Dirk

Chapter 3

It was a beautiful day in San Francisco, low 80s, clear, no wind. I drove. We stopped at a deli near Dirk's house and picked up sandwiches and such and headed off to Golden Gate Beach. Surprisingly, we found parking near the bunker-since it was almost 11 I expected the place to be full. This was a good omen, perhaps we'd find a spot behind some rocks.

When we were partway down the cliff I found exactly what I was looking for, a flat bluff with the Bridge a bit above us and the sun just to the side. I got a camera out of my bag and told Dirk, "Take off your shirt and stand over there. Don't get too close to the edge, though."

Dirk dropped his backpack and took off his shirt. He stood on the bluff with the Bridge in the background. I took a dozen shots of him with various poses and filters and lenses. "Take off your shorts," I told him. Boy did he look hot standing there with his smooth body, black Speedos and the Golden Gate Bridge behind him. He looked hot enough that a couple of guys headed down the cliff to the beach stopped to watch me as I took pictures of Dirk in profile, head on, arms behind his head (and showing off his hairless pits).

The guys started down the cliff, but stopped when they heard me tell Dirk, "Take off the suit." They actually came back up to watch as Dirk as he slid the suit down his slim legs (I snapped away as he stripped).

Dirk put his suit into his backpack. Then he said, "You strip, too," So I took off my shirt and shorts (I was NOT wearing a suit underneath) and stuck them in my bag. One of the guys watching whistled when my shorts slid past my hairless crotch. I picked up the camera and started snapping away.

I told Dirk, "Take off your sneakers. I want a couple of shots of you totally nude, then you can put them on again so we can go down to the beach." Dirk took off his sneakers and socks and dropped them by his stuff.

Then he headed back close to the edge of the cliff and I took some more photos. I thought they'd be good. Evidently the magazines I sent them to thought so, too-three of them were published and one of them made it into a book collection. Maybe you've seen them?

mAnyway, the guys waited for us while Dirk put on his sneakers; neither one of us put anything else on. Dirk turned to the guys and said, "Get your shirts off. We've shown you everything; now it's your turn."

I turned to look at the guys. Dirk had been facing them while I was working my camera, so he'd had a better chance to study them. They were hot, too. Good call, Dirk!

Both of the guys looked to be about 30. The taller one was maybe 6'2" and lanky. Werner, as he introduced himself, had dark hair, dark eyes, and dark tan skin. He had a triangle of black hair between his tits and stretching downward to a pair of biking shorts. Apparently he had liked what he saw of Dirk and me, the outline of a hardening cock and pair of oversized balls were silhouetted in the taut black material. Werner looked like a lifter; his muscles bulged a bit more than I'd have preferred, but In Touch would have put him on their cover in an instant.

Werner's companion, Chen, was tall for an Asian, almost 6', but slim. He looked like he came by his muscles honestly (he did, he worked construction). Chen had no hair on his face, and none on the muscular torso that he willingly showed off. I'd loved to have played with or licked down Chen's cut biceps, cut triceps, cut pecs, cut abs, cut every other muscle.

I, of course, demanded payment for the show Dirk and I had put on. I used up two rolls of film of Werner and Chen set on the bluff against the Bridge.

Werner wouldn't strip, although I got him to pull down his bike pants so I could get a shot of his cock and balls hanging out (he quickly tugged them back up. Jeez, wasn't he going down to the nude beach?)

Chen, on the other hand, willingly stripped. He showed off an amazing thin but long sausage hanging between his legs, uncut of course. Still, it looked good enough to eat (Two weeks later I did; I ran into him at a bar on Castro and he was more than happy to spend the night. Maybe some day I'll tell that story; I've never since fucked a guy while he was blowing himself.

God knows I'M not that flexible! I got some great photos of him doing himself, too.)

After I got my fill of pictures, the four of us headed down the path to the beach. Chen had left himself naked, like Dirk and me, pissing off Werner, I think. When we got to the beach Werner wanted to go away from the Bridge; I think he wanted Chen to himself. So we bid adieu to them and Dirk and I headed up towards the more secluded gay areas at the foot of the Golden Gate. It was just as well, I wasn't sure Dirk, newly gay so-to-speak, was ready for a four-way. And Werner really wasn't my type, too into himself.

