Date: Tue, 31 May 2016 15:28:29 +0000 (UTC)
From: Erin Boy <erinboy_98@yahoo.com>
Subject: The Lottery, part 3 of 3

The following story contains descriptions of sexual acts between various
people, sometimes of the same gender, not always as willing participants. If
this type of story bothers you, then do not read it.  Some parts of
it are true and other parts are imagined. I'll let you guess which
is which. The names have been changed to protect the innocent along
with the guilty. If you want to comment on this effort you can
write to me at erinboy_98@yahoo.com.

                            The Lottery
                            Part 3 of 3

The next day at the wedding Danny got so nervous waiting for Cheryl and
her Dad to come down the aisle that he ran out the side door of the
church and puked in the bushes.  Everybody at the reception afterwards
was kidding him about it and the other guys who had been at the cottage
laughed the hardest.  But it was not the booze and the nervousness that
made him throw up.  It was having to face Fr. Sullivan at the altar and
wonder if he had been marked by him somehow.  Maybe he wasn't meant to
get married at all.  Maybe he was gay.

But Danny managed to get through the wedding and even had a good time
at the reception.  He was nervous that night, the first time going all
the way with Cheryl.  It was just like her friends had told her, she
bled like crazy all over the sheets.  Danny felt sick at the sight but
couldn't tell Cheryl it reminded him of his own virgin blood let loose
in a gas station toilet.  He pretended he was tired and fell asleep
while she was in the bathroom getting cleaned up.

The rest of the honeymoon was great. They swam in the pool and went
for long walks on the beach.  If only it could be like that forever.

But it wasn't.  They had started out renting a one bedroom apartment,
but when they both were out of work they had to give it up and move in
with his folks.  Danny went through the paper every Sunday looking for
jobs and asked around among his friends.  The little he got on
unemployment was enough for them to still go out to the movies and
McDonalds once a week or so, and they gave his folks some money towards
the food bill.  Cheryl helped with the cooking but not as much now
that she was so big and uncomfortable.

Danny's one extravagance was the lottery.  He bought five bucks every
week and dreamt about what he would do with the money.  He would buy
his mother a new coat and his dad a new car.  And he and Cheryl could
have any house they wanted.  This week the pot was up to almost 15
million and Danny decided to buy ten bucks worth because he was
feeling pretty lucky.  He really needed this to come through.

Cheryl had the air conditioning turned up so high you'd think the sweat
on her exploded belly would freeze into little icicles.  Danny shivered
and said "I'm going out.  You wanna go see a movie?" he asked, knowing
she would say no but having to ask anyway.  "I'm not going to get dressed
up just to go to some stupid movie.  Go if you want, but I'm not getting
up if I can help it."

"Great" Danny thought, "Who needs ya anyway" as he picked up his car keys
off the bureau.  "Don't wait up for me." he said "Maybe I'll take in a
couple of movies." as he fled the underground prison they'd been
sentenced to since the money had gotten tight.  His mom was in the kitchen
and he hit her up for some spending money.  She was always good for it so
long as his dad wasn't there to ask how the job hunting was going.

Danny checked the paper to see what was playing but nothing really looked
good.  He had to get out though so he hopped in his car and headed down
the corner to see if any of the old gang was around.  He hardly saw any
of his buddies now that he was married.  Until she got so far along with
the baby, Cheryl hardly ever let him go off without her.  Now she just
didn't care.

He stopped at the corner store for a coke, and Harry, the guy that had
owned the store ever since Danny could remember asked him if he was going
to play the lottery.  "Gonna be 18 million they say."  Danny thought
about what he could do if he had all the money he wanted, the car, the
cruise, college for the kid -- heck, they could have as many kids as they
wanted if they had a million or so a year coming in.

"Yeh, gimme five quick picks for tonight" laying down a bill so wrinkled
and torn you could hardly tell which president it was.  He asked Harry
for a cup of ice to go with the coke and neatly folded the unsigned
ticket into his wallet to await the drawing later tonight.

Coming out of Harry's he saw Tony from across the street.  When Tony's
family had moved into the neighborhood they  were the only family on the
block that wasn't Irish.  He and Danny had been in 8th grade together,
but the nuns kept him back a year and when he graduated a year later he
ended up going to the vocational school to learn auto mechanics.  Now he
was working in his dad's garage.

