A lot of people complain about their childhood but I like to think that I take the cake. I don't think anyone grew up as screwed up as I was. I wasn't abused or anything like that, well maybe I was. My Mom became a righteous nut after my Dad left. She buried herself deep into religion and got a job working at the church to help her get away from whatever it was my Dad did. It turned her crazy.
See, I've always been big, you know down "there." Ever since I can remember my cock has been swaying this way and that, getting in the way, bumping against my inner thighs. I thought it was normal; I mean no one really ever told me different. When I nit puberty my penis started growing. Thirteen inches long and as thick as my wrist!
When I told my Mom about the erections she told me they were evil and that I should find a way to distract myself. "It's the devil trying to get hold of you, Kyle," she'd say in that high-and-mighty tone she took whenever she started preaching at me.
That was it for my sexual education, "erections are evil." I was a poor boy with a man-sized dick and I had no idea what to do with it. To help distract me, Mom got me a weightlifting set: dumbbells, a bench press, all the usual stuff. Whenever I got hard, I hit the weights, trying to work the Devil out of me.
I was hitting them constantly.
My Dad lived on the West Coast, while Mom and I made due here in the East. It wasn't too bad. I'd get to visit him every other holiday and for a few weeks in the summer. He and Mom split up when I was really young and I don't really know why they did. But that's the past.
It was weird. I found some old pictures of my Mom when they were together. She seemed like a normal, out-going woman. I had no idea what happened to make her go crazy like she did. But I'm getting off track.
This isn't a story about how my Mom went crazy. This is the story of how I broke free and found out what I could really do with the monster between my legs.
It all really started when I was eighteen. Like I mentioned before, I'd been hitting the weights everyday. I had a lot of tension built up and didn't want the Devil to get a hold of me.
I worked out enough to get a set of six-pack abs, arms of steel, pecs and legs that make all my clothing stretch and of course, I had my fat thirteen-inch cock.
Back then I didn't call it a cock. No, that was too dirty for Mom and me but that was before things started to change.
I had just gotten back from my Dad's after the holidays. I hadn't been able to work out as aggressively as I like and the tension was growing. I got in a few push-ups and sit-ups here and there but nothing that really worked; the strain was killing me. Mom was called in to work the night I flew back into town, and needed my old babysitter, Kelly, to pick me up from the airport.
Kelly was local college student and had been babysitting me since she moved to the area three years ago. At 21, Kelly was smoking hot, had a great ass and huge tits to die for. What I would've given to get a gander at those puppies. It was everything I could do to hide my hard-on when I saw her standing at the baggage claim.
"There you are," she squealed. She ran over and gave me a big hug. I could feel her jugs right through her winter coat. "I was worried you'd be delayed because of the incoming blizzard."
"Blizzard?" I said, trying to nonchalantly adjust the growing python in my pants.
"Yeah, it's all over the news. There's some big storm that's supposed to be coming in tonight," she said, ruffling my hair. "But whatever. You made it. Now let's get your bags and get home."
We made small talk as we drove back to my house. How was the visit? What's weather like in California? Did I meet any cute girls during the vacation? Blah, blah, blah. All I could think about was pushing out a few presses and squats before bed. My dick felt like it was going to burst.
When we got to my house, I dropped off my bags and hurried to the back door. My weight set was in the back yard and unfortunately it had snowed quite a bit in the two weeks that I was gone. Mom hadn't bothered cleaning them off. In fact it looked like she piled all the snow on top of it. No workout tonight.
"Kyle," Kelly called from inside the house, "Your Mom's on the phone. It looks like she'll be staying at the shelter all night in case the storm does hit. You want to talk to her?"
"Sure," I said, taking the phone from her. "Hi, Mom."
"Hey, Sweetie. How was the trip?"
"Good. I got a tan while I was there."
"That's nice dear. I'm sorry I wasn't there to pick you up and that I have to work tonight but the Lord calls us when He calls us," Mom said.
"I know."
"Remember to say your prayers and don't think any naughty thoughts," she said. I could just imagine her standing over me wagging her finger.
"I will and don't worry," I said. "I'll be a good boy."
"Yes," she said, sounding pleased. "I have to go. I love you."
"Love you too," I said, as she hung up.
I handed the phone back to Kelly. "So..." I said, trying desperately to not look at her chest.
"So, it looks like it's just you and me, buster," Kelly said. "Your Mom asked me to stay over as well, to make sure you're alright."
Great. That's what I needed, a hot, busty coed staying the night with me during a blizzard and no way for me to relieve the pressure. This was going to be a long night. "I guess I'll go get cleaned up or something," I mumbled.
"You need any help?" Kelly asked.
