Date: Sun, 19 Feb 2023 16:52:11 +0000 (UTC) From: Jonathan Subject: The Winner - Chapter Seven James is growing confused about his feelings with both boys and their feelings for each other. 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 Seven As much as my personal life was spinning out of control with my relationship with Glen and Brad, my angst had heightened my aggressiveness at work. I was making deals right and left, making me bundles of profits but no real satisfaction like before. Trying to perk up my spirits, I kept reminding myself that Bard was still going to come over Thursday evening so that might lead to something. And Glen was coming on Saturday and made a vague promise to try and meet up more often, perhaps even a sleepover. But the uncertainty was not something I was accustomed to. I didn't like uncertainty. I was always in control and knew what was going to happen before it happened. That's what made me a winner! Thursday I left work a little early to get home and shower and be ready for Brad's visit. I didn't know what to expect but I wanted to be ready in case he was interested in more than just delivering groceries. I didn't want to spook him so instead of my suggestive and easily discarded sweat suit, I dressed in jeans and a pull over top. Casual but not suggesting anything sexual. Brad was right on time. I let him in and we went to the kitchen to put away my order. He seemed in a better mood than last time, laughing and joking. But was still more reserved than before. When we were done I asked him if he wanted to stay and talk or if he had to leave. "I'd like that," he responded as we walked to the living room. Sitting on the couch, there was a long awkward silence, neither one of us knowing where to begin our conversation. "So how was the inventory with your father?" I started, referring to the last time he had to leave abruptly. "I never realized how many items where in the store. I don't know what we're going to do with all of them?" he said quietly. "You sell them. Isn't that the idea of running a store?" I joked. He suddenly burst into tears and fell over to put his arms around me, catching me totally off guard. "What's wrong, Brad?" I asked in confusion. "My whole world is going to hell, that's what's wrong," and another burst of tears and sobbing. "What do you mean?" "The owner of the building told my father he is selling the building to a developer who wants to tear the building down and build a high rise luxury apartment complex. My father has been looking for a new location but nothing has been suitable. Either a less than ideal location or the rent several times more than we can afford. We are going to loose the store for one thing," he got out between sobs. "When one door closes, another one opens. I sure your father will come up with something. But what is the other thing?' I continued. He pulled his head away and looked up at me. He didn't say anything as he collected his thoughts. "You." "Me? Why am I a problem?" I asked perplexed. "I like you, I really do," "Well that's not a problem, I like you as well," I told him honestly. "No, I mean I really like you. You easy to talk to," he explained. "Thanks, but I'm not about to stop talking or listening." "I like you in more ways than that," he went on. "You mean like the massage you gave me? And what followed?" I pressed him. "Yes. That was incredible and I was looking forward to more of the same." "I feel the same way. So that's not a problem." "It is. As much as I like you, Glen really loves you and I can't get in his way," he started sobbing again. "You may think he is but I'm not so sure. He only visits one a week and said he isn't sure what the future holds for us. I don't consider that love," I revealed to him. "He may not let on to you, but you're all he talks about. He is so intense in talking about what the two of you do and how much he looks forward to being with you." "That is probably just lust and not really love," I told him, knowing full well what I felt for Glen was more than just lust. "That's why I left Saturday. I enjoyed being around you and helping Glen but I didn't want to get in his way." "He didn't seem like he wanted you to leave. Maybe the three of us should sit own and talk. I don't want any hard feelings between us," I offered. Brad pulled his head back again and wiped his face. He looked me square in the eyes. "Yes you do! You want hard feeling between all of us," he said firmly. I was about to say something when he broke into a smile. I totally missed his sexual innuendo. Brad was back. I let out a little laugh. "There is certainly nothing wrong with that, is there?" I asked, tongue in cheek. He smiled again and laid his head back on my shoulder. "Just not tonight, if that's okay," he asked quietly. I hugged him tightly and started to rub his back. "This is fine, just like we are," I told him sincerely. He moved his head and gave me a quick kiss on the lips then put his head back on my shoulder. If Glen wasn't sure about our future, maybe Brad and I had a future? Was I considering settling for second best. Not that Brad was second best. At this time and moment, my feelings for Glen were much stronger for him than for Brad. I had backed away from business deals because I knew I couldn't get what I wanted but this was no business deal. This was about real people and more importantly, about me. And I wanted Glen, first and foremost. After quite a while of holding each other in silent support, I broke the silence. "I'm sure you and your father will find something and be okay," I reassured him. Brad sighed and took a deep breath, then opened up