Dylan whispered, “Thank you,” as he fought tears.
Chapter 9
The guys had the continental breakfast at the motel lobby. Dylan was sort of afraid to venture to the restaurant in a vehicle. The snow was a few inches deep, but far more than he or Kimo were accustomed to, and besides, the police warned people to stay off the roads unless there was an urgency. They didn’t consider breakfast an urgency.
They sat close, side by side, feeding each other food.
Noah stopped by their table. “Good morning, Kimo, Dylan. I hope you slept well. The storm is still going, but should stop by this afternoon. The road is still blocked south of here. If you want, you can go inland to Highway Five and go south, but you’ll have to cut back westbound somewhere, depending on destinations.”
Kimo leaned into Dylan and kissed his lips, slow and gentle. “Thanks, Noah. We slept really well and have become very close. Thank you. I intend to ask Dylan to be my boyfriend. We just have to settle the distance between us. I live in San Jose, and he lives north of here.”
Dylan’s neck and face heated. He looked up to Noah. “Yes, we did it.”
“Several times.” Kimo squeezed Dylan’s hand.
“I thought you guys looked like you belonged together. Maybe it was serendipity.”
The guys laughed. Kimo said, “Yeah, we had the same thought.”
After breakfast, the guys walked around carefully as neither had winter footgear. They often held on to each other, and Kimo regularly planted an arm over Dylan’s shoulders. They made it back to the motel and their room safely, and as soon as the door was closed, Dylan pulled Kimo close for a hug. Their hands ended up on the other’s ass, squeezing. Kimo bent and kissed Dylan’s lips, and they held it for just short of forever.
“Kimo, I want to make love to you.”
“Yes, bro, that would be nice. If the road is opened and the snow stops, this might be our last night together.”
They headed for the bed, and each undressed, watching the other. Each was hard and throbbing.
Dylan asked, “How can we date when we live so far away from each other?”
Kimo held him, and they rolled the width of the bed. “I don’t know, brudder, but where there’s a will, there’s a way. We can take turns visiting. Only ten hours one way.” He slowly stroked Dylan’s dick as he bit a nipple.
“Oh, that feels good. I work Monday through Friday. If I left Friday after work, we can have most of the weekend. I’ll leave Sunday afternoon, get home, have a few hours’ sleep, and go to work. I have accumulated time off and can leave early on Friday.”
“The same with me, bro. Can I stay with you?”
“I live with my parents, but they’re cool.”
“I live alone, and I’m cool.”
They stopped talking, and Kimo played with Dylan’s boy hole, making him smile. They kissed some more.
“Kimo, I want you to take me from behind with me on my stomach.”
“Yes, bro, if you’ll spank me before you take me in the same way. I feel like I’m being dominated that way.”
They kissed more but with tongue, and each then kissed the other all over. After a while, Dylan lubed them and got on his tummy with a pillow under his hips. Kimo drove into him with his throbbing purple cock, going deep.
“Hell, yes. I love that. Fuck me, bro.”
Kimo giggled. “You starting to talk like a Hawaiian.”
Dylan rested and enjoyed Kimo ass fucking him.
After a while, Kimo moaned and drove deep and held it. “Dylan, I came, man.”
Dylan stood and went to the window. “The snow stopped. The sun’s coming out.” He sat on the couch, naked. “Kimo, come here and get across my lap.”
“In front of the window? What if someone sees us?”
“No issue for me. You’re the one getting the spanking. Bring the paddle.”
Kimo brought the paddle and handed it over and got over Dylan’s lap. “Bro, I’m so frigging excited.”
Dylan spanked all over his ass, making it red in short order.
“Damn, that hurts so good. You made me hard again. I love being spanked.” He rubbed into Dylan’s lap.
After a good long spanking and Kimo’s ass being hot to the touch, Dylan said, “Go to the bed and get ready. I need to ass fuck you, brudder.”
Kimo almost ran, lubed himself, and got face down with a pillow under his hips. Dylan lubed his cock and drove into Kimo. He fucked but didn’t last long. He came hard with thunder rumbling in his head. He mumbled unintelligibly.
They rested and fell asleep in each other’s arms.
