Date: Wed, 9 Dec 2009 20:28:18 -0600 From: John Smith Subject: The Hung Kid Chapter 1-2 bG bM _^_ ped _humil This story is a work of fiction and contains graphic scenes of sex between an underage boy and adult females and males... If this type of content offends you or you are under the age of 18 do not read it. Author's Note: If it is illegal to read such material where you live or if you find the topic deceitful or distasteful the please leave now. If you enjoy the story or if it evokes memories of your own, please let me know. To contact me e-mail me at: Stuckey55@hotmail.com Chapter 1: The set up I had just graduated from Iowa State University with a major in International Relations and I couldn't find a job. I was pretty bitter and I began to feel that college was pretty much worthless. Hear me out, I had worked my butt off the last 4 years got good grades and now all of sudden I get into the real world only to find out that the only major worth pursing in this world was business. Well so much for 50 grand out the window. Whoever said that college was worth it was talking out of their ass. And I had a girlfriend which made matters worse. Yeah I loved her and she was a hottie, but she was always begging me to take her out to nice restaurants, to the movies or out to a night club for a few drinks. She would go and on about how she wanted to take a vacation. How she wanted ME to fly us both out to some Caribbean island. She was a spoiled bitch but I loved her. But all those things that she wanted plus anything that I personally wanted - A new car, a better apartment, new clothes, etc all required one thing. MONEY. My parents didn't want to support me anymore, they said "You are an adult now go out and make it for yourself". And I'm not going to argue with that because there comes a time in every mans life where you really need to break off from the family and go solo. So that's where babysitting came in. I know I know - It's a lame job that only teenage girls do after high school, but it paid the bills. I figured if I worked 30 hours a week I could at least make 300 a week which was more than enough to support me. Then, maybe after a little saving I could invest it. It takes money to take money right? However, first things first I needed to find some little dipshit to babysit for. Now to clarify I don't "hate" kids, I just don't enjoy their company. They smell, are annoying, wont shut up, and worst of all think they know everything. That being said I am pretty good with dealing with them. I grew up on a block where there was a million kids and often (even throughout high school) I had to baby sit or just watch over some little idiot for 30 mins until his parents got back. So I had some experience. When I started looking for a kid to babysit for I started off on craigslist. However, most were looking for full time nurses, live in nannies, or plainly said "seeking high school girl". I was none of those things. I did find a few that fitted my criteria and I e-mailed those. But in the end I got no responses. So instead I drove over to a pretty ritzy neighborhood called "Ashbury" about 20 mins from my house. It was a good place to live thats for sure, big houses, first class schools, clean streets, kids everywhere. Pretty much the picture perfect suburbia, and then some. I figured I would check the bulletin boards at check coffee shops first. Driving though downtown I saw "Alpine Coffee" on my left and pulled into the first available parking space. The clear glass door, newly washed and sparkling, opened with a wooooosh. The first thing I noticed was a board for classified ads on my right. I scanned it quickly but all I saw was listings for cars and houses. No luck here, I thought. However, just as I was turning to leave - a woman came up, holding a red cup of coffee in her hand, and pulled out a white piece of paper with pre cut numbers at the bottom. I glanced at quickly over my shoulder. It read "Need Babysitter for Fun, Intelligent and Polite 12 Year old". Here was my moment. I tapped her on the shoulder just as she was pinning the last tack to the board. "Excuse me, Mrs?" I said, trying to be as polite as possible She looked a bit startled. "Yes, may I help you?" She responded still a little flustered at being approached. I answer quickly, "Sorry to bother you, but I couldn't help but notice that you were looking for a babysitter. I just graduated from college and i'm trying to earn a little bit of money. I understand if you are looking for someone different but I am a responsible and honest person that would be glad to help babysit whenever needed" She stood there for a second, as if looking over me to see if I was a suitable candidate for the job. Just as I was about to say something, she said "Hmmmm.. didn't think it was going to be this easy but hey you look like a good kid. Here do you have a pen? Take my number and I will call you tonight after my yoga lesson and we will set up everything." YES! I did it. I really did it! Finally I got a job! - I thought I took down her number in my cell phone and likewise she took down mine. She told me her name was Christine and her sons name was Drew and she was sure that he would be happy that she picked a guy this time. According to her, he seemed to get along so much better with other guys. Likewise I was happier it was a boy, because sometimes baby sitting for girls is much more of a pain. They always seem to nag you to entertain them, boys are normally much more chill and are