Date: Tue, 28 Mar 2023 23:28:11 +0000 (UTC) From: Jonathan Subject: The Winner - Chapter Ten - Epilogue James' and Glen's relationship seemed doomed to end while Brad wasn't sure where he figured into the picture with James. James' introspection of his life was leading him deeper in a depression that his relationship issues with Glen were not helping. This is a fictional tale of sexual relationship between a young man and a teenage boy. You must be eighteen to read this story. If it is against the law where you are to read stories like this you are kindly requested to leave and not read this story. It is only a fictional story for your reading pleasure and not for distribution to any other site or resource. While some of the geographic names and place may be real, none of the names or characters are real or based on anyone real. James is facing a personal dilemma, as he is not only conflicted about his own new sexual awakening but also Glen being less involved in James life as Glen faces issues at home while Brad is now more of a factor in James life. I appreciate any comments or feedback, good or bad. Send to tryitlikeit27@yahoo.com. I try to reply to as many as possible. I have had some very pleasant interactions with some of my readers as well as some helpful suggestions and advice so please do not hesitate to write. If you enjoy my story, you can do an Author Search on my name ("Jonathan Perkins") to find some of my other stories posted here. The Winner by Jonathan Perkins Copyright 2022 All Rights Reserved Remember to donate to Nifty to keep these stories available for all our enjoyment. http://donate.nifty.org/donate.html The Winner Chapter Ten The half of glass of Scotch I had consumed last night and some great sex with Brad had me dozing off to sleep before Brad had even closed the door to leave. I woke up in the middle of the night to take a piss. Back in bed I thought about the sex with Brad but missing Glen was foremost in my mind. There was an ache in my heart that didn't belong there. I'm no ordinary guy. I'm a fucking winner! I buy multi-million dollar companies like most people buy a $2 lottery ticket. Then I move on to the next one, never looking back and never having any regrets. This longing for one particular high school kid is absurd. There are thousands of hot teenagers in this city, any one of who would give his right nut, or his virginity as it were, to be at my beck and call. And it wouldn't have to be one. I could have a different one each night, two on Saturday and Sunday. But somehow Glen had gotten to me like nothing else ever had. He was as important to me as the air I breathe and food I eat. Without him I am just going through the motions of living, no feelings of victory on closing a big deal, no feelings at all. The next morning I was slowly awaken by someone rubbing my back and talking to me. "Hey sleepy head, you going to sleep the whole day away?" Waking up was like coming up from underwater. I knew I heard a voice but I didn't know who it was. "Boy, you must have really tied one on last night. You have to learn that Scotch is not your friend," the voice said. That last comment was enough. I recognized the voice and shot straight up in bed. "Glen! What the fuck are you doing here?" I yelled as I rolled over on my stomach to face him. "Fine way to greet your boyfriend," he smirked. I reached out and pulled him into a tight embrace. Tears began to flow down my face. We brought our mouths together and kissed with the passion only two lovers can share. After a minute or so I pulled away from our kiss. "Where the hell have you been? You ghosted me and send Brad to take your place." I growled at him. Glen dropped his arms by this side and sat on the edge of the bed. "I'm sorry about that. My life is all screwed up right now and I needed some time to think. I have some serious decisions to make and I had to make them on my own. Forgive me?" "Of course I do, you know that. I just wish I had been able to be there with you to support you." "I know you would have so that's why I kept my distance. I didn't want anything to influence my thoughts." Glen explained. "And what the hell do you mean, Brad took my place? You don't hear from me for a few days and you drop me and take Brad as you're new boyfriend?" Not knowing that he was busting my chops, I panicked. Brad and I had screwed around last night but it was just sex and didn't mean there was anything between us, obvious when I called out Glen's name. "It's not like that at all. Brad is a nice guy but he's not my boyfriend and never will be. You're the only one I love," I stammered. Glen laughed and gave me a quick kiss on the lips. "I know, Brad called me last night and told me how upset you were because you hadn't heard from me. He wanted to comfort you but things got carried away. He spent ten minutes apologizing and promising to make it up to me somehow." "It just happened and it will never happen again," I promised. "I guess I must be pretty hot stuff if both of you call out my name when you're having sex with each other," falling