Lighting Up a Couple of Cubans (mm tf)
by Texzilla
Pete came back to the dorm room and found something that once again made him want to laugh as much as shake his head in disbelief. His roommate John hunched over his desk, face in a book, turning pages with one hand, and taking notes with the other. Right where he left him hours ago. On a Friday night.
"You have taken a break since I left." The young Korean asked closing the door and taking off his jacket.
"Did you leave?" John asked. And Pete was pretty sure he wasn't joking either. But that was John, same age but worlds apart at ties. Both were 19, both fit, John lankier while Pete had a stockier build, and Pete was also pretty sure that John was also gay. Not that John would ever admit to such a thing. Pete wasn't incredibly "OUT" out, but he never denied, never held anything back.
And walking over to John to message his shoulder muscles was one of the ways that Pete didn't hold back. "You must be so stiff from being in that same position for so long. Can't possibly be behind on your work that you've got to spend your Friday night reading. Take a break will you? It's. Friday. Night. "
"You mean not everyone is brushing up on pre-Columbian South American history and its influence in today's social economic sway to the political…."
"Shut the fuck up and take one of these." Pete said shaking what looked like a cigarette out of a package.
"Ah, you stocked up on Cloves again, cool. Is that a new brand?"
"I got no idea, man" Pete said going over to their couch and collapsing. "The bar didn't have any so I ran across the street to this little Mom and Pop store. They didn't have much of a selection and the packaging caught my eye. Here check it out."
Pete tossed the package of Clove cigarettes over to John. He held them under the desk lamp and rubbed the paper packaging with his thumb. "If I didn't know better I sear this was hand drawn."
"That's what I thought!"
"The smell….different. Good but different. You picking that up? Man, spicier than any you've brought in before. I remember….I remember as a kid, I think first grade we had to bring in an apple and a bottle of whole cloves. We like, stuck all the pointy end of the cloves into the apple. Then when we took it home my Mom hung it inside the living room lamp. Mad the whole place smell great."
"You are the whitest white boy on the face of the Earth."
The two roommates laughed and started to relax as the brown colored smoke filled the room some. Pete was doing his best to send out as many signals as he could to John, short of pulling down his zipper and whipping it out. And for once his roommate seemed to be getting the message. Not that he knew what to do with it.
Enjoying the relaxing buzz from the cloves John couldn't help but notice how great Pete looked tonight. He always looked great, but tonight, in the room right now, there was just something more. His jeans sure looked tight. Was Pete sitting like that on purpose? Was he coming onto John? Was the heat set really high cause it was getting hot in their room.
"I'm…uh…….going to hit the shower……" John said getting up from the desk. He tried not to make eye contact with Pete as he headed for their bathroom. They were one of the few lucky rooms on the floor to have a private shower.
"Yea, you do that." Pete found himself mumbling. He was getting a great buzz from there Cloves. Pete was thinking about maybe heading out again when he heard the shower start up. Well, if he couldn't be naked in the same room with John, being naked in the room next to him was OK. He took a deep drag on the cigarette before placing it off to the side. Pete shifted up and took his shirt off. It was hot in their room that night, wonder if John noticed. Pete let the smoke out of his lungs, making it drift down his body while he got even more comfortable on the couch.
The smoke seemed to linger over Pete's body some. Picking up the Clove again he took yet another deep breath and let it out. Down his smooth bare chest, caressing the muscles, swirling around his nipples. Pete reached into his jeans and pulled his hardening dick out. He grabbed on and started stroking himself off while thinking of his roommate in the shower.
Leaning back and closing his eyes, Pete missed what started happening as his body started to absorb the smoke that had been lingering above. As it seeped into his skin, Pete's already slightly gold coloring got deeper, richer. His stocky body, which had a nice base of muscles already, grew out some, and got a definition that more college boys didn't have. This was a body made from hard work, not hanging out in a gym. Legs got thicker, much thicker. Ass filled in to a fine round arch. His body, which was already fairly smooth, got even smoother. Making his now rich light cocoa colored skin shin in the low light all the more. Even the patch of dick hair shrank down some, to a small V above his growing cock. Pete was so into the moment that he hadn't felt hi dick growing bey0ond it's usual length. It darkened to a milk chocolate color and grew a long hooded foreskin, which made the stroking all the easier. When he opened his eyes he didn't notice the changes. Didn't notice that the hair on his head shrank down to a shaved shadow against his scalp. Didn't notice the thin goatee that grew in was not the longest hair on his shorter body.
