All standard disclaimers apply.

All characters in the following story are entirely fictional. And any resemblance to real people is entirely coincidental.

The author does not condone the actions in the story. A strict line must be maintained between fantasy and reality. It is morally neutral to fantasize or read about minors engaging in sexual activity, providing the fantasy or story is entirely fictional. In real life, adults and children should never engage in sexual activity under any circumstances.

In the real world, no one under the age of eighteen--or whatever the age of majority in your area happens to be--should be having sex. In the author's view, few people under the age of twenty-one are mature enough for sex.

If you are seriously considering having sex with a minor, please read no further. Instead, seek immediate help from a trained and licensed professional.

Remember to keep your fantasy life and your real life very separate!

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-- CHAPTER VIII --

AT LEAST NINE INCHES

M/B | ANAL, ARMPIT, CUM, FEET, KISS, ORAL, RIM, VOYEUR

With the lights off and the shades drawn, Jackson, Wesley, Chance, and Milo laid in their beds. They waited on pins-and-needles until midnight.

"It's twelve o'clock," Chance said anxiously, his hands trying to cover his tiny stiffy poking at the inside of the boxer shorts he was wearing as pajamas.

"Give it a minute," Milo said. "If I rush out of here too quickly, he might know something's up." Milo reached over and turned on a small flashlight on the nightstand beside his bed.

Jackson, likewise, grabbed a large, LED lantern on his own bedside table and flipped it on, brightening the whole cabin with soft light.

Milo rolled out of his bed, stretched, and began peeling off his shirt.

"What are you doing?" asked Wesley.

"Getting ready," Milo explained. "He'll love it if I just show up at his door butt naked."

Milo kicked off his sneakers and pulled his shorts and underwear down in one fell swoop. Milo stood in the middle of the cabin, completely nude, and extremely erect. His little two-and-a-half inch dicklette was throbbing and pointing straight out from his crotch.

Milo reached into his shower kit and pulled out his bottle of oil.

"What's that?" asked Jackson.

"Lavender essential oil," Milo explained. He placed a drop on a few of his pressure points and rubbed some of the oil onto his little, pink asshole. He put the oil back into his basket and smiled. "Wish me luck." He grabbed a pair of purple pajama bottoms out of his bag, winked to the other three boys, and walked out of the cabin.

"Goddamnit," said Wesley. "He's really gonna do it!"

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Jackson, Wesley, and Chance impatiently waited as they had been instructed.

After fifteen minutes, Wesley jumped out of his bed with impatient vigor. "I can't take it anymore," he whispered. "Let's go look already!"

With the little tents in their pajamas leading the way, the three boys tiptoed out of Nevia Cabin. After making sure the coast was clear, they snuck toward Tank's cabin, ducking down and keeping low. Each boy carefully covered his own crotch, ineffectively hiding his arousal.

"The light is on inside Tank's cabin," Wesley explained.

"So?" asked Chance.

"Since it's light inside and dark outside, he won't be able to see us out the window," Wesley continued.

Jackson gulped and lifted his head slowly. His eyes focused as he peeped through the glass. "Woah!" he said quietly.

"Are they having sex?" asked Chance, lifting his own head to look inside. "Woah!"

Wesley followed suit and peered inside the window beside Jackson and Chance. "Holy fuck."

Tank's body was even more impressive without clothes on. His dark skin was covered in hair and intricate tattoos on his arms and legs. Muscles rippled from each of his giant limbs, and his whole body glistened with sweat.

Tank put one foot onto the edge of his bed and kept the other foot on the floor. Sticking out in front of the camp counselor was his massive, uncut cock. The giant dick throbbed and bounced in the air. It was significantly bigger than the little twigs between the legs of Jackson, Wesley, or Chance.

"That has to be at least nine inches," whispered Jackson. He quickly adjusted his glasses.

In reality, the monster cock was 9 ½ inches long, and just under 7-inches around. Tank's tangerine-sized balls hung like fresh fruit and dripped with sweat like his cock-head dripped with precum.

In front of Tank was Milo. The little, redheaded boy was on all fours with his back arched, on the bed. He parted his lips ever-so-slightly and purred like a kitten. Milo crawled across the mattress, his eyes alternating between looking at Tank's face and looking at the man's massive cock. The boy grinned as he kneeled in front of Tank, then he leaned forward.

Milo thrust his face into Tank's crotch, right between the man's balls and his thick thigh. He began licking Tank's sweaty groin. Milo put one hand on Tank's knee and used the other to gently squeeze the counselor's ass as he licked.

"You like the taste, little slut?" Tank groaned as he forcefully grabbed the back of Milo's head.