So we headed up towards the Bridge, and soon found a secluded spot behind some rocks. It had the usual amenities-a smoothed-out patch of sand big enough for us to spread our blankets on, some rocks strategically piled in front for privacy, a few others placed as resting spots for food, beer, our clothes off the sand. The spot was far enough from the cliff that we didn't have to worry about rocks coming down on us. And it had a nice view in either direction so we could check out the other guys, without their being able to spot us having fun.

We sat down and got our sneakers and socks off. Dirk handed me a beer and got one for himself. As it was close to noon, and quite sunny for San Francisco, I warned Dirk, "We'd better get some sun screen on, especially on spots that don't usually see daylight. Do my back so I can tan it for a while, then I'll do yours." I got out the sun screen-supposedly greaseless, and handed it to Dirk. I laid down on my stomach with my beer and a book close at hand.

Dirk knelt next to me. He poured some lotion onto my back and started working it in. He decided that it would be more fun if he climbed on top of me. I wasn't complaining! Dirk rubbed the sun screen into my neck and shoulders, then started working his way down my back towards my ass.

Dirk must have had some practice as a masseur; he worked my muscles as he worked the lotion in. My skin became all tingly, and I felt myself relaxing, almost falling asleep as he worked on me. I felt the first dribble of lotion running into my ass crack. What did Dirk have in mind?

I soon found out. Dirk started running a finger up and down my smooth crack (Dirk KNEW it was smooth, he'd just gotten done shaving it). I felt his finger swirling around my hole, closer and closer, as if Dirk was trying to decide whether or not it would be okay to take the plunge. To help him decide, I spread my legs just a tad and humped my ass off the towel, thereby opening my hole invitingly.

Dirk took the hint. I felt a finger invade my ass. He wiggled it around tentatively. He pulled it out a bit, then pushed it in again. Then he felt around, as if exploring virgin territory. Well, I guess the inside of an ass WAS virgin territory for him, even if it wasn't exactly a virgin ass.

Dirk poked and prodded. I pushed my hips back, and again he got the hint; he started probing deeper. At last he found my magic button and I jumped. Dirk wasn't sure where he had poked, so he poked and prodded some more, until he hit my prostate again. Finally he figured it out. Since his finger was in quite deep, and cramping with the effort (any of you who have finger-fucked someone know what I mean).

So he pulled his finger out, put a bit more sun screen on his fingers and my ass crack, and stuck in a couple of fingers. This time his finger went right to the right spot. I gasped as he poked and poked again. I wiggled my hips to make my hard cock more comfortable under me. Dirk kept on poking.

Now, unlike some guys, while the sensation is intense, I just can't get off being finger-fucked. So I enjoyed it at first, then it got to be really intense as my nerves were stimulated. At last I said, "Let me turn over so you can finish me off."

Dirk stopped poking me, but did not take his two fingers out of my ass. Carefully I turned over. Dirk saw my hard cock, and the drop of pre-cum (what drops had not leaked onto my towel). He got the hint and bent down and licked. Then he resumed poking. But at least he also kept licking. Pretty soon it worked.

Now, I'm not as young as I used to be, and I'd already come twice-or was it three times?-that morning, so not much came out. But enough for my dick to become really sensitive when Dirk kept sucking and finger-fucking my ass. I reached down and pushed his head off my cock and told him to stop. He looked up at me, gave my prostate one final poke, then pulled his fingers out of my ass. As he was wiping off his fingers he said, "I guess it's your turn to do MY back. I can feel that I'm starting to burn."

Dirk got onto his stomach and spread his legs, like he was inviting me to fuck him. Since I was temporarily sated I ignored the invitation. But I had lots of fun massaging the sun screen into Dirk's hard shoulders, then working my way down his smooth back and hot, perfect ass cheeks. My cock was stirring as I worked on Dirk's ass; my balls may have been empty but my cock still appreciated this hot, naked stud so close to me.

So I returned the favor. I ran a trail of sun screen along Dirk's ass crack, then worked it into his ass with a couple of fingers. Boy had his virgin ass loosened in the last twenty-four hours! Two fingers went in easily, and a third could have fit without much trouble. I KNEW where to poke, and I soon had Dirk writhing and moaning ('til I told him to keep it down; we WERE on a public beach, even if we were hidden behind some rocks).

