“You didn’t tell her what we did?”
“No. I’m not that brave. I said we shared the bed and you were a nice guy. Oh, get this, she’s twenty-eight years old. I said I want to see her driver’s license because she looks nineteen.” He sighed. “We’re both lonely a lot. She hasn’t made any friends on the coast yet, but she’s only been here a month. She lives in Florence. She asked if I had a girlfriend. I said no.”
“You don’t, do you?”
“No. I told you I don’t. She has no boyfriend. I live north of Florence. She must want me for a boyfriend.” His little-boy smile lit his face.
Dylan pushed his hand through Kimo’s hair, which sent a mild zing through him. “Dude, she has it bad for you. She wants you. She’ll probably fuck you right in the restaurant.”
They ascended the hill to the casino overlooking the river. Despite having four-wheel drive, he had trouble taking the tiny hill. They found Trooper Washburn waiting for them in the lobby, wearing tight slacks and an awesome gold necklace with an eagle emblem. Her hair was down.
Dylan let out a soft groan. “Oh, fuck, she’s hot. I’m gonna turn totally straight.”
Kimo’s gaze fixed on her. She wore a red cowgirl hat, black boots with silver tips, and a purple western shirt. The oval silver buckle of her belt fit into her outfit. A black leather jacket, past her hips, topped it off.
When they closed to greeting-distance, Kimo offered his hand. “Hi, Sabrina. You look awesome.”
She shook his hand and pulled him into a hug. As they broke apart, she brushed his lips with a kiss. She gave the same greeting to Dylan. He blushed. Sabrina rushed behind Kimo, grabbed his shoulders, and jumped on his back. “Forward, Justin, forward.” She pointed, and Kimo obeyed. She laughed.
Dylan queried, “Who’s Justin?”
“He’s the horse of my dreams. My parents wouldn’t let me have one, so I invented one. You guys must understand. You smoke invisible grass, and I have an invisible horse.”
The greeter at the buffet entrance assessed them and obviously lacked a sense of humor. She frowned, not that she needed any more wrinkles on her aged face. “Are all of you sober?”
Sabrina dismounted. “Yes, but drunk people spend more money. We’re just friends having fun. We’ll behave, or you can call the police on us.” She slapped Kimo’s butt. “Booth for three, please.”
The woman obviously tried not to scowl. The trio didn’t bother to sit but rushed toward the feeding troughs.
Back at the booth table, Sabrina put herself between the men. “I’m glad you guys got stranded by the storm and could come play with me today. I’ve only been in the Florence office a month. I don’t want to socialize with cops and haven’t made any friends yet.” Half her plate had different shrimp recipes on it, and the other half had mussels on the half shell. She caught Dylan staring. “I like seafood. So, Dylan, I know all about Kimo. We texted for a hundred hours last night. Tell me about you.”
“Nothing much. I work for an electronics company, I love car trips and extreme weather, oh, yesterday was my birthday. Kimo’s a cool dude, and I’m glad we met so I didn’t have to be stranded alone.”
She reached for his left hand and inspected it. “No ring. Married?”
“Naw. Don’t believe in it. It’s an antiquated institution.”
She stole a glance toward Kimo and then faced Dylan. “Do you have a girlfriend, boyfriend, dogs, cats, kids?”
That did it. Dylan blushed. That sexy blush. “None of those.”
Sabrina’s smile ran away. “I’m sorry. Did that embarrass you in some way?”
“Why’d you ask if I have a boyfriend?”
“I’m in law enforcement. I try never to assume things. I’m sorry.”
The air hung thick with tension. Kimo pushed his empty plate aside. “I’m going for round two. Who’s coming?”
Sabrina shot back. “Not me. I’m not even breathing hard.” And she threw her hands to her face. “Shit, I’m sorry. I only say things like that when I’m drunk.” It was her turn to blush. She buried her face into Dylan’s shoulder.
As Kimo stepped away from the table, Dylan confessed to Sabrina. “I’m bi to the guy side.”
As Kimo returned with a plateful of food, he passed Dylan and Sabrina on their way to the food bays. They seemed like old buds, touching and laughing.
Back at the table, with all of them in a feeding frenzy, Sabrina asked Kimo, “Are you gay, too?”
