What If? -- Part II An Original Series by Ankh_one
Kurt was glad that it was Friday and that he did not have too much on his calendar for that day because he could not help but think about his morning encounter with Brad. The guy was gorgeous, no doubt about it. But the thing that bothered Kurt the most was that he could not even remotely tell if Brad was gay or not. Kurt already knew what it was like to lust after a straight guy... it always ended in disappointment.
Kurt did remember one positive thing about his dilemma: Brad was not wearing a wedding ring. Unfortunately, there were a lot of married guys who didn't wear rings. "Think positive," Kurt told himself.
The rest of his work day passed uneventfully, and Kurt decided to take the long way home and drive past the house in which he thought Brad lived. Luckily, no cars were behind him as Kurt slowed his car down near Brad's house. The house was typical for the neighborhood: a two-story colonial with about 2,500 square feet of living space.
Kurt noticed that the garage door was open and that there were several boxes piled inside. Each one seemed to be neatly labeled and stacked efficiently. Kurt couldn't see any indication of kids' toys or womanly things. A bit excited about that discovery, Kurt had to calm himself down as he realized that this evidence was circumstantial at best and really did not lead to any conclusions about Brad's marital status.
"Well, I think I've been enough of a stalker for today," Kurt said aloud. He drove the rest of the way home and entered his house. Heading for his bedroom, Kurt began to get out of his work clothes. Off came his tie and he had already completely unbuttoned his dress shirt by the time he climbed the stairs to the master bedroom. Flinging off his shirt, Kurt quickly took off his remaining clothes and stood in front of his bedroom mirror wearing only his Calvin Klein black boxer briefs.
Kurt admired his body in the mirror and began to run his hands through his chest hair. Although he definitely needed to expose his body more often to the sun ("And there are lots of fun and interesting ways to do that," Kurt thought to himself), he was pleased with the results of his workouts. He tweaked his right nipple and felt the unmistakable pleasure that accompanied such an action.
Kurt could see and feel his cock tenting out his boxer briefs, and since he liked his underwear tight, he was getting a bit uncomfortable. As he began to massage his straining cock through the microfiber material, the vision of Brad in his wet, clinging jogging shorts flashed into Kurt's mind. Kurt closed his eyes and relived the moment of Brad running through the lawn sprinklers as if it were a movie that was shot in slow motion.
A faint groan of pleasure escaped Kurt's lips as he caressed his ass. Tonight's self-pleasure session was going to be special and much different from the routine jack-off encounters he had been having lately.
"But first, I have to lose my Calvins," Kurt thought and he abruptly shed this final piece of clothing. His 8" cock slapped up against his stomach, rigid and dripping pre-come.
Kurt went to the special drawer in his nightstand that contained the essentials of sexual encounters: lube, condoms and a few "toys," as he called them. Kurt said to himself, "Well, Brad's package looked kind of big in those wet shorts so I'd better use the big one to get the right feeling."
Reaching into the drawer, Kurt pulled out a rather large dildo that was, of course, flesh-colored and ready for the invasion. Kurt rarely used toys when he was masturbating, but he had been so horny all day thinking about Brad that he had to do something special for himself tonight.
Kurt squeezed a bit of Astroglide on his fingers and started to lube up his asshole. "It's been a long time since you've been fucked," Kurt thought to himself. "So, entry is going to be a little painful."
After lubing up the dildo, Kurt began to fantasize about making love to Brad. Yes, he thought about making love to Brad, not fucking him. Fucking seemed to be more vulgar and more in line with a one-night stand. Kurt, of course, had his fair share of casual encounters, but he did not enjoy them because he felt that he had always put his needs before his partner's.
Kurt also knew that the other guy was trying to do the same thing, but the experience of attaining mutual pleasure was so much more satisfying for Kurt. That's what he meant by making love: taking time to do everything just right so that both participants achieve ecstasy... not just one person shooting their load all over creation and then quickly looking around on the floor for his underwear and other clothing.
Kurt imagined that Brad was a great kisser who gently but firmly penetrated Kurt's mouth with his tongue. The kissing would seem to last for hours in Kurt's fantasy, but he eventually would break the lip-lock to pursue other pleasure spots on Brad's body.
Amidst these passionate imaginings, Kurt placed the dildo at his asshole, and surprisingly, it slipped past his sphincter muscle without any pain or discomfort. Kurt knew then that he was really horny and that this session would not last long. But he sensed that he would have an extremely powerful orgasm.
After shoving the dildo to the hilt up his ass, Kurt began to slowly pull it out of his love canal only to shove it all the way back in soon afterward. While working the dildo with his left hand, Kurt's right hand was slowly stroking his cock. The pleasure of both sensations was really turning Kurt on, and his body broke out in a sweat.
Kurt imagined that his legs were propped up on Brad's shoulders and that their eyes were always locked on each other. Brad also hungrily kissed Kurt in the fantasy as often as his insistent thrusting allowed. Kurt was getting close to orgasm and he really needed the release.
To push himself over the edge, Kurt imagined that Brad was barebacking him and that Brad was just about to shoot his load into Kurt's waiting body. That image did it... Kurt felt the sperm boiling up from his balls as his cock prepared to release the fluid. With one final scraping of the dildo against his prostate, Kurt began to shoot what seemed to be a gallon of cum.
The first volley landed partly on his pillow and partly in his hair. The second shot baptized his forehead and nose, and the remaining three spurts christened his hairy chest and stomach.
As Kurt came back to earth from the throes of ecstasy, he realized that he had been almost shouting as he was achieving orgasm. He rarely was vocal when he masturbated, but this was an exception. Carefully, he removed the greasy dildo from his ass and laid it on the towel that he had draped over the bed. His ass was a little sore, but it was a good kind of pain.
Almost as an afterthought, Kurt scooped up some of the cum that had collected in the center of his chest and greedily licked it off of his hand. This action, too, was unusual for Kurt because he almost never tasted his own cum and had never let a guy shoot in his mouth. Kurt was almost a fanatic about safe sex and he was a bit embarrassed that his fantasy had involved barebacking, a feat that Kurt had never attempted.
"Yeah, but that orgasm was worth it," Kurt thought to himself as he drifted off to sleep.
"Tomorrow," he thought, "I'll go after the real thing." Kurt drifted off into a deep slumber that was not entirely peaceful due to some pretty erotic dreams.
End of Part II... I hope everyone likes it. I know I'm moving kind of slow with our two heroes getting together, but that is deliberate. Part III is in the works. Suggestions are appreciated. E-mail: ankh_one@yahoo.com