"I know a game if you're bored" I replied with a sudden joy inside me. "Okay then whats it called"? he asked with a slight grin on his face. "Well I ...on't know you're quite a bit younger than me it may be a little rough for you" I said quietly knowing that he would want to play it even more which would justify that it's a gay game if two boys play it. "Try me" he challenged me with his cheeky smile as he jumped on the single bed next to mine. "The game is what you make of it, It's called. The light went out in Jackie’s room, and that was my cue to start stroking.My dick had no sooner stiffened than I heard the floor creak, and saw Jackie’s shadow step through her door and move toward me in the dark. I turned onto my side to hide my state and pretended to be asleep. I felt the mattress give as she sat next to me.“Bobby?”I rolled onto my back and looked at her dim image in the moonlit room. “What is it, Jackie.”“Well, um, you’re probably gonna think I’m just a nasty ol’ whore,. My books feature characters that are the way I wish I were. Bold, good-looking and forthrightly bisexual Black males. I put them in all kinds of situations. From the United States Senate to the Massachusetts State Police, I make my heroes men of action. There are too many white male action heroes out there. We could use a few more Black male heroes. In one of my horror novels, the hero of the story is a bisexual Black male vampire. He takes on an army of monsters to save humanity in a nightmare. She said sure, pulled up her skirt and pulled the pistol out of her bellyband holster. She dropped the mag, cleared the chamber, then handed the gun to me. I checked the mag well and the chamber, and when I was sure it was safe, I put the muzzle to my nose and took a deep breath. She was right. It definitely smelled like pussy, and that was a good thing, not a bad thing. She had a curious grin on her face and she'd made no move to cover her pussy while I checked out the gun. I told her that her.