Date: Fri, 3 Jan 2020 01:45:57 +0100
From: Purple Taoist <flowerpotheaded@gmail.com>
Subject: Sandy and the Boys - Chapter 2 (Revised)

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Sandy and the Boys – Chapter 2


	Josh Alcott was a freshman soccer player accepted into the Alpha
Psi Alpha fraternity just a few months prior. He was a bit over 6'2" (189
cm) and weighed approx. 195 lbs (88 kg). Like every young guy nowadays, he
was very self-conscious about his good looks. Each morning, after relieving
himself – at least for a while – of his nearly constant, massive
hard-on by nutting all over his sculpted body, he proceeded to taking a
quick shower – usually having by then scooped up and relished his fresh
teen jizz from his abs, pecs, neck and face before getting under the stream
though – followed by spending about ten minutes minimum using
conditioners and painstakingly styling his hairdo. Applying lotions, creams
and toners to his face and his already perfect-looking, lusciously muscled
body took an extra ten to fifteen. Even without all those efforts in
grooming, Josh's uncanningly handsome allure was mesmerizing – it seemed
like the 18-year-old jock had just stepped out of the cover of some
European high-fashion magazine, with his big, emerald eyes, that disarming,
perfect smile, unblemished, smooth complexion, sharp cheekbones and
square-cut jaw. All that coupled with immaculate definition of his
ideally-proportioned, muscle-bulging, almost fat-free, hot as fuck body
truly made him look like a Greek god on fucking steroids.

	Born and raised in Downtown Burbank to a family of loaded real
estate developers, the young Californian was still a little kid when he'd
become aware of the effect his amazing looks were having on people: women
and men alike, stealing hungry glances or quite openly staring with lust
and envy, even though you're only 11 or 12; getting good grades despite the
fact that you suck at almost everything except PE; all the cool kids at
school want to become your friends, not the other way around; older boys,
even high school jocks, accept you as their equal and want to chill with
you, sharing booze, dope and their bitches... Yeah, Josh Alcott learned
what it means to live the dolce vita pretty fucking early in life. He
quickly got used to always getting what he wanted, never taking "no" for an
answer, grew to be overconfident and arrogant, with a cocky, dominant
nature, especially in relation to his peers. If other boys – to put it
mildly – objected against Josh fucking their sisters or girlfriends,
that way embracing his role as the Alpha male of the herd, they would
quickly learn their true, inferior rank in the school or team hierarchy the
hard way – by having their own asses handed to them. Once subjugated,
those boys – though often remaining envious of the young cocksman stud's
amazing beauty, gorgeous body, big dick or social prominence – would
accept Josh's superiority and usually become his lackeys, ready to do
anything demanded of them, not excluding giving up their virgin,
straight-boy pussies for Josh to satisfy his basic primal needs and fuck
mercilessly, pumping them full of his precious, potent cum, basically
branding them with his fresh nut – but also reverently worshipping his
rock-hard pecs, shredded abs, thick quads and that phenomenally curvaceous
bubble butt, every time Josh felt like it.

	The drop-dead gorgeous, teen athlete would usually think more
highly of those boys who kept displaying the well-deserved respect for his
body, especially sincere, almost religious devoutness while making love to
his smooth, beautiful asshole and deep-throating his succulent schlong –
even to the point of stopping calling them faggots. At first, around the
start of middle school, Josh used to be amazed at how easy it was to break
those straight, often seemingly Alpha boys into such sexual
subordination. By the time he reached 13, even though he really wasn't used
to thinking about anything else besides sex and physical fitness, he was
able to figure out this must be exactly the way in which privileged young
men like himself determine and assert their position among other men, in
the societal hierarchy of their environment – and naturally, Josh had to
be at the very top of that. This meant that when the handsome jock was
getting horny – and honestly, he was never not horny – stupid
cheerleader cocksucking cunts were getting pregnant, but first and
foremost, quite a lot of guys at school were suddenly starting to walk
funny, their assholes a mess, trying to stop Josh's prime Alpha male cum
from leaking down their nicely muscled, sometimes truly quite amazing, sexy
legs.

	There were those times, of course – be it in elementary school,
middle school or high school, doesn't matter – during which Josh would
encounter other Alphas, but not the pitiful wannabes who, after having the
shit beaten out of them merely once or twice, were ready to idolize Josh to
the point of revering his used, sweat-and-cum-soaked jockstraps... No, real
fucking Alphas, huge dudes with divine bodies, sporting truly massive cocks
and bull-sized balls themselves, obsessed with working out and playing
sports, spending all their time either fucking someone or pumping muscle,
not giving a fuck about school, getting off on dominating inferior guys,
while looking absolutely gorgeous and intimidating at the same
time. Surprisingly, Josh almost always got along perfectly with such dudes,
appreciating their unconditional devotion to muscle and constant
improvement of their usually already ideal, god-like looks. He was also
aware that seriously big dicks command respect, and he had no problem with
that, as long as is worked both ways. In the world of young, dominant,
sex-crazed jocks like Josh, the size of one's cock is among the most
important determinants of status – when starting high school, the boy
was already well over 8 inches long, his sizeable, pre-cum leaking
cunt-fucker single-handedly placing him amid the most popular, looked up to
and well-respected guys there. However, Josh knew there were a few dudes
even bigger than him, having seen them naked in the lockers or during
parties, and he was reasonable enough to acknowledge the fact and
appreciate their astounding sizes, a couple of those cocks being well over
10 inches long, and fucking thick, too. The truth is, among real Alphas
there is no such thing as envy or ill will. Men like them, aware of their
supremacy resulting from possessing flawless, statuesque bodies, remarkable
beauty and magnificent, huge dicks, while basking in their own awesomeness
and rightly due adoration, tend to treat each other as equals, sharing an
understanding grounded in their conviction about the absolute primacy of
their carnal desires and celebration of unbridled maleness. Bonding through
common pursue of physical perfection, sports and exuberant promiscuity,
they form a brotherhood dedicated to the aggressive ebullience of male lust
and athleticism, drawing inspiration from the ancient Greeks – usually
unwittingly though, due to their disdain for everything besides
testosterone-charged, exhilarating hedonism. To put it short, the world is
theirs to fuck, and rightly so. That's why, after easily getting into UCLA
thanks to a soccer scholarship, the decision to rush a fraternity was a
no-brainer to the 18-year-old Josh, who delighted in the idea of joining an
exclusive communion of fit, hot, like-minded dudes, all with rigorous
commitment to shredded musculature and raw passion for fucking with primal,
mindless abandon.

