Date: Sun, 13 Oct 2013 17:53:16 -0400
From: Natty <bacteriaburger@gmail.com>
Subject: 691 Suburban Dr, Chapter 6

691 Suburban Dr
By Natty Soltesz

6.

      Fallon told me to come over that weekend so I headed out on
Friday. As I drove, a now-familiar mix of lust and anxiety coursed through
me.

      Darrin instructed me to call when I was a half hour from his house so
I did. When I got there Darrin was on the couch with his feet up watching
TV. He was wearing a pair of cut-off sweatpants and a black sleeveless
shirt. I sat down beside him.

      "Fallon's in the shower," he said. "She said you guys talked about
some stuff this week."

      "Yeah, we did," I said.

      "She said you're kinda pussy curious."

      "I am," I said, heart thunking.

      "That's hot, man," Darrin said. He motioned down to his crotch, where
a mound was forming in his sweatpants. "See? It's getting me off just
thinking about it." I looked. "Feel it," he said. I felt it. He took it out
and told me to give it a kiss, so I did. The tip was wet and when I licked
my lips I could taste his precum. He tucked his cock back in his pants.

      "Neither of us want to take this too fast, so here's what I
think. You need to work up to fucking Fallon. You need to learn first how
to eat her pussy."

      "Okay," I said.

      "So I'm gonna teach you tonight. Is that cool?" I shook my head
yes. Still as I followed him upstairs I started to get freaked out. A
pussy. What the smell or texture grossed me out? I tried to remember if ass
had been an acquired taste – seems like it would have taken some time to
work up to, but I think I'd always had an attraction to the idea of eating
ass.

      Fallon was lying back on the bed in a t-shirt. There was her pussy,
her red bush trimmed close. She waved at me and smiled.

      "Alright man, first thing's first – you and I should get naked,"
Darrin said, rubbing his palms together. I watched him strip down, his big
dick bobbing out when he slid down his sweatpants. Mine wasn't swelling
yet.

      Darrin had me get on the bed next to him. "Get closer, check it out,"
he said. I did. I sniffed around. The smell was familiar now that I'd had
such close contact with it the last time.

      "Alright so just watch me," Darrin said. He got on his stomach and
brought his face to Fallon's cunt. He ran his tongue up and down her pussy
lips, just barely tucking his tongue between them. When he got to the
highest point he flicked his tongue a little deeper. Fallon let out her
breath.

      "That's the clit?" I said.

      "Basically – it's in there. Now you." I followed Darrin's lead and
tongued the edges of Fallon's pussy lips. I was getting hard now. When I
flicked my tongue deeper at the top she whimpered for me, too.

      Darrin pulled her pussy lips apart and showed me her clit. Then he
dove into it. It always has been a turn on for me to watch guys eat
pussy. Darrin's cock was hard and he was absently grinding it against the
bed. I took it in my hand and he moaned into Fallon's pussy, then I leaned
down and popped the head of his cock in my mouth, sucking him gently while
he buried his face in Fallon's muff.

      We switched again and this time I went for broke, getting my tongue
in there deep, grinding it against her clit, seeing if I could make her
moan the way Darrin had. "Go for it, man, eat that cunt, get it ready for
me to fuck," Darrin said, keeping up a stream of dirty instruction as I
worked on Fallon. It was an interesting feeling, servicing her, paying
attention to what seemed to get her off and making adjustments
accordingly. I couldn't spend too much time on her clit, it seemed; she'd
start to slacken off and maybe got overwhelmed with sensation. So I'd back
off and lick around her pussy lips then dive my tongue deep between them,
and alternate that with little flicks of my tongue against her clit then
some nice hard grinding against it.

      Still I could tell I wasn't going to make her cum. Darrin mounted her
and I kept my head close, watching his thick rod stretch her cunt wide. I
got right in there and licked the both of them. Darrin would pull out and
stuff my mouth full of his pussy-juice-soaked dick before plunging it back
inside her. He made a couple of deep thrusts and I heard her call out and
felt her body shudder. They were both cumming, Darrin's cock pulsing as it
unloaded deep in her.

