Stumbling through heavy snowfall and deep drifts, a would be woodsman comes upon an isolated cabin deep in the woods.

“Hi,I got sorta snowed in up here. I’m not lost, really but trudging down this mountain in waist deep snow is bustin’ my ass." He said "I can’t find a straight way down.”

"There IS no STRAIGHT way down" came a cryptic response from a large figure carrying a double armfull of wood toward the cabin; his face obscured inside the wolf hair hood of his heavy parka. "We'd better get inside. This storm won't be lettin' up any time soon and it'll be dark soon."

They entered the rustic, sparsely furnished cabin, shook off the snow and removed their outer garments. Both were big athletic men, although the cabin's owner stood a couple of inches taller and had several pounds of muscle on his new guest.

"I don't get many visitors up this far and since it looks like we're gonna be roomies for a while, be my guest and I'll try and knock the rust off my skills as host. Make yourself at home and I'll warm things up." He walked to the large, stone fireplace, stacked the wood and placed a log on the already crackling fire.

Around the dim one room cabin,illuminated only by the light from the fireplace, the visitor could see that most of the rough hewn wooden floor and walls were covered with thick, loosely placed animal furs. Bear or buffalo, perhaps,and deer but he couldn't tell for sure. He could make out a couple pieces of fur covered wooden furniture that looked vaguely like an overstuffed sofa and a large chair of the same construction. He opted for the sofa, assuming that the owner of the cabin would probably prefer his chair and was pleasantly surprised at just how soft and warm and comfortable it was. The fur had a deep, smokey aroma that he really liked.

As he looks about the cabin,he takes note of his host now tending the fire. Late forties, maybe. Hard to tell. Handsome man. Coal black hair with just a hint of grey and thick, similarly colored moustache with a few days worth of beard. Muscular and well proportioned. Works out or just works hard. Around two twenty. A good bit over six feet tall with noticeably large, calloused hands and broad, thickly muscled arms and shoulders.

Could be a lumberjack or a trapper maybe. One of those Viet Nam vet hermit types who moved up here to get away from everything and lives off the land or perhaps some combination of the above. Hell, maybe he just spends his summers here. He might be a stock broker, who knows? Nah, Too rugged looking to spend any time under flourescent lighting or indoors, for that matter. Besides, this sure ain't summer.

Opening a cabinet near the fireplace, his host removes a large, bent briar pipe and tobacco canister. He removes the canister lid and takes a deep whiff of it’s contents and then slowly begins packing the deep chamber of his pipe as his guest watches with growing interest. Although he has never actively sought out the company of other men to satisfy his sexual desires, the sight and smell of a real man smoking a pipe has conjured up homo-erotic fantasies and made his butt pucker for as long as he can remember.

His host bends down to the fire and retrieves a long shard of thin kindling, allowing it to ignite in the flames. As he sucks the small flame deep into his pipe, he inhales on every other draw, then exhales, releasing thick jets of intoxicating smoke from his flaring nostrils. A flat, semi-transparent cloud forms around his head and slowly grows across the room to engulf his now transfixed guest in a delightfully hypnotic sensual blanket of masculine aroma.

He leans against the mantle, warming his tight, muscular butt and rubs his obviously growing manhood slowly through his jeans. ”I love the smell of pipe smoke. Don't you?”

His guest says nothing but the quick glances between his host’s pipe and bulging crotch speaks volumes.

“I thought you looked like a pipe man.” His host says. As he slowly moves closer, he unzips his fly to release the largest and still engourging errection that his guest has ever seen. He hasn’t seen many but this one is truly magnificent. He stares paralized as the large quivering head of this incredably cobra moves forward and then tickles his mustached lips open ever so slightly but enough enough to allow his tongue, of it’s own volition, to quickly dart out of it's warm abode and lick the glistening droplet of precum from the tip of his host's now massive throbbing member.

