Dirk

Dirk, part 2 Copyright 2000

I needn't have worried about how things would change between Dirk and me, after our little escapade. Over the next couple of weeks I saw Dirk as much-or as little-as always. His emails-and mine-were all work-related. Dirk joined me at my table during lunch-or I joined him, or not, as there was room at our tables. Everything seemed the same as before our little tryst.

Until that Friday, a couple of weeks after our trip to the beach, when Dirk came upstairs to my desk and said, "I'm going back to LA to visit some friends next weekend. I wanted to work on my tan and wondered if you wanted to go to the beach this weekend." He stood there, looking down at me, trying to keep a serious face. When he started grinning, then licking his lips salaciously, I suspected he just MIGHT have a little something else in mind. Might my boy be just a bit horny?

I made a big shown of checking my schedule on Outlook, then in my Palm Pilot, before looking up at him and saying, "Hmm. I seem to be free on, come to think of it, Saturday OR Sunday. Or maybe you wanted to get started after work tonight? I could cancel my plans."

Dirk laughed and said, "Thanks for the offer. But I was thinking mostly about Saturday or Sunday."

We agreed on Saturday. Dirk suggested I come over early, like 9:00, and he'd make me breakfast. Since I hadn't had such an offer in quite a while, I agreed with alacrity. 9:00, his place, he'd provide the breakfast, and beer for the beach. I'd provide lunch, and snacks, and the weed.

I knocked on the door to Dirk's place promptly at 9:00. Dirk opened the door wearing only a colorful silk robe and with a coffee cup in one hand. "Come on in," he said. "The biscuits will be done in a few minutes, the omelet pan is heating up, and the coffee's fresh and hot." Why, with his looks and cooking skills and-judging by how neat his place looked-housekeeping skills, he'd make someone a FINE husband. Me! Me! Choose me!

The coffee was delicious, as was the omelet. We sat there for awhile, enjoying the morning, chatting about work, and LA, and San Francisco, and this and that. I helped Dirk clean up. After he'd put the last pan into the dishwasher he turned to me and said, "I was thinking about what you said about trimming myself down there." He pointed towards his belly, then moved his hand towards his crotch. "And I bought another bathing suit. I think you'll like it-it's even lower cut than the blue one. And you're right, the hairs sticking out do look a bit messy."

"Then I thought to myself," Dirk continued, "I'VE never shaved down there, and YOU obviously have, so why not let YOU do the job?" He grinned and said, "You wouldn't mind helping me out, would you?"

I felt my cock stirring at the thought of shaving Dirk. "I'd be happy to. MORE than happy to. Ecstatic! When?"

"How about now?" Dirk suggested. "I'll look good at the beach and get a good tan down there. Come on back to the bathroom." Dirk started heading out of the kitchen.

"Wait a minute," I said. "Do you have hair clippers or a beard trimmer?"

Dirk turned to me and pulled at his almost-smooth jaw. "What do YOU think?" he replied.

"I just happen to have one in my car," I said. Dirk stared at me. "Hey, I was a boy scout. I come prepared! I just never know when I'm going to run into someone who needs a trim. I'd hate for someone to make me any offer and for me to have to pass it up! I'll be back in a minute. Don't go any place!" With that, I turned and headed out of Dirk's apartment for a quick trip to my car.

I was back in a couple of minutes, carrying my clippers, a few prep razors, and, of course, my camera set up for indoors, close-up work. Dirk had tidied up the kitchen and dining room while I was gone. Like I said, he'll make someone a FINE husband!

"What do we do?" Dirk asked me when I'd come in and closed the door behind me.

"Let's start by taking a few "before" pictures," I said, "Just to set the stage. Take off your robe and get Stand over there."

Dirk took off his robe. Of course he had nothing underneath it. Except the hot body that I remembered from the beach. My cock remembered too, it was hard in my shorts before you could say, "Cock Robinson." I snapped a picture of him casually leaning against the wall. His cock and balls were hidden in the thick bush (I'd soon take care of that). I had Dirk sit on the couch with his legs spread. Snap! I had him lie down, back facing the camera, back leg raised. Another great picture. I took a couple more, then said, "Let's get started."

