Date: Sat, 29 Oct 2016 22:57:24 +0200
From: Purple Thaoist <flowerpotheaded@gmail.com>
Subject: Sandy and the Boys - Chapter 6

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Sandy and the Boys – Chapter 6


	Kevin Farnsworth, a freshman studying at the UCLA College of
Letters and Science and a proud member of the Delta Iota chapter of the
Alpha Psi Alpha fraternity, left his frat house on Saturday morning at
about 11 a.m., alone, and headed out towards the northwestern edge of the
campus, commonly known as the Hill. The Hill is where all the UCLA's dorm
buildings are. It wasn't a long walk, because the Fraternity Row, that is
the area where almost all of the frats have their houses, is conveniently
located around Gayley Avenue, which encircles the Hill from the
south. Kevin always thought that the name Gayley Avenue sounds pretty
fuckin' gay, so he was glad their house stood on Ladfair, which runs
parallel to Gayley.

	The Delta Iota chapter of Alpha Psi Alpha was founded in 1929, as
one of the first frats at UCLA and one of first to have its house on
campus. The house was built in the 1920s and is a large Georgian-revival,
American Colonial-style villa. Along with Theta Xi, it's one of only two
frat houses to have their own swimming pool – but, the Alphas have the
edge over the Thetas, because they can also enjoy their own basketball
court. The building has a live-in capacity of fifty brothers, who live in
single, double, and triple bedrooms, without private bathrooms. The second
floor and the basement have community gang-style showers, along with
washrooms and toilets. Showerheads are installed both on walls and on
standalone columns, enabling large numbers of young men to shower together
at the same time. The toilets in the basement still have old school wall
urinals, while those on the floor were refurbished and are equipped both
with way cool, stainless steel pissing troughs, and porcelain urinal bowls
shaped like opened mouths. During the renovation, the walls were tiled with
black marble and had decorative metal elements added, but since then have
been defaced with graffiti, scribbles and crude, obscene drawings, same as
the toilet stall doors. Despite having such comfortable facilities at their
disposal, a lot of the frat jocks liked to piss straight onto the walls,
through open windows, or in sinks and basins, especially during house
parties – as it is pretty common around young drunk dudes. Apart from
the baths, the basement also holds a swanky gym area and a sauna. There is
another gym on the 2nd floor, but that one is smaller and has no
weightlifting room.

	Kevin's gut-wrenchingly hot, hard-muscled upper body was barely
covered, as the 18-year-old boy had only put a cropped football jersey on,
before going out to visit a friend in one of the student residence
halls. The jersey's sleeves and lower half were ripped off, so that any
dude who's wearing it could show off his massive guns and his washboard
abs. The skimpy cloth looked perfect on the young jock's chest, decorating
his broad set of pecs with a cartoonish image of Joe Bruin, UCLA's bear
mascot. His exposed, well-formed six-pack was attracting glances and stares
from passed-by guys and girls. He was going commando, rocking a pair of
grey Abercrombie sweat shorts – and since his pubic area was perfectly
smooth – they were lowered virtually to the base of his swinging dick,
just the way straight college jocks like to wear `em. Yes, it was a bit
indecent, but a lot less than if he actually had any prominent pubic
hair. In the back, the top of his two melon-like ass globes were on bold
display, parted by an inch and a half of a smooth, tight, dark ass
crack. Kevin's long, lightly haired legs were one of his sexiest features
– he was on the soccer varsity team, just like his bud Josh Alcott, so
his thighs were just two massive slabs of hard teen jock muscle, while his
marvelous, darkly tanned calves, flexing with each step, looked liked they
belonged to a male runway model. To complete his look, instead of the usual
flip-flops, he wore black Vans Authentic CA sneakers, no socks, and on his
head – a white BLVD Fashion snapback hat with an allover roses
print. The 6' tall figure of the 18-year-old frat jock was the epitome of
swaggy, teen, dick-hardening sexiness.

