The Young Cuban

I first lay eyes on him as I make my way to breakfast. It is the first morning of my trip to Cuba. I have booked an all-inclusive to shut down my racing thoughts and unlock my other senses that seem to only come alive in a new place. I see him from a distance. He is trimming the foliage of a palm tree. His silhouette is immediately sexy and sinuous.

As I get closer I take more of him in. He looks to be about 22. He isn’t overly tall, probably about 5,7, but he stands strong. His short brown hair is lighter at the top, having been bleached by the sun as he works outside in the heat with his hands.

He’s wearing a camouflaged shirt that clings to his body like a wetsuit, dampened from his sweat. His torso looks chiseled. His shirt hides nothing of his hard earned physique. His radiating skin looks youthful. His face has seen its fair share of hard work but hasn’t yet been ravaged by the elements. I can’t help but stare.

I am now only about 10 feet away and that is when he looks up at me. I feel my knees buckle a bit. I feel my heart quicken. He smiles. A beautiful smile. He follows the smile with a head nod and then his eyes continue to linger in my direction until I break eye contact first, telling myself that he is probably this friendly with every tourist he sees. I pass by. About 20 feet later I turn back to glance in his direction and to my surprise he is still looking at me. I turn around and headed for the dining room.

I arrive at breakfast. I am not that hungry. I grab a pastry and some yogurt. Soon I am finished and heading back to my room, pretending to take in the grounds but secretly scanning for him. I finally spot him. He’s mowing the grass with one of those old fashioned pushers with no motor. His sweat glistens in the sun.

A bead of sweat drips off his forehead. His arms are flexed as he works, showing off his bulging biceps. His pecs pop under his tight shirt. I imagine his man musk. I feel a familiar stirring in my shorts. My shorts tightened as my cock began to press against its nylon material. I do my best to prevent myself from getting fully hard.

I don’t think it worked because I see his face move up my legs and stop at my bulge. He looks up at me, his hazel eyes locking into mine. He doesn’t break his stare and this time neither do I. I move in and in rusty Spanish ask his name. It was Diego. My lips part again and I clumsily say, “Tu es muy guapo” - you is very handsome.

His face looks startled for a second. My heart sinks. Is my Spanish that off? Have I misread the situation? His surprise turns into a smile as he thanks me and says, “tu tambien” - you too. I know if I don’t make a move I am going to regret it the rest of my trip; maybe my whole life. I say, “Es mucho caliente. Deseas agua?” - is very heated. Want water? God my Spanish is terrible, but it does the trick. He says he is very thirsty. I motion for him to follow me towards my room. He looks around cautiously and follows.

When we were about 10 feet from my room he puts his hand on my waist. He begins pushing me in a different direction. Confused, I move the way he wants me too and we entered a room two doors down from mine. The room is dim, lit only by some light coming in through a crack in the curtains. This room hasn’t seen a guest in years. There is a bed, but it’s just an old, bare mattress on a frame. Dust coats the bedside tables. Empty beer cans dot the floor. He closes the door behind him.

My heart races. I feel queazy with excitement. I want this moment so badly. I want to worship his hard body. I want to smell him. I want him to have his way with me. I want him to use me. Is he too kind to do that, to treat me like a slut? Time to find out.

He pulls me towards him. I go to get down on my knees but he pulls me back up and his lips fall onto mine. They are so soft and full. He kisses me slowly but quickly kisses me harder and harder, fuelled by a sort of primal urge. I am lost in his mouth. My hands begin to feel his rippling arms and chest. Everything is so hard beneath his shirt.

I am getting hard now too. He steps back and slowly pulls his sweaty shirt over his head. It sticks to his damp skin and I watch him through a stream of dusty light that filters into this dim, abandoned hotel room. The light falls across his torso, revealing his near-perfect abs and the sinewy muscle that flanks his waist.

The shirt comes up over his head and releases his pecs with a bounce. They are meaty, made from hard work. They begged to be sucked on. Next my eyes find his armpits. The hair slick and thick. I catch a whiff of man scent. It hits my nose and sends a current straight to my cock. I can’t resist any longer. He barely gets the shirt over his head when I move in and bury my nose in an armpit, inhaling him. It’s musky, almost pungent, but also slightly sweet.