to me. "It's not just a job or about the money. My grandfather started the store when he was a young man. It was much smaller then and catered primarily to the people living in the ebuilding. Back then it was called the Archmont Arms. It was a very elegant hotel with well to do people patronizing the hotel. Over the years our store expanded while the building fell into disrepair. It became a place for elderly and low-income apartments. I have nothing against them, most of them are very nice people. The rents they pay didn't allow for any major repairs to be made so it continued to slowly decline. That's why the current owner wants to sell. I don't blame him but I had planned on being the next Taylor to step up and run the family business. Now my dream will be destroyed, just like the building." He started to tear up again despite trying to hold his emotions in check. "The wrecking ball hasn't swung yet so there is always hope. In the mean time, if there is anything I can do for you or your father, just let me know," I offered. "Why don't you buy the building and save it," Brad said with a quiet laugh. "Seriously, though, just letting me come over and being here for me is big. I didn't want to burden my father talking to him. It would only make him more depressed. And Glen only talks about you, nothing else." I pulled his face towards me and planted a delicate kiss on his lips. "I'm here for you, any time and in any way you want me," letting him know he wasn't alone. "Thanks. That means so much to me. I better get going. Until next Thursday? I'm not sure how many more Thursdays we will have." "If you not bringing groceries, just bring yourself," I smiled and gave him another kiss on the lips. He grabbed my head so I couldn't pull back and the little kiss of affection turned into a passionate tongue dance. "Thanks again," he said as he broke the kiss and stood up to go. "No thank you. Thank you for the kiss and the hardon you just gave me," I laughed. "Don't tell Glen," holding one finger to his lips. After he left, I went and changed into something more comfortable. Actually, I got naked and lay on my bed to deal with the boner Brad had left me with. I was slowly jerking my cock thinking about what Brad had said about Glen being in love with me. Was I in love with him? My mind flashed back to the two of them naked in my kitchen last Saturday. Initially I was concentrating on Glen and his beautiful backside. But just as quickly, my mind switched over to Brad and the image I had of him with the two dimples in his ass. I was deep in thought over which one aroused me more when my cock shot off without warning. "Damn Brad, thanks for that," as my cum shot up all over me. I cleaned up, had a quick bite to eat and went to bed for the night. I began to think back to the joke Brad had made, why didn't I buy the building. I had only been in their store a few times when I needed something I didn't want to wait for until my Thursday delivery. I do remember the high ceilings with embossed metal panels. Very inefficient in today's costly heating environment, but none the less still stately. The building columns spaced around the interior were topped with very ornate capitals, a throw back to the days when every building had a character and personality of its own. The facade of the front of the building was topped off with long an intricate and long ignored cornice, which most of the fine detail wasn't noticeable from street level. I decided right then and there that this building must be saved, for Brad and his father and for the architectural significance of its design. The next morning I was up early, energized by the quest to save the Archmont Arms. I had no idea how I would do or if it was even possible. Or what the hell I would do with it if I did purchase it. But I owed it to Brad to try. I contacted the present owner and told him I was interested in buying the building. He told me he had a verbal agreement with a buyer already. I told him I would not only match the other offer but also add ten percent over and above that. "I'm sorry, I already gave my word to the other party. They will make way for some brand new apartments," he told me. "You have no interest in saving the building and just making a quick buck by selling it. So I'm going to increase my offer to match theirs and add twenty percent," I countered. "You don't even know what they have offered me so I doubt you are sincere or able to do this deal anyway. They have offered me $15 million as is," he smirked. "Okay, I will make it an even $20 million, as is," I countered. "I can give you the name of my bank and the person to contact to have a check ready for tomorrow if you agree," I countered. He scratched his chin and thought about my offer before replying, "I'm sorry, but I have to stand with my original deal. But thank you for a good laugh. In a month's time the deal will be done and this building will be history" As he turned to walk away, I blurted out, "You're not as sorry now as you're going to be! It already is historyand I'm going to save it!" I went right back to my office and put some of my best people to work to dig up the history of the building, who might have stayed there in it's heyday and any other significant facts about the building. When they had gathered as much information as they could, I contacted the local historical commission and asked what it took to get a building on the Historical Register to protect it from being demolished. Together we pushed hard to get the building listed on the local, state and federal registers. The local commission used every trick and loophole at their