“My Night at the Hookup Express”
I couldn’t believe I was going to spend Valentine’s Day evening at a sex party. Well, it wasn’t really a sex party but sex would be involved. I heard about Hookup Express through my best friend, Benny. To get in, you have to have a current membership card and a recent results of a blood test. After buying my membership card, I got tested and made a copy of my results. I was nervous as I pulled up to the address listed on the card in Brooklyn, but I was eager to see what it was like. I hadn’t had any dick in nearly four months so my hormones played a huge role in me going along with the whole thing. The rules said to wear something sexy under your coat so I wore a tank top with matching briefs under my coat.
The building looked like any other brownstone on the block so I had to double-check to make sure I had the right place. I climbed out of my car and locked it up before walking up the steps to the front door. I rang the doorbell and immediately, some old white dude opened the door. He was short and was wearing a leather sexual getup, which told me I had the right place. What kind of freaky shit was Benny into? I found myself asking that in my mind every few seconds.
“Welcome,” said the white man, stepping back and letting me inside. “You are a sexy one.”
“Thank you,” I responded. “This is my first time here.”
“Oh, well don’t be afraid. My home is your home, for tonight that is. What’s your name?”
“Nice to meet you, Alex. I’m Johnny.” He shook my hand. “I run this little shindig, so if you have any concerns make sure you come to me. I can help with anything.” He looked me up and down. “And I mean anything. You are very sexy.” He controlled himself and backed away. “Go ahead and check-in so you can be placed in time.”
I took my coat off and hung it up. I then stepped over to the check-in desk. I showed my card and recent test results and after telling the woman behind the desk that I was a bottom wanting to hookup with a top, she gave me a number and then I was shown to a room full of other bottoms. The whole experience felt so surreal to me. I had no idea anything like this existed.
“Is this your first time?” a middle-aged white guy asked me.
I laughed and asked, “That easy to tell, huh?”
“You shouldn’t be so nervous. This place is actually great. It’s safe and you don’t have to worry about diseases or anything like that. And they protect your identity. I’m married and my wife has no idea I like to get my ass gangbanged by sexy Latino thugs.”
“Yep, it’ll be our tenth anniversary this September.”
“Oh, that’s uh…nice.” I turned away from him and made my way over to a table with alcohol on it. I made myself a rum and coke to help loosen myself up.
“Do you have any favorites?” an Asian guy asked me.
“No, this is my first time here.”
“Oh, then you are in for a surprise. This place is amazing.”
“Do you come here often?”
“Yes. I come here almost every weekend to get me some good black dick. If you get Jerome, Hassan or Curtis then you’ll be so lucky because they eat ass no like other. And if you want to get your ass torn up then Byron is the one for you because that man knows how to pound ass like a jackhammer!”
“I actually want to be surprised.”
“Yeah, surprises are good. I have a feeling I’m going to see you here a lot more after tonight. This place can become quite addictive.”
“I’m sure it is.” I finished my drink and as I was about to make another, a bell rang out loud and Johnny stepped into the room.
“Alright,” he called out. “Numbers five, nine and twelve; come with me. I am your ticket to paradise and paradise awaits you.”
Since I was number five, me and the other numbers called followed Johnny upstairs to the second floor of the house. He showed us all to different doors and then told us to step inside. I was nervous out of my mind as I turned the doorknob and stepped into the room I was shown to. When I stepped in there and saw my partner for the night lying on the bed shirtless, I couldn’t believe my eyes. He was sexy. And not like so-so sexy; he was definitely my type. He was masculine, had a nice body, and possibly the prettiest feet I’d ever seen on a man. He seemed to be just as pleased with me as I was with him.
“Hello,” he said, sitting up on the bed. “Wow.”
“Good evening,” I said back as I closed the door.
“I’m Tyrone. What’s your name, sexy?”
“How old are you, Alex? You look very young.”
“Thirty. I’m not too old for you, am I?”
“Oh no, not at all.” I stepped further into the room. “Is this your first time here?”
“Is it that easy to tell?” He laughed. “Yeah, this is my first time? Are you a regular?”
“No, this is my first time as well.” We shared a laugh when I revealed that. “What are the odds?” I sat down on the edge of the bed. “So, how did you find out about this place?”
“I found a card on the floor in the bathroom at my job’s headquarter office.”
“I’m in construction. What do you do for a living? Let me guess, a student?”
“I used to be. I graduated last year. I’m now a financial advisor at a bank.”
“Nice, so you make money?”
“You could say that. I live in Manhattan.”
“Yeah, you make money.” He laughed. “So what is a person like you doing in a place like this? I mean, I’m here because I can’t even think about having sex with another man where I come from. It seems like you should have no problem getting what you want.”