"Mm-hmm" Milo moaned as he slobbered over Tank's groin. He tried to say, "I love it!" but, as Tank's hand kept Milo's head pinned, the boy's voice came out sounding mumbled.

Tank pulled Milo head back by his hair. "Your face is covered in sweat, bitch," he growled.

"You taste so good, Daddy." Milo was out-of-breath as he spoke.

With one hand still holding the boy by his hair, Tank began lightly slapping Milo's face with his cock. "You like Daddy's cock, baby boy?"

Milo moaned, "I love--"

"--Shut up and suck it, whore!" Tank aimed his cock at Milo's pink lips and began thrusting. "Take it all, faggot!"

Milo coughed at first, but quickly readjusted his position and relaxed. Still kneeling, he kept just the thick head of the cock in his mouth: his lips were now stretched to an obscene width.

Milo reached up with one hand, to grasp the base of Tank's cock, right above the balls. Milo placed his other hand on top of Tank's, which was still latched to the back of his head. He began ducking lower, tilting his head back, and shifting Tank's cock downward. Soon, the monster cock was pointed directly at the mattress, and Milo's face was right between Tank's legs.

Milo began slowly rising, aiming the cock down his throat as he did so. Years of practice had destroyed his gag reflex.

Milo sputtered a little bit as the giant dick started entering his throat, then more as Tank's balls hit his chin. Soon, Milo had the entire length of the cock in his little throat. This caused his neck to bulge slightly.

Milo moaned and began sitting back up, keeping the cock inside him as he moved. He kneeled again in front of Tank, only now much more than just the head of the cock was inside of Milo. The little boy inhaled the aroma from his man's bush of thick pubes and moaned.

"All adjusted, dirty little boy?" Tank asked.

"Mmm," Milo moaned in response.

"Good." Without warning, Tank pulled half his cock out of Milo's throat and thrust forward with force. He did it again and harder. The counselor began face-fucking Milo with gusto and vigor. And, with each thrust of his hips, he pulled Milo's head into his crotch.

"Yeah, take it you little fuck! Take my cock down your baby throat!" He shouted.

Milo wrapped both of his arms around Tank's waist and began massaging and kneading the man's ass as his throat was roughly fucked.

As this continued, the boy would occasionally sputter, causing a mixture of saliva and precum to dribble out of his mouth, around the shaft of Tank's monster, and onto the boy's chin.

Milo's little baby dicklette was throbbing as the little boy humped the air that separated him from his man. He started moaning louder, breathing harder, and humping faster. His little cocklette wagged up-and-down so quickly, it almost looked like it was nodding.

Tank pulled his cock from Milo's mouth. "Did Daddy's dick make you dry cum, fag-boy?"

"Fuck yeah," Milo answered breathily, leaning forward to stick his little, pink tongue under Tank's foreskin.

"I love that you don't even need to touch yourself to shoot." Tank complimented, as he let Milo's tongue swirl around his dickhead. Then, rather abruptly, Tank pulled the boy's face into his hairy balls. "Now suck my nuts. Give my balls a nice tongue bath, whore!" he ordered.

Milo moaned approvingly and began licking the massive testicles, kissing them, and sucking on the scrotum skin.

"Really wash them for me, you dirty little slut," Tank moaned. "That's your job, faggot; that's what you're good for: to serve men."

"Mm-hmm," Milo groaned in agreement.

The man tugged Milo out from his crotch and pushed the boy down onto his back on the bed. Tank jumped onto the mattress and sunk to his knees. He grabbed Milo's little legs, pushed them back, and spread them, revealing Milo's tiny, pink hole.

Tank growled as he rubbed his cockhead against Milo's rosebud. "Ready for me to breed you, little cum-dumpster?" Tank moaned.

"Fuck me, Daddy!" Milo replied, gripping the bedsheets and pushing out.

Milo winced and groaned as the head of Tank's massive phallus made its way inside of his little body. His hole was spread wide, as Tank pushed in further without remorse.

"You like that?" Tank asked. "Goddamnit, you're so tight!"

"Yeah," Milo said quickly, in between labored breaths. "Push it all in," he said.

"You sure you can take it so fast, little slut?" Tank asked.

Milo nodded. "Yeah." He moaned equal parts pleasure and pain.

Tank reached upward and placed his giant hands on Milo's shoulders. He thrust his cock forward at the same moment that he pushed Milo's body into his.

"YEOW!" Milo released a shout as Tank bottomed out inside his little body.

"Too much, too fast, little boy?" Tank asked.

Milo groaned for a minute, "No way!" he said. "There's no such thing as too much!" Milo chuckled, opened his eyes, and wiped a tear. He smiled up at Tank. "I can take bigger! In fact," he huffed as he breathed, "I think your cock might be too small for me." He stuck out his tongue at Tank playfully.

