This is a true story about my first time with a guy who also happened to be black. My name is Eric and I'm white, blonde hair, blue eyes, 5'11", with a lean build from playing a few sports but not trying much at any of them. This takes place my senior year in high school when I joined the varsity football team as a back up receiver. I didn't care too much but it did get me hanging around all of the popular jocks and some of the "in" people. The school I went to was very white dominated with a few Latinos and literally 3-4 black people one of whom was a guy by the name of Paul. He was a linebacker and at 6'2" with tons of muscles he was massive and hard not to notice. At this point I had showered and been around guys my entire teenage life and never noticed guys sexually. I was a girl chaser just like the rest of the boys. That slowly started changing without me even really noticing after a few practices with the team.

Like I said I've seen guys naked a lot and never gave a shit about looking at the them but one day I noticed Paul walking out of the shower and caught a glimpse of his cock. I'm not totally sure if it was just the size or the fact that I had never seen a black dick before but I froze for a second just from the glimpse I caught. It looked like it was a good 5-6 inches while limp and very thick. Totally erect I'm 6 inches and I hadn't noticed any other of the guys with anything too much bigger so his looked so...different. Either way, now that I had noticed it, it seemed that whenever there was a chance I was a stealing peek of Paul's cock not really knowing why other than curiosity. It was like they say "a car accident", you just have to look I guess. This went on for much of the summer practice season and then school officially started. Paul ended up in some of my classes and since we already knew each other a little we became friends. I had grown up around Latinos and blacks as a younger kid and "seemed" to act a bit different than most of the white people at the school. Paul and I started hanging around more together since he felt a bit more relaxed around me and since I was relaxed around him he said. At this point we would hang out after school at one of our houses or the mall not really doing much. We were almost always in sweats or shorts so I was still sneaking peeks at Paul’s crotch and was getting a bit bolder. It didn't seem to matter though since whenever we were watching TV or reading/studying he never really looked my way so I found myself pretty much staring at the outline of his dick in tight shorts. I often wondered what it looked like hard and how the girls at our school must love it, which from rumors around school, they did.

After a few months of this I had gotten to the point of thinking about Paul's dick way too much and knew something was up with me. I had begun fantasizing about his dick hard in my hands and