disposal to get it done, even without the current owner's consent. When he found out, he stormed into my office yelling and threatening me with a lawsuit, physical violent and anything else he could think of. His buyer backed out of the deal when he heard he couldn't demolish the build as he had planned. "You scuttled my sale! You better make good on your last offer you gave me," he demanded. "That was before I knew the building had to be preserved. That will be very expensive so my current offer if $7 million, take it or leave it," I told him as he pounded my desk and demanded I stick to my deal. "You were the one who got it on the registers! I want my money you promised in our last conversation!" he screamed. Very calmly, I reminded him of our last conversation. "You said you were very sorry you wouldn't sell me your building. I told you that you weren't as sorry as you were going to be. Am I right?" I snickered. I threw a purchase and sale agreement at him that I had my legal team write up with the $7 million dollar price. "Sign this and you can leave with a check. Walk out now and my offer goes down with each passing day." "You'll hear from my lawyers!" he screamed at the top of his lungs. He stormed out without signing and without a check. He came back two days later and wanted to sign the agreement. The new price was $6.8 million. He fumed and mumbled under his breath as he signed and left my office. I was so giddy, I left my office and went right over to see Brad and his father. "Hi James, what are you doing here? Did I forget something on your order last week?" Brad asked as I walked in. "No, I just wanted to talk to you and your father. Is he around?" "Yes. He's in back packing up some stuff we don't use everyday. It's been depressing watching him sort through things and bring up so many happy memories. Dad! James, I mean Mr. Peterson is here to see you!" Brad yelled towards the storeroom in back. "Oh, hi Mr. Peterson. What can I do for you?" his father asked as he walked up and shook my hand. "I wanted to stop by and tell you that there were going to be some changes made around here," I looked at Mr. Taylor. "This building has been sold." "Tell me something I don't know. Two generations of hard work down the drain. I thought it wouldn't happen so quickly but I knew it was coming." "When I make up my mind to do something, I don't waste time," I smiled. "You? What do you mean?" Mr. Taylor looked confused. "At the insistence of your son, I bought the building and am going to restore it to its original splendor." Mr. Taylor grabbed the counter to steady himself. "WHAT THE FUCK!!! YOU BOUGHT THE BUILDING??" Brad yelled as he jumped up and down. He ran to me and gave me a hug, resisting with all his will not to latch onto me and lock lips with me. "I don't understand, Mr. Preston, we were told the buyer was going to demolish the building and built a brand new apartment complex. But Brad 'insisted' you buy it?" "Brad told me the pending sale and then suggested jokingly that I should buy it so the Taylor family store could continue its fine family tradition of serving the community." "Just that simple?" Mr. Taylor asked. "Well that and I didn't want to find a new place to purchase my groceries. None of the other stores have such a great delivery service," I said winking at Brad. "The empty store front next door is available if you want to expand. I can renovate that first, then you can move in there will I get this part renovated. I plan of restoring the Archmont Arms back to its original glory. How does that sound?" "This isn't a prank, is it Mr. Peterson?" he asked with some skepticism in his voice. "As your new landlord, you'll soon find out I never joke where money is concerned," I said with conviction. "This sounds all to good to be true. But speaking of money, how much will the rent increase be? The current owner goes up five percent every year and I get nothing more for it. With additional space and all the work you'll be doing, I may not be able to afford to stay here anyway." "If you do take the additional space, you'll have to buy more inventory, more fixtures and hire more help. I don't want you to be cash poor so let's keep the rent where it is for the next five years then increase it a small percentage each year. Does that sound agreeable?" I proposed. "I don't know what to say?" Mr. Taylor replied. "Don't be a damn fool, dad, say yes for Christ's sake before James comes to his senses!" Brad threw in. We all laughed and Mr. Taylor and I shook hands. Some of his employees had gathered off to one side when they heard the commotion. Mr. Taylor went over to tell them all the good news. Once he was out of eyesight, Brad grabbed me and gave me the passionate kiss he wanted to earlier. "I can't wait until this Thursday. I want to start to show you my appreciation for bailing us out," he winked. :"This is a business deal, you're not an indentured sex slave. Don't get the wrong idea," I cautioned him. "I know. But now I won't be so worried and I can concentrate on being with you, the two of us together," as he gave me another hug. Mr. Taylor met me at the door as I was about to leave. "I don't know how I can ever thank you for doing this. Brad has always spoke highly of you but I had no idea you were such a philanthropist." He commented as he took my hand and squeezed it. "I'm not. I'm a very shrewd businessman who knows a good deal when I see it. I'm save a grand old building, save your family business and make a bundle of money in the process," I explained. "I noticed you mentioned making the money as the last of your goals," he smiled. I smiled back at