Date: Thu, 30 Aug 2001 16:59:49 -0700 (PDT)
From: Avatar One <ankh_one@yahoo.com>
Subject: Title:  "What If?  Part V"

What If?  Part V
An Original Series by Ankh_one


	Brad looked down at Kurt and made sure that Kurt was
asleep.  Kurt's slow, rhythmic breathing indicated
that he was dead to the world, but Brad wanted to be
certain before proceeding.  Slowly, Brad grasped the
top of the towel that Kurt had draped over himself.
Brad was almost shaking because he did not want to get
caught trying to catch a glimpse of his new friend's
nakedness.  Brad really didn't know if Kurt was gay,
and since Kurt had been so shy about getting undressed
in front of another guy, Brad wasn't sure of Kurt's
sexual preference.

	Brad pulled the towel back just a bit and could see
the pale white skin of Kurt's lower back.  Sensing
that Kurt was still asleep, Brad became bolder and
whisked the towel off of Kurt's body like a matador
teasing a bull with his red cape.  Brad half-expected
a cheer to rise up from the imaginary crowd in the
bull ring as he looked down on the fruits of his
efforts.

	Brad almost began to drool over Kurt's ass.  It was
almost perfectly round without a blemish in sight.  A
light coating of hair ran from Kurt's lower back into
the shadows of the crack of his ass.  Brad also
noticed that Kurt had pretty muscular legs, an aspect
he had missed since Kurt was either wearing pants or
long shorts each time that Brad had seen him.

	As Brad was lost in his lustful admiration, Kurt
stirred and moved on the bed.  Brad almost had a heart
attack thinking that Kurt was waking up.  But Kurt was
merely changing positions and was still lost in the
depths of sleep.  After willing his heart to stop
beating so fast, Brad noticed that Kurt's new position
had exposed his puckered anus.  Brad almost lost his
breath because Kurt's hole looked so inviting.

	"Oh, the things I would like to do to your ass," Brad
thought to himself as he noticed that his cock was
slowly regaining its erect state under the towel.

	One of Brad's favorite things to do during foreplay
was to rim his partner.  It didn't matter if Brad
would assume the role of the top or the bottom --
rimming the other guy was always a priority.  But
Brad's lustful thoughts were interrupted by his
conscience.

	"You can't do this.  You don't even know if he's gay.
 What if he wakes up?" Brad's conscience warned him.

	But the "bad boy" side of Brad also had something to
say: "True, but what if he likes to be rimmed?  Kurt
might beg you to stretch his puckered hole with your
willing cock."

	Brad decided that he didn't want to think anymore; he
just wanted to go with his instincts.  So, he leaned
over the bed and put his face close to Kurt's ass.
Sticking out his tongue, he gently licked the skin
around Kurt's anus.  Kurt stirred a bit again, but
Brad did not notice.  Brad was overcome with desire
and wanted to see how far his tongue would go up
Kurt's beautiful ass.

	Turning his tongue into a tiny spear, Brad thrust it
up Kurt's ass.  Kurt moaned and fought to rise to the
surface of consciousness.  Kurt opened his eyes and
remembered where he was: Brad's bedroom.  Just as he
was about to say something, Brad shoved his tongue
back into Kurt causing Kurt to moan loudly again.

	After the initial shock of the situation had worn
off, Kurt quickly rolled away from Brad and yelled,
"What the fuck do you think you're doing?!"

	Brad was mortified.  He felt that his worst nightmare
had come true: he was caught doing sexual things to a
straight guy.  Brad's face turned bright red from
embarrassment.  He mumbled, "I'm really sorry."

	"Sorry, huh?  What?  Did you think I was a trick like
that little twink I saw coming out of your house this
morning while you stood naked in the doorway?" Kurt
shouted.

	Brad felt like he had been punched in the stomach as
all of the air seemed to have escaped from his lungs
in an instant.  He could barely breathe, let alone
respond to Kurt's accusations.  But then, Brad
digested what Kurt had said.

	"So, you really are gay?  How else would you know
what 'twink' means?" Brad said as a smile spread
across his face.

	"I may be gay, but that doesn't mean that you can
have your way with me without asking my permission.
And besides, some of us have matured to the point
where meaningless sex is no longer desirable.  Your
encounter with the twink last night suggests that
you're still chasing anonymous sex," Kurt said with
anger in his voice.

	"Oh, Kurt, I am so sorry.  It was wrong for me to
take advantage of your vulnerability.  But, at least I
know that you're gay and it was worth me taking the
chance to find out."

	Kurt hesitated and tried to figure out what was going
through the mind of the person standing in front of
him.

	"Yeah, and you now know what my ass looks like, too,"
Kurt said with sarcastic tone.

	Brad didn't know if that last comment was serious or
not, but, in spite of his better judgment, Brad
laughed.

	Kurt laughed too.  It seemed as if a very tense
situation had just turned around.  Both men felt
better and casually smiled at each other.

