The Cuban Ch. 01

All characters in this story are over the age of 18.

Emilio Aguilar escaped from a Cuban fishing boat. The boat was mysteriously misdirected to a far north point in the Gulf of Mexico. Through an underground network, it had been arranged for a fishing vessel out of Gulfport, Mississippi to pick him up from the warm waters of the gulf. He was dragged aboard by a distant cousin of one of the owners of the fishing boat.

The story of how Emilio got there is a three-generation tale. His maternal grandmother Lesa Garnett was a petite and adventuresome girl of eighteen when she met Emilio's grandfather. Well, met is not exactly the story. One night, the party girl was out with friends in Miami. She had a little too much to drink as did her friends. A handsome black man soon gravitated to the young ladies. After a few more drinks, Lesa and the big black man left the bar together. They didn't even get a room. They fucked in the back of the guy's pickup truck. She would barely remember the night. The next morning, she woke up with a splitting headache on a street bench.

She eventually made her way back to where she and her friends were staying. They all had stories to tell. Some were aware enough of the events of the night before. They asked Lesa about her night. She couldn't remember much but she did remember being royally fucked in the bed of an old pickup truck.

Lesa was as vivacious as she was petite. She probably should have been carded at the bar because she looked younger than her eighteen years. She stood only 4"-11" tall. She had a perky set of B cup breasts with medium sized areolas and protruding nipples. She loved to go braless with either short shorts of short mini skirt. Her best feature was her ass. While not fat at all, it was slightly larger than one would expect from a petite woman. She wore her blonde hair in a short shag style as was the fashion then.

Lesa put the drunken night behind her until she missed her period three weeks later. She hoped that it was just stress and went about her business. When she missed her second period, she went to a free clinic in the barrios. Tests showed that she was indeed pregnant. What was she to do. She had run away from home at sixteen not wanting to stay with her mother and her mother's gross boyfriend. She hated how he glared at her when her mother wasn't around. She knew she had to get out but she couldn't tell her mother that she feared the boyfriend's attention might come to more when she got older. She had morals and managed to keep her hymen intact until after her eighteenth birthday. A remarkable feat but at that time, young ladies were supposed to remain chaste.

On the streets in Miami, she managed to attract attention of groups of young people. She eventually settled down with her roommates and managed to get some menial work. She didn't have a high school diploma or even a GED. What she did have was a charming sex appeal. She was outgoing and kept herself clean. She didn't have tatoos so she appealed to a wide variety of men and women.

Abortions were not easy to come by in those days. She couldn't imagine having a back-alley procedure. The story was very sketchy after that. Somehow, she ended up in Havana, Cuba before the revolution. She had a Cuban boyfriend who apparently had taken up with her. After the baby girl was born, she recovered from her pregnancy and began working as a cocktail waitress in the mob-owned casinos. The Cuban boyfriend's mother took care of the baby while Lesa worked. The baby had a light shade of hair and the blue eyes of her mother. She was quite an anomaly. Mocha skin and blue eyes.

Lesa had other children by her boyfriend. After the revolution, things changed dramatically. She didn't think of going back to the United States even though she was a citizen. She and the boyfriend stayed together and worked in the cooperatives making a modest living. The daughter, Abigail, grew up in relative comfort. When Abagail was a teenager, she had morphed into a quite pretty girl. She had some blonde in her hair that outlined her mocha features. Her mother protected her, knowing what could happen to young girls. Abbi was educated in the Cuban schools and was good at books and athletics. She played soccer at school.

After her eighteenth birthday, she was playing in a semi pro women's soccer league. She had a full-time job and played in the evenings and weekends. That is how she met Emilio's father. He was a tall black soccer player. He noticed the nubile eighteen-year-old on a soccer field and was enamored with her athletic skill but more so her physical attributes. She was 5'-6" tall. She had her mother's full ass and larger breasts. Sports bras were not easy to come by in Cuba at that time and her breasts swayed when she ran and kicked.

One evening, Abbi saw the admiring black man waiting for her after a hard practice. He introduced himself and complimented her on her skill. She was taken with him after a few visits like that and eventually moved in with him. In three months' time she was pregnant with a boy. As the pregnancy evolved, the father became less enamored with Abbi and moved on to other groupies. Cuban soccer players were notorious for their philandering as with many athletes worldwide.

By the time that Abbi delivered the baby, Emilio, the baby daddy had moved on. She moved back in with her mother and her boyfriend so she could return to work. Grandmother, Lesa, kept baby Emilio when Abbi was working or out. Abbi eventually married a Latin Cuban man who held a government position. The man, however resented Emilio almost from the start. He matured early and was a hearty 6'-2". Still skinny by American standards, he was strong and could outdo mature men.

