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    My name is Bobby. I was a basket ball player. Rather, I thought I was a basketball player. That's what I wanted to be my whole life! Everybody told me I was crazy, they said I was too small, too short, too small, I wasn't athletic enough, and I was white! They were ALL RIGHT! However, I didn't want to hear it! I wanted to believe that with discipline, love for the game, and a hard work ethic I could beat the odds. I wanted to believe that a short, wide-eyed, white boy could realize his hoop dreams, so long as he had the drive. That's what "they" always say right?! They say, "you can be whatever you want to be!" They say, "the sky is the limit!" Wherever you go, "they" are always telling you, shit like that. 

 

However, what "they" should have told me... instead, is that basket ball is a black man's game, and to play it... I'd have to step into their world, and for a white boy like me... in THEIR world...I would get chewed up, punked, emasculated, turned-out, feminized, fucked, and tricked out like Britney Spears in a all black male prison ward!!! That is the reality. That is how it is. I would know, because that is what happened to me. This is my story. 

 

I am white. That fact in and of itself, is the reason I would be better suited to be a pom-pom pumping, mini-skirt wearing, high-kicking cheerleader, than a basketball player. It is the truth. Black men are quick to show a white-boy how and why he isn't a male at all by black standards, and usher them/us into a more appropriate intrinsically feminine role. There were a lot of things I didn't know. Knowing them could have set me on a different course, if I only kne

 

Who knew??? Who knew that in trying to step up my game, I'd end up as prey, for white flesh craving black predators. Blacks who would push and pressure me into precarious situations, that leave me ass smacked, cowering, submissive, dominated, feminized, butt fucked, gang banged, growing my hair out, sucking black cocks, having trains run on me, wearing panties, wearing lip gloss, eye liner, and painting my toe nails blue! What's worse, who could have known I'd learn to like it!!! That blacks would do it to me, until I learned to like it! That I COULD learn to like it!?!?!? That IS what happened though. I would have NEVER believed it!!! Except that it happened to me. This is that story... 

 

I was born and raised in an obscure area in up-state New York. My family wasn't super rich, but we lacked for nothing. I got into basket ball at a young age, my uncle played in high school, and I'd watch NBA games with him since before I could remember. I looked up to him as a hero, and by the time I was 6 or 7, he bought me a ball, and taught me how to dribble, and some basic moves. I would practice outside day and night, just so I could impress him the next time I saw him. I learned fast, and my uncle taught me more and more, and I got good! My passion impressed my parents, and for my eighth birthday they built me a perfect basket ball court in my back yard!!! The net and backboard had adjustable settings, so it could go from 5-10 ft high.

 

I started learning to shoot the ball, do lay ups, defend shots, everything. By the time I was 10 I was a sharpshooter with a wicked jump shot, and I was an expert at pick and roll offense! I played HORSE with my uncle, friends, and even by myself. I used to watch NBA games, and try to mimic their moves. I lived, slept, ate, drank, and shit basket ball. My elementary school had no basket ball team, so my parents got me on a team at the Y. It was fun, but never was really very competitive, I dominated the largely white kids there, even the older ones had no answers for my offense, I was stealing their ball, forcing turn-overs, driving to the hoop, and hitting three's like a boss! I was practicing Harlem globe trotter type moves, and showboating them every chance I got! 

 

I REALLY believed I could make it to the NBA! By the time I got to junior high, my parents found me a school with a team, and I was able to begin actually competing, but I quickly evolved my game, to the point where the schools we were playing, weren't much of a challenge. I was frustrated, hungry for some real competition! I had always known, from my uncle... that in the basket ball courts, in the black areas of New York City, there were some REAL players!!! The pick-up basket ball down there had forged the sport, and had fostered a ton of NBA players. Plus, the high schools in the City, had some good teams, with some of the BEST competition ANYWHERE!!!

 

It took a LOT of begging, and pleading!!! But, I had an aunt that lived in Staten Island, in an old apartment building. She was rarely there, which was one of the reasons my parents were so opposed to me moving in with her, but by the time I was two months away from 16, they finally conceded. I changed schools, during the summer going into my junior year. I moved in over the summer because I figured it would be a smoother transition, to move in then, rather than waiting until school started. My aunt told me that school in the City, would be a bit of a culture shock, but I believed it would be a good sign to see more blacks, as it meant I graduated from the all-white micky-mouse basketball I was so tired of.

 

I was a bit crazy then. I was dying to go into some of the legendary inner-city black New York courts, and test my game! My aunt told me ABSOULTELY NOT, but I would NOT be so easily deterred. It was summer, the season for urban New York City pick-up basket ball!!! I was NOT going to miss out on that!!! I didn't understand the trains, subways, busses, and what not all that well, but I was adventurous, and willing to try to figure it out. My aunt was going to be away on business for a few days, and rather than spend my time finishing the unpacking process, I decided ahead of time, that I was going to hop on a train, go somewhere black, and play some pick up basket ball!

