Date: Thu, 28 Mar 2024 19:01:46 +0000 (UTC) From: Chubby Boy Subject: Forever Shameless Part 3 Forever Shameless Part 3 Usual disclaimers apply, I don't own these characters. This is pure fiction. I welcome your comments. Chubbyboyinbama@yahoo.com Mickey would never admit it, but he really got off on all the attention. He and his husband Ian had done two live shows and recorded more content together that was either special requests or content to be metered out on social media. Mickey secretly wondered where Ian had become so savvy with this cam boy shit. And while Mickey wasn't prepared to admit how much he was actually enjoying making spicy content with his smoke show of a husband, he also wasn't complaining. Mickey had been frankly amazed at how much money they were making just by sucking and stroking on cam. Mickey was outwardly hesitant to have Ian fuck him on camera. Part of Mickey was always a little shy and insecure. But part of Mickey was eager to get his guts smashed in on camera. Though the reality was that Mickey never felt more real, more alive, more of a complete person, then when his beautiful husband slid his thick 9-inch cock up his ass. So when Ian said that they had gotten a request for a private show where they would fuck, Mickey pretended to be unsure. But the reality was that he was excited to try it. There had been some back and forth, a discussion of compensation (which Mickey actually thought was way too much money to watch a couple of white trash South Side boys fuck), and finally an agreement. And on a random Tuesday afternoon, Ian handed Mickey a brand new orange and black jock strap still in the packaging and slyly said, "Here....your costume." Mickey scoffed a little as he took the package from his hubby's hand. Mickey usually said he didn't like to wear a jock strap complaining that he wasn't "THAT gay." But he loved the way a jock looked on Ian. So as Ian put on his own jock strap (his was a deep green that brought out his eyes), Mickey slipped his on without comments. Seeing his beautiful red headed husband stripping naked and then pulling on his tight jock, Mickey was already getting hard. Owing to the thickness of Mickey's cock, his erection was obvious through the tight orange fabric. This had been a special request. And the man who had paid for the private came show that afternoon (some creepy old perve, Mickey was sure), had agreed to pay extra so that the jockstraps they wore would be collected and FedEx'ed (unwashed) to him after the afternoon's festivities were over. Mickey thought this was fucked up, but the money was just too good. Mickey usually forgot that the camera was even on. Every time he was with Ian, he found it hard to focus on anything else. Ian lit a joint and took a deep draw before gently placing it between Mickey's lips. Mickey took a long drag and held it. They both held their breath as they locked their lips together. After a few more moments of gently kissing and tongue probing, each exhaled gently into the other's mouth, and a plume of smoke rose around their heads. Game on. Ian clicked a few clicks and the private show had begun. The guy was there, just as advertised. Ian and Mickey couldn't see or hear the man. They could only see the little chat window. This particular old perve didn't want to be seen or heard. And he didn't appear to want to chat much. He had typed something like, "both looking great guys, ready when you are." The camera framed their bed. Ian and Mickey stood at the foot of the bed. Both naked except a jock strap. Mickey also wore the same ski mask he had worn in all of their recorded adventures. Soon he might be brave enough to go without the mask, but for now, he remained anonymous. They kissed through the mask and Ian saw a in Mickey's eyes the same vulnerability that he always saw when they were intimiate. No one else saw this part of Mickey. Even the stranger watching them on the internet wouldn't have seen this look in Mickey's eyes. And even if he had, he wouldn't have known what it meant. Only Ian knew. Ian made Mickey feel so safe. Safe enough to be his authentic self. Mickey was never more himself then when he was in Ian's arms. They gently kissed and rubbed and touched Mickey explored Ian's smooth and defined pecs. The light crop of red chest hair was a playground for Mickey's fingers. Mickey gently sucked one of Ian's pink nipples. Ian occasionally looked at the screen and