What If? Part IX An Original Series by Ankh_one
Kurt's sadness and feelings of abandonment soon turned to anger and disbelief. Everything had gone perfectly the night before... the dinner, the first round of sex, the second round of sex. Kurt couldn't fathom what had caused Brad to run away without leaving any reason for his departure.
Unfortunately, it was a work day, and although Kurt had the luxury of taking the preceding day off, he could not remain home again. As he stepped into the shower, he noticed that his skin smelled slightly like Brad's cologne. With all of the body contact and sweating the night before, it was no wonder that Brad's aroma had mingled with Kurt's own scent. The reminder of Brad did not help to improve Kurt's mood.
As Kurt showered, he imagined what his conversation would be like the next time he ran into Brad. Kurt was completely stumped as to how he should approach any future meetings. After all, it was Brad who had some explaining to do.
Kurt finished with his shower and headed to work. Not surprisingly, he did not get much accomplished that day. One of his co-workers even commented that Kurt's head didn't seem to be in the game today. A couple of times during the day, Kurt checked his voice mail at home to see if Brad had left any messages. Much to his disappointment, he had no new messages.
Quitting time finally arrived, and Kurt decided to skip his daily visit to the gym. He desperately wanted to go over to Brad's house and demand an explanation for Brad's behavior. Racing toward his neighborhood, Kurt broke the speed limit several times. It was a good thing that there were no police cars in the area because Kurt surely would have gotten a hefty fine.
Kurt pulled into Brad's driveway and noticed that there didn't seem to be any signs of life in the house. He walked up to the porch and rang the doorbell. There was no response. Kurt decided to go home since it appeared that Brad was not yet home from work.
While checking out the window every 15 minutes or so, Kurt spent the night trying to figure out what was going on in Brad's head. Kurt had not pressured him in any way about a long-term relationship. After all, the night before was only their first time to have sex. Kurt admitted to himself that he barely knew Brad and began to wonder if this was Brad's usual pattern of behavior. After all, Kurt had seen that twink come out of Brad's house only a few days ago, so Brad obviously didn't have a problem with casual encounters.
Even though he knew it would appear that he was desperate, Kurt decided to call Brad and leave a message on his voice mail under the theory that Brad would check his home voice mail from where ever he was.
When the beep sounded, Kurt said, "Hey, Brad. It's Kurt. I was just wondering what was up. I was kind of surprised that you had left sometime during the night and I was wondering if everything was OK or if maybe you were sick or... I don't know. Umm... look, just give me a call when you get this message. And, uh... I had a really nice time last night. Talk to you soon."
Kurt knew as soon as he hung up the phone that the message wasn't exactly the best that he could have left. Kurt knew that the message made him sound desperate, and God knows that he never wanted to appear to be so hooked on someone so soon. He thought that it might have set a bad tone for the relationship in that Kurt had essentially just given Brad the "upper hand."
Kurt muttered to himself, "I'm sick of thinking this way and playing those games that I claim I hate. So what if I sound a bit desperate? I like the guy and I thought he liked me. Relationships should not be about who has the upper hand and who is vulnerable. It should be about being together and sharing things on an equal footing."
As soon as the words had escaped his mouth, Kurt realized what his fatal mistake had been. For several years, he had tried to have a long-term relationship with someone, and he repeatedly failed. There were many reasons why things did not work out with the few people that he had gotten serious with, but the overriding theme seemed to be that the vast majority of men could not handle a long-term, monogamous relationship. Kurt began to think that he was chasing after a dream that he could never fulfill.
"You know what women say about straight men," Kurt thought to himself. "They're all dogs who will leave you as soon as something better comes along. Maybe gay men are the same or even worse."
These thoughts disturbed Kurt, and he spent the night tossing and turning in bed rather than getting any sleep. He just couldn't get one thought out of his head: he would never have a loving relationship that lasted more than a few months.
