Marcus spotted the Latino guy across the crowded bar and knew he was getting that ass tonight. The dude was built lean and tight, dark hair slicked back, skin a warm golden brown that made Marcus's black hands itch to grab it. He walked straight over, no bullshit.
"Name's Marcus. You looking to get fucked?"
The guy grinned, eyes dropping to the thick bulge in Marcus's jeans. "Carlos. And yeah, I want that big black dick."
They didn't waste time. Twenty minutes later they were in Marcus's apartment, door slamming shut. Carlos dropped to his knees right there in the hallway and yanked Marcus's jeans down. The thick black cock sprang out, heavy and veined, already leaking. Carlos licked the head once, then swallowed half of it in one greedy gulp.
"Fuck yeah, suck that dick," Marcus growled, gripping Carlos's head and pushing deeper. Carlos gagged but took it, spit running down the shaft onto Marcus's balls. He worked it sloppy and fast, one hand stroking the base while his mouth bobbed. Marcus's dark skin contrasted sharply with Carlos's lighter face, the sight making his cock throb harder.
Marcus pulled him up and spun him around. "Strip." Carlos peeled off his clothes fast. Marcus bent him over the couch arm, spread those round cheeks, and spat on the tight pink hole. He rubbed his fat cockhead against it, teasing.
"Put it in," Carlos begged. "I want that black cock stretching me."
Marcus pushed. The head popped past the ring and Carlos groaned loud. Inch by inch the thick shaft sank in until Marcus's balls rested against Carlos's ass. He started thrusting hard, skin slapping skin, watching his dark dick disappear into the lighter ass over and over.
"Take it all, you fucking slut," Marcus snarled, gripping Carlos's hips hard enough to leave marks. He fucked deep and rough, pulling almost all the way out then slamming back in. Carlos pushed back, moaning filthy Spanish mixed with English. "Más duro, fuck me harder, wreck that hole."
Marcus reached around and stroked Carlos's leaking cock in time with his thrusts. Pre-cum smeared across his fingers. He pulled out, flipped Carlos onto his back on the couch, and shoved back inside. Now he could watch the guy's face while he pounded him. Carlos's legs went over Marcus's shoulders, giving deeper access. Every thrust made Carlos's cock bounce against his stomach.
They moved to the bedroom. Marcus put Carlos on all fours on the bed and mounted him again, this time slower but still deep. He reached under and twisted Carlos's nipples, making him whimper. "You love this black dick, don't you?" Marcus said, voice low and rough.
"Love it," Carlos panted. "Fill me up."
Marcus pulled out, flipped him again, and straddled Carlos's chest. He fed his cock back into Carlos's mouth. Carlos sucked eagerly, tasting his own ass on the shaft. Marcus face-fucked him until spit covered everything, then slid back down and buried himself to the root in Carlos's ass once more.
They switched positions for over an hour. Doggy, missionary, Carlos riding Marcus reverse so Marcus could watch that ass swallow his cock. Every time Carlos got close, Marcus slowed down or pulled out, keeping him on edge. Sweat made their bodies shine, dark and light skin sliding together.
Finally Marcus had enough. He pinned Carlos on his back, legs spread wide, and hammered into him. "Gonna cum in this tight Latino hole," he warned.
"Do it," Carlos gasped. "Breed me."
Marcus's balls tightened. He drove in balls-deep and unloaded, thick ropes of cum flooding Carlos's guts. The pulsing set Carlos off too; he shot across his own chest and stomach without touching himself.
Marcus kept thrusting through both orgasms, pushing his load deeper.
They stayed locked together, breathing hard. Marcus eventually pulled out slow, watching cum leak from the stretched hole. Carlos reached down and scooped some up, licking his fingers clean while Marcus watched.
"Round two in ten minutes," Marcus said, already half-hard again.
Carlos just smiled and spread his legs wider.
