Mark had just turned twenty-five when he finally stopped pretending. The apartment was small, the kind where the AC rattled and the walls were thin enough to hear the neighbors fucking. Hed been living there two months after moving out of his parents place, and every night the hunger got louder. Tonight it was unbearable. Hed been scrolling through hookup apps for an hour when the message popped up from Jamal, a thick-built Black guy with a profile that left nothing to the imagination: nine inches, cut, and looking for a hungry mouth and a tight hole. Marks cock twitched the second he read it.
They didnt waste time on small talk. Jamal showed up twenty minutes later, tall and broad, skin dark and gleaming under the hallway light. The second the door closed, Jamal grabbed Mark by the jaw and shoved him to his knees. You said you wanted black cock, boy. Open up. Marks hands shook as he yanked Jamals jeans down. The dick that sprang out was heavy, veined, already half-hard and darker than anything Mark had ever seen up close. He wrapped both hands around the shaft and still couldnt cover it all. His mouth watered.
Jamal didnt ease in. He pushed forward and fed Mark the head, then more, stretching his lips wide. Mark gagged once, spit dripping down his chin, but he didnt pull back. He wanted it. Needed it. Jamal gripped his hair and started fucking his face in short, rough thrusts. Thats it, take that dick. Sons learning how to suck real cock tonight. The word son slipped out dirty and casual, and it made Marks own cock leak in his shorts.
They moved to the couch. Jamal stripped him fast, bent him over the armrest, and spread his cheeks. Thick fingers rubbed spit over Marks hole, then pressed inside. Mark moaned loud when two fingers sank deep. Tight little hole, Jamal growled. Gonna open you up on this black dick. He lined up and pushed. The stretch burned, then bloomed into something filthy and perfect. Mark pushed back, taking inch after inch until his ass was flush against Jamals hips and he felt split open.
Jamal fucked him hard from the start. Long, deep strokes that made the couch creak and Marks breath punch out in ragged gasps. Every thrust dragged over his prostate and sent sparks up his spine. Mark reached down and jerked his own cock, but Jamal slapped his hand away. You come when I say. Right now youre just a hole for this dick. Mark whined and took it, hole clenching, body rocking with every slam.
They changed positions twice. First Jamal sat back and made Mark ride him, watching the way his pale ass swallowed that dark cock over and over. Then he flipped Mark onto his back, folded his legs up, and drilled down into him with punishing force. Sweat dripped off Jamals chest onto Marks stomach. The wet sound of skin slapping skin filled the room. Marks hole felt swollen and used, exactly the way he craved.
When Jamal finally let him come, it was with three fingers stuffed back inside him and Jamals other hand wrapped tight around his throat. Mark shot hard, ropes hitting his own chest while his ass pulsed around those thick fingers.
Jamal pulled out, stroked that massive cock twice, and painted Marks hole and balls with thick, hot cum. He rubbed it in with the head of his dick, pushing some inside.
They didnt talk much after. Jamal cleaned up, gave Mark a rough kiss on the mouth, and left. Mark stayed on the couch, ass sore, cum drying on his skin, already wondering how soon he could get that black cock again. The hunger wasnt gone. It had just been fed.
