Date: Sun, 27 Jan 2002 17:16:15 -0800 (PST)
From: Avatar One <ankh_one@yahoo.com>
Subject: What If?  Part X

What If?  Part X
An Original Series by Ankh_one


	Kurt couldn't seem to respond when he heard Brad's
voice.  Somehow, he managed to utter, "Yeah?"

	"Look, I know you're probably upset with me, but
would you at least let me explain?" Brad pleaded.

	As always, Kurt put his defensive shields up in the
aftermath of rejection.  "I don't know why I should.
It obviously was just another trick for you, and you
couldn't stand spending the entire night with your
latest conquest," Kurt said harshly.

	"I guess I deserved that comment... and probably a lot
more like it," Brad replied sheepishly.

	"You got that right.  So, what excuse are you going
to use now? As if I haven't heard them all before,"
said Kurt as he realized that he was getting really
angry and irritated.

	"Truthfully, I don't have any excuses and I'm not
going to lie to you about what I did," Brad said with
sincerity.

	"Hallelujah!  I think we should call Springer," Kurt
said sarcastically.  In a mock TV announcer's voice,
he added, "On today's show, we have 'One-Night-Stand
Confessions.'  In our studio, we have Brad who doesn't
give a fuck for anyone or anything except his cock."

	"Stop!  You're really hurting my feelings," Brad
ordered.

	Kurt almost exploded.  "Oh, so now your feelings are
hurt?  Well, what about mine, huh?  I wake up in the
morning and reach over to cuddle with someone who I am
falling for and what do I find?  The little bastard
has taken off during the night and didn't even leave a
note.  Apparently, I wasn't very good in bed because
you didn't feel the need to stay the night."

	Brad was almost speechless.  "Kurt, that's not it!
You were great.  In fact, you were better than great!"

	Kurt cut in by saying, "Listen, pal.  Insincere
flattery will not get you in my bed again, so don't
bother."

	"Look, this isn't going so well.  I really need to
see you face-to-face to explain myself.  Will you
agree to that?" Brad asked.

	"I don't know why I should.  After all, the cliché
says 'actions speak louder than words.'  No doubt your
words will be the opposite of what your actions were,
and listening to them just strikes me as a big waste
of time," Kurt replied.

	"Please meet with me and hear me out," Brad pleaded.

	Against his better judgment, Kurt replied, "Ok, but
you have 15 minutes and then I will throw you out of
my house.  Understood?"

	"15 minutes will be great.  How about this weekend?"
Brad asked with obvious relief.

	"Why should I wait until the weekend?  What's wrong
with now?" Kurt inquired with irritation.

	"Um... I really am out of town on business.  It was an
unexpected trip that popped up the morning after the
night we spent together.  I really am telling the
truth," Brad said.

	"You mean the half of a night that we spent together.
 As I recall, one of us left in the middle of the
night," said Kurt.

	"I am well aware of the error of my ways.  And please
believe me that I will explain myself on Saturday.
I'll see you after my run Saturday morning, OK?" asked
Brad.

	"Fine," Kurt replied and hung up the phone.

	Kurt was glad that he voiced some of his
frustrations, even if it did sound like he was
whining.  But Kurt felt that he was entitled to his
anger.  He had made it very clear to Brad that he was
looking for a hell of a lot more than a roll in the
hay.  And yet, Brad had gotten away with exactly that.
 Kurt wondered once again why people had to be such
assholes when it came to relationships.

	"Well, it's Wednesday, so I guess I'll have to stew
on this for a few more days until I can get closure.
I may have been a bit tough on Brad, but he hasn't
seen anything yet... Saturday will be a lot rougher on
his ego and conscience.   If he even has a conscience,
that is," Kurt thought.

	The days passed by quickly.  Kurt was not expecting
Brad to reveal anything revolutionary.  In fact, Kurt
had resigned himself to allowing Brad to babble on for
15 minutes and then asking him to leave the house and
Kurt's life forever.

	Saturday morning came, and Brad really couldn't
concentrate on his run.  His speed was sluggish at
best, and since he had forgotten to properly stretch
before starting, his hamstring muscles were beginning
to ache.  Abandoning his normal route, Brad turned
around and headed for home.

	After showering and going over what to say in his
head, Brad walked over to Kurt's house.  He knew that
Kurt was not going to be very receptive to his
explanation.  But, Brad had to try anyway.  Brad
sincerely liked Kurt and hoped that something special
could grow between them.  But it appeared that Kurt
was pretty stubborn and that once someone dicked him
over, there was no turning back.  Brad knew that he
would have to be as persuasive as he had ever been
because there was a lot at stake... his heart.

	With bated breath, Brad walked to Kurt's front door
and rang the bell.  It was almost as if Kurt were
standing right there because the door quickly opened.
Kurt's and Brad's eyes met and Kurt quickly looked
away.  Even though it was a brief glimpse, Brad could
see the hurt in Kurt's eyes.

	"Um.. hi," Brad stammered.

	Turning his back to Brad and walking toward the
living room, Kurt said, "Come in and shut the door
behind you."

	Brad did as instructed and took a seat opposite to
Kurt's rigid position on the couch.  "I'm listening,"
Kurt said in a harsh tone.

