Straight and Bound: Curt 3–4 (nc mm bond oral rape)
by Eric Lane
Written March 2014
Can reproduce without permission if full author credit is given.
CHAPTER 3 CURT’S JOURNEY
The rarely used old highway stretched out endlessly, shimmering from the intense heat as Curt pressed the accelerator of his late model Toyota to 95 miles an hour trying to race through the final 200 miles of his journey to a new job and home. He was trying to eat up the miles on this old highway shortcut that was suggested to him by the attendant at an old run down gas station he had to stop at to fill up some 10 miles back.
After driving over 100 miles already on the freeway Curt was bored and tired of the long drive, rapping his fingers impatiently on the arm rest.
For the past 15 minutes his I-Phone stopped working and he remembered the gas station attendant telling him cell phones wouldn’t work for the next 80 miles or so. Wonderful Curt thought sarcastically. So no music for the next hour - he never downloaded any to his phone which he just bought a few days earlier. He didn’t think to bring any CDs to play in the car’s player and the radio just had static.
The road stretched for miles and miles with virtually no other cars passing by and none behind him. Curt had never driven on this old highway before. Outside the afternoon sun was blistering heating the valley to 104 degrees with high humidity. The handsome 22 year old youth was getting worried about his car’s AC it seemed to be going on and off for the last 30 minutes and he started hearing a slight weird noise from the engine. His car had needed some minor repairs before he decided to move from his apartment to take a job almost 200 miles away. But this noise was different. He hadn’t heard it before and he was really good about noticing things like that about his car.
That noise started happening after he filled up at that old gas station at the junction of the freeway and old highway.
The station at first looked like it was closed and had a run down appearance that clearly was not your modern gas station with a mini-store. No, it was more like those rickety two pump gas stations in the desert that you would see in those horror movies where a car full of teenagers would roll in acting stupid before getting killed, Curt thought.
The attendant looked to be in his late 40’s, overweight and while greasy looking he seemed to Curt harmless enough. The heavy set man lumbered out of the small air conditioned room with a small dirty couch and recliner chair that served as a place for the attendant to rest and wait until the next customer. Seeing Curt out of the car next to the pump, the man quickly walked over to the boy, who was ready to remove the gas pump handle.
He told Curt this wasn’t a “self serve” station and that he would pump the gas for him. He also mentioned that he would also check his oil and water under the hood services that Curt didn’t expect at a station like this or actually any station anywhere. At first Curt was going to decline, thinking he might charge him extra, but the older man said there was no charge it was just part of the job.
“You wanna make sure your fluids are right, especially the coolant in this heat young fella,” the gas attendant said. He pointed to the back of the station when Curt asked where the restroom was “it’s way in the back there…on the other side of the building. There’s a soda machine in the office in front there young fella,” the man said pointing now to the small room he just came from.
Curt cocked his head slightly at the phrase “young fella”, which he hadn’t heard very much before, but murmured “thanks man” and slowly trudged off to the restroom in the back of the station.
For some reason Curt felt the man staring at him as he walked away, but when he turned around to look back, the attendant seemed busy working on Curt’s car. Oh well, must be the heat getting to me Curt thought as he turned to walk to the restroom, scratching his damp armpit.
He walked slowly along the dirt pathway trying not to get his Vans dirty. The pathway went from the front the station to the surprisingly long width of the building, and then on to the side of the back where the restrooms were. He turned the corner and was surprised to see a large forbidding barnlike structure with giant doors that were chained shut. The structure was hidden by a clump of trees that hid it from the front area of the station. It couldn’t be seen directly from the road either. The old building seemed to serve as a garage or something, judging from the packed dirt driveway leading from the barn-like doors to the main road, but it looked abandoned.
Strange, Curt thought, but he felt another wave of heat and humidity and the thought passed quickly. He trudged on the dirt pathway to the back of the station, reaching the metal white door of the men’s restroom.
Curt held his breath expecting a rush of foul smells - the usual condition of restrooms of rundown old gas stations like this. But the restroom, though not air conditioned and like an oven inside, didn’t have a bad odor at all, and to Curt’s surprise was very clean, well lit and modern. It seemed totally out of place for this gas station, but Curt didn’t give two seconds about that, being just surprised and happy that he didn’t have to contend with a stinking filthy bathroom.
