Cigar Workout
by BigCigars9@aol.com

It was 7 am, and time for me to start my workout at the Y.  Actually, I was long 
overdue and my scrawny little body really needed the exercise.

As I walked toward the free weights room, I detected what I thought to be the 
odor of cigar smoke.  I didn't trust my nose, however.  Who would be smoking at 
this hour in the middle of the gym?

I walked into the weight room and saw an enormous stud on his back on the bench 
press.  He was benching at least 200 lbs, but the truly remarkable thing was 
that he indeed had a cigar clenched between his teeth as he was working out.  He 
seemed to be taking a huge drag on the sizeable cigar each time he lowered the 
barbell to his chest, and as he pushed the weight up, he exhaled a huge cloud of 
smoke.  I watched in amazement as he did ten repetitions in this manner.  I was 
completely stunned but somehow managed to mumble the following:

"Umm, excuse me, I don't think they allow smoking in the gym. . ."

He didn't even look up.  He had returned the barbell to its holder, took another 
huge drag on his cigar, which must have been over 9 inches long and pretty thick 
on the lit end, though it tapered down as it neared his lips.  He removed the 
cigar from his mouth and sat up straight, exhaling through his nostrils like a 
bull about to charge.  He looked me in the eye, then, and said, "Com'ere.  Come 
over and say that again to my face."

I said, "I'm sorry, I don't mean to offend you, I just..."

"Come over here, now, you little punk!  What was that you said to me?"

I felt my heart start to beat up into my throat.  Fear overcame me, and I turned 
to run.  I went back out into the main entrance, but the front desk attendant 
wasn't at his post.  He had just checked my i.d.  Where did he go?  I heard the 
footsteps of the bodybuilder, so I ran into the mens' locker room.  The locker 
room was still empty at this early hour.  I heard the door open and close again 
behind me.  I hid in a private shower stall.  Suddenly, the curtain was pulled 
aside in a violent tug and I was now face to face with the cigar smoking, angry 
bench presser.  

"What was that you were saying about my cigar, punk?"  As he spoke, smoke 
emanated from his mouth and formed a cloud in between us.  "You think I'm gonna 
take that from you, you little wimp?"  At this point, he wrapped his right hand 
around my throat and forced me back against the cold tile wall.  "I don't let my 
wife talk to me that way, so I sure as hell ain't gonna take no shit from you.  
When I smoke my early-morning cigar, I want peace and quiet so I can concentrate 
on my reps.  I've got to smoke this one down uninterrupted, or else I won't have 
time for five or six more while I'm on the beat during the rest of the day, 
protecting sissies like you."  

Up close, with his angry cop face an inch away from my own, I got a better look 
at him.  He was about 50, and had a salt-and-pepper mustache and a rugged face 
with a day's worth of stubble on it.  His skin was red (or was that just the 
blood rushing to his skin?) with pock marks, and hairs came out of his nostrils 
and ears.

"I'm sorry.  Please, officer, please, let go of me!" I pleaded, as he kept his 
right hand around my throat and placed his cigar back in his mouth with his left 
hand.  He started puffing vigorously, short little puffs one right after 
another, making the cigar light up repeatedly and creating a huge quantity of 
smoke.  "I can't. . .br. . breathe!" I stammered.  He released my throat.  I 
sucked in a huge breath involuntarily, and filled my lungs with the second hand 
smoke he had been dishing out.  I coughed and hacked.  He laughed heartily.  
"Serves you right, you scrawny little punk!  Now did you come here to work out 
or to act like a prissy little girl?  You look weaker than my own daughter.  
Come with me and I'll teach you how to lift like a man."

With that he walked away without turning back.  Against my better judgement, I 
followed him, unable to resist my curiosity for the unknown.  He led me back to 
the weight room.

