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