He drew me to him and, looking down into my eyes, said, “I have waited so long to find an intelligent, professional, sweet pipe smoking bear. Gay sex He shoved a digit into my hole, and began working it in and out, sliding further in on each stroke. Make me your pipecub.” He reared up, put his hands on my shoulders and shoved all the way in, bottoming out so far up in my guts I saw stars. I wrote this story years ago when you could still smoke in public places, such as a video store. What a birthday present! A seat in first class, and he said he has something special waiting for me when I get there. As he turned to the side, he pulled me down on his chest and sank me into another of his deep, passionate, pipey kisses. It’s 11:00″ After that day, I knew I had found my mate, and when my mother returned from my brother’s a month later, I told her I was going to be moving in with Tony. I lit my pipe slowly, taking care to make as much smoke for my beautiful bear as I could, and then handed him the lighter.
