We stepped into Shaniqua's modest home, the sweet smell of cinnamon filling the air. I looked around, nothing much had changed in Shaniqua's house.

"You baking something?" I asked.

"Yeah, making some cookies for my gramps." Shaniqua answered.

"Oh, can I meet him?"

"You sure honey? My gramps can be pretty cranky."

I nodded and Shaniqua shrugged. We made our way to the kitchen and turned the corner to walk into the dining room. A lanky, muscular black man was sitting in a wheel chair watching a small television while reading a book. He looked up when he saw us walk in.

"Hey gramps, this is Courtney, she's my friend since like, middle school. And Courtney, this is my gramps, Tyrone." Shaniqua introduced.

I extended a hand and Tyrone grabbed hold of it in a strong, firm grip.

"You got soft skin." Tyrone commented.

Shaniqua shook her head as the phone rang. "Let me get that. Don't be sayin' any dirty jokes gramps!" Shaniqua shouted as she walked back to the living room.

"Oh shut up." Tyrone responded.

I sat on a dining chair near Tyrone.

"So, what brings you into town?" I asked.

"These damn legs. The hospital here specializes in fixing the knee problems I got." Tyrone responded.

"But don't let this wheel chair fool you girl, I used to be a powerhouse back in my day. Basketball, football, you name it. And the ladies, did they ever love me!" Tyrone continued with a laugh.

I laughed and nodded.

"I'm a nurse, thinking about applying to that hospital." I replied, ignoring his comment about women.

"Yeah? Oh shit, maybe you can check out my knees." Tyrone responded.

"Oh what? Well, I'm not really trained to that level yet."

Tyrone pulled at his sweatpants and pulled them down to his knees, moving back and forth on his wheelchair. He was sitting in the wheelchair in his white boxer briefs, his sweatpants near his knees. My eyes fell on his knees, which appeared to be fairly scar ridden. My breath stopped as my eyes moved up and saw the long outline of his penis, wrapped tightly in his white underwear. After a few moments I looked up to lock eyes with Shaniqua's grandfather.

"Like what you see?" He asked with a sly grin on his face.

Tyrone heard his granddaughter put the phone back on the base and quickly pulled up his sweatpants.

"Why don't you stop by and check out my knees again, I know you can be of help." He said, his grin never disappearing.

Shaniqua walked into the dining room to see her grandfather grinning and me looking at him in shock.

"Damn it gramps! I said no dirty jokes!" She shouted.

Shaniqua grabbed me by the wrist and walked to the living room. "I don't know what he said but I'm sorry."

I shook my head.

"No, no, no dirty jokes. He told me about his knees, that's all."

"Girl, you don't have to protect his perverted ass self." Shaniqua responded, her face growing darker with anger.

"That was my ma, I know you wanted to go out tonight but she really needs me to come by. She needs a ride over to downtown to grab some stuff. How 'bout we go party tomorrow night?" Shaniqua asked as she opened the front door.

I shrugged. "Tomorrow it is."

We walked out of the house together but before Shaniqua could get in her car, I paused.

"What's wrong girl?" Shaniqua asked.

I looked back at the house. My mind flooded with the image of Shaniqua's grandfather's outlined penis. My face felt warm, my nipples began to grow sensitive and hard, and my groin began to grow moist at the image. I looked back at Shaniqua with a smile.

"Oh, who's going to take care of your grandpa and the cookies?" I inquired.

"Oh don't worry about him, he knows how to take shit out of the oven." Shaniqua responded as she pulled out her car keys.

"Hey, why don't I stay here and watch over him? Maybe I can take a look at his knees and see if I can help in some way, y'know, before he goes to the hospital. A house call." I offered.

"Oh you don't need to do that. We're going to the hospital the day after tomorrow." Shaniqua said as she opened her car door.

"Really, don't worry about his old ass."

I shook my head.

"I'm serious. I nursed a lot of old people back at-"

Shaniqua rolled her eyes and waved her hand as she interrupted me.

"Okay, okay, but if he starts getting all creepy, just leave."

Shaniqua hopped into her car and drove off. I waited a few moments, making sure that Shaniqua's car was far gone. I turned and stared at the front door of the house, my nipples straining out through my bra and blouse, my pussy feeling as though it were about to leak. I had broken up with my long time boyfriend not too long ago and always felt frustrated by the short sex sessions.

I had heard from some of my friends that the black men they hooked up were amazing in bed. I shook my head, a rush of guilt running through me for some reason. The old black man in a wheelchair, in the house, was my best friend's grandfather, I shouldn't have had such naughty thoughts like that.

After thinking things through, I made my way back into the house, the smell of cinnamon rushing through my nose again. I closed the door and made sure to lock it. While taking a deep breath, I walked through the living room and stopped in shock.

Tyrone was next to the sofa on his wheelchair, his sweatpants and his boxer briefs at his ankles. His hand was wrapped around an extremely long, thick and hard dick, pumping up and down, his eyes half closed. I gasped as I stared at his cock; it was uncircumcised, the thick foreskin rolling back and forth over his cock's thick head, small bits of pre-cum dripping down. Tyrone opened his eyes as he heard me and looked at me, his grin reappearing.

"Oh shit honey, I knew you'd be back for this. There ain't no white girl who's seen this monster and walked away!" He exclaimed with a smile.