Forever Shameless Part 2
Usual disclaimers apply. I don't own these characters. This is pure fiction. I welcome your comments. chubbyboyinbama@yahoo.com
Once Mickey had somewhat reluctantly agreed to participate in Ian's little cam show, Ian had wasted no time at all. The next day, Ian had set up the whole thing and told Mickey it was time. But Mickey was still nervous. For all his bravado and attitude, Mickey was a little shy and insecure. Ian came up with a truly elegant solution.
From a bin in the top of the closet, Ian produced a black ski mask. He held it out to Mickey and Mickey instantly understood. He chuckled a little as he pulled the ski mask down over his dark hair. He looked at Ian through the holes in the face of the mask. Mickey had never been skiing in his life. And on the rare occasion that he had put on a ski mask, it wasn't for anything fun. Or legal. He glanced into the mirror and took in his own reflection as his husband walked up behind him.
"See?" Ian said quietly, putting his hands on Mickey's waist. "This way, you don't have to show your face yet. But we still give the people what they want." Ian had that determination in his voice that only came when he really wanted something. So Mickey pushed down his second thoughts and began trying to psych himself up for what they were about to do. Mickey had hoped they could ease into it, but instead, Ian just said, "take your clothes off," to Mickey as he began stripping off his own jeans and muscle shirt.
The camera wasn't on yet, but Mickey was already feeling a little self-conscious. The reality of course was that Mickey had a tight little body, broad shoulders (especially for a short king), and a thick cock. He stripped as Ian continued to talk. Well, giving orders more than talking. Sometimes, when Ian really wanted something to be a success, he would get this almost manic enthusiasm. But it was always positive and made Ian happy. So when Mickey heard that tone and energy in Ian's voice, he knew it was best to just let his husband have what he wanted.
Ian stripped down to nothing, exposing his large, soft dick. The sight of his naked husband (especially his big cock) always got Mickey so turned on. But no sooner was he naked that Ian fished a red jock strap from a nearby drawer and quickly slipped it on. The resulting bulge was impressive and Mickey couldn't help but once again notice what a fucking gorgeous man he was married to. A few more instructions. Mickey was nervous but trying to stay positive. But of course, Mickey's tone was curt and impatient.
And then the camera was live. "What's up guys?" Ian began to speak into his iphone (which was perched on a tripod facing Ian). Mickey was still out of frame. "I told you guys that we were going to have some super special content today, and we do. I am excited today to bring you guys my first collab. And it's with someone very special. Ian smiled into the camera and Mickey could feel his cock twitch. He looked down and saw that his own cock was about half-erect. So that was good at least. He didn't want to make his first on-screen performance with shrinkage.
Ian motioned for Mickey to step closer and smiled again. It was only now that Mickey noticed the motion on the screen of Ian's laptop seated nearby on a small box turned upside down to serve as a little table. Mickey could see a flurry of activity. Ian would later explain that viewers would send little emoji or messages during the show. The little dollar signs that kept fluttering across the screen (it turned out) indicated that Ian had received a tip. Mickey was still nervous about all of this, but Ian wasn't. He had stripped before and done a little sex work. Sex work was just work. How was paying for guy to use his dick any different from paying him to use his back?
Ian expected Mickey to give more pushback, but was surprised when Mickey drew in a deep breath and stepped into the frame of the camera. Mickey was nude except for the ski mask. He was almost completely smooth. A small tuft of hair under his arms. A small patch of dark pubes at the case of his fat cock, otherwise, Mickey was hairless. He was a small and muscular little man. Ian repeated a pose that they did all the time, he walked up behind Mickey and wrapped his long, tall body around Mickey. Mickey felt the bulge in Ian's jock strap pushing against his bare ass. He couldn't help but think of the first time that Ian had slipped his long ginger cock inside Mickey's ass. At his husband's touch and at the memory of his dick, Mickey's cock continued to grow.
Ian and Mickey didn't really speak during their "show." Ian touched Mickey all over. A gentle tweak of a nipple. The sensation of Ian's fingertips as they ran gently across Mickey's defined pecs, his gently bulging biceps, his flat tummy. Ian leaned around and Mickey did to and the two kissed through the ski mask.
Ian directed Mickey to one of the two old chairs that he had brought into the room for this. Mickey sat man-spreading wide in the chair. His cock was hard now and the viewers (now numbering over 200 Mickey would later learn and be retroactively nervous about) got their first good look at what Ian had come to lovingly refer to as "the thickness." Mickey's cock was about six inches long, but very thick. His dick curved first up before dipping back down a little so that the tip of his cock typically pointed down. His skin was pale (though not as pale as his husbands).
Mickey was barely seated before Ian had gone to his knees in front (but to the side a little so as not to block the camera's view) of Mickey and taken his cock easily into his mouth. Mickey gasped just a little at the sensation. Ian gave Mickey head all the time, but he never tired of it. The look in Mickey's bright eyes as he looked up from Mickey's cock, this made Mickey feel like the luckiest man alive.
Ian never rushed through the jock of sucking Mickey's cock. Mickey's cock was wide enough that it made Ian's jaw hurt a little after a few minutes, but Ian never complained. He spent several more minutes gently bobbing up and down on Mickey's cock as he gently ran his finger over the tip of one of Mickey's nipples. Mickey placed his hand on top of Ian's head. This action always intensified the sensation as Ian's white-hot mouth continued to stimulate every inch of Mickey's thick cock. Ian sensed that Mickey was getting close, so to slow the process down, Ian pulled his head off of Mickey's cock and began to gently lick Mickey's tight nut sac.