back on the bed and laughing loud and long. I was so relieved that he wasn't mad. It felt so right seeing his smiling face while he was stretched out across my bed. At this moment everything was right in my world. I flung myself on top of him and went for his mouth. We made out and wiggled our bodies together. "Um, you've got a head start on me," Glen announced. "A head start?" "Yeah, you're naked and I still have all my clothes on," he grinned. "That can be rectified in an instant," as I tugged at his shirt and pants. I got back on top of him, rubbing our stiff cocks together. Then he rolled us over and he was on top of me, then we rolled again, back and forth with our mouths never parted. We looked like two young boys in a schoolyard fight over supremacy of the playground. We finally ended up with Glen on top of me. He moved forward slightly so my cock slid between his legs just under his ball sack. "Brad told me he fucked you last night but you didn't get off and didn't seem to want to." "My mind was in a hundred different places last night. My mind ended up on you when I called out your name. Doing anything else with Brad at that point just wouldn't have worked," I confessed. "Then it's a good thing I'm here to finish what Brad started," as he reached back and aimed my cock at his hole. "We should get some lube," I suggested. "You're leaking so much precum we don't need any," as he pushed back down on my cock and let it slowly enter him. Between not cumming last night and being so glad to be with Glen this morning, I didn't last too long. I knew I would be quick so I just lay still and let Glen ride me, up and down, back and forth, forward and back. I didn't realize he could move in so many different directions without me falling out of him. When I came, I moaned and grunted, not daring to call out his name in case I called Brad's name instead. Dumb but I didn't want to mess this up. We lay together until I finally asked him how he wanted to get off. Should I suck him or did he want to fuck me? He simply relied, "Later". "So, did you make your big decision? Do you want to tell me about it?" I asked him. "I have made my decision. Now I have to know what you will decide," he started. "My father is selling our house and moving to Willow Falls to keep his job with the nail company. It's a good move for he and my mother, but not for me. I'll be starting my senior year of high school and I don't want to leave my friends and try to acclimate to a new school. After a lot of soul searching and weighing options, I decided I'm not going to move and I'm going to stay here to finish high school." "Damn! What did your parents say? They must have gone ballistic," I assumed. "I haven't told them yet. I want to make sure I have my plan completely in place before I tell them. That's where you come in," he hung his head. "You want me to tell them? That will even be worse. They hate me because of what they think our relationship is." "They don't really hate you. You're certainly not my father's favorite person but my mother hasn't committed herself one way or the other. No, I don't want you to tell them, that is all on me. I want to know if I can move back here with you while I finish school. Same deal, I'd pay my way with cooking and cleaning and whatever. I know it's a big ask so if you say no, Brad said I can move in with him and his family," he picked his head up and looked at me longingly. "I can't think of anything I like better than for you to move back in with me. But I know your father won't allow it. You're not eighteen yet so your parents still have control over your life," I reminded him. "It will be a tough sell, but I think my mother was kind of hinting about something along this way. She was probably thinking about me moving in with Brad. I could just tell them I was staying with Brad but I don't want to lie to them. Somehow it would slip out and then all hell would break loose." "So how do we work this? Should I call Bulldog and have him stand next to us when you tell them?" I joked. "No, I don't want to see Bulldog get hurt," Glen joked back. "As long as I know you are willing to have me and up for taking the heat from my father, I'll go home and talk to him and see how he reacts." "I know how he will react. Your house will look like the Nevada a test site where they exploded nuclear bombs. You sure you don't want me there with you?" I offered. "No, this next part is a family decision. I do need one thing from you before I leave." "Name it!" He looked down at his stiffening cock then looked up at me and smiled. "Take the edge off my nerves?" sticking out his tongue and moving it from side to side. He didn't have to give me another hint. I dove between his legs and gladly took his erect manhood in my mouth. I did my best to give him the blowjob that he would give me. Lots of tongue action, lots of bobbing up and down, moving to his balls and sucking them in one at time and rolling them around in my mouth like grapes, then back to his leaky cock. As excited as I was to have his hard cock back in my mouth where it