As he usually did on Saturday nights I went down to the cigar store to pick up some of my favorite stogies to smoke that night. When I walked in the usual clerk and owner, Frank, wasn't in. I went to the counter to find a tall, long brown haired man with a great build. "Hey," I said, "where's Frank tonight?"
"He had to take care of some business," the man replied, "I'm Paul."
"John," I responded, as I firmly grasped Paul's hand. "So what can I do you for?" Paul asked. "Why don't you give me three Arturo Fuentes's."
"Arturos..." Paul responded, "long and thick...good choice." With that I felt a slight bulge in my pants at the very words, thick and long. "Hey," Paul said, "you know I'm closing up the store now, but I was just going to go in the back and watch the game...what do you say to some football and a nice smoke?"
I became really excited with this, and not even knowing what Paul was into, decided to take him up on the offer. We went into the back of the store, which I found was a huge room with large leather couches, a huge TV and a bed in a room off to the side.
"I'll be right back," said Paul. While he was gone I took out one of my cigars and lit it, enjoying every puff of the rich smoke. I smelt a cigar being lit in another room, and the very smell made my cock jump. When Paul came out he was holding a 7" Manacundo cigar and wearing a robe.
