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Learning to be a Dom...
After that long weekend that I spent with Doug at the ranch, I knew that sex while smoking a cigar was far better than sex without a cigar. Doug had sucked my cock and allowed me to fuck him all day and night over the weekend I was there. I had sex in positions that I didn't even know you could get into. I got a blowjob to wake me up in the morning. I had my cock buried in Doug's ass before lunch. And before bed I was doing Doug from behind bent over the kitchen counter.
When I got back home, the lack of sex was killing me, but maybe not as much as the lack of cigars. I had taken cigars from dad's humidor for that weekend, but I could not continue to take them, he would notice. I also could not buy cigars for myself, so I had to figure this out.
I had a couple of ideas, none of which I would call good. I could try to get a fake ID. I could try to find someone who would buy them for me. I could try to buy them myself and hope they didn't ask for my ID. But all of this would also mean that I would have to get to the cigar store.
Now we were not the richest people around, but dad having an accounting business and being pretty well off, meant that there were certain perks. One of those perks being a driver. Now before everyone thinks, how nice, it should be said that it was only my dad's way of assuaging his guilt. Since he was never at home, having someone to drive me where I needed to go, like school, the library, the mall, etc, meant that he didn't feel as guilty. So, I decided to try an approach I hadn't thought of until one morning on the way to school.
Mike was the usual driver who picked me up in the morning and afternoon when school let out. Mike was ex-military. He was always dressed sharply. He kept his head shaved and his beard trimmed very tight and neat. Although I never really thought about it until later, he was the kind of man that could be very intimidating. Of course, to me he was far from that.
Mike had been a driver for me for over 7 years. He wasn't the first driver I had to deal with, but he was the driver I had delt with the most and longest. He was the one that had picked me up from a party when I was clearly drunk and never said a word to dad. He had helped me sneak into movies that I wasn't old enough to get into. And truth be told, I probably talked to him more than my dad.
When Mike picked me up from school, I told him I wanted to go to dad's cigar store so I could buy him a gift. Mike gave me a funny look but took me there. It was a nice store, not too far from dad's office and when I went in, the clerk behind the counter gave me a funny look. But when Mike walked in behind me, he smiled and greeted him, so he obviously knew Mike.
The first thing I noticed was the huge walk-in humidor. Most guys my age were into models, video games, girls, but to me this was a toy store or candy shop. There were floor to ceiling cigars in all sizes and shapes. I had only had the cheap white owl cigars that Uncle Charlie had and the really nice ones I had stolen from dad's humidor. So, I looked for the cigars that dad had and found them pretty fast. I grabbed a hand full of them and took them up to the counter. The clerk rung them up and to my shock the bill was over $50 for seven.
Now I didn't have that much money on me. I only ever had $20 on me. I never really needed to carry money, so I was shocked and humiliated when I saw the total. I had never realized that cigars would be so expensive. I looked at the clerk and started to say something when an arm reached over my shoulder and handed the clerk cash.
Mike had paid for the cigars.
When I was back in the car, cigars in hand, Mike turned around from the driver's seat and said, "Those aren't for your father are they?"
Mike knew me to well. I couldn't lie to him. "Yes.... and no".
Mike's eyes were boring through me. He never said a word, just continued to look at me.
"I took some from dad's humidor and I needed to replace them before he noticed." I said finally.
"So, you have started smoking cigars?" Mike replied.
"I have smoked a few." I said deciding to own up to it. "But I can't find a place to smoke around the house so the only time I have been able to smoke at my uncles in Ocala."
Mike threw a lighter into the back seat. I took that as a sign that it was okay to fire up a cigar, so I didn't waste any time. Taking a cigar out, clipping it with the clipper that the clerk had thrown into the bag, and lighting it. The smoke felt so good, and I just sunk back into the seat and enjoyed it.
I wasn't paying attention until the car stopped and I looked around and had no idea where we were. It was an alley of sorts. Dark, no one around, nothing but blank building walls to see. It seemed like an odd place for Mike to bring me, but I trusted him and didn't really care. If Mike had taken me straight home, I wouldn't have been able to finish my cigar.
Mike got out of the driver's seat and got into the back seat with me. He reached for the cigar, and I gladly handed it over. He took a deep long draw on the cigar and slowly let the smoke escape his mouth. Then he took another deep draw and let the smoke come out his nose. The satisfied look on his face is what I imagine mine looked like when I smoked.
Handing me back the cigar, he smiled, "now show me what you can do?"
I had never really inhaled the smoke; I had always just let the smoke fill my mouth and let it out.
"Go ahead, if you are going to smoke a cigar, be a man and smoke it." Mike said.
I took a deep drag on the cigar and immediately started to cough. Mike watched me but didn't say a word. I tried again and it wasn't quite as bad. The slight burn in my throat actually felt a little good. I slowly let the smoke out and saw a slight smile creep across Mike's face.
The next inhale was even easier. I let that one out my nose. I was starting to get a little dizzy but it felt so good. Mike took the cigar away from me again and leaned back into the seat and took a long draw. The windows were closed, and it was getting very smoky in the car, and hot. I was starting to get uncomfortable when I felt Mike's hand on my leg.
"Let me see what you are working with." Mike said.
I guess he could have meant several things, but I didn't think about those at that moment, all I thought about was my cock. It was both weird and uncomfortable, yet exciting and natural to take my cock out in front of Mike. I was also a little excited because of the cigar so while I wasn't hard, I was starting to get there.
Mike reached over and started feeling it, stroking it and before too long I was sitting tall and proud. I reached down and undid my belt and opened my pants to relieve the strain on my groin. Mike took a long draw on the cigar and handed it back to me.
I put it in my mouth and leaned my head back just in time to feel the hot cigar smoke Mike was blowing on my cock. It felt so good. I forgot who it was, and all I could do was enjoy the feeling. I had my eyes closed and could feel Mike's hot breath on my cock. Then that feeling as he lowered his mouth over it. Engulfing my cock in that warmth, then closing his mouth and starting to gently suck on my cock.
The cigar smoke was filling the car. I could feel the smoke in my lungs even when I wasn't inhaling. The inside of the car was getting hotter and hotter and the mouth on my cock was starting to piston up and down like nothing I had felt before. Gently, aggressively, like it needed my cock in it to be whole, Mike was sucking my cock better than anyone had before.
At some point I felt my hands on the back of his head, pushing him down until his lips were on my balls. I was pushing as hard as I could, trying to make sure every bit of my cock was in his mouth, and I never felt any resistance from Mike. I pushed and he opened up even more. I got more aggressive, and he got more submissive until he was just a hole for me to use. The power was as big a turn on as the cigar.
I don't know how long I lasted but it wasn't long enough. I felt my balls draw up and then the flood of cum filling his mouth. Not a drop spilt out of Mike's mouth. He was a hoover sucking it all down and not leaving any trace on my cock when it finally popped out.
Leaning back after swallowing my load, Mike took the cigar out of my mouth and started puffing on it and filling the car even more. I looked over at him and he had the cigar hanging out of his mouth and a satisfied look on his face. That's when I started wondering what I had just done.
I was so conflicted but was so blissful in my post cum high. Mike gave me the cigar back and got back to the driver's seat. Before long we were making our way back home. I had a lot to think about now, Mike had always been a good friend but somehow, I think all that was changing now.