Getting Into Preacher Boy’s Pants

Part 1

Josh Larson was big for his age.  He was only 16 years old but was already 6’1 and 175 pounds.  He’d spent the summer as a lifeguard at a hotel in Coronado and was tanned from head to toe, except for where he wore his shorts.  His light sandy brown hair was sun-streaked and he had piercing blue eyes.  He was toned from daily workouts and stared at by girls, women, boys and men.  But Josh was oblivious... not to the female ogling, but to the eyes of the guys.  In his world, which consisted only of church and football, such things has homosexuals and gay sex didn’t exist.  The only gay people he’d ever seen were effeminate and faggy looking, limp-wristed and talking with noticeable lisps. 

It was just before 1:00 pm on Sunday as Josh drove up his driveway in his red Jeep Wrangler.  Josh was home alone this weekend.  His dad was speaking at a seminar in Idaho and his mom and three younger brothers and sister had gone along. 

Paul Thomas was looking out the window, staring at his hot young neighbor.  Paul had lived next door to the Larsons ever since they’d moved to the neighborhood four two years ago.  He was 23, good looking, dark hair and eyes, and gay.  His parents were older and had retired a few years ago.  Once Paul had started college they bought an RV and spent most of the year on the road.  Right now they were in Missouri or Oklahoma.  He couldn’t remember.  But it was nice with them gone all the time because then Billy, his boyfriend, was free to spend as much time there as he wanted.  No one in the neighborhood new that Paul was gay.  He didn’t look or act gay and even dated girls on occasion to “keep up appearances.” 

Josh was wearing a white oxford, tan chinos and brown shoes, and toting a Bible, which meant he must’ve just come from church.  He looked like a walking ad for the Gap or Banana Republic.  Paul also noticed that he was walking a little funny. 

“Hey Josh,” Paul called from the open door, “you okay?”

Josh looked over at Paul and smiled.  He liked Paul.  For a guy a few years older he didn’t treat Josh like a kid.  He’d always been cool toward him.  “Rough game the other night,” he explained.  “I got sacked like six times.  Then I went horseback riding with Courtney all afternoon yesterday and my butt hurts.  I haven’t been riding since we lived in Texas.”

“Well Billy’s here and we’re gonna watch the Chargers game if you wanna stop over,” Paul offered, hoping Josh would accept the last minute invitation.

Josh thought about it for half a second.  He liked Billy, too.  The three of them went to the beach and hung out sometimes and he’d taught Josh how to surf.

“That’s be great,” Josh said, inserting the key into the front door.  “Let me change real quick and I’ll be right over.”  He walked in, closed the door behind him, and immediately opened it again.

“Paul!” he cried out.  Paul popped his head out his front door.

“What’s up?”

“I was thinking, you guys wanna come over here and watch the game?  We got that new big screen TV last week with surround sound and stuff.  Plus my family’s out of town for a few days.  My mom left some money for food so we can order some pizzas of you want.”

“Sounds good to me,” Paul said.  “We’ll be over in a few.”

“Just come on in,” Josh said.  “I’m gonna change real quick.”

Paul watched as Josh went back into his house.  Hmmm.... what an ass.  If he played his cards right, in a few hours he and Billy could be in the kid’s pants.  Paul let Billy know what was up, grabbed some beer, and headed over to Josh’s house.  They walked in and waited for Josh in the foyer.

Josh came out of his room a few minutes later.  He’d changed into a Dallas Cowboy’s jersey and track pants, the kind that snapped up the side.  Paul noticed that Josh had missed a snap on the right leg of his track pants, up near his hip, and he could see the blue and gray of his boxer shorts.

Josh noticed the beer that Billy was holding.  His eyes widened.

Billy noticed and looked into Josh’s eyes.  “Is it okay that we brought this stuff?” he asked.

Josh looked nervous and he stammered as he replied.  “W...w...well we don’t keep any alcohol in the house.  I... I mean... my parents don’t drink.”

Billy shrugged his shoulders.  “No prob, man.  We can just take it back to Paul’s place.”