	Even if not ruling in the prick department with his respectable
nine inches of cut, delectable jock-meat, Josh very well knew that he still
had the best fucking ass in school, no other dude being able to rock a
jockstrap the way he did. His girlfriends – which is rather uncommon
– always wanted to at least once try and eat his amazing butt,
completely on their own, by no means being strong-armed by the handsome
teen jock to stick their tongues inside and lap at that absolutely
beautiful, smooth hole of his, so to have a taste of the aromatic,
post-workout funk, coating their faces with his appetizing ass juices. Josh
knew from his homies that most of them had to force their bitches to rim
their asses – sometimes resolving to necessary, justified violence in
order to ultimately persuade them – even though their rock-hard bubble
butts were pretty spectacular too, and every sane teen slut should want to
worship and lick them with an epicure's gusto and rightly-expected
fervor. He himself had no such problems. The only thing the impossibly
handsome athlete stud had to teach his pitiful whores was that he wanted to
have his luscious butt eaten often... very, very often; and that he doesn't
give a single fuck about where his bitch is or what she's doing, she was
supposed to drop everything and arrive with her mouth open and tongue out,
ready to serve her awesome boyfriend, who generously hadn't taken a shower
after his exhausting practice on the field before sticking out that
uncanningly beautiful, alluringly curvaceous, musky ass for her to feast
on. Yup, Josh Alcott had a great fucking ass.

	Same as every other muscle-obsessed jock he knew, apart from
regular soccer practice, Josh frequented the gym and the swimming pool at
least 5-6 times a week, meticulously working on the appearance of his young
physique. As mentioned, years of soccer helped him achieve a powerful and
muscular ass, plus a pair of hard, thick thighs and exceptionally shaped,
sexy as fuck calves. Thanks to that, his top priority now was sculpting his
upper body, maintaining a set of deep eight-pack abs and a perfect Apollo's
belt above everything else. In fact, Josh's scrumptious, ideally-round bum
and his washboard abdomen were the best-loved parts of his own body
(besides his magnificent, 9" thick dick, obviously). The narcissistic teen
jock absolutely loved to chill in front of some mirror, naked or in one of
his favorite PUMP! or Diesel jockstraps, flexing and slowly jerking off to
the reflection of his own, ridiculously sexy form, while sensuously feeling
up his pumped, hard as fuck muscles, probably getting off on his own
pheromones and the arousing stench of post-gym sweat. Checking out his own
ass, those two superbly shaped, smooth, unblemished, tanned, perfectly
muscled and hard as fucking rock marble globes of mouthwatering flesh was
the best part of all that. It's quite telling about the 18-year-old
soccer-stud – who by the way discovered and immediately fell in love
with the noble art of selfsucking his prick at merely 11 – that one of
his last sexual fantasies that he hadn't already managed to turn into
gloriously depraved reality, was licking and sucking and kissing – in
other words, lovingly worshipping his own asshole.

	Josh's healthy obsession with turning his body into a
breathtakingly beautiful and arousing work of masculine art, which should
be admired and desired by all around him, was clearly visible especially
during his locker room time, when Josh was always the first dude to strip
nude, and the last one to finally put any fuckin' clothes on and get
decent. The devastatingly handsome, cocky teen jock would strut around
proudly, bare-assed and often at least semi-hard, asserting his virile,
Alpha superiority over the less popular or less good-looking guys there,
chatting up his equally attractive homies with the same natural need for
nudity as his, or even other well-muscled, big-dicked dudes whom he didn't
really know that well, but who were hot enough to bother, shooting crap
about working out, sports, or fucking young bitches in every hole possible
(his favorite conversation topics), often chest bumping, dry humping,
taunting and teasing each other playfully with the bros, sometimes grabbing
a dude into a headlock and starting to wrestle nude on the floor – the
beautiful boy's luscious dick and perfectly smooth balls rubbing against
the hot, naked flesh of other young, naked, athlete Alpha studs – or
simply doing other dumb, though bonhomie shit many pumped with testosterone
dudes usually do in that raunchy temple of uninhibited maleness, the locker
room. Most guys act in the exact same way, it's all natural, but Josh was
different in that quite often, unconsciously, the young soccer-stud was
looking for ways to expose his scrumptious ass even further, make other
dudes see and admire his tantalizingly beautiful asshole, almost literally
shove his delectable butt into other guys' faces, simply show off that
carved-out-of-stone bum way beyond the usual homoerotic locker room
camaraderie. He would always strip off his damp jockstrap bent outwards
with his puckered man-pussy spewing pheromones and sometimes leaking a
trickle of ass juice mere inches from the face of the stud changing or
chilling naked next to Josh. Then, the young muscle-stud would slowly,
absentmindedly rub his moist, delicate asshole while talking and joking
with his dawgs, same way they'd do, but only with their chests and ripped
abs. Additionally, when sitting down on a bench, he'd usually raise one of
his fantastically shaped soccer legs and lean back a bit, that way again
fully exposing that most intimate, but also the most fascinating part of
the male physique, nestled between the boy's two melon-like, bubble butt
glutes, practically inviting all the dudes there to check it out. It was
usually hard not to simply stare at that beautiful, pinkish hole with a
dreamy look, thus, emboldened by Josh's shameless jock exhibitionism, his
stoked and horny after workout or practice homies would sometimes feel up
and rub the teen Alpha stud's man-cunt, going as far as sticking fingers
inside that heavenly moistness, pushing the boundaries of how straight
young men horse around with each other, with Josh laughing his head off at
his horny bros and sneering about them being fuckin' faggots, their mouths
watering and thick cocks jutting though at the feel of their good bud's and
teammate's hot, damp, velvety pussy.

