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Bruce in Maine
The Village People had just released their soon-to-be hit YMCA,
feminism was pro-sex, the Dodge Dart Swinger was the car to drive,
Disco played everywhere, even in the small towns in Northern Maine,
one of which was mine. Early seventies... I was 21 there and then. She
was 27. He was 18. Sue and I had been married for three years. She was
a black woman of 5'11", 123 pounds, long, straightened hair and
absolute beauty in body, face and walk. I was 5'6", well shorter than
Sue, and so white from the genes of my Scandinavian parents and the
Northern Maine climate that people used to say to me, even in that
bitter zone, that I should "get some sun."
Despite the Northern location of our home, the people of the small
Maine town never really accepted the union between Sue and me. "Jim,
why?" the two words usually offered to me by the town's people,
regarding my marriage to the black woman. "Why not?" my was my typical
response. Then came Bruce, a 6'4" hulk of a black guy who moved to our
town when the company employing his foster father opened an office in
the area. The only black guy in town moved in right next door to the
only black woman in the same town. Next door to Sue and me. Bruce, at
18, was sexually primed for action--every guy that age is. But where
to find the action in that prejudiced, closed town? Next door, of
course. With us.
"You know, a guy Bruce's age really needs relief, needs to find sexual
satisfaction," Sue said to me. "And you know what this place is for a
black person, especially a man." We agreed, Sue and me: Bruce would
fuck her whenever he wished. And I would watch. The black cock of
Bruce was longer and wider than mine. I watched as his massive rod
slid in and out of the cunt of my wife, she flat on her back on the
rug of our living room floor, her legs spread wide and held high by
the strong arms of Bruce. His cock was shiny from the juice of my
wife's pleasure. His ass, firm, pleasant to watch, as it went up and
down in sync. with the thrusts of his cock into my wife. I watched
Sue's face as the cock slammed deep inside her: Her eyes were half
closed, head rolling side-to-side, her lips in a tight smile. She
moaned softly.
She LOVED this fucking she was getting. I looked to Bruce: I noticed
that his cock seemed strangely attractive to me. I envied Sue, the
fucking she was getting from Bruce! I liked the dark color of his cock
as it exited Sue's cunt, the way it shined with pleasure, the length
and width of it is so fascinated me that I asked Sue, "Doesn't it feel
GREAT in you?" She only moaned back at me, though. Bruce had his head
turned towards me, I then saw. He was looking straight into my eyes as
he fucked my wife, a strange smile on his face. "Why does he look at
me while fucking Sue?" I wondered.
Because he wants to fuck me, I found out a short time later. Sue,
leaving to do some shopping after the great fucking she got, said to
Bruce and me, "Why don't you guys get better acquainted?" Bruce was
sitting on the sofa, still naked, his legs spread wide, his cock,
though flaccid then, still at least six inches long. I stared at his
cock, the way it hung straight, its uncircumcised head touching the
sofa. His balls were huge. His legs, powerful and beautiful. He was a
black Greek god, I thought to myself. I couldn't take my eyes away
from his cock for long, though. "You like it?" Bruce finally said to
me, noticing me continuing to stare at his cock. "My cock, I mean?" It
took me sometime to answer, never having said such a thing before,
but, finally, I said, "Yes, I like it." "Come sit next to it than, "
Bruce said. I sat on the sofa next to him. "Feel it," he said to me. I
grasped his cock with my right hand, massaging at it slightly. The
cock harden almost at once. I stroked at it some more. It grew to its
full ten inches. "Wouldn't you like to taste it?" Bruce said to me in
a commanding but understanding voice.
"I've never had a man's cock in my hand before," I said to Bruce while
still staring at the cock, massaging it with my right hand. I noticed
how pale my Anglo hand seemed as it encircled the black cock. "I love
touching it. Yes, I WANT to taste it, though." Bruce, smiling but
saying nothing, took his left hand, guided my head down to his cock. I
opened my mouth as wide as possible to receive the black cock. Bruce
slid his cock into my mouth. I closed my lips over it and licked at
the head of the cock with my tongue. Only about four inches of cock
was in my mouth but it felt like much more. I knelt on the floor in
front of Bruce, as if worshipping his cock; he slid forward on the
coach. I began moving my head up and down on the cock, trying to
imitate what little I knew of the proper way to suck a man's cock.
"Use your lips, your tongue on it; not your teeth," Bruce informed me.