* * * *
The next morning, the outside temps were warmer. A lot of snow remained, but the roads were clear. The sun shone brightly, and Dylan was happy. Very happy. The guys had a slow but large breakfast down the street and returned to pack. They walked. They held a long hug before moving apart. They found out the road all the way to California was open. That pleased and saddened Dylan.
“Kimo, I know it’s been just a few days, but I think I love you.”
“I know I love you, brudder. I want to have your babies.” They kissed, holding it forever.
They checked out and spoke to Noah, who wished them well.
Dylan drove away with an erection, thinking of Kimo.
Two hours into his drive back to San Jose, he stopped to text with Kimo, who answered immediately.
Bro I was just about to call you. I just made it to Bandon.
They texted for fifteen minutes. Two hours later, Kimo texted Dylan, who pulled over and responded.
Kimo, why you text me when I’m driving? I type slower when driving. SMIRK
Bro, you better not be driving and texting. I’ll spank you for that.
Dylan laughed. I’m not into spanking. You are. Nooooooooo, I pulled over. I love you.
They texted again three hours later. Dylan finally got home and greeted his parents.
His dad said, “You’ve had quite the adventure. I wish I was with you. I love snow and would welcome being stranded.”
Dylan bit his lip. You’d have to get your own room. I met a guy, and we shared a motel room. He’s so awesome. His name’s Kimo. He’s Hawaiian and so sexy. We’re boyfriends now.”
Mom asked, “Where does he live?”
They talked about Kimo, and after, Dad said, “I wish you luck. You have quite the challenge with a long-distance relationship.”
“But I love him. I know it deep in my heart. I think. Do you think it’ll last?” He scrunched his face like when he was a kid asking his parents for something he expected them to say no to.
Mom hugged him. “Baby, there’s no way to know except to take it one day at a time.” She pulled back and smiled. “Sometimes I wonder if your dad and I will last. We’re not having any problems, and we have been married almost thirty years, but who knows what will happen in two, three, or five years? Maybe he’ll find a new love who’s twenty years younger.”
Dad said, “Or you might do the same thing.” He took her hand and smirked. “Come to the bedroom. There’s something I want to show you.”
Dylan’s eyes got big. “Okaaaay. I’ll leave you guys alone for a few hours. I have laundry to do. Oh, when Kimo visits, can he stay with us?”
Mom said, “If you trust him, then we trust him. He is housebroken, right?” She smiled.
Chapter 10
Dylan texted Kimo daily, sometimes three times a day. They talked on the phone, too. Often after a texting session or heated chat, Dylan would jack off, thinking of Kimo. In week three of their phone dating, they chatted at eleven P.M. on a Friday night.
Kimo said, “One week, bro, and I’ll be there.”
“Actually, one week and approximately fourteen hours. I can’t wait to see you, to hug you, to touch you.”
“And to have sex with me, right?”
“Kimo, I’m so fucking hard now, just talking to you.”
“Me, too, brudder. I been hard all day thinking a
bout you. Got my hand in my briefs. My little pee-pee is leaking.”
“Like in the motel room? When I woke and saw you looking at the storm on the couch?”
“Yeah, Dylan, my sexy little thing. Just like that. I want you to jack yourself and come on your chest. Or you can get naked and get on your back and lift your legs over your head and jack into your mouth. You know you’re gonna have to suck me off next weekend, and I’ll come in your mouth. You have to swallow my huge load.” Kimo laughed.
“Yeah. I want that. I want to suck your little pee-pee.”
Kimo asked, “You gonna take it all the way down your throat again?”
“Yup. Now you got me stroking my dick.”
“Brudder, get on your back and shoot into your mouth.”
“I’ve never done that.”
“I’m gonna do that to you next weekend. Put you on your back, lift your legs up, and jack you off so you shoot in your mouth. Do it, man, do it now for me. Please, bro.”
Dylan knew his parents were in bed. He took his briefs off and used a finger to lick the precum off his tip. He got on his back and lifted his legs over him. He put the phone on speaker but low so his parents didn’t hear. “Okay, Kimo, I’m gonna do it.”