Dirk got up and led me towards his bedroom. On the way he asked, "What do you need?"

"Get a large towel and a small brush," I said. "That's all I'll need to start." Dirk stopped at a closet to get a towel and a small whisk brush. He then led me into his bedroom. I decided that Dirk's asking me to shave him had not been a spur of the moment decision-his bedroom looked as though he'd spent a bit of time cleaning it up in anticipation of having a guest. Even a bedspread covered the bed.

I laid the towel across the bed, close to an edge. "Lie down across the towel," I said, "With your legs hanging over the edge." The towel would now catch the hairs I cut off.

Dirk laid down as I had directed. He lifted his upper body and rested it on his elbows, the better to watch a master barber at work. I spread his legs apart a few inches, both to give me working room and so he'd be better balanced. I Sat down next him and got to work.

I attached a level-guide to the end of my professional-model clippers. I set the guide to a low-medium height, a good length for leaving trimmed pubic hairs. I turned on the clippers-that made Dirk wince, and set them down on his hips next to the mound of hair above his cock. Dirk was quite soft. I, on the other hand, was rock hard. I just LOVE shaving a guy.

I asked, "Ready?" Dirk nodded. I ran the clippers across his lower belly, trimming off the top inch of his pubes. I moved my hand down and made a couple of more parallel swathes. Another swath and I'd reached the top side of Dirk's cock. I picked up the whisk and brushed the loose hairs off Dirk's belly, the better to see what I was doing.

I turned the clippers and ran them down either side of Dirk's cock, trimming off as much hair as I could. The level-guide would ensure that I couldn't take off too much. That left only Dirk's cock and balls to be done in this pass.

I took hold of the tip of Dirk's cock and pulled it away from his body, then downward. I ran the clippers along the top side. I pulled his cock this way and that, trying to take off as much hair as I could-it makes it so much easier to shave if you get most of the brush out of the way.

I took hold of Dirk's ball sac at the base, and pulled it partly taut. I ran the clipper over the top, pausing when the clippers were right on his balls. Dirk giggled, and I noticed his cock stirring a little. I moved the clippers and continued my work (rather, play). Pretty soon Dirk was as trimmed as he was getting with the clippers set the way they were.

I turned the clippers off and whisked away more loose hair. Then I took the level-guide off the clippers. Dirk looked at me, quizzically. "The high setting was to trim the hairs I'll be leaving. Now I'm ready to get off everything that I'll be shaving smooth. Trimming it first makes it much easier to shave."

The first thing I did was to run the clippers from Dirk's belly button down his treasure trail to the top of his trimmed pubes. Dirk started to protest. I retorted, "Shut up, or I'll take it ALL off." Actually I wouldn't, I never take off more than I'm supposed to. Even if the bottom is tied up, I make sure he knows what he's getting in for. After all, a trimmed cock in the locker room is one thing. A totally bald crotch is quite another. It worked, though; Dirk settled down.

I ran the clippers across Dirk's belly, a couple of inches above his cock. I left enough hair to make a nice triangle to frame his cock and balls. I ran the clippers down either side of Dirk's cock, carefully eyeballing my work to make sure the two sides were symmetric.

I started on Dirk's cock and balls. I wanted to take off as much hair as I could with the clippers, so I could make short shrift of the razor work. I took hold of the tip of Dirk's cock and carefully ran the clippers down all sides. A pile of loose hair at the base of his cock gave evidence of my work. Dirk's balls soon got the same treatment.

"Pick up your legs," I ordered. Dirk lifted his legs. I spread them out, then got daring. I took hold of Dirk's legs from behind the knees and bent them back. This gave me my first view of Dirk's hole. I could see no hairs around it, or along his crack, just a few hairs amongst the skin of his perineum. As long as I had him in that position I could not help but stare him in the eyes and ask, "Ready to try something new and different?"

