Date: Tue, 21 Mar 2023 18:21:27 +0000
From: TomOfInland@proton.me
Subject: Caleb, the Middle School Slut Boy: Chapter 7

NOTE: This chapter includes emojis.


Caleb, the Middle School Slut Boy: Chapter 7: "Quinn"

By Tom of Inland

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"Wait, WHAT?" I could not believe my ears.


"Yeah, bro," Owen explained. "Quinn is a total 100% bottom. I was as
surprised as you are."


"Well, his monster cock is going to waste," I laughed. At that moment,
I imagined Quinn fucking my tight little butt. Nine inches of uncut teen
meat impaling my tiny ass, stretching my hairless pink hole beyond
recognition. I don't know how it would ever fit, and I guess now I would
never find out.


Even though the pain it would have caused scared me, the idea really
turned me on. So, of course, my little cock was hard again instantly.


"Ha, ha, I agree. Still..." Owen began, and paused. "He does like
having that gigantic thing sucked."


"I KNOW," I said, recalling Quinn's and Cole's cocks in my 11 year
old mouth only 30 minutes ago. "Did you spend the night with him as part
of your initiation ritual?"


"Of course, bro." Owen answered. "That's the rule."


"How was it?" I was wondering what was in store for me tomorrow night.


"It was a few weeks ago. I stayed over in his room. Lots of cocksucking,
but I couldn't deep throat him. That dick is deadly. He sucked me off
twice, and, of course, I fucked him good."


My hard little dick throbbed against my boxer briefs in my shorts at the
idea of fucking the teen god. I remembered how perfect that slim muscled
ass looked in those white UA compression shorts when I arrived at their
house. I instinctively reached down and tugged on my 4 inch prick through
my gym shorts.


"Dude," Owen looked at my crotch. "You are always hard!" And Owen
stuck out his tongue and waved it around.


"I know! I can't help it! I wish I could stay and play with them some
more right now, but I guess I should get going."


"I'll talk to you soon, bro!" Owen started walking backwards down the
street as I picked up my bike. "Have fun tomorrow night!" he added with
a wink.


I biked home. It was still so hot, and I could feel patches of half-dried
cum on my chest, abs, dick and balls from when all the boys dumped their
loads out onto me. In the hot summer night air, I could smell a bit of
cum, too. I wondered if I smelled like dick after all of that
cocksucking. I thought to myself, I just had group sex! The idea that I
was used like that by all of these hot older boys really turned me on,
keeping my dick hard the entire bike ride to the other side of the lake.
When I arrived I was sweaty.


I went inside and my parents were up, finishing a movie on tv.


"Hey, Cale," (Dad's shortened name for me), "Fun time?"


"Yeah, it was cool." I decided to downplay it. "Thanks for letting me
sleepover tomorrow night."


"No problem, kiddo," Dad answered.


"I'll wake you up at 7. We have to be on the road by 7:45." I had
almost forgotten about the swim meet completely.


"Sounds good. `Night," I said and went down the hall, into his
bedroom, and shut the door.


I stripped down to my boxer briefs and climbed into bed. I'll shower in
the morning, I thought to myself. I reached down into my underwear and
felt my still hard dick. I'm still so horny, but also so tired from all
of the cocksucking, breeding Owen's hot hole, and cumming twice. I was
thinking about Saturday night with Quinn when I drifted off to sleep,
covered in dry cum, and sweat, with my right hand down the front of my
boxers.



I was in the car the next morning on the way to the swim meet when I got
my first text from the Fuck Club group chat.


"You're almost there," one of them said. "Soon you'll be our newest
member."


"Speaking of members, here's mine," and Joey sent the group his dick
pic, facing down, hand gripping the base.


"Haha," Aidan was next, and shared a pic of his hard hairy teen cock in
the bathroom mirror, and the rest sent theirs, too.


I assigned names to each new contact as they shared their dick pics, but
I decided to leave the pics in the chat and not as the identifying photo
for each contact. The thought crossed my mind, though, but I still needed
to be discreet. Looking at all of these big hard dicks got my cock got
hard again.


Then Quinn sent his dick pic -- a monstercock masterpiece. I marveled at
the sheer enormity of it, I fixated on his foreskin, and I could not wait
to play alone with him later tonight. I was imagining all of the trouble
we would get into together when I noticed that Quinn sent me an
individual text.


"Morning, Little Man. Is 6 good tonight?"


"Should be" I replied. "I'll lyk." And he gave me a thumbs up.



