You continue to drink!

It felt like the buzz hit you all at once, warm and floaty, like you were burning up from the inside.

At one point you were laughing at something Trent says, not even sure what anymore, just enjoying how easy it feels to exist right now. The drink in your hand quickly is empty again, though you don’t remember finishing it.

“That one disappeared fast,” Trent says, already taking the cup from your fingers. His larger hand lingers longer then it needed to, thumb deliberately brushing over your knuckles. “You want another?”

“I’m fine,” you say automatically, words a little softer than you intend. “I don’t usually let lose this much, I can't believe that this is the first time I'm drinking. I feel soo free,” your speech starts to losen up.

“Yeah?” He tilts his head, eyes slow and deliberate as they travel along your bare body again.

“Could’ve fooled me, you look real comfortable like this” he says giving you a charming grin, before continuing “Want me to show you around the place a bit? There are a lot of rooms that you probably haven't seen yet and there are special rooms that we prepared for the guests.”

Before you can answer, Jamal steps in from behind you, close enough that you can feel the heat of his skin on your lower backside through the thin fabric of your swimwear. His hands settles at your sides, steady, grounding and by now kind of familiar.

“You good?” he asks quietly, just for you to hear.

You nod, leaning back without thinking, your shoulder only brushing his chest since he's so much taller then you.

“Yeah. Totally good.” You say as you accidentally rub your butt against his body.

That small movement does something to both of them. Trent’s cocky smile deepens as Jamal let's out a deep breath against your ear.

“Well then, I guess we will stay here, at least for now” Trent says, handing you a fresh drink, fingers grazing your wrist again, “I’m glad you’re enjoying yourself, but tell me if you want to experience more.”

You take the glas, your hand overlapping his and the two of you stay that way for a second longer than necessary.

You don’t really pay it any mind though.

Trent seems to see this as an invitation and he steps even closer again, narrowing your space until you’re now sandwiched between him and Jamal. The bodies of these two black men are now closer to your own then anyone ever was. You feel the heat radiating from their dark skin and maybe you are imagining it, but you also feel something firm pressed to your upper backside where Jamals crotch is touching your body.

There is wet stone beneath your feet, the music is pulsing trough your whole being and bodies are moving around you, but none of them touching you like this.

Definitely not like these two men are touching you.

As the moment carries on Jamal's hands move up your back along your spine and Trent’s hands finds your side again, firmer now. His dark skinned fingers spreading over your waist as if he’s testing how much space you take up and how much you allow him to tuch you.

“You know,” he says, voice low, amused, “I heard from Jamal, that you keep saying you’re not into guys...”

You laugh, a little breathless almost moan like as he caresses your sensitive skin. “I’m not.” You say in defiance.

“Mhm.” His thumb then presses lightly into your pale skin. “Then you’re just real comfortable being handled by black men, huh?” he says as he presses your body closer to his and Jamals.

The other man now moves one of his hands to your lower back and his tuch feels like fire on your skin. You let out a small little sound as these men seem to handle you, just like how they want to, but for some reason you can't get yourself to protest against these advances. Maybe its the by now larger amount of **** or the vibe of this party or maybe, just maybe, you like being shown this much attention and interest. Maybe you like being handled by strong men for real, but what does that make you? Gay? Bi? Something else entirely?

The moment feels too intense to focus on that and you realize that you haven't said anything.

Your face warms. “You’re obviously reading too much into it Trent.” You say sounding shy.

Behind you, Jamal’s big hand shifts lower, sliding from your lower back to your hips and finally to your thick butt, where it remains and feels around, solid and possessive without squeezing. Its not the first time that he tuched you on your bottom, but this time feels different more charged in a way. Its like Jamal wants to map out the shape, size and feel of your thick white bubble butt and even though he got big hands, it takes him a white to completely feel over your body.

As it seems like he's finished with getting a feel for your butt, he leans in closer. “You don’t gotta label anything,” Jamal murmurs into your ear. “Just don’t pretend you don’t feel what you feel, right now, or ever...”

You swallow hard, the implication of his words lay deep in your mind.

But you can't focus on that, since these two men are so incredibly close to you, that you are literally squeezed by their muscular dark skinned bodies. Though for some reason this close contact gets you increasingly worked up and your little white dick in your tight swim wear, starts to get hard. Which probably will only slightly show, since you are so small and compared to most men here, mainly the black men around you, your hard size is probably below their soft one, but still you hope that they won't notice.

“I just... I just think you’re both... confident,” you say, gesturing vaguely against Trent's body, accidentally swiping over his rock hard six pac, feeling the damp skin, your hands a little unsteady.

“And you know... it kind of fits right now. That doesn’t have to mean anything.” You can't put in words what's going on in your brain right now and you don't know if you ever will be able to. But this at least, was the best way, that you could describe it, plus you are pretty drunk, which doesn't help the situation either.

Trent chuckles low. “It just means, that you’re starting to pay attention to strong black men, just like us.” he now tightly grabs your waist and moves your body against his for a moment. You feel his hard muscles against your body, every ridge and indent. You especially feel the slightly hard bulge in the front of his trunks press against your lower belly.

