Mark Thompson was a 45-year-old divorced architect, a towering 6’5″ powerhouse with a body sculpted from years of relentless gym sessions and a past in college football. His broad shoulders, rippling abs, and tree-trunk thighs exuded raw strength, and his piercing blue eyes held a quiet confidence that drew people in. After his marriage crumbled due to his demanding career and unspoken bisexuality, he moved to the serene suburb of Oakwood, craving a fresh start away from the city’s chaos. Little did he know, his next-door neighbor would become more than just a workout buddy.
Jamal Harris, 42, was a hardworking mechanic and single father, standing at 5’10” with a lean, athletic build honed from his high school track days and weekend runs. His smooth, dark chocolate skin, short dreads, and infectious smile masked the loneliness of raising his daughter, Aisha, alone after her mother walked out when she was just a toddler. Jamal poured his energy into his job, his fitness, and occasional flings with women, but deep down, he harbored curiosities he’d never fully explored, until Mark moved in.
The two men clicked instantly over their shared passion for iron. They’d meet at the local gym, spotting each other on heavy squats and bench presses. Mark’s superior strength always impressed Jamal; watching the white giant hoist weights that made his own muscles burn ignited a mix of admiration and something deeper. “Damn, Mark, you’re like a machine,” Jamal would say, clapping him on the back, his touch lingering a second too long.
After workouts, they’d chill in Jamal’s backyard, cracking beers or lighting up a joint. Jamal was a different man when high; looser, more tactile, his barriers crumbling. Mark, openly bisexual but discreet in this conservative neighborhood, didn’t mind the shift. One sweltering evening, after a brutal deadlift session, they lounged on Jamal’s couch, the room hazy with weed smoke.
“Man, that pump today was insane,” Jamal said, his eyes bloodshot and gleaming as he passed the joint. His hand rested on Mark’s thick thigh, squeezing lightly. “You ever think about… pushing limits outside the gym?”
Mark inhaled deeply, feeling the warmth spread through him. “What kind of limits, Jamal?” He met his neighbor’s gaze, noting the hunger there.
Jamal’s fingers traced higher, brushing Mark’s crotch. “Like this. I’ve seen how you look at me in the showers. That big white body… makes a brother curious.” His voice dropped to a husky whisper. “I’m high as fuck, but I want to touch you. Taste you.”
Mark’s cock stirred, hardening under Jamal’s palm. “You’re playing with fire,” he warned, but he spread his legs slightly, inviting more.
Jamal grinned, unzipping Mark’s shorts and freeing his 9-inch beast, thick, veined, and already leaking precum. “Holy shit, it’s even bigger than I imagined,” Jamal breathed, stroking it reverently. “Let me suck this white cock, Mark. Please.”
Mark groaned, threading his fingers through Jamal’s dreads. “Go on, then. Show me how bad you want it.” Jamal dove in eagerly, his full lips stretching wide around the swollen head. He swirled his tongue slowly around the ridge, tasting the salty bead of precum before sliding down inch by inch. His cheeks hollowed as he sucked, bobbing with wet, sloppy sounds, saliva coating the shaft and dripping onto Mark’s heavy balls. He cupped them gently, rolling them in his palm while his other hand stroked the base he couldn’t fit in his mouth.
“Fuck, your mouth is heaven,” Mark growled, hips rocking gently. “Take more, Jamal. Gag on it like a good boy.” Jamal obeyed, relaxing his throat and pushing deeper until his nose pressed against Mark’s trimmed pubes, tears welling as he held it there, throat convulsing around the thick intrusion. He pulled back, gasping, strings of spit connecting his lips to the glistening cock, then dove back in, sucking harder, tongue flicking the sensitive underside with every upstroke.
Mark’s control frayed. He gripped Jamal’s head tighter, fucking his face with short, controlled thrusts. “That’s it… choke on Daddy’s white dick.” Jamal moaned around the shaft, the vibrations sending jolts through Mark. After several minutes of intense throat-fucking, Jamal’s lips swollen, chin slick with drool, Mark pulled out, stroking himself over Jamal’s open mouth.
“Swallow it all,” he commanded. Thick ropes erupted, painting Jamal’s tongue, filling his mouth until it overflowed down his chin. Jamal swallowed greedily, licking every drop from the head before cleaning the shaft with long, worshipful licks.
