My Turn

This is a short account of an insane experience my friends and i had the year after becoming adults...

I'd just turned 18 and was about to begin my senior year of high school. My mind was fixated on two things: booze and girls. Unfortunately, I wasn't old enough to secure the former or good-looking enough to snag the latter. It was a frustrating--and boring--time.

This is why Mark's proposal intrigued me. Like me, Mark was 18 and gearing up for his last year as a high-school student. And, like me, Mark loved to catch a good buzz. According to Mark, he'd found a steady source of alcohol over the past summer after befriending too older guys who shared an apartment above the hardware store on the street that ran through our small city's "downtown." He insisted that these guys were both "cool as hell" and always had a ton of beer and liquor at their place. Mark was heading there that afternoon, and he invited me to come along.

With nothing better to do, I agreed to join him. I was a shy dude back then, so I was a little apprehensive as Mark hit the intercom button on the door next to the hardware store. My anxiety only grew after we were buzzed in and entered the upstairs apartment.

Two men were sitting across from each other in the living room, both with beers in hand. One was white, with dirty blond hair and a short beard. He looked tall--and at least 35-years old. The other was Black, very skinny, and wore horn-rimmed glasses. He, too, appeared to be in his 30s. I had no idea Mark's new "friends" were twice our age.

More striking than their age was the fact that both men were smoking long, thick cigars. The air was completely filled with cigar smoke, so much so that I was unable to stifle a cough as I stood in front of the door. I absolutely detested smoking of any kind, and--booze or no booze--I knew my visit here would be brief.

The white man introduced himself as Jim, and offered Mark and I a beer. We quickly accepted that offer. The Black man said his name was Larry, and he asked if we wanted a cigar. To my shock, as I was shaking my head no, Mark said "of course." As Jim went to fetch beers from the fridge, Larry handed Mark his lit cigar, which Mark immediately began to smoke.

"You smoke cigars?", I asked Mark with a judgmental tone.

"Oh yeah. These guys turned me on to them. You really ought to try one," Mark replied enthusiastically.

"No way, bro. I can't stand smoke. You know this." I was annoyed that Mark even suggested I partake of a cigar.

Undeterred, Mark made his pitch: "I know, but this smoke is different. Can't you tell already? You've been breathing it in since we walked in here. How does it taste?"

This is when I realized two things. First, this cigar smoke was smooth and tasted amazing. Second, the smoke was making me feel kinda high.

"I guess it's not terrible. But I'll pass on a cigar." I remained totally disinterested in smoking anything.

"For now," Jim said as he handed me a beer. I had no idea at that time what his remark portended for me.

Mark and I both sat on the couch next to Larry, who had now lit himself a new cigar. Jim sat in a chair on the other side of a coffee table on which sat a huge ashtray.

"So how did you all meet," I asked, hoping to change the subject from me smoking a cigar.

"It was weird," replied Mark. "I was walking down Main Street to grab a sandwich from the sub shop when I passed by these two standing in front of the hardware store. They were both smoking these amazing cigars, and the smell stopped me in my tracks. I asked what they were smoking, and Jim invited me to try his cigar. Fast forward a few hours and all three of us were up here getting trashed and smoking cigar after cigar."

I was pissed that, when inviting me here, Mark never once mentioned anything about cigars. I downed my beer and decided it was time for me to take my leave.

"Great to meet you, guys, but I need to bolt. Gotta cut the grass before my dad gets home." This excuse was bullshit, and it sounded like it.

As I stood up to leave, Jim rose from his chair. He walked over to me, took a huge drag of his cigar, and blew the smoke directly into my face. I felt the effect right away. I couldn't take a step, and I was swaying from side to side a little.

"You don't want to leave now. The fun hasn't even started. But it's about to right now." With these words, Jim placed his cigar up to my mouth. For some unknown reason, I parted my lips and let him insert it. I loved the way it felt in my mouth, and I took a big hit from it almost reflexively. I fell back onto the couch, cigar clenched between my teeth.

"That's it, relax a little. Enjoy the smoke." Jim stared into my eyes as he offered this encouragement. I couldn't break his gaze. And it seemed I didn't want to. Something very odd was happening within me. My entire body felt completely at ease, and there was simply nowhere else on the planet I wanted to be other than sitting on that couch, smoking this cigar in the presence of these other men.

Mark then placed his hand on my thigh--rather close to my crotch. "Just let it happen, man. You're going to love it." Mark's eyes appeared glazed--he was clearly in some sort of deeply intoxicated state.

This is when Larry chimed in. "Perhaps Mark and I should show you the good time you're about to enjoy." Larry then stood up, pulled down his jeans, and revealed a fully erect 9-inch cock. It was right at Mark's eye level, and I was taken aback to see my good pal so close to a man's penis. So imagine my shock when Mark reached out, took the shaft into his hand, began to stroke it, and then took about half of the engorged cock into his mouth. Larry leaned his head back as Mark bobbed up and down on his dick.

