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 Sandy and the Boys – Chapter 2

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



   Josh was a freshman soccer player accepted into the frat just a few
months prior.  He was 6’1” and weighed 175 lbs.  Like every
young guy nowadays, he was very self-conscious about his looks.  Each
morning he spent at least twenty minutes using conditioners and stylizing
his hairdo.  Applying lotions, creams and toners to his skin took an extra
ten to fifteen.

   Like almost every other dude he knew, apart from regular soccer
practice, Josh frequented the gym and the swimming pool at least 4-5 times
a week, meticulously working on the appearance of his young body.  Years of
soccer helped him achieve a powerful and muscular ass, plus a pair of hard,
thick thighs and exceptionally shaped sexy calves.  Thanks to that, his top
priority now was sculpting his upper body, maintaining a set of eight-pack
abs above everything else.

   His legs were the only place where Josh kept body hair.  A
size-too-small pair of tight 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 absolutely loved showing off not only his tanned, chiseled arms
and torso, but also the dick-hardening effects of regular
“leg-days” at his favorite gym (with an optional all-nude dress
code in the evenings!) – parading around with those hard-muscled,
furry slabs of meat on full display in front of everyone in the streets, on
buses, in clubs and cafés, his 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 men his age, including many of his
friends, preferred just to trim, but personally he couldn’t imagine
himself with even the faintest patch of hair above his precious college
jock cock.  As for the hot athlete’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 guys helpin’ each
other out, the way they do in schools, bathhouses and dorms all around the
globe.

   Josh never considered himself gay.  As with most of the modern youth, he
didn’t care about such labels and typecasting categories.  If he
would ever stop to think about it, he’d probably classify himself
simply as “sexual”, without any prefixes.  Well, maybe only one
– “hyper”.  According to him and his bros, men are born
to constantly fuck, doesn’t really matter who it is they are fucking.
Although boys and men are way more attractive, Josh wouldn’t hesitate
before ramming his thick, 7” schlong into a five-year-old girl, for
instance.  He knew his peers were like-minded, because that’s just
how boys are nowadays, probably always have been.  They are beautiful,
wonderful beings who are promiscuous, audacious and self-confident, and who
have some very serious needs, which by all means have to be properly and
frequently tended to.  The only stuff they give a fuck about is looking
hot, getting their rocks off, sports, liquor, drugs, and video games.

   Though he had a girlfriend, whom he used mainly for fucking her little
brains out, Josh naturally preferred men.  Cindy, aged 15, 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 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 degradation.  She knew about his fucking
around with his bros, her friends, and dozens upon dozens of complete
strangers, both boys and girls.  Hell, more often than not, he made her
take part in group fucks.  The boy introduced her to a pair of his own good
friends, meth and molly.  He made her rim his ass dozens of times during a
week, lick and worship his sweaty body after workouts and soccer practice,
suck on his used jockstraps.  Josh even made Cindy fuck her twin brother,
David, recorded the whole thing, and afterwards fucked the boy himself in
his smooth, virgin ass.

   Each time they saw each other, Josh used to somehow find a way to piss
on Cindy, or make her drink his manly piss.  If at home, the girl would get
sprayed all over like with a firehose, getting her lace underwear or girly
Marlborough uniform all drenched and dripping steamy soccer boy piss, while
being called names like “fuckin’ bitch” or “teenage
whore”.  Later, Josh was always telling her that pissing on a girl
was a way for a boy to show her that he loves her and that she belongs to
him, the way dogs mark their territory.  If Cindy truly loved Josh, she
should understand and be grateful.  Being a girl, she was of course stupid
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
Cindy and fuck her holes senseless.

   The young soccer stud disliked kissing Cindy.  In fact, he was getting
more and more bored with her.  It had been almost a year since they started
dating.  She sucked his cock and gulped down his cum on their first date.
Josh fucked Cindy in her asshole on their second date – in a toilet
cubicle, inside a men’s public restroom.  Soon after that, he began
making her drink his potent piss.  He would only kiss her after she’d
drunk his piss or cum, so his flavor was still on the cunt’s lips.

   Frankly speaking, nowadays Josh was waiting for the cunt to get
pregnant, so he could dump her 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 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 a sweaty gym workout and then a drug-fuelled bro-job
session, Josh, Kevin and a few of the other frat boys had conceived an idea
where they would let Cindy be fucked by their 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 6 onto the bed sheets next to Sandy’s
12-year-old body.  The frat boy stud was slowly stroking his fat dick with
both of his hands now.  He was using the leaking clear boy-honey to smear
his long, pulsating shaft all over, making it all slimy and slippery. 
Pre-cum was also dripping onto the horny jock’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 dick was a
bit sore, but at the same time it was literally twitching to again plow
some cunt.  Sandy didn’t have to do much to reignite the horny
teenager’s prime, animal lust for his little boy-ass.

   “OK, bitch.  You’re 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 washboard abs with
one hand, and pulling at his 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, mocha body all shiny with sweat and smelly in a very manly, sexy
way.

   The guys spent the whole night fucking, sucking, 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 hott ass fucking, especially since they
themselves didn’t have to do anything more than just stare, jerk off
and record the sex with their Apple phones.

