Date: Sat, 4 Jan 2020 13:33:58 +0100
From: Purple Taoist <flowerpotheaded@gmail.com>
Subject: Sandy and the Boys - Chapter 1 (Revised)

This story contains graphic sexual scenes between males older and younger
than 18. If material of this nature offends you then you should not read
this story.

This story is purely a work of fiction. Any resemblance to person's living
or dead, or to events that may have occurred, is purely coincidental.

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Sandy and the Boys – Chapter 1


	Sandy's foggy mind started registering that someone was apparently
sticking a tongue in his ass after about five minutes of that someone's
spirited attempts at vigorously rimming the blacked out boy. The growing
ticklish feeling finally forced Sandy to slowly open his eyes and
immediately, he was blinded by sunlight coming through the room's
windows. The pain in his head was fuckin' terrible. At first he couldn't
see anything, but gradually his eyes got used to the light and he started
recalling where he was and what the fuck was going on.

	"Hey, I think the lil' faggot bitch is finally awake!" said a male
voice with a cocky feel to it, somewhere on Sandy's left. Sandy put some
effort in turning his hungover head towards where he heard the "polite"
stranger. He saw a perfectly proportioned, muscular young man with a
disheveled, blond quiff hairdo, whose religious devotion to fitness was
clearly visible. The guy was completely naked and apparently in the process
of picking up empty liquor bottles, of which there were a fucking lot, all
over the place. His tasty-looking, sizeable dick and smooth, nearly
orange-sized balls were unashamedly swinging between the buff stud's swole
thighs. After a minute of staring Sandy recognized him and vaguely
remembered his name – Brock. Around Brock he saw a few other boys in
their late teens, literally each one of them an outrageously hot, exemplary
jock ideal, with only a couple wearing casually put on, skimpy jockstraps,
the rest likewise butt naked. Same as Brock, those guys were also
unhurriedly trying to make the room at least resemble a regular human
habitat, and not a permanently filthy man cave.

	"And a good morning to you too, gentlemen," said Sandy towards the
young men with a faint smirk on his face. Now he remembered where he was.

	The room reeked. It was stuffy and the air was filled with various
manly smells: sweat, piss, cum, and – of course – weed. Sandy knew
that mixture all too well. There was quite a lot of furniture, but almost
all of the chairs and sofas and tables were overturned and shuffled about
in total chaos. The floor – and every other available surface – was
covered with half-empty cans and bottles, empty pizza boxes, leftover food,
scattered pieces of male clothing. After a closer look, Sandy also saw
slimy condoms pulled over beer bottle necks, cigarette buds stuck into
cold, half-eaten pizza slices, and small bags of weed buds, meth crystals
and MDMA pills lying around in the open, as if they were fuckin'
Cheetos. There were dozens upon dozens of red plastic cups, as well as
whole beer kegs, glass bongs, and bubblers. Discarded white socks and
cum-stained jockstraps were hanging from handles, lamps, and two chin-up
bars. A 12" canine dildo was lying on some probably unused student study
books, right under a tattered, decades-old, Yale blue UCLA Bruins flag
pinned to the wall. Most notably though, powerful bodies – naked or
semi-naked – of hot-looking, unconscious young men, so drunk and
hopped-up that it was impossible to wake them up, were sprawled out on
sofas, on the floor, and every other possible place... Yup, he was still in
the Alpha Psi Alpha frat house from the last night's party.

	"Rise and shine, sleeping beauty! Get the fuck up already. We have
classes today and we still have to smuggle you outta here," said a tall boy
wearing a very tight wife-beater and a bulging, black PUMP! jock, whose
name, as Sandy recalled, was Kevin, as he approached him with a small, lit
bowl full of churning white smoke. The wife-beater did little to conceal
his incredible-looking, broad pecs and sculpted, gym-built abs straining
under the thin fabric. The jockstrap was pulled so low below his deeply
curved V-lines that the boy's upper pubes should be sticking out above the
waistline, except that he didn't have any pubes – he was shaved
smooth. The sizeable bulge was clearly visible in his athletic underwear,
his jock-stud cock growing at the sight of the young boy before him.

