Dirk

Chapter 2

I won't bore you with the details of breakfast. It WAS delicious. Whatever else, Dirk had the gay cooking gene. After my third cup of freshly-ground coffee, I pushed myself away from the table and said, "Let's clean up and get going."

Dirk and I were soon naked and in the shower (actually, we'd been naked cooking breakfast, and naked eating breakfast, and naked cleaning up after breakfast, so it's really no surprise that we were now naked and in the shower. But we were. I soaped up Dirk and he soaped me up (we were hard again, but manage somehow to ignore each other's inviting cocks).

After we were thoroughly clean, and our pubes nice and soaked, I turned the water off. I leaned back against the wall of the shower, spread my legs, and said, "Take the clippers and go for it!"

Dirk had a very nice set of Braun waterproof clippers. He ran them down my belly from my belly button to the base of my cock, cleaning off most of my treasure trail and a swatch of pubic hair. Dirk rinsed off the clippers and ran them down either side of my cock, working them back and forth to get off as much hair as he could (I'd advised him that it's quicker to shave someone if you get rid of as much hair with clippers as you can).

Dirk ran the clippers along the length of my cock, then took hold of my balls and got off much of the hair covering them. He lifted my balls and got under them. For never having shaved anyone before, or at least not a guy, he did a pretty good job.

Dirk stood back to check out his work. "I almost forgot!" he exclaimed. He turned the clippers back on and was soon attacking the hair on my chest. "Lift your arms!" he ordered. Soon my armpits were pretty smooth; all they needed was a little touching up with a razor.

Dirk decided he was done and rinsed off the clippers. He told me, "Rinse off, then it's your turn." I noticed his cock was twitching as he said this-I guess he HAD liked it when I shaved him. And I'd thought he was straight back then!

I rinsed off and Dirk handed me the clippers. Dirk leaned back against the wall, legs spread, waiting. Instead I told him, "Turn around, spread your legs, bend over, and grab your ankles. I'M going to start where the sun doesn't shine!"

As Dirk was turning and bending over he whined, "I forgot to shave YOUR ass." As I started running the clippers up and down his ass crack (not that there was much there, hardly enough hair to bother shaving with a razor, let alone clipping first), I replied, "You can do my ass with a razor. Now shut up and hold steady."

I quickly finished trimming Dirk's ass hairs. I slapped his ass-Dirk jumped-and said, "Turn around so I can do your front. Put your hands on the top of your head." Dirk stood up, faced me, and got into position. His cock WAS partly hard. Mine was, too, but then, I KNOW I'm turned on shaving guys (feel free to send me your email to make an appointment!)

I ran the clippers up and down Dirk's armpits. Like the rest of him, they didn't have much hair. The few hairs on Dirk's chest, mostly between his tits, soon were washing down the drain. I worked my was down, did his treasure trail, then was ready to start on his cock and balls.

I took hold of the tip of Dirk's cock and held it to one side, clipped, held it to the other clipped, tugged downward, clipped. The hair around his cock was gone, barring the stuff I'd need to do with a razor. I pointed his cock (with all my playing, of course it was very hard now) upward, did the few hairs on his cock, and started on his balls. The warm water of the shower had loosened his sac; his balls hung low. I was able to stretch the skin taut and did a pretty good job getting his balls smooth, even without shaving them. Satisfied at last, I turned of the clippers, rinsed them, and handed them to Dirk. Dirk hung them on a hook, then turned to me and asked, "With or without shaving cream?"

I asked, "Do you have gel? It's better than cream. If not, let's do it without. And make sure we have a few blades, some for you and some for me. And NEVER share blades or use a blade on two people."

Dirk said, "I'll be right back. This can is cream. I have gel in the closet." As he left the shower he called back, "I guess we can make our own cream!" We both laughed at that.

Dirk came back with the can of gel and a pack of blades for his Sensor razor. He also came back, I noticed, with a couple of rubbers and some lube. "There's a slight chance we might be horny when we're done," Dirk pointed out. More than a SLIGHT chance, I thought!

Once again I stood leaning against the wall. This time I put MY hands on my head. "Start with my underarms, then do my chest, then work your way down," I suggested. "Do my cock and balls or ass last, whichever you prefer."

Dirk spritzed some gel into his hand, then rubbed it into my underarms. He took the razor and made a couple of tentative swipes under my arm. "Press a little bit harder," I told him. "As long as you don't go sideways, you should be okay. You have to be really careful with all the contours on my ball sac, though."

