What If? Part VII An Original Series by Ankh_one
Kurt decided to take a "mental health day" from work the next day. This was the kind of day where he would pretend that he was sick and just spend the day relaxing. He had been working hard lately, especially with his latest management consulting project. So, he concluded that he deserved a day off. The only bad part about "mental health days" was that he had to keep close to home for the most part in case anyone from work called. But that suited Kurt fine because he had a lot of preparation to do for his first dinner with Brad.
Kurt's attire for the day was simply a pair of gray boxer-briefs. Although he wasn't much of a "label queen," all of his underwear was made by Calvin Klein.
He liked that line from a TV commercial several years ago with Brooke Shields: "Nothing comes between me and my Calvins." Although she was talking about jeans at the time, Kurt adopted it for his underwear.
The day passed rather quickly, and it was nearing 7:00. Kurt had made his specialty: baked chicken parmesan which included his homemade tomato sauce. Just as he was about to go upstairs to get dressed, his front doorbell rang.
"Shit! He's early," Kurt thought, realizing that he only had on his Calvin boxer-briefs. "Oh, well, he has seen me in less," Kurt said aloud, remembering the night before in the hot tub where they both started out wearing only Speedos.
Kurt opened the door and Brad was standing there looking hotter than ever. He had on a black silk button-down shirt and a pair of gray casual pants. His shirt was unbuttoned about half-way down his chest and Kurt could easily see his tanned, hairy pecs.
"I didn't realize clothes were optional at tonight's meal," Brad said as he entered Kurt's house.
"Sorry. You're early, and I haven't had a chance to get dressed yet."
"Don't get dressed on my account. In fact, I can strip down to my boxer-briefs, too, if you want. Except I have white ones on today, not like the gray ones you have on."
"While the offer is tempting, I think I'll run upstairs and put some clothes on. There's a corkscrew and glasses on the dining room table for the wine. Would you mind doing the honors?" Kurt asked as he ran upstairs.
"Not at all. Your wish is my command," Brad replied.
After a few minutes, Kurt returned and was fully clothed now. "I hope you like Italian," Kurt said. "I made chicken parmesan."
"It smells delicious, and it's one of my favorite dishes," Brad said. Then he added, "Next to you of course."
"Well, I'm not the main course tonight," Kurt replied with a smile on his face. "I'm the dessert, if you're a good boy."
They both laughed. Dinner went well and both were soon stuffed.
"How about an after-dinner mint?" Kurt asked.
"Ah, I see you don't want me to have bad breath when I kiss you," Brad said with a gleam in his eyes.
"Why, sir, I believe you have mistaken me for someone who wants your kisses," Kurt said with mock disdain.
"Fine. I'll stay over here on my side of the couch until you ask me to leave. Then, I'll cry myself to sleep because I have been rejected."
"Yeah, but you won't fall asleep until you spank your monkey first," Kurt said, and they both laughed.
Brad looked at Kurt and liked the way that Kurt lit up when he laughed. Like a magnet to steel, Brad was drawn to Kurt. He moved over on the couch and leaned his head in for a kiss. Kurt and Brad kissed passionately and spent several minutes exploring each other's mouths. At one point, Brad opened his eyes and noticed that Kurt was staring right at him.
Pulling back from the kiss, Brad said, "Sorry. It just freaked me out a little bit when I noticed that you didn't have your eyes closed while we were making out."
"I like to open my eyes sometimes, especially when the guy that I'm kissing is looking back at me. It really turns me on," Kurt replied.
"Well, let me try that one on for size, as they say," Brad said and leaned his head toward Kurt.
This time, both Brad and Kurt left their eyes open and each could see strong passion reflected back in the other's eyes. Things were really getting intense and both guys felt restrained by their clothes. Without saying a word, Kurt got up from the couch, took Brad's hand and led him up to the bedroom.
"Why don't you flip the CD player on while I light the candles," Kurt said as he reached for the matches.
Kurt had filled his bedroom with candles in case things heated up between him and Brad. Kurt was glad that he was prepared even though the move was a bit presumptuous.
Brad quickly figured out how to turn on the CD player and hit play. At first, he didn't think that the player was on, but then he heard a faint drum beating.
After a minute, he recognized the piece. It was Ravel's "Bolero," and Brad couldn't help but chuckle.
"What are you laughing at, stud?" Kurt asked.
"It's just that this song is so cliché. Ever since the movie '10' with Bo Derek and Dudley Moore, I just can't help but laugh when I hear this piece."
