Marcus was a big black chub, 280 pounds of thick belly, wide hips, and a fat ass that jiggled when he walked. He showed up at my apartment after we matched on the app, his shirt already damp with sweat from the summer heat. I let him in and he grinned, rubbing his gut. "You like this fat black body, huh? Then get on your knees and suck my dick."
I dropped right there in the hallway. His cock was thick and dark, already half-hard and hanging heavy over his balls. I wrapped my lips around the head and sucked hard, tasting salt and musk. Marcus groaned and pushed deeper, his belly resting on my head as he fed me more inches. "Yeah, choke on that black cock, boy. Take it all."
He fucked my throat slow at first, then faster, his heavy thighs slapping against my shoulders. Spit ran down my chin onto the floor. When he pulled out he was rock hard, veins thick along the shaft. "Strip and bend over the couch. I want that ass."
I got naked fast. Marcus kicked off his pants and shirt, his full belly and man-tits on display, skin shiny. He spun me around, spit on his fingers, and shoved two inside me without warning. I grunted as he stretched me open, then three fingers, twisting and pumping. "This hole is tight but it's gonna take my dick. You ready to get fucked by a real chub?"
He lined up and pushed in. The thick head popped past my ring and he kept going, burying every inch in one long thrust. I moaned loud as his heavy gut pressed against my back and his balls slapped my taint. Marcus started pounding, hard and steady, the couch creaking under us. "Fuck yeah, take that black cock. Your ass is gripping me like it needs this."
He grabbed my hips and slammed deeper, his belly bouncing with every thrust. Sweat dripped from him onto my back. He reached around and jerked my dick in time with his strokes, rough and fast. "You like getting railed by a fat black man? Say it."
"Yes," I gasped. "Fuck me harder."
Marcus pulled out, flipped me onto my back on the couch, and shoved back in. He hooked my legs over his thick shoulders and drove down, his gut mashing against me. The angle hit my prostate every time. His big ass flexed as he fucked, cheeks clapping. He leaned in and kissed me dirty, tongue sloppy, while his cock kept hammering.
We switched again. He sat on the couch, belly spilling over his lap, and I climbed on top. I sank down on his cock, taking it all, then rode him hard, my own dick slapping against his stomach. Marcus grabbed my ass with both hands, spreading me wider, and thrust up to meet me. "Bounce on it, boy. Milk that load out."
I rode faster, his fat cock stretching me open again and again. He reached up and pinched my nipples, twisting until I yelled. Then he took over, holding me still while he jackhammered from below, his heavy body shaking the cushions. Sweat poured off both of us.
The room smelled like sex and musk.
Marcus growled and flipped me again, putting me on all fours on the floor. He mounted me from behind, one hand on my shoulder, the other slapping my ass as he fucked deep and rough. His belly rested on my lower back, hot and soft. "Gonna fill you up. Gonna breed this hole with black cum."
He slammed in hard, balls deep, and came with a loud grunt. I felt every pulse, thick ropes flooding inside me. He kept thrusting through it, pushing the load deeper. When he pulled out, cum leaked down my thighs. He wiped some up with his fingers and fed it to me. I sucked them clean while he stroked his softening cock.
We caught our breath on the floor, his big body half on top of mine. Marcus chuckled low. "Round two in ten minutes. This fat black dick ain't done with you yet." He was already getting hard again, pressing against my leg. I nodded, ready for more.
