Page 20 of Contentment

Before he’s even done coming, I start to pound into him. I’m grunting and groaning, using him just like I told him I was going to. Scottie is still rubbing her cunt, and I tell her, “Sit on his face, smother him.”

She’s up there in the blink of an eye. Using him for whatever she needs. Briggs slides two fingers into her, and the sight in front of me is delicious. Scottie must have been right there, ready to come, because she was screaming through an orgasm already.

“Good boy, making our girl come some fast,” I praise Briggs between each thrust. “I’m going to fill this cunt up.”

And fill him I do.

“Does this make me pansexual too?” Scottie randomly blurts out, as we’re all three lying there, still coming down from that early morning fuck-fest.

And I try so hard not to chuckle, but it crawls its way out of me. I answer her the only way I know how, and that’s to explain how I figured out I was pan a couple of years ago. “I identified as a bi sexual man for the longest time, and then I came to termsthat I honestly am attracted to anyone and everyone. No matter their gender, sexuality, or parts. It’s been a few years, but I’m fully pan now.”

She tilts her head and asks, “Is that not how everyone thinks?”

“Nope…Bi folks are attracted to their own gender and the opposite gender. Pan to me is being attracted to any and every one, no matter their gender or what the other person’s sexuality is. But that’s just my opinion.” Pansexuality is one of the hardest ones to explain, I think, but it’s usually an immediate click when you do explain it to people, because that’s how they’ve always felt, but didn’t know the word to explain it.

Or at least that’s how I was.

“I have an identical story with my sexuality, Felyx.” His beaming smile lights up his whole face, and I swear that man is made of pure sunshine. But a metal way…

If that makes any sense at all.

Then Scottie adds, ”I thought everyone thought the way I did…but I guess not. Welp, slap my ass and call me a pan too now I guess.” She shrugs, and we all start laughing.

I chuckle. “I guess we’re just a group of raging pansexuals.”

But in all reality, these are the kinds of conversations I love to have—and the ones I couldn’t have when I was living in Florida, especially with how old the folks were. Sadly, their minds aren’t as open as I always hoped. But even the people my age were so much more rigid in their thinking. It’s been so nice being around folks who have open minds.

I didn’t notice today, but thinking back on it now, this is the least amount of anxiety I’ve had in a long time. I fully believe it’s because I haven’t had to mask all day long, and put on a front to please the uptight old hags I used to be surrounded by.

I can already tell I don’t want to go back to my old life, but I’m still waiting for the shoe to drop, because what else am I supposed to do?

I can’t pack up my whole life after one good night…

That would be irresponsible.

Right?

We’re heading out for Friday’s headlining show—Neon Cherry. They are friends of Scottie and Briggs, but what sold me was the VIP tickets. We’re practically on the stage, just off to the side. Here’s to hoping people will leave them alone. They’re so great with their fans, but I know it has to be exhausting.

And they even have somewhere for Mildred to go so she’s not getting deafened by the speakers.

By the time we get to the spot they saved for us, they’re already starting their second song. I see their guy lead singer up on stage. Colby is his name, with his messy, brown hair already sticking to his face from sweating, is singing beautifully, and the music just makes you want to start fucking.

He turns towards us while we’re swaying to the music, and has the look of pure sexual want in his eyes. My eyes practically bug out of my head. I look at Briggs in question, and he nods to the left of us. He leans in to my ear and yells over the music, “That’s his stepsister beside Scottie. He’s got a thing for her, clearly.”

I joke, “Oh, I love supporting the forbidden arts.” But when my eyes get back to Colby up on stage, they drift down to the massive bulge in his pants.

What in the hell?

Is he rocked up on stage right now?!

He sure as hell is.

Whatever floats your boat, right?

We listen to their whole set list, but dip out a little early to beat the crowd out of here. I may have styled them way differently than I usually do, and Briggs has a hat and sunglasses on, but I don’t want to run into any problems getting back to the hotel.

With Briggs and Scottie under each of my arms as we stroll out of the festival’s grounds, I joke, “I don’t need Florida sunshine when I have my two metal sunshines by my side.”

They’re beaming and returning smiles, which are the perfect examples of what I just called them.

I’m falling for these two way too fucking fast…but I’ll hit the ground from jumping from that high rise before I stop myself.

THE END.