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 he 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 breast feeding him anyway, so it was more convenient. She had zero experience of baby boys, so had no idea why everyone seemed impressed by Tom's equipment. When she bathed him and he sported a stiffy, she couldn't help but be reminded of what she was missing though. She had to pull his foreskin back to clean it and his was the first cock she had held for months.