"Are you sure he's not remember any of this?" Billy asked.
"Not a chance," Paul said confidently, lapping every last drop of boy juice off Josh's body. "That last beer had a roofie in it. And I gave him a Viagra when you were taking a piss earlier. Told him it was an aspirin. What a doof. Poor little Joshie's gonna be one sore mother-fucker later, but he won't know what the hell happened to him."
Then a strange, twisted idea hit Paul and he turned to Billy and whispered it in his ear. Billy smiled. Paul always had the best plans.
Billy took the video camera into the family room where Josh's various (and many) trophies were displayed in a wood and glass cabinet. He shot each shelf and then turned the camera off. He opened the cabinet and removed the trophies, setting them down on the floor. Then Paul came in with Josh. The muscle relaxants and roofie had combined to turn Josh's legs into jello so Paul had to sling the naked, hunky teen over his shoulder and carry him into the family room. He propped him up against the cabinet and arranged the trophies all around him. They pulled the briefs gag from Josh's mouth. Josh stirred a bit.
"Wassup?" he barely managed to get out.
"Nothing, buddy. You're dreaming," Paul said. He took the fresh pair of briefs Billy had found and slipped them up over Josh's round, tight ass. He gave his balls a squeeze. "Howya doing, buddy?"
Josh looked up at him. His eyes were unfocused and vacant and he had the cutest, stupidest, and giddiest smile on his face. And his briefs were beginning to bulge. Obviously the Viagra had kicked in as well. "I feel gooooood....."
Paul smiled and turned on the camera. "Okay Joshie. Why don't you tell me about all these trophies here?"
Josh picked up the one nearest to him and looked at it. His actions were slow and deliberate and he talked really slowly. "Well. This is from when I was in Little League and I won the MVP." He put it down and picked up another. "This is from last year when we won our division in football and I was MVP." He looked quizzically into the camera and laughed. "I've been MVP a lot!"
"More like MFA," Paul said.
"MFA?" Josh repeated. "What's that?"
"Most Fuckable Ass," Paul replied.
Josh covered his mouth with one hand and pointed at Paul with the other, suppressing a laugh. "You said a swear!"
Paul and Billy couldn't help but bust up laughing. Josh sounded like a five year old and, on top of that, just a few minutes ago he himself was cursing like a sailor.
They continued to film Josh in his fucked up state describing each trophy. This was some good shit and would undoubtedly sell well online. When they were satisfied with the footage they put every trophy back into its exact location, thanks to the footage they'd shot. All but one: last year's MVP trophy. Paul had special plans for that one.
He helped Josh up to his feet and walked him back to his parents' room, grabbing his ass and cupping his big balls all the way. He laid him back down on the bed, lifted his hips and lowered his underwear down to his hips. Josh's erect dick popped up, a few droplets of jism hitting Billy and Paul. For a teenager Josh had an impressive cock. It was about 8 inches long, thick, and had a nice-sized head. His prick bush was light, like his hair, and his legs were coated with very fine dusting of hair.
"Nice," Billy said, admiring the delirious young football quarterback.
Paul put his fist around Josh's cock and slowly began to masturbate him, slowly moving it up and down and twisting it back and forth. Josh was moaning, but thanks to the cum-soaked briefs they'd shoved back into his mouth, the moans weren't very audible.
Even though Josh had cum a few minutes earlier, because he was young and hung, Paul and Billy were pretty sure he'd also be full of cum. And they weren't wrong. Within five minutes the kid was shooting his load like a champ. This time, though, Paul grasped Josh's cock and aimed it into the trophy.
Paul could tell that Billy was pretty boned up so he had him shoot into the trophy as well and then contributed his own load. After they made Josh cum one more time (into the trophy which, of course, was all caught on video) Paul sent back Billy to his house to get a large beach towel which they put it under Josh so as not to soil his parents' bedding. With the camera on and zoomed in, they slowly poured the trophy cup, full of cum, all over Josh's naked torso, neck and face.
"You're too cool," Billy said, completely awestruck. "This is some great shit!"
"Hey, I've had plenty of practice," Paul confessed.
"What do you mean?" Billy asked. They completely ignored poor cum-dripping Josh.
"Geez, when I was in college... during Spring Break guy were such easy pickings. It was so fuckin' easy to slip a guy a roofie, walk away with him, and fuck him silly. You should see the collection of pictures, video and, not to forget underwear, that I have!"
"Really?" Billy asked incredulously, his camera still zoomed in on Paul's face. "Tell me about one. Any guy. It'll be like ‘The Real World' or one of those true confession shows."
