Date: Mon, 14 Jan 2013 18:00:13 -0800
From: Master Gilbert <lthrcigarmstr@hotmail.com>
Subject: Cigar Boy, Chapter 2

All characters and events in this work are fictitious.  Any resemblance to
real events or real persons, living or dead, is purely coincidental.
Though this work of fiction may contain sexual situations and/or sexual
acts between adults and minors, neither the author condones such situations
and/or acts.


Cigar Boy, Chapter 2, Rob's night


Adam was going to be coming to his first party at our house tonight and I
am so excited.  I have been listening to Dad and Eric talk about the party
for a week or so.  They were outside grilling last night, drinking a few
beers and smoking cigars like they always do when mom isn't home.  She
throws a fit when she sees Eric even look at a cigar, and if she knew dad
gave us beers when she was gone, I am sure she would kill him and then us.

But dad had been letting me drink beer since I was 10 or so.  Drinking beer
was just something a man did, dad used to say.  Smoking a cigar was the
same with him.  On my 15th birthday this year, dad sat me down and showed
me how to light and smoke a cigar.  Then we had a beer, and he put some
porn on the big screen TV in the den.  It was one of the best birthday's I
have ever had.

But tonight is Eric's 18th birthday party and I know dad has something big
planned.  He had gone by the cigar store on Tuesday and bought 2 large
boxes of his favorite cigars.  And I heard him and Eric talking about him
bringing some kegs home from the brewery.  It's not that uncommon for dad
to bring home a keg for the house.  He has a beer tap in the kitchen.

Adam and I were out skate boarding when we saw dad drive up and grab a keg
out of the back of his truck.  Adam was still amazed that dad could pick up
a keg and carry it around like that, but he had been doing it all my life.
I don't really think there is anything that dad can't pick up and man
handle.

I got to the door before dad did and opened it for him.  Adam followed dad
into the house.  Then Eric drove up with a few of his friends' right as I
was closing the door.  Dad got the keg into the kitchen then went off to
his room to change and freshen up before the rest of the guests arrived.

"Hey Eric," dad called out as he went to his room.  "Make sure you order
enough pizzas to feed everyone.  I can't have all you boys going home drunk
tonight. And don't forget I have a few buddies stopping by too."

"Who's coming?" Eric yelled back.

"You remember Craig and Jim from the brewery?" Dad answered him.

Eric yelled back okay, and then he disappeared into the den with his
friends.  Adam went off into the kitchen and that gave me a chance to go to
my room and clean up some too.

I got into my room and got out of my clothes as fast as I could.  I knew
what dad's parties were like and I wanted to be dressed and ready for the
fun.  I dug my jock strap that day bought me out of the back of my
underwear drawer and put it on.  I also found the rubber ring dad gave me
and put it around my cock and balls like dad had shown me.  I had to be
careful though, it pulled at my pubes really bad.  I pulled my shorts up
and threw on an old tank top and then went back out into the living room.

The party was just getting started when I got into the living room.  Dad
was passing out cigars and showing some of the guys how to smoke them.
Eric was making sure everyone had a beer.  While Adam seemed lost and just
wondered around the house watching people smoke and drink.

One time I thought I caught Adam staring at me as I was smoking a cigar and
talking with a few of the guys on the couch.  But then he left the living
room and started heading for the den.  I knew what was going on in the den,
dad had his favorite porno playing on the big screen TV, and all the guys
were drinking, smoking and watching.  Eric had a few friends that were
really cool and he hung around them a lot.

I got up to grab another round of beers from the kitchen for me and a
couple of dad's friends that were on the couch with me, and I could see
Adam hiding in the doorway leading into the den.  It must have been a sight
for him since he had never been to one of these parties before.  Leaning
against the door frame like he was, I could almost make out a growing boner
in his shorts.  I knew Adam would often stare at dad while he smoked.  And
I was wondering when dad was going to offer him a cigar, but he never had,
until tonight.

I had to relight my cigar since I let it go out while I was messing with
the beers and by the time I got back into the living room, I could see that
some of the other guys were starting to pass out.  I hoped that dad's two
work buddies could hold their beer better then these others could but I
figured that if they worked with dad then they could probably drink like
dad too.  As I approached them they reached out and grabbed their beers.

"My name is Rob by the way." I said.

"Hey there, I am Jim and this is Craig.  I think we met you at one of your
dad's parties last year."

"Yeah I thought I remembered you guys too."

I sat back down between them and waited for them to drink their beers.  As
they drank up I could hear dad telling Adam to grab him another beer out of
the kitchen.  I was just about to get up and see if I could help Adam out
when Jim ask about a bathroom.  Here's my chance I thought.  "It's right
down the hall here." as I pointed to the hall that happened to lead right
by my bedroom.  "Let me show you."