Even though he was outside from his air conditioned car just for the past few minutes, the oven like heat and humidity already caused his t-shirt and jeans to become extremely damp with his heavy perspiration, making him feel uncomfortable.
He stood at the urinal, taking out his 7 inch limp uncut tube of meat, pulling his foreskin back a little and pissed while scratching the back of his head, wishing he was in his old apartment pool. His dick felt sweaty and sticky on his fingers from the intense heat and humidity and hated feeling that way. Shaking the last dribbles of piss from his cock as he always did Curt then in an absent minded way, stroked the flaccid dick a few times, the sweat providing some lubrication, liking the feeling, wishing that there was some girl around to fuck.
Curt hadn’t fucked in three days since he had a twosome with two hot girls who lived in the same apartment complex. That was unusual for Curt to go without sex that long. He noticed his dick a little more longer and flaccid and his balls hanging more loose and further down in his scrotum as it always did when it was hot or in a Jacuzzi. He liked that effect, but he hated this heat especially the humidity. He sighed and stopped stroking, stuffing his slightly engorged penis back into his boxer briefs and jeans. He sniffed his fingers for a second, and was revolted by the intense male genital sweaty odor and reminded himself that he would definitely need to take a long hot shower before he hooked up with any girl tonight.
He walked over to the sink, turning on the cold water, which was warm, and washed his hands thoroughly. He looked at the surprisingly clean mirror and then threw water on his face and ran his wet fingers through his sweaty head of short brown hair and saw how damp his t-shirt now was from the heat and humidity. His jeans and boxer briefs too, but there was nothing he could do about that right now.
Feeling hot and miserable, Curt pulled off the sweat soaked t-shirt, hanging it on the paper towel dispenser next to the sink. He stared in the mirror, critically looking at his chest and abs, and cupped his hands under the luke warm water running from the faucet wishing it would get colder. It stayed warm, and Curt sighed, throwing it on his face, rubbing his face. His face dripping, Curt stared at his reflection in the mirror and then threw water and rubbing it briskly on his muscled chest and flat stomach, and under his hairy brown armpits before wiping dry his body with several paper towels.
He picked up his t-shirt and rinsed it under the running water and then twisted the cloth several times wringing it out. He smelled the shirt noting that at least it didn’t smell as sour with his sweat as before, and then stuck a part of the end so the shirt hung from the back of his jeans.
He looked one more time in the mirror, using his hands and fingers to comb his short hair in place, and thinking that all in all he looked pretty good for a fuckin awful day like this. The reflection in the mirror showed a young handsome man, with sharply defined muscled pecs crowned by quarter-sized salmon colored nipples, with an impressive 8 pack abs and flat stomach centered by a concave belly button. He lazily flexed both arms and torso staring back at the mirror for a second, before slapping his stomach and using another towel to dry off his armpits again.
He remembered that there were plenty of hot girls at his new job and he couldn’t wait to drop by when he arrived later tonight and pick one up for a long fuck session. Curt felt pretty horny, but knew his looks could get him any girl, and smiled at himself in the mirror, flexing his muscled torso, grabbed his crotch to adjust his junk and then opened the door, somewhat refreshed, walking out with a little bit of his usual frat boy type swagger back to his car. Yeah, he’d get some pussy tonight for sure - that would be his reward for this long fuckin drive, he thought.
The overweight gas attendant, finished with Curt’s car, was standing next to the pump looking at the shirtless boy approach slowly from the restroom, as if he knew when he would come out. He seemed to Curt to have an odd smile, almost a smirk which vanished quickly.
“Pretty hot inside that bathroom. Sorry we don’t have air conditioning,” the gas station attendant mentioned to Curt. For a second Curt thought the attendant seemed to be zeroing in on his bare chest though it was hard to tell for sure because he was now wearing sun glasses.
He told Curt he added just a half quart of oil and some coolant on the house. Curt grinned the first break he’s had in this long trip so far, thanking the man, and paid him in cash for the gas. Curt normally would have used his debit card but the man said his card reader didn’t work. Lucky for Curt he had the $32 in cash to pay for the gas, taking the money out of his wallet from his jeans. He apologized that the bills were slightly damp from his sweat, “sorry…you know the heat….”.
