My Education of the Summer

[BoYGaSM]

My curiosity is where the look alike brother comes into this lol

[LthrRaw]

What an amazing story! Being the the proud poz incubator son of 2 hot, horny smoke PozDaddies is my ultimate fantasy.

There is nothing stronger than the bond between a Daddy and his boy bound by smoke and the family strain. Devoted to servicing Daddy's needs, worshiping his cock and addicted to his poz cum. Sex is smoke. Smoke is sex. They are an essential combination that fuel each other and feed the soul.

A good boy should always beg his Daddy for toxic replenishment to let him know his delicious gifts are going to be gratefully received and savored. A reoccurring detail in your story that I adore. WOOF!

When a boy gets whiff of his Daddy's pipe/cigar smoke his cock and hole should instinctively throb with anticipation and arouse the family strain in his blood knowing Daddy's balls are full and aching for release. He should immediately spring to attention. His sole focus and purpose to pleasure his Daddy and harvest his dirty cum.

I had to read that last chapter in 2 sessions. When Daddy pulled out his pipe out and started hauling it tipped me over the edge and I shot a massive load (with my briar clenched in my jaw billowing thick clouds naturally) Looking forward to the next installment!

[curiousaboutbb]

Another hot story!

[kente]

Such a fucking hot story. Please give us more chapters 

[pozpopperpig]

Another hot chapter!  Can't wait until the next lesson for more deflowering of the new slut.

[leatherpunk16]

A solid story. I especially like the detail, and how thorough it feels. Lots of possibility for growth and twists that keep a story interesting. The next instalment will likely be a ride, too. 

[kspozcum]

@Medwaym Wouldn't be one of my stories with it, lol

@nymidtowneast Who knows? Lots of characters in play in the later chapters.

@PozBearWI Definitely one of several possibilities I had written down

@BoYGaSM Who knows.... not me.... 😛

@LthrRaw Glad you enjoyed it. Definitely where I am going with the story.

@curiousaboutbb Sorry, was busy last week and this. Just got a chance to finish the chapter.

@pozpopperpig Sorry for the delay. Hope this chapter is up to par.

@leatherpunk16 Yeah, I try to be as complete on my scene building and mapping out what the character is doing as I can. There will be a few twists, that can be certain. 😉

 

Sorry for the delay this week. Had to work extra and just got a day off today. Hope everyone enjoys! And as always, don't hesitate to make suggestions or guesses. Never know what might be correct or added to the story. 🙂

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Lesson 5: The Seed- Finding Purpose and Happiness in Life and Work

Quickly, I shoved the cash quickly back into the envelope and stuffed it in my back pocket before walking into the kitchen and set the bag on the counter.

 

Turning my attention to the box of cigars, I took it out and quickly counted how many there were.  Taking in the dark brown sticks, clad in a bright red wrapper and a scorpion on the side, I did a quick bit of mental math. I would have to smoke at least 3 a day to finish them in a week.

 

Looking over at the clock, which now proudly said 12:07, I looked around for the list left by my parents, inwardly glad there would plenty of time to get everything done, smoke the first cigar, and then get ready for the dinner tonight.

 

I worked quickly in silence, vaguely aware at the slick damp feeling in my asscrack as two fresh poz loads slowly seeped out of the abused remains of my ass. Satisfied the dishes were loaded and running, the laundry was collected and running, and making a quick run around downstairs with the small vacuum my mom kept in the kitchen, I then sat down at the kitchen table before pulling out the first cigar.

 

Previously, Mike and Greg had either given me their already prepared cigars, or in the case of today, an already prepared unlit one. My memory quickly went back to watching them cut and prep them the night before. Still slightly unsure, I decided to turn to the internet, hoping there would be decent instructions on how to cut it.

 

As soon as I opened my phone, a sudden ding of a new message caused me to nearly drop it. Just as Greg had promised, it was a group text with a picture of me in the sling.

 

Holy fuck, I thought to myself, I look so fucking hot.

 

There on the screen was me, legs up in the air with a gaping open asshole, glossy white cum drooling out of the wrecked remains of my tight asshole, and my freshly shot load sprayed across my face and chest. The look on my face was one I had seen a few times on a porn of someone after a hard fucking; eyes slightly glazed, face flushed, and a trail of cigar smoke drifting up from the short cigar nub sticking out of my jaw.

 

I really did looked like a freshly fucked whore on one of the BDSM sites I had checked out on a whim one night a year or two ago. Instantly,  I felt my dick get harder and my asshole got a slight ache, reminding me of the fun I had just had. I eventually had to shake myself out of it as I saw the tell-tale bubble with three dots appear as Mike typed out his reply.

 

Damn! I missed you smoking your first full cigar! Mike’s message popped up quickly, followed by, You look so fucking sexy boy! Wish I could have stayed and fed you more.

 

Feeling myself blush slightly, I could only muster a quick thanks, before minimizing the text and going to the web, looking up quickly how to properly cut a cigar.

 

Following the instructions to the letter, I cut the cigar, and hoping it was correct, swept the remains of the cigar’s cap into my hand, as I learned it was called. Tossing the bits of tobacco into the trash, I grabbed the lighter and stepped out the back door into my yard, shoving my phone into my pocket.

 

“Jesus…” I groaned to myself, as the heat and humidity hit me with actual physical force, the epitome of the midwestern summer, “It’s like the ass crack of Stan today."

 

Slowly, I trudged towards the woods lining our property line, cigar in one hand and lighter in the other. I was hoping that maybe in the shade, it would be better to smoke the cigar, knowing that if I were to try and smoke it in the sun, I’d likely melt or die of heat exhaustion. There was only some relief as I stepped into the shade, making my way deeper into the woods.

 

Growing up, I was thankful that there was a park so close to our house, with just a 5 minute walk through the woods to reach the path. Today I was actually equally glad, though I guess for a different reason.

