Chapter 6: The morning after
As the sun began to rise, poking its light through the curtains of the bachelor pad, Dwayne stirred awake. He gazed down at the beautiful man in his arms, and couldn't help but feel his heart swell with emotion.
Dwayne had always had a way with men, a magnetic pull that was impossible to resist. But there was something about Peter that drew him in like no other.
Even after weeks of exploring their desires and boundaries, Dwayne still couldn't quite believe that Peter had fallen for him just as hard as he had fallen for Peter. It was a rare and precious gift, one that he treasured with every fiber of his being.
As the sunlight streamed through the curtains, casting a warm golden glow over the room, Dwayne felt a sense of peace and contentment settle over him like a thick blanket. This was what he had always wanted - a connection that went beyond the physical, beyond the fleeting moments of pleasure that came and went with each new partner.
And now, as he lay there with Peter in his arms, Dwayne couldn't help but feel a sense of hope for the future. Perhaps this was the beginning of something truly special, a love that would last a lifetime.
Dwayne took Peter closer in his arms and started to kiss his neck to wake him up.
Peter groaned, his eyes fluttering open as he realized where he was. He looked up at Dwayne, his expression softening as he feel deep into the dark eyes of the man he had come to love.
"Good morning, beautiful," Dwayne said, his deep voice rumbling through the room like a bass drum.
Peter smiled, his heart skipping a beat at the sight of the muscular African-American bodybuilder.
He wrapped his arms around Dwayne's neck, pulling him in for a deep, passionate kiss.
Their tongues danced together, exploring and tasting each other with a hunger that could not be quenched.
Dwayne's hands roamed over Peter's body, feeling the toned muscles that lay beneath his smooth, pale skin.
Peter shivered at the touch of the other man's hands, his heart racing with excitement and desire.
He loved the way Dwayne made him feel, small and vulnerable in the presence of the dominant black bodybuilder.
It was a feeling he never wanted to give up.
Dwayne's strong arms held Peter close, his fingers tracing patterns on Peter's skin as they savored the afterglow of their lovemaking. His cigar still smoldered in the ashtray, a testament to the sensual encounter they had just shared.
"What would you like to do today Peter?" Dwayne asked.
"I don't know, anything you'd like to do today," Peter replied, still wrapped in Dwayne's embrace.
"Well, I was thinking of hitting the gym later, but let's take it easy this morning," Dwayne replied, a mischievous twinkle in his eye. "But first, would you like me to make love to you Peter?"
Dwayne asked, his deep voice dropping to a whisper as he brushed a stray lock of hair from Peter's forehead.
Peter nodded, unable to speak as he felt a shiver of anticipation run down his spine.
He could feel the heat radiating from Dwayne's muscular body, his strong arms encircling him in a protective embrace.
Dwayne kissed Peter some more, making sure Peter would wake up completely before fucking him. Dwayne wanted to much to fuck Peter again while carrying him in his arms, and he knew Peter desired the same thing.
But he also knew that the key to a fulfilling sexual encounter was to build up the tension first, to create a sense of anticipation and excitement that would make the final moment of release all the more intense.
And so, Dwayne kept Peter close, whispering sweet nothings in his ear as they lay there in bed, the early morning sunlight painting their bodies in gold.
The African-American bodybuilder's words were a comforting balm to Peter's senses, a soothing balm that eased the tension and excitement that coursed through his body.
Dwayne stood up, carrying Peter in his arms. Both men were naked. When they got to the kitchen, Dwayne carried Peter in one arm, and used his other hand to prepare coffee for both of them.
Peter watched in awe as the muscular black man moved with ease and grace, his powerful muscles rippling beneath his skin like a living thing. Settling Peter on the kitchen counter, Dwayne wrapped his arms around him, pulling him close and nuzzling his neck.
"I've never met anyone like you, Dwayne," Peter murmured, his breath hitching as Dwayne's teeth grazed his sensitive skin.
"And I've never met anyone like you, Peter," Dwayne replied, his voice deep and husky with desire.
Their bodies fit together perfectly, Dwayne's muscular form dwarfing Peter's slender one. But despite their differences, they were united in their passion for each other.
Dwayne's hands wandered over Peter's body, fingers tracing the lines of his slim waist and dipping into the curve of his hips. Peter trembled under his touch, his heart racing with anticipation.
The coffee maker beeped, indicating that it had finished brewing. But neither of them paid it any mind, caught up in their own world of pleasure and desire.
