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I had decided on a stopover in Amsterdam before flying my finial leg to Norwich in the UK. The flight had been late from Singapore, however after a few hours sleep in my nice hotel, I decided to go and explore some of the small back streets that Amsterdam was famous for.

The small bars in the back streets were starting to fill with their customers because it had been a hot Friday afternoon. Office workers and tourists mixed together over a few beers. After a couple of beers and a nice chat with a group of guys from England who were on a stag weekend, I decided to go and find the cigar shop I had searched out on the internet. After walking for about ten minutes I found the street I had been looking for, about half way down on the right I could see a sign for Jan’s cigar shop.

I walked into the shop and straight away I could smell the wonderful aroma of quality cigars from around the world lying in their humidor cabinets for all to see. I was like a kid in a candy store as I surveyed the large walk in humidor, searching for my favourite brand to take back to England with me.

I heard a voice from behind me as I stood transfixed by the site of my number one fetish, cigars. Large hand rolled cigars did it for me every time ever since my late teens, so now in my early forties I had search out numerous others over the year that shared the wonderful cigar fetish, both men and woman.

I looked round to see a man of around sixty offering me his hand and telling me he was the owner Jan. We shock hands as I told him my name was William. Jan was about six feet tall, slim, complete bald, steely blue eyes, clean shaven face with a strong grip that surprised me a little because his manner was a little feminine to say the least. He was wearing tight black leather trousers and waist coat, showing a hairless chest with rings in both nipples.

The guy looked like he was about to parade his wares at a gay club, rather than sell cigars, so I could feel my eight inch cock start to stiffen a bit as we exchanged small talk about cigars. I have always had a thing for mature men ever since I was in my late teens, couple that with cigars and I am in heaven, already I thought to myself, what a great idea staying over in Amsterdam had been.

I told Jan I was looking for my favourite brand of cigar called the Flor De Oliva Super Giant, which as a cigar fetish guy is a must have for my humidor. At 10 x 66 it is a monster cigar to smoke. I can inhale this mother’s all day and never get sick of looking at them, because when it comes to cigars, size does matter for me.

Jan produced the cigars for me to inspect, I could feel my pulse quicken a little as I handle one of the monsters. I asked for fifty to be boxed to take back to England, with another five for me to smoke before my flight back the next day. Jan smiled as he asked me if I wanted to join him in the small bar he had at the back of the shop for a smoke. He told me that it was closing time and he always enjoys a long smoke at this time of day. I smiled and thanked him for his offer and waited while he locked the front door of the shop, then followed him into the back.

The lounge bar at the back of the shop was filled with large black leather chairs and I sat on one while Jan poured a couple of brandies for us to drink with our cigars. Jan offered me a large cigar and it was not long before we were both inhaling our monster cigars, whilst chatting about life in general.

It did not take long before Jan asked me why I prefer the larger cigars, I told him that I had a thing for them since I was a young man and he smiled at this. He complimented me on how well I handled suck a big cigar, saying that it looked good in my mouth. I smiled back saying I loved to handle big things in my mouth and I knew after I had said this, Jan would either ask me to leave or take me up on my offer.

Jan walked over to me, unzipping his trousers as he did so. Well young man he said, want to smoke this for me? I jumped at the chance, talking all of his hard nine inches deep into my throat, working him hard between great open mouth inhales of rich cigar smoke. I could feel Jan starting to tense as he fucked my throat for all he was worth. He pulled his long shaft from my hot throat saying that he wanted to fuck me.

I was out of my clothe in world record time, so Jan could see my shaven athletic swimmers body, my cock and nipples were so hard I was in heaven as I stood in front of him with my monster cigar clamped between my pearly white teeth. A man of Jan’s appearance and experience was not one to pass up, so when he bent me over and pushed his thick huge cock deep into my bald pussy hole I certainly was not disappointed.

He fucked me long and hard for the next ten minutes or so. His large balls were slapping so hard against my arse checks I thought he would explode at any moment; this feeling was so intense because I found myself waiting for his wonderful load. He turned me over on my back, placing my legs tight around his back, so I could pull ever inch of him deep inside me. He looked so hot with his large cigar clamped between his teeth, puffing large amounts of smoke in my direction in time with his wonderful thrusting movement. Jan rubbed my eight inches in time with his movement until I could take no more and I shot a fountain of cum from my rock hard cock into the air, watching it land on my stomach, this was the trigger for Jan.

He screamed out as he pulled his cock from my hot pussy, spraying my body with a huge amount of cum. The taste was fantastic and I greedily licked the cum from my fingers as I used them to mopped the protein shake from my very satisfied body.

We held each other, kissing for a few minutes before we both regained our composer. It had to be one of the best fucks I had ever had and of course I wanted more, loads more, so when Jan ask if I would join him later that evening at his favourite bar, I was in no mood to say no, I wanted Jan again and part of me knew that like my great cigar fetish I was totally hooked on this guy.

Jan and I would become very close indeed and I have some wonderful stories to recount, however this is my story of the first time I meet a wonderful man in his cigar shop.