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 Sandy and the Boys – Chapter 3



   Left by Kevin, whose marble ass globes, concealed by the fabric of his
low-rising Abercrombie & Fitch sweatpants, were being intensely stared at
by Sandy until the young jock disappeared around a corner and from his
sight, the lil’ boy started walking towards the Le Conte & Westwood
bus station.  It was almost 4 p.m.  He was putting all his effort into
tryin’ to walk natural, even though he knew that the only people
who’d notice him at all were other boys and men, captivated by his
young, innocent beauty, and he didn’t mind them guessing the reason
why was he carrying himself in such a peculiar way.  Indeed, as he was
bursting through the crowds, Sandy was getting his fair share of surprised,
inquisitive and lusty looks from passing by guys, their ages ranging from
their mid-teens up to their 50s.  If the man was handsome and hot-looking,
Sandy would respond in a sexy, flirty grin.  Despite that, he didn’t
really want any more hook-ups that day – he was too tired and sleepy,
his 12-year-old slim body all sore and exhausted as fuck.

   Sandy wasn’t going home, of course, at least not to his
parents’ home.  He couldn’t show up in a state like that, his
eyes bloodshot and his pupils widened, still descending from a high,
dressed in somebody’s oversized sweatshirt, having lost his own
clothes.  Not to mention the two pounds of rock he was carrying in his
sackpack, along with a bit of weed and a one-hitter, a few leftover X
pills, lube and a few thou in greens.  Luckily, his parents were away on a
6-day business trip to France, having left Sandy and seven-year-old Danny
in the care of Hunter and Noel, a befriended gay couple living on the same
street as Sandy’s family, over in Los Feliz.  It was Friday, so he
didn’t have to be concerned about school tomorrow, and Noel would
write him an excuse note for today’s absence.  Having seemingly
nothing to worry about, the blonde twink bought himself an In-N-Out burger
and texted his “babysitters” about not comin’ home for
another night, then boarded a bus heading for a once industrial part of the
city, now refurbished and turned into a hip, swanky district full of clubs,
art galleries and vegan food joints.

   As the vehicle started moving, the tween pulled out his Samsung Galaxy
S6 and began checking out his Facebook, Twitter and Tumblr.  In a couple of
minutes a Kik message came through.  It was Noel.
Noel: “Goin to the Apt?”
Sandy: “Yup.”
Noel: “How was yesterday?”
Sandy: “Fuckin A!  Can hardly walk XD”
Noel: “Leaking bad?”
Sandy: “Nah, we ate it all lol”
Noel: “Yum ;-) Oh, ur mums called.  She thought u at school.  Call
her, k?”
Sandy: “Boooring!”
Noel: “Do it or she be callin more”
Sandy: “Well k but later”
Noel: “Say hi to whoever will be there”
Sandy: “Will do!”
He finished checking out his accounts, then put the smartphone back in
his pocket and started scanning the crowd in search for some hotties, just
to kill the time.  He thought there wasn’t really much to see, up
until he spotted and fastened his eyes on a much younger boy. 
Sandy’s dick immediately began to chub up.  The boy he was ogling was
dusky-colored and probably Indian, looked to be five years old and was
holding the hand of a 20-something woman.  As is often the case with
preteen Indian boys, he was exceptionally beautiful, with large, black eyes
and visibly long eyelashes encircling them.  His pitch black shiny hair was
stylized into a razor faded pompadour.  Slightly protruding ears were
ornamented with two little diamond stud men’s earrings.  The
lil’ kid was giggling every now and again, showing off his snow-white
baby teeth, while talking to the woman inaudibly.  Wearing a white GAP tee,
black drop-crotch joggers (with their legs rolled up a bit to sexily expose
the boy’s mankles), and white leather Lacoste trainers, the

five-year-old kid was screaming “FUCK ME!” with his looks.

