Date: Tue, 14 Feb 2023 03:21:08 +0000 (UTC) From: Jonathan Subject: The Winner - Chapter Six James takes his next big step with Glen but it ends up being troubling for James. 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 Six When Glen finished cleaning as much as he could, we had sex one more time before he left. This time we enjoyed sucking each other. I was getting used to sucking his cock and was really starting to enjoy it. We lay opposite each other so we could sixty-nine, our bodies making maximum contact as our cocks were pumping in and out of each other's throats. Glen got dressed when we finished and told me he'd be back again on Saturday. I walked him to the door and before he left, he turned and gave me a kiss, on the lips, with tongue. It was very passionate and lasted for a few minutes. He broke the kiss and smiled at me. "I missed you, the old you. But kissing and sucking me, I like the new you even better," he grinned then walked out the door. I closed the door and leaned against it, my naked body giving me a shiver when I made contact with the cold metal door. Or was the shiver from the way I was feeling? Glen was right, this is a new me. Who would have thought a few months ago that I would be sucking another guy's cock and making out with him. Not just any guy of course, but with someone special in my life. And who would have imagined I would actually have someone in my life that was special to me. My phone buzzed just as I was falling asleep that night. I looked and it was a text from Glen. 'Thank you for this morning. Looking forward to next Saturday.' I replied to him, 'Thank you. I still have a smile on my face and can't wait until next Saturday' He came back, 'Sweet dreams.' To which I replied, 'They will, they'll be of you,' We both exchanged smile emogi's and ended our chat. I woke up the next morning still wearing the smile from yesterday. I jumped out of bed and went to make my morning coffee, almost giddy at the prospect of a new day. A new beginning if you will. Sex was now more than just an orgasm and shooting cum. It was having feelings for someone and enjoying their closeness and intimacy. Making sure they were enjoying themselves as much as I was. After making breakfast I took a quick shower. Maybe not so quick as I had planned when my cock got stiff remembering the shower with Glen of yesterday. Closing my eyes, I gripped my cock and began to stroke it with vigor. I also decided to reach back and give my ass some attention with a soapy finger. Sliding it in and out made me cum so fast and hard I almost lost my balance. I laughed out loud as I called myself a pervert for fingering my ass. Damn, it did feel good though. I left my apartment and went downtown to the city park. I hadn't been there since I was a boy. The trees were taller, some had disappeared, some new swings had been added to the playground area but not much else had changed. It was Sunday so moms and dads were everywhere with their children. Young people were playing Frisbee or some other games, laughing and enjoying themselves to the max. I'm usually alone so being by myself this morning didn't really bother me. Although I wish Glen could be here with me to share watching everyone's fun. All my millions, all my power and influence, all my earthly possessions didn't bring me the happiness that these people were enjoying together. The same kind of happiness I felt yesterday being with a young boy I rescued from a gay bar. I sat for hours observing and enjoying my surroundings. My stomach growled letting me know it was past my normal lunchtime. I got up and walked over to a hot dog cart and order two hot dog with everything on them and a drink. Hot dogs? Friday I was eating a hundred-dollar meal at one of the finest restaurants in the city and today I savoring a two-dollar hot dog smothered in all kinds of toppings. Another long forgotten simple pleasure from my boyhood. I walked home instead of calling for a car. I never walk the city streets, takes too much time when I could be doing more important things. But what was more important than experiencing life to its fullest, in public as well as in the bedroom? I woke up Monday still on my emotional high from Sunday. I had a fantastic week, making a shit load of money as usual, smiling and enjoying myself and my new outlook at life. I was looking forward to Brad coming over Thursday evening to deliver my groceries and have some naked fun. I left work early on Thursday to take a shower and be ready for Brad. Again, I decided not to meet him at the door in the nude so I was wearing my sweat suit again. Brad came in with his arms full of my groceries and headed right for the kitchen after a cordial greeting. He immediately started putting away his delivery and was unusually quiet. "Thanks for delivering again after you normal work day. I'm looking forward to another massage, . . . and more," I told him with a smile. "Glad to make your delivery for you. But I have to hurry. My father wants me to get back as soon