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Call me Jeff. I'm not physically a young man anymore, but the 40 year old inside of me has to make do with this much older body. I'm on my front porch drinking my breakfast and reminiscing over an old photo album. Friends suggested I digitize my memories but I won't. Holding a tablet isn't the same as holding a glossy Kodak print, and kissing a plasma screen just isn't the same thing.
There's a guy coming up the walk, I'm not expecting anyone or anything. "Good morning, stranger! What brings you over this way?"
"People can me Ron," he said, " My legal name is Ronin, but it sounds too much like a Star-Trek species."
"You the folks who bought the Davis Place? (Ron nods) Thought so. I've seen your son, I guess your son, driving a red Triumph convertible around here. I say your son, because he looks just like you. Except he's got a little more hair on top and little bit less belly tucked under his belt. Don't get me wrong... "
"That was damn rude of me going on like that and not introducing myself. I'm Jeff, Jefferson Pyke, but I don't like Jefferson. As I was saying, don't get me wrong, you're a good looking man, Ron, but your kid is a damn good looker, reminds me of myself when I was his age. I guess he's 19. (Ron nods again) I knew it, I'm pretty good and aging young men. I kind of had to be."
"You`re looking pretty good yourself, Jeff. What are you, sixty-something?"
"Very polite, thank you, but I'm not in my 60's. I'm not even pushing 70 anymore, I'm solidly there. I'm out here drinking my breakfast and doing some reminiscing. I haven't had a breakfast I could chew since my mother stopped cooking for me when I went to college. Then it was protein shakes, two of them, I burned a lot of calories in college. Today it's a double shot of Jack Daniels, neat. Could I get you one?
"Thanks, Jeff, but I shouldn't."
"What do you mean you shouldn't, it doesn't break any legal of moral laws. What you just said to me, Ron, is that you do want a drink, but saying that makes you feel less guilty about it. How about I get you just a finger or so, that's not too irresponsible."
"Here you go, Ron. Yes, my glass was near empty when I went in, what's your point. Do you want to look at some pictures with an old man? I know you have lots of other things to do on a Saturday morning."
"Actually Jeff, I don't. My wife and daughter are attending her sister's wedding. I'll beat you to it. I'm not there because she's marrying a guy that I had an ugly falling out with about ten years ago. We tried to patch I up but it just got uglier. Ronnie, my son, he's just Ron not Ronin, is off on college tours this weekend with his girlfriend. I've got a honey-do list at home, but if it's a honey-didn't list on Sundy night I won't be too upset."
"I don't like pussy footin' around at my age, but I don't like stepping on toes either. If you don't mind, how do the social winds blow for you, Ron."
"I've got nothing to hide, I'm as socially liberal as they come, but I am a fiscal conservating. Politically I'm really nothing. I support the man or the woman, not the party. I'm a Libertarian, that means I don't want anybody telling me what to do."
"Sound like you and me have got a lot in common, Ron."
"Grab a seat on this couch next to me and I'll tell you about my college graduation trip to Hawaii. That was fifty years ago. That's me Ron, on the wrestling team in college."
"Damn, Jeff, Ronnie Jr. doesn't look anywhere near as buff as that. And in that that singlet you don't have any secrets. Unless you've got a pair of sweat socks stuffed in there, you were a nicely hung young man. I assume it's all still in your jockies."
"Pretty much, Ron, a little worse for wear but still there."
This is me at graduation. I'm only twenty. Most grads are 21 or 22, by accident of birth and skipping a grade on the way up I was the youngest in my graduating class. My parents had promised to take me to Hawaii for my graduation/21st birthday. They were even going to bring my girlfriend along. Things didn't work out as planned. First, my girlfriend dumped me. Someone told her that I had been having sex with guys while I was dating her. I told her I did, but I was her boyfriend and had had more sex with her than anyone. Ginny was a really sweet girl most of the time, but cross her and she could outswear a sailor. She called me everything in the book, "Jefferson (she said that on purpose), I can't trust you, you're a damn fucking faggot. Why did I waste the best years of my life on you." My next move pushed me beyond any hope of recovery. I laughed and said, "Shit Ginny, your only 18. If your best years are gone we have nothing to look forward to." She shrieked and turned livid. She took off my class ring and threw it. I tried to tell her I was sorry, she wasn't listening.
