Date: Fri, 17 Mar 2023 18:22:52 +0000 (UTC) From: Jonathan Subject: The Winner - Chapter Nine Glen's father enters the picture and suddenly James life is turned up sidedown. 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 Nine Glen called me late Saturday morning. His father had him cleaning out the basement all morning. "Did he say anything about running into me at the restaurant last night?" I asked nervously. "He did. As soon as we sat down at our table he asked how I knew who you were and how I knew your first name." "What did you tell him?" I asked. "I told him I knew of you through Brad. Brad told me about you buying the building their family store was in," Glen explained. "Did he believe you?" "He didn't have a chance to say anything. My uncle, my mother's brother, was the guy you beat out for the building. The minute he heard you were the guy who out maneuvered him, he went ballistic. He hates to loose a deal. I almost told him you were always the winner, no matter what. But I shut up and let him rant until his wife told him to shut up and not ruin the evening with business. He wanted to go and confront you but my aunt grabbed his arm and made his sit back down," "I was afraid he might do something like that so I left as soon as I could to avoid a confrontation. I'm glad I did," I told him. "You may not have avoided it altogether," Glen warned me. "Oh? What do you mean?" "He told me if I ever saw you in person again I was to punch you in the nose and tell you it came from him," he laughed. "The next time I come to see you I'm going to have to punch you in the face before we make love," laughing hysterically. "Just don't forget, I'm always the winner. So you punch me in the face and I'll kick you in the balls." We both had a good laugh. "Speaking of that, when are you coming over again. I miss our time together this morning," I changed the subject. "I'm not sure. My father had me cleaning the basement all morning and now he wants to start on the garage. I even overheard him talking to my mother about getting some things fixed around the house that he has been putting off for years. I'm starting to get worried that they might be thinking of selling the house or something." "He probably just wants to get things done while he has the time. Now he's back to work full time he's motivated to get the house in order. Nothing to worry about," I lied to him. What a complete fool I have been. Roger is planning on moving the company out to the western part of the state and I'm sure he wants to take Glen's father with him. "I heard him talking to his boss this morning and he was all happy when he hung up. Maybe he got a big raise and is thinking about buying a bigger house," Glen surmised. "I wouldn't be too worried about it until it happens, if it even does," I reassured him although I knew better. Fuck! Why didn't I leave well enough alone. With every deal I make I screw up someone's life. This time it's my life being screwed over. If I hadn't got Glen's father a new job Glen would still be living with me. Or at least I could hope he would. I fixed their lives and now Glen is going to be moving half way across the state and out of my life forever. We had declared our love for each other and everything looked great. Now I'll be back to chasing one-time meaningless hook ups in the gay bars when I get so horny I need relief. Fuck, fuck, fuck! This is not supposed to happen to a winner! I heard a knock on the door the next morning. I went to the door to find Brad standing there with a sheepish look on his face. "Brad, come in. Is it Thursday already?" I asked with a soft laugh. "No, James, it's not," he replied, my joke falling flat. "What brings you around?" "Glen called me this morning. He was crying and so upset he could hardly talk. His father told him last night that they are selling their house and moving to Willow Falls, where ever the hell that is. He couldn't bear to call you so he asked me to come by and give you the news," Brad relayed the message from Glen. "I'll tell you where that is, halfway across the fucking state! It might as well be on the other side of the world as far as I'm concerned. Glen and I will be separated for good." My eyes got red and I began to tear up. Brad jumped towards me and embraced me tightly. "I didn't want to be the one to tell you but Glen begged me. He knew he'd choke up and not be able to talk to you," Brad whispered quietly in my ear. "It's not your fault. If Glen couldn't tell me, I'd rather it be you instead of someone else." "Is there anything I can do for you, James?" he asked. The old me would have given him the obvious answer. Take your clothes off and let's fuck. But instead I rubbed his back as we held each other and told him, "You're a good friend to Glen and to me. Thank you for coming over. I know it must have been hard for you," I said softly. "It's not hard yet, but it could be," he grinned, trying unsuccessfully to lighten the mood. "Thanks but I wouldn't be of much use to you and you'd end up jerking yourself off," I replied. I kissed him gently on the lips and released our hug. "See you on Thursday?" I asked him. :"Of course. If you need company before then, just call," and out the door he went. I felt hollow inside. I had suspected his father might be moving but now it was confirmed. I had lost Glen. But what was with Brad's last few comments? 