So Dirk moaned into his towel and wiggled his hips and thrust his hips up into my fingers as if begging me to prod deeper (which I did as best I could. What can I say? My cock IS longer than my fingers). Dirk gave a sign that he wanted to turn over, so I stopped moving my hand and let him turn over.

Dirk's cock was positively dripping with pre-cum to the point I actually thought he might have cum. I bent down quickly and sucked up what was leaking. Then I started finger-fucking him again as I sucked. With my other hand I started playing with Dirk's nuts.

That REALLY set him off. I saw Dirk stick his wrist in his mouth and start biting it to stifle the moans of pleasure in his ass, cock, and balls. His hips were wiggling so much I was glad I had his ass impaled on my fingers or I'd have hardly been able to keep his cock in my mouth! (well, not really, I'd just have had to suck harder. Come to think of it, would that have been so bad?)

I gave a gentle tug on Dirk's nuts and that set him off. What sperm he had left in his balls from the workout this morning was soon spewing down my throat. I swallowed every bit, sucking on his cock to make sure I got it all. I kept sucking and finger-fucking long past when Dirk was dry.

Dirk kept writhing and moaning until he reached down to stop my pleasuring. I gave his cock a final suck and let it out of my mouth. I let go of Dirk's balls. Then I carefully pulled my fingers out of his ass and wiped them off.

Dirk just laid there catching his breath.

I said, "Maybe now we can start tanning ourselves?" I set my watch, lest we fall asleep, and we rolled onto our stomachs, covered ourselves with our hats, and napped.

After half an hour or so we got up, had a couple of beers and our lunch. We decided to walk off lunch so I got out my camera and some film and a couple of towels and we headed up the beach.

We got a few stares as we walked. We made quite a couple, two good looking guys (if I may say so myself), with no crotch hair (unusual but certainly not unheard of.) We found a scenic rock pile and I took a few pictures of Dirk climbing around on them.

Dirk asked me for the camera and HE took a few picture of me. Most of them were "artistic" poses, though he did looked around to make sure no one was watching and had me get into a couple of graphic poses. You know, flat on my back with my legs held up and spread, or thrusting my hips out (it took a bit of effort to get my cock hard; it was a little tired from the workout it'd been getting.)

We continued up the beach and came upon a net and a threesome playing beach volleyball. All were naked, but for the ball caps they all wore backwards and the sunglasses (which they did not wear backwards.) Two of the guys were IIB ("invite into bed," my highest accolade. Others refer to IIB guys as "drop-dead gorgeous. IIB, of course, is in the eye of the beholder. Dirk, I believe I said earlier, was IIB.) The third guy playing volleyball was merely NKOB ("would not kick out of bed," my next highest rating of a guy's looks.)

Since they eventually told us their names, I'll use them. Rob was the youngest-looking one, maybe 25 or 6. He was also the shortest, 5"8" or so. But he had a great chest, narrowing to a 30-inch waist. Two large, dark tits poked out; the right one sported a small gold ring, perfect for tugging on (as I found out a couple of weeks later.) Rob's tits poked out in the cool breeze of the beach. His tits were also well-connected to his cock.

Rob had nice shoulders and upper arms; he worked on them a lot at the gym. But it was his legs that were to die for-he admitted to running five or six miles a day, five or six days a week! His cock and balls were nothing to write home about, smallish, uncut (his cock, that is), buried in a thick bush of brown hair. His cock grew to a respectable five inches, more if someone was playing with his tits. Rob's hairless ass was also tight, the reward for running so much. Rob also had a cute face-clear eyes, slight dark fuzz above his lips, a pouty smile, curly brown hair that emphasized his youthful looks. He looked like he'd be a really fun fuck (he was!)

Frank was the other guy on Rob's side of the net. He was the merely NKOB one of the three. He looked kind of like Robby Benson, if you remember him.

His body was pretty good, but it was his eyes you noticed. They were the most "bedroom" eyes I'd ever seen-dark, almost black, with long lashes like women only dream about.

Okay, you might also notice the seven inches of cock and enormous balls that hung down from his waifish frame. They looked out of place, like how could such a thin guy carry around all that weight? Didn't he get back aches? I found out the answer was "No," since he was usually on top. And it was a "grower," not just a "shower, almost ten inches when hard. He also seemed to have an attitude problem and be very protective-make that jealous-of Rob.

All in all, a most unpleasant guy.

