Date: Tue, 03 Feb 2004 20:57:33 -0700
From: Joseph Farrin <bigblaise@hotmail.com>
Subject: I WON THE LOTTERY 3
The flight was a morning flight out of Heathrow and arrived in
Phoenix at 6:30 PM Phoenix time. However it was then after
midnight in London, so it was just as tiring as the eastbound
flight had been -- except for the fact that I had to upgrade to
first class to get my fight changed two weeks earlier than I
had reserved.
Jerry met me and drove me home (although I didn't think of it
as home anymore).
"So, Jon, have you figured everything out?
"Roughly and partially. I do know this much. I'm going to
move to an apartment in Phoenix until I know where I want to
settle. I'm going to close up the office and quit my
psychology practice. I've never been really happy doing it
anyway -- it's personally, too confining. I want to live
somewhere and somehow that I will be able to live a much more
open life as a homosexual. I know, deep down, that is what I
really want. I didn't tell him that Kent was a hustler, but I
told him I had spent the last week and a half with a guy and
we really had the hots for each other."
"I envy your being able to do that. At the same time I hope
you're making the right decision. As for my end, I had your
phone reconnected with an unlisted number. And now for some
news about the facts of life -- I talked with the lottery
people again and you can take a 20 yr. incremental payout or a
cash sum. The cash sum route will necessitate coughing up
between 45 and 50 million to the Bureau of Internal Revenue."
"That's not too surprising."
"It's not all bad though. If you invest wisely you could
still end up with 98 million in 20 years. I really recommend
you go that way."
When we got home, I asked Jerry to pull into a liquor store.
I wanted to pick up a bottle of Scotch. "Scotch, what's with
Scotch?" "In England I started smoking and acquired a taste
for Scotch."
Jerry called Liz from my house and said we were home. He
poured himself a Bourbon on the rocks and I poured myself a
Scotch on the rocks. Jerry, as usual, was horny and wanted to
give me a blowjob. With all that he had done for me I could
hardly refuse him -- I just hoped I could shoot as tired as I
was. So, I asked him "Where do you want me?"
"Get naked and get into bed; lie right on the edge. I'll get
us another drink and take my pants off. I can't stay too long
or Liz might get suspicious." I did as he said. He came in
and sat on the floor right next to the bed talking until we
finished our drinks. He got onto his knees, leaned over and
serviced me. I took a while, I'm sure Jerry didn't mind; when
I climaxed he swallowed my load. He moved up and kissed me on
the mouth while he jacked off. He said he'd love to be able
to tuck me in and turn the light off but I'd have to lock the
door after him. We kissed again at the door. I got back into
bed hoping I'd dream about Kent.
A meeting for the lottery payout was scheduled for next
Wednesday in Jerry's office.
I began looking around the house and decided to sell it
furnished or sell the furniture by auction, whatever the
realtor I selected would recommend. I decided I had so few
items I wanted to save, like a set of china and a set of
silver that had belonged to my folks, my clothes, pictures,
paintings and other small items. Thinking ahead, I'd just
haul it to Phoenix in the car, even if it took several trips.
I went back to the convenience store -- Matt and Debbie were on
duty and gave me more hugs and kisses, saying they had been
worried about me. I explained that I'd been out of town and
they were amazed when I told them I thought I'd try a pack of
Kools as I'd started smoking. And, strange as it seems, they
always have the New York Times on their paper racks along with
the Phoenix and local paper so I always bought the Times every
day. Too, I told them the date for the payout and told them I
would be back after it happened, as I wanted to give them each
a gift.
The store was busy but Matt gave me a wink, I walked out, went
home and started reading the Times, including the classifieds.
One in particular caught my attention:
"Young man seeks permanent position as escort and travel
companion to a rich man who travels a lot, including Europe.
Perfectly respectable except on Saturday nights."
It caught my attention -- it was at the same time both
frivolous and serious. I picked up the phone and dialed the
number given in the ad. Luckily, he answered, not an
answering machine. He had a nice voice, not British, but
indicative of a man well educated. He was at least impressed
that I had paid to call long distance from Arizona as he had
been receiving a lot of wierdo responses.
As it turned out his name was Peter Kline, he was 22, living
in Brooklyn, had a good job but didn't like city life. He had
a degree in Business Administration from the University of
Nebraska and had been born in a small farm town in the eastern
part of the state. I decided to be honest and lay it on the
line. I told him I had recently won a lottery and wanted a
gay, which I felt his classified alluded to, as a partner in a
search for a new life -- like owner of a porno bookstore and
arcade -- a gay bar -- a gay vacation, resort hotel.