Dirk looked at me blankly. Then he got it. I could feel his legs tense as he tried to put them down. "Fuck, no!" he yelled. "Cut it out! Don't even talk about that! Let me go!" He struggled to lower his legs to protect his exposed ass hole.

"Just kidding," I said, grinning. "I just wanted to check whether you needed to be trimmed down there." I added, "You don't except for a few hairs down here." I pulled at a couple of the hairs in the skin behind Dirk's balls. "I can get these with the razor. So I guess I'm done here."

I picked up the whisk and brushed as many of the loose hairs off of Dirk's crotch. I made sure to tickle around and under his balls. I then said, "Go take a shower and rinse off the loose hairs. Get the hair that's there nice and wet. Soak it well, and leave it damp. And don't look at yourself in a mirror; I'm not done yet so it doesn't look good." Besides, I didn't want him to see how much I'd taken off and tell me that I'd done enough. Scraping a razor along the skin is the really fun part of shaving someone.

Dirk came back in a few minutes. The water gleamed off the hairs at his crotch. I'd done a good job so far. Well, I had such a beautiful specimen to work with. Dirk had brought a clean towel with him. He carefully folded up the dirtied towel and set it to the side. He set down the new towel. Just before he sat down I remembered, and told him, "Go get a big pot of warm water, and bring it back here." Dirk came back in a couple of minutes.

He handed me the pot and laid back on the bed in his former position. "Get to work," he ordered. Then he kind of giggled at me. I set down the pot next to him, handy for me in which to rinse the razor as I shaved away.

I'd brought a packet of prepping razors with me from the car. I don't like using shaving cream; you can't see what you're doing. And if the hair is soaked and wet enough, you don't really need shaving cream. I sat down next to Dirk. I stared at his crotch for a few seconds, just admiring my position.

I took hold of the skin around Dirk's belly and spread it apart, making it as taut as I could. I ran the razor across his skin, scraping away at the few hairs there. After a couple of swathes, I rinsed off the razor. I continued downward, scraping away the hairs on Dirk's belly and the what had been the top half or more of the bush above his cock. Pale skin soon gleamed back at me.

I took hold of Dirk's cock and started scraping down the sides. Dirk started getting hard. "Good," I said, lest Dirk get embarrassed. "It's easier to shave when the surface you're shaving is hard and solid." Pretty soon Dirk's lovely five inches poked upward from his rapidly-diminishing bush. I scraped away, and soon considered myself done with that part of Dirk's anatomy. I focused my energies lower, to my favorite body part.

I took a firm grip on the bottom of Dirk's sac and stretched out the skin. I ran the razor over Dirk's orbs, being very careful not to, um, take off too much. I pulled the skin this way and then, searching out and removing every last hair. I pulled his sac upward and over Dirk's still-hard cock, and shaved the hairs on the underside of his ball sac. When I was satisfied I was done, I spread out Dirk's legs and carefully scraped away at the few hairs on his perineum. I even did the insides of his inner thighs, the better to give his legs a consistent look.

Finally I decided I was done. "Go rinse off again," I told Dirk. "This time You can dry yourself totally. I'm done shaving you."

Dirk came back from the bathroom a few minutes later with a towel wrapped demurely around his waist. "Come with me," I ordered. "I want a picture of you like that." I took a couple of pictures, then a couple more as Dirk lowered the towel, slowly revealing the crotch that I'd so recently been working on. I'd done a good job. Dirk's cock and balls shone-Dirk had wisely rubbed lotion onto them to relax the skin I'd so recently attacked with my razor. I'd done a good job on the hair I'd left; it was evenly trimmed and framed his cock and balls nicely. I commented, "You look ready to be in a photo spread. I could get you published in "Freshmen" or "In Touch" in a second."

Dirk said, "Thanks. I'll think about it." Then he grinned and added, "I'd much rather you get me published in "Playgirl. " That magazine at least makes a pretense of having women look at it!"

