Date: Thu, 3 Mar 2016 21:46:17 +0000
From: Bruce Demosthenes <sourceskid@hotmail.com>
Subject: Dominated by the boy next door 41

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I decided that not only did I want to drug Peter's dad, I needed to drug
myself.

I didn't want to have sex with his old man on so many levels.  I didn't
find him attractive.  I didn't want Peter to have film footage of his
father being fucked to use as blackmail.  And I didn't like I was being
blackmailed with film footage of me with a young teenage boy (who I
genuinely liked but when I had seen it on film I had hated the person I had
become).

I made a punch and put the GHB into the punch.  A few drinks of this and we
would both would be sufficiently dosed to not care what we were doing and
want to do anything.  We might be glassy-eyed, which Peter had said he
didn't want, but he would have to deal with that as there was no other way
I could do this and I suspected the same was true for his father.

I threw on a similar outfit as the one I had worn before when his father
had come over, white briefs, tight jeans and a tight polo shirt.

When his father arrived he was again dressed nicely in pleated dress pants
and a dress shirt.  I took this as an indication that he was eager for our
'date' which made me feel guilty about what I was doing.  This man may
actually have feeling for me and I was using him, at the behest of his son,
to set him up.  And on my own I was planning on drugging him and date
raping him so I could get him to do something on film that his son wanted
and he might not want.

But I had no choice.  The film of me with young Ian could land me in jail.
Plus it was this man's son who was blackmailing me so it was not that this
man was entirely innocent, I rationalized.  I just needed to get through
this and then the consequences were between this man and his offspring.

I invited Paul Sr. in and gave him some punch without asking him what he
wanted to drink.  He thankfully accepted it and we sat down to watch the
game.  By the end of the first period with two drinks consumed each I was
starting to feel the effects of the drug and I assumed so was he so I made
my move and leaned in and kissed him.

I was not wrong.  He not only opened his mouth to let my tongue in, one of
his hands went to the back of my head and his other hand went to the front
of my jeans.

We made out on the couch for a while with him actively kissing me back and
playing with my cock through my jeans.  When I came up for air I took him
by the hand and led him upstairs to my bedroom.

Inside my bedroom, in plain view of the camera, I turned and we began to
kiss again.

I didn't know if it was the drug or this was just Paul Sr. and I didn't
care.  He began stripping of my clothes and his and we were soon naked in
my bedroom.

Pushing him on the bed he fell on his back and I got on top of him and we
resumed kissing.

We were both rock hard and while the drug was having an effect on me so the
feel of his huge cock pressing against my abdomen made me want to get
fucked I knew what was my mission.  Fortunately the drug was having a
similar effect on him and his legs soon wrapped around my hips as he
instinctively got in the position to be fucked.

Reaching for the lube I had left on the bedside table I put some on my cock
and on his hole without stropping kissing.

At the feel of my fingers lubing his hole he moaned.  I didn't know if he
had been fucked before and was excited about it happening again or just
under the influence of the drug and I didn't care.  I wanted to fuck this
man (which was probably the influence of the drug but I also wasn't
interested in understanding why, only getting my cock into his inviting
hole).

Still kissing this man I slid into his hole and loved every second.  This
man was tight but his hole gave no resistance and he let out a loud moan as
I sunk all the way in.

His legs wrapped around my hips I began to fuck him and kiss him had began
writhing and grabbing at my ass with his hands encouraging me to fuck him
harder.

As I began to fuck him harder his hands moved to my shoulders and began
caressing my back.

The sex was intense, which was probably an artefact of the drug, but I
didn't care.  I was in the throes of it.

Before long I was cumming in this man's ass.  I just kept cumming and
cumming.  It was so intense.

In the back of my mind I was aware that this was on film, that Peter was
watching and I was cumming in his father's ass, and that made my orgasm all
that much more intense.

When I was finished I pulled out of his ass and rolled onto my back.

My job was done and I just wanted this man done.  But he hadn't cum and
clearly wanted to.

I had no desire to suck him off or even jack him, but I wasn't going to
throw him out.

Paul Sr. slid as close to me as he could and began to kiss me and I let
him, holding him tight.  He jacked his own cock as we kissed.

Before long he was shooting all over himself.

When he was finished kissing I suggested we shower and we did so together.
I was still feeling the effects of the drugs, clearly, as I enjoyed soaping
this naked man and his big cock in my shower.

I so got into soaping his cock that I soon had him hard again and Paul
Sr. fucked me in the shower, me holding onto the wall, with that huge cock.
This wasn't on film and wasn't for Peter.  It was due to the drugs and it
was my own fault.  But I was no longer in control.  The drugs had taken
over.

Paul Sr. under the influence of GHB was more generous than me and he
stroked my cock as he fucked my ass.

So by the time Paul Sr. came in my ass I was moaning and crying out his
name.  I came in the shower as he shot his second load up my ass.

As we dressed Paul Sr. said "I don't know what was in the punch but that
was intense."

I blushed, knowing I had doped him.

"Did you want to finish watching the game," I lamely asked.

"I think I need to go home and sleep this off," he said.

He knew he had been drugged or, at best, thought he was drunk.

"Thanks for tonight," was all I could offer in response as I led him
downstairs and out of the house.

END OF CHAPTER FORTY-ONE