He responded with, "What did you say your name was" Are you
for real?" I repeated my name and offered to give him ways he
could check on my identity.
"Well, I'll say this for you Jon, you sure as hell are up
front and I am gay. Sounds like you're off on a life's
adventure. Like your ideas, but how about this one -- a boy's
school? That would provide an avenue to get to know a lot of
young boys -- provide a long-term relationship -- get into their
pants -- that sort of thing."
"I like that. Where would we get the students and what would
it be -- "A military school."
For students, we could conduct interviews in LA, SF and NYC --
for example.
A military school, however. suggests rules and regulations;
I'm thinking of a name without either a military or religious
connotation to it. For example: how about `Head Start
Academy' -- I kind of like that one?"
"Gotcha. I like your ideas. I don't want to go to New York
because of a payout on the lottery and some other things.
Could you come to Arizona if I sent you the money by Western
Union? We agreed on where to send the money transfer, and the
date he would come to Arizona and agreed that he would confirm
his exact travel arrangements.
Pete asked me, almost as an afterthought, what kind of a
salary I was thinking about. I told him I really hadn't
decided because it depended somewhat on the guy I engaged but
it was in the upper five-figure range. He told me he was
interested.
After I hung up, I had qualms like -- what if he is as ugly as
sin -- what if he has a cock the size of a cigarette butt?
But, I decided to ignore my doubts and wait and see; it wasn't
too late to cancel out -- except for the cost of the Western
Union money transfer.
The next day, Jerry and I met with the Lottery officials.
They gave me a check and we immediately deposited it in a
separate account in my name at the bank where I worked. Jerry
had scheduled a meeting for me with a brokerage firm rep that
was coming down from Phoenix to meet with me.
The next day it was back to the convenience store when I was
sure the papers would have arrived. It wasn't a busy time of
day for them, so Matt walked out to my car with me again, sat
down and asked where I'd been when I was on vacation, did I
have a good time, and what had I done.
Three customers drove up so Mat popped back into the store
asking me if I could wait a few minutes. When he returned I
told him what I'd done and he asked me if I'd gotten a lot of
pussy on my vacation. I decided to take the step I had always
wanted to make toward him.
"No pussy Matt, but some non-conventional sex."
"Jon, I've wanted to ask you something for a long time but
didn't have the nerve -- I think you're a terrific looking guy.
Are you gay? I've never seen you with a girl and sorta
wondered."
I put the ball back into his court by replying, "Wondering or
hoping?"
He returned the ball immediately. "A little of both, I guess
-- I assume you mean gay sex?"
"Yep, have you ever tried it?"
He had to run back into the store, asking me again to wait a
few minutes.
When he returned for the second time, he picked the
conversation right up and said, "Three or four times with a
friend."
"And did you like it?"
"Yeh, did you?"
"Enough that I've got a hardon talking to you about it."
"Tomorrow's my day off, could we get together?"
He reached over and grabbed my cock through my pants and said
he would like to.
"Do you want me to pick you up here?"
"No, where do you live. I've got a car." We arranged to meet
at 11AM.
I copped a feel of his dick and it seemed to be quite large --
he too had an erection. This was just too fucking good to be
true. I'd wanted to get into Matt's jeans for over a year.
Right on time, he parked on the driveway and rang my doorbell.
He was with another kid and introduced him as Jeff. He sensed
I thought that strange so he gave me a nod signifying
everything was cool. I handed him my car keys with the remote
to open the garage door and told him to put his car in the
garage -- it was a double garage - and I'd meet them at the
back door. When they got in the house I asked how long they
had and they replied until about 9PM.
"Do you guys want to go get some lunch?"
I took them to the country club and asked for the corner table
that had floor to ceiling glass on each side. After we
finished our salads and the food was delivered, they got right
into the subject -- speaking in very low voices. Jeff was
Matt's bud and the one he had been fooling around with. They
were both 19.
Matt was really a cute young stud, very short, crew cut black
hair, brown eyes and even features. His completion was not
dark, more olive I guess. His main attraction was a killer of
a smile, which he flashed often and I couldn't take my eyes
off it when he did. Jeff was tall, taller than me even by a
couple of inches, brown hair, blue eyes and fair complexioned.
He was also a very quiet boy. His mesmerizing feature was his
beautiful mouth. It just had to have been created for the
sole purpose of sucking cock. I couldn't stare at it for too
long or I'd have shot off -- it was that sexy.
