Private Payne

Lisa made me a stud in the eyes of Charlie Company.

My comrades never questioned my sexuality with all the commotion the two of us made while Lisa forced herself on me.

Black guys started to tell me I was acting Black. They said I was gettin’ flava cause Payne was laying it on me on a nightly basis.

It’s really horrible when a born again gay man has to act straight and face a Black posse.

"Whass it taste like, Taylor? I bet dat ass is sweet," they inquired. I didn’t want to out myself, lie and sin. So I put on my choir boy face and replied, "Good!" while licking my lips and smiling at them seductively.

I loved Lisa, I really did. Jesus said we should love all our enemies. She was a Black Catholic hoe who cultivated things in me the New Testament never could.

Lisa told me I was gay before I could confess that fact to myself or God. It didn’t stop her from her demands for love making and attempts at keeping the Army guys from shooting their M-16s at me.

She was very seducing and I felt totally at ease with her while naked. Lisa was a turn-on to both God and I, for she kept me from back sliding.

I stole love making tricks right out from under the witch’s nose while she was trying to convert me to her religion.