Date: Tue, 03 Feb 2004 20:57:33 -0700 From: Joseph Farrin 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. MORE TO FOLLOW