What If? Part IV An Original Series by Ankh_one
Kurt spent the rest of the day Saturday doing all of the household chores that he had planned to do. He also worked a bit on his tan, but he afraid that he might get sunburned since this was his first exposure to the sun that summer. He wasn't going to worry about it, though. He usually tanned nicely, and he couldn't remember the last time that he had sunburn.
There were two nagging thoughts that went through his mind all day: his strange dream the night before and seeing the young man come out of Brad's house while Brad stood in the doorway naked. To save his sanity, Kurt concentrated mostly on the dream. He could not get that line out of his head, "We are One." He could not figure out what that meant, no matter how hard and long he thought about it. Was the white figure supposed to represent a part of himself? Did it have anything to do with the fact that he was not "out" to many people, especially at work? Kurt could not come to any conclusions.
But that line of thinking brought up again the same old problem that had plagued him for the last year. He was just not comfortable telling people about his sexuality. The one and only person that he told a few months ago was Kelly, a former work colleague and close friend. Kurt and Kelly had kept in touch often after they both left their jobs at the same company. Kelly had been Kurt's mentor for a while, and she seemed to have a bright future at the company. However, women were not well accepted in some conservative financial service firms like the one they both had worked for, and Kelly quickly figured out that she had hit the proverbial glass ceiling. Kurt also did not like the close-minded culture of the firm, but not because of his homosexuality. The firm frowned on many things including minorities and even people who were older than 35. So, Kurt also chose to leave the firm.
Thankfully, nothing had changed between Kelly and Kurt after his revelation, but they did go through a period of, as they later called it, "weirdness." Kelly finally stopped trying to fix Kurt up with her female friends, a burden that Kurt was glad to get rid of. In fact, they often would go to lunch and make comments about the cute guys in the restaurant. Kurt felt extremely lucky to have an accepting friend like Kelly.
Family members were a different story. About two years ago, Kurt's parents had stopped asking him about when he was going to get married and give them grandchildren. Kurt really didn't know why that line of questioning stopped, but he felt it had something to do with his father stumbling across some gay porn pictures on Kurt's computer that he had forgotten to erase. Kurt's Dad acted very strangely toward him for about a month afterward, but things somehow got back to normal.
Kurt even worked for a very progressive company after he left his first job. The new firm had domestic partner benefits and did not tolerate discrimination based on sexual orientation. Kurt still did not feel comfortable, though. He looked upon his sexuality as a significant part of his life but not a part that invaded all facets of his life. Some of his ex-boyfriends usually groaned when Kurt launched into his routine about not advertising his sexuality at work because he did not want the heterosexual people to do the same.
"I don't want to know who or what they are sleeping with, so why should they be entitled to know that I prefer a masculine man in my bed?" Kurt often said.
Some of his gay friends were extremely offended by this line of thinking, and one had even told him that Kurt was personally setting the gay rights movement back 20 years. Kurt did not buy into that logic, though, instead saying that people who chose not to broadcast their sexual preferences should be as entitled to their decision as those who chose to put gay flags on their cars.
Although he did not want to dwell on it too much, Kurt also tried to figure out the nature of the scene that had transpired at Brad's house earlier that morning. Kurt decided that the twink could not have been Brad's son because he felt, perhaps naively, that most fathers did not walk around naked in front of their families. Kurt's father had often stripped down to his baggy white boxers on hot days while lounging around the house, but he never removed them. ("Thank God!", Kurt thought.)
So, by eliminating the family angle, Kurt then had to decide if what he saw was truly the aftermath of Brad's one-night-stand with the twink. That thought really bothered Kurt even though he realized he had absolutely no right to feel that way. Kurt decided that, whether he approved or not, Brad was free to live his life the way he wanted, and he was glad that his chores were almost finished so that he would not have to think about Brad any longer.
It was about 6 p.m. when Kurt realized that he was hungry and tired. He had just about finished washing his car and that was the final task of the day. As he hosed off the last of the soap from his windshield, Kurt almost jumped out of his skin when he felt someone touch his bare back.
"Ow! Jesus Christ!", Kurt yelled involuntarily as he realized that he may have truly gotten sunburned that day since his back was suddenly on fire.
"Sorry, Kurt," Brad said while quickly taking his hand off of Kurt's back. "You really got some sunburn today. I shouldn't have touched you since your back is so red."
Kurt whirled around and saw Brad standing there. Brad had obviously been out jogging again. He was soaked in sweat and once again had on only skimpy nylon jogging shorts. This time, the shorts were white, and they made Brad's tan look all the darker.
Kurt almost lost his breath at the sight of this studly male, but he quickly recovered. "I'm sorry I yelled, Brad. I guess I did get a lot more sun than I should have today," Kurt managed to say.
"Yeah. Your back is red, your chest is still white and I bet you have a nasty tan line above your knees where your shorts are," Brad said, laughing. "Let's take a look."