as possible to help him doing an inventory," he disclosed. "Okay. If you need to get going, I can put this away and you can go help your dad." I understood but was disappointed he wasn't going to stay for some fun. Like I had told Glen though, family comes first above all else. "Thanks Mr. Peterson, I know my father will be appreciative," as he shook my hand and quickly headed for the front door. I finished putting everything away and retired to the living room to watch TV. I was bored and horny so TV wasn't doing for me. I shut off the TV and went to my bedroom and got dressed to go out. I grabbed some food at a local restaurant and then stopped at the gay bar where I met Glen. I sat at the bar and nursed my Scotch, looking around at the other patrons. There were a few that I would have tried to pick up before I lost my predator attitude. One rather unsavory older looking guy approached me and tried to hit on me but I politely declined. Would this be me in another 20 or 30 years? Totally undesirable and desperately hanging around in gay bars hitting on hot guys? Yes, I classified myself as hot. Especially compared to the other guys around me. I finished my drink and left. I entered my apartment and felt lonely. I had never had a problem being alone, actually rather enjoyed it usually. Do what I want, when I want, the way I want. But since Glen and Brad had spent time with me I felt different. I went to my bedroom, got undressed and crawled into bed. I fondled my cock and balls, trying to get it hard and enjoy a nice long stroke off, fantasizing that one of the boys was pulling my boner. For the first time in my life, my cock didn't respond the way I expected. I was holding a piece of limp spaghetti in my hand, flopping lifelessly on my thigh when I let go. I gave up and went to sleep. I woke a few hours lately, sweat running down my body. I had an unsettling dream. Honestly, it was more like a nightmare. I dreamt I was in my apartment waiting for Glen to stop by. I looked out my window and saw my car service sitting at the curb but no one got out. I waited a few minutes and then decided to go down and see why no one got out or whom it was waiting for. As I walked up to the car, Glen was looking out the door window, smiling and waving, as the car slowly pulled away from the curb. I ran after it, trying to grab the door handle. The car was moving slowly but was going just fast enough to stay out of my reach. The car stopped at a red light and I ran to the window, out of breath and panting. Glen smiled and pointed to the front seat. Brad was the driver. He turned his head and grinned at me, flipping his middle finger in my direction. The light turned green and the car drove on. I kept running after it and caught it at the next light. Now Glen and Brad were both in the back seat, yelling something and banging on the window. I grabbed the door handle and tried to open the door but it was locked. They both pointed to the driver. When the driver turned and grinned at me, it was Ramone. The light turned green and the car burned rubber as it drove off and disappeared in traffic. I was left standing on the curb, sweating and in fear for both Glen and Brad. That is when I woke up. The sweat was real but I know Ramone could not be driving the car. Hell, no one was in the car. There was no car. It was a fucking dream! A nightmare! Did this portend an end to my relationship with Glen and Brad? Or more likely was this my damn over thinking brain working overtime in my sleep about Brad not staying around last night? My sheets were soaked with sweat and there was no way I was going to sleep here tonight. I went to my spare room and got into the bed Glen had used several times. I'm sure it was my imagination but I detected Glen's smell on the sheets and the pillow. I crumpled up the pillow and snuggle up with it, pretending it was Glen I was hugging. Several hours later I was awoken again, this time by a painfully hard cock that was spewing cum. A fucking wet dream? I hadn't had one of those since I was a teenager. I had been saving up for Brad's visit so I did have quite a surplus of sperm and it had to go somewhere. I don't remember what the dream was, but I remember it had something to do with Glen. Obviously his scent left in the bedclothes triggered my nocturnal emission. The bed was a sticky mess but I didn't have another bed to move to so I rolled over and went to sleep. I'd deal with crusty cum in the morning. Friday was not nearly as good as the beginning of the week. Brad said he had to go help his father with inventory but I think there was more to it. What it was, I have no idea. Maybe he has talked to Glen and Glen could give me a clue. It was bugging me so I called Glen at noontime. I normally wouldn't call him but I did anyway. The call went straight to voicemail so I just hung up and didn't leave a message. The end of the day finally came around at what seemed like an endless day. I went to my favorite seafood restaurant for dinner. Again my appetite failed