Jake never saw it coming. One minute he was alone in the gym locker room after hours, towel around his waist, the next Tyrone was blocking the exit. The big black man stood six-five, muscles gleaming, his dark skin tight over thick arms and a chest that looked carved from stone. "Heard you talking shit about black guys in the weight room," Tyrone said, voice low and hard. "Time to shut that mouth the right way."
Jake backed up, heart pounding. "Fuck off, man. I didn't mean anything." Tyrone didn't answer with words. He grabbed Jake by the hair, yanked him forward, and shoved him to his knees on the cold tile. The towel fell away. Jake's hands came up to push, but Tyrone was stronger, way stronger. One meaty hand pinned both of Jake's wrists behind his back while the other worked open his shorts.
A heavy black cock swung out, already half-hard, thick as Jake's wrist and darker than anything he'd ever seen up close. Veins ran along the shaft like ropes. The head was broad, flared, already glistening. Tyrone slapped it across Jake's cheek, leaving a wet streak. "Open up, white boy. You're sucking this black cock tonight."
Jake clamped his mouth shut and shook his head. Tyrone laughed once, short and mean, then pinched Jake's nose shut. When Jake gasped for air, the thick head pushed past his lips. The taste hit him firstmusky, salty, skin hot and smooth. Tyrone didn't give him time to adjust. He thrust forward, driving several inches into Jake's mouth until the head bumped the back of his throat.
"Gag on it," Tyrone ordered, hips rolling. Jake's eyes watered as the cock stretched his jaw wide. Spit ran down his chin. Tyrone held the back of his head and fucked his face in short, brutal strokes, the fat shaft sliding over Jake's tongue again and again. Every time Jake tried to pull away, Tyrone yanked him deeper. "Suck it right. Use your tongue."
Jake's cheeks hollowed on instinct. He couldn't breathe through his nose. The only air came when Tyrone pulled back just enough for him to gasp before slamming in again. The black cock grew fully hard, longer and thicker than Jake thought possible. It filled his mouth completely, the head nudging into his throat on every thrust. Tyrone's heavy balls slapped against Jake's chin.
"Look at you," Tyrone growled, voice thick with lust. "Straight boy choking on black dick. Your little white cock's getting hard too." Jake hated that it was true. His own dick stood stiff between his legs, leaking onto the floor. Tyrone noticed and laughed, pushing deeper until Jake's nose pressed into the coarse hair at the base. He held him there, cutting off air, until Jake's throat convulsed around the shaft.
When Tyrone finally let him up, strings of spit connected Jake's lips to the glistening black cock. "Lick it," Tyrone demanded. Jake's tongue dragged up the underside, tasting every inch. Tyrone fed it back into his mouth, slower this time but no less forceful, guiding Jake's head with both hands now. "That's it. Suck that black cock like you were born to do it."
Minutes stretched. Jake's jaw ached. His throat burned. Tyrone used his mouth like a toy, changing angles, pushing into one cheek then the other, making Jake's face bulge. Every time Jake tried to speak or protest, more cock filled his mouth. Tyrone's breathing grew heavier. His thrusts turned shorter and sharper. "Gonna feed you," he warned. "Swallow every drop."
Jake felt the cock swell on his tongue. The first hot spurt hit the back of his throat. Tyrone kept him pinned, pumping thick ropes of cum straight down his throat. Jake had no choice but to swallow, the salty, bitter load sliding into his belly while Tyrone groaned above him. Even after he finished, Tyrone left the softening cock in Jake's mouth, making him suckle the last drops until it slipped free, shiny with spit and cum.
Tyrone tucked himself away and looked down at Jake still on his knees, face messy, cock still hard and untouched. "Next time you run your mouth, remember this." He walked out, leaving Jake alone on the tile, breathing hard, the taste of black cock and cum still thick on his tongue. Jake wiped his mouth with the back of his hand, stood on shaky legs, and knew the night wasn't over in his head. The memory already had him stroking himself hard, replaying every forced inch.
