My Turn
By Me4Smoke
I found myself lost in traffic once again. I think we’ve all had those days where you’re running late or find out that the time of your meeting has been moved up. This day was one of those days.
I knew that I had to be at the office by 08:00. I had forgotten that I needed fuel in order to make the trip into town. Having a huge diesel pick up makes life easier until the fuel gauge plummets toward empty. I pulled into the fuel lane behind another duly and resided myself to the fact that this was going to take a while.
I watched the driver in front of me open his door and put one booted foot on the concrete. I saw movements indicating that he was smoking, something. I watched a large cloud of smoke whip out of the opened door and then he emerged from the truck. I admit I was lost to the rest of the world at this point. Anything could have been going on around me and I’d never have noticed. I was transfixed.
As the booted driver stood up I could see that he was still exhaling smoke. I really wanted to know what he was smoking.
Late! I remembered that I was now running late and watching him wasn’t going to get me down the road any faster. I saw that the opposing fuel lane was now empty and made my move to slip into that lane to speed up the process.
I jumped out of my truck and began to fuel up. I stood behind the fuel pump at an angle where I could see this man better. He was nice looking. He was wearing a brown cowboy hat, jeans, dark blue waste coat like someone at a service station would wear, and brown cowboy boots. He was a little shorter than me, I’d say around six foot and about two hundred and twenty pounds. He had a dark goatee and moustache. I don’t think he’d shaved in a few days either.
He finished fueling and walked by me toward the pay window. As he walked by I looked at him and nodded. He returned the nod and grunted, "Hey." I turned to watch him walking away. It was a nice sight from the back also.
I took this opportunity to step around the pump and look in his truck to see what he had been smoking. I could see a big cigar in the ashtray. I could also see that he had many cigar butts in there as well. I guess he smokes cigars all the time.
The fuel nozzle clicked off and I returned to remove it. The man came back and got in his truck. I continued to secure my tank cap and got back in my truck. From here I could see him re-lighting his cigar. It excited me to no end to watch him puffing the big cigar back to life and then to see him inhale and exhale through his nose without removing the cigar. He pulled the shifter into gear and drove off.
Damn, I’m late as shit! I dropped my truck in gear and headed out. I wanted to follow this guy as far as I could so I could just watch him but as the traffic dictated, I would be left far behind. I didn’t see him again.
By the time I reached the office I was almost ten minutes late for my meeting. My boss was not happy and had been stalling to allow me time to arrive.
The meeting went well and I think my proposal convinced our client to back our venture. Our company was going to be renovating an apartment complex downtown.
I was going to oversee the contract builders and construction teams. This was new for me as I have never been responsible for such a large construction operation.
A week had passed and I found myself returning to the same fuel island as before. I was fueling my truck when the cowboy pulled up behind me. "Oh, shit!" I thought. He sat in his truck behind me waiting for me to finish fueling. I glanced at him a few times to see that he was smoking another cigar. This guy was hot! He had a masculine air to him that had me hard just looking at him. I pulled my truck out of the way and went into the store to get a cup of coffee. He started the pump and came inside for coffee also.
I was nervous as hell with him standing next to me. I could smell the cigar smoke in his clothes and this added to my frustration. I thought I’d try to say something to him and see how he responded.
"Kinda hurts the wallet filling these trucks up each week, don’t it?" I said without actually looking at him. "Yeah, I guess it would if I was paying for it. Company Truck." He said.
"I see, what company?" I asked.
"Underwood Construction" he replied.
"Oh,…. I’ve got a meeting with someone from that company this week." I told him. I’m thinking that there is no way he’s involved with this meeting.
"Really, I have a meeting also. What company do you work for?" he asked as we moved to the register. "Blane, York and Sons." I stated.
He smiled, "Well, I guess I know who I’m going to be dealing with then."
This was too freeky for me. I was lusting after a man that I will probably be doing business with. My mind was racing. I paid for my coffee and told him that I’d see him later. He just waved as he handed the cashier his payment.
I couldn’t think straight as I walked back to my truck. Wow! I will be in a private meeting with this guy and I’ll have to keep my mind right. This won’t be easy!
Thursday morning arrived and I stopped for coffee again. Once again the cowboy did the same. He waved at me while I was making my coffee and I nodded back. "You ready for the meeting this afternoon?" I asked him. "Hell, I’m never ready for a meeting but I know I can make the job happen so I’m not worried." He said with a confident wink.
He had to wink? Sheesh, I’m going to have a rough time today.
"It’s going to be an informal meeting so things should be relaxed." I told him.
He smiled and winked again. He has some hot wrinkles under his dark eyes when he smiles. Man, he’s hot!
