Dirk the cute straight drinking buddy

"You want another?" Dirk asked Doug.

"Abso-fuckin-lutely," replied Doug.

They were at a bar called "The Banana." It was a straight bar. Doug was gay, around 5'8" Dirk was straight, taller, around 5'10". They were both 27 and good-looking. Doug was a ginger, Dirk a dark-haired brooding individual at first glance, but witty and fun-loving in reality..

This was in NYC. Dirk was a freelance artist; Doug wrote copy for magazines.

Doug lived in Manhattan. Dirk lived in Brooklyn.

They were regular drinking buddies.

Doug was a bit overweight, 5"7", redheaded, and he wore glasses. He was cleanshaven, often compared to the actor TR Knight.

Dirk was extremely, effortlessly masculine, only a few inches taller, a big pot smoker, laid-back, darkly handsome, scruffy, unconcerned with overall appearance, with a dark beard that he often did not maintain, but Dirk was always clean and fragrantly masculine. He wore his hair shoulder-length, which made him resemble Lord Byron. He also had perfect teeth and blue eyes that rivalled Paul Newman's. Dirk dressed in what could be described as ultra-casual (whatever Dirk found on the floor when he woke up that was still clean).

Doug had never seen Dirk naked, and vice versa. Doug respected straight guys and their boundaries, and he knew he had a great drinking buddy in Dirk. He did not want to jeopardize that, although Doug knew that if he was being honest with himself, he had fallen in love with Dirk, who almost everyone agreed was a very good-looking man, however unkempt he might be on certain days. He was often referred to as "Dreamy Dirk," a monikier Dirk loathed.

It was continually theorized that underneath Dirk's layers of clothing was a formidable physique. "Look at how he sits," "Did you see him take off his coat? He has tits under there," "His ass may look big, but it is rock-hard muscle, trust me," and so on and so forth. All this made Doug determined to get Dirk's thrift-store wardrobe off Dirk and on Doug's apartment floor.

When Dirk heard these "what's underneath" comments, he'd roll his blue eyes and confide to Doug: "They don't realize how bashful I am." Doug would melt.

So Doug fantasized (A LOT) about Dirk. He longed to see Dirk naked. He also strongly suspected that underneath Dirk's sloppy clothes, there was a considerable masculine build and a body to be seen and explored. The few times Doug allowed himself to casually touch Dirk through his layers, he was greeted with firm muscle underneath. Dirk had guns and a strong back, and incredible legs, to be sure. Doug did not dare touch Dirk anywhere else, although he certainly wanted to. And Dirk was always groomed, despite his sloppy appearance, so Doug knew Dirk would be pleasant to not only touch naked, but to LICK.

Doug was also into humiliation. He had humiliated a straight jock in high school, quite easily, and he had considered it a trophy achievement in his life. (He'd stolen the jock's clothes in the locker room and then made the jock masturbate for him to get the clothes back. This had been surprisingly easy, and it had given Doug a taste of dominance and stoked his humiliation tendencies.) 

Dirk dated girls from the bar often, but he pulled back when they got serious. "I am a free spirit," he'd tell Doug in his smooth, silky, ultra-masculine voice. "I'm not ready for marriage and I sure DON'T want kids."

Doug smiled, thinking, well, I'm ready for YOU, buddy. Doug loved how Dirk's beard ended at his adam's apple and then Dirk's smooth porcelain skin took over and suggested delights underneath Dirk's coats, sweatshirts and hoodies.

Then one day, around 11:00am,  Dirk's apartment's plumbing fucked up. He called Doug, explaining his situation. "I really need to take a shower today. I have an interview at 4:00. Can I come over?"

Doug almost fainted. "Sure," he managed to squawk over the phone. "I'm here."

Doug was excited. Dreamy Dirk. In his shower!

Doug's mind raced. He had to devise a plan so he could see Dirk nude, because he knew Dirk would probably be "bashful" and minimize any exposure of his body.

Doug went to his bedroom. His desk faced away from an adjacent bathroom (the one Dirk would be using). Cleverly, Doug had long ago installed an enormous mirror on the wall behind his desk, so anything happening behind Doug (particularly anything occurring involving the bathroom) would be completely visible. Doug made his desk look messy, as if he were in the middle of a project.

Doug would sit at his desk as Dirk prepared to shower (i.e., take his clothes off), and he would be able to see, hopefully, a lot of Dirk.

Doug knew Dirk would close the door to the bathroom, so he wrote off any hope he'd be able to see Dirk actually shower. Doug told himself, CALM DOWN, DON'T FUCK THIS UP.

Doug had never seen even shirtless, so Doug was hyper-eroticized. To calm his nerves, Doug had a cold beer and smoked a joint.

JOINT.

ROLL ANOTHER JOINT FOR DIRK.

Check. Dirk had a joint waiting for him.

