Date: Wed, 30 Oct 2013 15:43:02 -0400
From: Natty <bacteriaburger@gmail.com>
Subject: 691 Suburban Dr, Chapter 7

691 Suburban Dr
By Natty Soltesz

7.

I didn't drive to suburbia that weekend. I laid low. I found a hookup
online and drove to his house. I fucked him and it was all in good fun,
sort of a diversion but also nice.

      On my way back to my place I ended up driving past the old place,
where Darrin and I had pissed the other night, and I guess I was feeling a
little lonely, so I got an idea. I called Randy.

      "Holy shit, Nate, how's it going? I haven't heard your voice in
forever."

      "Same here, man. How you been?"

      "Busy. Crazy busy," he said. He was working for his wife's father's
construction company, but not as a construction worker – in the
corporate office. It involved a lot of traveling to potential sites,
meeting with clients.

      "I travel for ninety percent of my job. I'm almost never home."

      "Seems like that would suit you, though, Randy; you've never been one
to lie around."

      "No shit. My wife hates it, and things are probably going to change
once she has the baby."

      "She's pregnant?" I said. I had no idea that Randy was going to be a
dad, and neither did Darrin as far as I knew, but Randy confirmed that his
wife was indeed about seven months along.

      "Her dad might change up my position, keep me in the office – you
know, so I can spend more time at home."

      "Oh," I said.

      "It'll be good," he said.

      "Awesome," I said. I gave him the rundown on my life – University
job, failed relationship with a pseudo straight guy.

      "That sounds familiar," Randy said.

      "Tell me about it. Things have been good lately though. I have my own
place. I've been hanging out with Darrin a lot actually, Darrin and his
girlfriend."

      "What's her name again?"

      "Fallon," I said. "I...actually, Randy, I have a lot to tell you if
we ever run into each other."

      "You ever make it out to DC?" he asked.

      "Not really, but it isn't far. Why?"

      "I'm out there all the time. Well, not in DC proper but in
Fredericksburg, which is just outside of DC. One of the company's offices
is out there. You should come out."

      "When?"

      "Friday?"

      It was short notice but how could I resist? They were putting Randy
up in a hotel over the weekend so he could attend meetings on Saturday and
Monday.

      I headed out after work on Friday. It was the first weekend in March,
one of those wonderful warm days after several weeks of snow piling on top
of snow, when things are starting to melt and you can hear water trickling
everywhere, and you know the whole spring and summer is ahead of you.

      Around 8:30 I pulled off the highway and into Eastwood Central
Business Park. What is a business park, anyway? I wondered. I cruised
around large faceless building complexes, past signs denoting the obscure
businesses within, places that didn't produce anything, cubicle farms. I
found the Courtyard Marriot where Randy said he'd be staying. When I looked
at the room number he'd texted to me I did a double take: Room 428. It
hadn't occurred to me before that his room number was the same as our old
college address.

      "Dude," Randy said when he opened the door. He looked me over. "It's
been too long." He brought me into a big hug and I hugged right
back. "Don't mind me I'm just ironing my shit for tomorrow," Randy said. He
had on a white button down shirt, black dress socks, and boxer shorts.

      "On Saturday?" I said, sitting on the edge of the bed that was still
made. Randy shook his head.

      "Don't remind me. We work fucking crazy hours. We build goddamn real
estate, after all – not the best business to be in these days. Rust
never sleeps." I undid my coat and watched Randy iron a pair of black
pinstripe pants. Randy had always been a husky sort of guy, but he looked
thinner than he had back in the day, his face a little rangier, more
serious. He still had those pale blue eyes that bespoke more going on under
the surface. "But you were right on the phone when you said it suits me. It
does. Though I didn't want this job. Melinda made me get it."

      "That's your wife, Melinda?" Randy nodded. "How's married life?"
Randy met my gaze for a good five seconds. "Not all it's cracked up to be?"
I suggested.

      "I'm..." Randy set the iron upright while he searched for the
words. "I'm glad to have the stability of a marriage," he said, and looked
at me evenly.

      "I can see that," I said.

      "Yeah," Randy said. "And you could also say that it's completely
antithetical to the kind of person I am, and, you know, that would be true,
also." I laughed.

      "Dude what are we going to do out in this wasteland tonight?" I said.

      "We could hit up some bars in Fredericksburg – I've been out there
before, it's not bad. Or this place has a minibar." I thought of revealing
my contribution to the trip, but decided I'd wait until later. We decided
to head out and get some food. "Is it cool if I take a shower?" Randy said.

      "Yeah," I said. I sat back on my elbows and picked up the remote.