Dwayne poured them both a cup of coffee, still carrying Peter, and they both enjoyed their coffees. The fact that Dwayne was carrying him the whole time, Peter got very aroused, and enjoy the coffee, but mostly looking and feeling the black bodybuilder's huge muscles.
Dwayne's powerful biceps flexed as he lifted the coffee to his mouth, the muscles rippling beneath his skin like a living thing.
Dwayne caught Peter looking at him, and flashed him a knowing smile. "Like what you see Peter?" He asked, his deep voice rumbling through the kitchen like thunder.
Peter blushed, unable to tear his gaze away from Dwayne's muscular form. "Yes," he admitted. "I can't help it.
You're just so incredibly sexy, Dwayne. I've never been with anyone like you before," Peter replied, his voice barely above a whisper as he leaned in for another kiss.
Dwayne's grip on Peter tightened, pulling him even closer as their lips met in a passionate embrace.
Dwayne was so aroused by the kiss that Peter soon felt Dwayne's fully erect dick brushing the entrance of his ass.
Dwayne inserted only the tip of his dick, teasing Peter, then slid it out again, bringing a pleasurable gasp from Peter's lips.
"Dwayne, please...please," Peter begged, his hips wriggling with anticipation, wanting more of Dwayne's fuck.
Dwayne complied and thrust his cock deeper inside Peter's tight ass, causing both men to moan loudly as they savoured the intimacy of their connection.
Dwayne began to carry Peter around the room, his cock still buried deep inside of him, as they enjoyed the feeling of their bodies moving together as one. The world outside ceased to exist as the two men reveled in their shared pleasure.
Dwayne's smooth, domineering presence was a stark contrast to Peter's own nervousness and inexperience, but as they continued to explore their desires and boundaries, Peter found himself growing more confident and curious with each passing day.
"Dwayne, so far, each time you fucked me, you had carried me the whole time," Peter said." This is beyond my wildest dream Dwayne!"
Peter exclaimed, his voice filled with awe and wonder as Dwayne carried him around the room, their bodies moving together in perfect harmony.
Dwayne's deep voice rumbled in response, "That's because you deserve nothing but the best, Peter."
His strong arms held Peter securely as he continued to thrust in and out of him, their bodies joining in a dance as old as time itself.
"Peter I love carrying you, mostly when I make love to you. I did it every single time since we met, and I will do it again 1 million times more!" Dwayne declared.
Peter's heart and mind went wild, imagining what Dwayne just said. It's like he would have all his sexual fantasies lived with Dwayne, almost each day for the rest of his life! What he can ask for more!
Peter's mind went back to the present moment, and felt again the pleasure that Dwayne's dick was causing to his prostate as he was being fucked and carried by him.
Peter was so lost in the feeling of being completely overwhelmed by the older man's strength and control.
Without saying a word, Dwayne walked to the cabinet where he had his cigars.
He picked one up and placed it in the corner of his mouth, as he was carrying Peter with just one arm.
With his free hand, he struck a match and lit the cigar, taking a long drag as he gazed into Peter's eyes.
"Do you like watching me smoke, Peter?" Dwayne asked with a mischievous glint in his eye, the cigar going up and down in the corner of his mouth as he talked.
Peter blushed, nodding his head. "Yes, I love when you smoke your cigar Dwayne, it's very sexy. I love the way it looks when you smoke."
Dwayne's grin grew wider, his deep voice rumbling with pleasure. "I'm glad you think so, Peter.
Because I love smoking cigars, especially when I'm making love to you. It's a bit of a guilty pleasure of mine, but I can't help it. There's just something about the look it gives me. And the fact that you like my look with the cigar, makes me feel even more masculine, more dominant and more protective. I want to protect you, carry you, and give you pleasure Peter", Dwayne said all that while the cigar bounce up and down in the corner of his mouth.
He takes in one deep drag, letting the cigar go way up in the corner of his mouth, before slowly exhaling the smoke out. He blew the smoke in the shape of a heart in the space in between them.
Peter watched in sheer fascination as Dwayne blew the smoke so artfully. Dwayne was such a man, so powerful and yet, so gentle and caring. It was mind-blowing for Peter.
Dwayne continued to fuck Peter, his huge cock bringing immense pleasure as it filled Peter up good. His thrusts were slow, deliberate, powerful. He was still carrying Peter in his arms, and wasn't gonna put him down soon.
