Date: Fri, 28 Oct 2016 18:58:48 +0200
From: Purple Thaoist <flowerpotheaded@gmail.com>
Subject: Sandy and the Boys - Chapter 1

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

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something on my own. Thank you, Rio Mack, Micah Cooke and Frank Graphsmuse.

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Sandy and the Boys – Chapter 1


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

	"Hey, I think the lil' bitch is finally awake!" said a male voice
with a cocky feel to it somewhere on Sandy's left. Sandy put some effort in
turning his hungover head towards where he heard the "polite" stranger. He
saw a perfectly proportioned, muscular young man with a blond quiff hairdo
– he was naked and apparently in the process of picking up empty alcohol
bottles, of which there were a lot, all over the place. After a minute of
staring he recognized and vaguely remembered the boy's name –
Brock. Around Brock he saw a few other boys in their late teens, all trying
desperately to make the room look once again like a human habitat and not a
filthy pigsty.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

	Josh rose from between the boy's sluttily spread ass cheeks, his
face smeared with remnants of frat jock cum and Sandy's ass juices, watery
sperm dripping from his cheeks and manly chin. Sandy gave the two sexy boys
a warm, shit-eating grin.

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

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

	His body looked almost fat-free – it was nicely toned and
delicately muscled, thanks to all the swimming, tennis and other physical
activities Sandy has been enjoying for years. The young boy was also a
frequent guest at the gym. His sexy, flat tummy was well into the process
of developing six-pack abs, making the boy awfully proud and quite a few of
his friends and teammates jealous – and horny – because of that. He
had very small and very hard nipples, which looked like tiny rubies,
decorating an ancient marble statue of Eros (or maybe rather a young,
boyish Priapus?).

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

	Sandy lifted his pert ass a bit, so Josh could have a better
view. The 12-year-old's little butt was round and muscular, `cause the
sport-loving boy paid special attention to its development and was working
hard for it to look as fuckable as humanly possible. The mouth-watering
pale buttocks hid his most cherished treasure, a pinkish rosebud leading
the way to the boy's velvety love tunnel.
	At that particular moment, Sandy's pussy was more than well-fucked
and quite loose, still leaking teen jizz that the hungry Josh hadn't
managed to slurp out. The 12-year-old spent the previous night serving as a
sex toy for a whole frat house full of drunk, druggy, extremely horny teen
jocks. The rich, spoiled boys came up with the idea of ordering a young
preteen boy to gang fuck during one of their usual house parties, according
to the old saying that the forbidden fruit tastes the sweetest. Most of the
guys regularly had sex with each other and with their girlfriends,
naturally, but only a few of the pack ever fucked a little boy or girl much
younger than themselves. Twelve wasn't that young really, many of the frat
boys had been long sexually active at that age, but they agreed it would be
enough for a start. A lot of the guys still couldn't believe they will get
to "play" with a middle schooler. One of Kevin's friends, a senior named
Jayson, gave him a black business card with just a telephone number printed
in golden lettering on it. He said that if twelve is what they want, twelve
is what they'll get, and that they definitely won't be disappointed.

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

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

	Some of the other frat boys, who had noticed what was happening
with Sandy, Josh and Kev, stopped what they were doing and started forming
a group around them. Most of the dudes were still naked – being nude
around other guys was the most natural thing in the world for them, since
they'd been athletes for all their lives and a men's locker room felt like
a second home. Besides, the frat and the dorms around the Hill were pretty
lenient about indoor male nudity. The students usually walked the corridors
dressed only in jockstraps or with towels draped around their waists, but
guys wearing nothing except their flip-flops were not an uncommon sight.

	There were football, basketball, baseball and soccer players,
swimmers, water polo players, wrestlers and gymnasts. A lot of the guys on
varsity teams pursued other disciplines as a hobby. They were all tall and
each had a physique typical for the sport they played, but all were
extremely fit, muscular and sexy as fuck.

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

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

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


This is my first story ever guys. After years of reading stuff here on
Nifty I finally decided to try and create my own work.

Once again I'd like to express my admiration for the writers listed in the
heading of the chapter.

Mind you that English is not my mother tongue, so please be tolerant about
any mistakes and inadequacies. I apologize for making them and hope that
they won't spoil your fun.

Please email me about what u think of this chapter and the story so far,
what u liked and what u did not, what would u like to read in the next
installments and so on. There will be more chapters! I enjoy hearing from
you very much, so go ahead and speak your mind. Thanks!
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