Cigar smoke. It hit Stan's nostrils as he passed the door of a new neighbor in his apartment block. It had it's usual effect on him as he felt a twinge in his groin and his member started to express itself. The neighbor was a bit of an an enigma. He had only moved in a week or so ago, but Stan had never laid eyes on him. All he knew was that he drove a late model Silverado and a Harley motorcycle. When Stan left for work in the morning, both were parked side-by-side, and when he came home in the evening, one or the other were gone.

Today was Sunday, and apparently Stan's neighbor was home. What had only been a casual observation to Stan was now changing to intrigue. He wondered what the neighbor looked like. With the additional info, Stan began to fantasize. He imagined a burly biker type, bearded, maybe a little older. Back in his apartment, the fantasy grew in his mind, and before long, he was naked and jacking off while he smoked a pipe or two, stroking both his cock and ample mustache.

Stan was a stolid pipe man. He'd always admired cigar men, but wasn't a fan of smoking a cigar. To him, the smell was always far better than the taste. He'd had a few times with the occasional cigar bearman, but it was always mutual cigars or Stan not smoking at all. Only once did Stan have the experience of smoking a pipe during sex while the other smoked a cigar. Stan jacked off for months from that experience, but it was an out-of-towner who Stan never saw again.

A week or so later, Stan had taken a day off to have his aging Ranger worked on and had come home early. It was late afternoon when he heard the Harley start up and Stan rushed into the kitchen where he could see the rider. His pulse quickened as he saw his fantasy astraddle the big bike. He was well over six-foot, with dark brown hair in a ponytail, with a thick beard starting to grey. He wore boots, jeans, a western shirt and had a cowboy hat tied to the back of the seat. Stan's eyes were glued to the sight as he watched him back out his bike, click into gear and rumble off.

Stan fired up a big pipe and had himself a good old session right there. At 32, he damn well knew what he liked and he liked everything he saw in this man. He was dying to actually meet him, but couldn't think of a way to strike up a conversation. In his fantasy, he was lying on his back, smoking a pipe and staring into the eyes of this cigar-smoking bull of a man as he fucked him mercilessly.

Another Sunday came, and again, Stan walked past the neighbor's apartment. Something made him stop this time, a sound, or sounds. As Stan listened closer, it sounded like the moans and noises of a man deep in the throw of passion. A second man was also making noise, along with a rhythmic music track. "He's watching a gay porno?!" thought Stan. "Ha-holy shit!" he muttered under his breath. He fought the urge to knock on the door as he stood and listened. What happened next blew his mind.

"Come on in, bubba! I know yer out there listenin'!"

Stan's heart pounded as he slowly opened the door. A wall of cigar aroma hit him as he stepped into the dining area and looked across to see two hairy guys in a deep fuck on a flatscreen on the opposite wall. The big man was mostly hidden by the back of a sofa. His head was above it, hair hanging loosely as he blew smoke from a half cigar clenched in his furry jaw.

"C'mon in, bud, I ain't gonna bite!"

Stan's dick immediately started to grow as he walked into the living area. He rounded the sofa and there was this biker; hairy, naked, smoking a hefty cigar and jacking off his throbbing member. "Ya like what ya see, bubba? The man smiled around his cigar. He stood up and stuck out a hairy hand. "Walt. BW for short for Big Walt."

"S-S-Stan. Damn, I-uh-uh-uh.."

"Wasn't expecting this? Well, I've seen you a couple few times and kinda wondered if you were checking me out. How about you getting' comfortable and joinin' me? Fire up that pipe of yours!"

"Well-let me go get one and I'll be right back!"

Stan quickly beat feet to his place. His hands were shaking as he unlocked the door. He spied a big Bari, his pouch and a lighter. He grabbed them and quickly returned to BW's. BW was in the kitchen and called out as Stan walked back in.

"Beer?" he called out to Stan, "Fire that big fucker up, bro!"

"Sure, I'll have one!" Stan shakily packed the well-smoked briar and fired up. A big cloud poured out as he exhaled. BW's still hard cock bounced as he walked toward Stan, proffering a Shiner Bock. "Damn! I love the smell of a good pipe and that looks damn hot on ya! Nice thick 'stache to boot! Hell yeah! Love me a hot pipe smokin' cow-bear!"

Stan took a big haul off his pipe and took a healthy swig. He exhaled another cloud into the already hazing room. BW sat back down on the sofa and continued to puff on his cigar, only removing it to take a drink.

"Well hell, man! Get yourself comfortable and come sit here! Lemme take ya all in!"

