Date: Sun, 17 Jan 2010 20:42:55 -0600
From: John Smith <stuckey55@hotmail.com>
Subject: The Hung Kid Chapter 3 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...

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read it.

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Chapter 3: Show Off


Next morning during my drive back from getting breakfast with a friend, I
got a call from Drew's mom.

She explained that she and her husband were going to a business convention
in Tilsdale and needed me to come and babysit for about 4 to 5 hours. At
first a weak thought of hesitation crossed my mind because Drew was a
pretty big brat to me last time. I didn't like dealing with kids who had
attitude problems like him.  But after a few seconds I made up my mind that
my relative lack of money overruled whatever dislike I had for that blond
snob of a kid.

I told her that I was in fact happy to babysit Drew and asked her what time
she needed me.  She responded by saying Drew had football practice till 445
and that I should come a little before then. I agreed to this, and she
thanked me for being so helpful because she and her husband were always so
busy and they didn't feel okay leaving their only child home alone.

Now at this point I completely forgot about my promise to Heather to let
her come and help me babysit Drew.  So when I got back to my place I called
her and told her what was going on.

I told her, "Well honey... I kind of didn't ask if you could come... you
know it would of been weird to ask if I could bring my girlfriend on only
the 2nd time I babysat for the damn kid"

She was absolutely furious. She accused me lying to her and said that this
really meant alot to her and anyways she canceled her yoga lesson to come
and help me out tonight.  She pleaded with me to figure out any way that
she could come and help.

Although she really didn't have a good reason to be coming with me,
eventually she coerced me into letting her sneak in when Drew's parents
left. I told her that once both of the parents had gone she could come over
and hang out. But I also also told her that if she was making things worse
she had to go and there was no arguing.  Heather agreed cheerfully and
thanked me for my kind understanding. And with a few "love you's" and
"goodbyes" we both hung up.

After doing a few chores around the house and playing a few games on xbox,
it was getting close to the time that I told Drew's mom I would come and
babysit for him.

So I found myself on the familiar drive to Drew's house through the perfect
affluent suburb. Pulling my Ford Focus up to the front of his house I
couldn't help but notice a bright red Ferrari 360 Modena parked in the
driveway. Man what a sweet fucking car I heard myself saying out loud. I
pondered that it must have cost a fortune.

Walking up to the front door I couldn't take my eyes of that awesome ride,
a dream car in every way.  Man these people were living the life.

I rang the door bell....

A very big and tall man wearing a red tucked-in navy polo and blue jeans
swung open the door. The tall man looked down at me, dwarfing my stature in
every way possible. His pectoral muscles buldged through his polo, and his
biceps rippled through his sleeves. He looked like he could have been a
football player or a professional basketball player.

The man must of stood at least 6'6 and weighed over 230 pounds - a model of
male perfection. Inside I knew this was the kind of man I secretly wished I
was myself.

He appeared to be in his mid 40's, but still retained a youthful appearance
despite his size because of his bright full head of blond hair and smoothly
shaven face.

So there we both were. The God and the boy, standing chest to face.

"So you must be John" He said, extending his huge hand downward to me.

"Yes sir" I responded, feeling like a little kid standing next to a grown
up.

"Well im Jeff, Drew's father, didn't realize you were so short" He said
rather bluntly

I couldn't help but notice the very sizable bulge in his jeans - it filled
the front his crotch so perfectly I could have sworn he was wearing a cup.

"Nice to meet you sir...well i'm..."

"John yeah yeah yeah... i've heard about you. Why don't you come inside"

I stepped inside the front door and took off my jacket and shoes.

I heard Drew's mom's voice echo in from another room out of sight, "Oh
hello John!!! Me and Rick are about to head out in a few minutes. Drew is
coming back from practice right now and should be home any minute. Please
make yourself at home!".

Somewhat tired from all the errands I had been running throughout the day I
headed toward the sofa located in the connecting living room.

I took a deep breathe and prayed that today would be a little easier than
last time.  I remembered that at least this time Heather was coming over to
help me out. She was pretty good with kids.  Hopefully Drew would respond
to her and not be such a little ass.

About 5 minutes passed, when I got a few goodbyes from Drew's parents and
next thing I knew they were walking out the door. At this point I called
Heather and told her to come on by, that we should be cool at least till
later.  Hopefully Drew wouldn't mind that I brought over my girlfriend. He
probably hated girls like all young boys, but he was that age where things
start to change.

