DOMINIC
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It was a Saturday at the beach when I first saw him.  I remember I
almost didn't go because it was so hot.  The thought of the train and
bus ride really made me want to stay in my apartment with the air
conditioner on, reading or watching television.  But, I finally decided
to get out of the house so my tan wouldn't fade.  I also remember that I
cursed myself for going out into the broiling sun all the way to the
beach -- until I saw him.

There were so many people packed onto the narrow strip of sand that I
wandered around for about ten minutes before I found a tiny spot open
between a family with three screaming kids, two teenaged girls with a
radio blaring and a bunch of other people I didn't even bother to look
at.  I unrolled my blanket, shucked off my clothes down to my swimsuit,
covered myself with oil and plunked myself down to fry in the sun.  I
hated lying on the beach like that, but more than that I hated not
having a tan.  I put my head down and dozed off for a little bit.

When I woke up, I looked around me.  The girls with the radio were still
there and so were the others, but the noisy family had moved -- well,
most of them had.  I saw the wife and the three kids down by the water's
edge wading around, fighting with each other.  When I looked over
towards their blanket, I saw that her husband was still there, asleep,
his head covered with a towel.  I wouldn't have paid any attention to
him except for two things: one, even from where I lay I could see that
he had a hunky, muscular body.  He lay in front of me, on his stomach,
and from that point of view I could see the thick power of his calves
rising to the heavy musculature of his thighs.  A powerful wedge of his
back loomed seductively over the curve of his ass, which was encased in
old-fashioned boxer type bathing trunks. The second thing that kept my
eyes glued on him was that, at the V of his open legs, his balls had
slipped free of the bathing suit and lay softly cushioned in the sand.

I couldn't take my eyes off those big, hairy balls hanging out of the
suit. There was something so hot about this straight guy in front of me
not knowing I was watching him that gave me an instant hardon.  I must
have watched him for ten minutes, never once daring to move my eyes for
fear he would move and his balls would again be covered.  But, I really
didn't have to worry because he turned over in his sleep, unconsciously
raising both knees as he did.  It was like a dream come true for now,
not only were his balls hanging out of his suit, but two or three inches
of his dick had slid out as well.  My hardon pressed even tighter
against my bathing suit and I wished there were some way I could jerk
off without being seen.

Slowly I began to move against my towel, pushing the tip of my cock deep
into the sand causing as much friction as possible.  All the time I
moved I kept my eyes fixed on this stranger's dick.  I hadn't even seen
his face, I didn't know what he looked like, but I had seen his dick.
The head of it was full and pink with the slit peering at me a dark rose
color.  Snaking its way back from the thick ridge of the head was a vein
that looked purple in the glaring light of the sun.  And all of it
rested against the soft suppleness of the sac that contained those two
big balls.  As I watched I moved faster and faster, hoping that no one
noticed what I was doing.  I could feel the pressure building up in my
cock, the juices were already flowing and I knew I had stained my
bathing suit.

And, suddenly, I was coming, my body arching slightly with the spasms of
ecstasy that shot the cum from my body like a firehose pumping hundreds
of gallons of water to put out a blaze.  And, just as suddenly, a shadow
loomed over me and I turned my head quickly to see the man's wife,
followed by her children, staring at me.  She looked from me to her
husband and saw his mead and potatoes hanging out in front of my eyes.
She moved immediately between us and shook her husband's knees.

"Dominic, wake up.  Hey, wake up," she yelled at him, then proceeded to
scream at him in Italian, turning from him back to me.

He lifted his head and pulled off the towel, exposing a ruggedly
handsome face graced by a wiry, black mustache.  He had wild black hair
and long sideburns that on another man would have looked ridiculous but
on Dominic looked great.  He lifted his body onto his elbows and looked
directly at me. Before I put my head down to pretend that I hadn't even
seen him I caught a glimpse of a thick patch of hair covering his heavy
chest.  It spread to his shoulders and down his arms ending, finally, on
the backs of his hands.  With that image in my mind, and the sound of
his wife telling him in Italian what she had seen, I closed my eyes and
drifted off to sleep again.

