Awakening at Flamenco Beach Part 1
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And so it was yet another Monday morning. Back to work. Ugh!
Not only the week at work resumed on another tedious and hot day at the treatment plant project, but also my special friends Gwenn and Hank had departed during that weekend. No longer would I have our furtive plays at night, and neither there was any sign of the stranger I had met at Flamenco Beach almost a week back.
The week at work passed uneventfully; just the usual meetings, arguments with labors and filling the required report forms. And as expected, work was dull through the rest of the week but those late-afternoon minutes sitting at the beach were really refreshing.
Finally, on Friday morning, just like any other Friday, I had to inspect a sedimentation pond located in a sink hole on a relatively secluded, but not far, section of the project. It was required by state construction regulations and it was part of my assigned duties. Like I usually did, I stepped on a rock lying by the edge of the pond and measured its depth with an old steel rod.
I heard a large vehicle approaching. I thought it was probably one of labors running materials around project in the pick-up truck. The truck stopped nearby, but I didn’t really pay much attention.
All of the sudden, as I was pulling up the rod from the pond, Alfonso, the project foreman, came out of the bushes at the top of one of the side slopes of the sink hole. He did not seem to have noticed me, but I had an idea of what he was up to. As it was normal among the workers, he was probably looking for a calm place to pee.
Unlike most construction workers I had known and work with before, Alfonso was a nice, religious man. He was a rare individual in this line of business. On past experiences, a project foreman was the toughest macho-man of the pack. Not necessarily, but sometimes, he was a drunken jerk, who often couldn’t direct himself without using a healthy array of foul language.
On the other hand, Alfonso, who was well past his 50s, was known to be a strict lead with his men as well as a keeper of composure. He could be quite stubborn at times; however, he was fair and respectful when he had to. Workers usually looked up to him as a father figure since he would treat most his co-workers, me included, as if we were his own c***dren. But it was well appreciated and people listened and respected him much. Personally, I liked that.
So Alfonso, seemingly unaware of my presence at the pond, unbuckled his belt, unzipped his pants and began pulling his dick out. Obviously, I was not in the direction of what I deemed was going to be his pee stream, but it struck me how long it was taking him to take the damn thing out of his pants.
I considered that ten of seconds was a lot of time, especial after noticing how he was struggling to get his dick out out. Initially, I thought it was funny how could he been having such technical problems. Hopefully, he was not going to pee his pants before he took it out.
But when his manhood finally came out, I was in awe. It was impressive. It seemed like he had pulled out a small leg. I remember thinking that it was surprising that someone of his size could walk with anything like that between his legs. But then again, I have to admit that I did have my suspicions about him, and I was right.
Not that I spent all my time peeking at his physical gifts, but I had noticed in the past how big his bulge was sometimes when he was around. It was not as thick as Hank’s monster cock, but equally or even, a tiny bit longer. But Hank was 6 feet, 4 inches tall and over 300 pounds, while Alfonso, even with his big beer belly, was about 250 pounds and had a smaller frame (maybe 5 feet, 10 inches tall), so it looked more striking on the shorter man.
He took a very long leak. I was amazed with the huge arch of his golden stream as it jettisoned from his long penis. It was mesmerizing.
It wasn’t until his stream waned down that I noticed that he was actually staring at me with a smile. At that same moment, a bug got into my gaping mouth. Both, his staring and the fly, took me by surprise, and after that, it all went downhill… literally.
Startled by Alfonso’s gleeful eyes piercing into mine and the stupid bug’s invasion, I jolted. The sole of my boots lost grip on the slimy rock I was standing and I sk**, sending my body sliding down into the pond’s murky water.
In the blur of the moment, I could hear Alfonso screaming my name out of concern and running to my aid. I knew already that the retention pond was deeper than 6 feet, so in the split second while I was falling, I was holding my breath and preparing to swim. I heard the splash, and felt the wetness engulf my clothes and body.
