Marcus spotted the white guy the second he walked into the gym late that night. Tall, lean, blond hair messy from the rain, wearing tight shorts that hugged his round ass. Marcus was already pumped from his workout, his dark skin glistening, his thick cock half-hard in his shorts just from the sight. He didnt waste time. Walked right over while the guy was on the bench press and said, You need a spot, or you just here to show off that ass?
The white guy, named Tyler, grinned up at him. Spot me. Then maybe Ill let you do more than spot.
They didnt make it through the full set. Marcuss big hands gripped the bar, but his eyes stayed on Tylers crotch. After two reps Tyler sat up, breathing hard, and muttered, Locker room. Now.
The place was empty that hour. Marcus shoved Tyler into the last stall, kicked the door shut, and yanked his own shorts down. His cock sprang out, heavy, veined, and black as night, already leaking at the tip. Tyler stared, then dropped to his knees without a word and swallowed the head. Marcus groaned low and grabbed a fistful of blond hair. Thats it, white boy. Suck that big black dick like you mean it.
Tyler worked fast, sloppy, spit running down the shaft as he tried to take more. Marcus thrust his hips, feeding inch after inch until Tyler gagged and pulled back, strings of saliva connecting his lips to the cock. Fuck, its huge, Tyler said, voice hoarse.
Turn around. Marcus didnt ask. He spun Tyler, yanked those tight shorts down to his ankles, and spread the pale cheeks. Tylers hole was pink and tight. Marcus spit on it, rubbed the thick head of his cock against the entrance, and pushed. No lube, just spit and determination. Tyler hissed but pushed back, taking the first few inches with a low moan.
Marcus didnt go slow. He buried the rest in one hard thrust, balls slapping Tylers ass. Tylers hands slapped the tile wall. Shitfuck me, he begged.
Marcus did. He gripped Tylers hips and pounded, the wet sound of skin on skin echoing in the empty locker room. Every thrust made Tylers ass ripple. Marcus watched his dark cock disappear into that white hole over and over, stretching it wide. Take every inch, slut. You came here looking for this.
Tyler reached down and stroked his own cock in time with the thrusts. Marcus slapped his hand away. No. You come on my dick or not at all. He reached around, grabbed Tylers balls, and squeezed just enough to make him whimper.
They fucked hard and fast, Marcus changing angles until he hit the spot that made Tylers legs shake. Sweat dripped off both of them. Marcus leaned in, bit the back of Tylers neck, and growled, Gonna fill this tight white ass up. You want that load?
Yesbreed me, Tyler gasped.
Marcus slammed in deep and stayed there, pulsing thick ropes of cum straight into Tylers guts. He kept grinding, pushing it deeper while Tyler clenched around him. Only when he pulled out did cum start to leak down Tylers thighs.
They werent done. Marcus turned Tyler around, dropped to his knees, and sucked Tylers cock into his mouth. He tasted clean and desperate. Marcus worked him with tongue and throat until Tylers hips bucked and he shot down Marcuss throat. Marcus swallowed every drop, then stood and kissed him, sharing the taste.
Later, back at Marcuss place, they went again. Tyler on his back this time, legs spread wide, taking the same thick cock while Marcus held his ankles and fucked him slow and deep until both of them were shaking. Cum leaked out around the shaft with every thrust. They finished with Tyler riding, Marcuss hands on his waist guiding him up and down until another load pumped into him.
By morning Tylers hole was sore, puffy, and still leaking. Marcus watched him dress, slapped his ass one last time, and said, Come back tomorrow night. I got more stories to tell you with my dick.
Tyler just grinned and walked out bow-legged, already knowing hed be back.
