Cigar and Alpha Appreciation Society

With my husband out of town, I was looking forward to this evening. Walking to my favorite liquor store, to buy a bottle of whiskey and an Alec Bradley Cigar, I was playing out all the scenarios for how the night ahead was to go. As much as I love my husband, my fetish for aggressive alpha sex and cigars was not something we talked about. These evenings alone where I can put on my leather boots, jacket and harness, sit back in my favorite chair, sip some whiskey, smoke a cigar and put on some of my quality porn on the large television, rather than small screen of phone. This bating session would last as long as my cigar took to smoke, which could be as long as an hour. Cigars make me hard, regardless of if I am smoking them or watching others. So, although the nicotine rush cut the edge, the intensity from the cigar and porn would build into an intense organism. The rush and intensity of these edging sessions were almost better than sex.

Walking to the store, I was in a daze, absorbed by the anticipation of the evening. I was brought back to the present by the sound of a black mustang pulling into a parking spot right in front of the store. As the son of a mechanic, my formative years were molded by cars and the young men who loved them, Although I never learnt anything about car maintenance, I instantly get aroused by the machismo that comes from men and their machines. As the shiny black car pulled into the space, I realized that I was staring too long, trying to get a look at the person driving this steel aphrodisiac. The man who stepped out was better than I could have imagined, and I imagined many. He was tall and muscular, older man, wearing black sleeveless shirt that revealed his bulging biceps and gave a peak of those rounded pecs. Noticing that I was staring and frozen in place, I saw a slight upward smirk emerging from his dark bearded face. This realization that I was seen had snapped me back into the present and I quickly turned away and walked briskly to store, hoping to escape this awkward situation.

Once in the store I walked straight to whiskey section and began perusing the vast selection. Then I heard the door open, and the slow loud clomp of boots on wooden floor. Although I did not see his footwear, I knew it was him. I heard him getting closer. I tried to focus on whiskey’s in front of me, but all I could focus on was the sound of his boots on the floor getting closer and closer. Then I saw he was standing by me looking also at the whiskey selection. My head was pounding, as he looked at me and said, “so you like the fancy stuff?”, before I could answer he added “I am just a simple Jack Daniel’s guy myself”. I took a deep breadth and turn to look at him. He was more beautiful than I realized, he was late 40s, early 50s, shiny bald head with dark black thick beard. His blue eyes bore into me and smooth tanned skin stretched over his chiseled features. This was all making me weak. I was hardly aware of my forced and awkward  reply “Yes, you know us queers we love the fancy stuff”. He just smiled, and said, “not all of us” and then walked by as he headed to the counter.

The rush of all that happened in past minute played in my head slowly and repeatedly. Driving me dizzy with thoughts and ideas. Again, I found myself needing to snap out of it and force myself to move forward. I headed over to humidor to look for my cigars, hoping to buy me some time for him to purchase his whiskey and leave. As I grabbed two of my favourites, I looked over to see if he was done, and noticed him leaving the store. However, before he did he looked over at me, staring at the cigars in my hand, and giving another one of those devilish smirks.  He left, and I made my way to counter. Trying again to focus on the evening I had planned. I knew this man would play a central role in my thoughts and fancy. I also knew he might even ruin the evening as I search through hundreds of different porn videos looking for someone who looked and acted like him, never truly finding anything that satisfies.

I made my purchase and walked out of the store. I looked over and noticed the mustang had not left. Instead the man was leaning against his car smoking a cigarette, looking directly at me. I froze as he said, “so you are a cigar man too”.  I looked over, took deep breadth and replied, “that I was”, and enjoyed them occasionally. We struck up a conversation about our mutual love of cigars and whiskey, and with time my heart beat slowed and a I caught my breadth. I started to feel more comfortable although it was difficult with each stare and smirk. He then asked me about my cigar selection. I told him they were my favourite since they were large enough to last an hour or so and round enough to feel good in the mouth (although not ridiculously so). I said the flavour was earthy and spicy like whiskey with a heavy smoke that lingered. He appreciated my description and mentioned he had not tried this brand. Without skipping a heartbeat or a thought in my head, I replied he was welcome to try one. It then dawned on me that the thought of this man with cigar in his mouth would be sexually intoxicating and probably more than I could handle. He replied that would be great, but only if we could smoke one together. I paused. It was early in the day for me, and more importantly we were in main street where many of my colleagues and friends walk by. As most people do not know about my cigar fetish. I felt reluctant to do this. I told him that usually did not do a whole cigar this early but happy to share one, and we might have to go somewhere a little less visible. He seemed to understand and pointed to the alleyway between the buildings where trash bins were stored. Although this was out of character for me, I agreed.

As he led me down the alley, his boots making that familiar rhythmic thump, I watched his round arse move slowly in his jeans. The realization of this moment was pulsing throughout my body as I felt my dick become increasingly harder. We found a spot on the other side of the dumpster, he leant against the wall. I pulled out one of my cigars, unpackaged it. I asked him if he had a knife and did. He trimmed the end and without asking brought the cigar up to his lips. He then stuck out his tongue and licked the rim and then place the stick in his mouth, holding it gingerly between his lips. I then asked if he had a light, he passed it to me and I illuminated the lighter and looked at him. That smirk and now narrow beady eyes were staring at me, I brought the light to the stick and he inhaled. He turned the stick in the light, never taking his eyes off me. The silence and stares were intense. Once the cigar was lit, he leant back, away from lighter, still staring. I passed back the lighter and he squeezed back into his front pocket as he took one long drag on the cigar. While looking straight at me, he took it out and exhaled a plume of thick blue grey smoke. I took in a deep inhale as I watched. He then said it was nice flavour and saw why I liked this brand and handed me the cigar. I took it from him and placed it on my lips, still not breaking his stare and took inhale myself. I closed my eyes, enjoying my mouth filling with smoke and the heavy spicy notes tickling my tastebuds. I then exhaled and opened my eyes to see him smiling. I handed back the cigar to him and he took it. Holding it he said how much he appreciated me sharing this with him and how not all his friends appreciate cigars.