      "Cool, I'll just be a second," Randy said. He turned off the iron and
put it away, then undid his shirt and took of his socks. Before he walked
into the bathroom he casually slid off his boxers, then walked right past
the TV so that I got a good view of his still-gorgeously plump ass. The
wink that he gave me when he caught my gaze was hardly necessary, I'd had
no doubt he'd done it on purpose.

      When Randy came out of the shower he had his cell phone in his
hand. "Jesus Christ, this fucking shit sucker of a manager here is driving
me goddamn crazy," he said, furiously punching out a text. I watched his
cock bounce. His pubes were sparse, maybe trimmed. "These fucking morons
here are gonna send me to an early grave. I have two meetings tomorrow,
now."

      "I'm sorry man," I said. Randy threw his phone on the bed. He looked
at me.

      "You gonna help me relax or what?"

      "What do you mean?" I said.

      "C'mon Nate," Randy said. He turned around. "Tell me my ass isn't
looking as good as it was in college." He flexed it for me. It really did
look as good as it had back then – still round, plump and
juicy. "Melinda won't go near it, of course. Well, I got her to peg me once
– just once. The rest of the time I have to be the one who fingers it
while she sits on my face, or whatever." Randy looked at my lap. "Gettin
you hard, isn't it, Nate?" He winked. "I know it is. It always did. Check
this out."

      Randy got up on all fours on the bed and spread his ass, winking his
pink hairless hole for me. "C'mon Nate, you knew we were gonna do this,
didn't you? C'mon and give it a lick."

      I did, of course. Then I rolled on a condom and gave Randy the ride
of his life – or at least, the ride of this life, a life on the other
side of our thirties. I was pretty sure I'd given him more than a few
memorable rides back in the day, but somehow this one seemed better than
all of them.

      We fucked until we both blew – me in the condom and he all over
the bedspread. Then we got dressed and headed out to TGI Fridays.

      "I have bad cholesterol," Randy said, looking over the menu.

      "We could somewhere else," I said. "There's an Olive Garden next
door."

      "No, no – I'm just saying that as a precurser to the fact that I'm
going to order a gigantic pasta with alfredo sauce and cheese. And a
dessert."

      "Not too worried about that cholesterol, are you?"

      "Not so much," Randy said. "Melinda makes me eat well. It's good,
cause I need to, but when I'm away..."

      "Is she, like, a taskmaster?"

      "She's strict," Randy said. "But like I said, that's what I need. She
keeps me in line. Jesus she's such a fucking bitch, though, especially with
this pregnancy. She's driving me nuts." I found out Randy literally lived
next door to his in-laws. I got the sense that he was Melinda's pet
project, and that maybe Melinda's rich family weren't exactly thrilled
about him.

      "They're not bad people," Randy said. "They back off, too, but only
when I push hard enough."

      "At least they do that."

      `Yeah, I mean, she lets me keep this position where I'm barely home,
so that's something. I think it works for all of us."

      "Do you fuck around on your trips a lot?" Randy shook his head.

      "I've never cheated on Melinda." He was dead serious.

      "What about with me?" I asked. Randy shook his head.

      "Dude, you're different. We've been close forever."

      "So you could have sex with an ex girlfriend if you wanted, just
because you used to be close to her?"

      "I've never had the opportunity. But yeah, I wouldn't feel bad about
it. It's my life, you know? I wouldn't seek out somebody different, or even
a prostitute or anything like that. But somebody like you? Why would I deny
myself that?" I shrugged my shoulders and bit into my Jack Daniels pulled
pork sandwich.

      We had a couple drinks and were feeling pretty loose, so in the car I
pulled out the joint I'd brought along for the trip. "Dude, I haven't
smoked in forever," Randy said. He was giddy.

      We walked around the business park and smoked it. It was a warm and
clear night. There was nobody and nothing around.

      "What have I made of my life, Nate?" Randy said. It scared me, the
way he said it.

      "What do you mean?"

      "Look at this place, these fucking buildings. I spend most of my life
in places like this, or in between them. I don't even know what I'm
doing. Making money, but for what? I bought a BMW this year. So what?"

      "You've got Melinda. Dude, you're gonna be a dad."

      "I'd throw it all away if I could have the sort of life I want,"
Randy said.

      "Which is what?" Randy thought for a minute.

      "I want to be a bartender in Costa Rica," he said. He looked at
me. We cracked up laughing.

      "I want to be outside," he continued.

      "You're outside right now," I said. "And look at how weird this place
is. Look, the woods are right here." They were, just across the road,
beyond a field. "It's like as far away from nature as we've gotten, it's
still here." Randy started walking across the road.

      "Let's take off our clothes and run around back there." I couldn't
think of any reason not too. When we go to the edge of the woods we
stripped down but for our shoes. My heart was racing with the thrill of
it. We ran through the dark trees, cocks flapping, eyes wide. We stopped in
a clearing. Randy was hunched over, catching his breath. He looked up at me
and I looked back at him, and after a moment we laughed. We followed the
glow of the business park's sodium lights to get back.

