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“Smoldering Submission”

Kyle had always swiped past profiles of men like him—fit, chiseled, showing off their gym-honed bodies, flexing in perfect lighting. He was used to that world; after all, he had the same toned physique from hours spent working out, maintaining a strict regimen. But lately, something had shifted inside him. He wasn’t craving the perfect gym body anymore. What he really wanted was a man who embodied a different kind of power—someone older, larger, stocky, with an air of dominance and indulgence.

And then, he found Arthur Thompson.

Arthur’s profile was different from the others. Instead of a shirtless selfie, Arthur sat confidently in a leather armchair, his large belly stretching the fabric of his suit, a thick cigar perched between his lips. The smoke drifted up from the cigar in delicate curls, giving Arthur a presence that was impossible to ignore. Kyle was hooked immediately. He had been swiping for weeks, but no one had caught his attention like this. Arthur’s big belly, his confident smirk, and the cigar clenched firmly in his teeth—it was everything Kyle had been fantasizing about.

Without hesitation, he messaged Arthur. They exchanged a few brief words—Arthur’s replies were short, commanding, just as Kyle had hoped. When Arthur suggested they meet at his house while his wife was out of town, Kyle’s pulse quickened. He couldn’t believe his luck.

Now, standing at Arthur’s front door, Kyle could feel his heart racing in his chest. He had been thinking about this moment all day—about seeing Arthur in person, about feeling the weight of his huge, round belly beneath his hands, and most of all, about the thick cigar Arthur would no doubt have between his lips. The image of it had consumed him ever since they matched. The smell, the look, the aura of pure masculine power Arthur seemed to exude in his profile picture had drawn Kyle in like nothing else.

When the door opened, Arthur was even more impressive in person. He stood tall, filling the doorway, his round belly pushing out from beneath his unbuttoned suit jacket. A lit cigar hung from his lips, the end glowing a bright orange as he took a slow, deliberate drag. The rich, earthy scent of the cigar hit Kyle instantly, flooding his senses with the heady aroma he had been imagining for days. Smoke billowed out of Arthur’s mouth, curling through the air as he exhaled slowly, his eyes locking onto Kyle with a knowing smirk.

“Come in, boy,” Arthur rumbled, his voice deep and gravelly. The cigar bobbed slightly between his teeth as he spoke, the sight of it making Kyle’s heart race even faster. Arthur’s whole presence exuded dominance and control, and the thick, swirling smoke that filled the air only added to his aura of authority.

Kyle stepped inside, the scent of cigar smoke immediately wrapping around him, thick and intoxicating. Arthur turned and led him into the living room, moving slowly, his large frame dominating the space. Kyle followed, his eyes glued to Arthur’s broad back, watching the way his belly swayed slightly as he walked. He could hardly breathe for the excitement of what was about to happen.

Arthur sat down heavily in his armchair, spreading his legs wide and settling into the plush leather. His belly pushed out in front of him, the fabric of his shirt straining slightly against it, and the cigar never left his lips. He took another long drag, the ember glowing bright as the rich smoke filled his lungs. Arthur exhaled a slow plume of smoke, his eyes locked on Kyle as the thick cloud drifted between them.

“You like what you see, don’t you?” Arthur said, his voice a low growl of confidence. He tapped the ash from his cigar into a nearby tray, watching with amusement as Kyle nodded, wide-eyed and breathless.

“Yes, sir,” Kyle managed to say, his voice barely above a whisper. He couldn’t tear his eyes away from Arthur’s huge belly, from the way the cigar sat between his thick fingers, still glowing softly as smoke curled up into the air. The scent of the cigar was everywhere, filling the room, clinging to the furniture, the walls. It was heady and intoxicating, and Kyle was completely captivated by it.

Arthur smirked, taking another long pull from his cigar. The smoke billowed out slowly, filling the air around them. “I could tell from your messages,” Arthur said, his voice calm and authoritative. “You like older men. Big men. You like a man who knows how to enjoy the finer things.”

Kyle nodded again, his heart pounding in his chest. His eyes flicked between Arthur’s cigar and his belly, his mouth dry with anticipation. He couldn’t get enough of the sight of him—this powerful, older man, sitting there so comfortably, smoking his cigar like a king. The cigar smoke added to the moment in a way Kyle hadn’t expected—it made everything feel richer, more intimate, more intense.

Arthur’s thick fingers tapped the ash from his cigar again, then rested the cigar back between his lips. He leaned back in the chair, spreading his legs wider, letting Kyle take in every inch of him. “Come here,” he said, his voice low and commanding. “You know what you want.”

Kyle moved toward him, his breath quickening as he reached out to touch Arthur’s belly. His hands trembled slightly as he pressed them against the soft, round curve of it, feeling the warmth of Arthur’s body beneath the fabric of his shirt. Arthur groaned softly, taking another drag from his cigar, exhaling the smoke with a satisfied smile.

