Chapter 154 - Straight and Bound Part 4

CHAPTER 1 - NOAH' S OBSESSION

Noah, as he always did at the end of his workday for the past several months, made his quick friendly pro forma goodbyes to co-workers without stopping, as if he were late to an appointment. Well liked by his co-workers, none of them were bothered by his abrupt manner at the end of the work day. For the past year he was always in a hurry to leave. He never said why and brushed off friendly inquiries from his co-workers who just shrugged off his behavior as a personal quirk. Several women in the office who were attracted to Noah wondered if he was seeing someone, always assuming it was a female and never suspecting that he was gay.

Noah never paid any attention to those friendly speculations of his private life. It never bothered him either way which had more to do with his single minded obsession. Like clock work the 30 year old accountant would rush out to his car, stopping by the same nearby restaurant for a take-out dinner order that he always called in ahead. Picking the order up he would race his SUV, as he did every day from work, to his second floor apartment just a few miles away with growing excitement as if the Super Bowl was on or he had a hot date waiting. Neither was happening.

Instead, after a quick change into a t-shirt and basketball shorts, Noah went into his study and got on his computer, opening the box of his take-out dinner and sipping on a beer, as he did every night work.

The face staring back at Noah from the computer blank screen warming up before it showed the login screen, showed a reflection of an average looking face with a full head of dark brown hair that he knew some said was cute. But nothing extraordinary about his looks. His build was not fat but not muscled either - naturally toned but average. Even his d.i.c.k and balls were average in size (6-1/2 inches hard and cut like most other American males, with walnut sized t.e.s.t.i.c.l.e.s held together by a tight scrotum bag). The rest of him was average - average in height at 5 feet 10 inches, average in shoe size (9-1/2) and average in weight for his height and frame at 165 lbs.

He was to his co-workers, family and anyone else in the outside world a young man who appeared to be happy, successful and entirely normal - your average young 30 year old guy.

Noah believed that he was all those things - but he did keep some dark secrets from everyone else he knew or came in contact with.

It was what some might consider a unusual s.e.x.u.a.l fantasy, not your garden variety day dreaming of f.u.c.k.i.n.g a beautiful movie star or having s.e.x on a football field. His fantasies could include those things too - if the beautiful movie star was a young handsome straight young male, a Liam Hemsworth or Chris Evans or Andrew Garfield perhaps, who was tied down, stripped n.a.k.e.d and forced to c.u.m against his will. Or if a handsome straight young jock was similarly tied spread-eagle n.a.k.e.d on a football field while being manhandled by thousands of spectators who would force him to shoot his load over and over.

Others might view those fantasies as dark and maybe extreme. But that didn't bother Noah the least. He knew everyone had their own dark s.e.x.u.a.l fantasy that if told to others might look weird or depraved. So he wasn't bothered by his own. He rationalized he wasn't actually ashamed of his own secret - he was just selfish about it. He didn't want to share it, as if it was some treasure or prize meant only for him. At least that is what he rationalized to himself.

A few times in his distant and recent past he did some things where his dark fantasies would intrude on some other people's lives that when caught, did cause him embarrassment. But he always thought those unfortunate incidents were worth that embarrassment never once feeling any remorse for possibly hurting the feelings or privacy of the persons he intruded on.

Noah's dark secret fantasy was tied to the biggest obsession of his life - a very handsome 22 year old straight guy who lived for the past year in the apartment below him. His name was Curt.

It was Noah's fixation of that straight boy that caused him to leave work in a rush - sometimes even to call in sick. He would eavesdrop all night on what Curt was doing in his apartment below, especially his s.e.x.u.a.l conquests in his bedroom, which was right below Noah's. Noah also installed small hidden high resolution video cameras outside his balcony pointed down the walkway and the pool below on the other side of the walkway in front of his building to spy on him at the apartment complex pool or when he lounged or caught some rays on his patio deck below Noah's. Noah would leave work quickly in order to catch those live streamed videos that were automatically saved to his hard drive that may have captured Curt shirtless at the pool where he often hung out.

At 6 foot 3 inches and 185 pounds and age 22 years, size 12 shoe size, Curt - in Noah's eyes, but in many others too - was the perfect specimen of a young athletic male.

