Marcus spotted him outside the club, another fine-ass black man leaning against the brick wall, thick arms crossed over a tight black tank that hugged every muscle. His skin was deep chocolate, head shaved smooth, and the bulge in his jeans was already promising. Marcus walked right up, no small talk. "You lookin' for some dick tonight?"
The stranger smirked, eyes dropping to Marcus's own swelling crotch. "Name's Jamal. And yeah, I want that big black cock down my throat and up my ass. You down?"
They didn't bother with names after that. Jamal grabbed Marcus by the belt and yanked him into the dark alley behind the club. The air was thick with city heat and the smell of sweat. Jamal dropped to his knees right there on the dirty pavement, unzipping Marcus fast. Out flopped a heavy, veiny black dick, already half-hard and leaking. Jamal wrapped his lips around the head and sucked hard, taking it deep in one go.
"Fuck yeah, swallow that shit," Marcus growled, gripping Jamal's bald head and thrusting forward. His cock slid into the wet heat of Jamal's throat, balls slapping the chin. Jamal gagged but kept going, spit dripping down his chin as he bobbed fast and sloppy. He reached up and cupped Marcus's heavy nuts, squeezing while his tongue worked the underside.
Marcus pulled out after a minute, dick shiny with spit. "Turn around. I wanna see that ass." Jamal stood, shoved his jeans down, and bent over a stack of crates. His ass was round and firm, dark skin gleaming, hole already twitching. Marcus spit on his fingers and shoved two inside, working Jamal open rough and quick.
"Tight fucking hole. You been waiting for a real dick, huh?"
Jamal pushed back on the fingers. "Quit teasing and fuck me already. I need that cock stretching me."
Marcus lined up and slammed in balls-deep in one thrust. Jamal grunted loud, hole clenching around the thick shaft. Marcus didn't go slow. He gripped Jamal's hips and pounded hard, the sound of skin slapping skin echoing in the alley. Each thrust made Jamal's ass ripple, his own cock swinging heavy between his legs and dripping pre-cum on the ground.
"Take it, take every inch," Marcus snarled, picking up speed. His balls slapped against Jamal's taint with every drive. Jamal reached back and spread his cheeks wider, moaning filthy. "Yeah, wreck that ass. Fuck me like you mean it."
They switched positions fast. Marcus pulled out, spun Jamal around, and lifted one of his legs up over his shoulder. He shoved back in standing, fucking upward so the head of his cock punched Jamal's prostate over and over. Jamal's dick rubbed between their stomachs, leaking all over Marcus's abs. Sweat poured down both their bodies, making their dark skin slick and shiny under the single streetlight.
Marcus reached between them and jerked Jamal's cock in time with his thrusts. "You gonna cum on my dick?" Jamal nodded, eyes half-closed, mouth open. "Do it. Shoot that load while I breed you."
Jamal came first, thick ropes shooting up his own chest and Marcus's. His ass clamped down hard, milking Marcus's cock. Marcus kept pounding through it until his own orgasm hit. He buried deep and unloaded, flooding Jamal's hole with hot cum. It leaked out around his shaft as he kept grinding, pushing every drop inside.
They stayed locked together a minute, breathing heavy. Marcus pulled out slow, watching his cum drip from Jamal's stretched hole. Jamal straightened up, wiped his mouth, and grinned. "Round two at my place? I got a bed and more lube."
Marcus tucked his still-hard dick away. "Lead the way. I'm not done using that ass tonight." They walked out of the alley together, already planning the next round of raw, dirty fucking.
