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Great Greek stories always began with 'In medias res' which means "In the middle of things." It is their 'Once upon a time' but it implies that a story often doesn't have a clear beginning as all things are but a moment in time. My own personal stories I tell as Dogger the anthropomorphic canine isn't going to be considered as great of a story that can rival Homer, but this tale of sweaty males fucking while cigar smoke fills the air is definitely going to start in the middle of things.

The cigar is the true hero of this story and often goes under appreciated. Immediately when thinking of a cigar the mind wanders to a specific stereotype. There's the rich fox gent with his top hat and monocle, the leather daddy bear in jeans and chaps ready to train his cub, or even the action hero crocodile taking a puff before his one liner. These males may smoke cigars but they are not what the cigar represents.

Each and every cigar is a delicately crafted work of art. In this digital age of iphones, X-rays, and string theory, the best cigars in the world are still rolled with simple paws and claws. They are made of tobacco leaves and nothing more, complex in construction and adorned with a fancy band to let you know who crafted it. You're not likely to ever get cancer without abusing them and there are few more pleasurable ways to end the day than a good cigar and a nice glass of whiskey.

So there I stood, in the middle of things. Rather, in the middle of a walk in humidor in a cigar shop that I hadn't visited before. Just browsing the selection of thousands of cigars. Some familiar friends, others intriguingly foreign to me. The selection process is important, especially when you know the occasion for which the cigar will be smoked.

Knowing you are moments away from having guaranteed sex is a strange thing. The surprise is taken out of the equation, but so is the anxiety of having to worry what your partner is in the mood for. You can close your eyes and picture it, the tastes and scents are all there exactly as they will be, if not soon better in practice than imagined. At this point I knew a story was going to be written when I returned home, but my story still needed a hero. Not too thin but not too long either, it had to fit the moment and not linger for too long. Soon I spotted it, resting comfortably in its Ecuadoran Corojo wrapper adorned with a silver and purple band.

Our hero is the La Sirena Merlion, named for the mythical creature whose body is half mermaid and half lion. The cigar felt good in my paws, this would be exactly what I needed for the occasion. I felt like I was in my own little world with my wandering thoughts of what was to come, but once I left the walk in humidor the atmosphere of the rest of the shop returned to me in full force. The humble cigar shop was filled with five other males puffing on cigars and watching sports, one of the few places here where one can still smoke indoors. Perhaps some day in the future I'd come back here to join them, but tonight I had business to attend to. The store clerk was a friendly stallion that complimented my choice of cigar selection, but I didn't know whether to believe him or not as he was just about to make a sale. He was kind enough to loan me a guillotine to snip off the cigar's cap and then offered a temporary plastic sealed bag to carry our hero in. Just a fifteen minute drive to the boar's house from here.

Digression in a smut story just begs to be skipped through, but context is everything. Sure, I'm about to get my cock sucked by a hungry boar and then fuck him from behind while I smoke it, but why are we fucking? The context matters and when you're thrown in the middle of things sometimes you have to take a step back.

So let's step back to the first time my cock was in the boar's muzzle, after all that's how we met. Perhaps when our digression is back to the first legitimate glory hole experience of my life it can be forgiven. In one booth we have a wolf mutt canine that is narrating this story, once again too curious for his own good. The big boar hog in the other booth can't see my furry chest and belly pressed up against the wall. He can't see the predominately great dane features that make up my brown muzzle or the large rapidly wagging tail behind me. He could see the wildly pulsing pink flesh of my malehood if it wasn't already shoved down his throat, or the cream colored fur that covered my aching balls if his nose and muzzle wasn't buried so deep into the warm musk of my crotch fur.

The boar can taste me and I can feel his engulfing muzzle, but I still can't see him yet. Nearly eight months ago now I can still remember feeling concerned of making a bad impression when I came inside his muzzle. I fired several sour ropes of pent up seed that filled his maw with the sticky substance he was hoping for, but I did so too early. Before the boar another male had sucked me for quite a few minutes and then left without warning right when I was close to cumming. I only had half of a moment to curse my blue balled situation before the boar swooped in to finish the job. I was grateful for his 'service' in my time of need, but when I pulled out of the glory hole I figured he was going to feel cheated for not getting more of a suck out of his visit.

