Note: This story was dynamically reformatted for online reading convenience.
 
 As this Chapter makes mention of some celebrities, it should be stated,
once again, that this story is fiction and is not intended to imply
anything about the true sexuality of the celebrities mentioned or any
personal knowledge about their private lives.

   Sandy and the Boys – Chapter 5



   He was walking through a narrow corridor.  The ceiling was shrouded in
impenetrable darkness, which was extending onto the passage further in
front of him.  There was no telling where he might be heading; he could
only see the walls of the passage on either side.  He looked down and saw
that he was barefoot and wearing his cute Pokémon jammies from when he was
only a few years old.  He was passing doors – motel doors –
made of cheap plywood.  Strangely, they had doorplates, but he
couldn’t decipher the inscriptions – they were somehow blurry.

   There were windows too – large picture windows – and though
each had its tasteless motel curtains pulled together, concealing the
interiors, in every few of them there was a gap through which he could
peek. He stopped in front of a random one and glued his face to the smudged
glass, trying to make out anything in the darkness.  Suddenly, the
room’s lights went on, making it much easier to see.  It was a sleazy
motel room.  They all look the same, really – as a sex worker
he’d been in dozens and dozens of those.  What he saw on the bed was
somewhat more out of the ordinary, though.

   Taylor Lautner.  Taylor fuckin’ Lautner, in all his muscled teen
idol Twilight glory, his ripped body perfectly smooth, glistening with
sweat, his youthful, handsome, movie star face contorted from the effort of
power-fucking the ass of a much smaller boy with his fat cock.  Yup.

   The kid, lying on his back, looked like he might have been taken
straight out of a kindergarten playground – he was so young.  He was
hysterical – screaming and crying and beating around in the air with
his thin limbs, desperately trying to free himself from Taylor’s
– a.k.a.  Jacob Black’s – firm grip, the skinny little
frame bouncing in every direction like a piece of rag.  At one point the
child was about to pass out – the pain of the fuck must’ve been
excruciating.  Loads of middle school girls are fingering their bald
pussies every evening, thinking about being plowed by that fuckin’
stud and his succulent schlong, and this lucky little faggot was getting
impaled way up his little heavily heaving chest!

   Taylor’s tanned skin gleamed in the room’s lit lamps, his
muscles flexing and bulging, his powerful and studly bod so much different
from the pale, skinny kid pinned helplessly against his groin.  The young
movie star’s pubic area was shaved clean, as were his heavy,
bull-sized balls.  His dick – when Taylor was pulling it out of the
preteen slut – looked like it might be about 9” long.  It was
bulging out the kid’s belly in a ridiculous, absolutely obscene, yet
also beautiful way.  Boys these young aren’t really prepared for
taking in so much man-meat up their chutes.  Usually, if one wants to avoid
inflicting permanent damage and serious health issues, it’s best to
refrain from fucking a kid with those really big ones at least until he
starts elementary school… this boy would remember his fuck with
Taylor all his life.

   He moved on to the next window.  Again, the lights suddenly turned on by
themselves and there he saw Louis Tomlinson, Harry Styles and Zayn Malik,
the cute boy singers from One Direction.  This room’s walls were
decorated with very tasteful and artistically enlarged photographs of young
boys’ spread ass globes and their little cuntholes.  Some seemed
virgin and intact, others were reddened and moist, but most looked pried
open and were leaking precious male fluids.  Zayn, the ridiculously
good-looking young Pakistani, was choking on Harry’s teenage cock,
which was rammed deep inside his throat, while Louis had his own hard
pecker stuffed between the gorgeous, exotic looking boy’s pert
buttocks.

   Spying on those three, he thought that their lean tattooed bodies,
connected by the meaty shafts springing from between their muscular thighs,
formed a definitive testimony to the age-old, primordial and animalistic
lust that boys have had, and always will have for each other.  The three
teen idols were rutting each other like beasts – high on
testosterone, dripping with sweat, their mighty cocks leaking boy-honey
inside their friends’ heated bodies.  Harry’s curly mane was
glued to his skin, all sweaty and dirty, his slim chest heaving, and his
pink nipples erect and oh-so-suckable.  Zayn’s hairdo was perfect as
always, but his mouth was unnaturally outstretched to welcome his
bandmate’s engorged, pulsating cock into his larynx.  Louis,
Harry’s boyfriend, was clearly getting off on watching his lover
skull-fuck the handsome boy, kneeling on all fours between them.  He
lowered his body a little and switched into a doggy position, spreading his
lightly-haired, athletic legs and waggling his smooth, appetizing ass in
sync with the wild thrusts of Harry’s young loins.

   Imagine all the wild parties those boys must’ve had, joined by the
remaining two members – Niall and Liam, plus fuck knows how many sexy
teen and preteen boy groupies and the band’s tough bodybuilder
bodyguards, after each show, all around the world.  The amounts of fresh
boy cum digested, or sprayed across entangled, naked bodies, then hosed
down with hot piss… a sea of expensive booze and piles of only the
best and purest drugs…

   His kiddie jammies were soaked – his cock was dripping so
profusely.  He moved to yet another window, and after a second of staring
into the opening between the room’s curtains, he spotted a group of
people on the bed.  Even though he couldn’t see his face at first, he
knew who it was, lying in the center, surrounded by two others.  Tom Daley,
the 20yo Olympic medal-winning star diver, a gay heartthrob and boyfriend
to a much older Hollywood mogul, spread on Union Jack sheets, dressed just
in his world-famous, ULTRA skimpy speedos.  He immediately recognized
Tom’s body – having jerked off to pics and mental images of it
hundreds of times (his favorites included the ones where Tom was 13-14
years old), especially the baby-faced athlete’s long, powerful,
immaculately muscled and bulging, hairy legs.

