Chapter 1: Introduction
Me: Daddy,
Me: I need you to carry me...
Mostafa: awww.. is lil petey tired?
Me: yes tired......
Me: and horny
Mostafa: picking you up
Me: ohhh yes daddy!
Mostafa: hows that baby?
Me: wow..... love being in your arms daddy!
Me: Do you have a cigaretteette or cigarette daddy?
Mostafa: I have a cigarette on the table boy
Me: ohhhhhhhhh
Me: can we go so you can get it daddy?
Mostafa: I walk you over to it
Mostafa: leaning you over
Mostafa: and grab the lighter baby
Me: I watch you in anticipation daddy and get slowly excited...
Mostafa: I start puffing
Me: ohhhhhhh daddy!
Me: you are the sexiest!
Mostafa: I flex my chest up
Me: mmmmmmmm daddy.......
Me: I touch how hard your chest is...
Me: and how huge it is!
Mostafa: give it a kiss boy
Me: kissing it.......
Me: all over.......
Me: want me to suck on your nipple?
Mostafa: you had better boy
Me: sucking on your nipple daddy........
Me: starting with the right one......
Me: sucking hard.......
Mostafa: thats my boy
Me: you are liking ?
Mostafa: slexing my pec in your face
Mostafa: I am boy
Mostafa: puffing out a big ring of smoke
Me: ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh
Me: daddy, your pecs are sooooo big!
Me: I start sucking on your left pec.
Me: and your big nipple!
Me: You're not getting tired from carrying me?
Mostafa: thats my boy
Mostafa: no boy you are like a feather to me
Me: Love being so light for you......
Me: daddy, your muscle pecs are so big! can you rub me up and down on them?
Mostafa: its a good thing you are naked boy
Mostafa: I hold you out in front of me
Me: yes.......
Mostafa: holding you by the hips
Me: yes daddy......
Mostafa: rubbing your pecs into mine
Mostafa: you like these big furry pecs boy?
Mostafa: I start lifting you up and down
Me: ohhhhh daddy!
Me: I love your pecs daddy!
Me: I love the way you rub me up and down like that!
Mostafa: rubbing you higher
Me: ohhhhhhhhhhhhh yes!
Mostafa: your boy cock rubbing over my abs
Me: I have my hands on your huge shoulders!
Mostafa: slowly lifting you until your boycock is between my huge pecs
Me: ohhhhhhhh yes!
Mostafa: flexing my pecs around your shaft
Mostafa: my cigarette haning out theside of my mouth
Me: ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh
Mostafa: you like these big daddy pecs dont you boy?
Me: you are sooooooooo sexy, I love what you are doing to me, your power in control of me.....
Me: and love the way you are smoking your cigarette daddy!
Mostafa: pumping my boy up and down
Mostafa: you like fucking daddies pecs boy?
Me: oh yes daddy.......
Me: I love fucking your pecs.... actually I love it when you make me fuck your pecs with the power of your arms... as if I had no choice but for you to let me do it.
Mostafa: I pump you faster between my pecs
Mostafa: flexing them up bigger
Me: ohhhhhhhh
Me: awesome!
Me: daddy would you like to put my boy dick in your mouth?
Mostafa: Im smoking boy
Me: oh yeah it's true!
Me: You are soooooo sexy with your cigarette!
Mostafa: hold my cigarette a minute boy
Me: Ok daddy.
Me: I hold it for you.
Mostafa: I lift you higer
Mostafa: pushing your cock into my mouth
Me: yes........
Me: oHHHHHHHHHHH
Me: OHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH
Mostafa: sucking hard on it
Mostafa: I start pumping you in and out
Me: ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhh daddy, that feels soooooooo good you have no idea!
Mostafa: pulling you out of my mouth
Mostafa: give me a puff boy
Me: ohhhhhh yes daddy, giving you a puff......
Me: daddy you are just so awesome!
Mostafa: puffing
Me: what will you do next daddy?
Mostafa: then shoving you back into my mouth
Me: ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh
Me: feels soooooooooo good daddy!
Me: are you enjoying this too?
Mostafa: nodding on your cock
Mostafa: fucking my face with your cock
Me: daddy oh dadddy!
Me: i have never had that much good sex in my life and never imagined it could be that good!
Mostafa: I suck harder
Me: oohhhhhhhhhhhhhhh
Me: you are holding my butt with your hands?
Mostafa: yes boy
Me: ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhh
Me: would you like me to wrap my legs around your neck?
Mostafa: you can boy
Me: ohhhhhhh yes daddy!
Me: I love what you are doing to me!
Me: Looking from up, I feel like I'm on a tower!
