Accident

Note: this piece of flash-fiction was narrated to the google recorder app earlier today.
 
There were three things Ravi knew about fatherhood. First, that he would become a father once he was married. Second: that he would father a child with somebody he loved and cared for: his partner. And third, that he would be the exclusive and the only father of his child. In his third year of college all of those assumptions proved to be false as he discovered himself to have become a young father, of a child he didn't know he had sired the year before.
 
It worked out the following way. Like young men his age he was horny as hell. And wanted sex all the time, much more often than was easily available. As he understood it should have been, in America. In desperate search for free, easy, no-strings-attached sex, he had signed up for all the apps that offered even a smidge of possibility for the young man to get laid. As a result he ended up becoming what he called,  A third. A young strapping man, who middle-aged couples would invite in to have sex with, To rejuvenate their sex lives. The first few times he had found it exquisite. Exciting. And unbelievably unreal, like it was out of a porno movie.

Soon though, he started feeling weird about it. Particularly after it turned out that one of the couples he had slept with were a classmate's parents. He had Just been about done with the lifestyle When a young hispanic couple In their late 20s met up with him. They were both attractive and hard-working. Rabi had never slept with a couple so young, And in such perfect shape. Really, he couldn't resist. Just one last time. He told himself. And four sessions later, he was done, done for real for real. He lost contact with the couple. Until a year later. His third year in college. When he discovered he had fathered a son during his encounters with them.

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