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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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