Tobacconist’s Blend

[CigarBear68]

Bit of a lag between chapters....

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It’s been a busy week or so.  I should have another chapter up in the next few days.  Sorry about the delay.

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Part 5.

 

   As I walked out of the booth and toward the three men milling around down the rows of booths I felt a simultaneous chill and flash of heat wash up my body to my face.  I had to have gone beet red, but it wasn’t from embarassment.  I could feel every thud of my heart and it seemed to be pumping all the blood in my body away from my brain straight into my groin and my cock strained out as hard as I’ve ever been.  One of the men looked dead at me.

    “We’ve got an eager one here,” said to the others as he motioned easily toward me.  

     “I’ll be damned,” another half laughed, “he’s bold, I’ll give him that.”  With that they began to ease down their flys.

     Bold.  I was actually scared completely out of my mind and so buzzed with adrenaline I almost couldn’t breathe.  It seemed like forever squeezed into a ten second walk.

    As I reached them, they all had their cocks out in varied states of hardness.  The one who had first spotted me looked at the one who was the hardest and then looked back at me, “Get to taking care of him first,” he said with a nod of his head, “we’ll enjoy the show.”

    I walked a few more steps until I was just a foot or so from him.  He looked to be somewhere just north of 60 as he came into better focus in the dim hallway lights.  He was about my height, but well stockier than me.  He carried most of his weight from the chest down and he opened up his shirt to reveal a full beer belly with grey hair that thickened down to his cock where it seemed like a jungle of white fur. Some guys would brush him off as a troll, but with my task at hand I couldn’t, and truthfully—wouldn’t be so picky.  He was uncut and sported a hard, thick 7 inches with a knot of foreskin tight around the head.  I damn near drooled as I saw that.  A hard piece of meat with that much skin was my weakness.

     “Get down on your knees,” he said quietly, firmly as he gripped my right shoulder and began pressing down.  I went to my knees but I didn’t remember the descent.  My eyes on that meaty cock were the only sense I had that worked at that moment.  “Tip your head back and open your mouth,” he pressed with the fingers of his free right hand firmly against my forehead. I relaxed into the tilted position he seemed to be aiming for and my mouth hung open.  Not gaping, just relaxed and ready for what he was going to provide.  He touched that knot of skin to my upper lip and squeezed out a single large drop of precum which balanced for a moment and then dropped whole down onto my tongue.  As it hit, I tasted that concentrated swirl of sweet bitterness I loved so much.  My eyes rolled back in my head from just that small taste and they got a kick out of my reaction.

    “Damn, man!” The so far silent one just behind me to my left said with a chuckle, “he’s ready to go to town on your cock!”

    The man in front of me chuckled a little too,  “before tonight, this little bitch wouldn’t even look at me.”  He craned his head down so he could see me fully just under the crest of his belly.  “I’m fairly hard, but you need to get this cock to push this knot out of the way.”  He then dropped his pants fully to the floor, the belt buckle clanking like a hammer had dropped.  “To get this head out you need to...” with that word, he turned his ass to me, “eat my asshole you little whore.  Get in there deep with your tongue and make me believe you deserve the load I’m building up.

      And there was his ass.  Only dusted with the white fur and almost glowing with its paleness.  He bent over slightly and pulled his ham-like cheeks apart and there was his hole.  It looked clean and my tongue snaked out of my mouth like it had a mind of its own.  I leaned right in and worked my way into his tight sphincter.  “At least he showered at some point today,” I thought as I formed a solid, sucking lip lock on his asshole.  As the soft flesh began to part I almost saw myself from outside my body, my face buried and eclipsed by this man’s hefty ass cheeks.  I dug in and worked my now flexed tongue deeper into his hole while maintaining unbroken suction on this ring.  He groaned out a sound of enjoyment and I smiled inside.  I live for the moments when I am responsible for having that kind of impact.  After a few minutes of licking, sucking, chewing, and mining his relaxed hole, he released his cheeks from his grip and I almost felt suffocated in ass as they dropped back together.  His left hand pushed me back just the smallest bit and he turned so his cock was level with my mouth.  He was fully hard now and a good amount larger than I had originally seen.  “Suck my balls boy,” he whispered hoarsely, “Get them both in your mouth and make me feel like you love them more than any other goddamned thing on earth.” 

