Smoke 'N Wheels By Me4Smoke Most of my life, as I remember, has revolved around following hot men. It didn’t matter what I followed. Weather it would be a car, pickup truck, tractor-trailer or a man on foot. The one thing that would always catch my attention was the aroma of smoke or the sight of a cigar, pipe or even a Marlboro red hanging from mustached lips. The smoke I’m talking about is the smoke that flows out of a hot mans lips and nose. The day I’ll never forget started like this…… Interstate riding is the best place to find a trucker. Today I felt like getting out and gawking at the truckers. Sometimes I can find some to watch that aren’t too bad looking. Today seems like the right time to ride too. My bike hasn’t been on the interstate much and I wanted to get the lead out. I got on the expressway and with in a few minutes I had a trailer in my sites. I quickly got up to speed and along side the rig. I could see the figure of the driver in his mirror and was not impressed initially. I moved over to the far left-hand lane to inspect the operator a little better. I noticed a shadow of a beard on his face and not much else. I thought I’d move on ahead and see if there were others to watch. I had another trucker in my sights and could barely see the last trucker behind me now. As I got closer to the next truck I saw a wall of brake lights. I quickly slowed down only to find that all lanes ahead were stopped. "Damn!" So much for trucker hunting. The traffic inched forward until we were all bunched up. The trucker that I had passed was right behind me now. I decided that I wasn’t going to be moving anytime soon so I reached into my leather jacket and pulled out my pack of Reds. I opened the lid and pulled one out with my teeth. I reached into my chaps’ pocket and brought my lighter up to my cig and shielded the wind with my gloved hands. With in a few moments I heard a voice from behind, "Hey, buddy, can I get one of them from you?" I turned to find the trucker walking up to me. I agreed and handed him the pack. "You sure got a nice bike man." He stated. "Thanks man. You got a nice rig too." I replied. "Yeah, I bought it this spring." Been a good one so far too. Gotta stay on the road to pay for the damned thing though. "I noticed how different he looked as he was smoking the red. I tend to find men more attractive when smoking anything. "I always wanted to see the inside of a new sleeper. I know they have changed a bit since I drove years ago. I hear they have all the comforts of home." He smiled and said, "All the comforts except, the real comforts." I didn’t know how to take that comment but I know how I wanted to take it. "It don’t look like they will have the road open anytime soon. If you wanna look around, come on." I shut off the bike and put it on the stand. He walked to the door and threw it open and motioned for me to climb aboard. I took a hard drag on my red and started to put it out and he told me, "You can take it with you, it’s OK, just climb on up." I climbed up and sat in his seat. It was nice for sure. I couldn’t help but notice the tobacco products lying around inside. I saw a cigar butt in the ashtray along with a pack of Reds butts. His window ledge had a mounted holder that looked as if it were made for a pipe. Although I didn’t see any pipes lying around. He also had a spit cup mounted on the inside of the door. It smelled the way a poker house would smell after a poker game. Manly and smoke filled. I noticed traffic beginning to move a ways ahead so I jumped back down and started to head back to the bike. "Bret. Bret’s the name. What’s yours?" "Oh, Gary, good meetin’ ya and thanks for the tour." "Thanks for the Red. I ran out and didn’t know where to get any around here."He said with a shrug. I was mounting the bike and he was climbing back in the cab. "There is a store at the next exit. Just go right and it’s a block down. I’m headed there myself." "See ya there!"He said as I pulled off and followed traffic. I really had no intention of going to that store but he really wasn’t a bad looking man and I wanted to see what would become of this meeting. I pulled in at the store and Bret soon followed. I waited for him to hop down and then walked in with him. The store had a few booths so I asked him if he wanted to sit for a few while the traffic dwindled down on the interstate. He bought a coffee, a carton of Reds and two packs of cigars and joined me at the table. I was glad to see that he bought cigars. I had my coffee and was shaking a bit. He commented about my shaking and I told him that I had gotten a little chill while waiting for the traffic to move. It was more nerves than cold though. After talking for a short while Bret asked me if I’d like to finish my tour of his truck. He said that it was nice to have someone to talk to with out having to say "Break 19"first. I agreed and we left the store. He unlocked the cab