“Hey subs,” I greet them, leaning forward with my legs spread so they can see me the way they’ve probably been missing. “Been a while since you’ve gotten the full glory of my hot bod, eh?” I chuckle, shaking my head.
Magnus leans over and bumps my shoulder with his. “They’ve had me, and never underestimate the power of a hot professor whacking off.”
My laughter grows, and I reach over and ruffle his hair. “I promise I never will,” I swear before turning back to the camera. “So, we’ve moved into our new house—thank you for that—and since you’ve been such good company for the last half year, we’re going to do a little fan service BJ. I know you’re whooping in your seats right now, but don’t get used to it. This is a one-time offer, one time gift for the house.”
Magnus makes a little negative whine in his throat before clearing it, and I turn to him with a questioning look, which is the reaction our first BJ script has written for me.
“What?” I question.
Magnus gives me a helpless little shrug. “What if I want to switch with you later?”
Even if it’s written in the script for this show, the affectionate smile that slips onto my lips is completely real. “Ok. Maybe it will be a two time thing, but we’re not promising more than one, and any more is just a bonus. Better?”
Magnus nods. “Yep. I’m happy with that.”
I shake my head and return my attention to the audience. This part isn’t scripted, but I don’t think I need that. “Before we get to the main event, I’m going to tell you a little about why my orgasms have been absent from our engagement. Magnus is right that I don’t have to explain, but my therapist thinks talking about hard things is helpful, so here we are.
“I was injured during an attack on my life.” I stand up and show them the big red scar on my leg, then I turn and show them the smaller, but somehow worse scar on my back. “I was stabbed twice, as you can see, and it has really fucked with my mental-emotional health, not to mention I spent more than a week in the hospital fighting for my life. So yeah, I haven’t been up for much, but I’m working toward normalcy again, and every video I’ve been in since the attack has been me trying to get back to the Trent that loves being watched and getting off with friends.”
I sit my ass back down and lean into Magnus, taking a couple of deep breaths to recenter myself after giving a piece of myself away to the camera.
Magnus holds me close, kisses my temple, and takes my hand in his. “We don’t have to post this if you don’t want to when we’re done,” he promises me.
I take another breath, turning into his support and love. “Thank you. But I think it will be good for me.”
He nods, accepting my decision. “You can change your mind at any point,” he promises.
“I love you,” I tell him in response, because I must. Then I turn to the camera. “We’ve talked about this, remember?” I wag my finger at the shippers like I’m chastising them for taking my words the wrong way.
Magnus laughs. “I love you, too,” he returns with enthusiasm.
“Ok. On to the main event, Magnus. Turn,” I order him, and he turns his profile to the camera, situating himself so that they’ll get the best view of both of us.
We placed the camera near the corner of the bed, so Magnus turns to put himself in profile, laying back with his legs hanging over the end of the bed. I move around him and slide to my knees between his legs, running my hands up and down his thighs, pretending for all the world like I might be a little nervous about this. I’ve been wanting to get my mouth on him since before the attack, so I’m eager for the intimacy of this moment, but I can admit that part of me is worried.
“I’m worried that I’m going to be bad at this,” I admit, chuckling at myself.
Magnus laughs, shaking his head. “We know how fast I shoot off when you get your hands on me. I’m not going to even know if you are bad at it,” he assures me.
I shrug, acknowledging that for the camera, remembering how fast he used to lose when I’d suck him off before the attack. “Ok. I’ve got this.”
Magnus strokes himself, and since that’s something I know I’ve got in the bag, I take over, fisting his half-hard cock and mentally giving myself a pep talk. I enjoy having my hands on him, and about half the time I actually do get hard now that I’ve been stroking him off for a few weeks. I reach between my legs to grab my dick, pointing Magnus’s to my mouth as I do. I lick the precum out of his slit, swirling my tongue around the crown as Magnus moans like he’s never felt anything better in his life.
I smile at his reaction and enjoy the feeling of my cock filling with heat and desire.
Fuck yeah. Good job, me.
Magnus gasps as I suck him into my mouth, making it about halfway down before I run out of spit for the slide. I pull back up, jacking him slowly as I do, swirl my tongue again, and suck him back into my mouth, making it all the way to the base of his cock this time. Well, two fingers away from the base. That’s all I can take without a little more practice.
“That feels so good. Fuck,” Magnus moans, subtly shifting his hips, chasing my mouth as I pull back again.
I lick his slit again, slowly jacking him, and I look up his body with a pleased smirk. “Good to know, baby. Now, hold still.”
Magnus huffs and forcibly relaxes again. “Please don’t stop.”
I laugh and bend again, taking him back into my mouth. Honestly, I love this. I love driving him crazy, and I love the taste of him on my tongue. I work him over for a few minutes before my jaw starts aching, Then I switch to licking him to give those muscles a little rest. I hate this for me because I’d been getting pretty good at this before my hiatus from sexual activities. I’m going to have to practice to increase my jaw stamina again.
“Trent, Trent!” Magnus exclaims, hips twitching like he’s trying to thrust.
