Date: Mon, 11 Nov 2013 18:51:16 -0500
From: Natty <bacteriaburger@gmail.com>
Subject: 691 Suburban Dr, Chapter 8

691 Suburban Dr
By Natty Soltesz

8.

      I thought about Fallon on my way back home. Something about our last
couple conversations was haunting me, some neediness she'd shown, a crack
in the strong, liberated surface I'd known until then.

      I remembered what she'd said as far being attracted to Darrin for his
bi-ness. I felt like I could relate, as I'd idealized straight guys for
most of my life and I apparently wasn't over the allure of it yet. There
was something exciting about being with somebody who wouldn't normally be
with you, that veneer of unattainability.

      For the next couple of weeks I didn't hear from them, and I let it
sit. I wasn't getting *any* phone calls, quite frankly, and I was kind of
enjoying just doing my own thing. Then one night, Kate called.

      It had been over two months since we'd talked, and work had been
exceedingly awkward as a result. We were never hostile to one another, but
we would greet one another in the halls and that was about that. I'd been
wracking my brain trying to find out how to approach her, how to make
everything alright, but part of me felt like it was her duty to call me –
after all, I hadn't reacted judgmentally to anything *she* had done. I
figured if she had problems with me, they were problems she needed to work
out on her own. And that was just how it went down after we got past small
talk.

      "I just wanted to apologize, Nate, for how I reacted the last time we
talked. And for kind of avoiding you these past few months," she said.

      "It's okay," I said. I was practically already crying.

      "I guess it's just...sexuality is a confusing thing. I think about
Jackie – remember Jackie?" Jackie was a mutual friend from our college
days, we'd both known her in college though Kate and I hadn't known each
other. Jackie was also loudly and proudly bisexual. "I never questioned the
fact that Jackie liked girls and guys. I don't know why it's different when
you mentioned it but I guess it just...was, for me."

      "I understand. People don't believe that guys can be bisexual. To
tell you the truth, I don't even know if I believe it. But I hope you
understand that I wasn't having sex with Fallon just to like, get with
Darrin."

      "I know, I know. I mean, I guess that is where my head went, a
little. But I know you would never do that."

      "Thanks," I said.

      "It wasn't just that either. I mean, it shook my idea of who you
are. It still does. It's confusing." She looked at me and in that moment
all these thoughts surfaced that I'd never considered before. Like did I
find Kate attractive? I guess I sort of did. Did she find me attractive? I
had to imagine that she probably did, somewhat.

      "I can understand that," I said, and Kate smiled. I didn't think
there was any way to address the idea of an attraction between us without
making things incredibly awkward, so I let it go.

      "So how are things?" she said.

      "Weird," I admitted. "I'm not sure what's happening. Things are
feeling like they're getting a little complicated." I told her how I'd
slept with both of them separately and the subsequent odd conversations I'd
had with Fallon. Kate didn't have a lot to say about it, and I didn't
expect her to. It was just nice to have a friend listen.

      "I have something to tell you," she said once I'd finished spilling
my guts. "I'm pregnant."

      I squealed.

      "Are you excited?"

      "Yes," she said, laughing. "I am...but I'm also kind of freaking out,
Nate. I mean this is what I wanted, for sure, but me and Charlie, our whole
lives are going to change. Like say I want to go out to happy hour after
work. I can't. That part of my life is over. Everybody changes eventually
but usually it's a slow, gradual thing. This is literally overnight. My
life is going to be devoted to this baby, it won't be my life anymore."

      "You're gonna be a great mom."

      "I know," Kate said, letting out her breath. "It doesn't help that I
can tell Charlie's scared too. I just wish one of us could feel like this
was definitely going to be good."

      "I'll tell you then. It's definitely going to be good."

      "Thanks, Nate. I'm going to try hard to believe you. And I'm sure
everything's going to work out with you and your...entanglements?"

      "I hope so, too. Oh god..."

      "What?" Kate said. There was no backing out of it now.

