You knew it would happen like this. He’d expressed his curious about cigars after a watching you fire a few up. And you’ve always ready and willing to help a guy join the brotherhood, and satisfy that curiosity. Taught him how to cut and light. Coached him on holding his cigar like a man. In just a few weeks he’d developed a healthy appetite for cigars. All while looking damn good doing it.
Did not surprise you when he started to develop an appetite for other things. You watching him smoke and noticing him pull at his crotch. Eye contact made. You knew what time it was. Got up, took a long draw in your cigar. Reached your hand out and massaged his crotch, feeling that stiff cock. And you knelt down, slipped his dick out his sweats and swallowed it. You felt his back arch, and heard him deeply moan. He’d never felt pleasure like this. The taste of his cigar, clenched in his jaw. The smell of smoke and sweat. His cock in your warm mouth.
You worked his cock good, knowing he could almost barely handle it. Looking up you were pleased to his head tossed back, him drawing hard and exhaling mouthfuls of thick stogie smoke. You knew it, you were making a brand new cigar pig tonight. He was never going to be the same. When you finally let him explode in your mouth, you swallowed greedily. Looked up at him, seeing him practically stunned by the expertise. The nub of his cigar in his jaw, drool dripping from his mouth. “Welcome brother,” you whispered to him. “Now you know.”
You drew on your cigar and planted a deep smoky kiss on his lips. Now he knew.
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