[SS-012] Cigar

[CIGAR]

Michel woke up lying on the sofa in the middle of a living room inside a large house he did not know. He saw the morning light passing through the windows of the unknown mansion. His shirt was missing.

He stood up and walked around in his jeans trying to recollect what happened the night before and how he got there. His loiter brought him to the kitchen. Beside the sink was a stick of cigarette and a lighter. Under the two items, there was a yellow post-it with a note, "light me up and put me in your mouth."

Being a health buff and a gym junkie, Michel knew exactly the ill-effects of smoking. As far as he remembered, he never smoked a stick in his entire life. He even advocated against it.

But the cigar on the kitchen top elicited much curiosity in him. His hands moved against his will. His left picked up the cigar and placed the colored tip between his lips. His right took the lighter, ignited it and burned the other end of the stick.

As soon as Michel tasted the misty chemicals that were released into his mouth, his recent memory started kicking in. He remembered taking a taxi the night before. He remembered the burly male driver lighting up a cigarette when they stopped in the middle of the traffic. He remembered how the smoke that the driver breathed out blurred his senses as it touched his nostrils. After that, all he could remember was how hard his dick was as two burly hands touched and man-handled him at the backseat.

Before he was able to completely consume the cigar as he stood facing the sink, Michel felt two familiar hands--- burly hands--- touch his shoulders. The hands were so strong that it made him drop the remains of the stick he was smoking. The burly hands turned him around.

Behind him he saw the large-bodied driver, grinning from ear to ear. 

"Time to put something else in your mouth," the man spoke as he pushed Michel down.

Overwhelmed with all the smoky stuff in his head, Michel unbuckled the man's pants and sucked his cock as soon as it sprang free.