Men and Cigarettes

Yerger

As he got older and grew into his masculine figure, he knew his body was built for something more. Smoking. With a chest line that it was bound to work hard to inhale and exhale cigarette smoke, store tar, and facilitate an addiction he never knew would rule his existence.

After a day on the ocean under the hot sun, Alex needed to take a cigarette break on the beach. His lungs were working so hard all day managing the steer of the boat, now they were about to work hard in another way -- pumping cigarette smoke and tar through them. Alex had a beautiful chest and he knew how to use it. For his addiction to cigarette smoking.

Halfway through his run Raul thought fuck this, my lungs don't need this, they need a cigarette. So he reached into his pocket, lit up, inhaled, and thought, "this is better."

There is nothing sexier than a man, slightly sagging his grey sweats, lighting up a cigarette first thing in the morning to prime his lungs for a day of heavy smoking. Filling that beautiful body with tar.

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This man's lungs must be so fucking fried. He is the ultimate smoker.

Brian enjoyed just sitting at home on the couch polluting his lungs w/ a cigarette addiction that has consumed his life since the age of 17.

All his friends has begun to sag their pants. It intrigued him. Why were they doing this. He liked it though, but didn't feel brave enough to do it in public yet. As he donned the look in the privacy of him own room he felt something. He felt like a man. He couldn't wait to join his friends sagging low.

Looking at his reflection Evan saw his father. His father was a heavy cigarette smoker until he died from lung cancer. Though his father was dying of cancer from his smoking habit, his dad wanted nothing more than for his son to smoke. To enjoy the life of smoking cigarettes. How it makes you a man. Yes, it took his dad's life in a slow, horrible way. But there were sacrifices a man had to make. And as he stared at his reflection seeing his dad in it, he inhaled that smoke saying to himself, this one is for you dad.

As he exhaled cigarette smoke from his young smokers lungs, he looked down at the cigarette and thought, yes, this is such a fucking hot habit. I am so glad I started. I am a man now.

I love this smoker. You can tell he has FILTHY lungs from decades of heavy smoking. Maybe he started in his teens and vowed never to quit.

Beautiful masculine man who is a FILTHY smoker-- polluting his lungs and body. I'd love to feel his chest as is struggles to rise and fall from so much cigarette junk inside of it.

I would let a man like this rip me apart. I love a beautiful man who a FILTHY smoker.

Jonas was in his element. Mixing music in the studio, smoking cigarettes, and sagging low. He had sagged ever since he was in middle school, and it always turned him on so much. He never went anywhere without his pants less than half an ass down. He was grateful to be in a space where he could be himself, pants low, boxer briefs showing, being the man he loved to be -- his way.

Mike heard his newborn baby crying in the other room. Mid-cigarette he thought, "fuck, I just sat down and lit up." He quickly took one strong drag on his cigarette, inhaled all that smoke deep into his lungs, and let out a cloud of pleasure before stamping out his cigarette. He loved his newborn baby, best thing to ever happen to him, but, cigarettes were a close second.