   Josh’s engorged fuck-stick was pointing directly at Sandy.  The
air was sultry; it was causing everyone to sweat and breathe heavily.  Shed
trunks, shorts, and jockstraps were lying around the boys’ ankles.  A
few of the guys were jacking their buddies next to them.  Nobody cared
about picking up empty beer cans, putting the furniture up again or
scraping off dried-up cum anymore.  It was almost noon; they should be
heading to the gang-showers and preparing for their afternoon classes. 
Instead, they were watching a little 12-year-old blonde boy about to get
expertly fucked in his gaping cunt – the same cunt they’ve
jizzed in profusely themselves, at least a few times each, during the last
a dozen or so hours.

   Sandy was 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 rubber out
onto the 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, preppy jocks.  He was
hungover and his sexy little body was aching, but he was also very horned
up.  Then he saw that look in Josh’s eyes; he immediately knew that
nothing could make the frat boy abort his plan to screw Sandy senseless. 
Josh has caught a whiff of his boyish musk and was inevitably going to
breed him like a bitch.  The 6th grader has been a part of the industry
since the age of 7, he knew all too well what every guy on the planet
wanted to do, whenever possible – fuck small, underage boys in the
ass.  Now, it was Josh who would do just so – fuck him in the ass.

   The 12-year-old, still a bit high from the crystal, raised his smooth,
thin, boyish 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 guys to admire.

   “Fuck, Josh.  Fuck me like the little slut that I am.  Please, I
need to feel your fat dick in my guts!  FUCK ME NOOOW!!!” 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 dick like
that sounded absolutely obscene.  The frat boys loved it.  He stretched out
his arms forward and again reached inside his 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 a gesture of invitation – Sandy was in a desperate
need of some serious dicking.  “Fuck meee…!”

   “Aw, fuck,” Josh couldn’t take it anymore.  The teen
jumped towards the juvenile whore on the bed before him and grabbed
Sandy’s petite, folded body on both sides.  He aimed his powerful,
tasty-looking, 7” cut cock at the 12-year-old’s chute and
slammed it straight into that moist tunnel of love, balls deep.

   “HOOOOOLYY FUUU…Mmmmmmmppphhh…!” the thrust 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 slime off
his penis.  Stuffing his mouth with his own dripping member muffled the
girlish screams a bit.

   “Christ, that’s hot,” mumbled Josh, seeing how the
folded kid underneath his lean, well-muscled, so much larger form was
sucking at his own dickhead like it were a baby’s pacifier.  The
older stud’s own cock: so long, so hard, so solid, was buried deep in
the tween boy’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 child beneath his
175 lbs of 100% man.  Horny thoughts were rushing through his
testosterone-fuelled mind: “Fuck, where do kids like this come from?
And are there any even younger ones available?”

   The brunette stud’s muscular ass tightened as Josh pulled out a
bit, only to stuff Sandy’s insides with his angry 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 boy’s body
straighten out enough for his dick to exit his lips, immediately spraying
his face with gobs of fresh boy-honey.  The kid shifted a bit just in time
before Josh’s mighty fuck-stick again plunged inside him.  This time
Sandy’s hard cocklet escaped the catch of his wide-open mouth.

   “Ohhh fuuuck!!!  …Please… fuck me!  Fuck me hard!  I
need you to fuck my mutha-fuckin’ ass raaaw!!!”

   Josh looked at the 12-year-old boy’s face.  His blonde hair was
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 tongue into Sandy’s mouth, his steel shaft
still buried in the 12-year-old’s hot cunt.  Josh began to forcefully
French kiss Sandy, making loud moaning and slurping noises while he was at
it.  The child beneath him responded and dueled the muscled stud’s
tongue with his own.  Josh’s sweat was dripping onto Sandy, who in
turn could smell the jock’s manly odor, but more importantly, he
could feel Josh’s big fuckin’ dick buried deep inside his
preadolescent body.  Sandy loved it.

   After a couple of minutes, the horny teen 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 boy’s sticky torso and started sensually touching
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.

   In and out, in and out, in and out.  Tears started forming in
Sandy’s eyes as he was being used like a rag doll.  The pain caused
by the steel 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 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 child.  Every time Josh was pulling out of Sandy’s dilated
hole, his luscious ass globes revealed the studly jock’s own tiny
pucker.  His friends behind him couldn’t believe how hot the
difference was between Josh’s intact rear entrance 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 thighs, but it wasn’t easy because his
whole body was shaking to the rhythm of the muscular soccer player’s
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, bitch!  Take my fuckin’ cock!  You fuckin’
lil’ slut!”

   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 was going on.  At one
point there were well over 30 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’ dicks, ranging
from 7” to almost 11”, started hovering over him.  He was
jerking his own firm 12-year-old dick like a madman, squirming and
squealing under the insanely sexy bodies towering above his tiny form.

   “Fuck.  Fuck.  Fuck, ohh fuuuck!”

   “Such a… uuughhh… sexy fuckin’ bitch!”

