The following story contains depictions of graphic, unprotected sex between adult men. It also features men who smoke cigars and/or have a cigar smoking fetish. By writing this I do not wish to in any way promote unprotected sex or smoking -- it is simply a fantasy. All "characters" are fictional, and are not intended to resemble anyone living or dead. Comments may be directed to jackmarcos23@hotmail.com
I sat in the booth, looking over the crowded bar. Men, both young and old, were talking and laughing, kissing and groping and were in various stages of undress. Over by a wall I could see a tall man and his younger boyfriend. He was about a foot higher and probably one and a half times as wide. In his mouth was a thick, dark cigar which he was lighting. He was wearing a tight white T-shirt and equally tight pants. They looked like leather and contained what appeared to be a massive and erect penis. It was pressing tightly against the fabric. His boyfriend stroked it gently.
The man took a long drag on his cigar, now lit. Tilting his head back, he blew a plume of smoke above their heads. Sweat glistened on his forehead. His boyfriend moved closer to him, running a hand through his short black hair as they kissed. My cock began to stiffen inside my jeans; I rested a hand over it, rubbing firmly. The man broke free of their liplock and took another drag on his cigar, then went back to kissing his younger friend. Though he faced his back to me, I could tell the lad was probably bursting out of his pants -- he was writhing in his lover's muscled arms, feeling the hard, sweaty body with his hands. The man gently placed a hand on his boyfriend's head, guiding him downward. The lad began to crouch with no hestation and unzipped the man's pants.
Other such men occupied the bar in many positions and entanglements. It was past 3AM and the doors had been locked for an hour or so. Half the lights had been turned off and all the windows closed. Most of the men here were cigar smokers or those who enjoyed the company of such men. A thick cloud of smoke hung in the air. Mixed with the combined body heat and mounting sexual energy of those inside, it nurtured an intoxicating atmosphere -- even before alcohol might enter the equation.
The cigar smoking man was now leaning against the wall, his young lover shirtless and bobbing his head up and down on the sizeable cock. He brought the cigar to his mouth once more and dragged, clearly enjoying both the taste of the stogie and the sensation of a moist and hungry mouth working on his cock. Cigar clenched between his lips, he placed both hands on the back of his lover's head, forcing himself all the way in. You could tell the moment his cock made it into the young man's throat by the change in his facial expression. His friend struggled slightly but the man held him firmly in place, puffing on the cigar between his lips. Upon seeing this I realized my cock was throbbing against the now far too small restraints of my jeans. I leaned back on the leather seater and unzipped, releasing it. Though it was mostly a bar for pairs of men, anyone was welcome here -- even just to watch. I was hoping to get more than a look.
The young man now pulled back off his, I hazard a guess, master's cock and I could hear him gasping for air. The man looked down at his young lover, giving a smile that showed both affection and sinister intention. He puffed on his cigar again and then forced the lad's mouth back onto his cock and repeated the process of sliding the entire length inside of him. The man on his knees was a bit more relaxed now and began fucking his face against the huge cock - in short bursts, taking a few seconds every now and then to breathe.
I was grasping my own cock at this stage, rubbing it somewhat roughly. I took a stogie from my shirt pocket and began to light it. It was the first I had had in few days and the taste was sublime. When it was lit, I dragged as much smoke into my mouth as I could and then slowly exhaled - all the while rubbing my, at this stage, very hard cock. I gazed back over at the horny couple.
The cigar smoking man was holding his lover's head quite firmly now, the muscles in his arms tensing as he thrust his hips. The young man's mouth was truly taking a pounding. Though much was happening in the busy, smoke-filled room, I could distinguish the sound of the cock slapping the back of his throat, with the occassional gag as it thrust deep beyond his mouth. When this would happen, the man held his lover's head in place, his expression relishing the tightness around his cock. The end of his cigar illuminated his face briefly as smoke blew from either side of his mouth. His movements were becoming somewhat erratic (he and I both), his cock was likely preparing to empty a salty load over the eager young man's tongue. I dragged deeply on my own stogie and exhaled another cloud of smoke.
It was then I noticed the man sitting across from me in the booth. I hadn't seen him getting in because my attention was so consumed with the passionate couple by the wall. He was slim, probably the same age as me. He had a beard and moustache of short, almost wispy hair that gave him an air of mischief. My cock at this stage was at least half way to orgasm so I was well beyond courtesy and formal introduction. I exchanged a glance with him, we were obviously seeking the same pleasure. I stopped jerking my cock for a moment and offered it to him, making a gesture of invitation with my free hand. He rose almost instantly; I could see his boner stretching his pants out as he stood.
