What If? Part VI An Original Series by Ankh_one
Kurt was gently awakened by sunlight shining in his face and the delicious smell of bacon wafting upstairs from the kitchen. For a minute, he was disoriented and not sure where he was. Kurt then remembered that he had agreed to spend the night with Brad after Brad's tearful request. Kurt reflected for a moment on the complexity of the situation in which he found himself. On the one hand, Brad seemed like so many other gay men who were eager to find their next mark, only to forget his name soon after orgasm. But Brad had also shown his vulnerability and even a sense of self-loathing when he broke down the previous evening.
Brad was definitely hiding something and it had to do with the reasons for him moving a short time ago.
Kurt decided that he wasn't going to resolve any of these mysteries while lying in bed, so he got up. He looked around on the floor for his clothes and found only a pair of shorts. With a smile on his face, Kurt remembered that his shorts were the only clothes that he had on when he came to Brad's house last evening. Without boxer-briefs or a shirt, Kurt felt like he was a slut, but then he realized that if he were a slut, he would have had sex the night before!
Kurt walked down the stairs and saw Brad busily preparing breakfast. Kurt stopped for a minute and, noticing that Brad did not know he was there, Kurt took a long look at the sexy man in the next room. Brad had on his usual morning attire: a pair of skimpy jogging shorts and no shirt. Kurt admiringly studied Brad's chest and liked the muscle tone and trimmed chest hair.
"Oh, how I would like to bury my face between his pecs and stay there forever," Kurt thought. He also noticed that his cock began to harden and, about that time, Brad noticed that Kurt was standing there.
"Enjoying the view or just shocked that a guy like me can cook?" Brad asked with a smirk on his face.
Before Kurt could answer, Brad said, "Come on, Kurt. Sit down and eat before your eggs get cold."
Kurt sat down in the breakfast nook that was adjacent to the kitchen and was pleased to see a full breakfast spread: eggs, bacon, fried potatoes, juice, and toast.
"How can you eat all this stuff and..." Kurt trailed off.
"And maintain my girlish figure?" Brad finished Kurt's question with a laugh. "Well, first of all, I don't want a girlish figure and secondly, I only make a big breakfast on Sunday."
Brad sat next to Kurt and began eating. There was an awkward silence between them that was broken only when both Kurt and Brad reached for the plate of toast at the same time. Their hands touched and they looked deeply into each other's eyes. After a few seconds, Kurt broke away and apologized.
"Kurt, I know that this situation is a bit weird. After all, how many guys hit on you and then cry on your shoulder? And, how many guys ask you to spend the night with them and nothing sexual happens?" Brad asked with his characteristic smirk.
"You always seem to be sarcastic, don't you? It's like a defense mechanism that gets you out of a tough situation," Kurt replied.
Brad hesitated and then said, "Whew! You really do know how to read me, don't you? I've always wanted to believe that my 'defense mechanism,' as you call it, was part of my charm. But, it's my warped way of getting uncomfortable things out."
"Look, Brad. I don't think any less of you for showing me your vulnerability. In fact, it's just the opposite. I think you're a lot more complex than I had originally thought."
"Is that a good thing?" Brad asked.
"Yes, it's a good thing," Kurt replied and smiled.
After gorging themselves on the breakfast feast, Brad got up from the table and started stretching. At first, Kurt assumed that this was a ploy on Brad's part to get Kurt horny and up to the bedroom for some action. But Brad truly was stretching in anticipation of his morning run.
"I have to do four miles today to work off all of those calories. Care to join me?" Brad asked.
"No, running is not my thing."
"Well, you must do something to keep your body toned."
Kurt replied, "Despite my tan, or lack thereof, I enjoy swimming. It's a good workout and more importantly, you don't sweat."
"Ahh, not into sweating?" Brad asked.
"No, it's just that if I am going to sweat, I want to have fun while doing it," Kurt replied with a gleam in his eye. His covert sexual comment was unintentional but it did not go unnoticed by Brad.
Brad smiled and said, "Well, then, why don't we both go exercise and get this day started. And by the way, if you feel like it, you can stop by later and soak in my hot tub. And I promise, I will keep my hands to myself! I'd say 'Scout's Honor,' but we know what an anti-gay group the Scouts are."
Kurt laughed and said that he'd consider the offer. He thanked Brad for the breakfast and started off toward his house. Brad ran by and winked at him, and Kurt found himself lustfully staring at Brad's ass again.
"Down, boy! You haven't quite figured out if he is being truthful about not wanting any more hook-ups," Kurt thought.
The rest of Sunday passed uneventfully for Kurt. He went to the gym and did his laps in the pool. But he could not get Brad out of his mind. One of his friends at the gym noticed and asked him if anything was wrong. Kurt replied that he was fine and that he was just preoccupied. Kurt finished his swim and realized after he had gotten out of the pool that his sunburn was practically healed. The chlorinated water had not even bothered his back. Kurt made a mental note to find out what was in that homemade ointment that Brad had used.
