Jake spotted the tall black guy across the bar and knew he was getting fucked that night. The dude was built like a linebacker, dark skin stretched over thick arms and a chest that strained his tank top. Jake’s hole twitched just looking at him.
They didn’t waste time with small talk. Tyrone bought one round, then jerked his head toward the back hallway. “You want this dick or what?”
Jake followed him straight into the dimly lit storage room behind the bar. The second the door clicked shut, Tyrone shoved him against the wall and shoved a hand down his jeans.
“Fuck, white boy. Already hard for black cock,” Tyrone growled, gripping Jake’s shaft and squeezing. He yanked Jake’s pants down to his thighs and spun him around. “Bend over.”
Jake braced his hands on a stack of crates. Tyrone spat on his fingers and shoved two straight into Jake’s ass, working them deep and rough. “Tight little hole. Gonna stretch this shit out.”
He pulled his fingers free and slapped his cock against Jake’s ass cheeks. It was heavy, thick, and already leaking.
Tyrone rubbed the fat head up and down Jake’s crack, then pushed. The stretch burned but Jake pushed back, taking the first few inches with a low moan.
“Fuck yeah, take it,” Tyrone grunted, gripping Jake’s hips and driving forward. Inch after inch sank in until his balls pressed against Jake’s ass. He didn’t wait. He started pounding, long, hard strokes that made Jake’s whole body jolt.
The room filled with the wet slap of skin and Tyrone’s dirty talk. “This what you wanted? Free gay interracial sex stories come true, huh? Big black dick wrecking your white ass.”
Jake could only grunt and push back. Tyrone reached around and jerked his cock in time with the thrusts, thumb rubbing over the head on every stroke. Pre-cum smeared his fingers.
Tyrone pulled out, spun Jake around, and shoved him to his knees. “Suck it clean.” Jake opened wide and took the slick cock into his mouth, tasting his own ass and Tyrone’s sweat. He gagged when Tyrone grabbed his head and fucked his throat, thick spit running down his chin.
“Stand up. Turn around again.” Tyrone bent him back over the crates and slammed back in, even deeper this time. He hooked one of Jake’s legs up on a crate, opening him wider, and hammered at a brutal pace. Every thrust punched a moan out of Jake.
“Gonna breed this hole,” Tyrone warned, voice rough. His rhythm got sloppy, hips snapping hard. “Take my nut, white boy.”
He buried himself to the root and came with a low growl, flooding Jake’s ass with thick pulses of cum. Jake felt every spurt, hot and deep. Tyrone stayed inside, grinding, milking out every drop while he reached around and finished Jake off with a few rough strokes. Jake shot across the crates, ass clenching around the still-hard cock inside him.
Tyrone pulled out slow, watching his cum leak down Jake’s thighs. He wiped his dick on Jake’s ass cheek, then tucked himself away.
“Same time next week,” he said, and walked out.
Jake stayed bent over, breathing hard, cum running down his legs. His ass felt used and sore in the best way. He already knew he’d be back for more.