 

An hour after my aunt left I hopped on a train, not really even knowing where I was going. I ran into a black guy a little older than me, who approached me seeing I had a basket ball. He seemed very interested in a white boy looking to play pick up B-ball with the brotha's! And, offered to take me to a spot that wouldn't disappoint. He was particularly amused with me, and kept asking me why I wanted to play with the niggas. No matter how many times I explained that it was to step up my game, he saw it as some type of infatuation of black men, he saw me as a girl who wants to play with the big boys. I know because he referenced both of those things, several times.

 

When I got there, I was VERY surprised to see how many were there, on and around the court. I had NEVER seen so many people in and/or around an outdoor basket ball court! And, I had NEVER seen that many black people in one place before! I definitely stood out!!! I was getting a LOT of intense looks the moment I arrived, and was actually told that I was causing a distraction. I waited for the game I walked in on to end, and tried calling "next."

 

I was laughed at and ignored. While trying to figure out a way to get in the game, some black ghetto thug types approached me, surrounding me, and asking lots of questions, like, " You lost whiteboy?" "I know you didn't come here to ball, so what you out here turning tricks, or something?" "You want us to show you the way home, and tuck you in?" "What you some type of ghetto groupie?" "Did you lose a dare, or something?" "You ever been with a black man before?" "Is THAT why you here?" "What you REALLY here to do?" "Where's your POM-POMS gurl?" "What, did you leave your pink jersey and short shorts home?" 

 

The questions went on and on like that, until the ball got knocked out of bounds. I grabbed the loose ball, and from way out in the side lines... I took the shot, and HIT a very LONG three! The court went silent! Anybody was wasn't already looking at me, now was!!! The big guy under the net grabbed the ball, and chucked it right back at me, and said,"DO THAT AGAIN!" With so many eyes watching me, it was hard not to get nervous, and flop the shot. So I dribbled it once, took a deep breath, and took the shot. I hit it again! And, the big guy said, "Okay whiteboy, you got next!" I was thrilled! While I waited for the game to end, I still had to contend with the thugs all around me, picking on me and making sexually suggestive comments implying that I was some kind of girl looking for a black boyfriend, or something! For the first time in my life, I actually experienced sexual harassment, and... it was certainly MUCH DIFFERENT than I thought it would be!

 

At the time, I wasn't real clear on WHY they all seemed to view me there as an intrinsically female/feminine thing, and how/what it had to do with me being white. I was very naïve then. The group continued verbally berating me, with emasculating and feminizing comments. Which turned physical when, one of the guy's actually pinched my ass, and I couldn't tell who it was because of the density of the guys that surrounded me. When I turned around to see who did it, they laughed at me, and some the black men winked at me as if to say it was them. I couldn't wait for the actual game to start, and figured I could prove my male-ness on the court, but it doesn't work that way.

 

Don't get me wrong, I played well!!! It just didn't prove that... to anybody! It was VERY difficult adapting to the many challenges I faced. Like when you're only 5ft 6in, and everybody on the court is almost a foot taller than you, and the no-foul roughhousing policy that NEVER favors the 130 pound white boy! I got knocked down on my ass again and again! Some of the shoulders I got hit with knocked the wind out of me! Some of the guys defending against me would palm my ass, or tug on my shorts! Even my own team was overly liberal with a "good game" ass slap, that they only did to me!

 

However, despite all my challenges... I was hitting three's like Ray Allen! Forcing turn-overs, stealing the ball, and even had success with more than a few drives! I make tons of points off the pick and roll, and bewildered several guys with my quick cross-overs! They say in the street basket ball pick-up world, you earn your nickname! You can't name yourself, and only other players can give you one. I don't know how much earning I actually did, but I got TONS of nick names, none of them particularly flattering, of the ones I recall were, "Barbie, Snow Flake, Little Miss Sparkles, Casper, Marsh Mellow, Justin Beiber, Miley Cirus, Hanna Montana, or just simply... white boy." 

 

Be that as it may, I impressed everybody there, weather they wanted to admit it or not! I played about 9 games in a row, and when it started to get dark, I figured I ought to go home. When the 9th game ended, a few of the other guys were ready to call it quits too.

 

The big guy from before was called "Tron." Or, at least that was what his nickname was. Tron was a big black behemoth! Older than most of the guys, probably late 20's or early 30's. He was at least 6ft'6-6ft'7, with really wide shoulders, a broad back, long limbed, heavily muscled, and ripped. Tron was extremely dark skinned, with corn rowed hair, and seemed to never wear a shirt! Of everybody there, despite his appearance... Tron certainly seemed like the friendliest/nicest one there, like the big brother type.

 

Then, there was "Donk," which I am told was short for Donkey Kong, another nickname. Donk and Lance seemed outright evil. Donk was very tall, probably an inch or so taller than Tron, but nowhere near as filled-out. Donk was long and lean, more medium complexion, but also on the dark side. Donk wasn't as built as Tron, but seemed even more ripped, also didn't seem to believe in shirts, and was sporting a 8 pack abs. Donk was the youngest one, about 18 or 19, and by far the wildest/craziest, and for some reason seemed to overtly be the most interested in me.

