Date: Mon, 27 Feb 2023 02:22:41 +0000 (UTC) From: Jonathan Subject: The Winner - Chapter Eight Just as James and Glen figure out how they feel about one another, a complication arises that may doom their relationship for good. 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 Eight I was nervous the rest of the day wondering what Glen was going to say to me. I was expecting a contemptuous visit so I dressed very low key in my jeans and T-shirt. Glen showed up right at 7:00 and let himself in. I was in the living room on the couch. "Hi James, thanks for letting me come over," Glen said as he sat on the couch with me. He looked from one end of the couch to the other and smiled, thinking back to our first morning after sex on this very couch. "You know you're welcome here any time, night or day. You still have the code obviously so you can come and go as you like," I told him. "I talked with Brad again this afternoon and he finally told me what happened between you and him. He feels so embarrassed about it. Now he is afraid you will cancel the deal to buy the building out of spite. He thinks he has ruined everything," Glen told me. "Nonsense! I would never go back on my word. The deal is going forward as planned. I was hurt when he called your name, but I'm a big boy and I'll get over it. I was afraid he really wanted to be doing these things with you and not me. When he left, I thought I had lost both of you," I told him timidly. "Why the hell would you think that?" Glen asked with a puzzled look on his face. "Well, you haven't been staying over and you went from living with me to just visiting on Saturday mornings. It seemed like you were weaning yourself away from me." "I had family obligations, that's all. I told you that and you agreed family comes first," he reminded me. "And Brad is so confused right now he doesn't know which end is up." "Brad is also welcome here any time. Not just for sex, but I'd like to talk to him and clear the air. I can fully understand if he has feelings for you. You're an easy guy to fall for," I said revealing my true emotions. Glen looked at me and scrunched up his forehead. "You have feeling for me?" It was time to come clean with him "Yes, it started out as just sex but it quickly developed into so much more. I know you nor Brad feel the same way about me, but there's nothing I can do about that," trying to coax him to say if Brad was right. "I can't speak for Brad, but you're right. I don't have feelings for you, I fucking love you, you dumb shit," he said and jumped on top of me, kissing and hugging me. We made out and held each other tight. I broke the kiss finally and looked him in the eye. "I don't know if it's love I feel. The only thing I ever loved has been money and winning at what ever I do," I confessed. "You've won me over so I guess you can say you love me then," Glen deduced. "It may not be love yet, but it's pretty damn close. Let's go to the bedroom." "I have two calls to make first," he replied. "What calls can be more important than getting naked and making love?" "I have to call Brad and tell him everything is okay and for him to be here in the morning. Then I have to call my father and tell him I'll be staying at my friends house tonight," he smiled his devilish smile. He squeezed my crotch as he reached for his phone. "Go get naked, I'll be quick." A rush came over me like dumping my bag of Halloween candy on the floor after trick or treating. It was all mine and I didn't know where to start. I quickly went to the bedroom and ripped my clothes off, waiting naked on the bed for Glen. Not a full minute had gone by and he ran into the room already naked, striping his clothes off while he was on the phone. He jumped on top of me, poking my balls with his hard cock. "Ufgh, watch where you stick that thing. You almost castrated me," I joked and moved to get comfortable. "If I was going to castrate you, I'd bite you balls off with my teeth," as he dropped his mouth down and sucked my balls into his mouth. He gently closed his teeth around my bag and giggled. "This way." "Get your mouth back up here where it belongs," as I pulled on his shoulders. "It belongs in so many places," kissing the tip of my cock before coming back up to me. I was in no hurry and wanted to make this last as long as possible. Stay awake all night if necessary. I put my arms around his back and he put his on my shoulders. Our mouths met and we gave each other a few quick pecks on the lips. Then a brief full on kiss. Eventually a mouth mashing, tongue twisting passionate make out session. Glen was rubbing his body on top of me, our cocks banging against each other. Our hands went crazy exploring each other, both of us moaning and making obscene noises. We broke from our kiss and looked into each other's eyes. "Damn, James, I've missed you so much. I hate