“You need help with that?” I asked, coming up from Kimo’s ass. Kimo was nodding as I kept my hand on his ass, stroking him with my fingers and I instructed Johnny to lick the shaft.
“Work on his balls, honey.” I took my favorite cock in the world down my throat and Kimo went berserk, moving in and out of my hot, ravenous mouth. He was about to come and I lifted my mouth off the cock head so Johnny could share the joy. We licked and sucked furiously at my man’s juices covering our faces as he showed us how happy he was with what we were doing to him.
When he stopped gushing, we took turns licking the head, despite how sensitive I knew it must have been.
“Look at Kimo’s poor balls,” I said to Johnny. “I think they need help.”
“Help? What’s wrong with them?” Kimo’s hands flew to his nether regions.
“Move those hands away,” I barked.
“Baby,” he grinned. “I’m seeing a whole new side of you. I love it.”
“You ever played sling the hook?” I asked.
“No,” Kimo laughed.
I brought a scarf out from our bedside drawer. “Help me.” I nudged Johnny. We put the scarf around his ball sac and up around the base of his cock, fashioning a cock ring, pulling tight so that we didn’t cut off the blood flow, but put incredible pressure to the area.
Kimo moaned.
Johnny and I went back to work immediately. This time when Kimo came, he screamed, shooting a fountain of hot liquid onto our expectant faces. Johnny and I licked his juices off one another’s faces. I could see Kimo’s hands between Johnny’s legs, stroking his cock and I immediately got jealous. Well, he wasn’t breaking any rules. He was allowed to stroke, he just wasn’t allowed to suck.
“I want to fuck you.” Kimo eyed Johnny, his engorged cock ready for more. Johnny immediately got on his knees.
Kimo wasn’t feeling fancy about getting Johnny on his back, the way he loved to fuck me, but he was having a lot of trouble mounting his mare. He dipped between Johnny’s ass cheeks, sucking and licking at his quivering hole, but despite his excitement and obvious readiness, Kimo could not get his massive meat into Johnny’s ass.
“Baby,” I said to Kimo. “You gotta get your man ready. Get the lube out.”
He reached for the lube by the bedside table and, flipping Johnny over on his back, started kissing him as I squeezed the lube on his fingers.
“Now, work them in slowly. Get him nice and open for that tank.” I moved down to suck Johnny’s cock and Kimo worked on his ass. He was impatient to fuck and quickly got his cock back to Johnny’s hole. Kimo stared at Johnny’s cock, which was in my hand.
“This is the sexiest thing in the world to me, fucking somebody who’s got a hard cock staring at me,” he said. He started screwing his way into Johnny’s ass. Nothing was going to stop him. Johnny moved his ass the way he knew how and Kimo kept plunging, even when it was obvious that Johnny couldn’t take it all.
Impatiently, Kimo took his cock out of Johnny, pushed me to my knees and rammed it into me. I was used to his size and his power, but he hadn’t spent any time with me at all and it hurt the second he entered me. He’d never taken me from behind like this before, being deliberately rough with me, as if trying to impress Johnny.
He fucked me like I was a plastic sex doll. There was no pleasure, no mutual passion there. This was an act of complete domination and control. When he started to come, he pulled my head back until my mouth dropped open and Johnny’s cock slipped into it.
“That’s it, suck him, bitch.” Kimo filled my belly with his boiling essence.
He’d never talked to me like that since we’d gotten close. He pulled out of me, pushing me away and moving up to Johnny’s cock. With a spiteful look on his face, he took Johnny’s cock into his mouth.
“Oh yeah, suck me. Kimo,” Johnny moaned and Kimo gave him a master class in cock loving. I focused on breathing, not fully believing that Kimo had violated the terms of this threesome. He’d done it with deliberate intent and that was for me, unforgivable. My heart broke, I swear I heard it. I got off the bed as Johnny moved around to a sixty- nine position. I left the bedroom.
