Hiking the Hana Road

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I was half asleep when a voice said, "You got one big cock, haole." I was laying naked with my morning wood standing proudly between my legs. I grabbed for something to cover me, but there wasn't anything. What the hell, he (or she) had already seen me anyway.

"Where are you?"

"Over here."

I located the voice; it was coming from a banyan tree. Squinting, I was in the sun, he was in the shade, I saw a boy sitting on a branch (at least it wasn't a girl,) but young, perhaps 11 years old.

"You need somebody to help you take care of that?"

"Not you!" I said emphatically.

"No, not me, my kaikuaʻana, he likes those things, I'll go get him." He jumped out of the tree and ran off.

I guess he went to get his brother, that's what he said. Before long he came back running down a hill toward me. There was a young man following him who looked 18. He was wearing a cutoff pair of chinos and nothing else that I could see. Damn he was pretty, he looked like a young Kimo, not as big, but every bit as good looking."

"Aloha, Kai says you need someone to fuck with."

"Did he say that?"

"No, he said it in Hawaiian."

"Pili pili?"

"You speak Hawaiian?"

"Just a little." I said, then I rolled over on my side and said, "Kanaono-eiwa?"

"Do you know any Hawaiian but sex language?"

"Not much. Is a 69 okay with you?"

"Yeah, I'm cool with it."

I hefted my cock and asked, "Think you can handle this?"

"Not a problem."

"All of it?"

"Yes, all of it, they don't call me Makoa, fearless, for nothing."

He came over to my ground cloth, dropped his shorts, it was all he had on. His body may be smaller than Kimo, but his man stuff was every bit as big.

"I'm Jeff, I guess Lepi in Hawaiian ..."

Makua laughed deeply and said, "Did you come up with that or did someone tell you? You have no name in Hawaiian. In Hawaiian `J' becomes "L" and "F" become "P."

"A very dear Kanaka told me."

"He must have known lepi in Hawaiian means "sticky." I guess that suits you pretty well from time to time." We both laughed.

"So, let's get sticky, Makua. Do you want me on you or you on me.?"

"I prefer top, Jeff. I like to keep my hands busy while I'm eating."

"Me too, but it's your island, you get on top."

"We could do it side to side. Jeff."

"No, that just disables one arm each. Go, I'll make do.

I expected Makua to just roll over, but no. He went up over my head, kissed me deeply and them slowly moved across me kissing me wetly all down my body. I did the same as his hard chest and abs moved over my mouth. I'm a little taller than Makua so I had to stop him short, but not too short. I opened my mouth and he ever so slowly pushed into my mouth and just reached my throat. He put his mouth on my cock and slid it all the way down into his throat. Not a gag, not a whimper. He may have been a boy, but he had been here a lot before.

"Do you want to fuck me, Jeff?"

"Do you really want that in your ass?" He just looked at me with a lusty, leery grin.

He got up which surprised me, went and collected a couple of overripe bananas that had fallen. He peeled one and pushed it up his ass. Squeezed another and lathered it all over my cock. He straddled me, positioned my cockhead and sat on me. All the way, no pain, no gasping, no tears. I had heard of fucking fruit before, even did it, but this was a new one on me. Smelled kind of good too.

Makua essentially did a hula on my crotch, I held his dick and he was fucking my hands while he did it. I came twice, he shot three thick steams on my belly, the first hitting my chin.

"Well, "sticky" do you want me to keep going."

"Yes, but I've got to hike into Kahului today, If we don't stop I won't be able to do it." He laughed and rolled off me.

It was a real surprise that Kai came with a towel and cleaned us both up. Makua tousled Kai's hair and said, "I owe you one, kaikahina (little brother.)" The way he said it made me ask, "You two do this together?'

"This is Hawaii, Jeff. He's not up to you yet, but he will be."

I walked up the drive of my hotel in Kahului. It around two in the afternoon. I looked at my pedometer. Almost 60 miles, I smiled, proud of myself, "You are one tough haole, Jeff."

I told the lady at the desk that I was back for two days. She burned me new keys. "There's someone waiting for you in the guest lounge, Mr. Pyke."

"Can't be, are you sure?"

"Yes, Mr. Pyke, he's been here for almost two hours."

"I walked into the lounge, there in a chair was Kimo, rising to greet me.

