Dirk

Dirk Copyright 2000

I was headed up the stairs to my office when I looked across the first-floor office area and saw the most gorgeous guy I'd ever seen. Well, the most gorgeous guy I'd seen that morning, it's having been a singularly unexciting Caltrain ride into the City.

I suppose if you like bears, you wouldn't have given Dirk-as I later learned his name was-a second glance. And if you require facial hair, well, Dirk didn't match up on that criterion either. But he was definitely "IIB" in my eyes ("IIB" means "Invite Into Bed." It's the highest rating my friend and I give a guy. "NKOB" is the next highest rating. That means, would "Not Kick Out of Bed." The lowest rating is, of course, "KOB"; I'll let you figure that one out. In between we've used various other ranks, like "Would Do Him" and "Would Let Him Do Me," for example. But I digress. Big time.)

Dirk appeared to be in his late 20s (29, I found out). He was quite thin (28 x 34 was the size markings on the 501s he wore one casual Friday. And boy did those shrink-fit jeans fit nicely over his tight, well-rounded butt-I even overheard a couple of the women in Marketing talking about it.)

Dirk had a good physique, the taut, muscular arms and well-built chest of an athlete, not the pumped-up body of a weight-lifter. It turns out Dirk was an avid tennis player-that accounted for the arms, and also liked swimming and roller blading-those were what gave him his great set of lungs, tight ass, and gorgeous legs (he wore shorts to work once when it was supposed to be unbearably hot. His legs were to die for, as they say.)

Dirk had no facial hair, as I'd alluded to earlier. Hell; he looked like he shaved maybe once a week, if that often-a smudge above his lip was about eh only indication that he'd hadn't shaved in a while. Dirk had darkish-brown hair, cut in an expensive style, wore small, oblong glasses in modern wire-rimmed frames, and had a killer smile showing off straight white teeth (Dirk had actually done a bit of modeling in college, he mentioned during one of our chats.)

All of this, and more, I found out over the succeeding days, either by watching him or, on occasion, making sure that I was in our small lunchroom at the same time he broke for lunch. Dirk was very friendly. I found out he was new to San Francisco, having spent several years after college working in the LA area. He was not married and not seeing anyone (I had little indication of the sex of the person he'd see were he seeing anyone. From what he implied, and the fact that my gaydar-usually pretty reliable-had not even moved off the "het" side of the scale, I suspected it would be a female he'd be seeing. Pity.)

Dirk usually wore shirts with the top couple of buttons open, so I could see but a few sparse hairs on his upper chest. Short-sleeve shirts let me see his smooth, muscular arms (I also saw him lifting a computer monitor, displaying nicely-cut biceps, good enough to run one's tongue over. Mmmm!) On another occasion I caught him standing on his desk, reaching ceiling-ward to replace a light bulb. His shirt rode up, exposing a couple of inches of skin at his waist. From what I could tell, there was a hint of a treasure trail, but no appreciative amount of hair higher up. I noticed that the treasure trail seems thicker and darker as it disappeared into the top of Dirk's pants, giving hint that he was probably much hairier below then he was above.

And then there was the time I caught him coming out of the bathroom stall as I was headed for the urinal (admit it, boys, YOU check out the packages on guys coming out of the stalls, don't you?) Dirk was just buttoning up his 501s (he wore no belt, of course), and I saw a hint of light blue, very clingy bikini underwear. I confirmed that his bush was probably quite thick, judging from the hairy patch above the rim of his underwear. As I said, I studied Dirk carefully, and what I saw I liked very much. Enough to hope to get to know him better....

One Friday I sat down to lunch in the lunch room with a couple of co-workers. Dirk joined us shortly thereafter (I don't think he deliberately sat at MY table; there was a seat open, and people he knew besides me. But I could fantasize that it was ME that made him sit there.) The conversation naturally turned to what everyone was doing that weekend. The weatherman had predicted that it would be one of the rare really hot weekends in San Francisco. Most of the hets were doing the usual het thing-barbeques, son's baseball games, girl scout hikes.

I mentioned that I was planning to go to the beach to work on my tan. Dirk piped up, "There are beaches around here? Where?"