I closed my lips tighter on his cock, making sure not to allow my
teeth to connect with, to harm his beautiful black rod, and licked the
four inches of it that was in my mouth. With my left hand holding his
balls, my right hand around the base of the cock's shaft, I managed to
get another two inches of him into my mouth. I pumped my head at a
rapid pace then. Six inches of young black cock slid down my throat
and fed this new need of mine. I LOVED this. The taste of the cock,
the color and shape of it. I stuffed more of the cock in me, pumped my
face into it.
"Ahhhh, that's better," said Bruce. He pushed me back, away from the
sofa. His cock was still in my mouth as he then stood up. I was
kneeling before this beautiful black man as he stood up, his cock
still deep inside my mouth. I was glad that I had not lost the taste
of him for even that brief moment. Bruce began pumping into me then,
ramming his cock further down my throat. Grabbing, pulling forward on
my head with each stroke of his cock into my mouth. I managed to get
almost all of him in my mouth then. I put both my arms around his ass
and pulled him into me even further. I was amazed that I could suck
nine inches of cock without gagging. Kneeling before this black man,
his cock feeding me with rapid thrusts, my arms around his ass, I
realized that this was not destined to be a one-time thing.
The face fucking of me by Bruce must have gone on for at least 15
minutes before I tasted my first male cum. "Ohhhhh," was the only
noise Bruce made before his cock exploded inside my mouth. Each stroke
of his cock pumped whiteness into my mouth. Twenty, thirty cum-pumping
strokes of his cock fed me with what felt like a half-cup of cum. The
TASTE!! I never though a man's cum could be so wonderful!! Strong,
salty but with the unmistakable flavor of pure maleness!! Some of the
cum, despite my valiant attempts to swallow all of it, dribbled out of
the corners of my mouth, down my chin. "What would Sue think of me?" I
wondered, "If she came home right now and saw me kneeling in front of
this black man, him standing, my arms around his ass, pulling him into
my face, his cock pumping cum into my mouth?" Would she understand if
she came home right at this moment and saw me on my knees before
Bruce, his cum oozing out of the corners of my mouth?
Bruce disrupted that thought of mine by saying, "OK, that works for
now." He then slid his cock out of my mouth. I noticed that his cock,
at that point out of me and about a foot from my mouth, was still
oozing a little cum. I reached over and squeezed the length of the
cock, from base of shaft to its head. A bit more cum was forced out. I
crawled forward and licked the cum off the head of his cock. "You like
cock now, don't you?" Bruce questioned me, as I remained on my knees
in front of him. "No," I said. "I LOVE cock now!!!" Bruce laughed.
"First time?" "Yes, first time," I responded. "Then let me show you
something else you can do." Bruce stepped forward, pushed me down. I
realized he wanted me on my back on the floor. I complied. He placed
his legs wide on either side of my head, got to his knees, lowered
himself to my face. His large balls dangled only inches above my
mouth. "Put them in your mouth, suck on them--carefully. Taste the
sweat there. Lick that sweat off."
I raised my head slightly; his balls were so big that one alone filled
my mouth. I licked--very carefully--at each, my tongue, indeed,
tasting the sweet sweat there. This male sweat from his balls was
another pleasure I was not expecting. I licked and sucked at his balls
for over ten more minutes. "Now what would Sue think," I wondered
again, still licking and sucking, "if she walked in right now and saw
me on the floor, Bruce straddling my face, dipping his huge balls into
my mouth, one at a time, me licking, sucking, swallowing the sweat off
them, sweat produced by his earlier face-fucking of me?"
I wouldn't care WHAT she thought, I finally decided. I wouldn't even
stop the action for her. I would just go on licking and sucking.
Nothing could top or stop this now. By then, though, Bruce was
satisfied that I had thoroughly cleaned his balls with my tongue.
"That's enough for now," he said to me as he stood up. "You can get
off the floor." I got up and sat on the sofa. Bruce sat next to me,
preferring to remain naked. We talked for about an hour, Bruce
explaining to me that he liked to fuck men as much as he does women
but does not "reciprocate," as far as men go. "I enjoy plugging a
man's mouth--especially white men--with my cock but don't take cock
myself," Bruce said to me, he still on the sofa and naked, me still
fully dressed. "I like it when the men worship my body like you have,
too--the sucking, licking of a pink tongue on my black balls and
cock."
