The most thrilling night of my life, Part VII

He smiled back and replied, “Goodnight Collin.”

I could tell just as we drove off that he really wanted me right then and there. But he was smart enough to know that patience was a virtue and most certainly an opportunity would present itself in the near future like probably over the weekend. I mean he knew he had pretty much hooked me and the next move was mine if I really wanted him.

When I got back to my dorm that night, Sean and a bunch of dormies suddenly came out of nowhere and literally surrounded me. Sean put his arm around me with a huge smile on his face and exclaimed, “Ahhhhhhh Collin, you are a stud, guy! Who the hell’s stretch limo was that and where did you go in it?

I just humbly smiled at everyone and replied, “Well it’s a secret guys and when you become a stud like me, maybe I’ll tell you one day”.

Everyone broke out laughing and Sean exclaimed, “Collin my man. Normally I don’t do this. But anyone who can get a ride in a limo in front of a dumpy dorm like this place is, deserves a shot of my very finest tequila.

The gang quickly pulled me into his room whereby Sean broke out his bottle and poured a round for everyone. Then he toasted me when he raised his shot glass and said, “Here’s to Collin everyone, the stud of Rice University,” as we all downed our shots.

When I got to my room that night, I stripped off all my clothes and drank a beer that Sean gave me in the nude. My mind was spinning for I couldn’t understand my feelings for Garrett. On one hand I really liked him. But on the other hand, I just wasn’t sure if he was my type. I mean he was so much older than me and so rich & powerful.

I finally got tired of thinking about it, laid down on my bed and got underneath the covers. But even then, I still couldn’t get him out of my mind until I finally drifted off to sleep.

The following afternoon, I came back to my dorm after class and studied up until the time Joe was supposed to pick me up right at four o’clock. Only this time I asked him if we would pick me up in front of the university’s main entrance because I did want to show off in front of Sean and the rest of my fellow dormies again. I mean once was enough. I didn’t want to rub it in especially over something as insignificant as a ride in a limousine.

The minute Joe pulled up at the school’s main entrance and opened the door for me, right away I noticed the bar in the limo was stocked with two big bottles Crown Royal and two six packs of Coke. Just as I got settled in and we drove off, I asked Joe where the liquor suddenly came from.

Joe looked at me in the review mirror and replied, “I was asked by a company official at Landue Advertising to stock the car with it this afternoon, sir”.

Then he added, “Why don’t you make yourself a drink, sir and relax? We’ll be there in about half an hour”.

Obviously it had to have been Garrett who must have said something about what I drank to an employee at Landue and they then asked Joe to go out and stock my limo with the liquor just in case I wanted a drink, I thought to myself.

As I was helping myself to one just like Joe suggested, he made a call on his cell phone and asked someone on the other end, “We’ll be there in about 30 minutes. Are you ready?”

After a few seconds, Joe then replied, “OK, very well. See you in a bit.”

I didn’t think much about his call at the time because I figured it was probably personal in nature or had something to do with the ranch after we got there. And given I was pre-occupied with helping myself to a drink, I really wasn’t paying much attention to what he was saying anyway.

As we drove towards Galveston, Joe suddenly turned off at the airport exit. At first I thought it was kind of strange we took that particular exit to get to Garrett’s ranch. But I didn’t say anything. I just sat back and enjoyed my drink. However about five minutes later, Joe then made a left turn and appeared to be going right to the airport which of course I recognized the street we were traveling down for I had been on it before. And it went right to the airport and ended. Suddenly he turned onto the airport property only he went around to the other side away from the main passenger terminal buildings.

So finally I asked, “Hey Joe, are you sure this is the way to Mr Ellis’s ranch?”

Joe quickly replied, “We’ll, we’re not going to Mr Ellis’s ranch, sir”.

I gulped and replied as if to ask a question, “We’re not?”

Joe replied, “No sir, we’re not. Mr Ellis ranch is in San Angelo which is about 500 miles out in West Texas. I’m driving you over to the private terminal building”.

All of a sudden, I shook my head and wondered what the hell he was talking about. I asked almost in alarm, “Well, why are we going over there, Joe?”