Tank smiled down at the eager little slut. "If my cock is too small," he reached down and flicked Milo's throbbing little stiffy, "then what's this?"

"A minuscule stack-of-buttons," Milo replied he winked at Tank. He reached up and placed his arms around the man's neck.

Tank leaned down, letting the boy pull his face closer. He opened his mouth as he began kissing the boy.

Tank began humping Milo's little baby ass as he passionately kissed the child. They both moaned and sighed as their tongues massaged each other in their linked mouths.

Amid their make-out session, Milo started moaning loudly. His little baby cocklette throbbing and thrusting by itself as it laid on his tummy. It was almost slapping Milo's stomach as it throbbed.

"Squeeze my dick, little boy," Tank ordered, as he pulled out of the kiss.

As Milo flexed his ass and tried to tighten his hole. "Oooh! AH!" He groaned. "I--I'm cumming again!" the little boy announced.

Milo tossed his head back in ecstasy. His hands fell to his sides, and his back arched upwards. Milo's eyes rolled back in his head, and a high-pitched moan escaped his lips. "Uh-uh-uh-uh," he grunted each time Tank pounded into his tiny ass.

"Fuck," chuckled Tank. He reached down and began rubbing Milo's trunk. With his fingers spread wide, Tank's hand was almost as big as the boy's little chest. His thumb and pinkie finger rested on Milo's left and right nipples, respectively. "You're such a little slut."

Milo nodded and smiled. He reached forward, grabbed Tank's arm, and lifted it upward. "Lean forward, Daddy," he said.

As Tank obliged, Milo opened his mouth, stuck out his tongue, and thrust it into Tank's hairy and sweaty armpit. With vigorous lust, Milo moaned, licked and sniffed, the musky alcove.

All the while, Tank continued humping Milo's young ass. "You're such a dirty boy!" he shouted. Tank pulled his right arm away from Milo's face and replaced it with his left.

Milo shoved his face forward again and began eagerly sucking the sweat and filth from the man's pit.

"You're the only little fucker I've ever met who loves sweat so much," Tank said.

Milo smacked his lips as he pulled his face out of Tank's armpit. A few stray hairs stuck to his face, which was now glistening with sweat. "It tastes good," Milo explained as if it was obvious. "Oooh!" he groaned as Tank's giant cock his a sweet spot up his ass again.

Tank reached behind Milo and placed his hand on the small of the boy's back. The two leaned back as one unit until Tank was sitting up on the bed, and Milo was eagerly bouncing in his lap. The boy's tongue still swirled around in Tank's armpit as the two fucked.

Tank grabbed a handful of Milo's orange hair again and pulled the head back. He leaned down and kissed Milo passionately on the mouth. His breathing was quickening. He was meeting Milo's every bounce with an increasingly powerful upward push. "I'm--I'm gonna cum in a minute, faggot. Where do you want it?"

Without missing a beat, Milo practically jumped off Tank's lap. The over-nine-inch cock sliding out of the boy's ass with a sputter and a pop. He sunk down until he was lying on his belly in front of the giant camp counselor. "Cum in my mouth, Daddy," he said as he kissed the man's balls. "I wanna taste your jizz."

"You wanna feel my cum on your little tongue, whore?" Tank asked. He reached down and started to jack off his monster cock.

Milo reached forward and pushed Tank's hands away. "That's my job." He chuckled and began pumping Tank's dick. He let his lips glide upward until he was kissing the cockhead, which was now dripping precum like a fountain.

Tank leaned back with his head at the foot of the bed. His breathing rate was increasing. He was trying so desperately to hump Milo's mouth as he approached closer-and-closer to orgasm.

Milo readjusted himself, so he was sitting cross-legged between Tank's spread legs. He pulled on the bottom of the man's monster and sucked the head.

"I'm getting really close, little bitch," Tank moaned.

"I can take it, Daddy!"

Tank groaned, tugged a fistful of Milo's hair, and began shooting.

Milo latched his lips around Tank's quirting cockhead and did his best to swallow as shot-after-shot of thick semen unloaded into his mouth.

Somewhere after the tenth glob of spunk filled Milo's mouth, the little boy pulled his head backward and began groaning. His little baby dicklette was throbbing again. Six ropes of hot, sticky cum, thick like molasses, landed on Milo's face and chest. It created a beautiful flowing pattern of white slime, flowing from Milo's forehead, down his nose, over his mouth and chin, across his nipples, and ending in a pool of his belly-button.

Both man and boy fell backward.

Tank groaned with exhaustion.

Milo sighed happily. "You're fucking awesome, Daddy," he said, breathily. He sat back up and scooted back toward the head of the bed.

"That was great!" Tank replied.