“Don’t bother me a bit as long as its real money,” he said smiling a little, taking the money and putting the wad of bills in his shirt pocket. He seemed to Curt to be staring intently at his shirtless chest and stomach.
“You got a nice build there young fella. You an athlete or something?” the attendant asked, looking at Curt through his sun glasses rather intently.
“Uh…thanks…uh…yeah…college wrestling….” Curt replied, though not sensing anything odd about the attendant’s remark. Curt knew he did look good, like a professional athlete. The gas station attendant middle aged , overweight and out of shape, was just being nice and maybe even envious, Curt thought. Well, he got a lot of that type of reaction in college from other people.
Still, the attendant did seem to be staring at him a little longer than what would be considered polite, Curt thought. On the other hand, this station probably got only occasional visits from passer-bys off the freeway, being several miles from it. I’m probably the only customer this guy will have all day Curt thought who remembered he would have passed up the place himself if he wasn’t on empty and didn’t see the run-down sign off the freeway.
The attendant asked where Curt was headed and then mentioned that the old highway pointing in the opposite direction of the freeway would cut his travel time by at least 45 minutes “more depending on how fast you drive young fella. I drive that all the time and save at least that time and more. Its fast and safe no highway patrol and almost no other drivers either,” he said. “There’s a small little town down that highway some. It’s a fast drive young fella.”
Curt, who hated to drive and dreaded how far he still had to go, lit up on hearing about the short-un-cut. He had never driven on the old highway before but he could see from the gas station it was still a functioning road. It dipped and then rose and went straight down the valley as far as the eye could see. Forty-five minutes was huge. But with still nearly 200 miles still to go, Curt was open to anything that would cut down the travel time and seemed to the old man eager to take the old highway short un-cut.
“Really? Straight down the highway? Forty-five minutes man, that’s incredible!”Curt remarked, staring at the long straight road and then turned around and looked at the freeway and then back again at the old highway. Like most younger people who depended on Google maps for directions to get anywhere, Curt’s own sense of direction on the road was almost non-existent unless he was extremely vigilant about following the road signs. He thought for a second, scratching his head, turning again to look at the freeway in the distance and then again at the old highway stretching out.
The overweight attendant just stared at the shirtless boy as Curt shifted his weight from one hip to the other, showing more of his underwear waistband, trying to decide. Curt thought he heard the man sigh as he turned to look at him.
The thought vanished as Curt looked back at the man, coming to a decision.
“Never took that highway before. But I’ll take your word for it…I mean you’re from here and you know. Yeah, I’ll definitely take it. I’ll bet I’ll get there in an hour if I go 90. Thanks man!” Curt said, turning and then bending to pick up his keys that he dropped on the floor of his car. As he did, the dark blue waist band of his boxer briefs were exposed riding high over his tight skinny jeans damp from his sweat clinging to his skin. Curt noticed the old man seemed to be staring even more intently at him.
The gas station attendant smiled slightly, nodded, and just nodded, saying “that short cut will save you lots of time. Drive carefully now young fella” and just continued to look in Curt’s direction. There was something about his look. It wasn’t threatening or creepy. Curt searched his mind and realized the look was similar to the look his dad got. Was it the look he gave when he fished? No. Then he remembered it was the look he got when he hunted. When he spotted a deer. Well his dad was also an alcoholic drug addict, so what does that mean? The gas attendant dude doesn’t see people much here and that makes him stare at people. Well, maybe he’s a hunter too Curt wondered, but then quickly dismissed any further thought as the heat and humidity seemed to rise.
He jumped into his car, carefully laying out his damp t-shirt that he rinsed in the restroom on the seat to dry out and then turned to politely half wave at the attendant, as he drove a little away from the station lot gas pumps.
The attendant watched the car reach the road, as it paused, idling. The boy inside seemed to vacillate for second or two about which direction to go, even though he said he would take the old highway shortcut. Another few seconds and Curt’s car still paused, the boy looking back at the freeway and then again at the old highway. Suddenly the Toyota quickly turned left, speeding onto the old highway instead of the freeway.