"I know, I know. It seems cheesy but it really is my favorite classical piece. The fact that it has a bad reputation because of some stupid movie back in the 70's doesn't change my mind. Besides, I love how it builds slowly to a climax," Kurt said.
"That's not the only thing that will build to a climax tonight, I hope," Brad replied with a sarcastic grin on his face.
With that comments, Kurt forcefully pushed Brad onto the bed, much to Brad's surprise. Kurt quickly laid on top of him and they kissed hungrily as if they hadn't eaten for days.
Not wanting to be a passive participant, Brad started to unbutton Kurt's shirt. He caressed Kurt's hairy chest as he practically ripped the shirt off of Kurt's body. In response, Kurt started to grind his hardening cock into Brad's crotch, and broke the kiss long enough to rip open Brad's shirt. A couple of buttons went flying across the room but neither one noticed since they were lost in the heat of passion.
Kurt viciously attacked Brad's nipples, much to Brad's delight. Brad began to softly moan and stroke the back of Kurt's head.
"I'm sorry about this but I really want to fuck you. I know I said that making love is so much better, but right now, my hormones are on overdrive and I just want to shove my cock up your ass until it comes out your mouth," Kurt breathlessly said.
"Just be gentle at first, baby. I almost never bottom and it's been a long time since anyone's dick has invaded my territory," Brad replied.
Kurt stopped everything that he was doing and looked deeply into Brad's eyes. "I will never hurt you and if you don't want to bottom for me, just say the word.
I'll stop right now, raging hormones or not."
"Did I ask you to stop or tell you that I didn't want you to fuck me?" Brad asked.
"No, but since we've stopped for a minute, I want to discuss something before we go any further. I do not want this to be a one-night-stand. I'd rather jack off and sleep alone tonight than to have sex with someone who's only looking for a quickie," said Kurt without looking directly at Brad.
"Look at me, Kurt. I haven't exactly been a saint lately, but I'm tired of passionless encounters with guys that I don't even know. Trust me, I want us to take our time and see how far this relationship can go."
Kurt saw the sincerity on Brad's face and he rested his head on Brad's chest. "If you're lying to me, you're the best damned liar I have ever seen. And by the way, I will hunt you down and kill you if you are lying," Kurt said.
"I'm not lying. For the first time in my life, I want to see what it's like to truly want to have sex with someone that I care about. And, you can forget about that fucking stuff. We're going to take this slowly and make love, not fuck. Got it?" Brad said.
"Understood, sir," Kurt replied as he saluted.
They both laughed and then just stared at each other for a moment. It was as if each of them wanted to capture this moment in time and commit it to memory.
Snapping out of the reverie, Kurt began to undo Brad's belt. He rubbed Brad's crotch and noticed that Brad's cock had not gotten soft even though the conversation had turned deadly serious for the moment.
In fact, Kurt was sure that Brad was in a bit of pain with his cock confined by his clothes.
After unloosening the belt and button on Brad's pants, Kurt took the zipper in his mouth and yanked it down. Brad just smiled at Kurt's playfulness. Kurt immediately noticed that Brad's cock was almost poking out of the waistband of his white boxer-briefs and there was a big wet spot near the head.
Kurt's need to be inside of Brad was intense so he hurried through the undressing part and managed to get himself naked in less than 30 seconds. He looked up at Brad and saw lust in his eyes. Kurt pulled Brad's legs apart slightly and lifted them up over his head. With his target in site, Kurt stuck out his tongue and made his way like a guided missile to Brad's hole.
Rather than lightly brush Brad's most sensitive area, Kurt rammed his tongue into the puckered hole. Although surprised at first, Brad was quickly moaning.
He really liked it when someone got a bit rough with him, and Kurt was expertly working Brad's hole. Pretty soon, Brad knew that he would be begging Kurt to fuck him, which surprised Brad since he usually was the aggressive top. But the feelings of lust were just too intense, and the pleasure that swept over him from Kurt's tongue job was almost too much to take.
"You'd better enter me now, stud, or you're going to have cum in your hair. You're really turning me on and I think I'll shoot my first load soon if you keep up that fantastic tongue lashing," Brad said between moans and sighs of satisfaction.
Kurt didn't seem to pay attention. In fact, he increased the thrusting of his tongue in and out of Brad's hole. He wanted Brad to shoot his first load quickly so that he would enjoy the ass fuck that he was about to get even more.