Across the bar, the cigar smoking man was hunched over his lover's head, holding it in both his hands. The expression on his face indicated he was filling the young man's mouth with semen at that precise moment. I didn't need to see the lad's face to know that he was probably in as much pleasure as his partner.
My booth-mate was now kneeling between my legs and had begun lapping at my engorged cock. Too aroused to be satisfied by such timid actions, I took a note from the cigar smoking man's book, placed the stogie in my mouth and my hands behind the cute guy's head, forcing myself deep inside him. He resisted briefly but then relaxed and began sliding his wet lips up and down the length of my shaft. I felt the back of his throat brush against my cock head with every thrust.
Puffing on my cigar as my cock was being eagerly devoured, I looked back over at the couple. The younger man was standing up now, his back to the cigar smoking man. His pants had been opened. The man's hands were around the lad's torso, one was jerking his cock, the other resting on the his stomach, holding the stogie. He was kissing and sucking at his lover's neck, the young man's face a picture of extacy. It lasted less than a minute, his balls obviously ready to explode after the working that his mouth had just been given. He began to convulse in passion but the man held him tightly in place, semen erupting from the lad's cock. The cigar smoking man then took a drag on his stogie, the young man craning his neck around to face his partner, still wrapped in those strong muscled arms. They shared a kiss once more.
I then felt a wonderful, wet constriction around my cock and looked back to my kneeling companion. His face was pressed firmly into my pubic hair, my cock as far down his throat as it could possibly go. I ran a hand through his hair, stroking him reaffirmingly and applying pressure to the back of his head. A few more like that and I was going to cum in his mouth. Rather than rush the moment, I decided to let him work my seed out on his own.
I relaxed into the leather seater, my legs stretched out, hands behind my head, cigar between my lips and the cute guy's mouth working hungrily on my cock. Time elapsed, I don't recall how much. Couples had begun to leave but my new friend's stamina didn't seem to be waning -- something I was certainly not displeased with. He began to alternate between slathering the sides of my cock with his wet lips and taking me deeply into his throat, his face pressing firmly into my pubic hair like before. He would occasionally glance up at me for reassurance that I was enjoying his work. I lay back, puffing on my cigar, looking down at him contentedly.
I was nearly there now. Though I didn't get to see the cigar smoking man fill his lover's hungry mouth up close, I fully intended to watch this gorgeous man wolf down my seed. I pushed him back firmly and stood up from my seat. Grasping the back of his head with one hand, I began jerking my cock with the other, holding it partly inside his open mouth. His arm wrapped around my waist, a hand resting on my butt; with the other hand he jerked his own cock. His eyes were closed, his expression wanting.
Without much coaxing I felt my pelvic muscles beginning to contract and the first load of cum passing into my swollen cock. Dragging deeply on my cigar, I held onto the sensation for as long as I could then simultaneously exhaled a breath of smoke and began ejaculating into the guy's mouth. He responded immediately and began sucking and lapping at my cock. I held his head firmly, ensuring not a drop would be missed. I spasmed in pleasure with each wave of orgasm and weakened at the feel of his tongue circling my now extremely sensitive cock.
I paused a moment, spent and savoring the sensation before he began to suck my cock once more. He clearly liked the taste. When he was done, he looked up at me, smirking satedly. A small puddle of semen lay between my feet where he brought himself to orgasm in time with my own. I looked back to his face and saw some of my seed just above his chin. I collected it with my thumb, which he then sucked clean.
I pulled my jeans back up and dragged on my stogie one last time, leaving the remains in an ashtray by the seater. I shared another glance with him, this one leading to an altogether more innocent interaction -- a kiss. We wrapped our arms around each other for the duration, him tasting the cigar on my breath and me tasting the faint flavor of my semen on his lips and tongue. We shared a final look before going our separate ways, both of us clearly having received something deeply satisfying from the encounter.
Before leaving the bar, I looked over at the couple by the wall a final time. The cigar smoking man was nearing the end of his stogie, his arm around his young lover who had decided to remain shirtless. They both looked content, sharing conversation with another couple who had also finished having sex. Turning around, I caught the door, which was slowly closing after my generous companion's exit, and left. The streets were cold and layered in frost and snow, a drastic change from the inviting heat of the bar. I wouldn't miss it for too long; I was returning in a few days - for another cigar and, if luck was with me, another beautiful man.