“N...n...no...” Josh stammered.  “It’s fine.  It’s just that I... er... I...” his voice trailed off.

“You’ve never drank before?” Paul asked.

Josh hung his head, shaking it, his face red.  “No.”

“Do you want to?” Paul asked, hoping like hell that Josh would say yes.

A smile crept across Josh’s lips and his eyes brightened.  “Do you mean it?  I mean, my parent’s are so strict.  They could never find out or they’d kill me.”

“Don’t worry about it, Josh,” Paul said reassuringly.  “We’ll make sure we get rid of everything.  By the way, when do they get back?”

“Tomorrow night,” he replied, his eyes not leaving the beer.  “I don’t wanna get sick or anything, though guys.”

”Don’t worry,” Billy said.  “It’s only beer.”  He cracked one open and handed it to Josh and watch as the hot young teenager took his first sip of alcohol.  His face grimaced slightly but, wanting to act like a man, took another swig.

“So?” Paul asked.

Josh nodded.  “It’s good.”

“Now, about that pizza... get on the phone, my friend.”

The guys turned on the pre-game show and then called Dominos.  Forty-five minutes later the guys were chowing down pizza and washing it down with beer.  Josh was on his third by now.

“So, how do you like Valhalla?” Billy asked.

“Yeah, it’s all right.  Sure beats Christian.  And the girls are hot.  It’s just that... well...”

“What?” Paul asked.  “Is something wrong?”

“Well, they call me ‘Preacher Boy’ because my dad’s a pastor,” Josh said, looking a little downcast.  Paul smiled to himself.  ‘Preacher Boy.’  How appropriate.

“But they like you, don’t you?”

“Oh yeah, sure, but sometimes it just bugs.”

“Ah, don’t worry about it, Preacher Boy,” Paul advised, smirking.  Josh smiled also and took another drink of his beer. 

“Thatta boy, Josh,” Paul said, encourage the naive teen to drown his sorrows.  He noticed Josh was looking a little buzzed.  “How you feeling?”

“Gooood...” Josh said, beaming, draining his bottle.  He belched and all three guys laughed.

“Here,” Billy said.  “Have another.”

“I gotta take a piss first,” Josh said.  That was the first off-colored word either guy had ever heard Josh utter.  The beer was obviously lowering the goody-two shoes’ inhibitions.  They watched him as he pulled himself to his feet and made his way down the hall to the bathroom.

“It’s half-time.  Should we break out the hard stuff?” Billy asked?  “Jack goes great with beer.”

Paul smiled.  “Yeah, but I got an idea first.”

They heard the toilet flush and watched as Josh came back.  “Geez, that stuff goes right through you,” he said.  He didn’t even flinch as Paul handed him another beer.

“You still sore from the game and riding?” Paul asked. 

Josh nodded, rubbing his lower back and shoulders.  “Yeah.”

“I think we got some muscle relaxants at the house if you want some,” Paul said nonchalantly.

“Really?” Josh said, putting his beer down.  “That’d be great.” 

 “Let me go get them,” Paul said.  “I’ll be right back.”  He winked at Billy.  Five minutes later he was back with a fifth of Jack Daniels, three shot glasses, and a bottle of pills.  He’d also brought a gym bag filled with other goodies but he left that just inside the front door, out of site.

“What’s that?” Josh asked as Paul walked into the kitchen, looking at the Jack Daniels.

“What’s what?” Paul joked.  “Can’t you read?  It’s Jack Daniels.  Goes great with pizza and beer.”

“I don’t know, guys...” Josh hedged.

“Oh come on, Josh,” Billy urged.  “Don’t be such a candy-ass.

Josh laughed, spitting his beer out.  “Don’t call me that!”

Paul poured three shot glasses and handed them around.  “Now, on the count of three, drink the shot and chase it down with your beer.  One... two... three!”

The three guys drank up, Billy and Paul keeping their eyes on Josh.  Josh visibly shuddered as the Jack Daniels slid down his throat and he washed it down with an extra long swig of beer.