 

Eventually I reached about 2/3 of the way to the park path, finally cooling off in the shade of the trees and sitting on the trunk of an old fallen tree. Thankfully it was probably a good ten degrees cooler under the trees. Sitting down, I slowly let myself catch my breath, realizing that the short walk in the humidity had actually taken my breath away somewhat.

 

Looking at the cigar in my hand, I contemplated what to do next for a moment. Should I light the cigar first, then take a selfie, or take it while?

 

Quickly, I decided on the former, and thinking back to what Greg had done, I lit my lighter and held the flame under the foot of the cigar. I slowly began to puff on it, rotating it between puffs. Instinctively, I felt my dick begin to harden.

 

Satisfied I had it lit, I took it out of my mouth, looking at the end of the cigar. Thankfully, it was fully lit, with an even bright red cherry across the foot as the internet had instructed. Shoving it back in my mouth, I began to puff on it. Looking around, I took in the quiet scenery, while slowly rubbing my dick on the outside of my shorts. After a few minutes, I pulled out my phone and took a quick selfie before sending it to the group text.

 

Horny, I pulled down my pants and began to stroke my dick, as I puffed on the large cigar in my mouth. A quick sound of a twig breaking caused me to suddenly rocket upright and look around, afraid someone had somehow came upon me while feeling myself up half naked in the woods. My heart started beating hard as I pulled the cigar out of my mouth, like a scared kid who had just had his parents walk in on him.

 

However, I saw nothing there. No person telling me off, not even an animal. Letting out a sigh of relief, I let out a large cloud of smoke I hadn’t even been aware of sucking in. Suddenly, the sound of my phone dinging caused me to jump. Quickly, I opened the phone and looked at the screen.

 

Fuck yeah, good to see you’re an eager smoke pig, Greg had replied, quickly followed by a grinning devil. Soon after I got a message from Mike, I want you make sure to suck that thick smoke down. Feed those lungs and make your daddies proud.

 

Still feeling slightly jumpy for no reason, I slowly began to walk through the woods, puffing on the cigar and sucking in most of the smoke, only occasionally coughing slightly from the strong smoke.

 

Time flew by rather quickly as I was quickly over half way done smoking the cigar. The whole time, my cock was hard and throbbing in my shorts, the feeling of the rough fabric of the jock rubbing against my cock head slowly driving me crazy.

 

Suddenly, a somewhat wicked thought crossed my mind, and switching to my camera app, I pulled my pants and the jock back down, before posing with my cock in hand. Moving the cigar to the corner of my mouth, I eventually got the phone positioned down and took a quick video of me sucking in a large draw on the cigar, while slowly jacking my cock, before groaning out a cloud of smoke.

 

I then sent the short clip to Greg and Mike, and walked over to a tree and leaned against it, smoking more and working my cock, occasionally spitting on my cock and using it as lube.

 

Feeling more and more horny, reached around to my hole with a free hand and slowly began to finger myself. Eventually I looked down at my feet when I noticed the used condom. The sight surprised me at first. I had heard of rumors that guys would hook up in the woods in the park, but growing up, I’d never seen any evidence of it before.

 

Moving it slightly with my foot, I had to admit I was impressed. Not only did it look to be a magnum, but whoever it belonged to must cum by the bucketful, as the condom looked almost more like a water balloon. My mind began to wander, imaging myself in the woods late at night bent over and taking a load from this mysterious stranger when my phone dinged again.

 

Pulling out my fingers from my well fucked hole, I pulled the mostly smoked cigar from my mouth, and then stuck the cum coated digits into my mouth, enjoying the taste of poz cum on my tongue before looking at my messages.

 

Hot fucking neg smoker pig. Thinking of us breeding you while you haul on that cigar? Mike asked, before a picture of his hard dick showed on my screen.

 

Next, Greg’s message came across the screen. Can’t wait to lock that cock of yours up and make you go beg for loads from random strangers like a proper cumdump. No loads refused.

 

Fuck that sounds hot, I replied, jerking my cock faster as I imagined exactly that. A random group of faceless men all lined up to take a turn at my hole, bent over a fallen tree as I smoked a fat cigar. In my imagination, one of the guys fucking me leaned over before growling in my ear “Fucking take my diseased load, whore,“ and then with one final slam, the guy buried himself deep in my ass and flooded it with his cum.

 

Suddenly, I felt my balls tighten up before shooting a massive load on the ground. As I continued shooting, I felt myself drawing hard on the cigar, desperate to feed my lungs the smoke.

 

Breathlessly, I felt my whole lower abdomen shudder as the aftershock of my ejaculation shook my body. Pulling the mostly smoked cigar out of my mouth, I dropped it on the ground before crushing it under my foot. Slowly I let myself recover, amazed at how hard and how much cum I had shot at the idea of being a whore in the park at night.

 

Spent and feeling slightly boneless, I pulled my pants and jock back up, not bothering to wipe the remaining cum from my cock before trudging back through the woods back to my house.

 

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Dinner was a boring affair as always. Mom gushing about my sister and her impending wedding plans near the end of the summer. Endless questions about caterers and flowers and the invitations.

My brother, dad and fiancé heatedly talked about whatever team they were wanting to go to the Super Bowl, and other statistics, with me just agreeing in a bored tone of voice with whatever thing my dad would ask me for agreement about the college team at my school. Unfortunately, our family had a strict no cellphones at the table rule.

 

Eventually my attention turned to the hot waiter at the other tables, my mind fantasizing about the sizable bulge in his pants. Imagining what we would do, how he’d compare to Greg and Mike, what his status might be.

 

“Everything ok sweetheart,” my mother suddenly asked, drawing my attention away from my thoughts suddenly.

 

“Huh?” I asked, not really registering what she had asked.