The next morning, Kurt's alarm went off and he felt like he had been run over by a truck. He had dozed sometime around 5 a.m., but it was a restless sleep that did virtually nothing to rejuvenate his body. Work was not going to be fun again today.
After somehow managing to get through what seemed to be an endless workday, Kurt headed to the gym. He knew that he had to work out extra hard today to relieve some of his stress and to make himself physically tired so that he would be able to sleep that night. Of course, he had checked his home voice mail throughout the day, and as expected, there was no message from Brad. His desperation even caused him to run home during his lunch hour to see if there was any activity at Brad's house. All that Kurt found was that Brad's mail and newspapers were beginning to pile up on his porch.
As he made his way to the locker room, Kurt said to himself, "Fuck it! I'm tired of wondering what the hell is going on with Brad. He obviously wanted a one-night stand and is too much of a pussy to admit that to me. Instead, he must be playing the "I was out of town on business" game to avoid explaining his behavior. Maybe I just need to go back to my tricking days and just worry about getting laid. Men are scum, and it's about time that I accept that conclusion. I should use them for sex like I've been used so many times before."
Kurt stomped over to his locker and threw the door open. It banged loudly against the adjoining locker, but Kurt didn't care. He was going to throw his anger into a really intense workout. Rather than doing the weight machines today, Kurt decided to focus exclusively on swimming. That way, he wouldn't have to endure those silly games that some of the men played while working out which included the quick looks at other guys' crotches, getting caught looking at another guy's ass, and the infamous "make eye contact for a second and quickly look away" game. At least in the pool, Kurt could just put his head down into the water and not have to look at anyone or anything.
Kurt practically ripped his shirt off and threw it into his locker. He removed his shoes and threw them into the bottom of the locker. A few of the guys looked in his direction because of all of the noise that he was making. Kurt didn't care though. If they correctly thought that he was in a lousy mood, they wouldn't bother him with silly locker room chit-chat about sports and other butch matters.
After removing his pants and boxer-briefs, Kurt realized that he needed to relieve his bladder before hitting the pool. Normally, he would have put his Calvins back on before walking over to the bathroom, but today he didn't care. He brazenly walked to the bathroom without a stitch of clothing on. Several of the guys turned to look at his ass after Kurt had walked past them.
One of the guys who was especially turned on was Jake whose locker was two down from Kurt's. Jake had a secret crush on Kurt, but he was afraid to reveal his feelings because he simply could not tell if Kurt was gay or not. Jake knew the awful consequences of mistakenly hitting on a straight guy, and he didn't want to risk it with Kurt. Jake was grudgingly content to sneak quick looks at Kurt's body every day when he changed clothes.
Jake had been walking to his locker at the time that Kurt was heading toward the bathroom. He said "Hey, Kurt", but Kurt merely growled a response. "Someone is in a really bad mood today," Jake thought.
Jake set his stuff down on the bench and opened his locker. While Kurt was away, Jake had extra time to look at Kurt's stuff. Jake noticed that Kurt once again had worn Calvin Klein boxer-briefs, a fact that Jake found very arousing. Jake also noticed that Kurt had a pair of Speedos laying on the top shelf of his locker. Jake surmised that today was a swimming day for Kurt and that he would be able to once again see Kurt's perfect ass in a brief pair of Speedos. Willing his dick to go down, Jake began to change into his workout clothes.
After Kurt had relieved himself, he walked back toward his locker. He noticed that Jake seemed to be paying a lot of attention to what was in Kurt's locker. He wondered if Jake was gay and was interested in him.
