What If? Part X An Original Series by Ankh_one
Kurt couldn't seem to respond when he heard Brad's voice. Somehow, he managed to utter, "Yeah?"
"Look, I know you're probably upset with me, but would you at least let me explain?" Brad pleaded.
As always, Kurt put his defensive shields up in the aftermath of rejection. "I don't know why I should. It obviously was just another trick for you, and you couldn't stand spending the entire night with your latest conquest," Kurt said harshly.
"I guess I deserved that comment... and probably a lot more like it," Brad replied sheepishly.
"You got that right. So, what excuse are you going to use now? As if I haven't heard them all before," said Kurt as he realized that he was getting really angry and irritated.
"Truthfully, I don't have any excuses and I'm not going to lie to you about what I did," Brad said with sincerity.
"Hallelujah! I think we should call Springer," Kurt said sarcastically. In a mock TV announcer's voice, he added, "On today's show, we have 'One-Night-Stand Confessions.' In our studio, we have Brad who doesn't give a fuck for anyone or anything except his cock."
"Stop! You're really hurting my feelings," Brad ordered.
Kurt almost exploded. "Oh, so now your feelings are hurt? Well, what about mine, huh? I wake up in the morning and reach over to cuddle with someone who I am falling for and what do I find? The little bastard has taken off during the night and didn't even leave a note. Apparently, I wasn't very good in bed because you didn't feel the need to stay the night."
Brad was almost speechless. "Kurt, that's not it! You were great. In fact, you were better than great!"
Kurt cut in by saying, "Listen, pal. Insincere flattery will not get you in my bed again, so don't bother."
"Look, this isn't going so well. I really need to see you face-to-face to explain myself. Will you agree to that?" Brad asked.
"I don't know why I should. After all, the cliché says 'actions speak louder than words.' No doubt your words will be the opposite of what your actions were, and listening to them just strikes me as a big waste of time," Kurt replied.
"Please meet with me and hear me out," Brad pleaded.
Against his better judgment, Kurt replied, "Ok, but you have 15 minutes and then I will throw you out of my house. Understood?"
"15 minutes will be great. How about this weekend?" Brad asked with obvious relief.
"Why should I wait until the weekend? What's wrong with now?" Kurt inquired with irritation.
"Um... I really am out of town on business. It was an unexpected trip that popped up the morning after the night we spent together. I really am telling the truth," Brad said.
"You mean the half of a night that we spent together.
As I recall, one of us left in the middle of the night," said Kurt.
"I am well aware of the error of my ways. And please believe me that I will explain myself on Saturday. I'll see you after my run Saturday morning, OK?" asked Brad.
"Fine," Kurt replied and hung up the phone.
Kurt was glad that he voiced some of his frustrations, even if it did sound like he was whining. But Kurt felt that he was entitled to his anger. He had made it very clear to Brad that he was looking for a hell of a lot more than a roll in the hay. And yet, Brad had gotten away with exactly that.
Kurt wondered once again why people had to be such assholes when it came to relationships.
"Well, it's Wednesday, so I guess I'll have to stew on this for a few more days until I can get closure. I may have been a bit tough on Brad, but he hasn't seen anything yet... Saturday will be a lot rougher on his ego and conscience. If he even has a conscience, that is," Kurt thought.
The days passed by quickly. Kurt was not expecting Brad to reveal anything revolutionary. In fact, Kurt had resigned himself to allowing Brad to babble on for 15 minutes and then asking him to leave the house and Kurt's life forever.
Saturday morning came, and Brad really couldn't concentrate on his run. His speed was sluggish at best, and since he had forgotten to properly stretch before starting, his hamstring muscles were beginning to ache. Abandoning his normal route, Brad turned around and headed for home.
After showering and going over what to say in his head, Brad walked over to Kurt's house. He knew that Kurt was not going to be very receptive to his explanation. But, Brad had to try anyway. Brad sincerely liked Kurt and hoped that something special could grow between them. But it appeared that Kurt was pretty stubborn and that once someone dicked him over, there was no turning back. Brad knew that he would have to be as persuasive as he had ever been because there was a lot at stake... his heart.
With bated breath, Brad walked to Kurt's front door and rang the bell. It was almost as if Kurt were standing right there because the door quickly opened. Kurt's and Brad's eyes met and Kurt quickly looked away. Even though it was a brief glimpse, Brad could see the hurt in Kurt's eyes.
"Um.. hi," Brad stammered.
Turning his back to Brad and walking toward the living room, Kurt said, "Come in and shut the door behind you."
Brad did as instructed and took a seat opposite to Kurt's rigid position on the couch. "I'm listening," Kurt said in a harsh tone.