Heather arrived sooner than expected. She must of been exited for
babysitting this kid. Man girls are weird, they will always be mothers at
heart.

Tossing her purse on the couch she sat down next to me and said,

"So where's Drew?"

"Coming home from football practice, should be here any moment" I responded

She got up from the couch and grabbed a framed photo from the coffee
table. It was a school photo of drew. He smiled brilliantly displaying his
full white teeth, it was obvious he never needed braces. His very blond
hair was a little shorter than it was now, but it still retained that
boyhood luster that only young guys seem to carry.  His big baby blue eyes
glittered from the flash of the camera, and they showed no signs of
age. Above them arched his fine wispy eyebrows, which were very light like
the color of his hair but not invisible. And unlike many other preteen
boys, he had zero traces of acne or any other unsightly blemish save for a
smattering of small brown freckles dotted across his nose.

This was perhaps the first time I really got a firm look at the kid and man
did I admit that he was a looker. This kid could of easily been a model or
an actor.

Around that time Drew came bursting threw the back door and Heather and I
stood up to greet him. Drew seemed to lock eyes immediately with Heather.

"Hey Drew I want you to meet my girlfriend Heather, I hope you don't mind
that she came over"

His gaze seems be locked on Heather still, and the only time it shifted
away, was to to eye her big rounded breasts that were currently protruding
and pushing against the fabric of her small white tank top.

Dammit I wish Heather would of chosen a little more appropriate
clothing... - I thought to myself angrily.

Drew finally spoke in his attitude laced semi high pitched voice, "My
parents would flip a shit if they knew she was here"

"Yeah im sorry she just really wanted to come along" I responded quickly

"Yeah well im sorry you had to screw up and be a retard" He came back, eyes
flaring with anger.

"Let me expl..." I tried to say, but Drew cut me off...

"Retard quiet!!!" He screamed.

I stood there astonished. Man this kid had some nerve. He can't boss me
around.

"Hey fuck face you may be older than me but im better than you. Look at
you. You are short, you are balding, you are ugly. In three years ill be
twice your height and twice the man you are. So shut up idiot"

Heather tried to butt in,

"Drew please can we stop with the naughty words? You may be right, but you
need to be nicer"

Wow did she really just say that, I thought. Did she really believe all
that this little punk know it all kid just said?"

Drew pointed his finger at me "I can do whatever I want. YOU violated the
rules. YOU brought her here. If you dont let me do what I want ill tell my
parents. I know you need the money to pay for your bills or whatever, so I
win. I know you dont wanna get fired."

"No I dont" I stated.

"Good then you gotta listen to me or I tell my 'rents, and then they fire
your ass"

"Fine" I responded, feeling dejected looking at the floor now.

"Ok, first SHE owes me a favor because I let her in my house"

Heather smiled, "Sure buddy, what do ya need?"

Drew then looked straight at me and we locked eyes,

"A kiss" he said smiling a toothy grin, and gave me a quick wink

"WHAT?!!!" I said, this really pissed me off. How dare the little dork.

"A KISS!" he yelled, " I WANT A KISS NOW!!!"

Heather seemed unphased by this strange turn of events and walked slowly
towards Drew, who now was glowing from head to toe. She leaned toward him
tiny bit (she was only a few inches taller than him) and pecked a quick
kiss on his cheek.

Drews smile turned flat.

"I said a kiss not a peck. On the lips, or I will tell my parents you were
here"

She looked at me and I nodded in shame and turned my head again towards the
floor. Heather this time leaned down even lower and she came to his
lips. After a quick moment of hesitation she planted her full painted red
lips on his and held it there. There was no tongue, but I would tell Drew
wanted it. After about 3 seconds or so they parted their kiss and Heather
took a few steps back, saying nothing.

Drew looked at me again. This time with a little smirk on his face.

"Now YOU gotta do me a favor"

"And what's that?" I responded, quite sure I wouldn't be too pleased with
whatever this kid demanded of me.

"I wanna go swimming in the pool out back but its dirty. Take the pool net
and fish out all the little crap that floats around and stuff, I hate that
crap"

"Fine and that's it right?"

"Yeah and while your doing that ill give Heather a tour of my crib..." He
said, now smiling again.

Going outside I found the pool net and proceeded to clean out all the gunk
that was floating around. There was a good amount of it. I walked from one
side of the pool to the other fishing out anything I could find - bugs,
leaves, etc.  It took about 15 mintues before I was satisfied that I got
everything. When I was done I put the pool net back where I found it and
was about to walk back inside when Drew and Heather came out back both clad
in swimsuits.

