Date: Sun, 22 Nov 2015 07:42:56 +0000 (UTC)
From: ssmundo06@yahoo.com.au
Subject: José breaks the piñata - part 2  (gay male, interracial)

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!

(words: 1,712)

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Roger Steele