When I awoke this time they were gone.  I got up, took a quick dip to
rinse off the suntan lotion and the cum, got dressed and went home.

I forgot about that afternoon except when I jerked off.  It was a
perfect memory; the hot sun, the hot straight guy, his big balls and
dick, cumming in the sand.  But it was just a memory, I thought.  I went
on about my life from day to day, working, going out when I got the
chance, spending time with friends, and in general, having a good time.
The man called Dominic was out of my life.  Or was he?

One day, several months later, I stopped to look at a building that was
being constructed down the block from where I worked.  The gaping hole
was surrounded by a tall, wooden fence that had sections removed so
pedestrians could watch the work going on.

It was like watching ants working seeing all those men so far down in
the earth, hoisting beams and wires, pouring cement, studying
blueprints. Building a skyscraper was a mammoth job and it fascinated
me.  Also fascinating were the hundred or so men working in faded denim,
tee shirts and construction helmets.  I was never really into
construction workers or any kind of special way of dressing, for that
matter, but these men really turned me on.  The thought of their hot
sweaty bodies under their clothes started to give me a hardon, so I
turned to leave before it got embarrassing.

Out of the corner of my eye I saw him.  He had pulled up his teeshirt to
mop off his face, exposing that hard, hairy stomach I had watched at the
beach. I stopped dead in my tracks, not believing that this could really
be happening.  I waited for him to finish.  It was Dominic.  The man
from the beach.  I couldn't believe my eyes.  He yawned and looked up
for a second, just long enough to catch my eye.  If he recognized me he
didn't let on, because he just turned his back and went back to work.  I
watched him walk away from me, my eyes fixed on his ass working against
his jeans, my mind conjuring up his cock and balls as they lay exposed
to me a couple of months before.

I couldn't work the rest of the afternoon because my mind kept drifting
back to Dominic.  When it was time to leave I rushed back down the
street and peered back into the cavity filled with working men.  It only
took me a minute to single him out in the distance.  He was helping to
pour concrete and the muscles of his arms were nearly popping from the
weight of the great chute down which the concrete poured.  He turned and
looked in my direction but he was so far away I was sure he would never
recognize me, one face out of a staring crowd.

I raced home, my cock telling me all the way that it wanted to be
drained the minute I walked in my door.  But I resisted.  I quickly
changed into jeans and a tee-shirt, then went back out to the
construction sight.  The sun was beginning to set and many of the men
had already gone home.  Nervously, I looked into the pit for Dominic.
He was gone.  I waited and looked again. He was nowhere in sight.  My
legs were almost shaking with excitement when I arrived, but now my
disappointment calmed me down.  Shit, he was gone! I turned to go home
and ran directly into someone.  "Excuse me," I mumbled.

"Sure thing, kid," a deep voice responded.

I looked up straight into Dominic's chestnut brown eyes.  "It's you," I
said involuntarily, wanting to kick myself at the same time.

"And who is me?" he asked, stepping forward slightly.

"I, uh, I just was watching you work earlier, that's all," I said,
hoping that I didn't sound as nervous as I was.

If he remembered me from the beach he might not be pleased to see me
here, too.  His wife had been really pissed that I had been staring at
her husband's meat.

"It's a tough job, working like this.  It's a long day," he said.  "You
ever think of working construction? You got the body for it," his eyes
travelled down my body.

"Naw, I work in an office."

"Then how'd you get arms like that?"

"I work out at the gym," I said feeling kind of foolish.  "Well, I got
to be going.  It was nice talking to you," I said, starting to edge
away.  I was so uncomfortable about his being near me that I had to get
out.

"Look, I was just going for a beer.  How about joining me for a brew or
two?"

I shrugged my shoulders.  "Why the fuck not?" I said and off we went to
the local gin mill where we spent the next couple of hours downing
pitchers of beer and eating pretzels.  The bar was the kind of place
that was filled with working men and their girlfriends.  Dom and I sat
in a booth at the back getting drunker by the minute.  We actually
seemed to be hitting it off.  He talked a lot about his wife and kids
and I did a lot of listening.  All the time he talked, I was wondering
if he knew I was the one from the beach.