When Emilio was sixteen, he got work on a fishing boat. While he was a virgin, he heard stories about the other fishermen's exploits. On the trips into the Gulf, he met men who had relatives in Florida and Mississippi. They talked about going to the US but most had families in Cuba. They could not escape and hope to get their families out also.

It took some time but Emilio learned about a world away from Cuba. When he expressed his desire to escape to the US, a close friend aboard the boat offered to help him. He also warned Emilio that he needed to keep his desire a secret. His coworkers could get rewarded for turning him in to the Cuban authorities. By then he was eighteen years old but still a virgin. He had some light streaks in his hair and blue eyes like his grandmother and mother.

Not only did he manage the escape with the help of friends and relatives of friends, he got work on a fishing boat out of Gulfport. While the work was the same, the sense of freedom was wonderful to him. He missed his mother but she knew that he was unhappy in Cuba due to the strained family relationship. He was nineteen at the time and learned to fit in with the other boatmates.

This could have been his lot in life but for another unrelated chain of events.

One day at dockside, the crew was drenched from a sudden and severe rainstorm. They sought cover and stripped naked to dry off and change into their stowed clothing. The crew were mostly Hispanic but not all. At that moment the chain of events started. The fellow fishermen were all cold and their penises were drawn up as one might expect. As Emilio began to put on his spare briefs, one of the guys saw his enormous cock. Even in the bone chilling rain, his cock was magnificent. From that time on, the crew either called him 'El Grande' or 'El Hefe'. Even the captain began calling him by one of those names. He wasn't embarrassed. He knew his cock was massive. In fact, when warm and erect, it was fourteen inches long and as thick as a man's wrist.

As always, there are no secrets in the workplace. When dockside, the crew frequented bars quite often. Emilio didn't like for them to refer to his huge cock. He had filled out and the bars the men frequented didn't exactly adhere to the age limits of alcohol consumption. Anyway, Emilio was tall and weighed 230# by that time. As his reputation grew, the boat friends set him up with some female companionship occasionally. More than once, the female, when seeing his huge black cock, refused to have intercourse fearing for their safety. They satisfied him either manually or orally. He did have some encounters with some older women who were able to take his girth if not his full length.

In Gulfport, MS, Brendan Hoyt had a thriving real estate business. His father had started the business years ago. Brendan went to college at LSU and majored in management and economics. Then, he got his real estate license. He was smart and paid attention to his dad. His father felt comfortable retiring early but kept a presence somewhat. The firm had offices from New Orleans to Pensacola, Florida.

Brendan worked hard but entertained customers regularly. He played golf, pickleball, fished and was active in nightlife. At that time, he hadn't gotten married. He was rich and a very eligible bachelor. He had a number of girlfriends but nothing serious. The girls, usually, when they figured out that he was not husband material, would move on to other arrangements. Those that stuck around too long were subject to a gentlemanly reminder that he didn't want a long-term relationship.

He had friends his age from a variety of backgrounds. One of his friends was in the insurance business and insured numerous fleets of boats. One of the boats was the one that Emilio worked on. This friend was a hands-on kind of guy and paid careful attention to his clients. Once, he was on the dock when Emilio's boat came in. The owner of the fleet was there and talked to the captain about safety and other things. During the course of the conversation, the captain asked Emilio to bring up some extra life preservers.

The insurance agent was impressed with the provisions on the boat and was casually chatting with the captain when he thanked Emilio. He called him El Grande. The captain shared that this guy had a cock like a horse. He wondered how long Emilio might still work on the boat and said that he was a hard worker. It was casual conversation and the captain just kept talking about Emilio's cock. The insurance agent left and went about his business.

One day while Brendan and the insurance guy were playing golf, the agent mentioned the conversation he had with the boat captain. Brendan asked how big the guy's cock was. The agent said he didn't know but it must be really big to warrant the name El Grande. This conversation would have probably faded into history except that Brendan was a fan of old movies. He thought of the movie Godfather II where they characters were at an adult show in Cuba. There were two beautiful women with a young looking girl in a white chemise. There was a rope around her back and looped loosely around her forearms. It was to give the appearance of a captured young lady. The ropes were a prop and the girl could have easily escaped.

The scene went on when another two beautiful women came out with a large man in a cape. Fredo, the weak brother in the Godfather movies, mentioned to the group that this guy was called Superman. He turned his back to the camera and the women loosened the robe and let it fall. The movie didn't show the actor's cock but the scene was highly erotic.

Brendan loved the movie and especially the scene. When he heard about the Cuban with the huge cock, he thought of the scene. A little nugget formed in his brain. He went about his round of golf with the insurance agent and almost forgot the conversation.

