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. f**k me.”
“Then you’ll f**k 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 c**k throbbed. Kimo took less than a minute to remove all his clothes, and he joined Dylan on the bed. They went into sixty-nine,