   Young Sandy greedily put his little pinkish tongue out to catch the
pearly drops of honey falling from the boys’ piss slits.  The cute
little middle schooler was insatiable for preppy jock dick-snot, always
hungry for more and more hot jizz, milked out of 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, boy!  Fuckin’… 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
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 jock, who was pillaging
the ass wriggling under his 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 ass 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’ sluuuut…!!!”

   Teenage soccer player sperm was flooding the 12-year-old boy’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 essence.  It
was a cum bath.  The horny dudes had no idea there was so much 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 seed on the boy, he was moving aside, so to make
room for the dude anticipating his turn.  Soon, all the frat boys were
done, and 12-year-old Sandy was absolutely drenched in steamy boy-cum.

   “Oh, fuck,” was all the guys 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, shooting pics of the now
motionless, heavily breathing child lying on the cum-drenched bed, coated
in a thick layer of delicious-looking frat jizz.  Some of the boys 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, with his 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 athlete scanned the filthy
surface, crammed with bottles, cans, cups and containers.  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 was at hand, not bothering to search for sinks, basins or
opened windows to piss 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
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 onto the floor and
quickly returned to his soccer buddy.

   “Here, dawg,” the jock handed J the empty vessel.  Josh
positioned the bowl right under Sandy’s thoroughly-fucked butt and
began to ever so slowly back away from the exhausted, cum-covered kid,
pulling his sore, sensitive schlong out of the middle school slut.  The
fascinated boys observed as a heavy torrent of cum 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 softening
dick left Sandy’s insides at last.  The sudden emptiness felt
unnatural to the 12-year-old boy, not having a dick in him 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 cock, re-entered Sandy between his pale, hairless
ass globes, rapidly invading his loose cunt 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 boy, the
sculpted-by-gods hunk rammed his whole hand inside the 12-year-old’s
spent ass, wrist deep.  All of the athlete’s five long, bony fingers
were twisting and churning inside the middle schooler’s assaulted
body, like it were some puppet.  Josh intended to milk Sandy’s marble
ass thoroughly.  Small streams of the young twink’s ass juices,
Josh’s cum and probably residues of a few of the previous loads
dumped in Sandy again started flowing into the porcelain bowl.  The
child’s body reacted in the only way possible – his sore
boy-dick started spurting cum without anyone even touching it.  The sudden
boygasm made Sandy tremble and his eyes rolled back in his head.  Wriggling
around, he was splattering those surrounding him with cum that was still
dripping from his slim body.  Finally, Josh pulled out his palm, collecting
the last drops of precious liquid from the young whore’s obscenely
stretched 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 night.
The young frat boys’ amazing 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 cum like a piece of human trash.

   “I’m guessing this means we’re skipping today’s
classes, huh?” Kevin, who was one of the studs who splashed Sandy
with his hot cum while the twink was being seriously ass-fucked by Josh,
was still wearing the wife-beater, except now it was all stained and soggy.
He had ripped off his black jockstrap long ago, freeing his gorgeous
8” schlong to play with lil’ Sandy.

   “I think we should check if the bitch is still alive and able to
walk by himself”.

   “Well I think we should have some dinner first, gentlemen,”
smirked Justin, the 21-year-old wrestler.  He sunk a couple of his fingers
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 the lean, athletic studs
around him, their muscles rippling underneath their skin, their abs, pecs,
biceps flexing, long, luscious cocks swinging, as they savored their own
spooge, commenting on the flavor and consistency, trying to guess whose cum
they were currently tasting.  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 boy!!!” the astonished Sandy opened his bloodshot eyes
wide, seeing the 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, immediately accompanied by his friends around him.  The
12-year-old boy took the bowl and brought it closer to his perky little
nose.  He took a deep breath and smiled in a happy, childish (stoned?)
grin, like a kid who just got his favorite candy.  The strong, musky odor
was intoxicating.

   “Bottoms up, lil’ dude!”

   The blonde 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 ass.  Jizz
started dripping down his chin, escaping 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 lips and again started grinning at the
frat members, his 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, about a dozen of them, were chillin’, smoking pot,
hittin’ the meth pipe, having beer and just chatting.  Not one of the
guys even thought about putting anything on, their naked bodies displayed
for all the others to marvel, feel up and appreciate their perfect beauty.
Little 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
pics of his amazing asshole.  Even though he was baked and quite chatty,
the blonde 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, “…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 bros.

   “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!” Josh said as he looked around the cluttered
room.

   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 One Direction 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 boy 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 filled with the same
intoxicating odors of teen boy sweat, cum and weed.  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.  A 4K
Samsung TV set was surrounded by stacks of DVDs, among which Sandy spotted
some BelAmi and Helix porn flicks.  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 posters of handsome soccer players and
other sexy athletes, like Tom Daley or Jake Dalton.  Much to his content,
Sandy even noticed a couple of Zayn Malik ones.

   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 have no idea who does the washing
around here,” said the gorgeous jock.  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 underwear
except for jockstraps, so…” he smirked devilishly.

   “That’s ok, I can go commando.  I don’t think they
would fit anyways, with the pouches being overstretched and worn out by
your 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 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
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 hasn’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 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.  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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