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.