Chapter 3: Rising Action
Peter just came on Dwayne's abs. Dwayne was completely oiled, which made his huge muscles glow under the light, his dark skin shiny. He was still carrying Peter in his arms, which he loved doing. Dwayne still had his cigar in the corner of his mouth. Peter collapsed in Dwayne's arms after his orgasm. He loved the giant man's huge muscles, he loved being carried by him, and he loved when Dwayne kept a cigar in the corner of his mouth.
The combination of dominance, protection, and raw sensuality radiating from Dwayne was overwhelming. Peter could barely catch his breath after his intense climax, but he was eager for more.
Dwayne looked down at Peter, a satisfied smile playing across his lips. He ran his fingers through Peter's hair, gently stroking his head as he took a long drag from his cigar. The scent of the tobacco was rich and satisfying, and Dwayne enjoyed the sensation of the smoke filling his lungs.
Dwayne sat on the sofa, and made naked Peter sit on his lap. He held him very tight and caressed him. Peter snuggled in the black bodybuilder's arms.
He couldn't believe the intensity of his orgasm, and he couldn't believe the pleasure he received from submitting to Dwayne's muscular strength and will. Damn, it was so sexy to be carried in Dwayne's arms and feel dominated by his muscles, and cigar, but he wanted more.
"Dwayne, I love how strong you are, and how you can carry me around like a baby." Peter said softly.
Dwayne looked at Peter, that gaze at once strong and gentle. He started kissing Peter on the lips.
The kiss was passionate, it was full of want and need, it was a kiss that made Peter's toes curl with pleasure. Dwayne's hands roamed over Peter's body, touching, caressing, exploring every inch of his toned and firm physique.
Peter couldn't help but moan with pleasure as Dwayne kissed him, his hands running over the older man's broad shoulders, feeling the strength and power in every muscle. Dwayne's kiss was dominating, it was consuming, it was everything Peter had ever dreamed of and more.
He melted into the larger man's arms, their bodies fitting together perfectly like two pieces of a puzzle, a small piece and a very larger one. Dwayne's hands explored Peter's toned and athletic body, his fingertips tracing lines of muscle and sinew as they moved over his skin. Peter shivered with delight, feeling like putty in Dwayne's strong hands.
The muscular Black man broke the kiss, trailing hot kisses down Peter's neck and collarbone. Peter tilted his head back, giving Dwayne better access to the sensitive skin of his throat. Dwayne started to lick Peter's neck.
Peter gasped with pleasure, feeling Dwayne's wet tongue exploring every inch of his skin. Dwayne's licked Petr's neck harder, making Peter moan in pleasure.
"Do you like that?" Dwayne asked, his voice deep and gravelly with desire.
Peter nodded, unable to speak. He could only moan in pleasure as Dwayne continued to lick and kiss his neck, marking him as his own. Dwayne's hands roamed over Peter's body, cupping his ass, squeezing his firm cheeks.
He stood up with Peter in his arms, lifting him effortlessly. Peter wrapped his legs around Dwayne's waist, his arms around his neck. Dwayne started to walk around Peter in his arms still licking Peter's neck. Peter's legs tightened around Dwayne's waist, his arms around Dwayne's neck.
"Dwayne, I want you," Peter whispered, his lips brushing against Dwayne's ear.
Dwayne shifted Pete's weight to his left arm. He was now carrying him with only his left arm and Peter found that extraordinary and lost a few breaths. Dwayne had his right hand that was free, and he used it to massage the entrance of Peter's ass, while still carrying him with only one arm, and while licking his neck.
Peter's breath hitched as he felt Dwayne's fingers pressing against his hole, the sensation both intense and arousing. He couldn't believe the things Dwayne was doing to him, couldn't believe the pleasure he was experiencing.
Dwayne's fingers were strong and skilled, and he quickly coaxed Peter's body into opening up to him. Peter moaned as he felt the tip of Dwayne's finger sliding inside him, the sensation of being filled sending a thrill of pleasure through his entire body.
Dwayne's lips never left Peter's neck, his tongue swirling and teasing as he added a second finger, stretching Peter wide.
Dwayne's fingers were slick with oil, and the sensation of them sliding in and out of him was unbelievable. Peter's head fell back, his mouth open in a silent cry of pleasure as Dwayne expertly worked his body, preparing him for what was to come.
