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About Pele's Tears

by Kiernan Kelly
41 pages / 11300 words
ISBN: 978-1-61040-279-8
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Who says you can't go home again? After living a lifetime of regret, thinking he’d never see Kaimi again, John decides to fly to Hawaii to try to recapture a love that slipped through his fingers during an endless summer of surfing and sex in 1964. Will John find what he needs, or will have to settle for just memories and Pele’s Tears.

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It was Jonny's first ride on the Banzai Pipeline, and he was proud that he was able to take it all the way home without wiping out. Not too shabby.

 

Michael and Fred weren't so lucky. Both wiped out, and neither was happy about it. There was a competitive spirit between the three of them, always had been, and Jonny just showed them up them on their first ride in Hawaii. They wore twin scowls as they dragged their boards ashore.

 

He couldn't have grinned any bigger without cracking his face wide open. "Better luck next time, boys, right?"

 

Michael and Fred's answers couldn't be repeated in polite company.

 

They settled on beach towels, leaning back on their elbows, watching the other surfers. One in particular caught Jonny's eye. The surfer had a build like one of the men in the muscle magazine Jonny kept stashed under his mattress at home. Even from this distance, Jonny could see the definition in the surfer's body -- tightly toned arms, legs, and abdomen, powerful shoulders.

 

The surfer's skin was nut-brown; his black hair was longish, and plastered to his head and shoulders from the water. More than his physical appearance, the surfer's boss ability fascinated Jonny. It was as if the surfer and the wave he rode were one entity, attached to one another by an invisible lifeline.

 

As Jonny watched, the surfer executed tricks, hot-dogging with the easy of a kid riding a bike. He did a headstand and a head dip, then jumped back to his feet with seemingly effortless ease and rode the monster wave kamikaze-style all the way to the sand. He ended up not thirty feet from where Jonny lay.

 

Jonny nudged Michael. "Who's that?"

 

 "Who?"

 

"That guy. The one who just came in." He gestured toward the surfer, never taking his eyes off that gorgeous body. The surfer had beached not twenty feet from where Jonny sat. He could see the surfer's face now, and it was worth a second look. Strong, exotic features, and eyes so dark they looked black. The surfer was a native Hawaiian by Jonny's guess.

"You don't know who that is? Man, that's Kaimi Akana. They say he started surfing before he could walk, and has never wiped out. Not once."

Jonny scoffed. "Never? That's impossible. Everybody wipes out now and then."

"Not him. That's what I heard. He's like, a legend here."

At that exact moment, Kaimi looked over in Jonny's direction, and their eyes met. It was only for a moment before Kaimi redirected his attention to his board, but Jonny was sure he felt a connection, like an electrical current sizzling through the air between them. His cock jerked in response, and he had to shift slightly so his fledgling hard-on wouldn't be noticeable. He was confused. He'd never felt anything like it before. The hairs on his arms and the back of his neck rose, and his body tingled.

"We're going to hop another wave," Michael said. "You coming?"

"No, you two go on. I'm beat," Jonny lied. In truth, all he wanted was to watch Kaimi. He was far too distracted to catch a wave. He'd end up wiping out for sure. There was something about the big Hawaiian surfer that'd caught Jonny firmly by the balls and wouldn't let go. If he tried to surf now, he'd end up killing himself. 

There'd been something between them, a spark. He was sure of it. He'd seen it flash in Kaimi's eyes.

Now all he had to do was figure out a way to meet Kaimi, and let Kaimi know he was interested in more than just Kaimi's surfing ability. Suddenly, even though he was smack dab in the middle of a trip he'd been planning for years, surfing was the furthest thing from Jonny's mind.

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