Doug had showered this morning, so he had only to decide on what to wear. He selected stuff fresh out of the laundry bag he'd picked up hours ago. A "Banana" T-shirt. His black sweats (Doug knew he'd be hard and he did not want Dirk to notice that). Fresh underwear of course, and warm fuzzy socks. 

OH MY GOD OH MY GOD DIRK IS GOING TO TAKE A SHOWER IN MY APARTMENT.

This had never happened. Dirk had slept over only once, on the couch after they'd painted the town red at the Banana, and Dirk was in no shape for the subway and he did not want to blow dough on a cab.

It had been a happy night. Doug went to sleep in his bed, knowing his cute straight drinking buddy was sawing wood on his couch mere feet away.

However, Dirk had not taken anything off, and it took every ounce of self-control for Doug not to undress his friend. He could have, Dirk could barely stand, but Doug convinced himself not to do it. He had provided a pillow and a blanket.

Dirk thanked him the next morning and bought them breakfast. 

More of this, please, thought Doug, then and now.

Fuck, I'm in in love with this straight guy, thought Doug.

Doug glanced at the clock. Dirk should be here in twenty minutes.

Doug left the bedroom, after he tidied up the bathroom, which he always kept pristine anyway, then he did the same brush-up of the living room and the kitchen.

BEER. Is there enough BEER? Dirk may have one beer but probably not more, since he would be on his way to a job interview.

Doug had stocked up. There were six bottles of beer in the fridge.

Yay.

Doug looked at himself in the mirror. He fretted that he was slightly overweight.

Doug adjusted the lighting for maximum exposure of whatever was about to happen.

Then he sat down on his couch and went over his plan in his mind.

Doug's buzzer rang.

Dirk was ALWAYS punctual.

It's showtime, folks.

Doug did not want to appear overeager, so as he walked over to his buzzer with a hard-on, he walked slowly.

He buzzed in Dirk without a word.

Doug was on the second floor in a brownstone.

Doug unlocked his door, and opened it, his heart pounding in his chest.

Dirk appeared on the stairs. He was wearing a hoodie and sweats, but he was carrying a suit on a hangar.

Dirk looked fantastic. He had obviously trimmed his beard, probably last night. His long flowing dark locks coupled with his flawless white skin made him look like a classic romantic hero, even in these clothes (WHICH HE WOULD BE TAKING OFF, thought Doug, wickedly).

"Hey guy," said Dirk. "I really appreciate this. It's the second inverview so I thought I'd better wear this monkey suit."

Doug knew Dirk hated wearing a suit and tie, and he had never in fact seen him in one. But Doug was more focused on seeing Dirk in antoher type of suit.

"Hey Dirk, no problem," said Doug, opening the door wide. "Let me hang that up for you in the BEDROOM."

Dirk handed the suit to Doug, gratefully. Lugging it over on the train had not been a lot of fun.

Doug took the suit, clearly just out of the dry cleaners, and lovingly hung it on a hook on the other side of the bed, which meant Dirk would have to walk over there to put it on, which meant Doug would hopefully get a longer gander at his straight friend's fresh-out-of-the-shower body.

"Wanna beer?" asked Doug. "And there's a joint on the table over there. Help yourself."

"You think of everything. Don't mind iif I do," said Dirk, chuckling.

Dirk went to the fridge and got a beer. "You want one?" he asked Doug.

Doug held up a bottle. "On it, already. I'm off today."

"OK," said Dirk. He opened the beer and drink half of it down. Then he lit up the joint, smoked, and handed it to Doug.

"It's all yours," said Doug. "I've been smoking all morning."

Dirk giggled. It was always an appealing sound, sexy and hot and masculine.

It was around noon.

"Where's the interview?" asked Doug.

"The Village," answered Dirk. "Actually not far from the bar. You wanna meet me there later, say 5ish?"

"OK," said Doug. "The bathroom's all yours. I gotta send some emails, so I'll have to be in the bedroom." Doug winced inwardly. Would Dirk balk at that?

"Sure, don't let me be in the way," said Dirk, smiling. Diek suddenly realized: I like Doug's hair and I like it when he hugs me. But I don't think he should see me naked. I'M STRAIGHT!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

God, Dirk was so cute, thought Doug. "In the way." As if.

Doug took his beer and went to the bedroom and deposited himself at his desk, opening his email. He really didn't have to send any email, but he could make a show of it that he was doing so.

Dirk was obviously smoking all of the joint in the living room.

He then appeared in the doorway of the bedroom. Doug observed him in the mirror.

Doug said, "I laid out fresh towels, and there's plenty of soap and shampoo. Use what you need, Dirk, I've got more."

Dirk entered the bedroom. ENTERED THE BEDROOM.

Doug took a swig of beer. He was pinching himself.

Dirk sat down on the bed and removed his shoes and socks.

DIRK IS UNDRESSING. THIS IS REALLY HAPPENING.

Dirk glanced at Doug, who was watching him in the mirror. Doug averted his eyes. Dirk laughed.

Dirk then said this, sincerely: "I'm sorry I have to undress. You're doing me a big favor."