me. Pierre asked me if there was any thing wrong with the food. "Nothing wrong, just not must appetite tonight," I told him. "Pardon me for being so blunt, Mr. Peterson, but I think the problem is not with your appetite but with your love life. I've seen it too many times. Get things right in your personal life and your appetite will return," he said offering fatherly advice in a French accent. I took a sip of water and looked up at him as he smiled down at me. "Trust me, I know this shit," he blurted out, loosing the French accent and speaking pure Brooklyn. I spit out my mouthful of water, a look of shock on my face. "I'm Peter on the street," said with the Brooklyn accent, " and Pierre the maitre d once I walk through the front door," regaining his very authentic French dialect. I laughed so hard that tears rolled down my cheeks. "I don't know Peter, but Pierre is wise beyond his years. Thanks for the advice." I was in the car on the way home when my phone buzzed. 'Can you talk?' the text came from Glen. 'I'm in the car, I'll be home in fifteen minutes. That work for you?' 'I'll call then' It was fifteen minutes on the dot when I unlocked my door as my phone was ringing. "Hi James. I didn't want to disturb you if you were working," Glen started. "I don't care what I'm doing, you can call any time you want," I answered him humbly. "I just wanted to make sure we were still on for tomorrow morning," he asked me. "Damn straight we are. I've been looking forward to this all week." "Me coming over to clean or . . ." he asked with a snicker. "Mostly the 'or'" "Great. I'll see you bright and early. I'll try and be quiet if you want to sleep in," he offered. "You can even come tonight and stay over if you'd like," I offered in hopes he might accept. "I'd love to but it would be hard to explain to my parents." That's one of the drawbacks for hooking up with an underage boy. "If I'm still asleep, wake me up." I didn't want to sleep through any of our time together. We chatted for a while until his father called him. My mood was back on a high note again. I turned in early so I'd be up early to meet Glen, meet him at the door naked. I didn't realize how much sleep I had lost the night before with my first wet dream since high school. I was awoken the next morning by voices in my kitchen. They were quiet so I couldn't make out who they were or what they were saying. Looking at my clock I realized I had overslept and it must be Glen in the kitchen. But who was the other voice? I got out of bed and walked furtively to the doorway to the kitchen. Standing at the sink cleaning dishes were Glen and Brad, their naked bodies on full display for my morning viewing. I hadn't bothered to put on my robe and was just as naked as they were. I cleared my throat loudly. "Well, good morning sleepy head," Glen greeted me. "Good morning Mr. Peterson," Brad added. "And a good morning it is when I find two hot naked boys in my kitchen," I greeted them back. "And drop the 'Mr' crap. It's James to you." I addressed Brad "Anything you say, James," he shot back. I moved over behind them and put a hand on each of their asses. "I was only expecting Glen but two is always better than one," as I rubbed their ass cheeks and kissed each one on the shoulder. Glen pushed his ass back into my hand but Brad just stood there, stiffening his body at my kiss. He was standing in my kitchen naked but I don't think he was comfortable yet. "Brad didn't have time to play Thursday night so I invited him to come this morning. I hope you don't mind?" Glen asked. "No, I think it's great." I poured a cup of coffee they had made and sat at the table as the boys worked. A sip of coffee, a glance at Glen, a glance at Brad and my cock another notch stiffer. Damn, I could really learn to like Saturday mornings. I noticed that when I looked at Brad all I saw was a smooth well put together young body. Someone I'd enjoy fucking and having my cock in his mouth. Very desirable to say the least. But when I looked at Glen, I involuntarily smiled and my cock twitched with desire, not just to fuck, but to get up close and be with him. Hold him and make love to him with all the passion I could muster. It was getting unnerving with the differences between the two boys in my mind. Just then, Glen saved me from myself. "The kitchen is done, next to the living room," he announced as he and Brad motioned for me to join them. I sat on the couch, the very couch I had fucked Glen on the morning after we first met. I took him by surprise and ravaged his hole that morning. Remembering the way I treated him so selfishly made my cock start to soften. "Right there, Brad, on that couch is where I decided I was going to stay here as long as I could," Glen said with a grin, pointing to the couch. Brad just smiled and went right back to cleaning. "James had taken my virginity the night before but the morning after sex was incredible," his cock obviously agreeing with his assessment. "It's only gotten better sine then, right James?" Still feeling