Date: Sun, 29 Jul 2001 12:27:44 -0700 (PDT)
From: Avatar One <ankh_one@yahoo.com>
Subject: "What If?  Part II"

Here is the second installment of the story I posted
about a week ago in Gay/Beginnings.

Thanks!


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


	Kurt was glad that it was Friday and that he did not
have too much on his calendar for that day because he
could not help but think about his morning encounter
with Brad.  The guy was gorgeous, no doubt about it.
But the thing that bothered Kurt the most was that he
could not even remotely tell if Brad was gay or not.
Kurt already knew what it was like to lust after a
straight guy... it always ended in disappointment.

	Kurt did remember one positive thing about his
dilemma:  Brad was not wearing a wedding ring.
Unfortunately, there were a lot of married guys who
didn't wear rings.  "Think positive," Kurt told
himself.

	The rest of his work day passed uneventfully, and
Kurt decided to take the long way home and drive past
the house in which he thought Brad lived.  Luckily, no
cars were behind him as Kurt slowed his car down near
Brad's house.  The house was typical for the
neighborhood: a two-story colonial with about 2,500
square feet of living space.

	Kurt noticed that the garage door was open and that
there were several boxes piled inside.  Each one
seemed to be neatly labeled and stacked efficiently.
Kurt couldn't see any indication of kids' toys or
womanly things.  A bit excited about that discovery,
Kurt had to calm himself down as he realized that this
evidence was circumstantial at best and really did not
lead to any conclusions about Brad's marital status.

	"Well, I think I've been enough of a stalker for
today," Kurt said aloud.  He drove the rest of the way
home and entered his house.  Heading for his bedroom,
Kurt began to get out of his work clothes.   Off came
his tie and he had already completely unbuttoned his
dress shirt by the time he climbed the stairs to the
master bedroom.  Flinging off his shirt, Kurt quickly
took off his remaining clothes and stood in front of
his bedroom mirror wearing only his Calvin Klein black
boxer briefs.

	Kurt admired his body in the mirror and began to run
his hands through his chest hair.  Although he
definitely needed to expose his body more often to the
sun ("And there are lots of fun and interesting ways
to do that," Kurt thought to himself), he was pleased
with the results of his workouts.  He tweaked his
right nipple and felt the unmistakable pleasure that
accompanied such an action.

	Kurt could see and feel his cock tenting out his
boxer briefs, and since he liked his underwear tight,
he was getting a bit uncomfortable.  As he began to
massage his straining cock through the microfiber
material, the vision of Brad in his wet, clinging
jogging shorts flashed into Kurt's mind.  Kurt closed
his eyes and relived the moment of Brad running
through the lawn sprinklers as if it were a movie that
was shot in slow motion.

	A faint groan of pleasure escaped Kurt's lips as he
caressed his ass.  Tonight's self-pleasure session was
going to be special and much different from the
routine jack-off encounters he had been having lately.
 "But first, I have to lose my Calvins," Kurt thought
and he abruptly shed this final piece of clothing.
His 8" cock slapped up against his stomach, rigid and
dripping pre-come.

	Kurt went to the special drawer in his nightstand
that contained the essentials of sexual encounters:
lube, condoms and a few "toys," as he called them.
Kurt said to himself, "Well, Brad's package looked
kind of big in those wet shorts so I'd better use the
big one to get the right feeling."

	Reaching into the drawer, Kurt pulled out a rather
large dildo that was, of course, flesh-colored and
ready for the invasion.  Kurt rarely used toys when he
was masturbating, but he had been so horny all day
thinking about Brad that he had to do something
special for himself tonight.

	Kurt squeezed a bit of Astroglide on his fingers and
started to lube up his asshole.  "It's been a long
time since you've been fucked," Kurt thought to
himself.  "So, entry is going to be a little painful."

	After lubing up the dildo, Kurt began to fantasize
about making love to Brad.  Yes, he thought about
making love to Brad, not fucking him.  Fucking seemed
to be more vulgar and more in line with a one-night
stand.  Kurt, of course, had his fair share of casual
encounters, but he did not enjoy them because he felt
that he had always put his needs before his partner's.
 Kurt also knew that the other guy was trying to do
the same thing, but the experience of attaining mutual
pleasure was so much more satisfying for Kurt.  That's
what he meant by making love:  taking time to do
everything just right so that both participants
achieve ecstasy... not just one person shooting their
load all over creation and then quickly looking around
on the floor for his underwear and other clothing.

	Kurt imagined that Brad was a great kisser who gently
but firmly penetrated Kurt's mouth with his tongue.
The kissing would seem to last for hours in Kurt's
fantasy, but he eventually would break the lip-lock to
pursue other pleasure spots on Brad's body.

	Amidst these passionate imaginings, Kurt placed the
dildo at his asshole, and surprisingly, it slipped
past his sphincter muscle without any pain or
discomfort.  Kurt knew then that he was really horny
and that this session would not last long.  But he
sensed that he would have an extremely powerful
orgasm.

	After shoving the dildo to the hilt up his ass, Kurt
began to slowly pull it out of his love canal only to
shove it all the way back in soon afterward.  While
working the dildo with his left hand, Kurt's right
hand was slowly stroking his cock.  The pleasure of
both sensations was really turning Kurt on, and his
body broke out in a sweat.

	Kurt imagined that his legs were propped up on Brad's
shoulders and that their eyes were always locked on
each other.  Brad also hungrily kissed Kurt in the
fantasy as often as his insistent thrusting allowed.
Kurt was getting close to orgasm and he really needed
the release.

	To push himself over the edge, Kurt imagined that
Brad was barebacking him and that Brad was just about
to shoot his load into Kurt's waiting body.  That
image did it... Kurt felt the sperm boiling up from his
balls as his cock prepared to release the fluid.  With
one final scraping of the dildo against his prostate,
Kurt began to shoot what seemed to be a gallon of cum.
 The first volley landed partly on his pillow and
partly in his hair.  The second shot baptized his
forehead and nose, and the remaining three spurts
christened his hairy chest and stomach.

	As Kurt came back to earth from the throes of
ecstasy, he realized that he had been almost shouting
as he was achieving orgasm.  He rarely was vocal when
he masturbated, but this was an exception.  Carefully,
he removed the greasy dildo from his ass and laid it
on the towel that he had draped over the bed.  His ass
was a little sore, but it was a good kind of pain.

	Almost as an afterthought, Kurt scooped up some of
the cum that had collected in the center of his chest
and greedily licked it off of his hand.  This action,
too, was unusual for Kurt because he almost never
tasted his own cum and had never let a guy shoot in
his mouth.  Kurt was almost a fanatic about safe sex
and he was a bit embarrassed that his fantasy had
involved barebacking, a feat that Kurt had never
attempted.

	"Yeah, but that orgasm was worth it," Kurt thought to
himself as he drifted off to sleep.

	"Tomorrow," he thought, "I'll go after the real
thing."  Kurt drifted off into a deep slumber that was
not entirely peaceful due to some pretty erotic
dreams.

* * * * *

End of Part II... I hope everyone likes it.  I know I'm
moving kind of slow with our two heroes getting
together, but that is deliberate.  Part III is in the
works.  Suggestions are appreciated.  E-mail:
ankh_one@yahoo.com