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This Story deals with Male to Male sex if that offends you leave now The Lottery by Maddog I had purchased my normal ticket, 5 plays, Computer pick, Cash out, in the Big Game Lottery, (12 States are in it) to my total amazement, I was a single winner of the 120 million prize. The drawing was on Friday Jan. 6th 1995 and by late Monday afternoon I had 60 million in cold cash to play with. First thing I did was quit my job, and plan a vacation to the sunny South, I hate the cold weather, I rented a large Condo on South Beach in Florida, to soak up so sun and have some good times. By the time I was settled in the shock was starting to wear off, I realized I had more money than I could spend, and wanted to find someone to share it with me. This is not the type of a problem that is easy to solve. Most of the great looking guys I had met at the bars and clubs and along the beach were nice and very attractive, but they all wanted one thing money. I had hired several escorts and was attracted to a couple of them, but I was sure they were after money and not me. The condo had come equipped with a staff and they were a nice young good looking men more than eager to please, the cook, grounds-man, butler, and chauffeur, were all very kind and attentive, but still I felt it was just for the money not me. As time passed I had replaced them several times, I was now looking for a new grounds/handy man and was doing interviews. I had met with about seventeen of them and was getting tired. Only one more appointment for the day and I could relax and go out the evening. At 5pm sharp the Butler let in number eighteen for the day. His name was Alec, he was 20 years old, had been doing yard and general maintenance works since he was 16, and to support himself and he had no family. He was 6' 2” tall, long blond hair, blue eyes, and quite muscular. He had heard about the opening through a friend and did not know what it amounted to. We talked for almost two hours, I found him delightful to listen too, and asked him if we could continue the interview over dinner. He agreed we went to a nice quite restaurant and sat in a booth for two and continued the interview. He explained he liked to work alone and long hours did not bother him; he felt most people wanted him for his looks and not him. This puzzled me, but as the night drew to a close I hired him and asked when he could start. Right away if it is OK he said, we came to an agreement on his wages and I said I would explain his duties tomorrow. 9:00A.M. the next morning he shows up to work, he is dressed in a white tank top and tight faded blue jeans. I now know why he feels people are not interested in him but his body, he is built 48” chest, 30” waist, long powerful legs and arms rippling with muscles, and when he smiles he lights the whole area up. We talk as he works and I find he has taken several night classes after he graduated from high school, and is interested in designing houses. I explain to him I would love to see some of this work. The next day he brings some in and I like them and ask if he would like to design a house for me, something unusual but attractive, he quietly asks how large a home and how much was I interested in spending, 4 or 5 million I say and he is speechless. I am worried this might change our feelings as he now realizes I am worth quite a lot of money. This does not seem to bother him at all, and he starts drawing each and every night after work and brings the plans in the next day, I ask him if he would like to move in with me and I would set up a couple rooms for him to live and draw in, he agrees. We go shopping for his equipment and furniture and he moves in the next day. He continues to do the yard work and at night draws. We are becoming closer, more like friends than worker and boss. After one long rainy day when he could not do any yard work and had spent most of the day drawing, he asked me in to see his work, I was amazed it was just what I wanted and hugged him and told him so. He started to act real strange and become very distant and I asked what was wrong, he started to cry and said he was happy I liked the drawings and he loved me. I could not believe this was happening here is this young man of my dreams telling me he loved me. I looked into his eyes and kissed him and told him I also loved him and wanted him to hurry and finish the drawings for our house. We moved in two years later, into the house he had designed for us, we bought a little private island just off the Florida coast and have your own beach and, we have been happy ever since, knowing we found love in each other for ourselves and not what the other had. If you liked this story and would like more and would like to read of the sex we have shared let me know. Maddog@i-is.com