Smoking Fetish / TG Fiction: After Hank reveals his infatuation for older men, Arlene decides to take him to a VFW dance to meet the kind of men he's attracted to. Hank thinks it will be a chance to find out once and for all if he's really attracted to men or if its just a figment of his imagination. Hank meets Dave Evans, a retired colonel who turns out to be both an officer and a gentleman.

Arlene parked the car in front of the VFW building and turned off the ignition. She turned around in her seat and faced him. "Are you sure you want to do this honey?"

"I think so. At least a part of me is. The other part is me is scared like hell."

"That's your boy side," laughed Barbara. "Ignore it."

"What's VFW stand for again," asked Hank?

"Veterans of Foreign Wars," said Arlene.

"And you think there'll be some older guys here," asked Hank?

"They're having a dance," said Barbara. "This place will be swimming with old lions on the prowl. And they're going to love you."

"And you guys won't leave until I meet someone that seems okay?"

"Even then its going to be hard to leave, but yes," said Arlene. "If that's what you want."

"Okay," said Hank as he opened his door and stepped out onto the parking lot.

Barbara and Arlene got out of the car too. Six heels clicked against the sidewalk as they made their way up to the door. The sound of "Moon River" greeted their ears as they stepped inside.

Hank had never been in a real bar before, but he thought the VFW might qualify as one. The first thing he noticed was that the place was crowded, smoky and dimly lit. He saw more men than women. Most of them were older than his mom and Barbara. The youngest people looked to be in their early fifties.

He counted five couples on the dance floor. Another ten or twelve people sat at the bar. The rest, which probably amounted to fifty or more were scattered along the tables that lined the dance floors.

Hank followed his mom and Barbara to an empty table surrounded by other tables that were populated by men and speckled with women. He guessed there were three men to every woman and every eye in the place turned toward them as they took their seats.

Arlene and Barbara both took their cigarettes from their purse and Hank followed suit.

"I've never been to a bar before," said Hank. "What are we supposed to do."

"Smoke and talk," said Barbara as she lit her cigarette. "If the men aren't shy, one of them will ask you to dance. You can dance, can't you?"

"I don't know," said Hank as he lit his own cigarette. "I've never done it before," he said as he studied the couples on the dance floor. "It looks like they're just hugging each other and moving their feet."

"That's all you do," said Arlene as she exhaled her smoke. "The rest will take care of it self if you want it to."

Hank was thinking of something to ask his mother when he caught Barbara's eyes looking above him. And then he felt a gentle touch on his shoulder, followed by the sound of a deep voice attached to a southern drawl.

"Pardon me Miss, but would you do me the honor of sharing this dance with me?"

Arlene and Barbara both saw Hank's expression go from surprised to dreamy as he looked up at the craggy face of his worldly suitor.

Hank looked back at his mom and Barbara for their approval.

Arlene giggled. "We'll be okay. Go have some fun!"

The man introduced himself as Dave Evans, as Hank got out of his chair.

"I'm Henrietta Wilson, but you can call me Hank."

Dave raised an eyebrow as he took Hank's hand.

Hank shuddered as his smaller hand was encased by Dave's firm grip. "It's just a nick name," he said as Dave led him out to the dance floor.

"I like it," he said as he faced Hank and laid his right hand on Hank's hip. "I've seen and done a lot of things in my 66 years, but this is the first time I've ever danced with a Hank."

Hank looked up at him and smiled sweetly as he absorbed the older man's physical attributes before being pulled into Dave's plaid covered chest. Something made a familiar crinkling noise in Dave's pocket. Hank hoped it was the sound of a soft pack of cigarettes, as he had always wanted to kiss a man that smoked. One whiff of the plaid shirt boosted his suspicions. Dave reeked of tobacco. Hank snuggled closer as the older man engulfed him with his arms.

"So what do you think," asked Barbara? "Do they make a cute couple?"

Arlene stubbed her cigarette out in the black plastic ashtray. "He's got to be every bit of 65. Maybe even 70."

"Well I hope Big Dick looks that good 20 years from now."

