Jake was twenty-two, built like a college wrestler with a tight ass and a mouth that looked made for trouble. Hed been living back home after dropping out, bored as hell until his dads old buddy Marcus came over one night for drinks. Marcus was forty-five, six-foot-four, skin like dark chocolate, and packed like a fucking horse. Jake couldnt stop staring at the thick bulge in Marcuss jeans every time the man shifted on the couch.
After his dad passed out drunk in the recliner, Jake followed Marcus to the kitchen for another beer. You keep looking at my dick like you want to taste it, Marcus said flat out, voice low and rough. Jakes face burned but he didnt deny it. Maybe I do.
Marcus didnt waste time. He unzipped right there, pulled out a heavy black cock already half-hard and thicker than Jakes wrist. On your knees, boy. Show me what that pretty mouth can do.
Jake dropped fast, lips stretching wide around the fat head. The taste was musky and strong; he gagged when Marcus pushed deeper, but he didnt pull back. Spit ran down his chin while Marcus fed him inch after inch, one big hand gripping Jakes hair. Thats it, take that black cock. Your dads asleep ten feet away and youre choking on my dick like a cheap whore.
Jakes own cock was leaking in his shorts. He sucked harder, tongue working the underside, until Marcus pulled him off and spun him around. Pants yanked down, ass exposed, Marcus spat on his hole and rubbed the slick head of his cock against it. You ever take black dick before, son?
No, Jake breathed. Do it anyway.
Marcus pushed in slow but relentless.
The stretch burned like fire; Jakes hole clenched and opened around that massive shaft until his ass was full, balls-deep. Marcus started fucking him right there against the counter, hard, steady strokes that made Jakes cheeks clap and his prostate light up. Every thrust punched a grunt out of him.
Fuck, youre tight, Marcus growled, pounding deeper. Gonna ruin this hole for anything smaller. He reached around and jerked Jakes cock in time with his thrusts, rough and fast. Jake came first, shooting across the cabinet doors with a broken moan. Marcus kept going, using the clenching hole until he buried himself and unloaded, thick ropes of cum flooding Jakes guts.
They didnt stop there. Marcus dragged him to the garage, bent him over the workbench, and fucked him again, this time slower and dirtier, making Jake beg for every inch. Tell me whose cock you want, Marcus ordered, balls slapping against Jakes ass. Yours, Jake gasped. Want your black cock every night.
By the time they finished, Jakes hole was swollen, leaking cum down his thighs, and he knew hed be back for more. Marcus just smirked, wiped his dick on Jakes shirt, and said, Good boy. Next time Im bringing a friend.