“So, how was it?” Paul asked.  “Not too much for you, was it?”

“Are you kidding,” Josh replied, trying to act all mature.  He held out his shot glass.  “Fill ‘er up.”

“Ooooh, look at the big man,” Paul teased, filling Josh’s shot glass.  “Remember, you said you didn’t wanna get sick or anything.”

Josh laughed.  It was obvious he was well on the way to being drunk.  “Whatever.  Just shut up and fill up,” he laughed.

Paul obliged and watched as Josh did another shot.  He didn’t catch on that he was the only one who did a shot.

“Oh, hey,” Paul said, opening the bottle of pills.  “Here’s those muscle relaxants.”  He shook two into Josh’s outstretched hand.  The muscle relaxants, combined with the amount of alcohol Josh had consumed, would put him into orbit for hours, giving Paul and Billy plenty of time to have some fun.

“Thanks,” Josh said, tossing the pills in his mouth and washing them down with yet another beer.  The naive teen appeared to have no idea that of the precautions against mixing alcohol with prescription drugs.

“Hey,” Billy called from the living room.  “Half-time’s over.  Get back in here.”

Josh flopped down into the recliner and leaned back.  He grabbed a slice of pizza.  Paul whispered to Billy about the muscle relaxants and they both smiled.  He looked at his watch.  In twenty minutes or so Josh was going to be in La La Land.

Sure enough, a couple of commercials later Josh was gone.  His eyes were glazed and droopy and he couldn’t keep his head up.  The guys chatted with him to gauge his condition and realized that the kid didn’t even know his name.  It was time to have some fun.

“Dude,” Paul laughed, softly smacking Josh’s cheeks and moving the rocker to a straight up position.  “You’re out there, man... past Pluto.”

Josh slowly opened his eyes, struggled to focus, and laughed.  “Pluto.  That’s a planet.  I’m not in outer space.”

“Yeah you are,” Paul said, rubbing Josh’s shoulders.  “But before we go to Pluto why don’t we take a look at Uranus.”

“Uranus!”  Josh slurred, laughing again.  His head lolled back.  He was toast.  Paul pulled Josh’s jersey over his head and marveled at the teen’s body.  He’d seen it plenty of times before, but never this close and never unencumbered.  He was like one of the models in those Abercrombie & Fitch catalogs.

As well defined and cut as his chest was, there wasn’t much hair.  He was, after all, still only sixteen.  He had decent pectoral muscles and beautiful nipples that jutted out.  Paul thumbed one and Josh moaned.  It was a soft, quiet moan, but it was a moan.  Paul wet his finger and thumb and twisted the nipple.  Josh’s moaning got louder and he arched his back, pushing out his chest to meet the fingers.

“Ooooh.... somebody likes nipple play,” Paul said, tweaking away.

Billy was fingering Josh’s pale pink lower lip with his index finger, slipping it in and out of Josh’s mouth.  “Do you know if this kid’s a virgin?”

“Definitely,” Paul replied, not missing a beat.  “I’d bet my life on it.  Sixteen years of pent up sexual frustration.  Sixteen years of being a virgin.  Sixteen years of cum all pent up in those big balls.”  Paul leaned in to lick and nibble Josh’s titties.  He turned and looked at Billy.  “But he won’t be a virgin after today now, will he?”  An evil smirk crept up his face.

But Billy was a little concerned.  “Don’t you think he’ll know something’s happened to him?” he asked.  “I mean, how can he not?  Won’t he feel it?”

But Paul had an answer ready.  “Okay, first of all he trusts us, right?  Why would we ever do that to him?  Plus, he got hit, hard, a lot in the game Friday night and was telling us how sore he was.  And yesterday he went horseback riding with his girlfriend all day.  He told me earlier that his ass hurt.  I think he’ll chalk up any pain he’s feeling to everything else.  And don’t forget to factor in the killer hangover he’s gonna have.  His very first hangover.  I doubt he’ll put two and two together.  Plus, I’ll be gentle.  And just look at him... it’s Josh!  He’s like the fucking poster child for Innocence and Naivete.  Don’t tell me you’re gonna pass up a chance with his ass.  This kid’s the hottest thing on two legs and he completely shit-faced.  Come on, he got ‘do me’ written all over him!”

