Date: Sun, 08 Jul 2001 21:28:13 -0700 From: East Bay Barber Subject: Dirk--the rest of the weekend, Chapter 4 Chapter 4 We headed back to my place. Now I've done pretty well for myself; I got into the real estate market in San Francisco early. I've got two apartment buildings, nothing huge, eight two-bedroom units each. But the bigger one is on Diamond Heights, with a great view. I moved into the top unit, and when the other top unit became empty I broke down the wall to make a spectacular place. And best of all, the place had parking underneath. After we'd dropped Dirk's stuff off in my bedroom, I gave him the tour of the place. He was most impressed with the Jacuzzi on the patio off the main bedroom. But I decided we had places to go, things to see, and told him he'd get to use it later. Contrary to the health advisors, I found the Jacuzzi was a great place to sweat off alcohol before heading to sleep. Whenever I did that, I never had a hangover in the morning. "Let's shower and get off the sweat and the sun tan lotion," I told Dirk. He was only to happy to get undressed. I was only too happy to watch him. He was down to his Speedos before he noticed I still had everything on. "Hey!" he exclaimed. "How about you?" I sneered at him, "Make me!" So he did. Dirk dived at my knees and I went down on my ass. Luckily my bedroom's kind of large so I missed hitting anything. Dirk moved quickly, tugging off both my sneaks before I could stop him. Since I had everything on and he had just his trunks (which, I noticed, had started tenting out when he attacked me), and I outweighed him and was a better fighter, I could have ended the fight pretty quickly. But it was quite sexy having my clothes ripped off by the mostly-naked doll. Come to think of it, my shorts were kind of tenting out also. Dirk noticed that--he reached down and started squeezing my hardening cock through my shorts. I started panting as he managed to rub the head of my cock against the rough material of my underwear. Dirk took the opportunity to undo my belt, and had my shorts and briefs halfway down my legs before I knew it. Dirk attacked my BALLS with his mouth, not my cock; he remembers that I was more of a ball man. While I was moaning and wriggling, Dirk slid my shorts and briefs the rest of the way off. I kept my legs together so they'd slide right off. I even bent my knees so he could get at my socks. Only when my shirt was halfway up my chest, and Dirk was attacking my tits, did I make a move on his Speedos. Dirk had left himself wide open for a takedown--his knees were together, he was off balance, and too far forward. I make quick work of it and had him on his back. Dirk struggled to get my shirt off, and so not be the first one naked, but it was no use. I undid the string holding up his trunks one-handedly as I fended him off with the other. I tugged the loose, managing while I was at it to brush the tip of Dirk's cock (of course I had to stop and lick the goo from my fingers, the pre-cum goo). I smacked my lips, then bent down and pulled Dirk's Speedos away from his belly and sucked some more goo from his cock. Dirk still attacked my shirt, so I started rubbing my fingers lightly across his lower belly. It turns out Dirk WAS ticklish, as I'd vaguely noticed. Tickling him every so lightly kept him at bay and I was able to get his Speedos the rest of the way off. I held them up and twirled them around on one finger, then said, "I win! What's my prize?" Dirk said, "My cock? My ass? My mouth on YOUR cock?" "Been there, done that," I replied. "How abut first dance on your dance card tonight?" "Done," said Dirk. "In that case," I said, "Let's go take a shower. We still have some shopping to do before napping, dinner, and clubbing." I let Dirk up, and he quickly grabbed my shirt and got it off me. As we stood up I slapped his ass and said, "Let's go." We headed off to the shower. I noticed Dirk's cock was at half mast; mine was too. I hadn't been so horny over the course of a weekend since, um, since the LAST time I'd spent it with a cute guy. Jeez, that had to be, uh, almost a month ago! After Dirk and I were all wet, we started soaping each other off. I got an instant hard on when Dirk started soaping up my cock and balls--"I want to make sure they're nice and clean," he told me. He surprised me even more by asking me to turn around--"I want to do your back," he told me, an innocent look on his face. Dirk picked up a luffa I had hanging in the shower and scrubbed the sweat and suntan lotion from my back. He continued working his way downward, running the soap up and down my ass crack. The next thing I knew he'd stuck a finger up my butt hole--"I need to make sure you're clean up there." I felt him pushing his finger VERY deeply. "Hey," Dirk said, "A clean prostate is a healthy prostate. Dirk kept poking, and I started moaning. "And a FUN prostate," he added. Who's complaining? In fact, I turned around and handed Dirk a condom and a bottle of lube from one of the shelves in the shower--I keep a well-stocked shower, you never know when you're going to need what. "If you're up to it," I said. I looked down at Dirk's crotch and noticed that he WAS up for it. Dirk ripped open the foil and soon had the rubber rolled down his cock. He squirted some lube onto his hand and soon was sliding first one, then a second, then a third finger up my ass hole. Dirk learned fast! After