Then Mark flipped him onto the couch, yanking down Jamal’s pants to expose his firm, round black ass. “You ready for this white dick to own you?” Mark asked, lubing up with spit.
“Yes, daddy,” Jamal moaned, arching back. “Stretch my tight hole. Make me your bitch.”
Mark thrust in slowly, inch by inch, savoring Jamal’s gasps and whimpers. “So fucking tight,” he grunted, bottoming out. He built a rhythm, slow, teasing pulls followed by hard slams that made Jamal’s body jolt. “Take it all, you love this cock, don’t you?”
“Oh god, yes! Pound my black ass harder!” Jamal cried, his own cock throbbing against the cushions. They fucked like animals, sweat-slicked bodies slapping together, until Mark pulled out and flipped Jamal, reaming him missionary-style. Jamal came first, spurting ropes of cum onto his abs as Mark hit his prostate relentlessly. Mark followed, flooding Jamal’s ass with hot seed.
But the night wasn’t over. As they caught their breath, Jamal’s eyes gleamed with mischief. “My turn to play,” he whispered, pushing Mark back onto the couch. “Let me see that white ass.” Mark, curious and still buzzing from the high, complied, bending over. Jamal knelt behind him, spreading those massive cheeks. “Damn, even your hole looks inviting,” Jamal murmured, tonguing Mark’s rim teasingly before standing and pressing his 7-inch black cock against it.
Mark groaned as Jamal slid in, the sensation new but thrilling. “Fuck me, Jamal. Give me that fine black dick.” Jamal thrust steadily, his hands gripping Mark’s hips, savoring the role reversal. “You like this? My cock in your tight white ass?” Jamal taunted, picking up speed, his balls slapping against Mark’s.
“Yes… it’s good,” Mark admitted, pushing back. But after a few minutes of Jamal pounding him—deep, rhythmic strokes that made Mark’s cock leak—Jamal slowed, his submissive side resurfacing. “Wait… this feels wrong,” Jamal panted, pulling out. “I need you to take charge, Mark. Fuck me properly. Use me like the bottom I am. Remind me who the real Daddy is.”
Mark grinned, flipping positions instantly. “That’s right, you beg for it.” He slammed back into Jamal’s ass, harder than before. “This black hole is mine. Say it.”
“It’s yours, Daddy! Fuck me like your slut!” Jamal begged, legs spread wide as Mark dominated him anew, thrusting until they both came again, Jamal on his chest, Mark deep inside.
From that night, Jamal was hooked, a true bottom for his white neighbor’s dominance from now on.
Weeks later, another weed-fueled night in Jamal’s bedroom. They were both buzzed, naked and tangled on the sheets. Jamal was on all fours, ass presented like a gift. “I need you inside me again,” he begged, wiggling his cheeks. “That big white cock is all I think about.”
Mark knelt behind him, teasing the tip against Jamal’s puckered hole. “Beg for it properly,” he commanded, slapping his ass lightly.
“Please, Mark, fuck my slutty black hole. Ruin me with that monster,” Jamal whined, pushing back.
Mark slammed in, his hands gripping Jamal’s hips hard enough to bruise. The room filled with the wet sounds of flesh on flesh, Mark’s balls smacking rhythmically. “Your ass is made for this,” Mark groaned, thrusting deeper. “Clench around me, milk my dick.”
Jamal did, moaning wildly. “Yes! Deeper, daddy! I love being your fucktoy!” Mark reached around, jerking Jamal’s 7-inch cock in sync, making him buck. After pounding him raw; switching to side-fucking for better leverage, Mark pulled out. “Open wide,” he ordered, straddling Jamal’s face.
Jamal’s mouth gaped, tongue out. Mark stroked himself furiously, erupting in thick blasts of cum filling Jamal’s mouth, spilling over his lips and chin. “Swallow every drop,” Mark demanded. Jamal did, licking his lips. “Tastes like heaven,” he sighed, blissed out.
Jamal’s flings with women continued, but now Mark was often invited to join. One Friday night, Jamal had invited over Tanya, a curvy 35-year-old nurse with caramel skin, full breasts, and a penchant for rough play. She and Jamal were already going at it in the living room when Mark knocked. Jamal, buried balls-deep in Tanya from behind on the couch, called out, “Come in, man!”