Billy shook his head.  “You’re right, you’re right.  How could I have ever doubted you?” he said, his voice dripping with sarcasm.  He lifted one of Josh’s eyelids.  His eye was glassy and unfocused.  “Josh!  Josh!  Can you hear me?”  No response.

“Go get my camera,” Paul said.  “My digital one.  And my video camera.  The tripod, too.”

“What do you have in mind?” Billy asked.

“I just want a record of it all,” Paul explained as he continued to rub and tongue Josh’s chest and nipples.  “And maybe some blackmail action.”  When Billy got back with tthe stuff Paul helped him set it up camera and began to snap picture.

Paul put his put his hand over Josh’s crotch and felt the heat radiating from the drugged teen’s dick and balls.  Josh moaned and threw his arm over his face.  How many times had Paul seen that?  The straight boy hiding his face?  He unsnapped a couple of snaps on each side of Josh’s track pants, up near his hips, and slid his hands.  He began to run them up and down the teen’s muscular legs and up under his boxers.  Something made him stop.  “Mmmm... what do we have here?” he asked.

“What?” Billy asked, lowering the camera and taking a closer look.

“It looks like Joshie-boy’s wearing briefs or something under his boxers.”  He yanked at the track pants and the snaps gave way, revealing gray and white Dallas Cowboy boxers.  He pulled the pants completely off and tugged the boxers a couple inches from Josh’s flat stomach.  There was an Old Navy waistband.

“Mmmm... looks like Josh wears tighty whities under his boxers.” 

“A lot of guys do it,” Billy said.  “They need to keep their boys in place but still wanna look cool to their friends.  Hell, I did it.”

Together they pulled Josh to his feet.  He was so out of it he could barely stand and had to lean heavily against the two guys.  They lowered his boxers down over his hips and stripped them off.  Because Josh was so tanned from his summer lifeguard job, his briefs were almost blindingly white.  They were obviously new, having that crisp look to them, but on Josh they took on an even more virginal quality.  Paul reached down and with his index finger softly poked and probed at Josh’s big nuts.  He and Billy watched as Josh’s crotch began to expand and his shaft harden.

“Oh yeah, he’s feeling this,” Paul laughed, cupping Josh’s big balls and giving them a gentle squeeze.  “And I think he’s liking what he’s feeling.”  Billy snapped another picture.  Paul helped the dazed young teen walk down the hall.  Josh was like a newborn fawn trying find its legs, stumbling about.  Paul held him tightly, arm around his waist, taking the opportunity to gently caress his perfect ass.  He reached around a few times and felt Josh’s bulging crotch.  Even soft it was impressive and he couldn’t wait to make it hard, to milk load after load from it.  He looked into Josh’s face; he looked like a deer caught in headlights.  His mouth was hanging open ever so slightly and he had a look of concentration on his handsome, dazed face.  Paul desperately wanted to kiss those lips, to drive his tongue into Josh’s mouth, to be the first man to explore that territory.  Billy, meanwhile, was snapping away.

Eventually they reached a door.  It was Josh’s parents’ bedroom.  Inside was a four-poster king-sized bed.  Paul looked at Billy and they smiled.  Imagine, taking the kid right in his parents’ own bed...  They flopped him down on the bed and spread him out.  They took a step back to observe their prey.  Josh, wearing nothing but his white Old Navy briefs, white athletic sock and a goofy smile, looked like a magazine centerfold.  Paul wanted to jump right on the bed and ravage the kid, but instead he and Billy went back to the living room to get the video camera and the bag he’d brought over earlier. 