the Saturday morning routine of cleaning, quick sex and then leaving. This is where I belong, right here in your bed. It's just so fucking difficult now." Then dropping back down on my mouth before I could say anything. The next time are lips parted, it was my turn to talk. "I've missed you too. I want you here in my life, in my apartment and in my bed. I'll do anything you want to make it happen." "Less talk, more sex. I have a better way to use my mouth." Glen lowered himself down and grabbed my cock and gave it a stroke or two. "What, a handshake instead of a kiss?" I said trying to sound serious. "If you insist," as he kissed the tip of my cock, licked it up one side and down the other then swallowed it. "I like the way you think," moaning in delight. I maneuvered so we were in opposite directions, our cocks in each other's faces. I placed my mouth over his cock and swirled my tongue around the head. Let me say here and now, I've had my cock in his mouth and his cock in my mouth plenty of times before tonight. But this time was different. This was not just two horny guys looking for satisfaction. This is two people in love about to share in the most intimate love making possible. Some consider anal to be the most intimate, even I did at one time. Not anymore. Sure, it feels great for the guy to top another guy. A warm tight hole surrounding his cock as it slides in and out creating the right amount of friction and caressing by his partner's sphincter muscle to make him achieve an orgasm. The guy on the bottom can enjoy the sensation of a stiff penis moving in and out, occasionally hitting the right spot and if enough contact is made, he might cum as well. But the bottom doesn't really get the full experience of the top cumming. There might be moans, groans and spontaneous outbursts at the moment of completion, but how does the bottom really know it has happened? His ass has been enduring the pumping for five, ten, maybe fifteen minutes of something larger than he is used to so it's highly unlikely he will feel the cum shooting in his bowels, contrary to popular folk lore. The hot warm liquid he feels deposited inside him? It's temperature is 98.6, the same temperature as the top's body and the same temperature as the bottom. No difference. Another folklore shot to hell. I'm not saying anal sex isn't fun. It's awesome. But mutual sucking is far better. Your mouth is so much more sensitive and responsive than your ass. You can feel every little twitch and movement. Your tongue can feel the crown and where the edges stop and the shaft starts. You can taste the precum, more leaking out as he gets closer and closer. Your nose in his crotch, up against his balls, smelling his manly odors. Yours hands are free to roam around his body, touching and playing with his other erogenous zones. You can reach behind him and stimulate his hole to the point of inserting a finger or two. All the while he is doing the same for you. When your attention has finally gotten him to the point of orgasm, there is no mistaken whether he has made it or not. He fills your mouth with his cum forcing you to swallow or let it dribble out the side of your mouth. His salty aftertaste lingers long after his softening cock has slipped from your mouth. Your next kiss will mix his cum with your cum and your saliva with his saliva making for a unique cocktail for the perfect ending to your love making. That's why this is so special, partaking in this exquisite experience with someone you love. And that would be Glen. "I like it when I cum first," Glen spoke up after we had come down from our orgasmic high. "That way I can concentrate on sucking you and feeling you cum in my mouth without being distracted by my climax." "Then you must always like it because you always cum before me. The advantages of youth," I snickered. "In another couple hundred years when I'm as old as you I guess I'll slow down," he laughed out loud. He should have remembered the position we were in. An easy reach for me to give him a hard slap on his ass. "Ow! What's the matter, lost your sense of humor?" as he rubbed his left cheek. "Not at all, I thought that was funny as hell." I moved quickly so he couldn't retaliate. We lay in each other's arms and kissed gently and affectionately for a while. "What did you tell Brad when you called him?" "I told him you weren't mad at him and you expected both he and I here tomorrow morning to clean the apartment as usual," Glen relayed. "Is he coming?" "Hmmm, it's been just long enough since I called him that he has figured out what we're doing so he probably is coming, cumming into his hand as he strokes his cock thinking about us having sex," Glen laughed. "You know what I mean, asshole!" I shot back at him. "He didn't seem so sure. I told him both you and I really wanted him here, not for sex, but