Date: Tue, 7 Aug 2001 17:12:39 -0700 (PDT)
From: Avatar One <ankh_one@yahoo.com>
Subject: Title:  "What If?  Part IV"

What If?  Part IV
An Original Series by Ankh_one


	Kurt spent the rest of the day Saturday doing all of
the household chores that he had planned to do.  He
also worked a bit on his tan, but he afraid that he
might get sunburned since this was his first exposure
to the sun that summer.  He wasn't going to worry
about it, though.  He usually tanned nicely, and he
couldn't remember the last time that he had sunburn.

	There were two nagging thoughts that went through his
mind all day: his strange dream the night before and
seeing the young man come out of Brad's house while
Brad stood in the doorway naked.  To save his sanity,
Kurt concentrated mostly on the dream.  He could not
get that line out of his head, "We are One."  He could
not figure out what that meant, no matter how hard and
long he thought about it.  Was the white figure
supposed to represent a part of himself?  Did it have
anything to do with the fact that he was not "out" to
many people, especially at work?  Kurt could not come
to any conclusions.

	But that line of thinking brought up again the same
old problem that had plagued him for the last year.
He was just not comfortable telling people about his
sexuality.  The one and only person that he told a few
months ago was Kelly, a former work colleague and
close friend.  Kurt and Kelly had kept in touch often
after they both left their jobs at the same company.
Kelly had been Kurt's mentor for a while, and she
seemed to have a bright future at the company.
However, women were not well accepted in some
conservative financial service firms like the one they
both had worked for, and Kelly quickly figured out
that she had hit the proverbial glass ceiling.  Kurt
also did not like the close-minded culture of the
firm, but not because of his homosexuality.  The firm
frowned on many things including minorities and even
people who were older than 35.  So, Kurt also chose to
leave the firm.

	Thankfully, nothing had changed between Kelly and
Kurt after his revelation, but they did go through a
period of, as they later called it, "weirdness."
Kelly finally stopped trying to fix Kurt up with her
female friends, a burden that Kurt was glad to get rid
of.  In fact, they often would go to lunch and make
comments about the cute guys in the restaurant.  Kurt
felt extremely lucky to have an accepting friend like
Kelly.

	Family members were a different story.  About two
years ago, Kurt's parents had stopped asking him about
when he was going to get married and give them
grandchildren.  Kurt really didn't know why that line
of questioning stopped, but he felt it had something
to do with his father stumbling across some gay porn
pictures on Kurt's computer that he had forgotten to
erase.  Kurt's Dad acted very strangely toward him for
about a month afterward, but things somehow got back
to normal.

	Kurt even worked for a very progressive company after
he left his first job.  The new firm had domestic
partner benefits and did not tolerate discrimination
based on sexual orientation.  Kurt still did not feel
comfortable, though.  He looked upon his sexuality as
a significant part of his life but not a part that
invaded all facets of his life.  Some of his
ex-boyfriends usually groaned when Kurt launched into
his routine about not advertising his sexuality at
work because he did not want the heterosexual people
to do the same.

	"I don't want to know who or what they are sleeping
with, so why should they be entitled to know that I
prefer a masculine man in my bed?" Kurt often said.

	Some of his gay friends were extremely offended by
this line of thinking, and one had even told him that
Kurt was personally setting the gay rights movement
back 20 years.  Kurt did not buy into that logic,
though, instead saying that people who chose not to
broadcast their sexual preferences should be as
entitled to their decision as those who chose to put
gay flags on their cars.

	Although he did not want to dwell on it too much,
Kurt also tried to figure out the nature of the scene
that had transpired at Brad's house earlier that
morning.  Kurt decided that the twink could not have
been Brad's son because he felt, perhaps naively, that
most fathers did not walk around naked in front of
their families.  Kurt's father had often stripped down
to his baggy white boxers on hot days while lounging
around the house, but he never removed them. ("Thank
God!", Kurt thought.)

	So, by eliminating the family angle, Kurt then had to
decide if what he saw was truly the aftermath of
Brad's one-night-stand with the twink.  That thought
really bothered Kurt even though he realized he had
absolutely no right to feel that way.  Kurt decided
that, whether he approved or not, Brad was free to
live his life the way he wanted, and he was glad that
his chores were almost finished so that he would not
have to think about Brad any longer.