Unable to think, I gathered a few things, including my grandma’s power rock, which crackled at my touch. This was not surprising. There was big trouble in paradise. I walked outside as I heard the happy noises of two men bringing each other total satisfaction, of my lover sucking Johnny’s cock.
I got into my truck Kimo had paid to ship to Maui, and drove away into the deepening twilight, feeling sick to my stomach. The man I had given all my love and trust to, had violated that trust. With the man who had also betrayed me. I suddenly felt as if Kimo must have hated me very much. It was his idea, after all, to bring Johnny to our bed.
As I drove toward the lost byways of Hana, away from our home, away from our lives, I wondered if Kimo and Johnny had even noticed yet that I had gone.
Chapter Fifteen
I drove, not caring that the roads in Hana were hazardous, since there were no street lights in the district. I felt I could get lost in Hana and, at last when night deepened and the tears were truly blinding me, I pulled over into a turnout, switched off the lights and the engine and howled like an old crone into the night sky.
The pain I felt was so immense. In the lush, green-black wilderness, I screamed Kimo’s name until my voice couldn’t utter a single sound.
I was worried he would find me that he’d figure out that I would run out here and hide. I had nowhere to go. With all his powers of magic, he could tune into me easily, so I started the truck up again, plunging deeper into the forest of unseen perils, taking an off-road detour. My truck hit a tree stump with an ominous thud and steam spurted from the engine. It hadn’t seemed like a bad hit, but when I got out, the radiator was sputtering a different story.
Turning off the lights, I left my truck there, took the few belongings I’d brought and kept walking. The pain in my left arm started then, but I ignored it. I knew it had to be affecting him, too. This was like giving up heroin, I was sure. I had to give up Kimo. And I never, ever wanted to see Johnny again.
I kept walking, wishing there were wild, savage beasts lurking in the Hana forest. At least I’d be assured of a swift death. I was shocked when the pain in my left arm moved up my neck and nestled in my left jaw. I was seeing black spots in front of my eyes, but I didn’t care. The pain of withdrawal must be like any addiction, I decided. I just had to live through it.
* * * *
In the morning, I woke up, finding myself on the ground, my arms wrapped around the base of a Eucalyptus tree. My eyes were crusted over from continuous tears pooling in them. My first thought was, They probably know I’ve gone now. My second thought was I must have had a very high fever. My whole body was on fire. I heard a chopper flying overhead. I didn’t worry. I knew Kimo wouldn’t have called the police, so nobody would be looking for me. I fell asleep again
I don’t know how long I was there before I felt something prodding me in the back. It was an angry-looking redneck with a gun.
“That your car back there?” he barked.
I looked up at him, struggling to see him. “Yeah, sorry.”
“You fall asleep at the wheel?”
“Yeah. I hit a tree, I think.”
“You shoulda stayed with the car. Your name Lopaka?”
“No. Bobby.” I was not going to live with Kimo’s influence anymore. “I’m sorry about the truck. I’ll call for help.”
“I already called Triple A. One of my choppers spotted you an hour ago, figured you were a Fed. Then I found your car. Your registration says Lopaka Kik…something.”
“Kikawa. Lopaka is my birth name. I go by Bobby.” That was when I realized Mr. Redneck was what one would call an alternative farmer. He grew pakalolo and took his multi-million industry very seriously. My best bet was to play innocent.
“Mr…”
“No names. Just get off my land.”
He jerke
d his rifle over his shoulder and I took the hint to walk on outta there. Except that I couldn’t get my left leg to cooperate. It was dragging beside me.
“Geez, you really hurt yourself.” He seemed surprised. “That didn’t even look like a bad accident.”
He put his arm under me and helped me get to the main road.
“Man, you get bit by some critter? You’re burnin’ up.”
“No, I’m all right. Just get me to my car. Maybe it’ll start.”
“Your car is gonna get towed, sonny. I’m gonna get you to a hospital.”
“I don’t need a hospital.” I slipped from his arms into a dead faint.