Because he was in a devilish mood, Kurt decided to have a little fun with Jake. After all, Jake was a masculine, attractive guy. Jake was 5'10" tall, 165 pounds, good muscle definition, and had a great hairy chest. Thankfully, Jake didn't seem to suffer from that "disease" that inflicts most hirsute men: more hair on their bodies than on their heads. Jake had a full head of light brown/reddish hair. This was really the first time that Kurt had noticed that Jake was really attractive. Usually when in a locker room environment, Kurt wouldn't allow himself to look at other men because he was afraid his lengthening dick would betray his homosexuality. Kurt was not ashamed of being gay; he just wasn't the sort of guy who thought that it was necessary to advertise his sexuality to the whole world every moment of the day.
Right before stepping in front of his locker, Kurt tugged at his cock so that it would expand a bit. Kurt decided that he was going to have a little fun with his buddy Jake.
"Hey, Jake! How's it hanging, buddy?" Kurt said as slapped Jake roughly on his naked back.
Jake was startled and jumped back a bit, a fact that was obvious to Kurt.
"A little jumpy today, Jake? Too much caffeine?" Kurt asked.
"No, Kurt. It's just... I was lost in thought and you startled me," Jake replied, making sure that he did not look in Kurt's direction.
Kurt put his right leg up on the bench and faced Jake. Kurt's cock was growing at the excitement of having a little fun with Jake, and Kurt had no intention of hiding his lengthening cock. Putting his leg up on the bench, though, did provide an adequate barrier so that no one in the locker room except Jake would see that Kurt had a hard-on.
Jake was already shirtless and was proceeding to take off his pants when he glanced over in Kurt's direction. Jake's jaw almost hit the floor when he saw that Kurt's dick was erect. Jake's own cock began to stir in his boxers, and Jake knew that there was no way he could take off his pants without Kurt knowing that he was aroused.
Kurt kept up his inane chit-chat while his cock rose to its generous 8 inches. He noticed that Jake was beginning to sweat around his brow and that Jake's pants were tenting out a bit.
"It's time to turn up the heat a bit," Kurt thought.
Taking his right leg down from the bench, Kurt turned so that his ass faced Jake. He bent over to get his towel out of his gym bag, and he purposely took quite a long time to rummage through his bag. Kurt even opened and closed his anus while bending over. He was certain that Jake had seen it because he heard no sounds coming from Jake's direction.
"That should be enough for now," Kurt thought as he willed his dick to return to its flaccid state. Kurt's dick quickly shrank since he was picturing all sorts of disgusting thoughts in his mind like sticking his tongue up a woman's cunt and the disgusting ripples that occur when a fat guy's ass is being pounded during sex.
Kurt spun around just in time to see Jake's eyes locked on Kurt's ass. Jake quickly looked away, and Kurt began to slowly put on his Speedos. He pulled them up as far as his balls and made sure that he took a lot of time in getting the waistband past his manhood. After getting the Speedos up on his waist, Kurt put his right hand into his swimsuit in an exaggerated motion to adjust his cock and balls to fit more comfortably in the tight nylon. Kurt quickly glanced over to Jake and thought that he could see steam coming out of Jake's ears.
"Well, my gaydar was right again," Kurt thought.
After tying the strings on his Speedos and adjusting himself once again, Kurt looked right at Jake and said, "Well, Jakey-boy, it's time for me to get wet. Have a good workout."
"You, too," Jake managed to mumble despite the fact that he had been holding his breath for over a minute in amazement at the sight of Kurt's body.
Kurt threw himself into his workout and, as expected, he was pretty tired after an hour-long swim. He knew that Jake usually took an hour to complete his weight-lifting routine, so Kurt got out of the pool and headed toward the locker room.
Jake was already finished for the day and was stripping down for a shower. By the time Kurt got to his locker, Jake only had on a black jock strap. Kurt didn't hide the fact that he was seriously checking Jake out, and he knew that Jake noticed.
"Hey, Jakey! Did you work up a good sweat today?" Kurt asked.
"Yeah, it seemed like I had a lot of excess energy today," Jake replied. "How about you?"
"Well, I don't usually sweat much when I'm swimming, but I had an intense workout. I guess I'll have to find a better way to work up a sweat tonight," Kurt replied with an evil grin on his face.