   Around Tom, wearing loose racer back stringer tank tops, one pink and
one black, flowered hipster fullcaps and white socks, were Jack and Finn
Harries, the cute-as-fuck teenage twin YouTube sensations from the UK. 
Bare-assed and kneeling on both sides of the handsome diver, the Brit
siblings were pushing their fat, identical 8” cocks into Tom’s
mouth, while sensuously kissing each other high above his head.  Right next
to the hot threesome, on the same king sized bed, Jack Laugher, another wet
dream from #teamGB and a good buddy of Tom’s, was crouching buck
naked over yet one more dude – judging from the scar on his abdomen
– Chris Mears, thus completing the notorious trio of the studly water
athletes, lusted for by their young fans everywhere.

   Jack had his melon-shaped, pale glutes resting neatly on Chris’
face, the boy’s nose and tongue squeezed between those hard globes
and stuck inside that moist, sweaty, musky crack, giving Chris access to
Jack’s sweet, pink, puckered boy-pussy, the most delectable and
luscious part of the male physique.  He was lapping at the asshole offered
to him with feverish, sloppy gusto, as if he was literally having his last
meal on Earth.  Chris’ 8.5” hard-as-steel pole, rising from a
buzzed down real close patch of pubes, was being stroked and fondled
energetically by Jack, who was also playing with his friend’s
smooth-shaven ballsack, teasing the dickhead, scooping the crystal-clear
pre-cum with his fingers, only to bring them to his thirsty lips and
greedily lick that sweet honey off, relishing in its elegant flavor.

   Tom’s dick, on the other hand, clad in the fabric of his small,
cut-out speedos, was spurting copious amounts of his own pre-cum, as the
Harries twins reached under the thin cloth beneath the gay diver’s
perineum and each stuck a finger deep inside Daley’s not-so-virgin
cunthole.  They massaged the athlete’s damp, velvety insides, teasing
his G-spot and causing his whole rippled body to convulse in spasms of
intimate pleasure.  Both brothers, each one boyishly handsome and cute as a
button – with their mighty dicks stuffing Tom’s mouth and their
smooth balls churning delicious, creamy loads – were not only
fingering their famous friend’s pussy, but were also using their bony
digits to scoop considerable quantities of delightful looking jizz out of
it.  Next, all slimy and dripping, they were bringing them to each
others’ mouths, feeding one another in a beautiful act of genuine
brotherly love.  The nectarous gloop coming from in-between Tom’s
firm ass globes must’ve tasted like the most exceptional of all
delicacies, as the twins were purring in bliss, swallowing the residue of
what looked like, no doubt, multiple fucks.  There is no more appropriate
vessel to serve cum than the muscular ass of a young hottie.

   He was moving from window to window, spying on the debauched action in
each of the subsequent rooms with voyeuristic pleasure.  The boys and men
fucking, sucking, licking and kissing, all lost in the hot frenzy of
surrendering to their wildest homoerotic desires, were not only teen idols
and movie stars, but also his favorite soccer players, porn actors, a wide
range of all the scrumptious hotties he’d ever fantasized about. 
Ergo, he saw Cristiano Ronaldo and Álvaro Morata in a foursome with Justin
Bieber and Roma Acorn.  The two athletes still had parts of their soccer
uniforms on them.  James Rodr'guez was being fucked by Kris Evans of
BelAmi, while sucking on the dicks of both Marc Bartra and Marlon Teixeira.
Liam Riley, the sweet twink bottom once in Helix and now putting it out for
CockyBoys, double-dicked by models Bryant Wood and Roman Dawidoff, had two
more cocks (both nigga!) being forcefully pushed inside his mouth, one
belonging to Richard Sherman (American football player), the other to
HotRod, the enticingly handsome gay porn superstar.  Eden Hazard,
bare-chested, but dressed in his Chelsea soccer shorts, and Brent Everett,
wearing a white 2(x)ist jockstrap and blue shin guards, were both spraying
them all with their piss.  Models Carlinhos Freire and Pablo Morais had
their muscular asses eaten alternately by Baptiste Giabiconi and Troye
Sivan.  Dominic Santos (of Randy Blue) was instructing a few year old kid
how to selfsuck.  Armond Rizzo, DeAngelo Jackson, Sean Xavier and Ricky
Roman, in the midst of a group fuck with Carlos Vela, Austin Mahone, Jake
T. Austin and Daniel Skye, were being filmed by a naked Colton Haynes, with
his dick clumsily sucked by a three-year-old Asian boy.  Andy Taylor (of
Helix Studios) had Thomas Brodie-Sangster and the hunky Henry Cavill,
apparently both high as fuck, pushing multiple vibrating eggs, one after
another, into his boy-cunt.  And that wasn’t even the half of
it…