I was already floating when I opened my eyes. I looked up and saw Alfonso, who had run down the slope, offering his hand to pull me out of the water. I reached out with my arm and he immediately pulled my skinny frame out.
I knew his firm handshake, but this time he almost crushed it in his haste to get me out of the pond. It wasn’t obvious, but Alfonso was as strong as an ox. Still at his age, I had seen him moving real heavy stuff all over the place at the construction site so I was not surprised he got me out with such ease.
Translated form Spanish He asked concerned.
I was a bit confused myself to what had happened. But at that moment, I didn’t care much about anything else but the fact that I was soaking wet and covered in filth. I needed to clean myself and get me some clean clothes.
I replied.
I said with incredulity as I looked down at myself.
Alfonso interrupted me.
I tried to reply, but he wouldn’t hear it.
Before I could say anything else, he turned around and began walking up to the truck. He did have a point; I was reeking and covered in mud and silt, and I was wet, and I was already getting sticky. And I would have totally ruined my car if I had gotten in it without covers, which I didn’t have, on the driving seat.
I ultimately agreed, although by looking at Alfonso’s resolve, it seemed like I didn’t really have much of an option anyway.
I said with a hint of embarrassment.
We got on the pick-up truck and drove off to my hotel.
The ride was short and quiet. I wasn’t really feeling too talkative. The pick-up was really cramped inside, I was covered in gunk, and I was still too embarrassed. The fact alone that I had just stupidly fell in the sedimentation pit was enough to keep me just not in the mood. Nonetheless, I felt very appreciative of Alfonso for doing this for me. There was nothing against him.
But as we were arriving to the Flamenco Beach Hotel, where I was staying, I began re-enacting the incident in my head. All had happened so fast. And as the pick-up truck stopped, that’s when it hit me. I realized what had happened. I remembered what had distracted me, made me trip and sent me sliding down.
I recalled the misstep that took me into the pond after the jolting surprise of seeing Alfonso and his… well-endowed manhood. I remembered he was was freshly and gleefully smiling at me with his huge dick dangling and leaking a few meters in front of me. The same smile he was sporting as he stared at me when he parked in front of the hotel.
I felt the jolt again running up my spine, but at least, I didn’t fall anywhere this time. As I looked at his lewd expression, my eyes betrayed me and drifted down to his lap and his bulge. I could tell it was swollen, like many times I had seen it when he had been close to me at the project. I shifted my eyes back to him but it was already too late. He knew already it was calling my attention.
Immediately, I turned to my right to open the door and without uttering a word, climbed down from the pick-up. I walked to my apartment as fast as my cold, stiff, mud-covered body allowed me.
I heard him yell as I walked away:
I replied. As soon as I reached the room, I went in and made sure the silly door was closed and locked this time. Then, I rested against the door I don’t know for how long.
I felt sick. I was so embarrassed. Have I no discretion? Have I no control? How was I going to look Alfonso to his eyes again? How could I ever work with him again? I knew I had to get my shit together and get back to the project. And I had to ride back with him. What would he think of me now? No, what was he thinking already?
But the worst part was that as I walked away from the door and began taking my clothes off, I just could not stop thinking of him and his enormous cock. I couldn’t shake off image his gifted penis hanging flaccid, and yet looking so strong and large. I couldn’t then avoid picturing how it would look when it was erected.
And then, there was his stare. It was also impregnated in my mind. Was there any kind of thoughts behind it? I couldn’t imagine that he would have any kind of indecent ideas on my account. Or would he? What if that was the case? It was all becoming so surreal. And the worst thing was to think that I liked him as a co-worker and maybe even as friend.
I remember Alfonso had been nice enough to invite me to spend a day with his family in his boat during my first days. Being mostly a fishing town, a lot of people living in Culebra Island owned boats. Immediately after returning his service in the military, Alfonso had found a great deal for an old Boston Whaler. He was a fervent fisherman and after noticing I didn’t know much people in the Island upon my arrival to the project, he had the courtesy of extending the invitation. We even took me for some really cool scuba diving at a few sweet spots that day. He, his wife and the rest of his family had been such great hosts.