I remember pulling up my pants, buckling my belt up and getting ready to leave when I saw a tiny slip of paper in the boar's hoof wagging at me through the glory hole. Once I left the dark booth I realized it was his phone number. With nothing more than my dick, I had earned myself someone's digits.

When I left the adult bookstore that housed the glory hole booths that day I did see the boar in the parking lot, I just didn't know it was him. He was stout, but not overweight. Covered in dark chocolate bristled fur with large tusks and a wrinkled snout. There was plenty of muscle on the hog too, he looked like he belonged on a football field more than he did on his knees at a glory hole.

Thinking back its hard to believe what actually occurred. The hog quickly went into the adult bookstore and came out not two minutes with my seed in his belly, completely satisfied to return home as if he specifically went shopping for cum. Speaking from the perspective of a dominant alpha male canine, I can't express how much I fucking love that mindset, that need in a submissive male.

Knocking on his door now in the present day, that need was back once again. Only this time we weren't two males hidden away in a dark room, we were hugs, smiles, and bulging pants just ready to get things started once again. It would just be like old times, only now we had the hero cigar and it's inclusion would change how the boar and I spent time together from this day forward.

As I entered his home, I could still smell the subtle scent of soap and wet fur on the boar. Only now he wasn't just a boar or a muzzle in the dark, he was Luther. Luther and I don't meet as often as we'd like since he lives an hour away and I don't have an excuse to see the sexy boar unless I am in town attending college classes. His work shift just ended about a half hour before my arrival as well so now that we're both a bit settled in for something exciting at the end of a long day.

Luther's snout wobbled at the Merlion Cigar as I took it out of the plastic bag, taking in it's rich aroma for the first time. The scent of a fresh cigar should always be appreciated, the tobacco has a very distinctive smell that is absolutely wonderful and differs from one cigar to another. I noticed the Merlion's aroma too more in Luther's home than I did in the smoke shop, taking an extra sniff of the clean air and wanting to make sure our plans were still as I understood them. "So Luther, you really don't mind if I smoke this inside?"

The big hog shook his head, seeming certainty carrying his voice as he spoke. "I thought about going in the backyard, but some of the neighbors can be nosey and it'll be much warmer inside."

I was thankful for that. Most of my cigar smoking is done in my own backyard, the cold months aren't kind on the paws and being warm while smoking was just as appealing than the thought of sex. "Do you have a lighter? I got the thing cut but it still has to be toasted. I would have brought my cigar stuff but I didn't get your message until after I left the house this morning."

Luther walked off into another room, his curled tail swaying back and forth on those thick hams of his. Most of his house was still unknown to me other than the bedroom. "Here we go." His hooves flicked on the fire and held the flame up for me to place the cigar's foot into. His sniffing snout told me he was curious of the process since cigars were unfamiliar to him.

"You have to toast the foot of the cigar just gently so it self combusts." The boar nodded along as I moved the cigar in a circular motion, making sure the fire was licking across every part of the Merlion's base evenly. "This will just take another twenty seconds or so more, we want to make sure it's got a nice orange glow on it before we're done." Soon the cigar was ready and I stuck it in my hanging muzzle before giving it three strong puffs. The suction of air made the fire dance along the cigar's end and when a steady exhale of smoke left my nostrils, Luther knew he could set the lighter down on the bed and get into position.

The stallion that sold me the Merlion was right after all, this was definitely a superior cigar. After a year of being a cigar smoker I still don't have the perfect pallet to accurately describe all of the Merlion's flavors, but I know what I like and this cigar was absolutely one of my top ten. The smoke was rich and smooth, coming off of me as if I had swallowed a cloud each time I took a puff of it. I admired it's flavors as the boar and I shed our clothing. Sometimes it can be cute to undress one another but busy males often get straight to business, especially when you first met at a glory hole, there should never be a reason to feel shy around someone you are comfortable enough to have sex with.