 

Then, there was Samson, Rashad, and Lance. Samson and Rashad were both a little over 6ft tall, very dark skinned like Tron, and heavily muscled. Samson sported a rounded short afro, and Rashad shaved his head bald. Samson was 22, and Rashad was 20. Lance was tall and long like Donk, but not as ripped, and much darker skinned, even somehow darker than Tron, Samson, and Rashad!!! Lance wore gold grills in his teeth, had long hair up in twists like a Coolio throwback, and was by far the grimiest looking of the five, and was about the same age as Tron.

 

When the game was over, and we began clearing out, Tron gave me some props, loudly saying, "Damn whiteboy! You got some skills!!!" Tron fist bumped me, and began telling me he's never seen a white boy play like that. Then, he told me how he shouldn't be that surprised though, because his sister can play pretty good too, and he knows a bunch of females who play pretty decent street ball, but it was still impressive as even they were bigger and taller than me. I got the distinct impression that he was essentially saying I was a girl, but what was weird was he said it like he was complimenting me, and meant to show me respect. Looking at some of the others, Tron said, "Whiteboy has some skills! You gotta admit that! Playin out here with the boys! Mad skills!" 

 

 At this time Donk, Lance, and Samson began crowding my space, but didn't respond to what Tron had said. When, Tron repeated himself, Samson who was standing extremely close behind me said, "I don't know about skills, but shawty's got a big ol' butt!" Then, off that comment Donk who was silent, but licking his lips with a fierce look on his face said, "Nobody's interested in whitey's skills Tron, my sister plays too!" Tron, being the only person besides me sensing the awkwardness tried lightening the mood saying, "You have to forgive my niggas, they just don't see too many snow bunnies this deep into the hood! Not a lot of eye candy your flavor down here!" 

 

I didn't know how I was "eye candy," but sensing something bad was brewing, and feeling my skin crawl from the way some of them were looking at me, I thanked everybody, and began walking away. Rashad walked in front of me blocking my way, and said, "You know, its really NOT safe for a white boy to walk around alone out here this time of night." I tried to dismiss him, by just continuously saying I'll be fine, but Lance, Donk, and Samson all began pressing the issue, trying to scare me into thinking something bad could happen. They began insisting to walk me home, and eventually got Tron to agree with them.

 

When Tron agreed, I conceded, because they weren't wrong really, it really didn't seem very safe for me to walk alone there, at night, and I somehow kinda trusted that Tron would keep the others in check. I figured they'd probably just take me to the train station, and move on. As we began walking, it felt like I had 5 big black bodyguards, it was weird. But, when we got to the train station, they all just got in, and the train began moving. I was confused, but thought maybe they also needed to take the train to get home, or something. However, during the ride over I learned they intended to walk me ALL-THE-WAY home! I tried telling them that was crazy and unnecessary, but they were undeterred. They were going to follow me if I liked it or not! No matter how many times I tried to get them to let it go!

 

They made me feel so feminine, like I clearly needed the big strong men to take me home. They were also so interested in me. I really began getting nervous when they began asking me where I live, and who with. I tried being vague, but they kept asking the questions until I got specific. They crowded around me like I was the centerpiece on the train. When Donk tried to get me to sit on his lap, I just walked away from them, and sat on a seat, with other people all around, but they casually followed me, and the people that were there got up, and moved... leaving me again surrounded. Tron sat in the row behind me, Rashad and Samson sat in the row in front of me, and Donk and Lance sat across. I felt like a gazelle surrounded by hungry lions.  

 

Then Samson asked me if I ever gave it up to a black man. I responded back briskly, and said, "I'm not gay!" To which Samson, and some of the others responded saying, "YOU'RE WHITE!" They said it as if it were a synonym for gay! So I responded saying, "Being white has NOTHING to do with being gay!" This made them laugh, as if to say OF COURSE IT DOES! Then, to settle down the guys, and cut the tension, Tron said, "The guys are just saying, you're white, and your right, that doesn't make you gay. Just feminine." Taking offense to that, I said, "How does being white make me feminine?!" Then, Tron said, " C'mon whiteboy, you know it does! It just DOES! C'mon, just look at you, and look at us!"

 

I never thought of myself as feminine, or that whites were intrinsically feminine, but I couldn't help but notice, what they meant! The stark contrast of these overtly ultra masculine males, and me. They were so big, tall, muscular, dark, and rugged. They were intrinsically all things male! Whereas, I was so small, white, and... pretty by comparison. Tron, being the voice of the group, began pointing this out to me. He apologized every so often, and followed apologies up with different ways of essentially telling me, that they think and look at me as a girl. Stating obvious inconsistencies with that view, did nothing to change anyone's opinion.  

 

I could sense that I was no different than any white girl to them. They talked to me like I was a girl, hit on me like a girl, and viewed my actually being a boy, as a meaningless technicality. This made me unimaginably uncomfortable! They made me feel so emasculated, everything they said, and their tone in which they said everything was as if they were talking to a girl, as interested males. It was extraordinarily awkward for me, and I began feeling trapped.