	"First of all, I want to apologize for my behavior.
Although I have what I think is a pretty good reason
for leaving, there really is no excuse for not leaving
you a note or something like that," Brad said
sheepishly.

	"Ah, we're in agreement on one thing," Kurt said with
an icy tone.

	"It's just... I had something really bad happen to me
where I used to live and it really scarred me.  It was
the reason why I moved here.  I really had no choice
because I couldn't stay in the city where I was at,"
Brad said a took a deep breath.

	Seeing no reaction from Kurt, Brad continued, "I was
a state senator in Ohio and I had to abruptly give up
my career because word leaked to the press that I was
gay."

	"So, what does that have to do with me?" Kurt asked.

	"Nothing directly, but I'm trying to explain the
background behind my actions.  I had been living with
someone for about three months, and to be perfectly
honest, I wasn't in love with him.  In fact, I had
agreed to let him stay with me because the guy lost
his job and his apartment.  He had nowhere else to go.
 He hadn't spoken to his family in years and none of
his so-called friends would help him out.  In
retrospect, I guess I got suckered into asking him to
live with me because he knew that I wasn't the type of
guy who would just let him live on the streets."

	Kurt was again quiet, so Brad proceeded, "Well, he
had a somewhat kinky obsession with recording us
having sex.  First, he started out with a video camera
and he gave me the tape once we were finished.  We
would watch the tape, laugh, and then I would destroy
it.  No blood, no foul, so to speak."

	"Is there a point to this story or do you just get
off telling others about your sexual exploits?" Kurt
asked.

	"There is a point, and if you'll bear with me for a
minute, it'll become clear," Brad said and continued
with his story.  "Soon, he wanted to get up-close
pictures.  He had suggested letting someone videotape
us while we were having sex and I said 'No way!'
Instead, he decided to take regular photographs,
especially when he was the top.  Somehow, he was
usually able to reach the camera and snap a picture
even when my legs were up on his shoulders and he was
plowing my ass."

	Kurt was beginning to get turned on a bit.  He was
upset that his body was betraying him when his mind
and his heart were screaming at him to end this
"relationship" with Brad.  Kurt subtly crossed his
legs to hide his growing erection.

	"Well, much to my surprise a few weeks later, one of
the photos showed up on the front page of the local
newspaper.  It wasn't very graphic. He had taken the
photo from the side view while I was on my back with
my hands holding my ankles up in the air.  The
newspaper printed the picture as is because none of my
forbidden body parts were showing.  Of course, the
headline read something like "State Senator Caught in
Gay Sex Scandal".  I was just astounded and thought
that someone at the photo developing place was
responsible.  I assumed they copied one of our
pictures when they were being developed and then sold
it to the newspaper."

	Brad paused for a minute and tried to see if he was
getting through to Kurt.  Kurt was taken aback a bit,
and he was starting to believe that this incident
really happened.  Of course, he was not ready to let
Brad off the hook.  While no one should have to go
through what Brad had gone through, it still did not
explain Brad's recent behavior.

	"I rushed home from the office because it was
obviously too embarrassing to be there.  The phone was
ringing off the hook, and members of the press were
gathering outside my office.  I ducked out the back
entrance and headed home, looking for moral support
from my boyfriend.  I got home and he was in his usual
attire: nothing.  He took one look at me and started
laughing his head off.  I told him that I appreciated
the support and he said, 'So did I.'  I had no idea
what he was talking about so I asked him what he meant
by that.  He said he was happy to have gotten some
financial support from the newspaper that bought the
picture from him."

	Brad had to stop and catch his breath.  It seemed
like it was almost yesterday that this nightmare had
happened.  Kurt noticed that Brad was red in the face.
 He concluded that Brad was truly embarrassed and
extremely angry about the incident.

	Brad went on, "Needless to say, I was not reelected a
month later.  The town was far too conservative for
that.  Now, believe me when I tell you this:  I have
no shame or problem with being gay and furthermore, I
do not try to hide it.  In fact, my voting record in
the Ohio senate proved that.  I consistently voted for
pro-gay measures.  Unfortunately, such legislation was
few and far between and almost always got defeated.
But, my record clearly showed that I was for gay
rights.  But there's a world of difference to some
people between being politically correct and actually
being gay.  And away went what looked to be a
promising political career.  I was actually
considering running for the U.S. House in a few
years."

	"But, my career is not what is important.  What is
important is the fact that I was blatantly betrayed.
And it was done by someone that I had gone out of my
way to take care of.  Now, I told you before that I
didn't love him and I honestly believe that that
statement is true.  But betrayal is the worst sin that
anyone can commit, in my opinion, whether it's a
friend, family member or significant other doing it."

	"I can understand that and I truly do feel bad for
you.  But I still don't understand what this has to do
with me," Kurt said in a softer tone.

