Date: Mon, 18 Jan 2021 01:14:02 +0000
From: Master Gilbert <LthrCigarMstr@hotmail.com>
Subject: Creating a Cigar Dom, Chapter 2

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Cigars and sex...

It had been about 2 months since Doug gave me my first blowjob while
smoking a cigar and all I could do was think back on it with a mixture of
disgust and lust.  First was the fact that Doug was my cousin.  He was
older than me.  And I could not figure out if he got me drunk so he could
get my cock or if he got my cock because he was drunk.

Also, I could not jack off or even think about sex now without also
thinking about cigars.  Luckily, dad had a humidor that he kept in the
study, so it was easy for me to sneak out a cigar.  What wasn't easy was
finding a place to smoke one.  Afterall, we lived in the city.  My backyard
opened up to the beach which was public access so anyone could walk by and
look into my backyard at any time.  There was no place in the house to
smoke.  Both of my parents were cigarette smokers and so the smell of a
cigar would be noticed.  Lastly, I didn't drive yet.  So, the thought of
driving somewhere and smoking was out.

So mostly I would just hold the cigar in my mouth while I jacked off in my
room and then hide it.  I would jack off thinking about getting another bj
while smoking.  About fucking one of the cheerleaders in my school while
smoking a cigar.  I would watch one of the VHS tapes I had, all copies of
copies that were circulating among the guys in school, of old grainy pornos
wondering if the guy would enjoy it more if he had a cigar.

Now I know what everyone thinks, that by the time I guy is in high school
he has at least made out with a girl.  And I had to admit I had a few
chances, had kissed a couple girls and one let me finger her at a friend's
party once.  But I had never gotten a blowjob or fucked a girl before.  I
think that had a lot to do with my lack of confidence in myself.  But since
Doug had sucked me off, I felt more and more like I was "in", part of the
club, that I knew what all the guys were joking about between classes.  For
the first time in my life, I didn't feel left out.

All that being said, I still hadn't done anything other than jack off while
sucking on an unlit cigar for the past 2 months.  And it was not working to
take the edge off like it did at first.  I wanted to light the cigar.  I
wanted to feel the warmth of a mouth on my cock again while I smoked.  I
wanted to feel that sensation of being completely drained and exhausted
after having pumped out a load.  Instead, I usually felt just as frustrated
or even more so than before I jacked off.

No one can imagine how happy I was then when dad said Uncle Charlie had
called and he was planning to go to Ocala next week.  I immediately asked
if I could go and the answer was no.  Frustration and hurt started building
in me exponentially.  I wanted to go with dad.  I needed to see Doug again.
I needed to have a cigar that I could actually smoke while I jacked off.
Or even better, be smoking a cigar while getting another blowjob.

I would ask dad at least once a day if I could go with him.  I came up with
all sorts of reasons I needed to go.  I wanted to go horseback riding one
last time this summer before school started.  I waned to go to the lake
with Charlie, and Doug.  After a couple days, dad said that the reason he
was going to Ocala was to see Buck who was coming home on leave from the
Marines and go to Daytona so he, Uncle Charlie, and Buck weren't even going
to be staying in Ocala except for a day or two before heading to Daytona.

What I was betting was supposed to be a disappointment, the fact they
wouldn't even be at the ranch most of the week and I would be alone with
just my cousins, was actually music to my ears.  I was more eager to go now
than ever.  By the end of the day, dad had relented and told me I could go.

When we got to the ranch, Uncle Charlie was at work and Charlie, Buck and
Doug were getting the boat ready to go to the lake.  Now Charlie was
married and had 2 young kids already.  He was eager for a boy's day at the
lake away from family it seemed.  Buck was on leave; he was a Marine and a
Sgt stationed in California.  Doug was a senior in college this year, with
a fiancé, and from what I had been told, was a straight "A" student
and president of his fraternity at University of Florida.  I say all this
to point out that these cousins were men.  They were not the kind of guys
that you would expect a high school aged kid to be hanging out with and
when we pulled up and dad and I got out I thought you could see the look of
exacerbation on their faces, expect for Doug.

Dad went into the house, and I walked over to the three of them and asked
if they were going to the lake.  Of course, they were, why would they be
getting the boat out.  I was so awkward at that age, but I asked if they
had room for one more and Charlie and Buck looked at each other with that
look.  Doug however smiled and said sure before they could figure out a
reason to say no.