 

They were so aggressive and persistent, and didn't quit talking to me for a second, with one talking over another to get my attention. They began to refer to me less and less as white boy, and began using female terms to call me by, like, "shawty, lil momma, snowflake, marsh mellow, boo, milk bottle, baby gurl, and snow bunny." Socially they had forced me into female role, and were pressuring me to advance sexually. I felt like I was in the twilight zone! It really was like they had no idea I was a boy! It was like how the other blacks at the court were treating me.

 

Then Samson asked me, "So you saying you neva sucked a nigga's dick befo?" I angrily said, "NO! I'm NOT gay!" Samson replied saying, "Calm down princess, why not just give it a try, I bet you'll like it! Just suck a lil' black dick, that's all I'm asking, if you don't like it, at least you'll know!" Before I could even respond to that comment, the others started making a fuss saying, "Shut up nigga! Sucking dick?! Oh hell NO I wunna fuck!!!" Then, more and more saying, "Naw I wunna FUCK!" "Dis my bitch!" "Naw its MY bitch!" "Naw I saw snow bunny first nigga!" I finally spoke up, and said, "LOOK, I'm not doing NONE of that shit! I'm NOT gay, and I'm NOT a girl, or a bitch either!"

 

This only riled them up even more, and I worried things would get out of hand, until big Tron spoke up, and said, "Yo settle down! Ya'll acting crazy! We know, ya'll feeling snow bunny, but keep it respectful! Calm the fuck down!" They seemed to settle a bit, and I turned to Tron, and said, "I'm serious man, I'm not doing no gay shit!" Tron smiled, and assured me that nobody was going to make me do anything I  didn't want to do, but then said that there's nothing to be ashamed of if I want to "get down," and reminded me that I am white, like I forgot!

 

I tried flipping the script on them, saying that I am surprised that they're gay. But, it backfired badly. The mood grew extremely hostile and violent! They responded fiercely saying, "What the FUCK did you just call us!?" "What the FUCK did you just say!?" and, "Call me that shit again, and see if I don't FUCK you up bitch!!!" Again, Tron intervened, calming everyone down, and explaining that it was a miss communication. Chalking it up as a cultural difference! Explaining that I didn't know what I was saying. I was immediately relieved, that now it appeared as though I wasn't going to die a very violent death, but also extremely frustrated because now I have Tron, explaining to me how black men aren't gay, that the word does not apply to them. While somehow, I was gay, because I was white.

 

I got a quick lecture on how the word "gay," is a white term, that applies to white sexuality. Gay for us is some dainty Richard Simmons fruit cake, who likes cock! Blacks want ass! Like any man! Gay is totally incongruent concept, that cannot apply to black culture/men in this regard. That blacks don't view whites as male, and since when blacks have sex with us, whites assume the female role, there's no difference. That sexuality is related to sexual attraction, and it is white femininity (me) they're attracted to, hence the attraction is intrinsically hetero in nature. If I was masculine, like them, there would be no interest. Its only natural for them to want something so fair and feminine, like me. That since it is the whites that are feminine, and its us that are "going girl," the word "gay" can only apply to us, which makes sense because its our word! But, I am not to ever use that word, to talk about a nigga!!! That I need to accept that I am an attractive feminine working-female to any black man, and since I'm white, there's no reason to be ashamed of that, because that's just nature at work.

 

In short, whites suck dick, whites put out, give it up, and get our asses fucked! Blacks get their dicks sucked, and fuck white ass! Never ever the other way around!!! Blacks like whites because of the innate and overt femininity, and do not discern meaningful differences between what we consider male and female, because we're all bitches as far as they can tell.

 

It was the awkward-est conversation imaginable!!! I couldn't believe I was actually having this talk! It was like getting the "birds and the bee's talk" from Mr. T, except that Mr. T and his friends want to demonstrate the specifics on me. It was beyond all imagining! I wanted to kill myself as this was explained to me! I couldn't wrap my head around what was going on, I couldn't believe that this was actually how they saw me, and whites in general, and that that in fact was how many other blacks see things. Their sense of sex and race were so alien to everything I ever knew! 

 

Crazy as it sounded to me at the time, but after being "turned-out" I did come to understand the black point of view on the issue, and it actually does make perfect sense. However, at the time, I just wanted to get them off me!!! And, couldn't understand why they can fuck me, but only I'm the faggot. Even though that IS true! My perceptions were so culturally white-based in thinking, I couldn't understand. I didn't understand how things actually work at the time, I was just a scared kid on a train, that was about to get a reality check, and a life-changing, eye opening experience.     

 

While ridding on that train, I began wishing I had NEVER gone to play ball in the hood!!! My black companions had no intentions of leaving me alone, and as the mood continued to grow more sexual in nature, I felt deeply sickened and totally helpless! Looking back, I would have stopped a police officer, and asked him to get them to stop following me, or just made a scene, to get them to leave me, but it never occurred to me at the time. Also, I didn't know what was about to happen.

