Marcus spotted Jamal at the gym showers, water streaming over his dark skin, that thick black cock hanging heavy between his legs. No small talk needed. Marcus walked right up, grabbed Jamal's dick, and said, "You gonna let me suck this big black cock or what?"
Jamal grinned, pushed Marcus to his knees on the wet tile. "Open wide, boy." Marcus took the head in his mouth, tongue working the underside while Jamal grew rock hard, stretching his lips wide. He sucked deep, gagging as the shaft hit the back of his throat, spit running down his chin. Jamal thrust slow at first, then harder, fucking Marcus's face with steady strokes.
"Damn, you take black dick good," Jamal growled, pulling out and slapping his wet cock across Marcus's face. He hauled Marcus up, bent him over the bench, and spread his ass cheeks. One thick finger pushed inside, then two, stretching him open while Marcus pushed back, hungry for more.
Jamal spat on his cock and lined up. The head pressed against Marcus's hole, then popped in. Marcus groaned loud as inch after thick inch sank deep. Jamal didn't stop until his balls rested against Marcus's ass. He pulled back and slammed in again, setting a hard rhythm that made Marcus's whole body jerk with every thrust.
"Fuck me harder," Marcus demanded. Jamal obliged, gripping his hips and pounding that tight hole, the sound of skin slapping echoing off the tiles. Sweat mixed with shower water. Jamal reached around, stroking Marcus's leaking cock in time with his thrusts.
They switched positions. Marcus rode Jamal on the bench, sinking down on that fat black dick over and over, ass clenching tight. Jamal bucked up to meet him, driving deeper each time. Marcus came first, shooting across Jamal's stomach while his hole spasmed around the cock still buried inside him.
Jamal flipped him onto his back, legs over his shoulders, and fucked him through the aftershocks. He pounded without mercy until his balls tightened and he unloaded deep, flooding Marcus's ass with hot cum. He kept thrusting through it, pushing every drop inside.
They didn't stop there. Jamal pulled out, watched his load leak out, then shoved two fingers back in to work it around. Marcus sucked him clean, tasting the mix of cum and sweat. They moved to the locker room, Jamal bending Marcus over a row of lockers for round two, this time slower but just as deep, every stroke deliberate and filthy.
By the end Marcus's legs shook and his hole felt used and slick. Jamal left him with a final hard slap on the ass and the words, "Come back tomorrow for more black dick." Marcus already knew he would.