	"Hey, you want a hit of this to wake you up...? And daaawg, please!
Stop eating out his ass already, you fuckin' pig! There must be, like, a
hundred cum loads inside that pussy!"

	At that moment it finally dawned on Sandy that he was being
rimmed. He was so fucked up from last night that he didn't immediately
realize how his smooth, coltish legs were raised and stretched wide above
him and that his little ass was held in the air by a handsome brunette boy
with a pompadour hairdo, visible above Sandy's hairless crotch. A pair of
hypnotizing, emerald green eyes was stealing glances at him every few
seconds. The teen boy eating him, Josh, was feverishly lapping at Sandy's
butthole, no doubt trying to suck out as much of his and his friends' stale
cum as it was possible. The frat boy's actions were causing loud slurping
sounds, interrupted only by an occasional "oh fuck!", "Jesus!", the
combination of those two ("JESUS FUCK!"), or simply a gasp or a sigh. The
warm waves of pleasure pulsating from Sandy's boy-bum were filtering
through his small body, still weak and fragile after the undoubtedly
perverted, masculine-charged debauchery of the previous night.

	"Josh, you'll have to fuckin' pay him for this. He's only paid for
the night of the party," Kevin said as he gave the green-eyed boy, who was
still busily munchin' on Sandy's sloppy pussy, another stern look.

	"Nah, let him have his breakfast, mmmm... it's on the
house. Besides, ooohhh... it's your cum, right? And I
can't... exactly... go home, fuck... leaking it down my legs and on the
street, now can I?" Sandy giggled in a cute way at both Kevin and Josh,
simultaneously trying to control his moans caused by Josh sticking his long
tongue deep inside the tween boy's wet, puffed up asshole. He was still
feeling quite drowsy, even though he was also starting to feel the aching
numbness throughout his body – the remainder of the wild frat party, no
doubt. Even the sensation of being eaten out by a handsome freshman athlete
couldn't possibly relieve the pain in the small boy's worn out, tired
limbs.

	"I'll have some of that crystal, since you offerin'," he said
towards Kev and took the meth bowl from the older boy's hand. After
inhaling deeply a few times, he finally started feeling a lot more alive
and refreshed than when he woke up. He also felt fucking horny.

	Josh, the all-American Alpha stud, rose from between the boy's
sluttily spread ass cheeks, his face smeared with remnants of frat-jock cum
and Sandy's ass juices, watery sperm dripping from his cheeks and his
manly, square-cut jaw. Sandy gave the two sexy young men a warm,
shit-eating grin.

	"Fuck, it's so fuckin' hot, seeing a naked tweaker boy bitch lying
on your bed, smoking meth!" Josh, who was completely naked, laughed and
went to grab his iPhone 11 from a nearby table. Sandy noticed Josh's erect
9" dick, a big, heavy, smooth ballsack, and after the gorgeous, muscular
jock turned around – his tight, perfect, mouthwatering ass and powerful
thighs and calves, lightly covered with sexy dark hair. Josh was back in a
second and immediately started filming Sandy; the boy's pale little body
obscenely spread on the dirty, piss and cum-stained sheets, surrounded by
half-empty vodka bottles and used condoms.

	Sandy (short for Alexander) was a 12-year-old boy with curls of
blond hair surrounding his delicate, cherubic face. His big, beautiful eyes
were bluish-greenish, depending on the light, and there was always a wide
and cheerful smile on his sweet, sexy lips. He was 4'5" tall and weighed 80
lbs, so he looked a bit younger than his real age, a trait quite appealing
to many. Sandy's skin was pale white, flawless, and of course, perfectly
smooth. He naturally didn't grow much body hair – he was too young
anyway, though a few months prior, first pubes started spurting above his
boyish dicklet. Neither Sandy nor his customers could have any of that, so
the same day they began appearing, the 12-year-old boy started removing
them vigorously, making sure to secure his innocent, preteen looks for as
long as it was possible.