"I looked at you carefully when I admitted I had experience with gay sex, you didn't bat an eye."
"Jeff, just between you and me, I'm no stranger to having sex with men."
"The ugly break up?
"Yes, among others. Please don't share that."
"Who do I have to tell, not that I ever would."
Getting Virginia's ass out of my life wasn't the only snafu. A week before we were set to leave, my mom's father had a heart attack. Two days later my dad's mother had a stroke. They said they couldn't go with me to Hawaii. I told them it was okay, we'd go some other time. My folks said no, you're going now, Jeff, put it down and you'll never pick it up again. Then they told me that everything for the trip was already paid for and nonrefundable. Their airfare they got back for hardship, they couldn't cancel mine. It's use it or lose it, son, and we want you to use it."
Then my dad handed me an envelope. I opened it. There was a dark blue plastic card that said CHASE on it and Jefferson A. Pyke in embossed silver letters. "Is this real, Dad. Is it mine?"
"It's real, son. It's ours, but it's real. You'll need it since you won't have me to pay the bills for you."
I threw my arms around him and said, "Oh thank you, dad, thank you, thank you thank you."
Doesn't your mom get some of that? I hugged mom too. Her I kissed.
This is me with my folks at the airport in Dallas.
"Wow, Jeff, Ronnie isn't the only one who looks like his dad. You two could be brothers."
"Dad was only 18 years older than me, he and mom got married in high school. They never said it, but I'm pretty sure they had to. I had an uncle who told stories."
Dad had gone way out for us, six hours in First Class. It was sweet. The pilot announced on the speaker that "Mr. Jefferson Pyke in First Class is celebrating his 21st birthday with us." The whole damn plane, all of it, sang Happy Birthday to me. They even gave me a cake, no candles.
The flight attendant passed out lei's to everyone in first class before landing, it smelled like a Spring garden in there. We arrived in Kahului, Maui, Hawaii Around 2:00 in the afternoon. I was met at the gate by a representative of the hotel in island wear. She greeted me In Hawaiian, saying a lot more than Aloha, and giving me a second lei. My bags were being picked up and taken to the hotel for me. Dad done good. I picked up a small book called "Pocket Hawaiian" on the way out of the airport. By the time I got to my room, I had one more lei. I remember getting a little heady from the scent. I expected a suite, but dad was able to downgrade the reservation to a basic room. Fine by me, I wasn't going to use it anyway. I was going to Hana.
The next morning, I grabbed breakfast then packed my knapsack for the trip. I was taking the tour bus to Hana, but I was hiking back! There were four people standing outside waiting for the bus to pick us up. A young man about my age came up to me and started talking. "I guess you're staying here." I nodded. "Do you have any plans for tonight?"
I said I had. He continued, "Are you staying here long?"
"Just today." I answered. I guess I seemed like I was being aloof, but I was reading my "Pocket Hawaiian" when he approached me.
"My name's Jeremy, Do you want to ride with me, they'll pair us up if we don't pair ourselves."
"Sounds good to me," I said. "My name's Jeff." It did sound good too. Skinny people and Hawaiian tourism don't have a big overlap, but with Jeremy it did. He was tall, maybe 6'4" but lanky. There would be plenty of room in our seat row. When the bus arrived, I grabbed my back pack. Jeremy asked if I wasn't traveling a little heavily for an all-inclusive day tour.
"I'm staying in Hana, I'm not coming back on the tour."
"Do you want some company?" Now I knew I was being hit on for sure.
"That would be great, Jeremy, but it won't work. I'm only in Hana one night, then I'm hiking back to Kahului early in the morning before it gets too hot."
"Whoa!" is all he said.
I thought there would be a lot of room, but his bare leg and mine were in contact most of the time regardless of who had the aisle seat. I guess I asked for it by telling him I'd like his company if I could.
There was plenty of room on the bus to change seats, but if I moved he moved. It was a nice trip and we became friends as much as two young men can in four hours.
Jeremy said, "Put your pack on your lap."
"Why?"
"Just do it, Jeff."