   Finally, he reached the end of the dark corridor.  There he saw a
spacious room lit by spotlight lamps, empty except for a small bed covered
with pink sheets belonging to a toddler boy, surrounded by movie cameras on
tripods.  There he saw himself, Alexander Sedgwick, back when he was maybe
two, a beautiful and smiling blonde baby, resting naked on the smooth,
muscular chest of his then 20-year-old dad – Judson.  His father was
a football player in high school, the star quarterback of their team. 
Sandy loved seeing his daddy naked, for as long as he could remember.  The
man never made any unnecessary fuss over nudity among other males,
including his sons and other relatives – the effect of spending more
than half his life as an athlete.  On countless occasions little Sandy
could marvel at that big, flaccid dick, swinging between Jud’s manly
thighs, after his parent exited the shower, or hopped out of their garden
hot tub.  On those days when Mum wasn’t there, they would strip
entirely and walk around the house nude, sweating in that sizzling
California heat, a young father and his two gorgeous sons, all three proud
of their perfect bodies.  Now, with excitement growing rapidly in his
12-year-old loins, Sandy stared as his dad began caressing the body of his
former self, when he was just over two years old.  It was the stuff his
deepest fantasies used to be made of – his father seeing Sandy not
only as a son, but also an object of sexual desire, a lover…

   Jud held two-year-old Sandy’s miniature hand and slowly guided it
to his moist, adult cock.  It was a fat, almost 9” long fucker, with
strings of clear honey pouring out of its piss slit.  A two-year-old
couldn’t even grasp his hand around it.  Jud started saying his
son’s name, over and over again: “Sandy… Sandy…
Sandy…” Then, the 12-year-old suddenly saw the doorplates
again, the ones on the motel doors, which he couldn’t read before. 
At last, he was able to see the name inscribed on them clearly: Alexander
Sedgwick!  A voice kept calling him, repeating his name.  The room and the
dark corridor began to turn into a blur… A sudden light…

   “SANDY!” Bryan once again tried to wake the sleeping
12-year-old boy up, holding onto and shaking his limp arm.

   “What the fff…!”

   “Wake up already!  You been asleep for over twelve hours! 
It’s Saturday!”

   “Huh…?” Sandy looked around, still not certain where
he was and what happened to his naked father.

   “You fell asleep after playing with Connor and three of the boys.
Con carried you to a bed.  And you promised to fuck me today, Sandy!  You
promised!” Bry whined with a pleading look in his baby eyes.

   They were in one of the Apartment’s two guest-rooms; it was more
or less noon.  It was a small room with two windows, a single bed and some
basic furniture: bean bag chairs and two tables.  The ceiling above the bed
was covered with a giant mirror.  The walls, painted bright red, were
decorated with yet more posters from child porn movies, all secured inside
clip frames.  The titles included: “Sperm Cocktail 69”,
“Preschool Buddies”, “Memories of San Fernando”,
“Brothers for Life”, “After Class Cruising”,
“Sandy Beach, Part 3” and more.

   For a minute, Sandy stared dumbly at the paper image of himself: his
body tanned, wearing a white men’s g-string swimsuit, lying on a
yellow waterbed, while a handsome Thai guy in his mid-20s was spraying the
boy’s slim back with his cum, and smearing it all over his body like
suntan oil.  It was a part of Sandy’s most successful series, each
movie shot on the beaches of a different country: South Africa, Greece,
Thailand, Dominican Republic, Jamaica, the Seychelles, Hawaii and
Spain’s Majorca.  The shoots included a cast of local men, and took
place while Sandy’s parents were gone and usually had to last only a
few days each.  Plans were being made for a part 9 in the franchise, with
Sandy getting plowed on the beaches of Hainan, China.  The Organization was
in the process of establishing long-term business ties with corrupt Chinese
communist dignitaries, providing for their perverted needs in exchange for
exporting thousands of young boys out of the authoritarian state, straight
into the pedophile undergrounds of Europe and North America.

   Finally, the blonde tween snapped out of it and returned to reality. 
His bedsheet was damp, same as the comforter his body was covered with.  He
stank of sweat and cum.  After scrambling from underneath the soggy layers
of material, he hopped onto the lush carpet and stood in front of Bryan. 
He could remember his erotic dream very clearly – the images produced
by his lewd and twisted mind, a mixture of the 12-year-old’s
fantasies and desires, with all the men he had ever lusted after.  He was
so horny he could probably bust a nut without even touching his cock.

   “Fuck, Bry.  My dick is so fuckin’ hard… wanna greet
me in a proper way…?” Sandy grabbed his 4.7” shaft and
pointed its exposed, purple head at the nine-year-old, smiling wickedly,
getting off on his own stench.

   Bryan was in a white “Fuck me, it’s my birthday” tee,
turquoise "scar de la Renta twill shorts and a pair of 80s vintage white
Adidas sneakers.  The preteen boy licked his lips and grinned at his older
friend, then dropped to his knees right away, not even bothering to strip.

   The skinny nine-year-old boy was starving for dick.

   Broken in at the tender age of four, his short life had been a constant
whirl of perverted debauchery, to which he became subjected to at the hands
of some very imaginative, adult men.  Bryan was taken away from his family
because of the tyke’s phenomenal beauty and sexy boyish features. 
His parents were poor, so the authorities did not give a fuck about the
kidnapping.  The Organization thought that he’d do a lot better
becoming a model and a movie actor, instead of just starting school and
leading the ordinary life of a typical preteen boy.  His prepping period
lasted for nearly a year – even though he took to sex almost
immediately, like every normal boy does, it was not enough to just let him
get fucked on camera – besides, due to his young age, he wasn’t
able to take really big cocks yet anyway.  Bryan was put through not only
physical training, but above all it was determined crucial to totally
corrupt his young mind and turn him into not only a slutty pussyboy and
cock connoisseur, but also a vile boy-fucker with insatiable taste for
kiddies even younger than himself – infants, toddlers and young
preschoolers.

