The stale air of the motel room was thick with the acrid promise of something I'd spent a lifetime denying, but it was the rich, leathery scent of a massive cigar that truly coated the back of my throat when the door creaked open. They were there, exactly as promised, but the reality was so much more potent. He was a bear of a man, a hairy redneck in his late 50s with a gut that strained the buttons of his flannel and a thick, graying beard. A monstrous 80-gauge cigar, a dark brown torpedo of tobacco, was clamped in his teeth, the end glowing with a deep, menacing cherry. My cock, traitorous to my entire history, throbbed with immediate, desperate need as I watched him inhale deeply from his cigar. Smoke billowed from his nostrils as he stared me down like prey.But her… she was magnificent. A goddess of abundance with wide, ample hips that promised a soft place to land. She was the embodiment of a fertility that my body, against all my programming, craved with a primal hunger.He grunted, a sound of pure, primal ownership, and she smiled, a soft knowing look. He didn't waste time, maneuvering her onto the bed all the while cigar clenched tightly in his jaw. Her body a landscape of life-affirming softness that mesmerized me to the point where I couldn't look away. He positioned himself between her thick, creamy thighs, and I had my first real look at his cock. It was a masterpiece of masculinity, a big, uncut beast, thick and heavy and already leaking precum like a faucet. First he played with her cunt. At first there was silence, followed by her deep moans then all I could hear was the gradual sound of wetness as she began to squirt harder and harder against his hand. Grinning and smoking deeply, he locked eyes with me as he changed positions and slowly into her. He fucked her with a slow, powerful rhythm, his hairy ass flexing, his heavy balls slapping against her flesh with each deep thrust, all the while puffing on his cigar, the smoke curling around his head like a halo of pure, unadulterated power. The smoke was so thick and the sight so wonderful I must have been tripping. It was like a halo of smoky light began lighting up the couple, illuminating my hidden desires and awakening something deep within me.After a few minutes, he pulled out, his magnificent cock gleaming with her slickness. He looked at me, his eyes dark and commanding. "Get over here and clean me off, boy," he growled, his voice a low, raspy rumble from the cigar smoke. I scrambled onto the bed, my mouth watering. I wrapped my lips around his shaft, and the taste of her hit me like my favorite candy. It was a musky, sweet, slightly salty flavor that was nothing like a man. It was the taste of life, of earth, of pure, unadulterated femininity. I sucked him clean, my tongue delving under his foreskin, chasing every last drop of her nectar. I wasn't just sucking his cock; I was worshipping the tool that had just been inside my new temple.Then, he did something that sent a jolt of pure electricity through me. He pulled his cock from my mouth with a wet pop, got down on the bed beside me, and looked me dead in the eye. "Alright, son," he said, his voice a low rumble that seemed to vibrate through my very bones. "Time for your real lesson. But first, we gotta fix that broken brain of yours." He took a long, slow draw from his cigar, the cherry glowing brightly as he inhaled. He then blew a thick, plume of smoke directly into my face. "Breathe that in," he commanded. "That's the smell of a real man. That's the smell of freedom. You're gonna learn to love it." He then took the cigar from his mouth and pressed it to my lips. "Suck on it. Don't inhale, not yet. Just get the taste of it. Let it fill your mouth." I did as I was told, the rich, earthy flavor of the tobacco coating my tongue, mixing with the lingering taste of her pussy. It was a heady, intoxicating combination."Good," he grunted, a look of savage satisfaction on his face. "Now, let's get down to business. You're gonna learn to worship this pussy like it's the only thing that matters, because it is."He turned his attention to her, her legs still spread wide. "Look at that," he breathed. "That's a masterpiece. That's what real men fight for. You don't just eat it. You worship it. You lose yourself in it. You become part of it."He leaned in and demonstrated. He flattened his wide, rough tongue and took a long, slow, deliberate lick from her entrance all the way up to her clit. She shuddered and moaned. "See that?" he said, his voice muffled by her flesh. "You taste everything. You breathe her in. This is your new religion. This cunt is your god. I am your prophet. And you," he said, tapping my chest, "are my disciple.""Now you try," he commanded. "Do exactly what I do. Don't think, just feel. Feel the truth of the cigar in your mouth. Feel the rightness of this moment. And take a hit of this cigar. Inhale it this time. Let it fill your lungs. Let it make you a man."I leaned in, my heart pounding. I took a long, deep drag from the cigar, the smoke filling my lungs, a warm, spicy rush that made my head spin. I buried my face in her soft belly first, savoring the feel of it. Then I moved down and followed his instruction. I licked her, from bottom to top, just like he showed me. Her taste flooded my senses, richer and more complex than I could have ever imagined. It was intoxicating. It was right."Good boy," he grunted, right beside my ear. "Now get in there. Get your nose in it. Smell what a real woman smells like. This is the smell of victory. The smell of life. Don't be shy. This is what you were meant to do. And keep smoking that cigar. Let the smoke mix with her scent. Let it become a part of you."That was all the encouragement I needed. Something inside me snapped, not just my sexuality, but my entire worldview. The years of denial, the shame, the self-imposed therapy, the liberal conditioning—it all evaporated, replaced by a white-hot, all-consuming obsession. I wasn't a gay man anymore. I was a creature of pure appetite, a convert to a new, depraved faith, and this beautiful cunt was my entire world.I plunged in, my beard scratching against the soft skin of her inner thighs, my nose buried deep in her. I was drowning in her, and I never wanted to come up for air. He was right there, coaching me, his voice a depraved chant in my ear. "That's it, lose control. Get messy. Show her how much you fucking love it. Show her how much you need it. Show her how much you live for it." His words were a litany of perversion, a prayer to a dark god, and they were setting my soul on fire. I took another long drag from the cigar, the smoke mixing with the scent of her cunt, creating a heady aphrodisiac that fueled my depraved hunger."See that little spot right there?" he pointed out, his voice a low, hypnotic murmur. "That's her sweet spot. Flick it with your tongue. Make her scream. Suck her clit. Pretend it's a little cock. Suck it hard. Show her you're a man now. Show her you're a pussy man."I did as he said, my tongue lashing out, flicking and sucking, my beard getting soaked in her juices. She was moaning and writhing, her body responding to my every touch, my every lick. I was in a trance, a state of pure, unadulterated bliss. The cigar smoke mixed with her scent, creating a heady, intoxicating aroma that was driving me wild. I was a man possessed, a man reborn, a man who had found his true purpose."Look at you," he growled with pride in his voice. "You're a natural. A fucking pussy-eating pro. You're not a faggot anymore, are you, boy? You're a pussy man. You're a real man."I couldn't answer. My mouth was full. But he was right. I felt a change happening inside me, a fundamental rewiring of my soul as I drank her essence. When she came, it was with a violent shudder and a gush of hot, sweet liquid that filled my mouth. I drank it all, my body trembling with the sheer, depraved joy of it, the cigar clamped between my teeth like a trophy.When I finally raised my head, my face was a slick, shining mess. I looked at him, my eyes wild with a new kind of hunger. He just laughed, a deep, satisfied rumble. "Told you you'd love it," he said, adjusting the cigar in my mouth. "Welcome to the right team"