* * * *
I woke up at Hana Veterinary Hospital. It would never happen like that in the movies. In a movie, I’d wake up to some hot doctor anxious to mend me, heart, body and spirit. I woke up on a steel table lying next to a big black, awful-smelling dog that was hooked up to a drip feed, his sleeping tongue lolling out of the side of his mouth.
“How are you feeling?”
I moved my head to see a grizzled man with enormous Coke bottle glasses, peering down at me.
“You don’t appear to have any broken bones. I did an ex-ray on your left leg. Mebbe it’s a sprain. I woulda given you a shot of penicillin to bring down the fever, but I had no idea if you’re allergic.”
“I’m fine.”
“You don’t look fine. Have a rest if you like, then my wife can drive you home.”
“What’s happening to him?” I pointed to the dog.
“Castration. Don’t worry, I never confuse my patients.”
“I really have to get home.” I was starting to worry. I didn’t feel like I was on fire anymore. That had to mean that Kimo was close by.
“Nothin’ doin’. Open up.” The old man stuck his thermometer in my mouth and I only hoped it hadn’t been in Fido’s ass moments earlier.
“Your fever is comin’ down. I’m a betta doctor than I thought,” the vet cackled, unleashing a bad case of nicotine breath. Your friend’s on her way to pick ya up.”
He helped me into the waiting room just as Nicky arrived, a flurry of nerve endings.
“Oh, Lopaka.” She gathered me into her arms. I fell against her. “Kimo called me, he said you were both in trouble.”
She helped me outside and I saw him sitting in the passenger seat of Kimo’s black SUV. He looked out at me and his face said everything. It was a mirror of my own hopelessness and suffering.
“Come on.” Nicky hefted me into the backseat. “He would have driven himself, but he’s in a lot of pain. What’s the matter with you both?”
The interior of the SUV felt like it was on fire. Nicky cranked up the air conditioning. Neither Kimo nor I spoke. I stared at the back of his head in silent fury. He reached out his left arm behind him, his fingers searching for mine. I gave them to him, squeezing his hand. He gave an involuntary jerk. I looked down at his hand and saw heat blisters on his wrist, traveling up his arm.
The gods had tortured Kimo in more ways than I could ever dream of myself.
“I’m so sorry,” he rasped.
My anger fell away. “Me, too.” Tears fell from my eyes onto his fingers. I heard his distress, when he felt my hot tears.
“Pull over, Nicky, please,” he said.
“What? I’m late for my doctor’s appointment as it is,” she shrieked.
“Please.”
She seethed as he got out of the car and staggered to my door, shutting his own. Tears were coursing down his cheeks. His hair was matted, his skin bright red. I saw the blisters under his open shirt. Each step must have felt like his skin was splitting in two. I pulled him to me.
“Okay, now you can go,” I told Nicky.
She was biting her lip looking at me. “Are you going to be okay?”
“We’re going to be fine,” I said.
She drove us home with constant, worried glances at us, as Kimo lay sprawled in the backseat, his head and torso on my lap. I kept thinking about him with Johnny. I wanted to stay mad.
When we got home, Johnny came running out of our house.
“What’s he doing here?” I yelled. “Get out of my house!”
“Kimo and I were worried about you,” he hollered back. “You’ve been gone all night.” He looked at Kimo lying across me. “What’s the matter with him?”
“Just go. Get out of here!”
Johnny went into the house and got his things, while Nicky and I followed, dragging Kimo inside.
“Let’s put him on the sofa. I want to change the bed sheets.”
“I already did,” Kimo whispered. He looked like he was at death’s door.
Nicky and I took him to the bedroom. All the remnants of last night were gone. Johnny and Kimo must have done a clean-up job, saving me the trouble.
Johnny hovered at the door. “I need to talk to you.”
“Go away.”
Nicky took his arm. “We’re going. I’ll make sure he leaves. You need me, you call me, okay?”
I nodded. Kimo lay back on the bed and I took everything off him. I took a good look at the weeping blisters traveling to his hip. They seemed to stop there. I went into the kitchen and found the plates from last night jammed in the sink. I pursed my lips and organized a small tub of iced water.
