Kimo moaned. “Oh, bro. This is awesome. It’s been almost a year since I’ve been with anyone.” His body squirmed as he rubbed a finger over Dylan’s cock head.
Dylan got another inch into his mouth and made sure he kept his teeth covered with his lips. He massaged the root of Kimo’s dick between his asshole and nut sack while he sucked.
Kimo’s body tensed. “I’m coming, look out.”
At the last second, Dylan chickened out and pulled his mouth back, but his hands stayed in place. Kimo’s first eruption shot high and landed on Dylan’s face. More blasts followed and fell on Kimo’s cock and Dylan’s face again. Kimo fisted the bedding. His eyes slammed shut, and his back arched. Dylan licked the still-rigid cock.
Kimo begged. “Okay, stop, please. It tickles now.” He sucked a deep breath. “You’re awesome.”
The storm continued, and the candles flickered. Both guys moved to the pillows and rested their heads as breathing subsided. Dylan guided Kimo’s head to his chest and stroked it.
Kimo said, “Oh, bro, I love this. Most guys don’t cuddle after. They just want to get dressed.”
Dylan purred and kissed Kimo’s cheek. “Maybe we’re both chicks, and no one’s told us.”
Kimo pulled the bedding over them. “Did Arthur like to cuddle?”
Dylan kissed his cheek. “Yeah, he did. How’d you know we were lovers?”
“I saw it in your eyes when you told me about him and the accident. I suspected you were more than best friends.” His lips met Dylan’s, and they held for a while. “I like touching and being with you. There’s something special about you, Dylan.”
Dylan squeezed. “The clerk said there was a connection between us. You think he’s right?”
“Hell, yes. Look what we’re doing.”
Dylan’s heart sped up. “Arthur was the first person I really loved, besides parents and fam. He was my first guy, my first boyfriend, but I’m not gay.”
Kimo shuffled and kissed him with gentility. “I’m not gay either. Why do you suppose we feel the need to deny being gay?”
“Society, I guess. I’m bi, and that’s like being in the middle.”
“You been with girls?”
“Oh, yeah, and I like them, but truth be told, I think I’m two-thirds into guys and one-third into girls. What about you?”
Kimo pulled him close, grinding his rigid cock into Dylan. “Only fifty percent for me. I’m into girls and boys equally. Love their smell, texture, and tits, but other times, I just need a guy. I love to suck cock.”
Chapter 6
Time passed, and the storm subdued but kept up. The vanilla scent of the candles wafted by, blending with Kimo’s masculine scent. They kissed and rolled back and forth before cuddling again. Electricity coursed through Dylan’s body. It curled his toes.
Kimo broke the silence. “When I’m with a dude, they always assume because I’m a big guy with a huge cock that I like to give it. I prefer to take it.” He covered his face with his hand. “Am I blushing? I’m embarrassed.” Dylan pulled him close and kissed his full lips. “Dylan, I love you. I want to have your babies.”
They burst into laughter. Dylan chortled. “Get in line.”
More kissing and exploration followed. Kimo’s soft voice called, “Happy Birthday, Dylan. Fuck me. I want your cock in me.”
“I like your saying my name, but, no, I won’t fuck you. May I make love to you instead?”
Kimo laughed. “Bro, now that was something a girl would say.”
“Trooper Washburn wouldn’t say that. I bet she likes it rough. You watch, bro, she’ll call me within the next few days. She wants me so badly, I can see it in her eyes.” Dylan’s dick throbbed. “I want her long legs around my waist as I fuck her.”
Kimo went to his suitcase, took out a tube of hand lotion, and tossed it to Dylan. “Hurt me, bro.” He let out a lopsided smirk and got into doggie posture with his head cranked around, as Dylan lubed his dick and swiped some lotion on Kimo’s ass.
Dylan mimicked him. “My prick’s not that big.”
“But not that small.”
The devil crawled into Dylan’s brain. He rammed his cock into Kimo’s waiting ass.
Kimo jumped, and Dylan’s dick slipped out. “Holy fuck, brudda, what was that?”
Dylan didn’t know if he should laugh or apologize, so he did both. “I’m sorry. You said to hurt you.”
“You’re not sorry. You’re laughing.”
