Not a totally true story... but it's close
This story is based on actual true moments in my life and a little bit of fact and alot of fantasy on the way I wanted things to go. Here it is:
I don't know about other people with a smoking fetish, but for me it started at a very early age. I wasn't exposed to a bunch of people smoking around me. My parents never smoked. I was about (*an appropriate age) when a cousin of mine got into trouble, got kicked out of HS and then kicked out of her house by my uncle. She moved in with us. She was four years older than me. She was the first person I remember seeing smoke and getting excited when I saw it. My parents knew she smoked but forbid her to smoke in the house, so she'd sneak outside to smoke. I could watch her from my bedroom window. She was so sexy and it was so naughty. At first I just wanted to watch her and masturbate. At some point I felt a connection to her. I could tell when she smoked how it made her feel. I could see how she would draw the smoke deep into her lungs and almost moan sexually as she exhaled. At some point I felt the desire to feel that same way. I wanted to be her. When she would leave and my parents weren't home, I'd sneak into her room, find her cigarettes and sneak outside and smoke. She always had plenty of cigarettes because she would buy them by the carton. I was pretty much instantly wanting a cigarette every time I got a chance. Then one day as i was digging in her drawers looking for her cigarettes, I got this overwhelming desire to try on her clothes. It started with her panties. Then her panties and her bras. Soon I was putting on all her clothes and sneaking out for a smoke. Many times I would masturbate while I did this. I wasn't just jerking off, I was playing with my asshole, wanting to feel everything she had ever felt. After about six months or so of this progression, I grew more and more daring. One day, as soon as she left, I hurried into her room, got dressed and took her cigarettes outside and started smoking. I was about halfway down on the cigarette when I heard the front door open. I panicked. I froze in the spot that I was. The same spot she'd sneak out to smoke. I didn't know it was her that had returned to the house until she came out the door and saw me there. After the momentary shock in her face, it quickly turned to a wicked smile. "You filthy little shit!" she yelled at me. "I knew someone was stealing me cigarettes!" She walked to me and too took her pack and lighter away from me and lit up a cigarette. "Are you some kinda faggot? Wearing girl clothes?" I sat there in silent shame, not knowing how to respond or what to expect. The thought of her telling me parents had me shaking and sobbing. She went on teasing me for as long as it took her to smoke the cigarette. Then she sat down next to me and pulled out two cigarettes from the pack and let them both up and handed me one. "It's ok little sissy boi, I won't tell anyone," she said to me. I took a drag as I watched her do the same. She started prying with questions like that I didn't even know the answers to. After a few cigarettes I started to open up to her and telling her how I just wanted to be like her. That i thought she looked so sexy when she smoked and how it looked like she was in heaven when she'd take a drag. How I felt the same way from the very first cigarette. Then she did something I didn't think in a million years that she'd do. She hugged me. And held me. "It does feel good to smoke doesn't it? The tingle in the parts of your body you want touched by others. I know exactly what your fucking talking about." She lit up another cigarette for both of us and then pulled my hand to her crotch. "Go ahead... touch me." Soon I was fingering her wet pussy as we both smoked. She started rubbing my little cock too, but I stopped her... "Not there," I said so softly that I had to repeat it. The smile on her face when she heard me made precum ooze from my little boy cock. She sucked on her finger and reached around the panties of hers that I was wearing and started started to finger my asshole as I was fingering her soaking pussy. "Oh My GOD... you are such a kinky little sissy," she said as she added a second finger. I was moaning so loud as we finished out cigarettes, only to have her instantly light us two more. I was so happy she was getting as much joy out of this as I was.
The next day when I woke up to go to school my head was still buzzing from all the cigarettes we smoked and from the joy that I got from having my ass fingered by someone other than myself, I noticed a pair of her panties neatly folked up on my nightstand with a note that simply said, "wear these to school today." I didn't know what to do. I just couldn't bring myself to do it. I pushed them under my socks in my drawer and left for school. When I got home from school, she was waiting in my room with a pack of cigarettes and a lighter. "Did you wear them?" I shook my head no. "Then no cigarettes for you." she said as she got up to go outside and smoke a few cigarettes before me parents got home. I sat there at the window and watched her closely, remembering the previous day. The next morning I woke up for school and her panties were back on my nightstand with another note. "Do it today," it said. Remembering how much I wanted to share some cigarettes with her the day before, I put on her panties just like I'd done dozens of times before, then put on my boy clothes and went to school. It was a long day. Thinking about the way I felt all day wondering if anyone knew. Finally the school day ended and I got off the bus and ran as fast as I could to my bedroom where she was sitting just like she was the day before. "Well?" she asked. I smiled and nodded. We went outside and smoked two cigarettes as fast as we could before my parents got home from work.