Charlie and Buck were in the truck that was pulling the boat, Doug and I
were in a truck behind them with the coolers and skies and stuff.  We had
to stop at the store and buy ice, beer, etc. while Charlie and Buck went on
to the lake.  While we were in the truck, I finally got up some courage and
started to talk to Doug.  I didn't really know what to talk about, but I
figured cigars were a good place to start.  I pulled out six cigars I had
stollen out of dad's humidor and held them out.

"I got these from dad's humidor, I thought you and the guys might like
one."

Doug looked at them and smiled wide, "your dad has good taste."

He took one and bit the end off spitting it out the window and pushed in
the lighter in truck.  I watched stunned for a second before realizing this
was my chance and put the cigars back in my gym bag keeping one out and
following suit.  After Doug's cigar was lit, he pushed the lighter back in
and when it popped out, handed it to me.

Finally, I had a lit cigar in my mouth and the world seemed right again.  I
immediately started to relax and started talking to Doug like we were old
friends.  Of course, the one thing we didn't talk about was the blowjob.
But he did talk about life in college, the frat, his girlfriend.  I told
him about school.  We got to the store and Doug told me to hold his cigar
while he went in.  He came out with like three cases of beer, bags of ice,
and a bottle of something called Mad Dog.  He also had a couple boxes of
cheap cigars called White Owl.  Those I immediately knew were the cigars
Uncle Charlie smoked.

We loaded the coolers and got back into the truck making it to the lake
just in time to see them launching the boat into the lake.  When I stepped
out of the truck smoking a cigar, the look on Charlie's and Buck's faces
were totally different.  Doug yelled over the truck, "I told you he was
cooler than you thought."

Buck actually walked up to me and looked me up and down, then grabbed the
cigar out of my mouth laughing.  "These are some good cigars man.  Let me
guess, you got them from your dad."

"He doesn't know" I said sheepishly.

"I bet he doesn't!" Charlie laughed.  "Who knew..." throwing a look at the
other guys.

"You do anything else he doesn't know about?" Buck asked handing me back
the cigar.

"Well, I do a lot he doesn't know about." I said trying to sound more
confident than I really was.

"Enough talking man, lets get on the lake." Doug said.

We piled into the boat, getting one of the coolers on while leaving the
other in the truck.  I had grabbed my bag and threw it into the boat and as
soon as we were out in the middle of the lake, I asked if anyone wanted one
of the cigars.  Buck took one, but Charlie said no since he was going to be
in the water first skiing.  But before he got into the water, he grabbed
beers for all of us and passed them out.

"Here's to the cousin we didn't know we had." He chuckled before holding up
his beer.  They all laughed, crashed the cans of beer into each other then
popped the tab, spraying beer out while they did their best to drink more
than lost.  I followed suit choking on mine.

Buck was the first to drive the boat.  Charlie was in the water and Doug
was telling me what they were doing, and why.  Showing me the hand signs,
joking with his brothers, and me, and treating me like a brother.  It was
something I had never had.  It was great.

As they day went on, they would switch off driving the boat, and who was in
the water.  They showed me how to drive the boat.  I got a couple chances
to sky, something I had never done before and wasn't great at, but I did
it.  As the day was getting late, and the first cooler was empty, Buck
suggested letting me drive the boat around the lake a few times before
heading to shore and getting some food and the other cooler.

Doug had one of those disposable cameras from kodak and there is a picture
I still have to this day of me, beer in one hand, cigar in my jaw, driving
the boat around the lake.  It was quite simply the best day of my life to
that point.

But like all things, it had to end and once we made it to shore, I had that
feeling we weren't going to get back on the lake today.  Doug got some wood
together and while Buck and Charlie got the boat secured back onto the
trailer, we lit a small campfire on the beach of the lake and got the other
cooler out of the truck.  There was some food in it but not much, it was
mainly beer and that bottle of Mad Dog.

Now I was buzzed.  My mind was so foggy that I couldn't even tell you how
the night got to where it was, but we were all sitting around, smoking
those cheap cigars, all of the ones I had were gone, and drinking beer.
Charlie was talking about how bad his wife was at giving head.  Buck was
complaining about the cost of hookers in his area and how he didn't want to
date or have a girlfriend while he was in the Marines.  Doug was talking
about all the pussy he got in the frat and that his girlfriend never put
out unless he got her drunk.  And all I could do was listen.

