Date: Sun, 7 Oct 2001 16:03:33 -0700 (PDT)
From: Avatar One <ankh_one@yahoo.com>
Subject: Title: "What If?  Part VII"

What If?  Part VII
An Original Series by Ankh_one

	Kurt decided to take a "mental health day" from work
the next day.  This was the kind of day where he would
pretend that he was sick and just spend the day
relaxing.  He had been working hard lately, especially
with his latest management consulting project.  So, he
concluded that he deserved a day off.  The only bad
part about "mental health days" was that he had to
keep close to home for the most part in case anyone
from work called.  But that suited Kurt fine because
he had a lot of preparation to do for his first dinner
with Brad.

	Kurt's attire for the day was simply a pair of gray
boxer-briefs.  Although he wasn't much of a "label
queen," all of his underwear was made by Calvin Klein.
 He liked that line from a TV commercial several years
ago with Brooke Shields: "Nothing comes between me and
my Calvins."  Although she was talking about jeans at
the time, Kurt adopted it for his underwear.

	The day passed rather quickly, and it was nearing
7:00.  Kurt had made his specialty: baked chicken
parmesan which included his homemade tomato sauce.
Just as he was about to go upstairs to get dressed,
his front doorbell rang.

	"Shit!  He's early," Kurt thought, realizing that he
only had on his Calvin boxer-briefs.  "Oh, well, he
has seen me in less," Kurt said aloud, remembering the
night before in the hot tub where they both started
out wearing only Speedos.

	Kurt opened the door and Brad was standing there
looking hotter than ever.  He had on a black silk
button-down shirt and a pair of gray casual pants.
His shirt was unbuttoned about half-way down his chest
and Kurt could easily see his tanned, hairy pecs.

	"I didn't realize clothes were optional at tonight's
meal," Brad said as he entered Kurt's house.

	"Sorry.  You're early, and I haven't had a chance to
get dressed yet."

	"Don't get dressed on my account.  In fact, I can
strip down to my boxer-briefs, too, if you want.
Except I have white ones on today, not like the gray
ones you have on."

	"While the offer is tempting, I think I'll run
upstairs and put some clothes on.  There's a corkscrew
and glasses on the dining room table for the wine.
Would you mind doing the honors?" Kurt asked as he ran
upstairs.

	"Not at all.  Your wish is my command," Brad replied.

	After a few minutes, Kurt returned and was fully
clothed now.  "I hope you like Italian," Kurt said.
"I made chicken parmesan."

	"It smells delicious, and it's one of my favorite
dishes," Brad said.  Then he added, "Next to you of
course."

	"Well, I'm not the main course tonight," Kurt replied
with a smile on his face.  "I'm the dessert, if you're
a good boy."

	They both laughed.  Dinner went well and both were
soon stuffed.

	"How about an after-dinner mint?" Kurt asked.

	"Ah, I see you don't want me to have bad breath when
I kiss you," Brad said with a gleam in his eyes.

	"Why, sir, I believe you have mistaken me for someone
who wants your kisses," Kurt said with mock disdain.

	"Fine.  I'll stay over here on my side of the couch
until you ask me to leave.  Then, I'll cry myself to
sleep because I have been rejected."

	"Yeah, but you won't fall asleep until you spank your
monkey first," Kurt said, and they both laughed.

	Brad looked at Kurt and liked the way that Kurt lit
up when he laughed.  Like a magnet to steel, Brad was
drawn to Kurt.  He moved over on the couch and leaned
his head in for a kiss.  Kurt and Brad kissed
passionately and spent several minutes exploring each
other's mouths.  At one point, Brad opened his eyes
and noticed that Kurt was staring right at him.

	Pulling back from the kiss, Brad said, "Sorry.  It
just freaked me out a little bit when I noticed that
you didn't have your eyes closed while we were making
out."

	"I like to open my eyes sometimes, especially when
the guy that I'm kissing is looking back at me.  It
really turns me on," Kurt replied.

	"Well, let me try that one on for size, as they say,"
Brad said and leaned his head toward Kurt.

	This time, both Brad and Kurt left their eyes open
and each could see strong passion reflected back in
the other's eyes.  Things were really getting intense
and both guys felt restrained by their clothes.
Without saying a word, Kurt got up from the couch,
took Brad's hand and led him up to the bedroom.

	"Why don't you flip the CD player on while I light
the candles," Kurt said as he reached for the matches.
 Kurt had filled his bedroom with candles in case
things heated up between him and Brad.  Kurt was glad
that he was prepared even though the move was a bit
presumptuous.

	Brad quickly figured out how to turn on the CD player
and hit play.  At first, he didn't think that the
player was on, but then he heard a faint drum beating.
 After a minute, he recognized the piece.  It was
Ravel's "Bolero," and Brad couldn't help but chuckle.

	"What are you laughing at, stud?" Kurt asked.