Mostafa: enjoy yourself
Me: thanks...... oh thanks daddy!
Me: would you like me to cum that way or wanna do something else6
Mostafa: cum hard boy
Me: ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhh daddy........
Me: do you think you can finger my ass while you are holding me up like that?
Mostafa: holding my finger up to your mouth
Mostafa: get it wet boy
Me: yes daddy, lubbing your huge finger daddy.
Mostafa: pulling my finger out of your mouth
Mostafa: shoving it into your hot hole
Me: ooooooooooooooohhhhhhhhhhhh
Me: feels so good daddy.......
Me: nothing can feel so good.......
Mostafa: working my finger in
Me: mmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm
Me: gona cum dady.........
Mostafa: I push my finger into your prostate
Me: ooooooooooooohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh
Me: cccccuuummmmmiiiiinnnnnnnggggggggg
Mostafa: sucking your load down
Me: oooooooohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh
Me: sssssooooooo gooood.........
Mostafa: good boy
Me: that wa so intense daddy....
Mostafa: glad you enjoyed it boy
Me: would you like to get off too daddy?
Mostafa: drawing on my stogie
Mostafa: how you going to do it boy?
Me: wanna fuck me daddy?
Mostafa: blowing another smoke ring
Mostafa: sure thing boy
Me: ohhhhhhhhhhhhhh yes daddy!
Me: not too tired daddy?
Mostafa: give daddy your ass boy
Me: I wrap my legs around your waist daddy to give you better access.
Mostafa: thrusting my hips up
Mostafa: going in deep
Mostafa: puffing on my cigarette
Me: ohhhhhhhhhhhhhh yes......
Me: I am all open to you daddy!
Me: getting hard again!
Mostafa: pumping in and out
Me: ohhhhhhhh
Me: so huge....
Me: and starting to feel real good!
Mostafa: leaking pre into you
Me: mmmmmmmm it's lubbing my ass daddy.
Mostafa: it sure is boy
Me: I squeeze hard on your dick daddy.
Me: I squeeze with my ass muscles.
Mostafa: thats my boy
Mostafa: that feels real good
Mostafa: I push in harder against your resistance
Me: ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh daddy!
Me: I feel totally implated on you!
Mostafa: you should boy
Mostafa: Ipuff harder on my cigarette
Me: I feel like I am part of your body daddy.
Me: you are so sexy puffing on your cigarette..... I am very hard again!
Mostafa: letting my che corner of my mouth
Me: ohhhhhhhhhhhhh
Me: you are so sexy and masculine!
Me: and sooooo muscular and strong beyond belief!
Mostafa: letting my cigarette hange out of the corner of my mouth
Mostafa: lifting my arms up
Me: yes........
Mostafa: squeezing my peaks up
Mostafa: cum over your muscledaddy boy
Me: oh yes daddy..... oh yes daddy......
Me: wanna cum in me daddy?
Mostafa: squeeze on my cock boy
Me: squeezing daddy.... squessing......
Me: ohhhhhhhhh
Me: feels soooo good daddy.....
Me: you are so strong....so hugely muscular I love it!
Mostafa: my cock spasms in you
Mostafa: emptying my balls into you
Me: ohhhhhhhhhhhhhh yes daddy!
Me: ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhh
Me: cumming all over your pecs daddy!!!!!!!!11
Mostafa: good boy
Me: ohhhhhhhhhhh
Me: wow...........
Mostafa: slowly pulling you off my cock
Me: wow...... daddy.
Mostafa: that was good boy
Me: you liked it daddy? me I just loved it totally!
Mostafa: I did boy
Me: I wish you can carry me forever!
Mostafa: Do you want to start round 2?
Mostafa lifts Peter again in his arms, and flexes his muscles, making Peter feel dominated and protected.
"You sure are strong, daddy" Peter exclaims, gazing at Mostafa's fierce and raw masculinity. "I am, boy, and you will experience all my strength and passion, because I'm gonna make love to you every day!," Mostafa responds, and he shifts Peter's weight on his left arm and reaches for a cigarette with his right hand, that he places in the corner of his mouth.
Peter traces Mostafa's huge pecs with his hands, feeling the thick hair on them, and the iron-like firmness of his chest. He watches the way Mostafa looks with a cigarette in the corner of his mouth and Peter is totally turned on.
Mostafa, still carrying Peter with one arm, uses his right hand to get the lighter and light his cigarette. As soon as he does, he inhales deeply on his cigarette, making it go up and down in the corner of his mouth. Peter loves watching that. Mostafa inhales that same way a few more times.
Mostafa leaves the cigarette in the corner of his mouth and uses both his hands to carry Peter.