      "I'm glad you called me," Randy said. "I wondered if it would be bad,
like a nostalgia trip. I was afraid it was going to remind me of somebody
I'm not anymore. But I feel good."

      "We're still those people. Just older."

      "At least we can run through the woods naked," he said.

      We got dressed at the edge of the woods and decided we needed more
food before we went back to the room, so we drove to a convenience store
and bought an impressive assortment of junk food. Then we ate it, watched
TV and crashed.

      Randy woke up with a hard on so I sucked it for him before he had to
go off to his meetings. I spent the day exploring local thrift stores. That
night we ordered a pizza and smoked the rest of the joint.

      "How'd you meet your wife?" I asked.

      "At my cousin's wedding. She's from Boston so we did a long distance
thing for, like, a while. I'd go out to visit her, she'd come out to visit
me. I had my own place for a while, then she asked me to move in with her
and get a job out there."

      "So you guys fuck pretty regularly?"

      "Pretty much," Randy said. "She likes it, she just doesn't always
realize she wants it. So I have to beg a lot."

      "You don't have to beg me, Randy," I said.

      "Good," Randy said. "I want you to fuck me again, then." He rolled on
his stomach and I went to work. I ate him out for a solid hour. Eventually
I worked my finger inside. I had him on all fours and was fingering him and
jerking him off, bringing him right to the edge and feeling his prostate
swell up, before backing off.

      "I want your dick in me," Randy said.

      "I don't think I have any more condoms," I said.

      "Fuck me without one," he said. "You're clean, right?"

      "Last time I checked."

      "Me too. Fuck it. We're already being bad, might as well be worse."
That got me more turned on than I thought I could. I'd barebacked almost
the entire time I'd been in college. However in between then and all the
bareback sex I was having now, I'd been entirely safe – I'd even made
Jordan wear rubbers when he fucked me.

      Now I'd fucked Fallon without a condom, Darrin had shot several loads
in me less than a week ago, and I'd even fucked Jordan bare. The fact was
that it got me harder than I cared to admit. I think it was the decision to
cross that line, to break that taboo that had been instilled in me. It was
that age-old thrill of doing something that you weren't supposed to do.

      "Don't you want to cum in me?" Randy said. "C'mon, man, you're
basically almost there. Your cock is hard, you've been jacking off so it's
lubed up. My ass is ready, all you gotta do it just line it up and slide it
in. Most natural thing in the world. Just do it man, don't think about it."

      I did it. I mounted him and just slid my bare cock in his ass, and
damn if it didn't feel wonderful. In fact it felt a little too good – I
was having trouble holding off from cumming. Randy sensed it. "Just blow in
me, dude. We can do it again later. I want to feel you spurt inside me."

      "Goddamn Randy, shut up, you're gonna make me cum." A few seconds
later I did just that.

      We laid together and watched TV and an hour or so later he was
pushing his ass against me and I was sliding it right back in. My load from
earlier made his ass even more accessible. I fucked him for a while this
time, the two of us lying on our sides. I jacked him off and timed it so
that I would cum when he did.

      But when I started to fall asleep I headed to my own bed.

      On Sunday we drove into DC and walked around. I told Randy all about
what I'd been up to with Darrin and Fallon. How things had gotten a little
messy, how I was afraid that it was a situation I wasn't going to be able
to extricate myself from very easily.

      "Why are you thinking about leaving already?" Randy said. That made
me pause.

      "Geez, I guess you're right," I said.

      "Yeah I am. You need to slow down, man. You're getting all worked up
over things that haven't happened yet." Randy said.

      Right before I left Randy gave me a great big hug and a nice kiss
right on the street. "So it's back to the wife and fetus for you, eh?"

      "Sure is," Randy said. I was surprised when he leaned in and gave me
another kiss. He pointed to the corner where a red-faced businessman was
standing on the curb, watching us. "I just wanted to make him
uncomfortable," he said.



      Fallon called me about a week after I got back from DC. We did the
small talk thing for a bit, then I had to lay it out. "So Darrin said he
told you about his visit? What we did?"

      "Yeah, he told me everything," Fallon said with a half laugh. "Every
last detail, in fact."

      "So you're not upset?"

      "Well, sure I was upset, but it wasn't like I could hold onto that
for very long, considering the fact that you and I broke that rule first."

      "Right. I feel like...a bad influence, or something."

      "You're an influence, for sure. It's a process, I guess. I guess I
even wonder whether I did it with you just to test that out and see what
happened."

      "What do you mean?"

      "I mean I can't say I was entirely unsurprised that you and Darrin
ended up fucking each other without me, that's all I'm saying."

      "Huh. Okay," I said. I wasn't sure how to respond to that.