 

When we got to my stop, I told them that I had it from there, they insisted to walk me all the way home, and I said, "Thanks, but NO thanks!" However, they followed me anyways! I really began to wonder how this awkwardness was going to end, and when! Although, I would have NEVER guessed! We got to my building, and I tried leaving them there, but to no avail. I told them that I lived with my Aunt, and that I wasn't allowed to have people over. They asked me where she was, and asked to meet her!

 

I didn't want to admit that she was out of town, so I made it seem like she may be there, in effort to ward them off. This did NOT work. Marching up the stairs, all around me, and down the hallway they came. I opened the door, and called out my aunt's name like she was there, and right behind me they came. I made it seem like she'd be there any minute, and she'd be angry if I had guests over, and asked them to leave. They didn't appear to be going anywhere, so I pushed harder and harder asking them to leave, and ignored me. Then, Lance came up behind me, palmed my ass, and said, "Stop lying bitch! Your auntie's not here, and ain't gonna be here no time soon!" Then, Samson got in front of me, and asked me to suck his dick.

 

I never thought they would actually rape me! Samson wanted me to give him a blow job, and grabbed me hard, I tried to break free, and didn't get far. They pushed me backwards into my room, and closed the door! Now I knew, something BAD was going to happen! I was surrounded by them, and four of the five of them were ALL OVER me!!! I had eight black hands grabbing and groping me all over my body! Everyone except Tron just descended upon me. Rashad grabbed my wrists so I couldn't move my arms, Lance's large black hands were down my pants, and all over my ass, Donk's hands are up my shirt, all over my belly and chest, and Samson's got his hand over my mouth to stop my from screaming, while he whispers into my ear, trying to coerce get me to shut up, and suck his dick!

 

They're all hooting and hollering about how they're gunna fuck me, make me suck black cock, run a train on me, etc... And, I remember the feeling of unbridled terror over taking me, I was helpless, and I could feel tears rolling down my flushed face! Then, I saw Tron standing by the door, just watching all this, and I looked at him, begging him to intervene, to stop this!!! I managed to break my mouth free from Samson's hand, long enough to say, "PLEASE TRON!!! Please NO! Please MAKE THEM STOP... PLEASE!!!"

 

Tron's face grew more serious, and he walked over to me, and asked the others to let go of me. Reluctantly, after Tron gave a few of them "the look" they let go, but stayed very close. I felt a rush of hope, until Tron said, "Take off your clothes." I was shocked! Why have them let me go? Why??? This whole time Tron had been trying to keep the wolves at bay, why now, why would he do this??? I began to cry saying, "NO!" WHY???" PLEASE NO!!!"

 

Then, Tron placed his massive hand over my mouth, and said, "Stop crying, stop talking, and take off your clothes!!!" Then, he gave me "the look." He continued saying, "This IS going to happen!!! No matter what, it IS going to happen!!! You can't talk your way out of this! You can't run! And, you sure as hell, can't outfight us! This IS going to happen! Like I said, this IS going to happen, but it can go one of two ways... the good way, or the BAD way! AND, Believe ME you want it the GOOD way!!!"

 

To me, both options were the BAD way, but there was a sincerity in his tone, that made me know that ONE of the two, was significantly worse than the other!!! Tron went on to say, "You're WHITE, we're BLACK its only natural what's about to happen! There's nothing to be ashamed about, you just gunna suck sum dick, and get your butt fucked! You're just gunna loose your virginity, and it'll be different than what you thought. That's it! No big deal. AND, you're gunna like it too!!! All you whiteboys DO!!! You're gunna love that shit!!! We are too!!! So, stop being a little bitch, and take your clothes off!!!"

 

The psychological pressure was immense!!! It was crushing, but despite everything, I still didn't want to give in! I didn't want to suck black dicks, and let these big black ape's fuck my ass!!! I didn't want to take off my clothes, and sensing my reluctance, Tron said, "Remember what I said bitch! This IS going to happen! This can go one of two ways!!! Now we want it to go the GOOD way, and believe me you want it the GOOD way!!! But, for shit to go the good way, you need to do what you're told! You need to be a good girl!!! Now you cooperate like you supposed to, and you're gunna suck black dick, get cho white ass fucked, and you gunna love every minute of it! Once we're done, You'll be a cock-sucker, and a full-fledged faggot!!! You'll love black cock, and want more! You'll get it too!!! You'll get a non-stop supply, no doubt!!!"

 

He got more serious, and said, "Now, you refuse to be a good girl, and make us fuck while you're resisting, and you refuse to suck cock, and ride cock, then its gunna go the BAD way!!! First of all, its disrespectful for a white boy to be in a bedroom with a black man, and to keep his clothes on, let alone 5 black men! You're disrespecting us right now! You should be naked right now, hands up on the dresser, arching your back, and sticking your big white ass for us, "presenting" to us! We shouldn't even have to tell you that! Now, you keep this shit up, and it gets dark! Things go the BAD way, and I promise, NOBODY will ever see you again! Do you understand?! We'll take your last breath from you, make you disappear! Then, all your dreams of being in the WNBA, or whatever it was you thought was gunna happen disappears too!!!"