   Porn involving babies is a rapidly growing market, with hundreds of
thousands of paying customers around the globe, a lot of them prominent
celebrities and athletes, all demanding quality product.  The
Organization’s subsidiary studios in Central Europe were among the
pioneer movie companies in that genre, but where there’s demand,
there is supply.  Soon, cameras started rolling on American sets too, with
the movies having much bigger budgets and higher production values. 
It’s best to fuck a kid who is only a couple of months old with a
smaller dick, so adult cunt-fuckers were usually out of the question. 
Although tempted, the producers did decide not to see if it’s
possible for a 20-year-old dude to shove his 9” slab of fuck-meat
into the cunt of a boy whose body isn’t even twice that length.

   More than often, preteens and young teenagers were employed to do the
ass fucking scenes, with older guys playing other parts, depending on the
script.  By the time of his first movie, lil’ Bryan’s mind was
nothing but a sloshy, cum-drenched pulp of vulgar ideas and images.  After
being constantly exposed to multiple forms of pornography, kept around
dozens of naked men and boys fucking all day long, fed fresh cum and Viagra
and regularly having his lithe body played with, fondled, teased, licked,
sucked and fucked, Bryan became an insatiable elementary school-aged
sex-junkie, trained in extreme kiddie sex.  The cute kid had fat, leaking
cocks shoved both down his gullet and up his colon, but his ultimate thrill
was to molest those adorable baby boys.  His antics quickly became
notorious; DVDs were being sold in heaps.  Guys at gyms, in locker rooms,
schools, offices, at Sunday dinner tables began talking in excited voices
about this hot kid who enjoys ferociously fucking 1-3 year olds.  Bryan
became an A-list performer before he turned seven, and his popularity grew
as he got older, his still-preteen body getting more developed.  He’d
met Sandy over a year prior on a movie set and soon after developed a crush
on the gorgeous blonde boy.

   Bryan did not waste any time and immediately engulfed Sandy’s
throbbing penis with his small lips.  The older boy, with a satisfied and
lust-filled look in his eyes, watched as the 4.7” shaft of his dick
disappeared in the nine-year-old’s warm, moist mouth with complete
ease, filling Bryan’s oral cavity and sliding into his larynx,
forcing out streams of spit, which started to leak from the corners of his
mouth, down his neck and Sandy’s smooth balls.  Loud slurps and
gurgles filled the room.  After a moment of adjusting, the young boy
initiated a ravenous attack of a cock-starved cum addict on Sandy’s
hard cock, deepthroating it in the manner of an expert cocksucker, without
a trace of gagging.  Spit was dripping from his chin; his big brown eyes
focused lovingly and intently on Sandy’s handsome face.  He was
desperate to please this slightly older boy he was so infatuated with,
using the way he was taught to best express love for a boy – going
down on his dick.  He remembered his teachers explaining it to him and to
the other boys in his class that it’s normal and acceptable for
little boys in kindergarten and elementary school to experience their first
crushes on other boys, and that sucking each others’ cocks is a cute
and adorable manner of showing those innocent feelings.

   Licking other boys’ assholes, shoving tongues inside their
pussies, munching on those moist, smooth boy-cunts is yet another,
beautiful way.  Young boys often do this on all fours, just like dogs
– hence the term “puppy love”.  Bryan was hoping Sandy
would allow him to eat his butt.  The nine-year-old boy was too shy to
admit his feelings for his older friend, so he was more than eager to excel
at pleasuring the blonde tween’s body.  Maybe, just maybe, if he was
good enough, Sandy might tell him they could be boyfriends?  Bryan’s
little heart was beating faster each time he had that thought.  Sandy is so
smart and caring and beautiful and, well, perfect – he would make for
an ideal boyfriend.  They could make a lot of money doing films together,
then move to their own big mansion and love each other forever.  While
having those thoughts, Bryan was sucking Sandy’s rigid cock even
deeper inside his throat, sloshing and slurping audibly, pulling off the
shaft to cover it with kisses and lick it sensuously, giving the same
treatment to the 12-year-old’s heavy ballsack.  His hands wandered
across Sandy’s muscular thighs and down his sexy calves, his fingers
were tracing patterns across the boy’s firm ass and the light curves
of his abs.  The brown-haired nine-year-old cutie wished he could engulf
both Sandy’s cock and balls into his willing mouth, same way he often
did with those lil’ babies.

   “Aw, fuck… Bry, you sure know how to give a guy a good time
with your mouth, you fuckin’ slut…”

   Just then, Sandy suddenly felt how badly he needed to piss.  Even with
the hard-on, the urge to relieve himself was growing rapidly – his
bladder was bursting.  Sandy looked at Bry’s pretty face, his
gorgeous, loving eyes, his smooth, delicate, unblemished skin, and his
perfect faux hawk hairdo.  The young boy was so focused on pleasing
him… He waited until his cock was buried deep inside Bry’s
throat, and at the right moment he let loose a gushing torrent of hot piss.
Bryan froze completely for a second, but then immediately started violently
choking and coughing.  He tried to spit Sandy’s cock out of his
mouth, but his head was held firmly in place by the boy pissing inside him.
Bryan’s eyes reddened and tears poured down his livid cheeks, piss
was squirting out of his nostrils.  He looked up at Sandy pleadingly, but
the only thing he saw in his eyes was animalistic lust.

