Dominic

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.