Mark slammed the door behind them, the hotel room reeking of sweat and cheap cologne. His son Jake stood there, 22 and already hard in his jeans, eyes locked on the massive Black man waiting on the bed. Tyrone was naked, thick black cock hanging heavy between his thighs, veins pulsing. "Strip," Tyrone ordered, voice low and rough. Mark yanked his shirt off first, then shoved Jake's pants down. Both their white cocks sprang out, smaller, twitching next to what Tyrone had.
"On your knees, both of you. Show me how much you father and son love black cock."
Jake dropped first, mouth open wide. Tyrone fed him the head, stretching his lips. Mark watched his own boy gag on that dark meat, spit running down his chin. Then Mark leaned in, tongue licking the shaft where Jake couldn't reach. They worked it together, tongues sliding over each other and that hot black skin, tasting sweat and precum. Tyrone groaned and pushed deeper, fucking Jake's throat while Mark sucked the balls, heavy and full.
"Turn around," Tyrone said. He bent Jake over the bed, spit on his hole, and shoved in. Jake cried out, back arching as that thick black cock split him open. Mark stroked himself, watching his son's ass get pounded raw. "Your turn, dad," Tyrone growled after a few minutes. He pulled out, slick with Jake's spit and lube, and drove into Mark next. Mark grunted, feeling every inch stretch his guts, his son right there watching, jerking off. They switched back and forth, Tyrone using them both, filling one then the other.
Jake came first, shooting across the sheets while Tyrone hammered his prostate. Mark followed, clenching around that black cock until Tyrone flooded his ass, hot cum pumping deep. They collapsed together, father and son licking Tyrone clean, sharing the taste, already hungry for the next round.
