It was unusually cold this winter in the south. The kind of cold and dampness that gets deep in your bones. The cold was matching my feelings; I think my boyfriend is stepping out on me. After being together for two years the love of my life is cheating. Trent, 27 years old is handsome with his smooth ebony skin, 6’3” muscular body, and great personality. The thought that something like this might happen had been in the back of my mind since we got together. Not that I’m insecure, but when you are with a good looking man these thoughts do enter the mind. I’m a good looking guy myself. I’m white 28 years old, smooth tanned skin, 5’11” athletic body, with a great smile. Our relationship was love at first sight; I had never hit it off with anyone like I did with him.
Trent is the total package, the looks, the body, the intelligence, and the big fat dick. I intended to spend the rest of my life with him. In the beginning everything was great, we were always together, and we couldn’t keep our hands off of each other. The problem started a few months ago, he had a good job as an office manager so he started saying that he was working late, never done that before and then he would say he was going out with his boys to play pool. The biggest red flag was when I found explicit text messages in his phone from other dudes, talking about sucking dick and shit. Of course I questioned him and it was excuses after excuses. We lived together in my house and I had begun considering to ask him to leave, but my love for him made me hold back. Over all things were just different, our relationship didn’t seem to be the same, it hurt me, but I’m not one to stand by and take some shit.
I know two wrongs don’t make a right, but sometimes you just have to do what you have to do, so the other weekend when he told me he was going out with his boys I had a plan of my own. Trent left to go with his boys, he kissed me by, I kissed him back like everything was good, then I put my plan into action. I jumped in the shower got all nice and clean, got dressed in jeans and a button up shirt then headed to the bar. The bar was not really crowded, but there were some good looking guys there, I sat down at the bar, ordered a drink and started observing my surroundings. As time went on more people started showing up, to more the merrier. On my second drink the bartender brought me a drink telling me that the gentleman at the end of the bar bought it for me, I turned to look and saw a man that made me forget all about Trent. I motioned for him to come over; he had that swag as he walked toward me like only a black man has. Sitting on the bar stool beside me he said “I’ve been watching you for a while. Why is someone as good looking as you here by yourself?” “My man and I are having some problems.” I replied. “Some stupid man.” he said. Devon was his name, he told me he was 30 years old and had only been with another man once in his life, but he was drunk that one time and is still curious and would like to try it again sober. I knew he was telling the truth about the sober part because he was drinking Ginger Ale. Devon’s arms were huge; he had to be over six feet tall, and his smile almost made me speechless, almost. Another thing that attracted him to me was his great conversation; he talked like he had been all around the world and experienced many things. I had a few more drinks and we talked about anything and everything. By this point I was getting a little tipsy and definitely horny, I put my hand on his thick thigh, filling his muscle under my hand made my dick instantly hard, I think he knew it because he looked at me and smiled showing his perfect teeth.
Things continued from there. It was kind of cute and shy the way he asked if he could kiss me. “Well damn, I thought you would never ask.” I said. Devon leaned down slow pressing his lips gently to mine, I opened my mouth taking in his tongue, and the kiss seemed like forever, like we were the only people on the planet. Devon pulled back unbuttoning a few of the top buttons of my shirt exposing my hairless chest, running his strong hand over my chest and hard nipples. My dick was rock hard leaking pre-cum like a faucet. Finally he whispered in my ear “want to get out of here?” “Where we gonna go?” I asked. “I know a place.” he replied. At this point I had the fuck it attitude so he paid the tab and we went to his car. Walking to his car I knew that I wanted this man. If Trent was cheating two could play that game. Devon’s car was parked behind the bar, he said “Let’s sit in the back and talk for a while.” I knew what that meant. We got in the back seat and I could see the budge in his jeans. We didn’t do any talking; we started kissing swapping sloppy kisses, sucking each other’s tongues. I put my hand on his budge stroking it on top of his jeans. “You want his dick?” he asked. I didn’t say a word, I started unbuttoning his pants revealing his briefs full of dick. Pulling down his pants and underwear his thick dick smacked his hard stomach. It was every bit of 8 inches, thick, and slick with pre-cum. I hungrily put my mouth on it licking the head then putting it in my mouth deeper and deeper; he started moaning and gasping placing his hands on my head guiding me down. Between moans he managed to say “play with my balls.” His balls were huge, just like I like them. I cupped his balls in my hand while I worked over his shaft. After a while he asked “can I fuck you?” “Sure the fuck can.” I replied. “I know a secluded place we can go.” he said. “Let’s go then.” I replied. Devon pulled up his pants and we got in the front of the car and drove away.