I laughed, then got back to taking the "after" pictures, showing the results of my efforts. I had Dirk lie down on the couch once again, on his side and with one knee up and bent, a favorite pose of mine, like I'd said. I took a few more of him in various positions then said, "Hey, let's get going. It's supposed to be a really nice day at the beach, and I want to make sure we can get a parking space and shelter."

Dirk got up and headed for the bedroom. "I'll be back in a minute," he said over his shoulder." He was, dressed in onionskins, a tank top, a baseball cap on-brim backward, of course-and sneakers. He went into the kitchen to grab the cooler and beer, grabbed a back sitting near the door with his towel and such, and said, "Let's go."

We headed off to the beach. We were just early enough, there were only a couple of spaces left when I pulled into the lot off of Lincoln Drive above the beaches close to the Bridge. We got our gear out of the car and slowly made our way down the cliff. I put down my stuff and told Dirk, "Stand over there. I want to get a picture of you against the Bridge." Dirk stood on a promontory just off of the path and I took a couple of shots. The lighting was perfect.

"Hold on, a minute," Dirk said. He took his tank top off and tossed it towards me. I caught it and stuck it in Dirk's carryall. I took a couple of more pictures, then moved in and got one from mid-chest upward. "Do you want me to take any more off?" Dirk asked.

"Don't bother," I said. "I can get close ups of you down on the beach." But by then Dirk had stripped off his running shorts, showing me his new swim trunks. My eyes goggled at the sight. The suit was certainly skimpy, as Dirk had alluded it would be, but it would be legal anyplace-it definitely was not a thong. The side panels and back were light blue and shimmered in the sun. A trapezoid of gold, also shiny, ran from between Dirk's legs upwards. The suit was clingy enough to make Dirk's basket look pleasantly large. Dirk looked yummy enough to throw down and rape on the spot! INSTANT hard-on! I gasped at him, "You're gorgeous!"

"Dirk grinned at me. "Thanks," he said. "I kind of thought you'd like it. I just hope the chicks like it as much as you and, um, others of your ilk." Incidentally, Dirk told me a few weeks later that he had worn the suit at a friend's swim party and three girls had propositioned him during the afternoon. When pressed he grinned and told me that he'd made it with two of them. Oh, well. Not all the great-looking men can be gay.

I quickly changed lenses to a close-up lens and got a couple of pictures of this gorgeous man. I noted to myself that I'd done a good job of trimming Dirk, nary a trace of hairs poked out from the top-or leg holes-of his suit.

I moved closer and got a picture of the suit, plus a couple of inches of belly and legs. I had Dirk turn around and lunge, making the back of the suit cling to his rounded cheeks. The suit was cut right-a sharp line ran down the back, lining his crack and further emphasizing his well-rounded ass.

A couple of guys had been coming down the path behind us. They stopped to watch, and to ogle. Neither one was bad looking (in other words, I'D have done both of them!) They commented on how great Dirk looked, wishing that they'd had cameras with them. It was just as well that they didn't; I'd have advised Dirk against letting anyone else take his picture-you never know where they'll turn up. I, at least, would get a signed waiver before doing anything with Dirk's pictures. Or anyone's, for that matter, in case you want to send me yours, or have me take some of you (after shaving you, of course!)

I packed up my cameras and we continued down the cliff towards the beach. As I'd surmised, the place was crowded since it was such a nice day. We walked along the beach towards the Golden Gate Bridge, looking for a private place to set down our stuff. Dirk got MANY stares as he paraded up the beach in but in swim trunks and sneakers. At last we found a place and set down our stuff.

After we'd spread out our towels, Dirk asked, "Do you want to get some shots of me like this, or nude?" Of course I said, "Both," and we both cracked up.

"Do you want some weed first?" I asked.

Dirk said, "Sure," so we sat down on our towels and I got out a joint. Yet more good stuff, by the time we'd finished half of it I was 'most wasted, and Dirk's eyes had taken on a dreamy, relaxed appearance. Before we fell asleep, I got up and said, "Let's go." I grabbed my camera back and we headed up the beach looking for spots to take photos.