	His body looked almost fat-free – it was nicely toned and
delicately muscled, thanks to all the swimming, tennis and other physical
activities Sandy has been enjoying for years. The young boy was also a
regular gym-goer, which was making quite the impression on guys in the
lifting area and in the lockers, since most kids Sandy's age spend their
time playing Fortnite or LoL, rather than chasing `em gains and sweating it
out at the gym. Sandy, however, became a gym bunny not only to get ripped,
but above all to inebriate in that pungent, highly-charged atmosphere of
aggressive, raw masculinity, prevalent in most good gyms, plus to enjoy the
eager, semi-lewd, male camaraderie of the locker rooms, which he absolutely
loved. Staring at all that cut muscle flexing and pumping in the
weight-lifting area and then at all those chiseled asses and luscious,
dangling dicks in the lockers wasn't all that he was doing there, of
course. His sexy, flat tummy was well into the process of developing
six-pack abs, making the boy awfully proud and quite a few of his friends
and school teammates jealous – and crazy horny – because of
that. Sandy loved shamelessly showing off his hot, 12-year-old body in
seemingly innocent ways, exactly like in his gym and school's locker
rooms. Most of the time he was stark naked inside those, and when actually
using the gym, the boy always made sure to wear his sexy split-side shorts
outrageously low, put on the tiniest lo-rise briefs or jockstraps and the
most revealing, extreme crop, nip-slip tanks... or, alternatively, the
tightest compression shirts and pants he could find his size, never with
any shorts pulled over them, so his sizeable dick could be proudly
displayed in an obscenely visible, flirtatious way inside the form-fitting,
athletic garment. Apart from that, since no one knew him there besides his
close friends and guys he met while pumping `em young muscle, the
12-year-old boy allowed himself to sometimes wear T-shirts with funny
inscriptions while working out, good-natured shit like: "Keep calm and
FUCK!", "Born to FUCK", "Shit happens when you party naked", "Party n'
Play", and "It's not gonna suck itself!" The blond cutie made a lot of new
friends at the gym, mostly obsessed with muscle-worship teens and men in
their 20s and early 30s, all of them insanely horny 24/7, all
unconditionally dedicated to tirelessly perfecting their already sublimely
ideal, hot as holy fuck looks.

	Sandy's smooth crotch treasured a marvelous uncut cock, 4.7" long
when standing at full mast – which was the case more often than not –
and a smooth, tight sack with a set of boy marbles, always busy churning
sweet and nutritious boy milk. Sandy could already produce cum – it
started a few months prior, and he was making sure to spill his young seed
around as much as possible. One of the cute tween's biggest turn-ons was
cumming into his, or even better – someone else's food or drink, and
then observing it being eaten with gusto. His lil' seven-year-old brother
Danny was a frequent victim of those cute shenanigans. Well, you know what
they say – boys will be boys!

***

	Sandy lifted his pert ass a bit, so Josh could have a better
view. The 12-year-old's little butt was round and muscular, `cause the
sport-loving boy paid special attention to its development and was working
hard for it to look as fuckable as humanly possible. The mouthwatering pale
buttocks hid his most cherished treasure, a pinkish rosebud leading the way
to the boy's velvety love tunnel.

	At that particular moment, Sandy's pussy was more than well-fucked
and quite loose, still leaking delicious jizz that the hungry Josh hadn't
managed to slurp out. The 12-year-old spent the previous night serving as a
sex toy for a whole frat house full of drunk, druggy, deliriously horny
teen jocks, all at the very top of their animalistic sexual prowess. The
rich, spoiled boys came up with the idea of ordering a young preteen boy to
brutally gang fuck during one of their weekly house parties, according to
the old saying that the forbidden fruit tastes the sweetest. Most of the
guys fucked their girlfriends and other sorority bitches on a pretty steady
basis, usually at least twice every day, plus they naturally had their
regular "bro-job" sessions (a no-homo euphemism for fucking each other's
lusciously muscular asses), but only a few of the pack ever fucked a little
boy or girl much younger than themselves. Twelve wasn't that young really,
many of the frat boys had been long sexually active at that age (a few of
them even well-established cocksmen), but they agreed it would be enough
for a start. Actually, a lot of the guys still couldn't believe they would
maybe get to repeatedly pulverize a middle schooler's asshole. However, one
of Kev's buddies, a senior named Jayson, gave him a black business card
with just a telephone number printed in golden lettering on it. Being all
mysterious about it, he said that if twelve is what they want, twelve is
what they'll get, and that they definitely ain't gonna be disappointed.