	His sculpted legs were the only place where Josh kept body hair,
and he absolutely loved showing them off. A size-too-small pair of tight,
split-side, Abercrombie & Fitch mesh runner shorts, with a
brightly-colored, sexy jockstrap underneath, plus flip-flops, was his
apparel of choice for going outside during most of the year's warm days. He
always reveled in showing off not only his tanned, chiseled arms and
massively muscled torso, but first and foremost the dick-hardening effects
of regular "leg-days" at his favorite gym (with an optional jock-only dress
code in the evenings!) – parading around with those awesomely shaped,
thicc slabs of meat which were his quads and hamstrings, on full display in
front of everyone in the streets, on buses, in shopping malls and food
joints, his hefty cock straining obscenely in the polyester-clad bulge
between that pair of beautiful, manly soccer legs. Contrary to his calves
and thighs, the young stud's broad chest and sculpted abdomen were
naturally smooth. Josh removed his pit hair and his pubes regularly. He
knew some guys his age, including many of his bros, preferred just to trim,
but personally he couldn't imagine himself with even the faintest patch of
hair above his precious jock cock. As for the hot frat boy's rock-hard ass
and sweaty crack, as was the manly custom, his friends and teammates were
responsible for those during common bathroom time, the same way he was
obliged to remove the unnecessary hair from their backsides. Just strapping
young guys appreciating flawless beauty and thus helping each other out,
the way they do in school, dorm and gym shower-rooms all around the globe.

	Josh of course never considered himself gay. As with most of the
modern, lust-driven male youth fixated on athleticism and tireless
muscle-building, the soccer-stud loathed faggots, meaning inferior, lesser
guys, the worst being the ones who always came on to him, but weren't
sculpted Alpha muscle gods themselves. He was cool about even the gayest of
dudes as long as – in line with his tribal mentality – they too were
hugely-built, dominant, testosterone-fuelled fuckers with awesome, ripped
bodies and enormous dicks. According to his own and his bros' world view,
real men are born to constantly fuck, doesn't really matter who it is they
are fucking, as long as that someone is exceptionally hot. This way,
despite hating nearly everything that's "homo", they had no problem with
indulging in the most perverse, uber-masculine sex acts with each other,
while still maintaining relationships and ferociously fucking their
girlfriends. Taking all that into consideration, the young muscle-jock –
positive about being straight – naturally considered boys and men to be
way more attractive and fuck-worthy, even from the biggest-boobed bitches
with the tightest and juiciest of cunts. He knew his bros were like-minded,
because that's just how boys are nowadays, probably always have been. They
are beautiful, wonderful beings, promiscuous, audacious, arrogant and
self-confident, the one thing lingering in their minds being selfish,
bodily pleasure. The only stuff they give a fuck about is looking hot,
sports, getting shitfaced with liquor and drugs, video games, and their
primal, animalistic need to fuck.

	Josh had a girlfriend, whom he used mainly for fucking her little
brains out, naturally not being in love with her. Cindy, aged 16, was a
blonde volleyball player at the elite Marlborough School in Hancock
Park. She was hopelessly in love with Josh, though in the beginning she'd
just wanted to have a sexy, older, trophy-stud boyfriend, like all the
other popular girls in school. She was putting up with everything he
demanded of her, including kinky sex and various forms of refined
degradation. She knew about his constant fucking around with his bros, her
friends, and dozens upon dozens of complete strangers, both guys and
cunts. Hell, more often than not, he made her take part in crazy,
sweat-drenched group fucks. The muscled 18-year-old jock introduced her to
a pair of his own good friends, Tina and Molly. He made her rim his
perfectly shaped, sexy ass dozens of times during a week, lick and
admiringly worship his stinky, sweaty body after workouts and soccer
practice, sniff and suck on his used, ripe jockstraps. Josh even made Cindy
fuck David, her faggot twin brother who had a romantic crush on his
sister's shit-hot boyfriend. The stud recorded the whole thing with his
phone, and afterwards brutally fucked the 15-year-old boy himself in his
smooth, virgin butt, unintentionally making the fag's biggest fantasy
become reality.

	Oftentimes when they saw each other, Josh used to somehow find a
way to unceremoniously piss on Cindy, make her drink his fresh, potent
piss, or best of all – piss inside both her pussy and ass. If at her
home or the frat house, the bitch would get sprayed all over like with a
fire hose, getting her lace underwear or girly Marlborough uniform all
drenched and dripping steamy soccer-boy piss, while being called
affectionate names like "fuckin' bitch" or "fuckin' piss slut". Later, Josh
would always tell her that pissing on a girl is a way for a boy to show her
that he loves her and that she belongs to him, the same way dogs mark their
territory. If the stupid cunt truly loved Josh, she should understand and
be fucking grateful. Being just a female, she was of course dumb enough to
believe him. That excuse hardly worked though during those times when Josh
would invite his team buddies and other boys and men to piss on and inside
Cindy and fuck her holes senseless, during those delirious, out-of-control
shows of amuck, highly-charged prowess and masculine lust, inconspicuously
called "frat house parties".

