Kurt was sitting on the coach, reading his favorite novel. But not really reading it. He was thinking about Blaine. About his tight ass and amazing dance moves and the way his hips moved when they sang together. Who am I fooling? No one is here and this book is upside down he thought. I should call Blaine. We need to talk. Maybe he's sorry, or he wants to make it right but he just can't or maybe, just maybe, he wants to be with Kurt. And never make that mistake again?
While he drifted to think about Blaine and forgiving him, the phone rang. Kurt missed the first call, but at a moment of clarity he picked up the phone. Unfortunately, he had no way of knowing who called him, because he had an old wall-plugged phone. As he answered heavy breathing appeared from the other side. Not this guy again thought Kurt. This guy has been calling him for the past couple of days and breathing heavily while Kurt tries to get information about him. But the caller never spoke. Not a word. He'd just breathe until Kurt hung up. But this time he won't let him get away with it. He has a plan.
-"Well H-E-L-L-O sexy" said Kurt, increasing the callers breathing rate. He used his sexy voice only on special occasions, like to get a discount from the cute gay seller at Mark Jacob's or just to toy with some of his former suitors. He knew he can't take long thinking, so he continued.
-"You know, I've never done this before. You know… phone sex. But it isn't that bad, actually. I mean, it wouldn't be bad to know your name or to hear your voice. I bet you sound sexy…" Kurt started to enjoy himself. This could get dangerous, he remembered. Meanwhile, the caller's breathing accelerated.
-"You are welcome to do whatever you want right now. I won't judge. I promise. If you want to pull out old Jr. you are very welcome to do so." He heard a zipper and for a second he flinched. But he remembered the goal. He is so close, he can feel it.
-"You know what my ex-boyfriend and I used to do?" he got no replay. It is not gonna be that easy, the thought crossed his mind. But I must go on, no matter the risk. High risk high reward, he reminded himself.
-"We used to do so awful things. Like bondage or saddling and crazy thing like that… you know, to spice it up." The caller moaned and Kurt felt his back arching. Cold sweat flew from his forehead like a river. I need to step it up a notch.
-"So, cowboy, are you ready for this? I want to tell you about this one time, before my ex-boyfriend was even close, I had a little thing going on with this older guy. Not much older, just a year or two. And he knew everything about sex. So we did some experiments. I knew nothing about sex. He actually took my big V. During one hell of a night he did. He broke his own record of five in a night. We went at it for seven times. God, he was G-O-O-D. Maybe even A-M-A-Z-I-N-G." The breathing took a different level of speed. Is that rubbing I hear? Kurt wondered, slightly scared.
-"I screamed like never before at that night. We did everything. He taught me all of the tricks." He stopped to breath for a second and he heard a voice that he knew.
-"FUCK! Don't stop!" The voice screamed. Kurt knew it too well. He hung up and ran out. Only two minutes if I drive over speed limit. He parked quickly at the driveway. He had no time to get ready. He knocked on the door. A lovely mother opened the door and let him in.
-"He is in his room, calling some friends." Kurt rushed up the stairs and opened the bedroom door. There, in a pool of sweat and his "dismount" stood…
To be continued