I spotted him across the crowded bar, a tall black dude with broad shoulders and dark skin that caught the low lights. He was built like he lifted heavy every day, and his eyes locked on mine like he already knew what I wanted. I walked straight over, no bullshit.
"You look like you need a thick cock in your mouth," he said, voice low and rough. No hello, just straight to it.
I grinned. "Your place or mine?"
We ended up at his apartment two blocks away. The door barely shut before he shoved me against the wall. His hands ripped my shirt open, buttons flying. He grabbed my face and kissed me hard, tongue pushing deep while his other hand squeezed my ass through my jeans. I felt his dick already hard and massive against my thigh, way bigger than anything I'd taken before.
"Get on your knees, white boy," he ordered. I dropped fast. He unzipped and pulled out that fat black cock, veiny and dark, balls heavy underneath. It was easily nine inches and thick as my wrist. Precum leaked from the head. I opened up and he fed it to me, pushing past my lips until it hit the back of my throat.
I gagged but kept sucking, spit running down my chin. He grabbed my hair and fucked my face, hips thrusting steady. "That's it, choke on that BBC. You love this black dick, don't you?" I moaned around it, my own cock straining in my pants. He pulled out, slapped my face with the wet shaft, then shoved back in deeper.
After a few minutes he hauled me up and bent me over the couch. My jeans hit the floor. He spat on my hole and rubbed that huge head against it. "Beg for it."
"Fuck me," I said. "Shove that black cock in my ass."
He pushed in slow at first, stretching me wide. It burned, but I pushed back, taking more. Inch by inch he filled me until his balls pressed against mine. Then he started pounding, hard and deep, the sound of skin slapping filling the room. Every thrust hit my prostate and made my dick leak.
He reached around and jerked me off rough while he railed my hole. "Take every inch, slut. Your tight white ass was made for this." I grunted and moaned, pushing back to meet every slam. Sweat dripped off us.
He switched angles, hitting new spots that had me seeing stars.
We moved to the bed. He flipped me on my back, legs over his shoulders, and drove in even harder. His abs flexed, muscles shining. I watched that thick black shaft disappear into me again and again. He leaned down and bit my neck, sucking marks while he fucked.
"Flip over," he growled. Doggy style this time, face down in the sheets. He spread my cheeks and spit on my hole again before slamming back home. One hand pinned my neck, the other smacked my ass red. The dirty talk kept coming. "Gonna breed this hole. Fill you up with cum."
I reached back and spread myself wider for him. He went faster, balls slapping, the bed creaking. My cock rubbed against the mattress until I couldn't hold it. I came hard, shooting ropes across the sheets without touching myself. My ass clenched tight around him.
That pushed him over. He buried deep and unloaded, hot cum flooding my guts in thick pulses. He kept thrusting through it, pushing his load deeper. When he finally pulled out, cum leaked down my thighs. He wiped some on my lips and I licked it off.
We didn't stop there. After a quick water break he was hard again and I rode him, bouncing on that cock until my legs shook. He flipped us and fucked me missionary, staring down while he used my hole. Another load went down my throat this time, thick and salty.
By the end we were both wrecked, breathing heavy on the bed. My ass felt wrecked and full, exactly what I'd come for. He slapped my thigh. "Come back tomorrow if you want more."
I already knew I would.
