I walked into the bar already hard, knowing what I wanted. The guy at the end of the counter was big, dark-skinned, shoulders wide under a tight black tank. His name was Marcus. He bought me a drink, looked me over like he could smell the need on me, and said, You looking for a real cock tonight?
We didnt waste time. His apartment was two blocks away. The second the door shut he shoved me against it, mouth rough on mine, one big hand grabbing my ass hard. Strip, he ordered. I peeled everything off while he watched, thick bulge already pushing at his jeans.
When he dropped his pants his cock swung out heavy and black, veined, the head fat and shiny. Nine inches easy, thick as my wrist. On your knees, he said. I dropped and opened my mouth. He fed it to me slow at first, then deeper, hips rocking, that fat head stretching my throat until I gagged and spit ran down my chin. Thats it, take that black cock, he growled, both hands on my head, fucking my face in steady strokes.
He pulled out, spun me around, bent me over the arm of his couch. No lube at first, just spit on his fingers, two of them working into my hole while he stroked that monster dick. You want this raw? he asked. I nodded, voice gone. He lined up and pushed. The stretch burned, then gave way, inch after thick inch sliding inside until his balls pressed against me. I moaned like a whore.
Marcus fucked like he meant it. Long, hard strokes that made my whole body jolt. Every time he bottomed out I felt it in my guts. He grabbed my hips, pulled me back onto him, skin slapping loud. Take that black cock, boy. Open up for it. I pushed back, greedy, hole clenching around him. He reached under, jerked my dick in time with his thrusts until I was dripping onto the floor.
He flipped me onto my back on the couch, legs over his shoulders, and drove in deeper. Sweat dripped from his chest onto mine. His cock looked obscene sliding in and out, shiny with spit and my own slick. He leaned down, bit my neck, and started pounding faster, balls slapping. Gonna flood that hole, he grunted.
I begged for it, voice hoarse.
When he came he buried himself to the root and stayed there, pulsing thick ropes deep inside me. I felt every throb. He kept stroking my cock and I shot hard, cum hitting my own chest while his dick still twitched in my ass.
He pulled out slow, watched his load leak out of me, then pushed two fingers back in, fucking it deeper. Round two in ten minutes, he said, already half-hard again. I just nodded, hole aching, already hungry for more of that black cock.