"Kneel down on the ground in front of me, punk!" he ordered.  He sat at the 
shoulder press.  "Put your head between my legs.  I need something to grab onto 
to keep my balance."  I did as he commanded.  His tree-like thighs locked my 
head into place, and as he lifted, he squeezed so hard I thought he would squash 
my head like a watermelon.  I looked up at his powerful chest and shoulders.  He 
was wearing a white, ribbed tank top (a "wifebeater") that barely contained his 
hairy chest and pecs.  His thick, wide shoulders looked immense as he lifted the 
barbell above his head.  He sucked on his stogie upon lowering the bar behind 
his head, and as he raised it, he exhaled.  His head was tilted down facing me, 
and it seemed he was aiming his puffs downward, so that I would benefit from all 
the second hand smoke he could possibly send my way.

When he finished ten reps, he asked, "How did you like that, cocksucker? You 
learning anything yet?" A drop of sweat fell from his forehead onto my face.

I didn't know what to say as his talk got more sexual and humiliating.  "Answer 
me, boy!"

"Yes sir" I heard myself mumble.

"Now for my next set, come up here and spot me."  He put both his massive hands 
around my head, his meaty palms on my cheeks.  He raised me up that way, so that 
my body had to follow.  He stared me straight in the eyes with his menacing 
glare, his cigar tip lighting up as he continued to milk the thick, long tube 
and blow the smoke directly into my face.  Then with one hand on the back of my 
head, he shoved my face down into his sweaty, hairy left armpit.  "Stay there 
and take note how my deltoids flex when I lift.  If you stick with it, one day 
yours will be this huge too.  Keep your head in place, boy, it's your learning 
day!"    

My nose and mouth were buried deep in the hair and sweat of his pit.  It smelled 
like he hadn't showered for days, his body odor was so strong and pungent under 
there.

  But he was right, as he lifted the weights up and down, with my face up close 
I could see and feel his muscles bulge and flex on each rep as they grazed my 
cheeks.  Beads of sweat were trickling down his side and slicking his body.  He 
put the bar back in place, and said, "How do you like all that sweaty man funk 
under there, kid? Huh?  Why don't you stick out your tongue and lap some of it 
up for me?"

My heart started beating faster as I realized that I wanted to do exactly what 
he ordered.  I opened my mouth and began licking out his pit, tasting the hairs 
and the sweat and the fleshy skin.  I moved on to his biceps and triceps, his 
neck, his pecs, lapping up all the sweat I could eat and massaging his muscles 
with my eager tongue.

"Yeah, worship that muscle and sweat with your faggot tongue.  I knew you wanted 
me the minute I saw you, kid."  He puffed some more smoke my way as I continued 
to bathe and suck his hairy body with my mouth.  "Deep inside you, you like the 
smoke, too.  I can tell.  Alright then, here we go.  Don't even try to resist, 
now"

He grabbed my head and pushed it down to his crotch.  I could see his erection 
straining through the shiny material of his tight shorts.  He forcefully started 
rubbing my face all over his crotch by tugging tufts of my hair towards his cock 
and balls.  I could feel his hard dick through the material as he rubbed it over 
my mouth and cheeks.  

"Yeah, I think this is the kind of workout you need, boy.  Make daddy feel good 
with your little pussy mouth.  Lick me through my shorts, kid!"  I did as he 
asked.  "Yeah, you've done this before, I can tell.  OK, enough foreplay, let's 
move on to the big kahuna!"  He reached down and pushed his shorts to one side 
so that his dick popped out.  It stuck up huge and monstrous, thick around and 
about eight inches long, just like his cigar.  

"Suck on this, bitch!" he commanded.  I couldn't believe this cigar-chomping cop 
was forcing me to perform oral sex on him in the middle of the free weights 
room.  Surely someone would come in and catch us.  I was in no position to 
refuse this giant dominating muscleman, however, so I opened my mouth and 
starting going down on him.  "Yeah, cocksucker, don't stop until I tell you"  He 
proceeded to do a third set of reps, with me there sucking his cock and him 
still sucking his stogie.  I couldn't take my eyes of of him.  He was the most 
virile specimen of pure testosterone in human form I had ever seen.  I started 
going up and down on his giant pole with gusto, wanting to serve him and his 
every need as he pumped himself up on the shoulder press.   He strained and 
yelled out for his last two reps.  When he finished his set, he put the weights 
back on the rack, breathing heavily.  The heavy exercise seemed to turn him into 
an animal.

