My name is Raj. I was born in the US into a conservative Indian family. By the time I turned 18 in August of 2004, I had not yet had any sort of sexual experiences. I did find that quite a few girls had taken a liking to me, especially Indian girls, but the fear of getting kicked out of my house pretty much forced me to focus on school and keep away. I wasn't allowed to go to my high school prom, wasn't allowed to go to the mall, no sleepovers. Essentially, it was a pretty boring childhood and high school career.
Interestingly, this all changed once it was time for college. There were no reputable schools within a 2 hour drive of where we lived, so my parents had the most difficult time swallowing that pill. I was accepted into the state university and was ecstatic.
One important detail I failed to mention earlier: while I was appreciative of the attention I received from girls, I had always found myself more curious and attracted to older men. Particularly, the old, fat, hairy men that no one else paid attention to. Be it, the gym teacher or the janitor, or just random man I would see somewhere.
I was a cross country runner in high school and I did competitive swimming as well, so I was in pretty good shape. I was also fairly light skinned, olive complexion, with light brown eyes. Long flowing hair which I parted to the side and a nice even tan. I was happy with my looks, but I desired freedom.
Freedom came that summer. I turned 18, and my parents bought me a car. Nothing fancy, but it was enough to get me from home to my new school and back. Since the school was 2 hours away, I was able to get an apartment for myself.
Come September, and it was finally time to start my new life. I was lonely and with my computer and newfound independence, I started browsing through personals ads online. I couldn't tell you how horny I was. I was ready to explode. I never really found anything of interest.
One day, I found the newspaper on my doorstep and I started perusing through it. Nothing, nothing, then finally, the Miscellaneous ads caught my eye.
"LOOKING FOR MALE MODELS! MUST BE BETWEEN 18-22! EARN UP TO $10,000!"
Underneath, there was a contact e-mail and phone number for someone named Frank. Not a whole lot of details were included, aside from getting paid to pose followed by etc.
My hands were shivering as I kept reading it. Curled up on my sofa in my dark lonely apartment, I gathered the courage to reach for my phone and dialed the number.
A deep, raspy, baritone voice answered the phone.
"This is Frank.."
"H-hi, h-hello, hey, I saw your ad in the paper," I gulped, "about male models?" my voice hit a high note with "models".
"Yeah...how old are you?"
"I turned 18 a month ago-" I stammered.
"We will need proof of that. Along with some pictures. I need headshots, and bodyshots. I want pictures of your ass and cock as well. Send me a picture of your drivers license and then once I look at it, you can send me the pics I requested. Are we clear?"
"Y-yes, sir..." I was terrified. Sir???
"Send it to the e-mail listed. I'll take a look and we will go from there." CLICK.
He sounded like a tough guy. Intimidating to the point where I took out my camera and my license and immediately e-mailed him.
I was on my toes, waiting for a response from him, and finally got one several hours later.
"And where are the pics?"
My heart started pounding as I got naked and went and lay in my tub and began taking selfies. This felt super awkward. But I was horny and there was also the small prospect of earning up to $10,000 which I had seemed to forget.
I had always kept myself smooth because of my competitive swimming, so it was not unusual for my legs to be completely smooth and hairless. Same with my pubic area. I took several photos. I spread my legs and took a body shot with a great view of my privates. I turned around and took a photo my smooth, bubbly ass.
The pictures were uploaded and I crafted an e-mail to Frank.
"Enclosed are my pictures. I hope you like." Fired it off.
I assumed Frank was happy with the pictures, because he called me not a minute later on my phone.
"Raj, is it? So are you in school here in town?" He sounded pleased and his tone was somewhat softer.
"Yes, I just started Freshman year a month ago!" I exclaimed.
"How do you like it? What's your current living situation? Do you have a car?"