He was a college athlete, movie star handsome, but yet retained a boyish look about his face. His hair was brownish blonde, cut short, and eyes that were green with long lashes that melted the hearts of girls and even older and married women in Noah's apartment complex. He was the cute boy who they wanted to bake cookies for AND at the same time wanted him as their own ultimate dream f.u.c.k.

His smooth body was accented by tufts of manly brownish hairs in both armpits, a s.e.xy treasure trail that sneaked down to a full - but not overly hairy pubes framed by a dusting of wiry curly brown hairs covering the inside and outside of his t.h.i.g.hs and legs up to his tight b.u.t.t crack.

He loved Curt's belly button that to Noah looked like it was sculpted out by an artist with an eye for classic male beauty. Below that halo of treasure trail of wiry curly hairs - as Noah later discovered - was a 7 inch long un-cut c.o.c.k that grew he estimated to over 9 solid inches of solid fat f.u.c.k meat ready to pump its load into a waiting hungry p.u.s.s.y. His immense prick rested over two duck egg sized balls in a loose scrotum.

Noah remembered when he first saw him a year earlier when he first moved in.

Noah couldn't believe the sight he was seeing - an incredibly handsome young man, wearing sunglasses, shirtless and tanned, wearing faded old ripped jeans with an inch or two of this u.n.d.e.r.w.e.a.r waist band showing, his muscles bulging carrying several boxes into the vacant apartment below.

Empty for the past several months, someone was obviously moving in, and Noah, awe struck by the youth's beauty, stared at him as he walked below and inside. Noah prayed that the boy was not just a helper or hired hand but was actually the person who was going to live there. And hopefully alone. Moments later the young man walked out of the apartment headed to the parking lot just a few yards away. Noah watched the boy, seeing his tanned v-shaped muscled back and and how his tight slim cut jeans seemed to be sculpted around his muscled bubble b.u.t.t that flexed as he walked with a certain air of c.o.c.ky arrogance and indifference. Noah almost drooled seeing the boy's s.e.xy waistband of what looked to be boxer type b.r.i.e.f.s. Oh how s.e.xy that was to Noah.

Noah noticed that the boy had ear phones and followed the white thin cord to a smart phone in the pocket of his jeans. He was obviously walking in rhythm to whatever music he was listening to in a way that was s.e.xy and highlighted every muscle on his shirtless tanned body. His walk though, Noah decided as he watched the boy walk down the pathway was more of an intimidating "I-don't-give-a-f.u.c.k" swagger of a entitled handsome straight jock boy. Noah sighed with the fantasy in his mind of how he would love to see this boy abducted, stripped n.a.k.e.d, hogtied and slowly forced to c.u.m against his will.

Noah took several pictures discreetly from his balcony of the boy as he walked away. Noah's mouth watered when the boy returned carrying in each hand two large completely filled athletic bags walking slowly that showed off his tanned muscled pecs, large succulent quarter sized n.i.p.p.l.es and 8 pack abs centered by the s.e.xiest bellybutton Noah had ever seen. How he wanted to tongue that hole. He noticed the boy's treasure trail of curly dark hairs that s.e.xily disappeared into the waistband of Curt's u.n.d.e.r.w.e.a.r jeans that bulged out suggestively teasing Noah's fantasies of what must be a huge piece of straight boy f.u.c.k meat tightly curled up in there . My God, this boy was perfect Noah thought and prayed that he was the one moving in - and that he wasn't just helping someone else.

Noah, seeing the boy coming back toward the apartment carrying two boxes of books, rushed downstairs as if he was going about his regular business. As if by pure accident, Noah bumped into the boy, who was just leaving the apartment again to head back his car. Noah, trying desperately to hide his excitement, tried to calm himself with a casual greeting of "hi" and asked if he was moving in. Noah's face though could not completely hide his extreme growing l.u.s.t for the boy.

The boy, still wearing dark glasses, unplugged the ear phones from both ears, hanging it from his neck, and asked "what?"

"Are you moving in?" Noah repeated almost growing faint and feeling tongue-tied from seeing the boy close-up, stripped to the waist.

