What If? Part V An Original Series by Ankh_one
Brad looked down at Kurt and made sure that Kurt was asleep. Kurt's slow, rhythmic breathing indicated that he was dead to the world, but Brad wanted to be certain before proceeding. Slowly, Brad grasped the top of the towel that Kurt had draped over himself. Brad was almost shaking because he did not want to get caught trying to catch a glimpse of his new friend's nakedness. Brad really didn't know if Kurt was gay, and since Kurt had been so shy about getting undressed in front of another guy, Brad wasn't sure of Kurt's sexual preference.
Brad pulled the towel back just a bit and could see the pale white skin of Kurt's lower back. Sensing that Kurt was still asleep, Brad became bolder and whisked the towel off of Kurt's body like a matador teasing a bull with his red cape. Brad half-expected a cheer to rise up from the imaginary crowd in the bull ring as he looked down on the fruits of his efforts.
Brad almost began to drool over Kurt's ass. It was almost perfectly round without a blemish in sight. A light coating of hair ran from Kurt's lower back into the shadows of the crack of his ass. Brad also noticed that Kurt had pretty muscular legs, an aspect he had missed since Kurt was either wearing pants or long shorts each time that Brad had seen him.
As Brad was lost in his lustful admiration, Kurt stirred and moved on the bed. Brad almost had a heart attack thinking that Kurt was waking up. But Kurt was merely changing positions and was still lost in the depths of sleep. After willing his heart to stop beating so fast, Brad noticed that Kurt's new position had exposed his puckered anus. Brad almost lost his breath because Kurt's hole looked so inviting.
"Oh, the things I would like to do to your ass," Brad thought to himself as he noticed that his cock was slowly regaining its erect state under the towel.
One of Brad's favorite things to do during foreplay was to rim his partner. It didn't matter if Brad would assume the role of the top or the bottom -- rimming the other guy was always a priority. But Brad's lustful thoughts were interrupted by his conscience.
"You can't do this. You don't even know if he's gay.
What if he wakes up?" Brad's conscience warned him.
But the "bad boy" side of Brad also had something to say: "True, but what if he likes to be rimmed? Kurt might beg you to stretch his puckered hole with your willing cock."
Brad decided that he didn't want to think anymore; he just wanted to go with his instincts. So, he leaned over the bed and put his face close to Kurt's ass. Sticking out his tongue, he gently licked the skin around Kurt's anus. Kurt stirred a bit again, but Brad did not notice. Brad was overcome with desire and wanted to see how far his tongue would go up Kurt's beautiful ass.
Turning his tongue into a tiny spear, Brad thrust it up Kurt's ass. Kurt moaned and fought to rise to the surface of consciousness. Kurt opened his eyes and remembered where he was: Brad's bedroom. Just as he was about to say something, Brad shoved his tongue back into Kurt causing Kurt to moan loudly again.
After the initial shock of the situation had worn off, Kurt quickly rolled away from Brad and yelled, "What the fuck do you think you're doing?!"
Brad was mortified. He felt that his worst nightmare had come true: he was caught doing sexual things to a straight guy. Brad's face turned bright red from embarrassment. He mumbled, "I'm really sorry."
"Sorry, huh? What? Did you think I was a trick like that little twink I saw coming out of your house this morning while you stood naked in the doorway?" Kurt shouted.
Brad felt like he had been punched in the stomach as all of the air seemed to have escaped from his lungs in an instant. He could barely breathe, let alone respond to Kurt's accusations. But then, Brad digested what Kurt had said.
"So, you really are gay? How else would you know what 'twink' means?" Brad said as a smile spread across his face.
"I may be gay, but that doesn't mean that you can have your way with me without asking my permission. And besides, some of us have matured to the point where meaningless sex is no longer desirable. Your encounter with the twink last night suggests that you're still chasing anonymous sex," Kurt said with anger in his voice.
"Oh, Kurt, I am so sorry. It was wrong for me to take advantage of your vulnerability. But, at least I know that you're gay and it was worth me taking the chance to find out."
Kurt hesitated and tried to figure out what was going through the mind of the person standing in front of him.
"Yeah, and you now know what my ass looks like, too," Kurt said with sarcastic tone.
Brad didn't know if that last comment was serious or not, but, in spite of his better judgment, Brad laughed.
Kurt laughed too. It seemed as if a very tense situation had just turned around. Both men felt better and casually smiled at each other.
Kurt got up from the bed and, while standing with his back to Brad, he wrapped the towel around himself. "Sorry, Brad, but I'm not looking to be another notch in your belt. I'll just put my clothes back on and be on my way. Thanks for the sunburn ointment."