Doug then turned around in his chair and stared at Dirk. "Any time." He tried a joke: "You can undress here anytime." To Doug's relief, Dirk laughed his cherished sexy laugh.

Dirk then removed his hoodie. Underneath was a T-shirt. A tight white one.

DIRK HAD A DEFINED CHEST AND HIS NIPPLES WERE VISIBLE THROUGH THE SHIRT.

Doug stared openly. WHY DOESN'T HE SHOW THIS OFF IN PUBLIC? HE'S INCREDIBLE.

Dirk now was a bit nervous. Or bashful. Or both. He was stripping in front of his gay drinking buddy.

Dirk slowly and shyly pulled off the shirt. With each level of exposure, it was clear that Dirk's chest was obviously a work of male erotic perfection.

What was underneath that shirt stunned Doug.

A V-shaped torso. Perfect abs. Milky white skin with no body art or piercings. Hot-looking dark armpit hair. Guns. Innie navel. Only a few little hairs between:

DIRK'S PECS. SCULPTED, BUT BIG ENOUGH TO GRAB ON TO. TRUE MAN BOOBS.

Dirk's pecs were staggeringly erotic. Defined. Chiseled, in fact. And they had:

DIRK'S NIPPLES.

Dirk's nipples were frankly enormous silver-dollar beauties. Brown. Ample areole. Nipple tips that cried out to be sucked. Dirk's nipples were astonishingly sensual.

Doug had never seen such big nipples. They were downright huge, sprawling on Dirk's pecs like they owned them.

All this nudity combined with Dirk's flowing dark locks, his newly trimmed beard, his sexy voice, his palpable humility, and his gorgeous face were almost overwhelming.

Doug said nothing, merely stared and tried to record these precious minutes for all time in his head. The head on his shoulders. His other head was seeping fluid.

Dirk blushed. "Geez, man," he said. "You're making me blush."

Doug feigned a laugh, and turned back around to his computer. "Sorry, Dirk. It's just that I've never seen you without a shirt."

Dirk grinned and said, "No big deal." He was depositing his clothes on the bed. He turned his back to Doug and began to remove the sweatpants.

Dirk's back was as strongly defined as the rest of him. Doug stared at his cute straight drinking buddy in the mirrror, shyly taking his clothes off in his bedroom.

Dirk lowered the sweats. He was wearing white briefs. Visible now were:

DIRK'S DARK ASSCRACK THROUGH THE FABRIC.

DIRK'S PLENTIFUL BUTTOCKS THROUGH THE FABRIC.

A HINT OF DIRK'S SCROTUM THROUGH THE FABRIC.

Doug thought he was going to pass out.

The sweats came off.

Dreamy Dirk was beyond dreamy, thought Doug. Dirk had the most perfect male body Doug had ever seen in his life.

And it will be mine, somehow, thought Doug.

Dirk was now only clad in briefs. Doug stared at this glorious slab of manhood in the mirror. 

Dirk then went into the bathroom, still in briefs. He shut the door. Doug had expected this, so he merely sighed.

Doug heard the shower turned on. He heard Dirk climb into it. The imagery was driving Doug wild.

He wanted to get up, run over to the bathroom, fling open the door, and survey Dirk NAKED.

Doug restrained himself. He just sat in his chair, looking in the mirror, waiting for Dirk to finish his shower and emerge. Doug wondered what Dirk would be wearing when he emerged.

The shower went off.

Dirk opened the bathroom door, wet and glorious, wearing a towel wrapped around his sexy waist. The first thing Dirk said was, "I think I'll go commando today. Do you mind if I leave these clothes here?" Dirk tossed his underwear on the pile of his duds on the bed.

Doug realized: DIRK HAS NOTHING ON UNDERNEATH THAT TOWEL. And then he observed:

DIRK'S NIPPLES FULL ON. THEY'RE SO BIG. DIRK HAS NOTHING ON UNDERNEATH THAT TOWEL.

Dirk, a little jittery and wet, located his suit,  hung on a wall on the left side of the bed. He walked over to it, clad only in a towel.

Doug watched his every move in the mirror and also glancing to his left, not saying a word.

Dirk unwrapped the suit from the dry cleaning, exposing his delectable underarms and exhibiting his luscious nipples in profile. Doug got wetter and wetter.

Then, Dirk's towel fell off. and dropped to the floor. "Shit," said Dirk.

Doug almost cried out in ecstasy, because he then saw this, all too briefly:

DIRK'S LARGE DICK. BEAUTIFULLY CIRCUMSISED. PALE. LARGE. ALMOST DOWN TO HIS KNEES.

DIRK'S ENORMOUS BALLS. BIG. SLIGHTLY BROWN. DEFINITELY DOWN TO HIS KNEES. MEGA LOW-HANGERS.

DIRK'S PUBIC HAIR. DARK AS THE HAIR ON HIS HEAD AND UNDER HIS ARMS. BUSHY. WET. LOVELY. MASCULINE.

