September 24, 2005
Cigar sex, Part 1
Same old story: a guy I’ve been chatting with for a while. Turns out I had this guy, CigarBottom who was sexy, confused with another cigar guy who was not so appealing. Then one night I took another look at his picture and made a date for last Sunday night. He lives in West Chester which is a good hour from here and not somewhere I can get to very easily, so he came here.
Our online chats were full of “SIR” this and “boy” that which I can easily type but I’m not really comfortable with saying that kind of shit out loud. Maybe someday I will be but it ain’t today. I told him in advance that I wasn’t a very vocal SIR and he was cool with it—or said he was anyway. He said he’d arrive with a butt plug inserted and a bag full of stuff including cigars, tit clamps and wrist and ankle cuffs. And so he did. Early.
I wasn’t quite sure how to proceed. I sat on the sofa and ordered him to light a cigar for me. I smoked a little bit and let him take a couple of puffs. Then I told him to get to work sucking my dick while I sucked on my stogie. “Yes, SIR!” He got on his knees in front of me and worked on my cock. He worked on the head for a while and licked my balls and shaft before he started swallowing it whole. He was spectacularly good at it and looked like he was really enjoying himself. So was I. He put his mouth on mine to accept some cigar smoke whenever I told him.
I wanted to see his ass and I told him to stand up, turn around and take off his pants. Of course, the boy did as he was told. He bent over, bracing himself on a chair, giving me a nice view of his beautiful hairy ass. I twisted the butt plug around and he groaned, saying “Thank you, SIR.” I slowly pulled it out and pushed it in again, sometimes just a little, sometimes all the way. I took it out and set it aside. I leaned forward and blew cigar smoke into his hole. I spit on my fingers and rubbed his hole, getting it nice and wet. I rubbed the cigar on it and stuck it in so it stayed there smoking for a while before I removed it.
As ordered he turned around and got on his knees again. He tongued my nipples of a while and we kissed. My pits got a good cleaning and we kissed some more so I could taste it. He licked my neck and we rubbed our goatees together. Then CigarBottom got back on my dick and made it very wet. He climbed up on the sofa and lowered himself on my cock. Ahhh. I reached over, grabbed a air of his nipple clamps and put them on him. I held the chain and every time he raised himself off my dick, they’d pinch. He wanted only to smoke used my cigars and this stogie was just about done, so I stuck the chewed and wet butt in his mouth. “Thank you, SIR!” I buried my face in his pits while he rode me. He begged me for my load but I wasn’t ready yet. I told him to get up.
I knew he liked “edging” and I was ready to do some work. The nipple clamps were removed. I stuck a hunk of SKOAL in my mouth. With his wrist cuffs I secured his hands behind his back and told him to sit down. His dick was getting hard. I dripped some dip spit on his cock and started stroking. He talked as if I was torturing him with SKOAL backwash and said he would not shoot until I told him to. I squeezed the head of his cock really hard while I stroked it. No spit cup was needed because I used all the dip spit on his cock. I kissed him and pushed the used SKOAL in his mouth. As I continued to work the head of his dick he requested a spit cup. I got him one. Whenever he used it, I took it from him and poured it on his cock for lube. “Fuck! Not the spit again!”
To be continued…
Posted by HighStrungLoner in Sex at 5:30 AM
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