Marcus shoved the door shut behind them, the heavy click of the lock echoing in the dim storage room behind the bar. Jamal stood there, broad shoulders filling out his tight black tee, sweat still glistening on his dark skin from the dance floor. Marcus didnt waste time with words. He grabbed Jamal by the waistband of his jeans and yanked him close, their lips crashing together hard.
Been watching that ass all night, Marcus growled against his mouth. Gonna fuck it raw.
Jamals hands were already on Marcuss belt, fingers working fast to free the thick cock that was already half-hard and heavy. He dropped to his knees on the concrete floor without hesitation. Then feed it to me first.
Marcus shoved his jeans down just enough. His dick sprang out, veined, dark, and thick, the head already slick. Jamal wrapped his lips around it and sucked deep, no teasing, just wet, hungry pulls. Spit ran down his chin as he took more, gagging when Marcus thrust forward and buried it in his throat. Marcus held the back of his head and fucked his mouth in short, rough strokes, balls slapping against Jamals chin.
Fuck yeah, choke on that dick, Marcus said, voice low and filthy. Get it sloppy so it slides right up your tight hole.
Jamal pulled off with a wet pop, strings of spit connecting his lips to the shiny shaft. He stood, turned around, and shoved his own jeans down to his thighs. His ass was round, firm, the skin dark and smooth. He bent over a stack of crates, spreading his cheeks with both hands.
Marcus spat in his palm, rubbed it over his cock, and lined up. No slow pushjust one steady thrust that buried half his length in Jamals ass. Jamal grunted, body jerking forward. Marcus didnt stop. He pulled back and drove in again, deeper, until his hips met Jamals ass and his balls pressed against him.
Shit, youre tight, Marcus hissed. He gripped Jamals hips and started pounding, the sound of skin slapping skin loud in the small room. Each thrust shoved Jamal forward, the crates scraping. Marcus reached around and grabbed Jamals thick cock, stroking it in time with his thrusts.
Harder, Jamal demanded. Fuck me like you mean it.
Marcus slammed in harder, the pace brutal and steady. Sweat dripped from his forehead onto Jamals back. He pulled almost all the way out, then snapped his hips forward, burying every inch. Jamals hole clenched around him, hot and slick. Marcus spat again, letting it run down the crack to ease the slide even more.
He pulled out suddenly, spun Jamal around, and lifted him onto the edge of a table. Jamals legs wrapped around Marcuss waist. Marcus shoved back inside in one motion, fucking upward now, the new angle making Jamals cock leak onto his own stomach. Marcus leaned in and bit at Jamals neck while he drove in deep, short strokes that punched the air out of both of them.
Gonna breed this ass, Marcus muttered. Fill you up till it leaks out.
Jamals hand worked his own cock fast. Do it. Nut in me.
Marcuss rhythm faltered. His thrusts turned short and desperate. He buried himself to the root and stayed there, cock pulsing as he shot thick ropes deep inside Jamals hole. Jamal came right after, stripes of cum splattering across his own abs and Marcuss shirt.
They stayed locked together, breathing hard. Marcus pulled out slow, watching his load drip from Jamals stretched hole. He pushed two fingers back inside, working the cum around, then brought them to Jamals mouth. Jamal sucked them clean without hesitation.
Marcus grinned, already half-hard again.
Were not done. Turn around.