a twinge of guilt, "Yeah sure, it always get better the more you do something," I said meekly. "What you do to me is not just something, it's everything!" Glen exclaimed. I looked at Brad and saw his face turning red and trying to look away and getting busier cleaning. For some reason he wasn't comfortable with Glen conversation. I couldn't put my finger on it just yet. Glen picked up the feather duster that was in with the cleaning supplies and stuck the handle between his ass cheeks, squeezing it tightly. He began to wing his ass from side to side, dusting the books on the bookshelf. "Like my new method?" he asked. "If that's the way you work, put that down and just call me Dusty," I joked. "I have something better to stick between your cheeks" Glen and I laughed but Brad just smiled a weak smile, continuing to clean like he was on a mission. I'm not sure why he feels so uncomfortable. Does he feel like a third wheel? Is he nervous that he will be fucked and he isn't ready for that yet? Glen said his didn't have much experience but he was really into the massage and mutual jerk off we enjoyed. The conversation had Glen sporting a major hard on. Brad, on the other hand, was flaccid, hanging limp between his legs. That didn't take much away from the appeal of the rest of his hot body. As I've said before, a nice firm bubble butt that would feel wonderful in my hands. A flat stomach and strong chest. Well defined muscles on his arms and legs from carrying groceries and working hard at his father's store. He has a really cute smile with dimples on each cheek. But this morning he hasn't shown much of that smile. I tried to engage him in conversation so he wouldn't feel like odd man out but most of his responses were only one or two words. "The living room is clean," Glenn proclaimed, "Let's move on to the bathroom and make sure everything is clean in there." Smirking he put his hand on Brad's shoulder to lead him to the bathroom. Glen ran some water from the tub faucet in a bucket and said he would clean the sink area and the toilet. Brad was to wash out the tub and shower. He was down on his knees leaning into the tub and scrubbing the sides when I came in. His sight of his gorgeous ass sticking out was more than I could resist. I bent down and put both my hands on him and gently kneaded the soft yet firm flesh. "I want to thank you for all your help this morning, Brad. I'm really glad you came with Glen," I said sincerely. "Not yet, but soon," Glen said with a snicker. I don't know if it was my touch or Glen's comment but Brad's body stiffened up. He stood up and stepped inside the shower to wash the walls, moving away from me. I just smiled at him and complimented his work, not wanting to spook him anymore than he already was. Glen looked over and saw Brad in the tub. Glen obviously didn't catch Brad's uneasiness or chose to ignore it. "Hey, Brad, that's a big job washing the tub and shower all by yourself. I think you need some help," as he motioned me to get in the tub with him. Brad turned his head towards Glen and had a deer in the headlight look on his face. He wasn't ready for this and I knew it. "I have to take s piss first. Maybe then if Brad feels he needs company I can join him," I told Glen, giving Brad an out. "Piss in the tub with Brad. You did that with me before," Glen laughed, grabbing his boner and shaking it. Brad stopped what he was doing and stood completely still waiting to see what I would do. "Pissing in the tub won't really help in getting it clean," as I approached the toilet and relieved myself. "I hate to bail out on both of you but I have a pounding headache. I'm going to get going. Maybe we can do this again next Saturday," Brad announced as he stepped out of the tub. "Maybe I can make it here Thursday night as well, or just leave the two of you to play," Glen offered. "We'll see," Brad mumbled as he went to get dressed and leave. I met him at the door and thanked him again for helping Glen clean. "I'd like to see you Thursday whether we play or not, but if that makes you uncomfortable, you can bring the delivery during the day like before." I told him. "Thanks, but I'll come in the evening. Maybe we play or maybe we don't but I like talking to you and spending time with you." He shook my hand and left. I almost said, 'What, a handshake instead of a kiss' but he was already nervous enough for some reason so I decided not to. I walked back into the bathroom where Glen had already stepped into the tub. "Any idea what was eating at Brad this morning?" I asked. "No. He said he had a great time with you but I think when I told him about us he felt that was too intense for him. I told you he was inexperienced and he wasn't ready to move too fast." "I think the headache thing was just an excuse to leave. Now it's jus t you and I," with lust in my eyes, I rubbed my hands together. "Well get your ass in here with me," he said. He turned on the shower and stood back to give me room to get in. We embraced and Glen brought his mouth to