The old man still stood outside, staring at the car and the young handsome man in it, breathing now a sigh of relief. The old man wasn’t 100% sure the boy would take his unsolicited advice about the old highway short un-cut. Seemed like a skittish colt the gas attendant thought. Could have gone either way. But he didn’t. They almost never do. He stared at the car speeding down the old highway, now just a speck miles away. He smirked, looking at his watch, and then grinned.
He turned to head back to the small office room to make a phone call.
As Curt sped down the straight highway, he wondered briefly if that old gas station attendant was a faggot. He stared at Curt’s body like the way a dude would look at a hot chick. Well, Curt couldn’t be totally sure because the attendant was wearing dark glasses. Maybe, Curt thought, he was just being paranoid after what happened at his apartment complex two days before.
His quick decision to move was in large part because of the discovery two days earlier that his neighbor in the upstairs apartment had been stalking him, taking pictures and videos of him and God knows what else.
That guy two days earlier peeked over his second floor apartment balcony looking down on him, Curt remembered, as he lay passed out on his patio recliner naked the only time he ever did that - after drinking too much. The freak was taking video and pictures of his nude body until one of his digital cameras fell below on Curt’s chest, suddenly waking him. Curt cursed the guy out who backed away from his balcony.
Curt kept his camera and then discovered to his disgust over 1,000 pictures and short videos of just him that dated from the past 6 months. Shirtless. Laying out near the apartment pool or working out in the rec room or walking around the complex. Or lying in his patio catching some rays. Some photos focused close-ups of his butt or crotch. Short videos of his scratching his junk or butt. Pictures and short video of Curt getting out of the Jacuzzi showing his swim trunks clinging to his body showing the outline of his ass and genitals. It was frightening to think that someone had followed him around for so long. Curt couldn’t believe it.
True, he had been thinking of moving to take the job for a couple of weeks now but discovery of that freak upstairs stalking him in Curt’s view forced a quick decision to relocate. His decision came so fast that he left packing only the clothes he would definitely need, including a week’s change of underwear and socks, shoes leaving the rest of his things to be moved at the end of the month. He didn’t have many things to begin with, living rather sparingly as a college student. He didn’t want to spend one more day than necessary in that apartment or the apartment complex knowing that guy was there and could be taking pictures of him or snooping on him.
Still, after being outraged at the invasion of his privacy and creepiness of being stalked and having photos and videos taken of him without his knowledge, a tiny part of Curt was sort of flattered - though he didn’t admit that to himself. It was a guy after all who was stalking him a faggot and Curt certainly was not. What was his name? Neil? Norbert?
Sounded like that. Noah? Yeah…it was Noah. Dude always creeped me out for some reason even before that camera fell on him, Curt remembered. Always seemed to be around the pool or sauna or rec room when he was there. Well, now he knew why. Fuckin stalking me Curt thought angrily.
Now speeding down the old highway, already ten miles away from the gas station, Curt thought about that gas station attendant staring at his chest and then remembered all those pictures on the camera taken by Noah. He was amazed how much that guy was infatuated with his body. Some of the pictures Curt thought he actually might keep they were pretty good shots of him shirtless showing his muscles and didn’t look posed which of course none of them were.
He wondered for a second what that guy would have wanted to do to him. That freak probably wanted to suck him off. Or maybe wanted Curt to punk his faggot ass or worse maybe he wanted to fuck Curt’s butt. Fuck NO! Not a chance that Curt would have ever let that happen. Not for money. Not for anything. Never. The very thought of another guy touching him or sucking his dick or Curt doing any of those things to another guy was totally incomprehensible and repulsed him.
Besides, he got enough action to take care of his needs from chicks. Even the ugliest girl would be better. He would never seek or want another dude to touch him. Ever. No way another guy could get him off or get him hard. Fuck that.
