I spotted him across the bar, this huge black man built like a linebacker, thick arms straining his shirt, bald head shining under the lights. He caught me staring and smirked, waving me over with one finger like he already owned me. I walked up, heart pounding, and he introduced himself as Marcus. "You looking for a daddy tonight, boy?" he asked, voice low and rough. I nodded, and ten minutes later we were in his truck heading to his place.
The second the door closed he grabbed me by the neck and shoved me against the wall. "Strip," he ordered. I peeled off my clothes fast while he watched, his eyes dark with hunger. He dropped his pants and that thick black cock sprang out, heavy, veined, already half-hard and longer than anything I'd taken before. "On your knees," he said. I dropped and opened my mouth. Marcus fed me that dick slow at first, letting me taste the salt and musk, then he gripped my head and started fucking my throat deep. Spit ran down my chin as he thrust, balls slapping my jaw. "Good boy, take daddy's cock," he growled.
He pulled out and hauled me to the bedroom, bending me over the edge of the bed. His big hands spread my ass cheeks wide. One thick finger pushed inside me, then two, working me open with lube while he stroked his cock.
"This white ass is mine tonight," he said, voice filthy. He lined up and shoved in, one hard thrust that made me yell. That massive dick stretched me full, burning and perfect. Marcus didn't wait. He started pounding, hips slamming against my ass, each stroke driving deeper. The bed creaked loud under us. Sweat dripped off him onto my back. He reached around and jerked my cock in time with his thrusts, rough and fast.
I came first, shooting across the sheets while he kept fucking me through it. Marcus flipped me onto my back, lifted my legs over his shoulders, and drove back in. His face was inches from mine, eyes locked on me as he railed my hole harder. "Tell daddy you want that load," he demanded. "Fill me up, daddy," I begged. He grunted, slammed in balls-deep, and unloaded, hot cum pulsing deep inside me. He stayed buried, grinding slow until every drop was in.
We rested a few minutes, then he pulled out, flipped me again, and pushed back inside for round two. This time it was slower but still raw, his thick cock sliding through his own cum. He talked the whole time, calling me his boy, his slut, telling me how tight my ass felt around his black dick. I came again just from the pounding. When he finished the second time he pulled out and made me lick him clean, sucking every trace of cum and lube off his softening cock.
Later we showered together. He soaped me up, fingers sliding back into my sore ass, and I knew we weren't done. By morning my hole was wrecked, my voice hoarse from moaning, and Marcus had claimed every inch of me exactly the way I needed. He kissed the back of my neck before I left and said, "Come back next weekend, boy. Daddy's not finished with you." I already knew I would.
