Page 29 of Social Sinners

I couldn’t imagine any sunset being the same here. From each angle, you got a different view, with various colors wicking through it. Whether it be blue reflecting from the sky overhead and the water beneath, or the morphing of plum, brown and green provided by the mountainside, making the perfect frame for the shot. The citrus hues extracted from the sun’s rays as it disappeared in the distance only added more to admire. Every color, every shade imaginable was represented. Man, this place was nature at its finest.

The solar-powered exterior lighting clicked on as the sun made its final descent, setting the perfect ambiance to enjoy our meal by. I was no Casanova, but it seemed mother nature had my back tonight. I really wanted, no scratch that, I needed this trip to go smoothly. And in the end, for Easton to be well rested before we jumped back into our crazy ass lives.

“Who packed my bag for rehab?” Easton asked me, breaking the silence.

“I dunno, probably your dad,” I mumbled, around a large bite of pasta.

“Highly unlikely,” he laughed.

“Why is that?”

“They included a huge bottle of lube.”

I damn near shot pasta out of my nose. “What the fuck did they think you were gonna do with that in rehab?” I wasn’t sure if this was funny or…I had no idea what I thought, then it dawned on me. “It had to be one of the twins.”

“Then it was probably Benny, Boo,” he winked, trying to be funny using Benny’s nickname for me.

“Well, waste not want not I always say,” I teased, hoping he got the innuendo.

“You never say that unless it’s related to food. But…” he trailed off, seductively sliding the fork from between his lips.

“You fucking tease,” I told him, reaching down to adjust myself. Even the briefest thought of being buried in East woke the beast in me.

“Who me? Never,” he winked, picking up our plates, and took them inside.

The pool lights kicked on, capturing my attention as they scrolled through the pre-loaded color pallet. I didn’t hear Easton come back out, but I sure as hell saw him when he stood poolside, releasing his towel to reveal nothing but skin. I dropped my drawers and sprinted across the yard, landing the perfect ten-point cannonball dead center.

“Ethan!” Easton barked as I surfaced. Using my real name usually meant I was in trouble.

Wiping the water from my eyes, I looked toward his voice, blinking a few times to clear my vision. He was wet, but wasn’t that the whole point when you’re in the pool? “What?”

“You know what,” he stood on the steps with his hands on his hips, striking his pissed off pose. Unfortunately, it didn’t hold the same weight while he was naked as it did when he was fully clothed.

I put my hands together in a makeshift fin above my head, wading over toward him. “Badump…badump…badump,” my feeble attempt at mimicking the infamous score from the Jaws movie was funny to me, but not so much to him it seemed. He squealed, trying to get out of the pool before I could reach him but failed miserably. I captured him by the ankles and pulled him under. I liked that I was the one who got to see the non-business side of Easton, the real Easton. What I loved even more, was that I was the one he’d chosen to share his life with.

“You’re naked,” he said, pointing out the obvious. Of course, a particular body part of mine was poking his backside, “and you’re hard.”

“Perceptive of you. Question, when am I not hard?” It was like he forgot who I was for a minute.

“Good point.”

“So, I spotted a grotto underneath the waterfall. Shall we?” East rolled his eyes. “Did you just roll your eyes at me?” He giggled, and foolishly tried to swim away. “I don’t think so,” I hooked my arm around his waist, tickling him with one hand as we swam backward toward the falls.

“Whoa, this is cool,” he said, scanning the area. The colorful lighting ricocheted off the rock walls. The sound the flowing water made shut off the world around us.

“Come ‘ere,” I slid back on the built-in stone bench and pointed to my lap, “straddle me.” He took his time paddling over, purposely. Slowly he climbed up, stalkily laying claim to the exposed skin of my erection peeking out above the chlorinated surface with his lips. When he teased my nipples, nipping each in turn, my cock bobbed in response. The seductive stare down he gave me had me rock hard. “Pop that meat in my mouth,” I blurted out, my filter having long since waved goodbye to me. Who am I kidding, I’ve never had a filter in my life.

“Oh my,” he played coy, batting his lashes, “when you say sweet things to me like that I get all gooey inside.”

“Jackass,” I murmured before he paid me back by literally shoving his cock into my mouth, not stopping until he hit the back of my throat and gagged me. I remember the first time I attempted anything remotely close to deep throating him. It was humiliating then as it triggered my gag reflex and I damn near vomited all over him. Easton didn’t make fun of me though, he withdrew, whispered encouraging words in return while teaching me the proper way to orally pleasure another man. I had plenty of women suck me, so I knew whatIliked, but I definitely lacked in the giving portion of the act. Before Easton, I’d never even thought of being with another man. I had absolutely no problems with anyone being gay. I just didn’t understand the pansexual portion of the spectrum or how that related to me. I’ve found other men handsome, but not once have I been drawn to another. I needed to have a connection, not only emotionally but romantically as well. I thought I was flawed beyond repair because I was unable to commit to another human– male or female until Easton pointed out that I was probably pan. When I went home that night, I did an internet search and found the definition was dead on with relation to how I felt, although it’s easier to just to tell people I’m bi.

“Hey,” he pulled out, sliding the pad of his thumb along my cheek, “where’d you go?”

“Just remembering the first time we did this.” I actually blushed, not something I did often.

He grinned. “You’ve come a long way, my love.”

“I sure as hell hope so.”

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