Chapter 16
Magnus
Our first live event is packed. We each announced in separate videos that we would be doing this, but I’m still surprised by the turn out.
I underestimated how invested our subscribers would be in the will-they-won’t-they/are-they-aren’t-they.
I knew having an emotional investment would attract people, but since we’re only two of many, many options out there and most people subscribe to porn for a specific purpose, I didn’t expect as much interest this early in the journey.
If I had time, I would do an in depth search for a reason for the spike. I’d like to know who is talking about us and what they’re saying. Unfortunately, I have to focus on the live stream right now.
Trent and I are taking turns answering questions. So far we’ve completely ignored the multitude asking if we’re a couple. We’ll get there, but I told him to wait until the peak of our viewing before answering it.
“They think we should be kissing friends,” I point out when three requests for us to kiss appear on the screen.
Trent grimaces at the screen. “I thought we would do something more interesting than kiss tonight, but if that’s all they want…”
I laugh as the screen explodes with protests.
“Hey look, they do want more than kissing. We bought some toys today after our photo session.” Trent briefly touched on that at the beginning of the live.
“We recorded the whole session, and I’m going to edit the video to give you a tease about the pictures we’ll have coming.
We’re going to take orders for posters and prints, so you can have Trent’s dick hanging on your wall if you want.
Well, mine will be available, too, but we all know whose is better. ”
Trent elbows me with a derisive snort. “Your dick is good, too. I’m sure the pics will be mind-blowing if you’re into that sort of thing.”
A volley of the same question appears on the screen.
Are you into it?
Are you into Magnus’s dick?
Are you into that sort of thing?
Are you into dick?
I point at the scrolling text. “They want to know if you’re into it or me, or possibly them. They might want to know if you like all dicks.”
Trent gives the camera a soft smile. “I think it’s important that we recognize that all dicks are perfect the way they are, that all bodies are beautiful. If you stand in front of me naked, I will tell you that you’re beautiful. I don’t have to be attracted to your dick to recognize that.”
Heart fluttering with happiness, I lean over and hug him from the side, tipping my head next to his. It’s both an affectation for the camera and a genuine reflection of my feelings. “I’m lucky you’re in my life,” I tell him, not for the first time since he came to live with me.
Trent turns that soft smile toward me, and ruffles my hair with his free hand. “Me too, buddy.”
A chorus of comments that range from awww to you’re so cute! slide up the screen, and I disentangle myself from Trent, reaching for our bag of goodies. “We bought toys to try!” I exclaim more excitedly than I feel. Realistically, I am excited, but not as effusively as I put on.
Trent tips the paper bag so that the opening is toward us, and he waves to it. “Do you want to go first?”
I shake my head and point. “No, you. I want to see your picks.”
Trent’s grin fills me with a strange form of anticipation. It almost feels like excitement, but there’s something like dread laced through it, like I’m excited but afraid, and it causes me to shudder. Or maybe I’m cold. “Don’t look at me like that,” I blurt without meaning to.
Trent’s smile grows broader and he chortles with a hint of mischief in his eyes. “Never going to promise that.”
I huff at him, pulling myself back together, and point to the paper bag. “Show them something before they riot.”
Trent peeks and grabs something, drawing it out with a chuckle. “Tada!” he announces, showing off an anal plug with a green plastic jewel on the base.
I scoff and shake my head. “That was my pick,” I tell our subscribers, taking it from Trent. “You were supposed to show them something you picked out.”
Trent grins and points at the scroll of comments:
Try it!
Put it in!
Let’s see it!
And many, many more of the same. I giggle because this whole thing is working so well.
“You don’t even know what else is in the bag. We’re only going to use one toy each, so wait to vote until we finish showing you the options,” Trent instructs them, pulling out the set of graduated anal plugs we bought. “Neither of us have ever tried these, so we got these, too.”
I reach in and pull out a couple of snap-on cock rings. “I’m looking forward to trying these,” I tell the chat, fingering the purple faux leather of the one I picked for me and showing them the other. “I thought Trent’s dick would look good in turquoise.”
Trent shakes his head at me. “I would have gone for a classic black,” he chuckles.
I shrug and give him a cheeky smile. “I like bright colors.”
