New Site Dump

Chris had joined a new construction company, surprised to find everyone there smoked. He couldn't help but feel like the odd man out without a stogie at his mouth, the men egging him on to try one. He finally relented, accepting a fresh-cut cigar from one of the men and sticking it in his mouth.

"What type of cigar is this?" He asked as he was given a light.

"A cocksucker" One answered, the rest laughing.

Chris ignored it, not in on the joke, lighting the end. Everything went blurry for a moment as smoke filled his mouth, his head suddenly dizzy as everything began slowing down. He couldn't refocus on his own, everything grey as clouds rolled up from his mouth. He had never thought cigars could be so strong.

"Damn…" He said as his vision finally cleared. He looked back up, his gaze emptier as he looked around at the men smiling at him. He knew something was different, but after a few seconds of staring into the void he gave up unable to figure it out. He was sure he'd come up with it later, forgetting about it as the team lead came out to give everyone their roles.

He had more trouble than he expected focusing on his responsibilities, having to recount and remeasure several times after forgetting the numbers. He'd entirely forgotten about the cigar in his mouth, taking a comfortable place at the corner of his lip, constantly puffing out smoke as a dull buzz remained in his head.

The other thing he noticed was he kept getting distracted by men coming up to get help with something, but he could never remember what. He'd find himself coming out of a daze, unable to recall what he was doing. His lips would taste salty, his beard smelling of sweat and musk that made his head swim. It happened several times, each time taking him longer to remember what task he was working on. He felt his mind growing cloudier and cloudier as the job went on.

By the end of the day his eyelids drooped low, his head empty aside from the cum it had soaked in. His mind was slow, weighed down from the countless loads that he'd taken. He was dimly aware of his surroundings, a permanent taste of dried seed on his breath. He had grown used to the white discharge spilling over his lip that sank into his beard, oblivious to his state as the site's new cumdump.