The unfamiliar flavor suits him all too well. He closes his eyes as the magical essence of manhood seems to spread through his entire body with a warm, wanton unspoken and heretofore unknown desire. He wants more and will do what it takes to get it. He pressed his mustached lips to the purple, blood engorged spear and slid his warm wet mouth forward, engulfing the huge knob like head of his host's hot, hard pulsating cock. In his strangest fantasies, a scenerio such as this has never entered his mind, much less the relm of possibility.

To taste another mans semen? Never! To actually enjoy and crave that feeling? Impossible!

Tendrils of dense, white smoke trickled up through his host’s thick moustache and into his left nostril as he closed his eyes and inhaled deeply. Then he smiled wide, closing his eyes and tilting his head back as a deep, long animal moan exuded from within his chest and with it, came long jets of sweet, pungent, ambrosia.

“Mmmmmmmm!”

He slid his tongue across the underside of his host’s cock and sucked gently on the head. Suckling like a new born calf,he nursed the mighty cockhead as if possessed. His host inhaled deeply from the glowing embers of his pipe and, sliding his right hand down behind his guest's neck, pulled his head slowly forward, sliding his thick meat deep into his guest’s throat. Both were surprised that, not only did he not choke, it actually felt fantastic. He began too counter his host’s slow, thrusting; taking as much of the huge tool as his stretched mouth could bare and sucked rhythmically on his new found delight.

Thick clouds of smoke filled the room as the throbbing rod began to move faster and deeper into the now eager mouth, disappearing and reappearing from the guest’s mustached, clinging lips. This man was a natural born cocksucker!

He could feel the tremors of his host’s impending orgasm and his tongue instinctively flattened against the underside of the giant, rock hard member and eagerly awaited it’s welcome reward. Columns of smoke poured from his host’s mouth and nose as he let loose his massive load forcefully into the warm, wet, waiting receptacle of his manhood.

Not a drop escaped as his guest sucked and swallowed hungerily until long after the well was dry. He had crossed a threshold he never knew existed. He has tapped into an incredible resovior of unknown and unforseen pleasures and he wants more. Much more.

His host was standing over him, pipe still clenched in his teeth, smiling down from within the cloud of white smoke like a vision of rugged masculinity. He took another long draw on his big briar and, leaning down, kissed his guest gently. Their moustaches intertwined as he exhaled his lungful of rich, sensuous fragrant fog.

"Care for a smoke?" He said as he rose and crossed to the smoking cabinet. He opened the door and there were perhaps twenty or thirty pipes of different styles, although all were large and bent and briar. He picked out one just a bit smaller than his own and carried it, along with a small tobacco pouch back to his waiting guest.

"Try this, I think you'll like it."

His guest took the pipe and pouch and began to pack it.

"Thanks."

"I can see it's not your first time for THAT." the host said as he watched his guest's packing technique.

"I've smoked a pipe off and on for several years but never really stuck with it. What kind of tobacco is this? I've never smelled anything quite like it."

The guest stepped to the fireplace and proceeded to puff his pipe to life as his host watched for his reaction to his special blend.

"It's got a different kind of flavor I can't quite place. Not latica. A bit strong, at first but nice."

"I added some herbs to the blend that help take the bite out a bit and take the edge off."

The guest was starting to really enjoy this heady mixture and was beginning to feel warm and fuzzy all over. His host moved to him and guided him down onto the fur rug in front of the fireplace. He rubbed his big hands over his guest's body and slid his flannel shirt off, tossing it onto the chair. He rubbed his huge palms in light circles over his guest's hardening nipples and bent to take one in his mouth, sucking gently before moving to the next, sliding his big hands down to cup the tight cheeks of his new friend's muscular buttocks.

"OOohh.... " The guest moaned as his host slid his jeans to the ground while never breaking contact with the captured, firm, grape like nipple.