Just before we ordered the last round, I went to the men's room to take
a piss.  I was standing at the urinal when the door opened and Dom
walked in, a shit-eating grin on his face.  "Man, all them suds go right
through me," he laughed as he stood at the urinal next to me and
unzipped his pants. "This baby's filled to the brim," he said as he
slung out his cock, holding it lightly in his right hand.

As I heard his piss begin to splash against the ceramic back of the
urinal I wanted to look down to watch, but I didn't dare.  Somehow
Dominic and I had started a friendship that had nothing to do with sex
and the way I felt about him.  I couldn't take the chance of ruining
that by coming on to him in any way.  As if he had read my mind, or
sensed my desire, he said "Jesus, just take a look at that, will you? It
looks like a river."

Now I couldn't help myself.  My eyes travelled to his cock in his hand
and I watched as a steady, hot stream of urine cascaded from his dick.
"I feel like I'm drilling for oil," I said, stepping back just a little,
wondering if Dom would look at my dick.

His eyes darted to my dick, then quickly returned to his own.  "We make
quite a pair, buddy," he laughed, "if they don't watch out we're going
to flood the joint out," and with that he finished pissing and put his
dick back in his pants and left the men's room.

I don't know how I managed to keep my dick from getting hard, but I did.
I wanted to jerk off right there and then.  I didn't care who saw me.
The memory of Dom's big piece of Italian sausage dangling right in front
of me was such a turn-on I was shaking by the time I zipped up.  I've
got to get out of here and back home before I really fuck up, I thought
as I went back to the bar.  I expected to see Dom at our table, but
instead he was standing by the front door.

"Let's get out of this dump," he said gruffly. "I'm tired of it."

"That's okay with me.  I probably should be getting home anyway," I
said. Dom looked at me for a second without saying a word, then pushed
through the door out onto the street.  "Maybe we could have a few drinks
some other time," I said timidly.

"Yeah, why not.  Say, how about picking up some broads? You know
anywhere we could go?" He looked at me blankly.

I felt a shiver of fear sweep over me.  Sure, I knew places where we
could find women, but I wasn't going to go there.  I had been through
all that bullshit about being straight years before and there was no way
I was going to put myself in that situation again.  "I can tell you
where to go, but I'm not in the mood.  Some other time."

"Forget it, then.  I don't feel like going alone.  Maybe I'll just go
home and bang the wife," he scratched his groin unconsciously.

"Look, Dominic, I've got to go.  Take care of yourself..." I stuck out
my hand, but he didn't take it.  "Anything wrong?" I asked.

He shook his head.  "Nah, nothing really.  I just don't want to go home
right away.  Why don't we buy a six-pack and go back to your place.
There's a game on tonight, isn't there?"

"Yeah, I think so," I said hesitantly.  What the hell, I thought, I want
to be with him and he's offering.  "There's a deli near my place.  We
can get the beer there...and some food."

"Sounds good," Dominic said, swinging his arm over my shoulder.  "We'll
watch the game and sip some more suds."

Fifteen minutes later we were doing just that.  The television was in
the bedroom and Dominic had flung himself across the bed, his
construction helmet resting near his right thigh.

"Hey, man, this is great," he said through a mouthful of beer.  "Pass me
one of those sandwiches, will you?"

When the food was gone, we settled in watching a basketball game.  I
hated basketball almost as much as I hated baseball, but I never let on.
All the time I kept my eyes on Dominic.  God, I could hardly believe he
was actually in my bed.  My mind kept drifting to him on the beach.

"Shit, now I wish we had gone for some women," he said suddenly about
half an hour later.  "I get real horny working in the sun all day,
seeing all that cunt walk by watching me.  You know, sometimes I'd just
like to whip it out and start pulling it for them.  They'd love it," he
smiled at me.  "I bet they'd shit their pants, wouldn't they? Just pull
out that cock," he said and his hands went to his crotch and started
rubbing his dick through the material.  "Sometimes I get so horny out
there I can hardly stand it.  That ever happen to you?"