He speaking in that way caused my own puny-and-ugly-when-compared-to-
his cock to nearly burst through my pants. It was harder then than it
was when his cock was in my mouth. I ignored the pressure in my pants,
though. I knew it was there only as a sign that Bruce should be as
satisfied as possible by my tongue. My cock was telling me that my
tongue had more work to do. I bent over and started licking Bruce
between his legs, holding his balls away from the area of his legs
that they rested on so I could taste more of him there. The taste of
him there was different than the taste of his cock, cum or balls. A
new but different male taste thrilled my tongue. I continued licking
at him there while he went on explaining how he enjoyed pumping his
cum into a white man's mouth; how he preferred fucking black women
over white women.
His cock was soon getting hard again, whether from my tongue working
between his legs or the one-sided conversation he held that spoke of
his preference for a white man's mouth and a black woman's cunt, not
really of concern to me at the time. I was only happy that his
beautiful dark rod was hard again. "Stand," he finally said to me, his
cock then at full staff again. I got to my feet. Bruce stood too,
facing, towering over me, his cock sticking straight out. He started
rubbing his hands up and down my ass. An electric thrill traveled down
my ass, right into my own cock. I realized Bruce's hands feeling up my
ass was a new pleasure. Strong, big, dark hands...grabbing my white
ass--hard. It felt so GOOD!!!
"Are you a cherry there, too?" he asked me, referring to my ass.
"Yes," I replied. "I've never been fucked in the ass, either." "We'll
take care of that problem." Bruce unbuckled my belt, dropping my pants
to the floor. "Over there," he said, pointing at our kitchen table. I
stepped out of my pants, walked over to the table, dropped my
underwear, kicked them away. "Lean over the table, spread your legs
wide," Bruce instructed me. The left side of my face was flat against
the table, my legs wide, my small, tight white ass bare and waiting
impatiently for his long, dark cock. "Relax, " Bruce said to me. "And
my cock will be an easier fit...and you'll enjoy it even more." It was
painful at first, when Bruce first slid his cock up my ass. I enjoyed
the feel of the cock in me so much that the pain was a minor
complication. It felt warm, so warm, that cock in my ass. "That's
about half of me in you. Think you can take it all?" Bruce questioned
me. "Please," I begged him, "fuck me with ALL of your cock. Drive it
ALL up my ass." "OK," Bruce said, understanding my need. He began
ramming his whole cock right up my ass, holding on to my hips for
leverage. I was gripping the far side of the table, enjoying every bit
of the cock in me even through the extreme pain it caused each time it
was forced completely up my little, white, cherry ass. I was proud,
though, that that first time I'd ever had a man's cock in my ass that
I could take all of it. It felt so WONDERFUL to have my ass filled by
that cock...
I could see the clock on the wall from my position. It had been going
on for over 15 minutes now, this ass fucking of me. Bruce fucked me
slow for a few minutes, then sped up, ramming his cock into me with
such force that I was pushed forward over the table. No pain, anymore,
though; just pleasure as the cock seemed to reach almost to my belly.
This time Sue really DID walk in on us. I was bent over the table,
taking all of Bruce's cock up my ass as she entered the kitchen. Sue,
in her red mini, standing there to my right so I could clearly see
her, had no expression on her face, at first. Bruce continued to fuck
me; I was thrusting my ass backwards to encourage him to not stop.
"I guess we CAN share him," Sue finally said to me, obviously
referring to Bruce. Sue smiled at me then, saying "He's only 18; he
can satisfy both of us. I didn't know you LIKED cock, though, Jim." "I
LOVE cock now," I managed to say. Bruce was still ramming his cock up
my ass, me thrusting my little ass backwards in an attempt to get more
of him inside me. "I like seeing you take it, too," Sue replied. "It
turns me on, seeing that cock slide in and out of my husband's ass."
"I sucked him off, too...licked his balls-everything," I admitted to
Sue. Bruce began pumping his cock really fast up my ass then. My
conversation with Sue had primed him for a climax far up inside me.
"Ah. Ah. Ah. Ah," the only words from Bruce as he started pumping a
load of cum far up my ass, as Sue watched, immensely enjoying the
whole event. My ass sore from Bruce's cock, the taste of his cum still
in my mouth, the scent of his balls still fresh to me, the warmth of
his cum still felt deep, up inside me... The sight of Sue approving
and watching me get fucked by the cock of Bruce...
Far away, long ago, now...but still yesterday in my mind. Prejudice is
less, these days, up there in Maine and elsewhere. But for me, the
pleasure will likely never be more...
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