The swim meet went well. I placed third in freestyle and our team came
second in the medley relay. Mom and Dad were proud and took pics of me on
the podium. I was in my navy blue Speedos with a medal around my neck and
wet messy hair. You could see my little bulge. On the drive home I texted
the pic to Quinn.


His reply: “🔥”


That made me feel sexy. I really want him to like me.


After that, he sent me a pic of his beautiful round swimmer ass in red
Speedos. It was just a close up of a butt, but I was sure it was him. He
filled them out so nicely, and it didn't even cover all of his ass. You
could see a few inches at the top of his crack.


My reply: “😍”


"You want it, little dude?"


"HELL YEAH" was all that I said.


His reply: “😉” Then, “2nite will b AMAZING”


"Can't wait," I told him. Then I thought for about a minute about
sending him the 😘 because I didn't want him to take it the wrong way,
but I decided to send it anyway.


What I got back from him was ”😘😍❤️” and it made my day.


We got home around 2 PM, and although I was tired, I was also so excited
for tonight. I checked with Mom and told her I would bike over to Cole
and Quinn's house around 6. She said, "Fine. Just keep your phone with
you."


Our neighborhood around the lake was really safe. It was kind of remote
from the town and almost everyone knew each other. Being a good sized
lake and not many houses on it, there was a lot of distance between
homes, providing everyone with a good bit of privacy.


I did some gaming, took a nap, then woke up around 5:30. I was so ready
for the last step in my Fuck Club initiation ritual. A night with Quinn.
I wondered if Cole would be around or any of the other guys, and what
Quinn might have planned for me.


I packed my backpack with my phone charger, a clean pair of boxer briefs,
and a clean t-shirt before I left my room. I stopped by the kitchen and
added a bag of chips, a protein bar, and my water bottle.


"Heading out!" I hollered on my way out.

"Have fun! Love you!" Mom said from the other side of the house. And I
was out the door.


"Omw," I texted Quinn. I immediately saw that he'd read my text, andI
then I was on my bike.

Less than 10 minutes later I was biking up to their house.


When I arrived I saw Quinn coming out of the house. He was wearing light
blue shorts with a very high inseam, crocs, sunglasses, and nothing else.
His beautiful pecs, broad shoulders, biceps, abs, and long, muscular legs
glistened in the late afternoon sun. He had a pouch backpack over one
shoulder. I was in awe of him. He noticed me getting off my bike and came
toward me.


"Yo, what's up?!" He smiled, and I smiled back.


I looked at his backpack. "Going somewhere?"


"Oh. Yeah. We are. Come on," and he started walking down the hill to
the lake, where I noticed a canoe, half beached and half in the water. In
the canoe was a sleeping bag, a small cooler, and another backpack.
"We're spending the night on the island."


"Yeah??" That sounded fun.


"I've got a camp set up out there for us. A tent. Everything."


"Dope," I said.


"Nobody to bother us. Just you," he smiled, "and me."


And guess what happened next. Right. I got an instant boner.


Quinn got into the canoe and looked at me, "All aboard!" he hollered. I
hopped in with my backpack and the canoe wobbled predictably. For a
second, I faced him and looked at his legs spread widely in the canoe
seat and bent at the knees. Half of his perfect cock had slipped out of
his shorts, and he was half hard, which meant that I could see a soft,
thick 6 inches. I could not wait to get that uncut monster into my mouth.


It was a short paddle to the island, with Quinn at the stern and me in
the middle. With both of us paddling, we were there in about 5 minutes.


I'd been to the island before many times, but never overnight. I was
ready for anything and everything.


When we got to the shore, Quinn jumped out into the water and dragged the
canoe ashore. He grabbed the stuff he brought, and I got out with my
pack.


"Ready?" He looked at me and smiled. His smile amazed me. He was so
friendly and relaxed around me, and not an asshole at all. "This way,"
and I followed him up the beach and onto a trail at the edge of the
woods.


It was a 1 minute walk to the camp he had set up. The island wasn't that
big, and there was only one area on it clear enough for a tent and a
campfire. It was a fairly big tent, one meant for more like 3 or 4 people
than just 2, but bigger is usually better when it comes to tents and
dicks, haha. I also noticed a fire ring with a stack of logs, twigs and
paper ready to be lit, and extra wood nearby.


"We're here," Quinn said with that sexy, masculine, deep voice of his,
and he set the cooler down outside the tent. Then he unzipped the tent
door. He dropped his backpacks and the sleeping bag inside, stepped in,
and then he quickly unfurled the sleeping bag, unzipping it all the way
so it became our double bed for the night.