Noah could smell the boy's masculine clean sweat and see beads of perspiration trickle down his forehead, neck, c.h.e.s.t and hairy brown armpits. To Noah, just a few feet away, the boy was even more s.e.xy and beautiful. He tried to not stare but he couldn't help but look at the boy's c.h.e.s.t and look down at the large bulge in the crotch of his jeans. He noticed the little tufts of wiry brownish hairs coming from his sweaty armpits and wanted desperately to tongue and lick that area. Noah forced himself to stop looking at the boy's c.h.e.s.t and direct his attention to Curt's face and hoped he didn't notice how much Noah l.u.s.ted for his body.

"Yeah. Sorry...earphones," the youth said in a way that sounded hurried and somewhat annoyed at being interrupted.

He didn't offer his hand or introduce himself though he tried to appear cordial. He lifted his left arm to scratch the back of his head, exposing completely his armpit haloed by tufts of his wiry curly brown hairs glistening with sweat. Noah's mouth gaped open in l.u.s.t seeing that casual display of the raw s.e.xiness of Curt's body. God how s.e.xy this boy was Noah thought as he stared at Curt's bulging biceps.

"Oh, great! My name is Noah. I live upstairs...been here for the past 5 years. Anyway welcome! Can I give you a hand?" Noah said trying to control his almost school-girl crush giddiness, holding out his hand.

He couldn't wait to feel the touch the boy's hand and feel his grip, though tried not to act excited or to stare at his c.h.e.s.t crotch. Seeing close-up the boy's rounded biceps, he couldn't believe how beautifully muscled the boy was.

The youth politely put out his hand, shaking Noah's with a strong but very brief grip, introducing himself as Curt. He politely but firmly declined the offer of help saying "No. I got it...almost done," and almost as an after thought added, "Uh...but thanks."

With that, the boy broke off further conversation, muttering that he had to finish up, and put his earphones back on head. Without another word or gesture to Noah, Curt turned and headed back to the parking lot walking in rhythm to the music that Noah found so s.e.xy. It was some hip hop music Noah could hear from the ear phones just before the boy put it back into his ears.

Noah went back upstairs, but from his balcony he tried to hide himself so he could video tape, stare and drink in the beauty the s.e.xy shirtless boy as he continued to move boxes into his apartment.

From that first moment Noah laid eyes on the boy he l.u.s.ted after the Curt because of his looks - his arrogant personality towards him and his likely deserved reputation as a lady pleaser in bed. He loved his arrogant c.o.c.ky attitude because it fueled his fantasies that Curt was a straight boy who desperately needed to be abducted, tied up spread-eagle on a milking bed and then edged and milked for hours and hours - screaming at having his c.o.c.k touched by a guy - and worse having it tormented over and over by excruciating polishing of his knob over and over as he shrieked from the unbearable sensations.

He came off as borderline homophobic - at least to Noah, with an arrogant dismissive attitude toward him, perhaps accurately sensing Noah's intense interest in him.

When he passed Noah in the apartment parking lot, or pool area or heading to his apartment, he never said more than a barely cordial "hey" or "whatsup" without ever looking at or stopping to hear Noah's response. Like some pathetic high school girl with a crush, Noah could only sigh and watch longingly as the boy passed by him, inhaling wisps of his scent of deodorant and clean sweat and see his bubble b.u.t.t flex as he walked by.

That was the extent of Curt's acknowledgement that Noah was even alive. The longest conversation he ever had with the boy was the day he was moving in. Noah didn't realize that Curt, wearing sunglasses, could see clearly how Noah was staring at him that very first day he moved in, and other days around the apartment complex. The staring made Curt felt creepy and made the youth uncomfortable. But he never felt for a moment it represented any danger to him at all. He also knew that Noah was intimidated by him and used that to help avoid any contact with his neighbor.

That c.o.c.ky arrogant straight boy attitude that was to Noah both intimidating and alluring always triggered an explosion of the dark fantasies in the part of his brain that became obsessed with tying up Curt to teach him a lesson in c.o.c.k control by repeatedly edging and milking him against his will to the point of driving the boy to the brink of shrieking insanity.

