691 Suburban Dr By Natty Soltesz
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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