First Lust Never Dies

Apart from the boob-tube hotties of the 90s, my first lust was actually our houseboy. Yes, you read it right, our houseboy. I met him way back 2002, when I was 16 years old. The first time I saw him, I knew that I needed to get my hands on him.

Now before any judgment is cast, let me describe him - he was 5'6, very moreno, had all the right muscles in all the right places (his biceps bulge every time he moves his arms), and had a very flat stomach with the barest hint of a six-pack. His skin was like dark chocolate, smooth and brown, and he was very manly. He was very Machete-like, and I knew that he was the key to me fulfilling my fantasies.

I actually froze in place when I first saw him. This was in our small internet cafe, and it was closing time. I was on the ground floor, waiting for my dad to finish in the second. And there he was, mopping our floor, in his jeans and white undershirt. Since the cafe was closed, the air conditioning had been switched off, and the place was hot, literally. I was watching him do his stuff, going to and from the washroom to empty his pail of water, when suddenly, he stopped mopping and removed his undershirt. He was sweaty and every inch of his body was glistening in sweat- his arms, biceps, chest; his smooth dark body was shiny with perspiration.

I couldn't breathe; it was like all my fantasies came rushing back, and then I knew, there and then, I needed to touch him. I was very nervous when I began talking to him (both with anticipation in touching his body and fear that, at any second, my dad could come down), learned that his name was D, and he was actually a stay-in in our cafe. He mopped while we talked, and all the time, I was just staring at his shiny dark body. Then all of a sudden, he turned (to wipe a table, I think). Overwhelmed with the need to touch him, I just reached over, laid my hand on his back, and felt all that muscle under my hand. And I knew that I was in lust.

Wondering how far I can go (all that time, my heart was pounding in my chest, I was both excited because I was actually touching his body and afraid that he might not like it), I slid my hand down, felt his sweaty muscles, and got elated when he didn't object. I was in heaven, when suddenly my dad came down, and the moment ended.

I thought that that would be the first and last I'd get to touch him, but I guess my lust had other plans for me. =)