Noah would sniff the air trying to smell the boy's scent again - and then smile almost in an evil way - as if to hide from his good side the thoughts he was thinking. He knew he would never act on those thoughts - but oh was he tempted whenever Curt was near. He even thought out a plan of abduction. But it wasn't serious. Still - just the smell of him would trigger those thoughts.

Those thoughts would be triggered also when Curt, wearing sun glasses, would swagger around looking to pick up a girl around the apartment pool or club house shirtless wearing low-slung board shorts that clung to his skin showing off a rounded muscled b.u.t.t and a prominent delectable bulge. Noah thought he could almost see sometimes Curt's d.i.c.k flexing its boyish yet manly hardness for his many female admirers in the complex, secretly taking pictures of the boy. Oh if I could just have him for one day Noah thought, one day.

Curt on the prowl always drove Noah to distraction - and a mixture of jealousy (of the girls), and l.u.s.t knowing that Curt was horny and looking to be laid. He pictured Curt stripping n.a.k.e.d, his d.i.c.k steel hard pointing straight out 8 or 9 inches, oozing gooey strings of honey-like sticky straight boy pre-c.u.m and then f.u.c.k.i.n.g whatever girl was in his bed like a muscled pile driving machine.

But most other times - during the day at least - all Noah could do was to stare at him while walking around the pool area or his apartment patio below his balcony without a shirt that showed off his muscled abs and pecs - and brown armpit hairs and a treasure trial coming from a concave belly button that Noah thought was incredibly s.e.xy.

If Noah was a non-entity to Curt with no hope of ever seeing him n.a.k.e.d or seeing him f.u.c.k or forcing him to c.u.m against his will, he could at least hear the straight stud pile drive his many different girl friends with his meaty prick.

In his effort to eavesdrop on what Curt was doing downstairs, Noah discovered by accident, a few days after Curt moved in, a large white plastic pipe behind a wall panel in his bedroom. The panel came loose and he detached it and through the insulation saw the pipe that rose about five feet from the floor - but was left open and didn't go anywhere further up. He looked up and there was no pipe going to the roof. The construction workers must have made a mistake and tried to cover it up.

Noah realized this mistake could be a valuable tool to listen in on his hunky new neighbor below. His bedroom was right below his - and the wall with the pipe was the same wall that his bed was against. He could hear Curt's muffled voice through his bedroom floor talking on his cell phone - and the muffled sound of what he assumed was a TV. Very muffled and indistinct. He quietly walked to the open pipe and put his ear near it, holding his breath. Though not crystal clear, Noah was shocked how he could hear everything as if he was in the next room and the doors were open. My god, Noah realized his obsession building, he could listen to Curt going to the bathroom, masturbating and best of all - having s.e.x! The only thing missing was video of all those things, which wasn't possible - but listening in was the next best thing.

Noah would cover the wall every time he left the apartment (in case the manager ever entered for some reason - which he never did) but for the entire year Curt lived below him, he always listened in on the boy's activities in his bedroom below. Noah found a way to record the audio, which preserved hundreds of hours of sound recordings of Curt talking on the phone, pissing, showering, what appeared to sound like his masturbating and very clearly, having s.e.x. He was a tireless, loud and headboard busting lover.

Over the next 11 months, through the plastic pipe in the wall, Noah could hear Curt with one of his many dates that he brought home - laughing, getting a little drunk and high - and then always, he would end the late night with a long intense f.u.c.k.i.n.g.

From that pipe, Noah was able to confirm from the noise below what he already surmised by the steady stream of visits by different girls to Curt's apartment below: the handsome youth when it came to s.e.x was insatiable and that served - at least for Noah - to highlight even more the physical prowess of Curt's lean muscled body.

Someone as beautiful and s.e.xy looking as Curt had to be a s.e.x hound in bed - and on that score he delivered with powerful piston like thrusts of his pelvis into the quivering pussies of so many girls in his bedroom below that Noah could hear.