I responded, "There's Ocean Beach, Baker Beach, Golden Gate Beach, Land's End. There's also Santa Cruz, if you want to drive that far. But I'll be staying here in the City. It's nice and close, and if it's not too foggy it's as good as Santa Cruz." Better scenery, I could have added-all the pretty boys in their skimpy trunks, or less-most of the beaches I'd named were clothing optional, in case you didn't notice. If Dirk mentioned what he was doing that weekend, I didn't notice. Anyway, the conversation moved on.

Later that same afternoon I was working at my desk when Dirk stopped by. Naturally I looked up at him-you would too-that day he was wearing a ribbed shirt that hugged his chest, showing the hint of his six-pack and two perky, dime-sized tits poking out the material on his chest. Yum! "What's up? I asked. Dirk rarely came to visit, and always about some work-related matter.

"I was wondering," Dirk began, "If you might have room for me to join you at the beach tomorrow? I used to go all the time when I lived in LA, body surfing and sunning. Since I've moved up to San Fran I haven't gone once. Not sure where to go, I guess."

Luckily I was sitting at my desk so Dirk couldn't see my pants start to tent out as I thought of Dirk at a nude beach. I shook my head and returned to reality as I replied, "Sure. I was going by myself so there's plenty of room in my car. How about 11:00? There'll still be spots open if we leave then. I'll bring some snacks and stuff. You bring the beer. Okay?" We agreed on the details and I got Dirk's address, then he left. I had trouble concentrating the rest of the afternoon-my cock kept on getting hard as I fantasized about my upcoming "date."

Saturday rolled around. I packed up my towel, threw some snack and other stuff into my backpack and got ready to go. At the last minute I remember my cameras and film-I'm also an avid photographer, I've even had photographs published in a number of magazines, including a spread in In Touch, another in Freshmen (you get the idea on the kind of models I liked!), and even some straight stuff like photos to accompany an article in San Francisco Monthly.

Anyway, the pictures I was hoping to take that day would NOT be for public consumption, at least not in a straight magazine! I drove to Dirk's apartment and waited for him to come out.

Dirk came out of his apartment dressed in tiny shorts that hugged his ass (and also showed off his muscular thighs and calves), a tank top that showed pale, but deliciously-muscular arms, and carrying a bag with towel, football (how het-darn it!) and a small cooler of beer. I gave him the once over-wouldn't you?-as he got in, and off we went.

I'd decided we'd start at the beach between Baker Beach and the beaches at the base of the Golden Gat e Bridge. There was a nice, not-too-steep path down from the parking area. At the bottom there was a few rock piles with smooth, privacy spots behind them. Also, there were likely to be a few mixed couples-I figured a naked woman or two would encourage Dirk to disrobe completely, assuming he was reluctant to take off his trunks in front of just guys.

We reached the foot of the cliff and headed right (toward the Bridge, if you know the area). If Dirk noticed the paucity of women as we walked along, he didn't comment. Nor did he say anything when we ran across our first, then second, then third naked man lying in the sun. I couldn't help but saying, "You can work on your entire tan on this beach," as we passed the next couple of guys doing just that.

"I'll pass on that," Dirk replied. Then we passed our first naked couple walking towards us. The woman was quite good looking (so was the guy, mind you!) Dirk turned his head to look back at her. I commented, "It's not polite to stare."

Dirk blushed, and said, "Sorry," and turned his head back. I thought his shorts looked like they were tenting out a little. Sure enough, Dirk stopped and said, "Gotta arrange the old man," (do straight boys REALLY say things like that?) He kind of faced away from me and blocked my view with his shoulder as he reached into his shorts (I didn't want to scare him off, so I did not offer to help). He cleared his throat then said, "Okay, I'm all set. Let's go."

We continued up the beach, passing a few more guys-some naked, some in gym trunks or suits, and one fat guy in an impossibly-small thong-and even two more couples (one totally naked, one where the girl-and the guy, for that matter-were both topless). I was secretly happy that we'd seen at least a few females. I didn't want Dirk to realize too early that this was mostly a gay beach. After all, I wanted him to stay, even if he wasn't gay.

