Date: Wed, 5 Sep 2001 16:33:06 -0700 (PDT)
From: Avatar One <ankh_one@yahoo.com>
Subject: What If? Part VI

What If?  Part VI
An Original Series by Ankh_one


	Kurt was gently awakened by sunlight shining in his
face and the delicious smell of bacon wafting upstairs
from the kitchen.  For a minute, he was disoriented
and not sure where he was.  Kurt then remembered that
he had agreed to spend the night with Brad after
Brad's tearful request.  Kurt reflected for a moment
on the complexity of the situation in which he found
himself.  On the one hand, Brad seemed like so many
other gay men who were eager to find their next mark,
only to forget his name soon after orgasm.  But Brad
had also shown his vulnerability and even a sense of
self-loathing when he broke down the previous evening.
 Brad was definitely hiding something and it had to do
with the reasons for him moving a short time ago.

	Kurt decided that he wasn't going to resolve any of
these mysteries while lying in bed, so he got up.  He
looked around on the floor for his clothes and found
only a pair of shorts.  With a smile on his face, Kurt
remembered that his shorts were the only clothes that
he had on when he came to Brad's house last evening.
Without boxer-briefs or a shirt, Kurt felt like he was
a slut, but then he realized that if he were a slut,
he would have had sex the night before!

	Kurt walked down the stairs and saw Brad busily
preparing breakfast.  Kurt stopped for a minute and,
noticing that Brad did not know he was there, Kurt
took a long look at the sexy man in the next room.
Brad had on his usual morning attire: a pair of skimpy
jogging shorts and no shirt.  Kurt admiringly studied
Brad's chest and liked the muscle tone and trimmed
chest hair.

	"Oh, how I would like to bury my face between his
pecs and stay there forever," Kurt thought.  He also
noticed that his cock began to harden and, about that
time, Brad noticed that Kurt was standing there.

	"Enjoying the view or just shocked that a guy like me
can cook?" Brad asked with a smirk on his face.

	Before Kurt could answer, Brad said, "Come on, Kurt.
Sit down and eat before your eggs get cold."

	Kurt sat down in the breakfast nook that was adjacent
to the kitchen and was pleased to see a full breakfast
spread: eggs, bacon, fried potatoes, juice, and toast.

	"How can you eat all this stuff and..." Kurt trailed
off.

	"And maintain my girlish figure?" Brad finished
Kurt's question with a laugh.  "Well, first of all, I
don't want a girlish figure and secondly, I only make
a big breakfast on Sunday."

	Brad sat next to Kurt and began eating.  There was an
awkward silence between them that was broken only when
both Kurt and Brad reached for the plate of toast at
the same time.  Their hands touched and they looked
deeply into each other's eyes.  After a few seconds,
Kurt broke away and apologized.

	"Kurt, I know that this situation is a bit weird.
After all, how many guys hit on you and then cry on
your shoulder?  And, how many guys ask you to spend
the night with them and nothing sexual happens?" Brad
asked with his characteristic smirk.

	"You always seem to be sarcastic, don't you?  It's
like a defense mechanism that gets you out of a tough
situation," Kurt replied.

	Brad hesitated and then said, "Whew!  You really do
know how to read me, don't you?  I've always wanted to
believe that my 'defense mechanism,' as you call it,
was part of my charm.  But, it's my warped way of
getting uncomfortable things out."

	"Look, Brad.  I don't think any less of you for
showing me your vulnerability.  In fact, it's just the
opposite.  I think you're a lot more complex than I
had originally thought."

	"Is that a good thing?" Brad asked.

	"Yes, it's a good thing," Kurt replied and smiled.

	After gorging themselves on the breakfast feast, Brad
got up from the table and started stretching.  At
first, Kurt assumed that this was a ploy on Brad's
part to get Kurt  horny and up to the bedroom for some
action.  But Brad truly was stretching in anticipation
of his morning run.

	"I have to do four miles today to work off all of
those calories.  Care to join me?" Brad asked.

	"No, running is not my thing."

	"Well, you must do something to keep your body
toned."

	Kurt replied, "Despite my tan, or lack thereof, I
enjoy swimming.  It's a good workout and more
importantly, you don't sweat."