"Wassup man, how's Cheryl?  How come she let you off the leash?"  "She's
OK," Danny replied "baby's due next month."  "Yeh, I saw her at mass a
couple of weeks ago and she was as big as a house.  I bet when you try to
do it your dick can't even find the hole, man."

"Hey, fuck you, Tony.  I bet you ain't even fucking getting any." Danny
shot back.  "Fuck it, man" said Tony "Whaddya say we cruise around a
little, maybe pick up some chicks?"

"Nah, I gotta get back before too late."

"Whaddya pussy, man?  Let's go.  You got the wheels I got the deals" Tony
always was a big talker. Before he knew it, Danny had let himself get
talked into heading for the strip along the beach where all the hot dog
joints and arcades drew a steady stream of cruising cars and Hell's
Angels wannabes with big tattoos and loud motorcycles.

They drove up and down the strip, Tony hanging out the window trolling his
oily charm at every pair of unattached females in sight while Danny kept
his eyes on the firefly brake lights of the creeping cruisers.

Swerving into a still warm parking space, they stopped for fried clams
and beer and remembered a hundred other summer nights that flowed one
into the other, like the endless possibilities of youth that flowed
from their brains right down to their dicks demanding some reward beyond
the familiar fingers they almost always settled for.

The beer made them both have to piss and they headed off over the sand
beyond the pale of the streetlights until they were below the flush line
of the tide.  They unzipped and directed their swollen streams onto the
still wet sand.

"How's your cousin?" Tony asked as they milked the last hot drops from
their liberated dicks.  "Who, Brian?" Danny said "OK, I guess."  "Man,
they sure ran his faggot ass out of town." Tony leered.  Danny was
embarrassed that his cousin Brian had been sent to live with his aunt
after he got caught molesting some of the younger boys in his scout
troop.  "Too bad he wasn't still around" said Tony, stroking his cock
long after all the piss had been shaken out.  "I would have let him try
sucking a man-sized cock for a change.  Shit, man, I gotta get me some
tonight or else.  Whaddya say we hit the zone and pick up some hookers?"

"I dunno, Tony.  I gotta get home."

"C'mon, man, it's on the way home almost, or can't you get it up
anymore?  Shit, you married dudes are all pussy whipped."

"Hey, fuck you, dickhead.  I got somethin hard you can have right now you
guinea faggot."

Suddenly Danny wondered if Tony thought he was gay like his cousin.
Everybody knowing that Brian sucked cock put Danny on the spot.  He
wondered if anybody suspected what Fr. Sullivan had done to him two years
ago on another hot Saturday in August.

"OK, asshole, let's go."  Dan said as he made a U-turn on the strip and
headed for the zone.  Everybody knew the zone was where all the
prostitutes hung out.  Every once in a while the eleven o'clock news on
one or another channel would run a story on the problem of prostitution
spilling over into nearby residential areas.  It was better than paid
advertising because every time they ran a story everybody knew where to
go when they wanted a whore.  Even Danny had cruised through the zone
before he got married, but he had never had the nerve to try going with
one.

It didn't take long to get there and soon Tony was into his trolling act
again.  But every chick they slowed down for turned away or gave them the
finger.  "Jesus, Tony.  Some stud you are.  You can't even fucking pick
up a whore."

"Go straight here, asshole.  Big Tony's never struck out yet."  Dan
followed Tony's directions as they went left and right down one block and
then another.  "Where the fuck are we goin for chrissakes?  I don't see
no chicks down here."

And then they saw her, walking towards them.  She didn't look like a
hooker, but her eyes followed them as they came alongside and Tony leaned
out the window with his patented "Hey baybee" catcall.  She smiled sexily
at them but kept on walking and then turned the corner.

"Go round the block - quick!" Tony ordered.  Danny went right at the
corner, caught the light, and went right and right again onto the
darkened side street off the avenue.  There she was standing in the
doorway of a darkened office building.  Danny pulled over to a space at
the curb and the girl came over and leaned in the window.

"Hi, whatcha lookin for tonight?" to which Tony replied "We need to get
laid."  "Sorry, fellas, I only do blow jobs."  "OK, how much then?" Tony
asked.  "Twenty bucks -- each" she said as she got in the back seat.

