What If? Part III An Original Series by Ankh_one
After a great masturbation session, Kurt fell into a deep sleep. One particular dream seemed incredibly real. In the dream, Kurt was in a beautiful field in springtime. The air smelled clean, and there was a flurry of activity in the meadow with the animals scurrying about. The sun beat down on Kurt's naked body while a gentle breeze caressed the hair on his chest and head. Kurt could also hear the sound of waves crashing upon the shore. He surmised that the ocean, although out of sight, was nearby. Truly, this was paradise.
After marveling at his surroundings, Kurt noticed a lone figure ahead in the distance. He could not make out who it was, but the person held out his hand and gestured for Kurt to follow him. Kurt obeyed and, as he neared the mystery person, he noticed that the man was dressed in white from head to toe. His facial features were hidden by an expressionless mask that had holes only for his eyes and nose. Where his hair would be, the man wore a white hood.
Kurt came within 20 feet of the mystery man, and the man began to walk away, always keeping distance between them but still facing Kurt. Kurt called out to the figure but found that his voice was gone. He could not even whisper. The masked figure sensed Kurt's distress and stopped walking.
"Do not be afraid. We are one," the words registered in Kurt's head even though the man had not spoken.
Kurt again tried to speak and failed in his second attempt. "We do not need words, just thoughts." Again, the message appeared in Kurt's mind but clearly it was not Kurt's inner voice. The mystery figure must be communicating with his mind.
Going against logic and experience, Kurt attempted to communicate with the man with his thoughts. "Who are you? Why won't you let me catch up to you?"
"We are one. You cannot catch me because you do not want to. Let go of the doubts and fears that are keeping us apart. I cannot reveal myself to you until you truly want me," the man in white "replied" to Kurt in his mind.
"I don't understand," Kurt thought as the mystery figure seemed to be moving farther away. Fog had invaded the meadow, making it difficult for Kurt to chase after the man who spoke with thoughts instead of words.
"You know what you have to do. We cannot be together until you forgive yourself and embrace who you really are. But, I have faith in you and I will wait. We are one." The last words from the mystery man seemed to fade in Kurt's mind as the figure vanished in the fog.
Kurt began to frantically run in the direction where he had last seen the figure dressed in white. "Don't leave yet! I do not understand your message," Kurt seemed to scream with his thoughts.
But there was no response from the mystery man. Kurt ran through the mists of the meadow until he could not see his hand in front of his face. Suddenly, Kurt's feet could no longer feel the ground beneath him, and Kurt realized that he was falling. Rather than abject fear, Kurt felt regret about his forthcoming death.
As he perceived that he was going to hit the ground, Kurt woke up with a start. He looked around and realized that he was in bed and that it had all been a dream. As he became more aware of himself and his real surroundings, he noticed that he was covered in sweat and his heart was racing.
"Now that was some dream," Kurt said aloud.
The dream troubled him, though, because he truly had no idea how to interpret it. Kurt had taken several psychology courses in college and knew that dreams were rarely literal. But this one puzzled him because of its complexity: the masked figure who claims to be "one" with him; the message to forgive himself (for what, Kurt did not know); and falling off the cliff with the overwhelming feeling being regret rather than fear.
"I'll think about it more in the morning when I have a clearer head," Kurt thought as he lay down.
The rest of the night passed uneventfully for Kurt and soon his alarm was blaring for him to wake up. As Kurt traveled up through the depths of unconsciousness, he realized that his mind had just been focusing on an intense issue.
"What if you do have a soul mate out there? What if you have already crossed paths and he was not interested in you? What if he is straight or married?
What if you somehow knew that someone was your great love in a past life but you could not find him in this life? What if you endured a lifetime of loneliness searching for 'The One' only to discover shortly before your death that this person did not exist?"
As Kurt broke the surface of consciousness, these thoughts disturbed him. He did not want to fall victim to self-defeating thinking. It was hard enough to make connections with anybody when dating, let alone trying to find one's soul mate. Kurt forced the negativity out of his mind and focused on the tasks that he wanted to accomplish on that beautiful Saturday in June.
