Lucky Mr. Peters
Chapter 1
I had never been extremely wealthy, but having worked most of my life and being on my own I had little problems making ends meet. Unfortunately, when I got to my late forties I experienced some major health problems. After a minor heart attack in February one year I got first price early the next August, suffering a cardiac arrest in the ambulance on my way to hospital. As I still didn't feel quite right in December, my cardiologist ordered some tests to be done early January and then the big blow came. A week and a half later I was in the ICU, recovering from a double bypass operation. Can you just imagine, I wasn't 50 yet and already I had this zipper like scar on my chest? From there on out I knew I would probably be on disability for the rest of my life, no company in its right mind would ever hire someone who had gone through what had just happened to me.
And then I just went through my everyday motions, taking my medication every morning and evening, just living one day at a time. To tell you the truth, my life was pretty boring, friends coming over and me visiting them, those were the main distractions. The relationship with my brother and sister had been pretty much non-existent after my parents had passed away. Somehow, they just couldn't get their heads around my attraction to younger boys and I got tired of fighting them over it.
And with that, we're breaching a whole new subject. From an early age, I knew that I liked boys far more than girls. I fantasized about how I could make my bed fly, swoop down and kidnap a famous boy singer and have him all to myself. At that time, there was no sexual aspect involved yet, just the overwhelming urge to be as close to him as I could. I do think I humped my pillow, but it wasn't really a conscious act, that came later, after I hit puberty.
Compared to this day and age, the seventies were quite different. Even though I knew I liked boys I sure wasn't going to tell anyone. One of my uncles was openly gay, but he had emigrated to the US and was living in New York. I never thought about asking my parents if I could give him a call to talk about how I was feeling. My first 'real' experience came during a summer vacation to Poland, when I was 15. Jacek was 16 and I had a crush on him from the very first time I laid eyes on him. We only horsed around for one night, but I will probably remember it until the day I die. I suppose most of us remember their first time.
Then I turned 18, left school and left the closet. I assumed I was gay and even though some of the boys I fancied were in the 10 to 12-year age range, it didn't bother me much. I was set loose in the world and if you knew Amsterdam in the early 80's, you'll know it was a wild and crazy time. I had sex, a few boyfriends, but the relationships never panned out to much. As the years went on I noted that the attraction age never caught up, at times I think some of the boys could even have been 8 or 9.
But now we have to get back to more recent events. As I said, my life was quite dull and I just took it one day at a time. Like most people I had my dreams and fantasies, ups and downs and that was about it. I had few indulgences, but one of them was playing in a few lotteries, even though I knew the chance of winning anything substantial was a couple of million to one. And then one Saturday morning, my life turned upside down. I was checking the numbers of Friday evening’s draw and noticing that the jackpot had reverted to its normal starting point of 10 million. One or more persons had gotten lucky last night and won that 72 million jackpot, I thought to myself.
This of course is where the story becomes a little bit predictable. Yes, I won and I was the only winner. Of course, I was over the moon, but so was the government, they were going to take 29%, which amounted to close to 21 million. Of course, I called a couple of good friends and even though the money hadn't come in yet, we did celebrate my good fortune that evening. This led me to waking up Sunday morning with a huge hangover.
During that day, I decided that I wanted to at least have one of my dreams come true: Living in my own villa in Marbella, Spain. Where did that come from? Well, I'm an Amsterdam city boy, born and bred, but I had visited a friend who was living in Malaga and I enjoyed the laid-back lifestyle I encountered there. Marbella was just the beach resort for the rich and famous near Malaga and even though I'm not famous, the lottery winnings sure did make me rich. There was of course another good reason for moving to Spain, the tax climate would be a lot better than the one in my home country.
A little under two months later I was on my way to Spain to look at some properties that had been suggested to me by a local real estate agent. I had booked a suite at a hotel near the agent's office and I was really looking forward to it. Arriving late on a Sunday afternoon I checked in at the hotel and after some unpacking I went down to the hotel restaurant as I was getting hungry.
The restaurant wasn't too busy, but there were a few people around. As I was being brought to my table I scanned the room only to find that there were only two boys there and both were way to chubby for my liking. For some odd reason, I like skinny or slightly muscular boys, maybe it's because I'm quite skinny myself, but chubby just doesn't do it for me. My waiter was friendly, but being in his mid-twenties and hairy as hell, there was no attraction of any kind there.
After dinner, I went into the bar area and had a couple of cerveza's (that's Spanish for beer) before heading up to my suite. I had seen some nice boys when I was at Schiphol and then a really cute one on the plane, probably 10 or 11 years old. With the images still fresh in my mind I jacked off in the shower before going to bed for a good night's sleep.
At 7 a.m. the phone on the nightstand began to ring as I had requested a wakeup call. I had never been a morning person, so after grumpily saying thank you into the handset, I got up to put on the coffee machine in the kitchenette that was part of the suite. I went into the shower and quickly got done with my morning routine, including swallowing my normal bunch of pills. After downing my cup of coffee, I went to the restaurant again to find out about breakfast.