Back inside the bedroom Josh was still on his back, moving ever so slowly, his soft low moans sounding incredibly erotic.  After setting up the camera, Paul and Billy each sat down on one side of Josh.  While Billy played with Josh’s sensitive tits, Paul lightly rubbed the back of his hand over Josh’s nut sack.  Over and over he rubbed it, watching it magically expand as Josh’s balls began to fill will with fuck juice.  The more he rubbed the harder he rubbed and he could feel Josh’s cock shaft beginning to harden and lengthen.

Paul took several lengths of silk rope from the gym bag and tied Josh’s wrists to the bedposts.  Then he began to kiss him, starting from his forehead down.  He kept one hand groping and squeezing Josh’s crotch the whole time.

“Ohhhh.... oooohhh....” Josh cooed, his mind in a totally drunken haze. 

“Get the poppers,” Paul said as he nibbled at Josh’s tits.

“Unnghh.... ohhhhhhh.....wowwwwwww....” Josh moaned.

Billy uncorked the poppers and put them under Josh’s nostril.  “Here, Joshie.... take a deep breath.  You’ll like it.” 

Josh took a deep breath and his head immediately snapped back.   “Ohhh... gawd.... shit.... fuck....”

Billy and Paul were shocked.  They’d never heard such language coming from Josh before.  “My, my, my,” Billy said, giving Josh another hit of poppers.  “Such language... and from a Preacher Boy!”

“It’s amazing what a little action will make you do and say,” Paul said as he continued his kissing, nibbling and fondling.

“Oh yessss....” Josh hissed, his back arching and his tongue wagging out of his mouth.  “Unnngggghhhhh..... fuck me.....”

Paul shook his head in shock.  Did he actually hear Josh say ‘fuck me’?  He looked back down at Josh.  “Josh, what did you say?”

Josh was still totally blitzed.  “Unngghhh.... ohhhh.... fuck meeeee.... ooooooohhhhh....”

Billy gave Josh one more hit of poppers.  “But aren’t you a virgin, Josh?”

Josh nodded.  “Yes,” he moaned.

“Do me a favor, Billy,” Paul asked.  “Go into the kitchen and fine me a pair of scissors.”

“What for?” Billy asked, looking confused.

“I’ve got an idea,” Paul said.  “I wanna make a little snip in the ass of his underwear, stick in this little dildo and watch him cream himself.”

“Sounds hot,” Billy said, getting up.

“Oh, and find his room and make sure he’s got another pair of underwear just like this.  I’m gonna keep this pair as a souvenir.”

Billy came back a minute later with a pair of briefs in his hand.  “He’s got a drawer full.  I doubt he’ll miss the one’s he’s wearing.” 

Paul spread Josh’s legs, took the scissors and cut make a tiny slit right above Josh’s ass pucker.  Then he gave it a little tug and ripped it a bit wider.  He peered inside and saw Josh’s virgin ass pucker, pink and tight.  He took a thin electric dildo from the gym bag along with a tube of lube greased it up.  When it was all slick he slipped it into the ripped underwear and into Josh’s tightly clenched asshole.

“Ooohhh... owwww....” Josh moan in pain as his virgin nether portal was penetrated for the first time.  A mask of pain covered his face and he grimaced.

“Give him more poppers, quick,” Paul urged, looking over at Billy.  Billy put the bottle to Josh’s nose and the teen took a deep breath.  Paul took the opportunity to slide the dildo all the way in and switch it on.  A low whirr filled the room.

“Awww...awwww...ohhhh....mmmmnnnn.....ooooooooohhhh!” Josh screamed as his hips bucked and his bound arms thrashed.  Paul and Billy watched as his briefs tented and twitched.  A wet spot formed on the front of the briefs and continued to spread.

When his orgasm subsided, Paul slipped his soiled briefs down, licking the dripping cum from his penis tip and nut sack.  Then he took the underwear, flipped them inside out, and shoved them into Josh’s mouth.  This was probably Josh’s first time tasting cum, let alone his own, and he gagged.  But Paul took a gag and tied the briefs into place.

“Come on, Billy,” he said.  “Let’s milk this stud some more!  See how much more cream these balls got in ‘em.”

To be continued...