"You going swimming too?" I asked Heather, looking at her with a confused
look on my face.

"Uh huh, what's the matter baby? Drew asked me to" she responded with a
grin

"Oh...Where did you get the swimsuit?" I said, eyeing the sexy two piece
yellow bikini she was sporting. It really showed off her body
wonderfully. I could help but notice her nipples were hard as rocks.

"Oh this? Drew's mom has a great collection of swim wear, really cute
stuff" Heather responded

Suddenly, a huge splash echoed from the pool and some water hit me
drenching my shirt.

"Heather!!! Come on in the water is great!!!" Drew's high voice yelled from
the pool.

He was floating on the surface of the water, waves rippling across the pool
left and right. Drew was shirtless, his white and hairless smooth skin
dipping in and out of the cold water. He didnt look particually muscular,
his arms in fact were quite skinny, but you could tell he was in amazing
shape for a boy his age.

He had a great big smile on his face, his white teeth in full view. His now
wet blond hair was plastered to his forehead and he took his hand and wiped
it clear of his eyes.

Heather jumped in the pool and they both begin playful childish splashing
and pushing. Their laugher was loud and plentiful. After a while they both
drove under the depths of the water and when they came to the surface Drew
was on Heathers back and his legs were wrapped around her torso. Like this,
with drew riding on heathers back, they both swim around the pool and she
would sometimes drive deep under the water until neither could continue to
hold their breathe and at the last moment she would pop up and they would
both gasp for air.

I sat near the edge of the pool watching until they both came near me.

"Hey Drew, is there a swimsuit I could borrow?" I asked, sick of watching
them and actually starting to feel a little hot.

"No" is all he said in response. And heather dove back under the water with
drew still firmly on her back.

When they came up again for air I tried again

"How about your dads or something?" I asked

Drew just stared at me for a good five seconds straight faced. Then he
started laughing uncontrollably and fell off of heathers back. It took a
good 25 seconds before he calmed down.

"Are you kidding tard? You would never fit in my dads swim suit idiot, look
at you, you are like a midget" he said harshly. I felt dejected

I tried to act mature and not be phased by his smart ass comments,

"Ok can I borrow one of yours then?" I asked

"FINE they are in my closet" he said. I could sense by the tone of his
voice that he was growing very impatient with me.

I went inside and went toward his bedroom. This was actually the first time
I had ever seen his room, last time I babysat for Drew he just went in
there by himself so I was kinda interested to see what the kids crib was
like.

Opening the door to his room the first thing I noticed was how spacious it
was. Im not exactly sure on the square footage, but let me say that it is
bigger than most hotel suites. In one corner of the painted white room, his
King size bed stood. It was fitted with blue sheets covered in footballs,
basketballs and other sports objects, and a darker blue comforter was
folded at the foot of the bed.

In the opposite corner to the right, he had a large wooden desk with a big
flat screen computer monitor which had a lacrosse sticker on its outside
edge. Above the desk was a framed and signed poster of Lebron James. And on
a little stand to the left of the desk, in a glass container, was a
basketball signed by the one and only Michael Jordan.

Against the wall to the right of his desk stood a large and expensive oak
dresser with gold handles. On top of the desser was a few photographs of
Drew and some very attrative older girls who looked to be at least in high
school or college. In a few of these pictures the girls had their arms
around Drew tightly, and in one a very beautiful blond girl dressed in a
cheerleading outfit, who looked to be about 16 was kissing drew on the
cheek.

Turning around to the opposite end of the large rectangular shaped room, I
saw a door which I though might of been his closet. However, when I opened
the door I was surprised to find that it wasn't a closet but instead large
private bathroom with a full walk in shower.

"WOW" is all i could gasp

This kid had it ALL. His bathroom was amazingly clean but still held a
boyish charm to it. The walls were tiled blue and the floor was an
expensive white hand crafted marble. On the mirror was a few yellow duck
stickers and some more lacrosse stickers that spelled "LAX!" in bold
letters.

The shower was also pretty crazy. It had a pretty advanced shower, with
three separate water heads that could simultaneously spray water. There was
also a nice little stone bench on far end of the shower where someone could
sit. Overall this shower was big enough to fit at least 3 people
comfortably.

However I still remembered the reason I came in to Drew's room in the first
place - a swim suit.

Still standing in the bathroom, I tried a door near the toliet, AHA! - his
closet.