'It could be hard' and 'just call if I wanted him to come over before Thursday'? My relationship with Glen hadn't even gotten cold yet and he was trying to make moves on me? It was 10:30 on Sunday morning. I went into the kitchen and poured myself a tall glass of Scotch. I swallowed it down and then crawled into bed and pulled the covers over my head to make the world go away. I came to and looked at my clock. The time was 12:15. Shit, I over slept big time. My mind was still foggy and I didn't notice until after I came out of the bathroom that it was still dark. It was just past midnight, not noon. My head was throbbing and my mouth felt like Patton's Third Army had camped in it. I made my way to the kitchen for a glass of orange juice. My condition affirmed something I already knew. When you have a major problem and try to drink it away, the problem is still there the next morning and you feel like crap to boot. I went back to bed to try and sleep off my hangover. The next week was very unproductive. I couldn't concentrate on my work or make rational decisions. Every decision had me second-guessing what the outcome would be. Who would I screw over and how many lives would I negatively affect? Wallowing in my own self-pity and depression had me questioning every thing I did or had done. Maybe I should close my business and find another line of work. I reflected back to my father and his stories at the dinner table how he crushed the opposition in court that day. His opponent thought they had a chance to win the case but my father regaled in delight at the agony that would befall the loser. I seriously don't know how he did it. Or how I did it for so long without realizing the damage I was doing in my quest for the almighty dollar. On Wednesday I received a phone call from Bulldog. "James, this is Bulldog." "Hi Bulldog. What's up?" "I usually don't do this but I wanted to give you a heads up," he started Fuck! Does this have to do with the Ramone incident? Are we going to be in trouble? "I got a request to do a back ground check on you. He said he wanted any and all information I could gather. Your business dealings, your personal life and any legal trouble you have been in. You're a loyal client so if you don't want me to take this on, I tell them I'm too busy to handle it," he offered. I assumed it was concerning one of the mergers I was working on. Frankly I didn't give a flying fuck right now. "I appreciate your consideration but go ahead and take the job. Tell them any damn thing you want about me. Even make shit up if it makes your report sound more thorough," I replied. "Whoa, James, are you okay?" Bulldog asked with concern. "Sorry, just having a bad week. Yes, take the job and do what you do best. I don't have anything to hide from anyone." "I know you don't. Other than being an ornery son of a bitch when you don't get your own way," he laughed. "You must have lost a big deal to be in this mood." If only he knew what I had lost. After I hung up I looked over the deals I had in the works to see if I could figure out who was checking up on me. I had no idea. Whatever! Friday I texted Glen to see if he would be coming over. I didn't think he would but I had hoped he might. He texted back that he couldn't, maybe Saturday. Very blunt and to the point. Friday night came and went as did Saturday morning and no Glen. I just sat around my apartment all day in my underwear. Sunday was a bright sunny day and I resolved to get out of my apartment. Sitting alone all day was not helping my depression. I went to the park to watch the rest of the world go by. I don't know if it was my mood that made me hypersensitive but all around me were people who were arguing and verbally fighting. Couples having a lover's quarrels, kids on the playground pushing and shoving to be next in line for the slide, a customer yelling at the hot dog vendor for not putting enough toppings on his dog. I left and started walking home. I saw the reflection in a store window of two guys who seemed to be following me. Maybe I was paranoid or just used to being careful when I'm on foot in the city. I usually have my gun with me when I go out but decided it wasn't a good idea to carry it in my current state of mind. The next store window I passed I casually looked and they were still behind me. At this point I didn't care if they mugged me or not. Let them do what they will. The third window I passed, I stopped and confronted them. "What the hell do you guys want?" I shouted. "Just keeping an eye on you, Mr. Peterson," one of them replied. "How do you know my name? And what the hell do you mean, keeping an eye on me?" I shouted at them again. "Bulldog said you've been very depressed lately and he didn't want anything bad to happen to you." I was mad that I