Date: Mon, 23 Jan 2023 02:29:30 +0000 (UTC) From: Jonathan Subject: The Winner - Chapter Four. 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 has unleashed a torrent of feelings he never knew he was capable of nor wanted. Glen has had some major changes in his life and must make some hard decisions about his future. 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 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 Four I showered and was heading for the door to meet my ride. Glen was in the kitchen having his coffee. "Make sure you go see your mother today," I said without looking at him as I left. "I will," he said quietly though I was already out the door. It was a Monday at work. A really bad Monday. A deal I had put in many long hours on completely fell apart with no hope of salvaging it. I was in a funk all day with loosing the deal and my thought of my new found perversion. Maybe it wasn't exactly perversion, just discovering new ways to enjoy myself? Damn it! No! It was perverted and I had better get myself straight. Literally. I left work a little early, feeling depressed. When I got home I was going to get the best blowjob from Glen that he could give, and then a second time. He was the cocksucker, not me. I unlocked my door and walked into a quiet apartment. I called out to Glen but got no answer. I did a quick check from front to back and Glen was no where to be found. I guess he had decided not to come back from his mother's house after all. I didn't feel like cooking for myself so I ordered Chinese take out then slumped on the couch to watch the news on TV. A half-hour pasted as I wallowed in self-pity. I'm a Winner! Things like this don't happen to winners, only losers. And I sure as hell wasn't a loser. But I wasn't a winner either, so what the fuck was I? I heard the door open and assumed it was the take out order. I got up to retrieve my food and realized I hadn't given them the code to the door. Glen walked in with the bags of food in his hands. "The delivery guy was at the door so I brought it in for him," Glen said humbly. Immediately my spirits got a boost at seeing Glen. My first thought was not about getting a blowjob from him but simply the fact that he had returned. Was he here to stay or just get his things and say goodbye? "Sorry I'm late. My dad was there when I arrived and the three of us talked all day," Glen explained. "We got a lot of things straightened out." Then he walked off to the kitchen to set out the food. I joined him and helped open the containers. "So you're back to stay?" I asked with no emotion, suppressing a smile. "For now. I will honor the commitment I made." "Don't do me any favors," I answered him rather rudely. "Not a favor to you. You taught me that winners never quit and I'm not a loser so I will finish what I started as we agreed," he stated firmly. We ate the rest of the meal in silence. His talk with his parents had definitely upset him but it was obvious he wasn't in a mood to talk about it. We finished eating and Glen cleaned up and put away the left over food, still without saying a word. "I'm going to take a shower and then meet you in your bedroom. It might only be a hand job again but I'll do what I can," he finally spoke. He sauntered off down the hall towards the bathroom. My spirits that were lifted when I saw him at the door a little while ago had sunk to a new low seeing the emotional pain he was in. I don't know why. He said he was going to get me off so I should be looking forward to that. For some reason I wasn't. I went in my bedroom, got undressed and lay on the bed waiting for Glen. My cock was flaccid, not ready for any action, so I started to slowly stroke it to wake it up. The best I could do was semi hard. I was anticipating Glen doing the rest. He came in, still naked from his shower and lay on the bed in a position to take a hold of my cock. He was starting to bring it to life when I heard him quietly whimpering and sniffling. "Is everything all right, Glen?" "I'm sorry. I'm fine," as his whimpering erupted into all out crying. I reached down to pull him up along beside me and hugged him. He nuzzled his head into my neck and gripped me tightly. "I don't know what's bothering you but I'll make it right for you if I can," I assured him. That just set off another sound of uncontrollable crying, his whole body trembling no matter how tight I held him. He finally stopped crying and apologized for his outburst. I hugged him and didn't say a word, waiting to see if he would open up to me. Instead we both fell asleep before anything was said. I was inadvertently awoken numerous times in the night as Glen tossed and turned in a fitful sleep. By morning he was once again sleeping up tight to me, his arms and legs wrapped around my body. I had to piss urgently so I carefully slid away from him and went to the bathroom. I looked in on my way to the kitchen for my coffee and saw he was still sleeping. I called the office and told them I would be late today and then called the car service to tell them as well. My concern for him was baffling. I had only known him for a very short time. Developing an emotional attachment to someone was not my style. Especially this quickly. We had been through a lot and that can sometimes form a bond of sorts. Like people held as hostages or survivors of a plane