Paul smiled and rolled his eyes and thought for a minute. "Okay, okay. Two years ago... yeah... two years ago in PB... that's Pacific Beach for anybody watching this..." he said, explaining. "Anyway, a group of us went to the PB Bar & Grill. It was Spring Break, of course, and it was wall-to-wall people. There was this guy, some fuckin' hot kid who was just wearing board shorts and sandals and showing like 3 inches of Fruit of the Looms... I got this thing for tighty whities, okay? Anyway, he was with his friends and I was with my friends and we were all talking and drinking and getting hammered. Except me, or course. I was scoping the place out. Not drinking as much as everybody thought I was. So, I start talking to this kid about surfing and shit and he's like totally eating it up. And we start talking about all the hot chicks. And he keeps grabbing his dick saying how fuckin' horny he is and how he can't wait to get laid. Shit... if I wasn't sober I'd fucked him right there. He was here from Vegas, but he totally looked like a California Beach Bum. You know the type... tanned, blond streaked hair... But anyway, I keep buying him beers and we keep talking and our friends are leaving and shit and we're like, ‘oh, go on, we'll catch up in a minute,' and when he goes to take a piss I slip a roofie into his beer. It was so easy. I'd already got a room down the street. You know, I just had this feeling I was gonna score. So, after he comes back and we have another beer, he all of a sudden starts to feel all tired and shit so I ask him where he's staying and he tells me that he and his buddies got some place on Cass and I go ahead and lie and say ‘hey, that's right by where I'm staying, I'll walk with you.' I told him I was from Arizona. So, we start walking and we pass my place. He's really fucked up now and keeps stopping to rest, so I ask him if he just wants to come up to my place to chill for a few before he heads back to his hotel. He says ‘ok' and we go inside. He sits down on the bed falls flat on his back. Out like a light. Well, not out, but out of it. You know... fucked up. I talk to him and he can't even carry on a conversation. I had my digital camera and my video camera and I set it up on the tripod. I shucked his shorts and took plenty of pictures. Shit, that kid looked fuckin' hot in his underwear. Even better than Josh here. If I had a bod like that I'd be a model. Anyway, I get him all hard in those nice whites he's wearing, take more pictures then strip him. Shit, I milked three loads, at LEAST, outta him, and fed him at least three of mine. For a straight boy, he could sure suck cock. Anyway, when I was done with the pictures I fucked the shit out of. Well, not literally. But you know. He was crying and shit because it hurt and he's all ‘I'm straight, dude, I'm straight', but man... you don't EVER accept a drink from a stranger! I figure he had to learn his lesson. I was just being a Good Samaritan. And he was so hot! So fuckin' hot! I'm not gonna give out the name of the website I posted the original pictures to, but let me just say, his pictures somehow have found their way all OVER the Net. Mostly the nudes shot. Must be just the fetishists like me who like the undies shots, but Andreas... yeah, that was his name. Andreas. What a stud-puppy. Anyway, getting back to the story.... I hightailed it outta there as soon as I was done. I'd paid for the room with cash and a fake name so there was no way he'd ever be able to find me. I only wish I was around to see the look on his face in the morning. I even took his underwear! But I bet you a million bucks he never told anybody what happened. He probably told his buddies that he banged some chick and stayed at her place that night. Oh well. Is that good enough? Is our little interview over? Because, hello? Look at the hottie on the bed behind us?
Both Billy and Paul turned to the bed. Josh was lying back, snoozing, looking quite fuckable in his Old Navys.
"We'd better clean him up," Paul said. Grabbing two washcloths from the bathroom and getting them wet. They slowly wiped the cum from Josh. Then they slid his briefs back up.
"How many loads we get from him?" Billy asked.
"Uh, counting the first one in his underwear... three, I think. I lost count."
"Mmmm... do you think he has any more?" Billy asked.
"Billy... he's sixteen. When I was sixteen I could come till the cows came home," Paul said.
"I never understood that expression," Billy said. "Till the cows came home. What's up with that?"
"Fuck you," Paul said. "All I'm saying is that it's still early and I know Josh isn't finished giving it up. Shit, I've only given up one load."
"Yeah, me too, and I still haven't fucked him yet!"
"And you're not gonna fuck him," Paul said.
"Why not?" Billy questioned.
Paul shook his head in exasperation. "Because, he'll know something happened if you shove that fat cock of yours up his tight ass. Why do you think I used that thin dildo before? I say we keep using it and keep his fuck nut all buzzed with it.'
"I guess you're right," Billy conceded.
"You know I'm right," Paul said. "Plus, just think about this: Josh already thinks we're cool because we let him drink. I mean, look at this place. His parents are like fuckin' Puritans. The poor kid never had a beer before today! You just know he's gonna be comin' to us in the future to score for him or to spend the night after a party or something."
