Date: Sun, 23 Oct 2016 16:30:50 +0200
From: Purple Thaoist <flowerpotheaded@gmail.com>
Subject: Sandy and the Boys - Chapter 3

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Sandy and the Boys – Chapter 3


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

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

	As the vehicle started moving, the tween pulled out his Samsung
Galaxy S6 and began checking out his Facebook, Twitter and Tumblr. In a
couple of minutes a Kik message came through. It was Noel.

	Noel: "Goin to the Apt?"

	Sandy: "Yup."

	Noel: "How was yesterday?"

	Sandy: "Fuckin A! Can hardly walk XD"

	Noel: "Leaking bad?"

	Sandy: "Nah, we ate it all lol"

	Noel: "Yum ;-) Oh, ur mums called. She thought u at school. Call
her, k?"

	Sandy: "Boooring!"

	Noel: "Do it or she be callin more"

	Sandy: "Well k but later"

	Noel: "Say hi to whoever will be there"

	Sandy: "Will do!"

	He finished checking out his accounts, then put the smartphone back
in his pocket and started scanning the crowd in search for some hotties,
just to kill the time. He thought there wasn't really much to see, up until
he spotted and fastened his eyes on a much younger boy. Sandy's dick
immediately began to chub up. The boy he was ogling was dusky-colored and
probably Indian, looked to be five years old and was holding the hand of a
20-something woman. As is often the case with preteen Indian boys, he was
exceptionally beautiful, with large, black eyes and visibly long eyelashes
encircling them. His pitch black shiny hair was stylized into a razor faded
pompadour. Slightly protruding ears were ornamented with two little diamond
stud men's earrings. The lil' kid was giggling every now and again, showing
off his snow-white baby teeth, while talking to the woman
inaudibly. Wearing a white GAP tee, black drop-crotch joggers (with their
legs rolled up a bit to sexily expose the boy's mankles), and white leather
Lacoste trainers, the five-year-old kid was screaming "FUCK ME!" with his
looks.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

	"Well, since my folks are out anyways, I thought I'd crash
here... So, is Connor in?"

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

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

	"Not hungry. But maybe you are, hmm?" Bryan unbuttoned his shorts,
which immediately dropped to his petite feet. Underneath he had a pair of
white Calvin Klein briefs with a broad, gray waistband, displaying the
designer's name. He immediately took out his 3,8-inch long, hard as steel,
succulent boy cock and started wagging it temptingly at the blonde tween
with sheer, boyish enthusiasm. No sane man, and especially no permanently
horny, 12-year-old boy, could turn down the advances of a young cutie like
Bryan, with his luscious, lightly carved, miniature body and the charming,
innocent beauty of his childish features. His hard, tiny nipples were
begging to be sucked and tweaked and teased. His thin, hairless, but at the
same time – strong and athletic legs, were demanding to be licked and
worshipped. His appetizing, immature dicklet, teasingly waving at Sandy
with those cute, slim fingers, was asking to be reverently slurped down and
swallowed whole.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

	"Wanna chase it down with a beer?"

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

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

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

	"Connor...?" Sandy yelled.

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


This is my first story ever guys. After years of reading stuff here on
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heading of the chapter.

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any mistakes and inadequacies. I apologize for making them and hope that
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