Dylan and a sexy Hawaiian guy are stranded on the rugged Oregon Coast in December. Although they just met they share a room due to the storm and road closures. Will Dylan take action on his bisexuality or will he let the opportunity slip by as so often happens in life?
Dylan flees bad memories at home in California and takes himself on a road trip to the rugged Oregon Coast. During a violent storm he spots another driver spin out and settle in a ditch. Dylan helps free the car while a sexy, female state trooper arrives to tell them the road is closed ahead. Dylan and the other driver head back to Florence but there's only one room left. They share it, a love of storm watching and other interests. Historically, regrets of failure to act plague society and Dylan. Will he end up saying 'I wish I had' or 'I'm glad I did?'
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“Hey, you awake, too?”
“Yeah, the storm woke me. Well, a dream, too. You lit the candles?”
Kimo chuckled. “Yeah, always have to be prepared. I like to storm watch so I turned the couch around.” He pulled his hand out of his briefs as casually as someone would stroke his hair. “Storms make me horny.”
Dylan’s face and neck warmed in his silence.
“Aw, damn, I’m sorry. I’m too open for you. I always get in trouble with my mouth. Did I make you blush again?”
“It’s okay. I need to get out of my shell. You remind me of Arthur. He’d tease me, unmercifully sometimes.”
Kimo pulled his feet back. “You can sit and watch, too. I promise not to molest you.”
In a spark of bravery, Dylan slipped onto the opposite end of the couch. He hoped the dim lighting would hide the boner in his briefs. It’d be okay if he molested me.
Kimo stared outside, his face lit by periodic lightning flashes. “Dylan, you never told me what you do for work, unless you’re retired or independently wealthy.”
Dylan’s smile expanded. “Nothing special. I work in customer service for an electronics company.”
“What else you into?”
I play baseball on a city league. I was on high school and college teams. I like to run, read, watch chick-flicks or action movies, depending on my mood. Still figuring out what I want to be when I grow up.”
Kimo nodded. “I’m happy for now but my auntie, who has powers, says I’m destined for a different career. She says she knows what it is but can’t tell me. Something about upsetting the cosmic order.” Kimo stood and squeezed past Dylan, between the couch and window. “Fire needs more wood.”
The big man’s groin passed within inches. As Kimo tended to the fire, Dylan caught sight of his paperback on the couch, the one he was reading when he went to sleep. His heart caught in shock.
Kimo returned, picked the book up and held it. “Nice story. Hope it’s okay I looked at it. One of my sisters sends me romance novels when she finishes them. Guess it keeps me in touch with my feminine side.” He laughed.
Dylan’s mouth froze.
“Bro, was it okay I looked at your book?”
“Yeah, it was. I left it out. No big deal. And yeah, in case you’re wondering, I’m bi.” He waited.
The storm continued. The fire crackled. When Dylan stole a look toward Kimo, the big man’s eyes were fixed on him. “Yeah, I did wonder when I read the part of the two guys sneaking off to fuck each other, promising not to tell their wives. Too many people are hung up with sexual identities. Back home things are a lot cooler. No big deal if you’re lesbian, gay, bi or done the cross-over cut.”
“You mean transgender?”
“Yeah. To tell the truth I’ve played with guys. It was fun. Who hasn’t once or twice? Or six or seven times?” His nearest foot slid and grazed Dylan’s thigh.
Silence seized the room except for the violent storm. Dylan’s cock pulsed. He swallowed twice before rotating toward Kimo, bringing his legs onto the couch. One foot nuzzled Kimo’s. If I don’t make a move I’ll regret it forever.
David Sullivan was born near New York City, moved to San Jose, California in high school and now lives in Bandon, Oregon, on the rugged Oregon Coast. Many know David as a Renaissance man. He’s been a tutor to children, an auto mechanic, served for almost twenty-nine years for the San Jose Police Department where he worked undercover, motorcycle duty, street patrol, R & D and taught many subjects to fellow officers. He was a peer counselor and police association rep.
He is a certified massage therapist (1983) and later licensed in Oregon (2007). David taught Jujitsu for free as a 3rd degree black belt. He’s a dog trainer and community volunteer. His motto is, The Purpose of My Life is to Serve.
His self-help book, Wisdom is the Answer, Common Sense is the Way (under his legal name of James Giambrone Jr) helps people live simpler and more relaxed lives. It is still in print.