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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Underage
  Category:
      M/M
  Fandom:
      Be_More_Chill_-_Iconis/Tracz
  Relationship:
      Jeremy_Heere/Michael_Mell
  Character:
      Michael_Mell, Jeremy_Heere
  Additional Tags:
      Masturbation, Sex_Toys, Anal_Sex, Crying, Daddy_Kink, Porn_Video,
      Prostate_Milking, Milking
  Series:
      Part 1 of Haha,_religion_and_smut._Thats_funny.
  Stats:
      Published: 2018-01-03 Chapters: 2/2 Words: 2665
****** Michael's girth ******
by orphan_account
Summary
     Jeremy fucks himself on Michael's dildos. What more do you want
Notes
     Jeremy steals one of Michael's sex toys, and kinda deals with the
     consequences afterwards.
     Also, Jeremy is 16 and Michael is 17 n a half
     IMPORTANT INFORMATION.
     Jeremy is gay in this fanfiction! I personally love the headcanon
     that Jeremy is 100% gay, but bisexuals a good headcanon to.
     Personally, his whole thing with loving christine (for the gay
     headcanon) was that he was desperately trying to "fix himself" by
     liking girls instead of guys, because in my mind jeremys mother was a
     strict catholic woman (ha, if you can squint, you can see me
     projecting the fact my dad's catholic and extremely s t r i c t onto
     jeremys mom) who ingrained into Jeremys head that liking men is a
     sin. (Funny seeing how Catholicism and Judaism actually have clear
     differences in how they do things.)
     So gay catholic/jewish jeremy @ me you thots
***** Chapter 1 *****
Never in a million years did jeremy ever think he'd ever steal, especially from
his best friend of twelve years, but he had become extremely desperate at this
point. Even though he was able to sneak it past Michael without the other
suspecting anything from him, Jeremys heart still raced. Even though he was
standing in his room, the burgundy box in his hand.
He hadn't even thought to check what was even in the box before he had snatched
it. For all he knew it could've been Michael's secret weed stash, but, jeremy
had never seen Michael stash something like that into a cardboard thin box.
He didn't let to much more soak around his mind before he pulled the lid off.
Inside lied a neon purple dildo, littered with sprakles in the gelled toy.
Cautiously, jeremy lifted the toy from it's cardboard prison, discarding the
box next to him, running his left hand up the member, as if he was really
getting someone off. Jeremy took a moment to his self to rid himself of his
pants and boxers, propping himself on his bed, hungrily eyeing the toy in front
of him.
He'd seen in a lot of pornos before that the woman (or guy, in some cases)
always sucked the person who was about to fuck them, off. Most of them, while
sucking them off, fingering themselves if the cameraman knew what he was doing
when it came to Angles.
Another thing he'd seen a lot was how popular teenager porn videos are. Not
that he really cared or anything. I mean, it wouldn't hurt anyone if maybe,, he
recorded himself..
Maybe..
It wouldn't hurt.
Taking another moment, cock straining against his thighs, jeremy messed around
with his laptop, trying to find the best place possible to Capture his
preformance. He soon figured out, if he got the position right, he could do it
from the comfort of his own desk.
Settling into his desk chair, he presses record, and begun his act, starting
out slow. First, fingering himself, letting his head roll side to side against
his computer chairs head rest, letting his untouched cock leak pre cum over
Jeremy's stomach, letting his right hand grip the chairs armrest, letting out
small mewls with every finger he added.
After a few minutes of fingering himself, he adjusted his body posture, lifting
his legs up to rest on his desk, exposing his stretched hole.
He let himself get comfortable with the position he'd put himself in, before
pushing the toy in.
Adjusting himself, he let out small cries and whines, letting the thickness of
the toy adjust to his hole.
He clenched around the thickness, finding it in him to begin. He started out
slowly, small ginger thrusts in and out, letting himself get used to this sort
of thing, being he'd never had this thing before. He'd only used his fingers
before, imagining them to be someone elses fingers pumping in and out of him,
sometime brushing up against his prostate, eliciting long whiney moans to come
out.
He only ever did that when his dad was gone though, like Today. He knew how
sensitive he was, and how loud he was. Not worth getting caught over though.
A Small jolt of pleasure surged through jeremys body, ripping him from his
thoughts, to let out a high pitched moan, attempting to hit that spot again,
and again.
Letting more moans and cries follow, his untouched cock leaking against his
stomach once more, begging to be touched.
But he never touched it. Instead he continued fucking himself on Michael's
dildo, crying out incoherent things, speeding up with each cry.
Crying turning into begging. Begging for someone to touch him.
More pre cum pooled around his stomach as he gave his final thrusts before
shooting up across his torso and onto his shirt.
Even so, jeremy began pumping again into his over sensitive hole, long whines
coming from his vocal cords. A mix of pain and pleasure ran through jeremys
body as he continued fucking himself, cock soon hardening again, this time not
taking as long as it did him the first time to cum, furthering its distance
this time to hit him in the face.