He swallowed his food. “Sister, I’m Hawaiian. A lot of us are sexual-flexible. I’m into girls, but I’ve played for the other team, too. No big deal. What about you?”
“I’m one hundred percent into guys.”
Dylan teased. “And horses.”
Sabrina narrowed her eyes and smirked. “Are you implying something sexual? If you are, I’ll give you your birthday spanks here.”
The guys traded glances. Dylan bowed his head. “I’m sorry. Please don’t spank me in public.” He paused, lifted his head, and grinned. “Kimo will be jealous.”
Kimo cackled, “Bro, that was mean.”
Sabrina squeezed the back of their necks. “You guys are cool and make me laugh. I have to be so stoic on duty.”
Kimo rested his hand on her shoulder, figuring that’s as far as he’d get with her. Lunch was about over. His hand slid down her back until it thumped on something hard under her coat. She moved his hand to her lap. “Is that what I think it is?”
“I always carry a gun with me. You just never know when shit is gonna happen.” She kissed his cheek. “I’m ready to get out of here. How about you guys?”
She paid the bill, and Kimo teased himself that he’d have to put out for her since she took him to lunch.
When they got outside, the snow had stopped but more threatened. She asked, “How about a beach walk? I have a whole day to kill, that is, if you’re free.”
The guys nodded, followed her, and they walked on a secluded beach. The weather cooperated with just a mild breeze. She hooked arms with the guys. They walked the beach and chatted.
Sabrina confessed, “I got in trouble in Portland. My supervisors found out I had a party.”
Dylan squeaked, “You can’t have parties?”
She pulled them closer with her arms still hooked to them. “They didn’t like the kind I had. There were about twenty people there, but I had four guys stay. I wanted to fuck four guys at one time.” She sighed and glanced to each of them as though awaiting disapproval.
Kimo’s cock tingled. He defended her. “Everyone has stuff they like to do.”
“My grandfather died six months before. I got to read his diary. It had many regrets of things he didn’t do. He encouraged the family to stop being afraid and fulfill our hearts’ desires, including sexual desires. In his diary, he wrote he was a little bisexual but never acted on it for fear of disapproval.”
Dylan moaned. “That’s why I took this trip. I just wanted to do it.”
Sabrina went on. “I won’t go into all the details, but I loved it, and so did the guys, but some of them had big mouths and other people have old-fashioned attitudes. If a guy did that with four women, he’d be a stud. I was called a whore. They wanted to fire me. To avoid a legal fight, I volunteered to take an assignment here on the coast.” They were quiet and scanned the ocean and its cleansing waves. “I’m not ashamed of what I did. There’s nothing wrong with it. I don’t want to repeat it. I’m really only interested in one good boyfriend.” She stopped and looked them in the eyes. “I’m not into bi guys. Sorry, but I can compete with girls, but I can’t fight a guy’s cock. I respect how you guys are, but, well—”
Dylan asked. “Are you into girls?”
“Nope. I love cocks and balls.”
Dylan smirked. “Me, too.”
She raked her hand through his hair. “Totally?”
“No, mostly. I’ve done it with girls. In freshman year of college, I got seduced by a senior. She used me for six months, showed me off. I
liked it. She was sexy, and I’d think of her a lot. I’ve been with a few others, but prefer men.” He repeated Sabrina’s words. “I’m not ashamed of myself. There’s nothing wrong with it.”
On the way back, the heavy snow returned. At one point, they sang, “Lions and tiger and bears, oh, my!”
At the beach parking lot, she invited them. “How about coming to my place? Nice little garage apartment in town. Since I got you guys wet, it’s my duty to dry you. How about it?”
Kimo loved the idea of spending more time with her. He felt comfortable in her space. He wondered if Dylan would feel out of place, but he agreed.
They followed her to an older home in town with a separate garage and an apartment above. As they rushed to it, hail pelted them but failed to diminish their spirits. They laughed at it.
* * * *
The guys followed Sabrina to her apartment in Dylan’s car. Inside, they took their wet coats off. Sabrina jumped on Kimo with her legs around his waist and arms trapping his neck. She kissed his forehead. His hands held her ass. While still on him, she grabbed Dylan’s shirt and reeled him close. She planted her lips to his cheek.