mine. We kissed like it was the most natural thing to do. The shower was warming the outside of my body but his kiss was superheating my insides. This was more, so much more, than just the physical contact of two guys' mouths and tongues. This had passion added in. We kissed for what seemed like an eternity but it was still not longer enough for me. Glen broke the kiss and pulled his head back, looking into my eyes. "Time to get clean," as he reached for the bar of soap and worked up a lather. He started washing me, from my shoulders on down. Of course he spent more time than was necessary to sufficiently wash my nipples. When he got down to my crotch, he gave my throbbing cock a superficial washing, only moving his soapy hand back and forth a few times. The same treatment for my balls. Then taking his time as he tended to my thighs and down to my feet. He had me turn around so he could wash my back. He started at my feet and worked his way up, totally bypassing my ass. "I think you kissed a spot," I mentioned as I cleared my throat. "You're right. I've missed that spot all week long. But don't worry, I'll give it the attention it deserves." The thought of him playing with my ass again made more blood pump to my already stiff cock. Would he put more than a finger in me? I was scared of the pain but excited at the prospect. When he moved down my back towards my ass I bent over to present him with my virgin hole. At least I consider it still a virgin. I don't think a finger classifies as loosing one's virginity. Not unless you were fucked by a midget or an eight year old. But that would involve a cock, not a finger. It might not matter shortly anyway. He parted my cheeks and I felt the now familiar sensation of his finger rubbing my hole and getting me to relax. He slowly inserted on finger, then a second. It hurt, but in a good way if there is such a thing. I was getting comfortable with the two fingers when he pulled them out and asked if I was ready for more. I just moaned. He brought the tip of his cock to me and using his hand rubbed his cock up and down my ass crack. He stopped at his target and began to expert some pressure. My pucker was relaxing and tightening at his attempt to enter me. "Stop!" I commanded him. "Not ready yet?" Glen asked me. "Fuck yes, but I don't want to do it this way. I want to be in bed, on my back, looking at each other," I related my mind's image of how this would happen. I turned to face him and we kissed as the cascading water rinsed the soap off our bodies. We dried off and headed to the bedroom. I had forgotten about the dried cum on the sheets from last night. Somehow that wasn't an issue as neither one of us noticed or would have cared if we did. I got on my back and raised my legs. Glen positioned himself between my upraised legs and moved in closer. Resting my legs on his shoulders, I was able to reach the lube and handed it to him. He put a generous amount in all the right places then brought his manhood to me. I knew it would hurt but I was determined to go ahead with this and not let on how much pain I was in. I pushed out as he pushed against me, the head of his cock breaking through the first barrier. He stopped to let my ass acclimate to his presence inside me. Then he pushed further, getting past all resistance and the full length of him joined with me as one. I smiled a strained smile, not letting on to the intense burning pain I was feeling. Instinctively he knew so he stayed still until I let out a deep breath. "Is this all there is to it?" I asked jokingly. "I thought you might want to move a little." "You mean like this?" as he began to withdraw and push back in slowly. It was still painful but the pain was subsiding as his pace increased. He reached a steady rhythm that was good for me. I started to think about his cock and what it would look like going in and out of me. I looked at his upper body as he rocked back and forth. His hands were rubbing the inside of my thighs, my arms outstretched on the bed. He looked down at me and smiled. I smiled back with a brief smile then the smile faded. The pain had gone away but the pleasure I was feeling was not from the sensations in my ass but rather the thoughts in my mind. Winners are never on the bottom; they are always on the top. Like I have always been. But seeing the look on Glen's face and the pleasure I was giving him by letting him use my body were making me the winner, Glen was a winner also so I guess we could both be winners. Getting fucked was nothing I ever thought I'd be doing. The feeling of contentment I was feeling and the reason behind it was totally new to me. Did I enjoy this just because I was pleasing someone else or was it strictly because it was Glen? "You're over thinking again, aren't you?" he asked. Damn, he has gotten to know me so well. I grinned a goofy smile at him. "Let's get your mind back in the game," leaning forward enough to kiss me while still pumping my ass. His moving forward made his cock enter me at a whole new angle, a