was being treated like a kid who needed to be watched over. I was overwhelmed that a stone cold killer like Bulldog was looking out for my welfare without being asked. And I was scared that I had sunk so low that Bulldog's level of concern had reached this point. "You go back and tell your boss that I'm fine and he needn't be concerned," I informed them. "Yes sir we'll tell him. Can we continue?" came a deadpan response. These were Bulldog's men and they followed his orders, not mine. If they would kill on orders from him they weren't about to abandon their assignment on my say so. I called Bulldog on my return home and thanked him for the unnecessary bodyguards. "All part of my background check. Had to make sure you were of sound mind," he laughed. "I tell them they are done." The following week was a little better but still difficult to get tasks done in my usual manner. Wednesday I was brain tired and wanted to leave early but needed to finish one last proposal. My secretary came to my door to tell me she was leaving for the day. She quickly returned to tell me a man was here to see me but wouldn't give his name. Normally I would have refused to see someone anonymously but in my current state I really didn't care. She told him to come in. I looked up to see who it was. "Mr. Langstrom?" I said in surprise. I recognized the man as Glens' father from seeing him at the restaurant. "Good afternoon, Mr Peterson. I'd like to talk to you if I may." "Of course, come in and sit down. What's on your mind?" My hands were sweating so badly I didn't dare offer to shake his hand. I felt like a kid being called to the principle's office. Did he come to confront me about having sex with Glen? Or was he here in person to give me a beating, or worse. "I wanted to talk to you about my son, Glen. I was surprised that he knew who you were when we ran into to you at the restaurant. He told me he knew you through Brad but it didn't add up. I had seen Glen being dropped off coming home once or twice by a car service, something I knew he couldn't afford. Too many questions that needed answers. So I looked into your background and then confronted Glen about all of this," he started. So he was the one Bulldog had called me about. I had a really bad feeling this was going to get ugly real fast. "It seems you have been very involved with my whole family and I had no idea. You were the one who got Ramone off our backs and Glen was staying with you all that time when he told me he was staying with a friend. Then I find out you were the person who got involved with Bliss Nail Company and insisted they hire me," he laid out everything he knew. "Yes, but let me explain," I stammered. "I wish you would. Why my son? Why me? Why is my family any of your business?" he demanded to know. I knew if I filled him in on the whole back story that it would clinch the end of my relationship with Glen. When Glen found out what I had done that put his father out of work he wouldn't want anything to do with me. But I had to come clean so I told him everything. Not quite everything. I left out the part about Bulldog and our little problem resolution with Ramone. And of course the sex Glen and I were enjoying. "So you saw my son in a bar and thought you'd take advantage of him and take him home to be your live in boy friend?" he raised his voice. "Nothing of the sort. I didn't like that two bigger guys were going to gang up on him for whatever reason. He was scared and didn't know what to do. My only intention was go get him out of there in one piece. Then one thing led to another and he found refuge at my apartment." "He could have come to me for help, he didn't need you," he growled. "I beg your pardon but you were the one who got him into this mess in the first place. Then you told him to go sell his body on the street to get the money he needed," I snapped back at him. That gave him pause as he realized what a jerk he had been to his son. Then his face turned hard again. "So he traded his body to you for a place to stay?" "No, he didn't want to be a freeloader so he cooked and cleaned my apartment while he was there. He is an excellent cook, telling me he learned from helping his mother. He had a set schedule of how much he felt he owed me and how long it would take him to pay me back," I explained. "You mean the two of you didn't have sex together?" he asked point blank. "That is not for me to say. If you want to know that, ask Glen." I was firm in my answer. "He already told me the two of you were lovers. I just wanted to hear it from you. I see you're still trying to protect him, even from his father." "Glen is a fine young man and I'll do what ever I can for him. He was happy staying with me but when he heard about his mother being injured, he went home faster than a prize winning homing pigeon. He puts family above all else. He showed me about doing the right thing in business and I impressed on him that family is all that really matters in the end." I said, stiffening my resolve. "But that still doesn't explain why you intervened with Bliss Nail on my