DIRK'S BIG JUICY ASS. NAKED. EXPOSED. PALE. FAIRLY HAIRLESS. PALE. HUGE IN A GOOD WAY. NAKED. ULTRA-MASCULINE.

DIRK'S DEEP, ENTICING ASSCRACK. APPEALING. THE MYSTERIES OF A MAN LIKE DIRK.

Dirk sat down on the bed. He retrieved his socks and put them on. He did this IN THE NUDE.

Only Dirk's muscular naked backside was really visible at this particular point. It was enough for Doug. Doug watched as Dirk's incredible armpit hair was exposed as he HAD TO BEND OVER ON THE BED to put on his socks. Doug ejaculated in his sweatpants, as silently as he could. But he could not suppress a little grunt of pleasure.

Dirk put on his suit pants, clearly embarrassed. Then he stood up, looked in Doug's wall mirror, and finished dressing himself: shirt, tie, jacket, finally the shoes. He retrieved his keys, phone, and wallet from his sweatpants. He looked achingly handsome.

Doug said nothing, but he was beginning to think quite a lot about the future.

"Sorry about the clothes on your bed," said Dirk. "I'll come back for them."

Doug smiled. "That will be fine. I'll wash them for you."

Dirk grinned. He took the towel off the floor. "I'll put this back in the bathroom."

"Just leave it on the floor, Dirk," said Doug.

"Thanks, Dougie. Well, I guess I'll be off. I'll see you at the bar. Thanks so much, you''ve saved the day for me."

Doug stood up and gave Dirk a pat on his strong back. "Good luck. I know you'll be fine."

Dirk shrugged. "I think I will be. See ya later." Doug gave DIrk a hug. A quick one, but it was with emphasis. Dirk hugged him back. Dirk smelled great and his beard and hair were still wet.

Dirk left the apartment. Doug felt instantly sad, even though he'd just been treated to the fantasy of his life. Doug also consoled himself with the fact he'd be seeing the wondrous Dirk in only a few hours. Doug grabbed Dirk's underwear and put it on his face, feeling no shame, breathing in Dreamy Dirk's scent. He grabbed Dirk's towel and put it underneaath his pillow.

Man, Doug thought. I have it bad for this guy. Doug smoked a joint, smiling.

Doug had never had any idea that his cute straight drinking buddy had such a big penis. And those balls! And those NIPPLES. And well, those EVERYTHING. That ASS.

I HAVE TO SUCK ALL OF THAT, thought Doug.

And then Doug began to have thoughts of humiliation, because it was beginning to dawn on Doug that Dirk had just teased him, quite skillfully.

As much as Doug loved Dirk, Doug was NOT one to be mocked.

5:15PM

THE BANANA BAR, The West Village, NYC

Doug sat in DD's usual corner table. He'd called ahead and it had beem reserved.

Doug wore a button down shirt and khakis. He knew Dreamy Dirk would make his entrance in his suit, so Doug was already upstaged.

"WHOOOOOO-HOOOOOOOOO".

This meant Dirk had entered the bar. Doug had already ordered his buddy's favored drink: Scotch on the Rocks. Top Shelf.

Dirk high-fived it with virtually everyone in the bar on his way down to the corner table in the back (THE DD TABLE).

"It's Dapper Dreamy Dirk!" "Dirk in a SUIT!" "Wow, what happened to YOU?" And so on.

Dirk arrived at the table. He was beaming. "I got the job!" he announced. "I get my first assignment on Monday. It's for a new Marvel TV series."

Doug thought: $$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$. Dirk would be taking more cabs.

Dirk sat down. "Hey, again, thanks for today. It meant a lot. Is this my drink?"

Doug smiled. "Congratulations. Let's get drunk."

And they set out to do just that.

7:40PM

Dirk slurred, "I haven't had dinner."

Doug concurred. "Neither have I."

Dirk said, "I'll buy dinner. I owe you."

Doug realized: THIS IS WHEN I POUNCE.

Doug said, "Dirk. Dinner would be great. But there is something else I want from you."

Dirk drank and waved for another round.

"Anything, Dougie, my buddy pal."

Doug said, "You may be taken aback by what I am about to say."

Dirk laughed. "Nah. You're my buddy Dougie."

Doug had rehearsed this. He said, carefully, but succinctly. "Dirk, I want to explore your body. Your naked body."

The next round arrived before Dirk had a chance to say anything. Doug studied Dirk's reaction. It was poker-faced but involved a lot of sudden blinking.

Dirk finally looked Doug in the eye. "Huh? I am not sure what that means, Dougie."

Doug knew he had to be matter-of-fact and to the point. He did not mince words. He said, "Dirk, I want to take you home, strip you naked, and explore you all over. I know this wiill affect our friendship, but I feel it doesn't have to. After seeing you naked this morning, I can't get your body out of my mind. I'm only human, Dirk."

