EXTRACT FOR
Sweet Black Release
(Sara Coxin)

Sam froze, contemplating whether he should leave or stay.  As he saw the big black man pull down his pants, his legs felt weak.  He couldn't look away the moment he saw the thick black base of Jamal's manhood.  Once Jamal pulled down his track pants to his ankles, he stood up, placing his hands on his hips and proudly displaying his massive, swinging member.  

"OH MY GOD!"  Sam yelled out.

"What?"  Jamal asked nonchalantly.

"That's not... that's not real, is it?"

"Is what real?"  Jamal asked back, grinning.

"The... the... your... your penis," Sam blurted out.

Jamal clapped his hands and laughed.  "How can this possibly be fake? What?  Don doesn't have anything like this?"  Jamal asked, obviously knowing the answer.

"Well, he has a... a penis, but not like that.  I didn't know it could even get that big," Sam replied.  After a slight pause, he asked a question, "Are they all that... big?"

"Depends.  You never been with a black man before?"

"No.  I mean, where I'm from, it's rare to see a gay black man," Sam replied.

"Well, you've been missing out.  I'd say that I'm a little bigger than average," Jamal answered.

"A little bigger than average?  You're kidding right?  Then what the hell is average?!"

Jamal laughed, his cock bouncing around with his movements.  Sam couldn't look away as he stared at the massive black member.  His own, smaller, dick grew rigid again, pressing against his boxers and his shorts. 

"Look, you can touch it if you still think its fake," Jamal suggested.

"Oh no, I can't do that," Sam replied.

"You sure?  I bet I can pleasure you in ways you never knew..."  Jamal said as he walked a little closer towards Sam.

Sam gulped, his heart racing as he stared down at the black cock.  It was slowly growing hard, just semi-erect as Jamal paused and wrapped his hand around his own cock.  He stroked it and waved Sam in.

"Come on, this is all you have to do," Jamal said.  "It's just a handjob, you're not even doing much, other than holding something," he continued.

Sam's licked his dry lips as his feet seemed to move on their own.  He took slow steps towards Jamal, his right hand slowly making its way out towards the hardening black member.  Jamal nodded his head in approval as he moved his own hand away.

"Yeah, that's it, just wrap your fingers around it, that's all," Jamal said.

His hand trembled as it reached Jamal's shaft.  He hesitated momentarily as his palm hovered over the thick shaft.  His fingers slowly wrapped around the member and Sam could feel the intense heat emanating off the black man's rod.

"Wow..."  He whispered.  "It's like a heater," Sam continued.

"And it's just warming up," Jamal replied.

Sam gripped the hardening shaft, squeezing it gently as it slowly came to life in his hand.  He could feel it throb gently as he kneaded it.  His eyes were glued to the powerful black rod, watching as it seemed to grow even larger.

"Unbelievable," Sam said.

"You still think it's fake?"  Jamal laughed.

"I mean, I can feel that it's real but...  It doesn't seem real," Sam responded.

Jamal gently tapped Sam's shoulders.  "Why don't you get down on your knees and get a closer look?"