She said her name was Michelle and she told Danny which streets to go
down until they came to an alley behind some buildings.  "I'm first" Tony
said as he climbed over into the back seat and handed her a twenty out of
his wallet.

Danny watched as Michelle leaned over and looked closely at Tony's cock.
He had seen him in the locker room at school and knew he was big, but
this was the first time he had ever seen it hard and it was huge.
Danny's own six inches began to get painfully cramped in his tight jeans
as he twisted himself around on the front seat to watch Michelle's head
bob up and down on Tony's shaft.

"Oh shit, she's good dude." Tony moaned "yah baby, keep it up" as she
jerked her head up and down in his lap.  Danny could see how far it went
in and wondered what the trick was.  Was it going down her throat he
wondered, or did it just look that way.  Soon Tony's butt was lifting off
the seat as he rammed it home and sprayed his hot cum into the still
suctioning mouth.  He collapsed back in the seat as Michelle opened the
door and dribbled the white stringy fluid into the gutter.

Tony stuffed his still swollen cock back into his pants and slid over to
make room for Danny on the back seat with Michelle between them.  "OK"
she said, "Let's see the money" as Danny struggled to free his painfully
hard dick from the fly of his briefs.  He handed her the bill and she
leaned over and looked at his penis and said "Nice one, baby.  I'm gonna
suck you like you've never been sucked before." which suddenly recalled
to Danny's thoughts the only other blow jobs he'd ever gotten.  Cheryl
would never do it because she said it was dirty.

He began to think about the time with his cousin, Brian.  Too bad Brian
had been sent away, Danny thought.  He'd almost be willing to let the kid
blow him again if he wanted.  But then he thought of the other hungry
mouths that had swallowed his mindless meat and he shuddered a little at
the shame of it all.

"Hey!  What the fuck?" Michelle snapped, pulling her head up for air.
Tony had slipped down off the seat and was behind the girl sliding his
hands up beneath her dress.  "Hold her down, man.  I'm going to fuck her"
Tony ordered.

Michelle began to struggle but she was not strong enough to get out from
under the heavy body that pressed her stomach into Danny's knees.
Suddenly Tony swore as his hand reached between her legs.  "Fuck!  This
is no chick.  She's a fucking fag."

Danny had heard of guys dressing up in girls clothes but he couldn't
believe that "Michelle" wasn't a girl.  He held the head pinioned between
his legs, his cock no longer in a sucking hole but poking hard in the
face of the struggling boy, for that's what he was, maybe 17 at the
most.  Tony ripped away the silken panties that covered a shriveled cock
and tiny balls.

"Fuck with Tony and you'll really get fucked, faggot!" he snarled as he
pressed the head of his dick against the wriggling bottom.  "Fuck, man,
she's dry as a fucking bone." and he dribbled a glob of spit into his
palm and smeared it around the tip of his dick and forced it into the
clamped shut hole in the bottom of the struggling whore.

Danny was getting hard again as the head in his lap butted against his
balls with every plunging stroke of Tony's hard pole.  It didn't take
Tony long to get the rhythm and the upended piece of meat he was driving
into no longer resisted, but accepted him as if they were meant to be
this way together.

Grunting like a madman, holding onto the slim waist with both hands, Tony
exhaled "Oh fuck Oh Fuck Oh FUCK!" and squirted a load as hot and fast if
not as great, as the one that preceded it.

Pulling out, he wiped his cock on the silky material thrown up over the
naked rump of the now still boy and said "Hurry up, man.  It's your turn."
Danny was surprised to find himself ready to go and wasted no time
sliding his six inch shaft into the well lubricated opening between the
skinny, pale cheeks.  He pictured himself, not in a dark alley with a sad
little sissy, but bending over the manly butt of Fr. Sullivan, ramming it
home, his dick doubling in size with every stroke until the pervert
howled in the pain he so richly deserved.  "Take that, you fucker" Danny
howled as he rammed himself home in the now almost limp form.  Tony was
trying to force his shit-covered cock between unwilling lips on the other
end as Danny gave a great lurch and shot great gallons of jism into the
hot, loose hole.  Pulling out at the last moment he soiled the already
shit-smeared dress with the last of his come and slumped back on the
floor against the front seat.

