Getting into preacher boys pants

[dudophile]

Andreas came back a few minutes later, smiling when he saw the extra bottle of beer. He finished the first and started the next. “Thanks, man,” he said, holding the bottle while scoping out the dance floor. “Let me get the next round.”

Paul looked at his watch. With what Andreas had already drunk, he was looking at about fifteen minutes. It wasn't too hard to keep him talking. Andreas was a talker. He talked about his countless cunt hunts and conquests and about the great time he was having in San Diego.

As if on clockwork Andreas' voice began to slur and Paul knew it was time. He wanted Andreas out of there before he became incapacitated and unable to walk. He looked at him. “Man, you look wasted. I don't think you're gonna get any. Maybe you oughta call it a night.”

Andreas wobbled on his stool. “You know.... I think you're right. Good thing my hotel is just down the street because all of a sudden I feel kinda fucked up.” He stood up to leave, wavering, and patted Paul on the arm. “It was nice to meet you, Rob. Have fun for the rest of Break. I'll see you later.”

As he turned to leave Paul got up. “You know, I should probably head out, too,” he said, catching up with his prey. “It's late and shit and I'm pretty beat. We were out in the sun all day and I'm whooped.”

As the two guys left the PB Bar & Grill Paul asked Andreas where he was staying. Andreas pointed to down the street. “I can't remember the name off hand, but it's a couple blocks that way.”

Paul came up with a quick lie. “My place is that way, too. My car's right over there and I'm not that drunk yet. I'll drive you if you want.”

“Cool,” Andreas said. And together the two, hunter and hunted, climbed into Paul's SUV. Andreas had no idea what was in store for him.

As they drove slowly down Garnet Avenue Paul remembered a hotel he'd used before. One where he could pay for the room in cash. He also noticed that Andreas was having a hard time staying awake.

“Hey, Andreas. Where did you say your hotel was?”

Andreas looked at Paul. Or rather through him. The roofie had him in its grasp. He laughed. “I can't remember. Shit.” He laughed again.

“Well, this is my place,” Paul said, turning into the lot. “Wanna come in for a minute until you remember where you're staying at?”

“Yeah,” Andreas replied. “That's probably a good idea.” Oh, he didn't know how wrong he was.

“My room's over there,” Paul said, pointing off to nowhere in particular. “Wait here in the car for a sec while I get the key from the clerk. We lost it three times already this week so we don't carry it with us. They charge us a $20 charge for a new one. I'll be right back.”

 

[dudophile]

“Mkay,” Andreas slurred, slumped against his seat. Paul went inside and finagled a room from the dimwitted clerk. He went back to get Andreas, who had started to drift off. “Come on, buddy,” he said, grabbing his arm. Andreas followed Paul to his room. As soon as they were inside Andreas sat down on the bed and immediately fell over, passed out. Or at least out of it. Incoherent. Paul had to restrain himself from jumping his bones right there. He went back to his car and got out his gym bag where he kept his digital cameras, video camera, tripod and other “toys.”

He went back to the room and lifted Andreas' eyelid. His eye rolled up. The guy was gone. He set up the video camera and then started snapping pictures with the digital camera.

Next he took Andreas' board shorts off. Holy fuck! Paul had never seen someone who looked so hot in their underwear. He couldn't wait to see what was under. But first things first. Since Paul's website catered to a variety of fetishes and tastes, he decided to feature Andreas in every category.

First he took pictures of Andreas dressed. On his back, on his stomach, sitting up. Then he took his sandals off and snapped a few pictures of the blond stud's nice size 11 feet.

 

[dudophile]

He let out an admiring sigh as he gazed at the passed out stud. Holy shit! These would be great pics! He began shooting off picture after picture, again in every conceivable position. The ass shots would be nice. The white of the boxer briefs stretched tautly across the stud's perfect round bubble butt. Mmm... Paul couldn't wait to dive into that ass! He started to stroke Andreas' body, playing with his cock and balls through his boxer briefs and flicking his jutting nipples. Bingo! The dazed stud began to moan. And he got hard. But he was gonna get harder still. Paul lifted the naked young man's head and slipped a Viagra between his soft, pale pink lips. He helped him to swallow it by giving him a little more beer and steadily and slowly stroking his throat. In about twenty minutes, Andreas was gonna be as hard as Paul, and Paul hadn't taken a Viagra. Yet.