"First of all, I want to apologize for my behavior. Although I have what I think is a pretty good reason for leaving, there really is no excuse for not leaving you a note or something like that," Brad said sheepishly.
"Ah, we're in agreement on one thing," Kurt said with an icy tone.
"It's just... I had something really bad happen to me where I used to live and it really scarred me. It was the reason why I moved here. I really had no choice because I couldn't stay in the city where I was at," Brad said a took a deep breath.
Seeing no reaction from Kurt, Brad continued, "I was a state senator in Ohio and I had to abruptly give up my career because word leaked to the press that I was gay."
"So, what does that have to do with me?" Kurt asked.
"Nothing directly, but I'm trying to explain the background behind my actions. I had been living with someone for about three months, and to be perfectly honest, I wasn't in love with him. In fact, I had agreed to let him stay with me because the guy lost his job and his apartment. He had nowhere else to go.
He hadn't spoken to his family in years and none of his so-called friends would help him out. In retrospect, I guess I got suckered into asking him to live with me because he knew that I wasn't the type of guy who would just let him live on the streets."
Kurt was again quiet, so Brad proceeded, "Well, he had a somewhat kinky obsession with recording us having sex. First, he started out with a video camera and he gave me the tape once we were finished. We would watch the tape, laugh, and then I would destroy it. No blood, no foul, so to speak."
"Is there a point to this story or do you just get off telling others about your sexual exploits?" Kurt asked.
"There is a point, and if you'll bear with me for a minute, it'll become clear," Brad said and continued with his story. "Soon, he wanted to get up-close pictures. He had suggested letting someone videotape us while we were having sex and I said 'No way!' Instead, he decided to take regular photographs, especially when he was the top. Somehow, he was usually able to reach the camera and snap a picture even when my legs were up on his shoulders and he was plowing my ass."
Kurt was beginning to get turned on a bit. He was upset that his body was betraying him when his mind and his heart were screaming at him to end this "relationship" with Brad. Kurt subtly crossed his legs to hide his growing erection.
"Well, much to my surprise a few weeks later, one of the photos showed up on the front page of the local newspaper. It wasn't very graphic. He had taken the photo from the side view while I was on my back with my hands holding my ankles up in the air. The newspaper printed the picture as is because none of my forbidden body parts were showing. Of course, the headline read something like "State Senator Caught in Gay Sex Scandal". I was just astounded and thought that someone at the photo developing place was responsible. I assumed they copied one of our pictures when they were being developed and then sold it to the newspaper."
Brad paused for a minute and tried to see if he was getting through to Kurt. Kurt was taken aback a bit, and he was starting to believe that this incident really happened. Of course, he was not ready to let Brad off the hook. While no one should have to go through what Brad had gone through, it still did not explain Brad's recent behavior.
"I rushed home from the office because it was obviously too embarrassing to be there. The phone was ringing off the hook, and members of the press were gathering outside my office. I ducked out the back entrance and headed home, looking for moral support from my boyfriend. I got home and he was in his usual attire: nothing. He took one look at me and started laughing his head off. I told him that I appreciated the support and he said, 'So did I.' I had no idea what he was talking about so I asked him what he meant by that. He said he was happy to have gotten some financial support from the newspaper that bought the picture from him."
Brad had to stop and catch his breath. It seemed like it was almost yesterday that this nightmare had happened. Kurt noticed that Brad was red in the face.
He concluded that Brad was truly embarrassed and extremely angry about the incident.
Brad went on, "Needless to say, I was not reelected a month later. The town was far too conservative for that. Now, believe me when I tell you this: I have no shame or problem with being gay and furthermore, I do not try to hide it. In fact, my voting record in the Ohio senate proved that. I consistently voted for pro-gay measures. Unfortunately, such legislation was few and far between and almost always got defeated. But, my record clearly showed that I was for gay rights. But there's a world of difference to some people between being politically correct and actually being gay. And away went what looked to be a promising political career. I was actually considering running for the U.S. House in a few years."
"But, my career is not what is important. What is important is the fact that I was blatantly betrayed. And it was done by someone that I had gone out of my way to take care of. Now, I told you before that I didn't love him and I honestly believe that that statement is true. But betrayal is the worst sin that anyone can commit, in my opinion, whether it's a friend, family member or significant other doing it."
"I can understand that and I truly do feel bad for you. But I still don't understand what this has to do with me," Kurt said in a softer tone.