      "I slept with Jordan. I slept with my ex-boyfriend," I said. Her
reaction was somewhere between a scream and a whoop. She then alternated
between sternly admonishing me and desperately plying me for details. It
didn't make me feel anything but loved.



      Fallon called me a few days after that. From the minute I picked up I
could tell that something was strange.

      "Nate," she said.

      "Hey Fallon, how you been?"

      "Um, good. Have you talked to Darrin?"

      "No, not since I last talked to you."

      "Okay. Why not? You should talk to him if you want to talk to him."

      "Okay," I said, getting more uncomfortable by the second.

      "Can I tell you something?" she said.

      "Well..."

      "Just between us."

      "If it's about Darrin, I'd rather you kept it between you guys."

      "I would but I can't, I don't have anyone else to talk about this
stuff. I think he's going to break up with me."

      "Why would you think that?"

      "I don't know I can just tell. I mean, you haven't been around, and
that's been weird, and I'm afraid he thinks I scared you away."

      "Which isn't true."

      "Isn't it?" I paused, because it was a little true. "I think you
should come this weekend, Nate. We can all get together. I mean I don't
even have to be here, I can go away and you two can just fuck away."

      "Fallon, I just...that's not what I want. And frankly, I don't feel
comfortable talking about this stuff with you, it sounds like it should be
between you and Darrin."

      "No you're right," she said, getting very cold.

      "Okay?" I said.

      "Okay. Bye," she said, and hung up.



      And that was, largely, that. I didn't hear from either of them for
over two months, and when Darrin finally called it was to tell me that they
had broken up. Even still, I was shocked.

      "I broke up with her, technically. She has some issues to work out. I
mean, we all do, but things were just getting to weird between us," Darrin
said.

      "I had a very weird phone call with her back in April. She seemed
more concerned about our friendship than her relationship with you," I
said.

      "Exactly," Darrin said. "I sort of don't know how to talk about it
without sounding like I'm blaming you. I'm not, at all, it's just that I
don't think either of us anticipated what would happen when we brought you
into things."

      "It's okay, I don't feel responsible if that's any consolation."

      "It is, and thanks. She moved out over a month ago, she's living in
Philly now."

      "Maybe I'll drop her a line?"

      "If you want to. It couldn't hurt. But anyway, the reason I'm calling
is because Randy's coming to visit this weekend. I thought we could all
hang out."

      So this is it, I thought as I drove into Hidden Grove, past kids
riding their Big Wheels down the sidewalk, moms tending their gardens and
men mowing their lawns. The three of us together again for the first time
since college. It was surreal. I'd had a boner, on and off, for almost the
entire drive there.

      I knew that Darrin was probably in a post-breakup slutfest sort of
state: he'd be horny, and Randy was always horny. It was going to be a gay
sex orgy with my old college buddies, and I was excited as all hell.

      There was Randy's car in the driveway next to Darrin's. Randy opened
the door just as I was pulling in behind him, his hair sticking up in a
messy nest, wearing pajama pants and a t-shirt. "Dude!" he said. I gave him
a big hug.

      "Morning! Even though it's five in the evening."

      "Who's keeping track? Not us," Randy said. "Vacation, baby. We're in
the living room," Randy said. I followed his bouncy butt down the hall,
observing Darrin's house as I went. Some pictures were missing from the
fridge and Fallon had apparently gotten all the houseplants, otherwise it
looked the same. When I got to the living room, however, I had to stifle a
laugh. Darrin had tricked out his living room into a bachelor tech-nerd's
paradise. One wall was bare but for a seven-foot projection of his
television screen. A black leather sectional wound around the
room. Surround-sound speakers peppered the walls. There were towers of
equipment – Wii, Playstation, Dreamcast, Atari, and more shit I didn't
recognize.

      Darrin was sprawled on the sofa, controller in hand, playing
Halo. "Like it?" he said.

      "It's ridiculous. And amazing," I said.

      "It's the man cave," Darrin said. I sat down.

