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Getting Into Preacher Boy's Pants - Part 4

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Tuesday afternoon after school Paul saw Josh in his backyard trimming the bushes and edging the area around the patio. He went to the fence separating the two properties and called the teen over. He could see the reluctance on Josh's face, but he came over.

"You ready for Friday night, buddy?" Paul asked casually, aware that Josh's parents were just yards away on their back patio firing up the grill.

"I'm not your buddy," Josh whispered defiantly.

Paul let the comment roll off his back. "Well, I have a tape that says you are, so unless you want your family and friends watching you do un-Christian acts, you're gonna be my buddy and do what I say. Understand?"

A crest-fallen look came across Josh's face and he nodded.

"That's better," Paul said. "See how much easier things are when you listen to me? Now I want you to tell me about the guys coming over Friday night after the game."

"Okay, okay..." Josh said in a hushed tone, looking over his shoulder. His parents were looking over and Paul waved.

"Hi Mr. and Mrs. Larson!" he called out cheerfully. "Nice day, huh?" They exchanged pleasantries for a few moments and then Paul turned his attention back to Josh.

"You were saying?"

"Ryan Patterson. He goes to our church. He's a junior like me. He's 16, too, but he'll be 17 in March. I won't be 17 until July. He's on the water polo team and the swim team."

Paul was making notes on a pad. "Go on," he said. "Describe him."

"I don't know..." Josh said. "Maybe 5'10 or 5'11. Kinda skinny. He's in good shape. He's got light brown hair and um, green eyes. Yeah... green eyes."

Paul nodded. "Next?"

"Justin Diehl. He's 18 and on the football team with me. Tony is, too. Justin's about 6'4 and let's see, I'm 175 pounds so he's gotta be at least 200 or 210. He's pretty big... brown hair but he gets it highlighted. And he has brown eyes, too. He's a big partier and he always has a new girlfriend. Oh, he's got some scouts from USC, SDSU and UCLA lookin' at him."

"Good to know," Paul said. "And Tony?"

"Tony Hall. He's 18, too, and on the team. He and Justin are seniors. He's almost as tall as Justin and weighs just about the same. He's part Italian and he's got black hair and brown eyes. His dad's American and his mom's Italian. He and Justin are best friends and hang out all the time."

Paul finished taking notes. "Excellent," he said. "Now listen carefully, Josh. Did you tell them about Friday night?"

"Yeah," Josh replied. "I told them I knew some guys who live by me who were gonna have a party. They all wanna come."

"Even Ryan? I thought he went to your church?"

"Ryan gets teased sometimes because his dad's a pastor, too. He's my dad's assistant. They call him a goody-goody and he wants to show everybody that he's not. But he's a good guy. Just ‘cuz he doesn't play football doesn't mean anything."

Paul made a mental note to figure out something special for Ryan. "How do Justin and Tony get along with Ryan?"

"Oh, they've gone to all the same schools growing up. In fact, their moms are all friends and they get along pretty good."

"Good," Paul said, nodding again. "I think Friday night will be fun."

"What're you gonna do?" Josh asked.

Paul smirked. "Well, I might as well tell you. We're gonna get ‘em all drunk and have some fun. But we're gonna make sure you stay sober ‘cuz you're gonna be the one who's gonna have the fun."

Josh's eyes narrowed. "Whattaya mean, me? What'm I supposed to do?"

"Not much," Paul said, lying. "We're just gonna watch some movies and play some drinking games. Don't worry, I'll make sure you don't get anything with alcohol in it. But you have to pretend that you're drinking. That's very, very important. You have to act like you're getting drunk, too. Understand?"

"No."

Paul shook his head. "Come on, Josh, think! Once the guys are drunk and we've slipped them a little bit of extra stuff, you're gonna suggest that you all play strip poker."

"Strip poker!" Josh almost yelled. He quickly lowered his voice. "That's totally gay! They'll never go for it."

"Oh believe me," Paul said. "Once we give your friends the stuff they're gonna be like putty. They'll do whatever you say. And you're gonna suggest strip poker. Or Quarters. I'll let it be your call, got it?"

Josh hung his head. "Yeah, I got it."

"Oh, and Josh...? Make sure you're not wearing boxers. Briefs. White briefs."

"You're kidding, right?" he asked. "The guys'll laugh at me."

"So they'll laugh. I don't care. You just do as I tell you, okay?"

"Okay," Josh said softly, resigned to his fate.

Paul continued. "And if someone just happens to pass out, well, I want you to suggest that the rest of you guys goof on him."

