The Birth of a Size Queen - Sex Stories

The Birth of a Size Queen

... Senior Prom.

The week following Bill's first time fucking me, I was in gym class and the teacher came up to me, Mr. Jones. Mr. Jones was a big, black guy, standing about 6'2" and weighing about 210 pounds. He was the coach of our basketball team.

We were playing dodge ball, and I was out of the game. He pulled me aside. "Can I talk with you, Jack?"

"Yes sir." We sat down on the bleacher seats.

"Abel Steiner had to drop from being a trainer on the basketball team. Do you think that you could take over those duties?"

I mowed lawns in the spring, but the season should be over before I need to get the mower out. I also shoveled snow for a few houses during the winter. I always did that after school, before it got dark. I explained this to the Coach. Coach knew about me mowing lawns, because I had been mowing his for a couple of years.

"We can work around that, Jack. You wouldn't be the only trainer, and trainer is only a title. You'd be more of a towel boy. I just don't like that term."

I told him that I would give it a try. Practice was every day after classes, at 3. It usually lasted an hour, and I was home by 5. Games were on Friday afternoon. During practice, there wasn't much for the trainers to do, but we cleaned up the gym after practice and handed out and gathered towels to the players after they showered. This wound up being my job on a regular basis. I would stand by with a stack of clean towels and hand them to the guys as they exited. Most of the ...

... time, they would just wrap the towel around their waist and return to their locker. There were a few cocky guys that would just throw the towel over their shoulders and walk back to their locker letting their cocks flop around. I felt like I was in heaven.

My mother had 2 nights a week when she worked until 9. Bill would meet me to "study" when I got home from practice.

As I said, my father left my mother and me when I was young. My mother dated a few guys, and I knew she fucked them as well, sometimes in our house. She saw Mr. Clark about once a month. Mr. Clark lived down the block in a nice house. Most of the time, when they went out, Ma came home late, after I had already gone to bed.

One Saturday night, Mr. Clark was at our house and I could hear them in her room. I'd heard Ma with several of her guy friends, but she was much more vocal this evening. I masturbated to imagining the scene in her bedroom. When I was done, I went across the hall to take a final pee before going to sleep. I couldn't hear anything from Ma's room. I hadn't closed the door, so I didn't turn the light on. I just sat on the toilet and let the stream go. I was just about to stand up when the light switch went on. Mr. Clark was in the doorway, nude with his clothes in his hands.

He looked shocked, then whispered, "Sorry Jack. Your mother fell asleep and I didn't want to wake her."

I couldn't take my eyes off of his cock and balls. I think that he was still partially hard, and it was ...