The work week was done at my new duty station in Norfolk, Virginia Naval base and I thought I would stop by the Exchange to pick up something to drink. I was an Ensign, new to the Navy, out of ROTC and working at the clinic on the base, but luckily living off. I didn't know many people and was not interested in joining the guys from the clinic heading out to Hooters, but certainly wanted to relax with a few beers. I scanned the aisles of beers and bottle of harder alcohol but thought best to keep it simple with a two six packs for Heiniken and headed to the check out. To my left I noticed a large humidor with what looked like a good selection of cigars and thought that might be a good addition to my weekend relaxation. I had enjoyed the occasional cigar at graduations, wedding or college parties, but had never been living on my own and had enough money to consider buying a few good cigars before this Navy job. I put the beers down on the floor and eyed the many boxes of cigars, appreciating the aroma of the tobacco near the humidor.Varying ring size, different brands, different wraps with some darker and more fragrant than others. The choices and options were a bit much for a novice cigar smoker and I probably looked that befuddled, that I missed another guy who had approached the humidor to my right and bumped right into him.
"My bad" I apologized looking at a pilot in his green flight suit.
"Hope you don't fly like that" he joked.
"Not with the wing".
"Would have never guessed my man" responded the lieutenant as I observed his uniform insignia and looked into his eyes. He was sort of smirking at me, but I continued to look at him, My first thought was that he looked like a darker version of myself. We both had nearly shaved heads with residual short hair, we both had brown eyes and both had dark moustaches within Navy regulations and an end of day shadow of a beard. We both were 5'10 and our eyes at the same level locked in on each other. The main difference was that he was a beautiful milk chocolate skinned African American and I was a slightly tanned Italian American. Since I could already see him name on his flight suit patch, I introduced myself and shook hands, noting that his hands were a bit bigger and more muscular than mine.
"So are you buying some cigars, Jakes" he asked, shortening my name and flashing a smile at me.
"Trying to decide which one I want to smoke tonight, LT"
"Do you have a favorite? Any type you like? If not, I can make a suggestion"
"So a pilot and a cigar expert, LT?"
"You have that right, Ensign"
"Well, why don't you try this one." LT Joyner pick up a good sized cigar, rolled in in his long fingers and took a audible sniff of the cigar running under his nose and along his moustache. "It is a Hoya De Monterrey Excalibur. I Think you would look good puffing on the one".
"Thanks, LT". I was a bit short of words as I thought about his last sentence and stood there for a second. Our eyes were locked in again and I could feel my gaydar binging and my crotch swinging. New to the Navy and not sure where this was headed, I just looked at this handsome LT and noted he quickly adjusted his package. and he nodded to my beers.
"Where are you having the party"?
"Headed home."
"Me, too, Where do you live?"
"Downtown near Ghent" I responded mentioning a more liberal neighborhood in the area.
"Cool. I have a place in Virginia Beach near the water. Better view to enjoy these cigars. Interested?"
"Sure". I answered drily as my nervous self wondered was this really headed where I hoped, or was I misreading the whole encounter.
"Follow me home, Jakes" and off we went to check out, to the parking lot and next thing I know I am following his black F150 towards the beach.
He pulled into a simple house with a decent view of Virginia Beach. "This is what LT pay will get you. Hang in there Ensign" he bragged as he noticed I was liking what I saw.
"Let's head out back and enjoy a drink" He put both heads on the back of my shoulders and lead me to a patio and gave a squeeze to my traps. "Been working out, Jakes?"
"Usually at the gym most days and played baseball in college"
"Cool, I was on the rugby team at the Academy"
LT Joyner brought out two beers, the cigars, a cutter, a lighter and then brought out a bottle of tequilla. " Thought we would do a shot first"
We tossed back the tequilla ad then tapped each others the beer bottles and toasted the Navy. Then LT took one of the cigars, clipped it with the cutter, rolled in his mouth and wrapped his lips around it before lighting it with a torch and puffed away on the cigar, blowing smoke in my direction. I was about to reach for the other cigar, but he stopped my and handed me his cigar and said "I lit this one for you, Ensign, Wanted to show you how an officer lights a cigar" and handed me the cigar.
I noticed there was a fair bit of his saliva and spit along the cut end of the cigar. As I put my lips around cigar coated with his saliva, LT Joyner nodded his head and smiled. He reached for a cigar, cut it and put it in his mouth and handed me the torch. He leaned in closer to me and the torch, puffed away, rotating his cigar and billowing smoke towards me. Just as he was finished on the torch, he took a deep inhale and blew the full cloud of smoke at my face. I was loving every minute of this and was trying to hide my growing bulge. LT suggested another shot of tequilla and I was in no position to object.
We talked about college and the Academy, about our Navy plans, our sports teams,college sexcapeds, his truck, flying helicopters, working out and our hometowns enjoying the early evening. He asked if he knew why he had picked the Hoya de Monterrey, but I didn't know. He claimed it was the brand of cigar that Bill Clinton had used on Monica Lewinsky. and laughed. Damn, he looked so fucking hot , still in his flight suit and relaxing with his cigar and beer. We did another shot and then he looked right in my eyes and asked "So what do you like?'
I looked down, averting his gaze and didn't know what to say. He reached over, cupped my chin with his large hand and held on, lifting my head and again asked. "So what do you like" followed by a stream of cigar smoke at my face.
"Whatever you want, LT"
"Good answer, Ensign" he stated as his index finger traced my moustache and then pushed it way into my mouth, followed by his middle finger and then his ring finger. Three fingers going in and out of my mouth as I licked and sucked them, hearing the humming approval of LT Joyner.
He moved closer and we locked lips. I could feel is thick moustache bristling against mine and my lips. I could taste his cigar tainted spit and he was not shy about filling my mouth with his wet tongue. He rubbed my closed cropped head and pulled my in closter, feeling his muscular body smashed against mine. I felt the pressure on my scalp as he pushed me down towards his crotch.He rubbed his groin into my face and I could feel his firm dick pushing out against his flight suit. He tugged on his zipper and then pushes his shorts to the side and pulled out a thick, firms, uncut black cock dripping with precum.
He pulled me to him, getting to his chair and me kneeling in front of his and his dick slapping against my face, I opened wide and felt his push back to my tonsils. I licked his foreskin, sniffed his manly crotch and moved up and down on this serious man sized cock. I glanced up at him and he was enjoying the rest of his cigar and he pulsed the full length of his cock in and out of my mouth, banging the back of my throat, forcing me to gag and make even more saliva. When I looked up at him again a wad of cigar spit hit my nose. This was followed by LT increasing the pace of his thrusting. Holding my head firm, he pumped fast and deep. He was grunting and bucking his hips. His grip tightened on my scalp and with a loud grunt, I knew he was about to cum.
"Swallow that load boy, drink my cum boy" he exclaimed as my mouth filled with ropes of thick, salty sperm. I worked to swallow every bit of this treat. and LT Joyner just leaned back, taking deep breaths as if after a workout. "Good Ensign Good cocksucking Ensign" he muttered as I just stayed kneeling in front of him.