 

“God, why can’t you act like you want to be here Riley,” my sister pouted, crossing her arms across her chest and her voice getting into that fake annoying high pitched she’d use while we were kids to get sympathy from my parents, “You just can’t stand not being the center of attention for once, can you? Just out to ruin everything of mine!”

 

“Uh… No…,” I replied, perplexed at the sudden childish behavior coming from her, not seeing one of her tantrums for years, “What’s your problem?”

 

“Jen, baby, he’s probably just tired from mowing those yards today,” her fiancé replied in a sickly sweet tone, apparently used to this behavior and trying to calm her down.

 

For a second, I was going to thank him for his stepping in. And then I realized I’d forgotten his name.

 

Erin… Erin… something with a E, I thought to myself, my mind struggling to remember it.

 

“Yeah, sorry Jen, just tired. It was just really hot today,” I said lamely, as I mouthed a thank you as my sister turned away, pouting like a child, “What was the question?”

 

“Marcus was just asking if you got your tux yet for the wedding next month,” my mom said with a sigh, rubbing her hand on my sister’s back trying to calm her down before she got up and stormed off, my mother following quickly behind.

 

“Oh, um, yeah,” I said mentally kicking myself at still getting the guys name wrong, “I’ll pick it up next week. Sorry.”

 

“No worries man, she’s just worried about everything being perfect for the wedding,” Marcus replied, shooting a warm smile at me and looking directly in my eyes, “Let me know when you get it done and I’ll make sure Jen gets the message.”

 

I shuffled slightly in my seat, suddenly keenly aware that Marcus was actually not bad looking, and my jock was definitely rubbing on my semi hard cock again.

 

Thankfully the check for dinner came shortly after, and one quiet car ride later, I went upstairs and changed to my preferred tank top and basketball shorts. The sun was finally down, and the  temperature, although still muggy, was now decent.

 

Looking at my phone, I was actually somewhat sad that there was still no reply after the afternoon’s events from Greg or Mike. Sighing, I pulled out my laptop and slowly started scrolling through several porn sites, making sure the volume was off as I browsed, hearing my brother’s tv from the other room through the paper thin walls.

 

Leaning over the side of the bed, I dug through my backpack before finally finding my wireless earbuds. Putting them in and connecting them to the laptop, I slowly started skimming porn, not really finding much to interest me.

 

I sat there for a second, frustrated, before deciding on a whim starting a search for things like poz and bug chasing. Several videos later, I felt my dick throbbing hard, and my balls ached for release. Looking over at the clock, I suddenly realized it was now 11pm, and pulling out one of the earbuds, listened for any sounds. All that met me was the muted sounds of my brother snoring in the other room, and the dull sound of waves from my parent’s white noise machine.

 

Leaning back over the edge of the bed again, I pulled out from under the bed the lighter and one of cigars, thankfully already prepped earlier while I was still alone in the house. Quietly, I went downstairs, before slipping on a pair of old tennis shoes and making my way into the woods, thankful for the nearly full moon lighting my way.

 

Satisfied I was out of sight from my house, I quickly got the cigar lit and started walking towards the park path, knowing that I could use the light from one of the street lamps along it for the photo.

 

Slowly I trudged through the deeper part of the woods, using my phone’s flashlight to light the way as I quietly puffed away on the cigar, occasionally inhaling hard and enjoying seeing the large cloud of smoke coming out of me.

 

Finally, I made it to the path, and made my way to one of the benches. Sitting down, I took a quick shot of myself, spreading my legs and puffing on the cigar before taking the picture and sending it. I sat there for a few minutes smoking in silence, waiting for a reply before finally guess that Greg and Mike had to be in bed.

 

After a few minutes, I noticed two guys briefly make eye contact with me before suddenly walking off the path and into the dark woods.

 

Amused, I knew immediately that this had to be where the rumors of people cruising the park and fucking in it at night came from. Curious, I wondered to myself if one of them was Mr. Big Shot, as I had nicknamed the mystery guy who had filled the condom in my mind.

 

Slowly I let my hand drift to my crotch and occasionally rubbed it when someone came walking down the path, quickly making eye contact with me. I straightened up out of reflex, sitting properly on the bench.

 

The man was dressed somewhat similar to me, with black hair, and a baseball cap on backwards, a slight beard on his face. Thinner than me but taller. Easily 10 years older. Stopping, he reached into his pocket and pulled out a red and white pack of cigarettes. Expertly, he flipped the pack open and bringing it to his lips before closing the box again and putting it in his pocket.

 

Patting his pockets, he let out a muttered curse before walking up to me.

 

“Hey man, got a light” he asked, his voice deep.

 

I wordlessly reached into my pocket before pulling out the lighter and handed it to him. I watched as his quickly lit up and took a deep drag on the cigarette before tilting his head back and blowing out a huge cloud of smoke with a sigh.

 

“Fuck I needed that,” he said, handing me back the lighter, “Thanks man.”

 

“Um, sure,” I said, unsure what to say and feeling suddenly horny watching the guy hauling the smoke in, “No problem.”

 

“Why don’t we walk together and I’ll give you a proper thank you,” he asked, looking down at the bulge in my pants as my my cock threatened to pop out of the jock.

 

“Uh… I… sure,” I said, making it sound more like a question instead of an answer.

 

Getting up, I followed behind the man as we suddenly took a sharp right off the path, working deeper into the woods, with only the faint light from the lamp post and the moonlight to lead the way.

 

Unsure if this would be ok, I contemplated texting Mike and Greg to get permission, but then the fact they were likely asleep crossed my mind again. I stopped myself and thought back to the texts earlier in the day. They seemed keen to the idea of me getting fucked by strangers. But still, a part of me wanted to make sure.

