I logged onto the gay black sex story website at 2 a.m. horny as hell and looking for something nasty. The first story that popped up was about two thick black dudes going at it raw, and it hit me right in the gut. I pulled my dick out and started stroking while I read every filthy detail.
Jamal had just finished his shift at the warehouse when he spotted Marcus in the locker room. Both of them were built like linebackers, dark skin glistening with sweat, arms covered in veins. Marcus was bent over tying his boots, ass cheeks flexing in those thin gym shorts. Jamal felt his own cock twitch and thicken fast.
Fuck, you always this fine after work? Jamal said, voice low and rough.
Marcus looked up, grinned, and stood. You been staring at my ass all week, nigga. You finally gonna do something about it?
Jamal didnt answer with words. He stepped in, grabbed Marcus by the back of the neck, and shoved his tongue down his throat. Their lips smacked loud. Hands roamed. Jamal squeezed those heavy pecs, then slid down to grip two handfuls of thick ass. Marcus pushed back against him, grinding his own hard dick against Jamals thigh.
Get those shorts off, Jamal growled.
Marcus shoved them down. His cock sprang out, long, veiny, and dark, already leaking. Jamal dropped to his knees right there on the dirty locker room floor and swallowed it whole. He sucked loud and sloppy, spit running down Marcuss balls while he bobbed his head. Marcus grabbed Jamals head and started fucking his throat.
Yeah, suck that dick. Take it all the way down.
Jamal gagged but didnt pull off. He reached around and spread Marcuss ass, rubbing a thick finger over his hole. Marcus moaned and pushed back on it. Jamal spit on his finger and shoved it inside, working that tight ring open while he kept sucking.
They moved to the bench. Marcus got on all fours, back arched, ass up. Jamal spit on his hole and rubbed the head of his fat cock against it. He was thick, the kind of dick that stretched a man wide. He pushed in slow at first, then slammed the rest of the way home.
Fuck! Marcus grunted. That dick is big as fuck.
Jamal didnt go easy. He started pounding, skin slapping loud against skin. His heavy balls swung and smacked Marcuss ass with every thrust. Sweat dripped off both of them. Jamal reached around and jerked Marcuss cock while he fucked him deep.
Take this dick, Jamal snarled. You been wanting this black cock all week.
Marcus pushed back, meeting every stroke. Harder, nigga. Fuck me like you mean it.
Jamal grabbed his hips and went savage, hips snapping, dick driving in balls-deep again and again. The bench creaked under them. Marcuss hole clenched tight around him.
Jamal felt his nuts tighten.
He pulled out, flipped Marcus onto his back, and shoved back in. Now he could watch that pretty face twist while he drilled him. He wrapped a hand around Marcuss throat and squeezed just enough while he fucked.
Gonna nut in this ass, Jamal warned.
Do it. Fill me up.
Jamal slammed in one last time and unloaded, thick ropes of cum pumping deep inside Marcuss guts. Marcus jerked himself fast and shot all over his own stomach, cum splashing up to his chest. They stayed locked together, breathing hard, cum leaking out around Jamals still-throbbing dick.
Afterward they showered together, soaping each other up and going another round under the hot water. Marcus bent over again, and Jamal fucked him slower this time, fingers digging into his hips while warm water ran down their bodies.
I came hard reading that story, cum shooting across my stomach. I bookmarked the gay black sex story website right then. I knew Id be back every night looking for more raw shit just like that.