"So we can ease him into little by little," Billy said.
"Sorta. Yeah. We'll just have to see how the next time goes, and you know there's gonna be a next time. I'd love to see him stoned and on E, lower his inhibitions. Slip in a porno... make some subtle moves on him and see what happens.... how he responds. I bet you a million to one if we did that he'd end up doing ‘gay' things." Paul used finger quotes around the word ‘gay'.
Billy laughed and groped at his crotch.
Paul continued. "And can you just imagine Little Joshie Christian's guilt over that? He'd probably be doing Hail Mary's or whatever the fuck they do... cryin' and askin' us for forgiveness. Shit man, this is making me hard! Where's that fuckin' dildo?"
Billy took the dildo and found a larger one in Paul's bag. They greased the thin dildo with the cum-soaked washcloths and slowly inserted it back into Josh's ass. As the teen moaned in pain, Billy lifted his head and gave him snorts of poppers.
Paul lowered Josh's briefs and slipped them off. He wanted these ones to stay clean. Then he flipped the dildo on and watched as the kid's cock suddenly started twitching and bobbing all on its own.
"Unnnhhhggghhh.... oooooohhhh......" Josh moaned, his prostate being pleasured. He was drooling and his moans were getting so loud that Paul had Billy run out and turn up the volume on the TV. When Billy returned Paul took the bigger dildo, also a vibrator, put it into his mouth and turned it on.
"Aaaggghhhhhhhhh..." Josh gurgled. Paul and Billy cracked up.
"Whoah! Watch it!" Billy cried out. "Here comes Old Faithful!" Josh's dick shot another load and Paul quickly grabbed the kid's dick and aimed it at his face. Josh shot seven streams of jot jizz onto his own face. Some went up his nose and some got into his mouth. Billy was right there with the camera, making a Kodak moment.
For the next two hours, until the drugs began to wear off, they used and abused poor Josh. He was photographed in one obscene pose after another. Other pictures showed him being all cuddly with the guys.
When they felt that Josh was starting to come around, the redressed him in the same clothes he had been wearing (except for the briefs, of course). They put him back into the recliner and sat down and watched TV. A little while later Josh opened his eyes and began to mumble.
"What happened," he managed to get out.
"I think we let you drink too much, buddy," Paul said, apologizing. "Sorry."
Josh waved his hand. "S'all aright."
"How ya feeling?"
"Tired. Beat." He looked at the clock. It was already 6:30 p.m. "Man, did I pass out for that long?"
"Yeah," Billy said. "You were pretty wasted." "And I don't think you shoulda taken those muscle relaxants with the beer. That was my bad. Again," Paul said, apologizing once more.
Josh flopped his head back. "That's what musta did it," he said, things beginning to make sense in his head. "I'd hate to think I was a light-weight or something. Hey, I didn't say or do anything stupid, did I?"
"Nah," Paul said. "We just let you snooze away. You didn't move a muscle."
"I'm sorry guys. Maybe we can do this again some time?" he asked, practically begging.
Paul pretended to act strict. "Well, we wouldn't want your parents to find out or get you in trouble, you know. But if you want, you can always stay at my place. The fence between our places is pretty high and the yards are big. You could park in the garage and your parents'll think you're staying wherever you tell ‘em."
Josh smiled. "Cool. They're so freakin' strict with me. I mean, they only let me start dating this summer. But you guys are cool. Thanks."
"Any time, man," Paul said, Billy nodding. "Any time."
"You know, I hate to be rude and stuff, but I'm beat and I got school tomorrow. I know it's way early, but would you guys mind if we called it a night? I wanna get to bed."
"Don't worry about it," Paul said. "You need a hand with anything?"
Josh looked around the room. "Just make sure there's no empties around or I'll be dead."
"You got it, pal," Paul said. "Sleep well." He and Billy picked up the room and headed back to Paul's house where they uploaded picture after picture onto his computer and then viewed the video.
They couldn't believe their eyes. They could make a mint off Josh if they posted the pictures and video to the right website. They were both so turned on that they spent the next two hours fucking each other before Billy went back to his place.
The next morning at 7:00 a.m. Paul was just getting back from his morning run. He knew Josh was up and getting ready for school and couldn't resist the urge to go over and check out his latest handiwork. He walked on over and knocked on the door. When Josh didn't come to the door he banged harder and kept banging until it opened. Josh was standing there, still dressed in the same clothes he was wearing the day before, hair all messed up, rubbing his eyes.
"Hey buddy," Paul said. "You're gonna be late for school."
Josh shook his head. "I'm not feelin' so good. I called the school and told ‘em I was sick."
"That was probably a good idea," Paul said. "Pardon my French, but you look like shit, my friend."