Paul passed the time by continuing to stroke Andreas' body. As Andreas moaned in obvious pleasure, Paul decided to get a couple of facial shots. Cum facials. He dropped his pants and jerked his dick until he shot a load of slop right onto Andrea's pretty boy face. His photos captured the as it ran down the handsome stud's perfect face, over his lips and down his chin. Still horny and full of , Paul decided to see what kind of cocksucker Andreas was. He sat him up and stuck his hard cock between his lips, thrusting his hips back in forth and sliding his cock in and out of the straight stud's hot mouth. Pretty soon he was ready to again and he let this load slide down Andreas' throat. Mmmm... for a straight boy, Andreas sure was a good cocksucker! His next load was gonna go into that tight ass!

 

[dudophile]

Speaking of that tight ass, it was time for the promised land! The money shots. Before doing so, though, he fitted Andreas with a ball gag. It would allow Andreas to breath but would muffle any louder moans that were sure to come from his pretty mouth. Then he slowly peeled off Andreas' tight Fruit of the Looms, licking his lips as he did. Andreas' dick was probably six inches when soft, but with the Viagra, it was at least a good eight inches. As he watched Andreas' growth spurt, Paul took more pictures. Then he started to jerk off the dazed stud. It didn't take much to get Andreas to shoot his first load. Up on to his stomach and chest. He bet the kid was hard constantly.

He stared in awe as he slowly jerked Andreas to his second ejaculation of the night. Andreas' eight-inch cock was as perfect as the rest of his body. Nice length and girth. He bet it felt good up a girl's cunt. Just as he felt Andreas ready to again he straddled his body again and sat down on the stud's erect, -lubed cock. Andreas shot his boy jizz right up Paul's ass.

“Unnnggg...!!!” Paul cried out as Andreas beautiful dick spewed its load up his ass. “Ohhh.... yeah... I hope you're ready for yours, buddy,” he said. He stood up, dripping from his ass.

When Paul had done his job and taken every conceivable picture from every conceivable angle, it was fun time. Time to fuck Andreas. [Before he did, however, he rolled Andreas onto his stomach and spread his cheeks apart, so that he could drive his tongue into that perfect hole and taste the sweet flesh that was calling his name. It tasted just as fantastic as he had imagined it would, so he indulged himself for a good while. When he was fully satisfied with that savory diversion, it was time for the main event.] He threw the hottie's limp legs over his shoulders and, condom on, plundered the blond studling's tight ass.

*(Side note: That area in parentheses was not in the original story. It was my addition to this lurid little tale, part of my fantasy.)

 

[dudophile]

Andreas cried out in pain but the sounds were all but muffled by the ball gag, just as Paul had planned. The poor frat boy didn't know where he was or that he apparently had some kind of understanding of what was happening to him because Paul could make out a few phrases here and there, such as “I'm straight, dude, I'm straight”, but Paul tuned it all out. Andreas' hole was so tight. He felt like he was about to shoot so he pulled out, took off his condom, and shot his load all over Andreas' bare chest.
As soon as he was done, Paul cleaned himself up, straightened up the room and hightailed it out of there, taking Andreas' underwear as a souvenir. His only regret was that he wouldn't be around the next morning to see the look on Andreas' gorgeous face. The look of pain and confusion and the sneaking suspicion that something had gone wrong.
As Paul drove home he bet that tomorrow morning Andreas would be telling his buddies how he'd banged some chick back at her place the night before. Paul had no fear of his actions being reported. After all, what dude was going to admit to being raped?
The next morning the sun came shining through the windows and aroused Andreas from his drug-induced sleep. For a few moments he was confused, wondering where he was. He was in a strange bed and, stranger still, alone. That almost never happened. Andreas couldn't remember the last time he didn't go home with some cunt. If he only knew that he was the cunt last night he probably would've blown a cylinder. He tried to replay the night but couldn't clearly remember the events. He sat up in bed and realized he was naked. His clothes were in a heap across the room. Just what the hell happened last night? Oh yeah... that guy he met... what was his name...? Rob? Yeah, Rob.... that was it. Cool guy. They had a few drinks and then he drove him to his hotel. No... they stopped off at Rob's hotel first. Where was he? Andreas looked out the window and recognized his hotel a couple blocks away. After showering and dressing – where the hell was his underwear? – he went down to the front desk and inquired about the room. The stupid bitch at the desk was no help. All she could say was that the room had been paid for in cash. She didn't have a name and even if she did, Andreas would know it would be bogus.
As he walked back to his hotel he suddenly felt a pain in his ass and his dick and he knew something had happened. Something very bad.

by Stimle​

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