   Sandy was fully hard.  He again pulled out his phone and began snapping
pic after pic of the luscious little boy.  His young, corrupted mind was
suddenly in overdrive: he was imagining undressing the Indian hottie,
kissing him fiercely, shoving his 4.7” cock into the preteen’s
throat, resting his firm butt on the kid’s cute face, so he eats
Sandy’s asshole while gasping for air.  He and his lil’
preschool friends, being five years old, are they already sucking each
other off?  Has someone already fucked him in his boy-cunt?  What would it
take to get him in front of a video camera?  Will he be a moaner?

   Then, the bus doors opened and the pair got off at a stop, leaving Sandy
with his hard shaft straining against his tight pants.  The boy was
free-balling, so his arousal was clearly visible to those near him.  Dazed,
his head was filled with lewd images of the five-year-old, trashed like a
fuckin’ crack whore, impaling himself on an enormous dildo,
desperately, hopelessly tryin’ to fit that bad boy into his tender
body through his baby pucker, nearly passing out while at it.  All flushed
from having such naughty thoughts, shamelessly groping his package, Sandy
was sensible enough to spot the name of the stop and then send the pics he
took, along with info about the bus line and the place they got off, to a
few of his “associates”.  This gave the handsome tween a
glimmer of hope for seeing the sexy Indian cutie again, maybe even sooner
than later.

   Lost in his horny thoughts, about forty minutes spent in traffic later,
Sandy got off near Alameda Street and took a twenty minute walk to reach
his destination.  He was passing by storehouses, old tenement houses and
factory halls, now all housing pubs, discos, swanky bistros, nightclubs and
lofts for students, hipsters and independent artists.  It was still early,
but since it was Friday, the streets were already filling up with loud,
voguish youth.  Teenagers in alleys were opening their first beer and wine
bottles of the evening, preparing to get fuckin’ wasted later. 
Younger boys, who had spent the warm afternoon skating and riding bikes,
shirtless and sweaty, their lowered to the max cargo shorts barely hanging
on their narrow hips, showing off their designer underwear, were also
taking advantage of the fact that their parents wouldn’t ever show up
there.  Many of them would end up shitfaced and in serious trouble that
night, but that never stopped those kids before from indulging in the three
things they liked the most: booze, drugs and sex.  Sandy didn’t
really have to walk through there, he could’ve had taken a somewhat
longer, but more secluded route.  But, he liked watching the half-naked
boys, some of them only a year or two older than himself, with liquor
bottles and weed pipes in their hands, acting reckless and cocky and all
grown-up in front of each other… Boys are so fuckin’ sexy that
way.

   The blonde boy turned to a deserted street off the beaten track, which
managed to preserve some of the area’s former sleaziness.  He came to
a stop in front of a run-down, massive, 5-storey building from the late
1890s or early 1900s, and then slipped in through the half-opened doorway.
Once inside, Sandy sought out another door, this time one of solid steel
and with an electronic lock.  He entered a code.

   It was a large, luxurious, multi-room and multi-storey apartment, very
well-furnished, very hi-tech.  Each room looked different and served a
different purpose – some were designed for normal stuff, like
chillin’ or whatever, but there were many others, like a spacious
gym, wardrobes, several photography studios, stockrooms holding thousands
of DVDs and Blu-Rays with porn.  Sandy dropped his Nike sackpack and was
about to head into one of the toilets, when suddenly he heard the faint
sounds of someone playing GTA V.  In a room with burgundy-coated walls,
sitting in a bean bag chair in front of a 55-inch Samsung LCD screen, with
an Xbox One controller in his hands, was a boy of nine.

   “Aren’t you a bit too young for that game?” Sandy
asked with a grin, standing behind the kid’s back.

   They little boy turned around, “Sandy!  You’re back!”
He sprang from his seat and fell into the tween’s arms, overjoyed to
see his older friend.

