Alex spotted the guy across the crowded bar and knew right away he wanted that thick black cock inside him. The man was tall, broad-shouldered, skin like dark chocolate, and the bulge in his jeans looked heavy and promising. Alex downed his drink, walked straight over, and said, "I'm Alex. You look like you could fuck me senseless tonight."
The man grinned, eyes raking over Alex's slim build. "Jamal. And yeah, I can. You ready to take it?"
They didn't waste time. Twenty minutes later they were in Jamal's apartment, door barely shut before Jamal pushed Alex against the wall and kissed him hard, tongue shoving deep. Alex moaned into it, hands already fumbling with Jamal's belt. He yanked the jeans down and there it waslong, veined, heavy black cock already half-hard and thick enough to stretch his throat.
"Get on your knees," Jamal ordered.
Alex dropped fast, mouth open. He licked the fat head first, tasting salt and skin, then took as much as he could. Jamal's cock swelled fast, stretching Alex's lips wide. He gagged when Jamal thrust deeper, but he didn't pull back. He wanted it rough. Jamal grabbed his hair and started fucking his face in steady strokes, balls slapping Alex's chin.
"Look at you choking on that black dick," Jamal growled. "You love it, don't you?"
Alex could only hum around the shaft, spit running down his chin. His own cock strained in his pants. He reached down and freed it, stroking while Jamal used his mouth.
After a few minutes Jamal pulled out. "Strip and get on the bed. Ass up."
Alex obeyed, kicking off his clothes and climbing onto the mattress on all fours. He spread his cheeks without being told. Jamal stepped behind him, spit on his hole, and rubbed the slick head of that thick cock against it. No lube beyond spit and pre-cumhe wanted Alex to feel every inch raw.
"Push back on it," Jamal said.
Alex did, groaning loud as the fat head popped inside. It burned, stretching him wide. He kept pushing, taking more, until half the length was buried in his ass. Jamal gripped his hips and shoved the rest in one thrust. Alex cried out, hole clenching around the girth.
"Fuck, that's tight," Jamal muttered, then started pounding.
Each thrust drove deep, hitting Alex's prostate hard. The slap of skin on skin filled the room. Jamal's heavy balls swung against Alex's own. Alex reached back to spread himself wider, begging, "Harder. Fuck me harder with that big black cock."
Jamal obliged, slamming in so the bed creaked. He reached under Alex and stroked his leaking dick in time with the thrusts. Alex's moans turned into broken curses. He came first, shooting across the sheets while Jamal kept driving into him.
Jamal didn't stop. He flipped Alex onto his back, lifted his legs over his shoulders, and sank back in. The new angle let him go even deeper. Alex watched the thick black shaft disappear into his stretched hole, the contrast of skin making it hotter. Jamal leaned down and kissed him again, dirty and wet, while he fucked.
They switched positions twice moreAlex riding, then Jamal pinning him face-down and pounding from behind. Sweat slicked their bodies. Jamal's dirty talk never stopped: "Take every inch, slut. Your hole was made for black cock."
When Jamal finally came, he buried himself to the root and pumped load after load deep inside Alex. Alex felt the hot pulses, hole fluttering around the pulsing shaft. Jamal stayed inside until he softened, then pulled out slow, watching his cum leak out.
They lay there catching breath. Jamal ran a hand down Alex's back. "You took it good. Round two in twenty?"
Alex smiled against the pillow. "Make it ten."
