Dirk: The rest of the weekend Copyright 2000
Chapter 1
I woke up with my usual morning hard on. Unlike most mornings (but not all mornings, mind you), however, my morning hard on was down the throat of a very cute and sexy guy. Dirk sensed I had woken up and looked up from where he was attempting to deep-throat me.
He slid his mouth along the length of my cock, looked up, and said, "Good morning. I was a little hungry, so I was trying for a little protein snack."
I grinned back, "Go ahead. Keep that up and it'll be a BIG protein snack!" I lifted my shoulders and leaned back on my bent elbows so I could watch Dirk working on me. It was a pleasant sight, and felt great.
Just in case you haven't met Dirk in one of my earlier stories, I should tell you about him. Dirk is 32, four years older than when I met him when he was first contracting at our company. He has a 28-inch waist, still, even though he's close to six feet tall. He tends to wear tight jeans that fit nicely over his tight, well-rounded butt-girls' and guys' (guys' in San Francisco, Key West, Provincetown, well, you get the picture) heads turn when he passes. Dirk has a great physique, the taut, muscular arms and well-built chest of an athlete.
Dirk has almost no facial hair, so if you're into goatees or beards, you'd look elsewhere. He has darkish-brown straight hair, cut in layered style. He wears small, oblong wire-rimmed glasses, though he tells me he's thinking about Lasik surgery. Dirk has a killer smile showing off straight white teeth. Dirk hasn't gotten much hairier since when I first saw him shirtless four years ago, thank god. He has just a small patch of hair between his tits, a few sparse hairs around them, and a slim treasure trail leading downward from his navel.
Dirk's cock and balls were nothing to write home about. Dirk had an ordinary-sized cut cock, and balls that were on the small side. Hard, Dirk swung just under six inches. That's fine with me, easy to deep throat without even trying (actually, I don't have to try much up to eight or nine inches, unless he's really thick. Practice makes perfect, as they say).
If you want to know more about how we got to where we were, me naked in Dirk's bed and Dirk naked riding my cock at 9AM on a Saturday morning, you should read the other stories. Anyway, it was around 9AM, and I was naked and Dirk was giving me the second blowjob he'd ever given in his life, having just come out (he gave the first one to me, also, the night before).
I looked down and watched. And sighed with pleasure as he ran the tip of his tongue around the sensitive skin just behind the tip. Boy did that feel great. Dirk tugged on my balls, and I sighed again-I really like a guy to play with my balls.
Dirk went back to sucking on my cock-good tongue action still, I guess he'd learned what felt good when I did it. I told him, "Play with my balls. You can tug them a bit roughly; they can take it." Dirk tugged hard-I winced. "Tug smoothly. Don't yank them. If you squeeze them, squeeze them, don't slap them." Advanced stuff, for someone so new to gay sex, but I figure if I tell him what I like, he'll try to do it. And maybe he'll try it. Or not. Not everyone is into ball work, some guys have sensitive balls.
Anyway, Dirk sucked on my cock and tugged on my balls. Then he switched and started sucking on my balls (one at a time, they're rather large) and tugging on my cock. I felt a drop of pre-cum at the tip of my cock-there may have been others, but as my cock was down Dirk's throat, I didn't notice. Dirk saw it, and licked it off. He'd discovered the joys of man juice last night (he'd never tasted his own cum, he had admitted.) He was hooked.
Dirk alternated between my balls and cock, and I was soon close. Very close. Then it was too late. I came. Luckily, with all the jism spurting out of me, it was during one of the times when Dirk was sucking on my cock and tugging on my balls. I came down his throat. He swallowed. I tried to slow down so he could keep up, but I just couldn't the pleasure was so good.
Dirk put his hand up to his mouth to catch the spillover. I kept cumming, Dirk kept swallowing, cum kept spilling into his hand.
Finally I stopped and Dirk caught up. Then he took my cock out of his mouth and looked down at his hand. "Waste not, want not," he said, and lapped the cum from his hand. Then he realized I was still dribbling a little, and went back to sucking on my cock. At least even he could get no more out, so he stopped sucking, let go of my cock, and tried to catch his breath.
"Was that a good snack?" I asked. When Dirk grinned and nodded, I said, "I'm hungry, too. Be a good host and get your cock up here." I opened my mouth, waiting.
But not long. Dirk sat up and scooted up so he was sitting on my chests, and pretty soon his hard six inches (well, more like five and a half) was down my throat. Dirk took hold of my shoulders, to hold my head up, and I sucked away. That's not really a very comfortable position to suck from, despite what the porno flicks show.
So I reached up and took hold of Dirk's waist. Without missing a beat, and without letting Dirk's cock escape from my lips, I rolled us both over. Now Dirk was on his back. my face was at his crotch, and his legs were around my ears. He squeezed just a little to hard in his throes of pleasure, and I stopped sucking long enough to reach up and pull Dirk's legs apart. "Give me some air," I said. "And some room to reach these."