"Goof on him? Whattaya mean?"

"Play tricks on him," Paul said. "You know, shaving cream in the hand, pulling his pants down, posing him. Maybe you can stick your ass next to his face."

Josh shook his head. "That's so gay!"

Paul was starting to get pissed but he kept his temper in check. "Look Josh. I'm calling the shots here, understand? ‘Cuz I can mail out those tapes any time, so don't fuck with me on this." Clearly his words had the desired impact because Josh immediately straightened up and looked him in the eyes.

"Yeah, I get it. When someone passes out I'm gonna suggest that we fool around with him. I got it."

"Now, you covered about Friday night? Where you'll be staying?"

"Yeah, I'm telling my mom and dad that I'm staying over at Justin's. They won't check."

"Good," Paul said, silently pleased. "You'll have fun. Trust me."

"Can I go now? Please?" Josh asked. Another person came out onto the patio and was talking with Josh's parents. He looked to be in his mid-20s. Paul was intrigued.

"In a minute, buddy," he said, distractedly. "Who's that with your mom and dad?"

Josh turned around to look and gave a quick wave. "Oh, that's Derek Fullerton. He's the youth pastor and he heads up the church basketball team, too. Justin and Tony play on it with me. It's the only way they'll go to church." No sooner had he spoken the words than he knew he'd made a serious error. "You're not gonna...."

"Never you mind, Josh. Don't worry about it," Paul said. "You just go and have a nice dinner."

As Paul watched Josh saunter back to the patio, his nice tight ass swaggering just so, he couldn't take his eyes off of Derek Fullerton. From what he could see, the guy was a couple inches taller than Josh and looked to be in his mid-20s. He had to find out more. He called Josh back.

"Oh hey, Josh! One more thing!" Josh came back.

"Tell me about Mr. Fullerton."

"Whattaya wanna know?" Josh asked, knowing full well what Paul wanted to know.

"What's his story?" Paul asked.

Josh explained that Derek Fullerton was 28 years old and had been wild growing up. He went into the Marines to avoid a life of nothingness and just before he got out he "found" God. He went from partying every weekend and banging every chick in site, to devoting his life to ministry. From what Paul learned from Josh, Derek Fullerton had a girlfriend but apparently hadn't had sex or a drink of alcohol since he changed his life almost seven years earlier. Shit... seven years without sex. The guy HAD to be horny! Paul knew what he had to do.

Friday night finally came and Paul and Billy had pulled out all the stops. They made sure they had plenty of booze, porn and some joints, just in case anybody wanted to smoke. Knowing teenaged boys, they'd be chomping at the bit.

Around 11:00 p.m. the guys arrived. They'd won the game and were pretty pumped. Billy came out with beers for everybody, already opened and spiked with just a bit of GHB.

Ryan looked a little nervous since he'd only drank a few times, but Josh did his as he'd been instructed and put the teen at ease. They all picked up their beers and clinked them in a celebratory toast. As he took a drink, Josh realized his was sparkling apple cider. He made sure not to let on.

Justin looked over at Tony and Tony nodded. "Hey, Paul," Justin said. "Tony and I are goin' to another party tomorrow night. Would you buy for us?"

"Sure," Paul said. "Whattaya want?"

Justin ticked off a list of alcohol and Paul nodded. "Sure, why don't you guys come over around 6:00 p.m. and I'll have it here for you?"

"Cool, thanks," Justin said.

"Yeah," Tony agreed.

"Now, how about some porn?" Paul suggested, opening a cabinet to a whole shelf of pornographic videos. Justin and Tony were on their feet instantly, checking out each title while Ryan nursed his GHB-laced beer and Josh did his best to not let on that he knew more than he did.

Two more drug-laced beers later, one shared joint, and the porno was just ending. Paul nodded to Josh. He could tell just by looking at Justin, Tony and Ryan that the three boys were under the influence of both the GHB and the beer.

"How about we play Quarters?" Josh suggested, nervously looking around.

"Fuck yeah, that'd be great," Justin said, and Tony agreed.

Ryan looked confused. "What's Quarters?" he asked sheepishly.

Paul sat next to the buzzing young teen and explained the game to him. "See, you take a shot glass and bounce a quarter onto the table. If it lands in the glass, the person to your right has to drink a shot. Got it?" Ryan nodded and smiled.