Yes, of course, I liked him. How could I not? I mean, he was so nice to me. But now that all of this was happening, was he really nice to me for the right reasons? And how about me? Di I like him for the right reasons? Have I actually developed some kind of physically attraction towards him? Damn, A couple of weeks ago, none of this nonsense would have even crossed my mind, but now… after the stranger… Gwenn and Hank… All I could not pondering what was going on with me.
Ever since I met that stranger the week before at the beach, something changed inside me that I couldn’t describe, and apparently, I couldn’t control it either.
I went into the shower thinking that I could never… well, I should never do anything with Alfonso. I mean, he was so much older than me, and he was a religious man who was married to the nicest woman, and he had c***dren and grandc***dren, and he was my co-worker. It all seemed so insane.
As I finished showering and began putting some fresh clothes, I tried to calm down. Then, I thought that maybe it was just a misunderstanding and I was just blowing everything out of proportion. I must have created all this nonsense in my mind, which wouldn’t be the first time.
I remember thinking that I must be a real jack ass to think that a gentleman like Alfonso would do something like that and that I should be careful that I was not going to do anything stupider than I had already done. I was just not going to destroy a good working partnership over such poor judgment. He didn’t deserve it and I certainly didn’t need it.
So, as I finished my shoe laces and put all the salvageable dirty clothes into the hamper and the rest in the garbage bin, I decided that I would come out like if nothing had happened. Once in the pick-up, I would apologized for all the trouble and thank him for his assistance and discretion.
And so when I went to the pick-up and Alfonso was standing next to the truck talking over his cell phone. I think I heard him talking to his wife as he signaled me to get into the truck. He, then, climbed onto the driver’s seat and started the engine.
When he finished on the phone, he said to me His tone was calm and casual as usual while he shifted gears and the vehicle took off to the plant.
I replied, initially hesitant, but then, seeing there was no awkwardness, I continued more relax.
He said as he reached out and patted me on my knee. Then, he continued
Not only the week at work resumed on another tedious and hot day at the treatment plant project, but also my special friends Gwenn and Hank had departed during that weekend. No longer would I have our furtive plays at night, and neither there was any sign of the stranger I had met at Flamenco Beach almost a week back.
The week at work passed uneventfully; just the usual meetings, arguments with labors and filling the required report forms. And as expected, work was dull through the rest of the week but those late-afternoon minutes sitting at the beach were really refreshing.
Finally, on Friday morning, just like any other Friday, I had to inspect a sedimentation pond located in a sink hole on a relatively secluded, but not far, section of the project. It was required by state construction regulations and it was part of my assigned duties. Like I usually did, I stepped on a rock lying by the edge of the pond and measured its depth with an old steel rod.
I heard a large vehicle approaching. I thought it was probably one of labors running materials around project in the pick-up truck. The truck stopped nearby, but I didn’t really pay much attention.
All of the sudden, as I was pulling up the rod from the pond, Alfonso, the project foreman, came out of the bushes at the top of one of the side slopes of the sink hole. He did not seem to have noticed me, but I had an idea of what he was up to. As it was normal among the workers, he was probably looking for a calm place to pee.
Unlike most construction workers I had known and work with before, Alfonso was a nice, religious man. He was a rare individual in this line of business. On past experiences, a project foreman was the toughest macho-man of the pack. Not necessarily, but sometimes, he was a drunken jerk, who often couldn’t direct himself without using a healthy array of foul language.
On the other hand, Alfonso, who was well past his 50s, was known to be a strict lead with his men as well as a keeper of composure. He could be quite stubborn at times; however, he was fair and respectful when he had to. Workers usually looked up to him as a father figure since he would treat most his co-workers, me included, as if we were his own c***dren. But it was well appreciated and people listened and respected him much. Personally, I liked that.