	The young stud was born and raised in the bible-thumping bumfuck
city of Midvale, UT, so getting admitted to UCLA and moving to Cali was
like a dream come true for the perpetually horny high school jock. At the
beginning of the fall semester, after the rush period had started, Kevin
attended sports events and parties organized by several of the frat
chapters, trying to figure out which ones were the best for him. He didn't
know much about the Greek system, same as he didn't know about living in
Cali, but pretty soon he fell in love with the sense of close community and
mutual commitment among the frat brothers – always there for one
another, members of each chapter seemed to form a tight-knit group of the
closest of friends. Kevin liked that very much, he wanted to belong to a
group of some cool, like-minded dudes, make a lot of new friends as quickly
as possible and then finally begin to partey! He was in luck, because his
rugged good looks, immaculately sculpted and well cared-for body, enticing
charm and nonchalant easygoingness made him the perfect frat boy
material. He immediately caught the attention of the most important houses
around campus, whereas on his part, Kevin found the ??As to be particularly
to his own liking. One thing he noticed and which he thought was way
awesome, was how all the frat boys from that house were comfortable with
their own and each others' bodies. All those beefy Alpha male jocks
flaunting their tite as fuck, rippling with young muscle bods every chance
they got, almost putting on a homoerotic strip show each time they were
going somewhere – always wearing as little clothes as possible, no
inhibitions whatsoever. Apart from that, they were constantly touching and
feeling up themselves and other hot looking dudes – hands on six-pack
abs and pecs, tracing all the sexy curves and ridges, squeezing and
slapping hard asses, groping crotches, poking each other with fists,
putting arms over shoulders. It was all buddy-like, and although sometimes
very intimate, still it seemed unconscious and innocent. Moreover, being so
body-focused and all, the athletic studs very much enjoyed comparing and
openly praising their respective builds and musculature, rubbing and
fondling each other all over not only during gym workouts, but practically
all the time. While at it, they were saying stuff like: "Fuckin' awesome
abs, man!", "you got one sweet lookin' ass, dawg!" and "those are some hot
fuckin' pecs, dude". Respect and appreciation of the male body and its
incomparable beauty were important values cherished by apparently both
Kevin and the ??As. The teen stud thought it was way cool and awesome as
fuck, and that he would fit in perfectly – even more so when he
discovered that all the high-flown crap from almost each and every frat's
statute and fliers about "wholesome mental, moral, physical, and spiritual
growth", "committing to lives of excellence" and "building better men" was
just fancy talk intended for keeping up appearances. In reality, frat
houses were about hot looking, well-muscled, athletic dudes getting
together to indulge in all sorts of debauched acts of depravity and
unparalleled hedonism – the ??As being the most notorious of them
all. And though the really awesome stuff came only after he completed his
pledge period and became a full-fledged member, even at the stage of
recruitment there was enough of booze, drugs and fucking for a kid from
Salt Lake `burbs like Kevin to blow his mind. All in all, the UCLA frat
boys were a pack of loud, confident, outgoing, competitive, horny studs
with cocky, macho attitudes, always high-fiving, chest bumping and horsing
around, focused solely on drinking, smoking pot and meth, working out,
playing varsity sports and most importantly, busting a nut as often as they
could.

	After narrowing it down to a few of the most elite houses and
eventually receiving bids from them all, Kev settled on ??A after all. It
was the most prestigious fraternity on campus, with a decades-long
tradition and hundreds of freshmen desperately trying to join their ranks
every year. It was a great honor to be chosen – along with Kevin, only
five other boys were offered to become pledges: Tim, Casey, Jon, Rashaun,
and Josh.

	Among the most important conditions for the rushees to meet during
the recruiting process, even before pledging, were high levels of their
fitness and athleticism, as the frat prided itself in its members'
outstanding achievements in varsity sports. Plus, the brothers always had
to look exceptionally hot and sexy to honorably represent the colors of
their House – with or without any clothes on – so that meant strict
workout routines, diet, and regular practice on the field for all those who
wanted to join. Since candidates were also required to be particularly well
endowed, the ??A members had to inspect each and every boy who was rushing
for their frat, buck naked. Such examinations were usually held twice
during recruitment, with the final one being decisive about the candidates'
fate. The guys were gathered at the frat's function hall, ordered to strip
and get their cocks hard. After that, selected frat members were proceeding
to look over their bodies closely, feeling up and kneading the muscles,
measuring the length and girth of the rushees' steel-hard, throbbing dicks
– sometimes snapping pics while at it and openly discussing between
themselves shit like the hardness of some particular pair of jock-glutes,
the amount of some dude's body hair, the pointiness of some other one's
erect nipples, or the development of yet another one's leg muscles.