"Kimo!" I yelled, "How did you know where I was staying?"

"I'm in the hotel business, Jeff. We talk."

"What brings you to Kahului?"

"You!"

I smiled and broke a tear, he wiped it from my cheek. "I'm very happy to see you again too."

"I've got to catch a shower and some clean clothes. I must look and smell terrible."

"I've smelled you sweaty before, I like it. A shower would make you feel better though."

"Do I have to take it alone, Kimo?"

"That wasn't in my playbook when I came here, but I'm flexible."

"No one knows that better than I," I said, slapping him on the ass.

We crowded into the shower; it was cozy but nice. We bathed each other, using more soap than needed in several places."

"Pili pili?" I said.

"Not in here Jeff, it's too slippery for the way you like it."

"Later, I don't know, I guess so. It wasn't in my playbook either, hoaloha."

" You need a new playbook, Kimo."

We dried ourselves off.

"Do you want to see yourself, Jeff."

"In the mirror?"

"No on my belly." He pointed to his navel.

"You did it already? What does it say?"

It doesn't say anything, it's not words. In symbols it means `haole who is loved.,"

I fell to my knees and kissed the tattoo. His cock was right there, but this wasn't the time.

"Do you want to go down to the pool for a swim and get a Maui Momi."

"I don't have any gear, Jeff."

"You don't need any."

"Hold on, Jeff, we might have gotten away with that in Hana, but not in Kahului."

I reached into my backpack and pulled out both green swim briefs. "I got this for you, Kimo. I never expected to be able to give it to you in person, let alone see you in it."

"Mahalo, Jeff, this is very nice."

I'm used to getting attention when I'm nearly naked at a pool or beach. Today I was clearly playing second fiddle to Kimo. Even I couldn't keep my eyes off that body, and I had seen more of it longer than anyone here.'

"Beer, Kimo." He nodded. I hailed the cocktail waitress and placed the order.

When it came the waitress put the bottles down on the table between us.

Kimo asked, "No glasses?"

"Haoles usually don't want them, sir."

"I am not haole, bring the glasses, the right glasses."

" E kala mai iaʻu. Aʻohe oʻu (Forgive me, I meant no disrespect.)"

Kimo, just waved her off. Seemed pretty rude, but I don't know Hawaiian customs. I wondered if he would have treated a male server the same way. Hawaii is a male oriented culture despite its matriarchal family lineage system. I wasn't going to ask. It wasn't my place."

I took my beer and sat next to Kimo on his chaise. "My turn to feel you up." I put a hand on his belly. "Can I get one like that, one that says Kanaka?"

"You don't have any ink on you, none that I saw, and I saw pretty much all of you. It's not pleasant to have done, hoa, especially the first time."

"I'll go through a few hours for ..."

"Day's, Jeff."

"I'll go through a few days of hell to have Kimo with me forever."

"Flying back to Dallas will not be fun."

I started to repeat myself but Kimo put three fingers on my lips. "Tomorrow morning if you still want it, I'll come by and take you to Larry's shop in Lahaina, best parlor on all the islands. He did the first one of my mother, and he also did my father."

"Come by, aren't you staying with me?"

"We haven't ever done that, you never asked."

"If you think you're going to leave this hotel without me, Kimo, big as you are it's not going to happen."

"You're going to beat me up?' he chuckled.

"You'd be surprised, Kimo. I'm not all lumpy like you, but I'm tough."

He smiled a big beautiful Hawaiian smile. "Yes, Kane a'u i aloha ai, I will stay here tonight."

He said he loved me again, (man that I love.) I kissed his hand. I wanted to kiss him so, so much better. "Pili pili?"

"Yes, you horny little menehune."

"Kimo, I need something to eat and I need it soon. I haven't eaten today since 6:30 when I had the last piece of banana bread. I just couldn't face another freeze dried whatever, knowing there would be food here.

"I've got lots of things you like to eat, Jeff."

"I need something I can eat and swallow."

"I've got that too."

"Productive as you are, Kanaka a'u i aloha ai, I'd starve to death getting it out of you. Do you want to go upstairs, dress and go to the dining room, or order something out here."

"Let's get something here, Jeff. Inside I'd feel like I had to behave."

Back in the room and naked again I said, "Kimo, push here," pointing to my gut," but don't push hard." He did, then let his hand slip a little lower.

