Chapter 11
Trent
That’s a lot more subscribers than we anticipated in the first month. Holy shit. We’ll go into our third month with almost ten grand in the bank. I blink at the numbers for way too long before I turn to see what’s on Magnus's face.
His smile is pleased and a little smug like he’s not surprised.
“The fuck?” I demand, completely gobsmacked.
Magnus’s smile doesn’t waver a bit. “Funny thing. I unthinkingly said that I was open to intimate partners of all genders and now the internet thinks I’m at least bi and that we’re already in a romantic partnership but we’re hiding it.
I assured them that’s not true in a solo session video I uploaded last week. ”
We’ve both been ridiculously busy and this is the first time I’ve had a chance to look at how we’re doing.
“We’re not supposed to show romantic inclinations for another eleven months.
” I remember the details of his plan—it’s happening faster than anticipated, but this is supposed to be our average monthly income in six months so that we’re not starting our careers in debt.
“I may have to reassess our timeline and adjust it to keep our subscribers on the line,” he confesses.
I look back at the screen and see that our video views have skyrocketed since the last time I looked. Our freebie, the first one we posted, has nearly thirty thousand views. “Are we cross posting to other platforms?”
“Yep,” he says, clicking open browser windows that show me where he’s cross posted.
His latest video immediately catches my eye. On PornHub we have over a million views already. Well, he does. I’m not in it, and I know because the preview is him centered in the video sitting at his desk. In the chair he’s currently occupying right beside me.
I reach over and click it, and he immediately pauses the video. “I’m not sure you want to view that,” he explains softly.
“That’s the one where you explain we’re not a couple, right?” I ask for clarification.
“Yes. But I also masturbated.”
I level a deadpan look at him. “Dude, I’ve seen you masturbate a few times.”
His face turns pink, but not like it does when he’s about to come. “I know that.”
And he still doesn’t want me watching his solo session. Interesting. “Ok. Well, what are we doing with the money?”
“Setting aside taxes, we’ll look at upgrading our camera equipment, then I’m going to book a good photographer for your dick-shoot. What’s left I’ll divide between us, but don’t expect it to be a big payday. Good quality camera equipment can get pricey.”
I nod at that because I know it’s possible to drop a grand on a single lens. “This is going to be weird,” I comment, slightly unnerved by the idea of having my dick immortalized in prints. “We should probably do your dick too. Yours, mine, and ours together.”
That idea immediately makes me see a poster size print of our dicks together hanging up over my bed where we film together. It would be an interesting backdrop. The subscribers would go nuts over that.
“Yours is more impressive than mine,” Magnus demurs.
I roll my eyes. “Your cock is just as good as mine, and I’m thinking a picture of the two of ours behind us while we’re filming is going to drive the subscribers wild. They’ll think my having it is an ode to your dick or something.”
Magnus thinks about it for a few seconds, then shakes his head. “Do you think having a photo of my dick above your bed will be disturbing to your sleep and studying?”
I scoff at that and roll my eyes. “I sleep like the dead, man, and I don’t have eyes in the back of my head.
We want to make the money and it’s the subtle changes that are going to drive them wild.
We’ll get subs just so they can analyze the looks we give each other.
Videos will explode because I looked at your dick half a second before jizzing.
You don’t have to take pics of your junk if you’re uncomfortable, but if the only reason is my comfort, then we’re doing it because I don’t give a fuck about penises hanging on my wall.
If Future Spouse wants to decorate every inch of our house in dicks, I’m not going to be bothered. ”
I say that, but if someone I plan to marry wants to decorate in dicks, then I probably shouldn’t marry that person. That doesn’t seem like the right vibe for the person that’s going to partner with me through life.
Magnus laughs, as he was supposed to, and amusement sparks through me just as quickly. “If that’s how you really feel about my dick.”
“I can’t say I don’t care, because clearly it’s a money maker,” I point to the view count on his teaser video on the porn site.
Magnus grins at that. “I’m not saying we’ll be rich, but it’s going to be nice to be able to pay all our bills and not have to take student debt on.”
“I was thinking of that,” I mention, and since math is my major, it’s no surprise I’ve been planning.
We made a plan for our first paycheck, but we were budgeting with lower payouts in mind when we did that, and now we need revise it to reflect our actual income.
“We should open a joint account for household expenses. Instead of renting, we buy if this is going to be our usual income, that way we have a house we can’t get kicked out of and an account that exists with money specifically for it.