	As for the cocks, seven inches is the required minimum for a guy to
be considered for a member and very few exceptions from this rule had been
made throughout the years. Josh made it by the skin of his teeth, as he was
7.1". Kevin, being 8", passed with flying colors, but it was Rashaun, with
his exactly 10.8" long, mighty cunt-fucker, who got the biggest round of
applause from the brothers. It wasn't all just for the sake of some
outdated tradition, as guys with the biggest cocks get all kinds of perks,
like the best rooms to live in, or lenient treatment during the pledge
period. When word about their impressive tubes of fuck-meat gets out, young
cunt from sororities and local high school cheerleading squads lines up to
them, their twats leaking in anticipation of getting thoroughly fucked by
some extra-large, freshman college cock, that way scoring popularity points
with other cunts and eventually maybe even getting a hot boyfriend. Other
dudes stop the big-dicked, young freshmen in corridors to ask if they can
see their big fuckers by themselves, same thing in toilets and locker
rooms... A big dick ensures popularity and earns respect of fellow brothers
and guys on campus; quite often it helps being promoted to the frat's
authorities, and even to the Interfraternity Council. Unfortunately for the
newly accepted ??A members though, according to the frat's regulations,
they are not allowed to fuck cunt, nor have ANY other contact with girls,
whether sexual or non-sexual, until the end of the official, two-month
pledge period!

	On his way to Dykstra Hall, one of the four original residence
halls on the Hill, Kevin had a smirk on his handsome face, reminiscing
about his and Josh's own time as pledges. His cock was quickly getting
hard, tenting out the sweat shorts he was wearing on his bare ass, as
memories of what he had thought back then were the two longest months of
his whole life – were coming back to him. Hazing, though officially
banned, in reality is very much alive on campuses all around the country,
including UCLA. "Fuck", he chuckled under his breath, "I don't think I ever
stayed without cumming for so many days as that time when they'd told us
that from now on we can't even fuck each other..."

	It was a sunny April day, with about 75°F. Since it was a
Saturday morning, not many people were out to enjoy the spring weather,
most of them still sleeping off the craziness of the previous night. A few
toned, lean, shirtless and barefoot guys were already up, throwing Frisbee
on a lawn; a cute-looking 18-year-old hipster dude, with a high fade and
hard part hairdo, a short beard, tunnels in his ears and colorful tattoos
on his arms, was reading a book under a tree; a small group of fat and ugly
girls was apparently doing some Buddhist meditation shit, sitting around
and trying to get into half-lotus positions, but instead just being
pathetic. The hipster boy had a loose black T with a pink "I'm too sexy for
my ex" inscription on the front, Calvin Klein jeggings and a pair of worn,
low-top, white Chucks on his bare feet. He noticed Kevin approaching, just
a few feet from where he was sitting – he gulped, wide-eyed, upon seeing
the beefy, skimpy-dressed figure of the freshman soccer jock. Then, he
spotted the huge tent in Kev's shorts and before realizing what he was
doing, the cute boy gasped audibly, his hand unconsciously travelling to
his own, confined inside the tight pants, rapidly growing dick. As the
athletic stud walked past the hipster, Kev realized the effect he was
having on him and grinned, showing off his perfect white teeth. Next, he
reached with one hand to his crotch, brazenly pulled down the front of his
A&F sweats and flashed his hard, fat, 8" cock at the bewildered boy.

	"Like something you see, dawg?" laughed the naughty stud, noticing
the look of animalistic lust on the kid's face, as he tucked his enticing
erection back into his shorts. Kevin thought the swaggy kid was damn cute,
especially after turning beet red from getting caught perving over him. Kev
bet he would look even better with his lips wrapped around a fat dick and
with some fresh jizz splattered over his pretty mug. "Be at the back of
Wooden Center tonight at 9 if you want a taste," said the frat boy with a
lewd smirk, as he continued to walk towards Dykstra, leaving the stunned
kid behind, with his jaw dropped to the ground.

	"T-t-thanks," mumbled the hipster boy.

	"Hey! Can I bring a friend?" he yelled to the walking away Kevin,
after regaining some composure, still blushing, his hand squeezing his hard
cock through the skinny trousers. After another few seconds he was already
wildly grinning from ear to ear.

	"A friend? Sure, dude! The more the merrier. Your brother would be
even better!"

***

	Kevin was greeted by a crudely written "DICKstra hall wellCUMS"
graffiti defacing the building's main entrance. The ten-storey residential
block used to be co-ed up till year 2014, when a coalition of UCLA
fraternities, the Undergraduate Students Association Council and various
student sports organizations forced through their demand to turn it into an
all-male dorm. This praiseworthy idea made national headlines after what
had started as bluntly rejected initiative by a few varsity basketball
players, quickly escalated into truly epic proportions, with tens of
thousands male supporters all around the country.