behalf?" I told him how Glen's situation had made me see first hand the harm my business deals had caused him and his family. Glen's honesty and good morale character had made me determined to correct the grief I had caused and change my business practices once and for all. "And buying Brad's building is another guilt trip? Did you fuck with their lives as well?" he continued on. "No. If your brother-in-law had bought the building Brad and his family would have lost everything they had worked so hard for. I saw an opportunity to help them and to restore an important part of the history and culture of the neighborhood. Plus, to be perfectly honest, I will make money on the deal as well. A win, win for everyone involved," trying to convince him I wasn't the bad person he took me for. "Thank you for your time," as left just as suddenly as he had appeared. I slumped down in my chair and tried to assess what had just happened. I'm usually very good at reading people and knowing what they're thinking. I had no idea if he was satisfied with my explanation or if was going to call the authorities or call a lawyer. Would I ever see Glen again or was this the final straw? I tried to do right and now my whole world was unraveling around me because of it. Maybe I should call my father and give him a heads up that I might need his services. No, not on your life! A winner doesn't go crawling home to his daddy when things go wrong. Even if Mr. Langstrom reports me to the police or sues me, I could suffer the public humiliation much easier than my father calling me a looser. I'm just going to have to tough his one out and see where the chips fall. After an hour or so I decided it was no use sitting here alone trying to put the pieces together so I went home. I was tempted to hit the Scotch bottle again, but didn't want to wake up hung over again. No good ever comes of that. I had a sandwich, missing the real meals Glen would have ready for me when I got home at night. So much will be missing from my life now. I turned in early and tossed and turned for hours before I finally got to sleep. Thursday morning Bulldog called me at work. "Good morning, James. The client who hired me to check up on you turned out to be Glen's father. His name sounded familiar so when I found out who he was I didn't include anything about Ramone. He picked up the report yesterday and said he was going to confront you at work. I hope everything went okay?" he told me. "Hey, Bulldog, thanks for calling. He stopped by to see me. I'm not entirely sure how it went. We talked and he asked me a lot of questions about Glen and our relationship. I answered him honestly but vaguely, not wanting to give him more information than necessary. He is only looking out for Glen's well being as near as I can figure." "He does play it close to the vest. He's a hard guy to read," Bulldog concurred. "If you need anything in regards to him, let me know." "Thanks. I'll just have to see how things play out." I left a little early to be home in time for Brad to come with his delivery. It would be nice to see a friendly face. I like Brad so maybe I should get to know him better now that Glen is gone from my life. I was clearing some space in the cupboards for the groceries when I heard a knock on the door. Odd, I gave Brad his own code to the front door. I went and opened the door and stopped dead in my tracks. Standing at my door were Glen's mother and father. "Good evening, Mr Peterson. I hope we not intruding but I wanted my wife to meet you," he stated flatly. "May we come in?" "Oh, yes, of course. I was expecting my grocery delivery about now and you surprised me. I usually don't get many visitors," as I waved my arm to welcome them in. Just as I was about to close the door, Brad showed up with his arms full of groceries. "Brad, I'm glad you could make the delivery this late. Come in. Glen's mother and father have stopped over." I blurted out before he could say anything. "No problem, Mr Peterson, I glad you didn't mind me coming this late," as he walked passed us to go to the kitchen. I made him stop so I could introduce him to Glen's parents. "So you are the 'Brad' we've heard so much about. We're glad to meet you, son," Mr Langstrom extended his hand. Brad tried to put his hand out under the bag he was holding to shake his hand. I ushered them into the living room to sit down. They sat on the infamous couch where I had fucked Glen so violently the morning after our first encounter. If only they knew. Glen's father started the conversation. "I know this was a surprise but I felt Glen's mother should meet you," he began but was quickly cut off. "Please call me Gracie, Mr. Peterson." "Only if you call me James," I replied with a smile. So far so good. "Keith and I have recently come to understand you've become a very important part of our son's life. And ours as well," as she looked at her husband. "When I was injured and Glen came to be by my side he would often speak of his 'friend' but not revealing much information about him. We assumed he was talking about Brad but didn't