Dirk Comes Out Copyright 2000
Chapter 1
I was very surprised when I picked up my phone at work, and it was Dirk calling me. I felt my cock stirring as I thought back on the cute guy who I'd dallied with what-is-it? THREE years ago? The last I'd known, he'd moved from San Francisco to Los Angeles, where he was from, to be with some girl-never to be seen again by me, save when I was beating off to his photographs in my picture album. And here he was, calling ME.
"I've moved back to San Francisco," Dirk said. "I wanted to know if you wanted to have dinner some time?" Of COURSE I agreed. Even if it was only to sit across from him in a restaurant and undress him with my eyes. We made a date for Friday night at a Thai place out in the Sunset, close to where he was living.
After I hung up the phone, I thought back to what he looked like, the last time I'd been with him. My cock MORE than stirred-it got positively hard as I fantasized.
Dirk was 29 then; he'd be around 32 now. He was thin, 28-inch waist, but close to six feet tall. He tended to wear tight jeans that fit nicely over his tight, well-rounded butt. 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. Dirk was an avid tennis player-that accounted for the arms-and also liked to swim and skate, those were what gave him his great set of lungs, tight ass, and gorgeous legs.
Dirk had almost no facial hair. He had darkish-brown hair, cut in an expensive layered style, wore small, oblong glasses in modern wire-rimmed frames, and had a killer smile showing off straight white teeth. Dirk had done some modeling in college, and of course had posed for me-both clothed and unclothed I'd made some money off of his body.
I was a few minutes late getting to the restaurant; traffic in San Francisco is always catch as catch can. I recognized Dirk, of course-he still looked gorgeous, if a bit older. The gods had been good to him (swimming three or four times a week and working out at the gym hadn't hurt). His hair had darkened a mite bit. I still didn't think he had to shave but once a week.
We exchanged the usual pleasantries as we ordered food (angel wings-my favorite, tom kha gai, pad thai, chicken with that basil, and Thai iced tea, of course) then started eating. I suspected this was more than just a casual dinner between two guys who had worked at the same place for a few months, and fucked around four or five times. I waited for Dirk to make his move.
"The job sucked," Dirk began. "It wasn't at all like they said it would be." Dirk rambled on about it for a while, between bites of delicious Thai food, as if trying to decide how to continue. "Then I broke up with my girlfriend, so I didn't have much reason to stay in LA." Dirk paused. "To tell you the truth, she left me. And for another woman!" As if a women deciding she was gay was the ultimate insult.
"But that set ME to thinking," Dirk reminisced, grabbing another stick of satay. "You know, the sex wasn't all that great, and seemed to be worse the last couple of months." He hesitated. "You know, I could hardly keep it up when I was fucking her and, to tell the truth, YOU gave better blow jobs than she did."
"Thanks," I murmured, reaching for more pad thai. "Go on," I added in my most therapist-like voice. Indeed, many guys have complimented me on my blow jobs. Of course, most of them had had very little experience getting blow jobs from women, but what the hell, a compliment is a compliment!
"And then I found I was sort of checking guys out in the gym," Dirk continued, "You know, looking at their chests, and taking a peak at their, um, cocks, and, um." Dirk was red-faced as he admitted this. I did not point out to him that yes, I know how to check out guys.
Dirk said, "And I noticed that some of the guys were checking ME out." Well duh-Dirk WAS a handsome specimen. And even in straight gyms there are bound to be a few queens. "And it got me to thinking that, um, I might be, um, well, you know." I did not say anything. I thought it was important for HIM to say it. I waited, chewing on some chicken.
"You know, I thought that I might be, um," then Dirk whispered, "Gay." He sat there, awaiting my reaction.
"Well," I ruminated, "Even straight guys like to check each other out. You know, check out the competition." We discussed that for a while, long enough for us to finish dinner and start in on dessert, mangoes and sticky rice, by the way. I suggested he might be bi, or even just depressed, or bored and looking for a new adventure. Dirk argued against all of my suggestions.
By then I knew how the evening would end up. Initially I wasn't sure whether I wanted to be Dirk's guinea pig as he tried out sex with a man (assuming we weren't counting my shaving him And giving him blow jobs as "sex with a man.") Then I decided, Dirk WAS going to try it, and it may as well be with me. I'd be sure to go slowly, not forcing him to do anything he wasn't ready for. I'd make sure we played safely. And finally, I was horny for his delicious cock and cute little butt (it was still tight and filled out his jeans). I felt my cock hardening as I made my decision, even before Dirk popped the question.
We settled the check, then sat there making small talk. There was the inevitable lull in the conversation. I waited for Dirk to make the move. Finally he screwed up his courage. He looked almost ready to cry as he asked, "Do you want to come back to my place?"
I asked, "Are you sure?"
Dirk shrugged, almost fatalistically, and whispered, "Yes. Let's go." Dirk looked like he was marching off to his death as he led me out of the restaurant. I pointed him in the direction of my car and we headed off to his place.
