The Birth of a Size Queen - Sex Stories

The Birth of a Size Queen

... porn?"

"Be my guest, as long as you don't mind me jacking off right next to you."

Brad exited the game and within a couple of minutes, he had a video with two guys and a girl playing on the screen. We had both gotten naked and returned to our previous spots. Brad's dick was no longer than mine, although it was a little thicker.

After a couple of minutes, Brad said he was going to get some lube. "Wait. I can help you with that."

I got up and put his dick in my mouth. "Oh fuck, Jack. Bill was right. You give great head."

Fuckin' Bill. I wondered who else he shared this info with. I would have to ask him when I saw him this week, but in the mean time, I had a dick to suck. It only took a few minutes and Brad was filling my mouth with his cum.

I returned to my seated position and started stroking my cock. "You know, Bill usually gives me a blowjob in return."

"That's not what he told me. He said that he gave you a couple of blowjobs in exchange for letting him fuck you." That was true. After the first couple of times, Bill showed me that he could give me a better orgasm while giving me a handjob while fucking me.

"I'm sorry, Jack. But if you want to cum, you're going to have to take care of yourself." Brad got up and walked out of the room. I heard the water running in the bathroom across the hall. The video was still playing, and I was still high. When Brad returned, I was cumming in my hand. I licked it up.

"You really like the taste of that stuff, eh ...

... Jack?"

I got up from the bed. "Yes. You ought to try it some time."

I got dressed and Brad walked me to the front door. "Thanks for the help today, Jack."

I bumped fists with him. "Glad that I could help."

I walked the 4 blocks home. It had started snowing. I checked the weather on my phone. It looked like we were getting a couple of inches tonight. I started sending some texts out to see who might be interested in snow removal tomorrow. When I got home, Ma said that Tom had called her and asked if I could take care of his sidewalk and driveway tomorrow. "He's out of town this weekend and can't do it himself."

"Tom? Mr. Clark?"

"Yes."

I mowed Mr. Clark's lawn during the summer, but he had never asked me to take care of his snow. He always managed to handle that himself. Ma suggested that I give him a call.

When I got to my room, I called Mr. Clark. He offered me much more than I normally charge for snow removal. I told him what I normally charge, and he said that he knew I was saving money for when I went off to college in the fall. He was happy to pay what he suggested.

I took care of 8 lots the next day. They all paid me for my services, except for Mr. Clark. He had told me that he would be back during the week. He asked me to come over on Thursday, after school, and he could settle up then.

He greeted me at his door wearing a pair of gym shorts and some flip flops. "Sorry Jack. I forgot you were coming by this evening. Come on in, and I'll go ...