The two chubby boys were there again with their parents but no other youths. It's going to be one of those days, I thought to myself, what on earth would I fantasize about before going to bed this evening? That was until, what I thought of as the cleanup crew, came in. A boy and a girl, maybe fifteen or sixteen, probably making minimum wages and having little to no chance of augmenting that with any tips.
The girl of course didn't interest me in the least, but the boy was absolutely stunning. He had this olive tan complexion that is common to a lot of Spanish boys, but what got me most excited was his really skinny butt. I had been about to go back up to my suite, but at that sight decided that another cup of coffee wouldn't do me any harm.
I watched their routine as I saw the girl clearing the tables and the boy then cleaning them thoroughly. The restaurant had emptied out and all but my table had been cleared and cleaned. After having watched the boy for a while the little head in between my legs had decided to do things his way and I had developed quite a boner. I was a bit embarrassed, so when the girl came to my table and asked if I'd finished I guess I'd gained some face coloration. I just nodded and she took away my remaining empty coffee cup. The boy immediately began his task of cleaning the table and at that moment I decided I should just take the chance. I quickly got up with clearly tenting crotch, thanked the boy, stuffing a €50 bill into his only empty hand and quickly making my escape out of the restaurant and into the elevator. If he ever did say anything, I didn't hear it.
Back in my suite I noticed it was now 9:15, so I had another 45 minutes before I had to meet up with the agent at his office. After a quick wank in the bathroom, cleaning up and refreshing, it was time for me to go and find the agent.
It was 9:58 when I entered the office and was greeted by the estate agent. He told me he had set up two viewings before and two more after lunch. One of the early viewings had been a favorite of mine as I had checked out the offerings online before I left for Spain. As I had thought, the villa was perfect, it was located at the end of a private road and the garden and pool were secluded with no neighboring villa's being able to look in.
The main floor consisted of an open planned living room / kitchen / dining room, an office space, toilet and a bedroom with adjoining bathroom. The first floor had four bedrooms, each with their own bathroom and one with two walk-in closets. On the lower floor, there were a theater room, a wine cellar, a game room, an exercise room and a laundry room. Outside the main building there was a two-car garage, the aforementioned secluded garden and pool, as well as a splendid open-air barbeque and a whirlpool.
At lunch, I told the agent that he could skip the afternoon viewings, I had made up my mind and there would be little use in going on. As a result, we agreed to meet the lawyer the next day to get the ball rolling on my purchase. The asking price of 3.2 million was fair as it included all the furnishings and equipment, but I insisted there would be no further haggling.
So, after lunch I slowly strolled back to the hotel. I knew I was going to be incredibly busy over the next few days. Meeting with the lawyer, transferring funds, opening a Spanish bank account, registering with the municipality, the list was endless. Thankfully the agent had assured me that his office would do anything to assist me with whatever needed doing. They had better be, I thought to myself, considering the commission they were going to get.
As I entered the hotel lobby I quickly noticed the breakfast cleaning crew boy sitting in one of the loungers. He had changed into flipflops, a pair of white shorts and a white t-shirt, so I assumed that his stint at work had ended. When he saw me, he almost sprang out of the lounger and hurried over to stand before me. He had taken out the €50 bill from one of his pockets and in heavily accented English said: "Hi mister, I think you made a mistake this morning."
Seeing the bill, I looked back up to his face and answered: "No, no mistake. You worked hard this morning and I thought for once you could use a decent tip. I assume you don't get many."
The wide smile appearing on his face was priceless as he stammered, "Thank you."
He then turned around and started towards the exit, putting the bill back into the pocket he had retrieved it from. Of course, I couldn't help myself from once again staring at his deliciously skinny butt and also noticing the hairless legs sticking out from under his shorts. I was so preoccupied that I hardly noticed he had stopped, turned half way around and was flashing me with an almost knowing grin. Next, he was through the sliding doors, went right and was out of my sight. I turned back towards the elevators and knew I would have no problems coming up with a fantasy that evening.
During the afternoon, I did some Skyping on the laptop and sent off a number of WhatsApps on my mobile phone. I also sent an e-mail to my cardiologist asking if he could recommend a good hospital or colleague in the Marbella area that could take over the regular check-ups I needed.
My stomach began to grumble and I noticed it was getting close to dinner time. Even though the meal in the hotel restaurant the day before had been great, I decided to visit one that I had passed earlier that afternoon. The food was quite good, but that was about the only thing of note. A little passed 8 I slowly made my way back to the hotel.
Back in the suite I took a beer from the minibar and sat down on the sofa to relax for a while. I had taken maybe three swigs from my bottle of beer when I heard an ever so light knock on the door. I hadn't ordered room service or anything so I went to the door and opened it, slightly annoyed. I was flabbergasted when I saw the boy from earlier standing there, flashing his grin. He had obviously changed clothes as his t-shirt had a different color and the shorts were definitely tighter than the ones he had worn this afternoon.
"Hi Mr. Peters, it's me, Allejandro, can I come in?" he almost whispered.
TBC