Mark had been cruising the apps for weeks, hunting for exactly this. When the message came through from a guy named Dariussix-foot-four, thick build, and a dick pic that made Mark's mouth waterhe didn't hesitate. They met at a dive bar downtown, barely two beers in before Darius leaned close and said, "You want this black cock in your white ass tonight?" Mark nodded, already hard in his jeans.
They didn't make it to the apartment with much talking. The second the door shut, Darius shoved Mark to his knees. "Suck it," he ordered, pulling out a heavy, veined cock already half-hard and dark as night. Mark opened wide and took the head, tongue working the slit, tasting the salty pre-cum. Darius grabbed the back of his head and pushed deeper, forcing inches down Mark's throat until he gagged. "That's it, choke on that black dick," Darius growled, thrusting slow and steady while Mark's eyes watered. Spit ran down his chin, dripping onto the floor as he worked the shaft with both hands, jerking what wouldn't fit in his mouth.
Darius pulled out and slapped the wet cock across Mark's face. "Strip and bend over the couch." Mark obeyed fast, kicking off his clothes and presenting his ass. Darius spread his cheeks and spat on the hole, rubbing the thick head against it. "You ready to take this cock?" Without waiting, he pushed in, the fat crown stretching Mark open inch by inch. Mark groaned loud, the burn mixing with pure heat as his hole swallowed more of that black meat. Darius didn't ease uphe drove balls-deep in one long thrust, then started pounding, hips slapping hard against Mark's ass.
"Fuck, your hole's gripping me tight," Darius grunted, gripping Mark's hips and slamming in again and again. Every stroke hit deep, the thick shaft dragging over Mark's prostate until his own cock leaked steadily onto the couch. Darius reached around and stroked him rough, matching the pace of his fucking. "You love taking black cock, don't you? Say it." Mark gasped out the words between thrusts: "Yes, fuck, I love taking your black cock."
They switched positions fast. Darius sat back on the couch and pulled Mark onto his lap, impaling him reverse. Mark rode hard, bouncing on the full length, feeling every vein and ridge stretch him wider. Darius smacked his ass cheeks, leaving red handprints, and thrust up to meet every drop. Sweat slicked their skin. Mark's thighs burned but he kept going, hole clenching each time that cock bottomed out. Darius reached around to pinch his nipples, twisting them while he fucked up harder. "Gonna breed this ass," he warned, voice low and filthy.
Mark came first, shooting ropes across his own stomach without touching himself, the orgasm ripping through him from the relentless prostate pounding. His hole spasmed around Darius's cock, milking it. Darius didn't stophe flipped Mark onto his back on the floor, hooked his legs over his shoulders, and drove in deep again. The new angle let him go even harder, balls slapping Mark's ass with every brutal thrust. "Take it all," Darius snarled, sweat dripping from his chest onto Mark. He buried himself to the root and unloaded, pulsing thick jets of cum deep inside. Mark felt every spurt, hot and heavy, filling him until it leaked out around the shaft.
Darius pulled out slow, watching his load drip from Mark's used hole. He pushed two fingers in, scooping some cum and feeding it to Mark's mouth. "Clean it up." Mark sucked the fingers, tasting the mix of cum and ass. They didn't rest long. Darius got hard again fast and bent Mark over the kitchen counter this time, sliding back into the sloppy, cum-slick hole with one thrust. He fucked slower now but deeper, grinding on every stroke, dirty talk constant: "This white ass was made for black cock. Gonna keep you full all night."
Mark pushed back, meeting every thrust, hole fluttering around the invading thickness. Darius reached under and jerked him off again, rough and fast, until Mark shot a second load onto the counter.
Only then did Darius finish, adding another heavy load inside, mixing with the first. They stayed locked together until Darius softened and slipped out, cum running down Mark's thighs.
Later, in the shower, Darius soaped up Mark's sore hole and fingered him again, working three fingers in while Mark braced against the tile. "You coming back for more?" he asked. Mark nodded, already craving the next round. They dried off and went at it once more on the bedMark on all fours, Darius mounting him from behind for a long, grinding fuck that ended with Mark's face pressed into the mattress and another load pumped deep.
By morning, Mark's ass was wrecked, cum dried on his skin, and he walked out sore but satisfied, already planning the next message to Darius. The raw stretch and fullness stayed with him all day, a reminder of exactly what he'd been chasing.
