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It was near freezing outside, and Rob was getting colder by the minute. His fingertips were numb, his toes felt like ice cubes inside his shoes, and he was starting to shiver. Yet, he knew what his lungs needed, so he tossed the butt of his previous cigarette aside and pulled out a fresh one from the pack. It was so cold that he struggled to spark the lighter to life, but once he managed to do so, he quickly lit his new cigarette and dragged hard and fast on it to try and make quick work of it. It had been a long journey up to his parents’ house in the mountains, and he needed to chainsmoke a few before bed to get his nicotine fix. He felt slightly annoyed - annoyed that he had forgotten how cold it gets up at this altitude and forgotten to bring a thicker jacket, and annoyed that even after all these years his parents still didn’t let him smoke inside their house.

Suddenly he heard the door open and saw his father stepping out. His dad instinctively crossed his arms and braced in the cold. “Thought I might find you out here,” his dad said. “Still haven’t given it up, huh?” he asked, pointing at the cigarette in his son’s hand.

Rob said nothing, but continued hauling, not moving the cigarette from his lips but rather inhaling continuously and letting the exhales spill out of his nose.

“Damn, it’s cold out here!” his dad said, as a slight icy breeze made him shiver quickly. “I figured with it being this cold outside you might decide it wasn’t worth it stepping outside to smoke every time, at least for the few days you’re here.”

Rob still said nothing, but shot his dad a resentful, sidelong stare as he continued to diligently smoke his cigarette. Did his parents really think he was going to play these games with them? They’d tried every trick in the book to try and get him to quit, and had failed every time. It was starting to get a little ridiculous that they wouldn’t just accept defeat and let him smoke in peace. Even though this last cigarette had given him the nicotine buzz he had been craving, he was tempted to smoke another one, just to be stubborn and prove a point.

As his rapid hauling finished off the last of his cigarette, he tossed it aside and said, “there could be a blizzard or hurricane raging outside for all I care, dad, and I’d still be out here smoking. Just deal with it.”

His father sighed as he watched Rob exhale the residual smoke that had accumulated at the bottom of his lungs from all that relentless inhaling before reaching for his pack and pulling out another one. Rob’s dad was wearing nothing but pajamas, bedroom slippers and a woolen dressing robe, and now his teeth were starting to chatter.

As Rob struggled to flick the lighter again with his numb fingers, his dad finally said, “fine.”

Rob looked up at him questioningly, one eyebrow raised. “Fine what?”

His dad sighed again before replying. “Fine, you can smoke inside.”

Rob stopped fumbling with the lighter. “Really?”

His dad shrugged. “Well, you’re obviously not going to stop no matter what your mom and I do, and you’re not a kid any more - if you really want to do it, then that’s on you,” his dad said with an air of resignation. “Besides, it’s cold as fuck out here. I can’t even feel my balls any more.”

Rob smiled slightly at his dad’s attempt at humor in this situation as he gathered up his pack of cigarettes and lighter, the one he’d been trying to fire up still dangling from his lips.

“Finally! It’s about fucking time you guys let me smoke in the house,” he said, getting up and walking towards the door which his father was already opening.

“Hey, don’t be rude! Just be thankful,” his dad said with an affectionate pat on the back as he followed Rob back inside and shut the door behind him. “Just try to keep it to your room as much as possible and for God’s sake don’t ash all over the house!”

“Yeah, yeah, I know,” Rob said as he reached for his lighter again. “What about mom? Won’t she lose her shit?”

“Don’t worry about her,” his dad replied. “I’ll talk to her. You may not know this, but I used to smoke too, before you were born. If she could put up with it back then, she can learn to put up with it now.”

marlborolovefrance

gaysmokefetish

There are some smokers who smoke their cigarettes almost to the filter, and having gotten their nic fix, are content to toss it away at that point. And then there are the others, the ones who know the truth, and who make sure they smoke each cigarette right down to the very end, until the filter itself is almost burning. The ones who make sure that every last shred of tobacco that's been tightly packed into the cigarette has a chance to ignite and play its part, releasing the nicotine, tar, and other wonderful substances that are the very reason we smoke. The ones who know that it's a shameful waste not to inhale those ending few drags that offer so much - indeed, that offer all the cigarette has to give before it dies. It's been said that those last couple of drags on a cigarette, once the filter has been mostly saturated, contain up to twice as much tar as the initial drags, and as a result twice as much flavor, and twice as much satisfaction for you and your lungs. If that's not what you want for yourself out of each cigarette, then why even smoke? To toss a cigarette before it's finished is to stop playing music right as it reaches its crescendo, to close a book right as the story reaches its climax, or to stop having sex right as you're about to orgasm. If you wouldn't do any of those things, then why would you do it to a cigarette? No, if you're in the habit of cutting a cigarette's already short life even shorter, you're missing out on the very best part. When you've already put in the hard yards hauling the cigarette down to where the thickness and concentration of the smoke are at their peak, it's only right you should get to enjoy the reward and inhale the best of the cigarette. Once you try it, once you feel what a cigarette really has to offer when it's burning at its hottest and you realize the rest of the cigarette pales in comparison, perhaps then you'll understand why those of us who already know make it a point to do this with each cigarette we smoke, and why you should too.