and we climbed in. He began to unwrap one of the boxes of cigars as we talked and offered me one. I told him on thanks and shyly looked away as he began to light up. I didn’t want him to notice how much I liked the aroma of his cigar but it had to be obvious. He inhaled and blew the smoke out in rings, which caught my eye. He smiled and repeated it again, this time blowing them my way. I nervously grinned at him. He watched as one of the rings hit my nose and disappeared as I inhaled it. I didn’t want too let him see me do that but I couldn’t let it go by. Bret asked if I had ever smoked a cigar. I told him no. I was too embarrassed to try one. He laughed and told me not to be embarrassed. I said that I didn’t think a cigar would look right on me. He grinned again and took a big draw on his cigar and handed it to me, telling me to go ahead, try it. I told him thanks but I couldn’t. He just put it back between his teeth, still exhaling the last inhale through his nose and said, "Your choice but it sure is good. "I wanted it so bad. Just to take a hit off of his cigar would have given me the biggest bone. That was my biggest fear. I didn’t want him to know that I had a thing for smoke and worse, a man that smoked. We talked for a short while and I secretly watched him smoking, no, not smoking his cigar, but rather making love to it. He would slide it out of his hairy lips slowly as he drew on it and with an open mouth allow some of the smoke to escape and quickly pop the smoke back into his chest. Man, he was making me hot. He said that he liked to smoke. He smoked anything and liked to chew some too. Driving was boring so he liked to relax and smoke. He said, "Oh, you haven’t seen the bunk yet!"He then opened the curtain and said, "Climb on back!" I threw my Red out the window and crawled back to the bunk. I commented on the size of the bed and how comfortable it was. He then climbed back and joined me. There wasn’t enough room for him to get back there with out leaning into me. When he pushed my way his arm brushed my cock rather heavily. My cock betrayed me by responding with a jump. At that point he acted as though he couldn’t get settled and brushed it again. Bret turned his head to look me in the eyes. I melted and fear began to show in my face. Bret got a really wicked grin and said, "Something exciting you in here son?"I didn’t answer. I just sat there with an "Oh, shit" look. He reached out and grabbed my jeans where the bulge was and told me not to look so scared. He didn’t mind a boy getting excited now and then. That’s what happens when you have a buddy you can really talk to. I smiled with only the corners of my mouth rising. He still had a hold of my crotch and puffed his cigar. When he did, he noticed it made my cock jump again. He looked into my eyes and said, "Looks like me and my cigar have you squirming." Then he took a huge inhale and started to lean into my face. He looked my face over for signs that I would stop him and when the signs weren’t there, he planted his bushy lips over mine and I parted my lips. He exhaled his lungs into mine and followed the smoke with his cigar-savored tongue. I began to leak precum and pushed my groin into his hand. He began to message my hard cock and chew on my lips. He grunted and pushed me back onto the bed. I didn’t resist. I wanted this too bad to fuck it up now. He sat back up, put the cigar back into his jaw and started removing his shirt. He actually had a hot body. His chest hair covered his sternum and wrapped around his nipples then in a thick dark line pointed down to his big belt buckle. I unbuttoned my shirt and jeans with out taking my eyes off of him. I could see some sweat forming on his pecs and forehead as he slipped his jeans off. He didn’t have on underwear and a thick seven-inch uncut cock stood out straight. He lay down next to me with his hairy leg over my cock and balls and rubbed up and down with his leg as he took another drag from his cigar. The cigar was getting shorter and the end was pretty well wet and somewhat chewed. He kissed me as he exhaled and then put the cigar at my lips and said, "Go ahead, try it!" I let him put it in my mouth. I could feel the wet end with my tongue. My lips felt the heat of the fire glowing on the end. I puffed it a few times to get more smoke from it and as I let the smoke out each time, Bret sucked the puffs in. I removed the cigar and inhaled. It was harsh compared to my Reds. As I started to exhale Bret quickly covered my lips with his and sucked in. Man, that made me hard and I humped his leg, which was still rubbing my cock. He leaned his head back and exhaled my smoke with a big grin on his face. "Now, that’s HOT!" Bret sighed. I handed him his cigar back and he stopped me. "No, you keep it. Smoke it. I’ll light another." I put it back in my mouth and he got a new one and lit it up. This was unbelievable! I was in the sleeper with