      Darrin pulled out and came down to me. "I made you a cream pie,
buddy, you gonna eat it?" he said. I went for it. Darrin went down on me as
I pressed my mouth to Fallon's hot and well-fucked pussy, her juice and
Darrin's thick load coming out and coating my lips and chin. I swallowed
it, and Darrin kept a steady suction on my cock until I was blowing in his
mouth, and he swallowed me.



      We went to bed shortly afterward. I woke up early the next morning in
a slight state of panic. I kept having them, these moments of identity
crisis, where I wasn't sure what I was doing with this couple and where it
was going. I reminded myself to take it one moment at a time.

      We went to lunch at a Mexican place. "You did good last night,"
Fallon said told me. It seemed genuine. Darrin seemed impressed too. "Maybe
Darrin will let you fuck me later today." Darrin nodded.

      "That could definitely be fun," he said. "We could trade off." I said
I liked the idea. The waiter came with our food.



      We decided on the way home that we were going to fuck when we got
back. I was glad that Darrin didn't make too much of a fuss about it being
my first piece of girl ass. I don't think I could've handled that.

      The sky was darkening as we glided into Hidden Grove. As Fallon
guided the car around the softly bending streets I watched the houses go by
outside the window, all of them the same, all of them different. Sure,
Darrin had said there were mostly families who lived here, but I wondered
about them. How many husbands were cheating on their wives, or vice versa?
How many were couples like Darrin and Fallon, who let another girl or guy
into their bed? There could be bad situations behind those blank doors,
like a dad lusting after his son or daughter. Or great things, like an old
couple who can still fuck like teenagers.

      I looked at windows with the curtains drawn and big, unobscured
windows that displayed grand living rooms with Christmas trees up
front. There was life behind all these things, and where there was life
there was sex.

      I had this fantasy of knocking on all of their doors, one after the
other, finding the adults inside and asking "Who are you? What are you
doing?," not stopping until I got them to admit who they really were, what
they wanted in the deepest part of their minds, what they did when nobody
was looking.

      Why couldn't it be like that? Why couldn't we all be open about all
of our secrets?

      I didn't have an answer. All I knew is that that was the way things
were and I wasn't likely to change it. Still it occurred to me that I had
done something, just by being myself. It had gotten me to this place,
anyway. I knew Darrin and Fallon's secrets – some of them anyway, surely
– and maybe that was commendable. I felt privileged that I had that
trust.

      We got to the house and took off our coats. Then Fallon took us both
by the hand and led us upstairs. I wasn't afraid anymore. I felt the way my
feet sank into the plush carpet on the steps. The tile in the front hallway
was fresh. Everything here was new and untouched, and here we were, three
perverts declaring our individuality in this place where everything was
intended to be put into boxes. I wondered if the other houses had the same
tiled floors, the same white textured wall paint, the same blond color of
wood railing on the stairs. Fallon dropped Darrin's hand but held to
mine. I watched her other hand drag along the stair railing and wondered...

      In the bedroom Darrin kissed me first, then kissed Fallon. Then
Fallon kissed me, and we lay on the bed together. It was different this
time. We didn't say much. We were all on the bed together, Darrin and me
lying on either side of Fallon, feeling her, feeling each other across from
one another while Fallon basked in it all.

      Soon we all had our clothes off. I guided Darrin into Fallon first,
and felt her tits while he pumped into her. I sucked her tits too, and it
was erotic and innocent at the same time. I ate Darrin's ass while he
fucked and then it was my turn. Darrin guided me in this time.

      It felt good. I guess I didn't imagine it feeling any
differently. What struck me is that her pussy was so smooth, and something
about it just felt right. Not that fucking an ass is wrong – please –
but there was something natural about it. There wasn't any preparation –
no lube (I did use a condom, but so did Darrin because Fallon wasn't on the
pill). No poop, to be blunt about it. And no waiting, pausing, getting her
adjusted to the invasion. It was just smooth and effortless.

