I met Jamal at the back of a dim downtown bar, the kind where the air smells like sweat, beer, and cheap cologne. He was tall, broad-shouldered, skin like dark chocolate under the low lights, and his eyes locked on me the second I walked in. I was already half-hard just from the way he moved, slow and confident, like he knew exactly what he wanted. We didnt waste time with small talk. He bought me a drink, leaned in close, and growled, You looking for a real man to fuck that ass tonight?
Ten minutes later we were in his apartment, clothes hitting the floor. His cock was thick and heavy, already leaking when he pulled it out. I dropped to my knees without being told. The head was fat and dark, veins pulsing along the shaft. I licked the slit, tasting salt and musk, then opened wide and took as much as I could. Jamal grabbed my hair and pushed deeper, fucking my throat in steady strokes. Thats it, white boy, choke on that black dick, he muttered, voice low and rough.
Spit ran down my chin while he used my mouth.
He flipped me onto the bed and spread my legs. His tongue went straight to my hole, licking and probing until I was begging. Then two thick fingers slid in, scissoring me open. Tight little ass, he said, adding a third. When he finally pushed that cock inside, it stretched me wide, burning in the best way. He didnt go slow. He slammed in balls-deep and started pounding, the bed creaking under us. Every thrust hit deep, his heavy balls slapping my skin. I moaned like a slut, pushing back to take more.
Jamal flipped me onto my stomach and mounted me again, one hand pinning my wrists. You love this black cock ruining you, he snarled, fucking harder. Sweat dripped from his chest onto my back. He reached under and stroked my dick in time with his thrusts until I shot all over the sheets. He kept going until he growled and flooded my ass, pumping load after load deep inside.
Later that week I hooked up with Marcus at a club. He was even bigger, shaved head, arms covered in tattoos. We barely made it to his car before he had me bent over the hood. He spat on my hole, worked his cock in, and railed me right there in the parking lot. Cars drove by but he didnt care. Take it, bitch, he grunted, pounding until his cum leaked down my thighs.
By the end of the month Id had three more black meneach one using me rough and leaving me sore and satisfied. Their cocks, their size, the way they talked dirty and fucked like they owned me, kept pulling me back. Every time I felt that thick shaft stretch me open, I knew Id keep chasing it.
