Jake was twenty-one and horny as hell when he finally stopped pretending. He’d been jerking off to big black dick for months, watching those thick cocks stretch tight white holes until the bottom was moaning like a slut. Tonight he was done watching. He met Marcus at the bar, a tall, muscular guy with dark skin and a bulge that already looked obscene in his jeans.
They didn’t waste time with small talk. Marcus grabbed Jake’s ass hard right there in the hallway and growled, “You want this black cock, boy?” Jake nodded, already hard. They went straight to Marcus’s apartment. The second the door shut, Marcus shoved Jake to his knees.
“Pull it out,” Marcus ordered. Jake’s hands shook as he unzipped the jeans. The cock that sprang free was massive—thick, veiny, and already half-hard.
It was the biggest dick Jake had ever seen up close. He wrapped both hands around it and started stroking, feeling it swell to full size.
“Suck it,” Marcus said. Jake opened his mouth and took the head in. It was hot and salty. He worked his tongue around the crown, then pushed forward, taking more. Marcus grabbed the back of his head and thrust deeper. Jake gagged but didn’t pull away. He wanted it. He wanted to be used.
Marcus fucked his throat slow and deep at first, then harder. Spit ran down Jake’s chin. Every time the cock hit the back of his throat, Jake’s own dick throbbed in his pants. After a few minutes Marcus pulled out and hauled Jake up.
“Strip and bend over the couch.” Jake obeyed fast, kicking off his clothes. He leaned over the armrest, ass up, hole already twitching. Marcus spat on his fingers and rubbed them over Jake’s entrance, then pushed two inside. Jake groaned at the stretch.
“Fuck, you’re tight,” Marcus said, working his fingers in and out. “Gonna open you up for this dick.” He added a third finger, scissoring them until Jake was pushing back, begging.
“Please, fuck me. I need that black cock.”
Marcus lined up and pressed the fat head against Jake’s hole. He pushed steadily. The burn was intense, but Jake breathed through it and took it. Inch by inch the thick shaft sank into him until Marcus’s heavy balls rested against his ass. Jake felt stuffed full, stretched wide around that massive cock.
Marcus started fucking him with long, hard strokes. Each thrust knocked the breath out of Jake. The slap of skin on skin was loud. Marcus gripped Jake’s hips and pounded harder, driving deep every time. Jake’s moans turned into desperate whimpers. His own cock leaked onto the couch cushion.
“Take it, boy,” Marcus grunted. “Take every inch of that black dick.” He reached around and stroked Jake’s cock in time with his thrusts. Jake came first, shooting hard across the fabric while his ass clenched around Marcus. Marcus didn’t stop. He kept fucking through the spasms until his own orgasm hit. He buried himself to the hilt and unloaded, flooding Jake’s hole with hot cum.
They stayed locked together for a minute, both breathing hard. When Marcus finally pulled out, Jake felt the thick load start to leak down his thighs. He was shaking, sore, and already wanting more.
Marcus slapped his ass. “Clean up and come back next week. I got friends who’ll want a turn too.”
Jake smiled, already planning to return. He’d finally taken black cock, and there was no going back.