      Darrin got behind me at one point and rested his cock between my ass
cheeks so it rode against my hole while I fucked her. Fallon leaned up to
kiss me, I wrapped my arms around her and held her close while I
fucked. Darrin wrapped his arms around both of us, nestled his head into
the crook of my neck next to Fallon's face. We didn't come like that but it
was the climax, in some ways.

      I see it when I think of those times. I see ourselves like I saw that
satellite map before I'd ever gone to Darrin's house. In the middle of a
forest, surrounded by freeways, on a street of a hundred anonymous houses,
in the upstairs bedroom of one of them – we were the beating heart of it
all.



      How we did cum was that Fallon wanted us to make out and jerk off on
her tits while she fingered herself. We jerked each other off. Darrin was
kissing me intensely, and Fallon was watching just as intently. I knew that
the connection I had with Darrin was what she wanted, was what got her
off. So I went for it. We came on her tits then we both got down and licked
it off, our tongues and loads mingling. Then we laid down next to Fallon
and fell asleep. I slept with them all night.

      I felt terrifically out of sorts the next day. I crawled out of bed –
Fallon's leg was over my leg – they stirred a little but didn't
acknowledge me leaving. So I got in the car and drove. I thought I might
even drive home, but I didn't. I kept thinking about my cat, even though I
knew I'd left him enough food.

      I just drove around and around, no direction in mind. Shopping
centers, then miles of nothing – farmland, then more shopping centers. I
felt like I could drive forever and always see the same thing. The only
thing different were the people around and inside.

      I'd planned to take Kate out to lunch that Monday so we could clear
the air, but when I got into work and passed her desk she gave me a curt
wave and turned away. She did seem busy, but it was so contrary to our
usual interaction that it threw me off completely.

      So we avoided one another, which was unfortunate. It was never
hostile, just awkward and a little sad.

      In the evenings I would come home from work and watch movies until I
passed out on my futon, with my cat on my chest most often. At least twice
a week I would talk to Darrin or Fallon on the phone and we'd make plans
for the weekend.

      Then, just about every weekend, I'd drive to Hidden Grove and hang
out with Darrin and Fallon. I was spending a fortune on gas but I didn't
care. I liked getting out of town. The sex was good. The friendship was
good too.

      We'd fuck then go out to eat. Those days were all about
indulgence. We drank a lot of booze and smoked weed when Darrin had it.

      And we fucked and fucked a lot. I fucked Fallon from behind and from
the front. One night I dp'd her with Darrin, which was one of Fallon's
longtime fantasies. It wasn't easy to accomplish but once we found a
position and a rhythm that worked it got pretty thrilling, feeling Darrin's
big cock riding against mine while Fallon gasped for air. Darrin wrapped
his arms around me, and we were all so close.

      Usually it started out with me and Darrin making out. That got Fallon
wet as much as it got me going. Then we'd get naked, I'd suck Darrin a
little, and Fallon would come in. What made Fallon cum, nine times out of
ten, was watching Darrin and I do something to one another – she'd have
me eat his ass or suck his dick while he ate her pussy, or have us make out
again while one of us fucked her and played with her clit.

      We talked about fucking almost as much as we did it. And one of the
ground rules we laid down was that it wasn't acceptable for me to mess
around with either of them separately unless the other agreed to it.

      But soon was the day when that rule was broken. By me and Fallon,
surprisingly enough.

      It was an early Saturday morning. Darrin had gone into work for a
couple hours to work on a project that couldn't wait. I was sleeping in the
guest room, which was typical for me. Three to a bed was just not
comfortable.

      The sun was shining in my window and I was half-asleep, stirring,
listening to the soft sound of Fallon walking around the house. Then she
was in my doorway, wearing one of Darrin's shirts that just covered the
tops of her smooth thighs.

