GIVE THE MAN A CIGAR
BY JIMBO

     High School graduation was over and college still months in the future
when I took a job in a drugstore to help pay my college expenses.  Across the
street from the store a new church was being built, and I spent many hours
looking out the window at the constuction workers.  
     I had a lover...sort of...and had established my own sexual identity, but
I was far from "out."  My lover was a fifty-five year old Italian construction
worker, but he was married and not available very often.  So as I looked out
the windows, I dreampt about him and about them and about the whole marvelous
idea of servicing a really sexy he man.
     All of the workers came into the store on a daily basis to get soft
drinks and other supplies, but one fascinated me completely.  He was probably
about forty-five (to my teenage sensibilities he was "middle-aged) and struck
an amazing figure.  He was tall, broad-shouldered and heavily muscled.  From a
crest of long, bleached blond hair above sparkling blue eyes and a flashing
smile to the fur covered, powerful chest and arms to the powerful legs, he was
a breath-taking sight to see.  He wore only construction boots, socks and
brief cut-off shorts so tight one wondered how he managed to keep them on.  He
was a stone mason working on the facade of the church.
     Every day at noon he came into the store and bought a coke and a cigar
from me.  Always he stayed to make cheerful conversation and give me the
opportunity
to admire his beauty up close.  When  he stood at my counter, I trembled and
often became speechless or said stupid things in spite of the fact that I had
had the highest IQ in my graduating class. I would take a long time on my
knees selecting his cigar so that I could peer out through the glass case at
his well-filled basket. One day as I knelt to get the cigar, I saw that
several buttons on his fly were open and I could see part of his cock and
balls.  I almost fainted.
     When I managed to get to my feet and hand him a cigar, he asked, "How
old are you, kid?"
     I have always looked young for my age, a curse then, a blessing now.
     "Eighteen.  Just graduated from high school."
     "Yeah! You look about fourteen.  What time you get off here?
     "I'm off at 2:30 this afternoon."
     "Me, too.  It's too hot out there.  You want to come with me for a beer
or something?"
      I didn't drink or smoke but I would have gone to the moon with him if
he had asked so I agreed to meet him at his car at 2:30.
      As he started out the door, he turned back and said, "Hey, kid, remember
I always like a nice cigar."
     After work I ran to his car holding a cigar in my hand as a gift.  He
said nothing as he got into the car but drove directly to a rather ramshackle
motel attached to one of the city's better restaurants but off the tourist
path.  "Do you live here," I asked.
     "I don't live anywhere, kid.  I follow the work.  Call me 'Mason'.
Everybody does.  What do I call you?"
     "Most people call me 'professor'," I said, "cause I always helped
everybody with their homework."
     "Ain't you the nice pansy though.  Could of used you when I was in
school.  Don't go for book stuff much."
     We entered the nondescript motel room and he immediately took off his
shoes and socks and then dropped the shorts.  I stood there looking at that
magnificent body in disbelief.  I had never seen anything so magnificent.  I
had had sex with some high school kids, but I never really was attracted to
young kids.  I like to service a real man.  As he stood there running his
hands over his hairy body, I was startled to see how white the skin beneath
the shorts was and how very dark lhis brutally sunburned skin was.  Looking
like the statue of Adonis, he broke the spell by flipping his prick and balls
in the Italian style and walking without a word into the bathroom.
     Frozen in my position just inside the door I watched him piss into the
toilet and then enter the shower.  "What the hell are you waiting for, kid?"
he called. "Get your clothes off and get in here.  You don't expect me to
scrub my own back, do you?"
     I never undressed so fast in my life.  I hurried into the shower.
     "Cheez, you really are a puny little thing, aren't you," he said.  "I can
imagine you as a girl easily.  Do my back first."
     With heart pounding I soaped his broad back and thrilled to the touch of
his skin as I ran my hands  over his powerful shoulders and back.  "Don't
forget my ass, kid, and be sure to clean that crack well."
     I did as he said and felt my whole hand slipping into his crack as the
other fondled the most beautiful buns I had ever seen.  I was embarrassed that
my own cock was standing straight out in front of me until he turned around
and I saw that his was too!. I ran my soapy hands through the long bleached
blond hair on his chest and abs and then dropped to my knees to wash each of
his powerful legs with loving care.  I looked at his huge cock and balls that
looked absolutely massive to me then and hesitated.  "I think you might want
to use your mouth on that," he said.
     Eagerly I leaned forward and kissed his piss slit.  I licked the swollen
purple head and breathlessly licked my way up and down the shaft.  One at a
time I gently took his balls in my mouth.  I licked that glorious spot between
his balls and ass crack.  The sight of his full erection was overwhelming but
I was determined that I would never have an opportunity like this again.  As I
leaned forward to swallow that throbbing delicious piece of meat, I felt his
hands on the back of my head and knew that I was in for the face-fuck of a
life time.  He gyrated from the pelvis and began to moan and groan as that
beautiful pecker found its way in and out of my mouth and my hands roamed
passionately  over the most exciting man-body I had ever encountered.