Negative emotions seemed to hit Brad like a ton of bricks. Here was a nice guy standing in front of him who was gay, and he thought the worst: that Brad was only into casual sex. Brad also remembered with great remorse the incident that had forced him to move to this city from a place that he truly loved. Brad plopped down into a nearby chair and looked like the weight of the world had pinned him down. Kurt noticed and his first thought was to ignore Brad, thinking that this was some kind of ploy to get Kurt into Brad's bed.
"hat's up with you, man? You looked like your best friend just died," Kurt said as he put his shorts back on.
"In a manner of speaking, he just did," Brad said as he stared at the wall. "It's not like we know much about each other, but since you're the only person I know in this town right now, that makes you my best friend. And, I just fucked over my best friend."
"If this is a ploy, he deserves an Oscar," Kurt thought as he noticed what appeared to be sincerity emanating from Brad.
As he was about to make a sarcastic comment, Kurt noticed tears welling up in Brad's eyes. Kurt immediately melted. He went over to where Brad was sitting and placed a reassuring arm around Brad's shoulders.
"Hey, I forgive you for making a pass at me. We just want completely different things. I want a partner and I think you just want a hot time until the next boy comes along," Kurt said in a matter-of-fact manner.
"But that's just it! I can understand how you came to your conclusions about me. After all, you have seen me at my worst. Tricking with a guy who is almost young enough to be my son and then I stripped the towel away from you. But that's not the real me," Brad said with conviction. "I don't expect you to believe me, but I don't want casual encounters anymore than you do. In fact, as I was packing up my things to move here, I fantasized that I was moving to my lover's house and that we were going to spend the rest of our lives together. Of course, I didn't have a lover, and the reason I was moving was..." Brad trailed off.
"The reason for moving here was what?" Kurt asked.
As soon as Kurt asked, Brad's face contorted in pain.
"I can't tell you the reason. You'll only think worse of me than you already do," Brad said as he stared down at the floor. The anguish of the past few months suddenly came to the surface and blindsided Brad. Brad was never the kind of man who cried a lot, and he certainly never cried in front of anyone. But he could not help himself as he quietly began to weep.
Kurt sat on the edge of the chair and Brad put his head in Kurt's lap as he cried. And Brad cried like never before. Kurt was unsure of how to handle the situation but he sensed that Brad needed to let go of whatever was bothering him. Kurt also realized that Brad did not need to talk about the situation right now, so Kurt merely stroked Brad's hair and forehead.
When Brad stopped crying, he realized how tired he was and how awkward the situation with Kurt had become. He tried to quickly rise out of the chair but didn't realize until it was too late that he was in no shape for sudden movements. He fell back against Kurt and Kurt gently walked him over to the bed. Kurt turned down the sheets and Brad got into bed without saying a word. After pulling the sheet up to his abdomen, Brad removed the wet towel that he was wearing and dropped it on the floor.
As Brad began to close his eyes, Kurt thought that this was his cue to leave. As Kurt headed toward the door, Brad said, "I know I have no right to ask you this, but would you stay here tonight? I give you my word that I will not put the moves on you. I just don't want to sleep alone tonight," Brad said in a pitiful voice.
Kurt was unsure of what to do. Brad obviously had some issues that had to be dealt with, but Kurt didn't know if it was appropriate to stay the night. Brad caught his eye and Kurt realized that Brad really needed a companion that night.
Sighing, Kurt said, "Ok. Just this once."
Kurt slipped his shorts off and got into the other side of Brad's bed. Brad moved toward Kurt and placed his head on Kurt's hairy chest. Brad felt safe and warm, feelings that had eluded him for a long time. He quickly drifted off into a deep sleep.
But as Brad slept, Kurt wondered what he should do in this situation. Should he have declined Brad's offer to stay the night? Was he going to fall in love with someone who was not right for him... again?
While these thoughts rolled around in Kurt's mind, Brad moved his head slightly, causing Kurt to look down upon the man who was sleeping on his chest. Kurt saw that Brad's face had taken on a peaceful glow and he looked even better than Kurt had ever seen. Maybe this was the start of something real, Kurt thought as he relaxed and fell asleep.
End of Part V. Sorry, guys, no sex in this chapter. But I promise that things will heat up shortly. My goal is to present a fantasy that some of us have: meeting a guy who wants to spend the rest of his life with me and not just have some hot sweaty sex before he leaves my life forever. It may sound corny and overly naive, but that's what fiction is for. Comments about the series are appreciated. E-mail me at ankh_one@yahoo.com.