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.
The officer took a deep breath and washed his face with a hand. “I never thought of that. Wow, you just bought your way out of a ticket. Thank you.”
“Thank you, Officer. Good luck.”
“Yeah, you, too. I hope all works well for you and your boyfriend.” They shook.
Dylan drove the speed limit the rest of the way. It stressed him, knowing it would take longer to get to Kimo, but he finally turned into the apartment complex north of Florence where Kimo lived. He was hard again. He knocked, and Kimo answered.
“Hey, bro, you made it. Took long enough.” Kimo pulled him up and kissed. Dylan wrapped his legs around Kimo’s hips. “Brudder, I’m so fucking hard. I need a blow. You up for that?”
“You have to put me down. Can’t reach your little dickie from up here.”
Kimo put him down.
Dylan opened Kimo’s jeans and said, “Wow, pink panties. Awesome. So sexy.”
“Thanks for not making fun of me. I got up the courage to wear them for you. I like to wear panties.”
Dylan pulled them down and engulfed his dick, taking it all the way until it hit his throat. Didn’t take long for Kimo to shoot. He swallowed, stood, and Kimo blew him.
They spent most of the day and a half the visit in bed, eating, and making love again.
“Dylan, I have to tell you something.”
Dylan nodded.
“I’ve been texting here and there with Trooper Sabrina Washburn. We had dinner one night. Fancy, as fancy as one can get up here, and she took me back to her apartment with the pretense of playing Scrabble. I love that game. So, we had a few drinks, and she wanted to take me to bed.”
Nothing was said. Dylan’s heart pounded. His mouth went dry. “That’s okay. I said when you needed a woman, just tell me. I’m not mad you did it with her.”
Kimo pulled him into a tight hug. “I didn’t, bro. I didn’t have sex with her. I said you and I hadn’t talked about it really, and I wanted to be true to you. I do. I’ll give up women for you, Dylan. I love you so much.”
“I don’t want you to give up women. Just tell me when you do it, okay?”
“Seriously?” Kimo hugged him harder, if that were possible. “Sabrina and I are still friends. May I tell her what you said?”
“Yeah, of course. I know you have the hots for her.”
“Yeah, bro, I do, but I have the hots even more for you. I want to be with you forever. I don’t feel that way about her. I like her, but I want to have your babies, not hers.” He kissed Dylan.
* * * *
Another five months passed, and the relationship between Dylan and Kimo simply grew stronger. They began to visit each other every two weeks instead of once a month. They never argued. They disagreed from time to time, but they always worked it out and never with hard feelings.
One visit, Kimo was feeling under the weather, and when Dylan visited, they never had sex. Dylan said, “For better or worse, in sickness and health. I still love you, Kimo. Sex isn’t necessary. It just adds to the love between us.”
“Dylan, you are just too awesome. You’re making me love you more and more. Why don’t we get married? I’m serious, not joking.” Kimo slapped his own face. “Damn, I didn’t want to ask you like that. I wanted to take you out to a fancy restaurant and then walk on the beach and ask you. Sorry.”
“You’ve been thinking about it? Us getting married? I’m speechless.”
Kimo nodded slowly. “Yes. Will you marry me? California and Oregon allow gay marriage.”
Dylan stayed silent. Kimo gripped his hands and waited patiently. Then he bit his lip.
“Kimo, I want to marry you, but I’m so afraid. We haven’t known each other that long. I’m totally convinced I love you now, but what will happen in two years, or five, or ten? Plus, I want children.”
Kimo held Dylan. “I told you I’ll have your babies.”
“I want to adopt, silly. Two, maybe three kids. I’m not into babies, but maybe a kid four, five, or six years old.”
“That’s cool, bro. We can have kids. I had younger siblings. I was cool with that. Who would be the mother?”
“Duh, we’d both be daddy. You’d be Daddy Kimo, and I’d be Daddy D or Daddy Dylan.” He slapped Kimo’s ass. “Where would we live?”
“I’d live with you anywhere, Dylan. Just anywhere you say.”
“You wouldn’t be happy in San Jose. It’s way too big, polluted, expensive, and congested for a simple and naïve Hawaiian boy.” He sat on Kimo’s lap.
“Move to Oregon.”
“I’ve been thinking of that.”
“Seriously?”
“Yes, Kimo, I have. I just didn’t mention it.” They kissed. “Yes, I will marry you, but I want a long engagement to be sure it’s going to work out, okay?”
“Wheeee.” Kimo stood and took Dylan in his arms and twirled in circles. “Way cool, dude. I love you so much. Thank you. You’ve made me happy.” He kissed Dylan.
Dylan squeezed Kimo’s neck. “I love you so much.”