You let out a small yelp as this man handles you, then he he looks at Jamal behind you for a moment, smirks and smiles down at you again, before he continues. “Most white boys like you just need some guidance to recognize who's superior to them.”

He leans in slightly closer, so close that you can smell his cologne and feel his shallow breath against your ear. “And let me tell you Emile, I don’t mind that. Its okay to look at someone like me or any other of my brothers and feel inferior. Because thats just the truth, black guys are superior to white boys like you in every single aspect of our lives.” He says these words as if there was no doubt about it and they were matter of fact. But in reality they sound incredibly strange and confusing to you, why would he talk about superiority and all that stuff?

But before you can contest any of his words, he continues on. “And let me tell you, I think you are on a good path to accept those facts and to become a good little snow bunny. Just like how a white guy with a perfectly curvy build like you is suppose to be”

Trent's hands drift higher along your sides leaving goosebumps where they touch, stopping just below your ribs, fingertips warm against your damp skin. Jamal’s hands now also move up again and now grip your hips almost a bit too tightly, like a warning, or a claim.

You shift again, trying to steady yourself, but the movement only presses you more clearly between them.

Two strong bodies. Two different kinds of heat. Both focused entirely on you.

It's hard to think of anything to say when you are in a situation like this, but Trent's words are kind of strange and overwhelming to you, they are similar to what Jamal said when you were at the mall, the thing about how you could be a good 'snow bunny' and all the other stuff about black and white men.

You try to move away from that strange topic and say “I think you just like all the attention,” a crooked smile on your face, trying to sound teasing instead of flustered.

Trent grins cocky. “Maybe." He admits, "or maybe, you like the attention we are giving you, just as much as I do and want to get even more of it..."

Jamal exhales a quiet laugh behind you. “Yeah,” he says. “Emile you’re getting plenty of attention, don't pretend like you don't like it.”

You haven't notice how close you’ve leaned into Jamal over the time, his upper body now completely touches yours. Your pale white skin against his dark one. You also didn't notice how Trent’s hands haven't left your torso and are now lightly caressing your skin.

The only thing you know, is that the air feels thick. The music feels slower. And for the first time in this week, being watched and wanted like this doesn’t scare you, it even feels good in a way.

Trent and Jamal continue to tuch and caress you for a few more minutes, with Trent again commenting more on your body, how good your shape is and how you are build perfectly for men like them.

Jamal for some reason isn't saying a lot, but he's not completely absent, his hands are still on you. You haven't noticed it, but he also started rubbing his hardening groin against your thick ass.

Overall you are definitely to drunk by now to notice everything thats going on around you.

Suddenly a person appears besides the three of you, someone you have only met once but is hard to forget her.

“Oh my god, Emile, ?”

The voice cuts clean through the tension.

You turn and blinking hard, beeing taken back to the right now.

Abigail stands a few steps away, dressed in a very revealing sun dress, the fabric almost see-through and her assets on full display, her eyes wide and smiling. Beside her is Darnell, tall, calm, solid presence, one arm casually around her shoulders.

“There you are!” she says, laughing. “I thought I recognized that legendary butt from across the patio.” she jokes "Even though its almost impossible with how these two dark gentlemen crowd you in" she looks at Trent and Jamal pointedly.

You snort, the tension breaking instantly. “Oh... Hi.”

Darnell nods at Jamal, then at Trent, “What’s up.”

Trent and Jamal step back at last, hands raised lightly. “Just showing the newbie what its like at the BSA.” Trent says jokingly while looking not one bit guilty.

“Uh-huh,” Abigail says, clearly amused, “If you say so. I can see the clear excitement in your pants.” she jokes, “why hide it, if you got it? Besides I know how much whites love a big, black, pole. Why keep him from it?” She just laughs “of course you are right, but can't you see how you are overwhelming that boy?” with that Abigail grabs your wrist gently. “Come on, I have to steal you for a bit. I want to inspect that nice swim suit of yours a bit better.”

Your face quickly grows read, but you let yourself be pulled away without resistance, already distracted and laughing.

“Sorry,” you say over your shoulder to Jamal, sheepish and drunk. “I think I need some water.”

Jamal exhales slowly, nodding. “Yeah. You definitely do.”

As Abigail leads you toward the bar, chattering animatedly, you don’t notice the way Jamal watches Trent one last time, warning clear in his eyes.

Trent just smirks back and grabs his by now slightly hard member as if taunting him.

The party noise swells again and the moment passes.

You are still blissfully unaware of how close things came to tipping over, you just feel light, warm, and excited for whatever comes next.

This turned out to be a longer chapter then I expected, I hope you like it. As always please leave a like and comment. Right now, every chapter kind of comes without a plan and I just write what comes to mind. So, if you have any ideas or things you want to see in the story leave a comment and I may integrate them in the story. Also, please comment if you like the way the story is going, I feel like this is very different from what I expected myself, but I like the direction.

Thanks again for reading!