They all sat at the dining room table and Paul set out six shot glasses. He and Billy were pretty good at Quarters so they made sure to sit to the left of Tony and Justin. They also were in charge of the booze. Jack Daniels laced with GHB. Paul would pour the Jack for Ryan, Justin and Tony, while Billy would pour apple cider for Josh, himself and Paul. They also had Josh sit on Ryan's left, instructing him to miss as much as he could. They didn't want Ryan too drunk. Yet. Their main focus right now was Justin and Tony. Especially Justin. At the right time, a roofie would be slipped into his drink.

So there they were at the table. Josh, Ryan, Paul, Justin, Billy, and Tony. Justin and Tony weren't in any condition to get quarter into the glass and as a result, Josh and Billy didn't have to drink much and when they did, it was apple juice. On the other hand, Billy and Paul rarely missed and Justin and Tony, amid the random curse, were downing shots left and right. Josh missed about two-thirds of the time, but Ryan was still drinking enough to keep him nice and impaired. Compared to Justin and Tony, though, he was sober. The two older teens were well on their way to getting sloshed. But they were enjoying it, all giddy and talkative. Especially Justin. The kid could talk and talk and talk. He had everybody so distracted by the stories he was telling that he didn't realize it when Paul dropped the roofie into his shot. He just downed the shot and continued to talk.

The game went on for a couple more rounds, delayed continually by Justin's drunken stories. He was pretty funny and animated. He talked with his hands a lot, using wide gestures. He obviously wasn't feeling any pain. His words were slurred and his movements awkward and clumsy. By the time it was his turn, his head was down on the table.

"Yo Justin!" Tony called out. Justin lifted his head wearily and then fell back into his chair, passed out.

"Mmm... looks like Justin's passed out," Paul said.

"What a lightweight," Tony said, laughing.

Paul kicked Josh under the table and gave him a knowing look.

"I have an idea," Josh said. "Why don't we goof on him?"

"Goof on him?" Tony asked.

"Sure," Paul said. "Play some tricks on him. You know... hand in warm water, shaving cream in the hand and tickling his nose. Or you could do other stuff."

"Like what?" Tony asked.

Tony and Ryan would be drunk and drugged enough to be amenable to Paul's plan without questioning it and he knew it. "We could pants him and take some pictures of him. Whattaya think, Josh? Sound like a good idea?"

Josh, the only sober teen at the table blinked quickly. "Yyyeahh...sh.. shh.. sure," he stammered. "It'd be cool."

"Let's do it," Tony said, laughing. "I can't believe Justin wussed out first. What a pussy! I can't wait to razz him tomorrow!"

"I know," Paul said. "Let's take him to my room and put him on my bed. We could put him in a bunch of embarrassing positions and stuff. Wouldn't that be funny, Josh? We could even take pictures." The boys were unaware that their whole evening was already being videotaped with hidden cameras.

Again Josh was forced to agree. Together they dragged the passed out Justin to Paul's bedroom and flopped him down on the bed.

"Okay, Josh, you do the honors," Paul said.

"What?" Josh asked, his voice tinged with nervousness.

"I mean, you strip him," Paul said. Tony and Ryan just stood by and giggled.

"I ain't goin' past his underwear," Josh said.

Billy spoke up quickly. "Why would we do that? That'd be queer." He looked around carefully and saw that Tony and Ryan were nodding in agreement.

Josh was about to undo Justin's jeans when he noticed Billy had picked up a video camera and was in the process of filming him. "Wait..." he said. "What're you doin'?"

"We'll show it to Justin later. You know, to embarrass him," Billy explained quickly. Again Tony and Ryan seemed to think it was a good idea.

Josh glared at Billy and then at Paul. He couldn't believe he was being made to strip one of his best friends. He undid Justin's jeans and started to lower them. Ryan and Tony lifted Justin's hips so Josh could get the jeans down past his nice bubble butt. He pulled them down to his knees and stopped.

"Okay," Paul said. "Mmm... why don't you put his hand on his dick?" Josh rolled his eyes but obeyed. "Now... Ryan, Tony... why don't you guys pull up his shirt and pretend like you're suckin' on his titties."

"Eww..." Tony said. Ryan, however, was already in the process of pulling Justin's t-shirt up.

"Aw, it's only pretend," Paul said. "Josh doesn't mind, do you Josh?" Josh shook his head. "Why don't you help Tony with that shirt, Josh?"

Together Josh and Tony and Ryan got Justin's t-shirt up and tucked under his armpits. Justin was wearing plaid boxers and didn't look half bad in them. Being on the football team had kept his big boy body in shape.

Paul excused himself and said he'd be right back. He came back a minute later holding a tray with shots for everybody.

"Okay guys," Paul said, handing each another shot. "One more down the hatch and then let's mess around with ol' Justin here."