No sooner did I pick it up than Jeremy had his hand in my crotch, wiggling down the zipper. He was having fun and so was I. He had gotten my cock out and it was very happy. Then we heard...
"Ladies and gentlemen we will be stopping here for twenty minutes, Pa'iloa Beach, to see the famous black sands of Maui. Please do not take a sample home with you. It's illegal."
I couldn't stand up. My rock hard cock was sticking seven fat inches out my fly.
"I'll stay here with you, Jeff. I'd actually like to. With nobody else but us on the bus, we both can have a lot more fun with that."
It was hard to turn him down, but I did. "No Jeremy, that's one of the big things on this tour, I'll see it tomorrow."
Jeremy got up and smiling said, as he left, "There are more big things on this tour than I expected."
"Are you coming, Mr. Pyke?"
"Not yet," I answered. I'm sure he didn't get the double entendre.
I was alone on the bus with a raging boner. I had to get back in my pants inconspicuously. Not likely. I closed my eyes and thought of Mrs. Groeber, my seventh-grade teacher. Older than dirt, she wore blazing red lipstick, poorly applied. Had a large hairy mole on her cheek, smelled like too old fish, had a perpetual itchy pussy, and spat when she talked to you. You never wanted to cross her. She'd berate you and give you a shower .
My big guy quickly became my little guy and slid back into my fly.
"This is a picture of Jeremy getting back on the bus, Ron"
"Wow, can he stand up on the bus?"
"Just barely."
"Did you put him away, Jeff?" asked Jeremy.
"Yes, and he's going to stay there. Hana's only a couple miles down the road anyway."
"Damn," said Jeremy," I should have stayed on the bus."
When we got to Hana, the bus dropped me at my hotel, The Breakers. That was nice of them. I said good bye to Jeremy, and bending over to get my backpack I kissed him.
"I'll remember this, Jeff" he said, "all of this."
I checked into my room, slipped into a navy-blue bikini. Yeah, the basket was full, but I intended that. I grabbed a big lunch at the pool buffet. It was really good, lots of pork barbecue, grilled fish, hot and cold rice, plenty of fresh and cooked fruit and sweet potatoes and lots of tropically flavored desserts; but some was not so good, the octopus I didn't try and Poi. It's an acquired taste I was told; why anyone would want to acquire it I don't know.
I finished and rested by the pool in a deck chair. I wanted to get in the ocean but I was too damn full.
A pair of very strong hands grabbed my shoulders and began kneading the muscles. I turned my head and looked up at an incredible handsome Hawaiian. "Enjoying your complimentary massage, sir?"
"Feels wonderful, but why am I the only one getting one?"
"Because It's not complements of Kahi Poi, it's complements of Kimo."
"What is Kahi Poi. What is Kimo?"
"Kahi Poi is the hotel, The Breakers. I am Kimo, Jimmy if you prefer."
"I'll call you Kimo, I'm trying to learn some Hawaiian.' I said, showing him my book. My name is Jeff ."
"I can't call you that, sir. What is your family name?" It's Pyke, Kimo, but I don't like that, or sir."
"I can entertain another guest if you choose."
"I'd like that even less."
"What is your family name, Kimo? "
"I'd tell you, but you couldn't pronounce it. It means steadfast champion."
"Are you a steadfast champion, Kimo?"
"So I've been told," he said, winking.
"Would you like a beverage. Mr. Pyke.?"
"Geeze, Mr. Pyke, I don't like that. Yes, how do you say beer in Hawaiian, Kimo?"
"You've got your book, look it up."
"I want to hear you say it, so I know how to pronounce it."
"Pia."
"I would like a Pia, Kimo, if you please."
"Any particular type or brand, Mr. Pyke."
"Whatever you like."
"Are you sure?"
"Absolutely!"
"Maui Momi it is, sir."
Kimo got up to leave, I watched him as he walked to the bar. He moves with the sexual stealth of a Bengal Tiger or a panther. Kimo is a big man, but beautifully big.
"This is me and Kimo, Ron. He's wider than me and more muscular, but we line up exactly. You can see we're shoulder to shoulder, hip to hip and knee to knee"
"Was that important, Jeff."