I didn't have any stories like these.  I thought that being married meant
having all the sex you wanted.  And the being a Marine, Buck would have
girls lined up.  And who knew that Doug was having problems with his
girlfriend.  I thought I was the only one with problems like this.  The
more the guys talked, the more I realized that I wasn't so different from
them.  In fact, I was a lot like them, except for the age difference.

I looked across at Buck a couple times and thought he had an itch or
something because he seemed to be scratching his groin a lot.  It was hard
for me to get focused, the fog in my head was new, but as I panned around,
it seemed like all of them were itching.  That's when I realized they
weren't scratching, they were stroking.  They were stroking their cocks
through their swim trucks.

While Doug was telling a story about one of the frats parties, they had
last term, I could see the stroking of Buck getting more noticeable until
he out right pulled out his cock and started stroking it out in the open.
Charlie was next to pull his cock out and then they looked at me and
nodded.  I took that as a sign it was cool and okay and did the same.
Smiles crossed all their faces as Doug stood up and pulled his pants
completely off.

Buck started telling a story about his unit getting a hotel room and having
a hooker come over.  He was talking about how she got on her knees and went
from guy to guy kissing their cocks and balls, licking, and teasing them.
That's when I felt the warmth on my cock for the first time since Doug
sucked me off two months ago.  I tilted my head back and closed my eyes,
puffed on the cigar, and drifted off listening to Doug tell the story of
how his unit fucked the whore all night, stuffing her full of cocks and
pumping their Marine loads into her holes.  During which, all I could feel
was the warm mouth sucking me deep.

When I opened my eyes, I noticed that Buck and Charlie were now sitting by
my side and Doug had a cock in each hand and mine in his mouth.  Buck
looked at me "Have you fucked him yet?"

Talk about the fog parting and a buzz going away, that statement cut
through everything.  "No."

"He has one of the best asses you will ever feel." Buck said.

"Yeah, he's been taking care of us since he was younger than you are."
Charlie added.  "He loves cock almost more then he loves pussy."

I looked and Buck was rubbing Doug's ass.  Charlie reached over and put his
hand on Doug's head and guided him over to his cock.  "Don't bogart him
man, you don't want to lose your load too fast.  Although at your age, you
can probably be ready to go again in no time."

Buck poured some beer into Doug's ass crack and then reached back and
started to shove his fingers into Doug's ass.  Doug started moaning while
sucking Charlie's cock.

"Have you ever fucked an ass before man?" Buck asked me.

"No..." was all I could say.

"Then we should let you go first." Buck said nodding to Charlie.

Buck slapped Doug's ass and then pointed to the cooler.  Doug got up and
went over to the cooler and then got on his knees, bending over it.
Charlie helped me up and the three of us walked over to where Doug was
waiting.  "You might want to spit on his hole first." Charlie said.

I got behind Doug and looked down.  Buck stepped in front of Doug and
reached down and spread Doug's ass cheeks wide.  Doug's ass was so pink.
His hole was so small looking, and tight.  I was a bit confused and a bit
turned on.  Was I really about to fuck for the first time, and do it with
my cousin, while my other cousins, his brother watched?

Charlie hawked up a big spit and landed it right on Doug's hole.  Then he
motioned for me to move forward.  My cock was right against Doug's hole and
without warning, Doug pushed back, and my cock sank in with no resistance.
His hole opened and swallowed my cock like his mouth did.  It was tight,
and wet, and warm.  Where his mouth was soft and enveloping, his ass was
tight and hugged my cock sending shock waves all through me.

From that point on, it was instinctual.  I started pulling my cock back
then slid it forward until I was balls deep.  Doug was moaning and Buck and
Charlie were high fiving each other while standing back and watching me
fuck.  I still had the cigar in my mouth and the smoke was comforting.  It
was the one thing that was familiar as I was adjusting to the new feelings
that were racking their way through me.

I felt pleasure from all the new sensations that were coming from my cock.
I felt comfort from the cigar, it felt natural and normal clenched in my
jaw.  I felt power.  Power from being in control and using another man's
ass like a cunt.

Anyone can tell you that you never last as long as you want to especially
on your first time and that was true of me too.  I bet I didn't last two
minutes but to me it felt like a lifetime.  Buck and Charlie probably knew
what was happening before I did because I jammed my cock into Doug's ass so
hard, he actually yelled "FUCK" and then I came.  I came in waves squirting
rope after rope of cum deep into Doug's guts.

Charlie's hands were on my shoulders before I realized it and he guided me
back to sit on the other cooler and then grabbed my hand and said, "welcome
to the brotherhood man".