Mark entered, smirking at the sight: Jamal’s lean muscles flexing as he thrust into Tanya’s wet pussy, her moans filling the air. “Looks like the party’s started without me,” Mark said, stripping off his shirt to reveal his massive frame.
Tanya glanced back, eyes widening at Mark’s bulk. “Who’s this hunk?” she panted, grinding against Jamal.
“My neighbor Mark,” Jamal replied, not missing a beat. “Join us? She’s got room for more.”
Mark approached, his cock already tenting his pants. “Don’t mind if I do.” He freed his 9-inch rod, stepping in front of Tanya. “Suck this while he fucks you.”
Tanya eagerly took him in her mouth, slurping hungrily as Jamal pounded her from behind. “Mmm, two cocks? Yes, please,” she mumbled around Mark’s shaft. They double-teamed her, Jamal in her pussy, Mark face-fucking her until drool cascaded down her chin. Then they switched: Mark lay back, pulling Tanya onto his lap, impaling her on his thick white cock. “Oh fuck, it’s splitting me!” she screamed, bouncing wildly.
Jamal watched, stroking himself. “Ride that white dick, baby.” He joined in, sliding into her ass for a DP that had her trembling. “So full… don’t stop!” she begged, orgasms crashing over her as they thrust in unison, their cocks rubbing through her thin walls.
After Tanya came multiple times, spent and quivering, Mark turned to Jamal. “Your turn, bottom boy.” In front of Tanya’s wide eyes, Mark bent Jamal over the armrest, slamming into his ass. “Watch how I own your man,” Mark told her, thrusting hard.
Jamal moaned submissively. “Yes, fuck me in front of her! Show her I’m your slut!” Tanya fingered herself, aroused by the sight. Mark railed Jamal until he came on the floor, then pulled out, making Jamal suck him clean.
Another weekend, Jamal brought home Lisa, a fiery 28-year-old teacher with ebony skin and an athletic build. They were in the bedroom, Jamal dominating her missionary-style; his hips snapping as he growled, “Take this black dick, you naughty bitch.”
Mark entered quietly, watching for a moment. “Room for one more?” he asked, his voice deep and commanding.
Lisa looked up, licking her lips at Mark’s imposing figure. “Hell yes. Come dominate us both.”
They tag-teamed her: Mark eating her pussy while Jamal fucked her mouth, then spit-roasting her with Mark in her ass and Jamal in her pussy. “Your holes are heaven,” Mark grunted, his massive hands spanking her. “Cum for us, slut.”
Lisa did, squirting as they filled her. Then, with Lisa watching breathlessly, Mark claimed Jamal. “Bend over for your white daddy,” he ordered. Jamal complied, ass up. Mark plunged in, fucking him roughly. “Tell her how much you love it,” Mark demanded.
“I love his big white cock owning my ass!” Jamal cried, cumming hands-free. Lisa masturbated to the erotic display, turned on by Jamal’s submission.
Things escalated when Aisha returned from college. At 20, she was a kinesiology major with a 5’8″ athletic frame—toned legs, perky C-cups, and a bubble ass that jiggled just right. College had opened her eyes to older white men; the black guys she dated were aggressive but selfish, rarely going down on her or lasting long. White lovers, though? They devoured her pussy, fucked with precision, and treated her like royalty. She missed the thickness of black cocks, but the skill made up for it.
At the gym, Aisha spotted Mark powering through pull-ups, his sweat-glistened muscles bulging. Her pussy tingled instantly. When he headed to the mixed locker room, she followed, “accidentally” bumping into him as he exited the shower, her towel “slipping” to reveal her smooth, chocolate body—bald pussy glistening, braids swaying.
“Whoa, sorry!” Mark stammered, averting his eyes at first, then stealing a glance. “You’re… lovely. Absolutely stunning.”
Aisha smiled seductively, not covering up. “Thanks. But fair’s fair, you saw my 5’8″ muscular chocolate frame, this perfect bubble ass, smooth bald pussy, and long braids. Now show me yours.”
Mark chuckled, dropping his towel. His ripped physique shone, V-tapered torso, powerful legs and his 9-inch cock hung heavy, semi-erect.
