José and the young English tourist - part 1 By Roger Steele
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My name is José. I am Cuban from the eastern province of Guantanamo. I have been living and working in the capital city of Havana for some years, because there are more opportunities to find work here. I am in my early 40s and keep fit because my work depends on my strength - I do heavy lifting work on construction sites as well as doing various other work such as cleaning and painting.
Since I was a teenager, a champion wrestler in eastern Cuba, I have known that some men find me attractive, and I am sometimes attracted to men. I have had occasional sexual encounters with anonymous older Cuban men, often men who are married but who want to service a virile young man, orally and sometimes anally too.
It has always been a struggle for me to make a living but I get by. I am humble but proud. I rent a simple apartment on my own on the first floor of an old building in Central Havana, with a balcony overlooking the busy pedestrian shopping Mall of Calle San Rafael. I do not have a regular sexual partner - but a couple of years ago, I met an older white man from Australia. We became lovers and friends. Although, he lives in Australia, we keep in touch through mutual friends, and when together, we pick up where we left off (see "José breaks the piñata").
A week ago, I had just arrived home from a hard days work, had a shower at my place, and went down into busy San Rafael to buy a pizza for my dinner. I was standing in the queue - queuing is a national Cuban pasttime - when I became conscious of a young white boy, a "yuma", standing close behind me. He was in his early twenties and attractive - a bit shorter than me but half of my weight, and with a slim, swimmer´s body. He had blond hair, which I like, and the kind of white skin that burns easily in the Cuban sun. He smiled shyly at me - and from his quick glance, I knew that the young fellow was checking me out, and enjoyed what he saw!
He asked me in English about the pizzas and I told him that they are good and not expensive.My English is not very good but when he spoke he had an accent that I had never heard. "Where are you from?" I asked. He told me that he was from Liverpool in England. "Me llamo José" I said. He told me his name is Paul. After my pizza was served, I waited for him to get his. Paul asked where I was going to eat. I pointed to my balcony which was just across the Mall from where we stood. From his smile and body language, I had the feeling that he wanted to come with me, so I invited him. I bought a couple of cold beers to take with us, and led the way while the young, English tourist followed me.
At my place, we took our pizzas and beers and sat on the chairs on the balcony, watching the passing parade. We ate and drank and chatted, at first shyly and then more suggestively. With the buzz from the beer in my head, I wanted this young foreigner to service me. I wanted to dominate him and satisfy his needs.
When we finished our pizzas and beers, and after smoking a Cuban cigarette on the balcony, I took charge and quietly but firmly told Paul to follow me. In the living room, I confidently took him in my arms. He looked at me expectantly, and I brushed his lips with my lips, and then freed his light shirt from his shorts and caressed his lean chest, pausing to gently rub his nipples. Paul looked into my eyes as I stimulated his tender "pezones" and as I held his gaze, I pinched the nipples hard, letting him know who was in charge, and if he couldnt take it, now was the time to leave. He gasped, but his eyes never left mine.
I smiled encouragingly, then stroked and rubbed his now hard and sensitive nipples and could see Paul´s young cock moving and thickening in his pants. It was evening and the light outside fading, but inside it was still hot and humid. I unbuttoned his shirt and pushed it back over his shoulders, leaving him bare-chested and vulnerable. I undid his shorts and dropped them to his ankles, leaving his hard cock straining against a pair of sexy briefs. Paul let me take control and I did.
Placing my large hands on his slim white hips, I pulled him firmly against my body. I slipped my fingers under the elastic waistband, and stroked his muscular buttocks. They were firm and tight and I kneaded them sensuously. I moistened two fingers in my mouth while looking deep into his eyes, and then placed them gently but firmly on the wrinkled love port that lay between those arse cheeks, and brushed over it lightly and teasingly. The slippery fingers then entered my visitor for the first time. He let out a whimper as I forcefully entered him, found his prostrate and roughly rubbed and prodded it. Paul´s mouth was open, in a daze - half shocked and half enraptured.
I removed the fingers, vanguard of my assault, and yanked his underpants to the floor, releasing his rigid penis and leaving him naked and exposed. I ordered him to remove his socks and shoes - then inspected him - mine to do with as I pleased. He was a beautiful young man - self-conscious and defenceless in my room, while Istood fully clothed before him. Just as I wanted. He would serve my sexual need.
