Marcus spotted the stranger leaning against the brick wall at the end of the alley, thick arms crossed over his chest, eyes locked on him like he already owned the night. Both men were black, both built like they lifted heavy and fought harder, the kind of bodies that didnt need clothes to show power. Marcus walked straight up, no words wasted.
You here for it? the stranger growled, voice low and rough.
Shut the fuck up and show me, Marcus answered, already yanking his belt open.
The stranger spun him face-first against the wall, yanked Marcuss jeans down past his ass in one hard pull, and spat on his hole. No lube, no slow start. Two thick fingers shoved straight in, stretching him fast and mean. Marcus grunted, pushed back, taking it.
Fuck yeah, open up, the stranger snarled, working those fingers deep, twisting, scissoring hard. He pulled them out, spat again, and lined up his fat cock. One brutal thrust and he was balls-deep, hips slapping against Marcuss ass with a loud crack.
Marcuss forehead hit the brick. Harder, motherfucker.
The stranger gave it to him. He gripped Marcuss hips like handles and started pounding, long, vicious strokes that drove every inch in and yanked almost all the way out before slamming back. The wet slap of skin on skin echoed down the alley. Sweat already ran down both their backs. Every thrust forced a raw grunt out of Marcus, but he kept pushing back, meeting every slam.
The stranger reached around, grabbed Marcuss thick cock, and jerked it rough and fast, thumb smearing the leaking head. This what you came for? Getting your black ass wrecked?
Fuckin wreck it, Marcus growled back.
The stranger pulled out, spun Marcus around, and shoved him to his knees. Marcus opened wide and took the cock straight down his throat, gagging loud when it hit the back. The stranger fucked his face hard, hands fisted in Marcuss short hair, hips snapping forward until spit ran down Marcuss chin and dripped onto the concrete. He pulled out, slapped the heavy cock across Marcuss face, then fed it back in, deeper.
When he yanked Marcus up again, he bent him over a rusted dumpster, kicked his legs wider, and drove back inside. This angle let him go even deeper. He hooked one arm around Marcuss throat, pulled him upright, and kept jackhammering from behind while choking him just enough to make every thrust feel bigger. Marcuss cock swung hard between his legs, dripping, untouched now.
The strangers free hand slapped Marcuss ass, then gripped and spread the cheeks so he could watch his own cock disappear. Look at that hole swallowing me. Greedy fucking slut.
Marcus reached down and started stroking himself fast, matching the brutal rhythm. His balls tightened. Gonna cum, he warned.
Shoot it while I wreck you.
Marcus came with a hoarse shout, ropes of thick cum splattering the side of the dumpster. His ass clamped down hard. The stranger fucked straight through the clench, pace turning savage, then buried himself to the root and unloaded with a deep, animal groan. Marcus felt every hot pulse flood his guts.
They stayed locked together, breathing ragged, sweat-slick skin sliding. The stranger pulled out slow, watching his load leak down Marcuss thigh. He wiped his cock on Marcuss ass cheek, then tucked himself away.
Same time tomorrow, he said, already walking off.
Marcus pulled his jeans up over the mess, feeling the strangers cum still leaking out of him, and smiled into the dark.
