I woke up and couldn't believe how sore I was. There was a sour taste in my mouth and a sticky dryness on different parts of my body. I could hear conversation and laughter coming from the kitchen and noticed it was almost noon time. My bedroom was a wreck as I suspected the rest of my apartment would be.
I had moved into this apartment my second year of college to get some privacy and quiet. On my limited resources I found this place in a mostly minority area off campus. I was one of only two white occupants in my building and the youngest at 19. The other tenants were mostly older black men in their 30s and 40s. I found out during my first community party that the apartments were a release destination for parolees.
That seemed to explain why my girlfriend and I felt like these men were flirting with me and trying to gain my attention. She said, in a joking way, that I was the girl in the room more than she was. She didn't know how accurate that statement was. From that night to this weekend I experienced many feminizing gestures.
The men would open doors for me, bring my groceries up from the car, hug me when I was leaving or coming home, pat me on the ass when I was walking away and often stare me down until I would shyly look away. Than two nights ago when I was coming home, a man named Tyrone asked if he could come by and watch TV because his cable was out.
I met him at the party and was intimidated by his size and appearance. He stood 6'4", weighed about 240 pounds chiseled was bald with many graphic tattoos. At 5'8", 165 he towered me and out weighed by quite a lot. He came to the door that night wearing nylon basketball shorts and a tank top. I answered the door barefoot wearing sweats and a t-shirt. He smiled and handed me one of the two beers he was holding.
We sat down and began watching a movie and after about 30 minutes of watching and talking, Tyrone went into the kitchen to toss his beer bottle and when he came back to the couch, he sat right next to me and put his arm above me. I tried to get up and toss my beer bottle, but he insisted on doing it for me and came back to the same spot. He began rubbing my bare feet and then my thigh.
When I started to protest he kissed me deeply and covered me with his muscular body. After 5 minutes I pushed him away telling him I had a girlfriend. He got up and said he understood. Tyrone said that most of the parolees in the building had fucked white boys in prison and they still had a strong taste for white boy pussy. They all thought when they met me that I wanted to be turned out.
He said if I changed my mind he would love for me to be his faggot. I oddly felt flattered by his words and the 10" bulge I created in his shorts. Than he asked if he and Big Mike could come over the next night to watch the fights. In spite of knowing their attraction to my asshole, I agreed. Tyrone asked me for one last kiss and after I weakly objected, we kissed for another 5 minutes as he pressed his black cock against me. After he left, I had a weird tingling sensation.
I woke up the next morning feeling very weird about what happened but glad that it was Friday. As I laid in bed thinking about my situation I got an erection that would not go away. I couldn't get the bulge in Tyrone's shorts out of my head and started masturbating to it. Just as I was getting ready to cum, the phone rang. It was my girlfriend Mia reminding me that we were to go to the outdoor market on Saturday morning and she would pick me up.
I felt guilty about my behavior but finished masturbating to thoughts of big black cock anyway. As I began getting ready for the day, I felt myself behaving strangely in a subconscious manner. I shaved my body hair and cut my pubic area into a small V. I cleaned the house, changed the sheets and made sure there was beer in the refrigerator. As I was leaving for school, I saw Tyrone near the parking lot talking with three other black men. I waved as my heart pounded in my chest.
He waved me over and introduced me to Big Mike who I remembered from the party. He was even bigger than Tyrone and much blacker, also I guessed in his late 30s. As I stood there Tyrone put his arm around my shoulders. He said he would be there at my place at 7 O'clock. Then he patted me on the ass as I walked away, his friends were making comments under their breathe I could not make out. I was embarrassed and now determined nothing would happen physically again.
As I drove back from class later that day I had butterflies in my stomach anticipating how to get out of this "date". While making my way through the complex after getting home, the black men I knew welcomed me with hugs and smiles. It was like they were awaiting good news. With me being 19 and most of them late 30s and older, I figured I didn't know what was going on because of my age. It was 6:45 when I got to my apartment and changed into shorts. Then, like the early morning body shave, I did something out of character. I put on g-string underwear to show off my tan lines.
It became 7:15 and they hadn't made it to my apartment yet and I started to feel relieved that they would not come. At 7:20 there was a knock at the door and when I opened it Tyrone and Big Mike rushed through the door. Mike went to the TV for the remote and Tyrone went right to the kitchen to pour 3 shots of tequila and get 3 beers.