crash. He was held as hostage, not me. I was in control and came out the winner. So if anyone should have formed a bond, it would be Glen, not me. I was still trying to come to terms with my feelings when Glen walked into the kitchen, rubbing his eyes and yawning. "I'm sorry about last night. I just totally lost it and left you high and dry," he started in. "Last night was about you, not me. If you want to talk about what was so upsetting, I'm listening," I told him. Then he started. "My dad was home when I got there yesterday. He and my mother both came running to me and hugged me like I haven't been hugged by them in years. We went places and did things and had a lot of fun when I was growing up. We used to be a happy family until my dad got laid off from work. Money was tight after that so we just hung around the house. He tried to find another job but no one wanted his skills," Glen went on. "What kind of a job did he have?" I inquired. "He worked for a company that made very fine stainless steel mesh for things like surgical gloves so surgeons wouldn't get cut while they were operating. The company had very old outdated machines but they still did the job. Parts were no longer available so my dad was the machinist that made new parts when old one broke. He had started working there right out of high school, learning his trade as he went. Millville Machine got bought out and a year later they closed the business. Most of the equipment was sold for scrap." I almost spit out my coffee at hearing the name of the company. I was the one who bought Millville Machine and then shut it down. The patents they had on their products were the most valuable assets the company owned. I immediately fired half the workers and let the company plug along, loosing money for six months to take a tax write off. Then I sold what was left to another subsidiary of mine, again taking a loss on paper. The new subsidiary sold the patents for a sizable sum, scrapped the equipment and put an end to the company. It was all very profitable for me. When I fired those workers, they were just a name on a spreadsheet. I highlighted the highest paid workers and hit 'delete', never giving a thought to the person attached to the name, or their families, as I always do. Most workers find new jobs and often better jobs. Evidently not so for Glen's father. His skills were centered on the antiquated machines the company kept rebuilding, not a skill set in high demand in today's throwaway society. "Things went down hill the longer he couldn't find work. He took to stealing what ever he could from where ever he could, including from my mother and I. My mother worked cleaning people's houses to try and keep us afloat but it was never enough. My dad tried to find an apprentice program or some new skills training but no one was interested in him because of his age. That's how I got tangled up with Ramone, trying to bring some extra money in for myself and for my folks," again tearing up as he told me his story. I felt like I had been punched in the gut by one of Bulldog's crew. Glen's family falling apart, him going on the street to sell drugs, his kidnapping and beating and the killing of the drug dealers was my entire fault. Sure I was the winner financially from buying and selling Millville Machine, but I was the looser in reality with all the hardship I had caused. How many other people I fired over the years had gone through similar circumstances? I had to say something to him but I didn't know what. I couldn't admit that I was the cause of his family's problems. Yet I had to say and do something to make it right with him. I got up and walked over to him, taking his hand and lifting him from his chair. "Things are always darkest before they turn around," as corny as that sounded. I wasn't sure what I was going to do but I was going to do something to make amends, at least to Glen and his family. "If it's alright with you, I want to go back today and see if I can help my dad start to look for a job again. They thought they might have lost me for good and when I showed up they were both so grateful I was alive. I didn't fill them in on any details, though. The less they know the better." "Didn't they ask about your bruises?" I asked him. "Sure. I told them I got into a street fight defending some old lady from a purse snatcher," he boasted with a smile. "There were impressed and didn't ask any more questions." "You do what ever you feel you have to. If you prefer, you can move back home with your parents," I said with a twinge of regret. "No, I'll be back later today, if I'm still welcome that is," Glen said with a look on his face like someone had just given away his dog. "Of course you're welcome here. I'd never turn you away," I reassured him. I actually had to admit to myself that I would miss him if he did leave, not just the sex, although that was awesome, but I miss him as a person. I'd grown used to him being around. No, James, you won't miss him. I'd just miss his cooking and cleaning and conversations. Missing him would mean I had feelings for him. But add that all up however you want and that would be missing him as a person, no matter how much I deny it. The next two days Glen and I would leave at the same time. My car service would drop me at the office and then drop Glen several blocks from his