Jim stood up and started following me.  But Craig just spread out on the
couch and continued to sip at his beer and nurse his cigar.  Damn he looked
sexy like that.  And I could have sworn that I could see his cock snaking
down his pants legs.  Jim tapped my shoulder and that brought me back to
reality.

"Hey, you okay?" Jim asked me.

I just shook my head and said yeah and led him down the hall.  I could see
that he was starting to stumble a little bit.  Jim was definitely feeling
good as I got him to the bathroom.

Jim stood over the toilet, jaw firmly wrapped around the cigar he was
smoking and undid his fly.  I was trying not to stare, but I really wanted
to see his cock.  I loved seeing dad's cock, and Eric's cock was pretty
nice too, but I wanted to see Jim's cock.  Once Jim's fly was undone, his
cock just sort of flopped out.  I guess he wasn't wearing any underwear.

Jim's cock looked huge.  It was pink and veiny looking.  And the head was
all covered up by skin.  I had heard of people who had a lot of skin on the
cock, but I had never seen one before.  I wanted to touch it, to see if it
was as soft as it looked, but I knew better.  Dad had warmed me never to
talk to anyone, not even Adam about what happened when mom was away.  Dad
told me that if I ever told anyone, then they would have to stop.  And I
didn't want that.  I liked being treated like a man, even if it was only
when mom was out of town on business.

I heard Jim's piss stream start and I guess that snapped me out of the
trance I had been in.  It was also the point I realized that Jim was
looking at me looking at his cock.  He was grinning from ear to ear.  The
smoke was just rolling out of the corners of his mouth, and he had one hand
on his cock and the other one was reaching out toward me.  He grabbed the
back of my head and pulled me closer to him.

"You like what you see boy?" I heard Jim say.  But to be honest I didn't
even realize that he was talking to me.  That's when he slapped the back of
my head and again I was brought back to reality.  "I asked you a question
boy."

"Yes Sir..." I tried to say but it was so muffled and meek that I could
barely understand myself.

"Why don't you reach out and touch it?" I heard from behind me.  It was
Craig standing there watching the whole thing.  I wonder how long he had
been standing there.  But without hesitation, I reached out and wrapped my
hand around Jim's cock.

"Hey Jim, it looks like Mike's boy might have a thing for cock." Craig said
as I was slowly moving my hand up and down the length of Jim's cock.



"I think your right." Jim replied as he was growing harder in my hand.  "If
he doesn't stop stroking me, I'll never get this piss out." And with that
he started to laugh.  Craig started to laugh too.

At times it was like this was happening to someone else and I was just
watching it.  But it wasn't, it was happening to me and I was so turned on
by it, that I couldn't stop myself.

Jim took my hand off his cock and turned around so that he was facing me.
When he did, I finally got to see exactly how big Jim was.  He wasn't as
long as dad or Eric, but he was about as thick as a beer can.  I knew he
was pretty thick, I could feel it as it was swelling in my hand.  But it
wasn't until I saw it that I actually understood how thick it was.

During all this, Craig had moved from the doorway and was now right behind
me.  I could feel the warm smoke from his breath on the back of my neck.
It was intoxicating to have him so close behind me and to have Jim right in
front of me like this.  It might have spooked other guys, to be trapped
between to bigger men like this, but not me.  In some ways it felt safe and
comfortable.

When Craig put his hand on my shoulder, I knew what he wanted and without
the slightest bit of hesitation, I sank to my knees.  Jim's cock was right
about eye level now.  It was hard and pointing right at me.  And I was
frozen just kneeling there looking at it.

"I'm not sure he knows what to do Craig." Jim's voice broke through like
thunder.

"I think he will figure it out with a little encouragement." Craig replied.
That's when Jim reached over and grabbed the back of my head and pulled me
toward his cock.  "Just open your mouth boy and we will take care of the
rest."

And that's what I did.  I opened my mouth and Jim's cock slid in just like
it was meant to be there.  Jim pulled me closer, forcing more of his fat
cock into my mouth.  Then he let off and I tried to pull away.  I only got
about half way off his cock before his hand stopped me.  He did this for a
few minutes and by then I had the rhythm down.  Even without his hand on
the back of my head, I knew what to do.

Through most of this I had my eyes closed.  I was trying to concentrate on
the cock in my mouth and I didn't want to think about anything else.  But
then when Jim took his hand off my head I finally opened my eyes.  I looked
up and saw Jim taking some long drags on his cigar.  From the look on his
face, I must have been doing something right.

"So Jim, you going to share, or do I need to leave you two alone?" Craig
said.  I had almost forgotten that he was there.  I was so focused on Jim's
cock that nothing else going on around me even mattered.