"Very!"
Kimo has the scrumptious caramel colored skin of an Hawaiian. His right arm is covered with tattoos but none on his left. I don't know if he's moving on me or not, I hope he is.
"Your Maui Momi, Mr. Pyke."
"I don't need the glass, Kimo."
"Excuse me sir, but you do."
He sat on my chaise next to my leg and poured the beer in the glass, the beer was almost black, and handed it to me.
The glass had an odd shape for a beer, kind of like a football, tall but fat. The glass had on it in gold, "Maui Momi" and "The beer you don't drink, you make love to!".
"Make love to?" I laughed
"Yes," said Kimo, "Maui Momi is right up there with giving head."
"Maui Momi is no ordinary beer, it's made with toasted coconut and is aged in old whiskey and brandy barrels. You don't drink, Maui Momi, you savor it like a fine wine. Take your glass, I'll lead you though the pleasure."
Oh geeze, did that sound good! My balls ached. "Why is it black?
"Technically it's a porter, but saying that is like saying a Wagyu ribeye is a steak."
"Savor the aroma, then take a small amount into your mouth, more than a sip, less than a swallow full, and hold it in your mouth." I did. "Now let if flow back and forth across your tongue until it drains down your throat by itself. Then repeat."
Maui Momi is like no beer I'd ever had. It has tastes of coffee and chocolate. You get a hint of charred wood, I guess from the barrels. It's sweet but not syrupy. I guess it gets that from the coconut, but it doesn't taste coconutty." It has an earthy aroma, like moist peat, but a subtle floral hint.
"That's pretty strong, sir." Said Kimo,"Drink two of those and you're one beer shy a six-pack of conventional beers."
Kimo was sitting next to me. His right butt cheek was damn near on my leg and his hand was between my legs right up against the inside of my thigh. Between quaffs I asked him, "Kimo, how is it you can't call me Jeff, but you can sit there and feel me up in this lounge chair."
"Does it bother you?"
"Yes, but in a good way. Don't stop."
"I thought you were enjoying it. Ears are much more likely to betray me than eyes."
"Do you think that maybe later you can call me Jeff when there aren't so many people around.?"
"Yes, Jeff," (he actually said it.) "and I'll call you a lot of other things that you won't find in that little book of yours"
"Are you feeling good, Mr. Pyke."
"With a healthy dose of Kimo and Maui Momi, I'm very happy."
"I can tell, Jeff." (He said it again!). "That bikini is feeling happy too."
"I've got to get to work. I'll be back, it should take you about twenty minutes to finish that."
He stood, picked my Pocket Hawaiian book up and opened it. Then he said something to me in my ear I didn't understand. "Look it up," he said, handing me my book with a piece of paper in it.
I said. "Mahalo, Aloha!" He smiled a big smile. I opened the book, the paper was a small leaflet with a picture of the beer I had , the oral sex reference, and instructions like Kimo gave me on how to consume it. I looked in my book where he'd marked it, Holy Shit!
I finished the Maui Momi and knew I had consumed more than one beer. The ocean can wait I said to myself, nodding off.
I felt a hand rousting me and heard a voice whisper, "Are you okay, Jeff."
"Fine Kimo, just sleeping off the beer.."
"How long are you going to be in Hana, Jeff?"
"I know you looked me up, Kimo"
"Yes, smart ass, sir. I know your leaving the hotel tomorrow, when are you leaving Hana?"
"Tomorrow morning, I'm hiking back to Kahului."
"That's a hell of a push, fifty miles, could be a real killer."
"I'm giving myself six days, even if I don't need all of them, Kimo."
"Good planning, Walk in the morning and evening and rest during the heat of the sun, there are a hundred neat places to do that."
"Come with me, haole, I want to show you something. "
"I got up and said, "I know I'm haole, Kimo, but what are you?"
"Kimo is Kanaka."
"Why did you say it like that?"
"It's the way. Do you want to walk on the beach with me tonight, Jeff?"
"What is there to do on the beach at night?"
"Me," said Kimo. "Are you okay with that?"
"More than okay, do we have to wait? Why not now?"
"Too many people, no privacy, and we'll need privacy."