Josh chuckled. "Yeah, and it's all your fault."
"Hey man, you were the one who wanted to try it," Paul said defensively.
Josh reached out and playfully punched Paul's shoulder. "I know, I know. I was just kidding. I think I'm just hung over. One too many."
"Just one?" Paul joked. "What time do your parents get in? I mean, I hope you're feeling better by then. I don't want them to suspect anything."
"They just called, which is the only reason I even woke up. They're staying until tomorrow morning."
"Okay," Paul said, turning to leave. "Well, I was just checking to make sure you were okay. I'll go and let you get some more beauty sleep. You could sure use it."
"Ha, ha," Josh said.
"Just give me a holler if you need anything," Paul said, leaving.
Josh stopped him. "Hey, you know, I'm still really sore. Do you have any more of those muscle relaxants?"
"Muscle relaxants? Sure. Let me run over and get you some."
"Thanks," Josh said. "Just come on in when you get ‘em."
Paul couldn't help but smile as he practically skipped back to his house. Josh Larson, Round Two was coming up. The kid's parents were out of town until tomorrow morning and he'd just asked for more ‘muscle relaxants.' "Oh yeah," Paul muttered to himself. "I'll get you some muscle relaxants."
Paul poured a glass of juice and dropped a roofie into it. Might as well be neighborly, he figured. After all, Josh would need something to wash down those muscle relaxants. He went back to the Larson's house and walked in. Josh was lying on the couch, flipping through the channels.
"Here buddy," Paul said, handing him the muscle relaxants and the glass of juice. "I figured I'd be nice and pour you some juice, too. Don't worry... it's alcohol free."
Josh smiled. "Thanks, man." He tossed the pills in his mouth and downed the juice in one gulp. "How long before they kick in?"
Paul checked his watch. "Oh, I'd say twenty minutes or so. But you should go to bed, man. You're gonna be pretty out of it, what with still being so soar and all. And tired."
"In a minute," Josh said, turning the TV to Sportscenter. "I missed the scores of the games yesterday. "Wanna stay a while?"
"Sure," Paul said. He wasn't about to turn down THAT invitation. "But I can't stay too long." Man, it was easy to lie!
"Thanks," Josh said.
Paul's dick was hard as a rock and he couldn't wait for the roofie to kick in. Another session with Josh! Shit! How lucky could a guy get! He pretended to pay attention to what was on TV, all the while watching Josh out of the corner of his eye. Sure enough, Josh's eyes were getting heavier and heaver. He dropped the remote.
"Josh?" Paul called. Then again more loudly. He shook his shoulder.
"Hmmmnnn?" Josh mumbled. The kid was out of it. He slipped a Viagra into his mouth and gave him a swallow of water to help it down. Even though he and Billy had taken plenty of pictures and video yesterday, Paul figured you could never get enough. He ran back to his house and threw everything back into the gym back. Back at Josh's house nothing had changed. The drugged up hottie was still lying on the couch, totally out of it.
Paul set up the video camera and gazed down at Josh. He lifted his eyelid. His eye was rolled up. Oh yeah, snooze city. He grabbed the sides of Josh's track pants like he did the day before and stripped them away. There was something so exhilarating about that. He heard once that some college basketball player who usually rode the bench got called in with something like 30 seconds to go in the game. The guy stripped off his track pants and the whole gymnasium went wild with laughter because the guy wasn't wearing basketball shorts – he was wearing just his briefs. Shit, any opportunity to strip down a hot guy... He pulled Josh's jersey up over his head and tugged down his boxers. Josh looked so yummy in his Old Navy tighty whities. Paul put his face to Josh's big crotch and just nuzzled it. Mmmm.... yesterday's smells... He reached up and gently roiled the drugged teen's titties, eliciting soft moans from him.
"Yeah, Joshie... remember yesterday? Well, how about we do it all over again?"
Josh didn't respond so Paul took it as a yes. He slipped his index fingers under the leg band of Josh's briefs and slid it into his asshole. Josh opened his eyes and started to open his mouth to cry out, but Paul had a bottle of poppers ready and waiting and he gave Josh a nice snort.
"Ooohhhh....ohhhh.... mmmmmnnnn..." Josh moaned. Shit. This kid sounded like a virgin on prom night. If Paul felt any semblance of guilt over what he was doing, it wasn't evident. Sure, he considered Josh a friend and liked the him, but damn! The kid was like the hottest stud in town! Totally fuckable and that's exactly what Paul was NOT about to pass up. When would he ever get this chance again?
"Ohhhhh..... ohhhh..." Josh continued to moan and Paul kept playing with his body.
"Today my friend, I think I'm gonna teach you the fine art of cock sucking.
To be continued...
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