Paco only noticed that his roommate was taking forever in the shower. He returned his hard cock to his jeans before standing up. The jeans now hung low on his hips, not from style but from Paco being almost a foot shorter than he was a few minutes before. The well built Hispanic picked up the large Cuban cigar off the end table where the much smaller Clove cigarette had been. He paused to take the red bandana out of his back pocket and wrap it around his upper left bicep. No reason to ruin the surprise right away. Placing the cigar in his mouth with the confidence any man who would smoke something that large and brown, Paco heading into the bathroom. His roommate was still showering away. Water running so loud Paco wasn't even sure he was heard coming in. On the edge of the sink he found the left over of the other Clove cigarette. Flipping the toilet seat down, they were guys so it was never down, Paco sat, taking both the Clove and the cigar and filling up his lungs with the smoke. For a smaller man, he still had some lung capacity. With a wicked smile on his angular face, he pulled the shower curtain apart some and blew the smoke at his roommate.
"Hey what the fuck!" John said as he was enveloped in the smoke. At least he thought it was smoke. So much steam it was hard to tell. But that smell, yea that had to be smoke. "Trying to get clean in here!"
Again, with all the water running it was hard to hear, so John didn't think much when the laugh from the other side of the shower curtain sounded deeper than Pete's usual. Heck there was now so much steam in the shower it was even hard to see. Hard to make out that as John rubbed his arms with the soap they turned and deep brown, browner than Pete had turned. Rubbing the soap in his muscles swelled too, harder, lean muscles but hard. Tight defined muscles under a darkening skin. As the soap worked in the smoke, John didn't see that the more he washed, the more he changed. Rubbing the soap up and down his legs not only made them thicker but also caused hair to sprout. Not thick massive amounts of hair, but a good coating up and down both legs. Reaching behind his ass got the same treatment as it went from the butt of an average white college boy, to the hairy bubble of a barrio boy. His chest also got a find coating as his pecs grew and nipples darkened nicely. John suds up his hands and ran them threw his hair. It was short now, shorter than before, but thick. A thicker and still trimmed goatee also grew in, thicker than his roommates did. But that was fitting for the hairier man. He stuck his head under the shower, and washed the soap off. As it ran down his body John also shank down some, becoming more compact and sturdier. When was done he didn't need to bend over any longer to have his head under the spigot. A puff of smoke was aimed over the top of the shower this time, as John reached forward and started stoking himself off. The soap in his hand as the smoke in the air darker his cock considerably. The foreskin that grew kept on gowning till it the dark purple head barely had enough reach to poke out when at full length. He turned the water off as one more cloud of smoke settled over his body.
"You 'no how har' it is to get clean with tha fuckin' smoke comin' down?" Juan said throwing the shower curtain back.
'You 'no how har' it is to tell tha difference between tha cigar I'm smokin' and the cigar you're packin'?" Paco said taking the cigar in his mouth and placing it in the sink. Then taking his mouth and placing it over the head of Jose's dick.
"Esse moco head. Gonna get all sweaty again." Jose said holding onto the back of Paco's head and guiding him deeper onto his growing cock.
With his mouth full Paco couldn't respond, but that was the idea.
Paco gave Juan all the attention his cock needed to stiffen into complete hardness. Only then did he remove his lips from the cock and meet up with Juan's mouth. Both men tasted the cloves, and the cigar and the prick in each other's mouth. Their tongues tasting the different essences left over like they were tasting life for the first time.
Without having to speak the two men left the bathroom and made their way back to the main room of the apartment, making out all the time. Except it wasn't the same apartment they had been in minutes ago. Instead of an average dorm room in a northern state university, they now were in Juan and Paco's dingy one room apartment looking over the poorer of the poor section of Havana where they lived. Not night but yet another blistering hit day. The huge ceilings and terracotta walls did nothing to relieve the heat. A ripped muslin curtain hung over the one large window that took up much of the far wall. It was needed to not only block as much of the sun as it could, but to keep the occupants of the building across the way from watching the two young men make love on the bed just beneath the window. They didn't have much but they did have a giant bed. Left over from the days when the rich and famous would hide out on the small island country. Once the bed of kings was now the bed for these boys. It got more wear and tear since becoming the possession of the boys.
