Short Stories by Hope/The Boy With a Big Cock

The midwives all leaned back when Tom was born. Nothing unusual there, boys often sprayed when they popped out. There was nothing unusual about the comments either. "He's a big lad." "The girls will be after him." All part of reassuring the new mother that her baby was as special as she knew he was. The difference this time was that they meant it. Tom's penis was twice the size of most baby boys'.

At seventeen years old, single mother Jane was lucky to be allocated a one-bedroom flat in a small block. She had to put "Father Unknown" on his birth certificate because she couldn't be sure which boy was the culprit. When she arrived with her new baby in her arms, she was terrified. She put the sleeping infant on the bed, sat down and burst into tears. Then there was a knock on the door.

Holly had appointed herself as "housemother" and made it her business to help new arrivals. There were six flats, four with two bedrooms and two, like Jane's with one. Holly had lived there for eighteen months and had a two-year-old daughter. With a cup of sweet tea inside her and a friendly face to talk to, Jane soon recovered. Tom was awake and complaining by then and when she peeled his wet nappy off, Holly couldn't help remarking on the size of his penis.

It took a while for Jane to get the flat sorted out and Tom had to share her bed. Someone donated a travel cot for him, but he objected so much that Jane gave in and resigned herself to co-sleeping. She was breastfeeding him anyway, so it was more convenient. With zero experience of baby boys, she had no idea why everyone seemed impressed by Tom's equipment, but when she bathed him and he sported a stiffy, she couldn't help but be reminded of what she was missing. She had to pull his foreskin back to clean it and as he was the first cock she had held for months she couldn’t help stimulating it to make it stiff.

Baby Tom obviously liked having his cock played with and soon found that he could get hold of it himself. Even with a nappy on, he would slip his hand inside. Nappies are expensive and although, with Holly’s help, Jane was claiming all the benefits she was entitled to, money was still tight. Cleaning up the puddles and even the odd shit, was a lot cheaper, so Tom spent a good deal of his day wearing nothing but a vest.

Jane had never much enjoyed giving blowjobs. They were often the price she paid for a dinner or a few drinks when full-on sex wasn’t possible. The main problem was that it left her all wound up and forced to satisfy herself. One evening while sitting in the bath with Tom and looking at his stiff cock, she had an irrational desire to suck it. She leaned back and lifted him so that she could get her lips around the stiff shaft and he squealed with delight.

She didn’t keep it going for long, and as soon as they were both dry, she used her trusty vibrator to get herself off. By now, Tom was six months old and Jane had had the chance to see other baby’s cocks. This showed her that Tom’s penis was a lot bigger than average, but she assumed that it would probably even out by the time he grew up.

By this time, Tom had learned that there were ways of getting what he wanted, and one of those was a blowjob. When Jane put him to bed, he cried and refused to settle down until she sucked his cock. It became a regular part of bath time, and even in the mornings he woke with a stiffy and demanded that Mummy did something about it.

As he got older, Tom took an interest in what Mummy was doing with her buzzy toy after she sucked him and Jane encouraged him.