Kurt showered, had a quick breakfast, and ran back upstairs to get dressed. "Today is a 'no shirt and no underwear day'," Kurt thought to himself. He was in a free-balling kind of mood today and he wanted to get some sun on his pale skin. So, Kurt selected a pair of tight khaki shorts and headed out to begin his day of household chores.
Brad was just waking up down the street in his house.
He reached over to shut off the alarm and made contact with someone sleeping in his bed. Brad had a pounding headache and vaguely remembered something about being at a bar the night before.
The figure next to him stirred and pulled the sheet away from his face. "Good morning, stud," the person said.
Brad looked at the man, if you could call this kid a "man", and could not remember what his name was. It looked like he had picked up a twink at the bar and brought him home for God knows what kind of sexual experience. The man/boy looked to be about seventeen years old and had the classic twink features: blonde hair, blue eyes, thin body, and a smooth chest.
"Geez," Brad thought to himself. "I must've been REALLY drunk last night. I don't even like twinks."
"Hey," Brad said aloud.
The man/boy threw the sheet away from their bodies and began to look at Brad's defined, slightly hairy body with lust in his eyes.
"Brad, I want you to fuck me again the way you did last night," the man/boy said as he started to move his head toward Brad's flaccid cock.
Brad wasn't sure that he could even get hard since he was not at all attracted to his bed partner. "Damn, I have to stop picking up people like this," Brad thought as the man/boy eagerly sucked his cock.
But Brad realized that he was horny and deduced that this state was the sole reason that he had brought this kid home with him last night. "A nice morning fuck would be a great start to the day," Brad thought as he vaguely remembered that the kid had a tight ass.
Flipping the man/boy over on his back roughly, Brad growled, "Enough of this foreplay shit. I'm going to fuck your ass so hard you won't be able to walk right for a week!"
Brad pushed the boy's legs up in the air and rubbed his face and tongue all around the kid's asshole. Brad started to dart his tongue in and out of the kid's hole, and he realized that the taste was a mixture of lube and latex.
"Thank God I used a rubber last night," Brad thought.
The man/boy was moaning and his cock was as hard as steel. Brad greedily licked at the boy's hairless pucker and, once the entrance was wet enough, he roughly shoved two fingers up the boy's rectum.
"Oh my God!" the boy screamed. "Put your fat cock up my ass RIGHT NOW!"
As if the boy's command mattered, Brad reached over to the box of Trojans on the night stand and took one of the Magnum-sized condoms out. Quickly slipping it over his shaft, Brad next applied lube to both his cock and the man/boy's hole.
"This is going to be one fuck you'll never forget, little man," Brad sneered as he lined up his cock near the kid's ass.
A look of fear passed over the kid's face but it was quickly replaced by a mix of pain and pleasure as Brad invaded his ass. With one powerful thrust, Brad entered the man/boy and had his balls slapping up against the kid's ass within 2 seconds.
Bottom Boy, as Brad began to call his fuck buddy in his own mind since he could not remember his name, began to moan with each stroke. Brad was showing BB no mercy. Each long stroke in was followed by Brad pulling his dick almost all of the way out. Brad knew that he was putting a lot of pressure on Bottom Boy's prostate and that it would not be long until BB shot his load. But that was Brad's strategy: fuck him hard, get him to cum quickly so that his sphincter muscles would clamp down hard on Brad's penis, thereby sending Brad over the edge.
Brad was surprised that he had worked up a sweat after only a few minutes of fucking this little twink.
His ass was tight, Brad had to admit, but he could not bring himself to concentrate or even look at the kid. Brad was never into twinks and he was afraid that he might lose his erection if he truly realized who he was fucking. Brad liked masculine guys who had somewhat hairy chests. His ideal man did not have to be a gym rat either, just toned.
Brad suddenly realized that the picture of his ideal man resembled his new neighbor, Kurt. Of course, Brad had not yet seen much of Kurt's body. But the body type and characteristics were right on the mark. Brad wondered if Kurt was even gay.
But rather than involve himself in an analysis of his potential with his new neighbor, Brad focused on the pleasure that was traveling up his cock as he mercilessly fucked the man/boy. For fun, he began to imagine that he was fucking Kurt, and even though Brad did not even know what Kurt looked like naked, Brad imagined that he was looking down on Kurt's hairy, well-defined chest and that his abs were rubbing up against Kurt's large cock.