Ruffling the hairs in my bush he said, "You did just eat a hell of a lot"

"Blame it on the hike, it was feast or famine since I left you."

"Where did you feast?"

"Let's hop in bed and I'll tell you the story, it's where I got the bikini I gave you. By the time I'm done with the story my stomach will ease off and I think we'll be more interested in playing after I tell it."

"Must be a hell of a story, and I guess not too much of it is gastronomic."

"So Jeff, I guess a lot of your adventure, maybe much of it, wasn't in your playbook either."

I smiled, "Playbooks are over rated. Nothing like a good strategy to ruin an incredible opportunity."

"Of all of your conquests, who was the best, who do you miss most, Jeff."

"No matter how you interpret the question, the answer is Kimo. Whose sex was second best, I guess Makoa did the best job with my cock. He worshiped it as if it were Pele himself. He swallowed all of me and jacked me with his throat. He dropped his butt into my lap without a whimper and did a savage hula in my lap. The man I miss second most is Hiram, he was a brief but good friend."

Kimo slapped me in the belly, "Pili Pili, Lepi?"

"It may sound weird, Kimo, I want to, but I need to go for a walk, my legs are jumping."

"Slip on a pair of shorts and a loose shirt, nothing else but shoes and socks. I know a place we can walk to near the airport, about 20 minutes. We can't do what we did at the Hana airport, but we can definitely get some serious groping done."

"What if I cum?"

"I'll be careful, bring a bunch of paper towels if you think you need to. Makoa super fucked you this morning, I think you can take some edging."

The next day Kimo drove me to Lahaina and the tattoo parlor.

"Aloha, Kimo, ua lōʻihi ko mākou kaʻawale ʻana."

"Yes, it has been a long time, Larry."

"What part of your life do you want to memorialize today?"

"It's not me this time it's him, kaʻu hoaaloha."

"Who is your friend?"

"Larry this is Jeff, Jeff this is Larry."

"What sort of tattoo do you wish, Mr. Jeff."

"Just, Jeff. Kimo , will you lift your shirt." I pointed to his navel.

"Is he the haole, Kimo." Kimo nodded.

"I want it just like that, but I want it to be Kanaka rather than Haole."

"Kimo, ʻo ʻoe makamaka nui."

"Yes, Larry, we are the best of friends."

"You have known each other a long time?"

He was talking to Kimo, but I answered, "Long enough."

Take off your shirt and show me where you want it. On your belly like Kimo?"

"No, I want it here," I said, slapping my groin above my cock.

"He honors you greatly, Kimo."

It was a surprise to Kimo. He hugged me tightly and said, mahalo nui, hoaloha."

"What size?"

"Will you show him Kimo?"

"I don't have to, he put it there."

"How long is this going to take, Kimo." Once he starts, maybe two hours.

"Damn!"

"You don't have to do this for me, Jeff. Knowing that you wanted it and where makes me very happy. I don't want you to hurt yourself for me."

"I'm doing this for me, Kimo, not for you. Will this hurt bad, Kimo?

"As bad as you want. Kimo wants it to hurt when I do it. It's part of the experience. And now I don't mind it anyway. Larry can numb you so you won't feel anything until the Novocain wears off. Then it WILL hurt."

"I want to feel it, Kimo, but I'm a big baby too."

`Discuss it with Larry, he will tell you all your options."

"Drink this Jeff, it will relax you." said Larry.

"This is your tattoo, Jeff, your real tattoo. I will wet it and transfer it to your skin.. Do you want any color in it?"

"Only if it means something."

"Like what?"

"I don't know, maybe `I'll be back' or 'until we meet again."

"I'm sure Kimo has told you that there aren't any words in these tattoos, only symbols. I will add some green, it will show an enduring connection between haole and Kanaka."

"That's perfect, Larry. Can we talk about pain?"

"I can make it so you won't feel any pain, but that's not good. You need some pain while I work so you know what to expect when the numbing wears off.

"Can Kimo stay?"

"I can't, Jeff. Larry will want no distractions and I need to go get you some dull old boxer shorts. You won't be able to wear your bikini briefs for about a week or two."

"It's done, Jeff. Just lay still and breathe deeply." Larry said.

"Do you have a mirror. Can I see it."