As Dwayne continued to stretch Peter, he couldn't help but be in awe of the man's raw strength and skill. "I can't believe how strong you are Dwayne," Peter was able to say, "I couldn't imagine someone can do those things before!"
Dwayne chuckled deeply, the vibrations of his chest resonating against Peter's back as he continued to finger him. "You haven't seen anything yet," he said, "I've barely begun."
Peter's breath hitched at the promise in those words. He couldn't wait to see what else Dwayne had in store for him. His mind raced with the possibilities - would Dwayne carry him more?
Dwayne still carrying Peter with one arm, still licking his neck and fingering his ass, walked toward the bedroom drawer. He removed his fingers from Peter's ass and took out from the drawer a tube of lube. He gave it to Peter "Put some lube on my fingers Peter".
Peter did as he was told, and as soon as his hands were coated in the slippery substance, Dwayne plunged his two fingers back into Peter's entrance.
Peter cried out in pleasure, the sensation of Dwayne's thick fingers filling him almost too much to bear. Dwayne flicked his wrist, working his fingers in and out of Peter's hole, preparing him for what was to come next.
Dwayne's dominance was apparent, but it was no longer just his physical strength that drew Peter in.
It was Dwayne's confidence, his control, the way he took charge of every situation and made Peter feel protected, desired, and cherished all at the same time.
Peter's mind raced with anticipation as Dwayne applied a generous amount of lube to his thick cock. He squirted an equal amount into his hand and started to massage it into Peter's entrance.
Peter watched in awe as Dwayne's fingers disappeared inside of him, coating his inner walls with the slick lubricant.
Dwayne took his time, working him open inch by inch, and Peter could feel himself relaxing under the strong man's skillful touch. He threw his head back in ecstasy, allowing himself to become lost in the moment, in the feeling of being completely dominated and controlled by Dwayne's superior strength.
Finally, Dwayne was ready to push inside of Peter. He positioned himself at the younger man's entrance, his thick, hard cock glistening with lube.
"Look at me, Peter," Dwayne demanded as he was carrying Peter in front of him.
Peter looked in front of him into Dwayne's eyes, his heart pounding with a mixture of fear and excitement. He had his legs around Dwayne's waist, and his hands on his muscular shoulders.
"I want you to see the man who's claiming you," Dwayne said, his deep voice sending shivers down Peter's spine.
And with that, he pushed inside of Peter, the feeling of fullness almost overwhelming.
Peter cried out as Dwayne filled him, his body stretching to accommodate the larger man's girth.
Dwayne moved slowly, giving Peter time to adjust to the feeling of being invaded. Peter's body clenched and unclenched around Dwayne's thick length, and the African-American man's eyes rolled back in pleasure.
"Oh God, Peter. You feel so good," Dwayne groaned, his deep voice rumbling with pleasure.
Peter whimpered as Dwayne's cock slid deeper inside of him, his body quivering with desire. There he was, Peter was being carried in the arms of a huge black bodybuilder, and he was being fucked by him at the same time. Dwayne was standing in the middle of the room, carrying and fucking Peter, and his hugely muscular body was glowing under the dim light.
Peter was clinging to his shoulders, his hands grasping at angry waves of muscles. Dwayne's tight abs and the muscles of his chest were pulsing wildly, and Peter couldn't help but roll his eyes in pleasure as the thick cock penetrated him deeper and deeper.
"Would you like me to smoke a cigar Peter?" Dwayne asked.
Peter's was still lost in pleasure before he could fully hear the question. Then it hit him, the idea of Dwayne's muscular body holding him and fucking him while he had a cigar in his mouth, was an unexpected and exhilarating turn-on.
"Yes, Dwayne." Peter replied.
And with that, Dwayne reached for his cigar and carefully placed it in the corner of his mouth. Still carrying Peter with just one arm, he lit his cigar. Dwayne deeply puffed on his cigar and made it go up and down in the corner of his mouth as he inhaled. This made Peter go wild, he loved when Dwayne smoked that way.
The combination of Dwayne's muscular body, the sensation of being carried in his arms and fucked at the same time, and the sight of the cigar in the corner of his mouth, was almost too much to handle. Peter had never felt so alive, so desired, so completely in the moment.
And Dwayne wasn't done yet. He started carrying Peter at a slow and steady pace around the room, all while holding him firmly and fucking him harder and deeper. Peter's Cuba Libre was long forgotten, his mind focused solely on the overwhelming pleasure coursing through his body.