The day went by so slowly. I was on the phone putting out fires and chasing my tail so to speak all morning. I didn’t even have time for lunch. One o-clock arrived and I hadn’t even checked up. "Al, your one o-clock appointment is here." The voice said over the telecom.
"Damn it", I thought. "OK, send him in!"
The door opened and there was the cowboy filling the doorway. "Come on in, I’m sorry, I’ve been busier than hell today, pardon my French." I said as I cleared my desk of all the files. While pushing the folders into a drawer he sat at the desk and said, "one of those days, huh?" "Hell yeah. One thing after another. I haven’t even had time to get lunch yet."
"I haven’t either, would you like to get something to eat and have the meeting out somewhere? I could use something myself."
"Sure, that would be great! Let me clear the schedule real quick and I’ll be out in a second."
He said "OK" and walked out. I grabbed all the paperwork and shoved them into my briefcase and headed past the receptionist, I told her that I would be out of the office if there were any calls for me.
I didn’t see the cowboy around so I hurried down the steps and out the door. He was standing outside and, to my excitement, he was lighting a cigar.
I walked up and said, "I’m ready, do you want to ride with me or…?" He broke in saying, "You can ride with me, I just lit up and…well then again, if you don’t mind my cigar?"
"No, that’s fine, I’ve been known to enjoy one myself from time to time." I said, excited at the chance to ride with him in his truck and smell his cigar.
"Let’s go then." He said as smoke escaped his lungs.
I knew that I had to be careful, I could "tent" my drawers at any moment.
"Oh, hell, I’m sorry man, I’m AL. I totally forgot that I’d never given you my name." He laughed, "Well, I knew that, my boss told me about you."
"I’m Dennis." We shook hands as we reached his truck. The doors unlocked and we piled in. His truck was not the cleanest truck but I liked it. There were levels, tools, and prints filling up the back seat. The ashtray was still full of cigar butts and the truck reeked of stale cigar smoke. He asked me to overlook the mess and stated that "it’s a work truck." And laughed.
We headed to a café’ down the street and sat outside. He had the plans and the cost sheet that we had faxed to his company. We ate and discussed the planned renovation. He moved his chair to my side of the table so we could see the plans together. At one point his leg touched mine and I had that electric jolt that I’ve experienced so many times when another man touches me. I moved my leg for comfort. With in a few moments his leg, once again, brushed mine. This time I stayed put. His leg didn’t move away either.
While discussing the inevitable partnership between our companies for this project, Dennis pulled out a cigar and began to prepare and light it. He could see that I was getting a little uncomfortable by my actions and asked, "Is this going to bother you, my cigar, I mean?" I looked at him, "No, not at all, go ahead!" I replied. I just knew that I was getting excited and I would end up with a "woody" that may get noticed from his vantage point.
He began to light his cigar and I couldn’t help but watch from the corner of my eye.
"Would you like one?" Dennis asked.
"Uh, no, I’m OK for now." I said, wishing that I could take one.
By this time I was getting fully erect. I shifted in the seat to try to hide it. I saw Dennis looking down at my "package" and he started to smile. "Oh, Fuck!" I’m caught! I started to shake a bit.
Dennis noticed and asked if I was cold. I told him no, I just waited too long to eat, that was all.
He puffed his cigar and took a huge inhale. He looked at me to make sure I was watching him and exhaled with a very sly grin. He saw my face, there was no way to hide what was happening inside me.
"Did you clear your schedule?" Dennis asked.
"Uh, yeah, I told them I would be out of the office the rest of the day. "Good!" Dennis said. "Let’s get out of here. I’ll show you one of the construction projects that we’re currently working on, It’ll give you some idea of our quality."
"OK, that’s a good idea, Dennis."
We arrived at a construction site that had no activity. It looked as if everyone had gone to lunch or taken the day off. We walked into the structure as Dennis pointed out the craftsmanship and scope of the job. I listened to him but my mind was reeling and I couldn’t have repeated one thing he said. He was still smoking his cigar and I kept watching him. The way he held it, the way he placed it in his jaw, the enjoyment he was getting from it with each draw. It took over my thoughts.
"I’ll be back, gotta shake the dew." He grinned as he walked around to the back of the building. I moved around inside and found a place that allowed me to watch him more. I could see him pissing on the brick wall. His cigar planted in his jaw and the smoke rising. He would move the cigar around from side to side in his mouth and inhale now and then. Man, was that a turn on. I was hard again.