him and bid him a good day. I had spent so much time on this that I hadn't had a chance to dwell on Glen and where our relationship was headed, if we did indeed have a relationship. I know it was difficult for him to get away and make more time for us but I was willing to do whatever I could to make it happen. Thursday came around and Brad showed up with the groceries. It was a particularly warm summer evening and he was dressed accordingly. A sleeveless T-shirt and a pair of skimpy athletic shorts. A lot of skin showing to my delight. My apartment was cool with the A/C cranked up. That didn't stop him from complaining about the heat and pulling off his shirt. The cool air hitting his sweaty chest made his nipples stand up proud and stiff. As we put away the groceries Brad would bump into me or move up against me, more on purpose than by accident I believe. He would apologize and I would smile at him. We were almost finished when I spotted a bulge in his shorts. Not a just small bulge but an unmistakable boner. "There, that's done," Brad noted. "Aren't you hot with all those clothes on?" he smirked. "I am hot, but it's not the clothes making me hot, it's you!" as I grabbed him and pulled him in for a deep kiss. Our tongues were going wild inside each other's mouths, driving our passion as our hands ran over each other's bodies, rubbing and groping and pushing our urges to a new high between us. We broke our kiss so Brad could look me in the eye. "I think I'm ready to take the next step, if you are?" I took his hand and placed it on my rock hard cock straining to be set free from my jeans giving him the answer he was looking for. A quick peck on the lips to seal the deal, then leading him to the bedroom. We stood looking at each other, my hands on his shoulders and his hands holding my waist. I leaned in for a few brief kisses then slowly began to undress him, admiring his hot body that was soon to be my new playground. I ran my fingers over his smooth chest, playfully pinching his already hard nipples. Moving down to his happy trail, I undid his shorts, getting them over his stiff cock pointing straight out and let them fall to his ankles. As I suspected he was going commando. Looking at this naked Adonis before me took all the self-control I could muster not to throw him on the bed and ravage his body. I knew I had to take it slow with him so I waited for him to undress me. He had no such self-control. He pulled my jeans off like a ten-year old kid tearing open presents on Christmas morning. We pulled each other into a tight hug, wildly running our hands over each other as we wiggled and rubbed our bodies together. Brad picked up one leg and wrapped it behind me pulling our cocks together, thrusting and pushing for maximum pressure. "Your tongue is hot but I want something else of yours in my mouth," Brad said as he put his leg down and pulled me to the bed. He pushed me on my back and crawled up between my legs. "I've been wanting to do this for a long time and I'm glad you're my first," as he grabbed my cock and stroked it a few times. "You've never sucked a cock before?" I asked, not knowing the extent of his experience with men. "You're the first guy I even kissed." "You and Glen must have done something together" I assumed. "No, every time we talk about this and he gets horny, he just starts talking about you. We end up jerking off together, but that's all that ever happens. I think he is thinking it's your cock in his hand, not mine." Suddenly I was feel guilty. Glen was thinking about me and not Brad and wouldn't go any further than a jerk off session. The massage and jerk off that Brad gave me was hot so maybe I should keep it at that. Glen was growing more distant it seemed and Brad was here and hungry for more. Again, over thinking the situation when I was jarred back to what was at hand. Or should I say at mouth as Brad stuck out his tongue and licked the tip of my cock. "The first taste was divine, I can't wait to see how much better it gets," licking the precum off my cock. He held the base of my manhood firmly pointed at his mouth and dropped down on me, his teeth raking over my skin. "Ow! Cover your teeth!" I shouted abruptly. "Sorry, I guess this isn't as easy as it seems," he shyly replied. "It's easy, just take your time and cover your teeth with your lips," I instructed him. He slowly took me back in, being careful to cover his teeth. He went too deep and started to gag and pulled off completely "Easy, I told you. Don't take so much at once. Let your mouth and your throat get used to it." He swallowed about half of me this time. I thought he was goofing around when he started to blow on my cock while in his mouth. After a minute or so, I realized that he thought a 'blow job' meant blowing on someone's cock. "This really is your first time, isn't it?" I asked him. "Guess that's pretty obvious, isn't it?" he answered quietly. "I suck at this. Oh wait, that's what I'm supposed to do, isn't it. Suck on it, not blow on it, right? Damn, I'm stupid" My boner was starting to soften a little and I was afraid another botched attempt would make me loose my hardon and make him feel worse than he already does. "No one's first time is perfect. You just need some guidance that's all. Let me show you how to pleasure a man," as I moved around and pushed him on his back and I got up between his legs. He was already hard but I wanted this beautiful specimen of a youthful cock to be as hard as I could make him. I rubbed the inside of his thighs, running my hands up to but not touching his balls. I ran my hands up the topside of his legs, over his hips and