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 pants 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.