He could listen to Curt's animal-like panting grunts, the bed's headboard loud pounding against the wall as his thrusting became more urgent and intense - and then the girl's shriek that marked her reaching a mind shattering o.r.g.a.s.m - and Curt's always loud "F.U.C.K YEAH F.U.C.K YEAH!!!" when he shot his load. He could visualize from the sounds Curt's fat engorged f.u.c.k meat pulverizing the girl's hungry grateful p.u.s.s.y with his deep machine like thrusts of his pelvis. Hearing the noise so clearly downstairs through the pipe, Noah could imagine the two halves of Curt's muscled b.u.t.t cheeks opening his man trench and snapping tightly shut with each thrust into the girl. Oh God Noah would sigh, how he would have loved to have seen that and lick that hairy trench as he f.u.c.k.e.d the girl.

Noah could tell when his straight boy Adonis would shoot his load because suddenly the sound of Curt's urgent animal-like thrusting - the noise of the bed hitting the wall - all stopped immediately. Noah surmised that the boy's d.i.c.k had to be extremely s.e.n.s.i.t.i.v.e after c.u.m.m.i.n.g - because of that - and because one time he thought he heard the boy squeal after he apparently shot his load in the girl - and she apparently touched or stroked his d.i.c.k right after he pulled out. He could hear, through the pipe, the straight jock yell "OOOOH SHIT!!!" and then the sound of his angry sounding voice ordering her to stop. He definitely didn't like that.

That sound of Curt's grunting s.e.xy voice while being p.l.e.a.s.u.r.ed and f.u.c.k.i.n.g all those girls triggered powerful l.u.s.tful feelings. The tone, the sound of that reedy boyish yet masculine jock voice - the way he grunted like an athlete trying to get through the intense pumping of s.e.x. Oh how Noah wished he could have seen Curt perform in bed with all those girls. But hearing it was better than nothing. And Noah would listen to those audio recordings of Curt having s.e.x. Over and over. To Noah, Curt was the ultimate straight boy who needed to be trained and forced to endure edging and o.r.g.a.s.m that he could not control. And Noah wanted to be that person who forced all that to happen.

Curt did a two-some with two beautiful girls who also lived in the apartment complex a few days before he moved. Noah, as he always did when stalking Curt, would always place himself in the vicinity wherever he was in the complex, especially if he was shirtless and around the pool area.

That particular day in the late afternoon was still sunny and extremely hot and humid, with everyone else keeping indoors with their ACs running on full blast. Noah, had no intention of staying indoors when his idol was parading around shirtless. He quickly rushed down to the pool area, wearing sun glasses, and kept a safe distance in the pool area not too far away from Curt and the girls in the Jacuzzi, and acted like he was watching his I-Pad-like device, while dipping his b.a.r.e feet in the main pool. His I-Pad-like device was actually taking video of the three in the Jacuzzi.

All three were clearly getting drunk - and were still drinking in the Jacuzzi,, though that was against the apartment complex rules. The strong alcohol buzz made Curt and the girls lose some of their inhibitions with talking and laughing getting louder and more boisterous. The three were definitely getting more horny - aided by the hot water and the swirling jets of the Jacuzzi.

Noah noticed that Curt would often back up against what he knew was the location of one of the more powerful shooting jets coming from the side and bottom of the Jacuzzi. He could tell that the handsome straight boy was clearly enjoying the feeling of the intense water pressure against his asshole and crotch. He noticed when that happened Curt would briefly close his eyes - with the long lashes that girls loved - tilt his head back slightly and suppress a m.o.a.n - and then quickly acted as if nothing happened, repeating it a couple of more times. He probably would have shifted his tight asshole and d.i.c.k even closer to the swirling strong jets that would have made him c.u.m if there wasn't any girls in the Jacuzzi with him, Noah thought excitedly. But that straight boy seemed never to lack any female companionship ever.

Still it thrilled Noah to see Curt's intimate private reaction to having the strong pulsating swirling jets of hot water stimulate his v.i.r.g.i.n straight asshole and d.i.c.k - as if Noah was a voyeur in Curt's bedroom watching him p.l.e.a.s.u.r.e himself. The girls didn't seem to notice though were clearly hot for Curt touching his shoulders and trying to get close to him.

Noah then watched the three laugh, giggle and eventually slowly climb out of the Jacuzzi into the hot humid night. Noah held back a huge gasp upon seeing Curt come out of the water, warm water streaming from his wet brown short hair, his tanned muscled pecs, back and abs, with his winking bellybutton with the swirling hole and treasure trail plastered down to his beige thin board shorts clinging now to his tanned skin that l.e.w.dly showed off his bubble b.u.t.t a.s.s, with the wet thin fabric wedged into his crack, while outlining what clearly was a large semi-hard d.i.c.k and balls ready for action.