Once I had nothing on but my own fawn fur, I hopped up on to the bed and made myself extra comfortable with every pillow he had available. Luther shuffled his way between my legs and quickly slurped up my pink tip with a lewd snort, pulling down my sheath with one hoof and showing me the wet warmth of his maw that reminded me the primary reason we were here. I responded to his attentions by taking in a long draw of the cigar, feeling an intense relaxation wash over me in the combined process. I was smoking a great cigar while my cock was getting sucked.

I am so going to write a story about this.

There are a whole lot of cocksuckers in this world, but few with Luther's talents. I have the ability to last a long time during sex, but this boar sure as hell doesn't make that easy on me. He keeps me inside of his muzzle until I'm completely out of my sheath, not gagging once before I've reached my full girth and firmness. His thick meaty tongue works the underbelly of my cock like a prize and continues to bob his head at just the right rhythm so I feel the maximum amount of pleasure and that his neck won't get sore any time soon.

The only time he stopped was to lean forward more and lick at my balls, rolling the egg shaped orbs around in his mouth and flicking tongue. "Oh damn, that cigar is actually smelling pretty good."

My member gave an extra throb at hearing that remark. I figured he simply didn't mind the cigar smoke, I had no idea he was actually going to like it. "I've been told a good cigar can smell almost like incense. I'm glad you enjoy it because it's going to stay in this room for quite a while." He smiled at me as I gave off a chuckle, licking at my tip and suckling down my flowing precum before swallowing me back down into the warmest depths of his maw again. I can't help but melt into the bedsheets, damn he's good.

By this time the Merlion cigar had reached about a forth of its life. A nice pillow of ash resting on the tip of the cigar, still holding firm. Each puff I took mixed with each suckle of the boar's hungry slurping made me feel like I'm in another world. I didn't have to do a damn thing in this position, I could let every muscle go and just relax completely. The cigar smoke helps with that, the rich taste of the smoke danced with my tongue before I released it up toward the ceiling in a big huff, letting my muscles go nice and soft as the bit of nicotine entered my system. Luther's perfect attention to my dick satisfied an otherwise wild lust that was always at the back of my mind, controlling it in one of my favorite ways possible and to such an expert degree.

It takes every single bit of my concentration to keep from cumming quickly into the hog's skillful maw. Every bit of drool was so warm, so controlled and he made sure I felt every fold and curve of his hungry mouth slipping and sliding across my throbbing flesh. My tip spent more time spurting pre into the depths of his throat than anywhere else, feeling the hot breath of the boar while he stuffed his cheeks full of canine cock. He kept me lodged in his throat for long lengths of time, not even coming up for air but instead simply let his large snout sniff deeply into the musk of my crotch fur, as if wanting to take every breath with as much of me in it as possible.

You don't find many that can deep throat and still use their tongue to its full extent at the same time. Luther's tongue was perverse in its slobbery dedication to pleasure. The fat and wriggly appendage would keep swirling and slipping all along my pink shaft as if independent from what his throat was doing. One second it was flicking at my urethral entrance, the next it would be snaking at either side of my girth alternating sides.

Eventually the cigar needed to be purged to get rid of the build up of chemicals and refresh it's taste. Luther took a quick break from my saliva and precum dripping knotted cock to offer the lighter again when I motioned to it. I blew into the cigar to get rid of everything that isn't desirable in a blaze of purple fire, puffing on it once more to taste nothing but clean, wonderful smoke once again with balanced flavors.

This is all foreplay. I've been here before just to get sucked, but Luther specifically requested we do something more when he messaged me. The cigar may have been my idea, but the boar had something of his own planned. I thought back to our text messages as I knocked off the pillar of ash building up on the Merlion.