	"Ahh, not into sweating?" Brad asked.

	"No, it's just that if I am going to sweat, I want to
have fun while doing it," Kurt replied with a gleam in
his eye.  His covert sexual comment was unintentional
but it did not go unnoticed by Brad.

	Brad smiled and said, "Well, then, why don't we both
go exercise and get this day started.  And by the way,
if you feel like it, you can stop by later and soak in
my hot tub.  And I promise, I will keep my hands to
myself!  I'd say 'Scout's Honor,' but we know what an
anti-gay group the Scouts are."

	Kurt laughed and said that he'd consider the offer.
He thanked Brad for the breakfast and started off
toward his house.  Brad ran by and winked at him, and
Kurt found himself lustfully staring at Brad's ass
again.

	"Down, boy!  You haven't quite figured out if he is
being truthful about not wanting any more hook-ups,"
Kurt thought.

	The rest of Sunday passed uneventfully for Kurt.  He
went to the gym and did his laps in the pool.  But he
could not get Brad out of his mind.  One of his
friends at the gym noticed and asked him if anything
was wrong.  Kurt replied that he was fine and that he
was just preoccupied.  Kurt finished his swim and
realized after he had gotten out of the pool that his
sunburn was practically healed.  The chlorinated water
had not even bothered his back.  Kurt made a mental
note to find out what was in that homemade ointment
that Brad had used.

	After doing the normal laundry and cleaning chores,
Kurt decided to take a break and sit on his front
porch.  After a few minutes, he saw Brad's car coming
down the street and then turn into his driveway.  Brad
stuck his head out of the car and said, "Hey, Kurt.
How about that hot tub soak now?"

	"Sounds good.  Let me get my suit," Kurt replied.

	"Ok, come on down when you're ready.  By the way, the
hot tub is on the deck in the backyard.  See you in a
few minutes."

	Kurt went to his bedroom and pulled out a pair of
black Speedos.  He grabbed a towel from the bathroom
and headed off to Brad's house.  He walked around back
and saw the hot tub but there was no sign of Brad.
So, Kurt decided to go in through the back door and
change into his swim suit.

	Kurt quickly found the downstairs bathroom and took
off his clothes.  He caught a glimpse of himself in
the mirror as he was tying the strings of his Speedos.
 "Not bad," he thought as he looked at his body.  "You
just need to get some sun!"

	Kurt folded up his clothes and left them in the
bathroom.  As he opened the bathroom door, Kurt saw
Brad walking toward the back door.  Brad turned to see
Kurt and started to laugh.  They both had black
Speedos on.

	"Great minds think alike, I guess," Brad said.

	"Yes, but which head did the thinking?" Kurt asked
and smiled.

	"I'll just leave that comment unanswered," Brad said
with a smirk.  "Let's get wet."

	Kurt and Brad settled into the inviting water of the
hot tub and relaxed.  The hot tub was built for four
people, but both Brad and Kurt were taller than the
average man.  While they had enough room if they
remained still, they would brush up against the other
if one of them decided to move around.  Both of them
noticed this predicament.

	"This is really nice, Brad.  Thanks for inviting me
over," Kurt said as his whole body relaxed.

	"Any time.  It's much better at night, though.
Especially if the stars are out and it's quiet," Brad
replied.

	Kurt decided that he needed the jets to hit the
middle of his back so he lowered himself in the seat.
Unexpectedly, his feet touched Brad's left thigh.

	"Sorry.  I was just changing positions," Kurt said as
he tried to get comfortable.

	"No problem," came the reply and then some
uncomfortable silence.

	"You know," Brad said, "I often like to soak in the
hot tub by myself and let the weight of my problems
melt off of me.  What I like about my new house,
though, is that the hot tub is in a very secluded part
of my deck.  The neighbors can't see it from any of
their windows."

	"Privacy is always good," Kurt replied.

	"In fact, the other night after dark, I just walked
out here without my Speedos on and got in the hot tub
as if I didn't have any neighbors for miles," Brad
said.

