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"My Dreamy Muscular Dilf" - Chapter 1
I was born in a very conservative, middle-class family in the suburbs of Atlanta, Georgia. My mom is a 2nd generation Indian American and my father is 2nd generation Brazilian. I am the youngest among the 3 siblings, the other two being girls. I knew that I was different as early as I was eleven years old. By the time I touched 14, there was no doubt left in my mind that girls, pussies, and boobs didn't arouse me. I fancied men, hard muscular bodies and cocks. No matter how much I tried to avoid thinking about them, I couldn't stop those thoughts.
I was a shy person from the very beginning. I had difficulty to start any conversation with strangers. Being an introvert didn't help much. I had some guy friends but I was mostly a recluse. Talking about having sex with them was out of the question. So, I devoted most of my time to studies, reading books, watching TV, and doing chores.
By age 14, my hormones started driving me crazy. I would watch porn, mostly straight porn that is, and would only focus on male actors and their bodies and what they were doing to the girls. I would jerk off regularly fantasizing about the men and cocks, what I would do to them or what they would do to me. I started playing with my ass by the time I reached the senior year in High School. I would use cucumbers to play with my ass and was able to get an inch thick cucumber up to 4 inches deep in my hole, enough to stimulate the right spot to bring me to orgasm. I also tasted my cum sometimes.
My mother thought I ate a lot of cucumbers, while I studied in my room.
By 18, I turned into a 5'8, 150 lbs, thin, fairly good looking guy, with olive skin, black hair, brown eyes. I had some achene but other than that I looked good. I kept my hair longer than usual that flowed to my ears. To be very honest, I was not a big fan of my looks, even though my folks and girls in my school thought that I looked handsome.
In my senior year, I started going to a local gym, where I would run on treadmills, lift some weights and check out good looking muscular guys from the corner of my eyes. It was then I realized that I was not into White or Black men. They simply didn't attract or arouse me. Biracial, Latino, and lighter-skinned muscular mixed-race men made my belly instantly flip flop. I wondered why that was the case. Maybe, because I was mixed-race. My dad was a very handsome man and so were many in his family. But I never found them attractive in that way. There were not that many mixed-race guys in my gym but when I would find one, I would find them irresistible. I would make efforts to check their crotches and imagine what they were hiding behind those shorts.
Repressed of desires and sexual energies, I started revolting at my home. I became this angry and disobedient teen who wanted everything that his parents forbade him to do. I hated my sisters, who were elder to me and who would often gang up on me to get their way at home. I was always at odds with my mom and dad. I hated when they took me to church every Sunday against my will and I was forced to hear homophobic sermons. After a while though, they just gave up on me and stopped bothering me in any fashion. The older I got, the more adamant I became. I guess my folks just lost any hope in me.
I knew I just needed to leave home as soon as possible. So I decided to only apply for colleges that were at least 1000 miles from Georgia, mostly on West Coast. To my great fortune, I got accepted with a full-tuition scholarship to one of the best universities in the Bay Area, California. I left home for college in my old Toyota Corolla, when I was 18 yr and 4 months old. Finally, I was free.
Revolting against my parents came at a price. They didn't like my choice of the university and refused to pay me even a dime for my monthly expenses. I was on my own. I was even more pissed and decided to never ask for a dime from them ever again.
As they say, easier said than done. As soon as I reached the campus, I knew I need to start making some money on the side. So I started looking for some work at and around the campus. Finding anything that paid higher than the minimum wage was difficult. I started working as a server at a local restaurant, two days a week. The job paid decent money but I found the work too unpleasant and against my nature. So, I started looking for job postings on the notice board.
A few weeks after I arrived, I found one job posting that said, "Looking for a personal assistant to do the home chores on the weekend. No hassles, good pay".
I decided to call the number to learn more about the job to see if it would pay well and whether I would like to do that.
A manly, authoritative voice answered my phone. After the initial introductions and purpose of the call, the man on the other side asked me to meet him at his home on the following Saturday morning for further discussions regarding the work and gave me his name and address. His name was Mark Rayos.