“I just need for you guys to know we’re not having sex. Sorry.” She added, “You guys better get out of those wet things.”
Dylan stripped to his wet, bright yellow form-fitting briefs, which easily outlined his hard cock. “I understand, but he doesn’t. Just ignore him.” He looked down and whispered, “It’s been a few years since I’ve been with a girl. You…are…so…fucking…sexy.”
Kimo only opened his shirt, and when he removed his pants, he was hard, too.
She cranked up the thermostat to make the room warmer. “Sorry, guys.” She retrieved a robe for Dylan and sweats for Kimo. She grabbed all the clothes and put them in the dryer. She put on music and gave them all beers. “So, may I ask, I know you two just met yesterday, but did you two do it?”
Dylan nodded. “I fucked Kimo for almost forever. His ass was so tight, I loved it.”
Sabrina caught her mouth hanging open. “Awesome.”
Dylan had a moment of bravery. “Sabrina, you are a very sexy lady. I would like to do it with you. I know Kimo would, too.” He bit his lip and finished his beer.
She said, “That part of me is gone. I’m so sorry. Did I lead you on?”
“No, not in any way, but I wanted to ask. All is good. I respect you and your wishes. I had the wish, and I wanted to ask, otherwise I’d regret it for a long time.”
A while later, the dryer buzzed, and she gave them their clothes. They dressed.
Kimo said, “Dylan, I think it’s time to head back. I’m concerned about the snow. We might not make it to the motel.” They looked out the window at the huge snowflakes falling again. Snow covered everything.
Sabrina hugged the guys and bestowed cheek kisses on them. “You guys are so cool. Thanks for going to lunch, walking the beach, and coming here. I was sort of lonely.” She smiled like an angel.
They said their goodbyes and got into Dylan’s car. He drove slow, enjoying the snow, and then he put a hand on Kimo’s groin. “Ah, I thought you were still hard.”
Kimo did the same. “So are you, bro.”
Dylan hunched. “I need to use the bathroom to jack off.” He stared straight ahead.
“Brudder, that’s so lame. You know I’ll fuck you.”
Chapter 8
Back in the motel room, Kimo set about starting a fire in the wood stove. There was a full pile of wood, and he figured the staff brought it in. He kept stealing glances at Dylan, who rested on the couch, reading his book. As the fire came to life, Kimo lit candles in jars around the room, turned the lights off, took Dylan’s book from his hand, and straddled him.
“Bro, I am so horny, I need sex.”
Dylan pulled him close for a long and deep kiss with tongue. “Me, too. Fuck me.”
“Then you’ll fuck me, right?” He got off and cradled Dylan in his arms and carried him to bed, just like earlier.
Dylan was quick to make himself naked, and his hard, leaking cock throbbed. Kimo took less than a minute to remove all his clothes, and he joined Dylan on the bed. They went into sixty-nine, sucking each other.
After a while, Kimo said, “I wish Sabrina was here to watch us. It surprised me she wasn’t into bi guys or multiples any more. I was sure she’d want us.”
“Yeah, she’s sexy. I’d do her.”
They went back to sucking, and Kimo took Dylan deep and the cock head hit his throat, making Dylan moan. They sucked more, but Dylan couldn’t take as much as Kimo did. Kimo’s cock was just frigging huge.
Kimo stood and stroked his dick. “Dylan, I need it so bad. Can I fuck you first?”
“Sure. What position?”
“You on your back.” He got lube and put a rubber on and then threw a copious amount of lube to Dylan’s ass. He put a pillow under Dylan’s hips and spread his legs and lifted his knees.
“Don’t split me into two, okay? Go in easy.”
Kimo moaned, got in position, and pretty much rammed his cock in.
“Ooooow. Dude, I said go easy.”
“Sorry, brudder, I’m too horny. Can I fuck you?”
Dylan grinned and said, “Just give my ass a minute to adjust to that horse cock.”
Kimo waited, and when Dylan nodded, he took up a fucking motion. “I can’t last long. My dick has been hard most of the day.”
“Maybe someday we can do it bareback.”