	"It has everything to do with you and anyone else I
might fall for during the rest of my life.  You see, I
started to have strong feelings for you right after we
had made love the other night.  And those feelings hit
me hard... so hard that I couldn't breathe.  It wasn't
that I suspected that you would betray me, too.  It's
just that my defense mechanisms kicked in when they
really had no reason to.  So, I ran like the wind as
far away from your bed as I possibly could.  The
business trip that unexpectedly came up the next day
was like a message from God, or so I thought.  And I
mistakenly believe at first that the message was His
way of telling me that I had done the right thing.
Now, I'm not a religious person by any stretch of the
imagination, but I do believe that most important
things happen for a reason.  And I thought the reason
for me running away was that I somehow instinctively
knew, or learned through Divine Intervention, that you
were going to hurt me.  Of course, I soon realized
that I was completely wrong for leaving, and I have
thought of nothing but my regret for the last few
days."

	Brad paused and could tell that Kurt was not going to
interrupt him.  "The bottom line is this: I care for
you a lot.  I cannot say that I love you because I
don't really know what that is.  Also, it's difficult
to love someone that you barely know.  And that's the
story in a nutshell.  I apologize for my behavior, but
I hope that you understand that there was a reason
behind it."

	Brad was finished and he was anxiously awaiting a
response from Kurt.  Seeing none, Brad said, "Well, I
guess my 15 minutes are up.  I'm sorry I disturbed
you."

	Brad got up and started to walk toward the door with
his head down.  Kurt got to the door before Brad did
and simply hugged him.  That gesture meant more to
Brad than any other human contact in his life.

	"You actually understand how screwed up our minds and
motives can be, don't you?" Brad asked.

	"More than you know.  But let me make one thing
clear.  If you ever do that again, I will hunt you
down like the dog that you are and beat the shit out
of you until you wished that you were actually dead!"
Kurt said with a smile on his face and a gleam in his
eye.

	"I cannot argue with that," Brad said as he leaned in
to kiss Kurt.

	None of the horribly negative emotions that both had
experienced over the past few days diminished the
spark that erupted between the two.  It was as if all
of the pain and sorrow never existed.  Kurt pushed
Brad in the direction of the stairs and the upstairs
bedroom without breaking the kiss.

	They ripped each other's clothes off and hungrily
kissed and licked each other's bodies.  Despite the
urgency of their desire, they knew that they could
take their time and do things the right way.  This was
true love-making rather than animalistic sex.

	Brad whispered to Kurt, "I want you inside of me, and
I don't want you to come for at least an hour."

	"That's a tall order, but I'll see what I can do,"
Kurt replied, smiling.

	Kurt reached for the lube and a condom and sensuously
got his lover ready for the invasion.  Kurt entered
Brad slowly and a small gasp of ecstasy escaped Brad's
lips.  Brad felt as if all of the stress had just
melted away from him and he eagerly relaxed his whole
body so that he and Kurt could become one.

	Kurt felt Brad's insides wrap around his cock like a
boa constrictor.  But rather than pain, Kurt felt
intense pleasure.  He wanted to give back to Brad all
the pleasure that he was feeling and then some.  So,
Kurt slowly worked his cock in and out of Brad's ass
making sure that he brushed Brad's prostate each time.
 Kurt took his time and he truly wanted to comply with
Brad's request for their love-making session to last
at least an hour.

	Judging by the rigidity of Brad's cock rubbing up
against Kurt's hairy stomach, Kurt didn't know if Brad
was going to make it.  A huge amount of pre-come
matted down some of the hair on Kurt's stomach.  Kurt
knew that Brad was approaching his climax, so he
stopped thrusting into him and instead leaned forward
to kiss Brad.  Brad was surprised that Kurt had
stopped his rhythmic motions but was pleased that he
would be able to make out with Kurt.

	Kurt tried to cool Brad down a bit with a gentle
tongue-lashing and that seemed to do the trick.  Brad
loved it but at the same time, his breathing and heart
rate slowed a bit.  That would ensure that Brad
wouldn't come too quickly.

	After having doused Brad's fire a bit, Kurt began to
thrust his hips in and out of Brad's love canal once
again.  Even though he didn't have a lot of experience
as a bottom, Brad somehow learned the exquisite
technique of contracting his sphincter muscles right
before Kurt's cock head would have escaped.  Kurt
began to sweat a lot and was really getting into this
fulfilling sex session.

	All good things must reach a climax, and each of the
boys certainly did achieve one hell of a climax!  Brad
reached the point of no return first while Kurt's dick
was embedded in his ass.  Repeated pressure on his
prostate gland caused Brad to explode all over his and
Kurt's chest.  That did it for Kurt also.  Brad was
pleased that Kurt pulled out at the last second,
ripped off the condom, and shot his load all over
Brad's chest.  Their come mingled together on Brad's
hairy chest, and after catching his breath, Kurt
leaned down to lick some of it up.  He got a sizable
portion of come in his mouth and proceeded to share it
with Brad during a hot kiss.

	Kurt then collapsed on top of Brad and the two
continued kissing for what seemed like an eternity.


		THE END.... or THE BEGINNING?


* * * * *

This is the last installment.  I really appreciate all
of you who wrote to me and encouraged me to "keep it
up" (pun intended!).  I didn't get to answer
everyone's e-mail but I will in the near future.  Let
me know what you thought of the ending.  You can
e-mail me at ankh_one@yahoo.com