more content just playing video games or sitting on the computer. I hope you realize by now that I was hoping for as little work as possible. Later that night, around 8pm or so, me and Heather (my girlfriend) were making love. She was naked laying backside on my bed with her smooth satin legs over my shoulders. The only thing she was wearing was her pink socks, the only article of clothing she always seemed to leave on during sex. Those now where behind my head sometimes brushing up against the back of my hair as I slowly pounded her clit. Her long beautiful brown hair was spread over the bed as if a fabric of some sort and I gathered a little bunch in my hand and smelt it. Wow her hair smelled amazing. How the fuck do girls do that. -- I thought I aimed my prick at her pussy lips and kissed her deeply. She smiled weakly as I released my kiss and entered her pussy. In and out I went, slowly at first, then changing speeds. "You like that girl, I know you do...." I said teasing her But she didn't respond. She was always such a quiet girl in bed, never really making much noise, her eyes closed she would once in awhile open them and give me a fleeting smile. I never really gave her quietness much thought, nor did I give it much thought that she never seemed to have very intense organisms with me. I guess I just seemed to think that all girls were like this, very passive and quiet during sex. Granted Heather was only my second girlfriend, so I didn't have much experience with how girls should act in bed, I just attributed this to be a common attribute among women since my last girlfriend in high school was the same way. Never did I think it was something wrong with me. That would be impossible. I starting pumping my cock in and out faster and faster, her clit seemed to respond a little by pulsating - but she still held her eyes closed and kept her silence. Trying to get her into it more I dug my face into her big tits and did a little motor boat. She giggled. I pounded her clit harder now taking one of her legs into my hand and kissing her thigh. "Come on baby, come on baby, yeah baby" I grunted She looked away as if disappointed for some reason. What the fuck had I done? Why was she being like this? - I thought Then my phone rang. Not stopping my fucking, I glanced over at the buzzing device on the table just to check the caller ID. "Oh shit it's that Yoga mom" I said out loud "Honey... baby I really gotta take this" I chimed to her "Ok" is all she said, - and I all I could think was "what the fuck she doesnt even care???" I pulled my cock out and sat naked on the side of my bed. Putting the phone to my ear I said. "Hello? It's John" "Oh hi John! Sorry if I interrupted you or something. But just wanted to give you some background information about babysitting for my son" She responded For the next 15 mins I still sat nude and listened to her rant about her "adorable" son Drew. She made him sound like some sort of damn angel or something. I knew it was bullshit. Finally, she gave me the address and said that my first job would be Sunday from 5 to 8 - she had some sort of business meeting and her husband was always traveling around the country wining and dining clients. We both agreed on Sunday and we parted with some kind words. --- Chapter 2: The meeting Sunday had arrived sooner than expected but I was ready to make some money. Walking up to the door of 1130 Maple Street, I marveled at the architecture of the house.It was a newer house but still somehow had that old school charm to it. You could say it was big, that's for sure. Gigantic Tudor style windows, two chimneys, three floors, and even a 3 car garage. Must have been over a million to buy. I wondered what the hell did people like this do for a living. The landscaping was nicely done too, not something you could do yourself, I'm talking perfectly cut hedges, a variety of flowers both big, small and of all different types. Everything was perfect. I rang the bell. "Well hello there! John right? Well hope you found the place easy enough. Why don't you come inside and you can meet Drew." said Christine as she smiled a big toothy grin I thanked her again for the job and took off my shoes as I entered the large door that clanked closed with a bang. She led me though several hallways until we got into a big living room complete with a large flat panel TV in the center, hundreds of dvds in cabinets to the left and a collection of records and cds to the right. We both seated ourselves on a big brown leather couch in the center of the room with only a beautify crafted wooden coffee table separating us and the television which blared Fox News. "DREW??? Come down and meet John!" shouted Christine at the top of her lungs Within a few seconds I heard the rumbling of feet coming down the stairs. Then in his white socks, sliding across the hardwood floor, he seemed to float into view. He was pretty tall for his age. Being only a few inches taller than him, I estimated him to be around 5 foot 2. I'm sure he would grow up damn tall when he was older. His hair was a medium blond, not so blond that it was white, but rather it had a good yellow color to it. He wore it on the longer side, but it still wasn't unkempt looking. The thick tuft of straight hair just reached the tips of his eyebrows and was combed over. He looked a little like a taller version of Jake Lloyd (who played Anakin from star wars episode one). The nose too (like Jake Lloyd) was small and turned just slightly upwards. His big