I walked into the dimly lit bar looking for exactly what I got that night. My eyes locked on Marcus the second he stepped in tall, broad, skin like dark chocolate, and that bulge in his jeans already hinting at something massive. We skipped the small talk after the first drink. He grabbed my wrist and said, You want this cock down your throat, dont you? I nodded like a starving man.
Back at his apartment he didnt waste time. Pants hit the floor and there it was that thick, veiny black cock hanging heavy, already half-hard and leaking. I dropped to my knees without being told. The head alone was bigger than my fist, the shaft long enough that both my hands couldnt cover it. I wrapped my lips around the tip and tasted the first salty bead of pre-cum. Marcus groaned low and pushed forward, feeding me inch after inch until my jaw ached and my throat opened up.
I sucked hard, cheeks hollowing, spit running down my chin onto his balls. He grabbed the back of my head and started fucking my face in steady strokes. Thats it, take that big black cock. Suck it like you mean it. Every time he pulled back I chased it, tongue swirling under the head, slurping loud and wet. My own dick was throbbing untouched in my jeans.
He pulled out and slapped the heavy length across my face, leaving streaks of spit and pre-cum on my cheeks. Open wide. I did. He pushed back in deeper, hitting the back of my throat until I gagged and tears ran down my face. I loved every second. My hands gripped his muscular thighs while he used my mouth like a toy. When he was fully hard he was massive, veins pulsing, balls tight and full.
Marcus pulled me up, spun me around, and bent me over the arm of the couch.
He ripped my jeans down and spit on my hole. One thick finger pushed inside, then two, stretching me while he stroked that monster cock with his free hand. Youre gonna take every inch after you finish sucking me dry, he growled.
I dropped back to my knees and went at it again, this time with purpose. I bobbed fast, one hand twisting at the base, the other cupping those heavy cum-filled balls. I could feel them tightening. His breathing changed. Fuck, here it comes. He held my head still and unloaded straight down my throat. Thick, hot ropes of cum flooded my mouth, so much I couldnt swallow fast enough. It spilled out the corners of my lips and ran down my chin onto my chest. I kept sucking, milking every drop until he twitched and pulled back.
He wasnt done. He flipped me onto the bed, spread my legs, and pushed that still-hard cock against my hole. With the cum still coating my tongue I begged for it. He sank in slow, stretching me wide, then fucked me deep and rough. Every thrust made my own cock leak onto my stomach. When he came again it was inside me, hot and endless, filling me up until it leaked out around his shaft.
We lay there catching our breath, his big hand resting on my chest. I rolled over and took him in my mouth one more time, cleaning the mix of cum and lube off that thick black cock until it started to soften. Marcus smiled down at me. Youre a good little cock sucker. Come back tomorrow and Ill fill you up again.
I already knew I would.