   “C’mon, Bry, you saw me last week!  You couldn’t have
missed me THAT much!” Sandy laughed heartily, hugging Bryan tightly,
sensuously caressing his back.  He was enjoying the warm feel of the
preteen body, pushing onto his own, not so much older, boyish frame.  The
nine-year-old stood on his tiptoes, and all of a sudden locked his lips
with Sandy’s, kissing the blonde boy as though he were a long lost
lover to him.  Then, he violently shoved his teensy tongue in Sandy’s
mouth, not at all like how young boys usually greet each other…

   Bryan was a white boy who stood at 4’1”, with his weight
around 57 lbs.  He was quite tanned, thanks to spending a lot of time
outdoors.  The boy’s thick, straight, chestnut brown hair, somewhat
bleached by the Sun, was stylized into a faux hawk hairdo.  His big, dark
brown eyes looked captivating.  He was skinny in a sexy, boyish way, with
his ribcage visible under the soft, flawless skin, his tummy perfectly flat
and his thin arms muscled delicately just in the right way to make them
hot-looking.  No baby fat whatsoever on the boy.  At that moment Bry was
shirtless, dressed only in black Roberto Cavalli bermudas and white Vans
no-show socks.  A few leather necklets and bracelets were completing his
sexy, preteen look.  He was turning Sandy on in a major fuckin’ way.
The sudden, shamelessly slutty intrusion of the nine-year-old’s
tongue into his mouth made him fully hard in his tight skinny jeans.

   After a couple of minutes of some slinky making-out, the boys finally
broke their feverish kissing and both gasped for a breath of air.  A string
of saliva stretched out between their smiling faces.

   “Mmmm, could that be frat cum I’m tasting?” the
nine-year-old boy smiled wickedly, making a show of smacking his lips.

   “Hahah, so you know, huh?” Sandy smirked, “You little
jizz guzzler, you’re becomin’ quite the cum connoisseur!”

   “Connor told me where you was going.  So I didn’t expect
you’d show up here today, thought you’d be home,
resting!”

   “Well, since my folks are out anyways, I thought I’d crash
here… So, is Connor in?”

   “Yup!  He’s upstairs,” replied Bry with a beaming
smile.  “I don’t think he’s there alone, though!”
he added in a mock-stage whisper.

   “He never is,” Sandy said matter-of-factly.  He rose to his
feet.  The young tween boy wished he could fool around some with the cute
kid in front of him, but he really needed to hit the sack.  “Hey, you
eaten yet?  Want me to make you something?  Wanna beer?”

   “Not hungry.  But maybe you are, hmm?” Bryan unbuttoned his
shorts, which immediately dropped to his petite feet.  Underneath he had a
pair of white Calvin Klein briefs with a broad, gray waistband, displaying
the designer’s name.  He immediately took out his 3.8-inch long, hard
as steel, succulent boy cock and started wagging it temptingly at the
blonde tween with sheer, boyish enthusiasm.  No sane man, and especially no
permanently horny, 12-year-old boy, could turn down the advances of a young
cutie like Bryan, with his luscious, lightly carved, miniature body and the
charming, innocent beauty of his childish features.  His hard, tiny nipples
were begging to be sucked and tweaked and teased.  His thin, hairless, but
at the same time – strong and athletic legs, were demanding to be
licked and worshipped.  His appetizing, immature dicklet, teasingly waved
at Sandy with those cute, slim fingers, was asking to be reverently slurped
down and swallowed whole.

   “Aw, fuck, Bry.  You know you are one sexy little nine-year-old
cocksucker bitch, and I’d love to fuck the shit out of you, but
I’m whacked out, seriously.  You should try being power-fucked and
fisted by a drunk pack of frat guys, again and again throughout a party
sometime, horny boy, and see how it’s like afterwards”.

   “Awwwww!” Bryan had a pouty, disappointed look on his cherub
face.  Then, as if he suddenly had a great idea, he turned around and bent
forward, slipped his CK undies completely off, exposing a pair of glorious,
small, pale ass globes for Sandy to marvel at and stroke his apparently
dormant libido.  The preteen boy, using his agile lil’ fingers, pried
the sweet little pucker nestled between his bubble butt cheeks open,
desperately trying to entice Sandy with his most valued possession.  His
behavior was that of a truly lewd slut, with unquenchable hunger for dick
and thirst for freshly milked cum.

