Under The Influence of Smoke
By Me4Smoke
I have talked to hundreds of men over the past few years on the Internet. I have even met a few of them for conversation and more. This story is real with only a few changes. The name of the hot daddy for example and the dialogue is similar to actual.
Barry placed an add on the net letting everyone into the cigar fetish know that he would be in the mid-Atlantic area. I responded to his notice and began a short dialogue with him. We decided which evening to meet and both kept our word.
I arrived at the bar that we agreed to meet in. There were only a few guys there at the time and I was early. I ordered a drink and watched TV while waiting for Barry to show up. I was talking to an acquaintance when Barry arrived. I watched him walk around the bar and order his drink. He had not seen me yet and this gave me time to size him up. You know, before I knew that I had to actually say hello to him. He was tall, medium in build with a S&P beard. His hair was peppered as well and close cut. It only took a few seconds for me to call to him, hoping that he WAS Barry.
He looked my way and smiled. That was a relief. I’d have hated to be calling the wrong man. Grabbing his glass, he walked around and we greeted each other. Barry had advertised himself as a cigar man in his 50’s but he pulled out a pipe and started to load it. We continued to talk as I watched him light his pipe and inhale the smoke. I was turned on at that moment. You see, I love pipes and cigars and the men that smoke them.
I stated that I didn’t know he smoked pipes too. He smiled and said, “Yeah, I smoke both but forgot to grab the cigars on the way out of the hotel room and the pipe was in my bag already.” I was glad that he forgot them. This way I got to feed both of my fetishes.
We talked about his reason for being in the area with a mix of smoking topics too. I found him to be attractive and interesting. Each time he exhaled the pipe smoke I could actually feel my cock move. I tried to move into the cloud as it danced by in the air-conditioned air. I did get a few brief hints of his smoke but not enough. I never get enough though. I love the smell of a pipe. Barry asked, “What would you like to do?” I was sure what he was asking but didn’t want to be wrong either. He then asked, “Are you hungry?” “No, not really.” “Is there something you’d like to do?” I replied. Barry looked straight at me and said, “Yeah, I want to take you to my hotel room and smoke a cigar or two!” My eyes squinted as I smiled at him and said, “Yeah, I’d like that.”
We soon left the bar and I drove us to his hotel. I was getting aroused thinking about what was about to happen. We made our way to his room and he offered me a beer and took one for himself. When we entered he pulled a shower cap from his bag. He told me that he had had some experience with hotel smoke alarms and this would keep everyone happy. He then secured it over the smoke detector. Now I know this man is into cigar sex, big time. He then showed me his assortment of cigars. I had never seen some of the brands that he had.
One was a 66ring 9” or 10” long. I told him that I had never seen anyone smoking a cigar that big. He had more cigars with him on an out of town trip than I have at home in my humidor. He decided on the cigar that best suited him and sat down. We sat for a short while and got to know each other. We both prepared cigars and lit them. Barry has been smoking cigars for 30 years or more and makes smoking a cigar second nature. I watched him get the fire just right and puff until the smoke was thick. He then drew hard and inhaled. Again, my cock pivoted in my jeans. We talked and smoked for about twenty minutes, both inhaling and drinking our beers.
I’m a shy man. I never make the first move. I know what I want but for some reason I have to be told what to do or pulled into it. Thinking about it, that is part of the turn on for me.
Barry got up and moved about in the room ending up behind me at the window. I thought he was just looking out of the window but quickly realized that he was in position. Barry placed his cigar in his jaw and bent down. He leaned over from the back and started to caress my chest and nipples. The cigar was in sight beside my head and the smoke was drifting over me. Barry then asked me to stand. I did as he asked.
He took a few puffs on his cigar and inhaled. He then placed his lips on mine and exhaled. When I had taken all his smoke, he buried his tongue between my lips. I could taste his cigar spit and my cock reacted as it always does for a cigar daddy. This is what I live for. I was being lung fucked by a hot cigar man and the rest of the world didn’t exist. Our clothes fell of like autumn leaves in the winds of October. The hotel room was filling with cigar smoke. Barry led us to the bed and we continued smoking and exchanging the smoke. I put my cigar in the ashtray beside the bed because his was getting the most action and mine had gone out. He kept his cigar busy and would always get the smoke thick and inhale or just pass the smoke to me to inhale and then kiss me waiting for the return of smoke to inhale.
All of this made me horny and want him more. His body slid on mine and mine under his. My hips had no choice but to push up into his. After we had been enjoying each other and the 60 ringer for a while. Barry asked, “Do you want to smoke daddy’s big cigar?” I knew that he wanted to light the 66 ringer. I said, “Yes, Sir!” He got the cigar and rubbed it on my cock and balls and then on my nips. I loved having his cigar used on me. He opened doors with me that I’ve never even knocked on before. He sat up and pulled the flame through the cigar producing more and more smoke. I watched as he lustfully inhaled it and then put it to my lips. I sucked it like a cock, in and out. I could feel the smoke enter my mouth and escape around the cigar. He said, “That’s right suck daddy’s big cigar boy!”
I then inhaled feeling the strong sharp pain as the smoke entered my throat as he removed the near cock sized cigar. We kissed and exchanged the big cigar smoke over and over. I moved down to daddy’s cock and began to suck it. He, again, placed the cigar at my lips and ordered me to blow the smoke on his cock. I did as daddy asked. I then took his cock in my mouth and fed on him again. There are few things I won’t do when under the influence of smoke. I could have sucked on daddy all night. He sucked my cock briefly but I wanted his cock more and knew that I couldn’t go on much longer.
We had been at it for a long while and began to lube our cocks. We played with each other’s cock and balls while smoking the huge cigar. Finally, I sat over him allowing him room to jerk his meat while I beat my cock. I watched him with the big cigar in his mouth. He puffed and inhaled over and over without taking the cigar from his jaw. Exhaling into my face each time. The mixture of raw cigar smoke and his sweeter exhaled cigar smoke brought me to the edge. This man loves his cigars and I was in lust for them both. I could not hold back. I shot into his pillow below his head and across his hairy chest. I jerked with the orgasm until there was nothing left to shoot. Daddy came shortly after with a huge load.
I left shortly after with the memory of the hottest cigar daddy I have ever had the privilege to smoke with. Thank you Daddy!
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