    With that, he pulled his hard cock up and out of the way exposing two egg shaped balls hanging quite a distance from their root.  I leaned forward and sucked one and then softly the other into my drooling mouth.  I had them both in and the taste of his sweat mixed with the scent of his day’s worth of musk were overwhelming and sent me deeper into heat.  At this moment I completely and totally loved these balls and the feel of his hairy sac in my wet, hot mouth.  He then began to drop his hard cock randomly into my face, making a quiet slap every time it hit.  And when it hit, a good pool of precum would splatter out and form sticky pools where the cock rested momentarily.  After cock slapping me 6 or 7 times, I felt like my face was fairly soaked in that tasty, sticky wetness.  

    “Get off my balls boy, and get this rod into your mouth,”  I’m close and I don’t want to waste another drop.  I popped those balls out gently and they swung back, pulling his dripping fuckstick right to lip level.  I opened up and sucked him inside.  

     It felt like his thick dick was on fire as I drove further down toward the densely furry base.  He was pumping out precum liberally now and the taste was even better as it took over and coated every square millimeter of my sucking hole.  He put his hands firmly on the back of my head and began to rock his meat into and barely out of my mouth.  He seemed to be getting harder and thicker with every thrust and the leaking a steady thick stream, almost like thick maple syrup.  He pulled nearly all the way out and then pushed back quickly and decisively into my mouth as deep as he could manage, my face buried deep in his thick cock hair the only limit on pushing farther.  He held me still with his meat fully buried to my lips, and started to gasp just a little bit.  With that I felt his balls tighten up against my chin.  I closed my eyes and began to suck in earnest.  Then that thick slab began to pulse in large waves and his cum began to flood into my cheeks and throat.  I tightened my lips as hard as I could, clamping off any possible exit for the seed pouring into me.  I needed every single drop.  As I held tight and swallowed as quickly as possible, I could hear a jangling on either side of me.  Not loud, but fast and regular.  As the last jets of cum died away, he pushed my head back away, clear of his spit soaked cock.  I leaned my head back to take a breath and that’s when I realized what the jangling was.  The two other men were furiously pumping their cocks on either side of my face and suddenly they cut loose on me, shooting a full coverage steam that almost fully coated my face.  The cum was hot and somehow heavy on my skin and I just knelt there taking every jet perfectly still until they were done.  And when they were done, I had a huge amount of jizz layered on me.  

    Before I could really take a breather and process what had happened both men reached down and began to smear their loads all over my face and into my hair.  Before they were finished, I was fully coated from my chin to the nape of my neck with a layer of cooling cum.  Problem one was, though, I’d only gotten one load down my throat.  As I kneeled, sticky and dazed, one of the men turned to me and said, “If you want more action, you’ll need to hit the theater,” he waved toward the blinding entry.  “There’s about twenty guys over there and I’m sure they’d love a piece of your action.”

   With that, I pushed myself up to my feet and began to head back to my booth.  I heard a solid laugh behind me so I looked at him and gave a confused look.  “Why are you laughing?”

    “Your clothes and stuff aren’t in there anymore,” he said with an even harder laugh.  “When you were eating his asshole, we got your stuff and took it to the theater for safekeeping.  You’ll get it back when you’re done.  The guy with the pipe said you’d love it!” And then he laughed his way out the door and onto the sales floor and out of sight.  

   At that moment I knew three things.  First, he theater had a separate entrance all the way on the other side of the store. Second, it required a separate ticket charge to enter.  And third, I had exactly no means to pay my way in.  As the cum stiffened into a semi-hardened mask on my face and in my hair, I mulled over my options.  It was obvious there was only one.  Was I ready for that?

 

[CigarBear68]

Great to read more of the story! Excellent chapter?

[Need2submit]

Hope it was worth the wait...  The real depravity is only just beginning.

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Part 6.

 

    As I walked to the exit of the video booths, the light from the main room of the store nearly blinded me.  My eyes weren’t ready for the blast of harsh fluorescent light pouring in and I shivered, completely naked just inside the doorway.  The halls and the booths were warm and humid with the sex sweat of the hundred or so men who had been banging it out through the day, but the showroom was sparse with glass cases filled with dildos, plugs, cock rings, and all kinds of implements of ass destruction. The air seemed thinner the closer I stepped to the light and my heart almost pounded out of my cum caked chest.  I could feel the jizz solidifying on my face, in my hair, and all down my body and all the stimulation made my cock as hard as it ever had been.  I had to get into that theater and there was nothing to do but do it.  