"I only brought one bag, so I hope you're a cuddler. C'mon in!" And I
did as he said. Then he zipped up the door right away. "I hate
mosquitoes." Then, he stretched out on his back on the sleeping bag with
his hands behind his head. He let out a big sigh.


"Come here, baby," Quinn directed. Nobody ever called me that before.
It felt very...I don't know...romantic? It also made me feel much younger,
even younger than I am, but I didn't hate it.


I got down onto the sleeping bag with him, and curled right up next to
him. My feet were down around his shins, and my head was at his chest.
Remember, he was almost a foot and a half taller than me, and almost 80
pounds heavier. He seemed like a giant. I had never been this physically
close to a grown man before. I mean, Quinn was 17, but he was fully
grown. I felt so small next to him, which I was. But safe.


I moved a few inches closer and put my head on his chest, and a few
seconds later, his hand was gently brushing my hair.


"You are a special guy, Caleb," I heard him say softly.


"Thank you," I honestly didn't know what else to say, but my heart was
pounding.


"I have all kinds of things planned for us, but anything you don't want
to do, just say so. Deal?"


"Deal."


"Cool."


We were silent there for a while. His hand that was brushing my hair
slowly moved down to my shoulder and my back, and he was rubbing my back
through my t-shirt.


"You should take this thing off," he said, and gently patted my back.


"Ok!" I sat up and stripped it off, leaving just my shorts.


"That's better," Quinn said, and he began rubbing my back. I was
getting hard again. His hand seemed huge. He made small circles with his
fingers and the palm of his left hand on my back, and then slowly crept
his hand down toward the waistline of my shorts, which made me more
excited. Then I felt one and then two fingers under the elastic, and he
was gently caressing the top of my ass.


Meanwhile, my head on his chest was facing downwards towards his lower
body, and I could see the giant bulge in those sexy baby blue shorts get
bigger and bigger. I gently rubbed his abs with my left hand, and
listened to his heartbeat with my ear to his chest. Just like in the
canoe earlier, I saw about 4 inches of his hardening cock peeking out
down the hole in the leg of his shorts. I could not look away.


"You're dick is dope," I said.


"Aww, thanks, buddy," Quinn said. "So is yours."


"Thanks, bro." I said. "But it's not like yours." Then a few seconds
later, I added. "I want to touch it."


I saw his cock jump and harden some more, and now probably 7 inches of
thick meat were snaking down out of his shorts against his inner thigh.
The tip under his foreskin was wet, and some precum was sticking to his
mostly smooth thigh.


"Go `head," he said.


That was all the invitation I needed.


Keeping my head against his chest, I reached down with my left hand and
touched the tip of his massive dick with one finger, where it was wet,
and I felt it jump again. Quinn took a short quick breath in. Then I
started swirling my index finger in circles just under his foreskin where
it was slightly pulled back against his lengthening shaft. He was just
dripping, I noticed, and the more I touched him the harder he got. Soon,
his cock was straining against his shorts and just begging for freedom.


I grabbed all the cock I could with my fist and gave it a long, gentle
squeeze.


"Fuuuuuucccckkkk," Quinn moaned.


Then I let go and slowly got up to kneel between his legs. "Let's get
you more comfortable," I told him, and I took off his shorts. No
underwear. In two seconds he was naked in front of me.


"Now YOU." Quinn sat up, his gigantic dick getting longer and harder. I
stood up (the tent was tall enough), and he shucked down my shorts and
briefs. He lay back down and opened his arms, and this time I just
climbed on top of him and I pressed my hips down so our cocks touched. I
put my arms down on either side of him.


"Goddam, Caleb," his eyes running over my body, "You're so hot,
bro." And I grinded my cock into his. He lifted his arms up from his
sides and started touching my chest and abs gently. "You are fit as
fuck," he said. "So tight."


I laughed a little, "Thanks, bro." He did that for a few seconds,
exploring my upper body with the tips of his long fingers. "If you keep
swimming like I did, you're gonna be just like me when you're my age.
You are such a little stud."


I melted with every sweet word he said to me.


"Come here," he said, inviting me to hug him. I lowered my torso down
onto his, putting my hands on either side of him again, and looked into
his eyes.