parent's house, walking the rest of the way on foot. He didn't want them to see him getting dropped off by a limousine and the questions it would raise. At the end of the day the routine was reversed. Glen would tell me about their job search and different ideas they all had to find work. Then he would tell me more about their life before his dad got fired. The guilt I felt would have made me want to step in front of the limousine and let him run me over if I hadn't been so busy at work myself. I found a small local family owned company that made square cut nails, the same kind that was prevalent in Colonial America. Surprisingly there was still a demand for them for restoration work and period authentic construction. This company, Bliss Nail Company, was doing okay but could be much more successful with an infusion of capital and some fresh management. It was the third generation running the company now and they didn't have the enthusiasm previous generations did. They were just going through the motions, showing up every day, making nails and going home. They were also using antiquated equipment that was in constant need of repairs. A niche market like a square nail company didn't generate enough demand for new modern equipment and custom machines would be prohibitively expensive. They needed Glen's dad. I contacted the owner and told him about Glen's dad. He wasn't very receptive to any new employees and confided that he wasn't sure how much longer they would keep the business open. I spent the rest of the day putting together a very attractive buyout package that would let the family retain control, not only keeping all the existing workers, but hiring new younger employees to apprentice along side the older workers to learn the trade and keep the business strong for the next generations. It would also include a sizable infusion of cash. Oh, and they had to hire Glen's dad as their first new employee. I made the proposal the next morning and it was warmly received. The owner gathered his family and got back to me that afternoon to set up a meeting Thursday morning. We made the deal without any further negotiations. I was as proud as a peacock at managing to try and make it right for Glen and his family. Glen had said he was staying at the apartment today so I wanted to rush home and tell him the good news. Before I called the car service, I realized why he stayed home today. Thursday was the day Todd made my food delivery. I didn't want to walk in on them and make it look like I was checking up on the two of them. I had told Glen he was free to do what he pleased with Todd, even though now I was having second thoughts about that. But why would I? I still had myself convinced that Glen was just a tight ass and a warm wet mouth for my cock. Or I thought I was convinced of that. But would I have done all that for anyone else? For Derrick? Hell no. For Glen? Hell yes! The deal was done. I never even looked at the bottom line, to see if I would make money or loose money yet I still felt like a winner with the deal. I opted to honor my word to Glen, as he had done with me, and leave Todd and he to do what they would. I got home and as soon as I walked through the door Glen came running and threw himself at me. A quick hug then he backed up and started talking so fast I could barely understand him. "Oh my god, James, I have great news for you!" he shouted out. "It's Thursday, Brad made his delivery and the two of you had sex together?" I said with a grin on the outside and a feeling of foreboding on the inside as I looked at him standing naked in front of me. "Oh, that, yeah. Well not really, but . . . We . . .," he stammered trying to get his thoughts together. "Damn it stop talking and listen, this is important!" he chided me. " My dad got a call today with a job offer from some nail company. They heard about his being able to keep old machines operating and they want him to work for them doing the same thing. They're going to give him a twenty percent raise over his previous salary, a ten thousand dollar signing bonus and they are hiring an apprentice to work with him! (all provisions I had included in our deal, in addition to keep my involvement anonymous) They want him to start next week!" Glen continued yelling. He was beside himself with excitement. "That is great news. I'm glad you were able to help him find a job," I said innocently. I was feeling the best I've felt in years seeing the excitement in Glen's face. Realizing he was naked brought back my curiosity and concern about what he and Todd had been up to. I pointed to his naked body, "So I take it you decided to stay naked after Todd left?" trying not to show any emotion. "Todd and I talked for a while. It seems he has a thing for you, though. He did like the looks of my naked body the day he came when I wasn't expecting anyone." "So you just talked?" I asked without trying to sound like this was an interrogation. "No, we eventually make out for a while then groped each other and finally took out our cocks and jerked each other off. We decided we'd go slow and see how things worked out. He was more concerned about my bruises than my cock. I laid the same story on him about the purse-snatcher. That's when he leaned in and kissed me, calling me a hero and telling me I deserved a reward," Glen snickered. "So why are