 

I was about to be gang rapped, and was being threatened with death, and still the WNBA comment hurt! Tron was dead serious, and as much as I didn't want to be raped, I didn't want to die slightly more. Either way I was going to get fucked, but the way where I live, when it really came down to it, was far more preferable. What I didn't know, was everything that was happening were tactics blacks use to turn-out white boys. It wasn't that they were really going to kill me, what they wanted was my submission, they needed me to concede to participate as the female, during all the sex, because it changes the white boy, putting us in that role makes us accept our feminine nature, and we end up liking it just like they said!

 

Everyday, tons of white-boys are turned out the same way. However, you don't hear about it, because white boys don't talk. Another reason we're so sought after. Standing there, I began taking my clothes off. I took off my clothes, and tears poured down my cheeks, once I was totally nude... I began to become completely aware of how feminine I was, as their huge black hands swarmed all over my lilly white flesh! They were all over my ass, inner thighs, and nipples! Hands covered my torso, and lower back too! Then, one came around my neck, and Samson, faced me, and said, "Now get on your knees, and suck this BLACK dick bitch!!!"

 

I felt weak at the knees, and was lowering myself down, with the help of the other blacks pushing me down, when I was on my knees, Samson unleashed his BLACK BEAST! My eyes bulged out of my head! I couldn't believe how unimaginably BIG his cock was!!! Then, in a circle, others began whipping out their black cocks! They were all HUGE!!!!!! I was shocked!!! I had always heard the myth, but reality was FAR more extreme then the "myth" had ever lead me to believe!!! They were ALL gigantically monstrously massive!!! I told them that they wouldn't fit in my mouth, because they were too big!!! Let alone up my tiny hole!!!

 

Which was when Samson dick slapped me, his long thick heavy cock felt like a rubber baseball bat crashing across my face, I felt shocked and dizzy, then as I looked up at him, he took his huge black cock and stuck me on the forehead with it. He wanted his cock sucked, and was tired of waiting. I didn't think I could ever get it in my mouth, but I didn't want to be beaten unconscious with black cock either, so decided to just give up, submit, so I puckered up, and began kissing it, and licking it. At first, I felt self disgust and humiliation, but after a little while, I turned my brain off, and just did what they wanted. 

 

As I pleasured his big black cock, with my lips and tongue, I began feeling so feminine, and got excited as the other men, were grabbing my little naked white body with their big black hands, and began voicing their desires to fuck me. Then, he told me to open up and put it in my mouth! His huge black cock was completely hard now, I opened up, and as I attempted to put it in my mouth I could feel his black dick's head overlapping the sides of my mouth, as I tried getting my mouth on it, it took a lot of forcing, but I got in in, and began sucking his dick! I got lost in the role, and did whatever they told me.

 

The others were eager to get their blowjobs too so, I went from one to another. They taught me to use my hands to jerk off two, while I kissed, licked, and sucked one! I went from cock to cock, they spun me around so I could suck off every one, I can't explain it, but once I stared doing it, it was very arousing sexually, I began enjoying it, and when I was spun around facing Tron, I looked up at him like a school girl with a crush! Tron, pulled his dick out, and it was by FAR the biggest!!! I went down on Tron, and gave him head with passion, that no doubt made the others jealous! I had enjoyed sucking all their cocks, but I loved sucking off Tron, I couldn't even believe that was possible!

 

When I began to taste precum, I went crazy! Then, Donk went into my bathroom, and grabbed some Vassoline. When Donk returned he picked me up off the floor, put me down on a bench, bent me over doggy-style, and began fingering me, and smacking my ass. The others shoved their big black cocks up in my face, as Donk coated my ass in vasoline, and fingered me feverishly. It hurt, but I obeyed the other men as I bobbed from one cock to another! It felt so good, it hurt too, but I liked it, and I soon felt like I was born a girl, I sucked them all off, best that I could,  until I slowed down, due to pain in my jaw, which was when Donk pulled me up, threw me face down on the mattress, to take my virginity! He shoved a pillow under my hips, and began stuffing his big long black cock inside me, it was difficult, but he was determined to make it fit, as I screamed for mercy!

 

While he mounted me from behind and above, I begged him to put on a condom, as the tip his dick pushed up on my hole. He refused, telling me he was going to inseminate me, which made it even hotter, it took a very long time, but once he was in it hurt!!!!!! I cried when his penis entered me! It was pure pain! Donk worked me inch by inch, and once he was balls deep, he went for LONG strokes while I cried out into the pillow they shoved into my face! Then Donk just jack hammered me senseless!!! While Donk fucked me from the back Samson, went over to my face, and shoved his dick in my mouth while telling me how white boys take black dick at both ends!!! Donk hammered me furiously!!! So HARD that Samson's huge black cock would flop in and out of my mouth, and fling around violently smacking my face whirling about as my saliva whisked all over the place!