"Tonight it will be totally dark and no one but us will be here. Anyone out tonight will be at the luau that they're setting up on the beach down there. Come out here tonight and walk on to the sand and I'll meet you. Wear something on your feet (you don't want a cut before a hike) and little else. You won't be wearing it long anyway."
I couldn't believe what I was hearing, but I heard it. Walking back to the hotel I asked Kimo, "Do you stay at the hotel?"
"Sometimes, Jeff. Sometimes I stay with my mother, and some nights with my girlfriend."
"Girlfriend? I thought you were gay."
"I didn't say that."
"Then what is all this about?"
"Hawaiians, hoa nui." I looked at him questioningly. "Hoa nui, good friend, Hawaiians enjoy sharing the joy of life with others through hula (dance), luau (party) and pili pili (sex). Gender, same or different, is irrelevant."
"Do you have a boyfriend, Kimo?"
"I have several men who are friends but no boyfriends."
"Do you pili pili with them?"
"All the time," he said laughing.
Kimo said aloha for now. "Be out at the beach around 8:00, the sky will still have a little light, but it will be dark down here because we are in the shadow of the volcano." He said pointing to Haleakala.
I walked out on to the beach just as Kimo told me. A voice called out, but I didn't see anyone. "Aloha, lepi."
Then he stepped into the dim light from the hotel. I wasn't prepared for this. Clothed he was amazing, now nearly naked he was literally breath-taking."
"Lepi?" I asked.
"Lepi is your name," said Kimo.
"Lepi means Jeff?"
"Lepi, it's just the closest way that Jeff that can be said in Hawaiian. We have no J sound and no f."
He was wearing a island print malo, a Hawaiian breech cloth that I saw in my book, a flower lei, and nothing else.
he handed me a large green coconut with the top cut off. " Drink this, it will relax you."
Somewhat skeptical I said, "No thanks, I'm fine."
"You 'll feel better once you drink it." He assured me it wasn't a drug, just damiana (a flower leaf) in coconut water. He took a big swallow himself then gave it back to me. I took a drink. Not bad, mildly floral, citrusy and coconutty. I took another swallow. Kimo finished it and threw the coconut shell into the surf. Putting his hand on my abs just below my belly button, he said, "It takes a few minutes, it will start here. Kimo took off his lei, put it on me and doubled it around my neck to rest on my shoulders. He did it so deliberately, it was like a coronation. Then he unbuttoned my shirt and let it fall off my shoulders to the sand. A warmth began spreading from my gut throughout my body. Shortly I was naked, totally comfortable and hungry for Kimo's body. I felt I could fuck him all night. It was the closest thing to an aphrodisiac I ever had. I unwrapped his malo and let it drop. We were both together naked, close enough to feel each other's body heat and breath.
Kimo took a knee in front of me, cupped my balls and gripped my cock. "What do you call those, Kimo?"
He squeezed my nuts, "These are eke." Firmly gripping, my cock as it began to stiffen, "This is ule'." Hawaiian is a very descriptive language, instead of having a specific word for something we often say what it is like. "The ule can be called a tree root or a lone octopus tentacle, the ball sack is likened to a breadfruit or the bulge in a fishnet. Ule and eke, will serve you well. Every Hawaiian man knows what they mean. He kissed my glans with wet lips and said "Ule `nui." I now knew what that meant, "great cock!"
Kimo picked me up like I weighed nothing and laid me on a beach towel spread in the sand among some palms and brush. The sand was hot earlier, but now it was about my body temperature. All I could feel was the pressure of the sand against my back and butt. He laid on top of me in a perfect full body kiss, nipples to nipples, navel to navel, nuts to nuts and knees to knees. About 180 lbs. of Kimo was stretched across my body. Heavy, but not oppressively so. You've seen a hula, with powerful legs, hips and arms moving in rhythmic, coordinated gyrations, that's what he did on top of me. His whole body moved, but not as one, wherever his body contacted mine it moved, but not as one man. I didn't know what to expect, sometimes he would move very slowly, at others very quickly and spasmodically. He would rub his chest slowly across mine, nipples brushing nipples, while his hips drove into my groin rapidly and hard. Most of the time we tongue wrestled, hungrily.