“You should have seen the look on your face. For a big man, you looked like a scared kid.” Dylan settled from his spurt of laughter. “Okay, I’ll go easier.” He slipped a finger in the Hawaiian’s ass. “How’s that?”
“You’re teasing me.”
“I am, too.”
Kimo mumbled.
Dylan asked, “What did you say?”
“Never mind.”
Dylan rubbed his dick up and down Kimo’s crack. “Tell me. I promise not to laugh.”
Kimo cranked his head around again and glared. “You’d better not. I said it’s okay to spank me.” In the candlelight, his blush was detectable.
“You like that, huh?”
“Yeah, bro. Like I said, cuz I’m big, everyone assumes I top. I even like women to sort of control me. You know, let them tell me what to do.”
The big man’s confession settled into Dylan’s heart. More than ever, he wanted to please Kimo. The storm intensified as Dylan delayed the ass fucking in favor of spanking. He gave a dozen to both cheeks.
“You won’t hurt me, Dylan. Go as hard as you can.” The words barely carried over the storm. It almost seemed that Kimo begged for it in a higher pitched voice.
Dylan slammed a series of spanks into the naked hunk. It hurt his hand, but he worked through it.
Kimo fell from his knees and went flat on his stomach. He kicked his legs. “Ow, ow, please don’t spank me anymore, I’ll be good. Don’t spank me.”
It shocked Dylan, and he stopped.
Kimo blinked in clear surprise. “Bro, don’t stop. I was just getting into it.”
“You said to stop.”
“Fuck, don’t stop!”
“Kimo, your ass is hard. My hand hurts.”
Kimo rushed to his suitcase, and wearing a shy smile, he retrieved a paddle and offered it to Dylan. “Please.”
“Why do you have this?”
“The same reason I carry hand lotion, to jack off. Don’t tell anyone.”
The lighting, thunder, and wind-driven snow covered the sounds as Dylan got into a spanking routine. His cock stayed hard, which made him wonder if he liked doing it. He paused and teased, “I’m going to call Trooper Washburn and tell her to spank you.”
Kimo wiggled his ass. “That would be okay, bro, but no one else.”
Dylan gave medium hits to the reddening ass. “You get spanked a lot?”
Kimo shook his head. “No one’s been willing until now. When I’m alone, I spank myself. I put the TV or radio on loud in the motel room and ask for a room on the end.”
Dylan spanked harder with little obvious effect. He took deep breaths and focused on hurting his friend.
Kimo pounded his fists into the bed, and he kicked his legs. “No, no, don’t spank me anymore. I’ll be a good boy, please.”
Dylan gambled and hit harder. Kimo took the beating, and more minutes passed. Finally, Kimo rose to doggie posture again.
“Fuck me!”
Dylan tossed the paddle and drove his cock in. Kimo moaned, and Dylan humped him. It went on for a week, or an hour, maybe less. He always had good staying power, but he got tired because, hell, it was the middle of the night. He tensed his body and willed himself to come. He thought of Trooper Sabrina Washburn and what she’d think as she fingered herself while watching Dylan ass fuck the bronze Hawaiian hunk.
“Hey, Kimo.”
“What?”
“Look over there. Do you see the invisible Trooper Washburn watching us fuck? She has her uniform shirt and pant
s open. She’s touching herself down low. I think she’s going to make herself come.”
Kimo joined in with Dylan’s fantasy. “Yeah, bro, she wants me, but I’m embarrassed that she sees me taking it in the ass.”
Dylan needed to come. “Lots of straight women like to see guys doing it.” He was close, very close. “Not many women turn me on, but I’d fuck her, maybe let her ride me.”
Kimo’s voice weakened. “I’d let her spank me. I like women dominating me.”
“Agggggh!” Dylan slammed his eyes shut. Colored lights flashed behind his closed lids. He shook and shivered. Fuck, yes. He came in spasms and pulled out.
“No. Go back in me.”
“I came.”
“Please!”
Dylan shoved his sensitive, but still hard prick inside his new bud.
“Let’s lay on our sides and keep your cock in me.” They did. “Reach over and jack me. I won’t last long.”
Clearly, it was something he needed. Kimo tightened his back chute around Dylan’s dick, a first for him. Dylan jacked the hunk who wiggled and mumbled. Kimo clenched and unclenched his ass, driving Dylan crazy.