The guys downed their shots. Paul looked over at Josh and noticed the look on his face. This time he'd been given Jack Daniels like the other guys, and it was laced with a bit of GHB. Paul had determined that Tony would be next and had spiked his shot with a roofie.

"All right, boys," Paul said. "Get to work there. Pretend you're suckin' on Justin titties. Then we'll pose him and shit, okay?" Ryan and Tony laughed and did as Paul said. They even went as far as lick the dazed stud's rubbery little nipples. They laughed harder when they heard Justin moan.

"Oh shit," Tony laughed. "Is he gettin' off on this or something?"

"He might be," Billy said, still filming. "Does Justin have a girlfriend?"

"Yeah," Tony said. "But they broke up."

"Mmmm... and he's moaning when you touch his titties. Maybe..."

"Maybe he's a closet fag!" Ryan laughed, the GHB clearly clouding his mind.

"Fag or not, let's get to work," Paul said. "Josh, why don't you turn Justin over and put the pillow under him like he's humpin' it." The guys giggled again at the idea. Josh rolled his passed out friend onto his stomach, turning his head to the side to ensure his airways were unimpeded, and slid the pillow under him.

"You know what would be really funny," Paul said, his hand on his chin.

"What," Tony asked, his voice slightly slurred. The roofie was just starting to take effect.

"Josh, you should drop your pants and put your butt next to Justin's face like he's kissing your ass or something."

Again Tony and Ryan giggled. Josh reluctantly dropped his cargo shorts to his ankles. Just as he'd been instructed, he wasn't wearing boxers, just his Old Navy briefs. He was thankful that Tony was too blitzed to tease him. He went to the bed and put his butt next to Justin's face like he'd been instructed. Billy was still filming and now Paul had a Polaroid camera.

"What're you doin'?" Josh asked, reaching down to pull his shorts up.

"We gotta give him some kind of souvenir. Whattaya think Tony? Should we take some polaroids, too?"

"Fuckin' yeah!" he said loudly. Too loudly.

Paul lifted the camera and aimed. "Go ahead and take your shirt off, Josh," he suggested. It might as well have been an order because Josh knew there was no way out of it. He obeyed and stripped his shirt off. After all, what choice did he have?

"It looks like he's kissing your ass!" Tony laughed, pointing. The teen was blitzed and obviously feeling no pain. Ryan was busting up, too.

Tony, though, was really feeling his roofie now and sat down on the bed. His eyes were all droopy and he was swaying back and forth.

"What's with you?" Ryan asked. "Don't tell me you're gonna pass out, too?!" No sooner had the words left his lips and Tony slumped over.

Paul smiled. Things were going just as planned. "You know what..." he started to say.

"...we should goof on him, too!" Ryan cried out, interrupting him, and finishing his sentence. He couldn't stop laughing. "We can put him on toppa Justin like they're doin' it or somethin'." He started to undo Tony's pants. "Here, let me get his pants off."

Mmm... Paul thought to himself. Ryan didn't seem to need any prompting at all. Either he was a prankster or the GHB and booze were bringing out a hidden side to him. Regardless, he was next.

"Anybody for more shots?" Paul asked.

"Me!" Ryan said, raising his hand. The kid who'd been so shy and inexperienced earlier in the evening was now one of the last men standing and acting like a pro.

"How about you, Josh?" Paul asked. "Ready for another?"

"I guess," Josh said, trying to sound cheerful.

As Paul poured the next round of shots he added a few more drops of GHB to Josh's. The kid was too tense and needed to get happy. He also put a roofie into Ryan's drink. Time for night night Ryan Baby! He carried them back to the boys.

By now Ryan had Tony stripped completely down to his boxers. The yellow Joe Boxer ones with the big smiley face on the crotch. He looked at the young man, at his olive-skinned body. He was hairier than Justin's, but it looked like Justin hit the gym harder because he had more definition in his chest and abs. He gave Josh and Ryan their shots and told them to drink.

Ryan handed back his shot glass, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand. It would only be a matter of minutes now before the kid dropped. "Don't forget to take the pictures," he said, drunkenly and loud.

"Why don't you start posing them, Ryan. Just do what you feel like," Paul urged the spaced out stud.

"Okie dokey," Ryan said, giggling uncontrollably. "Juss watch thisss...."

As Ryan was starting to pose Tony, Paul stepped in and put his arm around his shoulder. "Hey, Ryan, you know what we should do? We should pull Justin's boxers down in the back and then pull Tony's dick through the slit in his boxers. Then we can turn their bodies back to front so it'll look like Tony's about to do Justin in the butt."

