I was born a boy, and lived in a large city, went to school as a boy, but was small and got teased and bullied a lot. Most days I was called a girl, a pussy for not fighting back, remarks from older as well as younger kids were, I'm a tom cat, and I think you're a pussy cat. Or whenever you bend over I get a hardon, I want to ride you like a stud would a mare. And secretly I started wishing I was a girl, I had a girly build, but quietly kept it hidden under choice clothing. But shortly after I turned 16 I found a new friend, he was the same age, only black, and didn't live very for from us.

He made me feel different about other guys than all the ones in school did. Sure, lots of the guys at school had told me they wanted to fuck me, asked me to suck their dicks, asked me out on a date. A few days after meeting Robert, we were at his house, and took charge of things, yeah, sexually, but his manner was much different, I felt at ease with him. Before I left there that day, I had let him fuck me dog fashion, sure I felt embarrassed and ashamed, but on the way home, and thinking about it, I just excepted that I liked what had happened.

He and I got togather many times after that, sometimes a friend of his would join in. After I turned 18, and was in my senior year, things got a little better at school, but the teasing never did really stop. We were handed an assignment that took a lot of looking things up, things that need times and dates, so Wednesday after school I caught the transit bus and got off at the library. It was after eight when I caught the bus to head back home. I knew mom and dad would be out, so the time really didn't matter, I had collected enough info to get started on my essay.

The bus was about packed, I didn't see anybody in the last seat on the drivers side, and headed back. But there was one man there, mid 20's black. He said have a seat, and I took the isle end, he was polite, asked what school I went to, where I'd been, how long was my ride, just normal chatter. After the bus made a half dozen or so stops, it was mostly empty, he started in with how horny he was, and how hard it was to find a good fuck, I was starting to get a feeling that I really didn't want to feel. He kept at it, and I'm sure he knew he was getting me interested, the bus made stops, people got on, then it was mostly empty again.

Then he won what he was wanting, his pants were down, and at his insistence, mine jeans were off. He slid as far forward as he could, had me straddle his legs, with my knees on the seat facing him. I knew anybody getting on could see how we were seated and know what was going on, but he told me not to worry about it, it was me and him, and what happened was our bussness. His dick was hard, and he placed it between my cheeks, and at the same time he applied something cool and slick, and with his hands on my hips, told me to make his dick feel good.

I started moving my hips forward and back, and I could feel him slightly move his hips upward as he gently said, yeah? yeah? that's the way, yeah? work that ass around, make my dick feel good. I felt it start to slide in, and that gave me this yeah I want it feeling. Suddenly he thrust upward, and I was like oohhhhhhhh shit yeah, and as he held me up he made several hard upward thrusts, and then pulled me down to meet his thrusts. I was ridding him, he was thrusting into me, I barley felt the bus start and stop, I heard the driver call my stop, but I wanted what I was getting. He was saying yeah? yeah? ride that cock bitch, yeah?, yeah bitch make it feel good, yeah bitch, yeah? that's the way, yeah?

I was aware of somebody sitting across the isle, I looked once and it was a much older guy and he was watching us, but I didn't care. Then he said, son, he's had you on that dick for quite some time now, you better think about getting of it before its too late. The guys dick I was on looked at the guy and told him it was already too late, that he had already made me his bitch. The old guy kind of chuckled and said, well by shit things like that will happen, and I didn't hear any complaining up to that point. As I was getting off his dick the driver called my stop again, I quickly pulled my jeans on and as I started to get up I told the guy thanks, he said anytime.

I thought about that for the next week, wondering how may people had seen me getting fucked back there, and if any of them got a good enough look to see who I was. The next wed I went back to the library, and when I took the bus back, it was about full, and as headed for the back, I saw the guy in the same seat. But sitting with him was a classmate and friend of mine, I took a seat mid way, and wondered if my friend would end up like I had the week before. After the bus made several stops I chanced a look back, and my friend was already in the same position as I had been. I knew my stop was not far off, so I moved closer to the front, sitting right behind the driver. As he stopped and I got up he said, didn't cost you as much tonight as last week, but you didn't get as good a ride either.