Yes you do!

Yes, you do. Jamal is the perfect person to talk to about this, he’ll probably have great advice. You fidget with the seam of your jeans before blurting out,

“Do you ever… I don’t know, feel insecure about yourself? Like, your body?”

Jamal raises an eyebrow, glancing at you briefly with his dark eyes before turning back to the road.

“Why you askin’?”

You sigh. “It’s just… I know I’ve got… well, you know.” You gesture vaguely at your lower half, your face heating. “People are always joking about my butt. It’s… kinda huge, and we’ve talked about that already. But I’ve also got this stupid belly pouch, and my chest is thicker than I like. Honestly, I don’t feel in shape at all, or like I fit in, especially compared to you or the others in the BSA.”

For a second, you expect Jamal to laugh, but he doesn’t. Instead, his tone is calm, serious.

“Emile, listen. Everybody’s got something about their body they wish they could change. But trust me, what you’ve got? That’s nothing to be ashamed of. You look good. Your body’s solid the way it is, and I know people who’d pay good money to have an ass like yours.” He pauses briefly to change lanes. “And if you do wanna feel stronger or leaner, or just work on yourself in general, the gym’s always an option. I can take you with me sometime.”

You blink at him, surprised by how easily he brushed away your worries. “The gym? With you? You think I could actually keep up?”

“Of course. And you don’t even have to start with me. Taylor’s great for that too, you remember him? He’s lean, stays active, but he’s not trying to bulk up like me and my boys. Wouldn’t even fit him if he did. Dior’s thick black arms fit just right around Ty’s slim white frame.” Jamal glances at you, a smirk tugging at his lips. “Yeah, he’s taller, but he’d be a solid training partner for you. Plus, dude’s chill as hell. Dior even told me Ty was impressed by your bubble butt, he’s been trying to build one himself, which Dior sure isn’t complaining about.” His gaze shifts back to the road. “I could set you up with him if you want.”

“Taylor?” you ask, remembering his easy smile, short brown hair, and how much taller he was when you met at the BSA meetup. “You really think he’d want to train with me?”

“Why not?” Jamal shrugs. “He’s always down to push and motivate someone. I think you two would click. And honestly, that’s what the BSA’s all about, we’ve got each other’s backs, in and out of school. That’s how it works.”

Even though Jamals words are nice and its a good idea to go to the gym with a partner, he also has ulterior motives. He knows that Taylor would do his best to focus the training on your lower body and ass to make it even more perfect. He would probably also influence you to try out stuff and be more open to Jamals advances, because he knows if you submit to the black man, he will get the chance to play with your thick bubble butt and eat you out, like Dior said, he admires your fat booty.

The thought of training with someone like Taylor, who’s probably been going to the gym for quite a while to keep up and stay in shape since hes a cheerleader, makes your stomach twist nervously. But there’s also a spark of excitement hidden under the nerves. Maybe it wouldn’t be so bad. And if he’s been talking about you with his boyfriend… that has to be a good sign, right?

“Thanks for another conversation like this,” you say quietly. “I…” You can’t quite find the right words.

Jamal looks over at you, expectant. “What is it?”

You chew your lip. “I don’t know… I’m just not used to people being this nice. It feels strange to be welcomed like this. Especially by someone like you, who seems to have everything figured out. Like I said earlier, you don’t need to treat me this way.”

Jamal gives you a pitying look. “Man… they really did a number on you back home, huh.” He shakes his head, thinking for a moment. “Emile, listen. I already told you, I treat you with respect ’cause I want to. You seem like a solid dude, and I want to support you. You’ve been cool with me and my friends, and you care about Black people the same way everyone else in the BSA does. Why wouldn’t I be kind to you?” His deep voice, as always, is steady and comforting.

Before you can dwell too much on the warmth in his words, Jamal cracks a grin. “And if I’m being real? I only treat you that way to get a piece of that thick white cake.” He bursts into laughter.

You stare at him, eyes wide. “Oh, fuck you, man. You wouldn’t get it even if you tried.” You shoot back sassily, then add for good measure, “Also, I’m not gay, in case I haven’t mentioned it.”

He just chuckles. “If you say so, white boy.”

Knowing that you saying this means nothing, since he saw how you look at his bulge whenever he presents it to you.

You don't know it, but even though Jamal is laughing and saying it in a joking manner, the black man means every word of it. Mabe not that hes only treating you nicely to get to that thick white bubble butt, but it definetly is a big reason for his encouraging words. He just can't wait to fuck your fat white virgin ass with his big black cock.

But for now the main focus is to find you some good pants that show off your thick cake perfectly. Maybe he can get you to take home some booty shorts or tight fitting leggings that fit your round butt like a second skin.

He imagines your white ass cheeks jiggle in those tight form fitting pants, which makes the fat cock in his pants wake up and lets him have a hard time focusing on driving.

The car grows quiet again as Jamal lets the energy settle and he focuses back on the long, straight road. You watch the endless strip malls and restaurants slide by. Not knowing that the man beside you has a hard one thinking about fucking your white ass.

Jamal’s words replaying in your head. Somehow, with his voice still echoing in your chest, the glass towers on the horizon feel a little less intimidating.