Dwayne stood for a moment and asked Peter "Peter do you like that I can carry you like that?" The cigar bounced up and down in the corner of Dwayne's mouth while he talked.
Peter, lost in the ecstasy of the moment, could only manage a breathy "Yes, Dwayne! I love it!"
Dwayne smiled, pleased with Peter's reaction, before resuming his slow circling of the room. The movements of his body caused the cigar smoke to swirl around them in a seductive, sensual haze. With each thrust of his hips, Peter felt a new wave of pleasure wash over him, and he marveled at the strength of the man holding him.
Dwayne asked again, while carrying and fucking Peter "Peter do you like my big dark muscles?"
The cigar bounced up and down in the corner of Dwayne's mouth as he talked, making Peter's body shiver with raw desire. "I love your big black muscles! I love the way they feel inside of me, filling me up and making me feel so small and vulnerable."
Dwayne's dominance and power were a turn-on for Peter, but it was his caring and gentle nature that truly made Peter fall for him.
Dwayne continue walking, carrying Peter and fucking him, and then asked, "Peter, do you like when I smoke a cigar while I fuck you?" The cigar bounced up and down in the corner of Dwayne's mouth while he talked.
"Peter, do you like when I smoke a cigar while I fuck you?"
Dwayne repeated, his muscles rippling and flexing as he carried Peter around the room.
Peter couldn't help but moan with pleasure at the provocative image Dave's words painted in his mind. "Yes, Dwayne. I love it when you smoke a cigar while you're inside of me. The way you smoke, and the way you keep your cigar in the corner of your mouth all the time, makes you look even more masculine, more protective and more in charge! That turns me on so much!"
"Peter, I love keeping a cigar in the corner of my mouth while I'm fucking, and I love that you love it", Dwayne admitted. The cigar bounced up and down in the corner of Dwayne's mouth while he talked.
Dwayne grinned, his teeth gleaming in the low light as he took another long drag on his cigar.
He knew how much Peter loved it when he smoked, and he took pleasure in giving the younger man what he wanted. But more than that, Dwayne loved the feeling of dominance that came from having Peter in his arms, totally under his control.
He continued to circle the room, carrying Peter with ease as he fucked him deep and slow. The older man's muscles rippled and bulged with every movement, and Peter couldn't help but be in awe of the sheer power and strength on display.
The sight of Dwayne's huge muscles, glistening with sweat and oil, was almost too much to bear. Peter's mind was consumed with thoughts of the muscular African-American man, his dominant nature, and the immense pleasure he could bring him.
As the night wore on, Dwayne continued to carry Peter around the room, fucking him deep and slow, all while smoking his cigar. The combination of the musky tobacco scent and the raw masculinity of the older man was an intoxicating mix, sending Peter's senses into overdrive.
He couldn't believe that he was being carried and fucked by a man who was as strong and powerful as Dwayne. The muscular Black man continued to dominate him, both physically and emotionally, his fingers and cock probing every inch of Peter's willing body.
Dwayne's lips were holding the cigar in the corner of his mouth, puffing deeply on the cigar as he looked directly in Peter's eyes, analyzing the pleasure he was receiving.
Peter, still in Dwayne's muscular arms could only stare back in awe as the Black bodybuilder pleasured him, feeling his heart pound faster with each thrust.
"I can carry you like this all night Peter." Dwayne said. "I could make us both cum several times. Would you like me to do that one day Peter?"
Dwayne asked, his voice low and seductive, punctuated by a puff on his cigar.
Peter whimpered in response, unable to find words to answer Dwayne's question. His mind was reeling with pleasure, his body trembling with delight with every thrust of Dwayne's thick cock.
"I can see that you do," Dwayne murmured, his grin widening.
And with that, he began to quicken his pace, his hips moving in a smooth, steady rhythm that had Peter crying out with pleasure.
Dwayne's muscular arms held Peter securely, his strong thighs supporting their combined weight as he fucked him deeper and harder. The room filled with the sound of their heavy breathing and the scent of sweat and smoke, a heady mix that only served to heighten Peter's arousal.
Dwayne held Peter in a way that Peter's dick was rubbing on Dwayne's abs. Dwayne increased the speed of the thrusts, massaging Peter's prostate as he carried him in his muscular arms. Dwayne puffed deeply on his cigar, repeatedly, making the cigar go up and down in the corner of his mouth while looking deeply into Peter's eyes.
