Date: Thu, 19 Jul 2001 16:41:59 -0700 (PDT)
From: Avatar One <ankh_one@yahoo.com>
Subject: "What If? - Part 1"

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What If? -- Part I
An Original Series by Ankh_one

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Usual disclaimers apply... for adults only... gay sex (but
not in this installment--this is the background part)...
yadda, yadda.  Feedback appreciated.
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	"What if you finally met "The One"... the guy who is as
much in love with you as you are with him?  What if
the sight of him takes your breath away even when his
hair is all messed up in the morning and he stares at
you with blood-shot eyes?  What if you trusted your
lover so completely that infidelity never entered your
paranoid mind?  What if you found someone who
intuitively knew when you needed to be alone and when
you needed to be held, despite your protests?", Kurt
thought as he was trying to fall asleep.

	His inner voice replied, "You need to stop having
these thoughts before bed.  They depress you because
right now you feel really lonely and incomplete.
Perhaps it's time to go see the doctor about some
anti-depressants, or 'happy pills,' as you call them."

	"Just shut up!", Kurt said aloud even though he knew
he was talking to himself.  The outburst did not
matter.  There was no one in his house that would have
been disturbed by the sudden noise.

	Kurt had not been this depressed in his entire life.
Successful by many standards, Kurt was only 33 years
old and had accomplished many things in his
professional life.  But Kurt was plagued by what can
only be called a disease of desire: he always wanted
the thing that he did not have.  On many occasions, he
would earn or be given that which he desired.  But his
satisfaction was always short-lived because he would
quickly become obsessed with a new desire.

For the last year or so, the missing piece to the
puzzle of his life was a serious boyfriend.  Sure,
Kurt dated and had his fair share of hot sexual
encounters.  After all, he was easy on the eyes.
Standing 5' 10" and weighing 170 pounds, Kurt was the
good-looking, boy-next-door type.  He was not model
material but he definitely turned heads.  Probably his
best feature was his blue eyes, but not because of the
color.  In fact, his eyes were streaked with gold
flecks which actually blurred some of the piercing
blue shade.  But people often said, even though it's a
cliche, that they got lost in his eyes.

Fortunately, Kurt never believed in these comments and
observations.  "There is nothing worse than someone
who has an ego that is bigger than the whole room,"
Kurt often thought, so he did not take his eyes or any
of his other physical features seriously.  In fact,
Kurt often thought that he was average-looking at
best.  Humility seemed to be one of his most endearing
qualities.

But Kurt was unlucky in love.   His longest
relationship, if you could call it that, lasted only
five months.  He lied to himself time and time again
that his boyfriend was not cheating on him, but he
knew that he was.  Sometimes, Kurt could even smell
another guy's cologne on his boyfriend's clothes.
Even though it took time to break away, Kurt finally
did move on from this disastrous relationship.
Unfortunately, that meant that he was alone again.

BEEP!  BEEP! BEEP!  The sound of his alarm clock
pierced through the darkness of Kurt's bedroom like an
ice pick plunging into his skull.  Kurt never was much
of a morning person, so he had to buy the loudest
alarm clock he could find.  He also had to find one
that was nearly indestructible since it usually ended
up being thrown against the wall.

Stumbling groggily to the bathroom, Kurt turned on the
light and was greeted with the lovely sight of his
reflection in the mirror.

"Man!  You need to get some sun," Kurt said aloud as
he gazed down at his pale, toned body.  His daily
workouts were finally paying off.  He never did any
serious weight lifting; just light weights and aerobic
stuff so that he would be toned.  His pecs were much
more defined than they had been six months ago.  The
definition showed clearly through the small amount of
hair that covered his chest.  His six-pack was also
looking better every day.  That was a thrill for Kurt
because he really hated working his abs.

After showering and getting dressed, Kurt rushed out
of his house and nearly ran into someone who had run
past him in a blur.  Kurt was pushed back against his
front door by the unknown figure, but he caught his
balance quickly.

"I'm SO sorry," a deep, masculine voice said from
Kurt's left side.

"It's not often that I almost get knocked on my ass
before I get to work," Kurt said snidely before he
turned to look at the would-be assailant.

