Date: Fri, 13 Sep 2013 18:37:04 -0400
From: Natty <bacteriaburger@gmail.com>
Subject: 691 Suburban Dr Chapter 4

691 Suburban Dr
By Natty Soltesz

4.

      So I slept on it, or more accurately, I passed out on it. When I woke
up a million thoughts flooded my, hung-over, headache-y head. First and
foremost was this: Was I really considering getting into a sexual
relationship with Darrin again? Girlfriend or not, it had long been such
dangerous territory for me that I could hardly believe I was considering
it.

      But I was.

      Second most was pussy. Aside from a drunken blowjob that a good
friend had given me in high school (where I'd been unable to get hard) I'd
never done anything with a girl.

      But Darrin and Fallon weren't saying I had to do anything with a
girl. Not anything I didn't want to do anyway. And if I was being honest
with myself, I had to admit that maybe a tiny, unsure portion of my big gay
brain was bi curious.

      Maybe. I'd always been suspicious of guys who labeled themselves
bisexual, simply because it seems like, in a lot of instances, bisexuality
is a bridge for guys who aren't ready to admit that they're gay.

      But what a double standard! Especially when I'd had first-hand (and
mouth and ass) experience with more than enough straight, curious guys. I'd
never questioned whether Darrin and Randy liked girls. They did like
girls. And they liked dick. Who gives a shit about labels, anyway?

      I was wearing my skimpy shorts and I decided not to put on any other
clothes when I went downstairs. Darrin was making pancakes. Fallon was
sitting at the counter, drinking a cup of coffee. "Morning," she said.

      We ate and in the midst of it I got some courage. "So I thought about
what we were talking about last night."

      "Oh yeah?" Darrin said, sitting next to Fallon.

      "I was thinking that I'd be interested in watching you guys have sex
sometime. I mean, if that was cool." Darrin smirked, looked to Fallon.

      "We were actually going to suggest the same thing," he said.

      "It might be hot," I said.

      "Well I tell you what," Fallon said, putting down her fork. "Darrin
and love to fuck in the morning. We were holding off because, you know, we
have a guest in the house. But maybe we'll go ahead and do it after
all. And leave the door open."

      "That sounds good," I said, my heart racing.

      "Yeah," Darrin said. "And you can watch from the hall if you want. Or
if you feel like coming inside, getting a closer look, you could do that
too."

      "Okay," I said, getting less sure of myself by the second. Fallon
helped Darrin clean up the dishes and I went to the bathroom to, quite
frankly, void my bowels and collect myself. Part of me wanted to run right
out of that house, but I knew I'd never forgive myself. It was just one of
those risky moments, those things that have to be done, as much as you
don't want to let go of your comfort level.

      When I came out of the bathroom they were gone from the kitchen. I
sat on the living room couch, listening for any noises upstairs but I
couldn't hear anything. Now or never, I thought, and collected myself, and
went upstairs.

      I turned into the hall. Their bedroom door was open by a couple of
feet, morning light filtering from inside and diffusing into the dark
hall. I heard the creak of a bed. I walked toward it, the floorboards
squeaking under my bare feet.

      Through the crack I saw the edge of the dresser, then the headboard
of the bed. I heard a soft moan "" Fallon. I felt safe in the dark hall and
I crept closer until I could see everything.

      Fallon was on the bed, naked, on all fours, facing the foot of it,
where Darrin stood, naked. I could see his taut, hairy ass, his heavy hands
hanging at his sides. Fallon's hair was splayed across her bare back, her
alabaster ass perched upward. I couldn't see it, but she was sucking his
cock. She came off of it, rising a little, and gave just the slightest
glance in my direction "" just a glance, nothing more.

      "Get on the bed," she whispered to Darrin. He knelt on it. I saw his
huge, heavy boner, slightly wet, bouncing as Fallon positioned him at the
head of the bed so that he was facing me. He never glanced in my direction,
but Fallon seemed to be positioning him for my maximum benefit.

      She went down on him. Darrin's eyes rolled up toward the ceiling. His
hand caressed his body. Fallon's ass was facing me now and I could see how
firm and shapely it was, a perfect girl ass with just the right amount of
heft and substance. Her pinkish shaved asshole and pussy, glistening,
moist.

