Marcus slammed the gym locker shut, sweat still dripping down his broad black chest. The place was empty except for Jamal, the tall, muscular dude from the weights section who'd been eyeing him all night. Both of them were built like tanks, dark skin glistening under the harsh lights, thick cocks already half-hard in their shorts from the tension.
"You been staring at my ass all workout," Jamal growled, stepping close. His voice was low and filthy. "Time to do something about it."
Marcus didn't waste words. He grabbed Jamal by the neck and shoved him against the lockers. Their mouths crashed together, tongues fighting as hands ripped at clothes. Jamal's shorts hit the floor first, freeing a massive black cock, veiny and throbbing, already leaking precum. Marcus dropped to his knees and swallowed it in one greedy motion.
"Fuck yeah, suck that dick," Jamal hissed, thrusting deep into Marcus's throat. Marcus gagged but took it, lips stretched wide around the thick shaft. Spit ran down his chin as he bobbed hard, one hand stroking the base while the other squeezed Jamal's heavy balls. The wet sounds echoed off the tiles.
Jamal pulled out and flipped Marcus around, yanking his shorts down. He spat on Marcus's tight hole and shoved two fingers in without warning. "This ass is mine tonight." Marcus groaned and pushed back, riding the fingers as Jamal worked them in and out, stretching him rough and fast.
Then came the cock. Jamal lined up and slammed in balls-deep in one thrust. Marcus cursed loud, the burn mixing with pure pleasure as that huge dick filled him. Jamal didn't ease up. He pounded hard, hips slapping against Marcus's ass with every brutal stroke. Skin on skin, the slap of flesh loud and nasty.
"Take it, bitch," Jamal snarled, gripping Marcus's hips and railing him against the lockers. Marcus's own cock swung heavy between his legs, dripping onto the floor. Every thrust hit his prostate dead-on, making him moan like a whore.
They switched positions fast. Marcus bent Jamal over a bench and drove into him next, burying his own thick black cock in that tight hole. He fucked like a machine, deep and relentless, sweat flying. Jamal reached back and spread his cheeks wider, begging for more. "Deeper, fuck me harder."
Marcus obliged, pounding until Jamal's legs shook. They switched again, this time Marcus on his back on the bench, legs up, taking Jamal's cock in missionary.
Jamal leaned in and they kissed messy while he fucked, balls slapping Marcus's ass. Pre-cum and spit slicked everything.
The pace stayed raw and direct. No slow teasing, just hard, sweaty fucking. Jamal flipped Marcus onto all fours again and railed him from behind, one hand yanking his head back by the hair. "Gonna fill this hole." Marcus pushed back, taking every inch until Jamal roared and unloaded, hot cum flooding deep inside.
Marcus jerked his own cock and shot across the bench, ropes of thick cum splattering. They stayed locked together, breathing heavy, cum leaking out around Jamal's still-hard dick.
"Round two in the showers," Jamal said, already pulling Marcus up. The night was just starting.