	The young soccer-stud disliked kissing Cindy. In fact, he was
getting more and more bored with her. He would only kiss her after she'd
drunk his flavorsome piss or fresh cum, so his own yummy taste was still on
the cunt's lips. It's been almost a year since they'd started dating, quite
longer than with a few of his previous cunt-whores, before he'd finally
dump them. She sucked Josh's huge cock and dutifully gulped down his
ambrosial, plentiful nut on their first date. Josh fucked Cindy in her
virgin asshole on their second date, in a toilet stall of a local
elementary school – where they had managed to sneak in – with the
door wide opened, because the sly Alpha athlete stud knew all the little
boys there would fucking love the free sex-show, especially since performed
by such a fucking hot couple. He was right, of course – the fuck had an
audience of about twenty wide-eyed, red-faced, furiously jacking themselves
off and boygasming again and again kids, the oldest one not being even 11
years old, their jaws dropped to the floor as they watched this older,
ridiculously well-muscled high school boy, gloriously naked in front of all
of them – apart for his Givenchy leather snapback, high-top, white
Osiris skate shoes and a black Rufskin jockstrap around his lower legs –
viciously ass-fuck his hot as fuck bitch with that seemingly gigantic,
mesmerizing dick. At first Cindy naturally wanted to bitch about it, but
after slapping her, Josh laughed the stupid cunt off and explained that
nowadays little kids watch way too much porn on the screens of their
phones, so providing them with some actual live entertainment was the
responsible thing to do. He ignored the fact that either way, all the
delighted young boys were taking pics or recording his exhibitionist
display of expert cocksmanship with their iPhones, securing quality jack
off material for weeks to come. Ever the show off, throughout his
performance Josh licked his armpits and biceps, tweaked his nipples and
rubbed his awesome abs, while throwing an exceptionally mean fuck at the
helpless slut, her thick ass pulverized without mercy by nine inches of
quality jock-meat. Nearing his powerful climax, the frat boy made a point
of rapidly pulling out of Cindy's now well-fucked hole and forcing the
15-year-old cunt to her knees in front of his majestic, now sweat-soaked
figure, so he could graciously baptize her pretty face with his fresh,
steamy, bountiful load of thick white nut. The sight of the ecstatic
muscle-stud, stoked as fuck on his overwhelming orgasm and roaring like a
beast while shooting thick, powerful ropes of precious white nectar, which
were hitting Cindy hard on her cheeks, lips, eyes and forehead and then
dripping profusely onto her boobs, the back of her head in the tight grip
of her boyfriend's large palm, was the indisputable highlight of Josh's
charitable fuck-show. Commemorative photos with the children followed, of
course, with the majority of the euphoric little boys maybe seven or eight
years old at most. Anything they asked for to make the pics look special,
Josh was happy to follow. For the next half an hour he was flexing his
awesome, pumped-as-fuck muscles and shredded abs or making his fat, still
oozing dick twitch for his giddy little audience, no way forgetting to
boast his smooth, marble-like glutes and the alluring asshole nestled
invitingly between them, while at the same time he ordered Cindy to show
off her own swollen fuck-chute, her neatly shaven cunt, and the now
cum-covered tits, with the excited beyond imagination little boys dipping
their tiny fingers in their latest idol's stodgy jizz making for a lovely
picture. The only thing the thoughtful young man was worried about at that
moment was whether the kids who had seen him power-fuck his bitch,
practically reducing her to a mindless fleshlight for his magnificent
penis, his pleasure being the ultimate and sole goal, would learn the
lesson that this is the exact and only way – the Alpha way, the American
way, to properly treat their current or future girlfriends – using your
fist and your prick. Oh yeah, soon after that, Josh began making Cindy
drink his delicious, potent piss, returning for lesson number two to the
same elementary school restroom to demonstrate, some of the delighted
little boys even joining him in emptying their heavy bladders at the
teenage slut.

	Frankly speaking, nowadays Josh was waiting for the cunt-whore to
get pregnant, so he could kick her to the curb at last. It was weird she
hadn't been knocked up yet, since Josh refused to ever wear condoms. Maybe
it was because he so much preferred fucking her tight asshole, rather than
pussy. All the kick he was getting from that relationship the past few
months was thinking up new ways to degrade and humiliate Cindy. Actually, a
few evenings back, after an intense, sweaty gym workout and then a
drug-fuelled bro-job session, Josh, Kevin, Nick van Lynden (one of the
frat's top lax players), and a few of the other frat boys conceived an idea
where they would let Cindy be fucked by Nick's dogs, a Doberman and two
Great Danes, just to see if that would get her and Josh's relationship
going again.

***

	Josh threw his iPhone 11 onto the cum-stained bed sheets next to
Sandy's 12-year-old body. The frat boy stud was slowly stroking his fat 9"
dick with both of his hands now. He was using the leaking clear jock-honey
to smear his long, hard-as-fuck shaft all over, making it all slimy and
slippery. Pre-cum was also dripping onto the horny teen's heavy ballsack,
coating the smooth pouch and his hairy inner thighs. It's already been four
or five hours since the last time he had a fuck. His luscious,
blood-engorged prick was a bit sore, but at the same time it was literally
twitching to again plow some tight cunt. Sandy didn't have to do much to
reignite the hard-muscled Alpha stud's prime, animal lust for his little
boy-ass.

	"OK, bitch. You asking for it".

	"Fuck yeah! Fuckin' ram it in the lil' slut!" yelled Justin, a
21-year-old wrestler.

	"Show him how an Alpha Psi Alpha fucks pussy!" added Taylor, 22, a
swimming champion who was sensually feeling up his beautifully ripped,
washboard abs with one hand, and pulling at his pierced, hard little nipple
with the other.

	"Fuck da' shit outta da' tweaka biatch, dawg," 19-year-old DeAndre
was as enthusiastic as were the other boys, his tattooed, hard-muscled,
mocha body all shiny with sweat and smelly in a very manly, sexy way.

	The guys spent the whole night fucking, sucking, fisting, eating
ass and getting majorly shitfaced. Most of them only had a couple of hours
of sleep, if any at all. Some of them were still cross-faded. Others were
tired and hungover, but every single frat boy in the room gladly welcomed
yet another opportunity to watch some quality ass fucking, especially since
they themselves didn't have to do anything more than just stare, jerk off
and record the hot action with their Apple phones.

	Josh's enormous fuck-stick, painfully hard, tantalizing in its
menacing beauty and leaking boy-honey, was pointing directly at Sandy. The
air was sultry; it was causing everyone to sweat like pigs and breathe
heavily. Shed trunks, shorts, and jockstraps were lying around the boys'
ankles. A few of the guys were jacking their horny buddies next to them,
spattering the pre-cum dripping from their huge dicks all around. Nobody
cared about picking up empty beer bottles, putting the furniture up again
or throwing away cold, leftover pizzas anymore. It was almost noon; they
should be heading to the gang showers downstairs and preparing for their
afternoon classes. Instead, they were watching a little 12-year-old blond
boy about to get expertly fucked in his gaping cunt – the same cunt
they've jizzed in abundantly themselves, at least a few times each, through
the time of their frat party.

	Sandy was lewdly chewing on the latex condom he pulled out of his
own messy twat. When he was sure there was no juice left, he spat the used
rubber out onto the dirty floor. The boy's 4.7" hard cock was splayed
across his delicate abs, leaking steadily and covering his small chest with
its gooey slop. Sandy knew exactly what he was doing. He felt like being
fucked one last time by one of those lusciously hot, massively-muscled
jocks. He was hungover and his sexy little body was aching, but he was also
very horned up. Then he saw that feral look in Josh's eyes; he immediately
knew that nothing could make the horny frat boy abort his plan to screw him
senseless. Josh has already caught a whiff of Sandy's intoxicating, boyish
musk and was inevitably going to breed him like a fucking bitch. The 6th
grader had been a part of the industry since the age of 7, he knew all too
well what every guy on the planet really wants to do, whenever possible
– fuck small, underage boys in the ass. Now, it was Josh who would do
just so – fuck him in his fuckin' 12-year-old ass.

