Date: Thu, 15 Nov 2001 16:54:00 -0800 (PST)
From: Avatar One <ankh_one@yahoo.com>
Subject: What If?  Part 8

What If?  Part VIII
An Original Series by Ankh_one


	Sometime during the night, Kurt had rolled off of
Brad's back and ended up on his stomach... his favorite
sleeping position.  At about 2:30 a.m., Brad awoke
when he felt Kurt nuzzling his head against Brad's
chest.  Looking down on his new lover, Brad got
extremely horny.  He gently moved away from Kurt so
that he wouldn't wake him and made his way down the
bed to catch a good view of Kurt's ass.

	Even though Kurt desperately needed some sun, Brad
almost started to drool when he looked upon Kurt's
ass.  Brad thought that it looked perfect, almost like
some of the porn stars' asses.  Brad decided that Kurt
didn't exactly have a bubble butt, but its shape was
almost perfectly round.  Kurt also had a fine dusting
of brown hair in the crack of his ass, a sight that
Brad enjoyed.

	Seizing the moment, Brad could not help but begin to
run his tongue along the hair trail.  His tongue
movements were deliberately gentle and subtle so as to
not awaken Kurt... at least, not yet.  Even after their
earlier sweaty round of sex, Kurt's skin tasted
remarkably fresh and clean.

	Kurt was having a fantastic dream while Brad was
working on his nether regions.  It wasn't exactly a
sex dream but it was very erotic and fulfilling at the
same time.  In the dream, Kurt was snuggled up against
a man in front of a fireplace on a cold winter's
night.  Despite the cold temperatures outside, Kurt
felt warm and cozy next to his man.  The strange
thing, though, was that Kurt could not see his man's
face.  Whenever he tried to look in the guy's eyes,
the man's features were blurred and indistinct.   The
two were naked by the fireplace, and they were just
enjoying the closeness of each other.  Surprisingly,
Kurt did not have a hard-on, and he noticed that his
man didn't have an erection either.  They were merely
enjoying an intimate moment.

	The dream started to turn a little weird, though, as
Brad increased his efforts of licking Kurt's ass.
Since Kurt was lost in slumber, his brain perceived
these actions as being part of the dream.  Suddenly,
things were getting very hot and wet next to the
fireplace in the dream.  Kurt looked around and
noticed that he and his faceless man were somehow
transported to a cave that had a natural hot spring
flowing into it.  Kurt felt warm and wet, particularly
near his ass, and his brain couldn't quite reconcile
the real-world stimulus with the dream.  Kurt's brain
finally decided that it was time for him to regain
consciousness.

	As Kurt was breaking through the surface of reality,
Brad was gently blowing on the area that he had just
gotten all wet with his saliva.  Kurt immediately
began to moan because this sensual act was so
pleasurable that it almost caused him to shiver.  Kurt
finally realized where he was and what Brad was doing
to him, and a huge smile illuminated his face.

	"Hey, stud, you keep doing that and I'll be putting
my feet up on your shoulders and giving you my
virtue," Kurt said in a sleepy voice.

	"That's exactly my dastardly plan, you fool," Brad
replied in a villainous voice.

	"Get up here and kiss me, you evil man," Kurt
commanded.

	Brad climbed his way up over Kurt's back to satisfy
his new lover's demand.  Through some careful
gyrations, Kurt and Brad managed to kiss for almost
five minutes even though it was a bit of an
uncomfortable position for Kurt.  Their tongues dueled
for supremacy, and both Kurt and Brad were glad that
each had lost that battle.

	Breaking the kiss, Brad purred, "I want to be inside
of you for a slow, agonizingly long fuck."

	"Go for it, Brad.  I want you to bring me to such an
intense orgasm that you'll have to peel me off the
ceiling when we're done."

	Brad reached into the nightstand and retrieved the
Astroglide and a condom.  Brad chuckled to himself
when he realized that Kurt, like almost all gay men,
always had a stash of rubbers and lube in the
nightstand in case of emergencies.

	Although Brad wanted a long, slow sex session, he
wasted no time in lubing Kurt up, slipping on the
condom, and entering Kurt's tight ass.  Within a
matter of a minute, Brad's pubes were brushing up
against Kurt's lily white ass.  It wasn't that Kurt's
ass was overly used and loose; the entry was so easy
for both men because Kurt really wanted Brad to become
one with him.

	Brad slowly pulled his cock all the way out of Kurt's
ass and gently pushed it back in until his stomach was
pressed up against Kurt's lower back.  Brad reached
under Kurt's body and began to play with his nipples
while he continued his soft and gentle in-and-out
rhythm.

	Kurt normally wasn't one to moan and beg, especially
when he was the bottom.  But the feelings that Brad
was giving him took over and Kurt found himself
quietly expressing his pleasure.  His moans were
nothing like those fake moans in porn movies.  They
were a soft expression of satisfaction and desire.

	True to his word, Brad did not hurry in making love
to Kurt.  Even when he pulled his dick almost all the
way of Kurt's chute and pressed the head directly
against Kurt's prostrate repeatedly, Brad did not rush
the moves.  Each of the men was getting quite hot with
the stimulation, and the sweat from Kurt's back
mingled with the sweat from Brad's chest to create a
slick and smooth surface.  Kurt loved feeling Brad's
chest hair against his back almost as much as he loved
the feelings he was experiencing in his ass.

	Brad realized that, although this position with Kurt
on his stomach was hot, he could not see the pleasure
register on Kurt's face.  He carefully pulled his cock
out of Kurt and gently rolled Kurt over onto his back.
 The two men gazed deeply into each other's eyes,
noticing the passion and rapture that each had for the
other.  Brad leaned his head down and kissed Kurt
deeply.  The kiss was gentle and not insistent because
both knew that they had all night to enjoy each
other's bodies and souls.

