Scally Lads Smoking Fetish
It was a Friday night, and the council estate was buzzing with the usual weekend energy. Mikey and I were sitting on the wall outside the local offie, sharing a pack of Marlboro Reds. Mikey always had a thing for watching me smoke, and I could tell he was getting off on it. His eyes followed every movement of my hand as I brought the cigarette to my lips, inhaled deeply, and exhaled a cloud of smoke into the night air.
“You know, Mikey,” I said, flicking the ash off the end of my cig, “I’ve never seen anyone so fascinated by someone else smoking.”
Mikey grinned, his eyes still fixed on the glowing tip of my cigarette. “Yeah, well, there’s just something about it. The way you hold it, the way you smoke it… it’s fucking hot, mate.”
I raised an eyebrow, taking another drag. “You got a smoking fetish or something?”
Mikey hesitated for a moment before nodding. “Yeah, I guess I do. It’s the smell, the way it looks… it just does something to me.”
I smirked, feeling a surge of excitement. “Well, that’s fucking interesting. Let’s explore that, yeah?”
Mikey’s eyes widened, but he nodded eagerly. “Yeah, man. Let’s do it.”
We headed back to my flat, a rundown place but private enough for what we had in mind. As soon as we stepped inside, I lit another cigarette, this time making a show of it. I held it between my fingers, letting the smoke curl around us as I walked over to the couch. Mikey followed, his eyes never leaving the cigarette.
“Sit down,” I commanded, and he obeyed, perching on the edge of the couch. I stood in front of him, taking a long drag and holding the smoke in for a moment before exhaling it slowly, letting it billow around his face. Mikey’s eyes closed, and he inhaled deeply, a small moan escaping his lips.
“You like that, don’t you?” I said, my voice low and husky.
“Fuck yeah,” Mikey whispered, opening his eyes to watch me take another drag.
I leaned in closer, letting the tip of the cigarette brush against his cheek. He shivered, his breath hitching as I trailed the cigarette down his neck, leaving a faint trail of ash. I could see the bulge in his jeans growing, and I smirked, knowing I had him right where I wanted him.
“Take off your shirt,” I ordered, and he complied, pulling his t-shirt over his head and tossing it aside. I ran the cigarette over his bare chest, circling his nipples with the glowing tip, careful not to burn him. Mikey’s breath came in short, ragged gasps, his eyes never leaving the cigarette.
I took a final drag, then stubbed out the cigarette in a nearby ashtray. Mikey looked up at me, his eyes glazed with desire. “What now?” he asked, his voice barely above a whisper.
“Now,” I said, unbuckling my belt and sliding it off, “we take this to the next level.”
I looped the belt around his wrists, binding them together in front of him. Mikey’s eyes widened, but he didn’t protest. I lit another cigarette, this time using it to tease him further. I traced the outline of his lips with the glowing tip, feeling his breath hot against my fingers. Then I slid the cigarette down his chest, down his stomach, until I reached the waistband of his jeans.
“Stand up,” I commanded, and he did, his hands still bound in front of him. I unbuttoned his jeans and slid them down, revealing his hard cock straining against his boxers. I ran the cigarette over the bulge, feeling him twitch beneath the fabric. Mikey let out a low groan, his hips bucking forward.
I slid his boxers down, freeing his cock. I took a drag of the cigarette, then leaned in, exhaling the smoke over his cock. Mikey gasped, his hips jerking forward as I wrapped my hand around him, stroking him slowly. I took another drag, then let the smoke drift over his balls, feeling him shudder beneath my touch.
“Fuck, Dean,” Mikey moaned, his head falling back. “That feels so fucking good.”
I smirked, taking one last drag before stubbing out the cigarette. I knelt down in front of him, my hands gripping his thighs. I looked up at him, my eyes locked on his as I leaned in, taking his cock into my mouth. Mikey let out a low groan, his hips bucking forward as I took him deeper.
I worked him with my mouth, my hands gripping his ass, pulling him closer. Mikey’s breath came in ragged gasps, his body trembling as I brought him closer and closer to the edge. I could feel him tensing, his cock pulsing in my mouth, and I knew he was close.
“Fuck, Dean, I’m gonna come,” Mikey gasped, his voice strained.
I pulled back, looking up at him with a smirk. “Not yet, you’re not.”
I stood up, unbinding his wrists and pushing him back onto the couch. I stripped off my clothes, then straddled him, my cock hard and ready. I lit another cigarette, taking a drag before placing it between Mikey’s lips. He inhaled deeply, his eyes locked on mine as I positioned myself over him.
I lowered myself onto him, feeling him slide into me. Mikey groaned, his hips bucking up to meet mine. I rode him hard, taking long drags of the cigarette and exhaling the smoke into his face. Mikey’s hands gripped my thighs, his fingers digging into my flesh as I moved faster, taking him deeper.
The room filled with the scent of smoke and sex, the sound of our bodies slapping together echoing off the walls. I could feel myself getting closer, my body tensing as I chased my own release. Mikey’s breath came in short, ragged gasps, his body trembling beneath me.
“Come with me, Mikey,” I growled, taking one last drag of the cigarette before tossing it aside. “Come with me now.”
Mikey let out a low groan, his body convulsing as he came, his cock pulsing inside me. The sight of him coming undone sent me over the edge, and I came hard, my body shaking with the force of my orgasm.
I collapsed onto him, our bodies slick with sweat and our breaths coming in ragged gasps. We lay there for a moment, our hearts pounding in sync. Then I rolled off him, reaching for the pack of cigarettes on the table.
“Fuck, that was intense,” Mikey said, his voice hoarse.
I smirked, lighting a cigarette and taking a drag. “Yeah, it was. You’ve got a fucking hot kink, Mikey.”
Mikey grinned, reaching for the cigarette. I passed it to him, watching as he took a drag, the glowing tip illuminating his face in the dim light. “Thanks, man. That was… fuck, that was something else.”
We lay there, passing the cigarette back and forth, the smoke curling around us. It was a moment of pure, raw intimacy, a connection forged through the heat of desire and the allure of a shared fetish. And as we lay there, the night stretching out before us, I knew this was just the beginning of a wild, smoky adventure.
End of Story
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