Jake spotted him the second he walked into the locker room. Tyrone was six-foot-three, dark skin glistening with sweat, his shorts barely containing the thick bulge that swung with every step. Jake had heard the rumors around the gym about that black cock, how it stretched guys out and left them begging.
Tonight, he was done hearing stories. He wanted the real thing.
Tyrone caught him staring and smirked. "You got a problem, white boy?" His voice was deep, rough.
Jake didn't back down. "No problem. Just wondering if those stories are true."
Tyrone stepped closer, the scent of his musk hitting Jake hard. "Only one way to find out. Follow me."
They slipped into the empty sauna. Tyrone dropped his shorts right there. His black cock hung heavy, already half-hard, thick as Jake's wrist and longer than any dick he'd seen. Veins pulsed along the shaft, the head fat and dark. "On your knees," Tyrone ordered.
Jake hit the floor fast. He wrapped both hands around that black cock and still couldn't cover it. His tongue licked the head, tasting salt and precum. Tyrone grabbed the back of his head and pushed forward. "Suck it proper."
Jake opened wide and took as much as he could. The cock stretched his mouth, hitting the back of his throat. He gagged but kept going, drool running down his chin as Tyrone fucked his face in steady thrusts. "That's it, choke on that black dick," Tyrone growled. Jake's own cock throbbed untouched in his shorts.
After a few minutes Tyrone pulled out. "Strip and bend over the bench."
Jake obeyed, kicking off his clothes. Tyrone spat on his hole and rubbed that massive cockhead against it. "This is gonna hurt at first. Then you'll love it."
He pushed in slow but relentless. Jake groaned loud as his ass opened around the thick black cock. Inch by inch it sank deeper, stretching him wide. Tyrone bottomed out and held still. "Feel that? That's a real man's dick owning your hole."
Then he started fucking. Hard, direct strokes that slapped skin and made Jake's body jolt. Every thrust went deep, pounding his prostate until Jake was leaking cum onto the bench without touching himself. "Fuck me harder," Jake begged. Tyrone obliged, gripping his hips and slamming in faster. The sauna filled with wet sounds and grunts.
Tyrone flipped him onto his back, legs up. He drove back inside, eyes locked on Jake's. "You wanted black cock stories? Now you're living one." He fucked him through two loads, pulling out only to shoot thick ropes across Jake's chest and face before shoving back in for more.
By the time they finished, Jake's ass was wrecked and dripping. Tyrone pulled him up. "Same time tomorrow. Bring a friend if you want to share the stories."
