Darius stepped out the corner store with a 40 in his bag and his dick already half hard from the way the new nigga on the block had been eyeing him all week. Tyrone was posted up on the steps, sagging jeans low, chain glinting, black skin shining under the streetlight like he’d just come from a fight. He wasn’t smiling. He just nodded once and said, “You got that loud?”
They ended up in the abandoned building two blocks down, door kicked in, graffiti on every wall. Tyrone locked the rusted metal door behind them and turned around, already pulling his shirt off. “Ain’t no talking. You here to suck or you wasting my time?”
Darius dropped to his knees on the dirty concrete without answering. Tyrone’s dick was thick and dark, veins standing out, head already leaking. Darius wrapped his lips around it and sucked hard, no teasing. Tyrone grabbed the back of his head and fucked his throat in one rough push. “Yeah, that’s it, nigga. Choke on it.”
Spit ran down Darius’s chin while Tyrone used his mouth like a pussy. Every thrust made Darius’s own dick throb against his zipper. He reached down and freed it, stroking slow while Tyrone fed him every inch. When Tyrone pulled out, strings of spit connected his dick to Darius’s lips.
“Turn the fuck around,” Tyrone said. He yanked Darius’s jeans down to his thighs and spat on his hole once, twice. Two thick fingers pushed in without warning. Darius grunted but pushed back, taking them. “Tight ass. You been saving this for a real nigga?”
Tyrone lined up and shoved his dick in deep on the first stroke. Darius’s hands slapped the wall. The stretch burned good. Tyrone didn’t wait; he started pounding, balls slapping, the sound echoing in the empty room. Every thrust knocked Darius forward. Tyrone grabbed his hips and dragged him back, fucking harder. “Take that dick. Say you love it.”
“Fuck, I love it,” Darius growled, voice raw.
Tyrone reached around and jerked Darius’s dick in time with his strokes. Pre-cum smeared his fist. He pulled out, flipped Darius onto his back on an old mattress, and shoved back in. Missionary let him watch Darius’s face while he drilled deep, hitting that spot that made Darius’s toes curl. Sweat dripped from Tyrone’s chest onto Darius’s stomach.
They switched again. Tyrone sat on the mattress and pulled Darius onto his lap. Darius rode him, ass bouncing, thighs burning. Tyrone slapped his ass hard, leaving handprints. “Faster, bitch. Show me what that hole do.”
Darius slammed down again and again until his legs shook. Tyrone took over, thrusting up from below, dick punching deep. He wrapped a hand around Darius’s throat and squeezed just enough. “You gonna nut on this dick?”
Darius came first, shooting thick ropes across Tyrone’s abs without touching himself. His hole clenched tight. Tyrone kept fucking through it, then pulled out, stood up, and stroked fast. “Open your mouth.” Hot cum landed on Darius’s tongue, his lips, his chin. Tyrone rubbed the head across his face, smearing it.
They stayed like that for a minute, breathing hard, the smell of sweat and cum thick in the air. Tyrone finally pulled his jeans up. “Same time tomorrow.
Don’t be late.”
Darius wiped his mouth with the back of his hand and grinned. “Bring more lube next time, nigga. You tore that shit up.”
Tyrone laughed low, already heading for the door. “You’ll take it dry and like it.”
