Date: Mon, 24 Oct 2016 23:48:57 +0200
From: Purple Thaoist <flowerpotheaded@gmail.com>
Subject: Sandy and the Boys - Chapter 5

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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 Pokιmon 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
was 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 Αlvaro Morata in a foursome with Justin Bieber
and Roma Acorn. The two athletes still had parts of their soccer uniforms
on them. James Rodrνguez 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 9 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 taking a shower and getting dressed, Connor fixed them both
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..."


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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