I spotted an open pile of rocks and led Dirk behind them. Previous tanners had cleared off a flat spot large enough for us to spread out our towels. Others had moved small rocks out of the way, set up a couple of logs which could be used as seats and even made a niche into which we could push the beer cooler out of the sun.

I quickly sat down, tore off my shoes and socks, then shirt, then grabbed for a camera as Dirk stood on one foot and took off his other hose and sock.

I fiddled with the camera as he took of his other shoe and sock. Then he noticed what I was doing (namely, aiming the camera at his upper torso and getting the lens in focus), and asked, "What's up?"

I said, "I take photographs for a hobby. I've even gotten some published in a number of magazines." Grinning, I added, "Your payment for my taking you to the beach is to let me take pictures of you. What-didn't I tell you?"

Dirk stood there looking at me. "What do you do with the pictures?" he asked.

"Some of them get published," I said. "Most of them go into scrapbooks or folders. A few I use in the classes I teach-with the subject's signed permission. You should know about that since you did some modeling in college. By now I must have ten thousand photos, maybe more. Girls, guys, streetcars, mountain lions, sunsets. About the only thing I DON'T do are babies." (I could have added, most of the pictures of women were incidental, where a girl was just too darn close to a cute guy to be cropped out.)

Dirk nodded, and appeared to be satisfied. I started snapping away as he took off his shirt. Luckily I was concentrating on my photography or I would have sprung a woody. Dirk's chest was gorgeous! It was thin, his ribs were well-outlined and six-pack-ish. His skin was pale; obviously Dirk didn't walk around shirtless. I wonder why, with such a great build. Or maybe he was afraid he'd be attacked by all the gay guys in San Francisco. I'd have attacked him!

Dirk's tits were small and pointy, as his tight shirts had indicated. Dirk had no more hair on his chest than his open-necked shirts had shown, just a few hairs between his tits, and NO hairs around them. A thin treasure trail extended downward from Dirk's navel, spreading out as it reached the top of his shorts, and giving hint that Dirk might be hairier down below than he was above.

Dirk stripped off his shorts. I snapped away as Dirk revealed a pale blue bikini swim suit. The front package was nothing to write home about (actually, I rarely write my Mom about my dates), except that it bulged out from Dirk's thin abdomen. The suit was clingy over Dirk's well-rounded ass (I made Dirk show me his profile and turn around after his shorts came off.

About the only thing to mar the picture, from my point of view, was a surprisingly thick patch of hair spreading upward across Dirk's lower belly-hidden by pants, now on display because of the low-riding swim trunks (I REALLY like smooth guys. And if they're not smooth, I REALLY REALLY like shaving them. Much of the time I keep my own crotch completely shaved. Today, in case you're interested, my cock and balls were shaved, as was my perineum and ass crack-what little hair I have there-and my pubes were trimmed fairly short.) I decided I'd still like to see Dirk naked, but now I had a NEW fantasy, of shaving him.

I took a few more photos of Dirk, then he said, "Hey, aren't YOU getting undressed?" I think he was more interested in us fitting in than in particularly wanting to see what I looked like in trunks. But I could hope...

I said, "Sure. I'm done with this roll of film, anyway." I put the camera back in its case and stood up. Dirk looked a bit surprised as I slipped off my shorts to reveal... My nakedness. I often don't wear underwear on weekends (like under 501s), and particularly not when I'm going to a nude beach. I looked at him and said, "It IS a clothing-optional beach. I opt not to wear anything. I like getting an overall tan. I also like the freedom of having everything hang out."

Dirk was checking me out (I've discovered that straight men check each other out, too. Not to see whether they'd be interested, rather to see what the competition-for babes-is, and see how they stack up against each other (larger? longer? hairier?) If Dirk seemed surprised that my pubes were trimmed and cock and balls were shaved, he was too polite-or straight-to say anything. Dirk DID say, "I think I'll keep my trunks on-for now. I've never been naked in public before." (I made a mental note of his "for now."

There was hope!)

I said, "Haven't you ever fooled around? Or skinny-dipped? Or dared each other?"