he'd opened me up a bit, he withdrew his fingers and replaced them with his cock. What with the soap and lube and finger work, his cock slid right up, and I felt his hips pressed against the back of mine, his chest against my back. Dirk reached around my chest with his hands and hugged me. He rested his chin on my shoulder and held me like that. He seemed to be deep in thought. He HAD done a lot this weekend. Then he picked up his head and started nibbling on my ear. That's a turn-on for me and I started whimpering in pleasure. Dirk nibbled some more, and also started rubbing my chest with just his fingertips. He barely moved his hips as he let his cock slide almost out of my ass, then slid it in again, ever so slowly, each in and out taking fifteen seconds or more. I guess Dirk was a natural gay lover; I was loving every minute of his ministrations. Dirk paused again when his cock was buried to the hilt. Again he hugged me. This time he stopped nibbling my ear long enough to say, "Thanks. I'm having a wonderful weekend. I guess I AM gay, I know I've never had so much sex, so much fun with any woman." I was hardly in a position to return his hug, but I did the best I could, reaching behind me, holding onto his smooth hips and pulling him yet closer to me. "The weekend's only STARTED," I declared. "We still have shopping to do, and dinner, and dancing. And tomorrow we have a fair to go to. You can't imagine what THAT'S going to be like. But you're just going to have to wait." Dirk started rubbing my chest again, and chewing on my ear. He picked up the pace of his fucking, too. He stopped chewing long enough to say, "Well, at least I don't have to wait to do this!" "This" did not take very long. Dirk soon grunted, and held his hips against my ass, his cock up my ass, and came. Pretty quietly, but what can you expect? This was the third, or maybe fourth, time he'd come today. Dirk reached down and held the rubber as he pulled it from my ass. He carefully rolled it off his cock and set it on the shelf, to be disposed of later. Then he picked up a bar of soap and washed down MY ass, even before he washed off his own cock. How thoughtful. Once his front and my rear from clean, Dirk took hold of my shoulders and turned me around so I was facing him. Then he picked up the luffa and started scrubbing me from head to toe. Literally--he started with my forehead, then did the size of my face, the turned my head each way so he could do my ears. Dirk rinsed and soaped up the luffa periodically has he held one arm away from my body and scrubbed it, then its underarm, let it down slowly and picked up the other arm. Dirk gave "extra" attention on my chest. I mean, how dirty did he think my tits were? But he must have spent a minute rubbing the luffa over my left tit, and the same on the other one. Dirty or not, my tits--and my cock--appreciated the attention. Dirk looked around and found a razor. He looked at me and I nodded that it was clean and new. Dirk ran it across a section of my chest. "I missed some hairs this morning." The he bent down, until his face was level with my cock. He took hold of my cock and examined it, scraping away hairs he missed, Then he picked up my balls and gave them the once-over. I supposed I could forgive him for missing hairs this morning; after all, it WAS the first time he'd shaved someone. Or at least, shaved a GUY. Dirk set down the razor and took up the sponge. He tapped the inside of my ankles and I spread my feet. Dirk scrubbed one thigh, then the other, then a calf, then the other. He got himself into a solid position and picked up my ankle and set my foot down on his bent knee. Then he carefully scrubbed each of my toes, almost massaging them as he worked. He scrubbed my ankles, then held my foot aloft and scrubbed the bottom. Now THAT tickled! Dirk set down that foot and picked up the other. Soon it was as sparkly clean as the first one. Finally Dirk looked up at my crotch. "Time to make sure THIS is clean. Like you told me, a clean cock is a happy cock!" Did I say that? Moi? Dirk took hold of my foreskin--what little there was--and skinned it back. He then soaped up the luffa and ran the rough sponge round and round the sensitive head of my cock. Of course it was soon poking out at Dirk. Dirk took that as a GOOD sign and kept working it around my glans, then across the head, then down the other side of my cock. Tiring of this game, Dirk attacked my smooth balls with the sponge. They, too, enjoyed his playing. "Well," Dirk said, "I guess there's only one way to find out if your cock is clean!" He opened his mouth and sort of impaled himself on my cock. I felt his nose poke my belly before he quickly spit out my cock, gasping and coughing as his gag relax took over. "Deep throating in one gulp takes practice," I advised. "But I'm happy to give you LOTS of opportunities to practice on me!" Dirk DID get better; a few weeks later and he COULD swallow my cock from head on without immediately gagging, only he had to do it slowly and steadily. Give him a couple of years and he'd be a champion cocksuckers! I'll wait, as long as it's still ME he's practicing on! After Dirk had stopped coughing he slowly started nibbling on my cock. He managed to get most of it into his mouth before his gag reflex starting, well, gagging. So Dirk contented himself with sucking that much, pulling his head back and letting his