SHORT STORIES 16 #2
Noah shifted slightly, and Jamal stirred. “Morning, baby,” he murmured, voice husky with sleep. He pulled Noah closer, pressing his morning hardness against Noah’s ass. “Sleep okay?”
“Yeah… better than I have in weeks,” Noah admitted. His voice sounded small, almost shy. The events of last night played through his mind—the way Jamal had taken him again after that first round, slower this time, making Noah ride him until his thighs shook. The praises, the dirty talk, the overwhelming pleasure. He had cum three times total, something he had never experienced before.
Jamal chuckled, kissing the back of his neck. “Good. Because I’m not done with you yet. But first, food. You need energy for what I got planned today.”
They showered together. Jamal’s hands were everywhere—soaping Noah’s body, paying special attention to his ass, sliding fingers inside to tease him while they stood under the hot water. Noah leaned back against the taller man’s chest, letting himself be handled. It felt natural, almost too easy. When they dried off, Jamal made breakfast—eggs, bacon, toast—moving around the kitchen like he belonged there. Noah watched him, still amazed at how a man this dominant could also be so casually caring.
Over coffee, they talked more openly. Jamal asked about Sophia again. Noah told him everything this time: the teasing during sex, the way she would moan louder when watching certain scenes in movies, the comments about “real men.” Jamal listened with a knowing smile.
“Sounds like she was preparing you for me without even knowing it,” he said. “White boys like you get that itch. Can’t ignore it forever. Your body knows what it needs.” He reached over and squeezed Noah’s thigh. “And this ass? It was made for Black cock. I could tell from the first picture.”
Noah blushed but didn’t deny it. The shame he used to feel was fading, replaced by excitement. They moved back to the bedroom after eating. Jamal had him on his knees again, this time teaching him how to take more of his thick length down his throat. “Breathe through your nose, relax your throat. That’s it… fuck, you’re a natural pretty boy.”
Noah gagged but pushed through, eyes watering as he looked up at Jamal. The praise made him try harder. “Good girl. Look at those pretty lips. Gonna have you swallowing my load soon.”
When Jamal was satisfied, he flipped Noah onto his stomach, propping pillows under his hips so his ass was raised perfectly. The position made Noah feel exposed, vulnerable, and incredibly turned on. Jamal took his time eating him out again, tongue working deep while one lubed finger, then two, stretched him open.
“You ready for more?” Jamal asked, voice low.
“Yes, Daddy. Please.”
The stretch was still intense as Jamal pushed inside, but Noah’s body was adjusting faster now. Jamal fucked him with long, deep strokes, grinding against his prostate on every thrust. Noah moaned into the pillow, fists clutching the sheets.
“Tell me what you want,” Jamal demanded, slapping his ass lightly.
“I want your big Black cock… I want you to fuck me harder, Daddy. Make me yours.”
Jamal obliged, picking up speed. The sound of skin slapping skin filled the room. He reached around to stroke Noah’s smaller dick in time with his thrusts. “This little white dick doesn’t get to cum until I say so. Understand?”
“Yes… fuck, yes.”
They changed positions multiple times. Jamal had him riding on top, hands gripping Noah’s hips and guiding the rhythm. Then against the wall, Noah’s legs wrapped around Jamal’s waist as he was bounced like he weighed nothing. The power difference was intoxicating. Jamal could manhandle him effortlessly, lifting, turning, positioning him however he wanted.
At one point, Jamal pulled out and made Noah watch in the full-length mirror as he slid back in from behind. “Look at yourself,” he growled. “Look how well you take it. That pretty face, that fat ass bouncing on my dick. You were born for this.”
Noah stared, mesmerized by the sight—their bodies joined, Jamal’s dark hands on his pale skin, the way his own cock leaked onto the floor. He came hard just from the visual and the pounding.
Hours passed in a haze of sex, rest, and more sex. They took a break in the afternoon to eat again, then Jamal wanted to try something new. He had Noah lie on his back with his legs pushed up toward his chest, almost folding him in half. The position allowed incredibly deep penetration. Jamal fucked him steadily, talking the whole time.
“You know, I’ve turned out a few white boys before, but none like you. Most of them fight it at first. You? You open right up. Like you were waiting for me your whole life.”