As he was untying the strings to his Speedos, Kurt decided to kick his plans into high gear. "Damn, these things seem tight today," he said as he pulled the waistband over his dick and balls.
"Dude, I don't know how you can stand wearing that. I don't like to wear anything that tight," Jake replied as he stared at Kurt's crotch.
"Don't knock 'em until you try 'em, Jake. They're not any tighter than your jock strap. Besides, in the water, they feel like you're not wearing anything at all," Kurt said.
"I'll just stick to my baggy trunks. They're more comfortable," Jake said as he removed his jock strap and threw it into his locker.
"But then no one can see what a great ass and package you have," Kurt said before he slapped Jake's bare ass.
Jake almost fell over from Kurt's actions. He wondered if Kurt was indeed gay. Then another thought ran through his mind: what if Kurt was attracted to him? By this time, Kurt had already headed toward the showers and Jake noticed that his own cock was beginning to get hard.
"Down, boy!" Jake thought to himself as he wrapped his towel around his waist.
In the shower area, Kurt purposely avoided the private shower stall area and instead headed for the common showers. Eight shower heads lined the outside of a rectangular area that was about 8' by 12'. Kurt walked over to one of the shower heads in the corner and turned it on. He just had enough time to start soaping up his crotch when Jake walked in.
"Come on and join the party, Jake," Kurt said as he motioned toward the shower head that was next to him.
Jake sheepishly looked at the floor while walking toward Kurt. He turned the water on and made sure it was as cold as he could stand. Jake really needed a cold shower to calm his lust down.
"Whoa, Jakey-boy. What's up with the cold water? Let's make this a little warmer," Kurt said as he reached over to the spigot that controlled Jake's shower. Kurt's hand lightly brushed Jake's hairy chest as he turned the nozzle to get hotter water. Jake couldn't help his reaction; he immediately got a hard-on.
Kurt took his bar of soap and rubbed it around in his hands to create some lather. He then reached over and began to wash Jake's back.
"I didn't think you'd mind if I helped you out a bit," Kurt said.
"Uh, no," Jake replied in a high-pitched voice.
Kurt slowly worked his hands lower and lower on Jake's back, and seizing the moment, Kurt ran his index finger slowly over Jake's ass crack and anus. Jake shivered and let out a low moan. His cock began to leak some serious pre-come.
Jake wasn't the only one who was aroused by these actions. Kurt's dick was hard as a rock, and as he took a step closer to Jake, Kurt's cock made contact with Jake's pucker hole. Kurt just let his dick stay right there. He didn't try to push in nor did he take a step back. Kurt then reached around Jake and began to massage Jake's nipples. Jake moaned a little too loudly, and Kurt immediately stopped what he was doing and took a few steps back.
"Let's continue this hot scene at my place, stud," Kurt whispered.
"Great. But hurry, Kurt. I'm on fire," Jake replied.
Drying themselves off and dressing, Kurt and Jake made it out of the gym in record time. They quickly reached Kurt's house and went straight (no pun intended) to the bedroom. Kurt practically ripped Jake's clothes off and threw him on the bed. Wasting no time, Kurt removed his own clothes and reached in the nightstand drawer for lube and a condom.
"Umm... I don't have a lot of experience with gay sex and I've always been a top. So, you understand if I tell you that I don't want to be fucked," Jake said with a worried look on his face.
"Well, Jakey-boy, no one stays a virgin forever," Kurt replied sarcastically. Lifting Jake's legs up to his own shoulders, Kurt added, "Remember this night, Jake. This is the night that a hot stud takes your cherry."
Jake could only whimper as Kurt began to lube his ass and finger fuck him. One finger, then two, and finally three fingers were swallowed by Jake's hungry ass. Jake wondered why he had never bottomed before since this felt really good so far.
"Now, just relax and push out. It'll burn for a minute and then all you'll feel is pleasure," Kurt advised him.