"It doesn't look like what you want it to right now. In a day or two it will be recognizable as the tattoo I showed you. Keep it clean, if the pain gets to be too much, you can apply a small amount of this cream, but it will heal faster if you don't. "Take it easy for a few days; no pili pili, but you won't want to."

Dressed but uncomfortable (I've never owned boxers, they bunch up in my ass.) I pulled out my blue card and handed it to him. He didn't take it. "There is no charge, Mr. Jeff. It is a gift for a friend to a friend of the friend."

"Can I hug you?" He put forward his arms. "This is Hawaii, Jeff." I hugged him closely, then Kimo hugged him and put my embrace to shame.

On the way back to Kahului I said to Kimo, "No pili pili? But I have to go back to Dallas in two days."

"You don't want to put any pressure, and definitely no friction on that. He said that to you because he knew that you didn't know what you are capable of and what you're not. I do."

"We can pili pili?"

"Yes, but a new way."

"It hu-r-rts, Kimo!"

Unbutton your shorts and drop your fly and lay back in your seat, try to relax and take long deep breaths. It`s just a short drive.

I llfted the waist band on the boxers. "God, Kimo, I just saw it. I've been mutilated, I'm bleeding."

"A tattoo is a wound like any other. There will be swelling, but it will go away. There will be seepage, but not likely blood. Not with Larry. It looks like blood because the skin around the tattoo is very red right now, and it's seeping a clear fluid. Red plus liquid looks like blood."

"Are you sure?"

"Touch it very carefully with your finger. Is the stuff on your hand red?"

"No.

"You're not bleeding."

We got back to the hotel. "I'm walking funny, Kimo."

"You will for a few hours. Let's get you naked and in bed. No clothes will feel better and in bed you can relax.

Kimo undressed me very gently, told me to use the bathroom and then put me in bed. "Keep breathing deeply and try to go to sleep. Lay on the sheet, don't cover yourself, air will help it heal faster.

"I'll be right back, Jeff."

When he came back, he had a bag of ice. "Put this on it for ten or fifteen minutes, no longer, then take it off for ten minutes. The cold will help reduce the swelling and that will ease the pain. I'm going to go get something, I'll be back in an hour. You're doing just fine, better than I thought. It has been less than a hour since you got it."

The ice pack did help a lot. I used it twice then put it aside and fell asleep. I woke up, it was getting dark outside. "Kimo?"

"I'm here, hoaloha."

I lightly patted the bed next to me, "Why aren't you here?"

"You were asleep, I didn't want to wake you. I'm coming over there now." He sat carefully on the bed. "You need food, Jeff."

"I'm not hungry, Kimo."

"That's not what I said, you need to eat, and you need to drink a lot, hydrate, not Maui Momi, no alcohol tonight."

"I don't think I want to go down stairs."

"You don't need to, I'll get us something from room service. You can tell me what you'd like or I can order what I know will be easy to eat."

"You do it, Kimo, but you may need to force feed me."

"That I can do."

"Kimo knew what he was talking about. I ate more than I thought I would, it was tasty but not spicy. And I drank a lot of stuff, including ice water."

"Are you comfortable, Jeff?"

"No Kimo, I'm cold. Can I get under the covers?"

"Not a good idea, Jeff. I'll turn off the AC and open the patio door. The warm night air will feel good and breeze blowing across your belly will feel good and help the tattoo heal."

"Kimo, I can't pili pili tonight."

"If you wanted to, I wouldn't let you. I knew you wouldn't want to. I've never seen your ule that small. Tomorrow you'll feel a lot better and Kimo will make sure you feel as good as you possibly can."

Tonight just puliki," he said tapping on his right shoulder.

"Puliki means shoulder, Kimo?'

"Po' hoiwi is shoulder, puliki is cuddle, Jeff, all night."

Kimo undressed and crawled on the the bed next to me. I laid against his warm firm body. It felt so good to have mine touch his all the way from my shoulder blades to my ankles, his large arm around me. I forgot the pain down there for a while, and fell asleep. When I woke up. Kimo was still there. I was fine until I moved ever so slightly. I winced and said, "Kimo. I'll never pili pili again!"

"Not this morning, but this afternoon, tonight, and tomorrow morning."

"Oh god, Kimo, that sounds so good ... and so painful!"

"It will be more than fine, haoli a'u i aloha ai (haoli I love). Trust me."

