Marcus spotted him across the bar, a tall, thick-built brother with dark skin that gleamed under the low lights. Broad shoulders, heavy arms, and an ass that filled out his jeans just right. Marcus downed his drink and walked straight over.
"You looking or you wanting?" Marcus asked, voice low and rough.
The man, who said his name was Darius, grinned and grabbed Marcus by the belt. "Both. You got a place?"
They didn't make it to anyone's place. Darius knew the bar owner and pulled Marcus into the storage room in the back. The door clicked shut and Darius shoved him against a stack of crates.
"Strip," Darius ordered.
Marcus yanked his shirt off, then dropped his pants. His thick black cock hung heavy and already half-hard. Darius stared, licked his lips, and pulled his own shirt over his head. His chest was solid, nipples dark, and a trail of hair led down to a fat bulge in his jeans.
Darius freed his dick. It was long, veined, and darker than the rest of him, the head already slick. He stepped close and rubbed their cocks together, both of them swelling fast.
"Suck it," Darius said, pushing Marcus down to his knees.
Marcus opened wide and took the head in his mouth. He sucked hard, tongue working the underside while Darius groaned and thrust deeper. Spit ran down Marcus's chin as he took more, gagging when Darius grabbed his head and fucked his throat.
"Fuck yeah, that mouth is wet. Take that black dick."
Marcus pulled off, strings of spit connecting his lips to the shaft, then licked down to Darius's heavy balls. He sucked one, then the other, while stroking the cock above him.
Darius hauled him up, spun him around, and bent him over the crates. He spread Marcus's ass cheeks and spat right on his hole.
"Look at that pretty ass. Gonna wreck it."
He pushed two fingers in dry at first, then worked them in and out until Marcus pushed back. Darius added spit and a third finger, stretching him open. Marcus's cock leaked onto the floor.
"Put it in," Marcus growled. "Fuck me with that big dick."
Darius lined up and shoved halfway in one thrust. Marcus grunted, hole burning around the thick shaft. Darius didn't wait. He pulled back and slammed in again, burying every inch until his balls slapped Marcus's ass.
They fucked hard and fast. Skin slapped loud in the small room. Darius gripped Marcus's hips and pounded, each thrust making Marcus's cock swing and drip. Sweat ran down both their bodies, mixing on dark skin.
"Take it, take that dick," Darius snarled, speeding up. He reached around and stroked Marcus's cock in time with his thrusts.
Marcus pushed back, meeting every stroke. "Harder. Fuck me like you mean it."
Darius pulled out, flipped Marcus onto his back on the crates, and shoved back in. He hooked Marcus's legs over his shoulders and drilled down, hitting deep. Marcus's hole clenched around him, milking every inch.
They kept going until Darius's rhythm broke. He slammed in one last time and unloaded, thick pulses of cum flooding Marcus's ass. Marcus jerked himself fast and shot across his own stomach, ropes of cum hitting his chest.
Darius stayed inside until he softened, then pulled out slow. Cum leaked from Marcus's stretched hole. They caught their breath, grinning at each other.
"Round two at my place," Darius said, already pulling his pants up. "I ain't done with that ass."
Marcus wiped himself off with his shirt and followed him out. The night was just getting started.
