The real men talk!

Jamal slowed his pace just enough for Darnell to match it, the two of them drifting a few steps behind the others. Up ahead, Abigail’s blonde hair bounced as she chatted brightly with you and Justin, her laughter soft, girlish. Darnell’s hand had left her waist, so the two white boys wouldn’t hear what he and Jamal were saying.

Jamal tilted his head toward them, his grin lazy but sharp. “Man, you really did it. Alex turned into that? Damn. She’s a whole white bombshell now. If you hadn’t told me, I wouldn’t have believed that used to be that pathetic little white boy.”

Darnell chuckled, deep and satisfied, his chest swelling. “Yeah, man. You remember him back then. Thin, nervous, like every whity, always trying to prove something. I knew right away he didn’t need to be proving shit. He needed to be shown the bbc slut he really was. So I pushed him. Clothes and posture, I taught him how a white boy should act around a superior black men. Step by step until I made Alex stopped existing and the snow bunny Abigail took his place. Now look at her. Beautiful. Feminine. Blacked and completely mine.”

His eyes flicked ahead to where her thick white hips seductively swayed from side to side in those tiny denim hot pants.

Jamal whistled low. “You always had that vision, bro. I remember you talking about how you want to take a white boy like that and flip him. Now she’s exactly where you wanted her to be.”

“Exactly,” Darnell said proudly. “Almost perfect big dick sucking lips, a body that fills out the way I like it, beautiful curves that show who she belongs to. And it ain’t finished yet. I think I want her chest to be bigger, more eye-catching, more soft for me to hold and grab. I also want her to have bigger lips too, so that she can really service a big black rod, if you know what I mean. Every part of her body should be a reflection of what I want her to be.”

Jamal smirked, but his eyes burned with something darker as they flicked ahead to you. “And you don’t ever think about letting her steer the wheel herself? She just… follows?” He asks.

Darnell’s grin spread wide, teeth flashing. “That’s the point, brother. She don’t gotta steer anytging. She trusts me to lead her wherever I want. That’s what makes it work. She wants me to decide over her completely. And I do just that. That’s why she shines like this, because I keep her shining. She knows it and damn she really loves to have me controlling her.”

The weight of his words hung between them, heavy and hot. Jamal’s gaze lingered on the way your jeans clung across your phat white ass. His jaw flexed, his throat working as he muttered low.

“Emile…”

Darnell caught the look immediately, his grin turning sly. “That white boy’s built perfect, huh? Thick where it counts.”

Jamal let out a slow, hungry laugh. “Man, that bubble butt’s been driving me crazy since we met yesterday. Tight jeans, shorts, whatever hes wearing don’t matter. That white flesh is begging for a black man to own it. But he’s still green. Doesn’t even realize half the time when I’m pushing him.”

Darnell clapped a heavy hand onto Jamal’s shoulder. “Then keep pushing bro. You don’t need him to realize it yet. He’s already on his way. Little compliments, little pressure. Make him feel seen like nobody else does. That boy’ll fold. And when he does? He’ll be yours to own.”

Jamal exhaled sharply, as if the thought hit deep. “You think? He’s not like Abigail. I don’t see him putting on skirts or painting his nails. And I don’t want him to.”

“Doesn’t matter,” Darnell smirked. “He don’t need to be another Abigail. You want him as he is. Your white boy. That fat ass in your hands, that softness under your control. Same dynamic, different shape. Guide him. He’ll thank you for it one day.”

They walked in silence for a moment, only the shuffle of the mall around them. Then Jamal’s grin returned, sharp and hungry. His eyes lingered on you, the sway of your step, the way your shoulders hunched shyly as Abigail leaned in close to talk.

“Yeah…” Jamal murmured. “That white boy’s mine. He just don’t know it yet.”

Darnell chuckled, rich with approval. “Now you’re getting it brother.”