	The thought of Brad being naked in the hot tub
aroused Kurt.  Soon, his cock was trying to pop out of
his Speedos.  Unfortunately, that was about the time
that the hot tub's timer went off and the water
stopped moving.  Kurt tried to cover his growing
monster with his hand when he realized that the
protection of the swirling water was gone.  But it was
too late.

	"Hmm... looks like somebody is a little excited,"
Brad said in a funny voice.

	Kurt's face turned bright red and he looked like a
deer caught in the headlights of an oncoming car.

	Brad noticed and quickly tried to put Kurt at ease.
"Don't worry about it.  Erections sometime come at the
worst times.  Let me set the timer for a lot longer
this time, and before you cut off your circulation,
why don't you just take those Speedos off."

	Kurt started to object, but Brad cut him off.  "And,
no, I will not put the moves on you.  In fact, I'll
even turn away while you get out of your swim suit.
You can get into the water and no one except yourself
will see that you are naked.  I actually prefer to be
in the hot tub naked.  It's much more relaxing."

	Brad got out of the hot tub and walked toward the
electrical controls.  Kurt couldn't help but stare at
Brad's crotch since his wet Speedos molded around his
cock and balls like a second skin.  Brad almost lost
his breath at the sight.  He knew he had to get out of
his tight Speedos or they were going to rip from the
pressure of his ever-expanding cock.

	As promised, Brad turned away while Kurt took off his
Speedos and slipped naked into the water.  The hot
tub's jets had come back on, so there was no way that
Brad would be able to see his nakedness.

	"Can I turn around now, your highness?  I assume that
you've disrobed," Brad said sarcastically.

	"Yes, smart-ass. I'm finished."

	Brad came back to the hot tub and proceeded to untie
the strings of his Speedos.  "Now, close your eyes
while I get out of mine," Brad said as he turned
around.

	Kurt complied but felt an overwhelming urge to peek.
He did so just as Brad was bending over to pick up his
suit from the ground.  Kurt saw that Brad had a great
ass.  It was almost lily white and hairless.  Great
tan lines really turned Kurt on, and Kurt admitted
that Brad's was among the best he had ever seen.

	Kurt quickly closed his eyes again as Brad turned
around and entered the hot tub.  It was arousing for
both men to be so close to each other and not have
even the thin fabric of skimpy Speedos to hide their
nakedness.

	Brad felt like he would explode if he didn't get to
touch Kurt.  But he knew that Kurt would react badly
if he came on too strong.  Rather than fondling Kurt
(which is what Brad really wanted to do), he decided
that he would simply try to kiss him.  A wave of
nervousness passed over Brad unexpectedly.  This
surprised Brad because he had never been timid when it
came to men.  But somehow, Kurt was different, and
Brad found himself worrying about the consequences of
his actions for the first time.  He had been rejected
occasionally when he had tried to put the moves on
guys in the past, but he never let it bother him.
Brad would just shrug it off by thinking that it was
that guy's loss.

	But Brad wanted things to be different with Kurt and
that scared him.  Although he thought a lot lately
about having a long-term relationship with someone
special, Brad had not yet found the person that was
right.  But these feelings of fear and insecurity
caused Brad to conclude that Kurt might be "Mr.
Right."  And, Brad did not want to ruin his
opportunity.

	However, his hormone levels were at an all-time high,
and Brad had never been the kind of person who held
back.  He had always felt that regret was one of the
worst feelings and he tried to avoid it if at all
possible.  He gazed over at Kurt and noticed that
Kurt's eyes were closed.  Brad found himself being
drawn to Kurt's lips as he gently made his way toward
the other side of the hot tub.

	Kurt didn't notice Brad's subtle movements.  He was
wrapped up in willing his erection to subside.  It
wasn't working very well.  Kurt had closed his eyes so
that he would not look at how sexy Brad was.

	Licking his lips, Brad slowly moved in for the kiss.
Brad's lips made contact with Kurt and he applied a
gentle amount of pressure.  Their first kiss was sweet
and almost loving.  Although Kurt was surprised, he
did not open his eyes.  He merely enjoyed the gentle
contact.

	After a brief moment, Brad pulled back and looked at
Kurt with fear.  Brad wasn't sure if Kurt would be
repulsed by the bold move.  The seconds before Kurt
spoke seemed like hours as Brad anticipated what would
happen next.

