Chapter 188 - CHAPTER 15 - NOAH WONDERS WHAT HAPPENED TO CURT

The end of the month came and went - and then several days more - no sign of Curt returning to his apartment to move the rest of his remaining things.

When he left a month earlier Curt told the apartment manager, after paying for the full month that he would return in two weeks to get the rest of his stuff. But he didn't like the fact that he had to pay for the remaining two weeks of the month when he wouldn't be living there. But he realized it was his decision to move-out out so quickly. Or rather a decision forced on him to make because of his creepy upstairs neighbor.

When he had sped out of the apartment parking lot Curt had cursed his neighbor below. He couldn't even remember his name after living above him for a year. Was it Nick? Ned? Whatever his name was, Curt was enraged to find that the perv had been stalking and spying on him probably from the day Curt had moved in a year earlier. That was f.u.c.kin creepy to be stalked like that Curt had thought as he drove off. He could never remember that freak's name anyway. F.u.c.k him. I'll keep his goddamn camera Curt thought as he drove off.

But that spying and stalking had unnerved Curt - he couldn't believe someone would do that. It had creeped him out to see thousands of pictures of himself - and some short video clips - of him shirtless, with a focus on his b.u.t.t and junk. What guy would do that to another guy - even if he was gay? Sick. Well, he had planned on moving anyways to take that job in a few months. But he didn't want to stay a day longer in his apartment with that creep upstairs.

He had kept the pictures and videos on Noah's camera, thinking not quite honestly that he was doing so for possible legal action against the guy. Curt had no intention of doing that - for one, the sheer embarrassment of having anyone else see these pictures and that the person doing it - was another guy. Being vain, secretly in his own heart though, Curt wanted to go through the pictures - maybe even the videos and save the ones that he thought were flattering.

Curt had dismissed his neighbor from his mind as an unimportant faggot creep as he sped off from the apartment complex that fateful day .F.u.c.k him he had thought then as he drove off. F.u.c.k that piece of shit.

He had remembered what lay ahead for him now: he was sure to get at least half of his apartment deposit back and when he returned to collect it and his remaining stuff, he would definitely hook up with those two girls he f.u.c.k.e.d two days before he left the area for good. He had smiled at that memory of the two girls who were so obviously hot for his body, though shook his head when he thought about how they tried to stroke his c.o.c.k and rub his c.o.c.khead after he shot his load.

They were almost sadistic - he never had a f.u.c.k session before with girls like that - but he liked their aggressiveness. They were unusual for the girls he normally dated or f.u.c.k.e.d with, but he liked them as long as he could control what they did.

Or so he thought then as he drove away from his apartment complex onto the freeway. He had smiled again thinking of that f.u.c.k session and absent mindedly adjusted his large mound of junk in his tight jeans as he continued driving to his new life. His prick became engorged as it always easily did when he touched it or when he thought of a previous s.e.x.u.a.l encounter. He had made a mental note that he would have plenty of time to shower and clean up after he arrived in the late afternoon - early evening at the latest. Either way, early enough to quickly unpack what he had and then hit the bars and clubs for what he knew was always an easy time for him to pick up some hot babe who wanted his body. Hmm, he had thought. Maybe two. Yeah....that was fun.

Driving for several hours he had noticed he needed gas and realized he had past the last big rest area with gas stations and restaurants. Curt worried a bit until he noticed up ahead a sign saying "GAS". He was able to see one of those old style stations that looked like something from the 1950's about two miles from the freeway. He had seen no cars there but it looked "open", and he had realized there was no choice anyway - he was almost out of gas.

Curt had pulled off the freeway to the one lane road to that station to gas up. It would be a quick stop with several more long hours on the road. But he had told himself then that he would clean himself up from the sweat, gas up and head quickly to his new future.

Two weeks passed and no sign of Curt returning to get the rest of his things in his apartment.

For Noah, the departure of his obsession was more than he could bear. In part it was because of the reasons he suspected he left - and the awful event that triggered it when he dropped his camera right on Curt's nude body below his balcony - that was still running the camera video. That and the thousands of pictures and videos stored on the camera was proof of what Noah was doing - and had been doing in stalking and spying on his neighbor for the past year.

Noah was worried and somewhat scared about Curt's initial reaction and worried that he might physically hurt him for doing what he did or even worse, make it public by pressing charges. Noah was immensely relieved that apparently Curt told no one about the shameful incident - but simply left. He was scared about Curt returning given what he knew Noah had done - but Noah was also excited by that prospect of possibly seeing him again - that beautiful body, his handsome face and s.e.xy voice. Of course he would have to find a way to do so without Curt seeing him, which would be even more difficult now with the boy knowing he was being stalked by Noah. He would figure out something - he had to see him one more time at least.

