When summer came, just before they headed home, Kevin's girlfriend made him promise that he wouldn't have sex with any other girls. He did and asked her to make the same promise.
"Okay," she said, "I promise not to have sex with any other girls." They both laughed.
That was on May 16th.
Over the summer they fell out of touch with each other. Not right away, of course, slowly. Calls and video chats almost every day at first. By the end of June it was maybe twice a week. By the end of July, once a week. And then in August, one phone call. The call.
"I miss you," he said, "I wish we could talk more. Maybe video chat some more?"
"You just want to look at my tits and pussy while you jerk off again."
"No. Well, yeah, but not just that."
"I know, but I'm busy, Kev."
"I know. Why are you so busy lately," he asked, "work?"
"Not really, just, well, there's no easy way to say this. I've been seeing a guy."
Kevin's heart sank. "What do you mean you're seeing a guy?! We promised each other!"
"Well, yeah, I didn't mean to, it just, well, it was kind of an accident. We met at a party and I was kind of missing you and drunk and horny and the next thing you know we were fooling around in his car and, well..."
Kevin was near tears. His dick, which had been hard from just the sound of her voice, was limp. "You made me promise not to fuck another other girls over the summer. I did and asked you to make the same promise and you said promised."
"Well, technically we both only promised not to fuck other girls. Nobody said anything about guys..." She giggled at her own joke; Kevin was silent.
She sighed. "It wasn't serious, not at first, it was just sex. Kind of like masturbating but using a real dick instead of dildo. I didn't even like the guy the first few times. Like I said, it was just kind of an accident, really..."
Kevin was silent. He didn't know what to say. He heard a car horn on the other end of the phone.
"Hey, listen, Kevin, Baby, we both knew this wasn't going to last. I need to get going. We'll talk more later, if you want, okay?"
He tried to say something before he realized she'd hung up on him.
He was quiet for a minute.
Later that night, after work, Kevin decided he needed a drink. He picked a bar he rarely went to, a place that was on the far side of town. It was a little seedier than his usual spot although not really rough. If you'd asked he would have said he didn't know why he went there or that it was because he didn't want to run into anyone he knew and he just wanted to be alone. The truth was different.
The truth was he needed something, something he hadn't done in over year. Something he had given up for his girlfriend. Something he knew he could find there.
He sat at the bar, drinking light beer and pondering his situation. Thoughts ran through his head. The girl had messed with his head for most of a year, He had given up so much for her. But she was cheating on him. Not even cheating, she'd dumped him.
He was halfway through his third beer when he realized he had to piss. He dropped some money on the bar made his way to the bathroom. The bathroom was unoccupied so Kevin picked the urinal closest to the door, took his dick out and started pissing.
He had just started when another patron came in, stood at the urinal next to Kevin, took his dick out and started pissing. Kevin took a look. He was black, dark skinned, with a nice, fat cock. He'd never seen a black cock before except in movies. This one looked nicer than most of those to him. Even though it wasn't hard, it was still pretty thick and long. He hadn't meant to stare.
"See something you like?" a deep voice asked.
"Oh, God, sorry..." Kevin realized he'd actually finished pissing and his own dick was starting to chub up in his hand. He quickly started to shove it in to his pants.
A large black hand gently touched his wrist and stopped him. "It's all right." The man finished his piss and turned toward Kevin, dick still out. Kevin kept staring. "Go ahead, you can touch it, if you want."
And he did. Almost as if under hypnosis, he reached out and touched it, lightly at first with just his finger tips and then he slid his hand under and held it in his palm. He could feel it getting harder in his hand. His own dick was getting harder, too.
He kept licking and biting his lips. He felt a hand on the back of his head and he fell to his knees, right in front of the urinals. He could smell the earthy aroma of unwashed cock and balls. He could see a drip of piss on the tip. "You can suck it, if you want," the deep, baritone voice said, "do you want to suck it?"
Kevin couldn't speak, he just nodded, eyes fixed on a drip of piss on the head black cock in front of him. He felt the hand come off the back of his head. There was be no force, not even a slight nudge. He was being given permission and nothing more.
This was what he'd really come here for.
"I've never, I don't, that is I'm not a..." It was a lie, of course. He had gone to this bar, a gay bar, just for this kind of thing.