"Gimme the money you fucking freak" Tony menaced with his fist in the
whimpering face.  The pathetic creature did not protest but handed back
the two twenties and was pushed from the car to land on one knee in the
puddled pavement of the rat crawling, garbage strewn alley.

Hopping in front the two, now sated cocks men pulled away down the alley
and made their way back through twisting dark streets to pick up the
avenue and head for home.

"Hey, drop me off at Linda's, OK?"  Danny wondered what Tony had in mind
for his girlfriend, Linda, or was he just trying to show what a stud he
was by going for a third time.  It occurred to him that Tony needed to
remind Danny that he wasn't gay.  And what about me, Danny thought.
Maybe he shouldn't have married Cheryl after all.  He thought about what
it would be like to feel Tony's big cock in his ass, but quickly pushed
that down and out.  If there was any ass fucking to do, he was going to
be the one on top.  He knew that for sure.

Shit, Cheryl's going to kill me he thought as he looked at the time.
Then he realized if he hung out in the Square for another hour or so, the
morning papers would hit the newsstand and he could see what happened
with the lottery.  Damn, he thought, if he could hit the lottery he could
pay for a high class call girl whenever he wanted, and fuck her in the
ass to boot.  Hell, he could even buy a boy if he wanted, and his
thoughts turned back to his cousin, Brian.

Danny liked to hit the bookstores in the Square and soon he found himself
in the aisle where the sign said "Gay Studies".  He made like he was
interested in the shelf below that had all sorts of sociology books and
waited until nobody else was in the aisle before he began to thumb
through some of the books, reading about what it was like to be gay.
After a while, he didn't pay any attention to whether anybody could see
him or not.  Nobody else from the neighborhood ever came into these
bookstores anyway.

He started to get turned on reading about other guys' homosexual
experiences and wondered if maybe he was bisexual.  He could never tell
Cheryl about this, he thought, but maybe, some day, he would have a talk
with Brian.  The kid was still young and maybe he would straighten out if
he met the right girl.  Danny felt it was his duty to get the kid on the
right track.  Or was that really what he wanted?  He began to think about
that time at Thanksgiving and wondered what Brian had really done that
had gotten him kicked out of scouts.

The papers would be in by now and he started towards the newsstand when
he felt the first big drops that warned of an approaching shower.
Beating the worst of it back to his car he swung round through the Square
and pulled up next to the newsstand and gave the guy on the corner the
money for the paper.

Some asshole beeped at him to keep moving so he pulled away from the curb
into the pounding rain and headed up the Avenue through the late-night
flashing yellow lights towards home.

But he couldn't wait any longer to find out.  He pulled over under a
street light and shut off the wipers and the engine.  Taking the lottery
ticket out of his wallet and setting it carefully on the dashboard, he
checked the index to see what page the lottery was on.  The ugly yellow
street lights were enough to read by as Danny flipped the pages looking
for the numbers.  But he stopped and began to flip back to what his brain
had registered a few pages back -- priest -- St. Joseph's  -- AIDS.

There it was, in the lower right with a headline that seared itself into
his soul.  Fr. William Sullivan of St. Joseph's parish.  Dead. Of AIDS.
Danny struggled to read the paragraphs of small type, but the rain, or
maybe the tears that welled up in his eyes, made it all a blur.

His body began to shake as he sobbed uncontrollably, like a little boy,
lost at the mall, crying for his mother.  He wanted his mother now.  Oh
God, he thought, I'm dead.  He would have to kill himself before anybody
found out.  An accident. He would crash the car into a tree.  It was the
rain they would say.  The road was wet.  It was an accident.  His mother
would never know.

The rain was like a herd of hissing snakes streaming across the
windshield and he was trapped beneath the sea.  He could drown himself.
Should he leave a note, he wondered.  No, it mustn't be suicide.  That
would kill his mother.

The baby.  He froze, stiffening his trembling body.  What if the baby had
it.  And Cheryl.  He knew then that there was not enough rain in Heaven,
or tears in his soul to wash this sin away.

The unfolded lottery ticket sat on the dash, painted with the moving
shadows of the rain streaking across the curved glass.  He had won the
lottery and he didn't even know he'd bought a ticket.

The end