   My right foot hit the white tile floor and I was on display now, completely.  There was nowhere to hide at all.  As I got to the first display case I saw a collection of buttplug—always my favorite toy.  My mind wandered away and it was like I wasn’t bare assed naked, but just browsing casually.  My eye caught a black silicon plug, almost the same as the one I had at home.  A medium.  Still a struggle to get it past my tight hole, but so goddamned amazing when the thickest part finally breached and quickly popped inside.  I loved that plug and even wore it to the tobacco shop on the occasional night.  6 hours of serving the public with that beauty in made me begin to consider a pair of adult diapers to simply keep my flowing precum from soaking the front of my jeans.

    “HEY!” The shout ripped me right out of my dream state.  Shit.  It was the guy behind the register and he’d finally looked up from his phone to see me.  “What in the EVERLOVING FUCK are you doing?!?”

   “I just need to get into the theater,” I said as best I could with the cum mask stiffining the skin on my face.

   “You know we’re supposed to call the cops if one of you booth beasts pops out here looking like you,” that thought made him laugh pretty deeply.  He rolled that around in his head for a good long minute.

    “Please, man, they took my stuff and it’s in there,” I explained—poorly beneath cum spiked hair and hard rivulets of cum all over my cheeks and nose and chin.

    “Theater costs ten bucks, slut,” he chuckled, looking me up and down hard,  “you got a ten spot hiding on you someplace?”  As I went to speak, he interrupted sharply.  “Ah, that’s right, your pals have all your stuff in there.  Fun pals you got, leaving you high and, well, you ain’t quite dry yet, are you punk?”

    I bowed my head and shook out a weak “no”.

    “Ahhh, hell slut, I was just fucking around with you about the cop thing,” he laughed again, less forboding this time, somewhere between genial and devious.  “We can work out a way for you to pay your way in.  Now, get over here to the counter, and, while you’re by that display, grab that plug.” 

    I sheepishly grabbed the twin for the one I had at home.  “Hey, not that little popper!” He snapped,  “That one’s for women.  You might be a fucked up bitch, but you ain’t no woman.  Grab the large and get your ass over here.”

    I swept my hand up and grabbed the “large” and it was at least twice the size as mine.  It also was significantly heavier, the silicon covering a steel core with a solid steel ball bearing inside that clanked hard with every move.  Just having it in my hand made my ass clench in pain.  But I did what I was told and walked up to the counter.   The plug clomped to the glass top and the attendant looked me dead in the eye.

   “They really did a number on you boy,” he said under his breath as he thoroughly looked me over.  “Boys must have been saving up for days to get that much out.”  Then he looked dead in my eyes and cocked his head to the side. “You look like a two dollar whore right now.  A real cumdump slut.  Well, maybe not a cumdump YET,” he said as he reached across the counter and down between my legs.  His finger pressed up against my hole and hit dry resistance.  “Oh yeah, you haven’t had cock in there for a while.  I’ll bet you’re just aching to get out of all this light and get to working on all those hard cocks waiting for you,” he levelled his solid gaze dead in my eyes.  “It’s still 10 dollars to get in there.”

     This was getting a little frustrating and was pumping the hell out of my blood.  The frustration was so strong I hadn’t noticed my cock had gotten even harder and was leaking like a fountain.

     “Looks like you have to earn your money by being a real goddamned two dollar whore.  Get around this case and hit those knees faggot.  I want to feel you work.”

    Almost like teleporting I was on my knees, back arched, head craned up, and waiting for further instructions.  I saw him dig something out of his back pocket.  Two one dollar bills.  He brought them to his mouth, spit on them and then roughly slapped them onto my glazed forehead,  “now you’re paid you little goddamned whore, suck my cock well” he said working his thick dick out of his jeans.  And as it worked out I was hypnotized.  It was thick as hell and it didn’t seem to have an end as he kept pulling it out and forward.  Did he have a hose reel in there? I thought...  in a second though it was out, hard, and the piss slit was pressed against my lips. 