Dirk gave an enigmatic smile. "But Dougie, you know I am straight."

Doug sighed. "I do know that. But this is what I'd like you to do for me."

Dirk drank. "Geez. This is not what I expected. I didn't mean to give you ideas."

Doug smiled. "I already had ideas."

Dirk laughed. "Oh, Doug. Come on. It's ME."

Doug chuckled. "It sure is."

Dirk finished his drink and ordered another round.

I AM WINNING, thought Doug.

TWO MORE ROUNDS LATER:

"OK, you want to strip me, and then tie me up, and then what?" Dirk slurred.

"I want to lick you all over," said Doug, who'd been pouring water in his own drinks as he watched his cute straight drrinking buddy throw back scotch.

"What would you tie  me up with?" asked Dirk, in his sexy puppy dog voice, skipping over the licking aspect, which Doug interpreted as promising.

A gay couple at the next table suddenly began to pay attention to the team of DD.

I'M REALLY WINNING, thought Doug. But it's time to get him out of here, get him home, and get him NAKED AND HELPLESS.

"Uh, I thought, some old neckties I  have," responded Doug.

Dirk giggled. "I have never been tied up."

Doug laughed, playing along. "Well, Dirk, you couldn't pick a nicer guy. Do you want to leave now? I'm putting this on my tab. We can take a taxi and order in when we get home."

Dirk was still in his business attire. He hadn't even removed his jacket. "Uh, Doug, I am not sure this is a good move for us. I'm sorry you saw me naked, and, uh...."

Doug glowered. "Stop it. Dirk, you're a big tease, you know? Everyone says so. A big old tease. I don't think AT ALL you're sorry I saw you naked. You're a tease."

The gay couple listened intently.

Dirk became indignant. "I AM NOT."

Doug knew he'd pushed the right button. "PROVE IT."

Dirk gulped down his drink. "Let's go, buddy."

The gay couple fondly watched them leave. One of them said, "I think we just witnessed history."

Doug had Dirk inside a cab in record time.

DOUG'S APARTMENT:

9:00PM

Doug and Dirk enter Doug's apartment. Dirk is drunk, but he is not incoherent. Doug is completely sober, considering. He knows this is a once in a lifetime opporunity.

"OK, Dirk," Doug said. "Sit down and let me get your clothes off." DO NOT LOLLYGAGGLE, thinks Doug.

"Geez," Dirk giggles. "You are gettin' right at it, aint'cha?" THAT VOICE. Doug was already hard.

"Dirk, I am serious, please sit on the couch, so I can strip you," Doug was going for broke.

"Dougie. I am scandalized," giggled Dirk. But hs plopped on the couch, and even took his suit jacket off, carefully, consideing.

"Here, give me that, I'll hang it up," said Doug. He knew Dirk probably had his phone, his wallet and his keys in the jacket.

"Thanks," said Dirk. "Uh, my phone's in there."

"I know, Dirk, don't worry." said Doug.

I have never been this horny, thought Doug.

So Dirk sat on the couch in a shirt, tie and suit pants with no underwear.

To Doug, this was a buffet.

"Uh, let's have a joint, Dirk," suggested Doug.

"Yeahhhhhhhhh," said Dirk, as he took his tie off, slowly.

OH MY FUCKING GOD, thought Doug.

Doug rolled a joint in RoadRunner speed. He lit it. He smoked and then handed it to his cute straight drinking buddy who he was about to strip naked, tie up and lick.

Dirk smoked. "Good."

Doug then simply went over and removed Dirk's shoes and socks. He said nothing. Dirk alllowed this and merely stretched out his arms on the back of the couch, which showed off his torso's muscularity underneath his dress shirt.

"Aahhhhhhhhhh," murmured Dirk.

Even Dirk's feet were perfect, marvelled Doug. Manicured, which was a surprise to Doug. Clean. Appealing.

But Doug was intent on seeing more than Dirk's beautiful feet.

He went for Dirk's shirt.

Dirk stirred. "Oh, Dougie, I don't know about all of this."

Doug firmly stated. "Dirk, are you a tease or not? Are you my friend or not? You agreed I could strip you and and explore you and tie you up."

Dirk looked chastened. "But you know I'm sssssssstraight, right?"

Doug groaned. "YES. I KNOW YOU ARE SSSSSSSSSSSTRAIGHT."

Dirk took a hit from the joint.

"GO AHEAD THEN, DOUGIE. BUT THERE WILL BE NO INTERCOURSE."

Doug lied, "that's not even on my radar, Dirk."

Doug removed Dirk's shirt, and then he wanted to tap-dance.

DIRK WAS SHIRTLESS ON DOUG'S COUCH.

THE DIRK PECS. THE DIRK TITS. THE DIRK MANBOOBS. THE DIRK NIPPLES.

Dirk spoke, meekly: "Dougie, you're really staring at me."

Doug shook himself sane. "Uh, well, again, I am not used to seeing you topless, and I did not know you worked out so much."

