Date: Sun, 13 Oct 2013 17:53:16 -0400 From: Natty 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. *** Email me! bacteriaburger@gmail.com More stories on my website: http://nattysoltesz.com/stories The entirety of this story is already available here: www.queeryoungcowboys.com/shop/691-suburban-dr/ Support the Nifty Archive: http://donate.nifty.org/donate.html