"You have got to be kidding me! There's a secret knock and a password just to get in? This HAS to be some sort of setup." David read the words of the email invitation over and over again as he feared the worst, mumbling to himself in disbelief and in confusion. He had joined an online group for Black men who sleep with other men and they posted the requirements to get a private invitation to a "special" party. It was supposed to be an all male, all Black, sex party with an exclusive clientele list and some really intense action. He had sent in the application two weeks earlier with all the required paperwork. For a fee of $300 dollars for the night, it had better be discrete, safe, and hot. There was supposed to be an assortment of thugs, ballers, pretty boyz and even some TS girls, every sort of brotha possible, all demanding the utmost discretion and all open for wild, uninhibited hardcore fucking. He read the email every day until the party, turned on by thinking about the possibilities but seriously questioning whether he could go through with it or not.
When the Friday night arrived he nervously made his way to the address in the email and sat outside in his car to have a drink or two. The home was no joke, straight outta MTV Cribs, but nestled out in the far recesses of a remote subdivision where no one would even suspect Black people lived, let alone partied to extremes. He made his way to the door and knocked. He thought for a second he had been transported back to the 20s because it was just like an old fashioned juke joint with a panel on the door that slid open and a set of eyes peering out. They were a woman's eyes, no doubt, heavily made up with mascara and shadow and all that chick stuff. "Ain't this some shit," he thought to himself as he was struck with a wave of nervousness that overcame his body.
"Password," she said.
Dave stumbled. "Oh, I'm here for . . . I thought this was . . . I'm sorry, I must be in the wrong place."
"Password!"
He stood silent for a moment as he tried to recall the phrase sent in the instructions. The combination of alcohol and nerves were not conducive to a good memory. "Suckin' dick is . . . wait, that's not it. It's something like, A brotha fuckin' me is what I crave. No, no, wait. It's Black men . . . Shit, I can't remember. It's something about brothas fucking and sucking."
Apparently, that was good enough because with that, laughter erupted from the opening, the locks clicked and the door opened. Standing before him was an exquisite woman, dressed in what was obviously expensive lingerie. David was never attracted to women romantically or emotionally but occasionally he found himself slightly wooded thinking about them sexually. This sexy, chocolate sista, however, came with extra equipment that was more than apparent from the bulge between her legs. Somebody had spent a whole helluva lotta money on fake tits and hormones and whatever the hell else guys do when they want to become women. She welcomed him in and invited him into the sitting room.
Brothas were chillin' in various stages of relaxation, undress, and arousal everywhere. There was an assortment of men; from light, bright, and damn-near-white to the blackest of ebony and every shade in between, heavy, slim, packing and not, some were attractive and others were not, it was a veritable array of chocolate for any taste. Godiva didn't have shit on the men in attendance at this party. Dave was like a kid in a candy store and he wanted to sample all the treats.
This experience was a treat for David because he rarely let himself be sexual. It had been almost two years since he had been in a relationship and his sex life consisted of some a webcam and vaseline or a booty call with an ex occasionally. It was time to take charge of his sex life and he felt empowered surrounded by all those men that wanted the same thing he wanted. He affirmed that he wasn't being a slut he was choosing to open himself to new experiences.
Apparently, he was looking a little wide-eyed and out of his element when he heard a voice from behind. "This must be your first time. Hi my name is Kalfani, nice to meet you."
David returned the pleasantries and extended his hand into one belonging to a brotha with a beautiful smile and welcoming eyes. Kalfani was about 5'8" to Dave's 6'0" but that didn't make him trip at all. Dave learned long ago that height, much like size, did not make the man. Kalfani took the initiative to show Dave around the house. It was much bigger than he had initially surmised and in every lavish and expensively decorated room were brothas looking to fuck or get fucked.