"Yes, you can smoke a cigar when you come here. Will you also fuck me doggy style?"

"You mean you want me to fuck you while smoking a cigar?"

"Sure, if you want to. I want you to drill me deep and hard."

Sexual dialogue is so much easier when you can just look back at the history on your cell phone.

Suddenly my thoughts float away with the cigar smoke as I feel the weight of the boar crush into my lap. He fumbled with my pink shaft for merely a second before I was deep inside of him, feeling his hot insides hug and wrap my pulsing organ. It felt like he had a million muscles inside of his body crushing down on my malehood, yet each one welcomed me with ease. Then I realized what he must have been off doing while I was tending to the first puffs of the Merlion, the boar had lubed himself up ahead of time. Seems tonight's sexual adventure ended up having a surprise thrown in after all. As more of my knotted member sunk into the boar's body, I saw his sheath for the first time, the pale color of his corkscrew cock twisting up and down from it in frantic excitement the more I managed to fill him with canid girth. Since he was laying on his belly while he sucked me on the bed, this was the first time I had a chance to really see his body up close. The hog was a bulky blend of fur and hair, most of which was a lot softer on his torso than his back. He had extra patches of fur tufts in all the right places that decorated his chest, belly, and armpits in such a masculine way that made my knot swell.

He moaned out deeply when I sunk into him completely, my thickness can be a lot to take and the tender pucker under his tail wasn't quite doing the flawless job with it that his muzzle had earlier. I couldn't help but give a grin, at least there were still a few things I could teach this boar. We never discussed ages but he likely had about five years on me. I let my hips shift to help him settle before he finally sank down on the entirety of my knotted cock, relief spilling out from his body when he was able to finally give into me.

The boar was absolutely built like a football player. I'm built thick, but Luther was extra thick, probably a big stronger than me too. It took him a moment to gather himself before he started to rock back and forth and ride on top of me, his hooves grasping at my chest muscles to hold. I gave him a few bucks upward when I felt he was too comfortable, just a tiny reminder of pressure that the boar was still learning a thing or two about how to handle an alpha male's cock. Each stroke I felt inside of him was a boost to my own ego, the boar wanted specifically to be taken doggy style by his canine companion, but sucking me was too much of a tease that he couldn't help but hop on.

His snout danced wildly when I teasingly blew smoke up at him. He didn't just like it, he was loving this. Even his twirled cock seemed to grow more full at the Merlion's intoxicating scent.

The next pillow of cigar ash falling off marked the half way mark, it was time to get to business. "Alright, let me get up so I can get behind you. Do you want me behind you on the bed or standing on the floor when I take you?"

Luther gave a deep groan as my fat shaft popped out of him. "However you want to fuck me. Both sound great."

It took me a few years to figure out that bottoms aren't simply indecisive, but they want to pleasure a dominant male in a very nonspecific manner. This big masculine hog wanted his body used specifically for my pleasure the way that I saw fit. He wanted each thrust to feel random and wild, to make him jump and squirm with delight. That every grunt and groan I gave was because of him allowing his body to be used for my sexual enjoyment until I filled him with cum.

"Alright, here we go." My words spilled out of my muzzle along with a heavy cloud of cigar smoke. It was starting to fill the room pretty well at this point, making the bliss of fucking look like a beautiful dream.

His gut and ass muscles were so solid, it was difficult for my paw to find his hip so I could hold on correctly. Once I did, I was not gentle. I made sure to rut the boar hard and deep, once he started snorting I knew he was getting exactly what he needed. At first he was trying to push back into me, but he quickly learned that was getting himself far too much pressure than he had planned for and simply held still so I could fuck him properly. Perhaps it was all of the smoke in the room, but I felt as if things were going in slow motion. Watching the fur and tight skin ripple on his solid cheeks each time my hips met his. The sweat starting to form on both his body and mine, spilling down onto the bed in tiny little musky droplets. Part of the fun of sex with another male is to display your strength through how hard you can hump, I don't want to speak for the boar too much but I think he got my point. The smoke seemed to pour off of me as if the Merlion cigar and I were one in the same, it held firm on my free paw while I held the boar with the other, pistoning hard into him over and over until I finally slowed down a little to give him a break.