      "Hey," she said, scratching her scalp, her hair all messy.

      "Good morning," I said. I threw off the covers and set my legs on the
floor. I was wearing just a pair of bikini briefs, and I didn't even think
about the fact that I had a giant morning boner. Fallon noticed, though.

      "Look at that," she said, her sleepy eyes focusing on my lap. I
looked down.

      "Heh heh, yeah," I said. She came over to me and took it in her
hand. I looked her in the eye as she started to stroke me. She pushed me
back onto the bed and slid my briefs down my legs, then she straddled
me. She wasn't wearing anything under Darrin's shirt. She held my cock up
and guided me into her. It felt natural.

      "We need to wear a condom," I said, but she was riding me, up and
down, and she didn't say anything, just kept sliding my cock in and out of
her hot, tight pussy, and I was coming before I could say anything else.

      "Yeah, yeah," she said as I blew, like it was what she'd been
after. Then she lay next to me.

      "I guess we'll have to tell Darrin about that," she said.

      "Fallon, I came inside you." She shrugged.

      "I'm not worried. Darrin's cum in me before." She looked at
me. "Don't worry about it," she said.

      "Okay," I said.

      I went out and got coffee. I figured I'd give Fallon some time to
tell Darrin what had happened. When I got back everything seemed cool, so I
didn't bring it up.

      I went back to State University that night because Darrin realized
he'd have to work all day Sunday, too.

      Then, on Wednesday, I got a call from Darrin.

      "Hey dude, I'm headed your way. Is that cool?"

      "Really?"

      "Yeah." He laughed. "Sorry it's last minute."

      "No, no worries. It'll be cool to see you."

      It was out of left field, and given what had transpired with Fallon
on Saturday, I was worried. I cleaned up my place when I got home from work
and Darrin showed up at my door around 5pm with a bag in his hand.

      "So you're staying tonight?" I said.

      "Yeah, I hope that's cool," he said, reaching down to pet my cat who
was doing circles through his legs.

      "Yeah for sure. I've got a futon you can sleep in." He looked past me
into my bedroom.

      "Your bed's pretty big, too," he said.

      "Yeah," I said. Darrin threw his stuff down in the living room and
sat on the futon.

      "Were you here to see anybody?" I asked. He hadn't been exactly
forthcoming on the phone.

      "Yeah dude. You." He laughed. "I'm off work tomorrow and it's been
forever since I've been back here. Plus I was up for a drive. Clears my
head sometimes." I offered him some coffee and went to the kitchen to make
it. "Plus, Fallon told me you guys fucked." I held a spoonful of coffee
over the filter for a second before dumping it in. Then I returned to the
living room. Darrin looked at me.

      "I'm sorry, Darrin. I really am." Darrin nodded.

      "Thanks," he said. "I didn't come here to, like, chastise you," he
said. "I'm more upset with Fallon than I am with you, I guess. I was glad
that she told me."

      "Did she tell you everything? Like, did she tell you that I came in
her?" Darrin nodded. "It was all so in the moment," I said. Darrin
listened. "Not to, like, justify it. But it was the first time I ever had
sex with a girl. I mean, alone." I hadn't realized it until I'd said it out
loud. It wasn't the most profound thing in the world, but it did seem
significant in some way. "I guess I just got caught up. I don't intend to
do it again."

      "I appreciate that," Darrin said. "Really, though, it comes down to
Fallon more than to you." I told him that wasn't entirely true, that I was
his friend and had responsibility there. "Yeah," he continued. "But Fallon
and I have a responsibility to each other to keep it honest. Plus, it
sounds bad to say, but I sort of know how she is. She probably just sat on
it, didn't she?" He was smiling.

      "Well, it wasn't like she raped me or anything," I said,
laughing. "But she was aggressive. It was...pretty hot."

      "To be honest, I got off on it. It's weird. I'm upset and turned on
at the same time."

      We sat for a minute. "Does she know you came here?" I said.