Not until they were both spent and satisfied. Dwayne was a man of many talents, but perhaps his greatest gift was his ability to make Peter feel cherished and adored. It was something Peter had never experienced before, and he couldn't get enough of it.
With each thrust, Dwayne would pull Peter closer, their bodies molding together in a dance as old as time itself. Peter's legs wrapped around Dwayne's waist, his heels digging into the muscular flesh as he held on for dear life. He didn't want this feeling to end, not ever.
He wanted to be wrapped up in Dwayne's strong arms, feeling his powerful muscles beneath his fingertips, watching him smoke his cigar, and hearing his deep, rumbling voice for the rest of his life.
As if sensing Peter's thoughts, Dwayne tightened his hold on him, pressing a soft kiss to his forehead. "I've got you, Peter," he whispered. "I won't ever let you go."
Peter believed him, in that moment. He believed that Dwayne would always be there for him, to protect and love him.
And in Dwayne's arms, Peter finally felt like he belonged, like he had found his forever home.
Dwayne's deep voice rumbled through the room as he spoke soothing words into Peter's ear. "Trust me, Peter. I will always be here for you. I will always take care of you." Dwayne talked and made the cigar bounce up and down in the corner of his mouth.
"And I will always make love to you like the way you want it," Dwayne added.
He had a way of saying things that made Peter's heart race. Dwayne's words were like a promise, a guarantee that he would always be there for Peter, always be by his side, always be his rock.
Peter started to cum all over Dwayne's stomach, and it was a long and heavenly orgasm. Dwayne got too excited from the look on Peter's eyes.
He felt how Peter's ass tightened around his dick, and that was enough to push him over the edge. With a loud groan, Dwayne reached his climax, filling Peter's ass with his hot cum.
As the intensity of their orgasms subsided, Dwayne gently placed Peter on the leather couch. Both were panting heavily, sweat trickling down their foreheads. Dwayne couldn't help but admire Peter's body, the way his chest rose and fell with each heavy breath.
They sat down together, Dwayne on the couch, enveloping Peter in his huge muscular arms. They stayed like this for about an hour. They didn't watch TV or anything, they just enjoyed each other's company. Peter was sitting on Dwayne's lap, he felt very safe.
Completely naked and wrapped in Dwayne's strong arms, his head resting against the big man’s chest. He could hear Dwayne's deep breaths and feel his heartbeat slowing down after their intense lovemaking session.
"Dwayne," Peter murmured, his voice soft and content. "I think I’m in love with you."
Dwayne's arms around Peter tightened slightly, a silent confirmation of his own feelings. He kissed the top of Peter's head gently, his deep voice rumbling in response. "I know, Peter. I feel the same way."
Peter lifted his head slightly to look up at Dwayne, his eyes sparkling with emotion.
"You feel the same way?" he asked softly, almost as if he was afraid to believe it.
Dwayne nodded, his gaze never leaving Peter's eyes. "I do, Peter. More than I've ever felt before."
Peter smiled, a warm and genuine smile that reached his eyes. He leaned in, pressing a tender kiss to Dwayne's lips. "I'm glad to hear that," he whispered against his mouth.
Dwayne's hands gently cradled Peter's face, his thumbs brushing away a stray tear that had escaped Peter's eye. "Don't cry, beautiful," he murmured, his voice filled with affection.
Dwayne stood up, carrying Peter in his arms, and cradling him lovingly in a very protective way.
Peter felt so small, so safe, so cherished in Dwayne’s powerful embrace. He looked up at the older man with adoration in his eyes, his heart swelling with emotion.
The two walked towards the bedroom, with Dwayne’s deep voice gently humming a soft tune in his chest. Peter could feel the vibrations from the melody trembling through him, a unique kind of comfort that only Dwayne seemed to offer. The humming stopped when they reached the bed. Dwayne laid Peter down gently, then crawled in next to him, pulling Peter into his arms once again.
Dwayne started to kiss Peter very passionately. First on the mouth, and then he started to lick Peter's neck.
Dwayne's tongue was hot and wet, and it left a trail of shivers along Peter's skin. Every kiss sent more electricity down Peter's spine, making his breath hitch. Dwayne's hands moved down Peter's sides, gripping his hips possessively before sliding around to his firm ass, squeezing gently.
