Date: Sun, 29 Nov 2015 02:25:40 +0000 (UTC)
From: steven smith <ssmundo06@yahoo.com.au>
Subject: José and the young English tourist, parts 1 and 2 (Gay Male, Interracial)

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 piņata").

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, swimmerīs 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 Paulīs 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.  Paulīs 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 wasnīt 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 Paulīs 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 couldnīt 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
Paulīs 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 Paulīs sensitive
anus, over and over. The poor boy moaned in ectasy beneath me and I
couldnīt 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 Paulīs 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 Paulīs
rectum. As if acting independently, it pistoned in and out of Paulīs
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 Paulīs 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 Paulīs 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 Paulīs
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.

I would like to hear from you if you enjoyed this story. Please write to
Roger Steele atssmundo06@yahoo.com.au