SHORT STORIES 16
Noah Ellis stared at his reflection in the bathroom mirror, running a hand through his messy brown hair. At twenty-four, he still looked younger than his age—soft features, full lips, and a lean frame that hid a surprisingly round, firm ass he had always been self-conscious about. Girls had complimented it before, calling it “cute” or “better than mine,” which only made him flush with a strange mix of embarrassment and secret thrill. He sighed, pulling on a loose t-shirt and sweatpants after his shower.
It had been only three days since he and Sophia Knight broke up. Sophia was everything he thought he wanted—confident, curvy, with a sharp tongue and a laugh that could light up a room. But their relationship had been filled with subtle digs that left him feeling inadequate. She loved teasing him during sex, whispering things like “Is that all, white boy?” or commenting on how quickly he finished compared to her past experiences. She had a thing for dancing to hip-hop and R&B, and more than once Noah had caught her liking posts or watching videos that featured strong Black men. She never admitted much, but the hints were there—her exes, the way she said “Black man” with emphasis, the passionate way she mentioned “big black cock” once while tipsy, then laughed it off with a sly smile directed at him.
The breakup was mutual, or at least that’s what Noah told himself. He needed space, he said. In truth, the constant feeling of not measuring up had worn him down. Now, alone in his small apartment on the edge of the city, Noah found himself falling back into old habits. He opened his laptop, heart racing as he typed in his favorite search terms: interracial, BBC, white boy submission. The videos were addictive—the contrast of skin, the power dynamics, the way the men took control. He had bottomed a few times before with discreet partners, but nothing like the fantasies that consumed him lately. He imagined being treated like a girl, being claimed completely.
He told himself he was mostly straight. He dated women. He acted masculine around his friends. But late at night, scrolling through forums and stories, he craved something else. Something overwhelming.
That night, as he lay in bed with his phone, a notification popped up on Reddit. It was from a user he didn’t recognize: @JamalVance88. The message was direct but smooth.
“Hey, saw some of your posts. You got a nice view there. That ass looks like it needs attention. I’m local.”
Attached was a photo. Noah’s breath caught. The man was massive—easily 6’5”, broad shoulders, muscular arms and chest visible under a tight shirt, dark skin glowing under the light. His face was strikingly handsome, strong jaw, intense eyes, and a confident smirk. Another photo followed in the next message: a thick, heavy Black cock hanging between powerful thighs, easily twice the size of Noah’s own.
Noah’s hands trembled as he typed back. “Holy shit. You’re real?”
Jamal replied quickly. “Very real. Name’s Jamal Vance. Twenty-eight. Been watching guys like you for a while. You look exactly like the type I been searching for—pretty white boy with a fat ass. Show me more.”
They chatted for hours. Jamal was direct but respectful, asking questions about Noah’s life, making him laugh with easy confidence. He lived nearby, worked in personal training and security gigs, and carried himself like a man who knew exactly what he wanted. “I love turning curious boys out,” he wrote at one point. “Making them feel good, making them moan like they never have before. You ever been properly handled, Noah?”
Noah confessed bits and pieces—his breakup with Sophia, the porn he watched, the secret cravings. Jamal listened, hyped him up. “Your ex sounds like she knew what she was missing. But don’t worry, baby. I see you. That ass in your pics? It’s a treasure. I’m gonna treat it right. Arch it for me next time you send one.”
By the end of the night, Noah had sent more photos, including one of his bare ass, bent over slightly. Jamal’s response was immediate and intense. “Fuck, Noah. That’s perfect. You’re built for this. I’m coming over tomorrow night if you’re free. Gonna make you feel like the girl you deep down wanna be for me.”
Noah’s heart pounded. He was nervous, excited, terrified. But he said yes.
The next day dragged. Noah cleaned his apartment, shaved everywhere smooth like he sometimes did in secret, and picked out simple clothes—tight jeans that showed off his curves and a soft shirt. When the knock came at 8 PM, his stomach flipped.
He opened the door and there stood Jamal Vance in the flesh. Even taller and broader than the photos suggested, wearing a black hoodie and sweatpants that did little to hide his powerful physique. His presence filled the doorway.
“Damn, you even prettier in person,” Jamal said, his deep voice smooth as he stepped inside, closing the door behind him. He looked Noah up and down, eyes lingering on his hips and ass. “Come here.”
Noah barely had time to think before Jamal pulled him into a kiss. It was firm, dominating, one big hand cupping the back of his neck. Noah melted almost instantly, hands pressing against Jamal’s hard chest. The contrast was intoxicating—Jamal’s dark skin against his own pale one, the sheer size difference.