The house was quiet. My stone. Where was my stone? I felt in my pocket. It wasn’t there. Then I remembered it was in my jacket pocket. I ran to Kimo’s SUV and found it on the floor. The stone was hot. Very hot. So, there was still trouble in paradise.
I brought it in and put it on the windowsill, found a soft cloth and padded back to the bedroom. Another blister had formed on his hip in the short time I’d been away.
Patting him down with the icy towel, I felt his heavy breathing come in short, labored gusts.
“I don’t understand, Kimo. If we’re back together, how come your fever is still raging?”
“Because I wronged you and you haven’t forgiven me.”
My hand paused in its ministering to him. “You were horrible.”
“Yes, I was and I’m sorry, Lopaka. It will never happen again. Now you know I can never cheat on you. Look what happens to me.” He tried to smile, but his lips were cracked. He was dying from the inside out, like a sea drying in the acrid sun.
I kept soaking the towel and squeezing it on him. Nothing was bringing the fever down. His eyes were glossy, but I felt his complete attention on me.
“Lopaka, I am so jealous of what you had with Johnny and I know we had an agreement and I violated that agreement. If you don’t want this anymore I will understand.”
“I love you.”
“Even though I’m an asshole?”
“You’re my asshole.”
“Who will never hurt you like that again.”
“I don’t understand how this magic works.” I kept pressing the cool compress to his hot skin. “How come you and your wife don’t burn up when you’re apart?”
He looked at me again. “I’m not in love with her. It’s not a sacred connection. I feel loyalty to her, but I feel things on a whole other level with you. When I first started training, they told me, the person I was meant to be with, we would have this fire branch between us. I never expected it to be another man. And I never experienced it with anybody until I met you.”
“When did you first feel it?”
“The second I saw you and Johnny together at the dance school in Lahaina.”
I stroked the drenched hair away from his face. Later, I would wash it and comb it, and we would bathe each other.
“Lopaka, I’m so sorry. I love you so much, you have to believe that.”
“I believe it, Kimo. I just never want Johnny’s name mentioned ever again. He’s not ever coming here again. I never want another threesome. Can you live with that?”
He started to sob. “Yes, yes. I’m so sorry.”
“Then I forgive you.” I leaned forward and kissed him. He kissed me back, but there was
little strength in that kiss. I got really worried then.
“You’re not going to die, are you?” I asked.
“You need to get me into an ice bath. Run the cold tap only and throw in all the ice we’ve got in the house.”
I ran to the bathroom and ran the bath tap, ran back to the kitchen and grabbed all the ice in the freezer. There was a big bag full at the bottom. I ripped it open, the ice was like an iceberg.
By the time I got Kimo into it, the ice was starting to melt.
* * * *
I bathed him like a baby for a long time and paid special attention to his entire left side.
“Are you ever going to touch my cock again?” he asked me.
“Yes.” The truth was it had betrayed me. It didn’t feel like mine anymore.
“Of course it’s yours. And it didn’t betray you. I did. Your cock just went along for the ride.”
I put my hand in the water and stroked it. He reacted instantly. I wasn’t going to give him immediate gratification, but he seemed to be okay with that.
“Hold your breath,” I said, pushing his head under the water and he gasped, coming up for air.
“That feels so good. Get in with me, baby.”
“It’s freezing in there.”
“No it’s not. It’s nice. I’ve even melted all the ice. Please, Lopaka, I need to hold you.”
I climbed in, leaning against his stomach. He held me from behind and our cocks bobbed in the water, yearning for each other. Kimo wrapped his arms around me and leaned back. I felt his strength returning and I felt the love flowing between us. Then I remembered sleeping against the tree the night before.
“How did you find me?” I asked.
“It wasn’t easy. I had to tune into you and you were fighting me. I found you when you hit that tree stump. I just couldn’t get to you. These damned blisters started coming up.” His arms tightened around me and I settled back against him. I heard him sigh, then he was asleep.
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