"Motherfucker, you know how much these pants cost?" Maurice yelled angrily.

"Hey, calm down." I said, looking at the two men.

Maurice paused and looked over at me, his face still scrunched with anger. Omar was holding back his laughter, occasionally looking in the other direction. I almost laughed as I looked at him.

"I can clean your clothes. Give me your pants." I continued as I stood up and grabbed his stained shirt off the floor.

Maurice's look of anger smoothed over, his regular laid back self returning.

"I'm gonna get yo ass back, believe dat." He said as he pointed at Omar.

Maurice undid the buttons on his jeans and pulled his tree trunk like legs out. He stood tall in his boxer briefs, staring down at his pants. I momentarily paused as my eyes fell on the large bulge that traveled down his right leg.

"Yo, how you gonna wash dis anyway?" He asked as he walked closer to me.

"There's a tub in the kitchen and I have a Tide pen. Usually gets all kinds of stains out," I replied my eyes swooped back up his thick muscular waist.

I locked eyes with Maurice as he handed me his pants. There was a brief moment of silence before I took his pants and playfully tapped the bulge running down his right leg. He flinched back in surprise.

"What, we still in high school? Putting socks in your underwear? That shit won't impress me." I laughed.

Maurice put his hands at his crotch as Omar clapped and laughed. He looked at me in confusion.

"What the fuck girl, don't hit my dick like that. You trying to break this shit or somethin'?" Maurice answered.

I shook my head with a smile and lightly tapped it again.

"Oh stop it, I know it's a damn sock. Guys used to do it all the time back in high school when they were hitting puberty. It gets old you know." I said as I put his pants on the counter and pulled out my Tide pen.

Omar continued laughing from behind the counter as Maurice looked on in confusion. He grabbed my hand and placed it near the bulge. I was surprised that he continued to think that he could trick me with such an old trick.

"This ain't no fuckin' sock. Go on, try squeezing it." Maurice offered.

I glanced back at him and then at Omar who was still laughing. This whole thing was probably some sort of elaborate joke, not just the tomato sauce prank but the sock in his briefs. Omar and Maurice did like to play little pranks on each other, it didn't seem like a stretch that they would try to trick me.

My hand reached around the bulge and squeezed. I gasped as the bulge hardened and moved slightly. My hand moved away, startled.

"What the hell?" I whispered in surprise.

"What you so surprised about? You never touched a dick before in yo life?" Maurice asked.

"That is not a dick." I responded, my crotch growing warm in a mix of excitement, anticipation and a bit of fear.

Omar made his way around the counter and walked up to us, still grinning. He looked at me and as we stood silently, his grin slowly faded. Omar leaned against a nearby wall and crossed his arms as he looked over at me.

"Stop fuckin' around. Maurice ain't that big." Omar said.

Maurice lightly punched Omar on the arm. "Man, fuck you, dawg. You know my fuckin' dick is bigger than yours."

I shook my head as my eyes shot back and forth at the two big black men.

"Really? You guys measure each other now? Oh, oh, I get it. You two are sick. Did you put a damn dildo in your underwear to try and freak me out? Ha ha, real funny," I said as I rolled my eyes.

Maurice and Omar looked at each other and laughed.

"Oh fuck you guys, I thought it was real." I said as I sighed in relief.

For a moment, I had thought it was real. Even my heart was racing at an incredible speed. I had to take a few deep breaths to try to calm myself.

"What? Nah, we bein' serious. Omar and me joke about it all the time, since we gotta shower and shit. We always jokin' about dem small white boys." Maurice replied.

I crossed my arms and rolled my eyes again. There was no stopping them apparently.

"Here, look." He continued as he pulled down his briefs slightly.

My eyes shot away briefly but I glanced back down, expecting to see the base of a dildo. To my surprise, I saw the base of his thick black member. Unlike Herb, he was cleanly shaven, only helping to make his member look more impressive.

"No, the whole thing. Prove that the whole thing is real." I ordered as I placed my hands on my hips.

The dildo was probably attached near his shaft to make it look as though his dick was that big. Maurice shrugged and pulled down his underwear. I exhaled as I saw his long, thick cock, hanging low.