My cock responded to the feel and sight of the youngster, and while not fully erect, it was growing, thickening. I lowered my trousers and pants to release the sweaty, black anaconda for him to appreciate. Like most Cuban men, I shave all my pubic hair so my cock and balls look even more impressive. Paul stared, his mouth half open again. Placing my hands on his shoulders I pushed him to his knees, and stood before him with my hands on my hips - my thick cock swaying centimetres from his lips. "Chupame muchacho!" I ordered.
Paul, licked his lips then took my mushroom glans in his warm mouth, with one hand holding and stroking the shaft. It felt great. My blood sausage was becoming harder as Paul sucked and stroked. Rather than let him dictate my pleasure, I placed my hands on each side of his head and began to face-fuck him, gradually driving further into his mouth and throat. Paul managed to overcome his gag reflex and took my cock right down his throat. I could have come as I thrust hard down his muscular oral passage - but had other thoughts.
Paul needed to get his breath back and I needed to regain control. We paused and helping Paul to his feet, I led him to the bedroom. "Lay on the bed" I instructed, "and watch me". I put on a bit of a show, firstly taking off my shoes and socks, and then trousers and underpants, which were already around my ankles; then slowly eased my shirt up and over my head, making sure that Paul could admire my muscular chest, biceps and shoulders. Paul was staring and stroking his hard cock. When naked, I lay on the bed next to him - my large form, glistening with sweat, contrasting withhis slim white body.
I pressed hard against him, feeling my stiff cock against his erection, my heavy thighs wrapped around his lithe limbs, and my face in his face. After brushing his lips lightly with mine, my tongue teased and licked his lips. I gently bit and pulled on his lower lip, before easing my muscular pink tongue into his moist mouth. I was thinking of what was to come, as I penetrated his body and pleasured him. I stroked his largest sexual organ - his skin - caressing and kneading him, pulling him firmly into me, bare skin on bare skin, revelling in the sensations.
With my tongue exploring his mouth, I stroked his cock and balls with one hand while the other pushed between his thighs and felt for his "culito", his love port. Once again, I moistened two fingers and penetrated him forcefully with my right hand, while my left hand continued to stroke and tease his eager young cock. I knew he wouldcum soon if I continued to stimulate his prostate and I wasn´t ready for that. Ireleased him, rolled him over, face down on the sheet, and lay on his back. With myleft arm around his shoulder and neck, I pinned him to the bed in a wrestling hold, letting him feel my weight on him, and over him. I felt an urgent need to breed this man, and place my seed deep within him. I would take him and make him hungry for me.
José and the young English tourist - part 2by Roger Steele
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After meeting Paul in the street below his Havana apartment, José, a black Cuban labourer, had taken him home, intent on dominating him and satisfying his sexual needs. Paul felt vulnerable but curious to experience whatever was to come. He found himself naked on the bed of this big black man - and was surprised to findthat he enjoyed submitting himself to his will, and having the older man dictate what happened. After stimulating Paul to the point of orgasm, José stopped and wrestled the young tourist face down on his bed as the urge to breed with him became overpowering. José takes up the story of what happened next ...
I pulled Paul up onto his knees and positioned myself behind his beautiful, bubble butt, my stiff cock pointing directly at the wrinkled anus between those firm cheeks. I rolled a Cuban "made in Vietnam" condom on my massive tool, and smeared water-based lube over it, taking a moment to smear some around and in Paul´s love port. I took the young fellow by the hips and moving slightly towards him, my cockhead nudged at the sensitive opening. My cock was thick and turgid and demanding entry.This was what Paul desired and perhaps feared, but was going to experience.
Holding those slim hips, so tightly that he couldn´t resist me, I gently eased my full hard length into the young man, and when my glans reached as far as it would go, I paused to let my lover breathe and get used to this invasion. Having gone this far, there was no going back for Paul - perhaps his darkest fantasy would be realised.
I moved my cock in and out of his moist love canal, each time pushing back in harder and faster. I felt under the body beneath me and took hold of Paul´s rigid cock, stroking him as I pummelled his arse. When I paused to regain my breath, I eased mycock almost out of his anal sphincter, and then pushed back in just a little way, before easing out again. My cock is so large and thick that I was stretching and teasing Paul´s sensitive anus, over and over. The poor boy moaned in ectasy beneath me and I couldn´t hold back much longer.