belonged, I could tell Glen was even more excited. After all, he hadn't gotten any action unless it was from his own hand for quite a while. I wanted to do my best to make it last but my fine oral skills and his pent up needs had other plans. He was holding my head and rubbing my hair when he stopped moving his fingers and gripped the sides of my head tightly, not pushing me down on his cock but just holding me. He erupted with volley after volley of hot cum in my mouth. I was holding as much as I could in my mouth before I had to swallow for fear of losing any of his nectar. He was super sensitive and pulled back out of my mouth. I moved up and kissed him on the mouth, pushing some of his cum into his mouth with my tongue. Our tongues swirled around in a cum bath, eventually breaking our kiss and each one of us swallowing what was in our mouths. "I hope you can work it out with your father. I'd like a breakfast like that every morning," I grinned, licking my lips. "Every other morning, we have to share," Glen laughed. "Okay, every other morning. But on the morning when I don't get breakfast then I want a protein supper instead." "Sounds like a plan. I better go get this over with and see how my father reacts. "Let me know as soon as he had decided." Glen got dressed, gave me kiss and left on his mission to face his father. Was life just screwing with me? Was Glen coming over and having some great sex just a reminder of what I'd be loosing when his father dragged him off in chains to go live in the purgatory he called Willow Falls? I got up and headed to the kitchen for a coffee. Glen had made a pot of coffee while I was sleeping. It was the same brand of coffee I always drank in the morning but knowing Glen had made it for me some how made it taste just that much better. I savored it as if it would be the last cup of coffee I ever had that Glen had made for me. Which it might be. As I sipped the coffee, I noticed the half-empty glass of Scotch from last night. Nervous about the outcome of the talk with this father, I contemplated finishing it off. But, as Glen had reminded me, Scotch is not my friend. If Glen were forced to move, would Scotch be my new boyfriend? Would I become a raging alcoholic and be found dead in my apartment of alcohol poisoning? No, I'm not going to let this happen. I can always win any negotiation I enter into so maybe I should go right over and explain to Mr. Langstrom that Glen and I are lovers and we're going to stay together no matter what he says. However, the thought of loosing Glen had me knocked so far off my game, I'd crumble like a babbling fool in front of him and make matters worse. No, I'm an adult and a winner and I have to regain control of my emotions. I took a shower and headed to the park. A beautiful Saturday morning and a chance to get some fresh air and clear my mind. I sat on my usual park bench and looked around the park. Even though it was a Saturday, it was early so there weren't many people around. The warm air, the fresh air and the hustle and bustle of the families and their children always cheered me up. But the lack other people made me feel even lonelier than before I got here. Even these people had deserted me. I walked back to my apartment with my head hanging low, my spirits even lower. A courier had dropped of the preliminary blue prints for the renovations of the Archmont Arms. I looked them over quickly and saw they were to my liking. I gathered them up and called the car service to take me to see Brad's father and show him what I had in mind. "Good morning, Mr. Peterson. What brings you out on a Saturday morning?" Phillip Taylor asked. "Good morning. Please, call me James. I have the preliminary drawings of the renovation of the building and wanted to show them to you to see what you thought." We went to the counter and I rolled out the plans. He was very impressed and called Brad over to see them as well. "Good morning, Brad," I offered my hand to him. "Oh, hi James . . . sorry, Mr. Peterson," he said quietly. "No, James is fine. I have the plans for the building." Looking at his father, I began, "The store is going to be moved over to this side of the store front. Then if all goes well, you can expand back onto the present space you have now." "That sounds great. I'm not sure we could handle that big of an expansion. That would double the size of our store," his father cautioned. "You'll have Brad by your side. He's very capable at helping out when needed," I said with a wink towards Brad. His face turned red and he quickly looked back at the plans. After we walked around to see how the new plan was going to orient in the building, I headed back to my apartment. Talking with Phillip had improved my attitude, not to mention seeing Brad and thinking back to last night. I felt better but I couldn't afford to take my eye off the ball. Glen had to be my main focus right now. There had to be a way to keep him here with me, not only for his senior year of school but forever. As I unlocked my door and walked in, I heard Glens' voice talking to someone. It