      Still, it was Darrin's big dick that got my dick hard. Also the
worshipful way Fallon was sucking it "" whatever power dynamics they were
into didn't seem to apply in this particular encounter. Darrin stroked her
back, his hand sliding down to the crack of her ass, a finger reaching
downward until it pressed against her hole. She moaned around his cock. He
leaned further forward and slid his finger into the folds of her pussy.

      I took my cock out of my shorts and stroked as I watched them. I'd
seen enough straight porn to know that this was good sex. I didn't know if
Darrin had caught my eye, but I wondered if the fact that I was watching
had kicked things up a notch for them.

      Darrin got off the bed and pulled Fallon's ass toward the edge. He
lined up his cock to her pussy and slid it right home. He was sliding his
thick piece inside her, his tight little ass flexing with each
thrust. Fallon moans were muffled by the pillow. Clearly they weren't going
to last long, but Fallon surprised me by coming first. At least I'm pretty
sure she did. Her moans got quicker and louder and she sort of shook all
over. Darrin wasn't even fingering her clit or anything.

      Darrin wasn't long after her, but in what had to be for my benefit,
he pulled out, gave his salami a single strong stroke, and blasted four
thick jets of jizz in stripes up her back.

      I came too, in my hand, so I wouldn't have to clean it off the
hallway floor. Then I locked myself in the bathroom to clean off and
collect myself.

      I got myself dressed and came back downstairs. Darrin was dressed,
playing video games. "How was the show?" he said.

      "Pretty great," I said, sitting next to him.

      "Did you cum?"

      "I did," I said.

      "Good," he said, looking over at me. He started laughing and I did
too. There was nothing about this that wasn't awkward, and it felt good to
acknowledge that. When Fallon came downstairs she rubbed my shoulders and
said "Fun, huh?" I nodded, and that was that.

      It was Christmas Eve and Darrin and Fallon had to run errands. I
think they wanted to give me time alone and I appreciated that.

      I watched some TV. It was unseasonably warm so I went out for a
walk. Some people were out, putting up last-minute Christmas decorations. I
found myself at the end of the road where there was a path that went into
the trees. It reminded me of the satellite view I'd seen of the subdivision
before I'd left, all the nature that surrounded it. I walked the path which
wound through thick stands of pine and spruce trees. It was incongruous,
all this mysterious nature in the midst of planned, paved civilization. I
stood in a patch of sun, comforted.

      Darrin baked a ham that night. I peeled potatoes. We didn't talk
about what had happened, and it didn't feel like we needed to.

      Afterwards Darrin and I played his Wii and Fallon pulled out a
joint. There I was, getting high and playing video games with Darrin. It
was college all over again. The only thing missing was Randy and the
busted-ass sofa we used sit on at 428 College Street.

      "So what else is up with Randy?" I asked Darrin. "He's married,
right?"

      "Yeah, to a beast "" have you seen a picture of her?"

      "I have," I said, laughing. In all the pictures I'd glanced at on
Randy's Facebook page his wife had been a large and glowering presence. "I
guess I couldn't imagine Randy being with somebody who isn't as nuts as he
is."

      "Yeah, right? I'm sure it works," Darrin said.

      "I mean nuts in the most affectionate way possible."

      "He's spirited," Darrin said. "He works for some consulting firm,
it's like a real-deal business guy job."

      "Hey Nate can you help me in here for a sec?" Fallon called from the
kitchen. I went in and helped her put the food processor on a high
shelf. "So I want to ask you a question," she said in a low tone, placing a
hand on my bicep. "I want you to answer honestly."

      "I'll try my best," I said.

      "Would you suck Darrin's dick again if you had the chance?" I took a
deep breath. Fallon was smiling, expectant.

      "Yes," I admitted. She nodded slowly, then she leaned in to give me a
peck on the lips. Simultaneously she grabbed my crotch.

      "Just curious," she said, walking away as I turned a thousand shades
of red.

      On Christmas morning we slept in, then exchanged gifts. I'd gone the
easy route and bought both of them Amazon gift cards, which had really been
my only option for Fallon considering I hadn't known her three days ago.

      Hilariously, they bought me the same thing. Fallon got Darrin an
iPad.

