I spotted him across the bar, thick arms folded over a tight black tee, eyes locked on me like he already owned the night. His name was Marcus. We skipped the small talk after the second round. Back at his place, the door barely shut before he shoved me against it. "Strip," he growled. I peeled off my shirt and jeans fast, cock already half-hard and swinging free. Marcus stayed dressed, just unzipped his jeans and pulled out a heavy, veined dick that curved up thick and dark. "On your knees," he said. I dropped. He stepped close, the head brushing my lips. "Kiss my cock." I leaned in and pressed my mouth to the hot, smooth head, tasting the first bead of precum. He grabbed the back of my head. "Again. Open up and really kiss it like you mean it." I licked around the ridge, then sucked the tip in, tongue working the slit. Marcus groaned low. "That's it. Suck that cock. Get it wet." I took more, lips stretching around the girth, bobbing slow at first then faster as he thrust shallow into my mouth. Saliva ran down my chin. He tasted salty and male, skin smooth and tight over the shaft. My own dick throbbed untouched between my legs. Marcus pulled out, slapped the wet head against my cheek, then pushed back in. "Deeper. Take it all the way." I relaxed my throat and let him slide in until my nose pressed to his trimmed bush. He held me there, hips rocking just enough to make me gag once before easing back. Spit coated everything. "Fuck, your mouth feels good," he said. "Now lick the balls." I dropped lower, tongue dragging over the heavy sack, sucking one nut then the other while stroking his cock with one hand. Marcus spread his legs wider. "Yeah, worship that shit." After a minute he hauled me up, spun me around, and bent me over the couch arm. A condom packet tore open. He spat on my hole, worked two fingers in rough and quick, then lined up and shoved his cock inside in one long push. I grunted at the stretch, hole burning then easing as he bottomed out. Marcus started fucking hard, hips slapping my ass, balls swinging. Each thrust punched a moan out of me. "Reach back and spread your cheeks," he ordered. I did, and he watched his cock disappear into me. "Look at that greedy hole taking every inch." He reached around and fisted my cock, jerking me in time with his thrusts. Pre-cum leaked steady from my slit. He pulled out, flipped me onto my back on the couch, and shoved back in missionary style. My legs went over his shoulders. The angle hit deep, prostate lighting up with every stroke. "Kiss my cock again," he said, pulling out and feeding it to my mouth. I sucked the taste of latex and my own ass off him, then he was back inside me, pounding faster. Sweat dripped from his chest onto mine. My balls tightened. "I'm gonna come," I warned. Marcus jerked my cock harder. "Do it. Shoot while I fuck you." I came hard, ropes hitting my stomach and chest. My hole clenched around him. Marcus pulled out, ripped the condom off, and straddled my chest. "Open," he said. I did. He stroked fast and shot thick spurts across my tongue and lips. "Swallow it." I did, then licked the last drops from the head. He leaned down and kissed me rough, tasting himself on my mouth. We stayed like that a minute, breathing hard. Then he pulled me up. "Shower. Round two in ten." The water ran hot over us. Marcus soaped my back, then slid two fingers back into my hole while his other hand stroked me hard again. "Still open for me," he muttered. I braced against the tiles. He pushed in bare this time, slow and deep, water sluicing between us. His hand wrapped my throat, not choking, just holding. "Say it," he demanded. "Kiss my cock." I reached down and guided his cock out, turned, and dropped to my knees under the spray. I kissed the head again, licked the shaft, took him to the root while water ran into my eyes. Marcus fucked my face steady until he pulled out and painted my chest with another load. Later we dried off and collapsed on the bed. Marcus pulled me against him, one big hand cupping my ass. "You took it like you wanted it," he said. I nodded.
"Next time I want you to say the words first." He smirked. "Next time you'll beg for it." I already knew I'd be back.