This was almost every day for a month until one weekend my parents went out of town and left the two of us at home. "Don't try anything stupid like throwing a party. And no boys over either," my dad warned my cousin. "The neighbor knows to keep an eye on the house." They weren't gone for a minute and we were outside for a cigarette. "What about the neighbor?" I asked her. "Don't worry about him. I've got it covered," she said. We played dress up all day that Saturday and smoked so many cigarettes. Just as it was getting dark we heard a knock on the door. I froze and she smiled. "Oh No... what she done?" I wondered. I stayed outside and waited because I still had her clothes on. Soon she emerged from the house holding hands with a man. "Holy Shit!" a yelled and hid my face. She had invited the neighbor that was "keeping an eye on the house" over! What the fuck was she thinking? We were DEAD! Then I uncovered my eyes and say him handing her two cartons of cigarettes and kissing her. He was single guy that was my parents age that everyone thought was gay. He was not gay at all. He was bisexual. That night I sucked my fist cock, swallowed my first load of cum, ate my first pussy, lost my virginity and had my ass deflowered. We smoked. We drank. It went on until the sun came up. We cleaned up the patio and lit a campfire to try and hide the lingering smell of the cigarettes. We thought we had gotten away with it until 2 days later when my mom found a used condom and a crushed cigarette pack in the flower bed. They kicked her out of the house that day. I was crushed. But it didn't change anything. She moved in with our neighbor. By the time I was finished with school, 90% of my sexual experience happened at my neighbors house. My parents eventually found out I was smoking. My constant lies about how my clothes smelled like smoke because "my coworkers were smoking in the break room at work" or that "it was my friends at a party, not me" and that I was coughing so much "because of allergies" just stopped working. My dad caught me smoking in my car in an alley late one night behind the store I worked at. He didn't know the half of it. I had just finished getting spitroasted by two coworkers about 2 minutes before he drove up. I had cum dripping out of my ass as and shots of cum in my hair as he scolded me for smoking. i finished the cigarette and flicked at him as I laughed and drove away. That was pretty much the end of my relationship with my parents.
I left my parents house and lost track of where our neighbor ended up. My cousin moved out of state to start fresh. The last time she came around for a family get together, we went right back where we left off. Only now we aren't hiding our smoking habit. Right when she saw me she gave me the signal to meet her around the corner and join her for a smoke. She asked, "you still a cock sucking panty wearing kinky sissy slut?" I just pulled my short waist down enough to show her that I was still wearing panties. We had a few cigarettes and caught up and she said, "I've got a motel room if you wanna come by after... It's a Motel 6, so it's a smoking room." Of course I went. I am still living in the closet and she is one of the few people that know about my sexual lifestyle. She's for sure the only family member that has a good idea what's going on in my head.
I don't know about other people with a smoking fetish, but for me it started at a very early age. I wasn't exposed to a bunch of people smoking around me. My parents never smoked. I was about (*an appropriate age) when a cousin of mine got into trouble, got kicked out of HS and then kicked out of her house by my uncle. She moved in with us. She was four years older than me. She was the first person I remember seeing smoke and getting excited when I saw it. My parents knew she smoked but forbid her to smoke in the house, so she'd sneak outside to smoke. I could watch her from my bedroom window. She was so sexy and it was so naughty. At first I just wanted to watch her and masturbate. At some point I felt a connection to her. I could tell when she smoked how it made her feel. I could see how she would draw the smoke deep into her lungs and almost moan sexually as she exhaled. At some point I felt the desire to feel that same way. I wanted to be her. When she would leave and my parents weren't home, I'd sneak into her room, find her cigarettes and sneak outside and smoke. She always had plenty of cigarettes because she would buy them by the carton. I was pretty much instantly wanting a cigarette every time I got a chance. Then one day as i was digging in her drawers looking for her cigarettes, I got this overwhelming desire to try on her clothes. It started with her panties. Then her panties and her bras. Soon I was putting on all her clothes and sneaking out for a smoke. Many times I would masturbate while I did this. I wasn't just jerking off, I was playing with my asshole, wanting to feel everything she had ever felt. After about six months or so of this progression, I grew more and more daring. One day, as soon as she left, I hurried into her room, got dressed and took her cigarettes outside and started smoking. I was about halfway down on the cigarette when I heard the front door open. I panicked. I froze in the spot that I was. The same spot she'd sneak out to smoke. I didn't know it was her that had returned to the house until she came out the door and saw me there. After the momentary shock in her face, it quickly turned to a wicked smile. "You filthy little shit!" she yelled at me. "I knew someone was stealing me cigarettes!" She walked to me and too took her pack and lighter away from me and lit up a cigarette. "Are you some kinda faggot? Wearing girl clothes?" I sat there in silent shame, not knowing how to respond or what to expect. The thought of her telling me parents had me shaking and sobbing. She went on teasing me for as long as it took her to smoke the cigarette. Then she sat down next to me and pulled out two cigarettes from the pack and let them both up and handed me one. "It's ok little sissy boi, I won't tell anyone," she said to me. I took a drag as I watched her do the same. She started prying with questions like that I didn't even know the answers to. After a few cigarettes I started to open up to her and telling her how I just wanted to be like her. That i thought she looked so sexy when she smoked and how it looked like she was in heaven when she'd take a drag. How I felt the same way from the very first cigarette. Then she did something I didn't think in a million years that she'd do. She hugged me. And held me. "It does feel good to smoke doesn't it? The tingle in the parts of your body you want touched by others. I know exactly what your fucking talking about." She lit up another cigarette for both of us and then pulled my hand to her crotch. "Go ahead... touch me." Soon I was fingering her wet pussy as we both smoked. She started rubbing my little cock too, but I stopped her... "Not there," I said so softly that I had to repeat it. The smile on her face when she heard me made precum ooze from my little boy cock. She sucked on her finger and reached around the panties of hers that I was wearing and started started to finger my asshole as I was fingering her soaking pussy. "Oh My GOD... you are such a kinky little sissy," she said as she added a second finger. I was moaning so loud as we finished out cigarettes, only to have her instantly light us two more. I was so happy she was getting as much joy out of this as I was.
