Chapter 2
I moved my hand that had been squeezing Dirk's ass upward, rubbing his lower back. I then started sliding it downward, inside his pants. Dirk was not wearing a belt on his jeans, so there was room. I felt Dirk wiggled a little-more in fear, or commitment, then in enjoyment, I suspected. This was it...
I held Dirk steady by the ass, if you will, as I reached downward between us with my other hand and started undoing the buttons of his jeans. I felt his hard cock against the back of my hand. I ignored it, so to speak-plenty of time for that later! When the last button was undone I spread the flaps apart, then slowly worked his pants down his hips.
I knelt as I pulled his pants downward, then got him to step out of them. I faced a rock-hard cock held tightly in bright blue bikini briefs. A spot of wetness marked the tip of a very excited cock. I leaned forward and started playfully biting at his cock through the cloth, then rubbing my nose up and down either side if it, nuzzling his balls in the process. One hand was still behind Dirk's ass, holding him steady. Dirk seemed at a loss at first about what to do with his hands, then settled them not so steadily onto my shoulders. He surprised me when he began playing with my hair-was he started to relax and enjoy himself?
I stuck out my tongue and tasted the wet spot on Dirk's briefs. Keeping my tongue out, I began to rise. My tongue ran through Dirk's narrow treasure trail ("This will have to come off, soon!" I thought to myself-if you read my first account of Dirk you'll know what I am referring to.) I paused when my tongue reached Dirk's navel and played with it, then continued my journey upward, delighting in the taste of Dirk's smooth skin.
When I reached one of Dirk's tits, I started licking it. The last time I'd played with Dirk, he'd been straight, so I'd been stuck, so to speak, just working on his cock and balls-no ass play, no playing with his tits and gorgeous chest, no kissing, no playing with his hair. This time I could do it all, maybe. Come to think of it, last time Dirk has done NOTHING to me, and this time he could also do it all, if he wanted to.
It turns out Dirk LIKED his tits being played with, although they were tender virgins. Come on, don't straight guys figure out that it feels good when someone-even a woman-plays with their tits? Dirk's cock started twitching in his briefs. It twitched even more when I started playing with the tit that did not have my tongue on it.
Finally I moved my mouth upward so that I was again kissing Dirk. I moved both hands downward, to take hold of his briefs. I lowered myself again, lowering h briefs at the same time. The cute cock and balls that I remembered poked straight out at me (actually, only his COCK poked straight out, his balls just, um, hung around waiting to join the party. They did NOT have a long wait). Dirk stepped out of his briefs, and stood before naked.
I leaned my head forward and brushed my lips against the tip of Dirk's cock.
I inhaled the musky scent from his pubic hair-not a scent I care all that much for, truth be told. Maybe that's why I like shaving guys and shaved crotches. Even WITH hair, I like them showered and clean. But there was a cock in front of me, a very NICE cock, so who's complaining?
I sucked Dirk's cock a bit, as I started playing with his balls. He spread his legs, to give me better access. I licked his balls as I pumped a little on his cock. This was just the foreplay, so no heavy sucking and pumping. I just wanted to get Dirk primed.
Long before Dirk even thought about cumming, I stopped working on his cock and balls, and stood up facing him, ready for HIM to undress his first man. He took the hint and started undoing my belt. He was a bit awkward undoing my buttons and zipper, and a little hesitant as he slid my pants down my legs.
Dirk knelt, facing my hard cock covered in my own bright blue bikini briefs.
He leaned forward and poked his nose at my cock, sliding it up and down one side-through the material-then the other. He tickled my balls through the cloth. Finally he said, almost to himself, "What the fuck!" and pulled down my briefs. My hard cock was scant inches from his face. I stepped out of my briefs and spread my legs a little, waiting for Dirk to decide what to do.
Dirk closed his eyes, opened his mouth, leaned his head forward, and missed.
He lost his balance as he fell against me, his nose sort of poking next to my cock, his arms grabbing my thighs just below my butt. I bent my knees, leaned back, and sat down, pulling Dirk down with me and on top as I straighten out. We laid like that for a while, his chest press against mine, his cock-still hard-running along our bodies between us, next to mine-also still hard. I massaged his back and he looked into my eyes and said, "I kind of blew that, didn't I."
"No," I pointed out, "You didn't."
We cracked up. After laughing outrageously for a few seconds, we finally came up for air. Dirk said, "Let me try that again," and started slithering down my body.
"It might help if you kept your eyes open," I suggested. "It won't bite. It might spurt at you, if you treat it nicely, but it certainly won't bite."
I leaned my neck forward as Dirk got closer and closer. He let his tongue rest gently on my lower belly-that tickled a bit-then stopped to play with by navel, then finally reached his target.
This time he took he took hold of my cock my the base-good move!-open his mouth, gulped (kind of hard with your mouth open, but somehow he managed it) and attempted to swallow my cock. Dirk gagged, and came up choking. "Perhaps your eyes were bigger than your stomach, um, or mouth?" I suggested. "You may want to sort of nibble, until your mouth gets used to it? After all, you don't generally swallow a hotdog in one bite, do you?"
Dirk grinned ruefully (once he'd stopped coughing), and leaned forward again. This time he took only the first inch or so of my cock in his mouth.
