Chapter 1: Introduction
Peter: Muscle daddy slave!
Peter: are you ready to service me?
Mickey: yes baby...I am ready to take care of your needs
Peter: good daddy
Peter: you have become more muscular since last time I saw you!
Mickey: I’m trying to work out for you baby
Peter: good daddy.
Peter: come here and carry me
Mickey: hope your are pleased
Peter: Yes I am very pleased
Mickey: you want me to take my clothes off...or yours?
Peter: take yours off first and then mine
Mickey: I stand in front of u
Mickey: and pull my t-shirt over my head
Mickey: flexing for u
Mickey: trying to show off
Peter: awesome daddy
Mickey: open my jeans and slide them down
Mickey: and off
Mickey: standing in my boxers
Mickey: you want those off too baby?
Peter: yes everything off daddy
Mickey: anything you want baby
Mickey: I slide off my boxers
Mickey: my dick semi hard
Mickey: standing in front of you naked
Mickey: your slave
Peter: mmmmmmmmm
Peter: My muscle daddy slave.
Mickey: all for you baby
Peter: undress me
Mickey: yes sir
Mickey: I walk over to u
Peter: yes
Mickey: and slowly....gently lift your shirt over your head
Mickey: smelling u
Mickey: touching your belly and chest
Mickey: I am your love slave
Mickey: do anything for u
Peter: lift me up
Mickey: I pick you up and lift you up
Mickey: love holding u
Peter: let me oil your upper body muscles daddy
Peter: while you finger me
Mickey: oh yes baby
Mickey: damn... you get my dick so hard
Peter: I oiled your big shoulders and big arms daddy
Mickey: I stick 2 fingers in your ass
Mickey: feel you inside
Mickey: exploring my baby's asshole
Peter: mmmmmmmmmmmmm
Peter: you know how to make me feel good daddy!
Mickey: that’s all I want baby
Mickey: my fingers deep inside u
Mickey: feeling u
Mickey: touching you inside
Mickey: pushing inside u
Peter: raise me up and suck me while you do that
Mickey: I push you up higher
Mickey: my fingers deep inside u
Mickey: your hard dick rubbing against my belly
Mickey: rubbing against my chest
Peter: mmmm
Mickey: higher up my body
Mickey: until your cockhead is against my lips
Peter: suck on it!
Mickey: I taste u
Mickey: and take your cock in my mouth
Mickey: my baby's cock in my mouth
Mickey: I suck your dick
Mickey: while I finger you
Peter: ohhhhhhhhhhh you're going to make me climax!
Mickey: I want you to climax baby
Mickey: I suck you deep
Mickey: I lift you up and down
Mickey: as I penetrate your hole
Mickey: and suck your dick
Mickey: serving my boy
Mickey: like he deserves
Peter: coooommmmminnnnngg
Mickey: baby
Mickey: suck you deep
Mickey: drink u
Mickey: take your cum in my mouth
Mickey: down my trhoat
Peter: mmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm
Mickey: drinking
Mickey: swallowing
Peter: ohhhhhhhhh
Mickey: so hot boy
Mickey: feel your dick explode in my mouth
Mickey: I’m glad baby....I loved it
Peter: now lower me a bit daddy so I can wrap my legs around your waist.
Mickey: I lower you down my body
Mickey: the smell and taste still makes me crazy
Peter: good daddy
Peter: you're still ok carrying me?
Mickey: I’m your slave
Mickey: I have no choice
Peter: good answer
Mickey: I lower you so you can wrap your legs around me
Peter: I want you to light a cigarette slowly with your hand while you carry me in one arm.
Mickey: I hold you against my body and reach for a cigarette
Mickey: put it int the corner of my mouth
Mickey: and flip it up and down
Peter: mmmmmmmmmm
Peter: you know how to turn me on daddy!
Mickey: I light it
Mickey: and smoke it
Peter: mmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm
Peter: I am hard again daddy!
Mickey: good
Mickey: you’re so incredibly hot
Mickey: you drive daddy wild boy
Mickey: do anything for u
Mickey: anything to please u
Mickey: make you feel good
Peter: feel my erection with your free hand.
Peter: leave the cigarette in the corner of your mouth.
Mickey: I look at your sexy hard body
Mickey: and reach for your dick
Mickey: and stroke it
Peter: mmmmmmmmmmmm
Peter: Your touch is just right!
Mickey: playing with your hard dick
Mickey: as I smoke
Peter: mmmmmmmmmm
Peter: are you enjoying the pleasure you are giving me?
Mickey: I love giving you pleasure
Mickey: my dick is raging hard
Peter: I want you to penetrate me while you carry me
Mickey: I want to make love to you
Peter: make love to me good like you really want to give me pleasure!
Mickey: I push you down so the head of my dick is rubbing against your entrance
Mickey: I ooze into u
Mickey: and push you down on my dick
Mickey: my dick sinks into u
Mickey: all the way inside u
Mickey: deep insnide u
Peter: mmmmmmmmmmmmmm
Peter: daddy you feel soooooooo good inside me!