Noah moaned, nodding. “I was… I’ve watched so much… fantasized about this exact thing.”
“Tell me your dirtiest fantasy,” Jamal said, slowing his strokes to tease.
Noah hesitated, then whispered it. “Being completely owned… dressed up a little, treated like your girl. Made to forget about being a man at all.”
Jamal’s eyes darkened with lust. “We can make that happen. Not today, but soon. I’ll have you in something pretty, makeup on those lips, taking my cock like the perfect little wife.”
The words sent Noah over the edge again. Jamal followed shortly after, filling him deep once more.
By evening, they were both exhausted but satisfied. Jamal ordered delivery and they ate in bed, talking about normal things—music, movies, Jamal’s training clients. It felt strangely domestic, which only made the dominant undercurrent hotter.
As night fell, Jamal pulled Noah close again. “One more round before I head out for a bit. Gotta handle some work stuff later, but I’ll be back tomorrow if you want.”
Noah nodded eagerly. This time it was slower, more sensual. Jamal kissed every inch of his body, worshipping the curves he loved so much. When he entered Noah again, it felt like coming home. They moved together, eyes locked, until both reached climax.
Afterward, as they lay tangled, Jamal traced patterns on Noah’s back. “You’re mine now, Noah Ellis. Don’t fight it. This is just chapter one of us.”
Noah smiled sleepily. Part of him wondered what Sophia would think if she knew. The thought sent a strange thrill through him. He had crossed a line, and there was no going back. And he didn’t want to.
Jamal left around midnight with a deep kiss and a promise to return. Noah fell asleep almost immediately, body sore in the best way, mind full of new possibilities.
The next morning brought a text from Jamal: “Thinking about that ass already. Send me a pic of it arched up. I want to see what’s waiting for me tonight.”
Noah complied, feeling bold. The reply came fast with more praise and plans for their next meeting. But Jamal wasn’t the only one reaching out. A message from Sophia popped up unexpectedly: “Hey, been thinking about you. Miss our talks sometimes. How you holding up?”
Noah stared at it, heart racing. He didn’t reply right away. Instead, he sent another photo to Jamal, this one including his face—flushed, lips parted. Jamal’s response made him forget Sophia for the moment: “Good boy. Tonight I’m bringing some toys. Gonna stretch that pussy even more and make you scream my name.”
The anticipation built throughout the day. Noah cleaned up, prepared himself carefully, and waited. When Jamal arrived that evening, he wasn’t alone in spirit—his energy filled the apartment immediately. He had a small bag with him.
“Miss me?” Jamal asked, pulling Noah into a rough kiss.
“More than I should,” Noah breathed.
Jamal unpacked the bag on the bed: lube, a medium-sized plug, and a larger dildo. “We’re gonna train this ass properly. By the time I’m done, you’ll be able to take me easier every time.”
The session started with the plug. Jamal worked it in slowly while sucking Noah off, edging him mercilessly. “Not yet. Hold it.”
Then the dildo. Jamal made Noah fuck himself on it while describing what he would do in the future—dressing Noah up, filming private videos, claiming him completely. The dirty talk pushed Noah to new heights.
Finally, Jamal replaced the toy with his own cock, fucking Noah through multiple orgasms until he was a moaning, spent mess. “That’s my pretty white boy. Taking everything I give you.”
They collapsed together again, but this time Jamal stayed longer, holding Noah through the aftershocks.
As they rested, Jamal whispered, “I got a feeling this is gonna get even better. You ready for more?”
Noah nodded, already craving the next step. His old life felt farther away than ever. With Jamal, he was discovering a new side of himself—one he no longer wanted to hide.
Chapter 3
The days that followed blurred into a haze of discovery and surrender. Noah had never felt so alive, so completely desired. Jamal came over almost every evening, each visit more intense than the last. Work and normal life faded into the background as Noah rearranged his schedule around the man who had claimed him so thoroughly.
On the third night, Jamal arrived with a small surprise. He handed Noah a simple black thong and a soft, oversized t-shirt that fell just past his hips. “Put these on for me, baby. I want to see my pretty girl tonight.”