     Long before he climaxed I felt myself coming involuntarily on the shower
floor.  Then the huge dick grew even larger and began to spurt.  I thought I
would drown as eruption after eruption poured into my throat, my mouth and
spilled over the front of my body.  I think I passed out from the sheer
excitement, because when I awakened, I was lying on the bed beside him.
     "You got to build up your strength, little fella," he said, "we still got
a lot to do before summer's over."
     He said he was tired and asked me to massage his tired, sunburned body
with oil from a bottle beside the bed.  What a thrill.  He lay spread eagled
on the bed as I gently, but thoroughly masaged oil into his shoulders, back
muscles, buttocks, thighs and calves.  Each muscle was a new work of art.  I
thrilled to the touch and the sight and was shocked to realize that he had
fallen asleep.  More than an hour passed as he slept the sleep only a manual
laborer can know as my massage turned to gentle carresses and fondling.
    When he awakened, he rolled over, his huge penis fully erect and pointed
at that beautiful nest of hair around his belly button.  "Time for the other
side now, little man," he said as I straddled his body and began to work on
his shoulders and chest, my whole body trembling from the excitement.  As I
approached his cock and balls, I slid between his  legs and leaned forward to
suck his dick again.  But slowly he lifted his legs toward himself and
presented me with an eager, hairy asshole.
     "Put it in there, lover boy," he said.  "I don't do any of that fairy
cocksucking stuff, but I sure do enjoy it.  Real men like a good fuck and I'm
a real man.  Fuck me, kid."
     I had never done that.  "I--I wouldn't want to hurt you, sir, and I've
never done that before."
     "Hell, you aint got enough to hurt anybody.  Shove it in there.  I can't
hold my legs up forever."
     So I found myself actually fucking the most beautiful man I had ever
seen and used my hands to stimulate him.  It was a sensational feeling and
certailnly didn't take me long to come.  As soon as I did, I withdrew and fell
on his cock and balls with my mouth ecstatically slurping all over those
glorious genitals.
    He reached for the phone when he had come.  I didn't even hear what he
said.  I collapsed on top of him and just lay there with my arms around his
neck.
     Before long there was a knock on the door and a waiter from the
restaurant was entering the room with a tray in hand.  I jumped up startled.
I had never been "caught" before.  Mason lay on the bed laughing at me.  He
instructed the waiter to put the tray down, put the food on his bill and
leave.  He called him Carlos.
     The waiter did as he was told but hesitated at the door.  He was a
handsome man about twenty-four, very latino, sexy moustache, tight pants
revealing a great bulge.  "Not now, Carlos.  Later, much later, Carlos.
Vamous!"
     The waiter left.  We ate.  Then I began to eat him again.  We repeated
the whole process again and I was exhausted when I dressed and left with Mason
sprawled on the bed.  "We'll do this again, kid," he said as I left, "just
remember to bring the man a cigar!"
     The church facade was almost finished.  Some days I worked days and some
nights.  Some days he left early and some days he worked late.  But the timing
worked out and a little over a week later he asked me to bring him a cigar at
quitting time.  I called my mother to tell her I would not be home for supper
and hurried to his beat up old Ford.
     Once again we showered, sucked, massaged.  Then as he raised his
beautiful pucker in the air and I aimed my six inches toward it, the door
opened and Carlos came in grinning ear to ear.  "Lock the door, Carlos.  We
won't want to be interrupted now."  Carlos had no tray this time and slipped
out of his clothes amazingly fast.  
     He had a lovely body.  Quite different from Mason's.  He was as smooth as
Mason was hairy.  His cock was not as big around as Mason's, but it was
longer! And it was sure erect.  "Hop on," Mason said as Carlos straddled
Mason's upper body.  "Put it in, kid," Mason said.  "You might as well learn
to suck and fuck at the same time."
     As my cock thrust in and out of Mason's asshole, I took Carlos' dick
eagerly into my mouth and pllayed with Mason with my free hands.  What a
sensation!  All three of us came about the same time, but the flow from Carlos
was really amazing.
     I spent the whole evening with them and we showered, sucked, and fucked.
Finally when it was time that I would have to leave, I lay facing Mason as
Carlos entered him from behind.  Mason put his arms around me and held me
close running his fingers over my body.  I felt my gorge rising and found that
I was pumping my entire body against him.  We climaxed together and all over
each other.  Poor Carlos fell exhausted back onto the pillow and asked if he
could stay the night. Unfortunately I couldn't.
     That weekend I got the "summer flu" and spent a week in bed.  When I
returned, I saw that the stone facade was finished and Mason was gone.  I was
despondent for a while, but then I remembered that Carlos worked at the
restaurant!