Mickey: penetrate you
Mickey: I lift you up and down
Mickey: I penetrate you
Mickey: hard
Mickey: deep
Mickey: throbbing inside u
Peter: daddy light another cigarette and then make love to me good
Mickey: yes baby
Mickey: I light a new cigarette
Mickey: I put it in the corner of my mouth
Mickey: and I penetrate you so good
Mickey: hard
Mickey: I lift you up and down on my dick
Mickey: penetrating you hard
Mickey: so deep inside u
Peter: ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh
Peter: climax in me daddy!
Mickey: ohhhh baby
Peter: I'm gonna climax again!
Mickey: yes
Mickey: gonna climax in u
Mickey: ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhh
Mickey: exploding…….
Mickey: ohhhhhhhhhhh
Peter: oooooooooooooooohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh
Mickey: baby
Mickey: ohhhhhhh
Peter: sooooo hot!!!!
Mickey: oh yes baby
Peter: sooooooooo hot daddy!
Mickey sets Peter down gently on the bench, the two of them still entwined in an embrace. Their labored breaths fill the room as they bask in the afterglow of their passionate lovemaking. Mickey's muscles glisten with sweat, a testament to the strength and power he possesses. Peter lays in his arms, a sense of contentment and satisfaction etched on his face.
After cuddling for about an hour, Peter gets horny again.
He whispers in Mickey's ear, "Muscle daddy, time for round two?" Mickey can't resist Peter's sweet voice and sexy body, so he picks him up and carries him to the middle of the room
"You want me to fuck you while I carry you, baby?" Mickey asks as holds Peter tightly in his arms..
"Yes," Peter moans as he spreads his legs wide open.
Mickey responds by positioning himself between Peter's thighs and plunging his thick, hard cock deep inside him once more. Peter's body trembles with ecstasy as Mickey thrusts in and out of him, taking his pleasure as much as giving it.
"Do you like how I can carry you and fuck you Master Peter? Mickey asked.
Peter nodded in agreement, unable to find his words as the pleasure consumed him. Mickey's strength was overwhelming, but also comforting, as he carried Peter effortlessly with every thrust. The scent of sweat and musk filled the air, heightening their senses and intensifying their desire.
As Mickey continued to fuck Peter, he whispered sweet nothings into his ear, each word like a spark that sent tingles down Peter's spine.
Peter's body trembled in response, his own hands exploring the muscular form of his lover, the muscles rippling under his fingertips.
Mickey's cock felt like a heavy, steel rod, filling Peter to the brim. He groaned in sheer pleasure as he was picked up and carried around the room, his legs wrapped around Mickey's waist, as Mickey dominated him completely and mercilessly.
"You like that, baby?" Mickey asked as he drove himself deeper inside of Peter.
Peter cried out in pure pleasure, nodding his head fervently as he felt himself being lifted and moved around the room with such ease. Each thrust from Mickey sent shockwaves of pleasure coursing through him, his muscles tensed with every movement. The sensation of being fully manhandled by this massive bodybuilder only added to Peter's growing arousal, his own cock growing harder with every passing second.
Mickey's slow and deep thrusts were driving Peter wild, Mickey was doing all the work, moving Peter up and down while fucking him.
"I want you to smoke a cigarette Muscle Daddy", Peter asked. "I want you to light one very slowly while you carry me." Peter's voice was barely above a whisper, but it carried an undeniable intensity.
Mickey obliges, reaching for a cigarette with one hand and placing it between his lips, in the corner of his mouth. With the other, he holds Peter securely, the younger man's legs wrapped around his waist. Peter watches as Mickey brings the cigarette to his mouth and flicks his lighter, the flame illuminating his chiseled features and casting deep shadows underneath his broad cheekbones.
Inhaling deeply, Mickey makes the cigarette go up in the corner of his mouth and holds it there for a moment before slowly exhaling.
The way Mickey smoked drove Peter crazy. Peter found Mickey incredibly masculine and handsome as he smoked in a sexy way.
It was such a turn-on for him, and he just couldn't get enough of it. Mickey, on the other hand, enjoyed the pleasure he was giving to Peter, as he took his time to smoke. He wanted to prolong their intense sexual experience as long as possible.
"Are you ready for me to fuck you again Master Peter, while I carry you, and while I smoke my cigarette for you?" Mickey asked.
"Yes, please!" Peter replied, moaning in pleasure.
Mickey began moving his hips in a slow, steady rhythm, each thrust causing Peter to cry out in ecstasy. The feeling of being filled completely by Mickey's thick, hard cock was overwhelming, and Peter reveled in the sensation of complete submission to his muscle daddy.
As Mickey continued to fuck Peter, he began to feel his own climax building. He knew he wouldn't be able to hold out much longer, and he wanted nothing more than to fill Peter with his seed.
But he was determined to make this moment last as long as possible.