I got closer and closer, and I realized we were about to kiss. I paused a
few inches from his face, and he raised his head to meet mine and kissed
me square on the lips. He put a hand behind my head and our lips locked,
and then he began to lick my lips softly and darted his tongue in and out
of my mouth. Meanwhile, my rock hard little dick pressed against his,
which seemed almost fully hard by now and felt so huge beneath me, and I
thrusted my hips back and forth, our cocks still touching. practically
sliding up and down on the foreskin of his cock beneath me. Then he put
his tongue deeply into my mouth, and I sucked gently on it. After a
little of that, I did the same to him, and it drove him crazy to suck on
my tongue.


At that point, Quinn sat up, lifted me up, put me down on my back, and
got on top of me. I sensed his passion for me.


He backed away from me and knelt between my legs. He reached down with
his right hand and gently took hold of my solid 4 inches and said,
"I've been dying to do this since I saw you at the lake yesterday,"
and he lowered his mouth onto my cock, taking it all in at once.


I took in a breath, but then let out a "fuuuuuuucccckkkk" as I sensed
being completely inside his mouth. I looked down at him, and our eyes
met. He started sucking me slowly, his eyes closing softly and he started
to really get into it. He paused at the head of my dick, looked at me,
and then sucked it really hard before taking it out of his mouth and
kissing it.


"I love your dick, bro," Quinn said and smiled at me.


"Please don't stop!" I said, and Quinn continued to suck my cock. Then
he paused at the bottom and opened wider, carefully sucking in each of my
balls. My entire ballsack was in his mouth right along with my cock. He
had all of me inside him there. I felt amazing, but so crazy intense
because my balls are super sensitive. I was squirming and he was swirling
his tongue around my cock in his mouth.


"I could suck you all night long, buddy," Quinn told me.


"Can we 69?" I asked. I needed his cock in me.


Without saying a word, he lay down on his back, reached over, picked me
up at my hips, and lowered my dick over his mouth, my head and shoulders
squarely over his giant cock. I leaned forward and picked up his monster
carefully with my hand, and guided him into my mouth. I kept going until
I couldn't go any further, maybe 4 inches, and then held my head there,
just breathing.


I felt his cock twitch and grow more in my mouth, and then he started
sucking me again, even more slowly than last time. Very slow, gentle
sucks, from the tip all the way down to the bottom.

Because I am so sensitive there, it felt so good, and made me relax.


I sucked him some more, and then I felt his hands on my ass, one hand on
each cheek, and he started squeezing my buttcheeks softly and then
rubbing them lightly with the palms of his big hands. Then he took my
little dick into his mouth all the way and just kept it there, breathing
through his nose, and not moving. He made me feel so amazing.


We 69'ed like that for a while, quietly, not talking much at all. It was
slow and sensual, and he never let up on my dick or rubbing my butt. I
was rock hard and all the way in his mouth. I decided I wanted to face
fuck him a little, so I started thrusting my dick in and out of his
mouth. He started moaning.


I came up off his cock and jerked it back and forth a little, watching
the big head disappear and reappear from under his long foreskin.


"Suck that dick, bro," I told him. He moaned a little more.


I held his monster with both hands, jerking it up and down. I started
thinking again about Quinn's giant cock in my tight little hole, and it
made me so excited, even though it probably wouldn't ever happen. But at
least, I thought, I could feel his cock on my ass if not in it...


So I pulled my dick out of his mouth, got off of him, turned around, and
got on top of him again, with my legs straddling his body. I lowered my
chest and head towards him and kissed him on the lips. I could taste my
cock on his mouth. He kissed me back so sweetly and affectionately, which
made me so fucking horny. I reached behind my ass for his 9 inches,
grabbed it, and lined it up with my butt crack. I felt for his head,
probably 3 inches above my ass. Then I started rocking back and forth,
enjoying his massive size rubbing up and down on my hole.


Quinn lay back down on the sleeping bag and closed his eyes, "Jeeeesus
Chriiiiist..." Even though Owen said he was all bottom, he seemed to be
enjoying this.


"Fuck, bro,," I said softly, and kept rubbing my hairless hole on his
shaft, and I lay down on his chest. He put his hands back on my butt and
squeezed my cheeks, then started thrusting his giant pole up and down.


"Keep that up and you'll turn me into a top," he warned jokingly.


I sat up again and looked at him. "So," I asked him, "what Owen told
me was true? You're a bottom?"


"Guilty as charged," and he giggled a little, but kept rubbing his
tremendous dick up and down my ass crack, which was getting wet with his
precum.


"That's a shame. I would give you my ass anytime."