	Brad lifted Kurt's legs onto his shoulders and pushed
his cock back into the velvet glove that was Kurt's
ass.  Kurt felt no pain with Brad's entry and even
smiled when he realized that Brad's dick was right
where it belonged.  Brad thought to himself that his
least favorite position was missionary, but he had a
whole new appreciation for it when he looked down into
Kurt's eyes.

	Brad expertly fucked Kurt's ass for almost a half
hour before the pleasure reached its climax.  He shot
off a huge load into the condom and thought for a
minute that it might burst because of the huge volume
of fluid.  Of course, this was an exaggeration, but
Brad did indeed feel that he hadn't shot that huge of
a load in a long time.

	Brad carefully pulled out of Kurt and gently put
Kurt's legs in a more comfortable position.  He leaned
in and began to suck Kurt's nipples.  Kurt moaned and
Brad used his right hand to start stroking Kurt's
rigid cock.  Much to Brad's surprise, Kurt pushed
Brad's hand away.

	"What's the matter, baby?  You don't want to get
off?" Brad asked.

	"No.  Sometimes I just enjoy the feelings of
passionate sex and don't worry about having an orgasm.
 This may sound a little weird, but sometimes my
orgasms are anti-climactic when I've had such a great
love-making session like this one.  I guess I'm not
the kind of guy who needs to shoot his load every time
he has sex to have a good time" Kurt replied.

	Although the concept was a bit foreign to Brad, he
saw the sincerity in Kurt's eyes.  For a minute, he
did not understand Kurt's point of view but then he
realized that sometimes the closeness and pleasure of
sex are more important than the ending orgasm.

	"Let me take care of cleaning up and then I'll be
back to lay in your arms for the rest of the night,"
Brad said as he got up from the bed and headed toward
the bathroom.

	Brad turned the light on in the bathroom and looked
at his face in the mirror.  Brad noticed that his hair
was sticking up in a funny way because it was
plastered with sweat.  He smiled and soon noticed that
his smile would not go away.  He concluded that he was
happy.

	Removing the used condom from his cock, he quickly
washed himself and began to head back into Kurt's
bedroom.  All of a sudden, a very strange feeling
crept over him.  It was a feeling that he had never
experienced before, and as such, he couldn't even
figure out what to call it.  The feeling was very
intense and almost took his breath away, but he could
not figure out what it was.  All that he knew was that
he had an intense and overwhelming desire to rush back
into Kurt's arms.

	"Is this what love is?" Brad wondered.  The feelings
were so intense that he had to sit on the edge of the
bathtub for a minute to collect himself.  He admitted
to himself that these feelings scared him, a concept
that he could not fathom.  After all, wasn't everyone
looking for love in one way or another throughout
their entire lives?  Why then were these feelings so
unexpected and unnerving?

	Brad knew that he had stayed in the bathroom far too
long.  He had to get back into bed with Kurt before
Kurt asked him if anything was wrong.  Shutting off
the bathroom light, Brad stumbled back into Kurt's
bedroom and climbed into bed.  Kurt put his head on
Brad's chest and purred like a kitten.  Brad could
tell that Kurt wasn't far from returning to Dream
Land.

	After about a half hour, Kurt had shifted positions
and moved away from Brad while he was lost in sleep.
Brad had been wide awake trying to make sense of the
strange feelings that he was having.  That half hour
span of time had not helped him come to any
conclusions.  In the back of his mind, Brad played
with the idea of leaving and returning to the safety
of his own home.  This thought got the better of him,
and Brad carefully got out of bed.  He found his
clothes on the floor and silently dressed.  Brad's
focus was completely on these uncomfortable feelings,
and he didn't consider what his leaving would mean to
Kurt.

	Brad practically ran down the stairs in a panic and
gently closed the door behind him.  Kurt was lost in
the throes of blissful unconsciousness, dreaming
pleasant but unremarkable dreams.

	As the sun shone through the window the next morning,
Kurt awakened and felt strange.  He hadn't yet opened
his eyes as his arms reached out to find his new
lover.  The bed was empty and Kurt sat up quickly.

	"He must be making me breakfast," Kurt thought as he
smiled to himself.

	He got out of bed and headed downstairs without
giving a thought to his nakedness.  After all, he
thought that Brad would be seeing his naked body a lot
in the days to come.  Reaching the kitchen, Kurt
noticed that Brad wasn't there and the house was
strangely quiet.  Kurt ran back upstairs hoping that
Brad had left him a note since Brad was obviously not
in the house.

	Frantically searching the bedroom and the bathroom,
Kurt found nothing, but he did notice that all of
Brad's clothes were gone.  A number of emotions hit
Kurt all at once, and he fell back against his
mattress.  He felt alone once again, but a more
intense felling overtook the loneliness: abandonment.
For the life of him, Kurt could not imagine why Brad
had left so abruptly without even telling him.

	Kurt sat up in bed and drew his legs up to his torso.
 Although he fought hard against it, Kurt began to cry
softly.

* * * * *

End of Part VIII.  My apologies for taking so much
time to write this chapter.  Life sometimes has a way
of taking us away from things that we really want to
do.  Anyway, life is good especially when it's 70
degrees in the middle of November in northern Ohio.
It was very refreshing to write this chapter while I
was buck-naked!  Drop me an e-mail with comments,
praise (LOL!), or suggestions.  I appreciate
everyone's feedback, especially those of you who have
encouraged me to continue with this saga.  My e-mail
is ankh_one@yahoo.com