“That’s a good boy,” Arthur muttered, his voice thick with approval. “You like big men, don’t you? You’ve been waiting for this, haven’t you?”

Kyle nodded, his fingers roaming over Arthur’s belly, the feel of it beneath his hands making his pulse race. The scent of the cigar was everywhere, filling his lungs with every breath. He was dizzy from the combination of the smoke and the sheer size of the man in front of him. Arthur’s belly, the cigar, the authority in his voice—it was everything Kyle had fantasized about and more.

Arthur took another slow drag, the end of the cigar glowing bright as he pulled the smoke into his lungs. He held it there for a moment, watching Kyle’s reaction, letting the tension build before he exhaled slowly, sending a thick plume of smoke directly toward Kyle’s face.

“Breathe it in, boy,” Arthur growled, his voice thick with dominance. “You like the smell of my cigar, don’t you? You’ve been thinking about it ever since you saw my profile.”

Kyle’s breath hitched as he inhaled the smoke, the rich, earthy scent of it filling his lungs. The smoke clung to his clothes, his skin, wrapping around him like a second skin. It was overwhelming, but in the best way possible. He nodded eagerly, his hands still resting on Arthur’s belly, the feel of the older man’s body beneath his fingers grounding him in the moment.

“Good boy,” Arthur muttered, his voice low and approving. He took another drag from his cigar, the ember glowing brightly as he exhaled the smoke with deliberate slowness. The scent of it filled the room, mixing with the musky smell of Arthur’s body. Kyle couldn’t get enough.

Arthur’s hand moved, resting on the back of Kyle’s neck, guiding him down gently. Kyle knelt in front of Arthur, his breath coming in shallow gasps as Arthur exhaled another thick cloud of smoke, the scent of it wrapping around them both. Kyle’s senses were overwhelmed—the cigar smoke, the size of Arthur’s belly, the deep, commanding voice that seemed to reverberate through the air.

Arthur undid his trousers, his thick fingers moving slowly, deliberately. The cigar never left his lips, even as he freed his heavy, thick cock from the confines of his clothes. The smell of his arousal mixed with the rich, earthy scent of the cigar, creating a heady blend that made Kyle’s head spin.

“You know what to do, boy,” Arthur growled, the cigar still nestled between his teeth. He blew out a thick plume of smoke, watching as it curled through the air and drifted down toward Kyle. “Take your time. Savor it, like you’d savor a fine cigar.”

Kyle’s lips parted, his mouth watering as he leaned forward, his hands gripping Arthur’s thick thighs for support. The weight of Arthur’s cock pressed against his lips, the scent of the cigar still heavy in the air, wrapping around him. The taste of Arthur, the musky, heady scent of his body, mixed with the rich tobacco smoke, was overwhelming.

Arthur groaned softly, his hand tightening in Kyle’s hair as he guided him further down. The cigar bobbed between Arthur’s lips, the ember glowing brighter with each deliberate drag he took. The thick smoke billowed out, wrapping around them both, adding to the already heavy, musky atmosphere of the room. Kyle’s throat tightened as he took more of Arthur’s cock, but he didn’t pull away—he wanted this. He wanted to please the older man, to prove that he was worthy of the praise Arthur had already given him.

Arthur watched him intently, his eyes half-lidded as he took another long pull from the cigar. The sight of Kyle working so eagerly, his lips wrapped around the thick shaft, sent a surge of satisfaction through the older man. He blew out the smoke slowly, letting it drift down toward Kyle’s face, watching as the younger man inhaled it, his senses overwhelmed by the combination of Arthur’s size and the rich, smoky scent of the cigar.

“That’s a good boy,” Arthur growled, his voice thick with approval. “Take it all in. You’ve been thinking about this, haven’t you? Thinking about my cock, about the smell of my cigar. You couldn’t wait to get on your knees for me.”

Kyle moaned softly, the sound muffled as he worked harder, his lips sliding further down Arthur’s length, his throat straining to take him deeper. The taste of Arthur’s skin, mixed with the constant scent of cigar smoke, made his head swim with desire. He couldn’t think of anything else—just the feel of Arthur’s cock in his mouth, the musky, masculine scent of the man filling his lungs with each breath.

Arthur’s hips began to move slowly, pushing deeper into Kyle’s mouth, the weight of him almost overwhelming. The older man’s belly jostled slightly, brushing against Kyle’s forehead with each slow, deliberate thrust. The cigar never left Arthur’s lips, even as his groans grew louder, the smoke curling up and around them in thick, heavy waves.

“That’s it, boy,” Arthur muttered, his voice a low rumble. “You love the taste of me, don’t you? Love the smell of my cigar, the way the smoke fills the air while you’re on your knees for me.”