   It took the kid a while, during which he began to feel nauseous, to get
used to the flood of piss.  As he stopped fidgeting, Sandy loosened his
grip on the younger boy’s head and backed his dick a little, so Bryan
could begin to swallow his piss, instead of drowning on it.  The boy was
breathing rapidly, his eyes bloodshot and his face pale white.  The warm
stream of Sandy’s potent piss was filling his belly and he thought
that it was actually hot as fuck.  He started moaning, his right hand a
blur around his own 3.8” cock, stroking it rapidly.  As the stream
began to slowly subside, Sandy pulled out, so he could splash some of it on
Bryan’s face and body.  The 12-year-old’s yellow piss
splattered across Bry’s nose and cheeks, soaked and matted his brown
hair, and turned his clothes completely soggy.  The kid was sitting there
in the middle of a puddle, drenched and dripping, watching as Sandy’s
cock released its last drops onto the carpet and finally stopped urinating.
He gave Sandy a wide, shit-eating smile.

   “Gosh, that was intense!  Never had something like that done to
me…” Bryan piped in his girlish, but now somewhat rasping
voice. He pulled off his wet tee and wrung out the yellowish liquid into
his wide opened mouth.  He also took off his "scar de la Renta shorts,
underneath which the preteen boy had a red Andrew Christian Almost Naked
Pride Y-back jock-thong.  Sandy prevented him from stripping completely
naked, as the sexy undies, along with the white sneakers, looked very hot
on the slutty nine-year-old.

   “Get out of here!  You’re tellin’ me no guy ever
pissed in your mouth?  What are you, three?” laughed Sandy.  He was
standing naked and fondling his still rock hard, throbbing cock.  Some
pre-cum appeared at the tip, but the boy quickly gathered it all with his
finger and licked the glistening honey off.

   “Well, they make me lap up piss from a doggie bowl.  Cum, most of
the times, but sometimes piss too.  But I have to walk around on my hands
and knees first and do other silly stuff.  And they often piss all over me,
of course.  I even made a movie like that!” the boy beamed in pride.

   “If you want I can talk to the guys and you’ll have a scene
like that, where a dude pisses down your gullet, in one of your future
flicks… Somehow I know your fans will love it,” the blonde boy
grinned wickedly.

   Bryan lit up even more.  “Gee, that would be so cool!  And I love
my fans!  They keep messaging me and liking my pics everywhere, on Twitter,
and on Instagram!  Even the not-naughty ones!  And they keep askin’
me about everything, where do I live and…”

   “Yeah, yeah, I’m sure they are.  But there’s this big
fat cock o’ mine here, waiting for you to finish sucking him.  And
he’s gettin’ impatient,” Sandy pointed his hard shaft at
the little boy.

   “Oh!  I’m sorry, Sandy.  And sorry, Mr.  Cock!” Bryan
chirped, already dropping to his knees in front of the 12-year-old.  There
was a heady, manly smell emanating from Sandy’s hairless crotch.  The
4.7” penis, beautiful and tasty-looking, was leering with its one eye
at the innocent face in front of it, leaking pearly slime and trembling in
anticipation.  Bryan didn’t take it inside his mouth at once, but
began teasing and worshipping the meaty shaft and tightened balls with his
nimble tongue, covering them with spit.  He grabbed the 12-year-old’s
dick and rubbed his face with its wet tip, and then smeared the pre-cum all
over his cheeks, nose and forehead, cooing while he was at it.

   “I love your willy so much, Sandy,” he said softly.

   Then, after another round of kisses and sensuous licks, the
nine-year-old boy put the hard member between his sexy lips.

   “Fuck yeah, Bry… Show me how you really love my
fuckin’ dick.  Work it, baby…”

   Bryan returned to doing an expert cocksucking job on Sandy, interrupted
earlier by the cascade of hot piss unleashed into his tummy.  Having sucked
thousands of cocks during his short life, the sweet boy-whore knew what he
was doing.  He loved that Sandy was uncut, because he could nibble on that
fleshy hood, push his little tongue underneath it, chew and stretch the
foreskin with his teeth.  Sandy was moaning and gasping each time Bry
roamed across his sensitive corona, teasing the dripping cockhead with his
wet tongue.  The boy had no problem with filling his throat with the
jutting shaft, burying his nose in his crush’s hairless pubic area.
His fingers played with Sandy’s nutsac, all wet with spit dripping
from the nine-year-old cocksucker’s lips.  The boy was slurping
sexily, his whole face begrimed with slime, his hair a mess from the piss.
He alternated between pleasuring the stiff cock, and licking and sucking on
those smooth, beautiful balls, lapping at Sandy’s boyish scrotum, and
then shoving his tongue beneath it, where it was hot, damp and musky.  The
12-year-old was going crazy with lust, as the preteen cutie licked, sucked,
slurped and kissed with outrageous relish, unleashing his cock-connoisseur
techniques on his beloved boy.