 

Thankfully, the guy didn’t leave me of a choice as he suddenly stopped and turned around, pulling my pants and jock down and giving my dick a few tugs. Hopefully they wouldn’t mind me getting a random blowjob.

 

“Nice piece of meat there, man,” he said, and suddenly he was kneeling down on the ground, and after taking a hard drag on the cigarette, began to immediately deep throat my dick.

 

I fought the urge to start moaning as I let the guy go to town, sucking my cock. Occasionally, he’d pull off before taking a huge draw on the cigarette before going back to sucking me hard.

 

I stood there and tried to hold off on cumming, enjoying the feeling of his throat hugging my dick as I began to match each deep draw on the cigar with his cigarette. Slowly my free hand drifted the back of his head, gently guiding him how fast and slow I wanted him to go before finally I felt myself getting close.

 

“Fuck, I’m getting close, man,” I groaned quietly, feeling the load building in my balls.

 

Suddenly, he pulled off, and slowly started working my cock, delaying me.

 

“Suck me off after,” he asked, moving his hand up and down as he took another drag off the cigarette.

 

“Yeah man,” I groaned, wanting to feel the release of of my load.

 

Suddenly, he dove down on my cock and started sucking it hard and fast, quickly making me shoot. His mouth was like a vacuum, sucking every last drop of my cum out and swallowing it.

 

I could only hold the back of his head to keep him from moving as I puffed hard and fast on my cigar as I kept pumping shot after shot down his throat.

 

Finally, he began to tap on the front of my thighs, and pulled my quickly softening cock out of his mouth.

 

“Tasty load, guy,” he said, flicking the spent cigarette off into the dark as he stood up, “Mind if I smoke that while you suck me? That thing smells awesome.”

 

I nodded, giving him the mostly smoked cigar and watched as he immediately started hauling on the cigar while pulling his pants down, surprisingly not wearing any underwear. I let him slowly push my head down to his cock and I began to suck it, hoping I would be able to fit the large member into my mouth. Looking up at his stomach, I noticed a few tattoos, but in the low light, I couldn’t make out much.

 

Languidly, he began to fuck my mouth, holding both hands on my head as he took long strokes in and out of my mouth, all the while taking hard hauls on the cigar. Slowly I worked my hand up to his asshole, surprised to find it slick.

 

“Yeah, got a several anon loads at the toilets earlier,” he chuckled, “Hope you don’t mind.”

 

I began to finger him with first one then several fingers, slowly working his prostate as his began to take irregular stocks.

 

“Fuck yeah man,” he growled around the cigar, his grip on my hard tightening, “Work those loads in me and swallow my swimmers all down.”

 

I could taste the precum flowing out of his cock as I worked his prostate even more.

 

“Fuck, here’s it comes man,” he said, suddenly pulling back and jacking his surprisingly large dick out almost all the way, leaving only the head in my mouth, “Slurp my jizz down man!”

 

Suddenly, he was cumming, quickly flooding my mouth as I struggled to swallow the massive amount of creamy cum as it felt like an endless stream of sperm shot out.

 

Eventually, after several mouthfuls, he sighed and pulled out, wiping his dick along the side of my face. Pulling me up, he brought me close to him before taking a deep drag on the cigar, before locking lips with me and making out.

 

We stood there for a few minutes, the taste of each others' loads and the smoke mixing on our entwined tongues before finally he pulled back.

 

“Thanks for the light man,” he said, grinning as he suddenly pulled his pants up and began to walk off.

 

“Thanks… you too,” I said breathlessly, still recovering from the high of what we had just done.

 

“Hope I can catch you around, maybe drop a load in each other,” he said, reaching into his pocket and pulling out the cigarettes again, this time with using my spent cigar to light it as he walked off.

 

Quietly, I pulled my pants up and after making sure I had my phone and lighter, I made my way back through the woods. I snuck back into the house and after putting my phone back on the charger, promptly passed out on my bed.

[gingerdaddyG]

Loving the sleaze! 😈

[nymidtowneast]

Another great chapter!

[KinkyTallBottom]

I loved this chapter and all of the possibilities you opened!   I love cruising parks for hot fun too! Looking forward to the next installment, you are an excellent writer!

 

[pozpopperpig]

Oh hell yes!  Love it!  You are a master at getting into this sleazy hot story!

[Medwaym]

Fuck yes, big smoke fetish here so loving the incorporation of this.

[curiousaboutbb]

Hot as always!

[Bayareabbcub]

Keep this going! So hot to see the path to darkness 😈

[kspozcum]

@gingerdaddyG If it ain't sleazy, it will never go in easy. 😉

@nymidtowneast Thanks. I'm glad you are really enjoying the updates.

@KinkyTallBottom I try. It just takes practice, patience, and a willingness to just put it out there. Which works for a lot of other things 😉

@pozpopperpig I try. Always open to hearing what people want to see next though.

@Medwaym It really wouldn't be one of my stories without it. 😛 

@curiousaboutbb Thanks!

@Bayareabbcub It will get quite perverted... I hope you enjoy where I take it. 🙂

 

Sorry about the delay everyone. Was in the hospital last week for a medical scare. Nothing too serious, just a job hazard with my day job and getting sick/exposed to some fun germs. Feeling better now and back to work, and finally feeling up to popping out another chapter. Tried to make this one a little longer since it was delayed. I hope you all enjoy, and as always, please feel free to comment and make suggestions. Never know what might make it into a story. 😉

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Lesson 6- Fluid Dynamics: An Introduction

 

Throughout the week, I kept to the schedule. Waking up, waiting for everyone to leave, having a cigar in the backyard or woods along with a wank while smoking. After lunch, having a second cigar, shooting a second load. And at night, after everyone went to bed, walking in the park, looking for action while finishing up my third cigar of the day.  Sadly, nothing had happened like that first night, other than one night hiding behind a tree and jerking myself off after catching a random couple blowing each other in the woods.