Still, as he sped down the old highway not another car in sight in either direction, Curt frowned to himself looking at himself in the rearview mirror. He couldn’t believe how much that guy in the upstairs apartment was so infatuated with his body. All those pictures of him shirtless, focusing on his junk. His junk. His ass. Fuck. The dude fuckin worshiped my body and probably wanted to suck me off. Sick. Sick. Fuckin obsessed. More than any of the girls he fucked. Well, glad to be away from him Curt thought. What a freak. And then Curt looked down for a second at and realized his bulge in his jeans seemed to become more engorged and larger. Shit, he thought. I fuckin boned thinking about this sick shit. He rubbed it as if to reassure his straight dick that he understood. I fuckin need some pussy bad he moaned to himself.
His thoughts were suddenly jarred by a sudden noise from the engine, wisps of smoke from the hood and the red engine light flashing on his dashboard.
“Fuck!!!!” he yelled to himself in the car, as he drove the sputtering vehicle over to the side of the highway.
CHAPTER 4 CURT FINDS A RIDE
They roamed aimlessly around the countryside on a hot humid day, half heartedly looking for their next victim.
They had a short list –as they always did of prospective candidates that they had been stalking over the past several weeks (including video surveillance) but sometimes they would roam the streets and country roads for someone entirely new. None of them really expected to see anyone interesting but in the past ever so often they got lucky. Their dicks got hard just thinking about the three different young straight guys they picked up and abducted this way. They had several scouts in different areas that helped spot potential prey.
For the past hour and half they didn’t see anyone and were almost ready to give up and try looking for prey around the bars and clubs in the city later that night. And then they got a call. Ahead a few miles away would be the perfect Adonis either walking along the road or waiting inside his car.
Within minutes they past a car that broke down. Further ahead they saw a tiny figure on the right hand side trudging along. They sped up fast in the van quickly gobbling up the miles and catching up to the walking figure. They couldn’t believe their eyes. Even from only seeing his shirtless back covered partially by a backpack, and bubble butt covered by tight jeans, he clearly was to them the perfect Adonis that their scout said he was. He would be paid handsomely for his work.
Now gliding the van just a few yards away, they honked, seeing the young tanned shirtless man, with a backpack strapped to his back, holding an athletic bag, wearing just low slung jeans with a black wide belt, and Nikes and a baseball cap backwards like a frat boy and sunglasses. A white t shirt hung from the back of his jeans.
Even from a distance they could tell he was hot the classic good-looking, lean and muscled boy and their perfect next victim to be abducted and raped.
To them he looked built not like a bull but like some sleek muscled predator who went after females a cheetah perhaps. Now this walking stud this predator of pussy - was in their trap or soon would be.
Most of all, they could see a promising large bulge that clearly advertised that he was packing an enormous mouth-watering tube of pure straight boy cock. They could see the enormous bulge shift left and right as he walked, noting that it looked like he possessed a large and thick piece of meat that was pointed downwards towards his left thigh. They noticed his jeans were visibly damp with heavy sweat clinging to his skin, clearly showing his muscled bubble butt and ass crack as if it was a second skin. It looked almost lewd and done on purpose to attract attention. But of course it wasn’t. His shuffling slow walk to the passenger window side of the van clearly looked desperate from the heat and bad luck of what had to be a car that broke down they surmised.
Close-up he was even more good-looking, with a look and manner to the guys in the van that was at once charmingly boyish, yet so stunningly handsome that it intimidated guys and girls not blessed with such attributes. They knew this straight boy wouldn’t normally give them the time of day if it wasn’t for the fact he needed them.
The guys in the van couldn’t believe their good luck. It was like hunting for the perfect prey and discovering it was looking for them.
A Christian religious logo and Bible text was displayed prominently on the side this particular “abduction” van, designed to disarm most of their hapless straight boy prey who figured the guys inside were no threat to them. It almost with 1 exception in the past - always worked. The van was one of a fleet of such “abduction” vehicles with different logos, designs and coloring. The fleet included two large u-haul type small trucks.
They slowed and stopped just behind of the walking shirtless muscled boy. The boy stopped walking, and slowly turned around, staring at the front of the van that also had the Christian logo on it. Standing still now, shifting his weight to one hip, he took off his dirty baseball cap, exposing his very damp armpit hair and scratched his head, running his fingers through his brownish blonde hair matted down with sweat as if to comb it before making an appearance. He stuck the baseball cap in the back of his pants pocket and slowly walked over to the passenger side of the van, his tanned pecs and 8 pack abs looking like it was flexing on his torso as he did.