	Still a bit high from the crystal, Sandy raised his smooth, thin,
shapely legs and threw them both over his shoulders, so his cute little
feet were lying along his head and his slutty, obscenely gaping ass was on
full display for all the older boys to feast upon with their hungry eyes.

	"Fuck, Josh. Fuck me like the little motherfuckin' slut that I
am. Please, I need to feel that fat dick in my fuckin' guts! FUCK ME
NOOOW!!! FUCK MY MOTHERFUCKING CUNT!!!" Sandy cried out. The boy's voice
hadn't really changed yet; he was still piping almost like a young
girl. Hearing him swear and beg for some serious dick like that sounded
absolutely obscene. The frat boys loved it, of course, their ripped,
smooth, shiny with sweat muscles flexing as they were all furiously jacking
off, either themselves or their friends next to them. Sandy stretched out
his arms forward and again reached inside his bottomless boyhole. Fingers
hooked on the edges of his pucker, the fucked up kid started pulling
outwards, trying to widen his puffy, slimy entrance even more! One could
almost see inside his colon. It was an unmistakable gesture of invitation
– Sandy was in a desperate need of some brutal ass-fucking. "FUCK
MEEEE...!"

	"Aw, fuck," Josh couldn't take it anymore. The studly teen jock
jumped like a panther towards the juvenile whore on the bed before him and
grabbed Sandy's petite, folded body on both sides. He aimed his powerful,
almost beer can-thick, 9" cut cock at the 12-year-old's chute and slammed
it hard, straight into that moist tunnel of love, balls deep.

	"HOOOOOLYY FUUU...Mmmmmmmppphhh...!" the thrust of Josh's hips was
so powerful that it caused Sandy's body to bend in half even more, forcing
his leaking cock into his own screaming mouth. The wide-eyed 12-year-old
boy wasted no time and immediately began slurping the delicious gooey slime
off his penis. Stuffing his mouth with his own dripping prick muffled the
girlish screams a bit.

	"Christ, that's hot," mumbled Josh, seeing how the folded kid
underneath his ripped, well-muscled, incomparably larger form was sucking
at his own dickhead with frenzied abandon. The older boy's own cock: so
long, so hard, so solid, was buried deep in the tween kid's most sacred
orifice. Though Sandy had been continuously long-dicked throughout the frat
boys' party, Josh could still feel some tightness around his fat, meaty
shaft. He looked down at his body. His musculature shone with glistening
sweat, his rippled abs were flexing just above where he plugged into this
slutty kid beneath his 195 lbs of pure muscle beef. He could smell the
awesome stench of piss, cum and musky sweat on himself and all sexy-ass
college jocks surrounding him and his fuck toy. Horny thoughts were rushing
through his testosterone-fuelled mind: "Fuck, where do little faggots like
this come from? And are there any even younger ones available?"

	The handsome jock-stud's muscular ass tightened as Josh pulled out
a bit, only to stuff Sandy's sloshy insides with his succulent cock in
another darting, expert thrust. His smooth, sweaty balls jostled and
slammed hard against the pale boy flesh. As Josh again pulled out from his
thrust, the pressure on Sandy's frame eased, letting the delirious boy's
body straighten out enough for his dick to exit his lips, immediately
spraying his flushed face with gobs of fresh boy-honey. The kid shifted a
bit just in time before Josh's mighty fuck-stick again plunged inside his
cavernous cunt. This time Sandy's hard cocklet escaped the catch of his
wide-open mouth, allowing him to start mumbling and screaming in feverish
lust:

	"Ohhh fuuuck!!! ...Please... fuck me! My
pussy... Motherfucker... please... Fucking Christ... Fuck me hard! Like
this... middle school pussy... Fuck... homo cunt...? 12 years
old... Goddamn fuck... Harder! I need you... to fuck... my motherfucking
ass!!!"

	In and out, in and out, in and out. Tears started forming in
Sandy's eyes as Josh began fucking him like a fucking rag doll. The
muscle-stud looked at the young boy's face. His blond hair was already all
damp and glued to his forehead. Sandy was thoroughly smeared with sweat and
his own pre-cum. He looked exhausted, his eyes were bleary. He was panting
and gasping abruptly, every now and then spitting out obscenities with his
high-pitched voice. The older jock suddenly felt a strong urge to kiss the
fucked up boy. He lowered himself even more and then wantonly forced his
aggressive tongue into Sandy's mouth, his steel shaft still buried in the
12-year-old fuck-whore's hot cunt. Josh began to forcefully French kiss
Sandy, making loud moaning and slurping noises while he was at it, not
giving a fuck about the other dudes thinking it might be gay. The sexy kid
beneath him responded and dueled the gloriously-muscled stud's tongue with
his own. Josh's sweat was dripping onto Sandy, who in turn could smell the
Alpha jock's manly odor, but more importantly, he could feel Josh's huge
fucking dick buried way deep inside his preadolescent body. Sandy loved it.

	After a couple of minutes, the horny frat boy broke their kiss and
once again looked at the childish face beneath him, before going into a
power fuck mode.

	"AAAAAHHH...!!!" yelled Sandy as Josh began to rapidly fuck in and
out of his inflamed cunt. The sexy freshman put his manly palm on the
heaving boy's sticky torso and started sensually feeling up Sandy's hot
lil' body, marveling at the exquisite contrast between their respective
sizes. "Gawd, it's so awesome to be fucking a kid!" thought the stoked
soccer-stud.

	The pain caused by the steellike pole rearranging his insides was
matched only by pleasure coming from the exact same sensation. Josh was
rabbit-fucking the little boy in a truly rapacious manner, each time taking
his huge schlong almost completely out, only to once again slam his much
larger and heavier body against Sandy's petite form and to sink deeper and
deeper into the slutty kid. Every time Josh was pulling out of Sandy's
dilated hole, his luscious ass globes revealed the studly jock's own
beautiful pucker. His homies, frantically jacking off behind him, couldn't
believe how fucking hot the difference was between their bro's intact rear
entrance, that enticingly mouthwatering muscle-cunt, so prized by its
arrogant and narcissistic, yet devastatingly handsome and awesomely
muscle-ripped owner, and the six-years-younger boy's busted, leaking hole.