Dirk said, "Well, once we went skinny-dipping at scout camp, but it was dark. We almost got in trouble, but they didn't catch us and couldn't figure out who was in the pool. And of course in the shower room you're naked, but that's different. That's sort of private, you know."

Well, that seemed to be enough on THAT topic, so I asked Dirk, "Hey, you want a beer? Then we can go toss the football around." I may be gay, but I DO keep in shape, and I DO like sports. And watching Dirk's muscles ripple WOULD be pleasurable, anyway.

Dirk got out a couple of beers while I got our some of the snacks. When we'd finished the beers and chips, Dirk grabbed the football and out we went. Dirk DID look good running around, throwing and catching the ball. The sun cast great shadows on the hard corners of his muscular body.

After a while Dirk and I tired of our game. After one final catch he tucked the ball under his arm and headed up to me. "What now?" he asked.

"Let's go back behind the rocks, and I'll rip off your trunks, and give you the best blow job of your life." That's what I thought. Instead I said, "Let's drop the ball off, then head up the beach. I want to try something."

We headed back behind the rocks. Dirk went to grab us a couple of beers while I changed lenses and film, and packed a couple of cameras in a shoulder bag. I made us finish the beers there-I don't think you're actually supposed to HAVE alcohol on the beach. I certainly didn't want us to be caught walking up the sand with them.

Dirk and I strolled along, up towards the base of the Golden Gate Bridge, chatting about work, life, sports, marine ecology, tides, everything but girls (and boys.) The tide was in pretty far, so we had to clamber over the rocks that occasionally jutted out from the cliffs (These rock piles form small coves of sand. The coves TEND to get more gay as you get closer to the bridge, although you'll occasionally find a cove that a couple of male/female couples have staked out. Once a cove becomes "mixed" for the day, other couples-make that women-feel more comfortable taking off their tops, and sometimes bottoms, and the entire cove fills up with sunning couples. I reminded Dirk, quietly, that it was impolite to stare, when we crossed one such hetero cove.

At last we got to the cove at the base of the Bridge. I walked with Dirk to where I wanted him, then told him, "Stay there." I moved back towards the cliff and got out one of my cameras. "Face me, half-profile," I told him. I got a great shot of his luscious body with the entire Golden Gate Bridge in the background. I told him to move around, do cartwheels, pushups, spin around, pretend to be a model. I went through two rolls of film with him cavorting on the beach in the shadow the Bridge (I got a couple of these published in one of the local gay rags-no money, but I did get three photography jobs from the by-line.)

Suddenly Dirk stopped and said, "Fuck it. Hold on a minute." I looked at him. He stood there for a couple of seconds with his hands at his waist. Suddenly I realized what he was doing-he was untying the string at the front of his trunks. I couldn't help but stare as he lowered them, then bent and stepped out of them.

Dirk looked at me defiantly, as if daring to comment on his nakedness. All I said was, "How do you feel?"

"Naked," Dirk said, with a grin. That broke the tension. "This is what you wanted to see, isn't it?" he asked.

"Actually," I replied, "I find most guys sexier when their wearing their trunks rather than when they're naked. Why do you think they sell so much sexy lingerie?"

Dirk thought about that for a few seconds then said, "Well, do you want me to put them back on?" He net over and made as if to do just that.

I laughed and said, "No, of course not! Welcome to your first nude beach. Now move your hands out of the way and let me get some pictures of you against the bridge." I snapped away as once again Dirk cavorted on the edge of the water, then climbed on the bridge pedestal, did some modeling poses, walked a few feet balancing on his hands-now THAT was a sight to see!

I suppose you're wondering just what Dirk's trunks were hiding. Dirk's cock and balls were nothing to write home about. From what I could see through his thick, dark bush, Dirk had an ordinary-sized cut cock and balls that were on the small side, although they hung down nicely in the warmth of the sun. I figured that with proper trimming he would look quite nice as a calendar pin-up. I also decided that, despite the hair, I wouldn't mind getting a mouthful of Dirk's cock and balls. I doubted that was to be, however. Oh well, Dirk was still good company, and fun, and I had gotten some great photos of him.