want us to know how he felt about him." I unknowingly frowned, not know what she was implying. "I could tell by his mannerisms and the look on his face that his 'friend' was more to him than just a friend. A mother knows these things," she smiled at me. "He is gay, isn't he?" his father blurted out demanding an answer. "It doesn't matter if he is or isn't, Keith, he's our son and we want him to be happy," his mother said curtly to him. "Well, he is, isn't he?" his father asked me directly again. "That's something you'll have to ask him. It's not my place to say one way or the other." I politely replied. "And what about you? Are you gay as well?" he asked. "Keith Langstrom! You have no business asking him that. James, don't you dare answer him," she chastised him. Perfect timing. Brad came from the kitchen and told me everything was put away and he was leaving. He'd see me next Thursday, hopefully at the regular time. That broke the tension. "Thank you for your hospitality, James. We'll be leaving as well," Gracie announced as they both stood and headed for the door. "It was a pleasure to meet you, Gracie. Please come back any time." Why the hell did I say that. That was stupid comment. I would never see them or Glen again for as long as I lived. I leaned against the door and concluded she was as hard to read as he was. She seemed nice enough but they were quick to leave. Did I measure up or was I still a threat to their son. I heard the electronic lock activated and Brad pushed the door open. "What the heck are you doing back here?" I asked him. "I waited until I was sure they had left and had to come back and see what happened. Did everything go okay?" Brad asked me. "I'm not sure. She did most of the talking and then they left. It was so quick I have no idea what they thought." "I heard him say to her, 'See, I told you so' and she just snorted and kept walking. What did he tell her?" Brad wondered. "I'm not sure but I doubt it was good. He doesn't like me at all." "Then he is an asshole," Brad proclaimed as he came in for a hug. "Glen likes you and I like you. That's all that counts." Then he gave me a quick kiss on the lips. "Thanks. I don't think I'll ever see Glen again whether he still likes me or not." "I wouldn't be so sure. But I'll always be here, I'm not leaving you," Brad promised me. "Not tonight, I mean, I have to get home. But you know what I mean. I'm here for you whenever you need a friend." "That means a lot to me, thanks." Brad left me wondering if he wanted to be more than a friend. His reluctance to get too sexually involved might have been because of Glen or maybe he does just want to be a friend. I went to work on Friday still depressed and not sure if Glen was gone for good, if Brad was going to take his place or if I totally screwed myself and would be alone. I went through the day on autopilot, not much caring what got done if anything. I contemplated going out to dinner for seafood but passed it up for lack of an appetite. I didn't need another lecture from Pierre on how to get my life back in order. I got home and decided no matter how shity I'd feel in the morning, Scotch was going to be my only friend tonight. I had consumed half a glass full when I heard a knock at the door. Not the Langstroms again! I opened the door to find Brad standing there hold a box of cereal. He looked past me to see if he could see anyone else in my apartment. "Brad? What's with the box of cereal?" I asked totally confused. "I forget to put it in your order yesterday," he explained. Then he whispered, "I didn't know if you'd be alone so I used this as an excuse to stop by." "Good thinking. I am alone tonight, but why are you here?" "You seemed really depressed last night and I thought you'd be even more so if Glen didn't come over tonight." "Really! You think Glen might have been coming over? Have you talked to him? What did he say? Why hasn't he called or texted me?" I fired off my questions in rapid sequence hoping to find that Glen was still interested in me. "I texted him earlier and he just replied 'Later' and that was it. If he wasn't up for chatting with me I assumed he hadn't been in touch with you. Can I come in?" he asked. "Of course, I glad to see you," as I grabbed his free hand and pulled him inside. We immediately embraced in a tight and lengthy hug. Our hands rubbed up and down each other's backs. I let out a loud sigh and rested my head on Brad's shoulder. His pheromones, the lingering scent of the shampoo on his freshly washed hair, and his physical contact all got to me and made me keep holding him tight. He pulled his head back and directed my head in front of him so he could kiss my mouth. A delicate touch of our lips led to a deeper kiss, open mouthed and lots of tongue. We stood arm in arm just inside my closed door and made out until our jaws were tired. We looked into each other's eyes and enjoyed a few more quick simple loving kisses. "Would you like another massage to ease the tension in your body?" Brad asked quietly and seductively with a wink. "Yes, I would like that very much." Brad