responded to something the watcher had typed. Sometimes it would be some horny question (Does he taste good?). Other times it would be a request (flex for me....sniff his pits). But these weren't constant. The customer actually demanded very little, seemingly delighted to see Mickey and Ian take this wherever it was going to go. And that instinct was correct. Mickey and Ian had amazing chemistry together. They didn't need anyone telling them how to make it hot. It wasn't long before they were seated on the bed, the front of Ian's jock pulled down and his huge boner in Mickey's mouth. Mickey gently licked Ian's balls. This drove Ian wild. His balls were super sensitive and Mickey loved the sounds he made as his tongue bathed his nut sac. After a long session of Mickey's mouth in Ian's crotch, they switched it up. Mickey knew that now Ian would be the one on his knees. And while Mickey loved how good Ian's mouth felt on his cock, while he loved the look in Ian's eyes whenever he looked up at him with his cock in his mouth, Mickey was actually prepared to skip all that and just get to the fucking. Mickey was so hungry for Ian's cock. He would get his wish soon enough. Ian wasn't in a hurry. He spent a solid ten minutes working over Mickey's cock and balls with his mouth. Mickey, on his back on the bed, occasionally looked over the at the laptop, but for the most part, he couldn't think of anything except how beautiful Ian was. Mickey gently rubbed his thumb across Ian's face as he bobbed up and down on his cock. Finally, just when Mickey was about to scream in anticipation, Ian repositioned his head slightly as he lifted Mickey's right leg up so that the camera could get a perfect view of Mickey's legs spread wide, his tight hole explosed. Mickey got a little self-conscious, but before he had time to say anything, Ian had buried his skilled tongue in Mickey's asshold. Mickey's eyes rolled back in his head as his husband ate him out. It was something that had done so often, enjoyed together so many times, he felt like he could have cum that very moment. But he didn't. The pressure was there, but Mickey knew he could control it. At least as long as it was just Ian's tongue. But after a few more minutes, it wasn't just his tongue. Sometimes Ian was so slow and gentle that Mickey almost got impatient. Sometimes, Ian was almost aggressive. Mickey preferred it when Ian was aggressive, but he never told Ian that. He never wanted Ian to feel like he had to be a certain way around him. Mickey always wanted Ian to be whoever he was in that moment. But this time, Mickey was grateful that aggressive, dom top Ian had shown up for work today. Ian put one knee on the bed and the other on the floor as he knelt below Mickey on the bed and pulled Mickey's leg even higher. There was a fumble with something (a bottle of lube Mickey quickly figured out), a slightly wet sound as Ian lubed up his cock. Mickey thought perhaps there would be some more foreplay, a gentle finger knocking at the door, but instead, Mickey felt the tip of Ian's long, thick cock press against the edge of his hole. In the next moment, Ian was completely inside of him. Mickey inhaled sharply, but did not protest. Ian's cock hurt. Whenever Ian was in a more aggressive mood, it always hurt a little. Maybe that is why Mickey liked it so much. Ian let Mickey adjust only a few moments before he began to swiftly slide his greasy dong in an out of Mickey. Mickey grunted softly. Ian didn't need to ask if Mickey was ok. Ian had been inside of Mickey so many times, there wasn't a position or speed that they hadn't tried. Ian knew was Mickey wanted. And he was going to give it to him. Ian quickly ramped up the speed and force until his pelvis made a loud slapping sound each time that he bottomed out inside of his husband. Mickey was struck silent. Whenever Ian was fucking him this hard, he found it hard to really talk and make sense. Instead, Mickey grunted quietly each time Ian's balls slapped against his ass. Ian was so big, but Mickey took that cock every day. He knew what he was doing as much as Ian. Ian occasionally looked at the laptop for more messages from their silent observer. But there were not more messages. The guy's hands must have been busy. Ian fucked Mickey hard in this position for another five minutes or so before sliding Mickey over on his side with his face toward the camera. Mickey found himself looking