Brad reached out and pulled up the right leg of Kurt's shorts and startled Kurt in the process. People normally did not try to check out his tan lines. Apparently, Brad thought nothing of it. Kurt, however, suddenly remembered that he was not wearing underwear and that his cock was starting to stir. The fear of Brad seeing his hard-on made Kurt's dick remain flaccid, much to Kurt's relief.
"Yep, just as I suspected... sunburn and pasty white skin above it," Brad said as he lowered the leg of Kurt's shorts. "You know that you're going to have to even up your tan soon or you'll look pretty funny poolside this summer."
"Right now, I'd settle for something to take the sting of my sunburn away," Kurt said, wincing.
"I tell you what. I have the perfect cure for sunburn at my house. It's a family recipe, I guess. If you'd like, you can have some. It's guaranteed to work in less than 10 minutes after you put it on. It also helps to minimize peeling," Brad said.
"Why would you have a sunburn remedy? I mean, just look at you, Mr. Tan Man. I can't imagine that you've ever been sunburned in your entire life," Kurt exclaimed.
"You'd be surprised," Brad said, noticing that Kurt was looking intently at his tanned, hairy chest. "I get a nasty burn the first time I lay out at the beginning of summer. After that, I tan. But for that first time, I need to use the sunburn medicine."
Kurt secretly wondered where Brad's tan lines were. He couldn't see any white skin near the bottom of his jogging shorts, which was somewhat strange since recent fashion demanded that men's shorts and swim trunks be pretty long.
"Those thoughts are going to give you an erection, you moron," Kurt thought to himself.
"Umm... OK. Let me get cleaned up and I'll be over to get some of that sunburn stuff," Kurt stammered.
"It's not a good idea to try and take a shower when your skin is so raw. You really should put some of the goop on, wait a couple of hours, take your shower and then put more on. That's the way I do it and I haven't peeled in years," Brad mentioned.
"Ok, lead the way," Kurt said nervously.
"Well, I usually sprint the last hundred yards or so of my run. So, I challenge you to a hundred yard race," Brad said with a gleam in his eye.
"No way, man. I'm tired and running isn't my thing," Kurt said weakly.
"So how do you keep in such great shape?" Brad asked.
Taken aback a bit by the obvious flirtation, Kurt stuttered and said, "Umm... I...I like to swim mostly. I also have a weight machine upstairs."
"Ok. I can see that your ego can't handle a defeat, so I withdraw my challenge," Brad said slyly.
"Ego, huh? I'll show you ego," Kurt said as he took off toward Brad's house.
Unfortunately, Kurt's lead was short-lived as Brad easily caught up to him and made it to the house quicker. Kurt did get a good look at Brad's beautiful body in motion. He especially enjoyed seeing Brad's awesome ass encased in thin nylon.
"My ego accepts this crushing blow," Kurt said, out of breath.
"Don't worry about it. It was just a friendly race. Come on inside and let's get you some relief," Brad said as he opened the door to his house.
Even though Brad had moved in only a short time ago, the living room and most of the first floor were orderly with no stray boxes lying around. Kurt liked the simple yet masculine furniture that Brad had chosen. In fact, Kurt realized that their tastes were very similar.
"We have to head upstairs to my bedroom. I think the balm is in my bathroom cabinet," Brad said, heading toward the stairs.
Once again, Kurt got a nice view of Brad's ass as they climbed the stairs. They arrived at the master suite and Kurt noticed the large bed that dominated the room. A quick vision of Brad and the twink having hot, sweaty sex flashed in Kurt's mind. For some reason, Kurt assumed that Brad was topping the twink and pounding the boy's ass while in the missionary position. Kurt knew that he couldn't dwell on such thoughts, so he quickly discarded the disturbing but erotic scene in his mind.
"Damn, you have a big bed," Kurt said in an effort to maintain control over his mind and body.
"Yeah, I move around a lot so I like a king-size bed," Brad said, a bit embarrassed as he realized that the real reason for the large bed was he liked to move around a lot during sex.
"Why don't you pull the bedspread off and lay down on the sheets. I'll get the sunburn stuff and put it on your back," Brad said as he went into the bathroom in search of the balm.
"Lying face down on Brad's bed ... that could be dangerous for my impending erection," Kurt thought as he climbed into the bed.
Brad quickly reentered the room and hesitated as he realized that he liked the way Kurt looked in his bed.
Being a bit daring, Brad said, "This stuff sometimes stains light-colored fabrics. I don't want to get any on your shorts since it might leave a mark."
A moment of tense silence hung in the room like a mob lynching. Realizing that he had better clarify his comment, especially since he did not know if Kurt was gay or not, Brad said, "I mean, stripping to your underwear is no big deal. We're both guys, right?" Brad said, trying to hide his desire to see Kurt with less clothes on but not really succeeding.
Kurt was panic-stricken. He regretted his decision to not wear underwear that day, and he knew that if he took off his shorts in front of Brad, his dick would snap to attention.
"Well, Houston, we have a problem. Isn't that how that line goes?" Kurt said with a nervous laugh. "I'm kind of ... ummm ... let's just say that I've decided to hang loose today."