      "I don't know. I just told her I needed to get away," he said. Darrin
stood up and walked in front of me. I could see his erection pushing
against his pants. He undid them and let his cock pop out, hard and getting
harder. I looked in his eyes. There was the thrilling sense that I didn't
have much choice in the matter but to take his cock, that I'd done him
wrong and now had to rectify the situation.

      I knelt down and took his cock in my mouth. I swear I could taste
Fallon on it. In silence I sucked his cock, slowly and steadily, ramping
him up then backing off. He was on the edge the whole time.

      He took his cock out of my mouth and picked me up by my armpits. As I
caught my breath he ripped my shirt up over my head and took down my
pants. I was naked before him. He flipped me around and pressed me into
him, wrapping his arms around my bare chest. His thick cock slipped in
between the space between my legs and I could feel it there, throbbing.

      Darrin kissed my neck. He spoke in my ear. "I'm gonna cum in you like
you came in her." I hadn't been stupid enough to fuck bareback since my
young college days – well, not counting Fallon, which was a stupid
notion in and of itself, to think it was safer to bareback with a girl than
with a guy. But just then I knew I was going to do it with Darrin,
consequences be damned, just like I'd done it with Fallon.

      We went into the bedroom. Darrin threw me back on the bed. I grabbed
the lube out of the nightstand. Darrin held my legs up and mounted me. It
took a few tries but then he was sliding inside me. I concentrated on
relaxing – he was patient, but insistent, and soon he was in me
completely. My cock was totally hard. He flipped me around and bent me over
and started banging into me. I lost it. Maybe he was jacking me off, but I
barely remember anyone touching my dick, I just knew I was coming all over
my bed. He put me on my stomach and kept fucking me, slow and steady, until
I found myself getting into it again. He was pumping fast and breathing
heavy and he told me he was going to cum in me. I worked my hips with his
thrusts, pressing my cock to the bed, until I was losing it a second time.

      He came in me, pressed tight to my body, his arms around my neck like
I was an animal he'd wrestled to the ground.

      I made us pierogies, guilt and surprise and uncertainty running laps
around my brain.

      "What's this about, Darrin? Are you going to tell her?"

      "Well...yeah," Darrin said. I didn't know what to say.

      We ate our pierogies then went out for a beer.

      We went to campus, to the Sod, our old college haunt. They had a bit
of a crowd for a Wednesday night, mostly older guys and post-college guys
who'd never given up partying and now their beer consumption was getting
the better of them.

      "This place hasn't changed," Darrin said.

      "It's one of the few places that hasn't. Did you drive in on Grand
Avenue?"

      "Yeah," Darrin said. "It looks like a fucking outdoor mall."

      "Progress," I said.

      I went to the bathroom and when I came out I ran into an
ex-coworker. By the time we finished catching up and I made my way back to
the bar I saw that Darrin had struck up a conversation with a cute younger
guy. It took a minute for me to realize that it was Jordan, my
ex-boyfriend. I stopped in my tracks. For a minute I considered just
leaving and texting Darrin later, but instead I stopped and watched them,
unnoticed.

      They were smoking cigarettes and I surmised that the conversation had
started when one of them bummed off the other. Darrin was being his jovial
self, all drunken smiles and easy conversation. Jordan, on the other hand,
was guarded. He would turn to say something to Darrin and Darrin would turn
to make eye contact, at which point Jordan would look out the window behind
the bar. It was comical because he did it over and over again.

      I steeled myself and approached them. To my dismay they were talking
about Ron Paul, and I would've bet money on who started that conversation.

      "Isn't he, like, a racist?" Darrin said.

      "That's the media, dude, do you really believe everything you read?"
Jordan said.

      "But doesn't he want to abolish federal taxes and programs? That
seems pretty stupid."

      "Let me ask you a question: are you on welfare?" Darrin saw me
approaching and he smiled. Jordan saw me a moment later.