"He's bald," said Arlene.

"Just on top. He's still got hair around the sides."

"Do you think I should trust him," asked Arlene?

"I'm not wanting to leave yet, if that's what you're asking. Let's feel him out. If we don't like him we can tell Hank its time to go home. Oh! The song's over. What's Hank going to do? They're coming back here."

"Arlene, Barbara, this is Dave Evans. He's a retired army colonel."

"WW2," said Dave as he shook hands with both ladies.

"Its nice to meet you," said Arlene. "Thanks for dancing with my sister. Do you have time to sit, or do you need to get back to your friends?"

"Thanks for the invitation," said Dave as he helped Hank with his chair before taking a seat of his own. "I noticed you ladies smoke, do you mind?" he asked as he padded his shirt pocket with his hand.

"Not at all," said Hank. His limp penis tingled as Dave pulled a pack of unfiltered Camel's from his shirt pocket.

"Bad habit, he said as he lit one. "Started in the war. They gave them to us soldiers free and I've been paying for them ever since. Damn things killed my first wife and they'll probably be the end of me too.

"I'm sorry to hear that," said Hank, as he took a cigarette from his case. "How long has it been since you lost her."

"It will be 12 years in July," said Dave as he lit Hank's cigarette with his Zippo.

"My sister is an old maid," said Arlene.

"She's not old from where I'm sitting," said Dave.

They continued their four way conversation for about an hour. Both Arlene and Barbara were surprised at how well Hank handled himself. He asked Dave the right questions and gave Dave the right answers.

"Colonel Evans," said Arlene.

"Please Arlene, just call me Dave."

Arlene smiled. "Okay Dave, I was wondering if you could do Barbara and I favor. We have some places to go and you and my sister seem to be having such a good time. I'd hate to spoil her fun. Would it be too much trouble to ask you to give her a ride home?"

Hank flashed his mom a big grin.

Dave seemed surprised but pleased that he had made such a good impression on the sister of the woman he was interested in. "I'll take good care of her Arlene. I promise. Is midnight too late to have her back by?"

Arlene smiled. "Hank's a big girl. She doesn't have a curfew. Stay out as long as you like."

*****

Hank and Dave got up to dance after saying their goodbyes to Arlene and Barbara. They danced three dances before sitting back down. Dave's hands became braver with each dance, pulling Hank ever more close and tight. Hank pushed closer too, mashing his big breast implants against Dave's stomach and chest.

Before going back to the table, Dave stopped by the bar and got himself another Budweiser and bottle of Coke for Hank. They sat back down at the table and talked about themselves and their families.

Dave had one daughter. She lived in Oklahoma with her husband and three children. The youngest was 5, the middle one was 12 and the oldest was 15. Dave sounded very proud of his grand children. It was clear to Hank that he also loved his daughter very much. He talked about looking forward to his daughter's visit at Christmas.

"I think you and my daughter Sally would like each other," said Dave.

"Sally wouldn't be jealous of another woman seeing her Daddy?" asked Hank.

"Sally loved her mother, but she wants me to move on," said Hank as he lit another Camel. "I got the impression from your sister that you don't have much time for men."

"I wouldn't say that" said Hank, "especially not tonight. I'm having a real nice time," he said as he pulled a cigarette from his case.

Dave instinctively reached out and lit Hank's cigarette.

"Thank you," said Hank. "You're such a gentleman."

Hank's heart fluttered wildly as they talked. The feeling was so familiar to him. But this was the first time he didn't fight to suppress it. How many times had he laid in his bed thinking of a night like this?

His groin tingled in anticipation as he watched Dave wrap his chapped lips around the moist end of his Camel. I bet he has dentures too, thought Hank, as the smoke trailed out of Dave's mouth. Hank fought the urge to walk around the table and unzip the old man's trousers. I wonder what it looks like, thought Hank? I bet its cute and mushy. His pubic hairs are probably gray. He hoped Dave would let him look at it and maybe even touch it.

