The B-Line: A Story About Hookups (Queer)

Chapter 2: On the Flipside (TW/CW: Transphobia)

Two Days Later

It's 5 in the morning and I'm horny. I think I want some company.

I turn on my location to open up a few apps and see what the city has to offer. Looking over my profiles, I make sure my pictures still look thirst worthy and my bio is still quick to the point with a caution for everyone to come correct.

While reviewing my profile in one app, I get a message in another and decide to check it.

"Nope." I quickly delete the chat. The following moment, I receive a tap from another app.

"Eden, a cis man? Beautiful name," Clicking Eden's profile to view his photos, I swipe through his stereotypical photographs with squinting eyes and bottom lip biting. "I'm not in the mood for light skin shenanigans tonight." Getting to the last two photos on his profile, his dick print photo makes my dick thump while his ass picture makes my mouth water. "Okay, Eden could probably get it. We can drive thru the dick." I reason with myself.

I send Eden a message, expressing my interest then decide to browse the feed.

Quickly growing bored with one app, I browse the other until getting a transphobic message. I immediately close out the alternative app. After doing a few intentional breaths to reset my energy, Eden sends me a message back of a picture of his dick, followed by a greeting.

"What's good, you trynna link up? I host."

"Yes, but I'll host instead. Pull up to The Green Leaf Plaza." I reply, sending him a picture of my dick.

"Bet," Eden responds, letting me know he is on the way.

30 Minutes Later

"Fuck your pussy feels so good, baby." Eden fucks me from the back.

"My hole." I correct Eden for the umpteenth time with a blank face.

"Hole. Sorry." Eden speeds up.

I attempt to regain my sensuality, fucking him back slower. "Slow down, baby. We don't have to rush." I encourage, stroking my dick while trying to gain some pleasure.

"I can't hold it any longer." He thrust harder and faster.

"Squeeze my dick while I'm inside, baby." Eden beseeches as his pelvis smacks against my ass.

Saying nothing, Eden climaxes loudly. "Ugh, God I'm coming! He falls on top of me while panting in my ear. Eden gets up quickly and then removes the condom.

"Fuck, nigga. I needed that shit." He laughs with elation and asks, "Did you cum?"

"You should listen to Meg more often." I then turn over on my back to grab my phone, texting Jermel to see if they are free for a quickie. Responding that they will be free in 30 minutes, I yearn for the great fuck to come.

"I got somewhere to be in 15mins. See yourself out." I grow cold, dismissing Eden from my world.

Like a cloud covering the sun, his smile disappears. "A-alright. Hit me up when you want some more daddy dick." He proposes while putting on his shoes.

"Nah. I'm good." I continuously look at my phone.

Now confused while putting on his coat, Eden assumes, "Ah, I see. You give niggas good pussy then hang 'em out to dry." He sucks his teeth.

I stop looking at my phone to stare Eden down with irritation, waiting for his ass to leave.

Putting his hands up as if he is surrendering, Eden apologizes again. "I apologize. Hole. You give good hole." He tucks in his lips, driving the conversation to an awkward ending.