	It was about 6 p.m. when Kurt realized that he was
hungry and tired.  He had just about finished washing
his car and that was the final task of the day.  As he
hosed off the last of the soap from his windshield,
Kurt almost jumped out of his skin when he felt
someone touch his bare back.

	"Ow!  Jesus Christ!", Kurt yelled involuntarily as he
realized that he may have truly gotten sunburned that
day since his back was suddenly on fire.

	"Sorry, Kurt," Brad said while quickly taking his
hand off of Kurt's back.  "You really got some sunburn
today.  I shouldn't have touched you since your back
is so red."

	Kurt whirled around and saw Brad standing there.
Brad had obviously been out jogging again.  He was
soaked in sweat and once again had on only skimpy
nylon jogging shorts.  This time, the shorts were
white, and they made Brad's tan look all the darker.

	Kurt almost lost his breath at the sight of this
studly male, but he quickly recovered.  "I'm sorry I
yelled, Brad.  I guess I did get a lot more sun than I
should have today," Kurt managed to say.

	"Yeah.  Your back is red, your chest is still white
and I bet you have a nasty tan line above your knees
where your shorts are," Brad said, laughing.   "Let's
take a look."

	Brad reached out and pulled up the right leg of
Kurt's shorts and startled Kurt in the process.
People normally did not try to check out his tan
lines.  Apparently, Brad thought nothing of it.  Kurt,
however, suddenly remembered that he was not wearing
underwear and that his cock was starting to stir.  The
fear of Brad seeing his hard-on made Kurt's dick
remain flaccid, much to Kurt's relief.

	"Yep, just as I suspected... sunburn and pasty white
skin above it," Brad said as he lowered the leg of
Kurt's shorts.  "You know that you're going to have to
even up your tan soon or you'll look pretty funny
poolside this summer."

	"Right now, I'd settle for something to take the
sting of my sunburn away," Kurt said, wincing.

	"I tell you what.  I have the perfect cure for
sunburn at my house.  It's a family recipe, I guess.
If you'd like, you can have some.  It's guaranteed to
work in less than 10 minutes after you put it on.  It
also helps to minimize peeling," Brad said.

	"Why would you have a sunburn remedy?  I mean, just
look at you, Mr. Tan Man.  I can't imagine that you've
ever been sunburned in your entire life," Kurt
exclaimed.

	"You'd be surprised," Brad said, noticing that Kurt
was looking intently at his tanned, hairy chest.  "I
get a nasty burn the first time I lay out at the
beginning of summer.  After that, I tan.  But for that
first time, I need to use the sunburn medicine."

	Kurt secretly wondered where Brad's tan lines were.
He couldn't see any white skin near the bottom of his
jogging shorts, which was somewhat strange since
recent fashion demanded that men's shorts and swim
trunks be pretty long.

	"Those thoughts are going to give you an erection,
you moron," Kurt thought to himself.

	"Umm... OK.  Let me get cleaned up and I'll be over to
get some of that sunburn stuff," Kurt stammered.

	"It's not a good idea to try and take a shower when
your skin is so raw.  You really should put some of
the goop on, wait a couple of hours, take your shower
and then put more on.  That's the way I do it and I
haven't peeled in years," Brad mentioned.

	"Ok, lead the way," Kurt said nervously.

	"Well, I usually sprint the last hundred yards or so
of my run.  So, I challenge you to a hundred yard
race," Brad said with a gleam in his eye.

	"No way, man.  I'm tired and running isn't my thing,"
Kurt said weakly.

	"So how do you keep in such great shape?" Brad asked.

	Taken aback a bit by the obvious flirtation, Kurt
stuttered and said, "Umm... I...I like to swim mostly.  I
also have a weight machine upstairs."

	"Ok.  I can see that your ego can't handle a defeat,
so I withdraw my challenge," Brad said slyly.

	"Ego, huh?  I'll show you ego," Kurt said as he took
off toward Brad's house.