His mom told him not to worry about the details. She told him the man would make all the moves. She told him that things would go as far as he wanted them to go. If his mom was right, it meant that Dave might want to suck on his breasts. Hank shivered at the thought.

Of course he couldn't go all the way with Dave, even if he wanted to. But he could get pretty close.

As they talked, Hank imagined himself in bed with Dave. He fantasized that they were kissing and cuddling and sharing cigarettes together. He saw himself laying back against a pillow, stroking Dave's penis, as they watched TV together. Maybe the old man would even let him suck on it before they went to sleep.

Hank was so engaged with both his fantasy and the conversation with Dave that he forgot about the time.

"I better get you home," said Dave as he looked at the Timex on his liver spot stained wrist. "Or your sister will send out a posse."

Hank put out his cigarette and picked up his purse. This is it, he thought as Dave escorted him out of the VFW. I wonder if he's going to take me back to his house. Or maybe he'll take me to a motel.

Dave opened the car door for Hank and waited for him to get in before closing it.

"Where do you live?" asked Dave, as he started the engine.

Hank gave directions to his house. Oh no, this isn't going right, he thought. Maybe I should just tell him what I want. But if I do that, he'll think I'm a slut. His mind raced for a solution that would give him what he'd come for without tainting his reputation as a lady.

They pulled up Hank's driveway and Dave turned off the engine. "I'll walk you to the door," he said without giving the slightest hint of trying to get a kiss while still in the car.

I want him to kiss me, thought Hank as they walked the stairs to the porch.

"I had a wonderful time tonight Henrietta."

"Me too Dave," said Hank as he looked up into the old man's face.

"Maybe I'll see you again at one of the dances. But I guess a girl like you doesn't hang around old soldier clubs on a regular basis. If you did, I would have seen you before tonight."

Oh no, thought Hank! He's holding out his hand. He wants to shake hands with me. I don't care what he thinks about me. I have to do this, he thought.

Hank took a hold of Dave's hand and pulled it toward him, knocking the old man off balance. Not having a choice, Dave grabbed hold of Hank to keep from falling. Hank seized the opportunity and latched on to Dave's lips with his own.

Dave grunted and gave into the kiss. He wrapped his arms around the young boy's hips and held him tight as he took control of the kiss and the situation at hand.

Oh my God, thought Hank. He's kissing me! His eyes flew open as his taste buds were assaulted by the raw unfiltered flavored of Dave's smoky kiss. His mom had told him he probably wouldn't be able to taste a smoker's kiss, but she was wrong! The flavor of Dave's mouth over powered hers. Gross! He thought. But he was still turned on nonetheless. He didn't want the kiss to end but eventually it did.

Dave stepped back and cleared his throat while Hank smoothed his skirt.

"I'm sorry," said Dave. "I wasn't expecting you'd ever want to kiss me. I know you were just being nice. I lost control and made a fool out of myself."

Hank kissed him again.

Dave was now thoroughly confused. "I'm old enough to be your father."

Grandfather, thought Hank, but he didn't say it. "I can't help it. I'm attracted to you. I like you a lot."

"You'd want to see me again," asked Dave. "You'd go on a date with me?"

"I'd like that very much," said Hank. "I have to work through the week though, during the day. I can only go out on nights and weekends."

"I know its not much of a date," said Dave, "But would you like to go to church with me tomorrow. We could get some lunch afterwards."

"That sounds very nice," said Hank. "What time will you pick me up?"

Dave grinned. "If I pick you up at 10:30. That should give us plenty of time to make it."

"Its a date then," said Hank as he laid one more kiss on Dave before going inside the house.

He closed the door and watched Dave hobble back to his car through the window.

"I didn't think I'd see you so soon," said Arlene. "Did everything go okay?"

"I don't know Mom. We didn't do... you know, anything. He didn't even try to kiss me. I kissed him. I don't think he likes me very much."

"I thought I heard him ask you to go to church with him tomorrow."

"He did, but he was just being nice I think."

"Dave likes you a lot honey. He's a gentleman, that's all. He's afraid if he rushes things, he'll scare you off. Do you like him?"

Hank swooned. "Yes!"