Matt asked what I was into and I said that until England I had
been only oral -- passive and active. In England a guy had
fucked me several times.
"The same guy? What was he like? Did he have a big dick?"
I described Kent and his endowment.
"God, he sounds hot."
Jeff volunteered the information that he was oral too, both
active and passive, but Matt had lately been saying he'd like
to try getting fucked. I said I'd never done that and didn't
know if I'd be very good at it. When we were finished and
just waiting for the waitress to bring me back my ticket to
sign, Matt said, "Let's go to the men's room on the way out so
we can scope out each other at the urinals. Yours felt so
fucking big through your pants, yesterday."
Off we went and did what Matt suggested; something that I
would never considered doing a few weeks ago.
Matt had a fat dick almost the size of Kent's but he was cut.
Jeff's was a lot like mine, a skinny tube of flesh and free of
veins, only shorter. I parked in the garage again; we closed
the blinds at the front of the house and those on the windows
that faced the driveway. In the bedroom we started
undressing. I was already erect and when I was down to only
my jockeys, I started to pull them off, and my cock, being
hard, got caught in one of the leg openings. Jeff hollered at
me to pull my jockeys back up.
I didn't know what he was after me to do. I thought maybe he
had heard the doorbell ring, or something. He walked over and
said he wanted to pull my jockeys down. He started and
stopped right were I was when he hollered, jockeys part way
off and my erection trapped and exposed in the leg opening. I
was hard as hell and my dick was pushing against the top of
the leg opening.
"Jeeesus, Matt, look at Jon's big, fucking cock; it's the
longest one I've ever seen!" I felt a little embarrassed with
both of those young boys, kneeling in front of me with my cock
caught in the leg opening of my jockeys as well as by their
words of praise.
Things started with kissing, pinching nipples, caressing and
feeling each other's cocks. Then, Matt announces that he was
clean, he'd taken an enema and the lunch hadn't had time to be
digested as yet. I was reluctant, but had brought some
condoms home from England in the event I went looking to get
fucked myself. He kept pleading with me until I gave in to
him. Jeff got into the act and held my balls as I fucked ass
for my very first time. I shot off in the rubber, pulled out
and Jeff sucked Matt to climax.
Jeff was the only one that hadn't cum; Matt told me to go down
on him. Jeff's load was enormous and his cum was the sweetest
I had ever tasted; typical for teens I guessed. They asked if
I had any beer; I did in the fridge for guests that drank only
beer. We sat around naked, looking at porn on my computer,
grabbing each other's dicks when we got the urge. The winter
day ended early as far as daylight was concerned; we pulled
down all the blinds, closed the drapes and went into the
bedroom at the rear of the house and continued to ignore the
telephone when it rang. Before they left, we had another hot
round of sex and agreed to another get together at the same
time, one week from today.
The next day Pete was to arrive in Phoenix, rent a car and
drive on down. He called when he arrived in Phoenix and I
appreciated that. He called again from the rental car agency
and said the girl at the desk told him it would be
approximately a three-hour drive. I appreciated his calls.
They seemed to indicate he was conscientious, stayed on top of
things and that he was considerate of other people. On
arrival, I asked him if he wanted lunch, but he declined, so I
lit a fire in the fireplace and we settled down with a couple
of beers. I couldn't keep my eyes off him; he was about the
same size as I was, blonde, blue eyed, and handsome but at the
same time instant erection cute.
"Jon, ever since we talked on the phone, my mind just hasn't
stopped turning over all the possibilities open to us. I hope
you like the school idea. I think it is the best of all the
others we threw out to discuss -- it almost guarantees young
boys. But, we need to proceed carefully on the gay aspect --
we don't want to put our foot in a bear trap before we even
get a good start. We can use our gaydar in interviews but
from there, we'll just have to hope for the best."
"I agree with that and I've been thinking about it too and
have come up with some steps that will have to be taken in a
logical order before we can do interviews -- like, where will
the school be located -- buying some property -- getting a
facility constructed, for example. We just can't conduct
interviews, select a bunch of kids and then ask them to cool
their heels for six months or a year."
"Good point. On location I have some ideas -- it should be,
not necessarily secluded, but certainly not in a city, so I
think it points to a rural area that's kind of off the beaten
path -- my best friend at the university is now an architect,
working for a firm in Omaha. If you have no one in mind I'd
like for us to talk with him about building a facility -- but
that's still jumping the gun. When you think about it, you
have to make at least one very basic decision before we do
anything and that is: How many students are we talking
about?"