	The room was filled with sounds of fapping, flesh slapping against
flesh, loud moaning and the incoherent mumblings of an preadolescent slut
in the grip of ecstatic pedo boy-play. Sandy was trying to feel up Josh's
gorgeous abs and those huge, swole thighs, but it wasn't easy because his
whole body was shaking to the rhythm of the athletic frat-stud's rapid
fuck-thrusts. He was mumbling incoherently, his high-pitched voice
trembling, turning on the talented cocksman even more. The little kid's ass
juices were flowing like crazy.

	"Take it, motherfucker bitch! Take my fuckin' cock! You fuckin'
lil' faggot slut! Goddamn fuckin' Jesus! Fuck!"

	The other guys in the room were filming the hot action and stroking
their own young, hard pricks with total abandon. Lots of dudes were coming
in from other parts of the house, curious about what the fuck was going
on. At one point there were well over 20 Alpha Psi Alpha members present. A
few of Josh's well-muscled buddies moved to the back of Sandy's bed,
positioning themselves so they could spurt their hot jizz onto the boy's
delicate face. Saliva was dripping from the 6th grader's gaping mouth, as
the long shafts of the frat boys' fat dicks, ranging from 8" to almost 12",
started hovering above him. He was jerking his own firm 12-year-old cock
like a madman, squirming and squealing under the insanely sexy bodies of
the swole muscle-gods towering above his tiny form.

	"Fuck. Fuck. Fuck, ohh fuuuck! You fuckin' homo cunt!"

	"Such a... uuughhh... hot fuckin' bitch!"

	Young Sandy greedily put his little pinkish tongue out to catch the
pearly drops of cock-honey falling from the frat boys' piss slits. The cute
little middle schooler was insatiable for muscle jock dick-snot, always
hungry for more and more hot jizz, milked out of huge adult cocks. The
pre-cum oozing from the athletic jocks' fuck-sticks was already coating his
face with a gooey layer. Then, finally, one of the guys, Taylor, started
screaming: "AWWW, FUCK!!! I'm gonna cummm! Shiiiit, eat my load, fucking
faggot! Fuckin'... motherfuckin'... cum... whore... Uuuuuunnnngggghhh!!!"

	Taylor's sweat-covered balls tightened as his thick cock started
spraying Sandy with volley after volley of hot white nectar. Gobs of the
22-year-old's potent jizz were landing on the kid's face, neck, chest, in
his hair and into his slutty mouth. The thick, tasty boy-essence was
splashing all over Sandy, amidst his panting moans of pure, unconditional
lust. The sensation of being cummed on prompted his own powerful boygasm,
as he too started shooting huge volumes of delicious baby-milk, trying to
direct as much of it as possible into his own greedy, wide-open mouth. The
heavenly feeling in Sandy's groin made him squeeze Josh's love-stick extra
tight. The teenage frat-jock, who was pillaging the ass wriggling under his
majestically-muscled, athletic physique, time and again hitting the
12-year-old's sensitive G-spot, roared like an animal after he felt the
orgasming twink's pussy muscles tighten around his steel shaft, sucking it
in even deeper into the young body.

	"AW, GAWD! FFFUCKIN' CHRISSST...! UUUgghhh...! Fuck! I'm cumming,
bitch! Take my fuckin' cum!!! Oooooooohh, you fuckin' faggot sluuuut...!!!"

	Teenage soccer-stud sperm was flooding the 12-year-old fuck-bitch's
bowels, carved out by countless cocks which have fucked him since he was
only 7. The other boys also started cumming, trying hard to cover the 6th
grader's face and firm, smooth body with their delicious, manly essence. It
was a cum bath. The horny dudes had no idea there was so much fresh jizz
still left in them, after all the exploits of the previous night. They were
all gladly sharing it with their young, very special guest. When one stud
was finished with spilling his nectarous seed on the boy, he was moving
aside, so to make room for the dude anticipating his turn. Almost every
cumshot was accompanied by cheers and woo-hoos from the hyped bros, the
most impressive ones earning cries of delight, chest-bumps and
high-fives. Soon, all the sweat-soaked frat boys were done, and 12-year-old
Sandy was absolutely drenched in steamy jock-cum.

	"Oh, fuck," was all the spent young men were able to say, repeating
the words one after another. Josh was still buried in the cum slut, while
the others were again grabbing their iPhones – their fat, dripping dicks
waggling between their beefy, muscled quads – shooting pics of the now
motionless, heavily breathing kid lying on the cum-soaked bed, coated in a
thick layer of delicious-looking frat boy cream. Some of the guys were
taking selfies with Sandy, smiling wide and cheerfully while positioning
themselves next to the boy's soaked face, like he was some kind of a
trophy.

	"Someone... bring me a bowl, or a glass, or something," panted
Josh, all spent, but standing motionless in all his naked, sweaty glory of
a muscle-god, with his enormous jock-cock plugging Sandy's overflowing
pussy. Taylor, the 22-year-old swimmer, hopped to one of the cluttered
coffee tables nearby. In less than no time the naked, smooth-bodied athlete
scanned the filthy surface, crammed with bottles, cans and cups. Some of
them empty, some still containing liquor, some filled with piss – as
shitfaced, fucked up college boys are used to emptying their heavy bladders
into whatever is at hand, not bothering to search for sinks, basins, or
opened windows to water the lawn while pissing through them. A puzzling
collection of bright, colorful condoms, all knotted and filled with watery,
stale cum, was strewn around among Stolichnaya and Jack Daniel's
bottles. Plastic jars containing weed buds, with labels saying "Bruce
Banner #3", "Blue Cookies", "A-Dub", stood right next to a couple of 12",
beer can-thick, spiked dildos. Tay grabbed a porcelain bowl filled with
colorful party drugs, dumped the contents on the floor – accidentally
right into a pool of some dude's piss – and quickly returned to his
athletic stud buddy.