 

I knew I was being taken by a man! Despite Donk's age, he was a MAN! Something totally different than whatever I was! He plowed into me, and made me a woman! I wasn't going anywhere! I was being "turned-out," and I was beginning to like it! I moaned, panted, and gasped for air as Donk took my virginity and my manhood. As he took me, I understood what they all had been explaining to me! I was white, they were black, I was the girl, the faggot, they were the men! It was all crystal clear! Instead of resisting, and choosing denial, I began to accept the obvious, I wasn't anything like them! They were men, I was not! Once I realized it, having sex with black men and sucking black cocks became a euphoric episodes of exhilarating ecstasy beyond comprehension!

 

I had a black man's huge hard cock inside me, and I was getting my lily white ass fucked! I had another black man's huge hulking cock coated in my saliva, and flopping about as it entered and exited my mouth! I had three other black men eagerly awaiting their turn, and we all knew everybody was going to get plenty of them! As the actuality of it all set in, I felt raw, uncut, unfiltered, and pure ecstasy, as Donk's raw, uncut, unprotected, and pure black cock bare-backing my little white bottom out! It felt so good getting fucked! I wished it wasn't true, but it was!    

 

 Lance was next to mount my ass, then he and Samson switched, then Rashad fucked me, then Donk came back for seconds! Then, Rashad picked me up in the air, with his mighty arms under my thighs, bouncing me up and down on his cock, then Samson wanted to try that too! My legs flailed about as black hands grabbed me, and black muscles forced positions, and black cocks penetrated my small white body! I was getting fucked all kinds of way, in all kinds of positions! It was a dizzying interracial fuck frenzy, where all black cocks lead to me! It felt like there were hundreds of them fucking me! My mouth and ass received their black dicks interchangeably, with rotations leaving me confused as to who I was blowing, and who was fucking me!    

 

Then, Samson put me on my back, while I had sex with him, Rashad ensured he fucked my face. Then, Lance, smacked my ass, and bent me over again, and fucked me, while I sucked Donk's long black dick! They traded places, over and over again! And then, Tron swatted them away like flies! Tron grabbed me, and threw me on my back. Then, he lifed my legs up, and got his arms under my back. My legs were straight up in the air, with the backs of my legs up against the shirtless black muscles of Tron's torso, and then... he entered me! It was extacy and pain!!! He was so BIG!!! It felt like he shoved his arm inside me! But, he passionately fucked me face to face, sweating down on me, kissing me, and fucking me silly, while I wrapped my legs around him, and told him how big his dick was!!!

 

At first, Tron fucked me like I owed him money! At other times, it was a deliberately slow sensual penetration. When I had sex with Tron, he had me all to himself, no cocks stuffed in my face, just Tron. I felt like a school girl with Tron! Tron fucked me with intensity and passion, and said that my white ass was so good, he couldn't help but cum! He said, "I was the best piece of ass he had in years!" I batted my eyes and blushed while he complimented me, and ejaculated his proud African sperm deep inside my guts!    

 

Tron was the first to inseminate me, pumping cum into his little white bitch! Then, after more endless pounding, Donk seeded me, then Lance, then Rashad, and Samson was the last to breed me. Their cum soaked cocks were beaten across my white ass, back, face, and lips. They told me to suck them off clean, and I did. I showed special desire to satisfy Tron, I showed most interest to Tron over all the others, while Donk showed most interest in me! When I finished lapping up all the negro cum from my various breeders, I writhed with carnal pleasure rubbing my belly, with the knowledge that African semen filled my bowels, and swam inside me!

 

I felt sure that I was pregnant! I had been mated by five black men, the pack of blacks mounted me bred my body with their seed! I felt sure I was pregnant with a litter of black babies, and even wished that I was! I was feeling euphoric afterwards, and in lust with the African essence they filled me with! I knew that somehow I would always belong to them after they inseminated me, they would forever own a piece of me, and like a flag on the moon, had forever claimed my white ass for black cocks everywhere! Nothing could ever go back to the way it was!

 

 Tron was the first to leave, then Rashad, and then Samson. Lance went into my kitchen, and just began making himself something to eat, while Donk continued to fuck me, and teach me to ride cock! He was insatiable, wanting more and more!!! I enjoyed having sex with Donk, but I wished it was Tron that had stayed to have me all to himself! Donk was relentless, enough was never enough for him! His stamina was incredible! 

 

While Donk continued fucking me, he told me how he took my virginity, and smacked my ass, as he bragged about turning me out, and making me a faggot! He made me cum again and again, and told me that now they all know where I live, and how I can't run from them! That I'm a black cock owned white bitch, and they won't ever let me forget that! Lance came back in after he finished eating, and said it was his turn, and he began fucking me now! Donk and Lance had no intentions of leaving anytime soon! As it turned out the two of them enslaved me over the entire weekend. I took showers with them, made them breakfast, woke them up with blowjobs, and was fucked constantly, until Monday, when Lance left. Donk stayed, and didn't take his hands off me, or his dick out of me for very long, if ever. He refused to leave even though I told him my aunt would be back anytime now!