Dirk laughed, still exposing his torso with his hands spread out on the back of the couch, his abs perfectly visible, and his pecs, his tits, his manboobs, his nipples, HIS NAKED CHEST.

"OH Dougie, I only work out for an hour a day. I hate it, but it often gets me hired,, ya know?" Dirk mused  "Especially if I go commando in that damn suit."

Doug went over to Dirk and sat beside him. "I am going to touch you now, Dirk," Doug said. Doug's tone was almost religious.

Dirk looked flashingly alarmed, then he gave a wan smile. "OK, I guess. Can we have a beer first?

Beers were furnished quickly.

And they were drank quickly as well, especially by Doug, who felt like he was in a dream.

"All right, buddy, I'm goin' in," whispered Doug to Dirk.

Dirk did not move, except for taking a swig of beer, which he clutched in hie right hand, right arm still spread over the back of the couch.

Doug touched Dirk's chest. Af first in the middle. Then he began to simply caress it. Dirk's skin was pristine. The only hair on his chest were sparse little ones in between his formidable pecs/tits/boobs/future suck objects.

Dirk did have considerable dark underarm hair, bushy and clean. Doug approached those next, pulling on the precious hair. Dirk shifted on the couch. He responded to this.

So Doug kept doing that for a while, staring all the time at Dirk's pecs/tits/boobs/yummies and Dirk's still clad lower region. Doug was curious is Dirk would get hard at this point. Since Doug knew Dirk wore no underwear, Doug hoped he'd be able to see any movement of this nature.

Dirk sighed. "Oh, Dougie, is this OK?"

What a question, thought Doug. He simply replied, "Yes."

Dirk giggled. "I don't know."

Doug moved down from Dirk's artistic armpits and he went for the gold. DIRK'S PECS.

Doug grabbed the right one first, gently.

"Oh," Dirk muttered.

Doug was pleased that the nipple on this right male breast was erect. Doug played with the breast. Dirk shifted and sighed again, but said nothing.

Doug played with the exposed right male breast for ten minutes.

Then he played with the exposed left male breast for ten more.

During this exploration of his formidable manboobs, Dirk began to show the first hint of blush. It was adorable.

THEN Doug began to toy with Dirk's nipples.

Dirk grunted, and said, "No one has ever done this to me."

Doug burst out laughing. 

Dirk gave him a look. "I'M NOT KIDDING. No one has EVER done this to me."

Doug was blase. "You don't seem to mind. Your nipples are hard. Your big big nipples. Are you embarrassed about your BIG BIG NIPPLES? And your four chest hairs between your BIG BIG NIPPLES. So cute. Girls don't play with these BIG BIG NIPPLES? How can they not? These BIG BIG NIPPLES take up half your upper chest.."

Doug tugged on both nipples at once. Dirk winced and reddened further.

Dirk moaned. "Geez, Dougie. Why are you making fun of me? I am doing what you wanted. It's like you want to uh, humiliate me."

Doug said: "I am not making fun of you, Dirk. I am enjoying your nudity. And what's wrong with a little humiliation? No harm in that. DREAMY DIRK."

It was now apparent that something significant was going on underneath Dirk's pants. My. Did Dirk ENJOY being humiliated? Doug got harder. 

Dirk had no answer, because he was beginning to feel really aroused, and this concerned him. DIRK WAS STRAIGHT.

"Please don't call me Dreamy Dirk," slurrred Dirk, as Doug began to remove Dirk's pants.

"You got it, buddy," said Doug. as he stripped Dirk completely naked, revealing Dirk's pubes, his big penis, and his impressive balls.

Dirk Davis was now NAKED in Doug Damon's apartment. Dirk's penis was not erect, but it sure wasn't flaccid either. It moved around as if it were on an expedition of some kind. Dirk's cockhead was large and there was plenty of shaft. It was a formidable organ.

Dirk kept his arms on the back of the sofa, as he now felt he was in a spaceship. His right hand clutched a beer. 

Doug then decided a bit of verbal flattery was warranted here. It was certainly deserved. "Doug, your body is just beautiful. It is the most perfect body I'ver had the pleasure to observe. Thanks again for playing along."

Dirk then adhieved notable blushing. He really did appear to be bashful. He said nothing but took a slurp of beer, looking at Doug with his puppy dog eyes, naked as the day he was born.

Dirk could not believe he was naked in this situation. And Dirk REALLY couldn't believe he was sexually aroused in this situation.

But, both were true.

Dirk was alarmed; he could not process the fact that his male drinking buddy was stripping him and sexually arousing him.

Doug surveyed the hunk of male flesh on his couch. Every inch of Dirk Davis was edible, he thought.

Doug smoked a joint.

"Want some?" he asked the naked man on his sofa.

"Yeah, OK," said Dirk, accepting the offer. Every time the nude Dirk moved, as he did now to smoke the joint, his muscles rippled. It was staggeringly erotic.

