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Dominic

Hair type: Brown

Ethinicity: Eastern European

Cock Type: Uncut

Set Type: Pictures

Other content: Ryan & Dominic, Ryan & Dominic

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Pictures: 80 | Added: 10-08-2001

You’ll remember that last week I told you about how I got to know Ryan.

He was the kid I met - and quite a bit more! - at my mom's apartment when his own mom had to leave town for a coupla’ days.

Well, after that weekend together, Ryan and I stayed friends.

We had sex lots of times, sure, but we were never, like, lovers.

Ryan had his head screwed on. He knew damn well just how cute he was and that he could use his looks to get exactly where he wanted to be in life.

So, though we had lots of fun together, that’s all it ever was.

But it was through Ryan that I got to meet his older brother Dominic - and that was quite a different story.

While Ryan was the liveliest kid I’ve ever known - I reckon you could have marketed his bottled cum as Youth Restorer! - Dom, although a year older, was a quiet, shy kinda’ guy.

He’d never, according to Ryan, had a girlfriend - or a boyfriend either, for that matter. But Ryan was pretty certain that Dom liked guys.

He wouldn’t tell me how he’d come to that point of view but he told me that, if I was interested, it would be worth getting to know Dom better and making it clear that I was interested in more than just friendship.

Dom looked nothing like Ryan. He was not so cute, but was more muscular. The typical all-American boy-next-door type. Somehow I guessed that, if I was going to find a permanent boyfriend, Dom would be a better candidate for the job than Ryan.

When, a few days later, I asked him if he’d like to go out for the day on my dad’s small boat, Dom surprised me by agreeing at once. It wasn’t the reaction I’d expected from a guy who was supposed to be retiring and bashful.

My dad was more than happy to let me have the boat. I guess he thought that going out in a boat was more “manly” than sitting in my room and listening to Streisand CDs. So the following Saturday morning Dom and I cast off for a day to ourselves on the water.

 

As he sat in the bright sunshine with his back against the side of the boat, Dom not only looked good but soon looked as though he was having a good time too.

It wasn’t too long, in fact, before he decided that he was so hot that he’d take off his shirt.

Although I’d guessed that he’d have a pretty firm body, it was only when I got to see Dom with his top off that I realised just how attractive he was.

For the next few hours we had a great time together, exploring a few small creeks and just foolin’ around.

We found we had quite a bit in common, though thankfully he didn’t share my enthusiasm for Streisand.

That would have destroyed my fantasy entirely.

I was determined that there was only going to be one queen in this relationship!

The day went on getting hotter and hotter. After a while, Dom opened a bottle of sun lotion and rubbed it over his body.

He asked me to rub some on his back. As I did so, he seemed to give a little shudder. That surprised me. There was no wind, so he can’t have been shivering from the cold.

I was having a great time - but suddenly and unexpectedly it got even better.

Dom stood up and took off his pants.

Underneath he was wearing a pair of briefs. The sort you could use for swimming, if you wanted to. Bright green. Tight.

Hot.

But it seemed that Dom didn’t want to swim.

Instead he stretched out and lounged in the stern of the boat as we went on talking and drinking a beer or two.

I couldn’t help looking at his body. The big surprise was his legs. They were really muscular and - for a guy of his age - quite hairy.

That made me even more intrigued. And interested - particularly when Dom edged his briefs down an inch or two to catch a little more of that hot sunshine.

At one point we were near a small store on the bank and I got off the boat to see if I could buy a couple more beers (I look a few years older than I really am).

When I got back after a few minutes I was pretty surprised to say the least.

Dom’s wet underwear was spread out to dry on the floor of the boat.

He had not bothered to replace it with anything else.

“I went in for a dip, Steve ol’ buddy”, he said - rather inappropriately, I thought, as we’d only been buddies for the past seven or eight hours.

“But it’s too cold”, he went on.

“I guess I’ll try again later.”

I suppose that might just about have been a convincing story - in other circumstances.

Except for just one small thing.

Well, actually, it wasn’t such a small thing.

In fact, it looked - and, as I confirmed shortly afterwards, it was - just about the ideal size.

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