“Oh, brudder, that would be awesome.” He tensed, grunted, and shot his wad, holding still with his dick balls deep. He leaned down and kissed Dylan. “Sorry, bro, but now that I came, I don’t want it in my ass anymore.” He rolled off and away with his back to Dylan.
Dylan jumped on him. “You are an asshole, but don’t worry, I’ll fuck you good.” They grinned and kissed. “I know you want it.”
“Dylan, you’re so smart and cool. I want to have your babies.”
Dylan laughed, got a rubber on, and lubed it and Kimo’s ass.
“It’s okay to hurt me, bro.”
Dylan drove in fast and deep and took up a quick fuck routine, driving his hips into Kimo’s ass with each stroke.
“Yes, oh, yes, I love it. No woman can do this.”
“She can if she pegs you.”
“Never had that, but I’d try.”
Dylan leaned down as he worked Kimo’s ass and bit his back.
“Damn, I like that, too. You’re a great lover, Dylan. I love you.” And he meant it.
* * * *
“I love you, too. Ohhhhhhh, damn!” Breathing hard, Dylan came with thunder in his ears and colored lights behind his closed eye lids. He stayed still for a few moments before pulling out. As he dismounted, the clock radio went black. “Dude, we lost electricity again.”
They got out of bed. Kimo put more wood in the stove. “Take a shower with me?”
Dylan grinned. “My pleasure.” He ran the water, and it was hot by the time Kimo entered the bathroom with only a candle in a jar to light them. They got in under the hot water and hugged. “I meant that I loved you, Kimo. You are very special. I feel a connection to you, like we belong together. I know, that’s something a girl would say.”
Kimo wrapped his arms tight around Dylan. “Yeah, a girl would say that, and that’s what makes it special when you said it. I feel a connection with you. Maybe we knew each other in a prior life, or maybe it’s a case of synchronicity.”
“I don’t know what it is, but I don’t want it to end after we get out of Florence. I can move here.”
“What would you do for work?”
They washed each other.
Dylan said, “I don’t know, but I can find something somewhere.”
“But would you be happy?”
“Kimo, I’d be happy as long as I’m with you.”
“No, brudder, you have to be happy in your job. You don’t want to move too quick. What if we don’t hit it off long-term?”
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p; Dylan dropped the bar of soap and hugged Kimo. “I want to be with you. I understand if you need some pussy now and again. You don’t have to sneak. Just tell me.”
“You’re so frigging sweet.” Kimo picked up the soap and finished washing them. They washed off and toweled each other. Then they climbed into bed naked with the curtains open and watched the snow. The flakes fell lightly but piled up even more, and they cuddled with the comforter pulled over them.
Dylan rested his head in the crook of Kimo’s shoulder.
Kimo ran his hands through Dylan’s hair. “I love your short hair.”
“I love you doing that.”
They chatted about life and their growing up years. Kimo said he always felt different, and at sixteen, he accepted he was bisexual.
Dylan said he was fourteen. He heard his parents talking about something in the news, and he did some Internet research and immediately went to his parents and announced he was bi. They just accepted it.
“Yeah, bro, like I said, in Hawaii, there’s a lot of gay and bisexual stuff. No big deal. No one cares. We just accept it.”
The electricity came back on, and Dylan jumped from the bed to make some microwave popcorn. A few minutes later, the electricity failed again. “Good thing for the wood stove. I love fire. When I get my own house someday, I want a wood stove.”
“That sounds cool, man.” They fed each other popcorn and cuddled. “Dylan, you’re the first guy I’ve been with who cuddles after sex.”
“That’s because you’re not just a fuck bud, you’re a lover.” They kissed tenderly.
Kimo told Dylan how to add wood to the stove, and he stocked it well. They fell asleep hugging and woke at two A.M. The fire was out, and they made slow love, returning to sleep with Kimo spooning Dylan.
The next morning, the guys lounged in bed, watching the snow still falling and gathering.
“Kimo, do you know what serendipity is?”
“What, you think this hot and sexy Hawaiian boy don’t know your fancy words?” He laughed and kissed Dylan. “Yeah, bro, I was thinking of that very word last night at dinner. I think that’s what brought us together. I feel a connection with you.”
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