 

Each day, I would be greeted with texts of encouragement from Mike and Greg, telling me how hot I looked smoking the cigar, telling me to keep inhaling the thick smoke deep, and as the week came closer to an end, and the cigar supply began to dwindle, hints of how I was going to get a good lesson soon, and earn the loads I’d be getting in my guts. I began to find myself looking forward to and enjoying the feeling of lighting up and smoking the thick cigar, enjoying the taste and beginning to play with the smoke.

 

I also found myself getting more and more turned on at watching bareback porn, going out of my way to pay close attention to any videos with guys with biohazard or scorpion tattoos. I imagined myself on the receiving end, getting a large load in my ass, and each time would end up shooting a massive load all over my chest or face.

 

Finally, the final day arrived, and as before I started my day out in the woods smoking the second to last cigar. Almost like clockwork, I got a message from both Mike and Greg, as per usual encouraging my smoking. However, this time Mike sent an additional message.

 

No cumming today, boy, Mike’s message read.

 

Daddy and I have plans and we want you nice and horny tonight, Greg sent immediately after.

 

Nodding to myself, I slowly played with my dick through my gym shorts, edging myself as I slowly sucked down the cigar, and after a while finally smoked the cigar down to a nub. Crushing it under my shoe, I slowly made my way back the house, before walking back in through the back door.

 

I jumped as the doorbell rang out in the quiet house.

 

Postal carrier? Maybe a neighbor? I thought to myself, hoping for the former as thoughts of me having been caught smoking by a neighbor some how made me nervous.

 

“Just a minute!” I yelled out loud, taking a sniff of my shirt before realizing I probably smelled strongly of the cigar smoke. Pulling the shirt off, I ran into the laundry room, thankfully just off of our kitchen, and hurriedly stripped the smokey shirt off and tossed it in the washer before pulling out a shirt in the dryer.

 

The doorbell rang again, and I rushed over, pulling open the door. I was shocked however, as it was neither of my guesses but instead Marcus, Jen’s fiancé, standing at the front door, wearing a neat polo shirt and khaki pants.

 

“Oh…. Um… hi?” I said dumbly, unsure as to why he would be standing here at my parent’s house, “What are you doing here? Is everything ok?”

 

Letting out an exasperated sigh, Marcus gestured towards the inside of the house.

 

“Mind if I come in? Hot as hell out here already,” Marcus replied.

 

I silently moved back and let him in, following him as he went to the living room, pulling at his shirt in an effort to cool himself down.

 

“So, I just want to start by saying I was totally against forcing this on you, but you know your sister…” he began, taking a seat on the couch and gesturing to one of the chairs in the den, “Jen… is freaking out about the wedding again, and she sent me out to… well… force you to go shopping. I’m not allowed to come back home until I literally have the receipts.”

 

I blinked before pinching the bridge of my nose. Part of me felt bad, one for forgetting to get the tux shopping done as I promised, and the other part annoyed at just how overbearing my sister, who before this year barely acted like I barely existed, was becoming.

 

“Look, I know I forgot, but…” I said, groaning.

 

“Hey, look. I’ll take you to lunch. I feel like I know so little about you, and seeing as we’re going to be family, I probably should at least get to know you,” Marcus said, holding his hands up in defense, “I promise the tux won’t take that long. There’s a great place to eat down the street. Lunch is my treat.”

 

Letting out a sigh, I just nodded. I felt bad for him, knowing how my sister would get growing up when she didn’t get her way. The tantrums she would throw were literally epic. She really did have a way of getting things she wanted.

 

“Yeah, fine,” I said, resigned, “Just let me change and shower real quick?”

 

“Sure man,” he said, smiling, “Take all the time you want.”

 

I felt my dick slowly start to grow in my pants. I quickly left the room, before running up stairs and hopping under the cold spray of the shower embarrassed to have gotten a hard on from quite literally my soon to be brother in law.

 

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I made quick work of showering, getting dressed, and soon enough, we had left my house and were getting the tux. After a quick round of measurements, we soon leaving the shop and walking down the street, before finally entering a small deli. Grabbing our food, we ate, making small talk, talking about my college degree, his work as a junior lawyer. We even started talking about different hobbies and I was surprised at how we actually liked a few of the same games and shows.

 

The entire thing went by in a near blur. That was, until the drive home.

 

As we got into Marcus’ gleaming black BMW SUV, I felt somewhat antsy with a slight headache. Looking at my watch, I realized it was around the time I would normally smoke my afternoon cigar. Shrugging it off, I settled into the passenger seat as Marcus rolled down the windows.

 

Suddenly, Marcus pulled out a pack of cigarettes, and bringing the box to his lips, pulled one out and deftly lit one up, letting out a long smokey exhale.

 

“Fuck that's better…” Marcus sighed, before putting the car into gear, and starting our trip back to my parent’s house, “Hope you don’t mind. Jen is making me quit, but fuck if the cravings aren’t bitch.”

 

The scene before me left me shell shocked. I’d have never guessed he was a smoker. And if that wasn’t enough, I was suddenly hard as a rock watching as he hungrily hauled down the first cigarette.

 

“Um, no, it’s fine,” I nearly stammered, trying to force myself to look away at the road, willing myself to not pay attention to how horny I was suddenly. I nonchalantly would sneak a glance, watching as Marcus continued to drag hard on the cigarette, focused on the road.

 

Soon enough, we were back at my house. Parking the car, Marcus left the car running as I unbuckled the seat belt and opened the door.

 

“Thanks for lunch!” I said, somewhat rushed, internally kicking myself for how hurried I sounded, “And tell Jen I’m sorry you had to come get me to get my fitting done.”

 

“No problem man,” Marcus said, taking one last drag on the cigarette before blowing the lungful of smoke out of the corner of his mouth, before holding his fist out, “And I’ll get Jen under control. Just do me a favor and keep me smoking between us?”

