I dropped to my knees the second the door clicked shut behind us. The backroom smelled like sweat, lube, and old cum. Marcus stood over me, already unzipping, that thick black cock swinging heavy between his legs. Nine inches, veiny, the head already glistening. I didnt wait for an invitation. I opened my mouth and took the head in, tongue flat, sucking hard like Id been starving for it.
Fuck yeah, white boy, he growled, one hand gripping the back of my head. Swallow that black dick.
I pushed forward, letting my throat stretch around him. Saliva flooded my mouth instantly. I gagged once, twice, but kept going until my nose pressed against his trimmed pubes. My eyes watered. My throat convulsed around the shaft. Marcus groaned low and started fucking my face in short, brutal thrusts. Spit ran down my chin and dripped onto my chest. Every time he pulled back I gasped for air, then opened wider so he could slam back in.
Take it. All the way. Good fucking throat.
I moaned around him, the sound wet and slutty. My own cock strained in my jeans, untouched. I didnt care. All I wanted was to keep swallowing. Marcus grabbed my hair with both hands and used my mouth like a hole. Deep, steady strokes that made my throat bulge. Every time the head pushed past my gag reflex I swallowed hard, milking him. He cursed and shoved deeper.
Gonna feed you soon. You ready to swallow this load?
I nodded as best I could with my mouth full, eyes locked on his. He pulled out just long enough for me to suck in air, strings of spit connecting my lips to his cock, then rammed back in. His balls slapped my chin. My throat made obscene, wet sounds with every thrust. I reached up and cupped them, rolling them in my palm while I sucked.
Marcuss rhythm broke. He shoved all the way in and held me there. I felt the first thick pulse hit the back of my throat. Hot, heavy ropes of cum flooded my mouth. I swallowed fast, throat working, but more kept coming. Some leaked out the corner of my lips.
He pulled back halfway and stroked the rest across my tongue so I could taste every drop before I gulped it down.
Swallow it all, boy. Every fucking drop.
I did. I licked him clean, sucking the last beads from the slit, then sat back on my heels, breathing hard, mouth shiny with spit and cum. Marcus wasnt done. He hauled me up, spun me around, and bent me over the padded bench. My pants hit the floor. He spat on my hole, rubbed the head of his cock against it, and pushed in. The stretch burned in the best way. I pushed back, taking every inch until his hips met my ass.
He fucked me hard, one hand on my shoulder, the other reaching around to feed his fingers into my mouth. I sucked them like Id sucked his cock, tasting the salt of his skin while he pounded me. Every thrust shoved me forward. My own cock leaked onto the bench. When he came again he stayed buried deep, grinding, pumping another load into me. I clenched around him, milking it, already thinking about the next time Id be on my knees swallowing that black cock again.
Marcus pulled out slow. Cum trickled down my thigh. He turned me around, pushed me back to my knees, and offered his softening dick for one last cleaning. I licked him gently, thorough, until he was spotless. Then he zipped up, gave my face a light slap, and left me there, throat raw, ass used, mouth still tasting him.
I stayed on the floor a minute longer, breathing, already hard again. The door opened. Another guy stepped in, already hard. Bigger. Darker. I looked up, licked my lips, and opened my mouth.
Round two.
