My eyes were glued to him as he turned his head and looked past his sister. He seemed oblivious to the fact that I was staring at him like a piece of high quality meat. A car stopped by and Shaniqua rushed over to Shaquille.

"Hey Shaquille, I'm going to go meet with Monika downtown. I probably won't be back tonight, she says she just found a fine black man to party with." She said with a grin.

"Seriously? I thought you said you'd help out?" Shaquille replied while rolling his eyes.

"I did, didn't I? I kept you company while you drove up here and then I helped you unload that laundry basket." Shaniqua responded while waving her finger.

"Fine. Whatever sister," Shaquille sighed.

Shaniqua turned sharply and ran back to the car. The car disappeared as soon as it had appeared, screeching down the road. I could only imagine what Shoko had to say about that.

Shaquille was standing silently, his large strong arms across his huge chest. He sighed and turned around grabbing another box.

"I have a basket of fruit as a welcome gift." I chimed with a smile.

"Oh yeah, thanks. You can just leave it in the trailer, I'll get around to it."

"Let me help."

"Nah, it's okay, I got this." He replied, waving me off while still carrying his box.

"No really, let me help."

I put down the basket of fruit and grabbed what looked to be another load of laundry. As I pulled the basket out of the trailer, I was immediately immersed in a strong musky scent. There was a pair of boxers on top of some other clothes.

My crotch grew wet as I saw the outline again in my head as it coupled with the strong scent from his boxers. I turned and made my way into the house. I had to find out what that bulge really was.

Shaquille put down a box and turned around to see my ass high in the air while I put down the laundry basket. As I looked up, I could see him staring at my ass against a reflection on the window. A smile crept up on my lips as I turned and made my way to the kitchen.

"So, you never told me what you do." I said as I admired the large kitchen.

"I'm a personal trainer. You probably don't believe me but I do yoga."

"Yoga? You? Aren't you too large?" I asked as I turned around, my eyes instinctively moving down to the large bulge against his left leg again.

"No seriously. I can teach you some moves." Shaquille smiled back.

"Ok, go on, show me."

"Alright, keep your back straight and bend down. You can use me if you need to keep your balance." He said, motioning at me with both his large arms.

I shrugged and began to bend down slowly, making sure to keep my back straight. My hands landed on his legs as I made my way down. I edged in closer as my face got closer to his crotch.

Again, I smelled his strong musky scent as my face passed by. I couldn't wait any longer. After letting out a small yelp, I purposefully lost my balance and made my descent towards the floor. While falling, I held on tightly to Shaquille's shorts which easily began sliding down.

"Whoa, whoa!" Shaquille yelled as he fumbled around trying to grab his shorts while trying to stop me from falling, but it was too late.

I fell onto my knees, a giant black cock dangling in front of my face. It was real!

"Oh my God!" I exclaimed as I stared at the giant piece of black meat.