      The result of the call was that we made plans for that weekend, and
once again I found myself driving out to Suburban Nowheresville, USA. I
thought about what Darrin had said about Fallon wanting to watch us fuck,
and it made me a little anxious and a lot horny.

      We had dinner when I got there and it was good, normal. Neither of
them brought up what had happened so I didn't either. When I was cleaning
up Darrin came up behind me and started grinding his crotch against my ass.

      "Fallon wants you to fuck her in the ass while I fuck you, if that's
cool," Darrin said in my ear.

      "That's cool," I said. It wasn't as easy as it sounded, of course. We
got Fallon ready first. She'd been fucked in the ass a few times before so
it wasn't an entirely new thing for her, but she was concerned. So we took
our time, Darrin and I, switching off on eating her asshole, which was
fun. Fallon was moaning and pushing her ass back in our faces and her pussy
was juicing up. In between eating her out Darrin and I would make out and
jack each other's cocks, which really got me going. When I finally did inch
my cock into Fallon's hole and start fucking her, Darrin got behind me so I
could feel his fat dick hitting against my ass every time I pulled back.

      It took a couple tries before Darrin got his cock into me because I
kept going soft. Finally I got comfortable with it and Darrin's big dong
was hitting that sweet spot inside of me, so I grabbed Fallon's soft hips
and lined my dick up with her asshole and slid it in again. It was almost
too much sensation, getting it from both ends, but Darrin went slow and
easy so I did to. It was symphonic, the way we were all aware of one
another's positions and pleasure and working toward a common goal. Fallon
kept reaching back to feel Darrin's cock going into me, like she couldn't
believe we were all connected. Pretty soon I was cumming in the condom, in
Fallon's ass, before either of them had got off, and then I had to drop
out.

      "Sorry, guys. That was all for me, apparently," I said.

      "Nah, it was good," Darrin said. "Fallon came."

      "You did?" I said.

      "Yep," she said. I felt a little stupid for not realizing it, but
hey, I was learning. I laid back and watched as Darrin got his, fucking his
girlfriend's pussy this time. He looked so sexy fucking her. If I had to be
honest with myself, my attraction toward Darrin was greater than my
attraction toward Fallon. I thought of how Kate had reacted to the news
that I was having sex with a girl. Even now, writing this down, I feel like
I have to dispel the myth that having sex with Fallon had been some sort of
mercenary act. That I'd done it out of some form of repressed misogynist
guilt, or insert your own pathology here.

      None of that was true. I'd had sex with Fallon because I wanted to,
because it turned me on. But also true was that if Darrin hadn't been
present, it probably never would have happened. I prefer to stick to the
facts: I fucked a girl, mostly while a guy was present. Since then I have
yet to fuck another girl, though I've fucked many guys. You figure it out.

      The next morning Fallon came into my room while I was getting
dressed. "Do you mind if we talk?" she said.

      "No," I said, bracing myself for what was coming next.

      "I just wanted to apologize for the morning we had sex without
Darrin. I mean, it was good sex, but I feel like it put you in a weird
position, given your friendship with Darrin, I mean."

      "Well, thanks I guess, but really, it takes two...you know?"

      "I know," Fallon said, sitting on the edge of the bed. "But you were,
like, half asleep."

      "You didn't rape me," I said, laughing. But Fallon lowered her head
like she was really upset. "Hey," I said, putting my hand on her
shoulder. "What's wrong?"

      "It's just...do you think you and Darrin will always be close? Even
if he and I were to break up, or something?"

      "What do you mean?"

      "I don't know. Everything's fine with Darrin and me, but I just
worry...I would never want to ruin anything you had with Darrin, it would
make me feel like shit." Fallon wasn't crying but she was close to it. This
obviously was coming from some deep part of her.

      "Do you love Darrin?" she asked.

      "I..." I didn't have a chance to answer because Darrin entered the
room at that point. Fallon wiped her eyes and stood up. Darrin looked from
Fallon to me and back to Fallon.

      "What's going on?" he asked.

      "Nothing," Fallon, putting on a smile. "I was just bullshitting with
Nate." Darrin looked at me. I nodded and forced a smile.

      I had plans to do some shopping that day so that's what I did. But
the longer I thought about it the more uncomfortable I got the idea of
spending the night with them. I decided to leave when I got back. I told
them I wasn't feeling well, which was basically the truth.

      "Well don't drive if you're not feeling well, stay here and we'll
take care of you," Fallon said. She had a look in her eyes that made me
anxious.

      "Nah, it's cool, I just feel something coming on and I want to be
home before it gets really bad," I said. Darrin seemed a little confused
but was cool. I sensed Fallon trying to get me alone as I packed up but I
managed to avoid it, I just didn't want to talk about it anymore. I wanted
to be alone.

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