After doing the normal laundry and cleaning chores, Kurt decided to take a break and sit on his front porch. After a few minutes, he saw Brad's car coming down the street and then turn into his driveway. Brad stuck his head out of the car and said, "Hey, Kurt. How about that hot tub soak now?"
"Sounds good. Let me get my suit," Kurt replied.
"Ok, come on down when you're ready. By the way, the hot tub is on the deck in the backyard. See you in a few minutes."
Kurt went to his bedroom and pulled out a pair of black Speedos. He grabbed a towel from the bathroom and headed off to Brad's house. He walked around back and saw the hot tub but there was no sign of Brad. So, Kurt decided to go in through the back door and change into his swim suit.
Kurt quickly found the downstairs bathroom and took off his clothes. He caught a glimpse of himself in the mirror as he was tying the strings of his Speedos.
"Not bad," he thought as he looked at his body. "You just need to get some sun!"
Kurt folded up his clothes and left them in the bathroom. As he opened the bathroom door, Kurt saw Brad walking toward the back door. Brad turned to see Kurt and started to laugh. They both had black Speedos on.
"Great minds think alike, I guess," Brad said.
"Yes, but which head did the thinking?" Kurt asked and smiled.
"I'll just leave that comment unanswered," Brad said with a smirk. "Let's get wet."
Kurt and Brad settled into the inviting water of the hot tub and relaxed. The hot tub was built for four people, but both Brad and Kurt were taller than the average man. While they had enough room if they remained still, they would brush up against the other if one of them decided to move around. Both of them noticed this predicament.
"This is really nice, Brad. Thanks for inviting me over," Kurt said as his whole body relaxed.
"Any time. It's much better at night, though. Especially if the stars are out and it's quiet," Brad replied.
Kurt decided that he needed the jets to hit the middle of his back so he lowered himself in the seat. Unexpectedly, his feet touched Brad's left thigh.
"Sorry. I was just changing positions," Kurt said as he tried to get comfortable.
"No problem," came the reply and then some uncomfortable silence.
"You know," Brad said, "I often like to soak in the hot tub by myself and let the weight of my problems melt off of me. What I like about my new house, though, is that the hot tub is in a very secluded part of my deck. The neighbors can't see it from any of their windows."
"Privacy is always good," Kurt replied.
"In fact, the other night after dark, I just walked out here without my Speedos on and got in the hot tub as if I didn't have any neighbors for miles," Brad said.
The thought of Brad being naked in the hot tub aroused Kurt. Soon, his cock was trying to pop out of his Speedos. Unfortunately, that was about the time that the hot tub's timer went off and the water stopped moving. Kurt tried to cover his growing monster with his hand when he realized that the protection of the swirling water was gone. But it was too late.
"Hmm... looks like somebody is a little excited," Brad said in a funny voice.
Kurt's face turned bright red and he looked like a deer caught in the headlights of an oncoming car.
Brad noticed and quickly tried to put Kurt at ease. "Don't worry about it. Erections sometime come at the worst times. Let me set the timer for a lot longer this time, and before you cut off your circulation, why don't you just take those Speedos off."
Kurt started to object, but Brad cut him off. "And, no, I will not put the moves on you. In fact, I'll even turn away while you get out of your swim suit. You can get into the water and no one except yourself will see that you are naked. I actually prefer to be in the hot tub naked. It's much more relaxing."
Brad got out of the hot tub and walked toward the electrical controls. Kurt couldn't help but stare at Brad's crotch since his wet Speedos molded around his cock and balls like a second skin. Brad almost lost his breath at the sight. He knew he had to get out of his tight Speedos or they were going to rip from the pressure of his ever-expanding cock.
As promised, Brad turned away while Kurt took off his Speedos and slipped naked into the water. The hot tub's jets had come back on, so there was no way that Brad would be able to see his nakedness.
"Can I turn around now, your highness? I assume that you've disrobed," Brad said sarcastically.
"Yes, smart-ass. I'm finished."
Brad came back to the hot tub and proceeded to untie the strings of his Speedos. "Now, close your eyes while I get out of mine," Brad said as he turned around.
Kurt complied but felt an overwhelming urge to peek. He did so just as Brad was bending over to pick up his suit from the ground. Kurt saw that Brad had a great ass. It was almost lily white and hairless. Great tan lines really turned Kurt on, and Kurt admitted that Brad's was among the best he had ever seen.
Kurt quickly closed his eyes again as Brad turned around and entered the hot tub. It was arousing for both men to be so close to each other and not have even the thin fabric of skimpy Speedos to hide their nakedness.
Brad felt like he would explode if he didn't get to touch Kurt. But he knew that Kurt would react badly if he came on too strong. Rather than fondling Kurt (which is what Brad really wanted to do), he decided that he would simply try to kiss him. A wave of nervousness passed over Brad unexpectedly. This surprised Brad because he had never been timid when it came to men. But somehow, Kurt was different, and Brad found himself worrying about the consequences of his actions for the first time. He had been rejected occasionally when he had tried to put the moves on guys in the past, but he never let it bother him. Brad would just shrug it off by thinking that it was that guy's loss.