"I always do, Kimo."

I didn't sleep well last night. I go home today. I don't want to go. I want to stay here with Kimo, but I doubt if Kimo wants to stay with me. My tattoo is beginning to hurt a lot less, I think I may someday actually be able to fuck again. Kimo did have a way we could pili pili. I can love him, he can love me, but we can't do it together. The first time I was scared and that hurt me. Last night was nice. This morning I think its going to be very, very nice... I still can't lay on my belly so Kimo has to do most of the work.

Kimo drove me to the airport, dropped me at the terminal and went to park the car. I was still walking funny and couldn't do a long hike (that felt funny!) I didn't know it was possible but Kimo arranged for a wheel chair to get me to the gate.

"How did you do this," I asked.

Kimo answered, "I told them you were pregnant." My jaw dropped, then Kimo let out a big laugh.

"They think you have a strained lower back, you walk like you do. I ordered one for you in Dallas if you need it. If you don't, just deplane with everyone else.

"I'll pay for it, Kimo."

"There's no charge, just a tip for the pusher, and that will be me here in Hawaii.."

We got to the departure gate and settled in. We were quiet for a while and then I asked.

"Kimo, can I come back, can I be with you?"

"You can visit me, Jeff, and Kimo can visit you, but you can't come to me and I can't come to you. We are both hiapo, Jeff, first born of our mothers. In Hawaii that is a sacred responsibility. Hiapo is responsible for his mother. I could not betray that trust. If you left your mother to come to me, I could not respect you and would not accept you. The stars that brought us together are keeping us apart. We will both be old men before that changes, Kane a'u i aloha ai."

My flight was called, I stood up as did Kimo. "I will write to you Kimo, often, I love you, too. We hugged and kissed for a long time, I cried. Kimo, that strong powerful man, cried with me.

I kissed Kimo deeply for a long time, conspicuously long. Then I turned and walked to the plane. I didn't turn back to see him or wave. I knew if I did I wouldn't get on the plane.

Dad had booked the least desirable flight back to Dallas. It left after 9:00 in the evening, stopped in Phoenix before continuing to Dallas to arrive after noon. That and the fact that it wasn't a popular day to end a Hawaiian vacation made the first-class cabin pretty empty. Most everyone in the cabin had two seats for themselves, making laying down easy.

My dad met me at the airport.

"Where's mom? Is she alright?"

"She's okay son, but your grandfather isn't. He's hanging on, but he's not responding to treatment. We'll call as soon as we get home."

"How was your trip, son?"

"Life changing doesn't say it well enough."

"That doesn't surprise me, you just don't seem to be the same man I put on a plane two weeks ago."

"I'm not, dad, but that's a very good thing."

"If your mother were here you know she'd be saying , 'Tell me all about it.' I don't think I'll do that, something tells me you can't and never will."

"Thank you, Dad. I hugged him, then kissed him.

"What was that?" I hadn't kissed my dad since grade school.

"It's Hawaiian, dad, men kiss men all the time."

"Can we do that again." I hugged him and he kissed me.

The first thing we did when I got home was call mom.

Dad spoke first then I took the phone. "How was your trip, son."

"Absolutely wonderful, mom. There aren't words to express how glad I am that you and dad gave that to me. How are you, Mom?""

"I'm holding my own, your grandmother is distraught, but your grandfather, I know, is not going to make it."

"Now that you're home, son, what are your plans for the rest of the summer."

"Dad doesn't know yet, mom, but I'm coming to Phoenix to be with you and gram." I looked at dad, he smiled and nodded, then stepped up behind me, hugged me and kissed me on the neck. I grabbed his hand that was on my shoulder.

I wrote Kimo, giving him my address in Phoenix. I told him what was coming down.

"I am proud of you, hoaloha, you are a loyal hiapo, you are indeed my Hawaiian kaikuaʻana (brother.)"

Granddad hung on for two months, then passed in his sleep. Except for dad, we were all with him.

Dad flew up for the funeral. He and mom hadn't seen each other for a long time, it showed.

At the wake I overheard mom telling dad, "I can't come home, mom can't be alone, I have to stay."

"I walked up to them and said, firmly, "Mom, you have a husband whom you've ignored for a long time, not of your choosing. He needs you, go home with him. I have a good job in Phoenix, I'll stay with gram."

