I walked into the gym late that night thinking Id just hit the weights and head home. The place was empty except for one guy in the corner lifting like a machine. Big black dude, muscles stacked, sweat shining on his dark skin. He caught me looking and smirked.
Spot me, he said, voice low and rough.
I shouldve said no. Instead I stepped up. Next thing I know his hand is on my shoulder, pushing me down to my knees right there on the rubber mats. You been staring at this dick all night, he growled. He yanked his shorts down and out flopped the biggest cock Id ever seen. Thick, veiny, already half hard and swinging heavy.
Open up.
I shook my head. I aint gay, man.
He didnt argue. He just grabbed the back of my head and shoved that fat black cock between my lips. It stretched my mouth wide, the head already leaking salty precum. I gagged but he held me there, hips rolling slow and deep until my nose was buried in his trimmed pubes. Suck it like you mean it or Ill make it worse.
My eyes watered. I started bobbing because I had no choice. The taste was strong, musky, and every time I tried to pull back he thrust forward harder. Spit ran down my chin. He laughed low. Look at you. Straight boy choking on BBC already.
He pulled out, strings of spit connecting my lips to that shiny cockhead, then hauled me up and bent me over the weight bench. My shorts were ripped down in one yank. A thick finger shoved into my ass without warning, then two. I hissed at the burn.
Relax or itll hurt more, he said, lining that massive dick up against my hole. He pushed. The pressure was insane. My rim stretched and stretched until the head popped inside with a wet sound. I groaned loud, half pain, half something else. He didnt stop. Inch after thick inch sank into me until his heavy balls rested against mine.
He started fucking. Hard, deep strokes that made the bench creak. Every thrust knocked the air out of me. Take that black cock, he grunted. Youre my bitch now. His hands gripped my hips bruising tight. The slap of skin on skin echoed in the empty gym.
My own dick was rock hard and dripping against the bench even though I kept telling myself I didnt want it. He reached under and stroked me in time with his thrusts. See? Your body knows what it needs.
He flipped me onto my back, hooked my legs over his shoulders, and drove back in. The angle made his cock grind right against my prostate. Sparks shot up my spine. I stopped fighting and started pushing back, meeting every thrust. He grinned like hed won. Thats it. Beg for it.
Fuck me, I heard myself say. Harder.
He did. Pounded me until I was shaking, until my untouched cock erupted all over my stomach without a hand on it. He kept going, using my hole until his rhythm broke and he buried himself balls-deep, flooding me with hot, thick cum. I felt every pulse.
When he finally pulled out, cum leaked down my crack onto the bench. He wiped his cock across my lips. Clean it.
I licked him clean like a good slut.
He left me there wrecked and leaking, but I knew Id be back the next night.