"Hey, come on down this way!" Dennis yelled as he disappeared under the first level. I walked down the dark stairway to the next landing to see him standing in the corner. He still had his cigar in his jaw and it was glowing brightly, illuminating his furry face but I couldn’t see much else. It was rather dark down there. "Come on over here!" Dennis said in a manly tone. I walked over close to him and had a better lit view.
He drew on his cigar, inhaled and asked, "You like it better down here?" I looked around and said, "I…I don’t know, what you mea…" He stopped me by pulling his cock out of his jeans. I looked at it and back up to his face. He had a wicked grin and his eyes were wildly glazed. "It’s…uh…fine." I said with a gulp.
Dennis grinned and pulled at his man meat, "You like this?" he asked as he put the cigar back in his mouth and grabbed his cock with both hands. His cock was over half hard and very large. I think it was uncut but in the dim light it was hard to tell.
He kept stroking his hardening meat while transfixed on my face, smoke pouring from his face as he puffed.
"Come on AL, let’s see what you got?"
I froze. I wanted this guy so fucking bad and yet I was so afraid of all the what if’s. What if someone came in or what if he was just teasing me to get a laugh. I didn’t know what to think. Then he walked over, closer, and rubbed my cock through my pants. I was now only inches from his face. I could hear him breathing. He was puffing his cigar and inhaling. I could hear it, smell it… and could feel his exhaled smoke being sucked up into my chest. I could even taste it. My cock was so fucking hard. I was loosing control. My normal train of thought and reasoning was diminishing with each breath.
"Come on, buddy, you and I both know you want it..hell, I want it too man."… "Would this help?" He took his cigar and held it at my lips, watching me, almost daring me to take it. His other hand was unfastening my pants. "I know my cigar turns you on. I could see it the first time I saw you at the diesel pump. You were watching me hard."
I was breathing hard now. He knew he was winning. The smoldering cigar was sending fumes up my nose and a trance like state was coming over me. I opened my mouth and he slipped his wet, chewed cigar in my mouth. He then reached down with both hands to finish uncovering my cock. He leaned in and kissed me on the side of my face while his rough hands messaged my cock.
"That’s it buddy, smoke my cigar. I’ll do the rest." He took my cock into his furry lips and licked the head and brushed his long whiskers along the shaft.
My mind was tossing every emotion in every direction. I’ve dreamed of something like this but never thought it would really happen. All the nights that I lay in my bed, smoking a cigar and imagining a hot man doing all the disgusting things I wanted as I would shoot my load into my hand. This was the dream coming true. This was the day, the real thing.
He sucked my cock deep into his throat and groaned. One hand still stroking his big tool and the other stroking mine from the base to his lips. He stopped and stood up. "Can I have another hit there buddy?" He said as he removed his cigar from my lips. He took a few puffs to get some real thick smoke. His lips followed the cigar as he began to pull it out and in the open hole the cigar left in his mouth I could see the smoke as he sucked it down. He stayed there for a second and began to lean in to me. I didn’t move.
I was still in awe at what was unfolding between us. His lips met mine and his moustache tickled mine. He grabbed the back of my head and forced my lips hard to his. My mouth opened and he pushed his breath into me. I melted into him. I had always wanted this and never imagined someone like this guy would do this to or with me. After he had emptied his lungs into me his tongue licked my lips and he moved back to see the smoke slowly fall from my nose. He then pushed his cigar back into my mouth.
"Fuck!" He said as he bent down and took my cock fully into his throat. I started to moan and he knew that I was going to shoot my load. He increased his movements and began to play with my balls. I couldn’t take it anymore. I sucked on his wet cigar and inhaled as my cock erupted into his throat. He pulled back off of my cock to let the rest of my ropey cum land on his tongue and moustache. He kept licking and cleaning my cock until it stopped convulsing and dripping. Then he stood in front of me. " You got one hot cock there buddy!" Dennis said. I just looked at him, his cigar still hanging from my face. "You OK, Al? I hope I didn’t fuck you up or something?" He reached up and took his cigar from my jaw and put it back in his jaw.
"I..I’m OK, it’s just that… "What?"..He asked. "I never knew that doing this with a guy could be so… over the top!"
"So, you’re all right then? We still cool and all?" Dennis asked with a real concern on his face.
"Hell yeah, I’m just overwhelmed is all." I said with a smile starting on my face. "This was awesome!" Dennis took one last draw on his cigar and tossed it.
"I hope you won’t hold this against me and the company..you won’t tell will ya?"
"Shit no!" I said… "Long as you promise to do it again." I said with a smirk. Dennis laughed… "Fuck yeah, we’ll do it again. As much as you want, buddy!"
"OK, well, next time, It’s my turn!"
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