I haven’t seen this scene yet, but
Jos Alvarez takes me back. I have had such exotic experiences with Cubans, that I still remember them all these years later. Jeeze, I love those people.
Back in 1944, when Batista was still running Cuba, I used to go there and stay in the Hotel Nacional, which was a fabulous hotel (It had beautiful 1930’s furniture, and I’m told it still has that same 1930’s furniture in it) that overlooked the Havana Harbor, and the Malecon, which is a wide seawall that runs along the north side of Havana. It was a broad roadway, but more importantly, it was a broad explanade, where you could cruse for unbelievably hot fucking Cubans. I was about 15 when I started going there.
The first time I ever went there, I met this Cuban busboy who took my luggage to the room. In those days, you would travel by train and ship, so you would take trunks of clothes instead of just suitcases. This kid took my stuff to the room and then they would help you unpack it, if you wanted to. Well, I wanted to, and before that scene was over this Cuban had my face planted against the wall and was fucking my ass. The whole time I was there, this guy would come to my room and plant my face against a wall and fuck my little 15 year old ass. The funny thing was that he never wanted to fuck in a bed, and he would talk normally all the time (his English was great) but as soon as he started pulling your clothes off to fuck you, he’d start whispering everything and when he whispered, he’d revert to Spanish, which I could hardly understand. But with his hot dick in my ass, I felt I was getting the gist of what he was saying, by simply being on the other end of that dick. He’d do this really funny thing. He’d take the back of his hand and slap down on your ass, and he’d never fuck you face to face. He’d never kiss you. Then when he’d bust his nuts in your ass hole (I’d shit big loads of his cum out when he left!) then, without saying a word, he’d reach around and jerk me off, and turn me towards the bed and make me shoot all over the fucking place. He’d wipe his hands on my ass and leave the room without saying a fucking word.
This guy was handsome beyond words. I had never heard of this actor yet, but 3 or 4 years later Montgomery Cliff made this movie, “Red River” and as soon as I saw the movie I cried, because this hot little Cuban looked so much like Montgomery Cliff. Whom I consider to be one of the most handsome men I ever knew about.
He would know when I’m in my room, and he’d just appear, every day, and not say a fucking word or anything. Like “May I fuck your ass, please?” or maybe “May I take the back of my hand and beat your hot little ass until it goes red?” Nothing. He’d just come in. pull my pants down, hold my shirt up, push my head into the wall. He loved to slap my ass with the back of his hand. (I’d never seen anyone else do that) He didn’t use any lube or anything. He’d just spit on his hand and wipe that on my ass hole, and spit on the end of his dick and shove that fucker in, (using just spit and determination!) while he was saying Spanish shit to me. I don’t know what. Jesus, that hurt so fucking bad and felt so fucking good.
His father was some kind of overseer on a Sugar Plantation south of Havana. On his day off, we’d go there and he’d introduce me to his father, his mother, and he had 5 brothers and 3 sisters. He’d talk normally. They’d all speak English to me. They’d feed me Cuban food. It was just fabulous.
Then after I left there I never heard from this guy again until after Castro took over Cuba and confiscated all the American property down there. This whole family wound up Miami, and contacted the people that used to chaperone me (my parents wouldn’t let me travel alone until I was 18). And those people put him in contact with me. My father was still alive then. He and the Cuban’s father made a partnership to buy land in Florida which was cheap as hell in those days and start up a sugar cane plantation, which still runs to this very day. The kid that used to fuck me was about 35 or so by the time they got to Miami and in spite of the close contact, he never mentioned again about fucking my brains out in Havana for 2 weeks when I was 15. He is still on the sugar plantation, and these days is a little over 90 years old and still in great health. He has grandkids, great grandkids and great great grandkids, a few of which are as good looking as he was.
So I don’t make any pretense about being objective about
Jos Alvarez. No matter what happens in this scene, its 5’s all around.
I love them all! 
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