"I'm going to cum, Kimo."
"Do it, I will soon. "
I did, while he kept up his hula fuck. He came, but didn't miss a beat., The only way I knew he did was because his hot seed spilled on my abs, spreading out between us lubricating his still moving body against mine. He must have fucked me like that for more than hour. I came two more times. It was so wet and sticky between us I don't know how often he came.
I had never had sex like that and for that long. I was weak and trembling from head to foot.
"Have you had enough of Kimo yet," he asked?
"That's not possible, Kimo, but we have to stop before you kill me."
He laughed and rolled off me. With the weight of his body gone, cool ocean air raced into my lungs. It was dizzying. My body drenched with our sweat felt chilled in the evening breeze. He raised me to my feet and led me into the surf.
"Can I take this off, Kimo?" I said raising the lei, looking much the worse for wear.
"Never remove a lei in the presence of the kane or wahini who gave it to you. Since I put it on you, I can take it off." He slipped it over my head and tossed it into the surf. Then he picked up a handful of sand and scrubbed the cum off our bodies. The rough grit drove my glans crazy. Kimo , could tell but kept doing it.
He had brought towels for us and clothes for himself, he couldn't go back to the hotel wearing just his malo. We walked hand in hand back to the hotel. As we neared the lights, he stopped and kissed me , saying, "Mahalo, hoa," "Mahalo nui," I answered.
As we approached the hotel, Kimo said, "I've checked the weather for the next few days, Jeff, it will be absolutely ideal for your purpose. It is Maui, but it is going to be mild for us and breezy. You won't die in the heat and humidity."
"That sounds wonderful, Kimo, but that's not what they said on TV this morning in Kahului."
"Kimo asked the people who really know, not those who think they know."
"Can we share a goodbye hug, Jeff?"
"Is it okay for two men?"
"When will you realize you're in Hawaii, hugs are okay between anyone in Hawaii, anywhere, anytime, and a kiss on the cheek."
We did hug, perhaps longer and harder than is socially appropriate in public, and our kiss wasn't on the cheek.
Back in my room, I should have showered but I didn't. I still had the smell of the sea and Kimo's musk on my body, I didn't want to wash that off with "hard milled plumeria soap" (That's what it said on the wrapper.)
I turned off the air conditioner and opened the patio door to let the sea breeze in. Short of going back on the beach, this was how I made the evening's pleasure last into the night, I wasn't with Kimo, but Kimo was with me. I lay naked on the bed, the happy noises of the luau continued into the night. Memories of Kimo, especially but not only the sex, the luau outside, and excitement about tomorrow made me think I wouldn't sleep well. I was wrong."
I had a light breakfast than walked out to the fresh morning air outside the hotel.
"Aloha Nui, Lepi."
I answered, "Ku'u hoaloha, Kimo." He smiled a broad Hawaiian grin with those shiny white teeth that had marked my neck and shoulders last night.
"What brings you out here this morning, Kimo?"
"I thought I'd go for a walk. To Pa'iloa beach maybe, if I can walk with you."
"That would be really great, Kimo. I can't think of anything I'd like better. Well, that's a lie, but we can't do that again on the road back to Kahului." Kimo winked and had a bit of an evil smirk on his face.
"I'm looking forward to seeing Pa'iloa. I didn't get to see it on the way to Hana."
"Every tour stops there! Yours didn't?"
"It stopped, but I didn't get off the bus. It's a story I'll tell you on the way."
Kimo pulled two large green coconuts from under a Maui Red Ixora bush. There was a sign posted, I don't know an Ixora from a rose. He handed me one of the coconuts.
"Same stuff as last night?" Kimo nodded. "Are we going down to the beach and fuck again? I don't think I have time."
"It's not just for sex, it's good to bolster your spirits and stamina for any venture. It's just some leaves of the Damiana plant mulled in coconut water. It's not an aphrodisiac unless you want it to be, kind of like Hawaiian Viagra.' We both laughed.
As we started our hike, I told Kimo about Jeremy and the incident on the bus.
"I know you have nui loha ule (a very big cock,) Jeff, but for all that time we spent last night neither of us saw the other ku ka ule, with a boner."