Mickey's strong hands roamed Peter's body, feeling the muscles ripple under his fingers. His touch set Peter's skin on fire, and the younger man writhed in pleasure as Mickey explored him thoroughly.
Peter's cock was rock-hard, pre-cum glistening on the tip. Mickey made sure that Peter's dick would rub on Mickey's abs while he lifted him up and down.
Peter's cock felt like a rock, and Mickey could tell that he was enjoying every moment of this ride.
The weight of Peter's body on Mickey's arms and dick was intense, but Mickey was no stranger to heavy loads. His years of training and competing as a bodybuilder made him strong enough to carry the younger man with ease.
Mickey could feel his own climax building up, and he wanted to let go inside of Peter, but he also wanted Peter to enjoy this ride as much as he did.
So he kept going, lifting and lowering Peter on his cock while smoking the cigarette. Each time the cigarette smoke danced into the air, the scent filled the room, adding an extra dimension to their already intense encounter.
Peter, for his part, couldn't believe what was happening. He had never experienced anything like this before. The feeling of Mickey's massive cock filling him up completely, the strength of this man carrying him around effortlessly, it was all so overwhelming. And the way Mickey smoked the cigarette, it was just too much.
It sent shivers down Peter's spine, making himnfeel like he was trapped in the most perfect dream imaginable. This wasn't justmsex for Pete, it was a sensory experience, one that enveloped his senses and allowed him to forget the world beyond the walls of this private room.
As Mickey continued to lift Peter up and down on his cock, his own body began to tremble with a deep and primal need. But his cigarette was finishing and he needed to light a new one.
The cigarette was a stub now, burning close to his fingers. Mickey didn’t flinch. He held Peter’s gaze, those deep blue eyes pinning him in place as much as the thick arms wrapped around his thighs. With a slow, deliberate motion, Mickey held Peter in one arm only, carrying him, and put a new cigarette in the corner of his mouth. He used his free hand to light it. He took a deep inhale on it and made it go up and down in the corner of his mouth, which Peter loved watching.
The smoke curled from his lips as he spoke, his voice a low rumble. “You good?”
Peter could only nod, his throat tight. He was more than good. He was unmoored, adrift in a sensation so complete it was almost terrifying. Mickey’s strength wasn’t just show; it was a fundamental, unshakeable fact of the universe, and Peter was currently the beneficiary of its full, focused attention.
Mickey began to move again, a slow, powerful rhythm that was less about frantic passion and more about possession. Each lift and descent was controlled, a demonstration of pure physical mastery. Peter’s head fell back, a soft groan escaping him as he felt himself filled over and over. The scent of sweat, clean and sharp, mixed with the faint chlorine from the pool area and the earthy smell of tobacco. It was the scent of Bruce, and it was intoxicating.
“Look at me,” Mickey commanded, his voice quiet but absolute.
Peter’s eyes fluttered open, meeting that steady blue stare. Bruce held him there, suspended at the apex of a thrust, for a heartbeat that stretched into an eternity. Peter felt utterly exposed, completely seen. It wasn’t just his body; it was the raw, yearning need he usually kept locked down tight.
“This is what you wanted, isn’t it?” Mikey asked, not unkindly. He took another drag of the cigarette, making the cigarette go up and down in the corner of his mouth. “To not have to think. To just feel.”
“Yes,” Peter breathed, the word a confession.
A faint, almost imperceptible smile touched Mikey’s lips. “Then feel.”
He resumed his movement, and the world narrowed to this: Mickey lifting Peter up and down on his cock; Mickey making Peter's dick rub on Mickey's stomach; and Mickey deeply puffing on his cigarette, making it go up and down in the corner of his mouth.
“Let go,” Mickey murmured, his voice rough at the edge. “I’ve got you.”
The words vibrated through Peter’s chest, a low promise that sank deeper than the physical press of Bruce’s body against his. The world had dissolved into a haze of sweat, musk, and the faint, acrid tang of the previous cigarette. Bruce’s arms, corded with the dense muscle of a lifetime of discipline, were a vise and a sanctuary all at once. Peter felt his own slender frame completely enveloped, his will supplanted by the older man’s relentless, grounding strength.
Bruce didn’t flinch. His breathing was a steady, controlled rhythm against Peter’s neck. With Peter still impaled on him, his own release cooling between them, Bruce reached for the soft pack of cigarettes on the bench beside them. His movements were economical, unhurried. He shook one loose, never breaking eye contact with Peter, whose green eyes were wide, dazed, and utterly fixed on him.
He put the filter to his lips, the white paper a stark contrast to his weathered skin. The metallic scratch of the lighter was unnaturally loud in the quiet room. A flame bloomed, illuminating the sharp planes of his face for a moment before he touched it to the tip. He inhaled, the coal glowing a fierce orange.
He let the smoke trickle from his nostrils, a slow, grey plume that curled into the air between them, adding its layer to the charged atmosphere of the room.