"It has everything to do with you and anyone else I might fall for during the rest of my life. You see, I started to have strong feelings for you right after we had made love the other night. And those feelings hit me hard... so hard that I couldn't breathe. It wasn't that I suspected that you would betray me, too. It's just that my defense mechanisms kicked in when they really had no reason to. So, I ran like the wind as far away from your bed as I possibly could. The business trip that unexpectedly came up the next day was like a message from God, or so I thought. And I mistakenly believe at first that the message was His way of telling me that I had done the right thing. Now, I'm not a religious person by any stretch of the imagination, but I do believe that most important things happen for a reason. And I thought the reason for me running away was that I somehow instinctively knew, or learned through Divine Intervention, that you were going to hurt me. Of course, I soon realized that I was completely wrong for leaving, and I have thought of nothing but my regret for the last few days."
Brad paused and could tell that Kurt was not going to interrupt him. "The bottom line is this: I care for you a lot. I cannot say that I love you because I don't really know what that is. Also, it's difficult to love someone that you barely know. And that's the story in a nutshell. I apologize for my behavior, but I hope that you understand that there was a reason behind it."
Brad was finished and he was anxiously awaiting a response from Kurt. Seeing none, Brad said, "Well, I guess my 15 minutes are up. I'm sorry I disturbed you."
Brad got up and started to walk toward the door with his head down. Kurt got to the door before Brad did and simply hugged him. That gesture meant more to Brad than any other human contact in his life.
"You actually understand how screwed up our minds and motives can be, don't you?" Brad asked.
"More than you know. But let me make one thing clear. If you ever do that again, I will hunt you down like the dog that you are and beat the shit out of you until you wished that you were actually dead!" Kurt said with a smile on his face and a gleam in his eye.
"I cannot argue with that," Brad said as he leaned in to kiss Kurt.
None of the horribly negative emotions that both had experienced over the past few days diminished the spark that erupted between the two. It was as if all of the pain and sorrow never existed. Kurt pushed Brad in the direction of the stairs and the upstairs bedroom without breaking the kiss.
They ripped each other's clothes off and hungrily kissed and licked each other's bodies. Despite the urgency of their desire, they knew that they could take their time and do things the right way. This was true love-making rather than animalistic sex.
Brad whispered to Kurt, "I want you inside of me, and I don't want you to come for at least an hour."
"That's a tall order, but I'll see what I can do," Kurt replied, smiling.
Kurt reached for the lube and a condom and sensuously got his lover ready for the invasion. Kurt entered Brad slowly and a small gasp of ecstasy escaped Brad's lips. Brad felt as if all of the stress had just melted away from him and he eagerly relaxed his whole body so that he and Kurt could become one.
Kurt felt Brad's insides wrap around his cock like a boa constrictor. But rather than pain, Kurt felt intense pleasure. He wanted to give back to Brad all the pleasure that he was feeling and then some. So, Kurt slowly worked his cock in and out of Brad's ass making sure that he brushed Brad's prostate each time.
Kurt took his time and he truly wanted to comply with Brad's request for their love-making session to last at least an hour.
Judging by the rigidity of Brad's cock rubbing up against Kurt's hairy stomach, Kurt didn't know if Brad was going to make it. A huge amount of pre-come matted down some of the hair on Kurt's stomach. Kurt knew that Brad was approaching his climax, so he stopped thrusting into him and instead leaned forward to kiss Brad. Brad was surprised that Kurt had stopped his rhythmic motions but was pleased that he would be able to make out with Kurt.
Kurt tried to cool Brad down a bit with a gentle tongue-lashing and that seemed to do the trick. Brad loved it but at the same time, his breathing and heart rate slowed a bit. That would ensure that Brad wouldn't come too quickly.
After having doused Brad's fire a bit, Kurt began to thrust his hips in and out of Brad's love canal once again. Even though he didn't have a lot of experience as a bottom, Brad somehow learned the exquisite technique of contracting his sphincter muscles right before Kurt's cock head would have escaped. Kurt began to sweat a lot and was really getting into this fulfilling sex session.
All good things must reach a climax, and each of the boys certainly did achieve one hell of a climax! Brad reached the point of no return first while Kurt's dick was embedded in his ass. Repeated pressure on his prostate gland caused Brad to explode all over his and Kurt's chest. That did it for Kurt also. Brad was pleased that Kurt pulled out at the last second, ripped off the condom, and shot his load all over Brad's chest. Their come mingled together on Brad's hairy chest, and after catching his breath, Kurt leaned down to lick some of it up. He got a sizable portion of come in his mouth and proceeded to share it with Brad during a hot kiss.
Kurt then collapsed on top of Brad and the two continued kissing for what seemed like an eternity.
THE END.... or THE BEGINNING?
This is the last installment. I really appreciate all of you who wrote to me and encouraged me to "keep it up" (pun intended!). I didn't get to answer everyone's e-mail but I will in the near future. Let me know what you thought of the ending. You can e-mail me at ankh_one@yahoo.com