A Good Smoke Part III - 2

Minutes later Boris arrived. Archibald greeted him from his chair, his mind and attention shifting from his old friend to his new interest, Boris. Vladimir knew what to expect. He sat quietly, watching his old friend work. He had seen this 'master' weave his wiles many times. There was no reason to think this time would end any differently than others. He sat back and watched the 'show' . "Give in Boris," he thought. "You've already lost, save yourself some time. Just give in Boris."  Archibald was glad Boris had come to his weekly 'event'. Boris seemed to be a 'wild card'. One never knew if he was going to accept an invitation or not. But Boris showed signs of becoming a Cigar Officianado. He also was blessed with beautiful clear blue eyes and a dick that hung almost to his knees. His smooth hairless body and buzz cut head made one imagine him a 'Skin Head'. Perhaps he was but Archibald found him sexually exciting, challenging. He had two personal goals related to Boris. The first was to teach him all he could about the culture and mystique of Cigars and the second was to plug his firm, hairless ass with his own long, robust cock. He stood by Archibald's chair, arms crossed gazing into the fire.

Archibald, never shy, spoke up and directed, "Boris, stand closer in and turn to me so I can enjoy your oversize penis. You know how much I love it, and you, and that I am to old and feeble to reach so far for you." Boris and Vlad both erupted in laughter, but Boris dutifully 'obeyed' and stood conveniently against the chair, offering Archibald unhindered access to his huge cock. Archibald took it in hand and soon had Boris as 'erect' as a cock so long and heavy can get. Boris was thick and enlarged, and Archibald was making him extremely happy. "Boris", he started slyly, between licks and stroking the big man's cock. "Why don't you make my task easier and sit your fine ass in my lap?"  Boris answered between nervous laughter and breathless pleasure being inflicted on his big cock. "Archibald, why you go and ask that again and why right now? Ask another time, after I have my cigar". Archibald was gaining ground on goal two. Boris's response had begun at a firm rejection, "No way", moved on to "You know I'm not going to do that", and was now at ,"Ask me again after I have a cigar". "Yes," had slowly appeared on the list of options as a possible response.