a cigar smoking trucker and I was getting to play. This was HOT! We lay there for a while smoking and sucking face. Bret then blew smoke into my crotch hair and heated my cock head with the fire of his cigar. I watched as he puffed and inhaled and eventually took my entire cock in his mouth. He sucked me for what seemed like hours. He then straddled my chest and told me to suck. I took his cock into my mouth and began to suck. Bret grabbed my head and gently face fucked me. He stopped and told me to take a hit. I took his cigar and inhaled a big draw and he replaced the cigar between his lips and pushed his cock back into my mouth. This time he was more forceful. I started to gag but he kept on face fucking me. He had gotten too turned on to let that stop his fun. I hoped he wouldn’t go much longer. I knew that I couldn’t take much more of his deep thrusts. He soon pulled back and sat at my feet. He told me to turn over. I told him that I didn’t take no dick in the ass. He said, "I won’t hurt you, I promise! I just want to lick that hot little ass of yours!"I flipped over and he pulled me to my knees. He rubbed his hands around on my ass cheeks and puffed on his cigar. I leaned to watch his face as he grunted from around the cigar. He took a big drag and pushed his face into my ass crack. It felt so good. His beard scratching my itch so to speak. I could see the smoke rising from between us. He repeated the motion of smoking my ass and then drove his tongue into my ass. It felt awesome. My cock was dripping and I couldn’t pull on it hard enough. He reached under and grabbed my cock and balls and pulled as he licked and prodded my ass with his hot smoky tongue. Each time he drove his tongue into my hole I would loose another drop. He would catch it with his finger and lick it off. Then he would take another inhale from his cigar. "Nothing hotter than precum with a cigar I always say!" Bret said with a grin. I then felt a finger in my ass and leaned forward to get away from it. He put his hairy arm around my waist to hold me in place and pushed his finger farther in. I told him no but he insisted. I said, "I’ll suck you off man, you don’t have to fuck me!" He barked back, "I’ll do it easy man, I want your ass too bad to let you get away!" Bret was right much bigger than I was and I knew that if he wanted too he could do more damage to me than I would get by letting him have his way, so I let him do what he wanted. He inhaled with almost every breath as he began to push his thick trucker dick into me. It hurt like hell and I had moved forward until my head was bent around against the side of the cab. I couldn’t go any farther to get relief. I started to moan and thrash. He just held me that much tighter and grunted louder. It seemed that he liked my resistance. He took his cigar from his lips and held it to mine and told me to take it. I did as he told me to do and it seemed to quiet my verbal outbursts. I smoked his wet, half-chewed cigar as he pushed his cock in up to his balls. He began to pull out and push in and this made me leak more and more. Bret said, "You like this don’t you boy. You like this a lot. I know I like my cock buried in a boy’s ass. You got a hot hole too buddy. You just smoke my cigar there while I rape your boy hole." With that he reached around with one hand and started jerking my cock. I was starting to like the ass pounding and began to push back onto his rod. He grunted and groaned harder and grabbed for his cigar from my jaws. He took a few hard hits and blew the smoke down at my ass and his hidden cock and then put it back in my mouth. I could feel the sweat dripping onto my back and running over my side lubricating his arm as he was pumping my cock. I could feel the hair on his forearm coarse against my skin. I couldn’t hold off any longer and started to yelp, "I’m gonna cum!" from around his cigar which was still in my mouth. He pulled the cigar from my mouth and shoved it between his teeth and inhaled over and over. All of a sudden he pushed in and I felt his dick start pulsing inside me. I lost it. I shot all over his hand and on the bed. He was still locked in me and lay over my back breathing hard still puffing and inhaling the cigar. He pulled my face to his and removed the cigar and lung fucked me one last time as he kissed me. We both fell onto the bed and he pulled my sweaty body to him as his cock began to shrink. We stayed like that for a few minutes to regain ourselves and I got dressed. He threw the spent cigar out the small window of the truck and told me that he was glad he ran into me. As I stepped out of the truck, Bret threw me a cigar and told me not to worry about what it looked like on me. I was a hot cigar man now! "By the way," Bret yelled, "Do you like pipes too?" "Next time!" I yelled back. He just hollered with a grin and started the truck.

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