#pipe stud

[smokinggiant]

[pipestud]

Late night pipe

[hesmokes]

PIPE INHALE

[briarsnstogies]

I told Uncle Patrick it hurt every time he fucked me. He said good.. he was doing it right then. I said he always made me cry... he said that was how faggots cum

[the-evening-shade]

[smokeresq]

Pipe time!

[mpb-fan1]

[youngpipelover]

I asked AI to help me with some of my most favorite pipe memories and they actually did a pretty good job. When I was about 12 a new priest came to our Parrish. Fr Anthony was by far the youngest man I had seen smoke a pipe. Even by this young age I was already massively attracted to pipemen. I had started being an altar boy the year before and I was more dedicated now than ever.

Fr. Anthony was probably about 23 when he arrived, although I assumed he was older. He also smoked tobacco that had an aroma I had never smelled before. I would learn later that it was an English blend and boy did that aroma make me hard. Whenever I went into his office he seemed to have a briar firmly clamped between his lips and I couldn't get enough.

By the time I was 15 I was helping out with the summer camp at the church. I taught the kids basketball and baseball among other things. After the campers left in the afternoon I would hang out in Fr Anthony's office while we chatted about life and religion and he smoked a pipe. I told him that I had a deep seated desire to be a priest. I think he realized it was really just a desire to smoke his pipes.

The next year we moved away to a different town about 6 hours away. The summer after I turned 16 I started smoking a pipe. My dad had occasionally smoked a pipe and I asked if he would show me how. I took to it real quickly. I even graduated to English blends a few months after I started. I smoked all through college and even worked at the tobacco shop near campus. The summer after I graduated I drove to visit Fr. Anthony. I knew I was gay at that point but had been too afraid to act on it. In my fantasy, I would get to the church, Friday Anthony and I would smoke a bowl and then we would have hot passionate sex. Of course, that did not happen. But we did spend the afternoon smoking and talking. He told me he knew I would probably be a pipe smoker because of the way I would stare at his pipes when I was a kid. While slightly embarrassing, it also made me laugh at how obvious I must've been. We promised to keep in touch and we did.

Just last year I saw Fr Anthony for the last time. I was grayer and older. As was he. While we smoked I told him that I had gotten married to my husband the year before and he seemed thrilled. My husband and I had met at the Chicago pipe show of all places and we had been together 7 years by then. Fr Anthony was older looking and much grayer than the last picture but I like to remember him that way. A younger hot sexy pipe smoking priest who had filled my smoky dreams most of my life. Sadly he died in a plane crash flying down to Haiti to help the poor and disadvantaged. I was distraught when I heard the news. I'm sure he always knew that I was attracted to him the whole time. I miss him so much. You never get over your first crush. RIP Fr Anthony.