you naked?" I asked again. "This is for you," as he grabbed my hand and yanked me to the bedroom. "You may not have missed our lovemaking but I sure have," as he threw himself on my bed. I was already boning up and was missing the sex even more than he was. But lovemaking? I never considered it that, it was just sex. Was that just a slip of the tongue or was that how Glen looked at our sucking and fucking? Before I had a chance to contemplate the matter, Glen pulled me onto the bed and stroked my stiff cock then swallowed it for a few minutes. It wasn't going to take long for me to shoot my load and he knew it. He got me so hard it was painful. He grabbed the tube of lube and prepped us both then threw his legs in the air and smiled at me. I didn't hesitate or stop to consider if this was just sex or making love. Right now it was simply me fucking his tight smooth ass. I moved between his legs and put my finger against his hole. "No fingers. I want you to push in so its burns and it hurts. When that stops it will make the pleasure so much better," he commanded me. Who am I to argue? I grabbed my cock, still hard as nails from his sucking me, and put it against him. Then I pushed slow but steady as I watched his face contort and his body stiffen with the initial pain. I pushed as deep as I could and then started slowly pumping him, not giving his sphincter any chance to get used to this intrusion. His idea of no fingers made him tighter and felt so much better for me. It only took a few minutes and I felt him relax and a smile come across his face. "Fuck yeah, this is what I was talking about. I've missed this so much," he said softly. "Same here. Your ass is the best I've ever enjoyed," I told him sincerely. "Take your time and make it last, I don't want this to end," he begged. "I'll do what I can but I can't make any promises about making it last. The next time will be longer, though, I guarantee that," I said knowing this would not be a one and done night. As I was slowly and deeply working his ass, his cock was standing tall and proud right in front of me. It was leaking copious amounts of precum, running down the side of his shaft. I hit his special spot deep inside and a drop of white cum appeared at his piss slit. In the heat of the moment, I changed my position so I wouldn't hit that spot again and trigger his orgasm. Then I reached down and took his cock in my hand. I had never in my entire life touched another man's cock. It felt strangely familiar, evidently from taking my own in hand when I jerked off, but yet it was different. So different. Not so much in the actual feel of it. It was like mine, soft on the outside, hard on the inside. It was the rush of Adeline that accompanied the contact with his cock. The look of surprise fading into a wide smile and look of pleasure added to my heightened arousal, if that was possible. I squeezed his cock and then started to pump my hand up and down as Glen moaned. "Do me!" he shouted out loud. "Do me every way you can. Cum in my ass and make me cum too!" My mind had simply gone into a fog and my animal instincts took control. I was pounding his hole and yanking his cock as he yelled encouragement and writhed and wiggled his whole body. I could feel his ass tighten around my cock like a crocodile's mouth clamping on its prey, refusing to let go. That signaled his load was headed my way so I squeezed harder and watched as his cum squirted all over his upper body. I had never actually seen a guy's cock shoot cum before other than porn films. To see it in person and know that I was the one who made it happen pushed me to one of the most intense orgasms I have ever had. I know I have probably said that before, but this was the granddaddy of all. We both were out of breath. I fell to the side of Glen and tried to regain my composure. "I've missed that," Glen finally spoke up. "Same here. It's only been a few days but it seems like an eternity," I replied. "You surprised the hell of me when you grabbed my cock. I thought I was going to shoot right then but I held off as long as I could." "It surprised me too, I'm not exactly sure what came over me," I answered him honestly. And I'm still not sure. "It would have if you hadn't aimed it towards my chest," Glen laughed. I looked at him and smiled. His cock in my hand felt great but now that I was in the post orgasm let down I wasn't sure why I did it or why I enjoyed it so much. I guess it's just a spur of the moment thing. I got Glen a wet towel to clean him up. We went into the kitchen to find something to eat for supper, both of us naked this time. Whenever he bent over to get something out of the refrigerator or the cupboards, the sight of his delicious ass made my cock start to stir. I had to look away before I went full hard and rammed him right in the kitchen. Not that either one of us would be opposed to doing that as we had once before, but I wanted to save it for later. It was going to be a marathon evening and I didn't want to waste my stamina too early. As we sat across from each other eating, we look up and smile. Glen because his life was back on track and me because he was such a gorgeous sight sitting in my kitchen, naked and happy. I also smiled because I had helped get his life back on track. Of course, that thought brought a black cloud over my mood. "So, now that