Not terribly large (he was a boy), it was spacious enough to hold his 20 or
so garments; a few nice suits, a large shoe rack full of NIKES, and a
smaller dresser. I opened the dresser.

Inside I found a variety of swimsuits, all of which were in the standard
long "board short" style that most guys who do not swim for competition
like to wear. I took a blue one with red stripes down the side and changed
into it as quick as I could.

Upon exiting the small closet I stood again in the elegant blue tiled
bathroom with its marble countertops and looked around. I spotted a box
full of medicine, lotions and other bottles and walked toward it.

Now I normally don't like too snoop on people, but I thought maybe if I
found a particularly embarrassing medication or lotion I could somehow use
to against this asshole kid as blackmail. He wouldn't be able to boss me
around if I too had something he didn't want anyone knowing about. If
found, a bottle of genital wart cream would be enough for me to shame him.

I came to the box of medicine and lotions and peered inside. It was a
jumbled mess of items, bottles of advil...  a container of hair gel... old
bottles of vietem C tablets...

Then I saw it. It was a box large blue box of condoms. On the front of the
packaging it said

"LARGE SIZED CONDOMS - Now for thicker girth!"

I was confused to say the least, not only did this kid have a box of
condoms, but more importantly I wondered how could a pre pubescent 12 year
old boy even be able to put on a large sized condom? I mean even I had
trouble fitting in NORMAL sized condoms without them occasionally slipping
off during sex, I clearly doubted how a little kid could fit in even bigger
ones.

Picking it up I noticed it had been opened and I looked inside - there
seemed to be about 5 condoms left out of the total original 20 the
packaging advertised.

I thought to myself that there was no way this kid could of actually been
using these condoms for anything but personal masturbation. If he was using
these condoms for sex I was jealous. This was probably because I personally
didnt lose my virginity until college. I thought, how dare this kid be
fucking chicks so early.  Every man should have to suffer the pain of being
a lonely virgin until we get at least till our late teens. That should be
the rule.

I ripped of one condom from the packet and put the rest back into the
box. The other I slipped into my pocket then walked back outside where Drew
and Heather were still playing joyfully in the pool.

"Hey doucheclown where have you been all this time?" Yelled Drew's soft
giggling voice from for the pool.

Heather and Drew both looked like they were about to die from laughing. (I
cant believe heather was laughing at this kid's jokes I thought to
myself). I ignored them and jumped into the pool feeling its cold waters
surround me.

Drew and Heather both stayed at the corner of the pool away from me, each
whispering in each other's ear and giggling as I began wading in the center
of the pool enjoying a much needed escape from the September heat.  About
10 minutes passed and eventually Heather got out of the pool to catch some
rays and Drew was practicing diving for coins that Heather occasionally
awoke the throw into the pool for retrieval.

I noticed Drew was quite the swimmer, and he had the body for it. He was
slim, no more than 100 pounds, and not too muscular. He had a beginning of
a 4 pack of abs starting to show that I was sure with a few more seasons of
football would develop into a perfect flat set of rock hard abs.

His pectorals were also defined but not overly big, each one creating a
nice ridge of muscle. I noticed too that his nipples were still very small
like a child's, each no bigger than dimes. And I saw also when he raised
his arms to drive into the pool that he still had not yet gotten armpit
hair. Puberty had been very kind with this kid.

Now at this point I had climbed into an inner tube and began to close my
eyes feeling quite sleepy from a long day.  Another 5 minutes passed and I
heard Drew dive again into the pool to collect the coins that had fallen to
the bottom.

Then all of a sudden I felt a hard tug on my swimsuit from somewhere under
the pool. I tried to stop it, making a futile attempt to grasp my suit
before it came off my midsection and eventually off me completely, but it
was helpless. The swimsuit fell all the way to my ankles, then with one
more tug it was released from my feet.

I saw Drew's smooth and light skinned body swim under the water's surface
to the father edge of the pool. In his right hand was my swimsuit. Drew had
stolen it.

"HEY!!! COME ON MAN!!" I screamed, and drove off my innertube to jump at
drew who was now at the other end of the pool waving my suit in the air. He
laughed gaily, and I noticed too that heather was also awake and had a big
smile on her face. She seemed to be enjoying this.

I swam toward drew and when I got close he jumped out of the pool and
pointed down at me still laughing.

"You want it? Come it get fuckface!!!" He screamed loudly then proceeded to
throw my suit about 20 feet across the freshly cut lawn.