"Oh, I'm going to shoot," Brad screamed as cum shot out of his dick and hit him in the face.
Kurt quickly moved his head up so he could catch some of Brad's load on his tongue. Even though Kurt knew that this was somewhat of a dangerous practice, he loved to taste a guy's cum. He rarely swallowed it, instead preferring to savor the flavor and then spit it out.
Two final volleys shot out of Brad's dick and went right into Kurt's mouth. Kurt thought that Brad's cum tasted a little sweet, and since he has an insatiable sweet tooth, Kurt smiled at the thought of getting this sweetness often.
Brad came back to earth and noticed that Kurt had taken some of his load in his mouth. "So, how does it taste, stud?" Brad asked as he smiled.
"Very nice... musky with a hint of sweetness, just like its maker," Kurt replied. Finding a towel on the floor, he spit out Brad's cum.
"Shit! If I had known you were going to spit it out, I would've had you kiss me so that I could swallow it," Brad said.
"That's interesting. You like to eat your own cum?" Kurt questioned.
"Sometimes. It's kind of hot to take your load from your lover's tongue and swallow your own seed," Brad said.
"Well, we'll have to save that for next time. Meanwhile, I have an ass to fuck," Kurt said matter-of-factly.
Almost at the speed of light, Kurt lubed up Brad's hole, slipped on a condom, and put Brad's legs up on his shoulders.
"Be gentle, big guy," Brad said as he prepared for Kurt's invasion.
Kurt lined up his cock at Brad's hole and began to gently push in. Brad resisted and winced in pain. Kurt immediately began to push more gently and leaned in to kiss Brad. The two couldn't get enough of each other's tongues and, as Brad was lost in the moment, Kurt managed to slip his dick all the way in without Brad even realizing it.
Breaking the kiss, Brad looked up at Kurt and exclaimed, "You're all the way in already? I can't believe it! I barely felt it. What's your secret?"
"Distraction through lustful kissing. It works every time," Kurt said with a satisfied yet slightly evil grin on his face.
Kurt left his cock all the way in Brad so that Brad could get used to its girth. Slowly, he began to rotate his hips without changing the depth of his penetration. If Brad's moans were any indication, Kurt had him right where he wanted him.
After rolling around inside of Brad's ass, Kurt began to slowly pull his cock almost all the way out. He then gently but firmly pushed it all the way back in. Brad loved it.
"A few more long strokes like that and I'll be your sex slave forever," Brad said through half-closed eyes.
"Your wish is my command," Kurt said, and true to his word, he slowly pushed in and pulled almost all the way out several times.
Kurt began to sweat from his efforts and that turned him on even more. He didn't know how long he could hold out before shooting his load, but he knew that he wanted to pound Brad's ass before that happened. Kurt wanted Brad to remember this fuck for a long time.
"Faster and harder," Brad mumbled between moans.
Kurt complied and soon the two were humping like crazed animals in heat. Neither of them knew where each of their bodies ended and the other's began. They just knew that this was a fantastic fuck.
But, as they say, all good things must come to an end (pun intended), and Kurt was rapidly approaching orgasm. Brad looked into Kurt's eyes and could see satisfaction, lust, and something else. Brad couldn't quite figure out what it was since he had never seen that look before.
Brad was quickly ripped from his thoughts as his body screamed that another orgasm was imminent. "Oh, Kurt, I'm going to shoot again soon. Cum with me," Brad hissed.
Kurt took the hint and began to pump Brad's ass even harder. He was surprised that it was even possible to fuck this stud with more intensity than he already was. But his efforts were paying off. Kurt could feel that his toes were tingling: a sure sign of an explosive orgasm on the horizon.
After only a few more thrusts, Brad screamed out, "Oh my God! I'm going to explode!"
And explode he did. Without ever having touched his own cock, Brad shot his second load of the night all over Kurt's hairy chest. As he reached orgasm, Brad involuntarily clamped his sphincter muscle down, sending Kurt over the edge.
For a split second, Kurt felt like he had died and gone to heaven. He reached new heights of pleasure as he shot a huge load into the condom. Plunging in one last time, Kurt finally stopped spurting cum, and he collapsed on top of Brad.
After they caught their breaths, Kurt raised his head off of Brad's shoulder and looked into his eyes. He saw contentment and complete bliss. Without saying a word, they kissed passionately and fell asleep with Kurt still on top of Brad.
End of Part VII. Sorry for the delay in getting this chapter out. Comments are appreciated as are story ideas.