But Brad wanted things to be different with Kurt and that scared him. Although he thought a lot lately about having a long-term relationship with someone special, Brad had not yet found the person that was right. But these feelings of fear and insecurity caused Brad to conclude that Kurt might be "Mr. Right." And, Brad did not want to ruin his opportunity.
However, his hormone levels were at an all-time high, and Brad had never been the kind of person who held back. He had always felt that regret was one of the worst feelings and he tried to avoid it if at all possible. He gazed over at Kurt and noticed that Kurt's eyes were closed. Brad found himself being drawn to Kurt's lips as he gently made his way toward the other side of the hot tub.
Kurt didn't notice Brad's subtle movements. He was wrapped up in willing his erection to subside. It wasn't working very well. Kurt had closed his eyes so that he would not look at how sexy Brad was.
Licking his lips, Brad slowly moved in for the kiss. Brad's lips made contact with Kurt and he applied a gentle amount of pressure. Their first kiss was sweet and almost loving. Although Kurt was surprised, he did not open his eyes. He merely enjoyed the gentle contact.
After a brief moment, Brad pulled back and looked at Kurt with fear. Brad wasn't sure if Kurt would be repulsed by the bold move. The seconds before Kurt spoke seemed like hours as Brad anticipated what would happen next.
Kurt opened his eyes and focused them on the deep blue pools that were Brad's eyes. He quietly said, "That was nice."
Brad immediately smiled and leaned in for another kiss. Kurt met him half-way and they shared a more intense kiss this time. Kurt decided to be the bold one as he opened his mouth slightly and gently licked the space between Brad's lips. Brad loved kissing and eagerly opened his mouth so that Kurt's tongue could slip inside. Kurt swirled his tongue around Brad's mouth passionately but without a lot of pressure or insistence. Brad was used to guys thrusting their tongues practically down his throat from the very beginning of kissing, and he was pleasantly surprised at Kurt's gentle but masterful use of his tongue.
Under the water, Brad moved his arms behind Kurt's back and pulled him a bit closer. He had to show Kurt that he was enjoying the kiss and didn't want it to end. But they both needed a breather, and they reluctantly broke the kiss. Without saying a word, they merely looked at each other for several minutes, not blinking or even moving any part of their bodies.
Kurt put his right hand on Brad's left thigh. He liked the feeling of Brad's muscular hairy leg as he gently stroked it. Kurt leaned in for another kiss but was surprised when Brad pulled away.
"If you don't mind, Kurt, I think I'm going to ask you to leave now," Brad said.
Kurt looked like he had just been mortally wounded. Words escaped him as the intensity of the perceived rejection hit home.
"Trust me, I would like nothing more than to make love to you right here, right now, without a condom. But I promised you that I would be a gentleman, and I want to prove to you that I truly am looking for more than a one-night stand," Brad breathlessly said.
As the initial shock faded, Kurt smiled. "Even though I don't like it one bit, I know that you're right. It's too soon for us to make love. And by the way, if and when we do have sex, it will be love-making, not fucking," he said.
Brad smiled back at him and realized at that moment what it might be like to make love to someone rather than fucking like animals. Sure, fucking had its place and everyone wants pure, primal sex every once in a while. But that was the only kind of sex that Brad had ever had, and it often left him feeling empty and alone. He agreed with Kurt that making love must be a much more sensual and spiritual experience.
Kurt grabbed his towel and Speedos from the edge of the hot tub and wrapped the towel around his waist. Brad was pleased that he got another chance to see Kurt's ass just as he had done the night before. Smiling at Brad, Kurt went into the bathroom and put his clothes back on.
Brad patiently waited for Kurt to finish dressing. He also had wrapped a towel around his waist and he was trying to keep the towel from tenting out. He truly wanted to have sex with Brad, and it amazed him that his better judgment had kicked in when he asked Kurt to leave. This was definitely new territory for Brad.
Kurt emerged from the bathroom looking as sexy as ever. He went up to Brad and slipped his arms around Brad's lower back. He leaned in for a kiss and was surprised at how strongly Brad responded. Brad's tongue was the aggressor this time and Kurt loved it. Kurt also liked Brad's habit of pulling Kurt's body deeper into the kiss.
After a few moments, the two broke the kiss and smiled at each other.
"Until tomorrow," Brad said.
"I just had an idea. Why don't you come over for dinner tomorrow night and I'll cook for you this time.
Say, around 7:00?" Kurt asked.
"That sounds great. I'll bring the wine," Brad replied.
Kurt opened the front door and was about to leave, but he had to look back at Brad one more time.
"See ya, sexy," Brad said.
Kurt smiled and left. It seemed as if he floated rather than walked home. "I never imagined that he would have stopped my advances," Kurt thought. "I guess my first impression was wrong."
Kurt went up to his room, took off his clothes and climbed into bed. He sighed contentedly and even thought about masturbating, especially since his hormones were still raging. He decided against it though because he wanted to share his next orgasm with Brad.
End of Part VI. Comments are appreciated. Thanks to all those who have written me so far. My e-mail is:
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