Boy's First Cigar

Cory's hands were shaking as he pulled open the plastic and his nose was invaded by the sweet and savory smell of dried tabacco. He didn't know what had come over him. He had been walking home from gym, a path he'd tread thousands of times before when a new shop caught his eye. He normally had been so in the zone during this commute that he almost never payed attention to his surroundings, but there was an invisible sparkle about this shop that couldn't be denied. It was a cigar shoppe, and the smell emerging from it was almost soothing, depsite the fact that Cory had never had a cigar, nor did even like cigarette smoke. Yet some how Cory's legs felt compelled to walk him into the shop where he marveled at the selection. The grizzled old geezer behind the counter noticed his cluelessness and asked: "Something I can help you with boy?" Cory spoke before he could even comprehend the words in his head- "I've never had a cigar before. I'd like to buy one so I can become a real man." 

The geezer grinned as Cody resisted to urge to shoot his hand to his mouth to stop himself from saying anything more. "Become a real man?" Where the fuck did that come from. Cory was plenty man enough. At 22 he had a stable job, a rockin gym routine, and took home a different girl every weekend. He didn't need to smoke cigars to become a real man. And yet deep down, ever since he set eyes on the shop he knew that that was exactly what he needed. The geezer pulled out a classic looking smoke- thick and brown with a gold wrapper towards one end. "This oughtta give you exactly what you need, boy" He said with a devilish grin, emphasizing the boy, which made Cory's heart skip a beat. "It goes down easy but it'll put hair on yer chest."

Those words were echoing in Cory's head as he pulled the cigar from the plastic. He took the cigar clip that the guy had thrown in for free to clip the end, and then put it to his mouth and lit it. He inhaled too deep at first, causing him to cough a few times, but soon he was pulling the smoke into his mouth and savoring it like a natural. He had to admit, he had missing out. The taste of the tobacco was oddly satisfying and relaxing, and he started to lul into a trance of cigar smoke. He didn't notice as body and face tarted sprouting hair and all of that hair turned white. He didn't notice the skin on his face start to crag and wrinkle and tatoo start to apear on his chest. All he cared about was the smoke, and the relaxation, and confidence and self-assuredness he was starting to feel. Suddenly for the first time in his life he felt like a figure of authority- but authority over who? 

"My boys of course!" He thought, laughing at himself forgetting. He picked up his phone and scrolled through the roster of young gay men who looked to him for guidance and sexual pleasure. Cory though to himself "Gotta thank Jim for this Cigar recommendation. It really hit the spot."