He let a moment pass before removing the toy, a whine following as it was
removed, giving the camera a lust lidded smile, before turning the recording
off.
He took a few moments to himself, letting himself calm down after that.
The first thing on his mind was to clean the toy, and put it back in it's
rightful spot.
Doing so, he grabbed the box it had originally come in, noticing in the lid of
the box, there was a note. It wasn't new, seeing as the date Michael's toy
delivered was in early 2016. Upon further reading, he'd notice what he'd done.
It wasn't just some old run of the mill sex toy.
Because apparently Michael wasn't like that.
No, it was one of those fancy things where you get a dildo shaped exactly to
your cock for your significant other, and seeing there, it wasn't Michael's sex
toy, but an old boyfriend. Seeing as how the only person Michael dated was that
kid back in freshman year named Rin, saying that rin was his one and only true
love.
Which didn't last long. To Jeremy it didn't. About nine months. And assuming
during that time Michael had bought this for Rin, but never actually giving it
to him.
Mixed emotions pulsed through jeremy as he packaged his friends.. cock, placing
the toy back into his bag, hoping he could put it back as sneakily as he had
stolen it.
***** Chapter 2 *****
Chapter Notes
     THIS IS SO SHITTY I'M SO SORRY.
     Also, my kinks are showing in this chapter
     (Nudge nudge, if my Significant other is reading this and ever wants
     to do anything freaky, nudge nudge)
Jeremy had taken time to himself that night to look over his homemade sex tape,
cringing a bit at some of the things he did, and to some of the faces he made
during it, but decided it was good where it was, clicking to porn hub to post
it.
It took it's time rendering and uploading, but it was up in a decent amount of
time, putting little effort into the name.
"Twink fucks himself on a dildo".
Without much more thought, he closed the tab with the video, fully uploaded for
the worlds viewing.
Viewers like Michael. Michael might see his video.
But the chances of that where to high for him. Michael doesn't watch porn.
Is what he thought, but was completely wrong. Completely, fully capital, seeing
as Michael was an avid porn watcher, and took enjoyment in watching the newest
videos people uploaded.
Usually not getting off to them, unless it was one of those gay pornos, and
what luck he had coming across jeremys.
Michael kept a close eye on jeremys video, watching every toe curl, every
little o he made with his mouth, every thrust into his tight hole. Everything.
Including the fact jeremy had his custom dildo, pumping in and out of him.
The way he twisted his wrist, trying to get it to go in deeper to feel the
pleasure, and the hushed moans, begging someone to touch him.
His own cock strained against his pants, hearing jeremys cries and moans,
sloppy thrusts and whines. He knew somewhere he should be upset with Jeremy for
stealing his sex toys, bur he wasn't. In fact, it was infatuating to say the
least. Watching how he so graciously took the toy in him, acting (probably) as
if it was Michael who was fucking him. How starved for Michael he probably was.
Without much thought after finishing Jeremys little video, Michael decided it'd
be the perfect time to call jeremy over, to have some "fun with him". Keeping
his chill, he'd asked jeremy over for a while, the other complying, saying he'd
be there soon, and soon he was. A few uncomfortable shifts and rutting against
the fabric of his boxers, with breathy moans, letting fantasies of what he'd
want to do with Jeremy the moment he was over. Hearing jeremys innocent voice
call from upstairs, asking where Michael was, he only responded with "down
here". Cock aching, needing release, he turned to see jeremy running down the
stairs. He was just so innocent. He looked like a porcelain doll to Michael,
begging to be wrecked. Small and fragile. Michael lost himself, striding over
to Jeremy, pushing him up against the wall of his basement, rutting
relentlessly against the shorter boy, who in return let out a small yelp,
trying to match the pace Michael was going at. "You looked so helpless in your
video, with all your begging and whining like a slut for cock" Michael began,
letting his clothed member continue its contact with Jeremy, who had now lifted
himself up, with Michael supporting him rutting against his bottom. Jeremy let
a blush fall across his paled skin, looking directly at Michael. Lustful and
hungry. "M my video" he blurted out, embarrassment on it's trail "Where you had
my cock lodged deep inside of you. What a naughty boy" Michael growled, pulling
the side of jeremys cardigan down, biting into the paler boys skin, a breathy
moan escaping. "M, m sorry" he managed, cock hard at Michael's rutting, tears
beginning to well around his eyes "I didn't mean to steal from you, b but I've
been so desperate daddy" his blush darkened at the word daddy, leaning into
Michael, trusting the tanned boy not to drop him. He felt the tip of Michael's
clothed cock begin to push into Jeremy's clothed hole, stretched from his
earlier activities. "Bad boy's deserve punishment, don't they" Michael hummed,
pulling away from leeching on jeremys neck, whom nodded just a bit to eagerly
at Michael's words, jeremy holding onto Michael for dear life, seating himself,
jeremy in his lap, on his couch. That's when jeremys head perked up, blush
still vibrant. "Actually, i was maybe hoping s since no ones how, w we could
maybe d do it out in the l living room" stuttering apparent. "Are you sure. The
neighbors might see you baby. All strung up and pretty for daddy, cock
straining against daddy's pretty underwear for my baby boy" Michael said with a
small hum, seeing as jeremy dug his head into the crook of Michael's neck,
admitting to wanting to continue their acts in the Mells sun room, which was
littered with fullsize windows, which gave them a beautiful view of an the
ocean. Meaning that the onlookers, neighbors, and anyone near by would be able
to see everything they would be doing. But that's what Jeremy wanted. Clinging
to Michael as if his life depended on it, the first stop they made was to
Michael's bedroom to fit jeremy in a pastel pink bralette and matching panties,
complete with a pair of opaque pastel pink sock with a heart garter belt.