couldn't be Brad, I just left him at the store. Then another voice . . . Brad's father! "Hello?" I called out, extremely nervous about what was going to happen. "James, we're in the living room," Glen called out to me. I gingerly went to the living room and stood in the doorway. His father and mother were sitting on the couch. Glen motioned me to come sit down. His father and mother's eyes followed me, the faces devoid of any expression. "So, our son tells us he's not coming with us when we move," his father said gruffly, his face getting red. "We'll just see about that!" Not a good beginning. "Now Keith," his mother interrupted firmly. "We're here to talk not argue." "I don't see what good talking is going to do," he growled. "Then you just keep your mouth shut and watch!" she commanded him. It was obvious who would have the final say today. "Now Mr. Peterson," "Please call me James," I quickly interjected. "Yes, James then. Glen told us he prefers to stay here when we move to Willow Falls," she continued in a measured tone. "Not prefers, mother, I am going to stay," Glen threw in. "I'm talking to James," her voice got a little louder. "You and your father both sit and be quiet!" Turning back to face me, "Excuse me, now as I was saying, Glen prefers to stay here to finish his senior year of high school. I remember how important that can be to finish school with your friends. It wasn't that long ago I was in school and my senior year was the best year of all. Some wonderful memories. But we have to be practical about this. I understand he has talked to you about staying here with you?" "Yes he did. When he was here last summer he was a perfect houseguest. He didn't want to be a free loader so he would cook and clean, his idea, to repay me for his room and board. By the way, I must compliment you on your cooking." "And how would you know about my cooking? I've never cooked a meal for you," she said with a puzzled look on her face. "Not directly, but Glen told me about cooking along side of you and teaching him every thing he knows about making some delicious meals. His home cooking is better than any five star restaurants I've ever eaten at." The smile on her face told me I was starting to work my magic. I hope. "When he heard you were in an accident, he dropped everything and ran right to your bedside to make sure you have the care you deserved. His strong character and love of family I'm sure he has inherited from his father," I looked at him but saw no smile. "That's why this has been such a hard decision for him to make. He is growing up and as he approaches adulthood hard decisions will be more and more frequently. With the parenting the two of you have given Glen I'm confident he will make the right decisions more often than not." His mother looked at his father and smiled. His expression loosened up and he almost smiled. "So you are willing to take him in and live here for the school year?" she asked. "Certainly. I will make sure he gets to school and keeps up with his homework and doesn't let his grades slip. I know I won't be as good of a parent as the two of you have been but I will do my best." "He will have his own room of course?" his mother asked. "Definitely. Let me show you," as I got up to lead the way down the hallway. Before I had arrived, Glen had excused himself to go to he bathroom. Instead he crept into the spare room and opened a draw on the dresser and placed a couple of his shirts half way out. Then he messed up the covers so it looked like someone had slept there recently. His mother looked in the room and commented, "Just like at home. Never makes his bed. I thought you said he was a good housekeeper?" she joked. "I never go in here so I guess he let this room slide," I joked back. I gave Glen a quick wink and a nod at his staging the room. All the time he was with me I don't think he slept in this room from more than a few hours. We went back into the living room but neither of them sat down. His mother looked at Glen, "Glen, we're going to try this and see how it goes. We're going to miss you terribly and I hope you'll miss us as much," she said as her voice broke up and a tear ran down her cheek. She pulled him into a tight motherly hug. "He'll be coming home every weekend," his father stated mater of factly. "He will get on the bus to Willow Falls on Friday and return here on Sunday evening." "Of course. Rather than take the bus, I can have my car service bring him out and pick him up. They'll pick him up right at school. You just set the time for the return trip on Sunday," I told his father. "Nonsense. We're not going to have you pay for a chauffeur to drive him around. He can take the bus," he countered. "It won't cost me anything. I have a one-price contract with them. It doesn't matter if I only use them once a month for a short trip or if they drive me to the West Coast several times in the month, it's the same price. Besides, I don't pay for it, my company does." "What ever. Let's go, I'm getting hungry for lunch," his father complained as he got up and headed for the door