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Chapter 1
After completing college at the University of Waterloo, I joined my first job as a Marine Engineer at one of the biggest Media and Entertainment Companies in the world. Having lived my entire life in Toronto, I was excited to move to the warmer climate of Miami. Another reason for the move was my uncles and their family, who I am very close to ever since I lost my folks. My uncles are custom home builders in Florida, specializing in building Spanish-style, high-end custom homes and condos for wealthy individuals from across the country.
After having temporarily lived with one of my Uncles on the South Side of Miami, I finally moved to the north side, about an hour away from them, closer to my work. The 2BHK condo, almost 2000 sqft, was located on the 2nd floor of a large Spanish-style condo (owned by Uncle) in an ultra-luxury golf course community surrounded by water and greenery. An Identical replica of the condo stood across the terrace between the two condos. The large terrace was equipped with many Spanish architectural elements such as pergolas, stairs, and many plants. These two condos opposite each other were part of the same building located in a deserted cul-de-sac. A very large community pool was located right across.
The condo gave me a feeling of being on vacation. Stucco walls, terracotta roofs, large glass windows, wrought iron staircases, corridor around the apartments, a large balcony on the front furnished with planters with plants watered automatically. The commute to my work was short. But more importantly, I wanted to live alone. So, here I was at the age of 22 living on my own in a luxury apartment, few could dream of. Yet, I wasn't happy. More on that later.
Before I proceed, let me tell you a little bit about me. At 22, I am 5'4, 135, 28 W, with a swimmer's build (I have been a professional swimmer), greenish blue eyes, dark (hot toffee) blonde hair, and fair white skin with pinkish undertones, dark pink lips and permanent pink blushes on my cheeks. I was mostly smooth. Except for some hair in my pits, around my crotch, and on my face, there was very little visible hair on my body. I think, to compensate for that, I kept a sleek, long wavy, slightly curly hair, parted on the side, which flowed below my ears to my neck.
I have been a competitive swimmer in school and college. I also played Soccer in school and college. As a result, I am very slim and athletic. One thing that girls love about me is my dimpled, boyish smile. One thing that they hate about me is my height.
What I hate the most about me is my butt which I tried to hide but that begged to get noticed. The kind of butt that they call "Bubble Butt", two large globes that stood up high and perky, Men had always noticed. Those ripe cheeks barely fit into a swimsuit. Something that made me embarrassed at times while I swam during the competitions. Well, in short, my butts made me stand out and get compliments from both women and men, the compliments that I hated.
While I am gifted on the backside, I ain't gifted on the front, one of the reasons why my dates never return. Like any short guy, it isn't easy for me to find a girl to date. But if somehow I found a girl to date me, and if the date got to my bedroom, the girl left me either before sleeping with me or never returned my calls after. Though I thought I was pretty good. So I want to strangle those who say, "The size doesn't matter", because they won't understand how much it does till they don't experience their dates leaving them as soon as they see their small-sized weenie.
Well to cut it short, I am ill-equipped with a small 4-inch long penis, when erect, with a thickness of just over an inch. Though, I have nice-sized balls and ejaculate like a horse.
Moving on to our story, on the first Saturday morning after my move, I decided to go for a walk on the 2.5-mile trail that formed the perimeter of the golf course adjoining the Cul-de-sac where I lived. As I jogged on the deserted trail at 8:00 in the morning, admiring the lush green landscape surrounded by water and trees, I wondered if I would find people my age to befriend and girls to date in this luxury retirement community. I assumed that most of the residents here would-be retirees.
Lost in thoughts, as I trotted to finish the first round, I was interrupted by a deep manly voice coming from my behind, "On your left". Seconds later a man accompanied by a woman ran past me. The man was wearing blue shorts and a white Tee, the woman a pink tracksuit. They both looked athletic. I watched them disappear as the trail turned left.
Sometime later I was on my 2nd walking round of the trail, I again heard the same man saying, "On your left". Seconds later, I saw the same couple jogging past me, not running anymore. The man was tall, about 6' or so, lean, muscular, tanned or brown, long muscular neck and a buzz cut. The woman was white, shorter, about 5'3 or 5'4", average with large booty.
Halfway through my second round on the trail, I decided to turn around as I was getting late for a get-together at my uncle's. A few minutes later on my way back, I saw the same man and woman sitting on a metal bench on the side of the trail, sweating profusely. Man's tank top lay in between the two of them on the bench. The woman was talking on the phone whereas the man was sitting with his arms and legs spread out.
The woman was thin, short, and had bluer eyes, and blonde hair with breasts on the flatter side. The man looked biracial, almost 6'2 or 6'3 tall, fit, and muscular body with olive skin, big jawline, and lips, visible cheekbones, brownish eyes with nicely groomed short stubble for a beard. His looks reminded me if I had seen him somewhere. Later I would recall that the man's looks resembled actor Wilmer Valderrama's. Not exactly, but somewhat.
Why was I staring at this man for this long? I wondered. He was the kind of man that gave butterflies in the stomachs to men and women alike, myself included, making them feel inadequate and inferior in one department or the other. He was a black man, a good-looking biracial black man. The man and woman sitting on the bench contrasted in so many ways.
I came back home, took a shower, and got ready for a drive to my Uncle's when I heard familiar voices. Voices of those two I met on the trail. I looked through the slit of the curtains, they were my next-door neighbors, sitting on the patio furniture under the pergola.
Being shy and introverted, I am not the kind of guy who goes out to introduce himself to strangers, so what if they are neighbors? I turned around, locked the door, and left.
In a few months, I would learn a lot about them, especially him. He was Dr. William Woods, 44yr., 190 lbs, 6'2", 44" C, 33" W, and 15" B, twice-divorced with 3 children, one from his first marriage and two from his second. Both his divorces were acrimonious. He was dating Susan, a flight attendant, the woman I saw on the trail. A sports medicine doctor and consultant, Mr. Woods had no interest in getting married again.
Little did I know on that morning that in a few months, my life would be changing so dramatically. While COVID-19 would be screwing the world into a horrible, painful tragedy, this strong, masculine alpha black man would be fucking me like a rag doll and I would be experiencing the most amazing pleasure I had ever known.