Chapter 14
Magnus
I should probably be embarrassed by the number of times Sasha has told me to look at the camera, but she put my face right next to Trent’s penis, so if she gets frustrated, I will happily put the blame at her feet.
I can’t help looking. I’ve never been this close to a penis before, and it’s fascinating.
I didn’t realize there was so much visible texture, and how can I not study it when I’ve discovered something new?
My parents didn’t follow religion-based traditions when I was born, so I still have my foreskin, but Trent’s parents didn’t have objections to that archaic practice, and up close his shaft bears the scar of it.
It’s interesting to see something I haven’t seen before.
Not that I’ve spent a lot of time staring at Trent’s cock.
I’ve been trying to only do that when I know the camera will catch it.
“Ok, we’re done with this pose,” Sasha announces, jerking me out of my attention on the dick I’ve been staring at.
I’ve been kneeling for a few minutes with my head on Trent’s knees, and he blows out a relieved breath when I sit up. I suppose the last few photos she took must’ve been with me staring at Trent’s cock. I hope it looks like I’m gazing lovingly at it, or at least longingly.
I rise, fixing my gaze on Trent as Sasha gives us the next pose.
This time she wants us to hug and she wants Trent to grab and hold my ass cheek.
It’s a possessive pose, especially with my arms wrapped around his neck and my face pressed into his skin.
Our cocks brush together as we get into position, and we both gasp at the drag of cock-on-cock.
That feels surprisingly good, but since Trent isn’t comfortable with heteroflexibilty yet, I quickly distract us from the tension we’re not ready for yet with a whisper in his ear. “I’ve unfortunately convinced her that we’re together or at the very least I want us to be.”
He huffs a laugh as he grabs my butt cheek in a grip tight enough to ache a little and expose my hole to the air.
The position triggers a small bout of nervousness that I reasonably decide is due to the vulnerability of having my anus on display.
Hopefully with some practice I won’t have such a negative reaction when we get to that for the camera.
“Why were you staring at my cock?” he asks soft enough to not be heard over the music. His lips brush my shoulder, tickling the hyper sensitive skin there and causing goosebumps to spread down and out from the contact.
“I’ve never been that close to anyone’s penis, and it’s interesting.
I didn’t realize how textured the skin is nor how distinctive the circumcision scar can be.
It’s not visible on the camera until you’ve been edging yourself for a while, and now I know why your dick seems to have a bisecting line when you’re extremely aroused. ”
Trent’s lips continue to kiss my shoulder, renewing the goosebumps as he responds. “You’ve been watching my solo vids? You asked me not to watch yours.”
That’s because I’ve been teasing our subs by using him as my fantasy material, and I didn’t want him to be uncomfortable with me because of it. “You didn’t ask me not to watch yours,” I point out instead of explaining.
“Do I need to?” he asks, but Sasha cuts off my answer.
“Ok, I know you said you don’t want orgasm photos, but I think it would be good marketing material in the future, so I’m going to ask you to reconsider while we do the up-close dick shots.
I want to put Magnus in front with Trent behind, and I want Trent to have his hand on your dick as you orgasm.
I think with Trent looking down with a little smile and Magnus’s O-face on display, I can get a beautiful shot of you two together.
I would do Trent coming too, but I would still want Magnus's face in the shot more because—no offense Trent—your O-face is stupid and Magnus looks better when he orgasms.” She assesses my face for a moment.
“We could do a coming on your face shot with you looking up at Trent; I think that would sell well to your subs. Your face is very pretty, and covered in ejaculate, it might hit the right notes with your viewership.”
I advocated doing orgasm shots because I saw some very artistic ones while I was searching out photographers, but Trent didn’t think he could come while being photographed. His face right now tells me that he’s changed his mind about his objections.
“On his face?” he asks seriously. “How are you going to make that pretty?”
“You’ll have to release your dick while you come, but you do that most of the time anyway.
I have a high speed camera that I’ve used to photograph hummingbirds; I can get a good shot as long as Magnus doesn’t move and he keeps his eyes on you.
” Sasha looks between the two of us, sensing the victory nearly in her grasp.
“I wanted to do this from the start,” I remind Trent when his eyes meet mine with a question in them.
He nods once to acknowledge my answer and looks back at Sasha.
“Ok, we can do that, but I’m going to need to start edging myself now to get to the point where I can come without stroking myself through it.
You both ok with that?” he questions, and I can’t help but lean into him, pressing my shoulder to his, glad he decided to make me his friend.
It’s moments like this that remind me how incredible this guy is.
We all talked about the consent things that we needed to talk about based on the expectations of this session—Trent and I have been keeping ourselves aroused between poses just like we talked about—but the moment things changed, he’s checking on consent again.
I love him for making sure Sasha feels safe with us, for including me so she doesn’t feel singled-out, and for asking me because he won’t assume my consent isn’t important too. “I’m happy to watch you edge yourself,” I tease.
He rolls his eyes and looks at Sasha, who thinks about her answer for a moment before nodding with a serious moue. “I don’t mind, but I won’t watch if it bothers you.”
“Unsurprisingly, I don’t mind being watched,” Trent deadpans, leaning back against me as he reaches for his cock. “I’m going to start. Do you want me to do it in the dark or in the light?”
Sasha raises her camera in reply. “Let me get a few candid shots while you work yourself up. They might not be something you want, but my philosophy is the more the merrier when it comes to photo opportunities.”