	At the core of the problem was a group of "progressive",
"feminist", female students, too ugly to get laid, who kept nagging and
complaining about how "indecent", "provocative" and "obnoxious" the
behavior of the boys living in Dykstra is. Since most of those boys were
popular school athletes, they were simply behaving the way such boys
usually do. This, for some reason, was really pissing the cunts off. The
shovel-faced, fugly twats kept bitching about completely irrelevant
nonissues, such as perpetual partying and binge drinking; used condoms,
clothes and men's underwear being dumped all over the place; guys walking
naked around the dorm, always leaving doors to the shower areas and toilets
open; guys jacking off and rutting like animals in common-space areas; and
finally – the constant use of "sexist", "derogatory" language towards
cunts. Another thing they apparently did not appreciate was the pervasive,
overwhelming, manly odor of sweaty cock and balls. And so one day, a group
of five Black sophomore basketball players was heading towards the
community showers, each of them naked but for bath towels slung over their
shoulders, and leather flip-flops on their long, bony feet. Additionally,
three of them were in snapbacks. The boys varied in the color-depth of
their skin, but all had toned, well-muscled, beautiful bodies, with
powerful biceps, smooth chests, shaved-off pubes, deeply curved abs, and
marvelous asses. Their dicks, ranging from 6.3" to almost 8" in length
while still soft, swung freely between their beefy thighs, while they were
busy talking in loud voices about fucking cunt. One of the boys, Diondre,
had almost his whole upper body covered in tattoos. He was donning his
Lakers snapback backwards, high on the top of his head. His earlobes were
decorated with little diamond studs, while his hard, brown nipples were
pierced with diamond barbell rings. The sexy young stud was just telling
the others a funny story about a 15-year-old, white cheerleader with some
already exceptionally big titties, whom he had been fucking in her asshole
two days earlier, after which she reportedly couldn't stop audibly farting
out his cum during classes, when suddenly the "feminist" cunts showed up
from around the corner. Immediately, the PC bitches began to moan about the
guys making them "feel uncomfortable", strutting around bare-assed like
that, shamelessly flaunting their long, fat, African-American
schlongs. Moreover, since the young athlete boys had just returned from a
run, they were oozing a funky, heady, all-man aroma of sweat. This seemed
to be aggravating the mud shark cunts even more, but at the same time
making them unwillingly feel irresistible lust. The dick-hungry twats,
despite all their stupid bullshit, couldn't take their greedy little eyes
off the statuesque nigger bodies, but most of all – those enticingly
succulent, beautiful cocks.

	"Fuck, yous bitchez be sum batshit crazzee muthafuckin' hoes! Ain't
nuthin' wrong `bout a nigga showin' sum skin, fuckin' Keebler bitch! Me and
mah homies, wez be proud of deez `ere Ds!" laughed Diondre, baring his
glistening white teeth at the stupefied female students, as he grabbed the
lengthy shaft of his dick in one hand, reaching for his friend, Anthon's,
own meaty tube with the other. Having two handfuls of ebony cock, he wagged
them both teasingly at the Crisco cunts to make his point clear.

	"Fuck yeah! No way no honkie bitch can't tells me what and when I
be wearin'! Betcha wanna go down on me and suck mah nigga dick rite `ere,
rite now, huh, Snow White? Whaddya say, cunt? Wanna choke sum on diz `ere
whang o' mine? Huh? Confess, bitch! Yous be hungry fo' mah dick?!" Tyrice,
a towering, 6'9" tall, densely inked thug, was sticking his still flaccid,
but nonetheless sizeable shaft at Felicia, one of the feminist twats, a
senior.

	"How yous espect wez be goin' to shower, dumb-ass hoe? Wearin'
fuckin' trench coats?! Fuck dat shit! Diz `ere crib should be MENS-ONLY!
Ain't no place fo' no naggin' bitches `ere!"

	And so Anthon, with his growing dick still held by his friend
Diondre, turned out to be the original proponent of moving all the female
students out of Dykstra Hall. The other boys followed up on the idea with
sheer enthusiasm, but to their great dismal – the UCLA authorities
quickly turned it down, fearing that taking such a decision could be
interpreted by the liberal media as a chauvinist move, or something. This
in turn triggered an immediate response from the male student community,
resulting in a wave of unqualified support, first from fellow tenants of
Dykstra, then boys living in all the other dorms on the Hill, and finally
– from other university campuses, nationwide. Young guys everywhere felt
it wasn't right that a dude can't be naked when and where he feels like it,
especially if it's in a college dorm, of all the fuckin' places. No cunt
has the right to tell a man what he should, and what he shouldn't be
doing. If he wants to piss in the kitchen sink, leave his used jockstraps
everywhere, or revel in his sexy, masculine stench after workout, then by
all means he should. If he wants to get a blowjob or have a sandwich done,
then it's not a cunt's thing to argue, but her duty to obey.

