I walked into the bar like I owned the place but I was shaking inside. The place was dark, loud, and full of men who knew exactly what they wanted. I spotted him at the end of the bar, tall, broad, skin like polished ebony, and the bulge in his jeans was impossible to miss. He caught me staring and smirked.
I bought him a drink. He didnt say much at first, just looked me over like he was deciding whether I could handle him. Names Marcus, he finally said, voice low and rough. You looking for something specific tonight?
Yeah, I answered, voice already hoarse. Big black cock. Hard, deep, and no mercy.
Marcus grinned, finished his drink, and jerked his head toward the back hallway.
We slipped into a small storage room. The second the door clicked shut he had me against the wall, his hand gripping my throat while his other hand shoved down my pants.
On your knees, he ordered.
I dropped fast. His zipper came down and that thick black cock swung out, heavy, veined, already half-hard and bigger than anything Id taken before. I wrapped both hands around it and still couldnt cover the whole length. The head was fat and dark, leaking. I licked it, tasting salt and skin, then opened wide and sucked the head in.
Marcus groaned and pushed forward. Thats it, white boy. Choke on that black dick.
I gagged but kept going, drool running down my chin as he fed me more and more. He grabbed my head with both hands and started fucking my throat, slow at first, then deeper. My eyes watered, my nose pressed into his pubic hair, and I loved every filthy second of it.
After a few minutes he pulled out, strings of spit connecting my lips to his cock. Strip and bend over that table.
I did it without thinking. He kicked my legs apart, spat on my hole, and rubbed that massive head against me. You sure you can take this?
Fuck me, I begged. Shove that big black cock in me.
He pushed. The stretch burned like hell but I pushed back, hungry for it. Inch after thick inch sank into my ass until his balls rested against me. I was panting, stretched wide, feeling every vein throb inside me.
Marcus started pounding. No warm-up, just hard, nasty strokes that made the table creak. Every thrust punched the air out of my lungs and drove a moan out of me. Take it, he growled. Take every inch of that black cock.
I reached down and jerked myself while he railed me. The sound was obsceneskin slapping, wet squelching, my own desperate whimpers. He reached around, grabbed my throat again, and pulled me upright so my back was against his chest, still buried deep.
Say it, he demanded, biting my ear. Tell me whose cock is wrecking this hole.
Yours, I gasped. Your big black cock. Fuck me harder.
He did. He bent me back over the table and hammered me until my legs shook. When he finally pulled out I felt empty, but he flipped me onto my back, lifted my legs over his shoulders, and drove back in. The new angle made me see stars. He fucked me like he wanted to break me, sweat dripping off him onto my chest.
I came first, shooting across my own stomach without even touching myself again. Marcus kept going, using my hole until he slammed in one last time and unloaded, flooding me with hot, thick cum. I felt it pulse inside me, overflow, and run down my crack.
He stayed buried for a minute, breathing hard, then slowly pulled out. Cum leaked out of my wrecked ass. Marcus wiped his cock on my thigh, tucked it away, and gave my face a light slap.
Next time you want gay black cock sex stories like this, he said, you know where to find me.
I lay there catching my breath, ass throbbing, already knowing Id be back tomorrow.