He pulls out a realistic looking dildo that was specifically designed for anal play. “So I should have gotten the blue one?”
I eye the thing skeptically. “Why did you get one at all?”
I actually picked that out, but Trent claimed it because I said I didn’t want anything more than a butt plug in my ass before he fucks me.
I’m not sure I want to wait as long as we planned anymore.
Finding out if I actually enjoy having a dick in my ass seems like an important step in the process of discovering whether I’m into dick as much as I think I might be.
“Because we have plenty of male subscribers who might want to see one of us taking a dick occasionally, even if it’s fake,” he replies and winks at the camera.
The chat goes bananas for that, and I reach over to take the dildo out of his hand. “I think this is advanced anal play size, so let’s just take it out of the running for tonight.”
Trent laughs. “Oh, yeah. I think I’ll work my way up to something that big.”
I grab the vibrating cock rings that Trent picked. “Trent got us these exciting little toys: vibrating cock rings!”
Trent takes his and turns it on for the camera as a wall of text in the chat catches my eye.
The username causes my adrenalin to spike uncomfortably: FillUMore, but before I can read more than a few words of the text, it’s gone under the onslaught of the rest of the comments.
The moderators for our chat will block that person if their wall of text is as bad as I think it was.
I’m distracted by that uncomfortable feeling for a minute while Trent talks to the camera about the sounding rods he bought.
I didn’t realize he was quite that adventurous, but he gives our viewers a small anecdote about an event he went to a few months ago where one of the couples showed everyone how to play with sounds.
Genuinely surprised, I let that feeling replace the discomfort and take the sounds to examine them more closely. “I didn’t realize you were into group sex.”
Trent shrugs. “It was a unique enough invite that I joined, but I’m more ambivalent about it than into it. If you wanted to go, I’d take you, but it’s not something I can’t live without.”
A smile grows on my lips at his offer. “You’d take me to an orgy?”
Trent pauses for a moment, genuinely thinking about it before laughing at himself. “Actually, no, I don’t think I would. I love you, man, but I don’t think I want to watch you fuck someone else.”
“What if I was the one who wanted to get fucked?” I immediately regret asking that question, and my cheeks burn with embarrassment about it.
Trent shoots me a wicked grin. “If that’s what you wanted, I’m sure our subs would love to watch me fuck you.”
I press my hands to my cheeks to cool the flush burning there. “I’ll let you know if I ever want your cock in my ass. Maybe I’ll start with the plugs and see how I feel after that.”
The chat goes completely crazy for a few minutes, and Trent and I take some time to read the comments. The TL;DR ends up being: everyone wants us to fuck.
“We’re not fucking tonight, kids,” Trent reminds them with a shake of his head.
“I seem to remember this channel’s ‘About’ section mentioning two straight friends just fucking around for extra cash.
I remember writing that. Magnus, did you change our ‘About’ section?
Are we now gay lovers and I wasn’t informed? ”
After the orgasms we shared earlier, it takes me a minute to come up with a reasonable response that isn’t a complete fabrication.
“I think we’ve established that I might be bisexual, but no, I haven’t changed the ‘About’ section.
What the fuck is this?” I ask, pulling out the long cock sleeve that Trent found for us to share tonight.
Trent takes it out of my hand and jiggles the jelly-filled thing. It’s as uncomfortable to hold as he explained it would be, and I’m not upset about giving it over. “This is a masturbation sleeve I wanted to try. I used to have one, but you know how things get worn out.”
This is the part where we try to get the chat to pick this one, only I’m struggling to remember why we decided to go with this rather than just playing with one of the cock rings or butt plugs.
We could have chosen anything that didn’t include touching our dicks together.
I’m not opposed, but maybe I was rushing this.
Maybe we shouldn’t touch dicks tonight. Why am I suddenly nervous?
“Magnus?”
My name on Trent’s lips startles me and brings me out of the spiral of thoughts in my head.
“Data. I was thinking about the data,” I explain. “Though I didn’t get far into it. That looks fun. Did you get two of them?”
That’s my line, and I deliver it less enthusiastically than I meant to.
Trent reaches out and grabs my shoulder, pulling all my attention back to his intense gray eyes. “Hey man, you ok?”