My cock springs to full attention. He lifts his arm, revealing his entire pit. He pushes my face into his pit. I start sniffing harder and licking it feverishly. I move to his other pit. It is just as amazing. He wants me to worship them, to worship him, and I am more than happy to oblige. He releases my face and pushes my head downwards. I sink past his weighty chest, down past his adonis abs and I land on my knees. My knees hit the cold, dirty tile floor.

He begins to unbutton his work pants. I can already see the outline of his cock in his grease stained jeans. I tear my shirt up and over my head just in time to see his pubic hair spring out as he undoes his button fly. He isn’t wearing any underwear.

This sends me over the moon. He teases me for a moment, then pulls his pants down far enough to release his cock. It catapults out and flops within a centimetre of my face. Fuck. It’s gorgeous. It’s about 7 inches and thick. He is uncut and a single vein traverses the top side of his dick - a path my tongue can’t wait to travel.

He leaves his pants around his ankles, his work boots still on. I reach out and grab his cock in my hand, feeling it’s girth and immense heat. He grabs the back of my head and pushes my face into his crotch, right onto his balls. This smell is even better than his pits. I am engulfed in man smell. His balls glisten with sweat. I begin to explore each ball with my tongue. He trembles.

I lick and suck on his balls like the slut I know I am. I look up at him and he gives me that smile of his. I take his cock into my mouth. It is so thick. His cock quickly hardens up in my mouth as I roll my tongue around his man meat. I encircle his shaft fast. I am ravenous. He lets out a moan. I pull my mouth off until I only have his tip still inside.

I lick his foreskin and nibble it with my teeth. I prod the head of his dick, flicking his dick hole over and over with my wet tongue. He lets out an even louder moan. I don’t hesitate another second. I plunge my mouth down onto his cock until my lips are buried in his pungent pubic hair. I feel his cock push down into my throat until I can no longer breathe.

He grabs my hair and pushes my head down even further. I feel powerless. I love it. I hold my mouth there as long as I can. I’m now completely out of breath. I go to pull off but his hands won’t let me. He is pushing me down even harder now. I gag as I try to gasp for air. I try again to come off and he thrusts his hips so his cock slides even further down my throat, forcing it open and preventing any breath into my lungs. Just as I start to see stars he pulls me off his cock.

I cough and sputter as I take a deep, involuntary breath. I look up at him with anger and fear but am met with that same, sweet smile. He runs his hand along my face and caresses my wet lips with his fingers. I melt. He pulls me up and gestures for me to pull down my shorts. I obey.

My rock hard cock breaks free with such force that it surprises both of us. A drop of precum slides down the top of my cock head and clings to it. My cock is cut and not as long as Diego but it is just as thick. Maybe thicker. His eyes light up. I grab my dick with my hand and rub my precum between my fingers. I go to wipe it off on my hairy chest but he catches my wrist and lifts my finger to his mouth.

He places my finger in his mouth, wrapping his pillowy lips around it and licks my precum off with his tongue. I hope that he takes those lips of his down to my engorged unit but he has other ideas. He turns me around and pushes me towards the dirty, used mattress. I fall onto my stomach. From behind me I feel him pull my legs back up until my ass is in the air.

He slaps my ass cheek with his hand. He begins to gently tickle the top of my ass crack with his other hand. Next, he spreads my ass cheeks apart. I hear him clear his throat and spit. A glob of warm, wet spit shot onto my quivering hole. My entire body ignites in sparks. The sensation runs from my head to my toes and back again.

The hair on my legs and ass stand on end. Soon his callused hand is spreading his spit across my hole and he slides his index finger inside me. I twist my head back to look. His naked, hard, caramel-skinned body stands over me. I see him spit into his hand and he begins to cover his fully erect cock in it. It looks fucking huge.

His smile is gone. It is replaced with hunger. I turn my head back around. Surely he will finger me a bit more. I feel pressure on my hole, only it isn’t his finger again. His thick cock head presses up against my wet hole. He meets resistance and I take a deep breath, and let it all the way out. He pushes the head in. My eyes widen and my teeth bite down in protest, but my hole obeys.

It opens up. “Wait there a second,” I say. “No hablo ingles” he replies. He pushes in further. I bear down - a trick I learned to allow a cock to slide in a bit easier. My hole tries to protest more, but resistance was futile. His hard cock is overpowering it. I want it to. With one last push he is inside me, fully.

