The bar was packed and loud, but Marcus stood out the second he walked in. Six foot four, broad shoulders, skin like dark chocolate, and a bulge that made my mouth water from across the room. I was already three beers in and horny as hell when he caught me staring. He didn't smile. He just nodded once, like he knew exactly what I needed.
Twenty minutes later we were in his apartment. The door barely shut before he shoved me against it. "You want this black cock, don't you?" he growled, pressing his body into mine. I could feel the thick outline of it rubbing against my stomach. "Say it."
"I want your black cock," I said, voice already shaking. "Want you to destroy my ass with it."
He laughed low and mean, then yanked my pants down. My own dick sprang out, hard and leaking. He wrapped one big hand around it and squeezed just hard enough to make me gasp. "Little white boy dick. Cute. But tonight you're getting split open on something real."
He pushed me to my knees. His zipper came down and that cock flopped out heavy, veined, already half hard and thicker than my wrist. I wrapped both hands around it and still couldn't cover the length. The head was fat and dark, already glistening. I licked it, tasting salt and skin, then opened wide and took as much as I could. He grabbed the back of my head and fed it deeper, not stopping until I gagged and spit ran down my chin.
"That's it. Choke on it. Get it sloppy so it slides right into that tight hole."
I worked him with my mouth and hands until my jaw ached.
He pulled out, strings of spit connecting my lips to his cock, then hauled me up and bent me over the kitchen table. Cold wood against my chest, ass up. He spread my cheeks and spit right on my hole, rubbing it in with one thick finger before pushing two inside without warning. I groaned loud. He finger-fucked me rough, scissoring, stretching, getting me ready for what was coming.
When he lined up that massive cockhead, I braced. The first push burned like hell. He didn't ease in. He drove forward, inch after thick inch, until his hips were flush against my ass and I felt completely full. "Fuck, you're tight," he grunted. "Gonna wreck this pussy."
He started thrusting hard, balls slapping, the table scraping across the floor. Every stroke punched the air out of me. I reached down and jerked my own cock in time with his pounding. The stretch was insane. I could feel every vein dragging along my walls. He pulled almost all the way out then slammed back in, over and over, until my legs were shaking and I was babbling.
"Harder. Destroy me. Fuck that black cock deeper."
He flipped me onto my back on the table, hooked my legs over his shoulders, and went at it again. Sweat dripped from his chest onto mine. His abs flexed with every brutal thrust. My hole was loose and sloppy now, taking every inch without resistance. He reached down and pinched my nipples, twisting until I yelped, then wrapped his hand around my throat and squeezed just enough to make my head spin.
I came first, shooting across my own stomach without even touching myself. My ass clenched around him and he groaned, pace turning frantic. "Gonna fill you up, white boy. Gonna breed that ruined hole."
He buried himself to the root and unloaded. I felt every hot pulse of cum pumping deep inside me. He stayed there, grinding, making sure it all stayed in. When he finally pulled out, cum leaked down my crack onto the table. My hole felt wrecked, puffy and used, twitching around nothing.
He didn't let me rest long. He dragged me to the bedroom, pushed me face down on the mattress, and climbed on top. This time he took it slower at first, long deep strokes that let me feel every inch sliding through his own cum. Then he picked up speed again, fucking me into the mattress until the bed frame slammed the wall. I came a second time, smaller but just as intense, while he growled filthy shit in my ear about how my ass was made for black cock.
By the third round I was on all fours, face in the pillows, ass up, while he hammered me from behind. My hole made wet squelching sounds around him. Every thrust pushed more cum out, running down my balls. He reached under and stroked my spent dick until it twitched again. When he came this time it was with a roar, flooding me even deeper.
Afterward he pulled me against his chest, one heavy arm over me. My ass throbbed, sore and leaking, but I felt loose and satisfied in a way I'd never been before. He kissed the back of my neck once, rough but almost gentle.
"Same time next week," he said. "Gonna destroy you even harder."
I just nodded, already half hard again at the thought. My hole clenched around the memory of him and I knew I'd be counting the days.
