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You are Emile, an 18-year-old German exchange student arriving at an American college for your first semester abroad. You're about 165 cm tall, average build, maybe a little on the thicker side. Your skin is pale, your shoulder-length curls are golden blonde, and your bright blue eyes stand out. When it comes to the lower part of your body it isn’t way better, your cock and balls are below average sized around 11cm and definetly not as thick as you would want it to be. But you didn't even have the chance to use it yet, so you mostly ignore that part, besides jerking off obviously.

Thats also the best way to not feel too insecure about it.

But what people always noticed most about you back home was your butt, it's round, thick, jucy, and way too noticeable. It’s something you’ve been teased about your whole life, and part of you hopes that here in America, people might treat you differently. You’ve got a clean slate, after all.

With a set of printed directions in hand, you navigate your way across the campus of your mid-sized liberal arts university. Its the third day of orientation week, since your flight got delayed you missed a few days, but the place is still buzzing with students, some lounging on grassy patches, others walking in groups toward nearby buildings. On one way you can see all the stands advertising their various clubs and activities. But thats not your concern right now.

You pass a cluster of students standing near a huge oak tree. They’re a mix of Black and white guys and girls. A few of them look like couples, always a Black student paired with a white one. Some straight and some gay. There is only one white couple seemingly standing among them, and for some reason, they seem oddly out of place. But you brush it off. It’s normal for students to mingle, and just because it's new for you doesn’t mean it's strange.

You’ve attended a few Black Lives Matter protests back in Germany. That was mostly because your best friend Emma’s boyfriend, who’s Black, was deeply involved. Emma cared, and because she cared, so did you. But now, being in America, you wonder how different things might be here.

Eventually, you reach your dorm building. And inside a nice Ra helps you find your room. Room number 15.

The names "Jamal" and "Samuel" are printed on a small plaque beside the door. You remember now, Samuel, a Black student, had swapped rooms with you so he could go on exchange to Germany. That means your roommate must be Jamal.

You knock once and pull out the key they gave you with the directions to the room. As the door creaks open and you roll your suitcase in you give your sorroundings a quick glance. The room is pretty big, with a very small kitchen area, and even a bathroom which you know has a shower in it, you are extremly thankful for that.

Infront of you, you see two similarly sets of furniture, a beds, wardrobes, bedsidetables and desks for studies.

One side of the room is already occupied as you see Jamal sitting on one of the beds, focused on his phone. But He looks up as the door shuts behind you.

“Oh, hey, you must be Emile, right?” he says, flashing a warm, easy smile. His voice is deep and smooth, with a relaxed confidence, his teeth white. He gets up from his bed.

“Welcome to the States, man. I’m Jamal. Looks like we’re roommates for the semester. Cool to have someone new around here.”

“Hello Jamal, I’m Emile. Nice to meet you,” you say with a polite smile, stepping forward to shake his hand.

He towers over you as he approaches, his broad shoulders casting a shadow across the room. His dark hand completely envelopes your pale one as you shake, his grip firm, but not aggressive. His oversized T-shirt can’t quite hide his muscular frame, and you feel a little intimidated, though you try not to let it show.

As you study him, you can see, that the differences between you two are pretty stark, hes almost more then two full heads taller then you, where your body is a bit more curvey his looks very trained from what his oversized clothes show. Not to mention the differences between your skin tones, your pale white skin next to his dark brown one is like night and day. Even his short black hair contrasts your curly shoulder long gold blond one.

Jamal has dark brown eyes and an easy smile, but his confident aura feels very dominant. At least in the way he walks, stands and speeks.

“Yeah, man, we’ll get along fine,” he says. “It might take a minute to adjust, but you’ll be alright. College life out here’s a trip.”

You give him an bright smile.

“Yea, I’m sure I’ll get used to it. We don’t really have shared rooms like this in Germany, so it’s all a bit new to me,” you reply, looking around at the space you’ll now call home.

Jamal gestures to the bed opposite his. “This one’s yours. Used to be Samuel’s. He’s a cool dude, I guess. Hope he’s enjoying Germany as much as he hoped he would."

Then he lowers his voice slightly, grinning. “Just between us two though… he’s kinda a sleazebag. Hope the white chicks over there don’t fall too hard for his smooth talk,” he says with a chuckle.

You laugh awkwardly, unsure how to respond to that comment. The tone sits a little off with you, but you try to ignore it. “I told my best friend Emma to help him settle in. She already has a boyfriend though, so I don’t think there’s much to worry about.”

Jamal chuckles again, thinking to himself that her white boyfriend would have no chance if Samuel wanted to have her. But he steps back toward his side of the room. “Make yourself at home, man. You’ll see, college here is way different from back in Europe.”

You nod and glance at your empty bed.

“Yeah… I can already tell. Everything feels new, from the classes to the campus. But I’m a fast learner. I did pretty well in school back home.”

“Hey, don’t stress too much. You’ll be fine,” Jamal says, walking over and giving your shoulder a reassuring pat. His hand is heavy and warm, the squeeze firm but encouraging.

"Just decorate the place like you would at home, helps with the homesickness" he advices.

Then he gestures proudly to his side of the room.

“Check this out.” Posters cover the wall, raised fists, slogans in bold fonts and symbols you don’t quite recognize.

“These walls are kinda like my cultural mixtape,” he explains. “Everything here says something about who I am. My roots. My people. My fight.”

You study the posters. Some symbols you know, like the raised Black fist. Others are unfamiliar but clearly meaningful. Many include a upsidedown black spade symbol. And the letters "Q" and "J". One poster shows a white and Black hand side by side, with the white one bearing a tattoo of that same spade. You make a mental note to ask about it later.

“I’m part of the Black Student Association,” Jamal continues, his voice proud. “We’re all about building community, raising awareness, educating folks. It’s bigger than just campus stuff. We’re trying to shift the culture.”

Then he pauses and grins. “But enough about me. You good? Got any questions about the place or how things work around here?”