Date: Sat, 22 Oct 2016 19:15:41 +0200
From: Purple Thaoist <flowerpotheaded@gmail.com>
Subject: Sandy and the Boys - Chapter 2 (Revised)

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Sandy and the Boys – Chapter 2


	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 14, 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 adolescent 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 adolescent 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 alcohol, some filled with piss – as shitfaced, fucked
up college boys were 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 Sandy, 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 jizz, 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 teen boy scent. Kev gave him
a wide grin, but after that he reached into his pocket and again started
studying the black business card...


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
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