blue eyes were pretty magnificent. Not once in my life had I ever seen such big eyes on a guy. They just seemed to command attention. Drew smiled at me, flashing his pearly white teeth which were as straight as an arrow. His two front teeth were a little bigger than the rest, but that didn't seem to take anything away from his smile - it even seemed to pronounce it more. I stood up and greeted him by extending my hand his direction, "Hey Drew, what's up? I'm John." "Hey John.... Cool" He replied, seeming a little disinterested. His mother quickly chimed in "Well Ok now that you guys have met I really should be off, I'm busy busy busy!!!". And with that she pulled on her coat, handed me a list of numbers to call if there was an emergency and off she went slamming the door behind her. "So... drew what do you want to do? Want to play a video game or something? Or want to watch a movie?" I suggested He didn't respond, instead he just sat back on the couch and stared blankly at the TV "Well TV is cool with me dude" I said. Wow I thought, this was going to be easier than I thought. This kid doesn't even talk. About twenty minutes went by and still no word from Drew. He now sat cross legged on the coach, fingers ruffling though his blond locks and once in awhile itching his tummy. "I want to order pizza" He commanded out of the blue. "Ok cool man, is Fatty Jims Pizza cool?" I asked "NO.... I want Papa Rumania's" he said, his blue eyes looking sternly at me "Ok well I don't know that number... let me look it up ok dude?" I replied Then all of a sudden like a flash of lighting he grabbed my cell phone from my hand. "I know it. Im gonna just call it. Im not a baby you know" he said standing up with the phone pressed to his chest Not feeling like arguing I didn't say anything. He punched in a few digits, and put the phone up to his ear. After a few minutes he ordered his pizza and sat back down on the couch. "I'm gonna play snake on your phone" he said again in a commanding tone "Sure whatever dude just dont mess anything up" I said apathetically About an hour passed and when the pizza came drew still sat idly in the same spot playing snake on my phone. "get the door man" he ordered I got up and paid for the pizza with the money his mom gave me then returned with the pizza and plates from the kitchen. He looked up non chalantly and then threw my phone on the floor. Grabbing a slice of steaming hot pizza he sat down without a plate and begin eating. I didn't comment about him throwing my phone on the floor but I did want to say something about him not using a plate because his mom would be pretty pissed if he got the couch messy. "Hey Drew? Can you use one of the plates I brought out?" I asked him But he didnt respond. He just kept eating his pizza and watching tv. I started to feel a little angry but still wanted to be nice with him. "Drew? come on dude?" Still he didnt respond. So I took a plate and put it in his lap. Without diverting his attention away from the TV he threw the plate across the room. !!!CRASH!!!! It broke into millions of little pieces. I was pretty angry now, "DREW! I can't allow you to do that!" I yelled "WHY NOT?" he replied in a hissy tone "Because now you have to clean that up before you mom gets home or im gonna tell her it was you!!!" I yelled again "Yeah right you cant make me do anything youre just a lame dude thats in MY HOUSE!!" he yelled back, his flawless white skin how flushed with reddish anger I stood up and grabbed his arm, but he shoved me away, sprang up off the couch, and ran to his room. Man that kid was strong for being so delicate looking. He didn't even look like he any muscle definition but still he must of had some sort of internal strength - I thought. Since he was in his room I started to clean up the mess he made. It only took a little bit of time, but I was still pretty mad at the whole ordeal. Afterwards I chilled out and watched tv for the next few hours until his mom came home. Not once did Drew leave his room. I didn't care what he was doing but as long as he wasn't making a mess or bothering me I didn't care one bit. When his mom came back Drew came out of his room just like nothing had happened. He grinned at both of us innocently and put his arms around his mom. At that point I had to make a decision. Do I tell her what happened and risk losing the job for good, or instead not tell her and keep my job. I pondered this for a second then said "Drew is a great kid, and I would be happy to babysit for him again whenever you need" Drew smiled at me and winked. Just when I was about to leave, I felt a tap on my shoulder. Drew was standing behind me again smiling. "You forgot this" he whispered, handing me my cell phone that I let him use. "Thanks man... you better thank me for letting you off the hook there" I replied He slammed the door in my face. What a fucking rude kid. Back home I was sitting on the computer trying to pass the time unable to stop thinking about what happened. At least she paid me well - I thought, remembering the $100 bill she handed me. My cell phone beeped, telling me I had just received a text message. It was Heather she was going to be over in 20. Before shutting my phone I opened up my digital photo album. My phone has a pretty decent camera, 3.2 mega pixels, so I love taking pictures of everything. I was going to look at some of the nude pics I had taken of Heather a few nights ago.... but when I opened the album everything was gone. FUCK!! Everything was