 

Donk had me go into my aunt's things, and paint my toenails blue, he had me wear eye liner, mascara, and lip gloss when I sucked his dick! Then, I went in and added on some blush, and began wearing her panties as I waked around the apartment, when he wasn't fucking me, like when I made him something to eat. I began cleaning up the apartment, while wearing panties, and make up, while Donk slept in my room. When he got up, he jumped into the shower, and was surpised he didn't tell me to join him. When he got out, I was bent over, cleaning cum stains out of the carpet, then he dropped his towel, and mounted me! When, my aunt came home, she walked in the front door, and saw that Donk was fucking me doggy style in the living room. She freaked out, and Donk went into my room, and got dressed. I tried covering myself with a towel nearby.

 

My aunt's face was flabbergasted! He eyes scanned me up and down, noticing my blue toenails, my smeared lip gloss, mascara running down my cheeks, her panties around my ankle's, and my feminine posturing. Beyond shock she walked into her room, and began screaming. I didn't know WHAT to to!!! When Donk came out of my room, he threw me an oversized T-shirt that Rashad had accidentally left. I pulled up my auntie's panties, and put on the shirt.  When my aunt finished screaming, she walked back out, and to my shock and awe... Donk began to calm her down!

 

He explained that he was my boyfriend, and apologized for socking her like that. He began putting on the charm, and explained that we met and one thing just lead to another, and what not.. He obviously omitted the fact that five of them followed me home, and ran a train on me! My aunt calmed down a bit, and Donk got up and left. My aunt was shocked, and surprised beyond belief! But, she decided against telling my parents, that I needed to tell them when I was ready. He also decided not to kick me out, and we sat and had some serious "girl talk" for a long while.

 

Donk came by to see me everyday, sometimes he just take me out under the stairwell, and fuck me until he nutted up inside me, other times he'd bring me to his house where he'd marathon bang me, and sometimes he'd take me there and pimp me out charging other blacks to go into his room, and fuck me! I had sex with Donk, and his friends several times a day. When school began, I had quite a reputation, and it wasn't for basketball! Although, I had sex with most of the team! I gave blacks head under the bleachers, got double and triple teamed in the backseat of some of their cars! And, by the time prom came around, I was wearing a dress.

 

I don't play basket ball anymore! I'm usually busy giving guys head while they watch the game, and bringing them beers and making sandwiches. The only balls I play with are black and come in pairs, ball handling is done with my mouth, I'm constantly getting dunked on, and yet I always win! Initially, I regretted everything, and hated myself, but black cock kept coming for me, and I kept submitting. Eventually, I accepted what I was.    

 

I grew out my hair, and shaped it in a female style. I wore make up, blue nail polish, shaved my entire body, and dressed like a girl. And, I couldn't gave gotten blacks off my white ass, with a crowbar! I wasn't very good at turning black men down, I pretty much had sex with any black guy that approached me, and I was approached non-stop! I was a slut, plain and simple.

 

But, I still had it bad for Tron. I really wanted to have sex with him again! Tron, didn't go to school, as he had graduated over ten years ago, and even though I stopped playing basketball, I took a trip down there once more. I was even more popular the second time, as most of everybody, had NO IDEA I wasn't a full blown woman. I saw Tron, and twirled my hair around my finger as I watched him, when I finally got a chance to talk to him, he initially didn't recognize me.

 

He was shocked when he realized. I was almost 17 then, and had morphed somewhat, and seemed so much more female, and what not! He said I looked beautiful, and he took me to a friend of his' house, so his baby momma wouldn't find out, and I got to suck his cock and have sex with him again. The sex was amazing!!! It lasted for hours and hours, and I wished he would just take me and keep me forever! He fucked me like an animal, and I felt like I was in heat! I didn't see him again after that! I just really wanted him inside me again, and it was everything I had hoped it would be and more! 

 

I saw Donk from time to time, he was my first, and so I bent over backwards for him, and did any and every thing he wanted. Donk introduced me to an older black man in his early forties, he sold Donk weed. Sometimes Donk would take me to see the guy, and I would suck his cock, and have sex with him, so he would give Donk weed when he couldn't pay for it. Donk's cousin Lamont liked me a LOT!!! And, I lived with Lamont for a few weeks, basically because he tied me up, and refused to let me leave. I loved Donk, and loved pleasing him, but I stopped seeing him after I graduated, and went to college.

 

Even though I never saw Donk, Tron, or any of ther others after that, I saw a LOT more black cock! I was never the same again! It changed me forever!!! And, it could happen to any white boy!!! But, it happened to me. My dreams of the NBA were dashed, but I still have love for the game, and the proud black men who dominate the sport! I wish more whites would realize and accept their feminine natures, and end the frustration they develop from trying and failing to compete. Nothing good ever comes from that, and learning your place is very liberating!