"That is a very good point and I'll have to thing about it."
Pete said he'd like to shower, so I told him I was going to
pop down to the bank and I'd be right back. At the bank I
purchased two cashier's checks, each in the amount of $20,000
-- one for Matt and the other for Debbie. Fifteen minutes
after I got home the phone rang. It was Matt asking if he and
Jeff could come over tonight. I told him I had company, but
he was gay too, how about we take them to dinner at the
country club. The boys had a couple of beers each before we
left the house. This time, I asked if all the private rooms
were reserved, they weren't and that's where we were seated,
ordered steaks and highballs for Pete and myself. The boys
were dying for a beer, but I told them they'd have to wait
until we got home for that.
"Matt, you may want a beer but, at least, I have a consolation
prize for you", handing him an envelope -- when he opened it
and found the check he was stunned but ran around the table,
gave me a big kiss and said, "Jon, you really didn't have to
do that. I never expected it -- hell all I did was sell you
the winning ticket."
"Well, don't mention it to Debbie. I'll drop by to get
another paper tomorrow and give her one, too." Matt said
Debbie would go wild. She was divorced, had a small child and
could really use it. That made my feel good feel real good
about sharing with them.
Dinner was slow and Pete and I managed a second highball
before the salads were served.
Pete wanted to buy a round, so between the salad and the
steaks we had another, which we really didn't need. When Matt
asked if I'd decided on what I was going to do I opened up and
told him, saying Pete was a part of the plan.
Matt was wild with enthusiasm and started bombarding us with
questions, most of which we didn't, as yet, have answers for.
Then, to my surprise, he asked if he and Jeff could be
included in the plans. I looked at Pete; he looked at me. I
answered, sure, why not. Back home, we were kissing and
hugging as soon as I closed and locked the door. Pete
boosted up the fire and put more logs on, as I went to the
kitchen to mix drinks and grab some beers, then detour to the
bathroom. By the time I returned to the Living Room the three
of them were practically undressed. We sat on the carpet in
front of the hearth, totally naked, displaying our erections.
Pete's was magnificent. Hung heavy and fat, topped with a huge
cockhead, he was just a little shy of being a donkey dong. It
was near 11 o'clock before the boys left and everyone was as
the saying goes "fucked out". Pete helped me turn off the
lights but didn't ask about sleeping arrangement -- he just
followed me to my Bedroom and helped me take off the bedspread
and pull the covers down. Our clothes were still draped over
the chairs in the Living Room and we climbed in naked.
Pete was on his side and threw an arm over my chest saying,
"I'm sorry, Jon, I'm too drained to take care of you and I
feel that I should have."
"I don't know why, you seemed to have fun with the boys and I
did, too. Tomorrow's another day." Another day came too
early. At 8 o'clock, Jeff and Matt rang the doorbell. I was
so stupidly tired, I actually answered the door naked and with
a piss hard-on. Jeff grabbed it and said, "Too bad you're
going to piss that down the toilet, but I'll take care of it
later. Now go back to bed and we'll make coffee and fix
breakfast."
After breakfast in bed, Pete got immediately into plans for
the boys' school suggesting that we not start off with too
many boys because there were problems - we would need
qualified, accredited teachers, dorms, classrooms, gyms,
offices and whole ton of stuff. You'd have thought he had laid
awake all night thinking about it the way he was so organized.
"Jon, do you have an atlas?" After I found one on the
bookshelves, he opened it to Nebraska and pointed out a
location on US Hwy 6, west of McCook and to a couple of lakes
south of a small dot on Hwy 6 called Imperial; he explained
this was a nice area, semi-remote but to buy a big chuck of
land would be prohibitive.
He then had us look at Nebraska Hwy 71, south of Scottsbluff.
He said he liked it the best, the land was ranch land and not
out of line, thinking we should buy a minimum of one square
mile. He thought it better because Scottsbluff had air
service and Hwy 71 linked to I-76 at Ft. Morgan, Colorado and
hence on into Denver.
"You know Jon, we need some isolation. This area I've been
talking about may not seem too desolate to you, Matt and Jeff,
being you live in a desert region.
And, if we recruit boys from California, that doesn't men
they'll have been born and raised there. As I see it, we'll
probably pick up a lot of kids that are runaways, drifted to
California, and are pimping themselves on the streets. They
might or might not find the area desolate. Then, too, we
can't cage them up. At least twice a month we've got to take
them by our own bus, or some kind of tour bus and take them to
a large metro area -- for which Denver classifies.