Ian spent five or so minutes expertly tossing Mickey's salad. This was another thing that Mickey loved and Ian knew that it was a great way to delay ejaculation without sacrificing pleasure. Mickey assumed that the next move would be for Ian to gently slip his big dick up Mickey's asshole. But instead, Ian stood, bringing his crotch right to Mickey's eye level. Mickey, who had honestly forgotten about the camera, quickly leaned forward and buried his face in the fabric bulge of Ian's jock.
Through the ski mask, it was just a little awkward trying to put his mouth around the bulge. Ian was totally hard and the bulge itself was less manageable owing to Ian's giant erection. Mickey (losing patience with the fabric), quickly pulled down the band of the jock, causing Ian's 9-inch erection to pop up and gently strike Mickey in the nose. Mickey laughed a little before quickly positioning Ian's cock and expertly taking it in his mouth. Sometimes, Mickey liked to pretend that he didn't like sucking Ian's cock. Treating it as a chore rather than a treat. But Ian knew that Mickey secretly loved sucking his cock.
Mickey had also had to learn how to accommodate such a large cock in his throat. Ian was truly enormous. A thick 9-inches (though Mickey would be quick to remind him that his dick is not quite as thick as Mickey's), Ian's cock did not match the dimensions of his body. Ian was tall, muscular, lanky, but even with his impressive build, his cock looked like it belongs on someone twice his size. Mickey was secretly obsessed with Ian's cock. He never missed an opportunity to catch a peak, a touch, a taste, a ride.
Mickey had quickly devoured Ian's cock, pushing his face down into Ian's light red public hair. He felt the tip of Ian's cock slide down into his throat. He couldn't breath around it, but he could hold his breath pretty good. This was another skill he had learned being married to Ian "9-inch" Gallagher. Ian, taking his cue from Mickey's enthusiasm, grabbed the back of Mickey's head and began fucking his mouth. As always, Ian was careful to angle the camera such that the viewers could see everything, The side of Ian's massive dong sliding in and out of Mickey's hungry mouth, the slightly teary look in Mickey's eyes, the enthusiasm which Mickey was furiously beating his own meat while Ian pounded his throat. Mickey made no secret of the fact that he liked it rough.
Perhaps Mickey was just not paying attention, but more likely is that he was just lost in the intense sensation as his husband fucked his mouth. Regardless, it took him by surprise when Ian pulled him down on this cock with sudden force. Mickey would have gagged had he had enough range of motion to pull back even a little. But he didn't. Ian's strong hands held his face firmly planted deep in his bush as Ian's cock erupted hot, white jizz down Mickey's throat. Ian grunted as his cock spit its seed down toward Mickey's stomach.
Finally, once he was finished, Ian eased his grip and gently slid his cock out of Mickey's mouth. Mickey gasped for air and coughed just a little, but he managed to swallow all of Ian's cum. He had swallowed so much of his husband's DNA over the years that he sometimes wondered if it was going to mess up his testosterone levels or something. This was one of those thoughts that even Mickey probably wouldn't have wondered out loud for fear of ridicule. Though the only opinion on the entire planet that Mickey cared about was Ian's.
Mickey had barely caught his breath when Ian gently pulled him out of the chair by his arm. Mickey stood, a little confused but just going with the flow. Ian positioned himself and Mickey's feet with Mickey standing and Ian on his knees. Again, Ian had positioned them such that the camera could see Mickey's tone, fit body and his hard cock. Ian's body was also visible. His own dick was still hard despite having shot its load. Ian was a vision. Tall, slim, fit, pale, just a dusting of red chest hair, and his enormous cock bouncing gently as he takes Mickey's cock into his mouth and begins to bob his head up and down. Mickey had not realized how close he had been to cumming. He was surprised to feel his balls tighten as he shot his load down Ian's throat. Ian made a show of opening his mouth wide and showing the camera that he had swallowed all Mickey had given him. This turned Mickey on even more as it was as joking gesture that they often did to each other in bed when they were all alone. Swallowing the load and then "proving" proving it by opening your mouth wide to show it was empty like something out of "One Flew Over the Cuckoo's Nest."
Mickey was a little lightheaded. He held onto Ian to steady himself. Mickey was surprised when Ian spoke to the camera, "So thank you guys so much for watching our first little video. More to come soon! Thanks for the tips you guys!" And with that, Ian switched off the camera and they were suddenly alone again. Mickey was surprised as he felt that they had only gotten started and it was over already. Mickey was shocked when Ian informed him that they had been together on camera for over an hour (Mickey thought it had been ten minutes). Mickey pulled the ski mask off and Ian once again smiled at the sight of Mickey's handsome face. Mickey said it wasn't that bad but the reality was that he had loved every minute of it.
They discussed how it had went and Ian disclosed how much money they had made already on their first video. Mickey, who was legitimately shocked at how much they had made said, "Well, at that price, I guess it is worth maybe doing another one." They laughed and began to relax. Mickey played it cool. But secretly, Mickey was eager to make another video. He couldn't wait until the next one. But in the meantime, he intended to make sure that Ian kept his side of the bargain.
"Remember when I said this wouldn't get you out of your husbandly duties?" Mickey said with a smile. It was the conspiratorial smile that Mickey had that was one of the million little things that Mickey did that drove Ian wild. "Yea" Ian said, smiling himself now. Ian lay on his side on the bad, aiming his naked ass as Ian from across the room and beckoning him with his eyes, "So," Mickey said, gently smacking his own ass, "get over here and get husbandly."