heavysmokingboy

smoking while eating a pizza

heavysmokingboy

some more. my lungs are so demanding, dont know what do than giving them what they want!

heavysmokingboy

a second morning smoke.

heavysmokingboy

lung feed in afternoon

heavysmokingboy

another afternoon smoke

lgcncr

On vacation with his family this week Trey finally got the courage to ask his dad if he could smoke a cigarette. He grew up watching his dad smoke heavily every day and was always fascinated by it. He was taught in school that smoking was dangerous, and he always saw his dad’s packs around the house with graphic warnings claiming “smoking causes lung cancer.” But this just raised his curiosity more. He’d listen to his dad’s hacking cough every morning and think about how amazing it must feel to smoke if smokers are willing to accept these risks and still continue to smoke. As his curiosity grew more and more, Trey became determined to try smoking for himself. He thought that his dad might be angry when he asked for a cigarette, but to his surprise, his dad was actually excited. He always hoped his son would follow in his footsteps. He handed him his pack of Marlboro Reds and helped him light his first cigarette. He taught him how to smoke and inhale deeply. When the nicotine and tar hit his lungs for the first time, Trey was in heaven! He was a natural and he hardly even coughed, probably because of the many years worth of second hand smoke that his lungs had already inhaled. He knew by the end of his first cigarette that he was going to be an addicted smoker for life, and this excited him. After his cigarette, his dad bought him his first pack of Marlboro reds and encouraged him to smoke one as often as he wanted. Trey couldn’t be happier and his dad was so proud to have a new smoking partner. He can’t wait for the lifetime of pleasure that Marlboro has in store for him.

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marlboromanbill

Damn! Cowboy and his cowboy-killers!

lovingbarbariancomputer

The cycle continues. “Maybe I should, maybe I shouldn’t.” Your jerk yourself off and after you cum you think “fuck I’m getting so fat. What am I doing? I need to stop”

And so you stop. But your dick won’t stop begging for it. And so you give in again. A little fatter than last time. Deep down, you know you’re gonna be a fatboy. Your dicks not gonna let you get out of this without a fat belly. And it feels so fuckin right doesn’t it bro?

You’re a fuckin man. And you’re gonna eat like a fuckin man. Cause nothin makes a man’s dick hard like a full belly. And the cycle will continue. You’re gonna eat till you can’t fuckin think. You’re gonna cum your little brains out. Then you’ll stop. Then come back a little fatter, dumber, and manlier than before. Cause that’s what a man does bro. No point in resisting it, it’s only natural. Just look at all your bros. Can’t stop themselves either. And why would they? Why deny something that feels better than sex?

Look at yourself bud. You’re a fuckin man now. That means you gotta eat big bro. After all, you’re an American. You’re bred for it

roughridingrednecks

Heath

wranglerbuttboys

Whatever people want to say about him he can be mine all he wants

learntosmoke

What’s happening in our bodies?

When we begin to smoke, we use our lungs to absorb the smoke from our cigarettes. The smoke is rich in nicotine and tar which is absorbed through our lungs and carried to our brains first. Here the nicotine unlocks a Receptor, which is like a little lock, when it’s opened it creates a flow of natures pleasure chemical dopamine.

We are all born with nicotine receptors but each time we smoke we grow more and more receptors. At the start, we don’t have enough receptors to use all the nicotine available and this sometimes makes us feel a little bit dizzy. But as we smoke more, and grow more receptors, we can unlock more pleasure for our bodies. This is the cycle of addiction that helps us to feel and enjoy more pleasure everyday.

For many of us, the pleasure doesn’t stop here. It sets off a cascade of pleasure signals throughout the body which affects other organs too. Our bodies then use the nicotine and tar to produce Smoker cum when we smoke and stroke. Stroking also causes the release of a wave of dopamine which doubles our pleasure and produces a very powerful orgasm. We become locked in a cycle of increasing pleasure and addiction, which leads to further pleasure. It’s a beautiful process to experience and to observe in others ☺️

Want to feel more pleasure? The answer is simple - start smoking, grow your addiction, smoke and stroke as often as you can and learn to love smoking 🥰