“I’ll jack here. Tell me when you come. Are you gonna think of me? Are you gonna think of how we made love the first time, and all the other times after that? Or will you think of that sexy state trooper? I’d love to bang her with you watching. Maybe after I screw her, you can do her, maybe in doggie style.”
“Oh, shit!” Then Dylan laughed.
“Bro, what happened?”
“I came, Kimo. I came in my mouth, and I liked it.” He laughed again.
“Ohhhhhhhhhh!” It was Kimo’s turn to laugh. “I came on my chest. Licking it. Wish it was your come.”
“Kimo, some of my cum landed in my mouth, but the rest went on my face and neck. I’m gonna rub it in and sleep with it on me. Good night, bro.”
“Good night, Dylan, I love you.”
“I love you, too.”
* * * *
Kimo tried to keep his speed down, but it kept creeping up. Even when he used cruise control, his foot had a mind of its own and gave it more gas. He had to see Dylan. He left Saturday morning at four A.M. and drove straight through for the ten hours to get to San Jose. He grabbed fast food and ate as he drove. When he was at a red light, he gave a quick text to Dylan.
On southbound Hwy 87.
GREAT. Follow the directions. Grandpark Circle is so frigging easy to find, even a Hawaiian boy can do it.
Bro, that’s insulting. I’m turning around to go home.
GIGGLE. Why not just come here and I’ll spank you and ass fuck you?
Bro, now I’m hard. See ya soon.
He turned onto Grandpark Circle and found the address. Dylan paced in front. He honked, pulled up, and jumped out. Dylan jumped on him with legs wrapped around his waist. They kissed.
“Dylan, I hope you’re out. All the neighbors will see.”
“I don’t care. I love you.” Dylan chuckled. “Yeah, I’m out.”
“I love you, too, but there’s a man and woman staring at us.”
Dylan got down and blushed. “Mom, Dad, this is my boyfriend, Kimo. He’s so sexy.”
Kimo shook the father’s hand, but the mom hugged him.
“Yes, he is sexy. What say you and I run away together?”
Kimo blinked and said, “What about your husband and Dylan?”
“We’ll shoot them and bury them in the back yard.” She laughed. So did Kimo.
“You’re a cool lady. Thank you for letting me stay with you.” Kimo looked to Dylan. “I see where you get your wise-ass from.”
Dylan’s mom said, “You’re welcome. If Dylan wants you here, no problem. Do you need a nap or food?”
“Yes, please. Food and then nap, please.”
“Oh, you’re such a polite boy. Are you housebroken?”
Kimo chuckled. “Yes, ma’am, since I was sixteen.”
They went inside and sat at the kitchen table while Mom brought leftovers out and heated them. Dad, Dylan, and Kimo chatted.
Kimo asked, “May I help with something, Mrs. Masterson?”
“No, thanks, I’m just heating things.” She brought things to the table, and they all ate a late lunch.
Mr. Masterson said, “So, you repair all kinds of office equipment. Plenty of jobs doing that with excellent pay in San Jose.”
Kimo set his fork down. “No offense, but there’s a million people here. I’d go crazy. Far too big for this lil ol’ Hawaiian boy.”
Dylan said, “I could move to Oregon. The coast.”
Kimo shook his head. “What kinda job could you get?”
“I’m not saying right away, but I’m thinking if we stay together and everything, it’s a possibility. You know.” He scrunched his face.
Kimo kissed his cheek. “You’re cute when you blush.”
Dylan said, “I work in customer service. That don’t mean it has to be in the electronics field. Every profession needs customer service.”
“Mrs. Masterson, this is excellent lasagna and chocolate cake. Thank you.”
“You’re welcome. The refrigerator is always open to you. Don’t be shy. My husband sometimes eats in the middle of the night.”
Mr. Masterson shrugged.
They finished eating, and Dylan took Kimo to his room for a nap. “Dude, I am so frigging nervous that you’re here. I want to make a good impression on you. I’ll nap with you.”
When the door closed, Kimo pushed Dylan against it and kissed him with tongue. “Bro, I need a nap, but I need a blowjob more. I’m gonna come in your mouth, and you’re gonna swallow my load.” He grinned. “Open my jeans and pull them down, or I’ll spank you.”
