The two black men walked into the cheap motel room like they owned the place. Jamal was the taller one, thick arms and a shaved head, his dick already pushing against his jeans. Tyrone followed, shorter but built like a tank, dark skin gleaming under the dim light. They had found the white guy online, the one who called himself a fag and begged for it hard.
"Strip, white boy," Jamal said, voice low and rough. "Show us that pale ass."
The white fag, skinny and twenty-five, peeled off his clothes fast. His cock was already hard and leaking. He dropped to his knees without being told. Tyrone laughed and unzipped, pulling out a fat black dick, veiny and half-hard. "Suck it, fag. Get it ready to wreck you."
The white guy opened his mouth and took Tyrone's cock deep. He gagged but kept going, spit running down his chin. Jamal moved behind him, kicking his legs apart. He spat on his fingers and shoved two into the white fag's hole without warning. The guy moaned around Tyrone's dick, pushing back on the fingers.
"Look at this hungry white hole," Jamal growled. He added a third finger, stretching him open. "You been waiting all week for real black dick, huh?"
The white fag nodded, mouth full. Tyrone grabbed his hair and started fucking his throat, balls slapping his chin. "That's it, choke on it. Take that black meat."
Jamal pulled his fingers out and lined up his own thick cock. He pushed in slow at first, then slammed the rest of the way. The white guy cried out around Tyrone's dick, body shaking. Jamal didn't wait. He started pounding, hips slapping against pale skin, each thrust driving the white fag forward onto Tyrone's cock.
"Damn, this ass is tight," Jamal said, gripping the guy's hips hard enough to bruise. "White fags always take it the best."
They switched positions after a few minutes.
Tyrone lay back on the bed and the white fag climbed on top, sinking down on that massive black dick. Jamal stood at the head of the bed and fed his cock into the guy's mouth. They used him from both ends, one cock in his ass, one in his throat. The white fag's eyes watered but he kept moving, riding Tyrone while sucking Jamal.
"Look at you, bouncing on that black dick like a slut," Tyrone said, slapping the guy's ass. "Say it. Tell us what you are."
The white fag pulled off Jamal's cock long enough to gasp, "I'm a white fag for black cock."
Jamal shoved back in. "Louder."
"I'm a white fag for black cock!"
They laughed and kept using him. Tyrone flipped the guy onto his back and folded his legs up, pounding deep. Jamal fed him his balls to suck while he waited his turn again. The room smelled like sweat and sex. The white fag's cock bounced untouched, dripping onto his stomach.
Jamal took over again, bending the guy over the edge of the bed and railing him from behind. Every thrust made the white fag moan like a bitch in heat. Tyrone stood in front, jerking off and slapping his wet cock across the guy's face.
"You want both loads, fag?" Tyrone asked.
The white guy nodded, mouth open. Jamal came first, buried balls-deep, flooding the white hole with thick cum. He pulled out and Tyrone took his place, sliding into the messy ass and fucking the load deeper. When Tyrone came he stayed inside, grinding until every drop was pumped out.
They left the white fag on the bed, hole gaping and leaking cum, face and chest covered in spit. Jamal tossed a twenty on the nightstand.
"Same time next week, fag. Don't clean that hole out."
The door closed behind them. The white guy stayed where he was, breathing hard, already getting hard again at the thought of next time.
