“Tell me, baby.”
“It happened to my granddad. When I was a little boy.”
His tongue was back at my neck, in my ear.
“I can’t actually think when any part of you is touching me,” I said and he chuckled.
“Try.”
“Well, um…we came out one day to pick some breadfruit…” Kimo’s hand was at my stiff dick now, rubbing it through my pants.
“Go on,” he said.
“You can never tell my tutu.”
“I won’t. But I suspect she already knows.”
“No. She would have killed him.”
Kimo had his hand in my fly now, searching for my cock. “Keep telling me your story, Bobby baby. Concentrate.”
I giggled. He flicked a lick across my lips and I went in search of his mouth.
“Uh-uh. Not until you tell me the story.”
“So Granddad sent me back to the house with the breadfruit saying he needed to pee, but I followed him. I wanted to see what he was really doing and I saw this beautiful woman. She was waiting for him way out past our house. She was wearing a yellow pireau and she had ohelo berries and lehua flowers in her hair.
“She was so beautiful, Kimo. I never saw anybody like her. She was pacing and he was running to her and she took him down to the ground. She had eyes like glowing coals. She just took my granddad and rode him like a buck horse and he was making all these strange noises and I heard her say, Perfectly ono. Delicious. And then…she vanished. She just disappeared into thin air.”
Kimo was enraptured with the story.
“You gonna do something with that?” I pointed to my poor, hungry cock, which he was holding in his fist.
“Not at this moment. But soon. You’re about to have another encounter with the fire queen. You might say, a meeting of the minds.”
* * * *
Kimo let go of me and my erection eventually went down enough for me to stuff myself back in my pants. I was getting a serious case of blue balls being with this man, but I let him lead the way onto the rocky lava trail that extends for miles, looking in some places like a lunar surface.
There were huge mounds that suddenly appeared. These were petrified trees engulfed in a long ago volcanic rage. I remember as a kid, seeing papayas cooked on a lava-covered tree. They burned my fingers when I tried to touch them.
“When we get home,” he said over his shoulder, “think of something fun for us to do.”
He stopped to take off his T-shirt, which was saturated from the brief downpour and the sweat we’d worked up. He tucked it into the back of his jeans.
“I can think of tons of fun things for us to do.”
“Like what?” he grabbed my hand as we came to a particularly smelly, powdery patch of yellow and white sulphur ponds. We were getting close to the active volcanic crater. The still soft swirls our shoes left imprints in, indicated the last volcanic eruption is still leaving its mark.
I thought it would be nice if he offered to suck my cock, but I didn’t see that happening any time soon.
“You could fuck me.” I tried for the casual approach, but I’d been rehearsing this for days. His eyes lit up, but the curtain of wariness soon came back down over them.
“Fuck you? You mean actually fuck you?”
“Yes.”
“In the ass?”
“Yes.” Where else? I wanted to say.
“I’ve never even had anal sex with my wife. You like to get fucked that way?”
“Normally I’m the one who does the fucking.”
“Ah…you have a boyfriend.” It was a statement, not a question.
I wasn’t sure how to respond. Would he be less concerned if he knew I had a boyfriend, that I wasn’t expecting anything from Kimo but pure pleasure? Or would he think I was a total slut? I hesitated before giving him the truth.
“Not anymore.”
“The guy I saw you with in Lahaina?”
“We broke up a long time ago, but we still fooled around until recently.”
“And you enjoyed fucking him?”
“Sure.”
“So why did you break up?”
“He cheated on me.”
“But you’re asking me to cheat on my wife,” he said, one hand lazily migrating back to my groin.
I hated to tell him that with all the cock sucking I’d been doing, he was already cheating on her. “No, I was asking you to fuck me. It has nothing to do with your wife.”
“I’ve never fucked a man in the ass. But I’ve never done anything like I’ve done with you. I can honestly see why male hula dancers turn on to each other. It’s the heat, the hot bodies and all that…”
“Passion.”