With that I watched while Charlie took up my place behind Doug and Buck
knelt in front of Doug.  In no time Doug was being fucking in both holes
and it didn't seem like either Buck or Charlie was being gentle.  They
didn't seem to care how hard or deep they pushed their cocks.  If anything,
they were egging each other on to fuck harder, deeper, and rougher.

They would crack jokes too.  "If that hooker could take cock this well
maybe I would have a girlfriend." Buck said.

"If my wife could take cock like this, I would be broke paying for all the
kids." Charlies shot back.

Before long they were switching positions and Buck was fucking ass and
Charlie was fucking Doug's mouth.  I was finally starting to recover and so
I stood up and walked closer so I could see the action better.

"Look who's ready for seconds?" Buck said.

"That was so good man." I said, "I have never fucked like that before."

Charlie was quick to point out that he doubted I had ever fucked at all
before.

Buck pulled his cock out of Doug's ass and that was the first time I really
got to see it.  He was a monster.  I bet he had nine plus inches of cock.
And it was as fat as any cock I had ever seen on a porno.  Spitting on his
cock and reaching down to spread Doug's cheeks, he made a show of slamming
it back in.

Charlie laughed, "Show off."

"You close yet?" Buck asked.

"Yeah..." Charlie said and so they switched again.

Now was my chance to see Charlie's cock up close.  He wasn't as long as
Buck was, but he might have been a bit thicker.  He didn't make a show of
it.  He lined up and pushed balls deep on the first thrust and with every
thrust after it.  True to his word, he was panting a minute or two later
and then he pushed his cock up Doug's ass so hard he lifted Doug off the
ground.

"All yours bro." Charlie said, and he got up and put his cock back in
Doug's mouth.  Buck now started fucking really hard.  He made Doug stand up
and bend over, bracing him against the back of the truck.  Then he put his
hands-on Doug's shoulders and pulled them up and back making Doug arch his
back in an extreme bend.  It was all Doug could do to stay up but with that
monster cock being shoved up his ass there was no way for him to go
anywhere.

Charlie stood next to me and put his hand on my shoulder.  "Buck doesn't
fuck a pussy.  He tries to destroy it."

We just stood there watching Buck fuck Doug.  There would be times that he
would take Doug off his feet. And others where he would change his angle
and Doug's knees would buckle.  The one thing I never saw or heard was Doug
asking for Buck to be more gentle or slow down.  It must have taken a good
fifteen minutes before Buck slammed into Doug then didn't move.

"About fucking time man." Charlie said.

"What can I say, I haven't had his ass in almost a year." Buck panted back.

Charlie started looking around and then lowered the tailgate on the truck
and climbed up and sat down.  "Okay guys, time to clean up and get ready to
head back.  That is unless cuz here wants another go at Douggie."

All eyes turned to me, even Doug's, and I just shuck my head.  "Okay, I
know you are new to this and that you will have some questions and shit,
but the rules are pretty simple." Charlie started.

"Rule One: We don't talk about what happens when we get together.  You can
talk to any of us, but not to anyone else."

I nodded.

"Rule Two: We don't talk about this to anyone."

I nodded with a grin.

"Rule Three: If you want to use Doug, you don't have to ask permission,
just be a man and tell him what you want."

I nodded again but this one confused me a little.

"And Rule Four: WE DON'T TALK ABOUT THIS TO ANYONE!"

That made me laugh.

"Now let's clean this shit up and get home before dad loses his shit."
Charlie said.

We got the area cleaned up.  The boat back on the trailer.  All the cans
and trash thrown into the back of one of the trucks.  Then it was time to
go.

"I will drive the boat back.  Doug and cuz can ride in the back seat and
Doug can do his back seat duties." Charlie said with a smirk.  "You can
take the other truck and go straight to the house.  That way you can keep
Dad and Uncle Robert from coming out to the barn in case Doug takes longer
than usual."

And that's what happened.  I climbed up in the back seat and before Charlie
had even hit the paved road, Doug was sucking my cock.  By the time we got
back to the barn, I had busted two loads into Doug's mouth and was totally
spent.

When I got up the next morning, Dad, Uncle Charlie, and Buck were already
headed to Daytona and Charlie didn't spend the night, instead going home to
his wife and kids.  It was only Doug and I on the ranch with a couple of
hands to do most of the work.  I'm sure Dad, Uncle Charlie and Buck had fun
in Daytona, but I doubt they had as much fun as I had on the ranch with
Doug.