directly into the camera. As he felt his husband's cock rearranging his insides, he found that he was really turned on by some stranger watching him and Ian together. Mickey wasn't stroking his own thick cock, but his erection was clearly visible through the jock he was wearing. Also clearly visible was the dark stain from the copious pre-cum leaking from Mickey's dick. About five or ten minutes in this position, then they switch again. Ian sat at the edge of the bed and Mickey stood in front of him, squatting down onto Ian's cock. Mickey rode Ian's cock while starting into the camera once more. He couldn't say why, but he felt like he needed the look the stranger in the eye. Ian wrapped his arm around his hubby and slipped Mickey's cock free of the jock. Ian pulled the band of the jock down under Mickey's balls, which not only exposed his cock and balls, but made them stick up and out, as if ready for inspection. Ian dabbed his fingers at the tip of Mickey's cock. Sticky pre-cum (now slightly cool to the touch) covered most of his cock at this point. Mickey always was a leaker. Ian usually ended up doing their laundry because it gave him the opportunity to sniff Mickey's underwear before tossing them into the machine. Ian always found a little stain where Mickey's had pre-cum in his shorts at some point during the day. Ian always smiled at that before sniffing deeply and continuing with the washing. They kissed more, Ian sucked Mickey's cock a little more (hungry thinking about all that pre-cum). Finally, they moved into what would be their final position. It had been a special request from the customer that Ian and Mickey had actually never tried. Ian stood at the foot of the bed with his legs spread wide facing the camera. Mickey looked like he was going to stand on his head, but instead, he positioned his body such that he was below Ian, ready for a pile driver. Mickey couldn't help smile as this creative position actually turned him on a lot. Ian squatted a little, gently rubbed the pad of his thumb on Mickey's hole (now red and angry from the abuse of Ian's cock for the last hour +) before gently sliding his meaty hog all the way down into Ian's insides. Mickey grunted. Ian knew everything about Mickey, including which grunt meant what. This grunt meant, "I am nearing my limit, this hard, but maybe not much harder." But Ian found himself suddenly unable to control himself. As he looked down at his husband, crumpled almost in half, grunting in pain as Ian shoved himself inside again and again, Ian couldn't make himself hold back. Ian began to pump faster. Mickey grunted louder, the grunt now sounded like Mickey might ask him to stop or slow down at any moment. Mickey had to use both arms to brace himself against the floor so that Ian didn't push him over. Mickey tried a couple times to reach up at stroke his own cock, but each time he found he needed to keep his arms at his sides to keep his balance in such a precarious position. Mickey looked up from the ski mask and Ian locked eyes with him. Just when Ian thought Mickey couldn't take any more, just when Ian thought Mickey was going to say "slow down" or "stop" or even use the safe word (panorama), Mickey quietly whispered, "harder." Ian was surprised, and this surprise registered on his face for a second or two before he smiled wryly and began to fuck Mickey as hard as he could. Within a few strokes, Ian was at full speed, and each time he rocked down and into Mickey, Mickey would make a low grunting sounds that almost sounded like a dog's bark. But with each stroke, Ian would go harder. Until finally Ian had worked himself into a frenzy, fucking so fast that his hips were a blur. Ian couldn't look away from Mickey's face, He could see his eyes clearly through the mask. Whether it was love for Ian or just love of a good fucking, Mickey's eyes were filled with pain, and exertion, and ecstasy. And love. No one was as surprised as Mickey when, without so much as a touch, his own cock erupted. There was no real warning. With Ian this deep in him, each stroke down shove the tip of Ian's truly enormous unit brushing hard against Mickey's prostate. With so much pressure on his prostate, he had felt close to cumming since they had gotten in this position. Nevertheless, it was a total shock to him with the first shot his him in the face. The mask took some of it, but Ian got plenty of cum in his left eye, his nose, even