“Yeah. You always liked guys?”
“No, I was straight, or thought I was until I met Johnny a few years ago. I figured out I like guys, I just don’t make very good choices.”
“Humph. And now you’re fooling around with a married man.”
“I’m fooling around with a guy who’s mature enough to make up his own mind about what he wants. My policy in life is no confessions, no regrets.”
“You don’t have regrets about the guy in Lahaina?”
“Lots of hurt, but no regrets.”
“I’m sorry he hurt you, Bobby.” He kissed me, then he broke away from me. “Look, ohelo berries. Have one.”
“It’s bad luck. We’re supposed to offer the first to Madame.” I knew all the stories. I knew if you picked the berries and didn’t toss a few into Pele’s cauldron—the active volcanic crater—you would cause the skies to open up and rain
“Oh, she’ll get hers. I’m planning to give her an offering she’ll never forget.”
He popped two of the bitter berries into my mouth and I dutifully chewed. A member of the cranberry family, they’re really quite unpleasant unless they’re doctored with tons of sugar.
Kimo ate his quickly. “Beautiful. Come on, Bobby, let’s go visit Madame.”
We arrived at the trail, marked by ropes that lead to Kilauea’s boiling cauldron. About a dozen tourists were already there, snapping the last of their photos before sunset.
Then a strange thing happened. It was like the hand of God reached down and turned each one of them away from the trail and they herded like sheep away from the crater and back out to the parking lot, about a mile away.
This left the two of us, hiking up to the rim of the crater. The sun started to set and Kimo took my face in his hands and kissed me. For long moments, we licked and sucked eagerly at each other’s mouths
I put my arms around his waist and copped a feel of those tight muscles, covered with his satin-sheened skin.
“You feel so good,” I whispered into his mouth and he responded by pulling me closer and putting one hand on my ass.
He let go of me as the sun started to turn burnt orange and we were approaching the edge of creation. In the diffusion of blood orange and pink, I saw the wisps of steam from the holes all over the crater’s lava floor.
Kimo pulled me right to the edge. Suddenly I was afraid.
“Don’t you trust me, baby?” he asked. “Come and feel her. Come and feel the mother earth.”
I stood close with him, then I felt her impact. It hit me in the guts and made me dizzy. Then I wanted to cry. And then I felt something else. Centered. Whole.
“She’s balancing you.” He kept holding me until I regained my composure. Kimo started to chant and threw the remaining berries into the crater. I recognized the chant of the Kumulipo, of Hawaiian creation. It shouldn’t have been turning me on, but it was.
Looking down, I saw fire. Red, boiling, blood red fire, churning like a ball in the middle of a deep hole in the crater. I’d never seen that before. In that moment, all my problems, all the little things that I thought were important in life fell away.
“Let’s go,” he said.
“Where?”
“Mauna Ulu.”
He took me by the hand and we clambered over
Madame’s hardened stones into the more recent floes we Hawaiians call pahoehoe. It is the closest thing you’ll see to an eruption, without actually witnessing an eruption. When Mauna Ulu erupted a few years ago, it opened a giant hole in the lava field, creating a brand new crater, which the average tourist knows nothing about, so only the locals and dedicated volcano chasers go there.
I knew it was no casual stroll during the day, let alone at night. One wrong move and we’d be the first live human sacrifices Pele would be receiving. This was my first visit and my eyes gaped as I stepped on still-moving lava and steam steeped around my shoes.
“Take your clothes off,” Kimo said.
“What? Here? What if somebody sees us?” The park would be alive now with park rangers, even devotees of Pele wanting to bring her gifts.
“That’s part of the thrill, but she won’t let that happen. Pele protects her children. Quickly now, baby.” Kimo was already removing his jeans and sporting a handsome boner.
He put our clothes on the puddling lava field. “I want this to be as comfortable as possible for you. Lie down.”
I admit I was terrified, but I wanted to trust him. He put me on the pile of clothes and it wasn’t too bad. In fact, my body seemed to mold into the softened lava. It was like being on a very warm, spongy, but solid waterbed.