We drove out in the country turning on a dirt road; we travelled the dirt road for about a mile where we came to clearing. We got out of the car walking around to the front of the car. Devon gently undressed me completely naked, he took off his shirt busting out a hard chest and flat stomach and he dropped his pants to his ankles with is huge dick hanging to his knees. “I want to taste you.” he said. I leaned back on the hood of the car while Devon got on his knees putting my dick in his mouth, his mouth felt so warm; he started off slow then started sucking it faster. I had to stop him before I busted, then he laid me on the hood of the car lifted my legs up and started eating my ass. Devon’s tongue felt like heaven going around the edge of my hole, but then I felt his tongue go in my hole, he definitely knew how to use his tongue. I couldn’t stop myself from moaning, he spit on my hole and I felt his finger enter me. If felt so good I started leaking like a faucet again. “You like that babe?” he asked. “Fuck yeah, but I’m ready for that dick!” He went to the car bringing back some lube. Devon lubed up his rock hard cock then lubed up my ass. “Treat me like a whore” I told him, he smiled and I knew it was on. Lying on the hood of the car with my legs in the air he lined himself up with my hole and I felt him slowly put the head in. I let out a loud moan as he stretched my hole to take his massive meat. After letting me get used to it, he started pounding my hole like he owned it. It was a mixture of pain and pleasure, but the pleasure overrode any pain. Then he had me lay on the hood on my stomach and went back to fucking the shit out of me. After fucking me for a while he pulled out and made me suck his dick. “How that ass taste?” he asked. “Taste good babe!” He manhandled me putting me on the hood on my back shoving his cock back in me making my eyes roll back in my head. We fucked for what seemed like hours. I jacked myself off busting a huge milky load on my stomach. “I’m about to bust!” Devon hollered out, he pulled out busting his hot huge load on my stomach. Devon leaned down licking our cum up in his mouth then kissed me mixing our cum in each other’s mouth. I bent down sucking the last drops of cum from his dick. We cleaned up then put our clothes back on. We got in the car and headed back to the bar. I had left my phone in the car and I had five missed calls from Trent, I listened to the voicemail, Trent was asking me why I wasn’t answering the phone and wanting to know where I was at. Devon said “Damn, brah I hope I didn’t get you in any shit.” “Nah, brah it’s all good.” I said. We pulled back up at the bar; Devon gave me his number and told me that he would like to see me again. I told him that I had to see how it went with my boyfriend, but I would call him. Devon ask me if I wanted him to go back in the bar with me, but I told him I was good, I kissed him, told him thank you for the great dick and he drove away.
I walked back in the bar, sat back down at the bar and ordered a drink. I sat there drinking my drink replaying in my head what just happened. Out of the blue one of Trent’s boys Brandon walked up to me bringing me back to reality. Brandon said “Damn, dude what are you doing here, Trent has been looking everywhere for you.” I told him that I thought Trent was cheating on me so I decided to come out and get my head right. Brandon started laughing, I was a little puzzled by this. “What the fuck is so funny.” I asked. Brandon started telling me that Trent wasn’t cheating on me. All the nights he said he was going out he had been out searching for the perfect anniversary gift for me. Brandon went on to tell me that Trent loved me very much and all he did was talk about me all the time and about how he wanted to spend the rest of his life with me. I asked Brandon about the text messages; Brandon told me the text messages were about how Trent loved sucking my dick. After hearing this I started to feel like shit, but in a weird way I was happy because Devon was fun and different. Brandon told me I better get home, Trent was worried about me. I ran to the bathroom to fix my clothes, clean up the best I could, and get the sex smell off of me.
I headed home, thinking about what I was going to say. I walked in the door, Trent was sitting on the sofa, he jump up asking me where I had been and that he was worried sick about me. I told him that I went to the bar to get out of the house. Trent hugged and kissed me telling me that he was glad that I was alright. Trent didn’t ask too many more questions so I just left it at that. We went to bed that night and had sex which was wonderful. The next morning was our anniversary; he gave me a Rolex watch. This man really did love me. I never called Devon after that, but I never forgot him. Guess there is nothing like getting a little strange to appreciate what you have at home.