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Chapter 9
by
Me333
Do you ask him if you can sleep naket?
Yes you do!
You muster up all your confidence and ask Jamal, "Is it okay if I sleep naked? I always have, and I feel strange even just wearing these tight underwear. If you're not okay with it, that's fine too, no pressure!" You say way to fast, but still understandable, not knowing that you've given Jamal another hidden win for his plan, since there is now a great chance that he would see your phat white ass naked every morning and maybe even catch a glimpse of your white dick and see how small it is!
Jamal's eyes flicker with a predatory gleam at your innocent question, the corners of his mouth curling up into a knowing smile.
"Of course, man. You should be comfortable in your own space. I don't have a problem with it if you don't." With those words, he casually adjusts the prominent bulge in his underwear, a silent testament to his growing anticipation.
But you have already started to take of your underware under your blanket, so you dont see him adjusting himself.
"Thats great, thanks, this will help me alot to feel more comfortable" you say throwing your underware to the side of your bed.
He reclines on his bed, propping himself up on his elbow, his gaze never straying too far from you. "Just make sure you're covered up if you're wandering around the room," he adds with a playful wink, his tone light and jesting, as if to downplay the underlying implications of his words.
"Hahaha, yeah, don't worry about it, Jamal, you won't have to see my white ass jiggling around in our room. I just put on underwear as soon as I wake up!" You say cheerily, then you lay back again and yawn.
"Okay then, good night, can't wait for tomorrows shopping trip!" You say and turn around to face the wall, not seeing how Jamal palms his big black cock through his underwear, a wet spot has already appeared where his thick mushroom head is, just imagining your fat white ass under those sheets. He also writes in his group chat about your conversations, and they are all comtinue to be jealous of him and give him tipps for his plan with subtle ways to assert his dominance and feel you up when you are pants shopping tomorrow.
"Good night, Emile," Jamal responds, his voice a low, soothing rumble that masks the lascivious thoughts racing through his mind. As you are turned away from him, you cant see his fingers tracing the outline of his growing erection beneath the fabric of his white underwear. He watches the gentle rise and fall of the sheets as you settle in for the night, the mental image of your naked body beneath them fueling his arousal.
<some of the messages>
[Homies]
Jamal: Get ready, boys!
Jamal: This white boy is falling right into my hands. Tomorrow, we’re gonna find him some pants that'll show off that phat white bubble butt...
Trent: Fuck yea, get him something that sits tight, like spandex or nylon or whatever
Jason: That would look great on him… butt ;) Not sure if he’d go with it…
Trent: Who cares? Jamal’s great at influencing white boys like Emile. He just has to work his charm, and he’ll be showing off his butt in no time!
Ash: Hate to say it, but Trents right Jamal’s got those white boys wrapped around his finger with a snap
Jamal: Thanks, guys. We’ll see if my powers are strong enough lol At least I’ll get him to try on something like that and take a pic for you all!
Dior: Thanks, man. Ty won’t stop talking about that ass. Think you’ll let him eat E out when the time comes?
Jamal: That whitey likes big things lol but sure, he just has to let us watch!
Dior: He said yes! Wasn’t that easy to understand with a cock in his mouth though...
Jason: Bro, let that boy breathe! Does he do anything but suck your dick all day?
Dior: For sure. He lets me rearrange his guts the rest of the time ;)
James: Bro, don’t cramp my style ;D
James: Honestly, if the boy’s that eager, I won’t judge, but you’ve got quite the endurance....
<...>
[Trent]
Jamal: Can you get Justin to tell me where he buys his pants?
Jamal: The little whity knows how to show off his cake
Trent: Sure thing, bro, but his shit is expensive
Trent: Want me to tell him to come with and buy everything for you?
Jamal: Yeah, won’t say no to that!
Trent: I’ll write him. I’m sure he’s gonna drip in his little cage the whole time, he’s such a sucker for being dominated like that
Trent: You should see his eyes when I fucked S last night he almost came just from watching...
Jamal: That’s crazy. Let’s see, maybe I’ll make sure Emile gets a good look at what a real man’s cock looks like!
Trent: For sure. He’ll be begging for that BBC by the time you’re done with him
Jamal: Can’t wait to see the look on his face when he sees the monster I’m packing
Trent: Don’t take too much time or I’ll get to him first. You know he won’t resist my charm **
Jamal: Is that a challenge?
Trent: Yeah, sure, bro! Let’s see who gets to pound that white pussy first. That way I don’t have to worry about if he’s too loose after everyone’s through with him
Trent: If you want, I can tell J to give you a BJ.... tomorrow if there’s time. I know he’s your type, I saw you looking!
Jamal: Definitely, that mouth belongs around a big cock, not that thing you’re packing...
Trent: Fuck off, bro. Sarah and him came so many times on my meat this summer, their pussies have taken the shape of my cock by now!
Jamal: Good for you. Hope Sarah won’t break you...
Jamal: Also, I hope you know you don’t stand a chance
Jamal: That boy was staring at my bulge the whole day and is sleeping naked in his bed right now....
<...>
His fingers dance over the screen, tapping out each word with a sense of triumph.
"This cultural exchange is going to be one for the books." He thinks to himself.
What happens in the morning?
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The Black Students Association
Initiation
The plane from Germany feels like a lifetime ago. All that’s real now is the weight of the suitcase in your hand and the sprawling, unfamiliar campus of your new American university. You’re Emile, white, eighteen years old, an exchange student, your straight, or at least you think you are, your body is average, besides the big bubble butt that you always got bullied for, and your new home is a dorm room with two beds. Your roommate is Jamal. He’s tall, athletic, with a confidence that seems to radiate from him. His skin is dark, his smile is sharp and disarming, and his presence... it’s just commanding. He’s not just another student; he’s the heart of the Black Students Association, the BSA, a group everyone on campus respects. They fight for equality, they push back against racism, that’s the official story, the one you would hear in the hallways. But you start to notice things. Little things. The way the white members of their circle look at the Black members. A certain look in their eyes. The way commands are given... and followed. Without question or hesitation. Jamal takes you under his wing from day one. He walks you through campus, his hand a warm weight on your shoulder, introducing you to everyone who matters. He makes you feel seen, welcomed. And somewhere between the campus tours and the late-night talks in your shared room, you start to feel it too. That subtle, magnetic pull toward him. That warm, comforting pressure to just... follow his lead. And maybe, just maybe... you don’t mind at all. This is your semester. Your education. In more ways than one.
Updated on Jun 10, 2026
by Me333
Created on Aug 17, 2025
by Me333
With every decision at the end of a chapter your game state can change. Here are your current variables.
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