The intense pleasure was becoming too much for Bottom Boy. One or two more strokes against his prostate and he was going to blow.
"Slow down or I'm going to cum soon," he managed to say to Brad while still moaning like a banshee.
Brad ignored him and ground his dick harder into BB's ass. Sure enough, BB's dick erupted like a volcano, shooting cum all over Brad's hairy chest. One shot even landed against Brad's chin.
As expected, the boy clamped his sphincter muscles down hard on Brad's dick and Brad threw his head back as he pumped his load into the condom.
"Oh, Kurt..." Brad screamed before collapsing on top of Bottom Boy.
After a minute, Bottom Boy said, "Umm... my name is Josh, not Kurt."
Brad could not suppress his laughter as he rolled off of Josh's body. "Ok, Josh, it's time for you to leave now."
"But I want to stay here with you for a while, Brad. I thought we could take a long shower together, maybe even fool around in the shower. And then, you can take me to breakfast," Josh said and put on his best puppy dog face.
"Josh, do you know what tricking is?" Brad asked.
"Well, yeah. But this wasn't a trick, was it? You told me last night when you were a bit plastered that you wanted to have the one thing that was impossible for you to get: a long-term relationship," Josh paused before continuing. "And I've never been attracted to anyone more than you. And the sex was incredible, you have to admit that, right? I mean, it was the best I've ever had."
Brad chuckled to himself and asked the obvious question, "How old are you, Josh?"
Josh hesitated and answered "Twenty-three."
"No, really, how old?" Brad asked again.
"Ok, I'm twenty and I got into that bar with a fake I.D. But age doesn't matter, does it?" Josh asked, slowly realizing where this conversation was going.
"Josh, I'm thirty-four years old. That means that it is biologically possible for me to be your father. Doesn't that bother you?" Brad asked.
"No. In fact, you're not like my Dad at all. He hates it when I don't come home until the next morning...," Josh trailed off when he noticed that Brad was shaking his head in disgust.
"You still live at home, huh? Well, I think it's time you go back to your bedroom in Daddy's house. It was fun, but we're not right for each other. Do you want me to give you a ride?" Brad asked, ignoring the obvious pun about giving Josh a "ride."
Josh looked mortified. He found his tighty-whiteys on the floor and pulled them on. "No, I'm a big boy and can find my way home. Not that you would give me credit for being an adult," Josh yelled as he pulled on his tight leather pants and spandex cropped tee-shirt.
"Oh, Lord," Brad thought. "I brought home disco trash last night and fucked his brains out. What is my life coming to? The boy can't even buy a decent pair of underwear, either. What are those, Hanes? He probably bought them in a package of three for $5.99 at Wal-Mart. Oh, what my raging hormones make me do!"
Brad realized that Josh was still going on about Brad's objections to his age, but at last, the boy had finished dressing.
"Goodbye, Josh. In all fairness, you were a good fuck. But I need more than a good fuck in my life. And as for you, you need to be with guys that are your age. You'll have a lot more fun with them."
Brad walked to the front door and opened it for Josh.
As Josh left, Brad realized that he was naked and that the neighbors, if they were looking, would see him in all his glory. He quickly closed the door.
Kurt was cutting his grass up by the curb of the street when he noticed Brad's door had opened.
"That's strange," Kurt thought to himself. "Why is that kid coming out of Brad's house? I wonder if that is his son."
Kurt was about to get depressed when he spotted Brad.
It looked like Brad was naked!
"Maybe Brad really is gay!" Kurt thought but then he realized that it looked like Brad's type was twinky boys. Clearly, Kurt did not fit into that category.
"Oh well, I'm not going to get down about this (all pun intended)," Kurt thought. "This might mean that Brad really is gay, and I might get to show him what a real man is like. I'll change his ways and he won't look twice at those twinks anymore."
Kurt threw himself into his chores with renewed vigor.
Maybe he and Brad would get together some day.
End of Part III -- Thanks to all who have sent e-mails.
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