What If? Part VIII An Original Series by Ankh_one
Sometime during the night, Kurt had rolled off of Brad's back and ended up on his stomach... his favorite sleeping position. At about 2:30 a.m., Brad awoke when he felt Kurt nuzzling his head against Brad's chest. Looking down on his new lover, Brad got extremely horny. He gently moved away from Kurt so that he wouldn't wake him and made his way down the bed to catch a good view of Kurt's ass.
Even though Kurt desperately needed some sun, Brad almost started to drool when he looked upon Kurt's ass. Brad thought that it looked perfect, almost like some of the porn stars' asses. Brad decided that Kurt didn't exactly have a bubble butt, but its shape was almost perfectly round. Kurt also had a fine dusting of brown hair in the crack of his ass, a sight that Brad enjoyed.
Seizing the moment, Brad could not help but begin to run his tongue along the hair trail. His tongue movements were deliberately gentle and subtle so as to not awaken Kurt... at least, not yet. Even after their earlier sweaty round of sex, Kurt's skin tasted remarkably fresh and clean.
Kurt was having a fantastic dream while Brad was working on his nether regions. It wasn't exactly a sex dream but it was very erotic and fulfilling at the same time. In the dream, Kurt was snuggled up against a man in front of a fireplace on a cold winter's night. Despite the cold temperatures outside, Kurt felt warm and cozy next to his man. The strange thing, though, was that Kurt could not see his man's face. Whenever he tried to look in the guy's eyes, the man's features were blurred and indistinct. The two were naked by the fireplace, and they were just enjoying the closeness of each other. Surprisingly, Kurt did not have a hard-on, and he noticed that his man didn't have an erection either. They were merely enjoying an intimate moment.
The dream started to turn a little weird, though, as Brad increased his efforts of licking Kurt's ass. Since Kurt was lost in slumber, his brain perceived these actions as being part of the dream. Suddenly, things were getting very hot and wet next to the fireplace in the dream. Kurt looked around and noticed that he and his faceless man were somehow transported to a cave that had a natural hot spring flowing into it. Kurt felt warm and wet, particularly near his ass, and his brain couldn't quite reconcile the real-world stimulus with the dream. Kurt's brain finally decided that it was time for him to regain consciousness.
As Kurt was breaking through the surface of reality, Brad was gently blowing on the area that he had just gotten all wet with his saliva. Kurt immediately began to moan because this sensual act was so pleasurable that it almost caused him to shiver. Kurt finally realized where he was and what Brad was doing to him, and a huge smile illuminated his face.
"Hey, stud, you keep doing that and I'll be putting my feet up on your shoulders and giving you my virtue," Kurt said in a sleepy voice.
"That's exactly my dastardly plan, you fool," Brad replied in a villainous voice.
"Get up here and kiss me, you evil man," Kurt commanded.
Brad climbed his way up over Kurt's back to satisfy his new lover's demand. Through some careful gyrations, Kurt and Brad managed to kiss for almost five minutes even though it was a bit of an uncomfortable position for Kurt. Their tongues dueled for supremacy, and both Kurt and Brad were glad that each had lost that battle.
Breaking the kiss, Brad purred, "I want to be inside of you for a slow, agonizingly long fuck."
"Go for it, Brad. I want you to bring me to such an intense orgasm that you'll have to peel me off the ceiling when we're done."
Brad reached into the nightstand and retrieved the Astroglide and a condom. Brad chuckled to himself when he realized that Kurt, like almost all gay men, always had a stash of rubbers and lube in the nightstand in case of emergencies.
Although Brad wanted a long, slow sex session, he wasted no time in lubing Kurt up, slipping on the condom, and entering Kurt's tight ass. Within a matter of a minute, Brad's pubes were brushing up against Kurt's lily white ass. It wasn't that Kurt's ass was overly used and loose; the entry was so easy for both men because Kurt really wanted Brad to become one with him.
Brad slowly pulled his cock all the way out of Kurt's ass and gently pushed it back in until his stomach was pressed up against Kurt's lower back. Brad reached under Kurt's body and began to play with his nipples while he continued his soft and gentle in-and-out rhythm.
Kurt normally wasn't one to moan and beg, especially when he was the bottom. But the feelings that Brad was giving him took over and Kurt found himself quietly expressing his pleasure. His moans were nothing like those fake moans in porn movies. They were a soft expression of satisfaction and desire.
True to his word, Brad did not hurry in making love to Kurt. Even when he pulled his dick almost all the way of Kurt's chute and pressed the head directly against Kurt's prostrate repeatedly, Brad did not rush the moves. Each of the men was getting quite hot with the stimulation, and the sweat from Kurt's back mingled with the sweat from Brad's chest to create a slick and smooth surface. Kurt loved feeling Brad's chest hair against his back almost as much as he loved the feelings he was experiencing in his ass.
Brad realized that, although this position with Kurt on his stomach was hot, he could not see the pleasure register on Kurt's face. He carefully pulled his cock out of Kurt and gently rolled Kurt over onto his back.
The two men gazed deeply into each other's eyes, noticing the passion and rapture that each had for the other. Brad leaned his head down and kissed Kurt deeply. The kiss was gentle and not insistent because both knew that they had all night to enjoy each other's bodies and souls.