"Oh yeah, you little whore.  Suck daddy's big one.  You wish you could be as 
strong as me, don't cha?  Look up at your Greek god feeding you his cock.  Look 
at me!  Worship me, you cocksucking faggot.  You're gonna drink some of my seed, 
and maybe then you'll start to beef up, kid!  I'm getting close.  Oh, your mouth 
is just like a pussy.  Your little girly mouth, kid!  Yeah!  I'm gonna start 
cumming.  You better drink it down, faggot, it'll be good for ya.  Don't miss a 
drop of sperm from your cigar-smoking muscle daddy.  Worship me, you little 
cunt.  Unggh yeah, take it all.  Ohhhh!  Yeah!"

I felt his cock enlarge in my throat.  His first shots were so far back I 
couldn't even taste them, he had it lodged so far down.  Then he pulled it up 
onto my tongue and ejaculated some more. This time I tasted it all.  "Swallow 
it, cunt mouth.  Swallow it all!"  He held my head in place, to make it clear I 
had no choice.  I didn't mind, though.  I wanted it all.  I gulped down his load 
and sucked on his cockhead for any last oozes of sperm, as if it was indeed a 
magic elixir of strength and power.  

When he had finished cumming, he leaned back and sighed.  He sucked some more on 
his cigar.  "Here, boy, why don't you try a puff? Open your mouth and say 'ah'.  
That's a good little puppy."  He inserted the wet cigar butt into my mouth, 
which he had smoked down to about 5 inches by now.  I could feel the end of it 
hit the back of my throat like his cock just did.  It felt great to fill my 
mouth back up again with the thick tobacco stick.  "Close your mouth around 
daddy's half-smoked cigar, kid."  I closed my lips around his cigar in my mouth 
and marveled at the notion that I was smoking his saliva-covered stogie.  I 
sucked on it eagerly, and my mouth filled up with rich smoke that tasted like 
rich nuts and wood, far better than I expected.

"Seeing your young cocksucker lips puffing on that cigar is turning me on again.  
How old are you anyway, kid?"

"Eighteen," I lied.

"Oh, yeah? Is this your first cigar, kid?"

"Yeah, I guess so."

"Good for you.  Daddy likes teaching you how to be a man.  Now it's time for you 
to help me with my sit ups. Give me back my cigar, you've had enough for now.   
Lie down here on  the mat, on your stomach."

I did as he said..  I felt the hot and heavy weight of his body as he lay 
himself down on top of me.  His face was next to mine, and he puffed in my 
direction.  He took a long drag and removed the cigar from his mouth.  He blew 
the smoke all over my face, slowly, sensually, almost lovingly.  He then 
inserted his smoky tongue into my mouth, and violently started to force it down 
my throat with the remains of his exhaled smoke.  His tongue was so long, and it 
tasted like his strong cigar.  He started to grind his crotch into my ass.  I 
could feel his erection start to return.  He hitched my shorts up so they rode 
my crack.  He sucked on his finger, which he then used to move aside the skimpy 
material of my gym shorts.  His finger found its way to my asshole, and he 
inserted it bluntly, wiggling vigorously to get inside.  His tongue was still 
ravaging my mouth, and he was moaning loudly.  "Mmmmm gotta get my pecker inside 
your cunt, you little whore.  Do you want me to teach you how a real man does 
his push ups?  Do you son?  Do you want your daddy to show you?"

"Yes, daddy, please, please show me how you do your push ups.  I want to learn" 
I begged, unable to control my ass as it started to pump against his second 
finger as he forced it in.

He pulled off my shorts and positioned his hard cock against my ass.  He re-
inserted his cigar into his mouth.  "OK, just remember, you asked for this.  
Once I start, I won't stop until my workout is through.  No matter how much you 
scream and cry.  Got that?"  

"I think so."

"Good.  Think of it as your personal contribution to your local police 
department."  He removed his wifebeater tank top, and used it to wipe the sweat 
from his entire torso and underarms. 