Suddenly he whipped the limousine around the corner and we approached a gate where a security guard stood. Just as we wizzed by him, Joe waved and the guard waved back. He made a quick right turn in front of the terminal building and right onto the tarmac. Then he replied, “Because you’re flying on Mr Ellis’s private jet out to San Angelo, sir.”

Immediately I said to myself, “What the hell! Tell me he’s kidding--this has got to be a dream of some kind.”

All of a sudden we pulled up to a beautiful Gulf Stream IV that was parked right out on the tarmac just in front of us. I could believe it! I thought I was dreaming for a minute and even pinched myself to make sure I was actually awake. A Gulf Stream was without a doubt the Royal Royce of private jets. It was huge! In fact it was a little larger than half the size of a Boeing 737. When I was little, my dad, brother and I built two model planes of the Gulf Stream. My brother and I would admired them every night hanging from the ceiling of our bedroom before we went to sleep.

I quickly said in excitement although I couldn’t wait to fly in it, “Joe! I didn’t know anything the hell about this---what’s going on here?”

Joe quickly replied, “Oh, I’m sorry sir. I thought Mr Ellis told you”.

I replied, “No, he didn’t. He just asked me if I would come out to his ranch this weekend and to have you pick me up”.

Joe then replied, “Oh, well, I’m really sorry about the confusion, sir,” as he open his door and got out.

The minute Joe came around the car and then opened my door, he popped the trunk, grabbed my luggage and escorted me up the steps of the plane before I could hardly say a word. The pilot was already in his seat looking like he was ready to go while the copilot greeted me at the door. The engines were revved up so I could hardly hear the copilot when he said, “Welcome aboard, sir. Sir, we need to go right away. Mr Ellis wants you out at his ranch in time for cocktail hour followed by a dinner he’s giving this evening,” as Joe handed him my baggage.

Joe yelled at me trying to raise his voice above the roar of the engines just before he walked back down the steps and said, “Have a good trip, sir. I’ll pick you up when you get back on Monday. Again, sorry for the confusion, sir”.

With that, I walked inside the cabin and the copilot quickly closed the door. Right away a steward came up to greet me. He exclaimed with a wide smile on his face, “Hi! You must be Collin. My name is Doug. Welcome abroad, sir. Here, please sit in this seat, sir. This is the best chair on the aircraft”, as he helped me in my luxurious leather recliner and even strapped me in.

No sooner was I secure in my seat when Doug picked up the phone, called up front to cockpit and said, “We’re ready to go!”

Before he could even put the phone down, the pilot revved up the engines even more and we began to taxi out onto the apron. As I looked around the interior, I couldn’t believe just how elegant Garrett’s plane was. Not only did it have beautiful leather recliners scattered throughout the cabin which made first class seating on a commercial aircraft look like toilet seats, but the cabin was also decked out with a choice lounge area, wet bar, two bathrooms, full kitchen and even a small bedroom up front.

The flight out to West Texas was great! On our way up to our cursing altitude of 28,000 ft, Doug fixed me a Crown & Coke. Just after I took a few sips, I looked over only to see him converting one of the leather recliners into a cot by folding it up and then out. After he put a plastic liner and two white sheet over it, I asked what he was doing.

He smiled and replied, “I’m also Mr Ellis’s personal masseuse, sir. He thought you would enjoy a rubdown before your arrival. So he sent me back on the plane from San Angelo to give you one.”

By now nothing shocked me at how first class Garrett did things. So I replied, “Really”?

He smiled and replied back, “Yes sir, just for you, sir.”

Then he went to the back of the aircraft and grabbed all the items he needed to give me the massage with.

Once he collected them, he came forward and asked me to strip down to my underwear. While he neatly folded my clothes over a recliner, I went back to the bathroom, removed my shorts and wrapped a towel around my waist like he had asked. When I came back up-front, he had me lay flat on my stomach across the cot.

The first thing he did was rap a hot steamed towel around my face. The feeling was absolutely incredible! Just as I could feel the hot mist open all my pours, suddenly I felt warm oil being squirted all over my shoulder blades at the same time. Very slowly Doug worked the oil into every inch of my upper body with his very firm and strong hands. I could have let him do that to me forever the feelings was so wonderful. My back and spinal cord were tight anyway from sitting at my desk hunched over studying for the past week and Doug’s massage was just what the doctor had ordered.