Brad laughed as he realized what Kurt was talking about. He laughed and said, "It's cool. I go 'commando' every now and then myself."
"It's just that I assumed that I would be at home all day today, and I just wanted to free-ball it," Kurt said, getting a bit aroused.
"That's a term I've never used for not wearing underwear, but, really, it's OK. In fact, let me get you a towel. I'll give you some privacy to cover yourself with the towel after you take off your shorts," Brad said reluctantly. He really wanted to see Kurt's ass, but he knew that Kurt was uncomfortable. Brad instantly regretted that he was almost always a gentleman even if it meant that he had to give up something.
"Thanks, I appreciate it. I guess I'm just a bit modest," Kurt said as he turned to face Brad.
Brad thought he saw a little tenting in Kurt's shorts but he did not want to get caught staring at this guy's package. After all, Brad did not relish the thought of getting slugged in the face for staring if Kurt was hetero.
"Here's a towel. I'll leave you to your privacy, and I have to pee anyway," Brad said as he shut the bathroom door behind himself.
"Whew, that was a close one," Kurt thought, looking down at the slight tenting of his shorts.
Kurt removed his shorts and placed them on the little sofa that was in Brad's bedroom. He laid down on the bed on his stomach and covered his bare ass with the towel.
After a short amount of time, Brad returned with a jar of white goop in his hand.
"This will feel pretty cold at first, but, trust me, it's worth it," Brad said.
Brad began to apply the gel to Kurt's back and noticed that Kurt relaxed quickly after the initial shock of the lotion being cold. Brad was really getting turned on by rubbing this stud's muscular but sunburned back. His dick began to harden, and Brad was glad that he had tight shorts on.
Taking his time so as to not cause Kurt too much pain, Brad lovingly worked the lotion into Kurt's back. He moved further down Kurt's body and spread some of the concoction on Kurt's legs. He hesitated slightly as his hands moved past the bottom of the towel. Only through sheer will power did Brad manage to not rip the towel off of Kurt so that he could stare at what he thought would be a near-perfect ass.
As these hot thoughts moved through his mind, Brad realized that he was really getting a stiff hard-on, so he quickly headed back to the bathroom.
"I'm going to take a shower since I'm all sweaty from my run. You just lay there for a few minutes and let the lotion seep into your skin," Brad said as he rushed toward the bathroom.
Kurt was completely relaxed and his foremost problem had deflated also. Kurt thought that Brad would make an excellent masseuse. Somehow the heat and the activity of the day caught up with him, and Kurt slowly drifted off to sleep.
Brad turned the shower on and made sure that the water was a lot colder than normal. He removed his tight shorts and his dick sprang outward. Kurt looked at himself in the full-length bathroom mirror and briefly admired his tanned body. He began to tweak his nipples and rub his cock as thoughts of ravishing Kurt ran through his mind.
"You had better take care of this situation in the shower," Brad thought.
He pulled the shower doors open and stepped quickly into the cold spray of water. Even though the water temperature was a shock to Brad's body, his cock didn't even come close to shrinking. Brad reached for the soap and started to lather up his cock and balls. He knew that this masturbation session would be quick because he was on fire with lust for Kurt.
Brad imagined that he was rimming Kurt's ass, getting it wet and sloppy for a good pounding. In his fantasy, Brad tongued Kurt's asshole while stroking Kurt's dick slowly and sensually. He then imagined that he put Kurt in the doggy-style position in the shower, after which Brad started to pump Kurt's ass .
As these erotic images roamed through Brad's mind, he was stroking himself feverishly. Soon, he shot a rather sizable load all over the shower doors. Somehow, Brad kept himself from moaning out loud, a difficult task for someone who loved to be loud during sex.
After orgasm, Brad almost collapsed on the floor of the shower. He was amazed at the amount of cum that had shot out from his balls, especially since he had had sex twice with the twink, whatever his name was, in the last twenty-four hours. A familiar twinge of guilt pulsed through Brad's body. He really did not like his recent escapades because he felt that sex was always better when he cared about the guy. Brad realized that these recent one-night stands were completely unfulfilling and even depressing. Although he got his rocks off each time, he always felt emotionally empty inside after the deed was done.
Clearing his head of guilt and remorse, Brad cleaned himself up, and the shower doors as well. Quickly drying himself, Brad wrapped the wet towel around his waist and was glad that, at least for a short while, there was no danger of getting an erection in front of Kurt.
Brad opened the bathroom door and heard heavy, even breathing coming from his bed. Kurt had fallen asleep, and Brad had an overwhelming urge to remove Kurt's towel so that he could take a good look at Kurt's body.
"Oh, man. The temptation is overwhelming!" Brad thought. "What should I do? Take advantage of his unconscious state... just for a peek... or be a noble and honorable friend?"
Time seemed to stand still as Brad considered his options.
End of Part IV. I know, it's probably killing you to know what happens next. Sorry, but suspense is a part of every good story. More importantly, I haven't yet decided what will happen! Comments are appreciated. E-mail me at ankh_one@yahoo.com