Dirk's penis was enormous, and it was now clearly sitiffening and swaying, finally moving upwards totally. Dirk's scrotum was so large it hung off the sofa. DIRK'S URETHRAL MEATUS (HIS PISS SLIT)  WAS MOIST. So moist that on its lazy journey from hanging straogjt down, to grazing Dirk's inner thigh, to finally sticking up towards Dirk's face, resting on Dirk's abs, his penis left a delightful little trail of Dirk's arousal fluid.

Doug was completely erect under his clothes and he was beginning to perspire.

"I'm turning on the AC," announced Doug. And he did.

"Dirk, I hope the AC doesn't make your big nipples more perky," teased Doug. Doug then resumed playing with Drk's nipples.

Dirk said nothing but he blushed to beat the band. It was exquisite.

"Why not open your legs so you can get some air until it cools off," Doug blurted, stupidly.

Surprisingly, Dirk opened his legs, putting his feet farther apart. What the hell, he reasoned. He's got me naked. Fucking naked. OMG.

OH MY GOD, thought Doug.

Now Dirk's asscrack was spread. IT APPEARED TO BE HAIRLESS. Dirk's anus was visible.

DIRK'S ANUS.

The naked Dirk did not seem to realize how much of him was exposed, so Doug took a few pics, as Dirk was letting his head loll on the back of the couch.with his flowing dark hair spread everywhere.  Dirk's big, big nipples were sticking out, out, OUT.

And Dirk's armpits were simply stunning.

"Do your girls suck on your armpits, Dirk?" Doug asked. "Because I am going to."

Dirk moved on the couch, taking another gulp of beer. One girl, once, HAD sucked his armpits, and Dirk rememberd this experience fondly.

Dirk's penis was almost at full mast. It was so huge it was pulsating past Dirk's navel. Doug had never seen such a big dick.

Doug finished the joint.

"Yeah, Dirk, I am going to suck all of you, buddy," Doug chuckled.

Dirk Davis reached full, glorious erection. His cockhead was now purple. The emission of precum was now constant. For most men, this would have counted as a minor, if slow-moving,  ejaculation.

Dirk Davis' pubes had not escaped his cum ooze. The hairs glistened with droplets of glistening, embarrassing evidence that the "straight" Dirk was sexually aroused by another man.

Dirk's gigantic scrotum began to change shape. It was clearly struggling to maintain what was inisde it. It lifted itself off the edge of the couch, without aid from Dirk's hands,  and now rested firmly on the couch between Dirk's gloriously spread legs and above Dirk's ultra-masculine asshole, clearly visible and waiting for Doug Damon to explore.

Doug quickly took a pic. He had just witnessed Dirk's scrotum defying gravity. DIRK WAS NAKED. MY CUTE STRAIGHT DRINKING BUDDY IS NAKED ON MY COUCH. AND HE'S NOT ONLY NAKED, HE IS TURNED ON!!!!!!!

Dirk moaned. "Dougie, you're kiling me." But he kind of smiled and his nipples continued to jut.

I do not want to fuck this up, Doug thought.

Dirk thought: I thought he liked me as a drinking buddy, not for sex. BUT WHY CAN'T I LOSE THIS FUCKING HARD-ON?

Doug could not hold back any longer. He had to at least touch his cute straight drinking buddy. Again.

Doug got closer to the naked Dirk and Doug buried his Face into Dirk's left armpit while pulling on Dirk's right armpit hairs.

The hairs were luxuriant. They were only slightly wet. 

Dirk immediately reacted to this new attention. Doug surmised Dirk was kind of ticklish under his arms. Doug poked the right one but he would not stop vacuuming Dirk's left one with Doug's lusty mouth and tongue.

Dirk: "OHHHHHHHHHH, DOUGIE."

Doug decided to explore Dirk's other hair. He caressed Dirk's flowing male dark locks on his head, and then he ran his fingers through Dirk's moist pubic bush (moist with Dirk's precum).

Dirk: "DOUGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGIE. OHHHHHHHHH."

Doug fondled Dirk's scrotum. At the same time, he sucked and chewed on Dirk's magnificent pecs and nipples. Dirk squirmed on the couch, naked.

Dirk: "STOPPPPPPPPP. DOUGIEEEEEEEE."

Doug took his mouth off Dirk's erect titties and applied it to Dirk's monster. cock. Doug Damon was a skillful cocksucker, as you will now hear:

Dirk: "AAAAAAAAAAAAAARGGGGGGGGGGGGGHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!"

Dirk's ejaculation was supernaturally enormous. Doug swallowed a good deal, but there was plenty left over. The semen was crazy warm, and as white as snowfall.

It made a PUDDLE of male sex desire on Dirk's porcelain stomach and abs.

Doug QUICKLY took pics.

Doug noted that Dirk's semen globs hit a pile of mail on Doug's kitchen table. In fact, one of the globs knoked off a letter (or more liklely junk mail).

Doug grinned. He was in heaven.