Anyway, after I'd taken my fill of pictures, and Dirk had tested the waters of San Francisco Bay (he only went up to his knees) and discovered just why he hadn't seen anyone else in the water-namely that it's friggin' cold!-we headed back down the beach to where we'd left our stuff. Dirk commented, as we walked along, "This is SO weird. I feel so, um, exposed! Like everyone's checking me out!" (Well, only the GAY guys and all of the women were, so that was only like 95% of the people we passed).

We got back to our rock pile. Dirk sat down and stretched out while I put the cameras away. Dirk got us each a beer while I reached into the pocket of my camera case and pulled out a pipe, some dope, and a lighter. Now, mind you, I don't smoke dope very often, but when I do, I only smoke very good stuff. This was, what a friend of mine had dubbed, "two-hit dope." That's the number of hits it took to get a VERY good buzz on. Dope makes ME horny, and I wanted to see if it would have the same effect on Dirk. Call it an experiment.

Anyway, I loaded the pipe and took a hit. I felt a relaxing glow about as I handed the pipe to Dirk. Dirk looked at it, then me, said, "What the fuck," and took a hit. "Take another," I said, as Dirk went to hand the pipe back to me. He did, then took a gulp of his beer. I took a second hit, knocked out the dottle, and put the pipe and lighter away.

Dirk and I sat there looking at each other. "Wow!: he said. "That's good weed! Hand me the chips, would you?" Then he started giggling. I did too, as I took a handful of chips. So, what do you want? In addition to dope making me horny, it also gives me the munchies.

It also lessens my inhibitions. I suddenly reached out to where Dirk was sitting and grabbed at some of the hair above his cock, actually more towards his belly. "You know, Dirk, if you're going to wear those skimpy trunks, you really ought to trim this. It'd show off your six-pack better-all that hard work to get in such great shape, and you hide it in all of that hair."

Dirk giggled, I guess dope made him not mind another GUY touching his there.

I move my hand lower, and tugged at his pubes. Now I was definitely in forbidden territory. "And you could trim this," I said, then pulled at the hair on his balls! "And shave this. Show off what you have, like the porn models!"

Dirk surprised the hell out of me when he reached forward and poked at my hairless gonads. "Like you did? Looks like someone got a little bit frisky with a razor!"

I replied, "I didn't think you noticed!" That set us both to giggling. Just a couple of stoned guys having fun.

We finished our beers, then Dirk said, "As long as I'm naked, I may as well work on my tan." He lay back on his back with his arms behind his head. I decided that that was worth a picture (or seven!) After I'd taken a bunch, I put the camera away and laid back to catch some rays myself.

After half an hour or so the alarm on my watch went off. I sat up, then decided the buzz had worn off (the dope certainly did NOT have staying power). I got out the pipe, loaded some more dope, and took a hit. I then nudged Dirk, "Time for your hit," I said in a sing-song voice. Dirk sat up and laughed as he took the pipe. This time we each got three hits before the pipe was empty.

This time Dirk laid down on his stomach with his gorgeous cheeks aimed in my direction. It was all I could do to keep from jumping between his legs and munching away. I got a couple of picture of those rounded mounds. Lucky for me, Dirk's head was turned away from me so he couldn't see the enormous hard-on I now sported (the combination of dope, and sun, and this gorgeous man had finally gotten to me).

I laid down on the sand on my stomach and unsuccessfully willed my hard-on to go down. The next thing I knew my alarm had gone off again. I realized my cock had gone soft again, so I sat up. I nudged Dirk. "Time to get up," I said, "Or you'll burn."

Dirk looked up at me over his shoulder. "I'll, um, stay this way, thank you."

I looked down at him and smiled. "Problem?" I asked. "I've seen cocks hard, you know. Quite a few, actually."

Dirk said, "Um, well, let me lie here for a minute and see if it'll go away." After a couple of minutes he said, "Aw, fuck it!" And rolled over and sat up. He tried to hide his woody behind his bent knees, but I caught a glance of a five-inch pecker poking out. It looked, why, good enough to eat!