Then I moved my arm up, but there was nothing there. I was right on the lip of Pele’s fiery new home.
“Madame Pele loves sex,” he said. “Orgasm is the beginning of creation. What an offering, eh? I’m letting her watch me fuck my beautiful boyfriend. My beautiful, horny boyfriend. Like granddad, like grandson, Bobby.”
I couldn’t speak.
“Let me look at your ass.” He was between my legs, my knees pinned to my ears before I could respond.
“It looks real tight. Sure you can take me?” he said finally.
“I’ve only had one guy fuck me. My ex.” The man with the midget dick, but I didn’t say this. I just reached up, laying little kisses on his powerful chest. Our bodies melded toward one another. His skin turned golden as the sun said its last goodbye.
“Are you comfortable on your knees like that?” I asked.
“It feels like I’m on fire. I’m so turned on, baby, I don’t know what to do with myself.”
I moved his hand to my cock, which was more than ready for him and he looked pleased that just the nearness of him could arouse me the way it did. He quickly ran his hand over it, moving up to my belly.
“Oh, Bobby…I can’t wait to fuck you. But I also want to make you feel good…within reason. What would make you feel good?”
I knew enough about Kimo to know that he was such a sensualist, he wouldn’t want to miss out on anything that would heighten this experience. His fingers moved lightly over my chest and stomach muscles, he seemed relaxed and ready to play. His thumb and forefinger closed over one of my nipples, which he could see was hardening.
“This feel good?” His voice was a grunt. I could tell he really was getting turned on.
“Oh yeah,” I said, hoping I wouldn’t come before my great Phantom Warrior Lover could get that massive cock inside me.
“Between what you’re doing to me and the lava moving underneath me…it’s amazing.”
“Good.” His fingers moved to my other nipple, the one that always make my cock stiff as a board.
“A-ha!” His huge smile revealed those perfect teeth, even in the dark. “Nipples do nothing for me,” he said, rotating his index and middle fingers over the nub that was enjoying his attention. “You want me to suck it?” His voice was a guttural whisper.
“I’d love it,” I said as he dropped his head, sucking the nipple into his mouth with such ferocity, I almost leapt into Pele’s smoldering crater.
“Yeah, I do want to fuck you.” His hand moved down to my cock, which he didn’t touch. It throbbed and bobbed but his hand moved around it, to touch my balls and then drop down to my ass.
My legs opened and he ran his index finger along the crack, his eyes deep and black as he looked at me. I raised my mouth to his and, for a moment, I thought he would refuse. And then he did. He nudged me back with his forehead, keeping up the fingering on my ass, his thumb rubbing lightly at my ball sac.
“I like the way you feel. I like your smooth, soft skin. God, you wax completely down there? My wife could learn something from you. She’s like a Rasta down there.”
We both laughed and he kept touching and stroking me. “You feel different to women. Different, but good. You want to come before we start? I don’t want to put my cock in you and have you come before I can give you the goddamn thrashing you deserve.”
I nodded and his hand went to my cock and he started moving his massive fist up and down on the shaft. He wasn’t gentle, but he seemed to be spellbound touching another man’s prick.
“Come all over my hand,” he said. ‘I’ll use it to lube myself up.”
“I don’t like lube. I like it the hard way.”
He liked that, I could tell. My ass was going to spoil him for his wife, for any woman. “Do you now?” He chuckled.
“You never jacked a guy off before?”
“Never needed to.” He shrugged. “I’ve always had plenty of women. Until I got married.”
I was panting now. “Nobody ever wanted to suck your cock before?”
His fingers were squeezing the head of my cock. Oh, put your tongue in, I wanted to say, but I didn’t.
I watched Kimo Wilder, with his hand around my cock, the concentrated way he was urging me to fulfillment and the ecstatic smile on his face when he achieved it.
“You little cocksucker,” he grinned. “You came all over my hand.”