 

“Sure, no problem,” I said, awkwardly reaching over and bumping his fist with mine.

 

“See you later then, man,” he said, before opening the glove box and spraying himself with a bottle of cologne, and pulling on a pair of sunglasses.

 

I shut the door and watched as he backed out of the driveway and drove off, lighting up another cigarette as he drove away.

 

Rushing inside, I immediately grabbed the last cigar in the box and rushed into the woods, lighting the cigar quickly and feeling relief as the smoke flooded my lungs.

 

Taking a quick selfie, I sent it to Greg and Mike, before slowly starting to play with my dick.

 

Images of Marcus dragging on the cigarette filled my mind, and I found myself having to stop stroking as I got dangerously close to shooting my load, barely making sure to follow Greg and Mike’s instructions of not cumming.

 

Part of me felt embarrassed, lusting after my soon to be in law, but I still couldn’t help but feel suddenly turned on at this new revelation. Marcus looked hot as a smoker. I let my mind wander, imagining he and I smoking together, making out, and had to stop myself at the idea of him bending me over and fucking me in the back of his car, much like one of the videos I had seen earlier in the week. The scene in my head nearly had caused me to shoot my load.

 

Quicker than I wanted, I had smoked the cigar down and annoyed and horny, I put the small amount of remaining cigar out and went back inside and upstairs.

 

As I entered by bedroom, my phone dinged.

 

Pulling it out of my pocket, I looked and saw a message from Mike.

 

“Cum over at 8pm tonight,” was all the message said, and with that, I flopped in the bed. After a few moments, I pulled out my laptop and began to watch porn, slowly edging myself the rest of the afternoon, counting the hours until the real fun would begin.

 

———

 

Dinner was a quiet affair, my parents asking about my day, them telling me about something funny at work with this coworker or that, essentially the usual small talk we always had.

 

Quickly enough it was nearly 8pm. Looking at my self in the mirror, I took in my reflection. The jock was definitely starting to get a little yellow, the precum definitely starting to stain it. I found myself enjoying the look, noticing that I had forgotten to shave the last two days and was starting to get a bit scruffy looking. I debated for a moment as to wether to hop in the shower and shave but with a quick bit of mental math, I decided I wouldn’t have time.

 

I made my way down the hall, before going downstairs. My parents were relaxing on the couch, making fun of some cheesy drama on the tv.

 

“Hey, I’m gonna head over to a friend’s house to hang out. I’ll be out pretty late,” I said, peeking my head around the doorsill. 

 

“Have fun sweetheart,” my mom said, barely breaking her attention from the tv.

 

My dad gave a slight wave of the hand and with that, I was out the door and walking down the street.

 

Quickly enough, I got to Greg and Mike’s house, and after a short wait ringing the doorbell, was greeted by Greg.

 

“There’s my sexy fuck boy,” Greg said, grinning around the unlit cigar in his mouth, “Been missing that tight neg hole.”

 

Shutting the door, he pulled me close, pulling the cigar out of his mouth and began making out with me, his hand dipping under my shorts and down my asscrack, slowly rubbing his finger and probing my hole. I could only moan into the kiss as I felt his finger slowly work into my ass.

 

“Fuck I can’t wait to get into that hole and destroy those guts,” Greg growled, pulling his finger out and backing away, “Get that ass down stairs. Daddy Mike is down there waiting.”

 

Now knowing the way, I made my way down stairs, and saw Mike in his full glory, wearing nothing but a leather harness, his large cock protruding away from his body, rock hard. In his hand was a leather clad paddle with holes throughout. He took a puff on the large cigar in his mouth and nudged my groin with the paddle.

 

“Entirely too many clothes, pig,” he said, his voice deep  and dangerous sounding as he spoke, “I only want to see you in that jock.”

 

I quickly stripped naked, save for the jock, and followed his lead as he walked over to the leather bench. Sitting on the bench was a cigar in an ashtray, a rather expensive looking lighter, and bottle of poppers.

 

“Bend over boy,” he said, grinning wickedly as he pointed at the bench with the paddle, “Got to warm those cheeks up for the fun to come.”

 

I watched as Greg came down the stairs, lighter in hand as he too began to light the cigar in his mouth and strip naked, revealing the leather harness he was wearing underneath.

 

“Show us what you’ve learned, boy,” Greg said, walking up and blowing a massive cloud of smoke in my face, gesturing his hand over the poppers and cigar.

 

I quickly grabbed the cigar and got it going nicely, inhaling deeply as I rotated it. Pulling it out of my mouth, I looked at the end and after making sure it had a nice cherry at the end, took another couple deep hauls on it, before setting it in the ashtray and opening the bottle of poppers, taking several deep sniffs.

 

Feeling the high of the poppers kick in, my face feeling flush and heart pounding, I stuck the cigar back in my mouth and bent over.

 

“Fucking good boy,” Greg said, rubbing his hand through my hair, giving his cock a few tugs.

 

“Well, they do say pigs are quite smart for a pet,” Mike chuckled, before suddenly smacking my ass hard.

 

I nearly dropped the cigar in my mouth before quickly bracing myself and holding the cigar steady with my hand, putting most of my body weight on my other free hand.

 

“Don’t drop that cigar boy,” Mike warned darkly, before smacking my ass hard again.

 

I stood still as Mike began to repeatedly smack my ass hard, making my backside sting and burn, eventually making me go soft. I found myself enjoying it somewhat, but was disappointed at going soft so quickly. While this was happening, I watched as Greg walked over to the toolbox and grabbed two bottles of beer, bringing them over and handing one to Mike. Both of them drank and smoked as my ass continued to get spanked. After about 10 minutes, both seemed satisfied.