After he finished my upper back, he removed the towel from my face and handed me my drink so I could enjoy it while he worked his hands firmly down my mid-section and then to my waist while he kept pouring the warm oil on. Then he worked my legs and gave me an incredible foot massage. Finally he removed the towel from around my waist and poured the hot oil all over my waist and butt cheeks. He worked his hands ever so firmly into my flesh making sure he covered every inch of my lower backside and ass.

He tighten the towel back around my waist and then rolled me over until I was lying flat on my back. He repeated the entire process all over the upper part of my chest and arms and then worked his hands down my legs and gave me another incredible foot massage because he knew I enjoyed it so much.

Just as Doug was finishing up, suddenly the copilot came back and said, “Sir, we have Mr Ellis on the two-way radio up front from his ranch. He wants to know if everything is all right?,” as I remained lying on my back over the cot.

I replied, “Tell him everything is just great--couldn’t be better.”

He replied, “OK sir, will do. Sir, we’ll be landing in about thirty minutes. Mr Ellis’s ranch is about sixty miles north of San Angelo. He’s sending his helicopter to pick you up at the airport so we can get you out there right away”.

Now I really couldn’t believe it. First, a ride on his personal jet and then a ride on his helicopter. Pretty damn good I thought since I had never done either. If only my mom could have seen me, she would probably have flipped out, I said to myself.

Once I got off the cot and dressed, Doug served me two delicious shrimp cocktails to hold me over until dinner. He also handed me a beautiful blue cotton pull-over to put on with the initials GER (Garret Ellis Ranch) embroidered on the right side for he said everyone would be wearing the same shirt that evening only in different colors.

About ten minutes later, the pilot slowed the engines and we began our descent into San Angelo’s municipal airport. The minute we landed and pulled up onto the tarmac, the door was lowered and I walked down the steps. I was immediately escorted over to Mr Ellis’s helicopter where a pilot was standing by. The minute I climbed in and my luggage was stowed in a compartment, we took off north towards his ranch. I thought the ride was so damn awesome for I sat right next to the pilot and got a great view of the West Texas countryside.

Just as we approached Garret’s ranch, it looked more like a hotel than an actual ranch. It was huge! The pilot mentioned that Mr Ellis’s place could easily accommodate up to 60 guests. As we came up over a hill, all of a sudden there was a sea of cattle down below. As I looked down at them the pilot informed me that there were about 10,000 head which belonged personally to Mr Ellis.

We hovered directly over the ranch for a minute and then pilot set the helicopter down on the north side of the lawn right onto a concrete heli-pad complete with landing lights and even a wind socket. From there a gentleman in a golf cart was waiting to take me up to the front.

Just as we pulled up to the front entrance, there was Garret to greet me. He had a big smile on his face and drink in his hand. Soon as I hopped out, he said, “Collin, I’m so glad you made it”, as he gave me a kiss on my cheek and a quick hug.

Then he said as he grabbed my hand, interlocked our fingers, turned and walked us through the door, “Come on, your just in time for cocktail hour out at the pool. Jose, will you please take Senior Collin’s things to his room?”

Soon as we walked out to the pool there were about forty or so people standing around mixing and socializing. Obviously most the crowd was gay and if they weren’t, they were certainly very, very gay friendly.

Garret of course took me around and introduced me to every single person there. Most of them were in advertising, but he also had some personal friends he invited. And one thing about Garrett, he could instantly charm anyone just like he did me that night which I guess explained why he was so damn successful. As he walked me around, he never once mentioned to anyone that I was a model--like I was some kind of piece of meat who was all looks and no brains.

Rather he introduced me as a friend from Chicago, was awarded a full scholastic scholarship to Rice University which was nearly impossible to do, that I was an honor roll student who made the deans list, and that he hoped I would consider going to work for Landue when I graduated because he needed bright & talented people like me. In essence Garrett could make someone feel like they were one of the most important in people in the world and he did it with such ease and heartfelt sincerity too.

That night at dinner of course I was seated at Garrett’s table right next to him while we dined on a roast duckling as the main entree around his pool. As the evening wore on I found myself becoming more and more attracted to him. He looked so damn confident as he sat there and captivated his guests with such ease. And I liked that in a guy.