"Sure," I said almost whispering.  When I look at you, Dom, I want to
beat my meat, I thought to myself.  When I think of your dick and hairy
balls, I get a hardon.

He laughed loudly.  "I could imagine their faces if it happened.  All
those girls are so sweet and innocent at the office but they're thinking
about dick all the time," his hand undid the top button of his pants.
"Man, I'd love to have one of them pussies here right now.  I'd show 'em
what to do." And he inched down the zipper and pulled out his dick.  It
was still soft, but I could see that it was beginning to stiffen.  "All
that pussy watching, wanting this monster right up between their legs,"
he said in a husky voice.

I didn't dare move.  I didn't know what to say.  I had a raging hardon,
but I didn't dare touch it.  "That's what they want, man," I said
softly.

"Take out your dick, buddy," Dominic said, gruffly, "tell me about some
cunt you've fucked." His dick was hard now.  Fully extended it was
larger than I could have hoped for.  The thick, vein that ran the length
of it pulsed with the blood that kept it hard.  Dominic's rough hands
travelled the length of it massaging the big head with the palms.

I undid my pants and took out my hard cock.  He didn't even look at it.
I was sitting in a chair next to the bed, watching him, hoping that I
wouldn't shoot before he did.  "I met this girl once at the office," I
began and for the next five minutes I made up a wild story about an
orgy.  Dom loved every word of it.

"Yeah, man, they like it like that.  Sure thing," his dick was dripping
pearly drops of pre-cum and the sound of squishing as his hand moved
over that monster meat filled the room.  "Man, I'm going to shoot this
load right now.  Come on, buddy, shoot your load with me.  Tell me more
about cunt, tell me what you did to it," he said breathlessly, his voice
squeezed from his throat.

I never got to make up another story, for at that moment, Dominic came.
He arched his back and yelled loudly as his dick ejaculated his thick
cum all over his belly.  He rolled to the side, his eyes squinted shut
one hand on his dick, the other pulling at his great balls.  "Oh fuck,
shoot it baby," he yelled.

And I came like I have never come before.  I arched my back and dug my
heels into the floor for support.  I shot all over my jeans and over my
teeshirt, moaning all the time.  When my cock finally stopped pounding,
I looked at Dominic.  I don't know what I expected.  Maybe I thought he
would be embarrassed, or maybe I thought he would be angry, but he
wasn't either.

"Shit, what a mess," was all he said and he got up and went into the
bathroom.  When he came back he had tucked his shirt into his pants
again. "Hey, thanks for the beers, man.  I got to get back to my wife.
She can be a real bitch when I get home too late.  She's real jealous of
me going out with the boys.  She thinks I should spend all my time with
her." He smiled and winked.  "Look, drop around the sight some time
again and we can have a few beers.  But, next time, buddy, we're going
to find some cunt. Shit, I don't mind beating off with a friend, but I'd
rather have it in a nice, tight twat.  Know what I mean?" He smiled
again.

"Sure, Dom.  Sure, I know what you mean," I said, getting up from my
chair. "I'll see what I can do."

He went to the door and stopped.  "And if we can't find some twat,
there's other things we could use instead.  I hear a man's asshole makes
a pretty good substitute." His eyes got a far away look.  "Never tried
it before, but ever since this summer I got a hankering to."

"This summer?" I asked, my throat going dry.  "What happened then?"

"I was at the beach and this guy got so hot looking at me that he shot
his wad right in his bathing suit.  He thought I was asleep, but I was
watching him.  Had a nice ass.  I began to wonder how it would feel to
fuck his ass. Well, my wife was there and I never got a chance to find
out.  Anyway, maybe you can find someone who likes to get his ass fucked
like that." He opened the door.  "It's funny.  You remind me of that guy
at the beach.  I always wondered what happened to him.  Stop by again
some time," he said casually and left.

I never asked Dominic if he knew I was the guy at the beach.  I never
asked the next time or the time after that or any of the other times.
The only thing I ever asked him was if he liked fucking a man's ass as
much as he thought he would.  "Spread that hole for me, buddy, and I'll
give you your answer" was usually his only reply.