My armpits were soon as smooth as a baby's bottom, as they say. Dirk started next on my chest. He took hold of one of my tits, squeezing it and kneading it (and grinning all the while) as he ran the razor down one side, then the other, cleaning off the hairs. Then he moved on to the other tit. My cock was, of course, , like my tits, hard. It got harder as Dirk ran the razor down my chest (I like the feel of a razor scraping the hair from my chest, but not as much as when I am holding the razor and it's someone else's chest.)

Dirk did my abs, then moved to my belly. Soon my navel poked out from a smooth, shiny surface. Dirk told me, "Turn around and bend over, so I can do your ass." I turned around and bent over, as requested. Dirk knelt behind me and tried to shave my ass crack. He seemed to be having trouble.

"Um, is there any easier way of doing this?" Dirk asked. I told him, "Yes, but you have to turn down the water. Move over." Dirk got up and turned off the water. I got down, sat on my butt, then laid down on my back. Luckily the water had been nice and warm, so the floor of the shower wasn't too cold.

I bent my legs, then took hold behind my knees and pulled. I was just in the position to be fucked. But we had other business to do. I spread my legs, opening up my ass, looked up at Dirk and said, "Have at it. While you're doing my ass, you may as well do my perineum and start on my balls."

Dirk got the can of gel and got down on the shower floor with me. He sprayed some gel on my ass, rubbing it into the skin and hairs. I noticed his finger crept down towards my hole, even circling it a couple of times, but Dirk didn't actually stick a finger in. Darn.

Dirk scraped the hairs on my ass crack with steady, careful strokes. He then scraped the few hairs at the top of my ass, more my lower back. Good. I know some guys like those hairs but, sorry, fellows, I'd just as soon they never grew there.

Dirk decided he was done with my ass and moved on to my perineum. When that was done he paused, as if trying to decide how to attack my balls. With your lips or tongue, preferably, I thought, but I told him, "You may want to straddle my chest. Then hold my sac by the very bottom, pull up towards you and get the skin nice and taut. Then scrape away."

I let go of my knees, so Dirk could get on top of me, facing my cock and balls. He took hold of my sac, as I'd suggested and pulled it tight. I felt the cool gel on my balls (luckily it was not mentholated. I can go for that sometimes, and don't mind rubbing Ben Gay or whatever into a guy's sac if he's into that-some guys are-but not right now.) Dirk scraped away, tugging my balls this way and that, scraping, pausing to put more gel on, then shaving some more.

While he was down there, so to speak, Dirk started working on my pubes and cock. I find it easier to shave someone from that position, although I also like it when the guy is spread-eagled on my bed-and preferably TIED or cuffed there-fun bondage, not S&M bondage. Why, it's even fun when he's blindfolded and you simply run a credit card down his chest. It feels just like a razor, and he doesn't have to worry what he's going to tell his wife or boyfriend. But back to Dirk. And me.

Dirk started whistling; I guess he was enjoying himself. Great; shaving is fun. And it's a good way to get to know another guy's body REALLY well! And it feels SO good to have sex with another smooth guy, with your smooth chests rubbing against each other, or sucking on a smooth pair of balls, or running a lubed finger along a smooth crack just before slipping it in.

Dirk stood up and said, "I'm done. Let's rinse you off then you can start on me." Dirk reach down and I gook hold of his wrist. I was soon up and under a hot stream of water. I felt under my arms, and along my ass, and ran my hand along my cock and balls. Dirk had done a good job. He could do me any time. Shave me, too!

Dirk handed me the can of gel and a new razor. Good, he remembered-NEVER USE A RAZOR BLADE ON TWO GUYS. Dirk put his hands on top of his head and said, "Go for it!" So I did. I ran the razor down one of his pits, then the other. I worked quickly; there wasn't much hair there. Likewise, Dirk's chest went quickly. It had had more hair than the last time I shaved it (or thought about shaving it, I should say, Dirk only let me do his crotch the last time. After all, he was straight back then), but the clippers had taken care of most of it.

I shaved all of the hair on Dirk's belly worked my way down and around his cock. When I was done I told him, "Let's getting going on your ass." Dirk was soon on his back, legs up in the air. I was beginning to suspect more and more that Dirk was really a bottom.