As we walked up the beach Dirk continued to get stares from guys and the few girls who were out there sunning themselves. I'm now slouch in the looks department, but I knew it wasn't me they were ogling as we walked and chatted.

I saw a pile of rocks with a flat top. I had Dirk climb up. He sat there, looking as a god checking over his kingdom (god-dom?) I moved so the sun was casting just the right light and snapped away. I took several pictures of Dirk sitting in profile, then looking wistfully over his shoulder, then stretching, then-well, you get the idea. I called up to Dirk to take off his trunks.

Dirk stood up on top of the pile and started undoing the string at his waist. I'm not sure how they knew but a few guys came over just to watch the show. Dirk stuck his hands in his waist and quickly pulled down his trunks. Applause started! Dirk looked wonderful standing there, his pubes neatly trimmed, his cock and balls shorn and shiny and out for all the world to see. I snapped away.

I had Dirk sit down and I took a few pictures. I had him move his leg to cover his privates (you could still see the bare skin of his side so you knew he was naked). THAT picture I got published in a photo magazine (with Dirk's permission). The crowds soon drifted away, and I could get down to serious photography. I changed lenses, used filters, changed apertures, and did all the other fiddling that photographers do. I ran through four rolls of film before we decided it was time to head back to our stuff. Dirk climbed down from the rocks and we walked back. Dirk in his naked state got even more glances and stares than when he'd walked up the beach in his trunks. Personally, I thought he looked sexier with his suit on.

Dirk and I got back to our place behind the rocks. I handed Dirk a beer and took one for myself. After finishing them, and some snacks, I lit us up another joint. That made us thirsty and hungry again, so we each had another beer and some more snacks. I had quite a buzz on, and I was pretty sure Dirk did too, by the way he was looking at me and giggling at the least thing I said.

Dirk picked up a Frisbee and said, "Let's work off some of the calories." I followed him onto the beach where we tossed the disk around. Dirk tossed one over my head-and into the arms of one of a pair of guys who had come up behind me. I turned around-and was pleasantly surprised.

The guy on the right, the one who'd caught the Frisbee, was maybe 6'2" tall, darkish skin, maybe 150 pounds, and with a good figure. His arms were tightly muscled. A small patch of black hair ran between his tits and downward, then stopping, then continuing between a six-pack abdomen downward to where the patch of hair surrounded a good-sized uncut cock and two plump balls. His crotch was nicely framed by a tan line; I guess he didn't get to nude beaches very often. His name was Kyle, we learned when he introduced himself.

The other guy was fair-skinned, and shorter, maybe 5'8". He was the better-looking of the two, in my opinion. Straight brown hair, and bushy brown eyebrows over piercing dark eyes. He had no chest hair or treasure trail, and a six-inch cock SOFT hung between two low-hanging and shaved balls. If anything, his legs were overdeveloped, like he did some sport that required tremendous lower-body strength. Chris told me what sport it was, but it went in one ear and out the other-I think I was sucking his cock at the time, and so had more important things on my mind. And his ass was great to look at-and fuck, I might add, speaking from personal experience (some day I might tell THAT story).

Anyway, Kyle and Chris started tossing the Frisbee around with us. After a while I went back to our stuff and pulled out beers for all of us-I don't know what Dirk was thinking when he'd brought them all down to the beach; had we finished them I'd have been in no condition to drive home. Why, I might even have had to crash at his place! Somehow I doubt that's what he had in mind. Too bad.

While we all were drinking the beers, I broached the subject of my camera and taking Chris and Kyle's photographs, along with Dirk's, as they tossed the Frisbee around. They agreed. Come to think of it, they agreed AFTER we passed the joint around. Actually, I held a photo shoot with each of them later, separately and together, and got some published pictures out of it.

