Date: Wed, 9 Dec 2009 20:28:18 -0600
From: John Smith <stuckey55@hotmail.com>
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
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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.