The black ones!

You picked up the first pair, black, short-cut trunks, just as tight as the booty shorts you’d bought in the last shop. The fabric clung immediately as you slid them up your thighs and over your underwear, squeezing around the softness there. You shifted, tugged, adjusted, but there was no hiding how they gripped your flesh. There wasn’t much of a bulge in thr front, completely hiding that you have a penis, but your backside was practically on full, skin-tight display. Your cheeks round and prominently shaped by the fabric.

From outside came Jamal’s voice, deep and amused.

“You ready, Emile? Or you still fighting it?”

Your throat was dry.

“I… I guess.”

But you pushed the curtain open just enough to step out. Jamal’s gaze locked onto you instantly. He didn’t even try to hide it, his eyes dragged from your shoulders down to where the trunks hugged your hips, then back up again. Slowly, his grin spread.

“Mmm. See? That’s what I’m talking about. Tight in all the right places. That white skin against the black fabric? Clean. Classic and how it should be." He says with a nod. "And damn, those curves.”

You shifted awkwardly under the weight of his and Justin’s stares, turning slightly to check yourself in the big mirror across the wall. The trunks hugged your ass firmly, the pale flesh straining against the smooth black fabric.

“Yeah…” Jamal’s voice was lower now, almost thoughtful, but still thick with heat. “That’s a dangerous look. You walk into a pool like that, every head turns. Nobody’s safe.”

Behind him, Justin stood stiffly near the racks, eyes darting up just long enough to catch a glimpse before snapping back to the floor. His ears burned bright red, and he bit his lip like he couldn’t decide whether to watch or flee.

“Also, I love seeing white boys in black stuff” he slaps Justin on his thick ass and says in a jokey tone “Black on white is just better in every single way, right Just?" Jamal laughs and looks back at you, not even waiting for an answer from Justin, who honestly looks like he wants to dissappear into the ground and never come back.

Having Jamal tuch Justin like this gives you a strange feelin, like it shouldn't be Justin who the strong black man tuches...

Still, you are too flustered to say anything, you just mumbled something incoherent and ducked back into the cubicle. Your heart raced, your skin tingling with every word Jamal had just said and the image of his big hand on Justin's ass. He was openly complimenting your body, just like he had all day. Somehow, it made you feel warm inside, though you told yourself it was only because you weren’t used to compliments about something you’d struggled with your whole life.

Outside of thr cubicle Jamal is on his phone again, now sending Trent the picture he made of Justin's cum filled mouth.

<some of the messages>

[Trent]

Jamal: Send a picture

Jamal: look at this cum slut...

Jamal: you didn't lie little whity is good at sucking black cock

Trent: fuuuuck that's hot, seems like you were pent up quite a bit

Trent: E's white bubble butt must make your balls go overdrive

Jamal: you have no idea bro, seeing those white asses in skin tight fabric is almost like ****

Jamal: right now I have him try on swimm trunks, whity will join you in swimming

Trent: fuck dude, really??? You know that white boypussy will be mine if you don't act fast then

Trent: him seeing my rod in the changing room will probably make him fall on his knees, right then and there!

Jamal: dream on bro, Just was good, but he still had a hard time deep throating my cock

Jamal: he obviously isn't used to something this big, so I won't have to worry about you

Trent: fuck you man that bitch probably did not do his training enough like I ordered him. Maybe have to punish him later.

Jamal: your boy is doing a good job today, dont be too harsh, he's a good piggy bank!

Trent: S is training real good right now, slut wants to be a pro bbc sucker. Thinking about making her lips bigger

Trent: you know, into proper dick sucking lips, wrapping perfectly around a bbc...

Jamal: bro its your whity, if you tell her, she would do it, but tell Just to do the same then, his lips could be bigger too!

Trent: will, if I decide to tell them!

Trent: look at this!

Trent: Sends a picture

<...>

The picture Trent sent, is of Sarah's head being smashed against his dark skinned crotch, completely engulfing his thick, long, black cock, not even showing a sliver of its skin. It looks like Sarah is concentrating hard on not **** or gagging, which would be normal for sucking a cock like his. One of Trent's large hands is placed on the back of her head securely holding her in place. The skin around her eyes is slightly red, it seems like this is a pretty long training session. Jamal can't wait to do the same thing with Emile and train him to worship his bbc real good.

He looked over at Justin with a cocky grin.

“Look, white boy.”

Jamal held out his phone, showing Sarah’s boyfriend the picture Trent had just sent him.

Justin gasped as his eyes landed on the screen. He hadn’t expected to see her like that on Jamal’s phone, even though he witnessed almost the same thing every single day in real life.

The black man flashed him a predatory smile, white teeth gleaming.

“You like what you see, don’t you? Must make you strain in that tiny, little cock cage so hard, huh?”

Justin couldn’t speak. He just nodded, adjusting the small, angular bulge in his crotch, far too stiff and pointed for what should normally be soft or hidden.

“Trent’s training her good today,” Jamal said, still typing to Trent. “If you wanna keep up and satisfy him and her, you better be training that throat a whole lot more.”

His voice dropped as he sent another message.

“You did a good job today, but it could definitely be improved before next time. Don’t you think?”

Jamal’s large hand slid down and gripped one of Justin’s thick and round ass cheeks, squeezing firmly. The white man squirmed at the touch.

Jamal shifted, adjusting the very distinct and heavy bulge in his own pants, smirking.

“God, that pool party’s gonna be insane. Seeing all of you white sluts in those tight little swim clothes? Every brother there’s gonna lose his damn mind.”

He squeezed again, fingers digging into the heat of the thick flesh under Justin’s shorts.

“Tell her to get some rooms ready for everyone who wants some private time… I’m sure plenty of the brothers will want to use them.”

With a sharp slap to Justin’s ass, Jamal added, “And maybe you’ll get another round of my big cock like today, if Emile doesn’t put out before then. Let’s see. You’d like that, wouldn’t you?”

Justin stood frozen, nervously aroused, unable to answer.

“Answer me, whity” Jamal commanded, his tone heavy with dominance.

Justin squirmed, then finally stammered out obediently,

“Ah… yes… yes, I would, sir.”

The other man’s grin widened at Justin’s stuttered words.

“That’s what I like to hear, white boy. Hope you improve before then. Otherwise…” His voice dipped lower. “Maybe I’ll try the other side. Your ass isn’t as big as Emile’s, but it’s still way bigger than average and what I heard from Trent, you are a pretty good fuck.”

Jamal’s right hand moved forward, pressing against the front of Justin’s tight pants, feeling deliberately. His grin sharpened as his fingers closed around something angular and hard through the fabric.

“Oh, there it is.”

Justin shuddered at the touch, his breath caught.

“This thing really is tiny,” Jamal laughed. “And you walk around with it all day, every day?”

Justin nodded silently, shame flushing through him.

“God, that’s pathetic,” Jamal said, voice dripping with cruel amusement. “Probably didn’t have much to show off before, but still, completely giving your cock up like this? Damn.”

He squeezed Justin’s crotch again, leaning close with a cocky grin.

“Trent might be crazy sometimes, but I’ll give him this,” Jamal paused, tightening his grip just enough to make Justin shiver. “He really knows how to control his white property well. He really does...”

He finally let go, straightening up as the sound of rustling came from the stall where Emile was changing. Jamal didn’t want him to have even the faintest idea of what was happening outside. He will have to look at the rest of Trents messages later.