his mouth. Mickey was so surprised by his own ejaculation that he couldn't stifle his own voice. Just as the ejaculation had come as a surprise, so did the noises he made because of it. Mickey grunted and even moaned loudly as his face was covered in his own jizz. The sight of Mickey's cock erupting all over his face (combined with the tensing of Mickey's asshole that accompanied his orgasm), was too much for Ian to bear. Ian, never slowed even as he felt himself begin to cum inside of Mickey. Ian grunted and cried out loudly, "haaah...haaah." As he shouted, he shoved himself down hard, putting all his weight into shoving himself down as deep inside of Mickey as he could. Mickey cried out in pain this time, but Ian didn't notice. He was too busy emptying his balls into the tiny, beautiful man he had married. When Ian had finally finished, he gently pulled himself in and out of Mickey a few more times, letting the walls of Mickey's ass milk the last drop of jizz from his long, pale cock. Finally, Ian pulled himself all the way out of Mickey. Mickey grunted again in pain, but then immediately felt the pressure release of Ian's thickness no longer filling him up. He also instantly missed it. He wanted it back inside. Mickey collapsed into a laying position on the floor and tried to catch his breath. Mickey lay there for a few moments before Ian grabbed him under the arms and helped him to his feet. Mickey needed a break, but when Ian was this in the zone, Mickey didn't fuck with it. Ian looked at Mickey's mask, covered in jizz and went to peel it off before realizing that they were still on camera. Instead of peeling off the mask, Ian stood eye to eye with Mickey, but then moved his head over Mickey's shoulder and looked into the camera. Ian put a hand on either of Mickey's ass cheeks and gently spread them apart to reveal a small stream of jizz leaking out of Mickey's ass and down his leg. Mickey was facing away from the camera, so he didn't see Ian wave at the camera before saying, "I have to go help my husband clean up..." with a smile and closing the laptop. Alone once again, Ian gently peeled off Mickey's ski mask, trying not to get more of Mickey's cum on his face. He finally got it off and Mickey looked a little drunk but very happy. Ian surveyed the damage. He wiped away the now cooling jizz from Mickey's eye and cheek and chin. With the most of it gone, he gently kissed his beautiful sexy husband. He tasted Mickey's cum (which he had tasted a thousand times before). Mickey tasted so good. For his part, Mickey was kind of drunk. But not from booze or weed. Mickey was dickmotized. It had not happened often, but when Ian had fucked Mickey this good, he was different right after. More docile. Fragile. Mickey had only cum hand's free from Ian fucking him maybe once before. So Ian knew that Mickey must be reeling. Mickey didn't speak, he just kept looking up at Ian. Ian kissed Mickey again. Then again. Then finally said, "want to lay down? Catch our breath?" Mickey smiled a little but only nodded. Ian gently guided Mickey to the bed and lay them down with Ian as the big spoon and Mickey as the small. Ian's cock was still hard, so he lay it on top of Mickey's ass and up his back. Mickey loved this feeling. Ian wrapped his arms around Mickey and Mickey entwined their fingers together and drew their combined fist up to his chest. Finally, after several minutes of gently touching and kisses on the back of Mickey's neck, Mickey spoke quietly. "I love you so much, red." Ian was surprised by this. Not that Mickey said "I love you." They said it to each other. Often. But not usually after a particularly hard fucking. But Ian loved to hear it now matter when. Ian kissed Mickey's ear and whispered, "I love you." Mickey craned his head around enough to kiss Ian quickly and gently on the lips before rolling back over. Ian drew the covers over them and as they both prepared to drift off for a nap. Since his cock was still rock hard, Ian figured there was no sense in letting it go to waste. Without a word, Ian slipped easily back inside of Mickey's hole. He was much gentler this time. Mickey's hole was red and raw from the fierce beating it has just endured. Mickey grunted quietly but made no protest. Ian didn't being fucking though. He sidled up as close as he could to Mickey, then lay still with him as they both drifted off to sleep with Ian's cock still inside Mickey's ass.