I was 13 years old when I first got the gay bug. I remember it because my dad had a guy he worked with come round the house one day and he left us alone in the house while he went out to buy a few things.
My dad's friend was black, and I'm pretty white- I had wavy medium length blonde hair and family always told me I was very sweet looking (code for girly).
My dad's friend was a big guy who worked out and as we were chatting he could see I was looking at his muscles. He asked if I wanted to feel them. I was so nervous I didn't even answer. He just took my hands and moved them over his arms and chest, but after a while he moved my hands down to his crotch. I don't know why I didn't stop him. I had never seen a man's penis before but I could feel that his was fairly big. He was telling me how pretty I was the whole time. I remember feeling so confused but not hating it.
After only about ten minutes my dad came back and he immediately let go of me. Later that evening when he left, he put a note in my pocket. I went up to my room and read it. He said if I wanted to spend some more time with him to come to his place next weekend, giving hus address. I remember feeling excited and not knowing why.
That next weekend, I went over there, telling my dad I was going to a friend's house. He let me in and we chatted for a while with some cold drinks, him gradually paying me more compliments and touching my hair or stroking my arms. I had no idea why I was enjoying it.
Eventually he began kissing me. I'd never even kissed a girl my age let alone an adult man. An adult black man. He took my shirt off and started gently playing with my nipples. I had absolutely no idea anything could feel that good. I basically melted.
He then took me up to his bedroom and proceeded to make a girl out of me. He showed me his penis- large, stiff, and pulsating, with a slight upwards curve and a big vein on the right side. Before I knew it, he had me on my knees and sucking it. He came in my mouth and I tried to pull away but he told me sternly to swallow it, so I did. It would be another few months before I learned to enjoy the taste of sperm.
He lay back and relaxed for a bit before telling me to take the rest of my clothes off. What followed was a long, slow process of him invading my young androgenous body- he lubed up his fingers with jelly or vaseline or something and had me pull my legs up to my chest as he fingered my ass as he licked my nipples. I remember crying but not because I hated it, but because I was so confused about it all. Eventually he mounted me and pushed inside me. It really hurt, but he started very slowly and he fucked me for a long time before I heard him slam as hard and deep inside me as he could and grunt loudly. I felt a faint pulsation in my rectum as he spurted in me.
He stayed inside me for ages, getting his breath back and kissing my face and neck all over. He told me I was now a girl- a white girl who'd let a black man have sex with her.
He had sex with me twice more that day before I went home, hardly able to walk. I kept going back whenever I could, and over the years he involved a few of his buddies in fucking me as well.
I've been taking hormones for a little over a year now and have nicely budding titties and an even more feminine body and face. I can even cum from anal sex now. My dad doesn't speak to me since he realised I'd become a complete sissy and a bit of a gay slut. But I'm addicted to black men and feeling like a girl.