"Now open your mouth, bitch!"  I did as he commanded, and he stuffed his 
stinking shirt into my mouth and tied it around the back of my head as a gag.  
He spoke directly into my ear.  "Don't want the attendant to hear you screaming.  
You have the right to remain silent.  You've been warned, you fucking teenage 
cum-swallowing faggot whore."  

He lowered himself back down on top of my back, pressing my body to the mat.  He 
lifted his torso off of me with his strong arms.  I could see the veins and 
muscle bulging in his arms.  His biceps must have been as wide in diameter as my 
thighs.  He thrust his pelvis against my ass, and I felt his hard cock force its 
way into my tight virgin hole.  I screamed out through my sweaty gag, wanting  
him to stop, overwhelmed with the sheer pain, crying, begging, pleading, but he 
just kept ramming it further and further in as I strained against him and the 
gag.  "Shut the fuck up, boy!  Ungh!  Take it like a man, you fucking baby!  
Ungh!  Oooh!  Fuck!  Goin' deeper!  Yeah!!!!!!! Oh, shut your trap, punk.  Are 
you a daddy's boy or a momma's boy?"  He ripped the gag from my mouth.  "Answer 
me!"

"I'm your boy, sir!"

"Fucking sissy! Prove it to me!"  I tried to do as he said, I wanted to prove to 
him that I could take it like a man.  

He started to do his push ups, lowering his torso down until I felt his whole 
body on top of mine, with his cock firmly implanted in my ass.  As he raised 
himself up, he exhaled a cloud of smoke onto my face.  I was still crying, 
unable to bear the raw pain and humiliation and lack of control, and the smoke 
was stinging my eyes.  He was tearing my ass in two.  As he lifted himself up, 
he pulled his dick almost completely out of my ass, then plunged it back in as 
he lowered his full weight back down on top of me.

"Count for me, bitch!  Keep track of my reps!"  

"Two!  Three!  Four!"  I cried out as he began his steady push ups.  He sucked 
and puffed, pumped and grunted.  He fucked me fiercely, long-dicking me on each 
rep.  "Eleven, twelve, thirteen!"  I felt my asshole finally start to relax and 
enjoy his deep thrusting.  "Twenty-five, twenty-six, twenty-seven!"  His 
breathing was getting heavier but he showed no sign of letting up. He was a 
pumping, smoking, muscle and cock machine.  A few times his cock completely 
disengaged from my ass.  This didn't stop him for a second, as his cock was so 
rigid and perfectly aimed that he just forced all eight inches back in with one 
fell swoop.  

"Thirty-nine, forty, forty-one!"  My ass was truly getting raped by this virile 
man old enough to be my father.  "Fifty-five, fifty-six, fifty-seven!"  I 
stopped counting for a few reps.  He lifted one hand off the ground and punched 
me in my side with his fist.  I was blinded with pain.  "Don't lose count, you 
fucking cunt!"  I took a deep breath to recover from his blow, but the air was 
so heavily filled with smoke it made me even more dizzy.  "Sixty, sixty-one, 
sixty-two," I quickly resumed, still reeling from the pain of his cruel punch 
and relentless fucking.  

I went from enjoying and turning on to his rape to getting sore and tired.  
"Eighty-five, eighty-six, eighty-seven."  My dick started to soften.  "Please 
stop, Officer, I can't take any more! Stop it! Please!!!" I begged.  

"Keep counting, you fucking whore.  I told you I wasn't stopping my workout till 
I was good and ready!"  Somehow he kept the cigar in his mouth this whole time, 
and he continued to puff on its three-inches as he neared his goal.  "Ninety 
seven, ninety eight, ninety nine, one hundred!"  At that moment, he shuddered 
and grunted like a bull.  He thrust his cock into my rectum up to his pubic 
hair.  It felt like his cockhead would emerge from my mouth on the other end.  I 
felt his warm ejaculation explode in my pillaged ass.  My dick started to get 
hard again at the thought of this grown man getting off inside my ass.  "Take it 
all, you little faggot boy.  Oh, yeah, kid, take your muscle daddy's load.  
Ungh, good boy!  Good little doggie.  Ungh, shooting some more.  Oh, if only you 
were a little girl, I'd love to get you pregnant with this muscle fuck.  Ohhhhh!  
Shooting non-stop, yeah, working out inside your ass, kid!  Ahhh!  Don't you 
wish you could have my baby to remember me by?  Ungh, yeah!  Raped by a stranger 
in the gym?  Ooh, still cumming!  Take it!  Forcing you to drop out of school 
and go on welfare to support your rapist's love child?"