	"It's just that this song is so cliché.  Ever since
the movie '10' with Bo Derek and Dudley Moore, I just
can't help but laugh when I hear this piece."

	"I know, I know.  It seems cheesy but it really is my
favorite classical piece.  The fact that it has a bad
reputation because of some stupid movie back in the
70's doesn't change my mind.  Besides, I love how it
builds slowly to a climax," Kurt said.

	"That's not the only thing that will build to a
climax tonight, I hope," Brad replied with a sarcastic
grin on his face.

	With that comments, Kurt forcefully pushed Brad onto
the bed, much to Brad's surprise.  Kurt quickly laid
on top of him and they kissed hungrily as if they
hadn't eaten for days.

	Not wanting to be a passive participant, Brad started
to unbutton Kurt's shirt.  He caressed Kurt's hairy
chest as he practically ripped the shirt off of Kurt's
body.  In response, Kurt started to grind his
hardening cock into Brad's crotch, and broke the kiss
long enough to rip open Brad's shirt.  A couple of
buttons went flying across the room but neither one
noticed since they were lost in the heat of passion.

	Kurt viciously attacked Brad's nipples, much to
Brad's delight.  Brad began to softly moan and stroke
the back of Kurt's head.

	"I'm sorry about this but I really want to fuck you.
I know I said that making love is so much better, but
right now, my hormones are on overdrive and I just
want to shove my cock up your ass until it comes out
your mouth," Kurt breathlessly said.

	"Just be gentle at first, baby.  I almost never
bottom and it's been a long time since anyone's dick
has invaded my territory," Brad replied.

	Kurt stopped everything that he was doing and looked
deeply into Brad's eyes.  "I will never hurt you and
if you don't want to bottom for me, just say the word.
 I'll stop right now, raging hormones or not."

	"Did I ask you to stop or tell you that I didn't want
you to fuck me?" Brad asked.

	"No, but since we've stopped for a minute, I want to
discuss something before we go any further.  I do not
want this to be a one-night-stand.  I'd rather jack
off and sleep alone tonight than to have sex with
someone who's only looking for a quickie," said Kurt
without looking directly at Brad.

	"Look at me, Kurt.  I haven't exactly been a saint
lately, but I'm tired of passionless encounters with
guys that I don't even know.  Trust me, I want us to
take our time and see how far this relationship can
go."

	Kurt saw the sincerity on Brad's face and he rested
his head on Brad's chest.  "If you're lying to me,
you're the best damned liar I have ever seen.  And by
the way, I will hunt you down and kill you if you are
lying," Kurt said.

	"I'm not lying.  For the first time in my life, I
want to see what it's like to truly want to have sex
with someone that I care about.  And, you can forget
about that fucking stuff.  We're going to take this
slowly and make love, not fuck.  Got it?" Brad said.

	"Understood, sir," Kurt replied as he saluted.

	They both laughed and then just stared at each other
for a moment.  It was as if each of them wanted to
capture this moment in time and commit it to memory.

	Snapping out of the reverie, Kurt began to undo
Brad's belt.  He rubbed Brad's crotch and noticed that
Brad's cock had not gotten soft even though the
conversation had turned deadly serious for the moment.
 In fact, Kurt was sure that Brad was in a bit of pain
with his cock confined by his clothes.

	After unloosening the belt and button on Brad's
pants, Kurt took the zipper in his mouth and yanked it
down.  Brad just smiled at Kurt's playfulness.  Kurt
immediately noticed that Brad's cock was almost poking
out of the waistband of his white boxer-briefs and
there was a big wet spot near the head.

	Kurt's need to be inside of Brad was intense so he
hurried through the undressing part and managed to get
himself naked in less than 30 seconds.  He looked up
at Brad and saw lust in his eyes.  Kurt pulled Brad's
legs apart slightly and lifted them up over his head.
With his target in site, Kurt stuck out his tongue and
made his way like a guided missile to Brad's hole.

	Rather than lightly brush Brad's most sensitive area,
Kurt rammed his tongue into the puckered hole.
Although surprised at first, Brad was quickly moaning.
 He really liked it when someone got a bit rough with
him, and Kurt was expertly working Brad's hole.
Pretty soon, Brad knew that he would be begging Kurt
to fuck him, which surprised Brad since he usually was
the aggressive top.  But the feelings of lust were
just too intense, and the pleasure that swept over him
from Kurt's tongue job was almost too much to take.

	"You'd better enter me now, stud, or you're going to
have cum in your hair.  You're really turning me on
and I think I'll shoot my first load soon if you keep
up that fantastic tongue lashing," Brad said between
moans and sighs of satisfaction.

	Kurt didn't seem to pay attention.  In fact, he
increased the thrusting of his tongue in and out of
Brad's hole.  He wanted Brad to shoot his first load
quickly so that he would enjoy the ass fuck that he
was about to get even more.