What happened next took me by surprise, as he placed the cigar in his mouth, his other hand moved to the growing bulge in his jeans. It was impossible for me not to notice his hands moving up and down the length of his manhood. It was impressive, at least 7 inches and not sure if was full aroused. He saw me and mentioned how cigars also turned him on, and added, as he looked down at my crotch, like they did me. Although I knew I was aroused, I was not aware that my bulge was equally obvious to him. As he said this, he puffed on the cigar releasing smoke from the side of his mouth. I felt a little embarrassed but confessed that this was part of the attraction for me. He then smiled and said he guessed as much. As he said this, he continued to stare at me and play with his bulge through his jeans, smirking with cigar dangling from his lips. I did not know where to look, his intense stare, the cigar or growing bulge all just made me twitch with fits of anticipation. Not being able to take it anymore, I asked do you mind, as I dropped to my knees in front of his crotch, confident knowing the dumpster hid me from view. With a smile, he looked down at me, took the took cigar out, blew some smoke in my face and said, not at all.

I began by admiring his bulge through the jeans with my hands, rubbing it through the fabric, feeling its length as it pulsed. I then brought my mouth up to it and sucked on his length, hoping to get a taste of it through the fabric. After running my mouth along its length, I then reached for zipper and released the pressure that was building. Seeing his dick wrapped in his white jock strap drove me wild. A wet spot near the tip of his cock clearly suggested some precum and sweat caught in the fabric. I brought my mouth straight to that spot and suck any juice from the fabric I could. The smell of his manliness became intense as I was forced to breath through my nose, while sucking intently on the head of his cock through jockstrap. The sweaty and salty aromas of this man and sweat taste of precum were sensory overload. I paused and looked up at him. He was staring down with an intense gaze, holding the cigar just a little away from lips as he blew another plume of smoke my way. I almost became dizzy, blood rushing to my head, swirling with over stimulation. He saw my daze and grabbed my head forcing me back onto his crotch. I then focused again on his jockstrap and cock beneath. I sucked some more until I could not seem to extract any new flavors. I pulled back on his hands holding me down, and then used my hands to pull jockstrap down to release his dick from its containment.

As people walked by, I knew that all the could see was a hot muscular older man leaning against a wall smoking his cigar. Hidden from waste down by a large dumpster, they did not see me bring the head of his cock to my eager lips. I used my fingers along his shaft to try and force any remaining precum stored in his cock to the tip of his slit. I lapped up all juice I could extract, swirling it and the head of his cock around my tongue. I saw from the smirk and fact he was avoiding my look he was enjoying this immensely. As he continued to puff on his cigar, I worked his cock head around my mouth trying to get it nicely wet, I then slowly made my way down his shaft trying to take more and more of him. Slowly, and after many deep breaths,  I reached the base of his shaft. With his whole member down my throat, I sniffed in his smells as best I could. I then tried to extend my tongue down to see if I could tickle his balls but my mouth was over extended. I enjoyed trying. He then brought the cigar back to his lips, perching it in his mouth, looked down and took my head in both hands and pulled me off his cock before ramming me back down with full force. It was shocking and aggressive, making me disorientated. He repeated this over and over again. I slowly stopped resisting and allowed myself to connect with the rhythm, allowing his large member to slide in and down my throat. I became excited by this aggressive face fucking I was getting. I felt my dick get harder with each thrust. I keep trying to get a look at this stud and cigar in his mouth to intensify the sensations I was feeling. With each thrust, his dick got more and more lubricated with my salvia, making it easier and easier to take him. As he got more and more aggressive, I knew he was close. Then he whispered he was about to cum. I took control and  released my head from his grip, and grabbed his cock and placed just the head in my mouth and worked the shaft with my hands. I looked up and told him I want him to cum in my mouth. However I also wanted to taste him on my tongue and feel his seed hit the back of his throat. He smiled and let me do my thing. As I hoped he focused again on his cigar as I worked his cock watching him. Despite the anticipation of his load, I did not want this moment to end. How often will I have a hot man cigar man allowing me the pleasure of working his cock while he smoked. I had dreamed about this moment. With that thought I felt his shaft pulse and he started to lean forward as I felt his seed shoot into my mouth. The force of it brought my focus back on his cock. I closed my eyes and took in each explosion of cum. Feeling its thick warm semen coat my tongue. I began to suck on the head of his dick, trying to force more out. I allowed the cum to slowly go down my throat as I continued to clean his member and take ever last drop. His body became limp and I stood up. With his dick clean, I put it back in his jock strap and jeans and licked my lips. As he  did up his zipper I took the cigar back and inhaled. Leaning back on the trash can, it was my turn to smirk at him. Once his cock was tucked back in his pants, he looked up at me and smiled. He then he repeated, “like I said, not many of his friends appreciate cigars like we do”. The use of the we made me a little weak. He then told me that next time he would like me to try one of his cigars, and maybe next time we could go somewhere we could also enjoy some whiskey with our cigar. I told him that would be great, and we exchanged numbers. We told ourselves this was the initiation of the cigar appreciation club. As we walked out the alley, I was reminded that he drove a souped-up car. I then turned to him and said that I was also a car admirer, and we might need to form a second admiration club for that. I told him I had ideas on how we could initiate this club. He smirked again and said, sounds like a plan. As he walked away, I found myself again staring at his arse gliding in those jeans and listening to the thump of his boots. And I realized I had a many  inspirations.