Stan, while no means as tall, broad or hairy as his new friend, was just under six foot, medium build and moderately hairy. His two-day stubble complimented the thick, auburn, walrus 'stache and balding, short hair. Just starting on his middle-age spread, he wasn't exactly diminutive, but still considerably smaller in stature. He quickly shucked out of his clothes and sat down next to BW, who immediately reached out and grabbed Stan's throbbing six inches. Stan reached out and grabbed BW's nearly eight inches of thick cock and the two began to moan through clouds of strong tobacco smoke.

BW. Pulled his cigar out and began to lean in. Stan followed suit and the two locked lips, eyes closed, tongues exploring, grappling, tasting each other as the mutual jacking intensified. Stan reached out and set his pipe down and began playing with BW's nipple. He released his grip and reach for the other while still in a deep kiss. BW followed and both men were working each other's nipples while locked mouth-to-mouth.

Stan broke and started licking his way down the hairy man's neck, licking and biting his ear on the way down his neck and landing on a nipple. BW's moans deepened as stan licked and sucked at the thick button of flesh, gently flicking, pinching and rubbing the other. He changed sides and did the other as BW leaned over, picked up his stump of a cigar and relit it.

A fresh cloud wafted past Stan as he licked hungrily. He moved down towards BW's near purple cock and licked the shaft and head. BW's moans turned to low grunts as Stan worked his tongue around the engorged pole. BW let out a long, low moan as Stan wrapped his lips around the bulbous head and slid the whole shaft into his hungry mouth. Starting slow, Stan worked the shaft in and out, swallowing down to BW's nuts and rising back up, keeping the head in his mouth. Smokey groans poured out of the big man as he timed thrusts deep into Stan's mouth.

Stan could sense BW was getting close and he let the boner gently slide out of his mouth. BW grabbed his chin and pulled him back up for another long kiss, with more nipple play. Now it was BW who slowly worked his way down to Stan's nipples, slightly rougher, but erotic.

"Fire up that pipe, man! I need to smell that fucking hot smoke!" BW grumbled around a nipple. Stan reached over and fired up again as BW worked his way down to Stan's throbbing bone. BW wasted no time going to work bobbing up and down while Stan exhaled noisy clouds. By now the air was thick with smoke, sweat and the baritone sounds of man-to-man pleasures.

"Whoa, Big-un! I don't wanna come just yet!"

BW pulled up with a big hairy grin, "Sorry Pard! Smelling that pipe smoke's got me all horned up and I get carried away! Let's say we head to the back and get somethin' on!'

The two men got up off the sofa. Stan picked up his pouch and lighter as BW grabbed a fresh cigar from a humidor on a bookshelf. The two padded back into the bedroom and climbed onto the big bed. Stan reached over to an ashtray with cigar ash in it and dumped what was left in his pipe. He repacked it and fired back up as he laid on the bed. He watched as BW clipped and fired up a fresh cigar.

"Got lube and poppers, bubba?" Stan asked. BW, smiling, disappeared momentarily and returned with a small brown bottle. He reached into a nightstand drawer and pulled out a bottle of Gun Oil.

"You want what I think you want, bubba?"

"Oh hell yeah, man! Fucking give it to me! I need your cock in me!"

"Well, you just fire up that big ol pipe and let me work on ya"

With that, Stan fired up and BW slowly raised up Stan's legs. He knelt down and planted his tongue on Stan's pucker and began licking and tonguing. Stan let out smokey moan after smokey moan as he felt furry lips around his hole and a warm sensation of a tongue darting in and out. Once in a while, a wet cigar end would circle and slowly enter in and out while Stan hauled on the big briar.

The sensation changed as he felt a lubed digit slowly circle then enter him. Gently and deliberately the finger slowly crept in to the knuckle. Stan grabbed the popper bottle and took a small snort. His hole relaxed even more as the wave of popper flushed over him. He barely felt the second finger glide in as BW slowly worked the hole wider and wider. A third finger found it's way in as Stan took another hit and chased it with more pipe smoke.

BW slid his fingers out and wiped them off with a small towel. He reached over for his cigar, unwrapped and clipped it. Stan handed him his lighter and watched BW fire the big cigar to life. BW languidly drew on it as he pumped more lube into his hand and coated his throbbing cock. He slid one, two, then three fingers up Stan with some extra lube. As he pulled his hand out, Stan took a big hit off the poppers, stuck his pipe back in his mouth and stoked it back to life.

BW waited until he knew the poppers were about to peak and pointed his tool at Stan's hole. Stan hauled smoke deep as he felt the thick cock enter him slowly, then in and out, working deeper and deeper until he felt BW's nuts against his ass. BW paused for a minute, then began an easy thrust in and out. Waves of euphoria poured over Stan as he felt this big, beautiful man slowly work himself in and out of his hungry hole. The big mushroom head of BW's thickening tool slammed Stan's prostate. Stan felt it up into his gut as the big biker thrust head to hilt to head.