	Kurt opened his eyes and focused them on the deep
blue pools that were Brad's eyes.  He quietly said,
"That was nice."

	Brad immediately smiled and leaned in for another
kiss.  Kurt met him half-way and they shared a more
intense kiss this time.  Kurt decided to be the bold
one as he opened his mouth slightly and gently licked
the space between Brad's lips.  Brad loved kissing and
eagerly opened his mouth so that Kurt's tongue could
slip inside.  Kurt swirled his tongue around Brad's
mouth passionately but without a lot of pressure or
insistence.  Brad was used to guys thrusting their
tongues practically down his throat from the very
beginning of kissing, and he was pleasantly surprised
at Kurt's gentle but masterful use of his tongue.

	Under the water, Brad moved his arms behind Kurt's
back and pulled him a bit closer.  He had to show Kurt
that he was enjoying the kiss and didn't want it to
end.  But they both needed a breather, and they
reluctantly broke the kiss.  Without saying a word,
they merely looked at each other for several minutes,
not blinking or even moving any part of their bodies.

	Kurt put his right hand on Brad's left thigh.  He
liked the feeling of Brad's muscular hairy leg as he
gently stroked it.  Kurt leaned in for another kiss
but was surprised when Brad pulled away.

	"If you don't mind, Kurt, I think I'm going to ask
you to leave now," Brad said.

	Kurt looked like he had just been mortally wounded.
Words escaped him as the intensity of the perceived
rejection hit home.

	"Trust me, I would like nothing more than to make
love to you right here, right now, without a condom.
But I promised you that I would be a gentleman, and I
want to prove to you that I truly am looking for more
than a one-night stand," Brad breathlessly said.

	As the initial shock faded, Kurt smiled.  "Even
though I don't like it one bit, I know that you're
right.  It's too soon for us to make love.  And by the
way, if and when we do have sex, it will be
love-making, not fucking," he said.

	Brad smiled back at him and realized at that moment
what it might be like to make love to someone rather
than fucking like animals.  Sure, fucking had its
place and everyone wants pure, primal sex every once
in a while.  But that was the only kind of sex that
Brad had ever had, and it often left him feeling empty
and alone.  He agreed with Kurt that making love must
be a much more sensual and spiritual experience.

	Kurt grabbed his towel and Speedos from the edge of
the hot tub and wrapped the towel around his waist.
Brad was pleased that he got another chance to see
Kurt's ass just as he had done the night before.
Smiling at Brad, Kurt went into the bathroom and put
his clothes back on.

	Brad patiently waited for Kurt to finish dressing.
He also had wrapped a towel around his waist and he
was trying to keep the towel from tenting out.  He
truly wanted to have sex with Brad, and it amazed him
that his better judgment had kicked in when he asked
Kurt to leave.  This was definitely new territory for
Brad.

	Kurt emerged from the bathroom looking as sexy as
ever.  He went up to Brad and slipped his arms around
Brad's lower back.  He leaned in for a kiss and was
surprised at how strongly Brad responded.  Brad's
tongue was the aggressor this time and Kurt loved it.
Kurt also liked Brad's habit of pulling Kurt's body
deeper into the kiss.

	After a few moments, the two broke the kiss and
smiled at each other.

	"Until tomorrow," Brad said.

	"I just had an idea.  Why don't you come over for
dinner tomorrow night and I'll cook for you this time.
 Say, around 7:00?" Kurt asked.

	"That sounds great.  I'll bring the wine," Brad
replied.

	Kurt opened the front door and was about to leave,
but he had to look back at Brad one more time.

	"See ya, sexy," Brad said.

	Kurt smiled and left.  It seemed as if he floated
rather than walked home.  "I never imagined that he
would have stopped my advances," Kurt thought.  "I
guess my first impression was wrong."

	Kurt went up to his room, took off his clothes and
climbed into bed.  He sighed contentedly and even
thought about masturbating, especially since his
hormones were still raging.  He decided against it
though because he wanted to share his next orgasm with
Brad.

* * * * *

End of Part VI.  Comments are appreciated.  Thanks to
all those who have written me so far.  My e-mail is:
  ankh_one@yahoo.com