	Unfortunately, Kurt's lead was short-lived as Brad
easily caught up to him and made it to the house
quicker.  Kurt did get a good look at Brad's beautiful
body in motion.  He especially enjoyed seeing Brad's
awesome ass encased in thin nylon.

	"My ego accepts this crushing blow," Kurt said, out
of breath.

	"Don't worry about it.  It was just a friendly race.
Come on inside and let's get you some relief," Brad
said as he opened the door to his house.

	Even though Brad had moved in only a short time ago,
the living room and most of the first floor were
orderly with no stray boxes lying around.  Kurt liked
the simple yet masculine furniture that Brad had
chosen.  In fact, Kurt realized that their tastes were
very similar.

	"We have to head upstairs to my bedroom.  I think the
balm is in my bathroom cabinet," Brad said, heading
toward the stairs.

	Once again, Kurt got a nice view of Brad's ass as
they climbed the stairs.  They arrived at the master
suite and Kurt noticed the large bed that dominated
the room.  A quick vision of Brad and the twink having
hot, sweaty sex flashed in Kurt's mind.  For some
reason, Kurt assumed that Brad was topping the twink
and pounding the boy's ass while in the missionary
position.  Kurt knew that he couldn't dwell on such
thoughts, so he quickly discarded the disturbing but
erotic scene in his mind.

	"Damn, you have a big bed," Kurt said in an effort to
maintain control over his mind and body.

	"Yeah, I move around a lot so I like a king-size
bed," Brad said, a bit embarrassed as he realized that
the real reason for the large bed was he liked to move
around a lot during sex.

	"Why don't you pull the bedspread off and lay down on
the sheets.  I'll get the sunburn stuff and put it on
your back," Brad said as he went into the bathroom in
search of the balm.

	"Lying face down on Brad's bed ... that could be
dangerous for my impending erection," Kurt thought as
he climbed into the bed.

	Brad quickly reentered the room and hesitated as he
realized that he liked the way Kurt looked in his bed.
 Being a bit daring, Brad said, "This stuff sometimes
stains light-colored fabrics.  I don't want to get any
on your shorts since it might leave a mark."

	A moment of tense silence hung in the room like a mob
lynching.  Realizing that he had better clarify his
comment, especially since he did not know if Kurt was
gay or not, Brad said, "I mean, stripping to your
underwear is no big deal.  We're both guys, right?"
Brad said, trying to hide his desire to see Kurt with
less clothes on but not really succeeding.

	Kurt was panic-stricken.  He regretted his decision
to not wear underwear that day, and he knew that if he
took off his shorts in front of Brad, his dick would
snap to attention.

	"Well, Houston, we have a problem.  Isn't that how
that line goes?" Kurt said with a nervous laugh.  "I'm
kind of ... ummm ... let's just say that I've decided to
hang loose today."

	Brad laughed as he realized what Kurt was talking
about.  He laughed and said, "It's cool.  I go
'commando' every now and then myself."

	"It's just that I assumed that I would be at home all
day today, and I just wanted to free-ball it," Kurt
said, getting a bit aroused.

	"That's a term I've never used for not wearing
underwear, but, really, it's OK.  In fact, let me get
you a towel.  I'll give you some privacy to cover
yourself with the towel after you take off your
shorts," Brad said reluctantly.  He really wanted to
see Kurt's ass, but he knew that Kurt was
uncomfortable.  Brad instantly regretted that he was
almost always a gentleman even if it meant that he had
to give up something.

	"Thanks, I appreciate it.  I guess I'm just a bit
modest," Kurt said as he turned to face Brad.

	Brad thought he saw a little tenting in Kurt's shorts
but he did not want to get caught staring at this
guy's package.  After all, Brad did not relish the
thought of getting slugged in the face for staring if
Kurt was hetero.

	"Here's a towel.  I'll leave you to your privacy, and
I have to pee anyway," Brad said as he shut the
bathroom door behind himself.

	"Whew, that was a close one," Kurt thought, looking
down at the slight tenting of his shorts.

	Kurt removed his shorts and placed them on the little
sofa that was in Brad's bedroom.  He laid down on the
bed on his stomach and covered his bare ass with the
towel.