"Do you like watching me smoke Peter?" Mostafa asks, and making his cigarette bounce up and down as he talks.
" Is it the way I smoke that gets you going, boy?" he queries before taking another long drag on his cigarette. Peter's eyes follow the movement of the cigarette, mesmerized. Mostafa takes a few deep drags on the cigarette, making it go up and down in the corner of his mouth each time, which Peter loves.
Peter takes a moment to answer, lost in the haze of Mostafa's sexy presence.
"Yes, it does," he concedes, mischievously licking his lips.
Mostafa chuckles and walks around. carrying Peter in his arms. Mostafa kept his cigarette in the corner of his mouth.
His massive muscled shell enveloped Peter as if he were a delicate treasure, cherished and protected. Peter's eyes wandered over Mostafa's toned biceps, watching as his muscles rippled beneath his olive-toned skin with each labored breath.
The cigarette perched in the corner of his mouth, the tip glowing brightly as Mostafa took another drag.
"You know, Mostafa, the way you smoke turns me on incredibly!" Peter admits, his voice soft and contemplative.
Mostafa smirks, takes a deep inhale on his cigarette, making it go up and down in the corner of his mouth. "There's nothing simple about it, boy. It's all about the ritual, the control. You can see how it calms me, focuses me." Mostafa said and his cigarette bounced up and down in the corner of his mouth while he talked.
Peter watched it go up and down and felt the thrill of Mostafa's powerful presence. Peter reached up and touched Mostafa's face, feeling the stubble on his strong jaw. Mostafa turned his head and kissed Peter's fingers, his cigarette still between his lips.
"You're so powerful, Mostafa. I feel small next to you, but you make me feel safe, too." Peter said, his voice barely above a whisper. Mostafa nodded, his eyes never leaving Peter's.
"That's because you are, boy. You're my boy, and I'm gonna protect you, take care of you.
I'll make sure nothing and no one hurts you," Mostafa rasped, his voice as deep as his inhale on the cigarette. He held Peter close, his massive arms wrapped around him like a shield.
Peter sighed contentedly, snuggling into Mostafa's chest. "I know you will, daddy. That's why I love being with you. You make me feel secure."
Mostafa puffed out a cloud of smoke, the scent of tobacco filling the air between them. "Good boy. Are you horny again?"
Mostafa asked, a playful glint in his eyes. Peter nodded, a small blush creeping up his cheeks. "Good," Mostafa growled, his voice low and husky. "Because I'm always ready for you, boy." He walked to the middle of the room, still carrying Peter and said: "I want to fuck you again Peter, while I carry you in my muscular arms, and while I smoke a cigarette." Peter looked at him with eager eyes and said: " I want that too daddy, I want you to fuck me again while you carry me."
Mostafa walked to the bench press machine and placed Peter on the seat of it. Mostafa lifted the bar and placed it back on the rack.
Mostafa took out another cigarette and placed it in the corner of his mouth. He lit it up and took a deep inhale, making the cigarette go up and down in the corner of his mouth.
"With each inhale boy, I image fucking your tight little ass. With each exhale, I image shooting my load deep inside you" Mostafa said and his cigarette bounce up and down in the corner of his mouth as he talked.
Peter's eyes widened with excitement and he licked his lips as he watched Mostafa smoke. Mostafa started to undress Peter, slowly. He first took Peter's shirt off, exposing his smooth, toned torso. Peter's nipples were already hard, anticipating Mostafa's touch.
"Look at you, boy, already so horny. You want my cock, don't you?" Mostafa said, his voice deep and commanding. Peter nodded eagerly, his breath coming in short gasps. Mostafa chuckled and took another long drag on his cigarette.
"Answer me, boy.
Tell me you want my cock," Mostafa demanded, his eyes locking onto Peter's, the cigarette still dangling from the corner of his mouth. The tip glowed brighter with each drag, casting a warm light on Mostafa's face.
Peter, breathing heavily, whimpered, "Yes, daddy. I want your cock. I want you to fuck me again."
Mostafa smirked, pleased with Peter's response. He took another drag, this time blowing the smoke out slowly, the white tendrils dancing in the air before dissipating. He leaned in closer to Peter, his voice a low growl, "Good boy.
I'm going to fuck you hard this time, boy. I'm going to make you feel every inch of me inside you." Mostafa placed his hand on Peter's thigh, squeezing it gently as he spoke. Peter shivered at his touch, his body already aching for more.
Mostafa reached for the belt of Peter's jeans, slowly unbuckling it while his cigarette hung from the corner of his mouth. The scent of tobacco filled the air, mixing with the smell of sweat and desire. Peter watched Mostafa's every move, his heart racing in anticipation.