just to be here and hang out." "I hope he makes it. He's a nice guy and I really like him," I told Glen. "Oh, you like him? Better than me?" he asked with a smirk. "Yes, I like him. But I love you, remember?" and kissed him again. That small kiss led to another and anther, each one more passionate than the first. Soon we were both hard and rolling around with each other. I landed on my back and Glen's upper body on my chest. He pushed his legs up under mine raising my hips up so he had access to my hole. He shimmied up closer so his cock made contact with me. "You ready for seconds?" he asked between kisses. "Of course." I contracted and released my ass muscles as the tip of his cock rested against me. "If that's not an invitation, nothing is," he giggled, putting more pressure on me. He had enough residual cum and some fresh precum on the tip of his cock to slide inside without any more lube. Feeling him enter me slow and steady was like lying on a beach and having a huge wave wash up on shore and engulf me. Like the wave, he slowly withdrew only to wash over me with passion once more. He continued as steady as the surf in the ocean, moving in and then moving out again. My ankles were on his shoulders supporting my ass. I began to ungulate with him, one wave bigger than the previous one. Finally the tidal wave as he pushed into me so hard he pushed me forward on the bed. He lay on top of me all wet and sweaty, motionless like a clump of seaweed left on the beach from the last strong wave. I wrapped my legs around his body and my arms around his shoulder and held him tight. "Set my alarm clock for January 1st of next year," I purred. "Probably take you that long to recover so you can give me a proper fucking," Glen smirked. I threw him off me and began to tickle him. "Okay, okay. Let a guy catch his breath, will you?" he begged. We snuggled and fell asleep. He never did get his proper fucking that night. Glen woke up first the next morning and was in the bathroom when I heard a knock on the door. I jumped out of bed and pulled on my jeans and T-shirt. I didn't want to meet Brad naked and spook him. I answered the door and he walked in with a look of trepidation on his face. We exchanged pleasantries and went to the kitchen so I could make coffee. "Is Glen here?" he asked. "He's in the bathroom, he'll be right out. I'm glad you came this morning." "About the other night," he started, I want to explain why I left so abruptly." "You mean last Thursday?" "You know very well when it was." "Yes, I do. And that was then, this is now. A new day, a new beginning, a chance to start fresh." Looking him in the eye and putting one hand on his shoulder. "Got it?" He broke out in a smile and put his hand on mine. "I've got it," he affirmed. Glen walked into the kitchen and asked what he missed. "You missed your clothes for one thing," I said, as I looked his naked body up and down. "Oh, sorry. I didn't get the memo on the dress code for the morning," he laughed and went to get dressed. "If I interrupted anything I can come back later," Brad offered. "No, last night was good enough to hold us for a while," I winked at him. His face turned red and he looked over at the coffee machine as it dinged telling us the coffee was ready. Glen returned dressed in shorts and a sleeveless shirt. "Much better," I told him. "I have some papers to review so I'll be in the dining room while you two start cleaning in here." "Yes sir, Mr Bossman," Glen replied with a salute. He and Brad laughed and began to go to work. I went to the dining room and laid out the papers I wanted to study. Roger Bliss from the nail company had sent over a letter he had received from the Federal Highway Commission. "I shouldn't be here, I'm intruding on you and James," Brad said quietly to Glen. "Nonsense. James told me last night he was hoping you'd show up this morning. He likes you and enjoys your company," Glen explained. "If I wasn't here you two would be naked and having fun together." "We had plenty of fun last night. Beside, we have to get our work done and if we were naked we'd be tempted to screw around," Glen giggled. "You've got a hot body." "You'd cheat on James? Wouldn't' he be pissed?" Brad asked. "No. He told me last night that he loved me. And I love him. Anything either one of us do with you is just sex. No emotion involved." As soon as Glen said that he wished he hadn't. He might have hurt Brad's feelings telling him that neither he nor James was emotionally attached to Brad. "I mean, we like you and are glad you're here, but, . . . well, I mean . . ." "Relax, I know exactly what you mean. I enjoyed you and I jerking each other off and then when I gave James a massage and jerked him off. And the blowjob he gave me, fuck that was awesome. I guess the only reason I called out your name is when I jerk off at home