	Kurt got up from the bed and, while standing with his
back to Brad, he wrapped the towel around himself.
"Sorry, Brad, but I'm not looking to be another notch
in your belt.  I'll just put my clothes back on and be
on my way.  Thanks for the sunburn ointment."

	Negative emotions seemed to hit Brad like a ton of
bricks.  Here was a nice guy standing in front of him
who was gay, and he thought the worst: that Brad was
only into casual sex.  Brad also remembered with great
remorse the incident that had forced him to move to
this city from a place that he truly loved.  Brad
plopped down into a nearby chair and looked like the
weight of the world had pinned him down.  Kurt noticed
and his first thought was to ignore Brad, thinking
that this was some kind of ploy to get Kurt into
Brad's bed.

	"hat's up with you, man?  You looked like your best
friend just died," Kurt said as he put his shorts back
on.

	"In a manner of speaking, he just did," Brad said as
he stared at the wall.  "It's not like we know much
about each other, but since you're the only person I
know in this town right now, that makes you my best
friend.  And, I just fucked over my best friend."

	"If this is a ploy, he deserves an Oscar," Kurt
thought as he noticed what appeared to be sincerity
emanating from Brad.

	As he was about to make a sarcastic comment, Kurt
noticed tears welling up in Brad's eyes.  Kurt
immediately melted.  He went over to where Brad was
sitting and placed a reassuring arm around Brad's
shoulders.

	"Hey, I forgive you for making a pass at me.  We just
want completely different things.  I want a partner
and I think you just want a hot time until the next
boy comes along," Kurt said in a matter-of-fact
manner.

	"But that's just it!  I can understand how you came
to your conclusions about me.  After all, you have
seen me at my worst.  Tricking with a guy who is
almost young enough to be my son and then I stripped
the towel away from you.  But that's not the real me,"
Brad said with conviction.  "I don't expect you to
believe me, but I don't want casual encounters anymore
than you do.  In fact, as I was packing up my things
to move here, I fantasized that I was moving to my
lover's house and that we were going to spend the rest
of our lives together.  Of course, I didn't have a
lover, and the reason I was moving was..." Brad trailed
off.

	"The reason for moving here was what?" Kurt asked.

	As soon as Kurt asked, Brad's face contorted in pain.
 "I can't tell you the reason.  You'll only think
worse of me than you already do," Brad said as he
stared down at the floor.  The anguish of the past few
months suddenly came to the surface and blindsided
Brad.  Brad was never the kind of man who cried a lot,
and he certainly never cried in front of anyone.  But
he could not help himself as he quietly began to weep.

	Kurt sat on the edge of the chair and Brad put his
head in Kurt's lap as he cried.  And Brad cried like
never before.  Kurt was unsure of how to handle the
situation but he sensed that Brad needed to let go of
whatever was bothering him.  Kurt also realized that
Brad did not need to talk about the situation right
now, so Kurt merely stroked Brad's hair and forehead.

	When Brad stopped crying, he realized how tired he
was and how awkward the situation with Kurt had
become.  He tried to quickly rise out of the chair but
didn't realize until it was too late that he was in no
shape for sudden movements.  He fell back against Kurt
and Kurt gently walked him over to the bed.  Kurt
turned down the sheets and Brad got into bed without
saying a word.  After pulling the sheet up to his
abdomen, Brad removed the wet towel that he was
wearing and dropped it on the floor.

	As Brad began to close his eyes, Kurt thought that
this was his cue to leave.  As Kurt headed toward the
door, Brad said, "I know I have no right to ask you
this, but would you stay here tonight?  I give you my
word that I will not put the moves on you.  I just
don't want to sleep alone tonight," Brad said in a
pitiful voice.

	Kurt was unsure of what to do.  Brad obviously had
some issues that had to be dealt with, but Kurt didn't
know if it was appropriate to stay the night.  Brad
caught his eye and Kurt realized that Brad really
needed a companion that night.

	Sighing, Kurt said, "Ok.  Just this once."

	Kurt slipped his shorts off and got into the other
side of Brad's bed.  Brad moved toward Kurt and placed
his head on Kurt's hairy chest.  Brad felt safe and
warm, feelings that had eluded him for a long time.
He quickly drifted off into a deep sleep.

	But as Brad slept, Kurt wondered what he should do in
this situation.  Should he have declined Brad's offer
to stay the night?  Was he going to fall in love with
someone who was not right for him... again?

	While these thoughts rolled around in Kurt's mind,
Brad moved his head slightly, causing Kurt to look
down upon the man who was sleeping on his chest.  Kurt
saw that Brad's face had taken on a peaceful glow and
he looked even better than Kurt had ever seen.  Maybe
this was the start of something real, Kurt thought as
he relaxed and fell asleep.

* * * * *

End of Part V.   Sorry, guys, no sex in this chapter.
But I promise that things will heat up shortly.  My
goal is to present a fantasy that some of us have:
meeting a guy who wants to spend the rest of his life
with me and not just have some hot sweaty sex before
he leaves my life forever.  It may sound corny and
overly naive, but that's what fiction is for.
Comments about the series are appreciated.  E-mail me
at ankh_one@yahoo.com.