   Bryan spat the fat prick out and began feverishly licking Sandy’s
luscious thighs and his tight washboard.  He jacked the meaty tube a little
with his small palm, squeezing copious amounts of appetizing pre-cum
through the open piss slit, with no effort whatsoever.  He made an obscene
show of slurping it out from between the foreskin and then swallowing it
down, delighting himself in its savory flavor.  The boy absolutely loved
making those long ropes of saliva and pre-cum, extending from the throbbing
cockhead to his whorish lips.  After making one he would slurp it in
loudly, then swallow the slimy mixture and quickly get back to sucking and
licking the 12yo boy’s penis again.  Bry’s pistoning head
halted every few minutes each time he sensed that Sandy was close to
cumming.  He was driving the blonde tween mad with overwhelming arousal and
desire.  Sandy’s fit, athletic body was covered in a shiny layer of
sweat, his young muscles glistening in the light coming through the
room’s window.

   “FUUUCKIN’ BITCH!!!” Sandy’s scream tore through
the stench of sex that was surrounding the two kids.  He grabbed
Bry’s skinny 4’1” frame and threw the nine-year-old boy
roughly onto the bed.  Bryan was going to get that fuck he so desperately
wanted the day before at last.  Sandy flipped the prepubescent boy onto his
back and lifted his thin, hairless legs high in the air.  The slut still
had his Andrew Christian jock-thong on – a pair of bright yellow
straps was enlacing the small, but firm and well-developed ass globes,
while a Y-shaped string of purple cloth was embedded deep between those two
smooth, succulent cheeks, running through the moist, musky crack.  The
12-year-old licked two of his fingers and pushed them forcibly inside
Bryan’s pussy, making sure the kid was loose enough.  Bry screamed,
but not very loud.  Sandy spat a few times on the young boy’s
asshole, the wrinkled rosebud looking magnificent between the little
slut’s small, round globes.  The boy-hole in front of him was a
puckered beauty, perfect in its young, preteen form.  It was breathing,
leering enticingly, inviting anyone willing inside its heavenly moistness.
Above it – a luscious little sac and a 3.8” nail, concealed by
the skimpy, almost non-existent underwear, both just asking to be
worshipped.  A dude could spend his whole day with his face between those
two tanned, coltish legs, munching and slurping and snorting, making the
cum slut squeal in ecstasy like a baby.  Sandy ripped the Andrew Christian
undies off, revealing the juicy preteen cock and the small, hairless
nutsac.

   “So, you want my dick, huh?  You want me to stuff your slutty ass
with my fuckin’ dick?  You want to get fucked nice and good?!”

   “Yeah…”

   “Say it, bitch!  Say it out loud like a man: FUCK MY SLUTTY ASS
WITH YOUR FUCKIN’ DICK!”

   “Fff…uck my slutty ass with your fuckin’ dick!”

   “LOUDER, BITCH BOY!”

   “FUCK MY SLUTTY ASS WITH YOUR FUCKIN’ DICK, SANDY!!!”
Bryan yelled in his unbroken voice, staring directly into Sandy’s
eyes, turning on the tween even more because of finally using some sexy
swearwords.

   “FUCK YEAH,” the 12-year-old boy growled.  He noticed that
there was some stuff lying on the nightstand, right next to the bed –
someone’s Patek Philippe watch, a few cum-stained Franklin bills, a
used bottle of Nair Men Hair Remover body cream, a meth pipe, and a small,
ornate box made of red sandalwood.  Sandy reached for the container, only
to discover that it was full of little meth crystals.  Out of curiosity, he
also opened the locker in the nightstand – inside he found a black
Mystim E-Stim vibrator, a half-empty bottle of Macallan whiskey with a worn
Nasty Pig jockstrap hanging on its neck, three dirty lowball glasses,
Jungle Juice and Locker Room poppers, plus maybe fifteen knots of $50
bills. The other shelf had a stack of old L’Officiel Hommes and
L’Uomo Vogue magazines, a paperback copy of “Wind and
Wuthering”, and Marlboro’s.  Sandy took a big swig out of the
whiskey bottle and grabbed the poppers and two meth crystals out of the
expensive box, then again positioned himself between Bry’s lithe
legs. He was leaking so badly, his luscious cock was leaving a trail of
slimy pre-cum everywhere he went.

   “Just look what I got for you, bitch boy, some of your favourite
candy!” Sandy showed the drugs to the nine-year-old boy, grinning
like crazy, then wasted no time and pushed the crystal clear shreds into
his damp, winking pussy, one after another.  The meth started dissolving
almost immediately in the preteen’s rectum, providing a so much
stronger kick than if it was smoked.  The burning, stinging feeling was
close to unbearable at first.  Bryan was squirming and wriggling, lying on
the filthy sheets.  Sandy unscrewed the poppers and gave the boy a couple
of hits, took a few himself, then rubbed his cockhead against Bry’s
puckered cunt, spreading the honey-like goo all over the boy-twat.  Amped
as fuck, he was so ready to plow this hungry little hole, circling around
it with his majestic thickness, teasing the entrance with his tool,
watching intently as the anus-administered drugs were rocking the innocent
looking preteen sky-high into fuckin’ gay-boy junkie heaven.  Their
senses sharpened, every touch of their bodies on one another feeling like
an electric shock, those two young boys were truly ready for some serious
love-making.

