Jamal slammed the door to the back room of the auto shop and locked it. The smell of oil and sweat still clung to his skin after a twelve-hour shift. Tyrone was already there, leaning against the workbench with his coveralls unzipped to the waist, that thick chest glistening under the single bulb. His dark skin looked almost blue-black in the low light, and the bulge in his pants was obvious.
About time, Tyrone growled. Been thinking about this dick all day.
Jamal didnt waste words. He crossed the room, grabbed Tyrone by the back of the neck, and crushed their mouths together. Tongues slid hot and wet. Jamal shoved his hand straight down Tyrones open coveralls and wrapped his fingers around that heavy, half-hard cock. It was thick, veined, and already leaking at the tip. He stroked it once, rough, and felt it swell full in his palm.
Fuck, thats a big one, Jamal muttered against Tyrones lips. Gonna stretch my throat with it.
Tyrone grinned and pushed Jamal down to his knees. Jamal yanked the coveralls the rest of the way open. Tyrones cock sprang out, heavy and dark, the head shiny with precum. Jamal didnt tease. He opened wide and swallowed as much as he could in one go, lips stretching tight around the shaft. Tyrones hand landed on the back of his head, guiding him deeper until Jamals nose pressed into the coarse hair at the base.
Yeah, suck that shit, Tyrone said, voice low and filthy. Take every inch, nigga.
Jamal worked it fast and sloppy, spit running down his chin onto Tyrones balls. He gagged when Tyrone thrust forward but didnt pull back. He wanted it rough. Tyrone fucked his face in short, hard strokes, balls slapping Jamals chin. Every time Jamal pulled off to breathe, strings of spit connected his lips to that glistening black dick.
Get up, Tyrone ordered after a minute. Turn around. Pants down.
Jamal stood, kicked his boots off, and shoved his jeans and boxers to his ankles. He bent over the workbench, ass up, legs spread. Tyrone spit on his fingers and rubbed the wet heat between Jamals cheeks, circling the tight hole before pushing two fingers inside. Jamal grunted and pushed back, taking them easy.
More, he said. Gimme that dick.
Tyrone lined up and pressed the fat head against Jamals hole. He didnt go slow. One hard thrust and he was buried halfway. Jamals hole clenched, burning around the thick shaft. Tyrone pulled back and drove in again, deeper this time, until his hips slapped Jamals ass. The sound was wet and loud in the small room.
Fuck, youre tight, Tyrone hissed. He gripped Jamals hips and started pounding, long strokes that made the workbench shake. Every thrust pushed a low moan out of Jamal. Tyrones balls swung heavy against Jamals taint. Sweat dripped from Tyrones chest onto Jamals back.
Harder, Jamal demanded. Fuck me like you mean it.
Tyrone slammed in balls-deep and stayed there, grinding. Then he pulled almost all the way out and rammed back in, setting a brutal rhythm.
The slap of skin on skin filled the room. Tyrone reached around and grabbed Jamals cock, stroking it in time with his thrusts. Jamals hole fluttered and squeezed around the invading dick.
They switched positions after a while. Tyrone sat on an old metal chair, legs spread, and pulled Jamal onto his lap. Jamal sank down on that thick cock again, taking it to the root. He rode it hard, thighs burning, ass bouncing. Tyrones hands spread his cheeks wider so he could watch his own dick disappear into that stretched hole.
Ride it, Tyrone said. Show me how bad you want this nut.
Jamal bounced faster, sweat flying. His own cock slapped against his stomach with every drop. Tyrone reached up and pinched both of Jamals nipples, twisting just enough to make him curse. Jamals hole started pulsing around the shaft.
Im close, Jamal warned.
Tyrone grabbed Jamals hips and took over, thrusting up hard from below. The chair creaked under them. Jamals cock erupted first, shooting thick ropes across Tyrones stomach and chest. His hole clamped down tight. Tyrone groaned, buried himself deep, and pumped load after load of hot cum into Jamals ass. Jamal felt every pulse, felt it leaking out around Tyrones still-hard dick.
They stayed locked together for a minute, breathing hard. Tyrones cum trickled down Jamals thighs when he finally stood. Tyrone wiped his cock on Jamals ass cheek and smirked.
Same time tomorrow, he said.
Jamal pulled his pants up, feeling the wet mess inside him. Count on it.
