Cigars‪!‬

Nothing zings directly to the phallic like a well-hefted cigar. A distinctive, hard, yet soft cylindrical shape to be held, fondled, and sucked lovingly and sensuously in the mouth, providing not only strong sensations of taste, smell, and feel, but also a touch of the hedonist. A throb of risk to one’s health with red hot heat at its tip.

The authors provide a panoply of gay male short stories that are varied in length, style, mood, and subject matter, all centering on celebrating the “good ole’” cigar, and its effect on male-male relationships, in all its phallic glory. So, sit back, with or without your lover at your side, light up, and enjoy a good smokin’ time.

The writing partners, habu and Sabb, have met in cyber space and woven this collection of twelve, cigar based, erotic fantasies.

Excerpt:

“Three boxes, Mr. Smith.” Bergstrum was holding up the top, squarish silver box over the table between us. “Perhaps you can give us some idea of your preference.”
He flipped open the lid of the box away from me. Cigars. Five cigars, of varying brands laid out in a row, snuggled into red velvet as if they were the crown jewels—and, although I knew next to nothing about cigars, I had no doubt that these cigars were as preciously bought as crown jewels.
“Oh, no thank you,” I said. “I don’t smoke. Thanks anyway.”
“Oh, these aren’t for smoking, Mr. Smith.” He paused and gave me a broad, friendly smile. I turned to Nabil; he gave me a leery grin.
“Let me tell you how we rate cigars,” Bergstrum continued after that pregnant pause. “First, by length. All of these in this box are six inches or less in length. Sort of the standard size; but maybe a bit long . . . for a cigar.” He gave me a piercing look; gauging whether I was following his meaning. I wasn’t a dummy; I understood we weren’t talking about cigars.
“The other rating is in girth, diameter, if you will, Mr. Smith. We call this rating ring gauge. A sixty-four ring gauge would be equal to an inch. The cigars in this box all range around fifty ring gauge. Again, a bit thick for a cigar . . . if perhaps a somewhat disappointing thickness for, well, you know.”
Yes, I did know.