Lining up, Kurt slowly stuck his dick into Jake's virgin ass. As expected, Jake cried out from the pain. Kurt craned his neck to begin to make out with Jake, and the vicious tongue lashing that he was receiving relaxed Jake. Before he knew it, Jake had taken Kurt's dick to the root.
"Hang on for the ride of your life, Jake," Kurt said as he began a slow rhythm.
Jake was a natural bottom. He soon was clamping his ass muscles around Kurt's dick as Kurt pulled back during each thrust. Jake had never had so much fun during sex. Kurt expertly massaged Jake's prostate with each thrust, and Jake couldn't hold back his moans and pleadings to be fucked harder.
Kurt was working up a sweat and needed a break or he was going to cum shortly. So, he pulled out and told Jake to get on his hands and knees.
"I can't wait for you to fuck me like a dog," Jake encouraged.
"Arf arf, Jakey," Kurt said as he slammed his dick up Jake's hole in one strong thrust.
"Oh my God, I've died and gone to Heaven," Jake said in ecstasy.
Holding on to Jake's waist, Kurt plowed his dick in and out of Jake's tight ass. This was one deflowering that would make the record books.
"I'm getting close," Kurt uttered.
Before Kurt knew it, Jake had gotten out of the doggy-style position, turned around and was removing Kurt's condom.
"I want you to shoot your load in my mouth," Jake begged.
"Hmmm... methinks you've done this before, grasshopper," Kurt said as Jake deep-throated his cock.
Soon, Kurt shot a huge load into Jake's mouth and Jake swallowed it without losing a drop.
"Not the safest method of sex, but it works for me," Kurt thought.
After swallowing Kurt's load, Jake only stroked himself twice before shooting his wad all over his hairy chest.
"Lick my cum off my chest," Jake demanded.
"Sorry, pal. I don't do that," Kurt said as he got off the bed and headed toward the bathroom.
"Now the next question is what line will he use to leave? Will it be 'I've got an early meeting in the morning?' or 'That was great. Let's get together again soon.'" Kurt thought to himself.
By the time Kurt had finished cleaning up in the bathroom, Jake already had his boxers on and was looking for his other clothes. He saw Kurt and rushed over to plant a wet kiss on Kurt.
"That was great and I'd love to do it again soon, but I've got to go... early appointment tomorrow," Jake said.
"Oh, it's the combination line for Jake... a first-class choice." Kurt said to himself.
"Yeah, me too. I'll walk you to the door," Kurt said with mock sincerity.
After Jake left, those old feelings hit Kurt like a truck. Feelings of emptiness, self-loathing, disgust, and even a small bit of nausea almost overwhelmed Kurt.
"Gee, it's been so long since I've had these 'special' feelings. And it's SO nice to know that they don't change no matter how hot the trick was," Kurt said aloud.
He collapsed naked on his bed and buried his face under a pillow. He berated himself repeatedly for what he had just done. At one point, he even realized that he was no better than Brad when it came to emotionless, mindless tricking.
"God, I never should have done that! Now I feel worse than ever about my life and that asshole Brad," Kurt thought.
After a few minutes of mental flogging, Kurt got out of bed and went directly to the shower. He always felt dirty after tricking with someone, and his encounter with Jake was no exception. If he could have turned back time to a few hours ago, he gladly would have skipped doing what he had just done.
After drying off and getting ready to go to sleep, Kurt was about to shut off the bedroom light when the phone rang. Since it was pretty late, he wondered who the hell was calling him.
Kurt picked up the phone and said, "Hello?"
"Kurt, it's Brad..."
End of Part IX. Comments are appreciated. I think Part X will be the last of the series but I'm not exactly sure how to end it. Part of me doesn't want the fairy (sorry, no pun intended) tale ending but part of me does. Let me know what you think. My e-mail is ankh_one@yahoo.com.