      "Hey Jordan," I said. Darrin looked at me, then at Jordan, and made
the connection. "I see you've met Darrin."

      "Not officially," Darrin said. He shook Jordan's hand. Now Jordan
made eye contact with Darrin, and it was like he was assessing a completely
different person.

      "How do you guys know each other?" Jordan asked.

      "We're old friends. We used to hook up in college," Darrin said. I
loved him so much at the moment that I wanted to kiss him, so I did: on the
neck. "Nate never told you about me? Or Randy or his old college buddies?"

      "I don't think so," Jordan said, looking around the bar to see if
anyone had noticed me kissing Darrin.

      "Jordan was never interested in my life," I said. It was a little
bitchy, maybe, but Jordan didn't react to it because it was the truth.

      "You guys used to date, right?" Darrin said. I waited for Jordan to
answer but he seemed to be at a loss for words.

      "Yeah," I said. "We lived together for over five years," I
said. Jordan nodded. "Anybody want to do a shot?" I said.

      ...

      Two shots and two beers later Jordan had visibly relaxed, He still
wasn't talking much but he was clearly intrigued by Darrin.

      "You guys should come see my place. It's just across the street,"
Jordan said. Darrin looked to me.

      "Sure, why not," I said.

      Jordan's apartment was a second-floor one-bedroom in a house on the
hands-down trashiest street in State University, this alley that ran behind
a pizza shop and a beer distributor. The porch was piled with trash bags
and empty kegs. There was a slice of pizza face down on the carpeted steps,
and a broken crack pipe next to it. I wouldn't have lived in a place like
that even when I'd been in college, and it depressed me a bit to see Jordan
here. He was even working at the pizza shop.

      We cracked open some beers and stood around his kitchen. The counter
was littered with empty liquor bottles in sticky, viscous puddles. The
place smelled like smoke, garbage and cum. I'd always resented cleaning up
after Jordan and his apartment was a nice reminder of what I'd extricated
myself from.

      Darrin and Jordan kept up a steady stream of political debate as we
drank our Miller High Lifes, and I had a chance to wonder just what,
exactly, I was doing. On the other hand, I was getting so trashed that I
sort of ceased to care. Even still, I began to grasp the sexual
possibilities of the situation and was surprised to find myself intrigued.

      When Jordan went to the other room Darrin turned and whispered in my
ear.

      "Dude, he wants my dick," Darrin said. I rolled my eyes.

      "He wants something. I doubt he knows what it is. But I'll tell you,
he never once put his lips around my cock the entire time we were
together. He has, like, straight guy cock phobia."

      "Yeah but this is my cock we're talking about."

      "Fuck you," I said, playfully pushing him away. He gave me a kiss on
the lips. "Tongue," I said, "Tongue will make it up to me." Darrin raised
an eyebrow but his face met mine and then we were making out in my
ex-boyfriend's kitchen.

      "Whoa – uh, sorry, don't let me interrupt," Jordan said after he
turned the corner into the kitchen. We paused but didn't stop. When Darrin
finally pulled away we saw that Jordan had left.

      "Jordan?" I said. "Where'd you go?"

      "I'm coming, gimme a sec," he said from the other room.

      "Do you mind if I try?" Darrin whispered to me. I thought for a
second. I knew that there was a chance that if Jordan was horny enough, and
Darrin aggressive enough (because, if I was honest, I've never been the
aggressive type), that it could actually happen. And I wanted to see if it
would.

      "Go for it," I said, just as Jordan came ambling back into the
kitchen.

      "Sorry, about that Jordan," Darrin said. Jordan shrugged and acted
nonchalant.

      "It's cool. Not getting enough from your girlfriend?" Jordan said,
laughing. Darrin and I looked at one another.

      "No, Jordan, that's not it at all," Darrin said. "In fact we're both
getting quite a bit from my girlfriend."

      "What do you mean?" Jordan said.