I've been thinking about you giving me my first, that's all. I don't envision you or James falling in love with me and making me a boy friend," Brad laid it out for Glen. "We're all friends and when we get horny we can have sex with whoever we want to, right?" "Right! Now let's get too work before James fires us," Brad laughed. When the boys moved to clean the living room, I had a good view of them from the dining room. Damn, they looked hot in their shorts and T-shirts. The shorts were tight on both of them and every time one of them leaned over the fabric was stretched pulling ever so slightly into their ass crack. It was taut across their cheeks and accentuated the shape and firmness of their cheeks. From the front the view was just as good. Brad had on underwear or a jock strap as his cock and balls formed a formidable bulge in his crotch. Glen on the other hand had pulled on his shorts in a hurry and was commando. His cock lay up against his left thigh. The outline showed as much detail as the fabric would allow. The head of his cock was delineated just before the bulge disappeared. I'm a great admirer of the human form. And these boys definitely had some nice form. The muscles on the back of their legs thickening just below their cheeks and sloping back in towards their knees. Their calve muscles tightening and flexing as their went up on their tip toes to dust up as high as they could. The muscles in their upper arms swelling up when they exerted themselves to move the furniture to clean underneath the chairs and couch. Glen knelt down on all fours to pick up a pen that had rolled under the chair. I had a front row seat to his ass, waiting for me to come and fuck him proper. That would have to wait. I only hoped I could wait. I didn't want to spook Brad again so I went back to my papers. When they finished the living room, Glen came and told me Brad had to leave. The only room left was the bathroom. I suspected that was why Brad suddenly had to leave. He didn't want to get cornered while cleaning the bathtub like last time. "Thanks for coming over and helping, Brad. Will you be stopping by on Thursday?" I asked him. "Of course. Do you want an afternoon delivery or an evening delivery?" he asked. "Which ever you prefer. I'll set you up with your own permanent code for the door so you can come by whenever you want." "Wow, that's great. I'll make it an evening delivery," He smiled and left. "I feel bad you have to clean the bathroom all by yourself, Glen. Would you like some help?" I offered raising my eyebrows up and down suggestively. "Sure, I can always use a hand, . . . or two." We stripped off our clothes and we scooted down the hallway. "I'll clean the sink and the counter, you can start with the shower," Glen instructed me. I ran the shower to get the right temperature of the water then began a cursory washing of the walls. I looked over at Glen's naked body and couldn't stand waiting any longer. I lathered up my cock and faced towards Glen. "I've scrubbed as much as I can but there is something here I just can't get off," slowly stroking myself. Glen turned and grinned as came over and joined me in the shower. "I'll be glad to help with that," as he pushed my hand away and replace it with his. My hand moved to his cock, semi hard but not for long. We embraced and began to kiss as we worked each other's cocks. As our passions were rising, Glen suddenly stopped and let go. "I don't think we're getting anywhere this way. It's getting close to when I have to leave so maybe we should just pack it in." I was confused and disappointed at his sudden change of heart. Then he turned to face the opposite wall and bent over slightly, presenting his ass to me. "And I know just where you can pack it in," grinning over his shoulder. I moved over and placed my soapy cock against his hole. I was a little over anxious and just pushed my way inside him. He let out yelp but moved back towards me at the same time. "We're back to rough sex are we?" he said between breaths. "Sorry, I guess I got excited." "Well, you're in now so make it count." I surely did! I grabbed his hips and jack hammered my cock into him, not slowing down until I felt my balls ready to release their load. I held him tight to me and shot my hot cum into him. Shower sex was becoming a nice change from fucking in bed. Easier to clean up afterwards too. We rinsed off and got dressed. "So now that we have both been honest about our feelings for each other, where do we go from here?" I asked, not knowing what his answer would be or if I'd like it. "School will be starting back pretty soon so I can't come over much during the week but I will still come over Friday night and stay over," he offered. "I was hoping for more than that. I know it's difficult but we should try and work out something that would give us more time