Dylan smiled, fell to his knees, and obeyed. He then pulled Kimo’s sexy red briefs down and swallowed his boner.
“Oh, your mouth is so hot. I won’t last long.”
Dylan mumbled, but it was unintelligible. Hard to talk with a cock in your mouth.
Kimo held Dylan’s head and face fucked him. After a few minutes, he said, “Coming.” He shot in Dylan’s mouth. Dylan swallowed it all, licked his lips, and kissed Kimo. Kimo squatted and took Dylan over his shoulder and plopped him on the bed.
“That’s hot. When we’re married, I want you to do that to me regularly.”
“Okay, brudder.” Kimo got both of them naked in record time. He put Dylan on his back and lifted his legs over his head. “Gonna jack you.” Dylan grinned. Kimo stood holding Dylan’s legs as he stroked the leaking cock. Dylan bit his lip and waited. Kimo’s cock filled again, and he rubbed it against Dylan’s ass crack. Then he lightly bit all over Dylan’s ass, making him moan.
It didn’t take long. “Kimo, this is so hot. I love it.” Kimo smiled, showing his teeth. Then Dylan announced, “Coming!”
Kimo pointed the cock low, and a moment later, Dylan shot his load. The first two landed in his mouth, and the others ended up on his chin and neck. Kimo held Dylan’s mouth closed. “Swallow.” Dylan shook his head. “I said swallow, or I’ll spank you.”
Dylan grinned, and his Adam’s apple bobbed. “Okay, I swallowed it.”
“Good boy.” Kimo rested on top of him. “I love you, Dylan.”
“I never get tired of hearing that.”
They cuddled and napped.
Chapter 11
Dylan kept pulling his speed back. He had cruise control, but he didn’t want to use it for some strange reason. He was anxious to see Kimo. The last month went fast, and he still reveled over Kimo’s visit four weeks ago. He lost track how many times they made love. They went to a nightclub and saw a comedienne. They attended movies, and went for walks, and to the beach in Santa Cruz, where there was a boardwalk with rides. They enjoyed the roller coaster and rode it a few times, kissing and groping each other.
“Damn. Now I’m hard.” He was in Northern California, close to the Oregon border.
Then it would be less than three hours to Kimo, his sexy Hawaiian hunk with the awesome dick. He rubbed his boner and considered stopping at a rest stop and going to a restroom stall to jack off.
“Damn. Double damn.” He slowed and pulled to the side of the road as a California Highway Patrol car, with revolving lights on, pulled him over. His boner faded in an instant. He grabbed his insurance and registration cards from the glovebox and got out to meet the officer.
The officer, tall, slender, young, and sexy, said, “Let’s go to the shoulder. It’s safer.”
“Yes, Officer. Was I going too slow and holding up traffic?” He bit his lip.
The officer smiled. A very sexy smile. “Yes, that’s it exactly. The speed limit is one hundred miles per hour, and you were only doing seventy-five.” The smile deepened.
There was no ring on the officer’s wedding finger.
“I’m sorry, but there’s a true emergency. I’m going to Florence, Oregon, to see my long-distance boyfriend. We visit once a month. I live in San Jose, and well, I’m really anxious to see him. I love him. Do you have to give me a ticket? I’ve never had one. Not even when I was a teenager, really. That’s the truth.” He smiled and looked into the officer’s eyes. “I guess in that way I’m a virgin.”
“What are you, a stand-up comedienne? I like your sense of humor.” He used the microphone on his lapel and said, “Unit 997, code four.”
“Oh, my, God, are you calling in reinforcements? Please don’t. I’ll go peacefully.” He turned and put his hands behind his back.
The officer used a hand on Dylan’s shoulder to gently turn him. “I’m not arresting you, not for a sense of humor.” The officer smiled and swallowed, making his Adam’s apple bob. “I wish I could be as cool and open as you, but being in law enforcement, that’s really hard.” He handed back Dylan’s license, insurance, and registration cards.
Dylan’s face fell flat. “But you can be out. I know it’s hard for officers, but there are online groups for full-time and retired police officers. I don’t know the websites by heart, but if you do a web search, you’ll find them.” He bit his lip again.
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