Date: Sat, 13 Jan 2001 12:32:10 -0800
From: East Bay Barber <ebaybarber@hotmail.com>
Subject: Dirk Comes Out, chapter 2

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."