everything is good between you and your parents and you dad is going back to work, I assume you'll be moving back home?" I asked with hesitation. Glen stopped eating in mid bite and frowned at me with distress. "We just got back to where we belong and now you want me to leave?" he asked with a tremble I his voice. "I didn't say I was asking, I asked if that what your plans were." "If you're not throwing me out, I'm not leaving. I still have a debt to pay," he reasoned. "I consider that debt paid in full. If you want to stay you're certainly welcome to," I told him, my heart beating faster waiting for confirmation he was staying. "I may not be around as much during the day, not that you'd notice, but I'll be here every night when you get home," he confirmed to me. "At least until school starts. Then I have no idea what I'm going to do. I want both. I want to be here with you and I want to be home, doing homework, helping my mom cook and hearing dad tell me about his day at work." I forgot about school. He is only sixteen and has to go back to high school in the fall. It would be selfish of me to try and keep him here and not let him return to his family. This is why I don't get involved with people, more than just a fuck toy. It always gets complicated and someone ends up getting hurt or disappointed. I don't intend on it ever being me. "We'll figure that out when the time comes. In the meantime, let's clean up the kitchen and get back in the bedroom," I told him. "Okay, but how about a detour to the shower first," he suggested. "A great idea!" We cleaned the kitchen with some occasional grab ass and headed for the shower. As I was adjusting the temperature of the water, Glen was teasing me, kissing my back, bending down and kissing my butt cheeks then grabbing my cock. Of course this all made me hard again. Then we both got in and got wet, preparing to give each other a good soaping. "Did you wash your hands before you jerked me off?" Glen asked, a bizarre question. "No, should I have?" I responded. "Well then, you got your dirty hands on my cock and now you have to wash it good and clean," he came back at me with a smirk. "My apologizes," as I lathered my hands and started rubbing his cock. "You ass got my cock all dirty so you better do the same." Which of course he promptly did. When he felt my cock was sufficiently washed, he made a deliberate point of dropping the soap so he could kneel down to get it. "I better pick up the soap before someone slips on it," he mocked. "Oh, look what else I found down here," as he reached out and took my cock in his hand, bringing it up to his mouth. I spread my legs and leaned back against the shower wall. He engulfed my manhood in one swallow, it already being wet from the shower. He had the soap in his other hand and ran it up and down my legs, making sure to get my ass crack good and slick. I had an idea where he was headed but I really didn't care anymore. He had already opened that door, as it were, and it did feel good. Sure enough, he massaged my hole with this soapy finger then gently slid one in, making sure not to knick me with his finger nail. Feeling total pleasure from him working me in two places, I rested my hands on his head and massaged his wet hair. I hadn't cum that long ago so I figured this would last a long time, not that I was complaining mind you. But his attention to my ass was getting more and more animated and soon had me shooting down his throat. He withdrew his finger and stood up in front of me. "I got the soap. Now it's your turn," as he handed it to me. He turned around and faced the wall, expecting me to soap his ass and fuck him again. He bent over and parted his cheeks for me. "See anything you like?" he teased. "I see a hole. Is that what they call a 'glory hole'?" I teased him back. "Well, by glory, it's some kind of hole so why don't you figure out what you want to do with it," he offered. His ass looked so hot, water streaming down each cheek. I put my hands on him and massaged each cheek, squeezing and kneading them. I lathered up my hands and washed his cheeks then worked on his hole. As I ran my fingers over it he moaned with delight and wiggled from side to side. "You're getting there but I hope there is more you can think of to do with that hole," he inquired jokingly. "I'm working on it," I replied. "Mmmmm, yes you are!" The sight of his creamy white globes and his hairless pink pucker were overtaking my better judgement and my inhibitions. "Oops, I dropped the soap," as I bent down to pick it up. I directed the shower water to rinse the soap off his ass. I was on my knees and moved in closer to him. Then my overwhelming horniness took control as I brought my mouth to his ass. I kissed one cheek and then the other. Glen let out a moan and a loud 'YES' of encouragement. I parted his cheeks further and extended my tongue to touch his hole. There wasn't any taste or smell. Just a major rush of adrenaline for me when I realized I was actually sticking my tongue on another guy's asshole. It should have disgusted me but instead it just excited me. So much that I reached around and grabbed Glen's stiff cock and started jerking him off again. I was moving my head side to side in between his cheeks as I continued to lick and probe his hole with my tongue. My cock had been in here an hour ago and