Intimidating stranger

I could feel his stare as I was smoking my cigar on the balcony… He was loitering on the corner, leaning against his car, watching the world go by. Occasionally he would stare my way. The stare was always very intense. I was not sure if he was just pissed that I was fouling his air with my smoke or something more, but his gaze seemed to say it was something else. I tried to ignore him and just enjoy the beautiful day but I could not. He was hot, and part of me was hoping this could lead to more.

It had been a crazy week and enjoying a relaxing afternoon smoking a cigar and drinking a beer was all I wanted to do. I was new to the cigar game but I liked how it made me feel so I was trying my best to focus on myself. As an older gay man I have come to embrace my "daddiness"… In my transition from cute twink to mature man, I knew I had to reinvent myself. I let my beard grow, wore more leather and worked out more intensely to compensate. As I explored this side of me more, I also discovered that having a fat cigar between my lips made me feel more manly, but more importantly really turned me on in ways I didn't expect. Something about smoking these bad boys ignited in me something I never felt before and was loving it. As a result you could often find me sitting on my balcony just enjoying a cigar, invigorated in how it fueled the manliness in me, not to mention it also made me horny as fuck and I love it. However, today this guy staring was taking away from my enjoyment. It was making me feel like an imposter and I started to question how much this was real or me just acting. 

In part this was because this guy seemed to naturally represent everything I was trying to be. With his huge build, thick black and white beard, bald head and aggressive stare, he was intimidating and sexy as fuck. As much as I tried to ignore him he wouldn't stop looking my way. As he waited on the corner next to his shiny black mustang he just oozed alphaness. He was a stark contrast to me and all i tried to be. After some awkward glances, he caught my attention and nodded his head my way, tipping his head towards the front door of my apartment complex. I was at first taken aback, but then I nervously nodded as he strolled towards our building. Not sure what was happening, but I blurted out my apartment number loudly and he then buzzed my door. Scared and turned on, I did not know what was about to happen but was excited. I waited for what seemed ages, then I heard his heavy footsteps coming up my staircase. Finally it was followed by a loud aggressive knock at my door. 

I opened the door and saw this man up close. He looked even bigger standing in my doorway, with his black leather boots and muscular build. Wearing tight jeans that highlighted his powerful thighs and loose black t-shirt he commanded my attention without saying a word. He walked in and strode up to me, and stood inches away. My heart was racing as he then took my cigar from my lips and brought it to his own. He took a long inhale and stared me straight in my eyes and then blew smoke in my face. I was frozen, scared, but also extremely aroused. I did not know what he was about to do but I couldn't get the courage to say a word. He then took another inhale, brought the cigar away from lips, looked at it and said, "nice cigar." With a quiver in my voice I replied, yeah it's one of my favorites. He just smiled. 

He then turned around and sat himself down in my armchair, as he commanded that he'd love a beer with his cigars. Grateful for the break from the intensity of the moment, I went to the fridge, opened a bottle and brought it to him. As I sat down on the sofa across from him, he took a swig and inquired, "so how'd a boy like you get into cigars?". Before I could say something, he mockingly asked if it made me feel more like a man? I could feel myself blush as his stare made me think he saw through me and my games. I felt like an imposter given how natural that cigar looked on him. Feeling exposed I just nodded and confessed, I do like itl when I have a cigar between my lips. He smiled and said, he understood completely, as he took another inhale. Then he added, "but sometimes a cigar is not just a cigar" and with that he smirked. I blushed again… Not breaking his stare, he added , "...sometimes a cigar is a good substitute for a hard cock." 

