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Massaging It Out (Interracial Black M/White M Erotica)
(Sara Coxin)

"Hey, I got a big one to live up to.  You know what they say about black guys right?  Once you go black, you never go back," Drake laughed.

"That's just a joke nowadays," Sam laughed.

"Says you," Drake replied, grinning.

Sam shook his head and walked around the table to work on Drake's other thigh.  His hands felt sore as he began rubbing the other leg.  Drake's right thigh seemed strangely thicker than his left.

As he rubbed downwards, Sam paused as he realized that his leg wasn't thicker.  His left hand was on Drake's manhood.  The bulbous tip of his member was in his palm now as he froze up.

"Hey, whoa there, I didn't know this was THAT kind of massage," Drake laughed.

Sam couldn't believe that his manhood was reaching down the side of his thigh.  He quickly pulled his hand away and blushed.  Drake didn't seem to care as he remained still on the massage table, slightly snickering.

"Oh jeez, sorry about that!"  Sam apologized, his hands trembling.

"Hey, it's all good, my little guy down there likes to show up at odd moments," Drake laughed.

Sam found it amusing that Drake referred to his rather large member as his 'little guy', considering the sheer size of it.  He took a couple deep breaths to regroup and slowly put his hands on the back of Drake's thighs .

"You want me to flip over?  My little guy should just flop down the middle of my legs then," Drake suggested.

"Uh, yeah, maybe that'll be easier," Sam agreed.

Drake slowly turned around and his towel opened for a moment, again, giving Sam a brief but clear view of his big black member.  Sam gasped and his eyes quickly darted away.  His heart raced and he worried that Drake would hear it from where he was laying.

He adjusted himself a few times and then laid back, resting his head on the table.  Sam pulled out a pillow and placed it under Drake's head, giving him some extra comfort.  Drake smiled and closed his eyes.

Sam stared at the massive bulge hidden beneath the soft cotton towel and he wanted to touch it.  He shook his head and began rubbing Drake's thighs again.  His hands were a bit more loose as he grew nervous.

He slowly rubbed the sides of Drake's legs again, occasionally moving them up the front of his powerful thighs.  Drake's large manhood flashed before his eyes again as he neared his crotch with his fingers  His initial plan was to seduce Drake and have Ronald walk in, getting a measure of revenge on him.

However, after seeing Drake's member, even for a brief moment, made him question whether or not he should go through with it.  It could have been his skin color that made it seem larger, or the angle, but it was monstrous.  Rather intimidating for someone who had never seen or felt anything so long or thick before.

He trembled as he rubbed up and down.  Drake seemed oblivious with his eyes closed and began snoring lightly.  Sam's massage was putting him to sleep, which meant he was doing a good job.

Sam contemplated on moving his hands towards Drake's inner thighs to accidentally touch his manhood again.  He was lost in his thoughts, debating, not realizing the bulge between Drake's legs slowly rising.  When Sam noticed the towering towel, he gasped and stepped back.