Another week, passed with no return of Curt.

Now three days into the next month, Noah asked casually the apartment complex manager, when paying his rent, if he heard from Curt at all. The elderly manager, thinking Noah and Curt were friends, since they were neighbors for over a year, opened up and expressed frustration. He had just gotten a phone call the day before from a friend of Curt's who said he was passing a message from him saying he wouldn't be able to return to get his things due to a new job he was taking out of the country. He had to leave immediately and the friend said Curt was sorry and that the manager could do whatever he wanted with his belongings that he left. The friend hung up before the manager could get his name or even a phone number or any other contact info.

"So now I am left with getting rid of his stuff. Can't even contact any family of his." the manager said in frustration.

Noah nodded, and then remembered Curt saying to one of the other neighbors that he didn't have any family that he was still connected for some reason. Something about his parents, who rumors went, was divorced and drug addicts or something. Very sketchy.

The manager, frowning, told Noah they would be forced to clear out the apartment in the next day or so. He clearly didn't look forward to the task - and the expense of clearing out that apartment. He told Noah that he had to get the place ready for a new tenant who was going to move in the next week. Hearing that, Noah's eyes brightened - maybe another handsome guy like Curt he thought? Trying not to act too interested, Noah asked if the new people were college students or a family.

The manager, busy with writing out a receipt for Noah, mumbled "uh..what? Oh...no...neither. Older couple. Retired military I think."

Noah hid his disappointment, which only increased his longing for Curt.

"Oh, well that's nice. They'll be quiet I'm sure," Noah said.

As the manager turned to head back to his desk behind the counter, Noah volunteered to help, offering as Curt's "friend" and neighbor, to move his stuff and hold on to it for him in case he decided to return. Noah now knew that Curt hadn't said anything about Noah's stalking him to the apartment manager and felt safe in making the seemingly innocent and helpful offer of help.

He nodded happily at Noah's offer - that would save the apartment complex the large expense in moving his stuff out. He immediately gave Noah the key - and thanked him. Noah hid his excitement and reached for the key like it was sacred object that would unlock Curt's secrets, said he would have everything moved out of Curt's old apartment within two days - maybe sooner. He couldn't believe his luck - he would have the chance to explore Curt's apartment and take whatever he wanted that he left!

His heart beating wildly in in a mixture of fear and anticipation, Noah rushed back immediately to his apartment and then back downstairs to Curt's unit. Though he knew Curt was gone and not coming back - at least that was the message from the apartment manager, he still felt some apprehension as he walked up to Curt's door. Even in his absence, Noah was still intimidated by him. Noah also didn't know what he would do if Curt suddenly appeared on this very day he was in his apartment, despite what the manager said. What if Curt had changed his mind and came back to get his stuff? What if the manager got the information wrong? No - the manager seemed pretty certain and adamant he was coming back, or why would he give him Curt's apartment key?

But Noah felt a sense of guilt - not of stalking Curt with his camera over an entire year, but of being caught. If Curt did return unexpectedly right this moment, what would Noah say or do, after spying on him. What possible good reason could he give for being in his apartment now? He shuddered briefly thinking how Curt would be so enraged to probably kill him.

He calmed his nervousness and convinced himself that there was no way Curt would be returning now - not with a full month's rent now past due.

He entered the apartment, opening the door slowly. The manager said that no one had entered the unit for the past month since Curt left. Noah was nervous with anticipation entering his idol's home - the private sanctuary of the straight frat jock boy that he was never invited into during the entire year Curt lived there.

Despite those fears, Noah was excited to be in there - and the incredible opportunity for him to freely examine all of Curt's possessions just as he left it before his sudden departure a month earlier.

He stood at the doorway, and stared, before staking a few tentative steps entering the living room area. Noah's inhibitions vanished when he could smell the scent of Curt - the slight odor of deodorant he used mixed with slight odor of clean straight boy sweat that Noah always sniffed out when Curt would walk by. He remembered that smell when Curt would pass by him - though without ever saying hi or making any other acknowledgment. He videoed the living room and kitchen - wanting to capture it just as Curt left it.

He saved the bathroom - and bedroom for last, knowing that there would be, he hoped, more intimate things of Curt. He saw the unmade queen sized bed, still covered with the sheets and bed spread he left, though missing the pillows. Noah's eyes widened feeling overcome with l.u.s.t at seeing the very bed and sheets where the stud tirelessly f.u.c.k.e.d one girl after another throughout the year he lived there.