Trent strokes his cock and looks down without pulling away from me, and since I’m here, acting as his support person, I also watch.
I’ve only ever seen him do this on camera, so listening to him as he strokes his hand over his cock is a new experience, because I know he’s resisting it.
He’s fascinating and magnificent, glowing under the studio lights from the mineral oil coating our bodies.
The three of us watch him bring himself to the edge.
After watching his solo videos, I’ve gotten attuned to the way his breathing hitches just before he releases his shaft, and I know the moment before he does that he will.
The tension of watching him evaporates like liquid helium as he releases himself, and I blow out a slow breath as he pants next to me.
I catch his eye and watch his pupils expand for a moment before they contract again and he catches his breath. “Fuck,” he whispers and looks away.
I don’t think I could have said it better myself.
“Ok,” Sasha interrupts as she crouches. “I will be touching your hips and possibly your dicks. Don’t take it as an invitation; I need to set up the shots.”
We both acknowledge her warning and she starts moving us with both words and hands.
She takes individual pictures of our cocks then gives Trent another few minutes to bring himself back to the edge.
It’s as fascinating to watch the second time as it was the first, though this time I’m in front of him.
As he releases his shaft, precum drools out of the tip. Sasha quickly moves us together and then she grabs my dick and holds the tip under Trent’s. “Hold it right there,” she orders me, pulling her camera up as I take over positioning my dick.
She snaps a few photos, then looks up at Trent from her crouched position. “Magnus, don’t move. Trent, edge yourself again, but get your hand out of the shot when I tell you.”
Trent and I do exactly what we’re told, and the shot she takes is of Trent’s cock dripping on mine.
My core muscles contract as a shock of arousal hits me at the sight of Trent’s precum lubing my cockhead.
My slit drips with evidence of how hot I find it, and Shasha photographs that as well.
I blink at how quickly I go from aroused to ready-to-orgasm.
I look away from our cocks only to find Trent watching me with a furrowed brow, like he’s surprised by what he sees.
I hadn’t thought about it before we started this project, but I don’t think I’m as straight as I thought, which makes sense if I had paid closer attention to myself.
Sexuality is a spectrum, and I’ve only had a limited number of experiences to define mine.
Obviously, I should have left room for growth.
Sasha interrupts my self-discovery and pulls our attention back to the project at hand. “Ok, I think we’re ready for the cum shots. Magnus first; your blush of arousal dissipates faster than Trent’s, and we don’t want a pink face ruining a perfectly good facial.”
Trent’s inner apprehension plays out on his face before he lets his naturally dominant confidence take over. “First, Magnus, are you ok with me holding your dick and being pressed together for this?”
“In my purely professional opinion, it’s sexy as fuck that you keep checking for consent,” Sasha grins, holding up her camera and taking a candid shot of our faces.
“I agree with the professional,” I add with my own smile. “And I consent to you touching me, Trent, as long as you also consent to the touching.”
Trent’s determined face softens as he relaxes slightly. “Thank you for checking in, and yes, I’ll be fine. I like the idea of the pose for future use.”
Sasha barks a laugh. “Stand in front of Trent and get yourself to the edge a few times. It’s going to take me a minute to get all the camera angles I want for this ready.”
Trent and I stand where she wants us, and while she sets up cameras and tripods, I stroke my shaft carefully.
I’m not usually one to edge myself, but in this case, the faster I cum the better, probably.
Behind me, Trent’s hand moves along his shaft as well, this time brushing up and down my back because we’re standing so close.
The idea of his touch nearly pushes me over, and I have to suddenly drop my hand to keep from orgasming.
I guess in addition to not being as straight as I thought, the fantasies I’ve been spinning for our viewers while I play alone might be making me more sensitive to Trent’s touch than I thought they would.
I might see if switching the fixation helps with the sensitivity.
Or, I might not. It’s a good way to keep the subscribers interested, and that’s the point.
Sasha finishes with her camera and crouches in front of us. “Ok, boys, I want you close enough that I can’t slip a paper between you.”
Trent steps in as close as he can get without moving me, since I’m the front man, and Sasha gets to work posing us.
I stand with my back plastered to Trent’s chest and my right arm up so I can hold the back of his neck while the other grips his thigh.
Trent’s right hand grabs my cock while Sasha tells him to hold me across the chest with his left.
Once in position, Sasha tilts my head back and his chin down and tells him how to smile.
“Trent, I want your eyes completely focused on his dick. Magnus, close your eyes and pretend I’m not here.
Pretend it’s just the two of you in your room, and you’re finally getting the orgasm you’ve been wanting.
Trent, move your hand as little as possible, and freeze with your hand around the base when he tells you he’s about to come. I want a clear shot of the orgasm.”
“Understood. Magnus, try to tell me before you shoot,” Trent murmurs, and his voice vibrates through me like I’m sitting next to the speakers at a concert.
“I’ll try,” I promise, and with those words, I close my eyes and let myself feel everything.
Trent moves his hand and adjusts his grip, taking me back to the edge in a few seconds. My hands instinctively tighten on his body, and Trent coos softly, “There you go,” and moves his grip back to the base of my dick.
Those words send me flying without even trying to speak. My orgasm barrels through me and wrings me out, and then Trent’s hand is moving again, shaking out every last tremble and spasm until I’m gasping for air like I’ve never breathed a day in my life, and my body turns into an overcooked noodle.
Fucking hell. Trent’s hand is amazing.