I grabbed a camera and said, "Show time!" Dirk looked at me in horror. "Come on," I said, "I've gotten pictures of you every other way!" Dirk relented and stretched out his legs. I snapped a couple of pictures. He spread his legs. I took a couple more. Dirk then started getting into it, crouching like a tiger ready to spring (with his hard-on poking out), or sitting and twisting his hips like a sexy model (which he was!) and looking over his shoulder. I was in heaven as I snapped away, switched lenses, put on filters, and snapped some more.

Dirk sat there, legs spread and resting on his hands. His cock still pointed up and out from his body. I'm not sure whether it was the sun or the freedom of being outdoors, or the dope-it was probably the dope-that caused Dirk to say, "It just won't seem to go down!"

I leaned forward and said, in a serious tone of voice, "I bet I can make it go down!"

Dirk looked at me and said, "Yeah? How?" Like fish in a barrel.

I quickly leaned forward, opened my mouth, and engulfed Dirk's cock to the base. His pubes tickled my nose. I slowly pulled my mouth back, my lips tightly fastened around his shaft. I paused when my lips reached his glans, letting my tongue run playfully over the tip. After a few seconds of that I pulled my head back all the way, and crouched there waiting to see Dirk's reaction.

Dirk looked down at his cock, then looked me straight in the eyes and said, "Nope, that didn't work. It's still hard." That was certainly not what I'd expected him to say!

I had enough presence of mind to reply, "Well, maybe I'd better keep at it, then."

I was only mildly surprised by that time when Dirk grinned and responded, "You know, maybe you'd better. I'd hate to think I have to climb back up those cliffs with a stiffy like this."

So what else could I do? I leaned forward and started sucking in earnest. I played with Dirk's balls as I worked my mouth up and down his "stiffy." I liked the tip. I ran my tongue around the glans. I pulled back what little foreskin the doctor had left and tickled the sensitive skin underneath. THAT got a reaction from Dirk; he started squirming and moaning. And leaking.

The first pearly drop of pre-cum appeared. Yum, was it ever sweet. I licked and played with Dirk's sensitive head, coaxing out a couple of more drops of nectar. Then I decided to do what I liked, and attacked Dirk's balls.

I sucked both of them into my mouth. I ran my tongue over and around them. I leaned my neck back, tugging them ever so gently away from their protection. Dirk started moaning again with delight-I'm not sure anyone had ever worked on his nuts the way I was working on them. If anything, his cock stiffened even more, and the pre-cum started running profusely.

I took a pause from my teaballing to lap up the pre-cum. I slid my mouth downward, pointing Dirk's cock down my throat. I opened my mouth yet wider and sucked in the rest of his package. By the sounds of his moaning, Dirk was enjoying my work on his cock and balls. I certainly was enjoying it!

With Dirk's package in my mouth, my hands were free to do some exploring. I started working my way upward, to play with Dirk's pointy tits, but he pushed my hands away. So I started working them down his sides, then back, cupping his ever-so-perfect ass cheeks as best I could. I kept away from his ass crack, figuring that was just a little too outre for Dirk to let me do.

I opened my mouth and let Dirk's balls slip from my lips. I back to work on his cock, sucking and licking and tickling. I pulled one hand out from under Dirk's ass so that I could play with his balls. I licked around the glans again and suddenly felt the first gush of cum spurt across my tongue.

Dirk moaned and groaned as I continued sucking and pumping and playing with his balls and licking and tickling and milking him for all he was worth. Truth be told, it wasn't much-three spasms and Dirk was pretty much empty, except for the cleanup work of the last dribbles of cum.

I sat back on my haunches and waited for Dirk to catch his breath. He looked down at his nearly-soft cock and said, "Yep, THAT seemed to have done the trick."

"Happy to oblige," I replied. "Call me if you every need help again."

"Well," he replied thoughtfully, "Usually when I have this problem I have, um, a better way to take care of it, if you know what I mean. Um, better in the sense that I'm more used to it, you know?"

I said, "Sure. But keep me in mind-I'm always willing to help out a co-worker!"

"Thanks," Dirk replied. "Now shouldn't we get some sun on this side?" Without further ado he leaned back, put his arms behind his head, and seemed to fall asleep. I guess sex tired him out.

I laid on my back, too, thinking, wondering what Dirk thought about our little play, wondering also if it would affect anything at work...