He closed his eyes imagining Curt's muscled bubble b.u.t.t, the two melon cheeks opening the crack and closing rapidly as he pounded relentlessly one p.u.s.s.y after another. His s.p.e.r.m had to be on this bed. His odor and sweat.

Still, Noah was first and foremost interested if there his own digital camera was among the things left in Curt's apartment - he hoped it was, afraid that the pictures left on the camera would be damning evidence against him for possible legal action. Unfortunately for Noah, no cameras or other electronic or digital type equipment was among the items Curt ended up abandoning. The furniture didn't amount to much - but he kept Curt's well used (and what looked to be a lot splatters of c.u.m stains) queen sized bed because he knew that was where he had f.u.c.k.e.d all those girls the past year and it was to Noah sort of e.r.o.t.i.c to have that artifact in his own apartment now - with the unchanged sheets and bed spread retaining the boy's scent - and Noah hoped his body sweat and stains.

He kept Curt's couch for a similar reason, thinking maybe he slept or sat on it n.a.k.e.d - maybe even masturbated. Definitely it was the place where the straight frat jock boy made out and probably had s.e.x with his numerous female groupies. Yeah, Noah conceded to himself it was creepy and his obsession over Curt seemed to get worse since he left - but no one else needed to know. And besides, he wasn't hurting anyone with this fetish and obsession of Curt.

The other furniture - desk and table, chairs - his small cheap array of kitchen appliances, cookware and utensils - he gave to Goodwill.

Curt had taken many of his clothes, personal bathroom items - but many clothes remained - many cotton dress shirts, t-shirts, some u.n.d.e.r.w.e.a.r and socks. Clean towels. He kept all of those as souvenirs. And most precious of all - to anyone who had a fetish for smelling the dirty u.n.d.e.r.w.e.a.r and socks of a beautiful straight boy - was a clothes hamper with a lid - that contained a pile of his dirty clothes that he didn't have time to wash before leaving. To Noah they were priceless items - almost like sacred religious relics.

Three pairs of dirty boxer b.r.i.e.f.s (blue, black and one white) two pairs of plaid boxers, five pairs of dirty white - and also black - gym socks, 1 pair of jeans, three dirty t-shirts and 1 cotton dress type shirt and a balled up wash cloth that had a strong starchy odor (that Noah later determined was used by Curt to wipe his spooge off his d.i.c.k after masturbating sometime before he left). The u.n.d.e.r.w.e.a.r had strong musky crotch odors - some piss odors and the typical male ball sweat smell - and a strong b.u.t.t crack odor - but no other stains. The dirty socks had an intense sour smell. The boy - Noah noted - was a clean straight boy.

While others might thing the obsession for even Curt's dirty clothes might be a strange fetish, for Noah it was looking putting his nose right there where the material clung to on Curt's beautiful s.e.xy body that he had no hope of ever touching. So for Noah this was the next best thing. Noah would get off sniffing Curt's dirty clothes while looking at the video he took on that last day he saw him outside on his patio recliner n.a.k.e.d and passed out - before all hell broke loose. He still had his dark fantasies imagining Curt tied up - at his mercy - and being edged, milked and tormented endlessly, his fingers tickling his taint and then pushing into what he knew was a v.i.r.g.i.n tight a.s.s hole. He wondered if any of his female partners ever touched and entered that forbidden hairy tight portal. Probably not. He knew now that fantasy would never come true - not that there was any hope that it would have even if Curt hadn't moved out.

He wondered where he was, though he knew given the circ.u.mstances that he would never actually see him again. But he had hundreds of videos clips, thousands of pictures of Curt without his shirt. But that precious short video of him n.a.k.e.d passed out on his patio recliner just before his the digital camera fell from his grasp and woke the boy that contained over a hundred other clips and a thousand pictures were lost forever to Noah. When the camera fell from his hands onto the stomach of the sleeping boy below, waking him, Noah knew those pictures and video on that camera were lost to him forever. He could only imagine what Curt would do with them - his first reaction when seeing some of the images after the camera fell on him was pure rage - and caused him to move. Noah shuddered at the thought of Curt coming after him.

But even that wasn't going to happen now. He would never see him again. Noah sighed as he sniffed Curt's dirty u.n.d.e.r.w.e.a.r that he had left behind that retained an overpowering pungent smell of his idol. It was incredible for Noah to be holding those garments, to know what Curt smelled like. His idol. His obsession.

God I wish I could see Curt again Noah thought.