That evening, he was home alone for a change and watched his copy of the movie again. The idea churned in his head about putting together a show like that. He knew he ran the risk of being apprehended for such a show but the erotic scene played over and over in his mind. That night he woke up with a hard on and even masturbated thinking of the erotic scene. This kept playing in his head for weeks until he saw the insurance agent again. They were what you could call 'birds of a feather' when it came to sexual relations with women. Brendan first broached the topic with his friend at that time. They laughed and made 'make believe' plans on where to produce the show and how to attract paying customers.

Weeks went on and Brendan couldn't shake the idea. He bet there were enough potential customers on the gulf coast for him to produce this show and still keep it out of the mainstream. Later, he had more than a casual conversation with the agent, Larry Johnson. Larry first laughed at the idea for real but soon realized that Brendan was serious.

Brendan talked Larry into making overtures to the boat captain and hopefully Emilio. By this time, Larry was also intrigued by the idea. He made it a point to see the owner of the fleet. He took him to dinner and then to a high-class strip joint. During the course of the evening, Larry plied the owner with liquor just enough to get him relaxed. He mentioned that the place was full of men with apparently plenty of money to spend on the strippers. Larry asked the fleet owner if he thought a place that appealed to women also would be a good idea.

The fleet owner replied that he didn't see why not and in fact there were some male strip clubs around. Larry told him that he was more interested in a place geared toward couples as well as single men. Even single ladies were a good marketing target. He asked the fleet owner about his relationship with local law enforcement, specifically if he made certain contributions to lawmen who might otherwise be interested in the immigration status of his crews. The owner was surprised by the question and wondered if Larry had legitimate insurance concerns.

Larry assured him that he was only interested in adult entertainment. Already loosened up by the alcohol, the fleet owner settled down and listened to what Larry had to say. Larry reminded him that he was on the boat when the captain referred to Emilio's big cock. The owner laughed and said that, yes, that was always a topic when he visited Emilio's boat. Eventually, Larry got the owner to agree to take him to talk to Emilio when the boat was in dock. He assured the fleet owner that he was not gay and had a business interest in a guy with that big of a cock.

The initial conversation with Emilio went well. In fact, Emilio was intrigued with the idea of getting off the boat. He was still afraid of being caught out in the gulf with the possibility of being discovered by either US or Cuban authorities. It was a not a very real possibility that Cuban coast guard would catch him in internation waters but he still worried.

Over the next couple of weeks, Larry and Brendan worked out a plan. Emilio would come to work for Brendan in the real estate business. Brendan knew a landowner who had an old auction barn on his land. He raised horses but did not use the auction barn for its original purpose. Brendan worked out a deal to do some improvements on the barn. There were already rudimentary bleachers in the building. It wasn't shabby; maybe rustic was a better word. Brendan and Emilio made the necessary improvements with the help of a contractor who wasn't privileged to know what the building was going to be used for.

Brendan knew several sheriff's deputies in the area. These were not well-paid positions and the deputies always had to work second and maybe third jobs to get some extra money. He worked out a deal with two deputies and paid them about twice what they would usually make for a security detail. He told them he would call them with his scheduling.

Then Brendan had to work on the young ladies who would be the 'frightened virgins'. Strippers worked well in those roles. He hired some of the waitresses in bars to be the supposed captors of the virgins. Brendan already knew the perfect lead actress. Sheri was a five-foot-tall dynamo. She had B cup breasts and a very nice ass. She looked like the girl next door but she was anything but. She didn't have a steady live-in boyfriend and was game when Brendan explained the plot of the show.

In fact, when presented the facts, Sheri said, "So all I have to do is be led out to a bed in the middle of a small arena and have sex with a black guy?"

"That's about it." Brendan assured her. "Except this black man has the biggest cock anyone has ever seen."

Shari's eyes lit up as she assured him that she already loved big black cocks. He advised her that this one would be largest she had ever seen. That was set. Then, he had to go about discreet advertising. Shari herself would make overtures to some strip joint customers. Initially, Brendan was going to charge $200.00 for the show. Later, he would gauge the interest and adjust the rate. He hoped that word of mouth would sell out future shows while needing to keep the whole venture under the radar. He didn't have a liquor license and didn't want to run the risk of selling alcohol without it. He decided to offer cups, ice and soft drinks. The customers could BYOB to start.

He contacted a seamstress for the costumes. Emilio would have a scarlet robe with white and red dotted collar. It would wrap around him until the unveiling to the audience. The ladies' costumes were mostly white togas. Brendan thought it would be a nice touch for the virgin-like character to bleed after Emilio impaled her with his huge cock. He managed to make a concoction of water and cherry Jello and freeze it. Shari would insert it into her vagina just before being led to the stage. He was going to try it a the first dress rehearsal.