     “Suck that cock well boy” he growled down at me, grabbing the back of my head, “suck it really well and you get to parlay your two dollars into ten.”  And before he had finished the last word I had that cock working it’s way slowly into my wet mouth.  I felt his incredible thickness stretching muscles that I didn’t even know I had, wedging my jaw down sharply and before I realized,  his fat cock head was knocking on the door of my throat.  I felt like something was going to snap, but he pressed further and my lips and tongue did their very best to pleasure this pole.  The tension and pain and invasion of my face blocked all pain I might have felt and he pushed down deeper, splitting my almost virgin throat wide open.  He fucked my face hard and deep and made my lips a foamed up mess of precum and spit.  I looked like a mad dog whore and I felt like one too.  My tongue was on auto pilot and from the sounds he was making, it knew what it was doing.  After a few minutes of hard face rape he stiffened up and exploded.  The cum shot out like a pressure washer, blasting down my throat and filling me uncomfortably full.  Fuck but I was turned on.  Naked for everyone to see, and whoring my mouth out to a complete stranger.  My dick dripped even more precum, and I struggled to keep from blacking out.

     Slowly he pulled that monster out with a big smile on his face.  “You earned the theater, cocksucker.  Damn fine job.  I’ll be in after a while and take that pussy asshole of yours so be fucking ready bitch.”  He laughed again as I slowly pulled myself up to standing.  As I turned to get back around the counter, he grabbed my shoulder.  “Just a second...”

   He turned and was fiddling with something and then quickly turned back.  He’d attached the large plug to a chain necklace, and then he lifted the chain around my neck.  The plug dropped heavily against my chest.  He looked me dead in the eyes again, “you’ve got a fan in there who ponied up the cash for this plug.  He calls himself CigarBear but all I saw him smoking was a big dark pipe.” The attendant looked me over one more time. “He’s definitely going to give your hole a solid fuckdown.  And that plug is just the cherry on top.”

    I slid around the counter and started my journey to the theater.  I could hear a lot of voices rumbling from inside the darkened doorway and even more, I could smell the smoke.  That was my blend in there and I was going to feel that cock of his soon...

 

[sleazebugga]

Hot as fuck. More please

[Hothole4loads]

I need to be whored out and pozzed like this. Holy fuck!

[CigarBear68]

Excellent new chapter! Glad you got it posted! 

[Need2submit]

It’s been a while, and I apologize for the wait, but here it is...

 

Part 7.

 

     As I crossed from the harsh light of the store into the theater, my eyes were blurred both by the dark room and the cooling, but still sticky cum that had worked its way down my forehead.  It was hard to piece together what I was seeing, but it seemed like a mass of men were standing around faced toward my naked body.  

      Once fully out of the light, a door slid closed behind me and a sharp click pinged in my ears.  Until that moment, I didn’t even know the theater had a door, let alone one that locked.  At nearly the same time, as I was about to turn to the sound, a hand gripped my shoulder and a hot wave of tobacco smoke washed over me.  It was him and there was no mistaking it.

     “You did a good job listening so far,” he said in a harsh whisper into my hear, more smoke winding by, caught in the stray light of the projected scene of a twink in a sling.  “I needed you to prove yourself.  Prove TO yourself, that you are the gutter slut you barely could imagine.  Right now, you’re going to learn how far you’re willing to go.”  He laughed a bit and I felt his other arm slide over my shoulder and press the warmth of the knurled bowl of his pipe into my ribs, just below my hardening nipple.  “I brought some friends from the club for this little encounter.  It’s a holiday party, and your ass is our present to ourselves.”  As soon as those words left his mouth, he firmly gripped the skin of my neck between his teeth, his goatee delivering a shiver down my body.

    “Holiday party?” I dimly thought to myself.  “What holiday?”  I wasn’t that deep into gay culture so I couldn’t be sure if this was something I was supposed to know.  I got lost in that particular thought for a bit until I felt his hands grab me hard, digging in deep, using my hipbones to swivel me hard left.  He then released his right hand and rammed it into my back, directly between my shoulder blades.  He bent me in half like a cheap pocket knife.

     “This is gonna hurt you a lot more than it’s going to hurt me,” he said loudly, through this teeth tightly clenching his pipe, “at first, that is.  But when my cock is done with your hole, nothing’s gonna hurt anymore.”