	Guys in more than thirty states took to campus plazas and their
surrounding alleys, organizing support rallies and various crazy, often
penis-themed happenings. They were showing up either in their athletic
gear, shirtless, just in undies, or with towels draped around their waists,
chanting slogans, singing, getting cross-faded. Dykstra Hall quickly became
#DICKstra, a hashtag trending on Twitter, accompanied by selfies posted by
young Insta-studs – some of them not only not in college yet, but even
high school – showing their cocks and balls as an act of solidarity with
Diondre, Anthon, and the other boys. Some particularly hot-looking dudes
became Tumblr-famous celebrities, all thanks to tagging their naked pics
and sex vids on Vine in support of the cause. Soon #DICKstra began showing
up in popular T-shirt phrases and memes. As for Anthon himself, he along
with Diondre, Tyrice, and the two other boys, D'Quan and Craig, became
somewhat famous. Due to their scorchingly hot bodies and big nigger cocks,
they were flooded with offers to become editorial models, strippers, porn
stars. A few Western Conference NBA teams even offered them contracts! The
boys appeared on Letterman and Jimmy Kimmel, and ultimately got their own
MTV reality show. Due to such pressure, both from the student community and
the public, UCLA Residential Life, the university's department responsible
for student housing, decided to meet the male students' demands and not
only transform Dykstra into an all-male residence hall, but give the entire
Rieber Court the same treatment. Moreover, the authority over those dorms
was transferred to the Interfratenity Council, effectively turning them
into shrouded in meth smoke, totally corrupt dens of non-stop partying.

***

	Kevin didn't bother to knock; he just turned the doorknob and
entered. The room belonged to Jayson Prescott, a 22-year-old senior, and
Kim Woo-Suk, a 20-year-old sophomore. Jayson was the older brother of Kev's
best friend back from Utah, Matty, while Woo-Suk was a Korean boy whose
family had moved from Incheon to the States when he was 12. Their room was
a small, cramped place with two beds, two desks, a closet, and a couple of
lockers. The cheap-looking furniture was swamped by various stuff belonging
to the two students, primarily heaps of crumpled clothes, underwear, empty
beer bottles, school books, DVDs, and Woo-Suk's manga volumes. A MacBook
Pro, lying on one of the desks among piles of random junk, was playing an
upbeat techno EDM tune. The walls on Jayson's side had posters of some of
the hottest NFL players, either in gear or shirtless, including Brady
Quinn, Cam Newton, Jordan Cameron, Danny Amendola, Colin Kaepernick, Erick
Decker and Richard Sherman. Woo-Suk's side was covered with posters and
drawings of K-pop boy idols, handsome ulzzangs, anime characters in
hardcore yaoi poses and scenes – mainly "Free!" swimmers and Guts from
"Berserk", plus some regular gay boy-favorites – a couple of Tom Daleys
and Zayn Maliks among them.

	Woo-Suk, or Woody, as his friends called him, was spread out on his
bed, lying lazily and checking something out on his iPad Mini 3. Next to
him, propped against the wall, stood his 18" plush mascot of a chibi
Grimmjow. The Asian sophomore had a black BOY dropped armhole and extreme
racer back tank top, pink Dsquared? Paint Spots cotton fleece sweat shorts,
and green HUF Plantlife socks on him. Young Koreans are universally known
for their uncanny beauty, and Kim Woo-Suk was no exception – he was
stunning. It wasn't just his gorgeous, youthful, almost feminine face –
the boy had the whole damn package. Thick, pitch black hair, painstakingly
stylized into an ultra-cool, perfect quiff. His delicate, well cared-for
skin was alabaster white, without a sight of blemish. Sharp, dark eyes,
their beauty discretely emphasized by a touch of guyliner, and rosy lips
with a warm, wide, pearly smile. And his body... his body was pure
masculine perfection. For an Asian guy he was tall, had little over six
feet, and was ideally proportioned, with probably none body fat at all. His
slender yet muscular figure, with large pecs, a deeply curved eight-pack,
narrow waist, round little butt, and powerful thighs and calves, was the
stuff every man's dreams are made of.