	"Here, dawg," the lean jock handed Josh the empty vessel. The Alpha
stud positioned the bowl right under Sandy's curvaceous ass and his
thoroughly-fucked cunt, and began to ever so slowly back away from the
exhausted, cum-covered tween kid, pulling his sore, sensitive schlong out
of the middle school slut. The young men all stared in lustful fascination
as a fragrant, heavy torrent of nut and ass juices started gushing from
Sandy's back entrance, the flow increasing gradually as Josh was pulling
his beautiful dick further out of the kid. The bowl was filled over half
way with the liquid goodness, when Josh's still hard prick left Sandy's
insides at last. The emptiness in his guts felt unnatural to the
12-year-old boy, all of a sudden not having a dick in him after such a
tremendously satisfying made poor Sandy involuntarily whine like a little
baby. He shifted a little, attempting to lift himself off the scummy bed,
but to his complete surprise – since his eyes were glued shut with dick
snot – something big, bigger and thicker than Josh's awesome cock,
re-entered Sandy between his pale, hairless ass globes, rapidly invading
his loose, fucked-out pussy once again.

	"AAAAAAAHH!!!" ... "JEEESUS FUUU...!"... "UUUGGHHH...!"

	Josh didn't want any leftover cum in Sandy's bowels. Without
hesitation, not bothering to at least warn the drained boy, the
sculpted-by-gods jock-stud rammed his whole fucking hand inside the
12-year-old's spent, juicy cunt, wrist deep. All of the dominant cocksman's
five long, bony fingers were twisting and churning inside the middle
schooler's abruptly assaulted body, like it were some puppet. Josh intended
to milk Sandy's pert, marble ass thoroughly. Small streams of the young
twink's ass juices, Josh's nut and probably residue of a few of the
previous loads dumped in Sandy again started flowing into the porcelain
bowl. The kid's body reacted in the only way possible – his sore
boy-dick started spurting more fresh jizz, without anyone even touching
it. The sudden boygasm made Sandy tremble and his eyes rolled back in his
head. Wriggling around, he was splattering all the beefy jocks surrounding
him with cum that was still dripping from his slim body, the powerful,
muscle-ripped physiques and handsome faces of all the young studs getting
hit with remnants of their own, mind-blowing orgasms. Finally, Josh pulled
out his huge palm, collecting the last drops of precious liquid from the
young whore's obscenely stretched, unnaturally gaping asshole. He then
licked his fingers clean.

	Sandy fell flat on the drenched, smelly sheets. He was breathing
heavily, every now and then coughing a little bit. He was on the brink of
exhaustion. It was a magnificent fuck. It wouldn't wear him out so much if
he hadn't been already skewered throughout the whole fucking night. The
horny frat boys' amazing fuck-stamina resulted in even such an experienced
boy as Sandy being left panting. He was supposed to serve as a fuck toy
only during the course of a frat party, which ended at about 6 a.m. It was
past noon and there he was, still in the Alpha Psi Alpha house, lying in a
pool of jock-cum like a piece of human trash... and loving every fuckin'
second of it.

	"I'm guessing this means we're skipping today's classes, huh?"
Kevin, who was one of the studs who drained his balls onto Sandy and
splashed him with his hot jizz while the twink was being seriously
ass-fucked by Josh, was still wearing the wife-beater, except now it was
all stained and soggy, clinging tightly to his beautifully sculpted
torso. He had ripped off his black jockstrap long ago, freeing his gorgeous
9.5" schlong to play with the cute kid.

	"Fuck, I think we should check if the bitch is still alive and able
to walk by himself".

	"Well I think we should have some breakfast first, gentlemen,"
smirked Justin, the 21-year-old wrestler, after he'd finally finished
gathering all the nut-juice from between his amazingly cut, rock-hard ab
muscles and gladly sucking it off his long fingers. He then sunk a couple
of them in the rich cum coating covering their boy toy's small body,
scooping a healthy gob and bringing it towards his lips. Soon, all of the
athlete studs were feasting on their own jizz, greedily gobbling up as much
of their dick-sauce as possible. Squelching, slurping sounds accompanied
their nutritious afternoon meal. As soon as Sandy's eyes were cleared up he
rose and sat on the bed, looking at all the frat jocks around him, their
powerful muscles rippling underneath their skin, their abs, pecs, biceps
flexing, long, luscious cocks and heavy ballsacs swinging, as they hungrily
feasted on their own spooge, savoring its gourmet taste and commenting on
the flavor and consistency, cracking up while trying to guess whose cum
they were currently sampling. Their acquisitive fingers on Sandy's fragile
body were tickling him and making the cute boy giggle.

	"There's a special treat for you, lil' dude," smiled Josh, licking
off the last drops of the creamy delicacy off his digits. First he went to
grab one of the pipes lying around, rocking his lusciously thick dick as he
did so. He filled it with pot, lit it, and took a few hits, then passed it
to Sandy. The 12-year-old middle schooler inhaled deeply several times, and
then he too passed the bong to the other guys. Next, after waiting a bit
for the weed to kick in, Josh reached for the overflowing bowl of
ass-squeezed jism. "Now, for the main course...," the muscle-stud grinned
wickedly.

	"Oh fuck!!!" the astonished Sandy opened his bloodshot eyes wide,
seeing the murky, liquid content of the vessel in front of him and guessing
where it came from.

	"Yup! It's all yours, champ! You deserve it!" laughed Josh,
followed by his jock buds around him. The excited 12-year-old boy took the
bowl and brought it closer to his perky little nose. He inhaled deeply and
smiled in a happy, stoned grin, like a kid who just got his favorite candy,
his appetite immediately stimulated. The strong, musky odor was
intoxicating.

	"Bottoms up, lil' dude!"

	The blond angel started chugging on the potent spooge-and-ass-juice
mixture, taking it in like a real champ – in a single gulp, he filled up
his belly with what was carefully milked out of his own, well-fucked
asshole. Jizz started dripping down his chin and trickling through the
corners of his lips, as the twink dutifully guzzled his yummy treat with
sincere gusto. When he was done, the slutty boy smacked his nut-glazed lips
and again started grinning at the naked frat members, his whole face
begrimed, a nice buzz kicking in inside his head. The guys started
woo-hooing and high-fiving each other and their special lil' guest.