“Do you know how many white gays there are in Manhattan? Hell, they’re even taking over Brooklyn now. They’re just not my type and they only want you so they can be seen as adventurous or whatever. It’s all about getting some Mandingo dick or bootylicious black ass. I do want sex, especially tonight, but I want my body to be appreciated and not seen as some reachable goal or a checkoff on a bucket list.”
“Damn, sexy and smart. I like that.”
“You mentioned you can’t even think about being with another man where you’re from. Where are you from?”
“The Bronx. I get mistaken for Latino a lot but I’m just light-skinned.” He chuckled. “I got two kids with two different women so I’m always back and forth with them.”
“No. I never married either of my babymamas. They’re always fighting over me and shit, and I don’t wanna be with either of them anymore. I fuck them every now and then but it’s just when I get horny. They’re crazy ass bitches so they can’t keep men.”
“Have you ever had sex with a man before?”
“Yeah, I fucked my ex’s brother Darnell once while he was staying with us. He kept giving me the look and making my dick hard so I fucked the shit out of him. That was like five years ago though. I get the urge every now and then to fuck another guy, but I’m too damn paranoid to ever go through with it. That’s why when I found out about this place, I had to do it. And now I’m glad I did.” He stared at me and licked his lips.
Never before had I ever wanted to get fucked by a guy I just met, but that’s how it was with Tyrone. I wanted him to fuck me. I wanted to please him and relieve all of the stress he was probably feeling from his construction job and his two babymamas. He was just so damn sexy in his black shorts, durag and black New York cap. And his feet were really catching my attention. I wasn’t one to particularly get turned on by a man’s feet but damn he had some nice feet.
“Why do you keep looking at my feet?” he asked me with a big smile on his sexy face.
“They’re nice,” I admitted. “I see why you’re not wearing socks.”
“I’ve never gotten that before.”
“No one has ever told you that you have nice feet?”
“I understand why those women are crazy over you. I would love to come home to a man like you every night after work.”
“Would you cook me dinner?”
“Fried chicken. I love me some fried chicken. I’m a skinny nigga but I can eat.”
“Oh, you’d love my fried chicken. It is delicious.”
“Mmm, I bet it is. Would you wash my draws?”
“What else would you do?”
“This.” I grabbed his left foot and began to massage it. “You like that?”
“Hell yeah. Ah.” He moaned and lounged back, sitting up against the headboard. “Damn, that feels so good, baby. I be on my feet all day and them boots hurt like a motherfucker.”
“Well, I’m gonna make them—and you—feel much better.” I stood up from the bed and walked over to a small table with many different things we’d need on it. I picked up the bottle of almond massaging oil and went back over to the bed. I put some on my hands and got back to massaging his feet.
“Ooh, yeah right there. That shit feels amazing, baby. You’re making my dick hard.” He laughed and I couldn’t help but cackle when he said that.
“Lie on your stomach. I wanna help relax you more.”
He turned over on his stomach and I put more massaging oil on my hands and massaged his shoulders. His sexy moans were really turning me on, and it made me feel good to know I was actually helping him relieve tension. I moved down to his back and lower back, massaging him slightly rougher. He had such a sexy lean body, almost like a boxer. His scent was so intoxicating; a mixture of men’s body wash, a hint of cologne, deodorant and cocoa butter. I could tell he put some effort into getting ready for that night, as much effort as I’d put in. He was looking for a night of pleasure and excitement, the same as me.
“My turn to massage you,” he said, turning over to reveal his noticeable hard-on.
“Damn,” I exclaimed, fixating on the big dick print in his shorts.
“You caused it so don’t act surprised.” He laughed and maneuvered from under me.
I lied down on my stomach and he started massaging my feet. His hands were so strong but it was like he knew how to be subtle with them. I wasn’t even that stressed and he had me feeling relieved. When he massaged his way up to my lower back, I damn near melted right then and there. He already had me horny before that point but now I was ready for it all. While massaging my shoulders, he bent down and started kissing my neck. Those kisses were so soft yet were so powerful that they made goose bumps form all over my body.
“Turn over for me, baby,” he instructed.
I turned over and he kissed my lips. His breath was so fresh and that seemed to turn me on more. Keeping his sexy lips pressed against mine, he got in between my legs. Our bodies naturally and automatically became in sync with one another. I wanted our kissing to be a little more intense so when he opened his mouth to take a breath, I slid my tongue in and massaged his tongue with mine. His response to me doing that was to thrust his hips into me, poking my inner thigh with his boner. I kept having to remind myself that he was still a stranger because being with him made me feel like I’d known him for years.