But this was now. I got out the camera and took shots as these three gorgeous dudes ran up and down the beach, bending, lunging to grab at the Frisbee, making spectacular leaps-once they got into it they really let themselves go. I got at least three shots that will go into my "Boys at Play" book, if and when I ever get around to culling through my hundreds of man-pictures. Chris's dick flopping and bouncing around as he ran and jumped was enough to make a priest's mouth water.

Finally the three of them got tired, and Chris and Kyle realized that they had to get going. I gave them a business card-my professional photography card, and off they went down the beach. I got one last shot of the two of them from behind, another possibility to be at "The End" of my book. Dirk, in the meantime, had gone back behind the rocks and flopped down onto his stomach on his towel. I put my camera away and laid down on my own towel.

After we'd sunned for a while on our stomachs, we sat up and had a couple of beers and lunch, then laid down on our backs. I took the obligatory shots of Dirk. I'd done quite a good job trimming his crotch and shaving his cock and balls. Of course I had such a great subject to work with.

After half an hour or so of sunning our fronts, Dirk sat up and asked, "Hey, do you have any more of that dope? I'm losing my buzz." I rooted through the baggy and picked out the largest joint I could find. If Dirk wanted a buzz-and what I'd hoped it would lead to-I was going to give him one. Dirk even commented, "Hey, did you pay extra for this one?" as I handed the joint to him to light.

I laughed and said, "I roll my own. Sometimes I'm in a generous mood. Sometimes I want to stretch the dope. And sometimes I so stoned that I really don't know what I'm doing!" Dirk laughed at that; I guess his first hit had been a good one. Dirk passed me the joint and I took a deep hit, then handed it back to him.

After we'd smoke the joint as far as was convenient without burning our fingers-I'd forgotten to bring a clip; I put the roach back into the baggy and we sat there mellowing out. Someone nearby had brought a radio. I usually mind the interference of modern life, but since it was tuned to a soothing jazz station, I didn't mind as much. I sat there with my eyes closed, enjoying the sun on my bare skin.

Dirk giggled. I opened my eyes and looked at him. Dirk sat there, knees bent and together, with his hands resting in his lap. "Remember that problem I had last time, that you were nice enough to help me with?" Dirk asked. I sat there, puzzled. Dirk giggled again and spread his knees apart.

Five inches of hard on poked up. How nice it looked, not hidden in the mass of hair as it had been last time. Dirk's balls shone, naked and smooth and with a hint of sweat. And the small triangle of hair I'd left framed them nicely. Dirk shivered a little and his cock quivered. What's this? Was that a drop of dewy pre-cum already emerging from his piss slit in anticipation?

I looked Dirk in the face. "Are you sure you want me to take care of it?" I asked.

"Sure," Dirk grinned. "Why not? You did a good job last time taking care of it. And it's the least I can do to, um, show my thanks for shaving it. Go ahead and enjoy yourself!"

Well, how could I refuse such an invitation? I scooted forward and knelt between his legs. I surprised Dirk by shoving my mouth below his cock to begin attacking his smooth balls. I sucked them into my mouth and rolled the smooth orbs around with my tongue. Dirk squeaked with pleasure; I felt a drop of pre-cum drop onto my nose. I licked some more and tugged a little. Dirk grunted and put his hand on the back of my head to pull me-and his balls-closer; I guess he wasn't used to having someone pull on his nuts.

I, for one, LOVE someone stretching my nuts (I can easily wear a three-inch ball stretcher, and can wear a four-inch one if I'm relaxed enough, and if someone tucks hard enough. And if I'm not in a position to stop him, like if, say, my arms are attached to the corners of the bed frame. But I digress.)

After licking and sucking on Dirk's balls-I noted that I'd done a really good job shaving them, my tongue didn't feel ANY errant hairs, I let them slip out of my mouth. Only then did I start on Dirk's cock, which was patiently waiting for my ministrations. Well, maybe not so patiently, the way it bobbed back and forth and the tip was nearly covered in pre-cum.

