Drew stared at that taut ass. Firm, rock hard, like something sculpted out of obsidian. Drew was fascinated, couldn’t tear his eyes away.
And, for the first time, felt a stiffening in his own cock.
What was happening to him?
Marcus turned back to Drew. Grabbed hold of the chair, and dragged it closer to the wooden table. Checked out the positioning, and moved it a little closer.
“You know what now, white boy? You gonna get to eat some ass. You gonna toss my salad.”
Marcus bent over the table, sticking his ass in Drew’s face. “Get in there. Do a good job.”
Drew tried to pull back, but Marcus kept his ass tight against Drew’s face. Drew let out a sigh. Nothing he could do.
He pressed his face forward, all but buried in Marcus’s crack. There a smell, but it was faint and musky and really, not at all unpleasant.
Marcus reached behind and pulled his cheeks apart. Drew could see the puckered dark ring of his asshole. Tentatively, he stuck out his tongue and swiped it through Marcus’s crack.
Hmmmm. It didn’t taste good. It didn’t. But there was something about it….
Drew licked again, pressing his face forward, pressing in against Marcus’s spread cheeks. He licked all around the puckered rim, over and over again. Moved his head lower, and licked away at Marcus’s taint. Marcus’s ass was moving, making it harder, but the big man seemed to be enjoying Drew’s tongue, now.
Drew wanted him to enjoy it. He wanted this to feel good for Marcus. And not, he realized suddenly, just to save his own skin. He wanted to please Marcus. To make him happy. To have the big black man tell him he had done a good job.
He attacked the big well muscled ass with renewed vigor, pressing in close, tasting Marcus, breathing in his scent. His tongue was getting tired, and he didn’t care. He would do this as long as Marcus wanted him to.
And it was Marcus who pulled away. He turned, and looked down at Drew, a slowly spreading smile on his face.
“I think we found your hidden talent, white boy,” he said. “You got an aptitude.”
Drew heard the words, and they gave him a feeling of satisfaction. Maybe he wasn’t a complete fuck up, after all. But he was distracted. Marcus was hard again, rock hard, leaning his ass against the table, and his big cock was bobbing right in front of Drew’s face.
Drew stared at it. Licked his lips. Didn’t wait for Marcus to tell him what to do.
Drew leaned forward, and tried to capture that big thick cock. He wanted it again, wanted it in his mouth. He’d never sucked a cock before, never once in his life, and now he couldn’t get enough of it. Couldn’t get enough of Marcus’s big black cock.
“Not this time,” Marcus said, stepping back. “We gonna see what other talents you got.”
Before Drew even had a chance to wonder what that meant, Marcus had picked up, as if he weighed nothing. Slung him face down on the table, his hips at the edge, legs hanging down.
‘Marcus! I mean, I never….”
“That’s okay, I have,” Marcus answered. “And I’m gonna enjoy this, believe me.”
Marcus held him flat on the table with one meaty hand. With his other, he roughly stripped Drew of his pants, jerking them down. A second later, and Drew’s briefs followed, leaving him bare ass on the table.
Smack! Marcus laid his hand, hard, across Drew’s ass. Drew jumped. The smack had hurt, at least a little, but it had felt good, too. Really good.
“This here is your real test, white boy. Let’s see if you can take my big black cock.”
Another slap stung Drew’s other cheek, and then Marcus’s big meaty leg was between his, urging them apart. There was a rustling, then Drew shivered as something cold and wet was dribbled on his asshole.
“Gotta get you lubed up some,” Marcus said. “I go in dry, you ain’t never going to be any good to anyone ever again.”
And then Marcus’s hand was on Drew’s ass. His fingers dipped into Drew’s dark crevice, probing, and then one finger tip smeared the lube around Drew’s hole.
Drew moaned. He couldn’t help himself. That felt damn good….
Uggh! A big meaty finger speared into Drew. His body resisted, trying to push the invader out, but Marcus only laughed, and drove his finger deeper. Stretching Drew, spreading the lube in his dark passage.
Drew moaned again.
“Damn, you are a piece of work,” Marcus said. “You be liking that a lot! I knew you were gonna like it this much, maybe I never would a started.”
Marcus snaked a hand around Drew’s body, and just for an all too brief moment, stroked the smaller man’s hard cock.
Marcus let go of Drew’s cock. Pulled his finger from Drew’s ass. Put both his big hands, splayed wide, on Drew’s cheeks. His fingers dug in, leaving red fingerprints on Drew’s lily white cheeks.
Drew felt the huge head of Marcus’s huge cock probing at his asshole. He knew it was coming. To his shame, he wanted it. He welcomed it. He bit down on his lip.
Damn! Marcus had tried to bury himself with one mighty thrust, but Drew’s ass was way too tight. Marcus could only get two or three inches inside him.
Drew still moaned.
Marcus was making little hitching movements with his hips now, back and forth, gaining a fraction of an inch each time, claiming more and more of Drew’s virgin asshole. It took a long time, and a lot of back and forth, but soon enough he was gaining ground. And then Marcus’s big cock was buried all the way inside Drew’s ass, his balls nestled tight against Drew’s cheeks.
Still buried balls deep, Marcus rained a series of hard smacks down on Drew’s ass, alternating from one cheek to the other. He laughed while he did it.
Drew felt himself clench, clamping down on Marcus’s swollen member.
“Damn. You take it like a champ, I’ll give you that.”
And Marcus started to move. Long slow deep strokes, all the way out, all the way in, a steady relentless pressure. Drew’s whole body shuddered with each in stroke, the big man driving him forward on the table, his face scraping against the rough surface. That felt good, too.
Damn. It all just felt so good. Drew’s own cock was rock hard, and he wished his hands were free, so he could stroke himself. He wanted Marcus to cum again, to blast his load inside Drew’s virgin bowels, but he needed to cum himself, too.
It was as if Marcus had read his mind. Drew felt the brush of cold steel against his wrists, and then suddenly his hands were free.
Drew braced himself on the table with one hand, to allow himself to fuck back against Marcus harder. The other he wrapped around his own cock, and started stroking himself furiously. He was hot, hotter than he’d ever been in his life. With Marcus’s big black cock in his ass.
Marcus grunted. The big man was getting close, and Drew wanted to cum with him.
Marcus was fucking him hard now, and Drew was fucking back at him. There bodies slapped together, loud and echoing in the basement. Suddenly Marcus clamped his big hands around Drew’s hips like a vice, and rammed his cock in, deep and hard and fast. The big man let out a hoarse shout of pleasure, and Drew felt that big cock spasm within him, pulsing, throbbing, Marcus blasting his cum deep within him. At the same time, Drew’s hand was a blur on his own cock, and he cried out as well, his own orgasm tearing through him, jetting his cum on to the floor. Marcus collapsed down on top of him, and Drew felt the heavy weight on his back. And liked it.
Slowly, Drew caught his breath. The rough surface of the table top pressed against his face. Marcus was still inside him, softening a little but still huge. He could feel those iron like thighs pressed against the backs of his legs, his cheeks.
It felt good. Damn it, but it felt awesome.