I knelt next to Dirk and held his legs out of the way as I ran the razor along his crack. I held it open with my fingers to get the last few hairs growing deep. While he was like that I couldn't help but insert one finger, than two. It took a few moments before Dirk realized what he was feeling. "Hey!" he complained. "I thought you were shaving the outside! Stop that! Come on, please?" He whined out this last request.. Or maybe it was a moan.

Anyway, I pulled my fingers out and went back to shaving. I stretched Dirk's sac taut and started scraping. I finished the bottom and started on the top. I worked quickly-I've had lots of practice shaving, and am good at it. One of these day's I'm going to learn to use a straight razor-much more intimidating when your victim, I mean customer, is tied down and you start stropping the razor, then approach his balls. But it's harder to sterilize a straight razor; disposables are SO much more convenient.

I finished Dirk's balls and rinsed them, then started on his cock. Dirk didn't have much hair to start with, and the clippers had taken care of some of it, so I was soon done. So I did a quick feel around his cock, scraping at a few spots I'd missed. I then declared him done.

I got to my feet and helped Dirk up. He rinsed off, feeling around to make sure I hadn't missed anything. I hadn't. Dirk turned to me with a sort of wicked grin. "Here's your reward," he said, as he turned and handed me a rubber. "You almost spoiled the surprise when you started working on me with your fingers." He turned around, braced himself against the wall of the shower and spread his legs. "Go for it!" he said. Then he added, "There's lube on the shelf there." Now what was a straight boy doing with lube in his shower? I guess I'll never understand straight guys.

But who's complaining? When a naked cute guy hands you a rubber and gives you his ass and tells you to fuck him, what are you going to do? I know what I'M going to do, and I did it. I ripped open the packet and got the rubber out. I unrolled it down my cock.

I opened the lube, put a dollop on my hand, and started rubbing it up and down Dirk's crack. One finger slid in oh so easily, then a second. I guess this boy was ready. I eased in a third finger and fucked him like that for a while. In the meantime I greased up the condom. I pulled my fingers out, took aim with my cock, and slid it in.

For a recent virgin, Dirk sure was easy to fuck. My cock slid in and out. I reached around and found a tit with my clean hand. My lubed hand found his cock. I worked it up and down. I took hold if the sensitive tip and ran my palm over and around it. Dirk started whimpering with pleasure. Then he started bucking his ass back and forth, like he was trying to fuck my hand. What it really did was cause my cock to slide in and out of his ass. I was fucking him without even trying. Dirk started moaning. Come to think of it, I was moaning too.

Well, all good things must come to an end. And this one did, with me cumming up Dirk's end! A moment later I felt a stickiness in my hand as Dirk, too, came. I kept sliding my greased hand up and down Dirk's cock, milking it for all it was worth. At last Dirk took hold of my wrist. "Enough!" he gasped. "I'm empty!"

So I stopped. I took hold of the based of the rubber and slowly eased it out. I unrolled it from my cock as Dirk picked up the soap and started cleaning off his cock and balls. Then he turned around and cleaned off his ass crack and ass. When he was done I cleaned off my own cock.

After a quick rinse, to get off what sweat we'd made while fucking, Dirk turned off the water and stepped out of the shower. He handed me a fluffy towel, then got one for himself. We dried off, then went back into Dirk's bedroom.

"What now?" Dirk asked.

"Now let's get dressed and head for the beach. It should be a great day for it," T told him. I'd brought shorts with me. Dirk put on a skimpy black bathing suit (telling me, "I know you'll want to take pictures. This should contrast nicely.") Then he pulled on a pair of Onionskins. "I always wondered who bought that stuff from International Male. They market it to straight guys who think it's what all the fashionable gay guys are wearing. Mostly, however, we have too much taste for most of the stuff in that catalog. You, however, look great in those.")

"Take some clothes for the evening," I said. "We'll probably go clubbing."

Dirk got some stuff out and packed it neatly into a bag. I noticed he also threw in a toothbrush and other stuff he'd need for the night. Then he cleverly got out a backpack. I'll stick some beer in this. It'll be easier getting down the cliff." Dirk also threw in sun tan lotion, a towel, and some lube and rubbers. Dirk was coming prepared!

I packed up what little I'd brought. Dirk took one look around, to make sure he hadn't forgotten anything-he grabbed a hat at the last minute. Then he turned off the light and we headed out to my car and off to the beach.