His ranch home was located in a rich neighborhood with well-manicured lawns and trees. I rang the doorbell and was greeted by an almost 6 feet tall, bald, fit, and muscular man with olive skin, big jawline and lips, and visible cheekbones, brownish eyes with nicely groomed short stubble for a beard. He must be in his late 30s or early 40s. I couldn't gauge his race from his looks but he looked Latino or Spanish or mixed race. He was wearing an almost skintight Tee shirt that barely reached the waistband and grey gym pants. He didn't seem super attractive at first glance but didn't look bad either. I looked at his biceps with upper arm veins running down the arms. His pecks, his chest all accentuated his chiseled body. While I was running my eyes on this man from head to toe, I suddenly noticed from the outlines of his crotch area that he wasn't wearing any underwear. His cock hung down the left of the pant leg. He was endowed and cut. There was no doubt about it.
I realized that I must have looked at him longer than I should have, so I turned my head in another direction to check the house. When I finally looked back at him after a few moments, I saw him grinning. I immediately became conscious of his presence.
He led me to inside the house. It was a beautiful 3 bedroom and 2 bath ranch house with 2-car attached garage. One bedroom near the entrance was used as an office and the other on the other side of the foyer was closed which, as he told me later, was a guestroom that was only used when his two children from the previous marriage visited him from LA. Hallway from the foyer led to the large open rather square space with vaulted ceilings and 6 feet tall large windows on the back wall. It was an open concept floor plan with living, dining, kitchen together. You can stand anywhere in this space and see the backyard through the windows. On the right of this space was the open kitchen with a large island with a sink in the middle and on the left side was the dining area with a large rectangular dining table surrounded by 8 chairs.
Large island in the kitchen with 4 adjustable swivel brown leather bar stools with half-backs. The laundry room was close to the kitchen.
Adjacent to the dining area was the rectangular living area with a large brown leather sofa that created a partition between the dining and the living area. The sofa faced the windows. Perpendicular to this Sofa was a reclining couch with storage in the middle. This couch faced the large LED TV hung above the fireplace. There was a large wood center table sitting on a Persian rug in the middle. Both sofas were surrounded by end tables.
In front of the kitchen-island area was a rectangular space where a treadmill sat next to the tall window that looked into the sunroom. The patio door in the middle of the back wall opened in the patio/sunroom where the weight bench and weight racks were placed.
As he was showing me the house, I kept checking him out, especially his cock, every opportunity I got. His tight shining smooth skin and his scent kept me captivated. Suddenly, I found him extremely attractive.
His musky spicy perfume filled my nostrils, as he let me through the hallway on the right between the island and the treadmill area to the master bedroom, which was furnished with a large king bed, matching nightstands, and cushioned bed bench. The left wall had tall glass windows looking in the backyard with an oval swimming pool.
A large sofa sat against the wall facing the bed. On the right of the bed was a dressing table with a large tall mirror and 2-3 feet table. Then he asked me to follow him through the door at the center of the wall on the right opening in the master bath with a large tub, two sinks, shower stall. There was a large walk-in closet on the side of the bath.
He explained the chores to me for which I was being hired. The chores included mowing and cleaning the lawn in the backyard, sweeping and wet-moping the hardwood floors of the house, dusting and wiping the furniture and the counters tops, the kitchen, then doing the laundry, and ironing his clothes and replacing the bedsheets with fresh ones. He told me that all these chores wouldn't take more than 4-5 hours, for which he would pay me $200 per week for the work. I calculated in my head. $40 per hour for this. It was good money, so I instantly agreed to start the work on the following Saturday.
By the time, Mr. Rios was done showing me the house, I was infatuated with him. The thought of this man standing next to me aroused me. I was afraid that he would notice my arousal and I would lose the job before it started. I wanted to leave but he kept asking me questions one after the other, which I answered in a weak trembling voice.
As soon as I reached my dorm room, I couldn't hold back and needed to jerk off. I went into the bath and jerked off thinking about this man. But that was not enough. The thought of this muscular man and his big cock kept bothering me the entire week. I kept jerking off to them every opportunity I got. I couldn't wait for the next Saturday for my job to start.
------To be continued-----