"Mmmm.... that's what you needed, wasn't it?" Sometimes I try not to be too full of myself, but this didn't seem like the moment to be modest.

He snorted and grunted as if he was waiting for me to stop slamming into him before he could breathe again. "Oh yeah, Dogger. Just like that, just keep doing that." His chest was buried deep into the bed now while he moaned, ass high up in the air so that the hog's hooves could reach under his belly to stroke and pull at his corkscrew member while I was inside of him.

I wanted to be gentle with him for just a bit longer. It isn't often you make a friend during sex rather than after, but that's just how things worked with Luther and I. I could feel myself growing more fond of him as I learned his body. His bristled hide was extra full in all the right places, muscles still strong enough to grip me even after that plowing. He's got a really great personality too, I'm proud to call the boar a friend. A friend that's about to take my seed like a champ.

Smoking a cigar is all about controlling your breathing, but breathing in sex is wild and rampant. The two don't quite mix as easily as you may imagine, but the more I screwed the boar and smoked the better I felt I was getting at it. Eventually once my pace picked up I had to let it rest above my paw so I could grab Luther by both hips and really drive myself home. Specifically my knot was swelling and aching and I wanted it deep inside his hot innards.

In that moment we were reduced to nothing more than sweaty animals. Muscles rippled and sweat was flung about the room. His powerful muscles didn't make it easy on me, but after a few wild and forceful thrusts I managed to pop my knot deep inside of him. I hadn't had the entirety of my canine member buried inside of a male in a while and I forgot how good it felt. Not being a canine himself, the boar pulled away in response to the large bulbous flesh being shoved into the warm socked of his ass. That pulling only made me swell farther, filling his depths with a new sensation as the cream of my orgasm flooded inside of him. I howled loudly and fell atop his back, feeling jets of alpha male cum flowing into my boar friend with an unexpected force.

I smoked the cigar again once I was completely spent. Still trying to balance breathing as the boar soaked the bedsheets with his own fluids. His inner muscles crushed against my knot tightly in a squeeze that felt like it was making me swell all over again.

The two of us stayed like that for a while, letting our members drain completely before settling in a more comfortable spot. Now with a forth of the cigar left to be smoked and a very firm tie keeping us together, we had some time to kill and being relaxed in one another's company for the duration was a welcome activity after all that sweaty exertion. We laid side by side and he helped me purge the Merlion one final time, allowing me to puff the hero cigar a few more times as we talked before all three of us would have to say our goodbyes.

"What ever made you decide to give me your number in the first place?" It could have been my imagination but the cigar seemed even better the closer it came to the end. Whenever I wasn't talking or breathing, I was a chimney.

"I like what I saw." The boar twisted a bit in his position, still knotted to me and trying to get comfortable. "I made sure to peek at you though the hole after you were done so I could get a good look at you."

I nearly blushed, I didn't think he saw me at all that first day. "Here I thought you just gave your number out to anyone you met there. I thought I left a bad impression from cumming too quickly."

"No, I just thought I did my job right!" His loud bellows of laughter shook away any concern I would ever have of that early memory ever again.

"You definitely did." I laughed right along with him, our bodies feeling like one solid mass with my knot holding us firmly together.

Nearly twenty minutes later the swelling in my shaft had gone down enough for me to pull my know from Luther's muscled ring, that twisty tail looking like a bouncing spring as we pulled apart with a wet pop. We continued to exchange laughs and stories until the Merlion cigar was finished, left to rest atop the pillows of ash it had created during my fun with the boar.

"I've never done anything like that before with a cigar... it was actually pretty damn hot! We'll have to do that again." Luther's last words are what will stick with me whenever I think back to this story, letting me know the fun that is in store for us in the future.