now my tongue was working the same spot. How unlike me but it was happening. Glen let out a loud grunt and shot his load on the shower floor. His ass contracted away from me and his legs started to shake. As he was lowering himself down to the floor, he turned so he ended up sitting on my lap. "I don't know what to say. This night just keeps getting better and better," he said between breaths. "And it ain't over yet," I added. I wasn't sure where things might go from here but I never expected this so I better be prepared for pretty much anything. We dried off and went back to my bed. We cuddled up and savored the closeness of our naked bodies. Before we could move on to another round of pleasure, we both peacefully nodded off to sleep. I woke up several hours later. I was not accustomed to sleeping with anyone and Glen's slightest movements would jar me awake. The lamp was still on in the room and I just looked at Glen's smooth body, devoid of any real amount of hair with the exception of his crotch. His cock was lying limp on his right leg. I simply couldn't resist and lowered my hand to take a hold of him. He rolled away from me and was now on his back, still asleep it seemed. His cock did start to respond to my touch ever so slightly. As I looked at it, my mind went back to the night I was drunk and sucked his cock. I still don't remember it but I must have done a good job because Glen did to me what I supposedly did to him and it was the best blowjob I had gotten in a long time. I was drunk again tonight, not on liquor, but on my suppressed feelings for Glen that had come to the surface. I already had my tongue in his ass tonight so why not put his cock in my mouth. . again. I got off the bed and knelt on the floor beside the bed so I was right at his crotch. His cock was still limp so I guided it into my mouth and swirled it around like an over boiled hot dog. Being limp, I was able to take the entire thing in my mouth, my nose buried in his pubic hair. He moved ever so slightly as his cock began to rise. I kept sucking and swirling until it was rock hard. Again, it was soft on the outside and hard on the inside, just the opposite of the Tootsie Roll Pops I used to enjoy licking as a child. This was grown up licking. Now that it was fully erect, I could only take about half of it in my mouth before I started to gag. The second time I gagged I knew Glen was awake. "Easy cowboy, don't chew off more than you can handle," he said as he put his hands on my head and pushed me back a little. Knowing he was awake and was on board with this, I proceeded to give him the best I could. Running my hands up and over his chest, down his thighs and fondling his balls, I wanted to touch as much of him as I could. Finally he stiffened his body and yelled out to me he was cumming. I had tasted a dribble of my own cum but didn't feel I was ready to take as much as he was going to unload in my mouth. I know most guys like to finish in a mouth but that would have to wait until next time. Wait, next time? Oh shit, I waited to long while over thinking 'next time', as his cum cannon shot spurt after spurt of his white salty cum in my mouth. I pulled off but not before I gagged on the amount of fluid left in my mouth. "Here, let me take some of that," Glen offered as he dropped down and kissed me on the mouth, drawing his cum out as his kissed me. I was so shocked by his shooting in my mouth and then kissing me that I didn't respond or pull away. I was frozen like a deer in the headlights; other than to kiss him back. Our tongues fought for dominance in each other's mouths, neither one a clear winner. Glen pulled back from me and looked into my eyes and smiled. "That's one mighty talented tongue you've got there, mister. Somebody is going to have a lot of fun with it," he proclaimed. I was still in shock at my behavior and couldn't say anything. I propped my head up in my hands with my elbows on the bed and just looked at Glen, totally expressionless. "Are you okay, James?" he asked with compassion. "I'm not sure. Can I sleep on it before I answer you?" I asked him. I honestly didn't know if I was okay or not. Passions and unleashed urges can make a person do things they wouldn't normally do. Things they may be ashamed of and regret in the morning or things they may be content or even happy with in the morning. I needed that time to decide which way I felt. I got back into bed and Glen moved in to be next to me. "For what it's worth," he began, "until the day I die, no matter who I have sex with or how many times I do or what I do with them, this night will always be the absolute best night of my life." "That's an awfully bold statement for someone as young as you," I countered. "Guess I have a lot of years to try and top this night, but this will always be declared the winner," he smiled and kissed me on the cheek before falling asleep again. Where did I lose control? I'm the winner and I'm the one in control. But maybe tonight we are both winners. The big question is where will this lead to from here? I received some feedback from YH, among others, who is enjoying this story and told me I needed "to write really fast and more frequently". I took that as a compliment and a testament to his enjoyment of this story. So here it is, only two days after the last chapter was submitted. Thank you, YH.