With that he spread his legs to expose the growing bulge in his groin, then leaned back, stared at me harder and asked, don't you agree? As he said this, I started to sweat more, and just nodded my head. He laughed a little, and then added, I thought you might be a cock-sucking faggot. I was taken back at first by his aggressive tone but I had to admit I was also seriously turned on by his cockiness. Realizing that I liked where this was going, I got some courage and confessed it was hard to ignore my attraction to cigars, and men who smoked them. He then raised his hands behind his head and replied, I guess it's lucky for me I found this cigar. He then undid the zipper and released his huge 8 inch cock from his pants, and then brought the cigar back up to his lips. It was clear that he was well aware of his appeal and how to use it to command attention. I tried to act casual but clearly my intense stare and mouth agape made it clear that he had me under his spell. He then just smirked, aware of how much control he had over me. He then asked, if this is what I fantasized about when smoking my cigars? ending with "You cock-sucker!" I tried to hide my surprise, but it was clear from my gaze that there was some truth to his statement. 

Despite how hot the scene before me was, I was still frozen in place. He clearly noticed how intimidated I was, and broke the silence reminding me that his cock was not going to suck itself. With those words I eagerly approached him, and went to my knees so his cock was inches from my face. I looked up at him from below, cigar hanging from lips, as he smirked, grabbed his cock and used it to slap me in my face. With this, I opened up wide and allowed him to direct his cock into my awaiting mouth. Once the head of his cock was between my lips, I excitedly began to suck his member, using my tongue to lick up any precum he already produced. Due to his large girth it took awhile for my mouth to get used to his size, but I slowly made my way down his shaft until I was balls deep. I let myself pause as I consumed his whole cock, struggling to breathe through my nose. Clearly impressed with my skills, he grabbed my head and held me in place and let me know what a good boy i was. With his hand still in place, he began to thrust his hips up and down to fuck my face hard. I struggled to take it in at first but quickly got in sync with his rhythm as he forced his cock in and out of my mouth. After some time he took a break, and while I caught my breath he took an inhale of his cigar and blew smoke into my face. I smiled and thanked him. 

He continued to stare down at me and then he bent down to kiss me on the lips, his beard rubbing against my face, the taste of his cigar on his tongue. I was in ecstacy. He was right, I had fantasized about this moment many times, but was not going to let him know. As I leant into him for another kiss, he extended his hand down my back, reaching for my arse. I leaned forward further, so I was now staring over his shoulder to give him easier access. He then pulled down my pants with one swift movement and placed his one hand firmly on my arse check. With the scent of his cigar close to my face, I felt his fingers begin to probe my hole. At first one finger, then two and finally three… he began to aggressively stretch my hole. I started to worry he might try to get his whole fist in my arse but instead he stopped, pulled his fingers out and told me to bend over the coffee table. I eagerly complied. He then stood up, adjusted his cigar, and then took his cock and directed it to my waiting hole. With a few large inhales he spat a dollop of his cigar soaked saliva in my hole before pausing then ramming his cock down my hole as far as it would go. I screamed in pain. He stopped and allowed me to recover before pushing it further in. My cries of pain slowly turned to moans of ecstacy. With that he began to drill his cock harder and faster into my arse. Then with one hand he pushed my head down on table and grabbed my waist with his other and fucked me harder and harder. I tried my best to tighten my arse around his cock, gripping it as best I could. With that I heard his breathing increase and then he gave one final push as he shot his load up my arse. I felt his body quiver with her each load. 

After he had completely expelled all his man juices in my arse, he slowly pulled out and retreated back to his seat. He took the cigar from mouth, laid it on the table and drank his beer. I smiled at him and he smiled back telling me, I had one fucking hot cunt. With that, I thanked him, grabbed my cigar back and took a big inhale. I could taste him on the cigar. He stared back and watched as I finished his cigar. He told me how natural I looked smoking cigars and that they suited me. I was a little surprised but thanked him and confessed how watching him made me feel like a poser. I told him I was new to it but enjoying how sexy they made me feel. He just smiled and told me it'll take awhile to grow into, and truly embody a real cigar daddy. With that I took another drag of cigar as we continued to exchange intense glares. Our interaction was just making me hornier. He could see that I was getting more turned on. He then asked if I needed someone to help me on my way from cigar pig to cigar daddy. I just smiled and asked if he knew someone. He smiled back and said he knew the perfect guy. I just grinned, then he asked if I wanted to start my training now… I just smiled and replied, maybe after I finish this cigar.