 

Greg came over with a metal contraption and gestured for me to lay on my back on the bench. I nodded, my mind numb from the pain in my ass and copious amounts of poppers I inhaled during the onslaught.

 

I watched as Greg quickly fitting the metal cage over my dick, suddenly realizing it was a chastity device, with a lock.

 

“This cock is ours now. We will decide when you get use it tonight.” Greg explained as I watched Mike finish the bottle of beer before opening a set of double doors, “Understood?”

 

“Yes sir,” I nodded, curious as to what was going to happen next.

 

Satisfied my dick was locked up, Greg then put a collar with a leash around my neck and with a gentle tug, began to pull me to the double doors.

 

In the smaller room, there was a urinal, shower, and drain in the floor.

 

“Tonight, you’re going to have to earn our superior poz cum,” Mike began to explain, pushing me to the ground in the shower stall, “And to do that, you’re going to learn to be our piss pig.”

 

I nodded, vaguely remembering a few watersports videos I had seen on the web.

 

“We believe in recycling in this house, boy,” Greg said, as Mike began to gently give his dick a few tugs, “You are gonna drink every last drop down of my superior man piss. Waste a single drip and you won’t get any of our toxic load up that pig hole.”

 

“Thank you sir,” I groaned, feeling as my cock tried to get hard as Mike began to move his foot under the cock cage.

 

“Open up pig,” Mike growled before bringing his cock up to my lips, “I want to see my smoker piss fill that mouth before you start gulping it down.”

 

I opened my mouth wide and waited. At first there was nothing and then, I began to feel a stream of piss begin to fill my mouth. A salty, warm and slightly bitter that flooded my tastebuds, I wrapped my mouth around Mike’s cock as the piss filled my mouth, gulping down as fast as I could, eager to please.

 

“Yeah, thats a good urinal, fucking take it all,” Mike groaned, slowly running his hands through my hair as he puffed contentedly on the cigar.

 

“Boy is a natural born piss toilet, babe,” Greg chuckled, puffing on his cigar as well, while slowly stroking his cock.

 

“Yeah, you love drinking down daddy’s piss, don’t you,” Mike said softly, running his fingers through my hair as he continued, to piss down my throat, “You’re hungry for that poz piss, aren’t you?”

 

I nodded, eagerly gulping down the now slowing stream of piss.

 

“Daddy is almost empty,” Mike continued, slightly strained as his began to work his bladder muscles, the piss occasionally spraying harder in my mouth, “You’ve done a good job boy. Definitely earning a nice thick dirty load,”

 

Finally, I felt the stream stop and took a few deep breaths as Mike removed his now hardening cock out of my mouth. Finally catching my breath, I turned to Greg, expecting him to do the same as Mike.

 

“No boy, this bladder is going up your hole,” Greg said, grinning around the cigar, “Bend over and daddy will use his poz piss to get that pig hole nice and clean for our bugs.”

 

Standing up, I felt as Mike’s piss began to slosh around in my stomach, slowly, I bent over and pulled both cheeks apart. Greg stepped up to my hole and after a second, let out a long line of cigar spit drool out and pool on top of his cock, now firmly pressed against my hole.

 

Slowly, I felt as Greg began to press his mostly hard dick into my bare hole. Finally, it was fully seated and after a minute I began to feel as a warm liquid filled my guts.

 

“Fuck yeah, slut,” Greg moaned, gripping my ass hard as more and more urine flooded my guts deep inside, “Feel that poz piss flood those guts and get them nice and clean. Gonna get your insides ready to take all my poz swimmers.”

 

I let out an involuntary groan as I felt my intestines quickly fill with Greg’s hot piss, stretching my colon as his bladder emptied out inside me. Finally, I felt as Greg’s piss stream stopped.

 

“Go ahead and clench down your hole pig,” Greg instructed, puffing hard on the cigar in his mouth, “When I pull out, I want you to keep that piss in there before sitting down and letting it out in the toilet.”

 

I nodded and began to clench as he pulled out his hard cock, before finally standing up.

 

I groaned again, this time in slight discomfort as I felt keenly like an overfilled water balloon. I slowly shuffled over to the toilet and sat down before relieving myself, feeling as the piss drained quickly out of my ass.

 

Looking down slightly, I was extremely glad to see it was pretty much clean. From what I had read online, it was a pain to get cleaned out sometimes.

 

“Fuck that was hot,” Greg said, laughing, “You definitely seem to be wanting some fresh bug loads up that boy pussy.”

 

I nodded, unable to make words for a few moments as my intestines slowly stopped cramping.

 

Mike walked over and held my partially smoked cigar up to my lips, which I gratefully let him stick in my mouth, taking a deep inhale on the cigar before nose jetting the smoke out.

 

“Fuck yeah, haul that cigar smoke down,” Mike said, grinning, “Becoming a real smoker now, boy.”

 

I smiled, inwardly loving the encouragement and praise.

 

“Let’s get that hole in the sling and see about flooding you with our poz smoker cum now,” Mike said, winking as he ran his fingers through my hair.

 

Slowly I made my way to the sling, thankful as Greg and Mike helped me get in. Satisfied I was properly strung up, Mike tossed the now spent cigar in his mouth and went over to the humidor, pulling out a large pipe.

 

“So pig, Daddy and I heard an interesting little rumor,” Mike said angrily, his mood dark as he lit his pipe, “A friend of ours said some whore was walking around and smoking a cigar the other night at the park. Giving out blowjobs and letting anyone wrap their mouth on his boy cock. Don't remember that being part of the deal.”

 

Shit, I thought to myself, suddenly worried that I had broken some unknown rule. I had thought about asking, but with it being a one time thing, I didn’t even really think much of it. I fucked up. And now, they were pissed.

 

“I’m sorry, sir…” I said quietly, feeling small and suddenly feeling guilty about the encounter.