The girls quickly followed and all three, with towels slung over their shoulders, staggered back to his apartment walking by Noah. Only the two girls acknowledged Noah's presence, with a little wave of their hands giggling with excitement, knowing they were minutes away from seeing Curt n.a.k.e.d and having his huge prong stuck in their hot snatches. Curt, with beads of water coming out of his s.e.xy bellybutton and from his model perfect hair and armpits with his board shorts clinging o.b.s.c.e.n.ely to his crotch and b.u.t.t, staggered quickly passed Noah, and totally ignored him - as he always did.

That straight boy dismissive arrogant attitude only fueled Noah's obsession and l.u.s.t. Within seconds he quickly followed them to their building, instead going upstairs to his apartment and like he always did when he knew Curt was having s.e.x, removed the wall panel in his bedroom that hid that exposed plastic pipe that ran down to the inside wall of Curt's first floor apartment bedroom wall. The same wall that his queen sized bed headboard was against.

He would never forget listening to the loud animal like noise below his apartment from that especially intense encounter accented by the steady strong pounding against the wall of that bed headboard until Curt shot his load. All three went at it almost immediately upon entering Curt's apartment below, staggering (Noah imagined) to his bedroom, stripping off their clothes and then the three going at it. Noah knew their drunken state both made them extremely horny and hastened their o.r.g.a.s.ms. Still it was a long intense f.u.c.k - which Noah later learned included the two girls going at Curt, blowing him and s.u.c.k.i.n.g at his balls.

But Noah surmised from the sounds below that like nearly all girls, the servicing was passable and simply a brief interlude charging Curt up for the real show: sticking his hard prick into their pussies at first f.u.c.k.i.n.g the shit out of them - and then after 20 minutes, having one of the girls ride his d.i.c.k while he ate out the other to a eye popping o.r.g.a.s.m for the two (something Noah later learned from overhearing the girls talk at the pool two days later).

Curt shot his load, c.u.m.m.i.n.g last, and Noah could hear him being playfully attacked by the two girls who touched and stroked his still hard d.i.c.k, wet with his c.u.m and p.u.s.s.y juice for a few seconds as he shrieked "OH NO!!!!" and got them to stop.

"OH NO!!!!"

He loved that anguish in Curt's voice. A slight quiver of fear or trepidation in the otherwise masculine voice that delighted Noah to no end. Oh how Noah wished he could have made Curt scream out those words over and over as his sweaty muscled straight boy body, splayed out and tied down was unmercifully edged past o.r.g.a.s.m and beyond: "OH NO!!!"

Noah later overheard the two girls - two days later - at the pool - talking with another girl about their time with Curt. Both were still clearly hot for the boy. They both said how hot Curt's body was and how big his prick was, even when soft. They were excited to finally get the handsome youth in bed and each took turns l.i.c.k.i.n.g and s.u.c.k.i.n.g his large hard d.i.c.k while the other kissed and frenched him, and then nibbled and s.u.c.k.e.d at his n.i.p.p.l.es and torso. He seemed to really like that most of all - having two girls lick, tongue and suck at his body they told their friend. His reaction to having one of them suck his entire shaft while the other s.u.c.k.e.d and gobbled his big balls was off the charts they told the girl, whose eyes were wide with l.u.s.t and envy. Noah was beside himself just overhearing the conversation as he strained to catch every word. He couldn't believe what he was hearing.

They told their friend that Curt couldn't take the blow job and s.u.c.k.i.n.g of his balls anymore and that he wanted to f.u.c.k one of them. They each wanted him to thrust his hard c.o.c.k into them and he did, though they told him not to shoot yet. They wanted to make this last. After getting close to shooting his load, Curt, they told their friend, warned them and one of them playfully slapped his a.s.s hard as he yelped in surprise. That stopped his pumping and they told him to lay on his back while so they could take care of him. The girl he didn't f.u.c.k yet then got on top of him, and she rode him to o.r.g.a.s.m. They told the other girl how one of them hugged him tight and kissed him and tongued his s.e.xy ears, while the other suddenly shifted, pulling off of him and sat on his t.h.i.g.hs and grabbed his hard d.i.c.k after he came inside of her. They told the other girl they were amazed at how much c.u.m Curt had shot out of his d.i.c.k, spilling down his c.o.c.k like hot lava as one of the girls put it.

