The bar was loud but the second that tall black guy walked in, everything else faded. He was built thick, dark skin gleaming under the lights, and he locked eyes with me across the room like he already knew what he wanted. I was the white guy in the corner nursing a beer, and when he came over and said "You looking for some dick tonight?" I didn't waste time saying yes.
We didn't even finish our drinks. He grabbed my arm and pulled me out to his truck. The drive to his place was short and silent except for him rubbing his hand over the bulge in his jeans. "You ever had black cock before?" he asked. I shook my head. "Good. Gonna stretch that white ass wide."
Inside his apartment he shoved me against the wall and kissed me hard, tongue pushing deep while his hands yanked my shirt off. He dropped his pants and his cock sprang out, heavy, veined, and already half-hard, thick as my wrist and darker than the rest of him. "Suck it," he ordered.
I dropped to my knees and opened my mouth. The head alone filled it. I licked around the ridge, tasting salt and skin, then tried to take more. He grabbed my head and pushed in deeper, fucking my throat slow at first then faster. "That's it, white boy. Choke on that BBC." Spit ran down my chin. My own cock was throbbing in my pants.
He pulled me up, spun me around, and bent me over the arm of his couch. My jeans hit the floor. He spread my cheeks and spat on my hole, rubbing the head of his cock against it. "Gonna fuck you raw. You want that?" I nodded and pushed back. He pressed forward and the burn hit fast. Inch after inch forced its way inside until his balls rested against me. I groaned loud.
He didn't give me time to adjust. He started thrusting, deep and steady, pulling almost all the way out before slamming back in. Each stroke made my hole burn and stretch. "Tight white ass taking every inch," he grunted. His hands gripped my hips hard enough to bruise. The slap of skin on skin filled the room.
He reached under and grabbed my cock, stroking it in time with his thrusts. "You gonna cum with my dick buried in you?" I could only moan. He picked up speed, pounding harder, the couch scraping across the floor. Sweat dripped off him onto my back. My hole felt wrecked and open, clenching around him every time he bottomed out.
He pulled out, flipped me onto my back on the couch, and lifted my legs over his shoulders. He slid back in even deeper this time. I watched his thick black cock disappear into my pale ass, the contrast sharp and filthy. He leaned down and kissed me again while he fucked, tongue matching the rhythm of his hips. "Say it," he growled. "Say you love this black dick."
"I love it," I gasped. "Fuck me harder." He did.
The new angle hit something inside that made my cock leak steadily. He wrapped a hand around it and jerked me fast. My balls tightened. I came hard, shooting across my stomach and chest while he kept driving into me.
He didn't stop. He used my hole until it was sloppy and loose, then pulled out and stroked himself over my face. Thick ropes of cum landed on my tongue, my lips, my cheek. "Swallow it," he said. I did, licking what I could reach.
We stayed like that for a minute, breathing heavy. Then he pulled me up and walked me to the shower. Under the hot water he soaped my sore ass and slid two fingers back inside, slow and teasing. "Round two in the bed," he said. "Gonna fill you up again."
I stayed the night. By morning my hole was puffy and used, and he sent me home with his load still inside me. I knew I'd be back for more free interracial gay sex stories coming to life.