"I love how you hold me and kiss me, and lick me." Peter said, "I feel like I am totally yours Dwayne!" Peter knew he sounded breathless but at that point, he didn't care. His body was on fire, his skin tingling everywhere Dwayne touched him. Each press of the older man's lips sent jolts of pleasure through him. Dwayne's hands, rough from years of weightlifting, gripped Peter's hips possessively, pulling him closer. The contrast between Dwayne's strength and Peter's more slender frame made Peter feel delicate, cherished. When Dwayne's tongue traced the sensitive skin of Peter's neck, Peter arched into the touch with a soft moan, his fingers tangling in Dwayne's thick, curly hair.
"I can feel that you are very hard again Peter" Dwayne said. "Would you like me to take care of it?" Dwayne asked, his voice a deep rumble of desire as he felt Peter's hardening cock press against his thigh. His hands slid lower, fingers teasing along the inside of Peter's thighs, making him shiver.
Peter nodded breathlessly, his eyes locked on Dwayne's. "Yes... please..."
"Peter, how about I make you cum your favourite way, on my stomach, while I carry you, stand up and lift you up and down. But this time, how about I keep a Marlboro cigarette in the corner of my mouth while I do that?" Dwayne's voice was a low, gravelly voice as he stood up, carrying Peter in his arms, and Peter wrapped his legs around Dwayne's waist. "You like that idea, don't you?" Dwayne didn't wait for an answer, he already knew.
Dwayne walked to the bedroom cabinet, carrying Peter with one arm, he used his free hand to open the drawer and to get out a fresh pack of Marlboro cigarettes.
He shook a single cigarette loose from the pack, and gently placed in the corner of his mouth. “Something a little different,” he said, and the cigarette bounced up and down in the corner of his mouth while he talked. “Maybe I can just stay like this for a while, carrying you in my arms while I stand, so you can just enjoy the way I look with a cigarette in the corner of my mouth. I can feel you getting hard on my stomach Peter”, Dwayne said and his cigarette bobbed up and down in the corner of his mouth while he talked.
Dwayne kept the cigarette in the corner of his mouth, not lighting it yet, and was carrying Peter in his arms, both were naked.
Dwayne's powerful biceps flexed as he adjusted Peter in his arms, Peter's legs wrapped around his waist. He began to walk slowly around the bedroom, his powerful strides making the muscles in his thighs and ass ripple in a mesmerizing display. Peter started rubbing on Dwayne's huge muscles as he let himself be carried, and he never stopped looking at Dwayne's face, handsome, and now sexy with a cigarette in the corner of his mouth.
"Do you like the way I look with a cigarette Peter" Dwayne asked, but he knew the answer because Peter was very hard, his erection was pressed against Dwayne's muscular and oily stomach.
Dwayne could feel Peter's cock twitching and throbbing with every step he took.
Peter nodded, his eyes locked on Dwayne's mouth. "Yes, I do," he whispered, his voice barely audible. "You look so... so powerful. So in control."
Dwayne smirked, the cigarette bobbing slightly in the corner of his mouth. "That's because I am, Peter. I'm in control of everything. Including you."
Peter shivered, his body responding to Dwayne's words. He loved the way Dwayne talked to him, the commanding tone in his deep voice. It made him feel both vulnerable and cherished at the same time.
"I think you're too excited Peter, you love how I carry you in my arms, how huge my black muscles are and how I look with the cigarette in the corner of my mouth" Dwayne said and his cigarette bounced up and down in the corner of his mouth as he talked. Dwayne added: "your cock is so hard on my stomach and I think it needs release." He stopped walking and adjusted Peter's weight in his arms, his biceps flexing visibly. "Tell me if you want to cum like this, Peter. You know how I love to see you writhe with pleasure while I carry you. It’s one of my favorite things to do."
"Yes Dwayne, can you please make me cum in his position?" Peter asked.
His thighs trembled around Dwayne’s waist as he spoke, his voice trembling with need.
Dwayne’s grip tightened around Peter’s waist, lifting him just enough to adjust the angle without slipping free from his body. then Dwayne, with no effort at all, lifted Peter up and down about 10 times, making Peter's dick rub on Dwayne's muscular stomach. Then Dwayne stopped, and asked "Like this Peter?"
Peter nodded so hard his hair fell into his eyes. "Yes, please," he begged.
"Just like that."
Dwayne chuckled, "Since you asked so nicely," he murmured, his cigarette bounced up and down in the corner of his mouth.