Beads of heavy sweat on his forehead and face, the young man looked at the van, stared back the guy in the passenger seat with the van window rolled down. Jesse was in the passenger side and said hi to the boy and then offered a ride. It was miles away before the next town or even to a gas station and hardly any traffic on the road Jesse told the boy. They were headed for a prayer meeting in the next town, some 15 miles down the road and could drop him off there it was no trouble, and in fact, part of their ministry to help stranded boys. If the shirtless muscled youth was thinking clearly and not so desperate for help, he would have wondered about Jesse’s line about helping “stranded boys”. Stranded people. Folks. But just boys? But he didn’t wonder a second about that odd line he was too grateful about being offered a ride.
It was hard for the guys in the van not to stare at the boy’s sculpted chest and muscled ribbed abs and his quarter sized dark nipples as he stood in front of their vehicle and then walked slowly to the open passenger window. He clearly worked out but his body and face still retained a youth, lean, natural appearance - as if his muscles came from work on the proverbial farm.
They loved his sexy belly button that curled inwards and the light dusting of dark hairs his treasure trail. He had a heavy patch of hair under both arm pits and to the guys in the van, the boy’s tight jeans seemed to grip the his muscled bubble butt, thighs and calves as he stood there and then turned to wait for the van side door to open.
The van door slid open and he was greeted with a full rush of cold air from the vehicle’s air conditioning. It felt good on his sweaty body that was just minutes away from being sun burned.
It was all they could do to restrain themselves from attacking the shirtless muscled boy and raping him right then and there. He seemed to them hesitating for a second. He was like a prized young stag sniffing around, slightly wary before entering the kill-zone.
He realized he had no other choice and jumped in. The shirtless hitchhiking boy though felt no fear or apprehension about the guys in the van. To him, sweaty and tired from the walking, the guys in the van all were a bit on the nerdy geeky side, and none appeared to have anywhere near the muscles or athletic build that he possessed. They seemed harmless enough.
He had made that calculation even before jumping inside the van in his mind - sizing them up as he always did when meeting other guys. He felt, letting natural frat boy athlete bravado get the best of him, that he could easily take them.
Not realizing how much the heat and desperation of walking for miles without a ride was clouding his judgment, the shirtless muscled boy figured that, though outnumbered, he could if necessary intimidate his new benefactors from doing anything stupid. To his mind and everything in his past experience, he was always in control, always could get or make others do what he wanted. Though at a disadvantage due to the breakdown of his car, this was really no different.
The tired youth didn’t notice the lustful stares he simply thought they admired his muscled build like others often did especially those far, far lower on Curt’s food chain. They were careful not to stare too overtly and did most of their staring when the handsome shirtless youth wasn’t looking. That was easy because one of the guys could always distract his attention by talking to him which they did to allow the others to stare and examine their shirtless muscled prey.
He loved the cold air on his hot sweating tanned skin after he got in the van and sat down knees up leaning against the side. Looking around and seeing further religious type sayings and illustrations on the van wall inside he further surmised to himself that the guys in the van presented absolutely no threat to him and let his guard down almost completely.
He was clearly tired and exhausted but the cold air was starting to freshen and reinvigorate him, hardening, to his chagrin, his nipples. He just wished now for a nice long hot shower to wash off all his sweat and grime from the long drive and from the couple of miles he walked after his car broke down. Even the few miles he walked drenched him with sweat because of the intense heat and humidity. He hated being sweaty and dirty. Well, he could deal with that when they hit the next town. He breathed a sigh of relief, closed his long lashed eyes for a second and leaned his head back against the van wall. The gesture was both endearing and extremely sexy to the guys in the van.
“Thanks man…my cell isn’t working out here… been walking for a while…thanks…” the handsome young man said gratefully opening his eyes now, looking at his new found “friends”.
He was still shirtless, and the guys stared at the brownish hairs peeking out from his armpits, his biceps flexed with his arms folded across his defined mounds of muscled pecs. That chest, the guys in the van observed, was centered by two salmon colored quarter sized nipples, just begging to them to be pinched and sucked. And they stared longingly at his pancake flat belly with a sexy belly button hole, with a wispy treasure trail of brownish hairs down to the top of the waist band of his boxer briefs and jeans. He had only the slightest body fat folds of skin drawn tightly over his impressive 8 pack abs and stomach.
