Jake spotted him across the crowded bar. Tall, dark-skinned, built like he lifted heavy every day. Tyrone. They locked eyes, and ten minutes later they were in Tyrone's truck heading to his place. No small talk needed.
The door barely closed before Tyrone shoved Jake against it. "Get on your knees, white boy," he growled, unbuckling his belt. His thick black cock sprang out, already hard and veined, the head glistening. Jake dropped fast, wrapping his lips around it. Tyrone's hand gripped the back of his head and pushed deep. Jake gagged but took it, throat stretching around that fat dick while Tyrone fucked his mouth in steady thrusts.
"Damn, you suck cock good," Tyrone muttered, hips snapping forward. Spit ran down Jake's chin onto his shirt. Tyrone pulled out, yanked Jake up, and stripped him fast. Jake's pale skin flushed as Tyrone bent him over the couch arm. A thick finger pushed into his ass, then two, working him open with spit and rough strokes.
Tyrone lined up and shoved in. Jake groaned loud as that big black cock stretched his hole wide. Tyrone didn't ease in. He slammed balls-deep on the first thrust and started pounding. The slap of skin on skin filled the room. Jake's ass cheeks jiggled with every hard drive. Tyrone gripped his hips, pulling him back onto that dick, stretching him open again and again.
"Fuck, your tight white ass feels good on my cock," Tyrone said, voice low and rough. He reached around and stroked Jake's leaking dick in time with his thrusts. Jake pushed back, meeting every stroke, hole clenching around the thick shaft invading him.
Tyrone flipped him onto his back on the couch. He hooked Jake's legs over his shoulders and drove in deeper. Jake watched that black cock disappear into his own pale ass, the contrast stark and filthy. Tyrone fucked him hard, sweat dripping off his chest onto Jake. Every thrust hit the spot that made Jake's toes curl.
They switched again. Tyrone sat back and pulled Jake onto his lap. Jake sank down on the cock, riding it slow at first then faster. Tyrone's hands spread his ass wider, watching his dick get swallowed. "Bounce on it, boy," he ordered. Jake did, up and down, ass smacking against Tyrone's thighs. Cum started leaking from Jake's cock without him touching it.
Tyrone stood, still buried inside, and carried Jake to the bedroom. He laid him on the edge of the bed and went back to pounding, long powerful strokes that made the bed frame creak. Jake's hole was red and puffy now, slick with spit and pre-cum. Tyrone pulled out, flipped Jake onto his stomach, and mounted him again, chest to back, grinding deep.
"Going to fill this ass up," Tyrone grunted. His thrusts turned short and brutal. Jake felt the cock swell and pulse. Hot cum flooded his hole, thick ropes pumping in until it leaked out around the shaft. Tyrone kept thrusting through it, pushing his load deeper.
He pulled out and Jake rolled over, jerking his own cock fast. Tyrone watched, then leaned down and sucked Jake's dick into his mouth.
That was all it took. Jake shot hard, cum splashing Tyrone's tongue and lips. Tyrone swallowed what he could and licked the rest off Jake's shaft.
They lay there breathing heavy for a minute. Tyrone's hand stayed on Jake's thigh, fingers tracing the marks he'd left. Then Tyrone rolled him back onto his stomach, spread his cheeks, and licked the cum out of his used hole. Jake moaned into the sheets as Tyrone's tongue pushed inside, cleaning him while getting him hard again.
Round two started slower but got just as dirty. Tyrone fucked him on all fours this time, one hand on the back of his neck, the other slapping his ass red. He made Jake beg for it before he came again, adding another load deep inside. Jake came untouched, shooting onto the sheets while Tyrone kept pumping.
By the time they finished, the sheets were soaked and Jake's ass was sore and leaking. Tyrone pulled him close, cock still half-hard against his thigh. "Stay the night," he said. Jake nodded, already thinking about morning wood and another round.