"Would be nice if we could do something about that, Kimo."
"I plan to."
He pulled some dark green leaves out of his pocket, "Chew on these for a while."
I recognized the taste, it's what was infused in the coconut water. "Damiana?" I asked. Kimo nodded.
"I thought you said it doesn't work."
"Not what I said, hoa aloha, I said it doesn't work unless you want it to. Do you want it to?"
"Pili pili?" I asked. Kimo nodded again. "Oh boy do I want it to!"
We could see the Pa'iloa black sand beach before we saw the park entrance.
"We turn here, Jeff."
As we neared the park office I looked around. "There at least a dozen cars here, Kimo. How are we going to fuck on the black sand beach?"
"We're not, and you wouldn't want to anyway. It's not really sand like we had in Hana, it's mostly pulverized volcanic pumice. Fun to walk in, but not a place to throw a beach blanket. And certainly not something you'd want to rub your ass in. Do you see those rocks over there, that's Puku'ulua Point. Were, going to walk around it and half way to the Hana airstrip, there we'll strip too."
We walked barefoot across the lava beach. I guess it's technically a beach, but like nothing I ever walked on. Unlike walking on sand, your feet sink into it about two inches. It feels like fine sandpaper on your feet. I'm sure it does a great job of exfoliating dry skin. Crossing most of the rocks of Puku'ulua Point , the black sand beach was no longer visible, and neither was anyone else. "How much further, Kimo? This stuff is beginning to work. "
"I can see that."
"Is it working for you, Kimo?'
"Yes, but I can control my hoa pili uuku, my little fuck buddy, you apparently can't. It's not far, maybe ten minutes."
"We're here. No one's going to disturb us, just a couple of planes flying overhead. We'll be under the palms, they won't see us. Take off your boots," Kimo said, already removing his.
"Can I undress you. Jeff"
"Yes, but I want to undress you first."
"Why, are you nervous?"
"No, I trust you, but I want to be able to devour that beautiful Hawaiian body with my eyes while you strip me."
"He held his arms out at his side, "I'm all yours, Jeff, have at me."
I slipped my hands up his body under his shirt, found his pecs and began thumbing his nipples. Kimo has flat nipples, not prominent at all unless they're excited. Once I play with them they become like brown coffee beans. Like that they're easy to grab on to and chew. I unbuttoned his shirt from the inside out. Not easy, try it. Kimo cheated he dropped his shorts to his ankles. He was wearing something like a jock, but not a typical one. It wasn't elastic, just stitched together lycra. It was a thong, no leg straps, The pouch had an uplift panel that raised his nuts and moved them forward, an enhancement that Kimo didn't need, but WOW! I slipped the thong off.
Now that he was naked, I ran my hand over the right side of his body. He had a magnificent tattoo. I couldn't see his back. What I did see was that Kimo was inked from just below his right elbow covering the whole upper arm. It extended to engulf the right deltoid, then stopped. It followed down his left pectoral and split his six pack, It curved to the right around his navel, and stopped a couple of inches above his cock. His left side was totally covered and the tattoo followed the diagonal ridge of his Adonis belt.
"This is magnificent, Kimo, not just your body, your body art. How long did this take to create?"
"Fifteen years."
My jaw dropped.
"It wasn't done all at once. It's not just a pretty design, it's my life. Most of it means something. This here (he pointed to his left pectoral) is a symbol of my mother." Pointing in the space between his navel and his cock he said. "This is a place only for a man, it's my father."
"Why aren't they together. Because they aren't anymore, and they were put on at different times. The blue highlights indicate that my father is gone. The red highlights on my mother's symbol are because she is a widow. The blue was put on when my father was, the red in my mother's was added later."
Circling his navel with his finger he said, "Here , hoa aloha, is where you will be."
"Why, I'm nothing to you."
"Because this is my body and this is my life," he said, stroking the length of the tattoo.
"You can't have put everyone you've ever fucked in there, that has to be dozens, maybe hundreds."
"No one is here because I fucked them, and you won't be either."
"Are there any other haoles on you?"
"Only one, a teacher, here. A man whom I believe is responsible for making Kimo who he is today."