If we both put fifteen percent of our income into the shared account, that should cover the mortgage.
If we both add another fifteen, that covers utilities and gives us a cushion for repairs.
We can adjust our contribution if we need to, but mortgage and utilities shouldn’t be more than that.
We don’t want to be living paycheck to paycheck, so I think instead of paying ourselves now, we save it for a down payment on a house we’re going to buy.
Hell, if we continue to trend this way, we might earn enough in a month to outright buy a house. ”
Magnus considers my plan and nods. “Yes, we should open a household account. If you don’t mind living like we currently are, then we can put every extra penny into a down payment.
I think we shouldn’t buy extravagantly. Something we can sell later to a family would be good.
Family homes sell faster than luxury homes do. ”
I love the way this man thinks of the future like I would. “Good idea. We should invest in something that will sell fast and well when we’re done with it.”
“So, date with a bank tomorrow?” he teases.
I bump my shoulder into his. “Nowhere I’d rather be.”
***
Since Magnus did a solo video and it turned out to be one of our most popular vids on all platforms, we made a schedule for posting solo, but we agreed that if either of us wanted to shoot a solo outside of our schedule, we could do that without needing to tell the other.
Magnus explained that he just felt inspired and that’s why he did it, and I could see how that could work for him.
It’s not like I expect him not to masturbate when we’re not together.
That’d be pretty hypocritical of me, especially since I’ve discovered I need a stroke more than a couple times a week since we started filming.
It’s ridiculous, really. I haven’t needed to empty my balls this much since I discovered what my hand could do for me.
All that to explain why I’m in one of the chapel’s meditation rooms filming a video of me stroking my hard as nails cock.
I’ve made sure that no part of the room is visible, but the water feature noise in the background might give away the setting to anyone who knows this campus.
Thankfully noise isn’t going to be enough to convict on.
I’m trying not to rush because I prefer to linger in my pleasure rather than push to the end, but in the back of my head there is a concern about getting caught.
Plus, I’m in a chapel, and even though I’m not religious, it does seem a bit sacrilegious to be here. Not that I’m going to let that stop me.
“I’ve been stupidly horny recently. It’s like it was when I was younger and just discovered what my dick was for. I tell you what, I had enough bathroom breaks in eighth grade that my teacher called my mom worried that I was having kidney trouble.”
I laugh at that stupid story and the horny kid I was. “I was an idiot. Still am, if we’re honest,” I tell the camera, stroking myself from root to tip. “Fuck this feels good.”
My balls are starting to tighten up and the tingle of impending orgasm warns me to let go, so I do, taking a deep breath. “Don't want to rush it,” I explain as the arousal slowly cools. “I’m supposed to be studying. I have a test coming up and I’m proud enough that I’m always chasing the A.”
I slide my hand up my slick shaft, loving this new body oil.
“I’m using a massage oil Magnus got me,” I tell the camera, lifting up the pump bottle.
“It smells like coconut and chocolate. Fucking delicious.” I chuckle at the thought of whoever comes in here afterward wondering why it smells so good.
As I stroke myself to the edge, I hear muffled voices behind the door I’m leaning up against. My time is running out, and these doors don’t lock. Hopefully no one knocks; it’s generally assumed that if the door is closed, the space is occupied.
“Oh fuck,” I whisper as my balls draw up again. “Gonna shoot.”
I lift my shirt up and aim toward my chest. Moments pass as I force my hand to move steadily, not increasing like I would if I was just chasing the O.
My legs tense, lightning pleasure and then a wave of bliss hits me, and my cock explodes with cum, painting my chest. Jet after jet shoots out of me, and when I think I should be done, there’s more.
I’m left wrung out when it finally stops, clinging to consciousness because I don’t want to get in trouble by passing out with my cock out.
Panting, I look down at myself and the state of me pulls a huff of laughter out.
“Fuck. Magnus is gonna laugh if he ever watches this vid. Look at how much cum there is, jeezus.”
I reach for the tripod my phone is on and stop the video, then I clean myself up and set my clothes to rights.
After I’m un-disheveled, I rewatch the video to make sure nothing in it is incriminating and post it.
With my libido at a low thrum instead of a roar, I turn my attention back to my textbooks and study guides.
Now all I have to do is get through the next few hours without needing another orgasm.
What the fuck is up with me lately?