	Sandy, fucked up and horny as fuck, slowly reached down towards his
well-fucked ass and, with complete ease, stuck two of his fingers inside
the sloppy, hungry boyhole. He twisted them around a bit and after a while
they came out glazed with the remnants of the party – fuck knows how
many loads of tasty frat boy cum, deposited deep inside his young bowels. A
potent, musky odor of boy ass and sex was hanging in the air. Sandy lifted
his hand and put out his little pink tongue. He started to sensually lick
the contents of his own pussy off his digits, making slutty, yummy
"mmmm!!!" sounds. It was as if he was having the best treat ever, all the
while looking at Kevin and Josh as he was being filmed.

	"Jesus fuck, what a fuckin' little whore," laughed Josh, staring at
the screen of his iPhone and slowly stroking his sore, hard dick with his
other hand.

	Some of the other frat boys, who had noticed what was happening
with Sandy, Josh and Kev, stopped what they were doing and started forming
a group around them. Most of the dudes were still naked – being nude
around other guys was the most natural thing in the world for them, since
they'd been playing sports for all their lives and a men's locker room felt
like a second home. Besides, the frat and the dorms around the Hill were
pretty lenient about indoor male nudity. The student-athletes usually
walked the corridors dressed only in jockstraps or with skimpy towels
draped around their narrow waists, but massively-muscled guys sporting
nothing except for a pair of expensive leather flip-flops on their feet,
their huge dicks a marvelous vision of unparalleled beauty for all to
marvel at, were not an uncommon sight.

	There were football, basketball, baseball, lax and soccer players,
swimmers, water polo players, wrestlers and gymnasts. A lot of the guys on
varsity teams pursued other disciplines as a hobby. They were all tall and
each had a physique typical for the sport they played, but each and every
one was an extremely fit, dominant, gorgeous specimen of oversexed,
testosterone-fueled, masculine athleticism.

	A group of around eight horny jocks surrounded Sandy, Josh and
Kevin. The tweaked boy looked around with a bit of a dazed, out-of-it look,
and then reached again into his gaping asshole. This time all five of his
fingers dived deeper into the orifice, twisting and turning inside. The
sight was leaving the Alpha frat studs speechless. Though they had fucked
Sandy multiple times in a dozen of ways during the night – they were
still so fucking turned on by the stunningly beautiful blond boy as if they
were seeing him for the first time in their lives. The young men were
either groping themselves through their branded athletic underwear or
shorts, or openly stroking their long, enticing cocks, oblivious to
anything else but the slutty, tweaked 12-year-old bitch, who was
practically fisting himself, reclining in an obscene pose before their
hungry eyes.

	Sandy pulled out his fingers out of his hot, firm ass. Again, a
gush of stale cum poured out onto the stinky sheets, forming a small pool
of not so fresh, but probably still tasty nectar underneath his
preadolescent, rock-hard buttocks. His pussy looked like it was breathing,
desperately trying to close itself. Sandy was holding a dripping,
overstretched and twisted condom. It must have been rammed deep into the
little blond cherub. Sandy started giggling in a sweet, boyish way as he
lifted the soaked, used rubber above his cute, innocent face. Little drops
of pearly cum and his own delectable ass juices were falling onto his
forehead and flushed cheeks. Josh was still filming with his iPhone as
little Sandy spread his pink lips and opened his little cocksucker boy
mouth, putting the drenched condom inside.

	"Fuckin' Jesus, fuck..." panted Josh, as he stopped filming...


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