Jeremy whined, feeling the fabric rub uncomfortably against his once again hard
cock, letting a small wet spot form against the front of his panties. Another
whine came from Jeremys throat as he began to make the grabby arms at Michael
to pick him up again, and take him upstairs. Of course, Michael complied,
pocketing flavored throat numbing lube and another, smaller item he'd picked up
sometime ago to his many misadventures to Spencer's, picking the whining
brunette up from his bed, and making their way upstairs. Upon entering the sun
room, Michael looked out, seeing that they would have a small audience if
anyone actually took the time to look over at the two. Jeremy, to caught up in
his own lust, begging Michael to set him down, in which he did, but pulled
jeremys cock out from its satin prison, just to snap a leather ring around his
cock. "A cock ring" jeremy snorted, falling out of character "nice one Mell" he
damn well knew this was part of Michael's punishment to. To that, Michael
tightened it, causing jeremy to whine at the little bit of discomfort it put
around him, seeing Michael stand, towering over jeremy from his seated position
"Heere, listen close, and listen clear, i am going to fuck you until you can't
walk, you hear me? I am going to make sure everyone outside and at school knows
how much of a bad boy you are, that daddy had to punish you. Im sure all the
girls will ignorantly gush over your injury, seeing as you won't be able to
walk straight, and having to cover every single hickey I put on you up" Michael
spat, taking a spot next to Jeremy, removing both his pants and boxers, letting
his cock spring free from its long over due imprisonment. Jeremy sucked in a
shaky breath, staring at Michael's cock in awh. It was much better than the toy
he'd just used to fuck himself on. Curled inwards towards his stomach,
twitching and leaking over itself. Without another thought on mind, jeremy
assumed a spot in front of Michael, on the floor, easing his mouth onto the
tanned boy's cock, suppressing the urge to vomit on Michael. He had grown quite
a bit down here, feeling the obvious difference in girth not only around his
mouth, bit what little he held in his hand, helping to pump, hearing Michael's
moans and grunts. Small whines left Jeremys throat, as his hand found it's way
to his hole, begging to gingerly finger himself once more, moaning around
Michael's cock every time the pad of his fingers brushed against his prostate.
Michael let out a small hum, lacing his fingers into Jeremys hair, helping the
boy along his shaft. After a few minutes of this, Michael yanked at jeremys
scalp, hearing the smaller boy pop off his cock, whining. "Daddy, daddy, i
wanted y you to" jeremy became quiet as Michael helped Jeremy onto his lap,
rubbing the boys sensitive head with the palm of his hand through the sensitive
fabric. "Baby, we can't just have you on your knees all night working your
pretty little head off, we need to have some fun" Michael hummed, pulling the
lube bottle out from his jacket pocket, coating his fingers in it, lubing his
cock up. Jeremy hummed in reply, whining a bit as he began to settle down on
Michael's lubed cock, feeling his insides fill up with Michael. Wet and warm.
After a moment of settling down, jeremy began moving, letting out small cries
with each thrust onto Michael, his own cock aching at it's restraints. Hands
falling on jeremys hips, Michael helped guide Jeremy along his cock, using his
right hand momentarily to gain access to jeremys erect nipple's, moving to suck
on it, hearing jeremys reaction. A high pitched moan, followed by a quickened
pace in thrusts. Jeremys words began to jumble around the scene they had made.
The only thing he could really get out, was variations of Michael's name, along
with swear words threaded in, begging Michael for more. It didn't take much
longer for Michael to spill into jeremy, who cried at the fullness, begging and
moaning for Michael to let him cum. All the teasing had been to much. His cock
ached at the lack of attention it had gotten throughout this entire session,
twitching and producing pre cum like no tomorrow. "Daddy please, please I'll
never be a bad boy again. Please daddy, just let me cum" jeremy cried, falling
against Michael's chest, a sobbing moan apparent. Humming softly, Michael
snaked his hand around Jeremy's cock, pumping it a few times, before pulling
the piece of leather that kept jeremys orgasm hostage off, letting the boy
thrust into Michael, before spilling on both their stomach's. Heavy panting
filled the air between the two, Jeremy all fucked out and tired against
Michael's chest, feeling a bout of drowsiness wash over him. "I love you"
jeremy hummed, nuzzling further into Michael's chest, feeling Michael's hands
rub small circles around Jeremys back. "I love you to, you kinked out nerd"
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