	There is an inherent paradox about the Korean society, which –
though claiming to be modern and progressive – is generally homophobic
and conservative. Various Christian sects from the West have a hand in
this, consequently uprooting and devastating Korean culture, and poisoning
the hearts and minds of the Korean people with twisted Catholic and
Protestant ideologies. This stands in stark contrast to how young men in
South Korea look and carry themselves, which is in no way conservative or
traditional in the Western sense of the word. They put tremendous effort
into skin and hair care, and are very meticulous about fitness and
exercising their bodies. Plastic surgeries are a common thing; even
children get them, all in the name of physical perfection. They use beauty
products and cosmetics which in the States are usually reserved for
women. Moreover, Koreans are fabulously fashion-conscious, thus combining
pretty faces and hot bodies with cool clothes – it's truly an enigma,
how is it they aren't all gay.

	Woody, however, was very much gay. He was, in fact, a shameless,
cock-crazed, cum-guzzling slut – always in wanton need for dick,
insatiable for hard-muscled, perfectly chiseled college jock studs and
their succulent, dripping manhoods. The boy was one of his dorm's
"official" cocksuckers, and spent most of his time servicing straight dudes
who were in an urgent need of getting off and blasting a hefty load. A lot
of the guys living in the Hall were out-of-town students from all across
America; others came to study from different countries. That meant they
were separated from their girlfriends, and there wasn't always enough local
cunt at hand for them to fuck. This was where boys like Woo-Suk were coming
into the picture. The Korean's "job" was to be ready at any time of day or
night to give up his ass and mouth to any number of horny dudes who needed
to dump a load of jizz. A healthy, normal boy in his late teens or his
early 20s usually needs to cum at least twice a day; though in reality most
guys have to drain their balls thrice, fourfold, or even more than that. If
jacking off doesn't feel like enough, or you go out for a night of clubbing
and somehow don't score, or – let's be straight here, guys, nothing gay
about it – you simply find it fuckin' hot to pulverize another dude's
beefy ass, ramming your raging hard-on between those hard, smooth, pale
mounds, right into that blissful cavern of his moist, tantalizing pussy
– well then, Woody is your man. If he was nowhere to be found, you had a
good chance of catching him in one of the locker rooms, busy worshipping
the bodies of all the male athletes there, licking their shredded abs,
pressing his face into their jockstrapped butts, caressing their
well-defined, hairy calves, and milking their cum-filled nutsacs, while
trying to take as many of their dicks up inside his own lithe body as
possible.

	The Korean appeared to be ostentatiously ignoring his roommate,
Jayson, who in turn seemed very preoccupied with slamming his fat cock
balls-deep into what looked like maybe a 12-year-old bitch's tiny cunt. The
tween slut was sprawled on the senior's much larger body, dressed in an
erotic, cupless, red-and-black, lace bustier set, complete with matching
garter belts, pasties on her nipples, and stockings. Her exposed tits were
unnaturally big and round, even for an adult female, all the more a bitch
as young as that one – clearly the outcome of several boob jobs. The
resulting effect was fabulously obscene. Apparently, she was gagged with
some black jockstrap, stuffed into her mouth. Her makeup was smudged and a
complete mess.

	"Hey bros, sup?"

	"Heeey Kev! Not much. I'm checking out a new exchange dude's
Facebook, while Mister "Look how fuckin' straight I am" over there is busy
being a sick pedo," answered Woo-Suk with a smirk, pointing towards the bed
on the other side of the room.

	"Whoa, dude... You're fucking a middle schooler? How did you get
your hands on her?" asked Kevin, surprised at seeing how young the cunt
was.

	"Hey dawg... You should know, same place the frat... fuck... got
the boy toy for their last party," answered Jayson with a knowing wink,
"Oh, and don't mind Woody, he's just... oooh... just butthurt it ain't his
ass... that's... fuck... sitting on my dick," he hit back at his roomie in
between fucks. The senior had a powerful, gorgeously muscled body, which
made it all the more arousing to see him fuck his fat, 8.7" jock-meat into
the twat of the big-boobed, 12-year-old whore. Two deliciously looking,
large, shaved smooth orbs jostled below his cunt-fucker every time he
forced it inside the girl's petite body in an erotic show of primal,
masculine power. The young stud's legs were just two incredible, huge slabs
of hard muscle, both his bulky thighs and calves hairless and ready to be
licked and worshipped, same as his exposed, smooth, marble ass, sexily
decorated between its hard cheeks with a virgin, puckered hole.

	"Oh, believe me, Jays, I've got enough eager heads in this building
to fuck my ass to get me fuckin' pregnant," laughed Woo-suk.