Barely a minute had gone by before Milo started talking again. "Have you ever thought about a three-way?" he asked. He lifted up Tank's right leg and brought the man's foot to his face.

"Do you mean with another man or another boy?" Tank asked. He furrowed his brow as he watched Milo. "What are you doing?"

"Sucking your toes," Milo answered honestly. "And, I don't know really. Either-or, I guess." Milo shrugged and stuck his tongue in between Tank's first and second toes. "It would be cool to be double-fucked. Like to suck one guy while another guy fucked me. You know: make two men feel good at once," he said. "But . . . " he planted a kiss on the middle of Tank's foot " . . . I think I could make you feel a billion times better if I had an extra set of hands--and another tongue--helping me out."

"You're one dirty little fucker," Tank said. He pulled right his foot away from Milo's mouth and replaced it with his left.

"Yep," Milo agreed. "Am I dirty because I want a three-way, or because I'm kissing your feet?" He stuck Tank's big toe into his mouth and moaned.

"Both!" Tank laughed. "Suck my foot, little bitch. Give them a bath."

Milo ran his tongue up-and-down Tank's giant foot--which was roughly the length of Milo's whole head.

"I don't think any of the other counselors would approve of what I'm doing with you, slut," Tank said, casually, as he watched Milo perform.

"What about another camper?" Milo asked. He briefly glanced at the window. He began sucking Tank's next toe down the line.

"Vitale always gave me gay-vibes," Tank said. "And he is kinda cute. Do you know another camper who's a faggot like you?"

Milo choked up. "No." He gulped. "But yeah, Caden Vitale is kinda cute," he shrugged. "Wesley, Chance, and Jackson are all cute too."

"Your bunkmates don't exactly strike me as fags," Tank said. "But then again, neither did you at first." He laughed. "Are you done with my feet yet?"

Milo planted kisses on each toe and slithered his tongue between them. "I'll be done in a minute," Milo teased. True to his word, a minute later, Milo put Tank's foot down. He got back on his hands-and-knees and began crawling toward his man.

"What are you doing now, faggot?" Tank asked jovially.

"I gotta finish giving you your bath," Milo explained. "Spread your legs."

Tank chuckled and complied.

Milo ducked down low and lifted Tank's massive balls up with his little hands. He lapped his tongue at the man's hairy taint for a brief moment before pulling back. "Lift your legs a little bit, Daddy."

Tank rolled his eyes, spread his legs wider and lifted his ass from the mattress.

Without a moment's hesitation, Milo launched himself forward and began eagerly licking Tank's sweaty asshole.

"Damn!" Tank growled. "You're a really filthy little bitch! Keep rimming my hole, whore!"

Tank lifted himself off the mattress, got on his knees, and moved around, so he was holding onto the cheap, iron headboard.

Milo followed Tank's movements, crawling behind him. He reached up, spread Tank's asscheeks, and sniffed. "Mmmm." He planted a kiss on the man's hairy asshole. The little boy moaned as he slid his tongue out of his mouth. He began passionately making out with the sweaty hole.

"Shove your tongue up there, bitch!"

Milo didn't hesitate. He pointed his tongue and Tank's opening and pushed it inside. He swirled it around while kneading the man's asscheeks with his little hands.

"You like Daddy's ass, don't you?" Tank grunted. "You're a fucking filthy, ass-licking, slut!"

"Damn right!" Milo replied. The boy continued rimming Tank's ass for another few minutes without ceasing. Finally, he pulled his head back out and let his tongue glide downward. He slid his face between the man's legs before coming up on the other side and kissing Tank's heavy balls. "Got any more cum for me, Daddy?" he asked.

"I just came fifteen minutes ago, cum dumpster." Tank tousled Milo's hair. His rubbed his hardening cock over Milo's face. It was not fully hard yet, and not yet dripping. "You're a little addict, aren't you?"

Milo nodded eagerly.

"Hold off for now," Tank said. "You can suck me again in the morning. Let my balls refill."

Milo grumbled with disappointment.

Tank laughed. He thrust his hands under Milo's armpits and lifted the boy upwards. He kissed the redhead's forehead, careful not to go near Milo's mouth. Tank fell backward into a laying position, the bed frame creaking under his weight.

Tank pulled Milo closer, hugging him tightly.

Milo put his head on the man's chest and sighed happily and contently. "I'm holding you to that by the way."

"Holding me to what?"

"I expect a load of cum in the morning." Milo stuck his tongue out at Tank playfully, reached down, and tugged lightly at Tank's cock.

In response, Tank slapped Milo's little ass, eliciting a giggle from the preteen boy.

As the two drifted off to sleep, Milo waved, winked and blew a kiss at the window, wondering if his friends were watching from outside.