"Drew! Don't use such naughty language!" Heather pleaded, but obviously she
didnt care that much because she was still laughing from the whole
incident.

It was useless. I got out of the water completely naked, my cock shriveled
up to an embarrassing 1 1/2 inches and my balls retreated into my body. I
was cold, and this happened often when I got cold, some guys call it
"shrinkage".

I ran through the yard naked. Both heather and Drew, still laughing,
watched me and my little cock as it bounced up and down as I ran through
the grass. I stopped where Drew had thrown my suit and slipped it on as
quick as I could.

When I turned around after putting my suit back on I noticed that both
Heather and Drew were laying on a white plastic reclining lawn chair close
together.  Drew was leaning back against heather, his soft blond hair
covered head rested on her breasts which were stilled clothed in that
yellow skimpy bikini.  He had his eyes closed and she was petting his blond
head soothingly.

I walked nearer and said, "Drew why did you do that man?"

"Cause it was funny" he replied, still with his eyes closed, but now he had
another big smile on his face.

"No it wasn't funny Drew, it was just rude man, how would you like it if I
did the same to you?"

"I wouldn't care cause I dont have a pin dick" he replied

"What did you say!?" I replied angrily, man this kid had some nerve

Drew remained silent and kept his eyes closed, he was done having this
conversation.

"Im going to get changed" I declared and walked bitterly inside the sliding
doors and into the main living room.

I followed the same maze of hallways until I reached Drew's room again and
walked in, shutting the door behind me.  Looking around I found my blue
jeans and my white pair of underwear and picked them from off the floor and
placed them on Drews king size bed. Then I slipped off my swim suit and as
quick as I could I changed into my underwear.

Then all of a sudden drew burst into his room and turned around and locked
the door. He eyed the baby bulge my currently very flaccid and tiny cock
was presently making in my underwear then threw his towel near my feet.

I was just pulling my jeans above my knees when he dropped his swimsuit
right in front of me freeing his very ample and circumcised flaccid cock.

Still naked, his thick cock swung like a pendulum back and forth over his
large set of hairless balls as he walked right next to me and picked up his
towel that he threw near my feet. He lifted the towel up to his hair and
began to slowly dry his hair.

Now im not sure if he intended it or not, but he was giving me quite a
show. Since the towel was now covering his face I could freely examine his
smooth, insanely muscular (for a boy) and lean body. Now i had never been
attracted to guys before in my life, but I admitted then that this kid had
a very beautiful figure and an even more beautiful cock.

Even in its flaccid state it looked huge on his little body. I estimated it
to be close to 5 inches soft, and very girthy, perhaps even as thick a sack
of quarters His balls too were huge coming down a good 3 inches from his
body.  He has a light smattering of very blond pubic hairs that suggeted
there were very new and by no means could they counted as a "bush".

I could tell from both his relatively small amount of pubic hairs and his
compete lack of armpit hair that this boy was very early into puberty, and
mother nature had ALOT more in store for him. And I would later learn that
current cock was only a faction bigger than the cock size he had since he
had started preschool.

When he finished drying off his young naked body he passed me, winked slyly
and sat down on his computer chair and began clicking away on the mouse.

Right as I was about to leave he barked,

"You should order pizza and go pick it up"

"Ok got it" I replied, and opened his door and walked out into the hall
way.

Inside i was thinking what have I done. Why am I taking orders from this
little kid? That was NOT what I needed to do right now to make things
better, I needed to be the man in this house, not him.

But then something else came over me, a slight feeling that maybe I was in
fact NOT the man of this house. I let it cross my mind for a brief second
then picked up the phone and ordered pizza.

Heather came in as I was hanging up the phone.

"I'm going to pick up pizza, should be back in 10. Keep a watch on that kid
will you, Im sure he is up to no good."

"I will" is all she said in response

I left to pick up the pizza and it took longer than expected. However in
about 15 mintues I was back on the road headed to Drews house with a fresh
hot pizza sitting in my drivers seat.

When I walked inside the mansion doors, neither Drew nor Heather were
around. I called out loud to both of them, but no response. Walking around
aimlessly, still looking for a sign of either one of them I came across
Drew's room and knocked. No response, but I heard the sound of a shower
running from inside.

I chekced the door, it was unlocked. I tip-toed inside the room and came to
the bathroom door.

Then, right as I put my hand on the door handle I heard a voice.

"Oh DREW, FUCK ME DREW!!!! FUCK ME YOU STUD. YOU BEAST!!" Heathers voice
rang in ecstasy from behind the door.