They were fixated on the boy’s naked chest and stomach and the large mound between his legs, now scrunched up with his knees up sitting on the van’s thick rug cushioned floor. One of the guys Aaron moved over from the other side of the van and sat himself right next to their new young passenger their legs touching either other briefly until the young man almost as a reflex quickly moved his leg away. A little jumpy having another guy touch him, Aaron thought. Oh yeah, they would have a lot of fun with this straight boy.
“No cell phone coverage out here bro,” said one of the guys whose name was Aaron. There wasn’t but the guys in the van had cell phones connected by satellite, though none of them mentioned that to the shirtless boy.
Everything about his manner indicated to the guys in the van that this boy was straight as an arrow and they instantly fell in love with his masculine yet boyish voice. He again thanked his new found friends (or so he thought) explaining how fucked up things was for him for the past day.
He was moving to take a new job he said and had already driven 100 miles when his car broke down and he more or less abandoned it, leaving it on the side of the road a couple of miles back. He’d have to arrange to have it towed once he got to the next town. He was bummed he said because the whole thing was going to delay his starting his new job. What he didn’t say was it would also mean he wasn’t going to have time at least this evening to hook up with some girl to fuck her brains out. He was horny as hell after not having sex for the past three days though he wasn’t going to tell these religious geeks that. But he was more disappointed about that. He really was horny.
Though normally not talkative, especially with strangers, and especially with THIS type of geeky type strangers, the handsome youth felt obliged to explain his situation and said he was going to work at a restaurant some 200 miles away that a friend owned. He had been walking carrying his stuff in a heavy backpack and an athletic bag for the past 30 minutes and was getting worried that he would be stranded until they came by in the van.
He still felt grungy and hot, though he was now starting to feel the cold air on his body, so that the sweat on his chest and back was drying up. The insides of his pants especially his crotch was still damp from sweating in the heat and the boy hated that feeling. But he didn’t mention that.
But with his chest and back almost dry he looked around the van and noticed he was the only one shirtless. Though proud of his body, he felt suddenly felt a little self conscious because the other guys - who were staring at him were religious and maybe it wasn’t cool that he was half naked. He decided quickly to put his shirt back on and reached for his white t-shirt, raising one arm exposing his still sweaty hairy armpit and slipped it back on.
“Oh, you can keep it off if you want,” said one of the guys. “Doesn’t bother us either way.”
“No..I mean…thanks, but it’s getting cold anyway, just the way I like it,” the handsome young man said, pulling the t-shirt down his front, now covering his torso and stomach.
In fact the guys in the van liked staring at the boy’s shirtless torso though they didn’t say that and stared only when the boy wasn’t looking. There would be time enough for the boy to realize how much they liked looking at him shirtless and naked after he was subdued. That would be soon.
He leaned back against the van wall on the floor and for a moment closed his long lashed eyes from exhaustion and heat. He could feel the cold air now. The guys in the van stared at their prey loving and resenting everything about him.
“So, we forgot to introduce ourselves. I’m Aaron. That’s Jesse. Over there is Daniel and Eric and Bobby. Oh and Joseph there is driving.”
“So what’s your name bro?” Aaron asked putting out his hand, still amazed how lucky they were to catch such a handsome beautiful sexy guy on the road. He was movie star Abercrombie/Fitch gorgeous. An incredibly hot straight youth who was (until a few moments before) shirtless, his flat stomach with his 8 pack abs and a sexy brown treasure trail of hair from his deep belly button hole and muscled pecs that looked curved from marble centered by two scallop colored quarter sized nipples. Fuckin hottest thing they have seen in a long time they all thought.
“Oh…yeah. I forgot to introduce myself too. Sorry about that,” he said.
He said his name was Curt.
Curt.
To the guys in the van the name was perfect –a strong masculine name sounded like the way he looked.
Sharp sounding, defined and strong. Perfect boy. Perfect name.
Soon to be theirs.
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