 

“So, you admit you were a cheap, dirty little slut then?” Greg said, his expression serious when suddenly he let out a quick wink at me.

 

Suddenly, I felt relieved, realizing that apparently this was ok. The tightness in my gut from my guilt relaxed.

 

“I’m…. I’m sorry Daddy. I was just really horny and I didn’t want to wake you or Daddy Greg,” I said, my voice surprisingly still sounding small.

 

“Hmmm… I think we might have forgotten to tell the boy about the rules on that, dear,” Greg said, with an exaggerated sigh, emulating that of some 50s house wife from a sitcom.

 

“Damn it… It’s fun to make him sweat a little…” Mike laughed, his act breaking quickly, “Quit spoiling him.”

 

“I really am sorry though, I should have said something,” I said, not sure what to add.

 

Mike pensively took a few puff on the pipe as he began to collect the copious amount of precum leaking from my trapped cock. I was amazed at how much was slowly leaking out of my dick, inwardly wishing it was free from the confines. I let out a small groan as he began to work it into my hole.

 

“We’ll go over the ground rules later on that… but I think as your punishment,” Mike said, suddenly sinking balls deep into my ass, causing me to gasp and groan in pain, “You’re gonna have to wear this cage all week. Teach you to not waste all that lube for your hole leaking out of that cock. Only thing that neg load is good for. Make you nice and desperate for loads.”

 

The pain in my ass was immense, as my hole struggled to take Mike’s large cock and as the piercings dug into the walls of my guts. Pulling back slightly, Mike smirked before slowly starting to work his cock in my ass.

 

“Roughed you up good there, boy,” Mike said, puffing away on the pipe as I slowly got accustomed to the large slab of meat in my ass, “Maybe this one will be the one to knock your ass up.”

 

I winced and smiled as the pain slowly gave way to pleasure as Mike slowly took his time fucking my ass, slowly puffing and inhaling the cigar smoke. Suddenly the bottle of poppers was under my nose, and I took several deep sniffs, grateful for the sudden wave of pleasure and relief as they kicked in.

 

“Please knock me up,” I groaned, letting the poppers and horniness take control of my brain, “I want you to give me your gift and change me.”

 

“Fuck, this is one hungry hole,” Mike laughed and groaned, “Not gonna last long in here. Ready for this dirty load, slut?”

 

“Cum inside me,” I groaned, smoking hard on the cigar, “Please infect my neg hole..”

 

“Here it comes, slut,” Mike groaned suddenly, his strokes in my ass stuttering suddenly, “Take this dirty fucking load, pig. Ugh….”

 

Suddenly, I felt as Mike’s like flooded my hole, grateful for the sudden slickness in my ass, but part of me sad to have him shoot so quickly inside me. Finally, Mike pulled out of my ass, letting out a slight hiss.

 

“Don’t worry pig, that’s just the first load of the night,” Mike said, before running his hand through my hair and pulling my head towards his cock, “Clean me up with that hot mouth while

Daddy Greg pumps a nice dirty load in there too.”

 

I looked down and noticed a few bloody streaks on his cock, knowing instantly that he’d really roughed up my ass. Pulling the cigar out of my mouth, I slowly began to kiss and lick his cock.

 

“Loaded the pig up good,” Greg said appreciatively, running a finger up my crack and along the tip of my cock cage, collecting even more precum now leaking steadily out of my dick, “Think we’re going to need you to stay the night to properly flood this ass though.”

 

I nodded, knowing it would only take a quick text home. I groaned as Greg then slid into my ass, going balls deep in one go.

 

Greg quickly began to fuck my ass in a steady motion, each stroke slamming against my prostate, making my dick leak even more. Suddenly, I felt Mike push the tip of his pipe in my mouth as he took my cigar and started smoking it.

 

I took a deep draw on the pipe, amazed at the ease and amount of smoke flooding my lungs. The smoke was definitely different, but in a good way. I exhaled the smoke in a nose jet as I kept the pipe bit firmly in my mouth.

 

“Fuck you look hot smoking a pipe, pig,” Greg said, his pace picking up, “Fucking destroying those lungs while we destroy your ass. You like becoming a smoker?”

 

I sat for a second, gathering my thoughts. I had to admit, I loved smoking. The dirtiness of it, the rush of lighting up and feeling the smoke flood my lungs, how other guys looked smoking.

 

“I love smoking, Daddy,” I groaned, letting the smoke drift out as I spoke, “Thank you for making me a smoker. I love feeling myself smoking and becoming a proper pig.”

 

“That makes Daddy and I so fucking proud boy… Fuck, babe, you weren’t joking about this hole tonight,” Greg groaned, smoke pouring out of his mouth and nose as he smoked the cigar harder, “Gonna flood it too soon.”

 

“Please give my your load,” I groaned, puffing on the pipe in time with Greg’s cigar, “I want your toxic smoker loads in me. Make me pregnant with your bugs.”

 

Suddenly, Greg gasped and jerked, slamming hard into my hole deep.

 

“Fuuuuck, ugh….” Greg moaned, eyes squeezing shut as he puffed hard on the cigar.

 

Greg stayed slumped over me for a minute or two before finally taking one last long, deep draw on the cigar, locking eyes with me and giving me a nod. I did the same and in unison, we removed them and locked lips, swapping smoke as we made out.

 

Finally we broke the kiss, blowing out the smoke.

 

“Let’s head up stairs and sleep a bit,” Mike said, as Greg pulled out of my ass and brought his dick to my lips.

 

I immediately went to work sucking it clean. Satisfied it was clean, Greg pulled his dick back out of my mouth and they both helped me out of the sling.

 

“Hold those loads in and let’s go up,” Mike said before leaning over and kissing me deeply, pushing his thumb deep in my ass, causing me to groan.

 

Slowly, I got my bearings and began to follow the two men upstairs.