I then noticed that Jim had also pulled out his cock. He was stroking it as he sat in his chair. But Jim wasn't taking in the fellatio scene unfolding across from him--he was staring directly at me.

And then it happened. As though possessed by some other entity, I stood up, walked over to Jim, dropped to my knees, and took a cock into my mouth for the very first time. I had never felt even the faintest desire to do so before that moment. For some reason, I simply had to have my lips and tongue all over Jim's member.

Mark and I continued our oral ministrations on the two men until they both filled our mouths with their heavy loads. The hours that followed went by like a dream. I drank at least nine beers, smoked two cigars, and swallowed loads from all three of my companions. When not pleasing cock, I watched the hardcore gay porn that Jim had put on the TV in the living room, stroking myself to completion at least four times.

Mark and I were eventually told to leave a little before 9pm. We were instructed to stay clear of our parents so as not to clue them into our drunken states.

As we stumbled up the street, the reality of what just transpired hit me like a ton of bricks. "What the fuck was that?", I asked Mark. "Bro, those fuckers did it... they turned us both gay." Mark smiled as he shared this observation.

And I knew he was right. I'd never felt sexual desire like I did for all three guys in that apartment. My orgasms watching gay porn were unlike any I'd ever had.

I woke up the next morning with a hard cock, my mind immediately filling with images from the day and night before. As I began to jerk off, I started thinking about my friend Jeff. He was my age and had just graduated from our high school. Jeff had been the prom king and captain of the football team, which he quarterbacked to a state title. He was a great-looking dude--dark brown hair, model-quality facial features, and a 6'4 body made out rubber and steal (mostly steal). Jeff was dating Amy, by far the hottest girl in Jeff's class. As I finally blew my load to the image of Jeff's cock in my mouth, an idea came to me that nearly brought on a second orgasm.

Later that morning, I texted Jeff and told him he had to come with me to get loaded with these two dudes I just met. Jeff loved to pound beers, and he asked no questions when he confirmed he was in. Unfortunately, Amy liked to drink as well, so it was no surprise that Jeff insisted she join us. This would be interesting.

I texted Jim to let him know I'd be coming by with guests, knowing he and Larry would be more than welcoming. A few hours later, the three of us showed up at the apartment. As expected, both Jim and Larry were well into a couple cigars, and smoke filled every inch of the room.

Amy was disgusted: "Ew, cigars?! Really?! They smell awful. How do you guys smoke those things."

Jim replied with a question of his own: "If they're so terrible, why are you about to smoke one?" He then walked over to Amy and put his burning cigar up to her lips. The smoke had obviously already begun to seep into Amy's mind, as she immediately opened her mouth and accepted the huge cigar.

"I want one too," said Jeff as he watched his glassy-eyed girlfriend puff away. Larry promptly handed his cigar to Jeff, who took a massive drag as he plopped down on the couch.

And so it began. Jeff was fully gay after around his fourth hit of the cigar. He offered no resistance when Larry unzipped his pants, pulled out Jeff's fat dick, and began sucking on it. Jeff exploded in Larry's mouth within minutes.

Amy paid no attention. She was utterly transfixed by the lesbian porn Jim had put on the TV. Her fingers furiously rubbed his pussy as she smoked the cigar in her mouth. After her third orgasm, Amy texted her friend Lisa to come meet her at the apartment.

While Amy waited anxiously for Lisa's arrival, I took Jeff into the bedroom and let him stick his six-inch rod into my hungry ass. Both Jim and Larry stood at the edge of the bed, appreciating the pounding I was getting from Jeff as they stroked each other's dicks. Jeff was still fucking me when Jim walked to the side of the bed and inserted his cock into my mouth, which promptly sent a thick, warm load of cum down my throat. Larry then did the same. I swallowed the last of his load just as I felt the warm, wet sensation of Jeff's ejaculate deep in my rectum.

The four of us exited the bedroom together, each of us smoking cigars. In the living room, Lisa was lying naked on the couch, puffing on a cigar as Amy licked her vagina. A couple days of ago, this scene would have given me a hands-free orgasm; now that I'd been fully turned, it barely caught my attention.

I spent an enormous amount of time at that apartment throughout my senior year. So did every one of my friends. By the time I graduated, I'd become a full-time sex slave to both Jim and Larry, who I now referred to as my masters. Mark and Jeff were enslaved as well, and the three of us worshipped and obeyed our masters during the summer after graduation. Jeff had stopped dating Amy after that first day at the apartment. This was of no moment to Amy, who returned to the apartment with a dozen of her hot friends during the ensuing months, turning them all into her lesbian sex slaves.

All this came to a close when I moved away to attend college out of state. But a new kind of fun was about to unfold for me, thanks to the box of cigars my masters gifted me at graduation.