	"Oh, I'm sure of that, you fuckin' slut! Fuck... speaking of
pregnancy... I would so fuckin' love, ughhh... to knock this fuckin' bitch
up! Would be so hot... fuuuck! ...to get a kid pregnant with a kid!"

	Jayson's incredible, perfectly sculpted physique was covered in a
shiny layer of sweat, as he looked determined to fill up the child he was
power-fucking with his creamy essence, and soon. His large hands were
tracing patterns all over the little body lying on his chiseled chest,
feasting on the size and age difference between the jock and the underage
cunt. It was a shameless, ostentatious show of young, masculine
prowess. The stench of sex in the room was intoxicating.

	"Yeah, you could wait for the baby to get born and then have sex
with it. What a fuckin' perv... sorry, STRAIGHT perv," said Woody while
still browsing through photos on his iPad.

	Kevin laughed heartily at Woody's words, who indeed must have been
very jealous his sexy roomie was deep-dicking a young cunt, and not
him. Jayson liked to call himself straight, though it wasn't stopping him
from whoring around with all of his football buddies, ever since as a teen
he had begun molesting his brother, Matty. But truth be told, overall he
did fuck more cunts than boys.

	"Hahahah, OK guys, enough with the marital quarrel. Who's the new
dude you're checking out? He hot?"

	"The exchange guy? Hot enough. His name is... uuum... Woy-tak?!
Fuck if I know how's it spelled... A sophomore, from Poland... So he's
Russian or something, right? Haven't fucked him yet, though. Take a look."

	"Poland? Isn't that in fuckin' Maine...? My aunt lives in Maine,"
asked Jayson, as Kevin took the iPad from Woody's hand.

	The boy's name was Wojtek, and he was indeed from Poland. Kev was
browsing through his Facebook gallery, looking at pics of a young dude with
a blonde, side part pompadour hairstyle, a lot of them taken in front of a
gym mirror, shirtless. He wasn't very muscular, yet his exposed body was
lean and nicely toned. A stylized cross was tattooed on his left pec.

	"Poland, like a country in Europe, dumbass," said the Korean.

	"Dayum! Not bad, not bad at all, dawg! Bet if you wiggle that sweet
lil' ass at him a couple of times, you'll get your hands on his fat Polish
sausage!"

	"Fuck Poland, I'm gonna cum, guys. I'm close... Like, in a
secooo... UUUGGHHHH!!! MUTHAFUUU...!!! TAKE IT, CUNT!!!"

	Jays began to shoot spurt after spurt of creamy goodness inside the
cunt's body, pumping her full of his rich, thick jizz, delivering it deep
inside her 12-year-old pussy. His smooth balls were pulled up, the
beautiful rosebud between his butt cheeks tightened. Even though he wasn't
fucking a boy, the muscle stud was still in ecstasy, moaning while probably
hoping he was making the bitch pregnant. It was pure bliss to observe it,
the glorious pedo debauchery of the act making it even more appealing.

	"Fuck, I love watching a dude cum," said Woo-Suk. The boy hopped
off his bed and squatted right next to his orgasming roomie. He reached out
and scooped some of the whitish jizz running down the shaft of Jayson's
dick, coating the massive offensive lineman's smooth set of orange-like
balls in a layer of freshly milked spooge, then brought his fingers to his
mouth and licked them clean. "Mmmm... I am such a cum junkie," he grinned,
and then dove to feast even more on the leaking man-cream, making slurpy
sounds while at it.

	Jayson pulled out of the 12-year-old twat and shoved her away,
making her hit the floor. He reached into a locker, got his wallet, and
took out a Benjamin. "Here, cunt. You earned it. Now get yourself dressed
and get the fuck outta here."

	The girl slowly picked herself up from the floor, spit out the
jockstrap, and took the money. "Thank you," she murmured.

	Woody still had his head at the level of Jays' crotch, sensuously
tonguing his muscled roomie's hefty nutsac. Once the football stud's dick
was out of the middle school hooker's pussy, the Korean engulfed it
greedily, sucking it whole in an expert, cocksucking manner. He began
bobbing up and down, cleaning the cut 9.5" penis of the cummy residue.

	"Dude," said Kevin, "now that you finished breeding the bitch, we
gotta talk about where you got her from," he showed Jayson the mysterious
black business card.