        After a short amount of time, Brad returned
with a jar of white goop in his hand.

	"This will feel pretty cold at first, but, trust me,
it's worth it," Brad said.

	Brad began to apply the gel to Kurt's back and
noticed that Kurt relaxed quickly after the initial
shock of the lotion being cold.  Brad was really
getting turned on by rubbing this stud's muscular but
sunburned back.  His dick began to harden, and Brad
was glad that he had tight shorts on.

	Taking his time so as to not cause Kurt too much
pain, Brad lovingly worked the lotion into Kurt's
back.  He moved further down Kurt's body and spread
some of the concoction on Kurt's legs.  He hesitated
slightly as his hands moved past the bottom of the
towel.  Only through sheer will power did Brad manage
to not rip the towel off of Kurt so that he could
stare at what he thought would be a near-perfect ass.

        As these hot thoughts moved through his mind,
Brad realized that he was really getting a stiff
hard-on, so he quickly headed back to the bathroom.

	"I'm going to take a shower since I'm all sweaty from
my run.  You just lay there for a few minutes and let
the lotion seep into your skin," Brad said as he
rushed toward the bathroom.

	Kurt was completely relaxed and his foremost problem
had deflated also.  Kurt thought that Brad would make
an excellent masseuse.  Somehow the heat and the
activity of the day caught up with him, and Kurt
slowly drifted off to sleep.

	Brad turned the shower on and made sure that the
water was a lot colder than normal.  He removed his
tight shorts and his dick sprang outward.  Kurt looked
at himself in the full-length bathroom mirror and
briefly admired his tanned body.  He began to tweak
his nipples and rub his cock as thoughts of ravishing
Kurt ran through his mind.

	"You had better take care of this situation in the
shower," Brad thought.

	He pulled the shower doors open and stepped quickly
into the cold spray of water.  Even though the water
temperature was a shock to Brad's body, his cock
didn't even come close to shrinking.  Brad reached for
the soap and started to lather up his cock and balls.
He knew that this masturbation session would be quick
because he was on fire with lust for Kurt.

	Brad imagined that he was rimming Kurt's ass, getting
it wet and sloppy for a good pounding.  In his
fantasy, Brad tongued Kurt's asshole while stroking
Kurt's dick slowly and sensually.  He then imagined
that he put Kurt in the doggy-style position in the
shower, after which Brad started to pump Kurt's ass .

	As these erotic images roamed through Brad's mind, he
was stroking himself feverishly.  Soon, he shot a
rather sizable load all over the shower doors.
Somehow, Brad kept himself from moaning out loud, a
difficult task for someone who loved to be loud during
sex.

	After orgasm, Brad almost collapsed on the floor of
the shower.  He was amazed at the amount of cum that
had shot out from his balls, especially since he had
had sex twice with the twink, whatever his name was,
in the last twenty-four hours.  A familiar twinge of
guilt pulsed through Brad's body.  He really did not
like his recent escapades because he felt that sex was
always better when he cared about the guy.  Brad
realized that these recent one-night stands were
completely unfulfilling and even depressing.  Although
he got his rocks off each time, he always felt
emotionally empty inside after the deed was done.

	Clearing his head of guilt and remorse, Brad cleaned
himself up, and the shower doors as well.  Quickly
drying himself, Brad wrapped the wet towel around his
waist and was glad that, at least for a short while,
there was no danger of getting an erection in front of
Kurt.

	Brad opened the bathroom door and heard heavy, even
breathing coming from his bed.  Kurt had fallen
asleep, and Brad had an overwhelming urge to remove
Kurt's towel so that he could take a good look at
Kurt's body.

	"Oh, man.  The temptation is overwhelming!" Brad
thought.  "What should I do?  Take advantage of his
unconscious state... just for a peek... or be a noble and
honorable friend?"

	Time seemed to stand still as Brad considered his
options.


* * * * *

End of Part IV.  I know, it's probably killing you to
know what happens next.  Sorry, but suspense is a part
of every good story.  More importantly, I haven't yet
decided what will happen!  Comments are appreciated.
E-mail me at ankh_one@yahoo.com