"Oh yeah, I can share." Jim replied without missing a beat.  "This kid may
be Mike's son, but if he keeps sucking cock like this, I'm going to take
him home."

Both Craig and Jim laughed.  Then I felt a new hand on my head, and it was
turning me around.  I let Jim's cock plop out of my mouth and turned to see
Craig's cock jutting out of his jeans.  I don't know when he opened his fly
and got his cock out, but it was hard and pointing right at me.

Craig was not as thick as Jim was, but his cock was a lot longer.  It was
more like dad's cock.  I had trouble sucking dad off the few times that he
had let me try.  But I was willing to try.  I got it into my mouth but he
was pulling at the back of my head trying to force it deeper and I just
couldn't take it the way he wanted me too.

I tried to pull back a little, but Craig just kept pushing on the back of
my head.  I let his cock slide between my lips and into my mouth.  He was
just thick enough that I had to be careful not to scrape my teeth on his
cock.  I had made that mistake with Eric once.  I thought it would be funny
to "skin" his cock with my teeth once because he wanted a blow job and I
wasn't in the mood.  That did not go over very well.  After he slapped the
shit out of me, he took a belt to my ass.  I thought dad would save me, but
after Eric told dad what I did, I ended up having to blow dad while Eric
whipped my ass.  Dad kept telling me that if he felt any teeth on his cock,
I was not going to be able to sit down for a week and I knew he meant it.

So I was very careful not to skin Craig's cock.  I was having some trouble
but I kept trying.  Craig could tell I was having some trouble with his
cock.  But I don't think he really cared.  All Craig cared about was
getting his cock sucked.  He was letting me suck his cock but never took
his hand off the back of my head.  He was also blowing smoke down into my
face while I sucked him.  This I was used to though.  Eric and dad did that
to me all the time.  I actually think the first time I smoked a cigar; I
was already hooked because I had spent so many nights in the den sucking
off Eric and dad while they smoked.

That was when Craig did something I wasn't expecting.  "Hey Rob, where's
your bedroom?"

I pointed at the door just down the hall and Craig pulled his cock out of
my mouth and started heading toward the bedroom.  I looked over at Jim, and
he was just standing there, watching me.  I didn't know what was about to
happen and that scared me.  But before I could figure out what to do, I
heard Craig yelling for me.

I got off the floor and started down the hall toward my room.  I turned the
corner into my room and there was Craig, on my bed, jeans off and cock
standing straight up.  He had an ashtray on the nightstand and was just
sitting there against the headboard with a smirk on his face.  "Your dad
got any more cigars?"  He asked me.  I nodded yeah.  "Go grab me and Jim
another cigar and another beer, then get your ass back in here and take
care of my cock."

That was all I needed to hear from Craig.  I went back into the kitchen and
grabbed another couple of beers, and then I stuck my head into the den to
get more cigars.  That's when I saw Adam on Eric's cock.  I knew Eric and
dad had planned on getting Adam tonight, but it wasn't until I saw Adam on
Eric's cock that it really hit me.  I was a little jealous I guess.

I grabbed the cigars and got out of there before anyone could see me.  Then
I stepped over a few of the guys that were passed out in the living room
and made it back to my bedroom only to see Craig playing with his cock and
smirking at me as I came through the door.  Jim was sitting in the chair at
my desk, stroking his cock, and still smiling.

I handed Craig his beer, then Jim his.  After that I grabbed the lighter
off the nightstand and lit the cigar for Craig.  Jim just watched me and
kept smiling.  Then I did the same for Jim.  Once they both had their beers
and cigars I was torn as to who I should pay attention too first.

That's when Craig pointed at my jeans and I shucked them off right then and
there.  He took a nice long draw off the cigar and just watched me.  I
stood there, in nothing more than my jock strap and socks waiting for him
to give me any sign of what he wanted next.  That was when Craig held out
his hand, palm up and motioned for me to come closer.

I walked over to him and placed my cock and balls into his hand.  Craig
started playing with them, squeezing them, and making my knees feel weak,
like they were about to buckle.  But yet I stood there, trying not to move,
not to disappoint him and I didn't even understand why.  I mean Craig was
not the best looking guy at the party.  But he seemed to have some power
over me and all I knew was that I wanted to make him happy.

"You really like this, don't you?" He asked me.

I couldn't answer him.  I didn't like the pain, but I liked the fact that
the more Craig squeezed my balls, the more he smiled at me.  I stood there,
letting him squeeze my balls, watching him smoke his cigar, and sip the
beer I brought him.

I have no idea how long he played with my balls, but when I saw that bead
of precum start to run down his cock, I moved instinctively to get it.
That's when Craig really squeezed my balls and dropped me to my knees.  "I
didn't tell you to move." He said.  "Now you can suck my cock."