***

	Thirty minutes later Kevin and Jayson were sitting at an outdoor
table surrounded by a plethora of shady trees amidst a bed of luscious
green grass, sipping cool Pliny the Elder beers. After cleaning up Jayson's
cock, Woody went to visit Sebastiαn, a 21-year-old Latino running back
living on the same floor as the two boys did, who had recently broken his
leg during practice and was now practically confined to his dorm room. The
Korean offered he would suck his dick on a daily basis, plus let the young
football jock fuck him in his ass, so the crippled athlete wouldn't be
limited to just jacking off to porn all day. The 12-year-old cunt, on the
other hand, straightened up, washed off her make-up, got dressed, took her
$100, and left without a word.

	"So, dude. What's the deal with this card? Where did you get it?"
Kevin began.

	"Dude, you know I wouldn't lie to you, you're one of my best
buds. But I really don't know that much. Two weeks ago Taylor and Justin
took me to a party at Micky's. We spent several hours there and I was
already cross-faded after drinking the whole evening, when some guy started
hitting on me. It took me a while to realize it was Blake, Blake
Wheeler. We went to elementary school together. I haven't seen him in
years. So we danced and made-out, he was roaming my bare chest and abs with
his hands. It was all pretty hot. Then, at the dance floor, he unzipped my
pants and took my cock out. I was so drunk I didn't care, so he gave me
head in the middle of the club. After cumming on his face and licking my
cum off it, I felt like wanting to fuck him. He also wanted to get fucked
by me, so I said we could go to the toilets, but he invited me over to his
place instead. It turned out he's loaded, and lives in Holmby Hills..."

	"Get to it already!"

	"Okay, okay. So we took a cab to the Hills, and I spent the
night. I fucked him three times, even let him fuck me once. In the morning,
when he was still asleep, I got out of the bed and went on a little tour of
his house. I came by a large TV-room with a 105" Samsung 4K set. Without a
second thought I turned it on, and dude, you won't believe what I saw..."

	"Yeah? What did you see?" inquired Kevin.

	"The TV started playing a movie from a DVD. It was a porn flick. A
little white boy, maybe eight years old, had his face squeezed between the
ass globes of a gigantic black dude, who looked like he could be 6'5" and
over 250 lbs. The boy was rimming his sweaty nigga ass, making hot,
squelching sounds while at it, moaning like a fuckin' bitch in heat. It was
fucking amazing. The black dude had an 11" cock on him, which was leaking
pearly pre-cum onto his 8-pack abs and the boy's head. Behind the boy there
was another black guy, equally big, who was ramming his fat nigger dick
into the kid's asshole. It was fuckin' kiddie porn, dude."

	Kevin's eyes grew wide, while his dick began getting hard, "So what
did you do?"

	"First I just stood there, staring. Then I started getting a
hard-on. So I sat in an armchair and began jacking off. The dude fucking
the boy pulled out and moved to his face. Both the black dudes started
jerking off onto the lil' kid's face, covering it in a thick layer of
steamy nigga jizz... That's when I started cumming myself. And that's when
Blake came into the room."

	"Yeah?"

	"Suddenly there was dead silence. He caught me masturbating to
interracial kiddie porn. On the other hand, it was his house and his
fuckin' DVD player. He must have been watching the movie himself sometime
earlier and forgot to turn it off and remove the disc. Finally he asked me
if I liked what I saw. I said yes. He asked me if I wanted to see
more. Again, I said yes. So he walked to a wooden cabinet, opened a drawer,
and got a plastic DVD box. He showed me the cover: It said "After Class
Cruising" and had a picture of three elementary school-aged boys in their
school uniforms, each one with his little mouth open in the shape of an O,
as if they were ready to suck cock. Blake switched the discs and turned the
new movie on. 20 minutes into it and we were fucking again."

	"Jesus fuck, what about the business card?! Did Blake give it to
you?"

	"Finally, after dropping two more of my loads up his sexy ass, I
wanted to go. That's when he gave me the card. He blatantly admitted that
it's an exclusive escort service for kid-lovers and that if I liked the
movies, I can dial the number and order a boy or a girl, my choice. I would
be asked about his or hers specific looks and preferred age. Since then
I've had three girls, including the one you saw today, and one
seven-year-old boy! My wallet is drained, dude, hahahah," laughed Jayson.

	"Oh my fuckin' Gawd, seven years old?!" Kevin's mouth was dry with
lust.

	"Yup. Words can't begin to describe the softness of his skin, the
beauty of his eyes, the warm, moist tightness of his young pussy... Dude, I
may be a sick pedo, as Woody calls me, but my dick never felt as good as
when I was fucking those lil' kids!" the offensive lineman had a wide,
beaming smile on his handsome face.

	To be continued...


Sorry for the delay, guys. I hope you liked this chapter.

This is my first story ever. 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.

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