Jake spotted the big Black guy the second he walked into the late-night gym. Tyrone was already pumping iron, sweat shining on his dark skin, arms thick and veined, shorts stretched tight over a heavy bulge. Jake, pale and lean, felt his own cock twitch as he racked his weights nearby. No words at first, just hungry looks and the slap of iron. When Tyrone finished his set and headed for the empty locker room showers, Jake followed without thinking twice.
The showers were hot and steamy. Tyrone stood under the spray, his massive uncut cock already half-hard and hanging heavy between his legs. Jake stripped fast, his own average white dick standing straight up. Tyrone grinned, deep voice low and rough. "You staring at this big Black dick, boy? Get over here and suck it."
Jake dropped to his knees on the wet tile. Tyrone's cock was thick, veined, the head already glistening. Jake wrapped his lips around it, tasting salt and musk, stretching his mouth wide. Tyrone grabbed the back of his head and pushed deeper. "That's it, take that cock. White boys always hungry for BBC." Jake gagged but kept going, spit running down his chin as he bobbed, one hand stroking the thick shaft he couldn't fit. Tyrone groaned, hips thrusting, balls slapping Jake's chin.
After a few minutes Tyrone pulled out, spun Jake around, and bent him over the bench. "Spread those cheeks." He spat on Jake's hole and pressed the fat head against it. Jake pushed back, feeling the burn as that thick Black cock stretched him open. Inch by inch it sank in until Tyrone's heavy balls rested against him. "Fuck, tight white ass," Tyrone growled, then started pounding hard and steady. The wet slap of skin echoed off the tiles. Jake moaned loud, pushing back to meet every thrust. "Harder, give me that big dick."
Tyrone fucked him deep and dirty, one hand gripping Jake's hip, the other reaching around to stroke his leaking cock. "You love this interracial shit, don't you? Getting wrecked by a real man's cock." Jake could only grunt yes, his body shaking as Tyrone drilled his prostate. They switched positions fast, Jake on his back on the bench with legs up, Tyrone driving in balls-deep again. Sweat dripped from Tyrone's chest onto Jake's stomach. Every thrust made Jake's hole clench and his cock throb untouched.
They moved to the lockers next, Jake bent forward gripping the metal while Tyrone railed him from behind, balls swinging, dirty talk constant. "Gonna fill this white hole with cum." Jake begged for it, pushing back until Tyrone roared and unloaded, thick pulses flooding his guts. Jake came right after, shooting across the floor without a hand on his dick.
They caught their breath under the shower spray, Tyrone's softening cock still inside him. "Same time tomorrow?" Tyrone asked, pulling out slow. Jake nodded, already thinking about the next round. The gym stayed empty, the night still young, and both of them knew this was only the start of a filthy regular thing.
