Mark spotted him across the bar right away. Tall, broad shoulders, dark skin gleaming under the low lights, and a thick bulge that strained his jeans. Mark's mouth went dry. He was white, 32, and had spent months jerking off to exactly this fantasy: taking a big black cock deep in his ass. Tonight he was going to make it real.
He bought the guy a drink and introduced himself. "I'm Mark. You look like you could wreck a tight hole."
The man grinned, teeth flashing. "Darius. And yeah, I can. You offering that white ass?"
They didn't waste time. Twenty minutes later they were in Darius's apartment, door barely shut before Mark was on his knees. He yanked down Darius's jeans and stared at the heavy black cock that sprang free. It was long, thick, veined, and already half-hard. Mark wrapped his hand around it, feeling the weight, then opened wide and sucked the head in.
"Fuck yeah, suck that black dick," Darius growled, grabbing Mark's hair. Mark bobbed his head, drooling down the shaft, taking more each time. His own cock strained in his pants. He gagged when Darius pushed deeper but didn't pull back. He wanted it rough.
Darius stripped him fast, bent him over the couch, and spread his cheeks. A thick finger pushed into Mark's hole without lube at first, just spit. Mark hissed at the burn but pushed back. "More. Stretch me for that cock."
Darius worked two fingers in, then three, twisting and scissoring until Mark's ass was slick and open. He spat on his palm, slicked his cock, and pressed the fat head against Mark's hole. "You ready to take this black cock, white boy?"
"Do it. Fuck me."
The first push hurt like hell. Darius was massive. Mark's ring stretched wide, burning, then gave way. Inch after thick inch sank in until Darius bottomed out, balls pressed tight to Mark's ass. Mark groaned, half pain, half pure filthy pleasure.
Darius didn't wait. He pulled back and slammed in hard. The slap of skin on skin filled the room. Mark braced on the couch, getting pounded deep. Every thrust nailed his prostate and made his own cock leak onto the floor. "Harder," he begged. "Use that white ass."
Darius grabbed his hips and went brutal. Long, deep strokes that made Mark's hole grip and flutter. Sweat dripped down his back. Darius reached around and stroked Mark's cock in time with his thrusts. "Tight fucking hole. Taking every inch like you were made for black dick."
They switched positions. Darius sat on the couch and pulled Mark onto his lap. Mark sank down slowly, feeling that thick cock split him open again. He rode it, bouncing, ass cheeks slapping against Darius's thighs. His own cock bobbed and dripped. Darius sucked one of Mark's nipples hard while thrusting up to meet him.
Mark came first, untouched except for the pounding on his prostate. Thick ropes shot across Darius's stomach while his ass clenched tight. Darius groaned and kept fucking through the spasms. A minute later he pulled Mark off, shoved him to his knees, and painted his face and open mouth with heavy spurts of cum. Mark swallowed what he could and licked the rest off his lips.
They caught their breath on the floor. Darius's cock was still half-hard, shiny with spit and cum. Mark reached for it again. "Round two?"
Darius laughed low. "White boys like you don't quit, huh?"
They moved to the bedroom. This time Darius fucked him on his back, legs pushed to his chest, cock driving straight down into his guts. Mark watched the thick black shaft disappear into his stretched hole over and over, mesmerized. He came again, messier, while Darius filled his ass with a second load.
Later, sticky and sore, Mark lay there with Darius's arm draped over him. His hole throbbed, leaking cum onto the sheets. It was exactly what he'd wanted: raw, dirty, and complete. He already knew he'd be back for more.