Raising myself off my knees with my cock buried deep within him, I began pounding his arse harder and deeper with a steadily increasing rhythm, my black balls slapping against the white buttocks. As I moved rapidly, a familiar feeling began deep in my groin and I knew that my love milk would soon be expelled into this beautiful foreigner. Paul was stroking his cock faster and faster as my hard cock stimulated his prostate. I was out of control and my cock became a slippery piston, moving faster and faster. My weight and movement forced Paul from his knees and he collapsed flat on the bed, with my arm around his neck, holding him so firmly that he could hardly breathe. His two hands held my forearm to stop me choking him, but I was about to cum and squeezed him tighter and tighter.
At last, with a cry, my orgasm began. My body convulsed and my cock pulsed deep within him, with spurt after spurt of precious love milk. My cock continued to jerk and contract for a minute or so. As I eased my grip around his neck, Paul grabbed and stroked his hard cock and within a few seconds he came fiercely, ejaculating hiscopious young semen. He tried to move from under me, but I did not allow that. I needed him to know his role was to serve me - and besides I wanted to savour the post-copulatory feeling of satisfaction and exhaustion. My thick cock was becoming flaccid within Paul´s rectum, but I still enjoyed being within him and on him. As my sweaty chest pinned him to the bed I kissed and licked his ear and neck, and whispered sweet words in Spanish and English.
He sighed blissfully and clenched the muscles of his rectum, giving my cock a pleasant squeeze. As he repeated the action, my member responded. The love organwas becoming more rigid and sensitive, and instinctively I started to move it very slightly and gently within his receptive canal, enjoying the exquisite sensations. I continued to whisper words of love and encouragement in his ear, while moving slowly and sensuously within him. Paul was sated from his powerful orgasm, but enjoyed this feeling of being joined sexually to a dominant black man, and being stimulated deeply and erotically.
As our bodies moved together, tied together, pressed together, sweaty skin on sweaty skin, there was no more talking or thinking, just acting in a primaeval dance of love, that could end in only one way. By now, my cock was rigid, tight and felt like bursting. Its length occupied Paul´s rectum. As if acting independently, it pistoned in and out of Paul´s body, at times leaving him entirely and then thrusting back in through the now relaxed and stretched anus, slippery with lube and bodily secretions. I did not need to guide the cock with my hands, it was so rigid and Paul so receptive, that the black penis was like a guided missile, locking onto its target and slamming home. I was aided by Paul´s desperate need to be filled, and the way his raised arse was almost searching for the organ that could satisfy it.
Once again, I squeezed my lover, as I pummelled his arse, driving hard into him. Sweat dripped off my body onto his. I had to hold him tight to prevent him from slipping from under me. I worked hard to cum again so soon after the first time, but I felt a desperate need. I had to breed this young animal beneath me, to fill him with my man seed. I could feel the wave of orgasm approaching as I thrust ever harder, until at last my cock convulsed and spurted man milk deep within the young body. I sobbed as my body was wracked by ecstatic orgasmic contractions.
I released my grip on Paul and he sighed with satisfaction. I rolled us together onto our sides, to lie spooning, with Paul´s back tight against my chest, my thighs against the back of his thighs, my arms around him, and my cock buried deep within him. Exhausted, we drifted off to sleep for awhile. Suddenly, remembering the condom on my deflated cock, I reached down between us, held the base of the condom tightly on the base of my flaccid but still thick cock, and slowly withdrew them both from Paul´s sweet arse. The condom was in place, and its tip held a reservoir of love juice that I had delivered deep within this beautiful young white man.
It was late, and I needed to work in the morning. I slapped my visitor hard on the arse,and said "Time for you to go young man. Grab your clothes and be on your way". Paul looked startled and asked when he could see me again. I gave him my phone number and told him to call me on the weekend, to find out if I would see him again. He looked disappointed, but knew that he had to accept my conditions or not see me again.
Secretly, I could not wait to have Paul again, but I didnt want him know how needy I felt. I wanted him to be ready to serve me, when and how I wanted.
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