Peter put his hands on Dwayne's massive arms which were flexing effortlessly beneath Peter’s weight. The muscles in Dwayne’s chest and abs rippled as he began to lift Peter up and down again, each movement deliberate, controlled. Peter’s cock slid against Dwayne’s slick, sweat-dampened stomach, the friction sending waves of pleasure through him.
He gasped each time he was lifted, his body shuddering as Dwayne’s powerful arms drove him up and down in slow, deliberate arcs. The rhythmic motion pressed his cock deeper against Dwayne’s stomach, the pressure building with every repetition.
Up and down, up and down Dwayne lifted Peter.
The cigarette dangled precariously from Dwayne’s mouth, as he said "I can feel how you are loving this Peter." He watched Peter's face, his eyes half-lidded with pleasure, his lips slightly parted. Dwayne loved seeing Peter like this—completely undone, his body trembling with each lift, his cock leaving a slick trail of pre-cum on Dwayne’s stomach. He could feel the heat radiating from Peter, the way his muscles tensed and released with each movement, the way his breath hitched every time Dwayne's powerful arms lifted him higher.
Up and down, up and down Dwayne lifted Peter.
Dwayne’s own cock was rock hard, pressing against Peter’s ass with every lift, but he wasn’t in a hurry. He wanted to draw this out, to savor every second of Peter’s pleasure.
Up and down, up and down Dwayne lifted Peter.
The rhythm was hypnotic, the friction of Peter's cock against Dwayne's slick, sweat-dampened stomach driving him closer and closer to the edge. Peter's fingers dug into Dwayne's massive shoulders, his nails leaving faint crescent marks in the taut, dark skin. The room was thick with the scent of sex, sweat, and the faint, musky aroma of Dwayne's cigar smoke still lingering in the air.
"You feel so good, Peter," Dwayne rumbled, his voice a deep, gravelly purr that vibrated through Peter’s chest. "I love how you just let go with me. How you trust me to carry you, to take care of you.
I love how you just let go with me, Peter," Dwayne growled, his voice thick with lust as he continued to lift Peter up and down, his massive arms flexing with each deliberate motion. "You’re so fucking perfect like this—so needy, so desperate for me."
Peter’s breath hitched as Dwayne’s words washed over him, his cock throbbing against the slick, sweat-slicked expanse of Dwayne’s stomach. The friction was maddening, the heat between them unbearable.
Peter’s cock ached, swollen and dripping, as it dragged against Dwayne’s rippling stomach with each lift. His thighs trembled around Dwayne’s waist, his nails biting into the thick, dark flesh of Dwayne’s shoulders. The cigarette in Dwayne’s mouth bobbed with every word, the ember glowing in the dim light of the bedroom.
“Fuck, Dwayne—” Peter gasped, his voice breaking as Dwayne’s strong hands gripped his waist tighter, pulling him up and down in slow, deliberate strokes. “I can’t—fuck, I’m gonna—”
“That’s it, boy,” Dwayne rumbled, his deep voice rough with lust.
“Cum for me. Let go of all. your sperm on my stomach while I lift you up and down, and you watch my huge black muscles.”
Peter’s body tensed, his back arching as Dwayne’s powerful arms lifted him up and down faster, his cock dragging against the slick, sweat-slicked expanse of Dwayne’s stomach. The friction was too much, the heat between them unbearable. His balls drew up tight, his cock twitching violently as the first thick ropes of cum shot out, splattering across Dwayne’s abs in hot, sticky streaks.
“Fuck yeah,” Dwayne groaned, his grip tightening on Peter’s hips as he felt the younger man’s ass pulse around his cock.
“That’s it, baby. Cum all over my fucking stomach.”
Peter’s orgasm ripped through him like a storm, his cock jerking violently as thick ropes of cum painted Dwayne’s glistening abs. His body shuddered in Dwayne’s arms, his legs trembling around the black bodybuilder’s waist as he rode out the waves of pleasure.
“Fuck, fuck—” Peter gasped, his voice raw and breathless. “Dwayne, I—fuck, I can’t—”
Dwayne didn’t let up.
His massive arms kept lifting Peter up and down, as Peter’s cum painted his stomach in hot, sticky streaks. The sight of Peter’s cum dripping down his abs, the way his body trembled in his arms—it was too fucking much. Dwayne’s cock twitched, his balls drawing tight as his own orgasm built, ready to explode.