      "These are for you too," she said to Darrin, looking right at me
before handing him a package. Darrin opened it. It was a box that contained
a pair of low-slung bikini briefs. "Try them on," Fallon said.

      "Not until you open this," Darrin said, handing her a package from
behind the tree. Inside was a silk teddy. They kissed, but didn't try them
on to my slight disappointment.

      We lounged around. I was on the internet catching up on my emails
when Fallon came into the room dressed in her coat and hat.

      "I'm heading out to meet up with my friend Angie," she said.

      "Oh, cool," I said.

      "She just got a divorce so we're gonna drink some wine and hang out,
but I'll be back in the evening."

      "Okay," I said. Fallon buttoned her jacked. She looked at me.

      "There's another gift for you," she said.

      "Under the tree?"

      "No, it's upstairs in the guest room. I think you'll like it," she
said, and with a smirk she sauntered away. I heard the front door shut then
the car fire up. The house was incredibly quiet. Too quiet. I had a feeling
of what I was going to find, but felt weirdly frightened as I crept up the
stairs.

      "Darrin?"

      "Yeah," he said, his deep voice coming from down the hall. "I'm in
here." I door to the room where I'd been sleeping was open, I turned the
corner and looked inside. Darrin lay on the bed, hands behind his head, a
big smile on his face and a big boner in his lap, a bright green ribbon
stuck to it "" Fallon's work, for sure.

      I stood for a moment, processing. "Read it," Darrin said, nodding
toward the ribbon. On it was a white tag. I walked toward Darrin and leaned
down to read, To: Nate, One blowjob. From: Fallon (and Darrin).

      "So thoughtful," I said. Darrin laughed. The ribbon bounced. I sat on
the end of the bed between Darrin's feet. I could smell him, a soft soapy
manliness that had an air of familiarity "" I'd spent a good amount of time
between Darrin's hairy legs back in the day, so that wasn't surprising.

      I took hold of the ribbon, peeled it off his cock and tossed it on
the floor.

      "Get naked," he said. I stood and Darrin watched as I peeled off my
clothes. I got back on the bed and brought my face to his crotch. I took a
long, deep sniff. Darrin's cock throbbed against his stomach. By this point
I was as hard as he was.

      Slowly I licked from his nuts up the shaft of his cock. The further I
went the higher his cock flexed and rose to meet my tongue. When I met the
tip with my lips his cock jerked and his body shuddered. "Fuck," he said
under his breath.

      I took my time. I licked his balls. I licked his thighs. I savored it
like I'd savor a great meal. Fallon had given this to me: a blowjob,
nothing less, nothing more. I liked that there was a structure to it, and
resolved to give Darrin the best damn blowjob I could.

      I finally lifted his big piece and got my lips around the head,
sliding it down my throat until my lips were nestled in his bush. I sucked
his cock slowly, feeling the tight muscles under his slightly thick belly
undulating as he rocked his hips into my face. I felt his hairy chest and
thick nipples. His cock was rigid and his breathing increased until I could
tell that he was getting close.

      "Gonna cum," he whispered. I kept a tight suction. Then more
urgently: "Gonna cum, oh fuck, oh fuck..." I gave his nuts a gentle tug and
then he was losing it. I kept my mouth steady but my tongue milked the
underside as his cock pulsed, the first jet of load flooding my
mouth. Darrin's legs were tensed, his fists were full of bed sheet. I
swallowed as more and more cum came.

      "Fuck," he said once more. He took a long breath and put his arm over
his eyes. "Dude," he said. He laughed. I wiped my mouth and climbed up on
the bed to lie next to him. "Either you've improved since the last time you
blew me or I forgot how good you are."

      "Both," I said.

      We were playing Wii when Fallon got back. "What have you boys been up
to?" she said. My face went red despite myself.

      "Not much. Nate gave me head," Darrin said.

      "Was he good?" she said, smirking in my direction.

      "Good as he ever was," Darrin said, eyes on the TV. "Maybe even
better."

      "Really?" Fallon said. "What's your technique?"

      "Um, I try not to use my hands. I suck tight and hard and slow," I
said.

      "He plays with my balls, too," Darrin said. "It feels really good."

      "Good to know," Fallon said.

      "Thanks for the gift," I said to her.

      "Merry Christmas," she said, and Jesus rolled over in his grave.

***

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