THE TAMING OF DOMINICK PAPERBACK

It was six thirty AM. Wednesday morning. The shower had been turned off and that meant that my roommate Dominick was waiting for me in the bedroom. Every morning we go through the same kinky routine. We have been living together now for a little over a year. We met through a mixed up roommate service that accidentally paired a straight guy (Dominick) with a gay guy (me). Dominick is an extremely muscular construction worker with a somewhat hairy body and a thick sexy mustache. He’s all of twenty-two years old and works for a company called “Green and Sons.” When we first checked out the apartment and agreed to be roommates I told him that I was gay. I wanted that out of that way before we decided to take the place. Dominick said that my being gay didn’t bother him in the least. He just wanted to make sure that I would pay my half of the rent every month. What I did in the sexual arena was my business. I agreed, telling him the same thing. On the nights when neither of us have dates we usually have dinner together. Dominick would always sit at the table bare chested, all sweaty and beat up looking after a hard day at work and I have to admit it drove me fucking wild. Other times he would parade around in just his white underpants with the kangaroo pouch in them, his big bulge paramount in them, before going to his room to go to sleep at night. He knew it was driving me wild because he would catch me looking at him. Neither of us said a word about it though. Until one of the nights neither of us had dates and we were sitting across from each other at the dinner table chowing down on take-out Chinese food. Dominick was sitting there bare chested as usual, wearing his worn looking, scruffy blue jeans and unlaced construction boots. He looked beat from a hard day’s work of carrying cinderblocks, swinging hammers, and just plain old sweating like crazy out in the hot sun. “Man, this food really hits the spot Chris,” he said to me after swallowing a mouthful of chicken fried rice and belching real loud. “The cold beer was a great idea too…” I said that it was no problem as he took a gulp of his Budweiser. “AHHHH, nice and fucking cold,” he said and belched loudly again. “Fuck man, totally fuck, I’m hornier than a goddamned toad! Haven’t seen that girl, what was her fucking name…since last week man…” “Charlene,” I said to him. “Her name is Charlene.” “Yeah, that’s right, fuckin’ tit lovin’ Charlene…”