Brian looked like the best "Freshman" model you could imagine. He WAS a model, only a straight model, not a porn star. Brian had light blond hair-natural, not dyed-cut in a very expensive shag, smooth skin-he probably shaved once a week, if that. Brian had cute but intense eyes (he looked very studious in glasses), a very wide mouth-perhaps a tad too wide, his only defect that I could see. He looked his age, thirty-one, but wore it VERY well.

Brian had a long, narrow body, like a greyhound. A well-developed, but not obnoxious chest had a vee of blonde hair between small tits, and a perfect trail leading downward to a small, unobtrusive belly button, then continued downward to perfectly-trimmed pubes. He looked like he'd look great in Speedos (he did; that was a significant part of his income, modeling bathing suits, underwear, low-slung pants hanging off his well-formed hips).

Brian's cock was the kind that hung low from his abdomen; perfect for modeling swimsuits and underwear-he would NOT have a large package bulging out in front. Brian also had the nicest personality of the three. He was not impressed with himself. He'd traveled a lot and was well read, and could even listen (if it sounds like I know a lot about him, I do. We dated for several months. I took LOTS of pictures of him. He only let me publish the "G" and "R" ones, which I did one of the "Boys of San Francisco" calendars I put out one year. And he was GREAT in the sack-gave great head, LOVED to be fucked, love to cuddle. I lost him to a rich sugar daddy who owned a private jet, yacht, and mansions in Ibiza and New York).

Anyway, as we were walking by them, the volleyball just happened to roll by our feet. Without missing a beat Dirk picked it up, pivoted, and served a perfect pitch over the net. Rob barely had time to get under the ball and tap it into the air for Frank to slam over the net. Frank missed it, barely catching it and getting it over the net. By that time Dirk was on the court next to Brian, who got the ball up in the air in front of Dirk. Dirk did NOT miss it, slamming it over the net between Frank and Rob. Rob dove at it and missed-ouch, that must have hurt-sliding across the sand on your bare cock!

But Rob just got up, brushed the sand out of his bush and stood, squatting, ready for Frank-who'd run after the ball-to serve it. We took the opportunity to introduce ourselves. Rob gave Dirk the once over, paying particular attention to his bare crotch, cock and balls. He then noticed that I, too, was completely bare. (Rob told me, when I had him tied spread-eagled on his bed, with the ropes he'd bought just for that purpose, getting ready to spread the shaving cream on his pubes, that he nearly popped a boner when he saw Dirk's and my shaved crotches. He'd always fantasized about being tied down and forcibly shaved, then fucked senseless.

He'd chatted with Dirk, found out I was "safe" and a good barber, so invited me over to do him. And do him I did! Of course by then he'd realized what an asshole Frank was, and broken up with him. I only did him the once; Dirk actually dated him a couple of times about a year later).

But it was a pleasant way to while away a couple of hours. We took turns playing, two-against-two. When Dirk was out he went back to our stuff and brought back some beers. Then Rob went and got some of theirs-that got him a dirty look from Frank. Brian's contribution was a huge joint of great weed-we did that back where Brian had stashed his stuff, apart from Rob and Frank. HE knew how Frank was.

When it was my turn to be out I asked whether any of the guys would mind if I took their photos. Frank, of course, said "Yes." Rob and Brian asked what I would do with the photos. I gave them cards-the ones which say I'm a professional photographer. I was doing a spread on Golden Gate Beach that I hoped would be taken by one of the San Francisco gay papers. It was. The photo that showed Rob and Dirk from the rear, roughly knees-up, as Rob slammed one over the net at Brian-whose cock was conveniently hidden by a bent knee. But Brian's gorgeous chest and face were in focus, and Rob's bent, muscular arm displayed determination as he spiked the ball. The shot was on page 1 of the Bay Times-because it was a well-done photo. The fact that there were three good-looking guys in it probably helped.

We played ball for close to two hours before we decided we were all red enough from the sun. We exchanged phone numbers before we went our separate ways, they, with their net, back to their picnic spot, and Dirk and me back to ours.

Dirk decided we'd had enough sun, so we packed up our trash and empties, and headed back up the cliff to my car. We got in and drove back to my place. Oh, yes, we DID get dressed before we left our spot behind the rocks. Dirk couldn't wait to see what new adventure I had planned for him.