Momentarily pinned down by both girls - and not expecting what was to happen, Curt's body relaxed even more in the afterglow of being p.l.e.a.s.u.r.ed. He never before let a girl handle him in this way where he gave up control in lovemaking. The girl on his t.h.i.g.hs however had other ideas and started to stroke it, suck it and stroke until he literally howled from the unbearable sensation and quickly pushed her off. He seemed to them pretty angry that they did that to him. Noah almost blew a gasket in his brain over hearing that. THAT was what he dreamed of doing to Curt - and to hear that they did it to him, tasted his hot c.u.m, and then made him squeal, even for just a couple of seconds, after he shot his load.

"He's very s.e.n.s.i.t.i.v.e there after he c.u.ms," the girl said to the other smiling l.i.c.k.i.n.g her lips recalling l.e.w.dly the taste of Curt's c.u.m, as all three laughed.

The two girls wanted to have Curt again and invited the third girl to join in next time. He clearly was to them, Noah could see, a piece of Alpha Male Prime Beef that they l.u.s.ted after. He smiled to himself realizing again how Curt s.e.xiness seemed to attract dark fantasies from both s.e.xes.

He listened more as the three girls plotted among themselves about what they would do to Curt when he came back. While he hated having his c.o.c.k touched after he shot his load, he had mentioned to both girls he would love to see them again. The two-some s.e.x was different for him, at least in the way they did it by seizing control sometimes. That wasn't something he allowed normally he told them. But he kind of liked it and it was fun he said and told them he wanted to hook up again soon. The three girls decided they would plan out what really would amount to an assault on the boy once they were invited into his bedroom again. Well, not an assault per se, they told themselves, but sort of expand the role playing. They planned, with Noah still overhearing their conversation, to hold him down, possibly restrain him with cuffs, and tickle him. And if they were able to cuff his arms and legs, they could take all the time in the world to tickle his armpits, sides and feet, and stroke his c.o.c.k after he came. One of the girls especially liked to polish and rub the c.o.c.kheads of boys - and rarely would any of them allow it for more than a second. Curt didn't allow them to do that at all to him, except when after he shot his load and he was temporarily unable to. But restrained, the girl could polish his knob as long as she wanted - and they could all polish and stroke his d.i.c.k after he came. They would love to see his reactions to being restrained and helpless to stop them. They clearly were obsessed with Curt's goodlooks and muscled body - almost as much as Noah was. Listening to their conversation at the poolside, Noah was overcome with l.u.s.t, looking forward to that f.u.c.k session. He prayed that he would be around so he could use that pipe in his apartment to at least listen in.

Two of the girls Noah learned from their talking, did some previous work in a fem dom video site and so had experience in dominating a guy. He heard them talk about bringing a spreader bar to tie his legs for full access to his crotch and other "toys" as they put it..

Noah was both shocked by the three girls somewhat sadistic tendencies - that surprised him because they looked so beautiful and normal. But he realized he looked normal and had those same - if not even more extreme thoughts about the same boy. Noah felt so envious of those two girls - who had the n.a.k.e.d boy partially restrained with their bodies, even if only for a few seconds. They had him. Forced a reaction from him. For a few seconds Curt was at their mercy and helpless. Oh how Noah wished he could have been there to hold his legs and grab that s.e.n.s.i.t.i.v.e d.i.c.k.

"OH NO!!!!" Noah, overhearing the girls talk and plan, had looked forward to hearing that anguished cry from Curt again.

But Curt moved out - to their surprise - before they had the chance to hook up with him again. So he wasn't the only one missing and pining for Curt's beautiful body. But unlike them, he still had his videos and pictures - and clothes of his idol. But oh how he wished he could have realized his fantasy and had Curt tied spread-eagle stripped n.a.k.e.d on a bed, his legs splayed out by a spreader bar and forced to c.u.m over and over.