Kyle nodded weakly, his throat too full to respond verbally. But Arthur’s words were true—he loved everything about this, the taste, the smell, the feel of the older man’s thick body pressed against him. He had dreamed of this moment ever since he had seen Arthur’s profile, had imagined what it would be like to kneel before a man of his size and power, to breathe in the scent of his cigar and let it consume him.

Arthur chuckled softly, a deep, satisfied sound that seemed to vibrate through his chest. He took another slow drag, the cigar glowing bright as he pulled the smoke deep into his lungs. The ember flared, casting a warm, orange glow over his face as he exhaled again, the thick plume of smoke curling around Kyle’s head.

“Good boy,” Arthur growled, his hand tightening in Kyle’s hair as he pushed him down further, his cock sliding deeper into Kyle’s throat. “Breathe in the smoke, lad. Let it fill your lungs while you work. That’s what you wanted, isn’t it? You wanted to be surrounded by the smell of my cigar, to feel it in your throat while you take me deep.”

Kyle inhaled deeply, his head spinning as the rich, musky scent of the cigar filled his lungs. The smoke clung to his clothes, his skin, mixing with the heavy scent of Arthur’s arousal. It was overwhelming, but Kyle wanted more—he needed more. His hands tightened on Arthur’s thighs, holding on as the older man’s hips began to move faster, thrusting harder into his mouth.

Arthur’s groans filled the room, his belly pressing against Kyle’s forehead with each powerful thrust. The cigar bobbed between his lips, the ember glowing brightly as he took another long drag, exhaling the smoke with a satisfied smile. The scent of cigar smoke and sex filled the air, thick and heady, creating an intoxicating atmosphere of submission and power.

“That’s a good boy,” Arthur muttered, his voice thick with pleasure. “Take it all. You’ve earned this, lad. You wanted to be here, didn’t you? On your knees, breathing in my smoke, tasting me.”

Kyle nodded, his throat constricting around Arthur’s cock as he worked harder, his lips sliding up and down the thick length, his body trembling with the intensity of it all. He couldn’t get enough of the cigar smoke, the way it curled through the air, the way it clung to Arthur’s body, filling the room with its rich, heady scent. It was everything he had fantasized about, and more.

Arthur’s hips began to move faster, his cock sliding in and out of Kyle’s mouth with increasing speed. The older man’s groans grew louder, the sound vibrating through the air as his pleasure built. The cigar still burned brightly between his lips, the smoke billowing out in thick clouds with each breath he took.

“You’re going to swallow every drop,” Arthur growled, his voice thick with the promise of release. “Do you understand me, boy? You’re going to take it all. Just like you’ve been taking in my smoke, you’re going to take every last bit of me.”

Kyle moaned softly, his hands gripping Arthur’s thighs tightly as he nodded, his throat tightening around the older man’s cock. Arthur’s body tensed, his belly pressing against Kyle’s forehead as his cock pulsed in the young man’s mouth. The climax hit hard, a sudden wave of pleasure that had Arthur groaning deeply, his hand gripping Kyle’s hair tightly as hot cum filled Kyle’s throat.

Kyle swallowed quickly, his body trembling as he took everything Arthur gave him. The taste of Arthur, the musky scent of his release, mixed with the ever-present cigar smoke, filled Kyle’s senses, making his head spin with submission. He kept his lips wrapped around Arthur’s cock, sucking gently even as the older man softened, wanting to drain every last drop, to show his devotion.

Arthur groaned again, his hand finally releasing its grip on Kyle’s hair as he leaned back in the chair, his large frame settling comfortably into the leather. The cigar still smoldered between his fingers, the ember glowing softly as he exhaled a final thick plume of smoke. The room was filled with the smell of tobacco and sex, an intoxicating blend that clung to the air around them.

“Good boy,” Arthur muttered, his voice thick with satisfaction as he looked down at Kyle. “You’ve done well tonight.”

Kyle pulled back slowly, his lips swollen and his throat raw, but he felt a deep sense of pride and fulfillment. He had pleased Arthur, had shown his submission, and had been rewarded with the older man’s approval. The scent of Arthur’s arousal and the thick cloud of cigar smoke still lingered in the air, a constant reminder of what had just transpired between them.

Arthur took another long drag from his cigar, his eyes gleaming with satisfaction as he exhaled slowly, watching Kyle with a pleased smirk. “You’re welcome to stay,” Arthur said, his voice a low growl. “But you’ll need to keep quiet about this. No one needs to know about my little indulgences.”

Kyle nodded, his heart racing at the thought of Arthur’s wife returning. The weight of their shared secret added a thrill to the encounter, making everything feel even more intense. He knew this couldn’t last, but for tonight, this was his world—wrapped in smoke, submission, and the older man’s approval.

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