I know that the ‘lust’ was from sexual frustration. We didn’t make love for such a long time, I was needing a release. John and I fucked like ...unnies the rest of the weekend and I don’t remember the number of mind numbing orgasms and ejaculations I had, but Monday morning, I had a super wide smile on my face. As John was leaving for the office, I said, “I hope you are all ‘love fucked’ out. I hope you are spent and won’t be tempted TODAY to have a ‘lust fuck’ with Marlene.” John, chuckled. Cool J. are hot. Yeah, I’m definitely bisexual. And I didn’t always accept it. I spent my entire life in the Black church. And you don’t need me to tell you how homophobic many members of the Black church are. I’ve heard gays and lesbians called abominations, freaks and mistakes of nature. And those words hurt me. They cut me deeply. So I wrote about the lives of Black men and Black women who happened to be gay or bisexual. I saw a lot of books by Black authors in libraries across Massachusetts. “Small Bs.”“Are you bigger?”“Ds.”Her friend giggled. They were both excited. The room felt heavy and portentous. She wondered what he would want next. She wondered if she would do it.“Take off your top!”She looked at her friend.“Should I do it?” She whispered. What was she whispering? Her BFF vigorously shook her head yes. She then took her top off. She was a little scared. She was a little proud. She was so brave!“It’s off.”“Now your BFF!”She took her top off too. They were in. When she reached the base, she slowly curled her hand around it and the slid her hand all the way back to the head. I forgot all about Rachel as Amy continued to slowly massage my swollen cock for a few seconds and then she abruptly said-“Well, no time to waste, I guess.” And with that she dropped to her knees and licked the entire underside of my cock. She made her way to the head and popped it into her mouth, starting to suck. Every time she went down, she tried to go a little deeper than the.