So Alfonso, seemingly unaware of my presence at the pond, unbuckled his belt, unzipped his pants and began pulling his dick out. Obviously, I was not in the direction of what I deemed was going to be his pee stream, but it struck me how long it was taking him to take the damn thing out of his pants.
I considered that ten of seconds was a lot of time, especial after noticing how he was struggling to get his dick out out. Initially, I thought it was funny how could he been having such technical problems. Hopefully, he was not going to pee his pants before he took it out.
But when his manhood finally came out, I was in awe. It was impressive. It seemed like he had pulled out a small leg. I remember thinking that it was surprising that someone of his size could walk with anything like that between his legs. But then again, I have to admit that I did have my suspicions about him, and I was right.
Not that I spent all my time peeking at his physical gifts, but I had noticed in the past how big his bulge was sometimes when he was around. It was not as thick as Hank’s monster cock, but equally or even, a tiny bit longer. But Hank was 6 feet, 4 inches tall and over 300 pounds, while Alfonso, even with his big beer belly, was about 250 pounds and had a smaller frame (maybe 5 feet, 10 inches tall), so it looked more striking on the shorter man.
He took a very long leak. I was amazed with the huge arch of his golden stream as it jettisoned from his long penis. It was mesmerizing.
It wasn’t until his stream waned down that I noticed that he was actually staring at me with a smile. At that same moment, a bug got into my gaping mouth. Both, his staring and the fly, took me by surprise, and after that, it all went downhill… literally.
Startled by Alfonso’s gleeful eyes piercing into mine and the stupid bug’s invasion, I jolted. The sole of my boots lost grip on the slimy rock I was standing and I sk**, sending my body sliding down into the pond’s murky water.
In the blur of the moment, I could hear Alfonso screaming my name out of concern and running to my aid. I knew already that the retention pond was deeper than 6 feet, so in the split second while I was falling, I was holding my breath and preparing to swim. I heard the splash, and felt the wetness engulf my clothes and body.
I was already floating when I opened my eyes. I looked up and saw Alfonso, who had run down the slope, offering his hand to pull me out of the water. I reached out with my arm and he immediately pulled my skinny frame out.
I knew his firm handshake, but this time he almost crushed it in his haste to get me out of the pond. It wasn’t obvious, but Alfonso was as strong as an ox. Still at his age, I had seen him moving real heavy stuff all over the place at the construction site so I was not surprised he got me out with such ease.
Translated form Spanish He asked concerned.
I was a bit confused myself to what had happened. But at that moment, I didn’t care much about anything else but the fact that I was soaking wet and covered in filth. I needed to clean myself and get me some clean clothes.
I replied.
I said with incredulity as I looked down at myself.
Alfonso interrupted me.
I tried to reply, but he wouldn’t hear it.
Before I could say anything else, he turned around and began walking up to the truck. He did have a point; I was reeking and covered in mud and silt, and I was wet, and I was already getting sticky. And I would have totally ruined my car if I had gotten in it without covers, which I didn’t have, on the driving seat.
I ultimately agreed, although by looking at Alfonso’s resolve, it seemed like I didn’t really have much of an option anyway.
I said with a hint of embarrassment.
We got on the pick-up truck and drove off to my hotel.
The ride was short and quiet. I wasn’t really feeling too talkative. The pick-up was really cramped inside, I was covered in gunk, and I was still too embarrassed. The fact alone that I had just stupidly fell in the sedimentation pit was enough to keep me just not in the mood. Nonetheless, I felt very appreciative of Alfonso for doing this for me. There was nothing against him.
But as we were arriving to the Flamenco Beach Hotel, where I was staying, I began re-enacting the incident in my head. All had happened so fast. And as the pick-up truck stopped, that’s when it hit me. I realized what had happened. I remembered what had distracted me, made me trip and sent me sliding down.
I recalled the misstep that took me into the pond after the jolting surprise of seeing Alfonso and his… well-endowed manhood. I remembered he was was freshly and gleefully smiling at me with his huge dick dangling and leaking a few meters in front of me. The same smile he was sporting as he stared at me when he parked in front of the hotel.