“Are you comfortable with this?” he asked me, taking a pause from kissing me.
“Yeah,” I replied quickly.
“Okay. Just let me know if I’m doing something wrong. I want you to enjoy this as much as I am, baby.”
He had no idea but him saying that to me turned me on to the max. There was nothing I liked more than a man who wanted to make sure I was enjoying sex as much as he was. After telling him to get on his back, I climbed up on him and licked his sexy nipples. I kissed my way down his chest to his abs and to his shorts. I then reached into his shorts and pulled out his hard thick dick, which was uncircumcised and was about eight inches long. I liked uncircumcised dicks depending on whether the foreskin could be pulled back all the way or not. When I tugged on his dick and the foreskin pulled back with ease, I smiled. I kissed it a few times and looked up into his eyes as I licked on it.
“You like my dick?” he asked me. “You like the way it smells and tastes?”
“Yes, daddy,” I answered. His dick throbbed in my hand when I called him daddy. “I haven’t done this in a while so don’t expect my A game.”
“Just do you, baby.” He put his hands behind his head.
I opened my mouth and started sucking him, squeezing my lips on that fat dick. I was never good at deep throating, so I was careful not to go down too far. He seemed to be into it because he could barely keep still, moving his hips to match how I was sucking him. The thing about uncircumcised dicks was that they all had a unique taste depending on the guy’s cleaning habits. Tyrone’s dick was very clean but still had a masculine quality to it. The flavor was addictive and I couldn’t get enough of it.
“That feels so good,” he told me before grabbing his dick and pulling it away from my mouth. “Now let me return the favor, sexy. Get your fine ass up here.”
I moved up on him and he pulled my underwear down. I lifted up and he pulled them off and tossed them to the floor. He grabbed my body and pulled me up more until my ass was over his face. He softly gripped my butt cheeks and spread them before licking up into my ass. I don’t know if it was the way his lips were sucking on my asshole or friction of his facial hair rubbing my shaved area, but it felt so good that I was shaking. I slid my hand under my tank top and played with my nipples as he rimmed me. I’d never actually sat on a guy’s face before so it took a minute for me to get adjusted but once I did, I was in heaven. He was getting me so wet with his tongue that I can hear the wetness whenever his lips sucked on my hole. And whenever he slid his tongue in deep, I felt warm sensation come over my entire body.
With a quick move, he put me on my back and pushed my legs towards my chest. He leaned in and began to eat my ass more aggressively; devouring me as if he’d never have another meal again. In between every few licks, he’d slide the tip of his thumb into my ass and then taste it. He was as addicted to the taste of my ass as I was to the taste of his beautiful dick. I looked down at my own dick to see not only was it hard, it was leaking precum onto my stomach. He had me so turned on that I found myself on the verge of hitting an orgasm.
“You taste so fucking good,” he proclaimed in between licks. “Excuse my language.” He gave it a few more coats before carefully fingering me with his middle finger. “You ready for me?”
“Yes,” I told him as I removed my tank top.
“That’s right. I’m big daddy up in here.” He removed his finger and circled my asshole with his tongue again. “Damn, that ass ready for me.” He let me put my legs down and then he hopped off the bed. “You want me to put on a rubber or are you cool without one?”
“I know we had to bring proof of no STDs but I’ve never had sex without one because I’ve never been in a long-term relationship. I’d prefer for you to wear one if that’s okay with you.”
“I’m okay with whatever you’re okay with, baby.”
He picked up one of the Trojan condoms and ripped the wrapper with his teeth. He unrolled the condom onto his stiff dick and then picked up the small bottle of lubricant. He poured some onto his dick and then some more onto his hand. He made his way back over to the bed and I spread my legs so that he could rub the lubricant on and inside my ass. Once he could finger me with two fingers without me wincing in pain, he got into position and teased my hole with the head of his dick. Usually I was more comfortable riding a dick when I hadn’t been fucked in so long but there was something about Tyrone’s personality that told me I could trust him and that he wouldn’t tear my ass up.
After a few failed attempts at getting through my tightness, he repeatedly kissed my lips and my neck and that seemed to help me relax more. It hurt like hell because he was so thick but I didn’t want to give up. I was probably never going to get that kind of dick—let alone that kind of man—again so the pain had to be worth it. His patience and willingness to put my comfort first definitely helped me get more into it. I was sure that with women he probably just slammed that dick in and pounded away, so it meant a lot that he was taking his time with me. Slowly but surely, he was opening me up and it was becoming more and more pleasurable.
“You okay?” he asked, pausing mid-stroke with half his dick inside me.
“Yeah, keep going,” I urged. “It’s starting to feel good.”