The two young men made their way passionately across the room, bumping into the sparse furniture, over turning a table without thinking about it. What little that Paco was still wearing thrown on the floor. Juan not even taking time to towel off. Paco gently but firmly pushed Juan down on the bed. He pulled himself up towards their few pillows but was joined by Paco who continued his kissing and caressing. With their mouth's locked Juan took Paco's dick in his hand and started working fir foreskin up and down. The large drool of precum dripping out the end ran over the ends of the hood, down the shaft and coated Juan's fingers. Paco and Juan's ass and dick were perfect for each other. Juan's smaller, bubble butt was able to take all of Paco's thicker stouter cock, while Paco's large barrio butt wasn't too large for Juan's longer dick to make its way deep into his hole.
But Paco did have one habit, one kink that needed to be down each time he fucked Juan. He needed Juan to be hard for the full fuck. There was just something about the feeling of a hard cock on a man who was being taken like a dog that turned him on. The boys found themselves against the far corner of the bed, against the wall. Paco got in position on his back and pulled Juan on top of him. In this position Paco could fuck Juan, still see his cock and still continue kissing his man. For that was Juan's main kink. Why use hands when it could be done with your mouth. Why stoke a thigh when it could be licked. Why finger balls when they could be held in his mouth. Why play with a nipple when it could be bit.
Taking a second to spread Juan's ass with his left hand, Paco used his right hand to aim his cock into Juan's asshole. The brush of the soft hairs that surrounded it worked to get his even harder. His strong smooth legs gently rubbed up and down Juan's hairy legs as he entered deeper into the ass that was pushing back to meet the cock. The sun coming in the window reflecting off the yellow walls of the room gave the boys even more of a golden hue to their skin. Sweat started beading off Juan's body as Paco got his cock in to the hilt and slowly removed it down to just before the head would pop out.
But the first thrust in was the slow gentle one. The one used to open the path. After that Paco let the heat from the room set the pace. The rhythm that was coursing through the young men. The more he fucked Juan the slicker his dick got from all the sweat. And the harder he got fucker the harder he leaned back into Juan. Their bodies pressed against each other till there was no possible space between them. Their town old sheets to exact outlines of their body in hot sweat. Legs were wrapped and wrapped again around each other. As much as he had Paco's hips slamming into his ass. Juan kept pushing back, trying to take more of the cock.
Paco felt Juan's dick shift they way it always did, so he quickly pulled out. With Juan's cock laying hard upright against his 6 pack belly, and Paco's dick resting under his lover's heavy balls, both men shot off at the same time. Lips still met. Hands still head. The scent of cloves still heavy in the air.
"Madre. You've got to be the best fuck in the country." Paco said looking his lover in his deep brown eyes.
"I learn from you. How could I not?" Juan said but getting a slight frown on his face. "But you say you no more wear this gang color. What's dis doin' here? " His hand brushed the red handkerchief that was still wrapped around Paco's upper arm. It was soaked with sweat but still in place.
"I wear only to show you surprise." Paco pulled on the edge revealing a large script "Juan" tattooed on his arm, with a couple of hearts on the bottom edge.
"Umm bebe…..so loco."
"Good loco I think."
The two boys drifted off into love making as the sun set.
It would be hours later before the two guys woke up. John was John again, and Pete was Pete. They were back in their dorm room. Back in the cold winter. And in each others arms in bed.
"Holy shit what happened?" John mumbled.
"Look at this place. Look at us!!!" Pete said seeing they were nude and smelling the unmistakable aftermath of a heavy fuck session.
"You think there was something in those clove cigarettes?" John said, surprisingly not making a move to get off his roommate, but laying back to be in his arms again.
"I think I'm going to go get some more. Still smell…..oh great, they fell off the table and landed on the heating vent. That's why we can still smell them."
"Yea but you know how aroma's travel around here. The whole dorm building is going to be able to smell them in 5 minutes."
"Then bebe, we'll really have a night to remember." Paco said pulling the blanket over them, a fresh ink tattoo beginning to form on his arm again…….
END