	For the next couple of hours or so, Sandy and the frat boys who
decided to hang around, over a dozen of them, were chillin', smoking pot,
hittin' the meth pipe, having beers and just shooting the shit. Not one of
the guys even considered putting any clothes or underwear on, their naked
bodies displayed for all the others to marvel, feel up and appreciate their
perfect, muscle-bulging beauty. A few dudes, already too horny to contain
themselves, were power-fucking each others' asses doggie-style with the
force of athletic, masculine intensity, right there on the floor, their
minds clouded with desire for their jock-buddies' brilliantly chiseled abs,
pecs, arms and legs. Two others, Justin and Chad, giddy with raw,
insatiable lust after sucking in some powder, decided to ass-fuck the still
unconscious Brett, taking advantage of the fact that he couldn't protest
while just lying there motionless, normally considering himself to be too
straight to take dick up his tight, virgin man-cunt. 12-year-old Sandy was
also enjoying himself, getting to know the frat pack a bit better, allowing
everyone to fondle his so much smaller, sexy bod and take selfies with his
amazing asshole. Even though he was baked and quite chatty, the blond boy
was cautious not to blurt out too much about his profession as a slut and
the mysterious business card, which Kevin got a hold of after doing some
asking around before their party. He was very willingly telling funny
stories about his other customers, but not much more – avoiding the
topic of his origins in the business in particular.

	Finally, it was time to go. "Here, lil' dawg," Kevin handed Sandy a
wad of Benjamins, "It's what we agreed upon yesterday. Plus a sizeable
bonus, straight outta Josh's retirement fund, for his today's fun and
games," Kev threw the grinning Josh a mock-stern look.

	"It's ok you guys, you didn't have to pay me extra," Sandy smiled
at the naked muscle-gods, still feeling a bit stoned, "If I didn't want to
stay and play some more, I would've been long outta here. It ain't that
easy...," he reached for both Kev's and Josh's plump dicks, pulling at them
sensuously and getting their slimy pre-cum all over his hands, "...to part
with these boys, you know".

	"And here is some candy to stock up your supply, dawg," a boy named
Reed handed Sandy a big bag of meth crystals, "Just don't tell your `rents
where you got it, tweaker boy," he laughed.

	"Coooooooooool!!!" Sandy's eyes lit up at the unexpected gift from
the young men.

	"There are gang-showers in the basement. You can go clean up while
we look for your clothes. And somehow I already know it won't be a walk in
the park!" said Justin, as he looked around the cluttered room, which
looked like a crossover between a gay porn set and a garbage dump.

	Sandy went downstairs to take a quick shower, as
advised. Meanwhile, the group spread out to search for the little boy's
clothes, which he took off sometime after entering the house the day
prior. They managed to find his black Converse gym shoes, his slim-fit
skinny jeans and the Nike Heritage Sackpack he came in with, nothing
more. When the boy returned, they had to somehow make up for the lost
clothes, at least for now. Sandy was missing his Baekhyun T-shirt, a
Burberry pea coat and most interestingly, his Spiderman briefs.

	"Well, we have to equip you with something else, until we find your
missing duds and you can come back for `em. C'mon, lil' dawg" said Josh,
the handsome 18-year-old cocksman. He then led Sandy outside, upstairs to
the next floor, down a long corridor and finally into his own room. The kid
had some trouble walking by himself, his anus still sore and gaping. He was
used to it, though.

	It didn't really surprise the 12-year-old boy that Josh's room
differed little in terms of orderliness from the other parts of the house
that he'd already seen. The air was thick with fuckin' testosterone and
filled with the same intoxicating odors of teen boy sweat, cum and weed,
topped with a faint touch of piss. The window looked like it was never
being opened, because the window sill was tightly crammed with glass bongs
and cannabis plants growing in colorful flowerpots. An 8K Samsung TV set
was surrounded by stacks of dusty, old DVDs, a few of them with straight
porn. A night table next to the double bed had a small bag of crystal, a
few different meth bowls, some poppers bottles and a range of Gun Oil lube
products on it. Piles of discarded male clothing and used underwear were
lying everywhere. It was easy to trip either over them, or over heaps of
empty beer cans and liquor bottles. The walls were tightly covered with
framed posters of handsome soccer players and other famous hot athletes,
like "scar, Hachim Mastour, James Rodrνguez, Cristiano Ronaldo, OBJ, and
Jake Dalton. Much to his content, Sandy even noticed one of Zayn Malik,
back from when he was still young.

	The still naked Josh rushed to a large closet and began to ransack
his clothing. "I seriously don't have a fuckin' clue which of these are
clean, lil' dawg. We all wear each others' clothes and undies, and to be
honest, I got no idea who does the washing around here," laughed the
gorgeous jock, standing with his back to Sandy, muscled legs astride, his
smooth, soccer-boy ass sticking out. He was pulling out various Ts and
sweatshirts, looking for something small enough for the 12-year-old boy to
slip on. "Oh, and I don't think I have any other undies except for
jockstraps, so..." he smirked leeringly.

	"That's ok, I can go commando. I don't think they would fit
anyways, with the pouches overstretched and worn out by your huge dicks,
and all," laughed the cute twink.

	Finally, they settled for a fairly clean sweatshirt (at least it
didn't have any cum stains), with the frat's Greek letters and its coat of
arms proudly displayed on front. Sandy got dressed, packed his
complimentary meth and then gave everyone a hug and a manly, sloppy
kiss. It was well past noon when he left the frat house, walking in a
strange manner, accompanied by a shirtless, dressed only in a pair of
sweatpants and Yeezy sneakers Kevin, who had to guide him out of Fraternity
Row.

	After going back inside the house, the studly jock, together with
the other dudes, was greeted by Brock's revelation: "Surpriiise,
motherfuckers! Look what ain't really gone missing at all! Does anybody
want a sniff?" He was waving Sandy's Spiderman undies, which he had slyly
tucked away during the search for the lil' boy's clothes. The
hugely-muscled, naked frat boy brought the small pair of colorful briefs to
his face and inhaled deeply, getting off on the intoxicating, musky tween
boy scent, immediately boning up to his full 10 inches of rock-hard Alpha
prick. Kev gave him a wide grin, but after that he reached into his pocket
and again started studying the black business card...


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any mistakes and inadequacies. I apologize for making them and hope they
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