My fingers dig into the matress and as I go to scream, a deep guttural moan escapes me instead. It turns him on. He starts pounding my hole. He is fucking me hard, Within a minute any pain I was experiencing is replaced with total pleasure.

I am overtaken by that feeling of fullness, of being stretched open as his cock presses against every inch of my hole. Waves of ecstasy ripple through my body. My cock aches from how hard it was. It begs to be touched. I start jacking myself but my arm is quickly taken and pinned behind my back.

My head now collapsed into the mattress, my ass remaining in the air as he continues to ravage my hole. I feel every inch of him. I want to see him, to stare at his face while he fucks me. I collapse my hips, feeling his cock slide out of me. My hole gapes. It will be awhile before it closes up again. I flip myself onto my back and look at him.

Sweat drips down his muscles chest. A drip of sweat rolls down from his pit. The room is filled with his scent. I love it. He grabs my ankles and lifts my legs towards my head. I see his rock hard cock. His dick vein is full and pulsing. His tip drips with pre cum. He smiles and forces his way back into me. I scream. A scream of pleasure.

He fucks me deeper than before. I feel more pressure against my prostate. I grab my dick and start to jack. This time he doesn’t stop me. He fucks me so fast and so hard that I feel my eyes rolling back in my head. I won’t last much longer. With this kind of fucking, I will cum in a minute. I watch his eyes while he fucks me.

I watched him stare at his dick going in and out of my hole. I never stop looking at him. His beautiful face. Those hazel eyes. His pecs are flushed and his nipples hard. I can’t take the sight of him or the feeling of his cock any longer. I’m going to cum. I remove my hand from my throbbing cock to get ready for a handsfree explosion when suddenly there is a knock at the door.

Was it his manager? Are we caught?? I freeze. He stop fucking me and looks me in the eyes. Then he continues to fuck me.  Another knock at the door, this time louder.  He looks back towards the door and without warning pulls out of my hole. I let out an involuntary gasp.

My hole aches. It misses him. It feels better than it has ever felt before. I fumble for my shorts. Diego opens the door, his pants only half way up, boots still on. What the fuck is he doing?? In walks a man a few years younger than Diego. Just as tall. He could be 18. He has on the same work boots.

He smiles at Diego and quickly shuts the door. This guy is also gorgeous. He is slimmer than Diego. He still has the body of a teenager.  His face wears a devilsh grin. He mutters something to Diego but the only word I make out is “puta.” I know that word. It means whore.

My cock springs back to attention. The new guy fumbles with his belt. His black tshirt, stained with white paint sticks to his body.  I eye a nametag. Miguel. He gets his belt undone and pulls his shirt off. I glance at Diego and he looks back at me, watching my reaction.

Miguel has light chest hair and a treasure trail running down his stomach, leading to his thick, brown pubic hair that protrudes from the top of his pants. Diego lies back on the mattress and grabs my hand. He pulls me on top of him.

I straddle his stomach and face those sexy eyes of his. He slides up and I feel his cock up against my hole. I turn to look behind me but Diego forces my head back around to face him. He re-enters me. Fuckkk. It feels like the first time again.

This time his strokes are slow. I harden. More pre cum falls between his abs, slowly dripping its way along its outline. He pulls my face towards his, until my cock is pressed hard against his etched stomach. It brings more pressure. More fullness. He grabs my hair.

I imagine this new guy watching us as he sits in the dusty chair, jacking off. The thought of it turns me on even more. Suddenly I feel the mattress move. Diego pushes his cock all the way in and he holds himself there.

A hand is placed on my back. A new hand. It’s warm. Rough. A finger rubs the top of my hole, right above Diego’s cock. I hear the new guy draw up some spit from his throat. It lands just above my hole, and drips down onto it, and onto Diego’s  cock. I feel pressure on the top of my hole.

A slight sting hits my ass- a feeling of being stretched to the absolute limit. I panic. I look at Diego. He runs a hand along my lips and sticks his finger in my mouth. This distracts me as Miguel pushes his cock head into my hole with Diego’s dick still fully inside.

I brace for immense pain. I have never been double penetrated before. I fantasized about it all the time but never thought I’d actually do it. Miguel’s entire head is now in. It stings. I hold my breath. He pushes in more. I want to scream. I let my breath out and Miguel pushes in more aggressively. I feel every inch. He is all the way in now. I see stars. I feel light headed, like I’m going to pass out. Diego grabs my chin and forces me to look back into his eyes.