around the area above his crotch. His cock was definitely responding to my touch. Every time I came close to it, he would twitch and it would jump a little. I pushed his cock back towards his stomach and licked his ball sack. Taking one testicle at a time into my mouth, I gently tugged it and rolled it around as best I could, first one and then the other. I moved from his balls up to lick the underside of his shaft. I took a hold of the base and held it straight up towards the ceiling. Before I got to the tip, a drop of precum rolled down the side of his shaft and onto my tongue so I licked the tip clean. Brad was moaning and moving his hips from side to side, begging me to suck him. I swirled my tongue around the head of his cock and then slowly lowered my mouth over him. His hands grabbed the sheets beside him and curled up into fists at the new sensation of having his cock in someone's warm wet mouth. "Oh hell yes, suck me, suck me hard and deep," he screamed. Who am I to disappoint him. So I did. I took as much of his cock as I could. I knew he wouldn't last long, being his first time, so I used every trick I could while I could. I stayed down and used my tongue to massage his cock, then pulled back and bobbed up and down, sucking deeply. I pulled up and applied pressure with my tongue to force his cock against the roof of my mouth as I went back down. It didn't take long at all and he announced he was bout to cum. Thrusting his hips up in the air and grabbing my head to hold me in place, he shot his load as he yelled out. "Fuck yeah, Glen, take my cum and swallow all of it!" I froze, my mouth motionless on his cock as he expelled the last few drops of cum. He had called out Glen's name while I was giving him his first blowjob? What the hell! "Oh fuck, that was even better than I had ever imagined," he proclaimed. I looked at him, not sure what to say or how to react. Up until he called out Glen's name everything was perfect. Better than I had imagined it would be to suck his young cock. But then it to went to shit quickly. Brad looked at me with a confused look. "Didn't you enjoy it?" he asked I didn't want to answer him. "Is something wrong?" Then it dawned on him. "Shit! I called out Glen's name, didn't I? Oh James, I so sorry. I didn't mean to, I don't know what came over me," his face turning bright red. "It's just that, . . . what I mean is, . . . well, . . ." He couldn't explain why he did it and it didn't make any difference if he could. It was obvious that he had feelings for Glen and I was just a substitute. But wasn't that what Brad was to me? I had feelings for Glen, but I was in bed with Brad because Glen wasn't available. Last week he had confessed to me that he had feelings for me in more ways than just being friends. I think if that is so, he has stronger feelings for Glen. Brad got up and got dressed in silence. Neither one of us knew what to say to make things right. I sat on the edge of the bed, still admiring his body and feeling like shit. Brad finished dressing and headed toward the bedroom door. "I'll let myself out," he said with his head lowered and not looking at me. "We should talk. Call me tomorrow?" I offered but still no idea of what we could talk about. I didn't want to talk now but I didn't want this to be the end of our friendship, if there ever was one. "Sure, whatever," came his mumbled reply. The evening that had started out with some much potential and had ended in complete disaster. I got a soda and washed the taste of cum out of my mouth. But it didn't wash the bad taste of what had happened out of my head. Right now I longed for the days of fuck them and forget them with no emotions involved. Emotions had firmly established a place in my sexual life now and there was no way of going back. I had to man up and face the challenge if I was to be the winner in all this. The next day Glen called me at work. It was unusual for him to call instead of texting to I knew it was serious. Were he and Brad to become a thing now and I was odd man out? Was he pissed that I sucked Brad last night? Damn it, Peterson, stop thinking and just take his call.' "Hi Glen." "Hey James. I talked with Brad this morning and he tried to tell me about being with you last night but he was vague on the details. He was pretty upset though. Did you push him too far? I told you he was inexperienced." He went on with his concern for Brad. "No, I didn't do anything out of line. He was having a good time but then I think the post orgasm let down hit him. You should ask him why he shut down," I answered back not wanting to get into details. "I'll try to talk to him again but he seemed reluctant to open up to me. Can I come over tonight instead of tomorrow morning?" "Of course. Are you planning on staying the night?" I asked with hope. "Probably not. I want to get all this straightened out, that's all. See you at 7:00?" "Sure, I'll be looking forward to seeing you," sounding too needy. No answer, he just ended the call. Glen sounded more concerned with Brad than he was with me. I hadn't wanted to tell him about Brad calling out his name for fear Glen would realize that Brad had feelings for him. Maybe Glen had stronger feelings for Brad than me? Glen's call had an ominous tone to it and I wondered if tonight would be a visit to end everything between us. Had I lost both of them with one evening of misguided passion? 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. And some just like to tell me how much they are enjoying my tales of sexual adventures. So whatever the motivation, I will get back to anyone who writes as soon as I can. Thanks for following.