José breaks the Piñata - part 2 By Roger Steele
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The previous week, José, a black Cuban workman and I, an Australian geologist studying Spanish in Cuba, at last made obvious our mutual attraction, and spent hours talking, frotting and kissing on the Malecon, Havana´s waterfront boulevard. It was late, so with difficulty we separated and returned to our respective homes, promising to get together as soon as we could to break the ice - or as José put it, to break the piñata (a papier maché decoration filled with surprises and treats which is smashed as the climax of a Latin American children´s party)! We had to wait until the following Saturday....
Saturday could not come fast enough for me. By phone, we had arranged to meet at José´s lodgings in Old Havana and then spend the day together at the swimming pool of the famous Riviera Hotel, on the Malecon. After what had transpired the previous weekend, I was anticipating what sensual pleasures lay ahead that day. As I gave free rein to my imagination and hopes, I enjoyed the surge of adrenalin that caused my pulse to race, and my penis to thicken.
On Saturday morning, after catching a taxi from Vedado to Old Havana, I went directly to José´s room, past the wooden scaffolding, up the narrow stairs, nodded a greeting to one of the neighbours, and knocked on José´s door, the palms of my hands already sweaty, and pulse racing. It was a typically hot and humid summer´s day, and after a moment´s wait, black, bare-chested José answered the door in shorts and a pair of sandals, and a big welcoming smile.
Once inside, the younger Cuban locked the door and turned to embrace his middle-aged, white visitor. At first shyly, we hugged and held each other by the waist looking into each other´s eyes and smiling broadly. We then kissed, at first tentatively and then more passionately. José´s hands held my hips and began to draw me to him. His muscular tongue penetrated my lips and probed the warm, moist cavity within, sensuously and purposefully. The normally shy man was taking the lead and knew what he wanted. He freed my shirt from my trousers and moved his hands over my white chest, gently rubbing and teasing the nipples that were already erect. He squeezed them hard - I gave an involuntary gasp. I enjoyed the feeling - not customary for me - of letting José take charge, to do as he pleased. He moved his hands to my buttocks - his grip tightening. His hands slipped inside my shorts and the underpants I was wearing, and squeezed the two firm muscular globes, pulling them apart and letting his finger brush gently over the sensitive puckered anus between them. Adrenalin was surging through my body, my heart beating fast and my penis rapidly engorging with blood and lengthening in the tight confines of my pant. At the same time, I felt curiously relaxed and whatever was coming I was confident I would love it. José indicated the stairs, and then without a word, turned and led the way up to the mezzanine bedroom. We were each keen to break the ice - and the piñata would not survive much longer.
Despite not having much experience with men, José, being Cuban, took the initiative. Confidently stripping off his shorts, he turned naked, to help me remove my clothes. I felt puny beside this big muscular black man, and seeing him unclothed for the first time, I couldn´t help but pause momentarily to admire him. His head was shaved and smooth; and his neck, shoulders and arms powerful and nearly hairless. His chest was broad and deep with a strong belly beneath. His legs and thighs were heavy and his buttocks, like those of so many Cuban men and women, were prominent and firm. The large muscular arse signalled both power and sensuality. His testicles were shaved, and hung heavily, in proportion to his impressive physique. The black penis was large and getting larger, filling with blood, becoming stiff, and standing proudly at right angles to his body.
When we were both naked, we embraced and kissed again, hands roaming freely over each other´s bodies, Delighting in the sensory stimulation, we each gently but insistently explored and caressed the other. In the sultry Havana heat, both black and white bodies were glistening with sweat. My right hand touched and stroked José´s stiff cock. It was a nice size, soft yet firm and warm to the touch. Standing straight and thick, José´s manhood was over 8 inches long, with a slight upward curve of the shaft leading to the mushroom-like head. Impatient and eager to feel this copulatory organ within my body, I rolled an Australian condom on José´s member. At first the large-sized sheath seemed too small, but it stretched and encompassed the black Cuban organ. After liberally coating José´s cock with water-based lubricant, and preparing my own "culito" with ample lube, I kissed José again, turned my back to him and leant over the single bed, proffering my love port to this sexy man, and bracing myself for what I wanted - to feel him enter me, fill me and take his pleasure with me.
