Not yet!

Jamal sits on the edge of his bed, the room lit only by the faint blue glow of his phone and the street light that shines trough the blinds of the window. He’s half-reclined against the wall, one knee propped up, thumb moving lazily across the screen as he texts with the BSA guys.

He’s relaxed… until he hears you shift in the other bed.

At first it’s just the rustle of sheets. Which was normal and harmless.

Then he hears the little breath you let out, soft, shaky, the kind you don’t make while awake.

And Jamal freezes, eyes flicking over his phone toward your faint silhouette across the room. You’re still, but not really.

Your back arches slightly under the blanket, your legs tighten, and then there’s another sound, the quietest little gasp, almost swallowed by the pillow.

Jamal blinks once and then a slow smile stretches across his lips. He doesn’t say anything, doesn’t call your name, he just watches. You don’t even know you’re making those sounds, but Jamal hears every single one of them.

Every breathy little whimper, every restless shift of your body under the sheets, every tiny hint of whatever erotic dream you’re lost in.

You’re dreaming again, and he knows exactly what kind of dream it is.

He lowers the brightness on his phone, not because he wants to stop texting, but because he doesn’t want to risk waking you. Not when you’re like this, giving him all this without even knowing.

One of the guys texts him a meme, Jamal smirks, typing back, but his attention keeps slipping right back to you, as another faint moan leaves your throat.

He can’t fully see your face, but he can hear the embarrassment you’ll have in the morning, even if you don’t say anything.

He already knows you’re going to avoid eye contact over breakfast and how you’re going to pretend nothing happened.

Your hips shift beneath the blankets, slow and ****, rubbing your lower body against the mattress.

Jamal’s smile deepens, dark, knowing, almost amused, by your unknowingly sexy display.

He murmurs under his breath, barely audible: “Mm… look at you. Why don't you act like this when you're awake, white boy?...”

It wasn't mocking or cruel. Just… claiming in a way, soft, warm and confident.

Like he expected this and has been waiting for it. A part of him always knew you’d eventually make sounds like that with him in the room. He already knows, that soon you will make those sounds, not just with him in the room, but with you being pleasured by Jamal and shown where a white boy like you belongs.

He watches your breathing, uneven now, chest rising in quick little pulses, while the glow of his phone lights up the curve of his jaw.

Then your head turns slightly toward him and your lips part just a bit, in what seams like a silent moan. You whisper something that’s too faint to understand.

Jamal’s eyebrows lift and he sets his phone down beside him, elbows resting on his knees, eyes never leaving you.

He slowly moves his legs down to the ground and with one hand, he glides over the semi hard one in his underwear as he watches you. Like someone enjoying a private show made only for him.

Another soft gasp, a tiny tremble running through your thick legs, just more proof of the dream you’ll deny having.

Jamal breathes out slowly.

“Yeah,” he murmurs to himself, low and satisfied, “That figures.”

The black man isn't surprised or confused by whats going on, on the other side of the room.

He's just deeply, deeply amused that you still insist you’re “not into guys,” when you clearly dream of men right now.

He glances at his phone again, sees the BSA group still lighting up, but he doesn’t pick it back up yet. His eyes are on you, completely.

You let out one last breathy moan, it sounded almost like "Jamal". It was like a deep sigh mixed with a whimper, and the moment passes.

Your body gradually settles and your breathing becomes steady again.

But Jamal is still awake, still listening, still smiling like he’s holding a secret you don’t know you gave him.

Since the show is over, the black man ignores the very sizable big, hard bulge in his underwear, and the wet spot thats left at where his tip is, as he finally picks his phone back up and types a few message.

He was relaxed and pleased, maybe even a little victorious of being able to witness this moment.

<some of the messages>

[Homies]

Dior: guys don't forget, tomorrow is the party at Sarah's

Jason: could never forget that lol

Trent: cant wait to see all those bitches in some nice swim ware

Ash: always so sex brained bro

Trent: you cant tell me that you dont want to see those whitys in skin tight shit

Dior: Trent is kinda right, from the pics Jamal made of them at the store I can't wait either to see those pussys for real

Ash: ok ok, yeah makes sense, the pics where really hot

Jamal: you right they were, told E to wear a specific pair, his bubble butt looks perfect in it

Jason: sounds good, can't wait, hope he can handle seeing so much skin at the party xD

Jamal: oh that white boy will, hes ben starring at me and my dick every time I tease him

Jamal: gonna be another white slut drooling for some bbc

Ash: bro its fine, we get it your hot, leave some white boy cake for us...

Dior: Ash we saw that dude Calvin giving you his number, give it a few weeks and he will be like all the other white boys

Trent: bro got a number? Thats crazy!

Jamal: yes and that white guy looked hot!

Jason: oh nice, happy for you

Jason: I guess I can tell M that you won't join us tomorrow lol

Ash: I did not say that!!!

Jason: just teasing, just teasing hahaha

Dior: anyways... tomorrow will be fun, I got Ty some tight swim trunks, his cage will be fully visible and will have him ware a plug, gonna be so hot!

Trent: cant want to see that shiii, thinking of forcing Just to wear a bigger plug then he normally has

Trent: little whity been slacking with his training!

Jason: dont be too hard on him, you completely control his relationship, must be hard on his little white boy mind

Trent: bro he loves it, hes more of a slut for bbc then his girlfriend is, you should see how much he does to just be able to kiss my dick, total addicted

Ash: if you say so...

*...*

When he finally decides to sleep, he lies on his back, hands behind his head, eyes drifting toward your bed one last time.

Your body was still, you looked peaceful and obviously unaware of what just happened.

Jamal exhales, smirking to himself.

“Uh-huh,” he whispers.

“Can't wait for you to make those sounds while you're on your knees for me.”

He palms the still semi hard bulge in his underware one last time and finally he closes his eyes.

And he falls asleep to the memory of the little sounds you made, sounds he’s absolutely not going to let you forget, even if you try.