A minute later, in a raised voice, Kimo gushed, “Oh, oh, oh.”
His hot seed covered Dylan’s hand. Happy birthday to me, happy birthday to meeeeeeee. A cell phone rumbled. “Kimo, is that yours or mine?”
“Don’t know; don’t care. That was very most hot. Thank you.”
“Hotly? Nice new word. Thank you! Should we go to sleep and pretend this didn’t happen or confess our hearts to each other like girls?”
“Whatever you want, Dylan. Damn, your name is sexy.”
Dylan pulled out, kissed Kimo, and headed to the bathroom. He peed, used a washcloth to clean, and returned to Kimo to give him a wash. He had his cell. “Kimo, I thought you didn’t care about any message.”
“I lied. I’m curious.” He showed Dylan the text message.
I’m awake and bored. What you doing?
Dylan’s face tightened with a hard smile. “Who’s that from? Your girlfriend?”
“I told you I don’t have one now.” The ID said Wild woman. Kimo sat up in bed. Dylan lay there, cuddled close. Kimo answered, paused, and laughed. “Bro, this is Trooper Washburn. See, I told you she’d contact me.”
Dylan shot up and knelt behind Kimo, reading the phone over the shoulder. “Awesome. She wants you, dude.”
Kimo laughed. “She wants to know why I’m awake at three A.M. and what I’m doing.”
“What did you say?”
“I told the truth.”
“No, you didn’t.”
He chuckled. “You’re right. I said I like storms and am watching it out the window. She wrote she is, too.”
“Ask her what she’s wearing.”
Kimo shook his head. “Too soon to get so personal. Are you still horny?”
“Hell yes.” Dylan pecked Kimo’s cheek. Kimo brought a hand up and fluffed Dylan’s hair. Fatigue overtook him. He put more wood in the quaint stove, covered with a blanket, and cuddled next to Kimo, still texting with the sexy trooper.
Chapter 7
Dylan awoke to a gray daylight, feeling mostly restored but tired. The snow storm continued unabated. The clock radio flashed, so electricity was on. He turned to take in the sight of the sleeping sexy hunk as his mind recalled the magnificent events of the night. His hand fondled his morning wood. He checked his cell for the time, reset the clock radio, and stoked the fire after he added wood, since it was almost out.
I bet I never see Kimo again. Hell, we live six hundred miles apart.
He rested on his back, stared at the ceiling, and gave slow, sensual strokes to his dick.
“If you’re horny, I’ll suck you off, but you have to tell me to do it, make me.” A smirk combined with little-boy eyes on Kimo’s handsome face accompanied the words.
Dylan never saw such a combination before. He sat up with his back to the headboard and legs out. “Get across my lap, Kimo. You’ve been a bad boy again.”
Kimo fell right into the play. “Nooooo, please, don’t spank me again. I’ll be good, really I will.”
Dylan grabbed his hair, but pulled gently, taking the bigger man over his lap. “If you resist, I’ll spank you more.”
“Yes, sir.” He sucked for air.
Dylan’s cock throbbed at the sexy guy over his lap. He spanked Kimo over his briefs.
“Not so easy. More, harder.”
Dylan teased by crossing his arms. “Don’t tell me what to do. Then I won’t spank you.”
“Okay, I’m sorry. Please.”
“Please what?” Making a guy beg was new but exciting. Clearly, it thrilled Kimo.
“Please spank me and ensure I’ll be a good boy. Please, Dylan.”
Dylan knew he’d regret it, but he slammed his unconditioned hand into the muscled ass before him. Kimo jumped and twisted his head. Dylan caught the smile of joy. He hit as hard as he could to both cheeks, pulled the briefs down, and hit more, turning them pink, then red. When his right hand tingled in pain, he used his left, but his cock remained stiff.
After a while, he moaned. ‘My hands hurt. Suck my dick.”
“What? I’m not that kind of boy.” Kimo knelt and rubbed his ass as his cock bounced. “Please don’t make me do that.”
Uncertainty wove its way through Dylan’s mind.
Kimo whispered, “Slap my face. Pull my hair.”
He did. The first few slaps failed to resurrect the gleeful facial response. He hit harder. Kimo’s smile appeared and deepened as Dylan slapped faster. It showed his teeth. He yanked Kimo’s hair and shoved his head toward his cock.