looking at Glen. Glen followed right behind him. "I'll be right along. I need to use the powder room." His mother said as she turned for the bathroom. As soon as she heard the front door close, she came out. "James, you'll have to excuse my husband. He's really not on board with this but he will come around. I know this is more than just a place for Glen to stay while he finishes school. A mother can tell these things. I can see you love Glen just as much as we do. And he loves you," she smiled. My face turned red as she revealed she knew about us. "Glen is a very special young man," was all I said. "Yes he is. I wish the both of you the best. But know this, if you hurt him physically or emotionally, I will hunt you down and hurt you so bad you'll never recover. Understand?" her voice was stern and menacing. "When you love someone as much as I love Glen, you worship them and never set out to hurt them in any way," I said openly expressing my feelings for her son. "I'm sure you won't," as she patted my cheek and left. Holy fucking hell!!! I had just won the biggest score of my life! Glen was staying here with me, in my apartment, in my bed, in my life where he belongs. I was like a man possessed. I ran around the apartment going into each room and yelling at the top of my lungs, "GLEN IS MOVING IN! Did you here me, Glen is moving in!" When I got to the kitchen, the half-full glass of Scotch was still on the counter. I picked it up and yelled at it, "I have Glen back, I don't need you ever again," and poured it down the sink. My heart was beating so hard I could see my shirt moving in and out. My brain was about to explode with relief, excitement, and the anticipation of having Glen back with me. I was acting like such a lunatic that I almost didn't hear my phone. I had received a text message. I looked at my phone and it was from Brad. 'Glen just told me the good news. Congrats!' 'Thanks. It's going to be awesome!' 'Guess you won't me to deliver groceries anymore?' 'You're a good friend and you're always welcome here anytime.' 'Thanks' I had to get out of the apartment so I went back to the park, in a much better mood than earlier. I sat on my usual bench. The park was crowded with people now, all having such a good time for themselves knowing that Glen and I were going to be together. Well, they didn't know that but I did and it just made everything seem better for everyone. I watched a mother and her young son approach the ice cream truck. The boy pointed to the ice cream he wanted. The ice cream man reached in for the bar while his mother fished in her purse for some money. Evidently she didn't have enough so she shook her head no and took the boy's hand to walk away. The boy looked so disappointed that he didn't get his ice cream. I had felt that kind of disappointment earlier in the day, not being able to get what I wanted, and it sucks! I jumped up and ran over to the ice cream truck and bought two of the bars the boy had picked out then went after the mother and the boy. "Excuse me miss, but I wonder if your boy could help me out?" I asked her. She looked at me with suspicion as a mother would when approached by a stranger. "I thought I was really hungry and bought two of these, but then realized I could really only eat one. Would your son help me out and eat the other one? I hate to waste good ice cream." The boy's face lit up with an ear to ear grin. He looked up at his mother for her approval. When she smiled and nodded, he put his hand out for the ice cream. "Thank you so much, mister," he said and extended his other hand to shake mine. "You're welcome. And thank you for helping me out." I replied. The mother knew what I was doing. She thanked me with a smile bigger than her son's. "On second thoughts, I shouldn't eat this one either. It's not on my diet," and offered the other ice cream to her. She graciously took it and unwrapped it. "Look mommy, we twins!" the boy exclaimed. A tear rolled down her cheek. "Love him and enjoy him while you can. Life goes by so quickly," I advised her. They went off hand in hand enjoying their treats. I felt so damn good spending just $4 on ice cream for someone else, expecting nothing in return. So this is what unselfish giving feels like. I want more it! I went back to the ice cream truck and asked the man if he had a full cooler of treats. He said he was fully stocked. I turned away from the truck and shouted at the top of my lungs across the park, "Free ice cream! Come get your free ice cream bars!" shouting it over and over several times until I caught people's attention and they started to run to the truck. "Just keep track of the bill and I'll square up with you when you run out." "How do I know you won't run off or not have enough money to pay?" he asked skeptically. I reached in my pocket and took out $1000. I placed it in his hand. "Will that cover it?" "Hell yes, and then some," he replied. "Good, then keep the change," and walked back to my bench to watch the smiling children. The ice cream man would point in my direction every now and then when asked who paid