Marcus slammed the door behind him, sweat still dripping from his bare chest after the late-night gym session. At 28, his thick black body was all muscle and heat, and the sight of his younger brother Jamal sprawled on the couch in nothing but boxers made his cock twitch hard. Jamal was 25, same deep brown skin, same full lips, but right now he looked up with that hungry look they both knew too well.
"You been thinking about this all day, little bro?" Marcus growled, dropping his shorts to free his heavy black dick. It hung thick and already half-hard, veins pulsing.
Jamal licked his lips and spread his legs wider. "Fuck yeah. Been waiting for you to come home and wreck my ass like you did last week. Get over here and give me that dick."
Marcus crossed the room in two strides, grabbing Jamal by the back of the neck and pulling him into a rough kiss. Tongues slid hot and wet, teeth nipping. He shoved Jamal down onto his knees on the floor. "Suck it. Get my cock sloppy for that tight hole."
Jamal opened wide and took the head in, sucking hard. Marcus groaned low, pushing deeper until his shaft stretched Jamal's lips. Saliva ran down the length as Jamal bobbed fast, gagging when the fat tip hit his throat. "That's it, choke on big brother's meat," Marcus muttered, hips snapping forward. He fucked Jamal's face in short, dirty thrusts, balls slapping the chin.
After a minute Marcus yanked him up, spun him around, and bent him over the couch arm. He ripped the boxers down and slapped both ass cheeks hard, watching the dark skin jiggle. "Look at this fat black ass. All mine." He spat on his fingers and shoved two inside, working them deep and fast. Jamal moaned and pushed back, hole clenching.
"More, Marcus. Finger that pussy open." Jamal reached back and spread his cheeks wider. Marcus added a third finger, twisting and scissoring, stretching the tight ring until it was slick and ready. Pre-cum leaked from his own cock onto the floor.
Marcus pulled his fingers free, lined up, and pushed the fat head against the hole. He didn't ease in slow. One hard thrust buried half his length. Jamal shouted, half pain, half pleasure. "Fuck! Yeah, breed me with that dick." Marcus gripped the hips and slammed the rest of the way in, balls deep. The heat and squeeze around his shaft made him curse.
He started pounding right away, raw and relentless. Skin slapped loud and wet in the quiet apartment. Every thrust bottomed out, Marcus's heavy balls swinging against Jamal's taint. "Take it, little brother. Take every inch of this black cock." Jamal reached under himself and stroked his own dick in time with the brutal rhythm, moaning filthy encouragement.
Marcus leaned over, chest to back, biting the shoulder as he rutted harder. Sweat slicked their bodies together. He reached around and pinched Jamal's nipples, twisting them while his cock drilled the prostate on every stroke. Jamal's hole fluttered and sucked at him, greedy for more.
They switched positions fast. Marcus sat on the couch and pulled Jamal onto his lap, facing away. Jamal sank down on the thick shaft again, riding it reverse, ass bouncing. Marcus slapped the cheeks red and thrust up to meet every drop. "Ride that dick. Show me how bad you want your brother's cum."
Jamal worked his hips in circles, grinding deep, then bouncing hard.
His own cock slapped against his stomach, leaking steadily. Marcus reached around and jerked him in rough strokes. "Gonna fill you up, bro. Pump that load straight into your guts."
The pace turned frantic. Marcus stood, lifting Jamal with him, and fucked him standing, holding him under the thighs. Jamal's legs shook as the cock pounded up into him without mercy. Every thrust forced a broken moan out of him. "Don't stop. Fuck me harder. Make me your cumdump."
Marcus dropped him back onto the couch on all fours and mounted him again, pounding with short, savage strokes. His balls drew up tight. With a guttural groan he buried himself to the root and unloaded, thick ropes of cum flooding Jamal's hole. Jamal clenched around him, milking every spurt, then shot his own load across the cushions with a shout.
They stayed locked together, breathing hard, cum leaking out around Marcus's still-twitching cock. Marcus pulled out slow, watching the creamy mess drip from the stretched hole. He pushed two fingers back in, stuffing it deeper. "Clean up later. Round two in the shower. I ain't done breeding this ass tonight."
Jamal grinned over his shoulder, already pushing back onto the fingers. "Good. 'Cause I want that load in my throat next."