“Suck it.”
Kimo whimpered, obviously enjoying it. He pretended to be new at it and only put the head in his mouth. Dylan passed the point of no return. He pushed Kimo’s head down and humped up and face-fucked him. Kimo took it as his eyes rolled high, catching Dylan’s gaze. It sent Dylan over the edge. He came with tense ass and leg muscles. Without a conscious thought, he yanked Kimo’s hair.
Kimo lay on his back and fisted his dick, but kept their gazes locked.
Dylan commanded, “Pull your legs over your head and shoot into your mouth. Do it, or I’ll spank you more. Maybe I’ll take you to the lobby so all the other motel guests will know you were a bad boy.”
“Noooooooo.” Kimo sounded like a boy in trouble, but he obeyed. Kimo lifted his legs over his head, and his fist pumped his cock. In a minute, he came and got most of the white syrup in, or around, his mouth. Dylan lowered Kimo’s legs, and they embraced. “Dylan, you are so fucking hot. Thanks for humoring me.”
They showered and enjoyed the continental breakfast in the front of the motel. The storm remained unrelenting.
Kimo said, “I’ve never seen a storm like this before on the coast. It is so amazing. I love it.”
Dylan whispered, “You’re amazing, too.”
The owner they met yesterday, Noah, came to their table. “Goooood morning, gentlemen. I hope you slept with that loud storm. Getting along okay, I see.” He rested a hand on each of them while wearing a sort of smile that could seep into your heart.
A wave of shyness crept over Dylan.
Kimo answered. “Yeah, I love storms, and Dylan’s a nice guy. Real nice. We’re friends now.”
Dylan’s tongue froze. He was speechless.
Noah looked into his eyes. “You okay, son?”
His face heated.
Kimo cawed, “Dude, you’re so cute when you blush.”
Noah kindly backed off. “Whatever it is, I’m sorry to have embarrassed you. By the way, the road south is still blocked. Do you want to keep your room another night?”
Kimo munched on a cinnamon roll. “Of course, but, well, can the sheets be changed? We sort of got them a little dirty.” It was his turn to be embarrassed, and he let out a shy grin.
“Got plenty of sheets. I’ll make sure it’s done. Glad you had a good time.”
D
ylan defended. “Nothing happened, it’s just that—”
Noah smiled. “I’m glad you boys are getting along. Never know where, or how, we make new friends.” He smiled and left.
Dylan kicked Kimo under the table. “Why didn’t you just tell him we did it? He thought we were a couple when he met us yesterday.”
“You’re cute when you’re embarrassed.” Kimo finished his roll and licked his fingers. “I liked that you made Sabrina be invisible as you fucked me during the night.”
“Lower your voice.” It didn’t matter. Only one older couple shared the eating area, and they were obviously engaged with their own conversation. “You don’t call her Trooper Washburn anymore?”
“Nope. I stayed up almost two hours, texting her. She’s nice. At one point, she wrote, HAF, and then sent another one that said to forget that.”
“What does it mean?”
Kimo shook his head. “I pushed her on it, and she confessed horny as fuck. We’re meeting her for lunch later.”
“Naw, you go. I’m sure I got invited for politeness.”
“Not. She likes you. She likes me more, but she wants to meet with us. She’s new here, recently transferred from Portland.” Kimo smirked. “She said we can come back here later, and she’ll watch us fuck.”
“No way. You’re a liar.”
Kimo agreed. “Yes, I am. Will I get spanked?”
“Nope. Not enough people around to see it.”
* * * *
Kimo stared out the side window of Dylan’s car as they drove carefully and slowly through the storm to a local casino to meet Sabrina Washburn. “Dylan, I’m a little nervous.”
“Big man like you?”
“Everyone assumes that because I’m big, I’m also tough and never afraid. There’s a little boy inside this sexy, rock-hard stud.” He faced Dylan and tried to smile.
Dylan planted a palm on Kimo’s leg. “Sorry. I was joking about that. I think everyone has fears. My dad says we conjure up more worry in our brains than usually happens in real life.” The snow lightened, but still fell. Dylan kept his speed low. “Tell me more of what you two texted about for almost two hours.”
“It started with her saying she was bored, and it surprised her that I was awake. She had texted friends in Portland, but no one responded. We teased, joked, she asked why I was awake.”
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