THE SWEETEST SIN(BxB)

24: The Morning Run.

GAVIN.

I always wake up at 6 am for a morning jog. Today is no exception.

A yawn gusting from my lips, I shoved the bedspread aside and stepped out of bed. My feet kissed the cold tiled floor as I strolled to the bathroom for a pee. Afterwards, I sauntered to the closet to pick out my jogging clothes and shoes. Grabbing my phone, I left the room. I was navigating the hallway when I came across one of the resort workers. I asked him for directions which he happily shared.

The chilly morning breeze assaulted my face as I jogged on the deserted pathway. The lanky trees danced to the caress of the breeze, shedding leaves which adorned the forest floor. Melodious chirps of birds birthed a beautiful tune that soothed my soul. I loved nature.

Morning jogs were like therapy to me. It's during those jogs that I got to clear my head. At times, I listened to podcasts while jogging. Listening to people share their problems somehow made me feel better about my own shit.

Slipping my ear pod on, I scrolled though my phone for a podcast. Professor Love was on air. A smile made its way to my lips as I listened to her podcast. She was addressing a topic about romance in the bedroom. A steamy topic on such a cold morning. Alright, Prof.

"In this current generation, I feel like romance is lacking in the bedroom. Romance is just not there anymore. I remember watching an insane amount of telenovelas as a teenager and I was like, I want a fucking Alejandro of my own! Coz damn, the telenovela guys knew how to romance their women. The love making itself was magic. I pictured my first time to be exactly the same. But the universe disappointed me so fucking much. I was 17 when I lost my virginity to my boyfriend. And honestly, it was one horrible experience. There was no candle lit dinner, no fucking serenade, no romantic shit. I literally cried after that." Professor Love narrated her ordeal and I couldn't help a sympathetic chuckle that flew past my lips.

The memory of my first time sabotaged my brain. I was 13 years old when I walked in on my mom being fucked by my dad in the kitchen. I didn't know what sex was back then but I became curious after seeing them. I asked Shirley because Roman was just as clueless. Shirl knew a few things and she offered to teach me. I remember the first time she sucked my dick, it felt strange in a really good way. Two days later, we fucked on the couch. That's the moment I realized how much I love eating pussy.

I thought that I was certain about my sexuality. That I was straight as a flag pole. But then I developed feelings for Carlito and that made me question everything. Most important question being, am I bisexual? Maybe I have always been but never admitted it to myself. 

There were times I would secretly check out guys in the locker room after tryouts. I wasn't grossed out by any of it. One time, Tony Bratelli caught me staring at his naked butt and my 15 year old self fucking blushed. He flirted a little and invited me to a party at his place. 

Back then, we weren't rivals. During the party, we drank way too much and ended up making out. Then the next day in school, when he tried to talk to me, I ignored him. I was ashamed and scared of people finding out about us. So I chose to behave indifferently towards him. I chose to forget that night.

"Romance should come from the heart." Professor Love's voice blared through the ear pod, ferrying me from the sea of memories. I resumed listening to her podcast as I jogged along the deserted footpath. Sweat soaked my face, flowing to my chest and back. Heavy pants vamoosed my parted mouth.

Fatigue coursing through me, I decided to take a rest. Leaning against a tree, I drew in as much air as my lungs could accommodate. I felt some movements behind me. Swiftly, I turned to look and you wouldn't believe what the cat dragged in so early in the morning. Was he following me? Wait, why is he bare chested? Isn't he feeling cold or something?