Aisha cooed audibly, her nipples pebbling. “Mmm, that white cock is gorgeous. Thick and long… I’d love to feel it.” Mark excused himself politely, but the spark was lit.
That evening, Aisha joined them for a smoke session. She was floored by Jamal’s flirting: “Mark, you’re looking extra fine tonight,” he said, hand on his thigh, voice laced with innuendo.
Aisha left early, mind racing. Once alone, Mark pinned Jamal to the wall. “Your daughter’s a fucking goddess,” he growled, thrusting into his ass. “Gonna claim that sexy black pussy soon. You’ll clean my cum from her holes and off my cock.”
“Yes, sir,” Jamal moaned. “I’d love tasting you from her.”
The next day, Aisha knocked on Mark’s door. “Dad said you’re good with tech. Help with my TV?”
In her room, Mark inspected it. “What’s the issue?”
She dropped to her knees, unzipping him. “It lacks a big white cock.” She freed his monster, eyes widening. “Oh god, it’s perfect.” She worshiped it, licking the veiny shaft from base to tip, swirling her tongue around the head, sucking his heavy balls one by one into her warm mouth, then licking the seam between them while stroking the thick length. “This white dick tastes so fucking good,” she murmured, her tongue teasing the slit, collecting every drop of precum. She fingered his ass gently, pressing a finger inside as she tried to deepthroat him, gagging wetly but refusing to stop, saliva dripping down his balls.
Mark took charge, grabbing her braids. “Not yet, baby girl. First, I want to taste you.” He lifted her effortlessly onto the bed, spreading her toned thighs wide. Her smooth, bald black pussy glistened with arousal, lips already swollen and slick, clit peeking out like a dark pearl. “Look at this pretty chocolate cunt… so wet for me already. Been waiting for a real man to eat it properly.”
Aisha whimpered as Mark lowered his head, his broad tongue flattening against her slit in one long, slow drag from her entrance to her clit. He savored her taste—sweet and musky—before focusing on her clit, circling it with firm, deliberate strokes. “Oh fuck… yes, daddy,” she gasped, hips bucking involuntarily. He sucked the sensitive nub into his mouth, flicking it rapidly with the tip of his tongue while two thick fingers slid deep inside her tight heat, curling upward to stroke her G-spot in slow, insistent circles.
He hummed against her, the low vibrations making her thighs tremble. “You taste so sweet, baby. Gonna make this pussy cum all over my face.” He alternated, long, flat licks covering her entire slit, then pointed tongue-flicks on her clit, then sucking hard while his fingers pumped faster, knuckles brushing her entrance with every thrust. Her juices coated his chin, dripping down his neck as she writhed.
“Mark… oh god, right there… don’t stop eating me,” she moaned, fingers tangling in his hair, pulling him closer. “I’m so close… gonna cum… fuck!” Her body tensed, back arching off the bed as the orgasm hit hard. Her pussy clenched rhythmically around his fingers, flooding his mouth with fresh wetness. He kept licking through it, gentling his strokes but not stopping until she was shaking, oversensitive and gasping for air.
Mark lifted his head, lips and chin shining with her release. “That’s my good girl. Now you’re dripping and ready for this cock.”
He stood, positioning himself between her legs. “Good girl. Now choke on it first.” He fucked her mouth savagely for a few thrusts, then bent her over, slamming into her ass first. “Tight black hole… take it all!” He switched to her dripping pussy, pounding deep. “You love white cock stretching you?”
“Fuck yes! Harder, daddy! Make me cum again!” she screamed, juices squirting around his shaft.
He finished in her mouth, on her face and tits, cum dripping erotically. Jamal watched from the door, entranced.
“Strip and kneel,” Mark commanded. Jamal obeyed, his muscular body bared, cock hard. Aisha stared, shocked at her dad’s submission mirroring hers.
Mark fucked her again, flooding her womb. “Feel my seed breeding you.” In a daze, Aisha watched Jamal suck Mark clean, then eat the cum from her bald black cunt, his tongue delving deep. “Tastes amazing, baby girl,” he whispered.
Then Mark bent Jamal over, reaming him. “Cum on the floor like the bitch you are.” Jamal did, moaning. Aisha, mesmerized, followed Mark home, craving more of his white dominance. The lines between family and desire had blurred forever.