“You like that, don’t you?” Dwayne growled, his voice rough with lust. “You love being my little fuck toy, don’t you?
My sweet, needy white boy, cumming all over my black muscles while I carry you like you weigh nothing,” Dwayne growled, his voice a deep, commanding rumble that vibrated through Peter’s trembling body. His massive arms flexed as he kept lifting Peter up and down, his cock at the entrance of Peter's ass.
Peter whimpered, his fingers clawing at Dwayne’s broad shoulders as his orgasm subsided. But he felt Dwayne's cock wanting to enter his ass.
Peter wanted that feeling of fullness, that burning stretch that made his hole feel so good once it was filled by Dwayne's thick cock.
Peter, still carried in Dwayne's arms, wrapped his legs more tightly around Dwayne's waist, and he opened his ass for his black bodybuilder lover.
"You want me to enter you Peter?", Dwayne asked, his cigarette bounced up and down in the corner of his mouth as he talked. He started entering Peter's ass, slowly, all the way, while he carried him safely in his arms.
Peter was shaking in pleasure, feeling Dwayne's thick cock opening him up, filling every inch of his insides.
"Fuck, Dwayne... that feels so good... you feel so...so fucking huge inside me," Peter groaned, his voice shaking with every inch that Dwayne pushed into him. His fingers dug deeper into Dwayne's skin as the black bodybuilder's cock stretched him wider and wider.
Dwayne took his time, making sure Peter could handle his size. He could feel the tight heat of Peter's ass clenching around his cock, the way his body trembled with each slow thrust.
"How about I smoke the cigarette while I fuck you Peter?" Dwayne asked, and his unlit cigarette bounced up and down in the corner of his mouth.
He reached into his pocket with his free hand, pulling out a heavy silver lighter. The flame flickered to life with a sharp *click*, casting a warm glow over his dark, chiseled face. He brought the flame to the tip of the cigarette, taking a slow, deliberate drag. The ember glowed red-hot as he exhaled a thick cloud of smoke, the scent of burning tobacco filling the air between them.
Peter watched, mesmerized, as Dwayne’s lips wrapped around the cigarette, the way his jaw clenched as he inhaled. Dwayne made the cigarette go up for about 5 seconds as he inhaled on it deeply, and then back down. Then he took another deep inhale, making the cigarette go up and down in the corner of his mouth, which made Peter extremely horny. The sight of the muscular black man with a cigarette dangling from the corner of his mouth while his cock was buried deep inside Peter’s ass was almost too much to handle.
Peter’s breath hitched in his throat as Dwayne’s powerful hips began to work in slow, deep thrusts, each one pushing him closer to the edge of oblivion.
Dwayne’s deep voice rumbled through the room like a growl, “You like watching me smoke while I fuck you, don’t you, boy?”
Peter could only whimper in response, his hands rubbing the huge muscles of Dwayne’s shoulders as the black bodybuilder’s cock filled him completely. The combination of the slow drags on the cigarette, the smoke curling around them, and the relentless thrusts sent waves of pleasure crashing through Peter’s body.
He could feel every inch of Dwayne’s thick cock stretching him, filling him completely, the burn of the stretch making his toes curl and his fingers dig deeper into the thick, dark skin of Dwayne’s shoulders.
"Fuck, Dwayne—" Peter gasped, his voice breaking as Dwayne’s powerful arms kept him suspended in the air, his body completely at the mercy of the black bodybuilder’s strength. "You feel so fucking good inside me. So fucking huge." Peter took a few breaths and continued saying "And you look so sexy and so masculine with a cigarette in the corner of your mouth. It goes so well with your huge muscles. And I love how you are carrying me, and lifting me up and down on your cock as you fuck me."
Peter took a few breaths and continued saying "You make me feel so small and so protected at the same time Dwayne. I love it, I love you so much!"
Dwayne’s took a deep inhale on his cigarette, making it go up and down in the corner of his mouth, and then said, “You’re just mine Peter,” Dwayne talked without stopping to lift Peter up and down with his huge arms, his cigarette dangled from his lips, from the corner of his mouth, bouncing slightly with each word he was saying. “And I’ll always carry you. Always protect you. Always fuck you like the good boy you are.”
Peter moaned loudly, his head thrown back as Dwayne’s thick cock relentlessly pounded his prostate.