"Oh, Jeff!" is all she could say. My dad said, "I loved the boy I sent to Hawaii. I love and am extremely proud of the man who returned." We had a group hug and dad kissed me again, really kissed me.

I wrote Kimo and updated him, telling him that I was staying with my grandmother not my mother and added, "She has no sons, I have to be her hiapo."

Kimo wrote back saying he couldn't be more proud of me and was honored to be my friend. "You are Kanaka, Jeff, not haole. You have the soul of an Hawaiian."

I wrote back, "Mahalo nui my brother, if I am Kanaka it is because your soul lives in me."

"That's it, Ron, my hiking vacation in Hawaii."

"That was what you called it, but it seemed much more like `My life with Kimo." Why are there so few pictures of him?"

"I have dozens of pictures of Kimo, but they're not in here, I had to buy a second camera because many of the pictures of Kimo and me I could never show to my parents. If you want to come over for dinner, I'd be happy to let you see those."

"Dinner won't work, I've got a lot of calls to make tonight, how about dessert, I'll even bring it, 9:00 okay."

"That works, but don't go to any trouble, I'm not a big dessert eater. You better lock up before you come over, I may not let you go home."

There was a knock on the door, it had to be Ron. "Door's open Ron, come on in. What the hell is all that, Ron? I asked you not to go to any trouble." Ron was carrying what was obviously a French mille-feuille (A Napoleon to the rest of the world,) enough for six hungry men. I had asked him to go to no trouble but this was worth it. my favorite dessert

"It was no trouble, I just brought a French tart. And I have cognac to go with it."

Remy Martin XO (with a couple of pours already taken) is to cognac what a Napoleon is to a Twinky. "

"That's definitely dining room food, Jeff, not kitchen food. "

I went to the dining room, got out the good china, sterling, linen napkins, and Lalique crystal snifters.

Ron served.

I toasted Ron with the cognac then said, "This is marvelous, but you didn't buy it. This is fresh, I doubt if it's even seen a refrigerator once assembled."

"I didn't say I bought it, I brought it. Yes, I made it, but it's pretty easy and has a presence far exceeding its complexity."

"Are you ready to see my pornographic youth?"

"Can't wait, can I top off your cognac, Jeff?"

"Did I ask?

"You didn't have to."

"Kimo is an incredibly handsome man, Jeff. I see how you fell for him."

"You just saw the pictures. You really had to know the man."

"There is my tattoo, shortly before we left for the airport. It's was beginning to look decent, but still hurt like hell. Kimo bought me an icepack and told me to tell the flight attendant I had a toothache."

"Can I see the real thing Jeff."

"Yes, but it doesn't look like that."

I dropped my pants to my hips, exposed my tattooed groin,

"You said it was green, it's blue."

"That's because Kimo is gone. I had a hell of a time finding an artist to modify it. No one in Phoenix knew what I was asking for. I finally found a Chinese/Hawaiian tattooist in San Francisco who knew exactly what I wanted."

He asked if I wanted numbing. "No, Mr. Lee, this one I want to feel."

"It won't be bad, sir. It will be quick, and all small needle work."

I thanked him and tried to pay him, again my money wasn't accepted. He said that it was a privilege to provide such a service to hoale, few non-Hawaiians have such a tattoo or know what it means. That you chose to memorialize you friend's passing awesome, I never charge for that.

"Do you know what the symbols are, Jeff." Ron asked.

I know what it stands for, but I can't actually show you. It's pretty much "Hawaiian brother I love."

"Jeff while you're standing there half naked, can I see something else?"

He dropped my briefs and shorts to my knees. He knelt in front of me and said, "This ule nui, I've been listening, Jeff, was worth the wait."

He took me slowly into his mouth, backing off a bit then going further the next time.

"Is he going to get bigger, Jeff?"

"I think so, Ron, but it's been a long time since anyone did that for me." My cock rose to the challenge.

"Ron, you have too many clothes on, let me help you get them off. I pulled his shirt over his head, rubbing his nipples as I went. He's got some nice tits. I let him drop his pants, while I went for a nipple or two."

"Those babies love that, Jeff, but they really like it rough. Do your worst, you won't hurt me. You'll stop before I make you stop."

"Don't put any money on that, Ron. Kimo liked me to chew his nipples almost as much as fucking me."