He kissed me and resumed his slow but powerful strokes. My tightness was causing him to put in a little extra effort with each stroke so he grunted a little and it turned me on. His type of masculinity was something I’d been missing in my life. It was strong yet compassionate, well-defined but not in any way hyper, and real without a single falsehood or insecurity. Like with each of the few men I’d been with in my life, I tried to find a single flaw with Tyrone so that I could lower my expectations. I was both surprised and relieved to know that there weren’t any so far.
After taking his time with me for over half an hour, I finally adjusted to him inside of me and that’s when he started to fuck me. He went deeper and deeper, faster and faster. My legs were so tightly wrapped around his waist that I was surprised I wasn’t squeezing his sides too hard. I looked into his eyes and kept the connection with him in an attempt to let him know I was with him and that he was making me feel so good. Conversely, the look in his eyes told me my ass belonged to him and that no other man could ever please it the way he was pleasing it that night.
We were both covered in sweat by the time he wanted to change positions. He suggested me riding him but I wanted him to remain in control because he seemed to be more comfortable in control. So I got on my hands and knees and bent down, arching my back and putting my ass up as high as it could go. He smacked my ass five times, causing me to jump and call out daddy each time. He then got directly behind me and slid his dick back into me, taking it nice and slow so that I could get reacquainted with it. However, that didn’t last long as he picked up the pace and started fucking me like I was a bitch in heat. I don’t know how he knew, but I needed to be fucked rough by then. My ass was begging for it and my dick was leaking so much precum onto the sheets.
“Oh daddy,” I called out through moans. “Yeah, give it to me just like that! Ahhh!”
“You love daddy’s dick?” he asked.
“Say you love daddy’s dick!”
“I love daddy’s dick! Oh my God!”
He was digging so deep into my ass that I could feel him tapping my bladder. My prostate was also being rubbed so the precum was rolling out like crazy. I used it as lube and started jacking myself off. His moans were getting louder and louder so I knew he was getting closer to orgasm. The thought of him climaxing was enough to get me there and before I could even brace myself, I was convulsing and losing my mind. The sheets were catching my thick and creamy cum. My hole tightened around his dick and he did one last stroke before he lost control. He grabbed onto my waist and moaned so loud that I knew everyone on that floor heard him. I could feel the condom filling up inside of me. We were stuck for a while because my ass was too sensitive and his dick was uncut which meant it was ultrasensitive post-orgasm.
“Shit,” he muttered as he finally pulled out of me and collapsed on his back. “Damn!” He wiped sweat from his forehead and tried to catch his breath.
“I’ve never,” I tried to say in between stutters. “I’ve never…been fucked…like that…before.” I rubbed my sore asshole and tried to gain control of my body again.
“That ass is magic. I ain’t never nutted this much.” He pointed to the condom which had so much cum in it that it looked like it would pop. He carefully pulled it off and tied a knot in it before tossing it in the trashcan beside the bed. “I’m glad I wore that. I probably would’ve got you pregnant with my third baby.” We both burst out in laughter when he said that.
“Damn, Alex. I never thought I’d end up having this much fun at this place.”
“Who are you telling? I thought this Valentine’s Day was going to suck but it is easily my best. That was incredible.”
“You can say that again.” He sat up and kissed my lips. “You know, they got a nice marble tub in the bathroom. Do you have time to soak in it with me?”
I smiled at him and then leaped off the bed and hurried into the bathroom with him following me. We filled the tub with hot water and poured in some bubble bath before climbing in together. I sat down in between his legs with my back against his chest. He kept kissing the side of my face and my neck and it took my mind off of my sore ass.
“I wish we could do this outside of this place,” I told him. “But I know that’s impossible, huh?”
“We live in two very different worlds,” he replied. “Mine is filled with messy babymamas and working construction everyday out in the cold, and yours is living in Manhattan working for a bank. It’s a miracle that we were even able to meet each other.”
“I don’t want this to end, Tyrone.”
When he asked that, I turned around to face him and asked, “What do you mean?”
“We both paid for a month-long membership to this place, right? Well, how about we make the most of it? And when the month is up, we can decide if it’s worth renewing.”
“So you want to do this every weekend?”
“Every weekend when we both can. There will be weekends when you’re busy and I’m not and weekends when I’m busy and you’re not. We’ll just have to work with it. But baby, we can make it work if we want to.” He kissed me. “Do you wanna make it work?”
“No buts. We can go over all the details later but for right now, I just wanna hold you and get to know more about you. Is that cool?”
I giggled and asked, “Now how can I argue with that?” I turned back around and he wrapped his arms around me and held me from behind. I relaxed and leaned my head back on his chest as we continued to soak away in the marble tub and ignore our respective realities.
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