      "Me and Nate. We're fucking my girlfriend," Darrin said. Jordan
looked at Darrin. He looked at me. You could see the gears turning in his
head as he struggled to process the idea of me fucking a girl.

      "You guys do her together?" Jordan asked. We nodded. "That's pretty
hot."

      "Nate and I fucked a lot of chicks together in college," Darrin said,
adjusting his cock. "I'd pull them in with this," he said, hefting it, "and
we'd take turns."

      "He knows that's not true," I said, and we had a laugh. "It is a big
dick though," I said. "You should show it to Jordan."

      "Wanna see it?" Darrin said, raising an eyebrow at Jordan. Jordan
looked from Darrin to Darrin's crotch and back to Darrin again. Darrin
lowered his zipper and pulled out his half-hard cock. "Ever seen one that
thick?"

      "No," Jordan said. He looked nervously at me. I returned his gaze.

      "Feel it," I said. Jordan let out a sarcastic snarf, acting amused as
he strode to Darrin and took his cock in his hand. He stroked it and it got
erect. His grin faded as it got harder and harder.

      "Kiss it," Darrin said.

      "Nah," Jordan said, but kept stroking it.

      "Dude we're all drunk here. Nobody cares what we're doing. You'll
probably never get this opportunity again. So just lean down and give it a
kiss."

      To my amazement he did, and things progressed quickly from
there. Darrin put his hands on Jordan's head and pushed him to the
floor. Jordan got on his knees and nursed the head of Darrin's dick. "Fuck
yeah,' Darrin said. I watched Jordan as he got more and more into it,
seemingly losing himself as he took more of Darrin's hog down his throat. I
noticed the way Jordan's t-shirt rode up his lower back, revealing his
smooth skin and the band of his underwear. Darrin noticed my gaze. "Go," he
said, motioning to the space behind Jordan.

      Even though I wasn't thinking much, I felt a twinge of uncertainty as
I got behind Jordan. He'd not always been into getting his ass eaten
out. Usually he was drunk when he had gotten into it, which was something,
and when he'd gotten into it he'd really gotten into it. It'd always
occurred to me that Jordan was somebody who could really benefit from
having something up his ass, but the minute I tried to get something more
than my tongue up there, meaning just the tip of my finger, he would
balk. Then I'd put my tongue back in him and he'd cream in a matter of
seconds, even while drunk.

      I got behind Jordan and as soon I put my hands on his jean-clad ass
he moaned around Darrin's cock. Darrin grinned at me and nodded like, Go
ahead. I reached around Jordan's waist and undid his belt, lowering his
pants and boxers over his ass. Jordan lifted his knees, helping me to take
his pants off, which I took as a pretty good sign. There was his perfect
ass, which I'd always loved to eat, spread wide for me. I dove right in,
spearing my tongue into his hole. Jordan moaned around Darrin's dick.

      Darrin looked at me. I could hardly believe this was Jordan right in
front of me. He was really sucking Darrin's dick, trying to deep throat it
and choking a little but going right back to it, almost like he was making
up for all the lost times when he'd never sucked cock before. Darrin for
his part was just hanging back and letting Jordan have his fun. He seemed
more interested in my reactions to what Jordan was doing.

      I felt a little sadistic. We'd gotten Jordan in this position and now
I wanted to take full advantage of it. I pressed a fingertip to Jordan's
hole and to my surprise it sank right inside without so much as a muffled
whimper on Jordan's part, as his mouth was still stuffed with Darrin's
sausage. When I got two fingers, Darrin took notice and came around behind
Jordan with me.

      "You like those fingers in you, buddy?" Darrin said to Jordan.

      "Yes," he said quietly, like he was afraid the queer police would
hear him if he spoke too loudly.

      Darrin and I switched places and he stuck two of his fat fingers in
him. To my amazement Jordan backed up into them. He had his head down in
his arms on the floor like he couldn't bear to look at the world while we
did this unspeakable thing to him. Yet his cock was still hard. I stroked
it and sucked it a little and Darrin slipped out his fingers and lined up
his spit-lubed cock.