This sick cop was really fucking with my mind in addition to my body.  His words 
made me feel strange and tingly inside.  I felt him collapse on top of me, his 
cock still firmly implanted up my ass.  He stayed there, breathing heavily for a 
minute, still inhaling and exhaling thick quantities of cigar smoke.  Then just 
as violently as he entered me, he pulled out in one painful motion.  

As he stood up, I could see his cock was covered with my shit.  

"Clean this off, you messy faggot."  I took his shitty cock in my mouth and 
sucked hungrily.  His cock was still semi hard.  i didn't care that I was eating 
my own shit off his cock, it felt like a privilege to serve this demi-god in any 
way he desired.  My ass was sore but felt empty without him in it.  He reached 
down with both hands and pinched and twisted my tits as I continued to suck him.  
"Daddy likes to pinch your hard little titties, kid.  You like it, though, don't 
you?"  I sucked heartily to show him how much.  I started to taste a little 
trickle of piss.  He sighed contentedly, and the trickle turned into a steady 
stream.  His strong hands on my head told me there was no choice in the matter.  
I drank hungrily to keep up with the flow, and felt my body tingling all over 
with the excitement of drinking the piss directly from this cigar-smoking 
officer's cock, this 50-year old's cock that had already satisfied me so much by 
filling my ass and mouth with its hardness and its two loads of cop jism.

Once he was satisfied with my progress cleaning his cock and satisfying all of 
his bodily needs, he offered me his cigar butt.  "Here, kid, something to 
remember me by.  Since you won't be having my love child any time soon."  He 
smiled, then pulled his shorts up.  "I've got to hit the showers.  I'm driving 
my wife to work in ten minutes.  Don't smoke that all in one place, ya hear?"   
Still barechested and sweaty, he walked out the door unceremoniously and 
disappeared without looking back.  

I took his cigar and put it up to my mouth.  It was down to only an inch and a 
half.  I rubbed the wet, slimy end over my lips and face, closing my eyes and 
seeing his beautiful and fierce cock in front of me.  Then I sucked in the rich 
smoke and felt it on my tongue.  I couldn't get enough of it.  I took three more 
drags, and let it fill my lungs, even though I had heard you weren't supposed to 
inhale cigars. I felt I needed it badly, to be filled with his smoke.  Since I 
hadn't come yet, I wanted to bring myself to orgasm while I was smoking the rest 
of his cigar.  I only had to jack my dick three or four times, and my load shot 
up in the air about three feet and landed all over the bench press.  I licked it 
off like the cheap cigar whore I had just become thanks to this stranger's raw 
sexuality.  I put my shorts back on.  I saw he left his muscle shirt behind too.  
I held it to my face and breathed in his scent.  Then I put it on.  It 
practically hung down to my knees.

At that moment, I heard someone else enter the room.  It was the front desk 
attendant.  "Hey, what the hell do you think you're doing?  This whole place 
reeks of smoke.  Get the hell out of here, you crazy or something?   We're 
running a health club.  It'll take all day to air this place out.  Give me your 
i.d. card.  Don't even think of coming back.  Get out!"

As I was escorted out the building, I saw my muscle stud across the parking lot 
in his full cop uniform kissing his wife on the lips.  He was obviously giving 
her some of his thick tongue.  I experienced a secret thrill that she was 
tasting the same cigar-smoke coated tongue as I had just moments ago.  His hand 
was riding up inside her skirt and onto her ass.  She pushed it away, but he 
persisted, and then pulled her pelvis tight against his crotch.  He looked back 
at me and winked, then put on his sunglasses, hopped into his squad car and 
drove away with her.  I never saw him again, but I have him to thank for turning 
me on to the joys of cigars, rough sex and regular exercise.