Peter felt another orgasm start to build...
Peter's head fell back, his eyes closing as wave after wave of pleasure washed over him. He could feel his orgasm building, growing in intensity until it crashed over him, leaving him breathless and trembling in Dwayne's muscular arms.
Dwayne didn't let up, continuing to thrust into Peter as he came, his own release not far behind. He growled deep in his throat, his fingers digging into Peter's skin as he reached his own peak.
Peter could feel the heat of Dwayne's release inside of him, the sensation almost too much to bear.
As the two men caught their breath, Dwayne's movements slowed, his thrusts becoming languid and gentle. Dwayne leaned back against the wall, his muscular arms trembling slightly as he held Peter in place. Peter could feel the man's heart beating rapidly against his own, their bodies still intimately connected.
Peter couldn't help but feel a sense of awe at the sheer power and intensity of the encounter.
Peter wondered if this was a dream or reality. What happened to him was too wonderful, too extraordinary.
He couldn't believe that he had just experienced the most intense, the most sensual and passionate night of his life. He couldn't believe that he had allowed himself to be carried, to be dominated, to be completely and utterly possessed by a man who was strong enough, muscular enough, dominating enough to make him feel small, vulnerable and safe at the same time.
Peter's mind was reeling with pleasure, his body still trembling from the intensity of the encounter. Dwayne was still carrying him and standing in the middle of the room, and Dwayne's dick was still semi-hard and deep inside Peter's ass.
Dwayne smirked as he saw the curiosity and awe in Peter's eyes.
"What is it Peter?" Dwayne asked, taking the cigar from his mouth, and exhaling a cloud of smoke.
"I can't believe it," Peter replied, shaking his head in disbelief. "I've never felt anything like that before. It was...it was incredible."
Dwayne chuckled, a deep, satisfied sound that rumbled in his chest and echoed in the room.
He gently pulled Peter close, his strong arms wrapping around the younger man's trembling form. Peter nuzzled into Dwayne's chest, the smell of sweat, smoke, and sex lingering in the air.
Dwayne's fingers idly traced patterns on Peter's back, his other hand holding the cigar lazily in the corner of his mouth. He was still inside of Peter, enjoying the feeling of being connected to the young man, even if their passion had subsided for the moment.
Dwayne's cigar still smoldered in the corner of his mouth, sending plumes of smoke swirling around their contrary forms.
Peter's eyes were wide with wonder, his body still trembling from the intense pleasure that Dwayne had given him. Dwayne's muscular arms held Peter close, his strong hands gently caressing the young man's back.
As they stood there, their bodies still intimately connected, Dwayne couldn't help but feel a deep sense of satisfaction.
He had taken Peter to heights of pleasure that he had never known before, and in doing so, he had claimed him as his own.
Dwayne knew that this was just the beginning.
Dwayne put out his cigar, removed his dick from Peter's ass and carried him to bed. "Would you like to spend the night with me Peter? I would love to hold you in my arms while you sleep."
Dwayne's deep voice was gentle, and there was a warmth in his eyes that made Peter feel safe and protected.
Peter nodded, a small smile playing at the corners of his lips. "I would like that," he said, snuggling closer against Dwayne's muscular chest.
Dwayne's arms tightened around Peter, holding him close as they walked towards the bedroom. The older man's steps were slow and steady, every movement calculated and deliberate as he navigated the room with ease, carrying Peter in his strong arms.
Peter felt small and delicate, completely enveloped by Dwayne's powerful frame, the contrast between their bodies igniting a spark of pleasure deep inside him.
As they reached the bedroom, Dwayne carefully lay Peter down on the bed, his movements gentle and caring. Peter couldn't help but feel a sense of safety and protection in the older man's presence, knowing that he was in the hands of someone who could overpower him with ease, but chose instead to handle him with care.
Dwayne held Peter in his arms, facing each other. Peter's arms were around Dwayne's neck. And they soon both fell asleep.
Dwayne's arms encircling Peter, holding him close, his body shielding the smaller man from harm. The muscular bodybuilder could feel the rise and fall of Peter's breathing, his heartbeat syncing in time with Dwayne's own. Dwayne's fingers played with Peter's hair, as if this small action was enough to solidify the connection they had just formed.