Yes you do!

You finally stir, surprising yourself by not having been woken by the deep moans and slick sounds Jamal made in the bathroom earlier. The sheets rustle softly beneath your hands as you unconsciously drape them back over your bare skin.

Fully waking now, you turn to face Jamal’s bed. He’s lying there, tapping away at his phone, his dark skin framed against the bright white sheets, chest quietly rising and falling.

Your gaze drifts again, just for a moment, to his crotch, the outline of his heavy bulge is obvious, pressing against his white underwear, almost being seetrough. But since he’s already taken care of his morning wood, that’s all you’ll get to see right now.

Looking at him like this maked you question your sexuality, you’ve always thought of yourself as pretty straight, never lingering on another man with anything but platonic interest and always jerking off to straight porn.

But Jamal is different. In less than a day, you feel yourself pulled toward him in ways you can’t quite explain, his steady confidence puts you at ease. He always finds the right thing to say to lift your mood. And damn his body is incredible, broad shoulders, sculpted chest, tight waist, those strong dark arms, its hard not to notice how attractive he looks. You catch yourself staring, startled by an unfamiliar flutter in your stomach.

Yesterday his friends, too, have been warm and welcoming, joking easily, drawing you into their circle as if you’d always belonged.

Still, there’s something about their dynamic you can’t quite pin down: all those white classmates matched with Black partners, Taylor quipping, “Once you go Black, you never go back.” It feels bold, especially watching Justin and Sarah, who despite being a couple didn’t stop Sarah from deeply making out with Trent. You can’t unravel their relationships or the energy humming between them, but they’re friendly, and you desperately need friends in this new city and country so far away from everything and everyone you know. For now, you let the mystery slide.

Excitement buzzes in your chest thinking about todays plans: shopping with Jamal and then getting a glimpse of college life at the club fair. Everything seems so inntense and fresh to you.

You stretch beneath your crisp white sheets, sunlight catching on your skin and pooling across the mattress. You unconsciously drape the sheets over your exposed skin.

“Oh, good morning, Sleeping Beauty,” Jamal teases from across the room, his voice low and warm. You tuck a blond curl behind your ear, grinning sleepily. “Did you sleep alright? Must feel strange waking up in a new bed after so many years at home.”

His tone is so genuine you instantly relax, sinking into the comfort of the moment.

You catch a hint of his cologne, amber and cedarwood, floating on the still air. He must have already been trough his morning rutine. After a pause, you sit up, the sheet wrapped around your waist while Jamal’s eyes take in your form with silent approval.

“Yeah,” you say, your voice heavy from sleep. “It’s weird, all new bed, new city, new everything.” You rub your arms, stretching, your pale skin catching the morning light. “But… it’s nice, waking up to someone who’s been so kind. I never thought my new roommate would go out of his way, show me campus, introduce me to all his friends. No one does that for a total stranger.”

Jamal laughs, deep and warm. “Hey, little man, I get what it’s like to be the new guy. I just wanted you to feel at home.” He flashes one of those dazzling grins that squeezes that unfamiliar place in your chest. “I know how rough it can be to feel like an outsider.”

You study him, perplexed. “Outsider? You? You take charge of every room you walk into.”

He shrugs, slipping off the bed stretching, muscles flexing beneath smooth dark skin. “Trust me, when I arrived here? Not everyone was thrilled to see a Black face on campus. But then I found the BSA. Everything changed. Gave me a place. It gave me confidence. Made me see there are people who lead and others who follow. I chose to lead.”

He moves with natural authority, ownership in every step, it’s hard to picture him ever waiting for permission.

“And since then,” he continues, pulling jeans up over his long legs, briefly pausing as his bulge stalls the fabric, “our numbers have grown. More Black students, and even a solid group of white members, too. Some, like Samuel and the other old crew, are now scattered all over the world, spreading Black pride. You see what I mean?”

You sit up straighter, suddenly energized. “Totally. Standing up for your rights, being proud of who you are, that’s huge. No one should be judged for their skin.”

Jamal’s expression softens just a notch. “Exactly. If you really care, if it’s in your heart, you should come to a real BSA meeting. We need more white guys like you, and Taylor, and Justin, folks who know their place and know when to follow the lead of others. You’ve already met half the crew. They’re good people.”

His invitation surprises you, considering how recently you met. You’re not sure you truly fit with them, yeah, they’re kind, but definitely a little different from what you’re used to. Still, this is a massive opportunity: a way into a big, close-knit group. Friends, community, somewhere to finally belong after moving so far from home.

You’re not sure what your best move is right now, but one thing’s clear, if you ever decide to join, the time is now.

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