   “Fuck yeah!” gasped Bryan in a hoarse voice, his head
buzzing, high on poppers and one of his favourite treats – crystal
meth, as he felt Sandy’s 4.7” dick pushing at his boy-cunt. 
There was a thin but steady stream of the nine-year-old’s ass juices
flowing from his pulsating hole.  An aura of musky, heady, potent smell
– arousing as fuck – was surrounding the two wretched,
sex-crazed rascals, driving them insane with animalistic, drug-fuelled
lust. Sandy’s oozing cockhead popped through the loose sphincter and
entered that moist, hot, velvety tunnel, his chiselled ass muscles tight as
he slowly pushed further inside the preteen fuck-cavern.  His hands were
all over Bry’s amazingly sexy, boyish body, gorgeously tanned and
fat-free, with the nine-year-old’s small muscles bulging and
straining under the thin layer of skin.  His nipples were perfect for
tweaking – small, pink, but pointy.  Not a single hair, neither on
his legs, nor under his arms, on his balls or above his baby cock.

   “Fuck!” and “fuck yeah!” were the only words the
two young boys were able to speak.  They were both lost in each
other’s beauty, staring into each other’s eyes, marvelling at
the fuckin’ out-of-this-world sexiness of the moment.  Bry’s
boy-pussy was insatiably hungry for Sandy’s succulent meat, sucking
the invading schlong by itself deeper into the brunette cutie’s damp
insides.  It took Sandy no time at all to bottom out on his preteen lover,
as he suddenly hit the boy’s ass with his jostling, sweat-dripping
nutsac, filling Bry’s hole with his luscious fuck-stick.

   It was so natural, so right, for two young boys, one 12 and the other
only nine years old, to lose themselves in such a youthful, fun celebration
of masculinity and passionate boy-love.  Sandy suddenly thought that he
wished his dad could see him right there and then – wouldn’t it
be fuckin’ awesome, to indulge themselves together with those raw,
manly desires, to celebrate the fuckin’ perfect beauty of the male
body and everything that it can offer to another man, joined as father and
son, lick and suck and rim and fuck in unison, sharing the bodies of
countless boys, and drink at the fountain of their cumming dicks?  And his
seven-year-old brother, Danny… fuuuck!  He was even more
fuckin’ desperate to violate that fuckin’ little cocktease,
than to get it on with his old man.  No more of that “I’ll suck
your cock and that’s it” bullshit from that sneaky lil’
fucker.  He was ripe for picking, and it was long overdue.  He
should’ve been ravaging that baby-cunt of Danny’s for years
now. “Just wait, you pain-in-the-ass fuck, till I see you again,
wriggling that pert lil’ ass of yours at me, or the next time I find
you and your friends swigging beer and jerkin’ off your baby dicks
together!”

   “Awww, Jeeesus fuuuck!” growled Sandy, deranged with lust,
his mind overflowing with the most obscene and taboo of thoughts, as he
began to piston-fuck Bry’s firm butt, pulling in and out in a
light-speed rhythm.  He was getting desperate for release – he needed
to flood this fuckin’ kid’s bowels with his jizz, breed his
insides, so much that cum would start firing out of Bry’s ears and
nostrils.  He was picturing the nine-year-old, along with his lil’
bro Danny, both in a pool of his hot, stodgy sperm, watching them drowning
on his manly spooge, waves of whitish, slimy cum splashing against their
small bodies and covering them whole, flowing into their screaming mouths,
cum sticking to everything around – cum, the nectar of the gods,
splattered just everywhere!

   He was working his strong hips like a fuck-machine, impaling Bry on his
about-to-burst fuck-stick, saliva dripping from his half-opened mouth,
grunting and moaning like an animal in heat.  The damp insides of
Bry’s body were bringing him to the very heights of sexual bliss. 
‘No other feeling like fucking a preteen kid’, they say.  This
was pure sex at its finest, ultimate level – dudes were made to fuck
other dudes, and they should be beginning as early in their lives as
possible, to savour each other’s fuckin’ bodies at different
stages of their development.

   Why the long, fat, luscious cocks, why the hefty nutsacs, why the
perfectly modelled legs, washboard abs, six-packs, marble asses, glorious
cunt-holes, broad pecs, nipples, powerful arms and necks, what were
god-like handsomeness for, the delicious cum, all the maddeningly arousing
clothes and underwear, fuckin’ jockstraps, thongs, and everything
that’s connected to men, the smells, the charm, the attitude, if not
for other men to enjoy them?  There was no other answer – men (and
boys) are for men.  Fuck the stupid, nagging twats; they should be grateful
for the precious jizz spilled inside them to make more little boys to fuck
– some horny dude would be happy to chug it down instead.  Dumb twats
should be making sandwiches for the rest of their worthless lives, in
return for all that delicious man-essence they’re gettin’
inside their icky bodies.

   There was no use denying it – Sandy was about to cum.  The
tingling feeling behind his tightening ballsack was getting stronger, as
the 12-year-old boy rammed and rammed his rigid dick between Bry’s
pale ass globes.

   Bryan himself was in a state of delirium, having dry-cummed five or six
times already, his eyes rolled back in his head, tongue out, a numb,
sweat-soaked mess.  It felt like the cock inside his guts was drilling a
new tunnel somewhere below his tummy, tearing through his internal organs,
guiding him to the heights of bodily pleasure.  Sandy’s dick was only
4.7”, but the young cocksman sure could fuckin’ fuck!