Dirk was a bit surprised when I grabbed a bag from the car. "I was a Boy Scout," I said. (Some day I'll tell about the fun I had in Boy Scout camp. They only THINK they keep out the queers.) "I always keep an overnight bag in my car." Of course I had added a few special tools in addition to the clothes-if you read about my earlier experiences with Dirk you'll know what I'm talking about.
Dirk opened the door of his apartment. He must have had a very well-paying job, considering how high rents were in San Francisco (he told me later he was subletting from his brother, who was on a two-year stint with the Peace Corps. What with rent control, the place was quite reasonably priced.) Dirk closed and locked the door behind us, then waited, not sure what to do.
I set down the bag, then broke the ice by asking, "Can I use the bathroom?" I've always found it better to get pissing out of the way BEFORE the sex started (sorry, guys, I'm just not into water sports). Dirk pointed me towards the bathroom.
I came back to find that Dirk had turned on the stereo and had gotten himself a beer (for Dutch courage?) He offered to get me one, and I declined. I wasn't thirsty, I was horny. I decided Dirk had gotten me back to his place so it was okay if I made the next move.
"Put down the beer and come here," I told him." Dirk hesitated, then did as he was told. I noticed, incidentally, that there WAS a slight bulge in the front of his jeans; I guess he'd been thinking about things while I was in the bathroom. Either that or the beer was working.
"Hold me," I ordered. Dirk approached me, then put his arms around me as I put mine around his slim waist. I looked at him. Your first kiss with another man is a BIG step for some. Before I pressed myself on him, I wanted to give him some choices.
"We can do this a few different ways," I said, looking into his eyes. God, was gorgeous eyes they were. It was hard, too, to keep my hands from moving downward to squeeze his delectable ass. "We can play games." Dirk looked at me. "We can play strip poker, for example. That's slow and fun and leads to anticipation." Dirk shook his head, which I took as "no."
I continued, "Or we can just rip off each other's clothes and go at it here on the living room floor." Again Dirk did not look like THAT was his choice.
"Or we could do it the easy, sensual way," I said. "You hold me closer and I hold you, and we kiss, then slowly and sensually undress each other." Dirk did not answer, but I felt his arms encircling my waist and back, embracing me more firmly. I took it that slow and sensually was his choice.
I move my arms, too. One hand moved downward, cupping his tight ass and kneading it every so slightly. The other moved upward to between his shoulder blades, caressing and massaging his back as it moved. I felt pressure on my own back, and leaned forward, my lips nearing his.
Dirk looked into my eyes, his lips but inches from mine, about to have his first kiss with another man. I heard Dirk sort of sigh, then lean forward, his lips pressing against mine. I pressed back, then opened my mouth to the tongue I felt ready to enter.
For never having kissed a guy before, Dirk was a quick learner (actually, I expect he'd had LOTS of practice with women. He was, after all, a doll to look at. I know if I were a women I'd let him jump my bones!) After a while, Dirk pulled back and chuckled. I looked at him.
"You know, I've done a lot of kissing in my time," Dirk said, "But that's the first time a moustache tickled my nose while I was kissing. You know, it was kind of a NICE tickle." Dirk grinned then said, "Tickle me again!" We went back to kissing.
As I kissed Dirk I was moving my hands around, massaging his shoulders and squeezing his ass. I moved my lower hand upward and started the tedious job of untucking his shirt. Dirk took the hint and started working on mine. As soon as I had the tail out, I worked my hand underneath and started rubbing my fingers over the smooth skin of Dirk's back. My hard on (which I hadn't told you about earlier-I assumed you'd know I was hard, wouldn't you be?) got even harder, if that's possible. I could even feel myself starting to leak.
I felt Dirk's hand on my back, probably the first time he'd ever felt a guy's skin. I KNOW it was the first time. I moved one hand from Dirk's shoulder to between us, and started undoing the button's of his shirt. One they were undone, I worked my hand in and was soon rubbing oh so delicately the smooth skin of his chest. He hadn't gotten much hairier, just a small patch between his tits, a few sparse hairs AROUND his tits, and a slim treasure trail leading downward from his navel. I tickled one of Dirk's tits and felt him tremble.
Dirk mimicked my moves. He unbuttoned my shirt (he kind of fumbled a bit, I guess he wasn't used to the buttons being on the wrong side-wrong for a woman's shirt, that is). Once he'd undone all of the buttons and started to slip his hand to rub my chest, I shrugged my shoulders so that 'the shirt slid off completely. Dirk had seen my chest before-hell, he'd seen ALL of my before, naked at the nude beach. But this was the first time he'd laid a hand on my chest with the intent of causing me-and him, I hoped-sexual pleasure.
I made sure to brush my chest against his as we kissed and necked. While we were so engaged I reached down and undid my shoes, then socks. Of course I held tightly to him so I wouldn't lose my balance. Dirk again copied my actions, and soon are bare toes were playing with each other. I decided it was time to move to the next step. My cock had decided that a long time ago, but I almost never listen to my cock. Except if he's cute. And mostly available.