He guided his guest down to his knees and then onto all fours and removed the still warm pipe from his mouth and slid it up and down the crack of his guest's hairy ass. Then he reached around to fondle his guest's throbbing cock and pipe together. The heat from the pipe felt incredible as he slowly slid his hand up and down the twitching hard pole. He used his free hand to gather the harvest of precum from his own, now fully awakened member and lubricated his guest's puckered sphincter, sliding his middle finger deep inside. As he massaged the prostate of his new friend, he added another long digit, stretching the opening in preparation for the real thing.

"OOOOOhhh..." Moaned his guest. He began to press back, hunching the fingers past the last knuckle. He never imagined anything could feel this good. slowly he arched his back like a cat in heat, ass high and inhaled the pungent smoke from his hot briar.

"That's the angle I'm looking for." Said the host as he pulled off his own jeans and positioned himself directly behind his guest, sliding his rock hard, oozing shaft up and down his guests furry crack as he had with his pipe. He placed his big hands on his guest's hips and pressed the rubbery head of his massive manhood against the lubricated, quivering opening and pulled his guest backward, slowly slipping his hot poker deeper and deeper into the virginal hole.

"Oh GOD! You're HUGE!" his guest moaned.

But the herbs had done their duty and the entry was nothing but unbelievable pleasure. He pressed further, pushing his guest down onto his elbows on to the fur rug and angled his huge cock upward, to insert his hot meat still further into the cavern of his guest's meaty backside. Finally, when he had impaled his guest nearly to the hilt of his huge man sword, he stopped and began a circular motion with his pelvis, churning his guest's bowels like butter. His guest arched his back further to allow his host greater access, all the while sucking on his pipe and moaning out his inhaled aromatic smoke in thick columns. The churning, grinding member sent waves of ecstasy through his guest and he began to slide slowly in and out of the tight, clasping rectum.

The thick cloud was engulfing them both and added a sense of surrealism, as if they were floating locked together, pumping rhythmically miles above the earth, slowly building in speed and force, pumping deeper and harder. His guest, lost in his own sensual abandon moaned as his body instinctively matched his host's rhythm, sucking and pumping the huge shaft with involuntary contractions. They thrust in unison like a well oiled machine. Then, from somewhere in the haze of his mind and pipe smoke, he felt his lover's hot, hard cock throbbing deep in his abdomen as it began to pump him full of it's lava like load in long, protracted spurts, deep within his convulsing body. His own twitching rod exploded thick, white gobs onto the fur beneath him. It seemed as though it would never end. It kept coming in wave after wave of creamy ecstasy washing his insides with hot, thick man cum.

He could feel his host, still deep inside him; quivering final spurts as the last of his juice was squeezed out and into his guests ravenous manhole. Panting through his pipe clenched teeth he looked back through the clouds to see the now calm face of his host relighting his pipe.

"Care for another?" He asked "This time face to face, man to man, pipe to pipe."

"Why not." Said his guest. "I'm not going anywhere in this storm."

His host rose and carried the still smoldering pair of pipes to the fireplace where he emptied their dottle into the consuming fire before replacing them in the pipe cabinet for a well deserved rest. After a bit of contemplation, he chose two more of the fine briars to join in the evening's festivities, along with his tobacco canister, a short fat candle and some small kindling to use as matches and returned to his guest who was wiping the dripping love juices from his newly stretched, swollen anus with his recently discarded shirt.

His was a big bent stacked apple and for his guest, a large bent bulldog. He flopped down on the fur covered couch and began methodically packing his pipe as he watched his guest fill his own. His guest snuggled up under his host's big, hairy armpit and continued to stuff the herb laced mixture into the deep chamber and thought to himself, "This must be heaven. Two men smelling on sweat, man sex and pipe tobacco curled up together in front of the fire on a snowy night."

His host leaned back against the arm of the sofa and, igniting a piece of the kindling on the candle, began to draw deeply from his big briar, taking on a dragon like appearance as the thick smoke billowed forth from his nose and mouth, filling the room anew with the sweet, pungent smoke. All the while, he watched his guest as he filled, then lit his own pipe and sucked the intoxicating mixture deep into his lungs.

