Hi there, my name is Raj and I'm here to tell you about an experience I had during my freshman year in college.
First though, a bit of background on me. My parents are immigrants from India, but I was born and raised in the States. I had a conservative upbringing. I wasn't allowed to date and cultural differences precluded much intermingling with my classmates in high school. Fortunately, I received a full-ride scholarship to a college that was 3 hours from home, which meant that I would have to live on campus. My parents begrudgingly agreed and it was only through these circumstances that I was able to secure my freedom.
My parents believed in having a strong mind and strong body and accordingly, I was pushed to excel in both academics and sports. I was involved in cross country and ran track and also did yoga on my own. I was not very big, 5'8" 140 lbs, so I was sized out of many of the other sports.
I was always attracted to older men, particularly the much older grandpa types. I would stare at the big bearish balding hairy old men wherever I saw them, especially at the libraries or at bookstores. They fascinated me, and initially when I was younger, it was simply a fascination, as I matured, I began lusting for them. On more than a few occasions, one or two of the regulars at the library would chat me up or sit with me in a show of interest, but I never had the courage to go through with anything more than simply talking with them.
College afforded me the freedom to seek some satisfaction to my underlying sexual desires. The first 6 months were fairly boring and I was simply getting a handle on college life. I turned 19 in January and I decided that I wanted to meet an older man.
I lived in an off campus studio apartment. There was a janitor who worked in the building. His name was Gus and he looked to be in his late 50s early 60s. He was not particularly tall or big, but certainly overweight. He would often stop by and say hello and we would make small talk. He was nice enough I thought. He had a clean shaven face with a balding head with wisps of gray hair on the sides and top. He wore a dirty mustard colored uniform and walked with a limp.
I should disclose here that while I had a full ride scholarship, I didn't have any money on top of this and my parents worked regular full-time jobs. I also didn't have time to find a job while balancing cross country obligations and also school.
One day I came home late and was surprised to see Gus was still lurking around the building.
"Hi Raj! How're ya? Long day, huh?" he asked.
I was still in my running shorts and wasn't wearing a shirt as I just returned from a 10 mile run.
"Hey Gus...yeah just a little winded after this run..you're here late. Late call?"
"Well, I finished up a short while ago, but actually if you don't mind I wanted to ask you something...can we speak in private?"
"Sure...come on in..I'm a little sweaty though, sorry!"
He chuckled, "Naw, I don't mind a little sweat at all, especially on you..." his voice trailed off.
I was a bit taken aback by his comment, I kind of felt that he was always a bit of a creeper, but I never cared too much.
My apartment was small, I didn't have much furniture, there was a sofa and he sat down. I offered a drink which he declined.
"I wanted to ask you about a business proposition actually," he started. "I have to be completely honest with you here, so don't be offended if I misjudged the situation."
"Okay?" I was so bewildered by his statement but I felt obliged to listen to him anyway.
"Raj I think you're very attractive, I really do think you are stunning and I have been seeing you every day since you started school here and I have never seen you bring any girls to your place nor have I seen you go out much."
I was startled by his comments but remained silent.
"Anyway, I am assuming that by your mannerisms and by all else that I have seen from you that you are not particularly interested in women. Is that correct?"
I nodded slowly, feeling as if I had been somehow exposed. I did wonder how he figured.
"How could you tell?" I let out a nervous laugh while biting my lower lip.
"I wasn't born yesterday...I see how you look at me. I am a bit of a self-described creep, and no one talks to me, but you do. It's the way you are, kind of hard to describe yet so easy to tell."
He smiled and the tension eased up. I sat down across from him on the floor with my legs folded.
"I came here to ask you about doing some modeling and maybe a movie, doesn't have to be a long movie, but I've got a friend who would be interested in making some extra money and I told him about you. Before you freak out, just understand that there is a market, and a significant demand, for movies between young boys like you and old men like me. Unlike me, he is quite the Casanova, and is able and willing to perform on camera. Movie and pictures would be distributed to overseas clients and so locally and even domestically, not something you'd have to deal with."
My jaw dropped. "So, you're asking me if I'd be interested in having sex on camera with some guy for money? How much money and who am I sleeping with?"
"His name is Jeff, he's a longtime buddy of mine back to when we both served 30 years ago. He's a bit older than me, about 69 this year, but he's healthy and probably more of your type than I am. Sky's the limit in terms of money, but I'd say your cut would be $10 grand easy, especially if you do a good job."
I was nervous and began shivering and my heart began racing. I was not totally honest with you, I had been with a few men as soon as I started school. I had to wait until I was officially 18 years old but I signed up with a personals website and had hooked up with 7 men in just over a month. "Hooking up" meant mostly oral as these men were old and mostly had ED and were thus unable to penetrate me. I suppose Gus may have seen me leaving with these men as I did not have a car of my own and thus relied upon their transportation to and from my place. Regardless, I watched tons of porn and practiced on bananas my oral skills and felt pretty good about myself. This presented a different challenge, but it was offset by the prospect of money. Money that I very much felt I needed.
"Do you have a picture of Jeff? What does he look like, what does he want?"
Gus pulled up an old photo them from what looked like a very long time ago. Gus was standing with his arm on Jeff's shoulder. Jeff looked to be quite tall and large. He had a mullet and beard and had tattoos up and down his arms. They looked to be in their late 30s. "He looks way different now though, I don't have a more recent picture, this phone is shit."
"He likes 'em young and horny, he himself is pretty horny and has a great sex drive."
I was nervous and gulped. But I accepted the challenge.