took my hand and led me to the bedroom. He knew the way all too well. I stood next to the bed as Brad removed my clothes, one piece at a time. Naked, I lay face down on the bed, my cock semi hard in anticipation of what was to come. Brad stripped quickly and got up on the bed with me. He was prepared for this, having a small body of lotion in his pants pocket. The touch of his bare skin on the back of my legs where he was sitting furthered my arousal. It had been so long since I had contact with another person that it didn't take much to have a profound effect on me. The first touch of his hands on my back send a jolt through my body. "You hands feel so good," I moaned. "I've haven't even begun yet," he laughed. :"Oh yes you have," I giggled. " And so have I," as I had to rearrange my stiff cock underneath me. I closed my eyes and reveled in the feeling of Brad's hands working their magic on my body. I was alternating between moaning and uttering words of encouragement. It didn't matter where his hands went, my shoulders, my back, my sides, my arms, it all got the same response from my neglected body. Suddenly I felt guilty. Was this cheating on Glen if he was no longer in my life? Should I deny myself the pleasure that Brad was giving me in hopes that Glen was still in the picture? Or should I move on and enjoy what is in the here and now? Before I could decide, Brad made the decision for me. His slippery hands groped my ass cheeks and one finger slide up and down my ass crack. Enjoying the here and now it is! His finger lingered on my hole sending shivers through my body. For so long my ass was just exit only but Glen opened my eyes, and my sphincter, to a whole new world of feelings. I was missing that special feeling and was so glad Brad was here to give it to me again. As his finger started to probe me, I moaned and humped my hips up to give him better access. He pulled his finger out and lay down on top of me, his stiff cock pressing itself between my cheeks. He humped my ass for a while until my response let him know I was ready for more. He put one hand between our bodies and guided himself to my entrance. Slowly he applied pressure as I opened up to welcome him in. He was fully inside me, his body lying tight on top of me. Our legs were twisted together. He placed his arms under my armpits and grabbed my shoulders with his hands, pulling me down to him as he pushed up. The weight of his body, the contact with our legs and his hands on my shoulders made for the ultimate contact between the two of us. As he slow pumped my ass, I reached up and took his hands in mine, our fingers intertwined and gripping tightly. Brad was as gentle as Glen had been the first time he fucked me. Slow steady strokes, going as deep as he could then backing out almost completely. He wasn't fucking to cum, he was fucking me for my pleasure alone. The feeling of fullness in my ass made me feel of complete, being one with the boy on top of me. My eyes were closed and my mind went to a million places all at once. Brad had been working me for a long time when I heard his breathing getting shorter and heavier. His body tensed up and I knew he was about to cum. "Fuck me hard and deep! Breed my ass! I want you to give me your load!" I yelled out. "Fuck, here it cums. I'm cumming!" Brad gasped. "Yes, fuck me Glen, fuck me like only you know how!" I screamed as Brad let loose his sperm. I hadn't cum but it felt so damn good I was completely satisfied. As Brad was catching his breath, he spoke up in halting words. "I guess he has that effect on both of us." "Huh?" I asked confused on what he was talking about. "Glen," he said in one word that spoke a whole conversation in itself. Oh damn! I called out Glen's name at the critical moment, the same as Brad had done to me. "Brad, I'm so sorry. I don't know what made me say that," I apologized. "No worries. I know exactly why it happened. The same reason I did." I was in love with Glen. That's why I called him name. Was Brad in love with Glen as well? We both had lost our first love it would seem. "Did you get off?" Brad asked. "No, but it was just as good." "Roll over and I'll finish you off," Brad offered. The Scotch I had before he got here and the euphoria from our sex was enough for me. I didn't want to break the mood. "If you don't mind, I'm just going to lay here and savor the glow. Would you mind showing yourself out?" I didn't want to seem rude, but it was what I wanted. "Sure. Thanks for everything. I'll call you tomorrow?" he asked as he got off me and got dressed. "Not too early, I think I'm going to sleep in tomorrow." Brad left me on the bed and saw himself out. I lay there, my mind jumping from euphoria, to guilt, to exhaustion, with a mild alcohol buzz and a sense of desolation all at the same time. Brad had just given me the best sex I have had in a long time. But in the end it was Glen who I was yearning to have in my bed. Something that I was afraid was never going to happen again. Would Brad be able to fill that void? 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