   Then, the inevitable started – Sandy bellowed in an orgasmic
frenzy, his handsome face screwed up as his 12-year-old body convulsed in
the feverish throws of slut-boy ecstasy.  His tween dick, buried deep in
Bry’s boy-cunt, began to fire ropes of fresh spooge that plastered
the nine-year-old’s guts with its creamy goodness.  He shot nine
times, filling nine-year-old Bry’s ass up with the greatest gift a
man can offer.  He was fuckin’ spent.

   Both preteen boys were panting like they’d just run a marathon,
but they also had satisfied smiles of utter post-orgasmic joy on their
young, sweat-drenched faces.  Sandy, his cock still in Bry’s busted
cunt, began to delicately lick and kiss the younger boy’s filthy
body, tracing patterns along the curves of his delicate chest muscles,
slowly moving up to Bry’s hungry and anxious mouth.  Joined as they
were Sandy’s tween dick still gripped by Bry’s tight hole, they
locked lips on each other, kissing long and passionately.

   The blonde angel, having just bespattered Bryan’s insides with his
boy-essence, began to slowly pull his softening dick out of the
prepubescent cunt-hole, careful not to let any of the precious gloop drip
outside.  Bry was motionless, he too worried about wasting any of that
yummy nectar stored in his asshole.  His mouth was watering though, as he
just couldn’t wait to once again sample Sandy’s excellent
ball-juice.

   Once the 12-year-old had his slimy dick outside, he secured the younger
boy in a position with his ass upwards, his back propped up by his arms. 
The naked tween boy jumped towards the locker to grab two of the whiskey
glasses.  Once he had them, he slowly lowered Bry’s lithe body, still
containing their well-deserved refreshment.  The nine-year-old
child’s ass-lips were pried open, puffy and a bit reddened.  Inside,
they stored a healthy load of Sandy’s preteen ejaculate, after the
young stud had deposited spurt after spurt of that tasty boy-milk into the
little slut.  Sandy poured them both a drink, filling the two glasses with
his own cum and Bry’s ass juices, straight from the tap… well,
almost.

   “Push out, Bry.  Let it all out,” he instructed the boy, as
a string of slimy gloop was flowing from the kid’s well-fucked
asshole.  Once they had it all out, the two spent kids clinked their
glasses, grinning at each other with satisfied looks on their youthful
faces, and then gulped their drinks down.

   “I love you, Sandy…,” whispered Bryan, staring into
the older boy’s eyes.  Or did he?  No, it was just a thought in his
head; his imagination was running wild because of the romantic
moment… “Thank Jesus I didn’t say it out loud,” he
thought, sipping the last drops of Sandy’s sperm cocktail.

   ***

   After Sandy took a shower and got dressed, Connor fixed both him, Bryan,
and a few of the other boys some grub.  Sandy had another of his
tight-fitting One Direction tees on – a few of them lying around at
the Apartment, along with some of his other duds, exactly for times like
this.  The low-rising skinny jeans and Converse shoes he came in with
completed his attire.  Underneath the trousers, the boy’s hefty
package was packed in a black Baskit Energy jock.  Bry did not bathe, he
was still prancing around just in his white Adidas sneakers, butt-naked,
his 4’1”, 57 lbs body covered in dried-up piss, cum, sweat and
spit.

   Sharing their meal with two other boys, 16-year-old Ryan and 17-year-old
Felipe, they all had some avocado and tomato guacamole, some pasta with
smoked salmon, fruit salad with extra mango, and beer.  As they were
chatting with their mouths full of food, Felipe couldn’t take his
eyes off the naked Bryan, staring hungrily at the slutty preteen kid,
openly stroking his 7.5” Latino dick at the kitchen table, after
pulling it out of his Givenchy cotton-jersey shorts.  Sandy managed to
finger some more of his cum out of Bry’s ass, but not a lot.  He
poured it all into the guacamole.

   After the meal, as Felipe was stuffing Bry’s mouth with his
leaking, meaty tube of a cock, serving him yet another course, Sandy
finally remembered to check his iPhone: five unanswered calls from his
mother, three from Noel, one each from Hunter, Noel’s husband, and
Josh, the jock frat stud.  Fuck!

   “Oooh, fuck…,” sighed the boy, as he decided to choose
Josh’s recorded voicemail to listen to as the first one.  Upon
hearing the handsome 18-year-old soccer stud’s cocky voice, he
immediately got a raging hard-on.

   “Hey, you slut!  Me and the boys over here just wanted to check if
you’re okay.  That was some sweet fuckin’ A partey we had over
here, huh?  Bet you still don’t remember much from it, hahah…
I’ll send ya the videos from it in the evening, ok?  Oh, and Kev
found your coat and tee, lil’ dawg, so you can cum over anytime you
want and take ‘em.  Still no sight of your undies, though…
Well, we’ll be waiting for ya, we even have a surprise for ya, so cum
visit your new buddies soon, dawg… Oh yeah, yeah… Justin tells
me I should tell you he wants to double dick you with his brother…
and… what?  Taylor wants to introduce you to his swim team… All
right, you dirty fuckers, shut the fuck up already.  Perverts.  I mean,
like, for real…”



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