together. The sex is great but I'd like to think we have more than that going for us." Me wanting more than just sex? What the hell has happened to me? I professed to be in love with this boy, if I can really be sure what love is. And how can that be? I'm straight and straight guys don't fall in love with other guys. Maybe I'm not as straight as I thought I was? Sure, I screwed a lot of guys but they were just convenient holes to get off in. I certainly didn't want to spend any quality time with them. Brad is just a hot boy I'd enjoy sex with and can be comfortable around but I don't yearn for him the way I do for Glen. "We do have more but finding the time to be with each other is something we'll have to work out," Glen said quietly. He embraced me and kissed me before looking me in the eye. "We love each other and love will conquer all." Glen said. I laughed out loud. "That is the cheesiest line I've ever heard." "So I'm not a romantic. I'm good in bed though," as he kissed me again and then headed out the door. He only just left and I miss him already. I want to go to sleep spooning up against him in bed and wake up to his naked body next to me every morning. I want to sit at the kitchen table and watch his ass wiggle as he prances around making breakfast for us, his specialty omelets or light fluffy pancakes. The show is as good as his cooking. I walked back into the dining room to pick up the papers I had been studying. I was going to have to call Roger Bliss on Monday and set up a meeting with him. The nail company might be headed for trouble. I called Roger on Monday and wanted to set up a meeting. He was out of town but would be back on Friday. We agreed to meet Friday evening for supper. I would take him to my favorite seafood restaurant. Glen wouldn't be able to come over Friday night but business came before pleasure. I texted him to tell him. He texted back he had to go out to supper with his uncle Friday anyway. Thursday evening Brad came over and delivered the groceries. He stayed around for a while and chatted with me. The conversation gradually drifted to the occasional sexual innuendo so I was wondering if Brad was looking for more than chat. I just played it cool and followed his lead. I would return a sexual comment for every one he threw at me. I glanced down at his crotch and noticed a bulge growing. Still, I didn't want to push him and spook him if he did want more. Suddenly he said it was time for him to go. I stood up as he did and pulled him for a hug. "Thanks for staying around. I enjoyed your company," I told him. "Me too. I really look forward to our time together. It's the high point of my week," he replied. He gave me another quick hug and headed for the door. I was seriously boned up but I smiled knowing Brad was as well. He had to leave the building and hope no one would notice his hardon. Me, I just went to my bedroom, stripped and lay on the bed to jerk off. As I was about to cum, I said out loud, "This one's for you, Brad!" I spent Friday getting ready for my meeting with Roger. He had gotten a letter from the Federal Highway Commission saying they wanted to take the land his building was on for a new exit ramp off the nearby interstate highway. I checked the current valuation of his property and then started looking for comparable properties on price, location and building size. I didn't find anything even close to what he had now. Ironic, this might put the proverbial nail in the coffin, as it were, for his business. We meet at the restaurant and Pierre escorted us to the table I had reserved, in a quiet corner in the back where there wouldn't be much traffic to distract our meeting. We chatted about this and that while enjoying a fine meal. Once the table was cleared we got done to business. He had a massive amount of paperwork, four times what I had brought. I started by showing him my research on properties in the area and the lack of a suitable replacement for his existing building. "I agree completely. My sister had stumbled across a small company in Willow Falls in the western part of the state that makes reproduction hardware, hinges, latches and the like. She went out to visit them to see if we could purchase wholesale from them and resell the product under our name to expand our customer base. The told her that they couldn't afford to sell wholesale and were just barely getting by even though their products were very good quality and reasonably priced. She asked about their advertising and web presence. They had several ads but no web presence. She then asked them if they would be open to discussing a buy out. She spent the next few days with them, calling me several times a day and by Thursday we had tentatively agreed to a deal with very agreeable terms," Roger told me "That's all well and good but how are you going to be in two