"That would be impossible," Quinn replied. I'm not sure what he meant
by that. Did he mean because his cock was so big it would never fit, or
because he had no interest in topping? I looked at him confusedly. Then,
he reached for his cock and grabbed it, then he slapped it a few times
hard against my hole. I could hear it go slap slap slap...my hole wet with
his precum.


"Anyhow," he continued, "let's switch positions." And he slowly
lifted me off of him and set me down on the sleeping bag. I lay down and
stretched out, my 4 hard inches laying on my belly and pointing towards
my belly button, and Quinn got on top of me in the same position I was
just in, sitting on my belly, careful not to put his full weight on me.
He reached around behind and found my cock, and pushed his perfect
swimmer butt crack onto it.


"Mmmm," Quinn moaned. "Your cock is so perfect, Caleb."


"Really??" I was surprised to hear him say that, honestly. "It's so
small, especially next to yours."


"I love it, and I want it in me. I want you to use my hole." That was
so hot to hear coming from his man-like, bass voice.


I tried to reach around him to grab my dick to slap his ass with it, but
I couldn't reach. He was too big. So instead I reached under and grabbed
my dick, pointed it straight at his hole, and touched it with my small
cockhead. He got up on his feet, his long cock bouncing on my abs and
chest, so close I could almost lean forward and suck him.


"Ohhh, YEAHHHH," Quinn said. "I want you so bad," and he rubbed his
hole on my dick, "but we are going to wait until later."


"Okay, whatever you say." I wanted him now, but I wasn't going to
argue with him.


He got off of me and lay down next to me. Then he took hold of his
monster teen dick with two hands and slowly started working it up and
down.


"Let's jerk off together now, bro, and fuck later."


I reached for my dick and looked over at his. "We are both righties,"
he said, referring to the hands we used to jerk off. He turned slightly
to look at me, then he kissed me.


It was so hot that he was so much bigger than me. He was around 6'1"
and I'm only 4'7". My dick looked tiny, next to his. Like a baby's.
Not only in length, too. I mean, his dick was over twice as long as mine,
but by volume?? If you consider its sheer mass, he was 4 times more
massive than me.


We kept making out.


"You have the biggest cock I've ever seen," I told him. Then I added,
"Well...in person!"


"Haha, yeah I'm pretty big!" Another kiss from him.


"How long was your dick when you were my age?" I squeezed at the base
of my cock and sent blood rushing through it.


"Not sure, but big! Probably 6 and a half inches hard."


"Damn, I would have liked to see that." I looked down at him and he was
back to using 2 hands on it.


"I wonder how big I'll be when I get to be your age," I said. I kissed
him again.


"I don't know, maybe 7 or 8? Be patient. You'll grow up to be a big
boy."


"You think so? I'm glad you don't mind that I'm small compared to
you."


He kissed me passionately, let go of his cock, and pushed mine off of my
dick with his hand, then he started jerking me as he kissed me.


"I love everything about you, Caleb," he said in between kisses. He
seemed so real when he said it. I believed him. "And I want to make you
cum," he added, jerking me slowly.


"Mmmm," I kissed him back. "That feels good," I whispered. And he
jerked me more, and more quickly.


Quinn kept jerking me with three fingers as he kissed me over and over
again, then he moved lower and started kissing my chest and nipples.
After that, he started to lick them.


"Oh, man, that's amazing!" He never let up off my dick either. I never
had anyone do that before.


My breath got faster. I felt the swelling in my balls that only meant one
thing.


"You're soooo sensitive, dude," Quinn whispered, and kept jerking me
and lightly licking my nipples. He must have known I was close to
cumming, because after he said that, he moved his mouth down to my cock.


I put my hand on his head and told him, "I'm cummmming," and then my
whole body stiffened while he vacuum-sucked the cum out of my little
cock, Quinn moaning as he took every drop of my sweet clear cum into his
mouth. Even after I came, he continued to suck me very slowly, both of my
hands grabbing his head.


I am ultra sensitive after cumming. I couldn't stand it. I had to push
him off.


He backed away, smiled, swallowed, and licked his lips.


"Next time you cum it'll be in my ass," and he lay down and cuddled up
next to me, with his head on my chest, gently caressing my balls with two
fingers. "Promise?"


"Promise," I told him.


It was still light out, but the sun was setting. It was definitely
getting darker in the tent under the trees. I began to savor this moment
with Quinn. So intimate, private, relaxed, and care-free, and I wondered
what fun the night would bring.


Then I drifted off for one of those post-orgasm cat naps.


TO BE CONTINUED in Chapter 8: "Quinn"