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 Sandy and the Boys – Chapter 1

   M, b12, M+b12, group, college, cum, fist

   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 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 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 was going on.

   “Hey, I think the lil’ 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 blond quiff hairdo – he was naked and apparently in
the process of picking up empty alcohol bottles, of which there were a lot,
all over the place.  After a minute of staring he recognized and vaguely
remembered the boy’s name – Brock.  Around Brock he saw a few
other boys in their late teens, all trying desperately to make the room
look once again like a human habitat and not a filthy pigsty.

   “And a good morning to you too, gentlemen,” he said towards
the boys 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 and glass bongs, and bubblers.  Discarded white socks and
jockstraps were hanging from handles and lamps.  A 12” canine dildo
was lying among math and biology study books, right under a tattered,
decades-old, Yale blue UCLA Bruins flag pinned to the wall… Yup, he
was still in the Alpha Psi Alpha frat house from the last night’s
party.

   “Rise and shine, sleeping beauty!  Get up already.  We have
classes today and we still have to smuggle you out of here,” said a
tall boy wearing a very tight wife-beater and a 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 broad pecs and sculpted teen 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.  A
sizeable bulge was clearly visible in his athletic underwear, his frat boy
cock growing at the sight of the young boy before him.

   “Hey, you want a hit of this to wake you up?  And dawg, please! 
Stop eating out his ass already, you fuckin’ pig!  There must a
hundred cum loads inside of him!”

   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
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 debauchery of the
previous night.

   “Josh, you’ll have to pay him for this.  He is 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, childish
way at both Kevin and Josh, simultaneously trying to control his moans
caused by Josh sticking his 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’re
offering,” he said towards Kevin and took the meth bowl from the
older teen’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 a lot hornier.

   Josh 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 manly chin.  Sandy gave the two
sexy boys 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 from a nearby table.  Sandy
noticed Josh’s erect 7.1” dick, a big, heavy, smooth ballsack,
and after the muscular jock turned around – his tight, perfect
buttocks 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 vodka bottles and used condoms.

   Sandy (short for Alexander) was a 12-year-old boy with curls of blonde
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 and 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
frequent guest at the gym.  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 teammates jealous – and horny – because of
that. He had very small and very hard nipples, which looked like tiny
rubies, decorating an ancient marble statue of Eros (or maybe rather a
young, boyish Priapus?).

   The boy’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 Sandy 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 such 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 mouth-watering
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 teen 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, extremely horny
teen jocks.  The rich, spoiled boys came up with the idea of ordering a
young preteen boy to gang fuck during one of their usual house parties,
according to the old saying that the forbidden fruit tastes the sweetest.
Most of the guys regularly had sex with each other and with their
girlfriends, naturally, 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,
but they agreed it would be enough for a start.  A lot of the guys still
couldn’t believe they will get to “play” with a middle
schooler.  One of Kevin’s friends, a senior named Jayson, gave him a
black business card with just a telephone number printed in golden
lettering on it.  He said that if twelve is what they want, twelve is what
they’ll get, and that they definitely won’t 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 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 hot frat boy cum deposited deep inside his 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,” said Josh,
smiling 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 athletes 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 students usually
walked the corridors dressed only in jockstraps or with towels draped
around their waists, but guys wearing nothing except their flip-flops were
not an uncommon sight.

   There were football, basketball, baseball 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 all were extremely
fit, muscular and sexy as fuck.

   A group of around eight surrounded Sandy, Josh and Kevin.  The tweaked
boy looked around with a bit of a dazed, horny 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
frat boys speechless.  Though they had fucked Sandy multiple times in a
dozen of ways during the night – they were still so turned on by the
young blonde boy as if they were seeing him for the first time in their
lives.  The jocks were either groping themselves through their underwear or
shorts, or openly stroking their 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 eyes.

   Sandy pulled out his fingers out of his ass.  Again, a gush of stale cum
poured out onto the stinky sheets, forming a small pool of not so fresh,
but still tasty nectar underneath his preadolescent, firm 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 blonde cherub.  Sandy started
giggling in a sweet, boyish way as he lifted the soaked, used rubber above
his cute, innocent face.  Little drops of cum and his own 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.

   “Jesus fuck…” panted Josh, as he stopped
filming…



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