Ryan laughed but Josh didn't look amused. Between the booze, GHB and roofie, Paul was surprised Ryan was still standing, but he knew it wouldn't be for much longer. What did surprise him was how bitter Josh still seemed despite the GHB. Well, they were just going to have to deal with that later. He watched with amusement as Ryan tried to position the two larger boys.

Paul decided to apply the peer pressure. "Whattaya say, Josh... why don't you give Ryan here a hand?"

Even with the GHB taking effect, Josh tried to refuse. "Nah... I don't think so," he said.

"Come on Josh," Ryan said, his voice slurring. "Don' be a pussy!"

Paul nudged Josh and gave him a knowing look. Josh got on the bed and together he and Ryan put Tony and Justin in a couple of obscene and compromising positions. After a few minutes of filming, Paul and Billy were ready for the polaroids. They were halfway through the first cartridge when Ryan passed out, falling over right onto his two sleeping friends.

Billy immediately stripped Ryan down to his underwear and sandwiched him between the two older, bigger boys. Ryan was a briefs wearer and they looked good on his suntanned skin.

The plan was working just as Paul knew it would. Now he needed Josh out of it enough so he wouldn't know what he was doing. His plan was to make a couple of blackmail tapes, personalized for each party guest. He reached for a bottle he had sitting on a shelf.

"Here Joshie," he said, handing him the bottle. "Drink this."

"What is it?" the wary teen asked.

"You don't need to know. You just have to drink it. Understand?"

Josh knew better than to continue to question Paul so he downed the contents of the bottle. It was some kind of juice, but he knew there had to be something in it. Sure enough, within a few minutes the cute stud was stumbling around as if he was bombed off his ass. He'd had a few drinks and was sorta buzzed on GHB, but the new drugs he'd just ingested put him in a completely different place. It was a combination that would not only mess with his mind but also make him helpless to resist suggestion. He didn't even put up a struggle as Billy and Paul slowly stripped him, peeling off his socks and lowering shorts. And when he was just down to his underwear he just stood there as they felt him up, his ball bag, ass, dick, everything. Then they let go of him and watched and he stumbled around, barely able to stand and having to hold onto the back of an easy chair to keep from falling down.

The last thing Josh clearly remembered was being put on the bed between Justin and Tony. Ryan was somehow gone and the two passed out teens were on their backs with their hands down their underwear. Josh was kneeling between them and rubbing their chests while they moaned. His dick was hard and he didn't know why.

Then he was vaguely aware of being taken to another room where he saw Ryan lying passed out on a bed. Because Ryan was on both the water polo and swim teams, he kept his body shaved. Plus he was in the best shape of all the teens. Six-pack abs, sculpted chest, tight waist. The white of his briefs stood out in nice contrast to his tanned skin.

The last image Josh had was of himself sticking his dick into Ryan's mouth. Then nothing.

Late the next morning the four teens awoke with killer hangovers but no remembrance of the events of the night before. They had all been re-dressed and were lying on the floor in the living room, the TV still on. Josh knew something had gone down but wasn't in a position to say anything since he had been one of the orchestrators of the party. He kept his mouth shut.

Paul and Billy had been awake for hours, busily editing videotapes and printing out digital photos. When they heard the boys stir, they went into the living room.

"Hey guys, what's up?" Paul asked.

"Hangover," Justin mumbled. "Aspirin." He stuck his hand out.

Billy smiled. "I'll be right back."

"Anybody feel like breakfast?" Paul asked. Everybody shook his head no. "Well, you have should have some juice, at least." He went into the kitchen and came back with four glasses of juice on a tray. Each boy took a glass and two aspirin. Josh looked at his suspiciously.

"What, Josh?" Paul asked pointedly. "You don't think I'd give you a screwdriver this early in the day, do you?" The other boys laughed as they drank their juice. Josh finally drank his.

"I gotta go," he said.

"Well, you're supposed to be stayin' at my house and I'm parked a few blocks away so I'll go with you," Justin said, getting up. "Ohhh... I feel like shit."

"But you had a good time, right?" Paul asked.

"Awesome," Justin replied. "And you'll still buy for us tonight, right?"

"You bet," Paul said. "Like I said, come here around 6:00 p.m. and we'll hook you up, okay?"

"Thanks, man," Justin said. He and Josh left through the side door, followed soon after by Tony and Ryan. Except for Josh, none of the hot teenagers had any idea of what really went on last night, and even Josh was only aware of the tip of the iceberg. Things were going to start getting interesting.

To be continued...

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