Brad lifted Kurt's legs onto his shoulders and pushed his cock back into the velvet glove that was Kurt's ass. Kurt felt no pain with Brad's entry and even smiled when he realized that Brad's dick was right where it belonged. Brad thought to himself that his least favorite position was missionary, but he had a whole new appreciation for it when he looked down into Kurt's eyes.
Brad expertly fucked Kurt's ass for almost a half hour before the pleasure reached its climax. He shot off a huge load into the condom and thought for a minute that it might burst because of the huge volume of fluid. Of course, this was an exaggeration, but Brad did indeed feel that he hadn't shot that huge of a load in a long time.
Brad carefully pulled out of Kurt and gently put Kurt's legs in a more comfortable position. He leaned in and began to suck Kurt's nipples. Kurt moaned and Brad used his right hand to start stroking Kurt's rigid cock. Much to Brad's surprise, Kurt pushed Brad's hand away.
"What's the matter, baby? You don't want to get off?" Brad asked.
"No. Sometimes I just enjoy the feelings of passionate sex and don't worry about having an orgasm.
This may sound a little weird, but sometimes my orgasms are anti-climactic when I've had such a great love-making session like this one. I guess I'm not the kind of guy who needs to shoot his load every time he has sex to have a good time" Kurt replied.
Although the concept was a bit foreign to Brad, he saw the sincerity in Kurt's eyes. For a minute, he did not understand Kurt's point of view but then he realized that sometimes the closeness and pleasure of sex are more important than the ending orgasm.
"Let me take care of cleaning up and then I'll be back to lay in your arms for the rest of the night," Brad said as he got up from the bed and headed toward the bathroom.
Brad turned the light on in the bathroom and looked at his face in the mirror. Brad noticed that his hair was sticking up in a funny way because it was plastered with sweat. He smiled and soon noticed that his smile would not go away. He concluded that he was happy.
Removing the used condom from his cock, he quickly washed himself and began to head back into Kurt's bedroom. All of a sudden, a very strange feeling crept over him. It was a feeling that he had never experienced before, and as such, he couldn't even figure out what to call it. The feeling was very intense and almost took his breath away, but he could not figure out what it was. All that he knew was that he had an intense and overwhelming desire to rush back into Kurt's arms.
"Is this what love is?" Brad wondered. The feelings were so intense that he had to sit on the edge of the bathtub for a minute to collect himself. He admitted to himself that these feelings scared him, a concept that he could not fathom. After all, wasn't everyone looking for love in one way or another throughout their entire lives? Why then were these feelings so unexpected and unnerving?
Brad knew that he had stayed in the bathroom far too long. He had to get back into bed with Kurt before Kurt asked him if anything was wrong. Shutting off the bathroom light, Brad stumbled back into Kurt's bedroom and climbed into bed. Kurt put his head on Brad's chest and purred like a kitten. Brad could tell that Kurt wasn't far from returning to Dream Land.
After about a half hour, Kurt had shifted positions and moved away from Brad while he was lost in sleep. Brad had been wide awake trying to make sense of the strange feelings that he was having. That half hour span of time had not helped him come to any conclusions. In the back of his mind, Brad played with the idea of leaving and returning to the safety of his own home. This thought got the better of him, and Brad carefully got out of bed. He found his clothes on the floor and silently dressed. Brad's focus was completely on these uncomfortable feelings, and he didn't consider what his leaving would mean to Kurt.
Brad practically ran down the stairs in a panic and gently closed the door behind him. Kurt was lost in the throes of blissful unconsciousness, dreaming pleasant but unremarkable dreams.
As the sun shone through the window the next morning, Kurt awakened and felt strange. He hadn't yet opened his eyes as his arms reached out to find his new lover. The bed was empty and Kurt sat up quickly.
"He must be making me breakfast," Kurt thought as he smiled to himself.
He got out of bed and headed downstairs without giving a thought to his nakedness. After all, he thought that Brad would be seeing his naked body a lot in the days to come. Reaching the kitchen, Kurt noticed that Brad wasn't there and the house was strangely quiet. Kurt ran back upstairs hoping that Brad had left him a note since Brad was obviously not in the house.
Frantically searching the bedroom and the bathroom, Kurt found nothing, but he did notice that all of Brad's clothes were gone. A number of emotions hit Kurt all at once, and he fell back against his mattress. He felt alone once again, but a more intense felling overtook the loneliness: abandonment. For the life of him, Kurt could not imagine why Brad had left so abruptly without even telling him.
Kurt sat up in bed and drew his legs up to his torso.
Although he fought hard against it, Kurt began to cry softly.
End of Part VIII. My apologies for taking so much time to write this chapter. Life sometimes has a way of taking us away from things that we really want to do. Anyway, life is good especially when it's 70 degrees in the middle of November in northern Ohio. It was very refreshing to write this chapter while I was buck-naked! Drop me an e-mail with comments, praise (LOL!), or suggestions. I appreciate everyone's feedback, especially those of you who have encouraged me to continue with this saga. My e-mail is ankh_one@yahoo.com