Marcus didnt waste time with small talk. The second we were alone in his apartment he shoved me to my knees and pulled out that thick black cock. It was already half-hard, heavy, veined, the fat head glistening. Suck it, he growled. I opened wide and took as much as I could. The taste was salty, musky, pure man. My lips stretched around the girth while he fed me more, pushing until the head bumped the back of my throat.
I gagged but didnt pull off. He liked that. His big hands gripped my head and he started fucking my face in steady strokes. Spit ran down my chin and dripped onto the floor. Every time he pulled back I chased it, hungry for more of that gay black cock. My own dick was rock hard in my jeans, leaking, but I didnt touch it. This was about taking what he gave me.
After a few minutes he yanked me up, spun me around, and bent me over the arm of his couch. He ripped my pants down and spat on my hole. One thick finger pushed inside, then two. He worked me open fast and rough, scissoring, getting me ready for the real thing. You want this black dick? he asked, voice low and dirty. Tell me.
Fuck me, I begged. Give me that big black cock. Stretch my hole.
He lined up and pushed. The burn was intense. That fat head popped past my ring and kept going, inch after thick inch. I moaned loud, pushing back, wanting all of it. He bottomed out with a grunt, balls pressed against me. For a moment he just stayed there, letting me feel how full I was. Then he started fucking.
Hard, deep strokes. The couch creaked under us. His hips slapped my ass with every thrust. I could feel every vein dragging along my walls. He reached under and grabbed my cock, stroking it in time with his pounding. Take it, he kept saying. Take that gay black cock. This hole is mine tonight.
He flipped me onto my back on the couch so he could watch my face while he fucked me. My legs went over his shoulders. The new angle made him hit my prostate every time. My cock bounced against my stomach, leaking steadily. He leaned down and kissed me rough, tongue fucking my mouth the same way his cock fucked my ass.
We changed positions again. He sat on the couch and pulled me onto his lap, facing him. I sank down on that massive black cock until my ass met his thighs. I rode him hard, bouncing, grinding, chasing the feeling. Sweat ran down my chest. He sucked on my nipples, bit them, then grabbed my hips and slammed up into me.
When he got close he pushed me off, bent me over the coffee table, and drove back in. His thrusts turned short and brutal. Gonna fill you up, he warned. I pushed back, begging for it. He came with a deep groan, flooding my hole with hot cum. I felt every pulse. He kept thrusting through it, pushing his load deeper.
He didnt pull out right away. Instead he reached around and jerked me off fast. I came hard, shooting across the table, my ass clenching around his still-hard cock. When he finally slid out, cum leaked down my thighs. I stayed bent over, catching my breath, hole twitching and used.
Marcus slapped my ass once, satisfied. Round two in ten minutes, he said. That hole aint done yet.
I smiled into the table. Neither was I.