tongue and teeth gently caress and scratch my cock. It felt good. Dirk realized he wasn't doing much with the hand that wasn't helping guide my cock into his mouth, so he began tugging on my balls--he remembered I liked that. He also started kneading them and rubbing them, like he was checking that they were clean and properly hairless. His hand started wandering a bit further back, and soon found its way into my recently-vacated asshole. All the while he continued tasting my cock to make sure it was clean. Dirk decided he was getting tired on his knees, so he picked up the pace. He also tried some variety, like running his tongue around the tip of my head and glans before opening his mouth again and sucking my cock back in. Boy, this guy was a fast learner! Or maybe he was trying to catch up from thirty years of being--ugh--straight! Well, the variety worked, and I was soon spurting jism down his throat. Dirk took it like a man, indeed, he smacked his lips and said, "I never realized how GOOD cum tasted. You know, I tasted my own, like when I was younger. And once I fucked this girl, and um, she made me eat her out afterwards. So I ate my cum and her cunt juices. I think I liked the cum part of it better." (That's not a comparison that I need to make in MY lifetime!) Dirk grinned up at me, knowing how grossed out I'd be by his comments. All I did was growl, "I'll give you plenty more cum to taste, boy!" We broke up at my daddy/his boy imitation. Neither of us was particularly daddy-ish or boy-ish (although I suppose I gave out MORE of an air of top or daddy, and I COULD grow a goatee and look older.) Dirk picked up the soap and cleaned the saliva off my cock (no cum was there; Dirk made sure of that). He also wiped out my ass, again. then stood up and pronounced me "clean." I said, "In that case, let's dry up, get dressed, and go shopping." We got out of the shower and I handed him a fluffy towel, then took once for myself. After we were dry we headed back into my bedroom. Dirk picked up his underwear, and I said, "Hold it. You won't be need those right now. And there's something I wanted to try out on you." Dirk looked at me quizzically, but stood there naked, waiting. I went to a drawer and got out several cock rings, different sizes, different metals, even a couple of rubber ones. "What are those?" Dirk asked. Jeez, don't straight guys learn ANYTHING before crossing over the line? So I explained about cock rings, and cock and ball harnesses, and ball stretchers--Dirk made me show him one of these. He started getting hard when I snapped the leather band round his cock, then tugged a little on his balls to get the one-inch stretcher one. "Hey, this feels kind of neat!" Dirk exclaimed. "Maybe later," I said. "For now I just want you in a cock ring, so we can get you properly attired." I took a chrome ring and worked Dirk's balls through it, then, with difficulty, worked his half-hard cock through. Dirk said it was uncomfortable. "I'm a BIG guy, you know," Dirk said. "I've seen ten year olds with bigger cocks and balls then yours!" I taunted back. Dirk picked up a towel and twirled it a couple of times and snapped it at my thigh. "Hey!" I yelled, looking for MY towel, which Dirk had cleverly stepped on to prevent me from using it. "And what were YOU doing looking at ten-year-olds' cock and balls?" Dirk said. "Couldn't find a REAL man?" he added, grinning wickedly. Again he struck out at me with the towel. Ouch, that stung! I couldn't get to my towel, so all I could do was rush him and try to tackle him. He snapped the towel at me once, as I grabbed around his waist and took him down onto his back. Dirk quickly took the towel and wrapped it around my head as he wrapped his feet around MY waist. We fought silently for a couple of minutes before I finally got a hand between us and was able to feel around his smooth chest for his tits. I started tweaking his tits. THAT got his attention. Finally I was able to come up for air long enough to say, "Hey we have to get going." Dirk let go of one end of the towel and we untangled ourselves. As we got to our feet I notice we both had hard ons. God, with Dirk around my cock would NEVER get a rest. ("And what would be so wrong with that?" I hear you thinking.) Dirk took the cock ring off himself--not so easy when you're most hard--and said, "Let me try one a little bit larger." So I handed him another one. This one was chrome, too, but was not circular in cross-section. It was kind of oblong, designed to "show" your basket. It worked--Dirks basket stuck out nicely from his flat front. "I feel kind of silly," Dirk complained. "Yeah, but you LOOK hot!" I replied. "Get your shorts or jeans on, whatever you have with you. And don't bother with underwear." Dirk had brought a pair of jeans with him, in addition to the shorts he'd worn to the beach and clubbing clothes. They clung tightly to his ass, like I remembered. And the cock ring did make his basket stick out nicely. In the meantime, I slipped a cock ring on my own cock, and stepped into a pair of 501s. Well worn, but not ripped. Neat is MY style. We slipped on our shirts, showing off both our nice chests--just to be sure, I started tweaking at Dirk's tits again, to make sure they poked out. I threw a leather vest on, just to get in the spirit of things. We got on our shoes, grabbed our wallets and headed out to do some leather shopping.