He could barely catch his breath, his fingers digging into Dwayne’s shoulders as the black bodybuilder continued to lift him up and down on his massive cock. The cigarette still dangled from Dwayne’s mouth, and he made it go up and down in the corner of his mouth with each inhale.
“Oh, Dwayne!” Peter gasped, his voice raw and trembling. “I can’t—you’re too much!”
Dwayne’s deep laughter rumbled in his chest, vibrating through Peter’s body. “You can take it, boy. You were made for this.”
And without stopping to lift Peter up and down, Dwayne, took a very deep inhale on his cigarette, making it go up for about 5-6 seconds and then back down. Peter was going crazy, he loved seeing Dwayne smoke that way.
Dwayne's dark, muscular chest glistened with sweat, his powerful arms flexing effortlessly as he lifted Peter up and down on his massive cock. The cigarette bobbed in the corner of his mouth, making the ember glow brighter with each deep drag.
Peter could feel his own cock, still sticky with cum from his earlier orgasm, twitching against Dwayne's stomach. The friction of Dwayne's slick, sweat-slicked skin against his sensitive dick sent shivers down his spine. He moaned, his head thrown back as Dwayne's thick cock pounded his prostate with each deep thrust.
Peter felt completely helpless in Dwayne's powerful arms, completely at his mercy, completely owned by his black bodybuilder lover.
Dwayne's deep voice was a dark, commanding rumble that vibrated through Peter's entire body as the older man spoke, his cigarette bouncing in the corner of his mouth with each word. "That's right, boy... take my fucking cock... let me feel how tight your ass is... let me hear how much you love my big juicy black dick splitting you open..."
Peter whimpered, his balls drawing up tight as another orgasm built inside him. But Dwayne stopped momentarily, he kept his cock deep inside Peter's ass, and carried him with just one arm. He freed one hand to put out his finishing cigarette. But he used that free hand to reach for a new cigarette.
Carrying Peter with just one arm, Dwayne picked a cigarette and placed it in the corner of his mouth. He did the movements slowly, looking at Peter in the eyes.
He lit the new cigarette and took a deep inhale, making the cigarette go up and down in the corner of his mouth. Peter loved how Dwayne smoked in a masculine way, it was a huge turn on. Dwayne then held Peter with both arms and then he resumed lifting Peter up and down on his cock. The fact that he was changing cigarettes while carrying Peter just made the whole scene even hotter. Peter could never get enough of that.
Dwayne was in a zone, and he let his animalistic side show. He fucked Peter hard, slow and steady in the beginning, but now he was going faster, and he was giving him exactly what he wanted: raw, intense, dominant sex while he carried him in his arms.
Peter was just a mess, completely undone, his body trembling, his breath coming in short gasps.
Dwayne carried him effortlessly, his powerful arms flexing with each lift and drop, Peter’s body impaled on that thick black cock all the way inside, each descent making Peter’s eyes roll back in his head. The cigarette went up and down in the corner of his mouth as Dwayne took long, slow drags.
“Peter, this is perfect,” Dwayne rumbled, his voice thick with lust, the cigarette still bouncing in the corner of his mouth. “You take my cock so good, boy. So fucking tight around me. You were made for this. You were made to be fucked by me!" Dwayne said and his cigarette bounced up and down in the corner of his mouth. And as he continued lifting Peter up and down, he took a deep inhale on his cigarette, making it go up and down in the corner of his mouth. Dwayne continued "And the more I give you pleasure, the more your ass milks my dick so good!" And Dwayne took another deep inhale on his cigarette, making sure to make it go up and down in the corner of his mouth because he felt how much Peter loved it.
He changed the angle slightly, he went in and out into Peter's ass very rapidly about 10 times, then he slowed down, thrusting more slowly while taking deep inhales. Then after 20 seconds he again went in and out into Peter's ass very rapidly about 15 times, then he slowed down, thrusting more slowly, taking again deep inhales on his cigarette, making it go up and down in the corner of his mouth.
Dwayne could see the younger man's face twisted in pleasure, his pretty boy features flushed and dewy with sweat, his lips parted in a needy whimper. The sight of Peter like this—completely undone by him, his body trembling, his hole dripping with need—made Dwayne's cock swell even thicker inside Peter.
Peter’s legs trembled around Dwayne’s waist, his fingers clawing at the thick, dark skin of Dwayne’s shoulders as the black bodybuilder’s powerful arms kept lifting him up and down.