      Darrin didn't say anything. Didn't ask for permission or even
announce his attentions. He just pressed the tip of his fat dick to
Jordan's hole. Jordan knew what was happening. I heard his breath catch in
his throat, but he didn't move away and his cock got even harder in my
hand.

      Darrin rocked his hips slowly forward and inch after inch of his
piece slid into Jordan's assuredly virgin ass. I couldn't believe how well
he took it. Darrin fucked him slowly and I kept him right on the verge the
entire time, stroking his cock to keep it diamond hard but backing off
right before he'd start to reach the verge.

      Of course I had to switch places with Darrin. Sliding my cock into my
ex boyfriend for the first time was an interesting experience to say the
least. At the time I was so drunk that I couldn't really process all that
was going on. I just got it in there and fucked.

      I was pounding away, too drunk to cum. Jordan started moaning and
Darrin's eyes went wide. "He's coming," he said, looking under Jordan in
amazement as he shot his load without either of us touching him, like my
cock in his ass was all he needed at that moment, like he'd been saving up
this load for the entire five years we'd been together.

      Darrin and I cleaned up together in the bathroom and when we came out
Jordan was passed out in his bed so we left him like that. Darrin and I
wound up walking around campus. I felt drunk but clear and alert. We found
ourselves on College Street, in front of where our old place had been. We
walked through it, a beige brick complex about three stories high. Some of
the ground level apartments had open, uncurtained windows, so you could at
least see that college kids lived there based on their posters and
windowsills full of red Solo cups. There was a courtyard in the middle but
there weren't any chairs or benches in it; you couldn't imagine people
wanting to spend any time there.

      "I guess this is about where our place used to be," Darrin said when
we got to the College Street side of the complex. "I'm feeling nostalgic."

      "I get nostalgic all the time," I said.

      "I have to piss," he said.

      "Me too." It was cold out and nobody was around. So we pissed, right
there in what had once been our front yard, marking what had once been our
territory.

      We walked up to my place. I fed the cat and when I turned around
Darrin was there. He wrapped his hands around my ass and made out with me,
and I gave it right back to him. Neither of us had cum with Jordan, and
besides, it had almost been like a social experiment, to see how far we
could take it with him.

      This was just for us. My bed was big enough for two. I rode his dick
for half the night, and for the other half we dozed off in each other's
arms. I make it sound more romantic than it was, maybe. Or maybe the fact
is that it felt romantic to me – or not romantic, just comfortable, and
good.

      With Darrin's cock in my ass I didn't have to think about the weird
fact of having just fucked my ex-boyfriend. Much less think about being
bisexual, or whatever I was now. Cock was what felt right to me, felt best,
and Darrin knew this, maybe even wanted to throw it in my face a
little. I'd fall asleep spooning him and wake up with him pumping my ass
again. I'd never done anything like it before. I lost count of how many
times I came, or how many times he came in me, on me.

      I called off work the next day. Darrin and I got breakfast at a diner
a few blocks away. While I finished up eating he slipped out. I could see
him pacing on the sidewalk, talking on his cellphone.

      "Was that Fallon?" I asked when he came back.

      "Yeah," he said.

      "What did you tell her?"

      "I told her I came to see you. She asked if we'd fucked around. I
told her yeah."

      "How'd she react?" Darrin shrugged.

      "She basically knew what I was going to do, I think."

      "Was she upset?"

      "A little," Darrin said. "She said she wants to see me fuck you next
time you come over, though."

      Truth was, I didn't know how I felt about all of this. Part of me
felt like a pawn in some game between them. Darrin left after breakfast,
and I felt his absence more acutely than I would've liked. But then I was
tired. I took a long nap, one of those ones where you wake up and it's dark
and you feel pathetic, like you've wasted the day. I wanted to call Fallon
but I was afraid, and I hated feeling so disconnected from these people
who'd recently been my closest friends.

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