	"Oh, I'm going to shoot," Brad screamed as cum shot
out of his dick and hit him in the face.

	Kurt quickly moved his head up so he could catch some
of Brad's load on his tongue.  Even though Kurt knew
that this was somewhat of a dangerous practice, he
loved to taste a guy's cum.  He rarely swallowed it,
instead preferring to savor the flavor and then spit
it out.

	Two final volleys shot out of Brad's dick and went
right into Kurt's mouth.  Kurt thought that Brad's cum
tasted a little sweet, and since he has an insatiable
sweet tooth, Kurt smiled at the thought of getting
this sweetness often.

	Brad came back to earth and noticed that Kurt had
taken some of his load in his mouth.  "So, how does it
taste, stud?" Brad asked as he smiled.

	"Very nice... musky with a hint of sweetness, just like
its maker," Kurt replied.  Finding a towel on the
floor, he spit out Brad's cum.

	"Shit!  If I had known you were going to spit it out,
I would've had you kiss me so that I could swallow
it," Brad said.

	"That's interesting.  You like to eat your own cum?"
Kurt questioned.

	"Sometimes.  It's kind of hot to take your load from
your lover's tongue and swallow your own seed," Brad
said.

	"Well, we'll have to save that for next time.
Meanwhile, I have an ass to fuck," Kurt said
matter-of-factly.

	Almost at the speed of light, Kurt lubed up Brad's
hole, slipped on a condom, and put Brad's legs up on
his shoulders.

	"Be gentle, big guy," Brad said as he prepared for
Kurt's invasion.

	Kurt lined up his cock at Brad's hole and began to
gently push in.  Brad resisted and winced in pain.
Kurt immediately began to push more gently and leaned
in to kiss Brad.  The two couldn't get enough of each
other's tongues and, as Brad was lost in the moment,
Kurt managed to slip his dick all the way in without
Brad even realizing it.

	Breaking the kiss, Brad looked up at Kurt and
exclaimed, "You're all the way in already?  I can't
believe it!  I barely felt it.  What's your secret?"

	"Distraction through lustful kissing.  It works every
time," Kurt said with a satisfied yet slightly evil
grin on his face.

	Kurt left his cock all the way in Brad so that Brad
could get used to its girth.  Slowly, he began to
rotate his hips without changing the depth of his
penetration.  If Brad's moans were any indication,
Kurt had him right where he wanted him.

	After rolling around inside of Brad's ass, Kurt began
to slowly pull his cock almost all the way out.  He
then gently but firmly pushed it all the way back in.
Brad loved it.

	"A few more long strokes like that and I'll be your
sex slave forever," Brad said through half-closed
eyes.

	"Your wish is my command," Kurt said, and true to his
word, he slowly pushed in and pulled almost all the
way out several times.

	Kurt began to sweat from his efforts and that turned
him on even more.  He didn't know how long he could
hold out before shooting his load, but he knew that he
wanted to pound Brad's ass before that happened.  Kurt
wanted Brad to remember this fuck for a long time.

	"Faster and harder," Brad mumbled between moans.

	Kurt complied and soon the two were humping like
crazed animals in heat.  Neither of them knew where
each of their bodies ended and the other's began.
They just knew that this was a fantastic fuck.

	But, as they say, all good things must come to an end
(pun intended), and Kurt was rapidly approaching
orgasm.  Brad looked into Kurt's eyes and could see
satisfaction, lust, and something else.  Brad couldn't
quite figure out what it was since he had never seen
that look before.

	Brad was quickly ripped from his thoughts as his body
screamed that another orgasm was imminent.  "Oh, Kurt,
I'm going to shoot again soon.  Cum with me," Brad
hissed.

	Kurt took the hint and began to pump Brad's ass even
harder.  He was surprised that it was even possible to
fuck this stud with more intensity than he already
was.  But his efforts were paying off.  Kurt could
feel that his toes were tingling: a sure sign of an
explosive orgasm on the horizon.

	After only a few more thrusts, Brad screamed out, "Oh
my God!  I'm going to explode!"

	And explode he did.  Without ever having touched his
own cock, Brad shot his second load of the night all
over Kurt's hairy chest.  As he reached orgasm, Brad
involuntarily clamped his sphincter muscle down,
sending Kurt over the edge.

	For a split second, Kurt felt like he had died and
gone to heaven.  He reached new heights of pleasure as
he shot a huge load into the condom.  Plunging in one
last time, Kurt finally stopped spurting cum, and he
collapsed on top of Brad.

	After they caught their breaths, Kurt raised his head
off of Brad's shoulder and looked into his eyes.  He
saw contentment and complete bliss.  Without saying a
word, they kissed passionately and fell asleep with
Kurt still on top of Brad.

* * * * *

End of Part VII.  Sorry for the delay in getting this
chapter out.  Comments are appreciated as are story
ideas.