Standing behind me, with strong hands firmly holding my hips, José nuzzled against my neck, licked and kissed my ear, and I felt his sweaty chest leaning against my back. Very slowly José eased his cock between the white buttocks presented to him and gently but firmly nudged the tight muscular anal opening. I felt the glans of the black penis probing and teasing my love port, and wanted desperately to feel it enter my body. It took a moment, as the large head pushed insistently at the anal sphincter- prising it open. Then, as I willed the turgid penis into me, I felt my body relax enough to allow entry - firstly the broad glans, then centimetre by centimetre the rigid shaft. As the black cock filled me, I savoured the intense pleasure that José was giving me. There was no pain only intense stimulation. After a few moments, without removing his cock from my love canal, and wanting more control and deeper penetration, José lifted me with him onto the bed, pinning me beneath him, as if in a wrestling hold. I felt the full weight of this big black man on top of me as he started to thrust deeply and and with increasing passion. For the first time I experienced brief pain as his cock reached new places within me, but that merged into a pleasure-pain feeling that overwhelmed me and had me wanting more.
We were both sweating and panting. The black man pinning me to the bed was moving his hips faster, and thrusting deeper and harder. I loved it. I felt José squeeze me now so tightly with one arm around my neck that I could hardly breathe, and had to grip his powerful forearm with both my hands to prevent it cutting off my airway. The, as he give two, three, four, deep thrusts into me, the Cuban cried out - as he came strongly, spurting his milky love deep inside me, with a series of body-wrenching ejaculations. At the same time, I realised that I too had come on the sheet beneath me. The two of us continued holding each other tightly, José´s strong body pinning me to the bed, with my free right hand I reached back and pulled his sweat covered buttocks hard against me, with his cock still buried within me. As our breathing returned to normal, José did not loosen his grip, and we relished feeling sweaty and satisfied - for the time being. José kissed my back and neck and murmured soft loving words in my ear.
Without releasing his grip on me, José continued to gently move his now softening cock within my warm moist canal, and as we kissed and cuddled, the flaccid cock gradually came to life again. I could feel José becoming aroused, and without having left my body, the black cock grew thick and hard again. José began to move instinctively, like a male animal taking charge. This white man beneath him was his to breed with. He repositioned himself firmly on top of my back, gradually driving his cock with more force into the me. This time, we both knew what to expect and what we were desperate to experience again. With his arm now around my neck, José was totally in control and the formerly shy labourer - now commanding and powerful - was moving in response to a drive that came from within him. I wanted what was happening, and loved the sensation of giving myself up to the passion and manliness of this beautiful strong, gentle person. As I held tightly to the forearm that again threatened to cut off my breathing, José was totally focused on making love to his male lover. With a stifled gasp, José came again, thrusting several times deeply and giving his precious juices freely to the man beneath him. I didn´t come again, but felt thoroughly sated. This time, soaked in sweat and breathing heavily, we slowly disentangled from each other, kissed and embraced, smiling broadly. As José slowly removed himself from my body, we were both relieved to find the flaccid black penis was still thick enough to hold the condom in place, with a large load of semen at the tip. We lay close together on the rumpled sheets, both revelling in the post-copulatory euphoria.
Showering, getting dressed and carrying our towels and swimming costumes, we left Old Havana as lovers, looking forward to spending the rest of an unforgettable day, at the Riviera Hotel in Vedado. We lounged beside the swimming pool, enjoying the sun, swimming, and each other´s company. While other couples, men and women, did likewise, concerned only about themselves and their own pleasures, the older white foreigner, and the younger, black Cuban, stretched out languidly beside each other - feeling relaxed and sated in the afterglow of their first sexual encounter. We laughed again as we reminded ourselves what we had achieved - at last we had well and truly broken the piñata, and looked forward to doing it again soon!
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Roger Steele