     With that his hand slid around my arm and scooped up the cum still wet on my chest.  He pulled it back and jammed his finger deep into my hole, hard, popping my eyes and blasting the air out of my lungs.  His palm and other fingers spread the cooled cum all around my hole, lubing me.  That middle finger rolled around my tight ring fast, sweeping what felt like every millimeter of my clenching rectum and fighting the fear tightened grip my asshole.  He was forcing the issue and I was getting the message.  Then, he yanked that finger out as hard as he had jammed it in, but it was curled into a hook as it exited.  It felt for a second like he lifted me off my feet.

      Then, he pulled my folded body against his and his steel hard cock lodged between my ass cheeks.  It slid up and back down leaving a full wide trail of precum as it traveled and I felt the ball of his PA trace out a line as he worked.  With a flash, he pulled back, grabbed me by the hip bone again and drove his cock balls deep into me.

     It did hurt.  It hurt a lot.  It hurt so fucking bad, my brain scrambled back into the neighborhood of clarity.  I hadn’t been fucked that much before, and when it happened, I had some trust built up.  I was smart, I’d thought.  Trust made me safe somehow.  But now, a guy I’d met a few hours earlier, someone I probably couldn’t pick out of a police lineup, was fucking  me harder than I’d ever thought possible.  Bare.  Hell, even if he had been wearing a rubber, it would have never survived that initial thrust.  It would have shredded just like my insides felt at this moment.  His cock burned as it bottomed out, and burned even harder as he yanked it back to the thick rim of his cockhead.  I felt like I was a sock being pulled inside out.  The word “STOP” rang out like a claxon inside my skull, but it came out of my mouth, “YESSSSSS!  FUCK YESSSSSSSS!”

    Then came that laugh again, and that laugh went through his group of friends like an electric shock focused back at me.  He held his cock hard and still, the head just on the business side of my cramped hole.  “Told you’d it hurt!  But you had that chance to make this stop.  You chose correctly.”  I could hear him take a huge draw off his pipe and he sounded like a locomotive boiler building steam.  “Now...”

      The amount of time it took him to spit all that out was all the time I had to gather up the breath that had been knocked out of me.  Instantly it was kicked back out of me.  He slammed into me even harder, even deeper this time.  I was surrounded by his smoke and the smell of hot cum radiating off my body.  I shook hard, was shaken hard, and my ears were ringing with the pain shooting through me.  Through that ringing I could hear the group hooting at the fucking being delivered into me. It could have been ten minutes or an hour since he started.  Somewhere inside the pain, I felt the insane pleasure building.  I could also feel his core tightening.  He slowed to a slow driving, deeply rocking rhythm.  It was then his hand released again and gripped me by my hair.  He drew me up to his mouth.

   “You feel good now?”

    I nodded as best I could.

   “I’m glad, but it didn’t matter either way.”

    I nodded again.

    “Get back down.”

     I did, faster than I thought I could.  His pounding slowed more, but he wasn’t pulling back as far and was somehow pounding even deeper.  I felt him get harder, if that was even possible.  Then he pushed until it felt like his balls were penetrating me.

     “I’m guessing you still don’t know what kind of party this is,” he gripped until his fingers felt like they’d go right through me.  “It’s a welcoming party.”  

    “Welcoming?”  It wasn’t out loud.  But it echoed anyway.

    “Now,” he sucked in his breath hard. And then he shot.  And he shot.  And he shot.  It was like boiling metal inside me, but soothing at the same time.  As the as the throbs through his cock slowed, and he held himself deep while he finished, he yanked my head back up to his mouth.  He’d never let the pipe out from between his teeth.

    “Just so you know, I’m CigarDad.  And welcome.”  He yanked his cock out of me and I fell to my knees.  As I lifted up, I saw the group waking toward me.  My eyes cleared and I saw it.  As the lead guy reached me, in thick black ink, just off center and above his hard cock, a scorpion dripping venom from its tail.  

    My mouth opened and took his cock in deep.  Behind me, another cock pushed into my swollen, broken hole.  It pushed into me.  And I was home.

    

 

[Need2submit]

Ugh, late night typo. “Cigar BEAR”, not “Cigar DAD”.  I’m an idiot.

[Cohiba]

Love this story !