gays. That’s why I like it hear."

I couldn't help but laugh at Eric's comments and my predicament. "I'm sorry, Eric, I really am. Please forgive me. Are you hungry? Let me buy you lunch. I see a vendor pushing a cart over there.

"I'm starving, Annie. I'd like that."

"I'm starving too. For some cock."

"Likewise, my dear." We both giggled impulsively. But shit, I didn't really need another girlfriend.

I bought us each an Italian sausage with onions on a bun and a shish kabob. I took the sausage out of the bun and began to simulate fellatio. Eric mimicked me and we got hysterical.

"Eric, this is a serious question, so don't laugh." He was laughing already. "Why is it that some men prefer to have a man suck their cocks rather than a woman? I mean, a blow job is a blow job, isn't it?"

"Yes and no, Annie," he answered slowly, trying to regain his composure. "I know heterosexual happily married businessmen who like to go to the adult book stores during lunch break and stick their dicks through the glory holes. Why? Could be one of many reasons. Some guys just like to get off in a nice wet warm mouth. Doesn't matter much if that mouth belongs to a man or a woman. I doubt many women love to suck cock. They do it to please their lover. Homosexual men like me, however, love to suck cock. I live for that load shooting down my throat. I love a man's cum. Did I answer your question? Speaking of that, I don't just come here to write. This is sort of a meeting place for…uh…you know." An effeminate looking young black man in a jogging suit waved frantically at Eric.

"Yes, you answered my question, Eric. Are you going to eat your bun? Or just fuck it?"

We laughed and laughed and laughed and Eric motioned for the young man to come over and introduced him as Reggie.

"Reggie, would you like a sausage?" I asked innocently. Eric broke up again.

"I'd prefer Eric's to one like you have, Annie." Now the three of us gagged on the hilarity of the situation.

"So would I, but no such luck," I responded indifferently. "This is not my lucky day I guess. But it looks like you are going to get lucky, Reggie. Well…uh…you two…uh…enjoy spending quality time together. I have to go. It has been an enlightening afternoon, Eric. You're a nice guy, even if you don't like pussy. I'll buy your books." We hugged for a moment and parted as friends. He gave me his e-mail address and I promised I'd write to him when I got home.

That evening Henry took me to a NBA game at the Arena in Oakland . The Warriors versus the Lakers. The game didn't interest me much but the Warrior Girls and the Hoop Troop were entertaining. I was mesmerized by how tall the players looked in person and how big their feet were.

"Henry, don't the Lakers have a reputation for being womanizers?" I finally asked, feeling that all too familiar itch between my legs.

"Well, Annie, they once had a player, Wilt Chamberlain, who wrote a book boasting that he had sex with 20,000 women."

"I'd like to be 20,001."

"He's dead."

"Oh. That won't work then.”

Feeling a sense of hopelessness, I started to cry. Then I noticed a rather good looking tall white man,