My first stop WAS the tip. I licked off the pre-cum-nice and sweet, before opening my mouth and slipping it over the head of Dirk's cock. I paused, feeling and tasting the glans, and letting my mouth and tongue caress the sensitive skin. Doug shuddered with pleasure, and the pre-cum kept flowing.

With little effort I inhaled Dirk's cock, inch by inch, until my nose was pressed against the smooth skin of his belly. Oh how I love that feeling-a cock belonging to a gorgeous man in my mouth and my mouth pressed against his smooth belly. The only thing that could make it better was if it was MY doing that had made his belly smooth. Come to think of it, it WAS my doing.

I was in rapture!

I felt Dirk wriggle a little impatiently-a soft fondling of his balls and he quieted down. Hey, man, I blow guys as much because I get pleasure from it as for my mate to get pleasure from it. But I started moving my mouth and tongue and hands. Dirk started moaning again, so I knew I was doing a good job on him.

While my mouth was on Dirk's cock, and one hand was on his balls, my other hand started exploring. I moved it upward, rubbing my fingertips across Dirk's firm abs. That seemed to be allowable. I started moving my fingers upwards, towards his tits, which I could see were hard and pointy and just waiting to be tweaked and rubbed. THAT, apparently was NOT okay-Dirk politely but firmly blocked my hand from moving up his chest any further. Incidentally, I DID get the chance to attack his tits, and with my mouth no less, on a later beach excursion-I was trying to prove my point that sucking on a guy's tits could give him as much pleasure as sucking on a girl's tits could give her. I won that bet, Dirk could hardly deny it when his cock erupted when all I was doing was sucking on one tit and playing with the other. Well, that and tickling his ass crack-another pastime he said wouldn't give him, or any other straight guy, much pleasure.

So my hand stopped wandering upward, and instead was content to play with the ridges of Dirk's hard abs. I also tickled the skin above his cock, the skin that was normally protected, and so much less sensitive, by a thick covering of hair. All the while I sucked on his cock and rolled his balls around in my other hand.

I moved my free hand downward, letting it rest lightly on the inside of one of Dirk's thighs. Dirk didn't complain so I decided to be a little bit bolder. I switched my mouth and my hand: I stopped sucking on his cock and playing with his balls and started sucking on his balls and working my hand oh-so-lightly up and down his cock.

While his balls were in my mouth I moved both hands behind Dirk's waist and pulled him closer. Dirk planted his straightened arms in the sand and leaned back. My hands ran over the parts of his ass that I could reach. Firm, round, lovely. Were I into rimming, I'd have been hard-pressed not to move my head lower and attack his hole. As it was I restrained myself-sort of.

Finding Dirk titled far enough that his crack was almost accessible, I took the opportunity to do some exploring. I started by moving my hand ever so casually back to tickling the inside of his thighs, while my other hand went back to his cock. This time I rest my fingertips on the tip of his cock and tickled the sensitive skin made slippery by yet more pre-cum. Ever so slowly I move my lower hand, until it rested just barely in the crack below his hole.

I ever-so-slowly and ever-so-lightly moved my finger along Dirk's ass crack.

I expected Dirk to freak out; I guess he was too caught up in the pleasure my mouth was giving his balls and my other hand was giving his cock head. I felt his hole quiver at my touch. It was, as I'd expected, naturally smooth. It was also, as I'd expected, naturally wonderful. I decided Dirk WOULD freak out if I actually started working my finger into his hole, so I continued my explorations upward, being content with just rubbing up and down his crack (and no, I never did finger-fuck him. I decided that would be "too gay" in Dirk's mind.)

I continued playing with Dirk's ass crack as I once again switched mouth and hands. I went to work in earnest on Dirk's cock, sliding my mouth down to the root, that pulling my head back and lapping at the tip before sucking his cock in again. My other hand tickled his balls and played with his abs.

Dirk moaned and leaked and moaned some more.