for the ice cream. It was an interesting study in human nature. You could tell the well off children who were at the park with their nannies, dressed in nice clothes. Some of them asked for more than one, presumably telling the vendor the second one was for a sibling. When told who paid the bill, they looked my way but never waved or gave any sign of appreciation. As they gobbled down the first one, they threw that wrapper on the ground and then ate the second one they received. The other children who were dressed in normal play clothes or tattered pants and shirts would come by where I was sitting and thank me in person. When you don't have a lot you tend to be more appreciative when you get something unexpected. When you have what ever you want, you don't appreciate the things that come your way. They had ice cream and I had Glen. We were all winners today and I was the biggest winner of all! Epilogue It's been ten years since we looked in on James and Glen. Glen moved in with James to finish his senior year of high school. Glen's father eventually came around and accepted that his son and this older man were lovers. Glen stayed in the city Thanksgiving morning to attend his last football game then left to have dinner with his parents. James didn't expect to get invited so he wasn't disappointed that he wasn't. Turns out he was but Glen got the message confused. When Christmas came around, Glen's mother called James personally to invite him to come for Christmas. It started off a little awkward but soon smoothed out to be an enjoyable holiday. James and Glen continued to have great sex. And often. But never before Glen had finished his homework. Then the clothes came off and the games began. Brad didn't know that Glen would be going home on the weekends. He showed up the first Saturday after Glen had moved in for the usual naked cleaning and games. When he found out the Glen wasn't there he was going to leave. James insisted he stay and just visit as friends. That soon became the regular Saturday morning thing as their friendship blossomed. Brad told Glen that he would like to loose his anal virginity but knew he couldn't do it with James or Glen now that they were officially a couple. Glen told him that James was a gentle lover and he had no problem sharing James. The three of them discussed it and decided that they would all be okay with it as long as the three of them were together. Glen just advised Brad not to let James do it on the couch. Inside joke. Brad lost his virginity and after a few times lost his interest in bottoming. He eventually connected with a middle-aged woman he delivered groceries to and they ended up as a couple and getting married. The restoration of the Archmont Arms went as planned, bringing it back to its original splendor. The rooms were filled with a waiting list to get in. Brad's father's store did expand to take the entire first floor. His father had planned to have a small deli counter in the new section. Glen got involved and turned it into a specialty restaurant. He would use ingredients available in the store and make an extraordinary meal that was superb but easy to make and reasonably priced. He would even provide the recipe so it could be made at home. Glen's parents came to the grand opening of his café then announced they were retiring and moving to Florida. James and Glen would make regular trips to visit them, by plane not the car service. James was still making million dollar deals and was quite successful. His new criteria were making sure anyone displaced because of a buyout was offered job training and help finding a new job. It gave him such a good feeling helping those in need of a job that he started an employment referral and job training service for anyone who lost a job from a business closing, where through one of his deals or not. It was a great success in getting people back to work. James' work on the Archmont Arms and his employment efforts got him selected as the Chamber of Commerce Man of the Year. There was a big gala and fundraiser where the person selected would be announced. James and Glen had a table along with Brad and his family and James' parents. When the big moment arrived, the master of ceremonies took the microphone and announced, "For the Man of the Year this year, the winner is . . . James Peterson!" As everyone applauded, James' father boasted loudly, "That's my son! He's the winner." It was the first time James had seen his father truly proud of him. James took Glen's hand and looked into his eyes, "I really am the winner thanks to you." Oh, and James and Glen still go to the park at least one weekend a month and buyout the ice cream truck. All the kids now know him and come by the bench to thank 'Mr James and Mr Glen' ** Just a note to my readers: I really enjoy hearing feedback from you. Several of my readers have shared that my stories have been similar to their personal experiences. Some have developed a rapport where we discuss the current chapter and where the story is headed. 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