His manhood began to grow as he watched and it rolled lazily across his muscular abdomen before slowly rising as if by levitation over his hairy belly button; uncoiling like a huge python on the prowl for another victim. His guest watched his host's growing snake like member through eyes glazed with lust and pipe smoke and was again taken under the hypnotic spell of the swaying serpent and it's magnificent, pipe smoking master. He reached to feel the weight and girth of the huge monster, then slid his hand gingerly under his host's large, hairy nut sack.

"I think I'd like to smoke this for a while.” He said as pressed the bowl of his warm pipe to his host's warm scrotum.

The feeling of the hot pipe on his balls was unbelievable and his host sucked in through his glowing pipe and moaned out in thick white clouds.

"Oh, GOD! That feels so good."

His guest leaned forward and slipped his mustached lips over the head of the throbbing, serpentine giant, applying gentle pressure and slid his warm mouth slowly up and down his host's hard meat, though he could only take about half the long, thick shaft before it reached the back of his throat.

His host placed his big, beefy hands on his guest's head and pulled him down, burying several more inches of his hot cock deep into his guest's tight throat and began to slowly fuck his guest's mouth in earnest. He shoved his enormous rod deep into his guest's throat faster and harder. His guest could feel his host's building orgasm through his tightly stretched lips and was preparing to taste yet another load of thick cum when, his host abruptly raised his guest's head off his twitching ramrod and in a deep, husky smoke filled voice said: "Saddle up, Buddy. It's time you learned to ride."

His guest moved up and over his host and positioned himself on his knees just above his host's huge cock; his quivering ass lips perched precariously over the purple head of the beast. Pressing the saliva soaked tip to his puckered hole, slid the mushroom headed monster into the tight opening.

Then, moving his hips in a slow, circular, downward grinding spiral, began to slowly but firmly impale himself on his host's thick, hot spear. He moaned as he arched back to angle more of the giant shaft into his wet, warm, waiting hole.

"God!” he said:” I don't think I can take any more."

"Why don't you light up and enjoy the ride? I can take it from here." His host said, handing him his forgotten pipe. His guest hands and sphincter trembled in fear and anticipation of what was to come as he fumbled to relight his pipe, drawing deeply to gain the calming effect of the tobacco herb mixture.

His host reached up and began to rub his guest's hard nipples, then, clasping his huge hands on his guest's hips, thrust upward, sinking the remainder of his manhood to the hilt. The sudden addition to his already fully stuffed channel sent shock waves of pain and pleasure through his guest, forcing him to gasp, sucking in more smoke than he had ever inhaled. His head reeled.

His host pulled his guest down again and again on his huge staff, pounding deeper and deeper into his hot hole, bouncing him up and down on his huge slick pole. His guest could no longer speak. He could only gasp at each thrust, sucking in, then exhaling thick smoke from his pipe in short bursts, unable to catch his breath before the thick cob plunged again deep in his abdomen.

"Uh! Uh! Uh! Oh! Uh!" His guest grunted

"Oh yeah! Ride that pony!" Said his host as he continued his deep, jackhammer assault up the tight muscled ass of his now ecstatic guest. He was now only sensation without reason or rational thought. Pipe, cock, ass, smoke......

Losing all control, his guest flailed wildly like a rag doll as his host continued to pull him down again and again, thrusting his huge pleasure pole deep inside his guest's gratefully filled void. His big cock exploded onto the hairy chest of his host in long rivulets of man seed. Unable to form words, he exhaled thick clouds from his mustached mouth, arching his back and moaning.

"UUUUUGGGHHHHHOOOOOOOOOOOHHHH!"

Grinning broadly through his beautiful white pipe clenched teeth, his host slammed his guest down hard on his throbbing saddle horn and filled his spasming colon with his thick, hot, gushing cum. He collapsed on top of his host in a pile, spent and unable to move, his chest heaving with the warm afterglow of his fantastic initiation growing inside him. His host placed their still smoking pipes on the floor and, wrapped in each other's big, muscular arms, they drifted off to blissful slumber.