I felt the jolt again running up my spine, but at least, I didn’t fall anywhere this time. As I looked at his lewd expression, my eyes betrayed me and drifted down to his lap and his bulge. I could tell it was swollen, like many times I had seen it when he had been close to me at the project. I shifted my eyes back to him but it was already too late. He knew already it was calling my attention.
Immediately, I turned to my right to open the door and without uttering a word, climbed down from the pick-up. I walked to my apartment as fast as my cold, stiff, mud-covered body allowed me.
I heard him yell as I walked away:
I replied. As soon as I reached the room, I went in and made sure the silly door was closed and locked this time. Then, I rested against the door I don’t know for how long.
I felt sick. I was so embarrassed. Have I no discretion? Have I no control? How was I going to look Alfonso to his eyes again? How could I ever work with him again? I knew I had to get my shit together and get back to the project. And I had to ride back with him. What would he think of me now? No, what was he thinking already?
But the worst part was that as I walked away from the door and began taking my clothes off, I just could not stop thinking of him and his enormous cock. I couldn’t shake off image his gifted penis hanging flaccid, and yet looking so strong and large. I couldn’t then avoid picturing how it would look when it was erected.
And then, there was his stare. It was also impregnated in my mind. Was there any kind of thoughts behind it? I couldn’t imagine that he would have any kind of indecent ideas on my account. Or would he? What if that was the case? It was all becoming so surreal. And the worst thing was to think that I liked him as a co-worker and maybe even as friend.
I remember Alfonso had been nice enough to invite me to spend a day with his family in his boat during my first days. Being mostly a fishing town, a lot of people living in Culebra Island owned boats. Immediately after returning his service in the military, Alfonso had found a great deal for an old Boston Whaler. He was a fervent fisherman and after noticing I didn’t know much people in the Island upon my arrival to the project, he had the courtesy of extending the invitation. We even took me for some really cool scuba diving at a few sweet spots that day. He, his wife and the rest of his family had been such great hosts.
Yes, of course, I liked him. How could I not? I mean, he was so nice to me. But now that all of this was happening, was he really nice to me for the right reasons? And how about me? Di I like him for the right reasons? Have I actually developed some kind of physically attraction towards him? Damn, A couple of weeks ago, none of this nonsense would have even crossed my mind, but now… after the stranger… Gwenn and Hank… All I could not pondering what was going on with me.
Ever since I met that stranger the week before at the beach, something changed inside me that I couldn’t describe, and apparently, I couldn’t control it either.
I went into the shower thinking that I could never… well, I should never do anything with Alfonso. I mean, he was so much older than me, and he was a religious man who was married to the nicest woman, and he had c***dren and grandc***dren, and he was my co-worker. It all seemed so insane.
As I finished showering and began putting some fresh clothes, I tried to calm down. Then, I thought that maybe it was just a misunderstanding and I was just blowing everything out of proportion. I must have created all this nonsense in my mind, which wouldn’t be the first time.
I remember thinking that I must be a real jack ass to think that a gentleman like Alfonso would do something like that and that I should be careful that I was not going to do anything stupider than I had already done. I was just not going to destroy a good working partnership over such poor judgment. He didn’t deserve it and I certainly didn’t need it.
So, as I finished my shoe laces and put all the salvageable dirty clothes into the hamper and the rest in the garbage bin, I decided that I would come out like if nothing had happened. Once in the pick-up, I would apologized for all the trouble and thank him for his assistance and discretion.
And so when I went to the pick-up and Alfonso was standing next to the truck talking over his cell phone. I think I heard him talking to his wife as he signaled me to get into the truck. He, then, climbed onto the driver’s seat and started the engine.
When he finished on the phone, he said to me His tone was calm and casual as usual while he shifted gears and the vehicle took off to the plant.
I replied, initially hesitant, but then, seeing there was no awkwardness, I continued more relax.
He said as he reached out and patted me on my knee. Then, he continued
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