A warm smile spills across his face. I relax. A wave of shivers travel across my ass cheeks and over the back of my legs. My balls ache with cum. My hole stretches to its limits and beyond. I feel pleasure like I’d never felt in my entire life. I feel euphoric. Hedonistic. Mica begins to fuck me. I let out a deep moan and my body shudders.

I begin to tremble uncontrollably on top of Diego, my cock sliding back and forth on his sweaty abs, now lubed even more with my pre cum. Miguel slaps my ass. He fucks me faster now. My head gets jerked backwards as Miguel pulls my hair. Diego’s finger exits my mouth with a pop. My hole feels like it has 7 cocks in it, it is so full. I begin to shiver.

I now feel Diego begin to slide his cock in and out of my hole too, thrusting with an animalistic urge. Diego and Miguel find a rhythm as they work my hole. They fuck me faster and faster. My eyes roll back in my head. I feel the cum inside me rising and filling my balls. “Fuck!” I shout. “Fuck me!!” Their cocks work my hole good, their hot cocks sliding past each other in my sloppy, wet hole.

I see Diego’s face turn red and his lip curl. He lets out a long, primal grunt that borders on a scream. He begins to thrust his hips wildly, uncontrollably. I feel his cock swell inside of me, stretching it even further. Fuck yes. He’s going to cum. His cock begins to pulse in my hole and I feel hot ropes of cum shoot up inside me.

His man juice floods my cavity. His cum reaches up to my second hole. My entire asshole twitches. It is so wet. I’m not going to be able to hold on much longer. Diego finishes pumping his hot load into my hole and to my surprise, doesn’t pull out but instead pushes in deeper.

Miguel speeds up, his cock sliding around in my hole more easily with Diego’s cum as extra lube. My cock bounces up and down on Diego’s abs. I’m right on the edge. Miguel grabs both my hips and spits onto my back. I moan loud and my trembles intensify. Diego has to hold me in place as I buck and shake involuntarily.

A wave of pleasure stronger than I have ever felt fills my cock and then my entire body. I’m going to cum! I’m going to cum hands-free. I push myself up with my arms and cum sprays from my cock like a firehose. It shoots with such force that squirts land past Diego’s head and soaks the mattress. I continue to shoot in waves, my eyes rolling back in my head with ecstasy.

Streams of cum hit Diego’s hairy chest. One shot lands on the corner of his mouth and I see him lick it off. Just as I’m almost finished cumming, both cocks pull out of me at once. I begin to convulse in more mindblowing pleasure. My hole gapes. It is wide open.

I get spun around to face Miguel. His 8 inch long but cock is shoved into my mouth. He thrusts in and out. With every thrust he pushes my face deeper into his musk-filled crotch. He begins to moan loudly and thrusts deep into my throat and holds himself there. He’s ready. Cum begins to shoot down my cum guzzling throat in seemingly endless waves.

I drink as much as I can. I can’t breathe. He’s so deep that I can’t taste his cum. With the final rope hitting my throat he pulls out. As his cock slides past my tongue I finally get a taste of his cum. It’s salty, and sweet and amazing. I feel so used. I’m in heaven. He pulls his cock out of my mouth and slaps me on the cheek with his softening man meat. He pulls up his pants.

I collapse onto the mattress as Diego and Miguel start getting dressed. I don’t know where my shorts are. I couldn’t move if I wanted to. My legs are jelly. My hole is dripping. My cock is still leaking cum. Diego comes overs and sits on the mattress. He leans over and  kisses me on the lips. Without a goodbye, both men leave the room, the door closing shut behind them.

I’m left alone in the room. The scent of man sweat and cum is heavy in the air. I lick my lips to taste Diego and Miguel one more time. I close my eyes. My breath slows, and I sink deeper into the mattress. I feel sleep overtaking me. I should go, but I can’t.

I drift off and dream of the time two hot Cuban gardeners double teamed me in a rough, darkened room, using me for their own pleasure…plowing and seeding me like they do their grounds. My cock twitches one last time during this blissful afternoon slumber as a final stream of cum shoots onto my leg and drips down onto the cum covered mattress.