"Okay, if you taste blood, stop, otherwise gnaw ahead."

"That feels so good, Jeff, but you have to back off otherwise I'm going to cum, and I don't want to yet. Do you want to switch to a 69?"

Here or in bed?"

"Bed's good."

I led him by his stiff cock to my bed. "Do you want this top to bottom or side to side, Jeff. I can't pick you up like Kimo did."

"Lets get a couple of cocks in our mouths and figure it out from there."

"I'm getting close, Ron, do you want to finish each other off like this or do something else?

"Can I fuck you, Jeff?"

"If I can fuck you afterwards. "

"That's sounds awfully good."

"Name your position, Ron."

"Belly down doggie, put a pillow under your gut and you can fuck that while I do you. Do you want lube?"

"I don't have any, Ron."

"I do, I came prepared."

"No, I can take you without it. You'll need it when I put this thing in you."

"Ron slid into me, that hole hadn't had anything in there but a doctor's index finger for years.

"Ron, I'll give you an hour to stop that. Okay, two ... no more than three."

"Don't think I have an hour, rarely did, but I'll keep pumping you as long as I can."

"I've missed a man in me so much, Ron, I may start crying."

"I'm going to cum, Jeff, do you want me to pull out?"

"No Ron, go balls deep, but stop pumping so I can feel your seed going into me."

"Oh, that's nice. Leave it in me until he softens and falls out."

"Your turn, or maybe my turn, I don't know, SWITCH!"

"How do you want to do me, Jeff?"

"Comboy, Ron. I'm going to let the young guy do all the work again. I'll play with your cock, suck your tits and kiss you while you do it. Better get the lube. He's semihard now, but he'll get a lot bigger once he's in you."

Ron lubed up his ass good and then my cock. Gotta get this all messy, Jeff. I've never had anything as big as you in here. "

"Take it slow, Ron. If it hurts, just stop and let me know."

"It's going to hurt, hurt like hell, but if I stop I won't start again tonight. It's all or nothing, Jeff."

It took him almost ten minutes to get me all the way in, then he rode me gently, not a lot of in and out.

"How is it, Ron?"

"I'm good now, you can buck if you want now, stallion.

It was more of a cantor than a gallop, but it was very very nice. It took a while but I did cum. Not like I used too but it still felt really good. Ron fell on top of me and we kissed for a while.

"I don't get to do that much anymore."

"We'll see if we can change that." said Ron.

"Do you want to spend the night with me or do you need to go."

"I planned on staying, Jeff. I brought my stuff."

"What do you need?"

"A toothbrush, and razor and a tube of lube, that's all. Can we do that again in the morning?"

I didn't answer I just smiled a smile that told him everything he needed to know.

We pulled the covers up, he spooned into me, we kissed and fell sweetly asleep."

"I don't want to insult you Ron, but that was so much better this morning that it was last night. They say it's never as good the second time."

"It was better, Jeff, but it wasn't the same. I think we're different men together this morning than we were last night."

"I liked us last night, but I really like the guys we are this morning. I'm going to get us some breakfast, you stay here, I'll bring it in. "

"I love you, Jeff ... didn't mean to say that."

"It's okay, I sort of love you too, Ron."

I was, saying, "I can't take a double scotch this early in the morning."

"It will be real food this morning."

Not to be outdone by Jeff's culinary mastery, I whipped up a ham and spinach quiche, some refrigerator breakfast rolls, and mimosas (champagne and orange juice, a little bit of alcohol won't hurt.)

After breakfast I laid on Jeff's chest with his arm around me. "These last few hours have been marvelous, and so unexpected. Are we going to be able to do this again?"

"If you want to."

I punched him in the side," What about your wife, does she go out of town often?"

"She doesn't have to, Jeff. She knows about me, she knows I was coming over to see you while she was gone."

"You planned this?"

"I didn't exactly plan it, but I was coming over to test the waters. She knew it."

"Does she know about me?"

"I didn't know about you, how could she? But she will if it's okay with you. If it's going to happen again she needs to."

"I'll tell her myself."

"Not necessary, I need to do it, she'll ask. I'll tell her what she needs to know, that's all.'

Before stepping outside, Jeff and I hugged and kissed. We didn't say goodbye. I said, "farewell" and he said, "until next time."

We waved as he set off.

"Mahalo nui, Kimo!"