Dirk panted, sweating now, still in the throes of male lust, oblivious to anything else. If Dirk's nipples could have talked, they would have shouted.

I HAVE JUST CUM ALL OVER MYSELF, DIRK DAVIS managed to think.  DIRK'S FACE WAS THE COLOR OF KETCHUP.

Then Doug put three fingers into Dirk's shapely, warm, clean, manly asshole.

THE NAKED Dirk screamed, "You are HUMILIATING ME!"

Doug laughed, and inserted another finger, found Dirk's prostate gland, and:

PRODUCED ANOTHER LOAD OF DIRK'S SEMEN. DIRK SHOOK HIS BEAUTIFUL LORD BYRON FACE AND HAIR BACK AND FORTH, CLUTCHING THE BACK OF THE COUCH. HIS NIPPLES THROBBED WITH HORNY.

DIRK GROANED, AS HE FELT DOUG'S TONGUE ON HIS SCANDALOUSLY  HORNY NIPPLES AGAIN. DIRK'S NIPPLES LOOKED LIKE SPACESHIPS DESPERATE TO LAUNCH.

DOUG PULLED ON THEM AGAIN. DIRK SAID: "UHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH, MANNNNNNNNNNNNNNNN!!!!!!!!!!!!!"

OR SOMETHING ALONG THOSE LINES.

THE AMOUNT OF DIRK'S SEMEN ON DIRK'S PERFECT TORSO NOW WAS NOT A PUDDLE. IT WAS A POND, AND STEAM ROSE FROM IT.

DOUG TREATED HIMSELF TO A BIG GULP OF IT. DIRK SAID, "OH NO DOUGIE. DON'T." DOUG CHUCKLED AND LICKED MORE, AS IT WAS DELICIOUS AND DIRK WAS CLEARLY HUMILIATED BY ITS STICKY EXISTENCE ON HIS BODY. YUMMMMM..

DOUG WAS ADEPT AT EXPLORING ALL OF THE NAKED DIRK AT ONCE; DIRK'S NIPPLES, HIS COCK AND BALLS, HIS ASSHOLE. DOUG KNEW HOW TO EXPLORE A DRUNK MALE'S NAKED BODY. HE WAS SKILLED.

OF COURSE IT WAS ALWAYS A PLUS IF THE NAKED MAN WAS CLEARLY TURNED ON. AND THIS WAS CLEARLY THE CASE HERE WITH THE DREAMY DIRK DAVIS. HIS BIG DICK THROBBED EVEN AFTER CUMMING!!!

HOW WILL I LIVE THIS DOWN? DIRK ASKED HIMSELF. WILL DOUGIE MAKE JOKES ABOUT MY BODY AT THE BANANA? I AM STRAIGHT!!! DOUGIE IS EATING MY CUM OFF MY BODY!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! DIRK COULD NOT MOVE. DIRK COULD NOT MOVE HIS HANDS TO REMOVE DOUGIE'S TONGUE OFF HIS CUM!!!!! AND MY DICK IS STILL HARD!!!!!!!!!!!!

DOUG DAMON SLURPED, MORE THAN CONTENT, AS HE SHOT HIS LOAD INSIDE HIS SWEATS. AS HE EJACULATED, DOUG SAID THIS IN MID-SLURP OF DIRK'S NIPPLES AND/OR CUM AND/OR DICK AND/OR BALLS: "YEAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH."

DIRK KNEW WHAT HAD JUST HAPPENED. DOUGIE HAD CUM HIMSELF. DOUGIE WAS ENJOYING DIRK'S NUDITY AND HIS HELPLESS HUMILIATION AND HIS TASTINESS. DIRK DAVIS FELT STRIPPED, HUMILIATED, AND QUITE NAKED. 

AND, WET. BUT DOUG EVENTUALLY LAPPED ALL OF THAT UP.

EVEN AFTER DOUG FOUND DIRK'S PROSTATE GLAND AND MADE DIRK SHOOT ANOTHER LOAD. DIRK FELT HE HAD NEVER PRODUCED SO MUCH CUM. IT WAS ALL OVER HIM. COMBINED WITH DOUG'S COPIOUS SALIVA, DIRK FELT HE WAS NAKED IN THE RAIN. A STICKY RAIN.

THE FANTASTICALLY NUDE DIRK WAS HUMILIATED. HE TRIED TO CURL UP IN A BALL, BUT THIS ONLY MADE DOUG STICK MORE FINGERS IN DIRK'S BUTT, IN ADDITION TO PROVIDING INTERESTING VIEWS OF, AND ACCESS TO, DIRK'S SCROTUM.

'AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAARGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGH'

YOU GUESSED IT. MORE DIRK DAVIS CUM!!!!! 

NEXT, DOUG APPLIED HIS TONGUE TO DIRK'S SCROTUM AND ASSHOLE. YOU CAN GUESS WHAT TRANSPIRED.

'AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAARGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGH'

"DOUGIEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!"