NOTE: For those of you joining us for the first time, this story is a vignette from Rubirosa’s series “C*ck Star.” The chronicle focuses upon the private life of a public figure.
As the most accomplished porn star of modern times, Samson lives out popular male sex fantasies on a daily basis. This story focuses on our hero’s early adventures when he was just an everyday high school gigolo and championship bodybuilder by the name of ‘Lance Leo.’
Lance has just turned 18. Like many students at Peoria Tech, he desperately wants to get laid. This is his story.
An attractive brunette sashayed across the parking lot towards her Mercedes.
“Isn’t that Amanda?” noted Lance after taking a long drag off his joint.
He stood with Ross, Jimbo, and Bones at the other end of the lot.
“Just look at those cans,” Lance continued wistfully. “That chick really filled out this year. Dayum, I’d love to bang her box.”
“Yeah. Dream on, dude,” Ross told him. “She only dates varsity douchebags.”
“I said I would love to bang her box,” Lance answered a bit defensively.
“Woulda. Coulda. Shoulda,” shrugged Bones after passing the joint to Ross.
“Whatever. We don’t fucking exist at this school,” lamented Jimbo.
He wasn’t wrong. The quartet of high schoolers were burnouts, the lowest rung of the “bottom-ladder” cliques that made up the student body of Peoria Tech. They smoked weed, played heavy metal through their earbuds during class, and headed down a one-way road to low-wage service jobs in their Podunk town, best known for its soybean production.
“You know I turned 18 today,” Lance said out of nowhere.
“No shit,” said Ross. “So why are you still a junior?”
Lance Leo’s birthday was on April Fool’s Day. And, true to form, his life had been a joke. But not a very good one. He had shit grades, shit parents, and shit prospects for the future. The straight-F student flunked Freshman year and got held back. Even with an extra year under his belt, he had been a “late bloomer” and barely got peach fuzz above his lip until last year. Lance had a gangly frame that looked as if a stiff wind could knock him off his feet. In short, he was a nobody’s nobody.
“Happy Birthday, man,” Jimbo half-congratulated him. “You wanna play some Warcraft and rip a bowl after class?”
“Nah,” Lance told him, staring at the ground. “Think I’m just gonna chill.”
Lance’s friends knew exactly what their friend meant by “chill.” Jacking off. The burnouts all bragged about banging chicks but their hookup options were limited to their left or right palms. Lance was a hardcore porn junkie. Aside from school, the stoner spent most of his waking hours in front of a laptop on pornographic websites. The teenager searched for videos of one guy with two or more girls: FFM, FFFM, and especially FFFFFM. The more the merrier…
Besides porn, Lance also studied websites like Refinery 29 and Cosmopolitan to learn about female sexuality. The precocious pervert also managed to wade through all 12 volumes of Casanova’s memoirs, the Kama Sutra, and countless sex position manuals. As a result, the empty-headed teen couldn’t pass algebra but he knew exactly where to find a woman’s G-spot. Lust could be an incredible motivator.
Unlike most dudes, Lance didn’t just want to bang a chick. The sensual teen wanted to romance and seduce his lady. He wanted to make sweet love to her until she cried out his name during the most intense orgasm of her life. Lance thought about doing this every minute of every hour of every day.
But even though the teen had spent so much time reading about sex, he had zero experience with actually having it. Being a virgin sucked big time. And he couldn’t talk to anyone about his situation because it embarrassed him so much. Everyone else was obviously getting some. Almost every teenager had been in his place at some point, feeling so worthless that getting laid seemed about as likely as winning the lottery.
LATER THAT AFTERNOON
Lance walked into the backyard of the McMansion he called home. His stepfather had bucks but treated him like shit. With his mother dead and buried, Mr. Leo made it clear that his stepson would be cut off the day he graduated high school. Lance had only two consolations: 1. His asshole stepfather was usually out of town on business. 2. He got to live in the pool house which allowed him to smoke weed and look at porn 24/7.
After drawing the shades in his bedroom, Lance fired up his laptop and got nekkid. He browsed the erotica section of Amazon for a new book. He developed a taste for escapist fare that involved D&D type adventures. The teen used his imagination to get as far away from Peoria as possible.
At the top of the search results, a title immediately caught his eye: “Wanderlust: The Erotic Adventures of Samson.” The cover featured a preposterously muscular barbarian surrounded by a fawning harem of scantily clad wenches. The tacky artwork recalled a trashy romance novel crossed with a Richard Corben illustration from an 80s issue of Heavy Metal.
“With the body of a god and the loins of a stallion,” proclaimed the description. “Samson literally bedded thousands of women.”
Lance was hooked from the first paragraph. The book distilled his most intimate fantasies into lurid and lucid prose. While some chapters recycled the usual “sword and sorcery” tales found in mainstream fantasy novels, the bulk of the book focused upon its hero’s unusual prowess in the boudoir. The titular character accomplished sexual feats that made Casanova look like an amateur, swashbuckling his way from one bedroom to another. Lance particularly enjoyed reading about Samson’s orgiastic conquests in which he “arranged trysts with multiple admirers who shared in his abundant virility.”