"Uh, well, huh," I stammered, not knowing what to do.
"I'm just kidding. I'm sure you can wash yourself by now. It's not like I need to scrub you like a little baby, do I?" Kelly said, giving me a wink.
"Uh, no I think I can manage," I answered.
"Well, yell if you need anything," Kelly said. She turned to start going through the cabinets. When she did, she stuck her butt out at me, just ever so slightly.
It's just your imagination,
I kept telling myself. The tension was building up too much. I needed a release.
Mom was right. The Devil does take hold.
When I got into the bathroom I quickly stripped off my shoes, turned on the hot water, threw my shirt in the hamper, and said a quick prayer. When I raised my head again, I caught my reflection and couldn't help but flex my hard muscles.
I pulled off my pants and underwear and my thirteen-inch cock bounced against my abs, making a slapping sound. Just being in the same room with Kelly was killing me. I said another prayer, hoping to deflate in the shower.
Feeling the steam rising, I stepped inside the shower and started lathering up. The soap and water felt good after the long flight across the States. Feeling the friction on my plum-sized cockhead felt great too. A little too great. I stopped myself from going further; knowing that doing anything was wrong and I'd be sinning.
I quickly stopped what I was doing and placed my hands behind my back, letting the water wash off all the suds. When I turned off the water, I could hear the wind picking up outside the house. The storm had arrived.
Dripping wet, I went to grab a towel but they're weren't any.
Crap, Mom must've put them all in the laundry.
I grabbed my shoes and poked my head out the bathroom door. My room was across the hall, just past Mom's. The light was on in her room and I could hear Kelly humming to herself. I decided to make a dash for it, hoping I wouldn't get spotted bare ass naked. I stepped out, and right before I could take more than a few steps, Kelly walked out holding a few candles.
We both froze. A small gasp escaped her lips as she took in my nakedness. My erection, which had gone done slightly in the shower, was now quickly coming back. Her eyes travelled up and down my body. Stopping at my dick, she smiled and bit her lower lip.
"Um, Kelly. There weren't any towels and I needed..."
She snapped her eyes back up to mine like she was coming out a trance. "Huh? Oh, of course," she said. "You better get dried and dressed before you freeze in the cold."
With a quick nod, I leapt into my room, my cock leading the way. I slammed the door shut and let out a sigh. This night was never going to end.
I said a quick prayer and then pumped out 100 push-ups. It didn't help much. It just got my blood pumping faster.
I got dressed and started to head downstairs, prepared for a talking to about walking through the house naked. Steeling myself, I heard a low moan come from the living room. At first I thought it was the storm but then the moan became my name.
"Kyle, fuck me." It was Kelly! I got down on my stomach and peeked from behind the banister.
Kelly was sitting on the living room couch, her pants around her ankles and she was pushing and pulling one of my Mom's candles in between her legs. I knew enough to know that she was being bad. I should've said something, I should've started praying but I couldn't take my eyes off her.
As she seesawed the candle in and out with left hand, she reached under her shirt with her right and started massaging her breasts. "Kyle, such a big cock," she moaned. "Such a hard body. I need it; I want it."
She started going faster and faster. She was sweating but it didn't look like work. It looked like fun.
Then suddenly she stopped. Her back arched off the sofa and her mouth opened up in a silent scream. She sat like that twitching for a few seconds. When she stopped, she sat back and pulled the candle out. She licked it clean and started pulling her jeans back up.
Not knowing what to do and terribly excited, I started fervently praying. The Devil was coming for me. The floor creaked beneath me and Kelly shot a look in my direction.
"Kyle, are you up there?" she asked.
"Yeah," I said, getting to my feet. "Kelly, I'm sorry about earlier. There really weren't any towels and I'm sorry you saw me like that. I know it was wrong. Please, don't tell my Mom."
She waved it off and gave me an exhausted, pleased smile. "It was nothing, don't worry about it," she said. "I didn't know you had such a hard body. You must workout quite a lot."
"Yeah, it helps keep the tension down," I said, coming down the stairs and into the living room.
She arched an eyebrow when I said that. "Tension? You know there are not many boys your age with a body like yours. Not many men either," she said under her breath, though I don't think I was supposed to hear the last part.
"I can bench about 350 pounds now," I said. I don't know why I said that; it was a stupid thing to say.
"Really? Wow," Kelly said, biting her lower lip again. This time I know I wasn't imagining it. "Yours arms look pretty big too."
"Yeah," I said, flexing both. "They're rock solid."
She walked over to me, her eyes never leaving mine. There was a wicked grin on her face. I knew I should've said something. My Mom would be upset with me, but deep down I craved the attention.