      "What have you guys been up to today?"

      "Fucking," Randy said. He was packing up a bong. "Smoking. That's
about it."

      "Did I die and go back to college?" I said.

      "Oh yes," Darrin said, taking the bong from Randy and passing it to
me. "Oh yes you did."

      Randy had business in Philadelphia later that week. "But if my wife
asks, the conference started yesterday."

      "Gotcha," I said. The bong went around. We talked our current lives
and reminisced about old times. It was heartening, the ease at which we
fell into a rapport – I'd been afraid that the years we'd gone without
communication would have broken it, but it came effortlessly.

      "So Randy," I said, holding in a hit, releasing it. "How long was it
before you had Darrin's dick up your ass?"

      "Ten minutes?" Randy asked.

      "He had to take a shower first," Darrin said. "Otherwise he probably
would've bent over right there in the foyer."

      "His ass is still great though, isn't it?" I said to Darrin, who
nodded and smiled.

      "Now I'm horny," Randy said. "I want to do it in the kitchen." He
rose and we followed. We got him on the kitchen table, on all fours, ass
spread for both of us as we took turns eating him out. I sucked Darrin's
big dick while he ate Randy's ass. When Darrin asked me to grab the lube
from upstairs, I came back with it and with condoms.

      "Don't worry about those," Darrin said.

      "He already convinced you," I said.

      "It's too late now. We've all done it bare with each other at this
point, right?" The logic was there, not that we were thinking with our
brains. Darrin slid his raw cock into Randy's big ass and fucked away while
I got in front of Randy and let him suck me. Then I switched with Darrin.

      It was interesting to notice how our sexual preferences had
solidified over the years. Whereas in college we'd been experimenting, with
everybody doing everything to everybody, now the roles were more
defined. Darrin liked to fuck. Randy liked to take it. I was solidly
versatile.

      Darrin had a talent for dirty talk, which he'd interestingly not used
much when Fallon was around. "You like my cock in your cunt?" he was saying
the next night, when he had me and Randy side by side on our backs, holding
our legs up, and taking turns fucking us. "Take daddy's dick in your sweet
pussy." And all this stuff about jizzing inside us because he couldn't get
us pregnant, which sounds stupid on paper but in real life it was turning
me on like crazy.

      We shaved Randy's ass at one point, until it was smooth like marble,
then Darrin played daddy and I played boy and he "taught" me how to fuck
it.

      Randy had a thing for cum, hence the barebacking fetish. He wanted
every load that came out of us. When we weren't cumming inside him we were
cumming in his mouth or on his face, and Randy never wasted his own. He'd
either throw his legs over his head and cum right in his own mouth or have
us scoop it up and feed to him off our cocks.

      We fucked the entire weekend away, never leaving the house, ordering
in food and sitting and eating while watching a movie or playing video
games and always smoking more weed. Then we'd fuck some more, sometimes in
two's, most often in three's, whatever ended up happening. We'd crash, all
of us together, in the living room, and usually would wake up to one of us
playing with another until we were all getting our morning wood taken care
of together.

      It was a fantastic time but I have to say, I felt a little weird
about the total abandon with which we were throwing ourselves into it. Here
was Randy, married with a baby on the way. Here was Darrin, who'd never
displayed this sort of raunchiness with his ex-girlfriend, at least not
that I'd seen. I felt the absent women in the room like an almost physical
presence, like we needed the images of them there to make it hot. Like if
it had just been us, the stakes wouldn't have been as high, the sex not as
dangerous.

      I thought about Fallon in particular. She was the one who'd brought
me back into contact with Darrin, after all. I knew I didn't have any
responsibility toward her – she hadn't been my girlfriend, and these
were my old friends – we'd been fucking around with one another for
years before I even met her. But Darrin and I had barely taken a moment to
mourn the fact that she wasn't around anymore. We'd just thrown ourselves
into a full-on suck and fuck fest, which had felt a little bit like
whistling past the graveyard.


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