He held it that way for a few seconds-alas, I could not feel his tongue tickling the tip, or running around the glans, or savoring the soft skin behind the head. Oh, well, that could come in the next lesson. Dirk nibbled down another inch or so, getting his lips used to stretching around my cock. Another inch, another few moments of getting used to it. Dirk gamely tried to swallow me all-now, I'm not huge, only seven inches or so, but that's STILL a lot to take down your mouth the first time you suck cock.
So of course Dirk gagged again, came off my cock, and coughed, trying to catch his breath.
I looked down at him and said, "You know, we might be more comfortable in the bedroom." I reached down and took hold of his wrist and pulled him to his feet and into my arms. I held him like that until he moved for me to release him. Dirk took hold of MY wrist, and led me off to his boudoir. On the way I snagged my overnight bag, just in case we should happen to need any of the supplies I'd brought (Dirk probably had condoms, from his straight life. He probably did not have lube; he did not impress me as the type to fuck women up the ass).
Dirk had made his bed and obviously cleaned up his bedroom (his apartment was generally clean, but somehow the bedroom had just that touch that looked like he'd been extra careful to make the site of his deflowering just that much nicer. Maybe it was the flowers on the nightstand. Maybe it was the soft music already coming from the stereo in the corner. Maybe it was the lights that were already on, but dimmed. Whatever, he'd made it special for me, as I'd planned to make his deflowering special for him).
Once we were in his bedroom I led him to the foot of the bed, then pushed him back, so he was lying on his back, knees bent, feet hanging over the edge of the bed. I knelt between his spread legs and started nibbling away on his cock and balls. Dirk writhed appreciatively (I liked to know my efforts are appreciated. And that he's enjoying it.)
After a couple of minutes of just nibbling, I started sucking in earnest. Dirk wiggled and started breathing heavily-was he REALLY that close? Lest I find out, I stopped sucking and started sucking on his balls, first one, than the other. In the meantime I also reached down into my back and came up with some lube. Dirked writhed more, if anything, while I was giving a tongue bath to his balls than when I was sucking on his cock. Good, since I MUCH prefer teaballing, as they call it, to sucking. Giving me a smooth set of nuts to suck on and I'm in heaven.
I reached into my bag and pulled out a tube of lube. I snapped open the lid, and squirted some onto a couple of fingers. I switched my mouth back to Dirk's cock-the better to give me more room-and moved my lubed fingers beneath Dirk's butt. I started running my finger up and down his crack. I felt Dirk tense up his ass cheeks, so I pulled my head off his cock long enough to advise, "Relax. You're supposed to enjoy this."
Dirk tried to relax his ass muscles while I continued patiently just running my fingers playfully up and down his crack. Finally they relaxed enough and I started poking around right at his ass hole. I reached down to put some more lube on my fingers; his asshole seemed to be VERY dry.
I wet his just outside his hole with my newly-lubed finger and kept on circling it. In the meantime I kept on sucking on his cock, mostly, and occasionally spitting out to work on his balls. Finally I moved my finger just right, and pushed a little, and it slipped right in, like Dirk had been having things shoved up his ass all his life. I guess he was VERY relaxed. Or else a natural bottom or something; my finger didn't stop until my other fingers got in the way of its going in further.
Dirk wriggled a little as he felt my finger inside him. "It feels strange," Dirk commented.
"Good strange or bad strange?" I asked.
"Just strange," Dirk said.
"We'll have to change that," I said. "Turn it into a GOOD strange." I wriggled my finger around and poked a bit. Dirk squirmed, but didn't say anything. I changed my position a bit and poked some more. THIS time Dirk jumped, as best he could while on his back and impaled on my finger.
"Oh!" Dirk exclaimed. I poked again in the same spot. Dirk jumped again. Again he said, "Oh!"
"Is that a GOOD 'oh' or a BAD 'oh'?" I asked.
"It's a, um, a STRANGE 'oh,'" Dirk decided. Then he grinned down at me, at his feet, and said, "Do it some more. I THINK it's a GOOD 'oh.' Let's make sure."
So I poked him again a couple of times, Dirk jumping and writhing a bit each time. Then I waited. Dirk smiled, contentedly and confirmed, "It's a GOOD 'oh.' Do it some more."
So I started finger-fucking him in earnest, as I also started sucking on his cock in earnest. Dirk writhed, riding my finger, alternating between impaling his cock down my throat and impaling his asshole on my finger. He grunted and groaned (and occasionally said "Oh!" whenever my finger poked his magical spot just right.) He had a contented smile on his face and seemed to be VERY happy. I felt his balls pulling inward, beneath my chin, confirming that he was enjoying himself. If I was any judge, he was VERY closed to exploding.
He was. Dirk gave a yell and I felt his first spurt down my throat as he impaled his cock to the hilt down my throat. Dirk's back was arched as he thrust and thrust again. My finger fucking his ass was a blur as I poked and prodded all of the cum out of him from behind. My efforts were well-rewarded; I lost count after the first five mouthsful of cum, I was trying so hard not to spill a drop of his luscious juice.
Finally I felt Dirk's weight on my finger as he relaxed his back and started catching his breath in post-coital bliss. I kept sucking, coaxing the last drops of cum from Dirk's still-hard cock. Finally I, too, was sated, and I took my mouth off of his cock. Dirk saw my predicament, reached over and got a small cloth from his bed stand-gee, do straight boys also keep trick towels handy?
Dirk handed me the towel and I slowly pulled my finger out of his ass. I wiped the lube off, as best I could. I then handed him the towel and he cleaned up his ass a bit. Then he sat up, looked down at me, and said, "It's your turn."