much more pleasurable one. My mind was definitely back in the game. So was my cock as it stiffened up with the new sensations inside my hole. Glen picked up his pace and warned me he was getting close. He asked if he should slow down and wait for me to cum. "No, I know I'll be sore my first time so don't make this last too long," I told him. No sooner said than done. He stiffened up and let his load fill my intestines. I hadn't cum but seeing the look on his face as he did and feeling his cock twitch inside me made me feel almost as good as having my own orgasm. He slowly withdrew, some of his cum leaking out and onto the bed. "Shit, we should have put a towel down. I've made a mess of your bed," he apologized. "My fault for not hanging on to it," I came back to him. We both laughed but I laughed longer and harder, knowing that there was already a mess on my sheets. Glen went to get a towel to clean up. I lay there, my mind running at ninety miles an hour. I just laid on my back and got fucked. Me, the one who does the fucking was now the fuckee. Is that even a word? Whatever you call it, I had lost my virginity. I got caught up in the moment and hadn't been planning on this happening this morning. But I had no regrets. After all I had given myself up to Glen. But why did that make it all right? I liked Glen and enjoyed his company. I sure as hell like him sucking me and fucking his tight young ass. But has like given over to something more? Something significant enough to let him take my virginity, a once in a lifetime event? Glen came back into the bedroom with a wet towel and a dry towel. He had already cleaned up himself. He kneeled on the bed and told me to roll over. He parted my cheeks and gently and thoroughly cleaned my leaking ass. I was quiet the whole time he cleaned me up. "I can tell you were laying here over thinking what we did. I shouldn't have left you alone with your thoughts. Any regrets?" he asked tentatively. I flopped onto my back and pulled him on top of me. "Yes, I regret that we didn't do this sooner," and kissed him. "And who's fault was that?" he laughed as we broke our kiss. "I know mine. I should have slept on the couch so you could have jumped on me and raped me while I was sleeping." I tried to look sincere, but I broke out in a huge grin. Glen slapped me on my side and came back for another kiss. We cuddled for an hour, making small talk until it was time to get up and change the bed. It was almost noontime and Glen had to get going. We had reached a new level in our relationship and I had no idea where we would go from here. "So you're just going to fuck and flee?" I asked, half-joking and half-serious. "For now, yes. Maybe another time I'll be able to stay longer, maybe overnight again." Glen suggested. The reality of his comment sunk in. 'Maybe overnight'? He has taken me so far in my sexual awakening and now he is getting off the bus? I was under the naïve impression that going home to take care of his mother was temporary and he would be back with me like before. But now it seems like I am the temporary gig in his life. "What are you plans going forward? Are you coming back to stay here and finish paying off the rest of your debt?" I asked rather bitterly fearing he was slipping away from me. "Is that all I am to you, a debt to be collected? Like the companies you buy, get what you want out of them and then cast the rest aside?" he shot back in anger. Instead of pressuring him to stay, my rude comment was doing just the opposite. In a moment of weakness and desperation I laid my soul bare to him. "It's not like that at all. I miss you and would really like you to be here with me again, like before" I said to him softly. He came to me and hugged me. "I'd like it to be like it was before but things have changed. My family is back together and things are good at home. It's where I belong. But I want to be here with you as well. I still have another year of high school left and then my father wants me to go to college and get a good education so I don't end up like him, my success depending on the whim of some corporate raider." I knew he was right. The logistics of him living with me again just wasn't in the cards. Maybe I should dismantle the company where his father is working and put him out of work again. "I don't want to loose you so we'll have to figure something out, he said as he pulled back from his hug with a tear in his eye. "I better go before this gets ugly," as he turned and left. It was already ugly. Glen was fading from my life and Brad now seemed like he didn't want into my life. Why the fuck didn't I just stay home and jerk off that night I met Glen in the bar. I could still be finding some random guy to fuck and forget then go to work and throw hundreds of people of out of work while I made millions. Why didn't I? Because I needed someone like Glen to come into my life and straighten me out, that's why. Simply being the winner wasn't all it was cracked up to be. There must be more to life. There has to be.