Marcus spotted the skinny white dude checking him out at the gym again. Tall, pale, with a tight little ass in those shorts. Name was Kyle. They’d nodded a few times, but tonight Marcus decided to push it. He walked over after his set, sweat dripping down his dark chest. “You keep staring, boy. You want this dick or what?”
Kyle’s face went red but his eyes dropped straight to the bulge in Marcus’s shorts. “Yeah. I want it.”
Marcus didn’t waste time. “My place. Ten minutes.” He gave the address and walked out. Kyle showed up right on time, nervous but hard in his jeans. Marcus opened the door shirtless, black skin gleaming, cock already half-hard down one leg. He grabbed Kyle by the neck and shoved him inside. “Strip. Now.”
Kyle peeled off his clothes fast. Marcus pushed him to his knees on the living room floor. “Suck it.” He dropped his shorts and his thick black cock sprang out, heavy, veined, already leaking. Kyle opened wide and Marcus fed it in, pushing deep until Kyle gagged. “That’s it. Choke on that BBC.” He held Kyle’s head and fucked his throat, spit running down the white boy’s chin.
Kyle’s own cock stood straight up, twitching. Marcus pulled out and slapped his wet dick across Kyle’s face. “You came here to get fucked, didn’t you? Say it.”
“I came here to get fucked by your big black cock,” Kyle said, voice hoarse.
Marcus hauled him up, spun him around, and bent him over the couch. He spread Kyle’s pale cheeks and spat on the tight pink hole. One thick finger pushed in, then two, stretching him. “Gonna wreck this white ass.” He grabbed lube, slicked his cock until it shone, and pressed the fat head against Kyle’s hole. No slow teasing. He shoved in hard, burying half his length in one thrust.
Kyle cried out, gripping the couch cushions. Marcus didn’t stop. He drove deeper, inch by inch, until his heavy balls slapped against Kyle’s ass. “Fuck, you’re tight. Taking every inch of this black dick.” He started pounding, long, rough strokes that made Kyle’s whole body jerk. The sound of skin slapping filled the room.
Marcus reached around and grabbed Kyle’s cock, stroking it in time with his thrusts. “You like getting used by a real man, huh? White boy hole stretched around BBC.” Kyle moaned and pushed back, taking it deeper. Marcus pulled out, flipped him onto his back on the floor, and hooked Kyle’s legs over his shoulders. He slammed back in, fucking him missionary so he could watch Kyle’s face while he destroyed that hole.
Sweat dripped from Marcus’s chest onto Kyle’s stomach. He leaned down and kissed him rough, tongues fighting, then bit Kyle’s lower lip. “Gonna fill you up.” His hips snapped faster, cock punching Kyle’s prostate with every thrust. Kyle’s dick leaked steadily, untouched now, just from the pounding.
Marcus pulled out again, dragged Kyle to the bedroom, and threw him on the bed face down. He mounted him from behind, spread his cheeks, and drove back inside. This angle let him go balls-deep. He grabbed Kyle’s hips and fucked him like a machine, grunting with each thrust. “Take it. Take that black cock.” Kyle’s moans turned into broken gasps. Marcus reached under and jerked him off hard. “Come on this dick.”
Kyle came first, shooting across the sheets while Marcus kept pounding through it. The clench of his hole pushed Marcus over. He buried himself to the root and unloaded, thick pulses of cum flooding Kyle’s guts. He stayed inside, grinding slow as the last drops pumped out.
They stayed like that a minute, breathing hard. Marcus finally pulled out and watched his load leak from the stretched hole. He slapped Kyle’s ass once. “Shower. Then we go again. You’re not done till I say.”
Kyle looked back over his shoulder, eyes glassy, ass still twitching. “Yes, sir.”
Marcus grinned and hauled him toward the bathroom, already getting hard again. The night was just starting.
