What Will You Do With The Money?

The narrator, a gay virgin wins the Lottery and describes the reactions of three people to his new-found wealth. The straight best friend, who always has a girlfriend, the married neighbour who enjoys noisy marital sex and the young gardener, all show varying reactions to his money.

The novel describes in intimate detail how the narrator loses his virginity. Now that he is wealthy, sex suddenly seems readily available, whereas it wasn't before! But people are always asking him what he will do with the money!

I was shy and more or less a virgin. I'd tried girlfriends half-heartedly. Two girls, Mary and Helen, I'd gone to bed with but had not succeeded in getting it up successfully for long enough. I found my early boyhood attraction to males had increased as I went into adulthood. But I was not successful at that either! The males I fancied from school onwards had been straight, with no reciprocal attention back from them. So, sex was confined to masturbation about males that I fancied and the odd fumble in the cinema with men who wanted to feel me and me to feel them.

At this time there were three straight men that I fancied. One was the young lad who did the gardening for the landlord. He was nineteen, fit and handsome. Fair, blond hair, blue eyes, nice, slightly developed muscles and smooth, tanned skin. A hunk to die for and the subject of many a wank. Working nights, as I did, I saw him when he came to do the garden once a week.

The next man I fancied was the married man from the flat next door. I knew he was happily married, from the rhythmic rocking in the early mornings when I came home from work. Most mornings he would be fucking his attractive wife while I got ready for my sleep. He was a noisy lover. The bed creaked and thumped against the wall manfully. He seemed to like an early morning bonk and probably one before sleep too, but I was usually out for work at that time.

My third fancy was my best friend John. Ever since school I had only had one male friend at a time, and they had always been straight and attractive. John was dark-haired, my age and had had a succession of girlfriends while I had known him. He shaved his rather cute, pale face closely, otherwise he would probably have had the wild look of a pirate. His hair was shaggy and unkempt.

Extract:

Very gently I put the vibrator down on the table next to the light which he had left on. Tentatively I put my fingers to his neck. It was quite petite, and his skin was silky smooth like the material of his dressing gown. He didn't stir. I ran my fingertip over his chin which was also smooth as silk. His lips were delicately soft and the urge to kiss them was irresistible. I leaned in and softly put my lips to his. He gave a little sigh as if it was his wife kissing his sleeping mouth.

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