places at once. Or is your sister going to manage the hardware end of things?" I asked him. "She fantastic at marketing but would know a drop hammer from a forge if her life depended on it. The government wants the property here so our deal will include buying the property in Willow Falls along with the business. It is plenty big enough for both businesses." "It sounds like it has potential but what about your employees, here and those that work for the hardware company?" I asked with great concern, something I'm now keenly aware of these days. " I think I have that covered. You see I began negotiating with the government as soon as I received their letter. Their offer for our property wasn't all that great, as eminent domain takings never are. To find a suitable relocation in the city was going to cost significantly more than their offer. The local Congressman is up for re-election this fall so I got him involved and the deal all fell together rather quickly. The deal we ended up with would give me almost twice the value of the current building, money for relocating, money for lost business during the move, start up expenses for things like new stationary and having our website redone to reflect our new location. I exaggerated the estimate of down time to be two months. I am offering that money as severance pay to any of my employees who don't want to move with us. I am also going to offer free job training in any field they choose and help with job placement if they opt to stay in the city. All of the current employees of the hardware company will be retained. The extraordinary the lengths you went to getting Phillip a job taught me how important it is to consider our workers with any major changes in our company structure," Roger said as he looked me in the eye and smiled. "We can take care of our people, have sufficient money to buy the hardware business, pay for the move and be back up and running, stronger and better than ever." "Won't the government renege on the deal when they find out you're moving to a new area?" I asked with doubts about his deal. "I made sure to be very vague in my proposal and not get into detail about our new location. They never questioned it, in part due to the Congressman's involvement." "Son of a bitch, Roger. I glad you're not on the other side of the negotiating table from me," I laughed. "So why am I here if you have the deal all wrapped up?" "You're an equity partner and the way you have treated my family, I wanted your approval before we signed anything to make it official." Roger proceeded to pull out spreadsheets showing me the financials of the hardware company, the actual projected costs of relocating, the new marketing campaign and any other pertinent information. He and his sister had done an awesome job in a very short amount of time. "I'm here to help not hinder. It looks like you have all your ducks in a row," I extended my hand to shake his. "Anything you need to help make this happen, just let me know," I offered. Just then I heard a familiar voice call my name. "James!" I turned to see Pierre escorting a small group of people to a nearby table. Two couples and two teenagers. Glen was one of the boys. "Roger?" one of the men said as he looked at our table. "Hi Phillip. Eating out tonight?" Roger asked. "Yes, my brother in law is in town to purchase some property but the deal feel through so he is treating us to dinner before he returns to Texas tomorrow." Glen's father then looked at me wondering who I was. "Oh, pardon my manners. This is Mr. Peterson, a business associate," he introduced me to Phillip. "Nice to meet you Mr. Peterson." Then he looked at Glen and back at me. I was afraid things were going to get awkward with Glen's father wondering how Glen knew my first name. Pierre must have seen the concerned look on my face and hurried the group along to their table. We picked up our papers and I made an excuse to leave for another meeting so I could leave while the getting was good. Later that evening I got a text from Glen that he couldn't come over tomorrow morning. He would call in the morning and explain. I had a restless sleep that night wondering why Glen couldn't come over in the morning. Did his father find out that Glen was sleeping with me? Did Glen give away our secret by calling me by my first name? What the fuck! Roger told me he was moving the nail business out to the western part of the state, a two-hour drive away. That would mean either Glen's father was going to move the family out there as well or he would be unemployed again. Either scenario would undoubtedly remove Glen from my life. We were trying to figure out how to spend more time together and now we'll be separated for good! ** Just a note to my readers: I really enjoy hearing feedback from you. 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