All he had on that wasn't Kimo was a large gold fishhook on a heavy chain around his neck. "What do you call this."
"Makahu."
"Why didn't you have it on last night?"
"With what we did together, it would have torn and bloodied both of."
"What about today?"
"If it seems like we'll get hurt I'll take it off, but I had hoped we'd do something different this morning. I'll let you decide, but first I need to get your clothes off."
He started to undress me, more goal oriented than I was. While my clothes disappeared I said, "How about we both decide what we do."
"Kind of what I had in mind, Jeff."
Standing only in my briefs, Kimo, kneeling in front of me, said, "These are as small as your swim suit."
"Yeah, Kimo, but there's more room in the pouch with these."
"Won't be for long," he said, then he began to eat my cock and balls though my underwear. Stopping, he pulled them down to my ankles and I stepped out of them. "I shouldn't have done that, these are all wet, they'll chafe as you walk." He kissed my cock again, but then took me into his mouth and went all the way down to my bush. I don't know how he did it, but he could only do it once.
"Think I could have some of that?"
"Yes, I'll share. You are pretty damn big down here Jeff, but can you suck your own cock?'
"Yes, about three inches of it, but you know what I meant."
"Kanaono-eiwa, sixty-nine?" I nodded and laid down on the sand.
"No, Jeff, you picked what, I pick how." He lifted me up, threw my knees over his shoulders and started blowing me again. My face was well lined up with his cock, but it didn't seem interested.
"Are you going to let this thing play?"
"Just watch!"
Right before my eyes, he started to grow and stiffen. Not as big as me, few are, but nice, and rock hard. I grabbed his ass cheeks and forced him all the way into my mouth. I could feel his glans hit the back of my throat repeatedly, as fast as I could make him do it. I have no gag reflex and I really like being rammed in the mouth with a cock. His shaft is solid, but his glans has the texture of a gummy bear.
Kimo, had stopped sucking my cock which was now under his chin. and was now seriously sucking my balls. That's the way blow jobs go for me. Hardly anybody can hold that thing in their moth very long before their jaw locks.
"Let my ass go for a moment, Jeff , you can have it back, I'm going to put you down now." He stood me upright as effortlessly as he had picked me up.
"See anything else you want to play with, or do you want to go back down on me?"
"How about this? I grabbed his now pumped pecks and squeezed, thumbing his firm erect nipples. I kissed him, which quickly turned into a high vacuum tongue tussle.
Kimo grabbed my ass cheeks and squeezed them like he was trying to pop them. Then he ran fingers from both hands down my crack, separated my buns and played with my butt hole. He snaked two fingers up my butt, one from each hand.
"You have something bigger and harder to put in there, Kimo?"
"Do you want me to fuck you?"
"Oh yes, Kimo, I want you to do to me what you did on my belly last night, but with your kuka ule' up my ass."
I laid down in the sand. I expected his hard cock up my ass but that didn't happen. Kimo stuck his face in my butt and that strong agile tongue explored my asshole and plunged at least an inch inside me. It wasn't just a rimming, he was fucking me with his tongue. I had had many tongue wars with that thing and lost every battle, but in losing I really won.
"Lift your butt up a little, Jeff." I did and he pushed himself into me. It wasn't bad, he's not all that big. Then he began giving me a fuck the likes of which most men can only dream about.
His hips were pounding my ass in seven directions at once, his massive legs were opening and closing on mine, he was chewing on my neck, I mean really biting. Damn that hurt so good, everywhere."
"I'm going to cum, Jeff. "
"Go ahead, I know you won't stop fucking me."
With his every forward thrust my cock dug a hole deeper and deeper into the sand underneath me. Before long I planted my seed in it. It was different, I had forced a sand plug into my piss slit and it blew out with my cum. It burned.
Kimo stopped his hula in my butt and whispered in my ear. "It's time to quit. We could keep at this a lot longer but you're a man on a mission and you had better get to it. I have four miles to walk back to my mom's place while I have the stamina to do it."
"Not your girlfriend's.?"
"Not tonight, Jeff, you've got me fucked out for a couple of days."
"Okay, Kimo, I'll let you go but I'm not happy."
"You will be once you get another ten miles under your feet."
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