   “And nooow, Sandy…?” his girlish chirping was so sexy.
Bryan was genuinely adorable in his smutty attempts at tempting his older
friend into manhandling his skinny lil’ body.  Sandy couldn’t
help but laugh heartily.  His 4.7” dick was leaking honey like a
broken faucet and aching to breed the nine-year-old bitch, though.

   “Tomorrow, I promise.  After I get some sleep and get rid of that
fuckin’ hangover.  Now c’mon, I got something for you,”
Sandy pulled his Greek-lettered sweatshirt off and struggled a bit with his
extra-tight pants.  Finally naked, the boy pranced towards his discarded
sackpack.  Bry, wearing just his white footie socks, was following him like
a puppy.

   “Here, lil’ cum hound, raw frat boy jock jism, 100%
pure,” Sandy reached in and pulled out a fat, pink condom, knotted at
its end and filled with watery jism.  It was a souvenir from the frat
house, which the boy grabbed off one of the tables before leaving his new
jock friends.  He intended to drink the cum flowing inside the rubber by
himself, as a nightcap, but now it seemed like a better idea to give it to
Bryan as a treat, especially with the poor lil’ kid being
disappointed about not getting any dick.

   “Yummy!” Bry piped, and then ripped the used condom out of
Sandy’s hand, his eyes and face gleaming with joy and lust.  It was a
collection of some pretty heavy loads from a few of the guys at the frat.
Fuck if Sandy knew what they were using those rubbers for.  Bryan’s
limber little fingers started untangling the overflowing latex sheath. 
Once he was done, the debauched child greedily poured its rich, delectable,
liquid content into his baby mouth.  He squeezed every last slimy drop from
it, then savored the sweet-salty delicacy before gulping it down at last.
How could a young boy like that already be such a slutty, insatiable cum
junkie?

   “So am I forgiven, at least for now?” Sandy asked with a
sly, lascivious smile, slowly stroking his rigid cock at the gloriously
depraved display of pure obscenity before him.  He was watching intently as
nine-year-old Bry turned the condom inside-out and began to lick its rubber
walls clean.

   “Weeeeeell… OK!” temporarily satisfied, the lil’
cutie hugged the naked 12-year-old tightly, squeezing Sandy’s
twitching, leaking cock between their slim, underage bodies, spreading them
with sweet, glistening honey.

   “Wanna chase it down with a beer?”

   “You kiddin’?  I don’t wanna lose that after-taste!  I
don’t get to have college frat cum for supper every day, you
know!”

   Laughing, Sandy took out the crystal meth bag and asked the younger boy
to take it to the “pantry”.  He then went to piss, refreshed
himself a little, next he took out a Corona bottle from the fridge and
chatted with Bry some more, while sipping his ice-cold beer.  After that,
the naked 3rd grader returned to his GTA V game.  Sandy on the other hand
put on a fresh, purple Andrew Christian Teaser Jumper jockstrap, which he
unpacked from its box taken from one of the rooms, and headed towards a
glass door leading upstairs.

   The floor served as a flophouse of sorts for some of the boys living in
the building.  There were two bigger rooms with a row of bunk beds each,
both of which could accommodate up to twenty people.  The rest of the place
was divided into smaller, single-bed rooms; about half of them occupied by
boys of ages ranging from 3 to 17.  The rooms varied somewhat in size, but
each had a TV, a DVD player, a laptop computer, and some of them even a
game console.  Most of the boys weren’t around at that moment; they
were out somewhere getting shitfaced, visiting a john, shooting a movie, or
hanging out at one of the Organization’s other facilities.  The
inhabitants of the floor included runaways, orphans, and homeless kids who
got scouted out and recruited by the Organization, were sold, or
volunteered to work for it by themselves.

   “Connor…?” Sandy yelled.

   “In here!” called back a panting, manly voice from behind a
half-opened door at the end of the corridor where Sandy was standing.  He
knew the room belonged to Keantay, a 10-year-old black boy.  He recognized
the faint sounds of Slayer’s “Raining Blood” being played
at moderate volume.  Clad just in his slutty purple Andrew Christian jock,
with his hot ass on full display like it should be, Sandy followed the
trail of music and entered the room…



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