Chapter 10
Dylan texted Kimo daily, sometimes three times a day. They talked on the phone, too. Often after a texting session or heated chat, Dylan would jack off, thinking of Kimo. In week three of their phone dating, they chatted at eleven P.M. on a Friday night.
Kimo said, “One week, bro, and I’ll be there.”
“Actually, one week and approximately fourteen hours. I can’t wait to see you, to hug you, to touch you.”
“And to have s*x with me, right?”
“Kimo, I’m so f*****g hard now, just talking to you.”
“Me, too, brudder. I been hard all day thinking about you. Got my hand in my briefs. My little pee-pee is leaking.”
“Like in the motel room? When I woke and saw you looking at the storm on the couch?”
“Yeah, Dylan, my sexy little thing. Just like that. I want you to jack yourself and