I felt his balls pulling in, and his back tense up, so I knew he was close. I sucked harder, and tickled harder, and with a grunt Dirk's ass came off the towel as he thrust his hips forward and pushed his cock down my throat. I felt his cock swell in my mouth and felt the sweet stickiness as he came. I guess he'd been saving up or something, THIS time a sizeable amount of man juice spurted down my throat, and enough to back up and fill my mouth as again and again he spurted. And lovely-tasting cum it was, indeed!

I pulled my head off Dirk's cock to look at the still-shiny head, then leaned forward to clean up. I moved my hand up and down Dirk's cock, milking the last drops of goodness. At last Dirk pushed my head away, I guess the sensitivity had finally gotten to him.

Dirk looked at me, grinning. "Thank!" he said. "That was, um, pretty good!"

"Just pretty good!" I exclaimed. "See if I ever give you a blow job again."

"You mean if I LET you give me another blow job!" Dirk retorted.

I reach my hand forward and played with Dirk's balls. "Oh, you will!" I said. "You'll never find anyone as good as me. Or at least anyone who's willing to put up with you!"

"Okay," Dirk said. "I'm sorry. It was great! Wonderful! Stupendous. Happy? Now promise me you'll blow me again if I ask you. Please! I beg of you!"

I sat there pretending to think about it. "Well, since you apologized so nicely, I promise I'll blow you again if you want me to." I poked at Dirk's cock and looked at Dirk. "How about now?"

Dirk chuckled and said, "I think I'm spent right now. You'll just have to owe me."

"I ALWAYS pay my debts!" I said. "Especially THIS kind." Then I looked down at myself. I was still rock hard-I'd been hard from the moment I started working on Dirk. "In the meantime," I said, "You don't mind if I, um, take care of myself, do you?"

Dirk looked down as if noticing my hard on for the first time. "Did I do that?" he asked, innocently.

"Yes you did!" I replied. "So you should probably take care of it."

"Um, no thanks," Dirk said. "I think I'll pass."

"You're sure?" I asked, somehow getting caught up in it. "Have you ever felt another guy's cock?"

"No," Dirk said. "And I don't particularly have any interest."

"Okay," I said. "I won't press it. Today, at least." With that I took hold of my cock and started pumping ever so slowly. I also started tickling my own balls. Dirk kept his eyes on me; I guess he'd never seen someone else jerk off. That made it all the more exciting, having this hot, straight dude watching me.

I started tugging on my balls as I worked my hand up and down and over the head. My head gets VERY sensitive when the pre-cum starts flowing, and today was no exception. I started moaning and gasping. I worked my hand faster and tugged harder at my balls.

With a grunt and a lurch I came. Now I have distance, so I was careful to turn my body and aim my cock to the side, away from the towels. The first three splashed hit the rocks at the side of our cubbyhole. The next two only made it to the sand between the towels and the rocks. I could see Dirk was impressed, so I grinned and said, "See what you missed? Why, with your hands on my cock I would have made it OVER the rocks!"

"Maybe next time," Dirk said. And next time it was, sort of-the next time we were at the beach and fooling around Dirk went so far as to put his hand around my hard cock and jerk it a couple of times. He also played with my balls a bit before saying, "That's enough" and letting me continue working on his cock, balls, and ass crack.

Dirk got out beers for the two of us, and we laid there drinking and relaxing from our recent exertions. We chatted a bit about this and that. Good. Things were still okay between us, despite my having "done" this straight guy. Pretty soon we decided we'd baked enough, and packed up our stuff and climbed the bluffs back to my car. I dropped Dirk off, then headed for home.

Dirk and I went to the beach a couple of more times that summer. And each time it was after HE asked me. And on both occasions I trimmed his pubes first (he told me, by the way, that he'd noticed NUMEROUS guys in the gym locker room who looked like they shaved their balls and trimmed their pubes. He also told me how a couple of his dates had commented on it; both really liked it.)

At the end of the summer Derek met a girl on one of his trips back to LA, and decided to move back down there, where he was originally from. I never heard, nor saw Derek again. I still have his body in my photo album, though.