I opened my mouth and engulfed Dirk's balls. I worked my hand up and down his cock and I sucked away. Dirk purred and writhed. The lube was out of reach else I'd have finger-fucked him while I was working on his front. But he seemed to be getting off on what I was doing, so I kept doing it.
Dirk started pumping his hips upward, like he was fucking my mouth. I merely held on; his cock was small enough (one reason that I'm not a size queen) so that it slid in and out without hurting and without poking the back of my throat. I did play with Dirk's ass and fondle his balls. I also reached up and tweaked his tits-that got him panting.
Pretty soon Dirk was giving me my own protein snack. He came without warning; I felt liquid in my mouth and Dirk said, "Oops." He kept fucking my mouth as he spurted, and I kept sucking away, licking his glans, and poking at his piss slit as I got the last drops of cum. When Dirk stopped moving his hips I knew he was done.
I pulled my head back and said, "Okay, enough snacking, what's for breakfast?" I also crawled back up so I was next to Dirk, and idly playing with his tits. I noticed he was getting hard again. If I didn't watch it, I suspect we'd be going at it again, and we'd be spending the rest of the day fucking and sucking instead of doing something more, um, useful? Fun? Productive? Hmm, maybe I SHOULD keep playing with Dirk's tits!
Dirk turned onto his side and rested his head on an elbow. "What's on the game plan for today?" he asked.
I said, "Well, it's supposed to be warm out today, so I thought we might go to the beach." I'd taken Dirk to Golden Gate Beach, even when he was "straight," and he'd seemed to like it (he DID go back with me a few times, letting me take photos of him and suck him off each time). "And I want to take you shopping" (I figured if Dirk was "undecided," he should probably do some reading up. Better to learn what's in store if he decides he's gay-the bad as well as the good.) "And there's a new restaurant I want to try. And then I thought we might go clubbing." (I'd certainly score some points by bringing Dirk to the clubs-not that I'm so hard on the eyes, but together we'd make a striking couple. Dirk also impressed me as someone who'd like club music, probably more than I did.) "And then it'll be back to my place for the after hours party. Finally, we'll have brunch at one of the "be seen" places. After that you're on your own, I have some things I have to do Sunday afternoon, and a dinner date with my uncle, who's in town and I have to see some time. How does that sound?"
Dirk nodded his head, like he'd been following all of that. I guess he had been, for he reached out and grabbed my pubes and gave a tug. "Okay," he said, grinning, "If we're going to the beach, this time I'm going to shave you." Pregnant pause. "Too."
"Sure," I said, "I'll even let you take pictures. Of course I get to take pictures of you, too, now that you're older." I added, "I don't know about wise, but certainly older!"
Dirk grabbed a pillow and swatted my head. So I grabbed the other one and went at him. Soon we were rolling around the bed, hitting at each other with pillows, grabbing at various body parts, poking, tickling, tweaking tits. I was having fun and I knew Dirk was when we interlocked rock-hard penises and he crawled on top of me and tried to pin me.
Now, Dirk's in good shape, but so am I, and I had ten or so pounds on him. I also wrestled a tiny bit in high school (there was a cute wrestler on the team into whose pants I wanted to get. I finally did, but it wasn't until two years out of college, when I ran into him on the streets of San Francisco. It took very little effort then, just a half nelson, then handcuffing his hands behind his back, as I marched him back to my room. The fact that I was decked out in leathers, looking very like a top-I can do that if I have to-certainly helped. We fucked around for a couple of weeks before he found his real daddy. But that's another story. Back to Dirk.)
With some effort I had Dirk on his back and pinned, arms outspread, my body flat on top of his, him panting and waiting for whatever came next. "Say uncle," I ordered, to which Dirk replied, "Fuck you!"
"Not now," I said. "I'm hungry for breakfast and we have a long day ahead. Now say uncle!"
Dirk said "Fuck you" again and struggled to escape. I took a grip on his wrists and got them mostly underneath his back. I bent my head down and attacked first one of Dirk's tits, then the other. I licked and chewed and nibbled and even bit a couple of times-not hard-and felt Dirk struggling beneath me. He was giggling, and his cock was hard and poking at my belly. Dirk was definitely excited by being under my control. My cock was hard, too.
I tightened my grip on Dirk's wrists, which had the effect of pushing my face more into his chest (not that that was a BAD thing!) I got my mouth on one of his tits and sucked it. I felt it tenting into a hard pyramid and I nipped at it, then took a gentle grip with my teeth. Dirk said, "Ouch! Uncle!" He writhed a bit (in pleasure, I think, as much as he was struggling to get away.) "Uncle! I give up! You win!"
I gave Dirk's tit a final nip, then released him. As soon as I free his hands, he reached behind my back and hugged me closer. He bent his head forward and kissed me deeply. After a bit he released me and said, "Let me up to make breakfast. Then we can shower and get rid of all of the icky hair on your cock." After I glared at him he grinned and added, "And you can get rid of the soft, silky, delightful hair around my manhood. Now let me up!"