The room was full of smoke, sweat, mansex, grunts and exclamations as two coupled furiously. Both men were hauling long and hard as the pounding continued. Both were displaying stamina on a lever neither had ever experienced. It seemed endless, tirelessly endless. Two ursine spirits locked physically, spiritually, a masculine bonding of flesh and soul. Their faces were locked in ecstasy, eyes boring into each others' very core. The neighbors, no doubt were getting an earful.

"Oh yeah, fuck me, bubba!! Yeah, yeah, yeah, keep the dick in me bubba! Oh gawd that feels so good! Oh goddam fuck me! Oh yeah, fuck me!"

"Keep chuggin that pipe, bro! Damn that smells awesome! Shit, I needed to fuck! Ya like that cock up ya, doncha! Hell yeah I'm fuckin ya bro!

Stan was jacking himself now as the pounding filled him over and over. There'd be a pause every now and again for Stan to take another slash from the poppers. Each time, BW would start pounding Stan's hole with renewed energy. As the rush roared over Stan, he felt the big man's thrusts through his whole body. Every so often Stan would reach up and tug on BW's nipples as the two men were locked ass-to-dick. BW would reach down and do the same, assaulting the pipeman's hole and working nipples with ankles on his hairy shoulders.

It wasn't stamina that gave way, it was the erotica that kept ebbing and surging, building, inching it's way closer to the inevitable. BW was starting the feel deep in his groin the rising gorge to a climax. BW paused briefly, still buried deep in Stan.

"I'm getting damn close, bro! Ya like bein' bred?"

"Oh fuck yeah, bubba! Bury that load deep in me! I wanna feel ya cum!"

"Hand me that bottle of popper, bud! We're fixin' to go for a ride!"

Stan handed BW the poppers. The big man took a long, deep haul and handed it back to Stan. Stan took another haul himself and braced for what was about to happen.

BW picked up speed and power as he pounded deeper and harder, slamming his thickening cock up the pipe man's ass with a pounding he'd never mustered before. He was fucking the hottest pipe man he'd ever seen and the pipe man was getting off on his cigar! It was almost too much. He felt the hot, roiling sensation rising, slowly working it's way up, up and eventually:

"Ahhhwww God, Stan, I'm gonna cum! Ho-yeah, I'm gonna cum! I'M GONNA CUM, BRO! I'M GONNA CUM! I'M GONNA CUM UP YOUR ASS! I'M GONNA CUM UP YOUR ASS STAN! I'M GONNA! I'M GONNAAAAAAHHHHHHFFUUUUUUCK! AAAHHH! OH, OOH OOOHH GAAWD! OHHFUUUUUCKKAAAAHHHHH!

Stan had been pounding his fist around his cock for all he was worth as this assault took place. This was his fantasy and it had unfolded beyond his wildest imagination. A hairy, hulking cigar man was fucking his brains out and getting off on his pipe smoke! The synergy was perfect as they met each others deepest need and now the wrenching climax was upon them.

Stan felt the big man get bigger as he reached his peak and as he felt the first spasm of man cream wash over BW's mushroom head, his own climax came to it's peak:

"OH YEAH, FUCK ME! OH YEAH, FUCK ME, BUBBA!! YEAH, B-DUB! YEAH, YEAH FUCK ME, BUBBA! OH YEAH! OH YEAH OHHHMYFUCKINGGOOODYEEEAAH! YEEEAAAAH BUBBA!! AAWWWWWWYYEEEEAAH!!

Stan sprayed his wads all over himself and BW as his body writhed, wracking with spasm after spasm as he came, over and over. He nearly bit off his pipe stem as he bucked and shook from the climax that took over his whole body. He had never cum like that ever. Neither had BW.

BW collapsed beside Stan and slowly caught his breath.

"Goddam, Big-un! I've never been fucked like that in my life!"

"I fuckin KNOW I ain't ever fucked like that in my life!"

The two men laid there, spent, smoking the last of the enormous pipe and the last stump of cigar. Slowly catching breath and hearts returning to a normal rhythm. Both were speechless in the afterglow. Both had the man-to-man experience of their lives.

After coming down a bit more:

"Fuck! That was-"

"Fuckin' awesome, Big-Un!"

"Damn, I'm hungry!"

"Yeah bud, me too."

"What's that burger place up on Preston like?"

"What, off Beltline? Killer."

"Ahhiight."

The two men shared a long sensuous shower taking good care of important regions, almost coming again. Finally they dressed and went out. When they came back, they went to Stan's place. Now it was Stan's turn, as BW had a few fantasies of his own.

But that's another story. continue reading... Howdy Neighbor PART II