What If

What If? -- Part I An Original Series by Ankh_one

• • • • • Usual disclaimers apply... for adults only... gay sex (but not in this installment--this is the background part)... yadda, yadda. Feedback appreciated. * * * * *

"What if you finally met "The One"... the guy who is as much in love with you as you are with him? What if the sight of him takes your breath away even when his hair is all messed up in the morning and he stares at you with blood-shot eyes? What if you trusted your lover so completely that infidelity never entered your paranoid mind? What if you found someone who intuitively knew when you needed to be alone and when you needed to be held, despite your protests?", Kurt thought as he was trying to fall asleep.

His inner voice replied, "You need to stop having these thoughts before bed. They depress you because right now you feel really lonely and incomplete. Perhaps it's time to go see the doctor about some anti-depressants, or 'happy pills,' as you call them."

"Just shut up!", Kurt said aloud even though he knew he was talking to himself. The outburst did not matter. There was no one in his house that would have been disturbed by the sudden noise.

Kurt had not been this depressed in his entire life. Successful by many standards, Kurt was only 33 years old and had accomplished many things in his professional life. But Kurt was plagued by what can only be called a disease of desire: he always wanted the thing that he did not have. On many occasions, he would earn or be given that which he desired. But his satisfaction was always short-lived because he would quickly become obsessed with a new desire.

For the last year or so, the missing piece to the puzzle of his life was a serious boyfriend. Sure, Kurt dated and had his fair share of hot sexual encounters. After all, he was easy on the eyes. Standing 5' 10" and weighing 170 pounds, Kurt was the good-looking, boy-next-door type. He was not model material but he definitely turned heads. Probably his best feature was his blue eyes, but not because of the color. In fact, his eyes were streaked with gold flecks which actually blurred some of the piercing blue shade. But people often said, even though it's a cliche, that they got lost in his eyes.

Fortunately, Kurt never believed in these comments and observations. "There is nothing worse than someone who has an ego that is bigger than the whole room," Kurt often thought, so he did not take his eyes or any of his other physical features seriously. In fact, Kurt often thought that he was average-looking at best. Humility seemed to be one of his most endearing qualities.

But Kurt was unlucky in love. His longest relationship, if you could call it that, lasted only five months. He lied to himself time and time again that his boyfriend was not cheating on him, but he knew that he was. Sometimes, Kurt could even smell another guy's cologne on his boyfriend's clothes. Even though it took time to break away, Kurt finally did move on from this disastrous relationship. Unfortunately, that meant that he was alone again.

BEEP! BEEP! BEEP! The sound of his alarm clock pierced through the darkness of Kurt's bedroom like an ice pick plunging into his skull. Kurt never was much of a morning person, so he had to buy the loudest alarm clock he could find. He also had to find one that was nearly indestructible since it usually ended up being thrown against the wall.

Stumbling groggily to the bathroom, Kurt turned on the light and was greeted with the lovely sight of his reflection in the mirror.

"Man! You need to get some sun," Kurt said aloud as he gazed down at his pale, toned body. His daily workouts were finally paying off. He never did any serious weight lifting; just light weights and aerobic stuff so that he would be toned. His pecs were much more defined than they had been six months ago. The definition showed clearly through the small amount of hair that covered his chest. His six-pack was also looking better every day. That was a thrill for Kurt because he really hated working his abs.

After showering and getting dressed, Kurt rushed out of his house and nearly ran into someone who had run past him in a blur. Kurt was pushed back against his front door by the unknown figure, but he caught his balance quickly.

"I'm SO sorry," a deep, masculine voice said from Kurt's left side.

"It's not often that I almost get knocked on my ass before I get to work," Kurt said snidely before he turned to look at the would-be assailant.

"I really apologize. I was just finishing my run and I saw that your lawn sprinklers were on," the assailant hesitated and let out a nervous laugh.

At the moment that Kurt turned to look at the jogger, his eyes nearly popped out of his head like on a Saturday morning cartoon show. Standing in front of him, wearing only a skimpy pair of navy blue jogging shorts, was a hot-looking guy who was sweating pretty profusely. He had dirty blond hair, blue-green eyes, a tanned and hairy chest, and a pretty toned body. Kurt could tell that this guy kept in shape but he doubted that the guy was a gym rat. The guy also was about 2 inches taller than Kurt and outweighed him by about 15 pounds.

"I guess I never grew out of wanting to run through a sprinkler on a hot day," the jogger smiled and looked down at the ground in embarrassment.

Fortunately, Kurt recovered from being stunned and managed to make a silly remark. "Well, it must be nice to play around in the water on a hot day when the rest of us are on our way to work."

Once the words came out of his mouth, Kurt regretted them. He knew he was being a condescending asshole who jumped to the conclusion that this guy was a slacker. Kurt knew that his cheeks had started to turn red.

"Actually, I'm going into work a little late today, not that it's any of your concern. I'm sorry I trespassed on your property," the jogger said as he was making his way back to the sidewalk.

Quickly thinking of an apology, Kurt said, "No, I'm the one who is sorry... for being rude, that is. Please, go have fun in the sprinklers. It looks like you could use a cool-down after your run." Slyly, Kurt had an ulterior motive for getting this guy wet. After all, skimpy nylon shorts become awfully clingy when they are wet!

"Thanks. Don't mind if I do," the jogger said. "Care to join me?" he added with a smirk on his face.

"Not when I'm dressed in a suit," Kurt replied.

"Well, take it off," the jogger responded and then realized what he had said. "I didn't mean that the way it sounded..." he trailed off.

"I know what you meant. Maybe some other time," Kurt said as he was trying desperately to figure out if this guy was coming on to him or not. Kurt's "gaydar" was definitely not working today since he was getting no vibes (straight or gay) from this guy.

After getting sufficiently drenched by the water spray, the jogger ran his fingers through his hair and walked back over to where Kurt was standing in the driveway. Kurt was right. He could really see the guy's package pressing against the wet nylon fabric. While the guy's endowment wasn't the largest Kurt had ever seen, it certainly was a nice size, he thought to himself.

Kurt wasn't sure but he got the impression that the jogger knew that Kurt was checking him out. "I'd better back off before I get slugged," Kurt thought.

"Well, I'd better go take a real shower and get to work. Thanks for the public shower," the jogger grinned and started to walk away.

With a last-ditch effort, Kurt stammered, "Umm... OK. Have a good day at work. And, uh, my name is Kurt, by the way."

The jogger turned back around with his hand extended.

"Nice to meet you, Kurt. I'm Brad, and I guess we are neighbors since I live at the end of the block."

"Oh, you must be the one who had traffic backed up last weekend with your moving van in the middle of the street," Kurt said with a laugh.

"Yep, that was me. I always like to make a great first impression. Just like I did with you when I almost knocked you down a few minutes ago," Brad said with a classic smirk on his face.

"Cute and sarcastic... just my type," thought Kurt for a split second. He also realized it was a good thing that he had worn tight boxer briefs today, or Brad would have noticed his rapidly expanding cock tenting his suit pants.

Brad broke the brief silence by saying, "Well, I have to go. It was nice meeting you."

Before Kurt could reply, Brad was already jogging down the street toward his house.

"Well, things just might be looking up," thought Kurt as he got into his car.

End of Part I. Part II to follow soon. Tell me what you think. I'm open to suggestions about how this story is going to unfold. My e-mail address is ankh_one@yahoo.com.