deleted. That little shit!! - I thought. I cant believe drew would do that. Only one photo was left though and I couldn't make out what it was of at first. I clicked to open the picture and it slowly came into focus. It was a cock. Circumcised and Flaccid. Long and thick, mostly hairless expect for a smattering of peach fuzz above the base it extended downward, hanging limply over a set of large balls. I was intrigued to say the least. I really had never seen a cock that was so big before. Yeah I had seen guys in porn, but hey NO-ONE in real life had cocks like that. Guys in porn just some sort of plastic surgery or editing to make their cocks look big. But this cock was real. But whose was it? There was no way a kid like Drew could have a cock like that. He was just a kid, and anyways if anyone did have a cock that big it wouldn't be a little 12 year old blond boy. It would be some sort of hulk hogan type guy right? But then it hit me. The blond peach fuzz, the smooth ball sack, the hairless thin legs: It had to be Drew. I grew angry with jealousy right away. I thought; how the fuck could a little kid have cock so much bigger than me? Hell mine barley came down 2 inches when it was soft. This one looked at least twice mine and MUCH thicker. Then for some reason I started to get hard. I couldnt stop staring at this picture of a huge little kid cock. What was its alure? I didnt know but I knew that for some reason it was getting me really hard. I knew I wasn't a pedophile... but I guess just the idea that a kid could be that big kind of turned me on. But then the big question came: was he really that big or was I just small? I really had never measured my cock before, but I guess now was the time. I read somewhere that the average was 6 inches and I assumed I was somewhere around that, hopefully this would prove it. I unbuttoned my jeans and pulled down both jeans and boxer briefs at the same time. My hard cock sprang up to my chest like a rubber band. Taking out a ruler I pressed it on the top of my erection. Ok... just over 5 inches long. Not bad right? A little under average but hey who is perfect. I measured the circumference also... 4.5 around. I double checked online. A website said the average was around 6 x 5. Ok so I was a on the smaller side of average. But no big deal. Heather arrived minutes later and I quickly pulled my pants back up. She strolled into the room looking sexy as ever wearing a white tank top that really showed off her tits. "Hey baby? Could I ask you a question" I said as she seated herself on the bed next to me. "Huh baby what's that?" she whispered "Um... you know this is a little weird.. but I know you have been with a lot of other guys, how do I... ummm you know... compare?" I said pointing towards my crotch "Oh come on baby... you know that doesn't matter..." she replied, diverting the subject "Just tell me girl... I know it doesn't matter... I just want to know how I compare, you cant blame a guy for being curious." I answered back "Oh well... what do you what to know baby?" she said stoking my hair giving me a sort of head massage "Who was the biggest, and where do I rank among all the guys u have been with" I inquired She sat there for a moment thinking... "Well Matt was pretty big.. I think he was around 9inches or so and alot thicker than you.. he let me measure him once.. he liked that sort of stuff" she replied "Wow... and who was the smallest?" I asked now feeling very hard again "I guess Jimmy.. but that was still in Junior High baby" she answered "How big was he?" I pressed "I dont know John... not that much smaller than you" she replied "WHAT? So your saying im about as big as some kid you fucked in junior high?" I replied my tone now changing into anger "Yeah... but don't take it so harshly honey... yeah size matters but love is where it really counts you know that baby" she answered trying to calm me "It matters.....? What does that mean???" I asked feeling the sweat run down my forehead. She lectured, "Well you know honey... bigger just feels better... A longer cock reaches the G spot a little better than the average one does, and a thicker one just stimulates the sides more which makes for a much better organism and a `fuller' feeling. Dont take it to harshly baby... you might not got the cock but you got the heart trust me!" The conversation ended at that and we begin to make love. She seemed more into this this time. However I suspected that she just wanted to prove to me that it really didnt matter THAT much. However, for the first time I could feel how loose my cock felt in her. She wasnt loose by any means.. just I could tell she was used to more and her pussy wanted more. After the sex we talked a little about what happened babysitting for Drew. Long story short I showed her the picture that he took on my phone of his soft cock. She looked at it intensely for what it seemed like hours, never removing her glance. She asked more and more about Drew and seemed to have endless questions, most of which I could not answer. Before the end of the night she suggested something that I completely reject ever agreeing to. She wanted to come with me next time to baby-sit for Drew. I didn't really realize what I was doing. She convinced me that she was really good with kids and could help. Since Drew seemed to get along great with his mother it didn't seem like such a bad idea at the time, maybe he just needed a girl to make him behave. Little did I know the mess that I was getting myself into.