Matt, then, asks Pete a question, "When do you have to go back
to New York, Pete?"
"I don't. When I moved there I sold my car, I lived in a
small, furnished apartment, packed my clothes and sent them to
my parent's house with instructions to forward them when I
knew where I was settled. I was so intrigued with Jon's
proposal that I also quit my job."
"Jeez, you took a risk. Jon could have been a 80 year old,
ugly SOB."
"You're right and I could have been the ugly one, too. We
both took a chance and fortunately we both won. And, since
you introduced the subject, you and Jeff are real frosting on
the cake. Right now, I'm happier than I have ever been in my
life."
"Well, with that I think it's time for a break -- how about a
sex break -- anyone interested in that."
"Only if you and Jeff go somewhere and entertain each other.
I've been here almost 24 hours and I have yet to get into
Jon's pants and just looking at him is driving me crazy."
Pete led me to my Bedroom, undressed me and, for the first
time since Kent had screwed me in London, he threw a fuck into
me with his donkey dick that was so fucking good that I damn
near levitated off the bed, even with his cock in my ass and
my legs locked around his body. For a minute, I thought I'd
died and gone to Heaven.
Nobody wanted to fly to Denver and then rent a car. Everyone
wanted to go by car and leave immediately after we could pack
some clothes. At Flagstaff, AZ, Los Vegas, NM and Denver,
where we stopped for a few days recuperation, we all become
very close, very attached to each other; we were a good
foursome -- even if we didn't play Bridge. Jeff and I seemed
to gravitate toward each other when it came time to go to bed.
The same happened with Pete and Matt. Matt was getting his
ass filled with Pete's big cock and Jeff and I couldn't seem
to get enough of 69ing before we dropped off to sleep. But,
that is not to say that Pete neglected me, either. What a
fantastic, fucking cock he had.
I was really happy with the group and had never dreamed that
winter nights could be so filled with warmth and love,
eventhough they were spent in motel rooms. And, it was
amazing that, in such a short time, how like-minded we became.
When we looked at the lake site near Imperial, none of us
liked it because we didn't think it was suitable.
Likewise, the region south of Scottsbluff didn't appeal to us
at first, but after we had contacted a realtor and he had
shown us a few sites, the area began to grow on us. The vast
emptiness of the area, the sweeping vistas -- always dominated
by a blue sky, the solitude, the cold temperatures under sunny
skies, the quietness and the sense of what it must have been
for the first settlers to face the challenge of establishing a
small semblance of civilization began to make us, too, rise to
our challenge. As a result, we were able to assemble a 1,920-
acre (4 square miles) site in an L shaped parcel. The house
and farm buildings were located half a mile off the nearest,
major farm room on a side road that ended at the house. It
couldn't have been better for our purpose.
Pete called his friend in Omaha that was the young architect
and we cooled our heels for a day until he arrived at the
airport. Clyde Morgan turned out to be a very practical young
man and by the end of our first meeting I had complete
confidence in him. The school we agreed on was to be a
campus style complex, with a central square centered around a
grove of existing trees at the north side of the house,
probably planted, originally, as a wind break.
Clyde said that extras to his fee would be necessary because
soil tests would have to be taken as well as an exploratory
hole drilled to ascertain that water was available in
sufficient quantities for a small school complex. He also
said that the more functions we could fit in as few buildings
as possible, the less expensive it would be. He then asked if
we wanted to save any of the existing structures like the
house and the barn. We told him we'd get back to him on that
one. He took a lot of pictures and said he'd have duplicates
made and send them to Arizona for us to remember the details
of the place.
After he left, we went back out to the property, got out of
the car, Matt and Pete wandering off in one direction and Jeff
and I in another. Away from the farm buildings, Jeff stepped
behind me and wrapped his arm around me. It was an unusually
warm day for the time of year. He kissed me on the back of the
neck; I turned and kissed him back. We began feeling each
other's crotches and ended up taking turns going down on each
other. It was an unusual experience for me, sucking the
beautiful dick of a handsome 19 year old, out in the open, in
plain site of anyone who wanted to look but there was no one
to look.
When we assembled back at the farm, we immediately took off
for Denver. The boys kept chatting back and forth about how
they couldn't believe how much we had accomplished in such a
short time and telling us how excited they were about the
project and how happy they were being with Pete and me. Pete
and I told them how happy we were, too. The boys were right.
We had made a terrific start toward the Head start Academy.
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