I'm not a girl

"Don't look like a boy," another said.

"I saw you shaking your ass like a bitch on the last song," snickered the guy to the left of the first.

"I'm not... We were just dancing," I said unable to look at them. I turned back toward my aunt as she swayed her hips. "Jane... Aunt Jane..." I stepped forward and grabbed her wrist, "Come with me real quick," I said, pulling her from the clutches of the big black man and pulling her into the crowd. Behind us I could hear them hollering and jeering as we disappeared back towards the pool.

"Stephen, what is it. That was extremely rude! Why did you pull me away like that?"

"It's... It's nothing," I said, turning my eyes down as we came up on two chairs back in the sun. "Can we just tan?"

"No, you need to tell me what happened, why are you behaving like that? Is it because they're black? Are you a racist?"

"NO! I'm not a racist!" I almost shouted at her. I took a breath and gathered my composure. "They... They called me girl."

"They did not, why would they call you a girl? They don't even know you."

"I don't know. They said I danced like a bitch to the last song and it probably doesn't help that I'm so much smaller than them and I have long hair. I don't know they're just big, really big. It made me nervous."

"They were just joking I'm sure and you have nothing to be nervous about. Who cares if they're taller then you?"

"Probably more than taller," I mumbled to myself as I thought back to the large black guy grinding his crotch against my aunt's ass, my cock twitching again at the thought.

"What? What does that mean, more than taller?"

"Ahhh... No... Nothing," I stammered, surprised she had heard me. Should have kept my fucking mouth shut I thought as I took a seat on one of the pool chairs.

"No what does that mean? Why have you gone all weird? I'm your aunt Stephen. We have to spend the next week together, don't behave like this."

"It's nothing. I mean they're bigger than me that's all. Taller and... you know... you've heard what they say about black guys."

"No I haven't, what are you talking about. What do they say? Why are you being racist?"

"I'm not being racist! Jesus Aunt Jane, stop that. They just all have massive dicks and I'm a small little white guy. It's probably why they called me a girl. That's all." I huffed and turned on the chair, annoyed and angry that I just told my aunt that I thought a bunch of guys had bigger cocks then me, even if they were black guys.