When they broke apart, Jamal grinned. “Been thinking about this since last night. Your ex leave you needy, huh? Don’t worry. Daddy’s here now.”
They moved to the couch. Jamal sat back, legs spread, and guided Noah to sit on his lap facing him. Noah could feel the thick bulge pressing against him already. They talked for a while—Jamal asking about Sophia’s teasing, laughing softly at the details. “She knew you needed a real man. Good thing I found you first.”
His hands roamed, squeezing Noah’s ass through his jeans. “Take these off. Let me see it properly.”
Noah stood, stripping slowly under Jamal’s hungry gaze. When he was down to his underwear, Jamal pulled him closer, yanking the fabric down. “Fuck, look at that. So round and smooth. Perfect white boy pussy.” He slapped it lightly, making Noah gasp.
Jamal stood up, towering over him, and stripped off his own shirt. His body was sculpted—chiseled abs, broad chest, arms that could easily manhandle Noah. He pushed his sweatpants down, freeing his massive cock. It was even bigger in person, thick and heavy, veins pulsing along the length.
“On your knees, baby,” Jamal commanded softly.
Noah dropped down, heart racing. He had fantasized about this exact moment countless times. He took Jamal into his hands first, stroking the warm, heavy shaft. It was so thick his fingers didn’t meet. Leaning in, he licked the head, tasting the salty precum. Jamal groaned, one hand gently guiding his head.
“That’s it. Good boy. Take your time. Worship it.”
Noah did. He licked along the length, kissed the balls, then opened wide to take as much as he could into his mouth. Jamal was patient at first, praising him—“Look at those pretty lips stretching. You were made for this dick”—then gradually took more control, fucking Noah’s mouth with slow, deep thrusts. Noah’s eyes watered but he loved it, the feeling of being used, the fullness.
After several minutes, Jamal pulled him up. “Bedroom. Now.”
They moved to the bed. Jamal laid Noah on his back, spreading his legs wide. He ate him out with surprising skill—tongue circling, pushing inside, big hands holding his thighs apart. Noah moaned loudly, hips bucking. No one had ever done it like this. The sensations were overwhelming, pleasure radiating through his body.
“Please… Jamal…”
“Call me Daddy,” Jamal murmured against his skin.
“Daddy… please.”
Jamal lubed himself up and positioned the thick head against Noah’s entrance. “Relax, baby. You can take it. Gonna go slow at first.”
The stretch was intense. Noah gasped, gripping the sheets as inch after inch pushed inside. It burned but felt so right, the fullness better than any fantasy. Jamal kept talking to him—“That’s my good girl. Taking Daddy’s big Black cock so well. Look at your little white dick twitching”—until he bottomed out, hips pressed flush.
They stayed like that for a moment, kissing deeply. Then Jamal started moving—long, powerful strokes that hit every sensitive spot inside Noah. The bed creaked. Noah’s moans filled the room. Jamal’s hands pinned his wrists above his head, dominating him completely.
“Fuck, you’re tight. Gonna ruin this ass for anyone else,” Jamal growled.
Noah came first, untouched, spilling across his own stomach with a cry. Jamal didn’t stop, fucking him through it, then harder. The second round was even more intense—Jamal flipping him onto all fours, making him arch his back like in the photos. He pounded deep, one hand slapping Noah’s ass lightly, the other reaching around to stroke him again.
“You mine now, Noah? Say it.”
“I’m yours, Daddy… fuck, I’m yours.”
Jamal’s pace became relentless. Noah lost track of time, lost in the pleasure, the submission, the way Jamal made him feel small and desired at the same time. When Jamal finally came, it was with a deep groan, flooding Noah with heat.
They collapsed together, Jamal’s big body spooning him, cock still inside. “Good boy,” he whispered, kissing Noah’s neck. “This is just the beginning.”
Noah lay there, body trembling, mind spinning. He had never felt anything like it. Part of him still couldn’t believe it was real. As they rested, Jamal’s hand lazily stroked his hip. “Round two in a bit. I’m nowhere near done with you tonight.”
Noah shivered with anticipation.
Chapter 2
Noah woke up the next morning to the feeling of a heavy arm draped over his waist. For a moment, he thought it was a dream. Then the soreness between his legs reminded him it was all very real. Jamal Vance was still in his bed, breathing deeply, his massive frame taking up most of the space. Sunlight filtered through the curtains, highlighting the contrast of their skin where Jamal’s dark hand rested possessively on Noah’s pale hip.