"I really apologize.  I was just finishing my run and
I saw that your lawn sprinklers were on," the
assailant hesitated and let out a nervous laugh.

At the moment that Kurt turned to look at the jogger,
his eyes nearly popped out of his head like on a
Saturday morning cartoon show.  Standing in front of
him, wearing only a skimpy pair of navy blue jogging
shorts, was a hot-looking guy who was sweating pretty
profusely.  He had dirty blond hair, blue-green eyes,
a tanned and hairy chest, and a pretty toned body.
Kurt could tell that this guy kept in shape but he
doubted that the guy was a gym rat.  The guy also was
about 2 inches taller than Kurt and outweighed him by
about 15 pounds.

"I guess I never grew out of wanting to run through a
sprinkler on a hot day," the jogger smiled and looked
down at the ground in embarrassment.

Fortunately, Kurt recovered from being stunned and
managed to make a silly remark.  "Well, it must be
nice to play around in the water on a hot day when the
rest of us are on our way to work."

Once the words came out of his mouth, Kurt regretted
them.  He knew he was being a condescending asshole
who jumped to the conclusion that this guy was a
slacker.  Kurt knew that his cheeks had started to
turn red.

"Actually, I'm going into work a little late today,
not that it's any of your concern.  I'm sorry I
trespassed on your property," the jogger said as he
was making his way back to the sidewalk.

Quickly thinking of an apology, Kurt said, "No, I'm
the one who is sorry... for being rude, that is.
Please, go have fun in the sprinklers.  It looks like
you could use a cool-down after your run."  Slyly,
Kurt had an ulterior motive for getting this guy wet.
After all, skimpy nylon shorts become awfully clingy
when they are wet!

"Thanks.  Don't mind if I do," the jogger said.  "Care
to join me?" he added with a smirk on his face.

"Not when I'm dressed in a suit," Kurt replied.

"Well, take it off," the jogger  responded and then
realized what he had said.  "I didn't mean that the
way it sounded..." he trailed off.

"I know what you meant.  Maybe some other time," Kurt
said as he was trying desperately to figure out if
this guy was coming on to him or not.  Kurt's "gaydar"
was definitely not working today since he was getting
no vibes (straight or gay) from this guy.

	After getting sufficiently drenched by the water
spray, the jogger ran his fingers through his hair and
walked back over to where Kurt was standing in the
driveway.  Kurt was right.  He could really see the
guy's package pressing against the wet nylon fabric.
While the guy's endowment wasn't the largest Kurt had
ever seen, it certainly was a nice size, he thought to
himself.

	Kurt wasn't sure but he got the impression that the
jogger knew that Kurt was checking him out.  "I'd
better back off before I get slugged," Kurt thought.

	"Well, I'd better go take a real shower and get to
work.  Thanks for the public shower," the jogger
grinned and started to walk away.

	With a last-ditch effort, Kurt stammered, "Umm... OK.
Have a good day at work.  And, uh, my name is Kurt, by
the way."

	The jogger turned back around with his hand extended.
 "Nice to meet you, Kurt.  I'm Brad, and I guess we
are neighbors since I live at the end of the block."

	"Oh, you must be the one who had traffic backed up
last weekend with your moving van in the middle of the
street," Kurt said with a laugh.

	"Yep, that was me.  I always like to make a great
first impression.  Just like I did with you when I
almost knocked you down a few minutes ago," Brad said
with a classic smirk on his face.

	"Cute and sarcastic... just my type," thought Kurt for
a split second.  He also realized it was a good thing
that he had worn tight boxer briefs today, or Brad
would have noticed his rapidly expanding cock tenting
his suit pants.

	Brad broke the brief silence by saying, "Well, I have
to go.  It was nice meeting you."

	Before Kurt could reply, Brad was already jogging
down the street toward his house.

	"Well, things just might be looking up," thought Kurt
as he got into his car.

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End of Part I.   Part II to follow soon.  Tell me what
you think.  I'm open to suggestions about how this
story is going to unfold.  My e-mail address is
ankh_one@yahoo.com.