The next day when I woke up to go to school my head was still buzzing from all the cigarettes we smoked and from the joy that I got from having my ass fingered by someone other than myself, I noticed a pair of her panties neatly folked up on my nightstand with a note that simply said, "wear these to school today." I didn't know what to do. I just couldn't bring myself to do it. I pushed them under my socks in my drawer and left for school. When I got home from school, she was waiting in my room with a pack of cigarettes and a lighter. "Did you wear them?" I shook my head no. "Then no cigarettes for you." she said as she got up to go outside and smoke a few cigarettes before me parents got home. I sat there at the window and watched her closely, remembering the previous day. The next morning I woke up for school and her panties were back on my nightstand with another note. "Do it today," it said. Remembering how much I wanted to share some cigarettes with her the day before, I put on her panties just like I'd done dozens of times before, then put on my boy clothes and went to school. It was a long day. Thinking about the way I felt all day wondering if anyone knew. Finally the school day ended and I got off the bus and ran as fast as I could to my bedroom where she was sitting just like she was the day before. "Well?" she asked. I smiled and nodded. We went outside and smoked two cigarettes as fast as we could before my parents got home from work.
This was almost every day for a month until one weekend my parents went out of town and left the two of us at home. "Don't try anything stupid like throwing a party. And no boys over either," my dad warned my cousin. "The neighbor knows to keep an eye on the house." They weren't gone for a minute and we were outside for a cigarette. "What about the neighbor?" I asked her. "Don't worry about him. I've got it covered," she said. We played dress up all day that Saturday and smoked so many cigarettes. Just as it was getting dark we heard a knock on the door. I froze and she smiled. "Oh No... what she done?" I wondered. I stayed outside and waited because I still had her clothes on. Soon she emerged from the house holding hands with a man. "Holy Shit!" a yelled and hid my face. She had invited the neighbor that was "keeping an eye on the house" over! What the fuck was she thinking? We were DEAD! Then I uncovered my eyes and say him handing her two cartons of cigarettes and kissing her. He was single guy that was my parents age that everyone thought was gay. He was not gay at all. He was bisexual. That night I sucked my fist cock, swallowed my first load of cum, ate my first pussy, lost my virginity and had my ass deflowered. We smoked. We drank. It went on until the sun came up. We cleaned up the patio and lit a campfire to try and hide the lingering smell of the cigarettes. We thought we had gotten away with it until 2 days later when my mom found a used condom and a crushed cigarette pack in the flower bed. They kicked her out of the house that day. I was crushed. But it didn't change anything. She moved in with our neighbor. By the time I was finished with school, 90% of my sexual experience happened at my neighbors house. My parents eventually found out I was smoking. My constant lies about how my clothes smelled like smoke because "my coworkers were smoking in the break room at work" or that "it was my friends at a party, not me" and that I was coughing so much "because of allergies" just stopped working. My dad caught me smoking in my car in an alley late one night behind the store I worked at. He didn't know the half of it. I had just finished getting spitroasted by two coworkers about 2 minutes before he drove up. I had cum dripping out of my ass as and shots of cum in my hair as he scolded me for smoking. i finished the cigarette and flicked at him as I laughed and drove away. That was pretty much the end of my relationship with my parents.
I left my parents house and lost track of where our neighbor ended up. My cousin moved out of state to start fresh. The last time she came around for a family get together, we went right back where we left off. Only now we aren't hiding our smoking habit. Right when she saw me she gave me the signal to meet her around the corner and join her for a smoke. She asked, "you still a cock sucking panty wearing kinky sissy slut?" I just pulled my short waist down enough to show her that I was still wearing panties. We had a few cigarettes and caught up and she said, "I've got a motel room if you wanna come by after... It's a Motel 6, so it's a smoking room." Of course I went. I am still living in the closet and she is one of the few people that know about my sexual lifestyle. She's for sure the only family member that has a good idea what's going on in my head.
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