I picked myself up off the floor and got onto the bed, between Craig's legs
and sank his cock all the way into the back of my throat.  I could feel
Craig's smile.  I could feel his cock swell even more.  I could feel the
warm smoke pouring down over the back of my head.  But I didn't care, I had
his cock in my mouth and it felt so good.

Again I had to be careful to make sure Craig felt no teeth.  He was pretty
thick, but I was sure that I could handle it.  I began to slowly pull off
his cock and that's when I felt the familiar feeling of his hand on the
back of my head.  As I wanted to go back up the shaft, Craig pushed me down
until his balls were against my chin and I was straining not to gag.  I
could not breathe.  I couldn't move.  All I could do was lay there, between
Craig's legs with his cock slowly choking me out.

I was so focused on trying to make Craig feel good that I didn't notice
that Jim had gotten up and was standing behind me.  He said something to
Craig and then grabbed my legs and spread them wide.  Craig used his legs
to pin mine and keep them spread.  That's when Jim did something that I had
never even thought about before.  He started eating and licking my ass.  He
got his tongue between my ass cheeks and just kept licking.  Then I felt
him stop.  I pushed my ass up some because I didn't want it to end.  To my
surprise, Jim took a deep drag off his cigar and then put his mouth back on
my ass and slowly blew the smoke right on my hole.

It was almost intoxicating.  I loved the way it felt.  I had a cock in my
mouth, and this grown man eating my ass.  I could not have dreamed of being
any happier then I was right then.  That's when I heard Jim tell Craig that
he wanted my ass.

Oh god.  I want this, but I know it's going to hurt.  I know that as fat as
Jim's cock is, he is going to rip me wide open.  I wanted to beg him not to
fuck me, but Craig's hand was holding me on his cock.  I started to
struggle.  I was trying to get off Craig's cock, but he wasn't going to let
me.

"Hey, settle down there boy." Jim said as he slapped my ass hard.  "You can
either give me that ass or I can take it.  And I guarantee you, if I have
to take it; it's going to hurt a whole lot more than it has too."

I felt another slap on my ass and then felt a rough finger go into my ass.

"This boys been fucked before.  I knew Mike was a pervert but I never
guessed he was tagging his own son." Jim said.

"I don't doubt that." Craig replied.  "I think Mike will fuck anything he
can get his hands on."

Jim pulled his finger out of my ass and climbed up on the bed.  He
straddled my ass and Craig pushed me as deep onto his cock as I could go
right as Jim shoved his cock into my ass.  If I hadn't had Craig's cock
buried in my throat, I know I would have screamed.

Jim was not being gentle.  He was shoving his cock in and out of my ass.
He was slamming his crotch against my ass.  And he was moaning like those
guys do in the pornos Dad watches.

"Craig you got to try this ass." Jim said between the slams into my ass.

"No thanks, I am having a good time in this kid's mouth." Craig replied.
"Anyway, after your done with that ass, it's going to be too loose for me."

"Your loss" Jim said as he pounded my ass.  At times I wanted to cry.  But
then it would feel good for a while.

After what seemed like an eternity, Craig finally let me take his cock out
of my throat.  I had tears in my eyes, but I wanted to make him happy so
when I felt the slight pressure on the back of my head, I sank his cock
back into my throat.

I did my best to milk Craig's cock with my throat, but he seemed more
content to have me gagging on his cock and would hold my head down on it
until I wanted to cry.  Then he would let me catch my breath and do it all
over again.  I was both proud and relived when I felt his cock start to
pulse in my mouth.  I knew it was coming, I felt Craig push my head down
and I felt the cum coating the back of my throat.

Almost at the same time, I felt Jim start to work my ass even harder.  I
figured that he was about to cum too and I was right.  He flooded my ass
with his baby batter.  Then he pulled his slimy cock out of my ass and
rubbed it on my ass.

"God that has to be one of the best pieces of ass I have had." Jim proudly
exclaimed to Craig.

"Yeah this kid's got a good throat too."  Craig boasted.

I was so tired that I just crawled up into the warm spot that Craig had
just vacated.  I pulled my legs up and curled up into a ball.  My ass felt
like it would never close again.  My throat felt like it was raw and sore.
And all I could smell was the cigar smoke that filled my room.

At some point Jim and Craig left.  They must have been happy and satisfied.
It was funny; I had always wanted to get used hard like this.  Like the
women I had watched on the pornos that dad would put on in the den.  But
now that it had happened, I felt dirty.

I woke the next morning and all that was left was a wet spot on the sheets,
an ashtray full of cigar butts, and empty beer cups around the room.  My
throat was sore.  My neck hurt.  My ass was on fire.  But all I could think
about was how I wanted more.

END OF CHAPTER TWO



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