My heart pumped crazily and he put two fingers to my throat. “That’s good.” He counted the beats. “Let’s see how hard you come with my cock in your ass.”
I went to turn over.
“Oh no. I want to fuck you like a woman.”
“You can get into me deeper this way,” I lifted my ass to him. He got between my legs. I saw his huge cock eager for its cave. He was like a dog in heat. He needed to fuck. He wanted to fuck. And then his hands were stroking my ass. His tongue dipped down and flicked a couple of licks at my ass hole.
My hands grabbed onto the nearest fat ropes of pahoehoe I could find.
His long tongue flicked out and that was the first time I saw it was tattooed. That put my dick into instant hardness, but he changed course.
“What’s the tattoo on your tongue?” I was in heaven now.
“King Kemehameha.” His hands moved to my feet, holding them in a reverent way, licking the toes on my right foot, then my left.
His mouth sucked, licked, ate its way up my thighs.
“And now the King will make you come.” He paused in his activity to stare down at my butt hole, as if wanting to prolong the moment he took possession of it, yet taking great pleasure in knowing it was his for the taking.
“It’s yours, Kimo,” I said, when one hand grazed against it.
I saw the look of primal, burning lust on his face when I said that. I reached up to stroke his big, strong arms, his shoulders, his beautiful face. His tongue snaked out to lick my fingers, then he went back to what he really wanted.
His hands held my legs to him and I realized I was making a racket because just inches from my butt cheeks, he said, “All that noise and I’m not even inside you yet.”
The realization of what we were doing seemed to hit him. He looked at me and smiled. He was at my ass now. His tongue went to my ass hole and he began to lick and suck at it, trying to get his tongue inside me.
He lifted his face again. “You taste so good. I never even want to eat my wife’s ass. What have you done to me, mahu?”
I didn’t respond because I was torn between trying to relax and enjoying the licking and sucking and getting that beautiful, massive monster inside me. His tongue dipped down again and I stroked his gleaming black hair. I wanted to hold his he
ad to me. There was time enough to get bossy with him, I decided, sighing with pleasure as I watched Kimo Wilder eating out my ass. He licked me like I was a woman. His woman.
He stopped. “Does this feel good?”
“Yes, oh, yes.”
“You’re not going to come again, are you? I don’t want you to come until I’m inside you.”
I hadn’t even thought about how hard my cock was. The tip was reaching for the sky, purple-red, anxious for release.
“Don’t touch it. I’ll last.”
“I don’t know that I can’t touch it,” he said, in wonderment. “It’s so pleased to see me.”
He dropped a small, possessive kiss on the shaft and went back to my ass hole. I almost jumped from the thrill of having this magnificent warrior’s mouth back on me, licking me with all the passion, all the concentration he normally gave his wife.
Kimo kept at it and it was becoming harder and harder not to come. I focused on breathing, on not doing anything that would take his mouth away from me.
His tongue laved my ass hole. I felt myself getting wetter, more open and he sensed it too, moaning into my deepest recesses.
He raised his head again and snarled, “You’re mine now, bitch. If I fuck you, there’s no going back.”
I grabbed his huge tool then, pointing it exactly where I needed it. We were clear now. I wanted his cock. He wanted ownership of me.
He let me guide him to me then brushed my hands away as he slowly entered me. The pleasure-pain engulfed me as Kimo Wilder eased himself into me.
“Oh God, you’re so warm in there. I had no idea.” He took his time, working his way into me, until my body accepted the biggest thing it had ever had inside it. “You’re so tight, Bobby.” He rotated his hips and the jolts of pain as he stretched and pulled at my ass muscles shifted to something else. Then he took that massive cock out of me.
“No, no,” I screamed. “Don’t take it away from me!”
And he thrust it back into me again.
“Beautiful mahu, you have no idea how good this is.”
“I can make it better.” I started to contract my ass muscles and a look of astonishment crossed his face as he roared to an orgasm, sending his red-hot lava spilling into me.
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