The teen pored over the text all night long and into the next day. In most pulp fiction, 90% of the book involved boring quests for random bullshit. Lance searched for the other 10% in which the hero made it with the female characters. But this book flipped the script. The 1000-page epic mostly chronicled Samson’s ultra-hedonistic sex life in exhaustive and explicit detail. In particular, the love scenes dwelled upon how much pleasure his lovers experienced from the barbarian stud’s remarkable endowment: “Samson basked in the glory of possessing a weapon between his legs that would deliver any lover to a wonderland of bliss. Ten-and-a-half inches had a way of making a man cocksure.”
The book also spared no detail in describing the warrior’s physique:
Befitting his mythos, Samson possessed a truly awesome appearance, standing over six and a half feet tall with mighty arms and legs bulging with muscle. Our hero was not modest about his body and made no mystery of his physique. When the bathkeeper sounded his horn for opening-time, he strode across the square,stripped above the belt with his head held high, his torso flaring from the waist like the head of a cobra, his abs rippling like the staunchest portcullis, his chest armored with a breastplate of muscle that glistened like bronze in the sunlight. Although such nudity scandalized his village, even maidens of the highest virtue peeked through the shutters each morning to behold his exuberant display of masculinity.
While this purple prose might have struck some readers as homoerotic, Lance interpreted it another way. He didn’t want to fuck Samson. He wanted to be Samson.
While other guys dreamed of becoming athletes and celebrities, Lance did not give a fuck about popular culture. He aspired to become a master of seduction, a well-hung Adonis that could sleep with any woman he desired. In that regard, Samson was a badass. He got to do the things that every dude secretly wanted to do but lacked the guts. And Lance considered himself to be the most gutless of all. He couldn’t even ask a girl out on a date.
Around 3am on Saturday, the teen decided to call it a night. He’d been smoking and jerking continuously since Friday afternoon. Lance stumbled out of bed and pulled up the shades in his bedroom. The starry sky twinkled in an odd, beautiful way. He rarely noticed things like that but the double-whammy of weed and insomnia made him a bit loopy.
Suddenly, a star fell out of the sky. In spite of his despair and cynicism, Lance found himself making a wish. He wished with every fiber of his being, probably harder than anyone in the entire history of wishing. The author need not reveal his wish. After all, such things must be kept secret if they are to happen…
The next day, Lance woke up into the same life he had the day before. He stumbled out of bed and opened his laptop. To his dismay, the webpage for the book had vanished. He Googled the title. Nothing. He searched and searched and searched and searched… Nothing. That really bummed him out. At the same time, however, he felt unusually animated this morning. His whole body seethed with a restless energy that made him feel like a caged tiger.
Out of nowhere, Lance hit the floor and started doing push-ups. The teen completed 25 without breaking a sweat so he went for 50. He quickly surpassed 100 but kept going. After topping out at 200, he immediately dashed out the door in his underwear and dove into the pool. He zipped through the water like a speeding torpedo, doing one lap after another.
All that activity made him hungry. He found a 36-ounce Porterhouse Steak in the freezer and BBQ’d the slab of meat on the grill in the backyard. After his ultra-carnivorous lunch, Lance went into the basement to dig out a workout bench and deluxe weight set that his fat-ass father bought last year but never used. He quickly assembled the whole thing next to the pool house.
“UNNNGH!” he growled, pumping out his first bench press. The weight felt heavy at first the load seemed to lighten with each rep. Normally, the stoner would have dismissed weightlifting as a shamefully jock-y pursuit. But his body craved the exertion. Lance wanted to move mountains and leap tall buildings in a single bound. He wanted to bust out of his clothing like the Incredible Hulk. Never before had the teen enjoyed such determination and focus. The workout gave him an almost sexual thrill as he imagined his muscles growing bigger and bigger.
SIX WEEKS LATER
UNNNGH! UNNNGH! UNNNGH!
The teen finally set the barbell back in the rack and rose up from the bench. The sun peeked out of the clouds. Today looked to be a lovely May morning.
Rome might not have been built in a day but Lance Leo built his new body in less than two months. He worked out day and night. No school. No beer. No nothing. The stoner clique had not seen hide nor hair of their pal since his birthday. Rumor had it that the teen got a bad case of mono.
In fact, Lance used that precise excuse in the e-mail he sent to the principal’s office. Skipping school had been easy. The teen just created a dummy Gmail account in his father’s name and sent them a weekly note to excuse him from classes.
However, his stepfather was coming back from a long business trip this week so Lance decided today would be as good a day as any to make his triumphant return to Peoria Tech. The teen could have cared less about his studies but he had a much better reason to show up. Lance planned to lose his V-card with a smoking hot senior after class.
The teen strode up to a vintage 1974 Harley Davidson Sportster parked behind the poolhouse. Lance inherited the mint condition bike from his biological father but only learned to ride it a couple weeks ago. Truth be told, the motorcycle had intimidated him. He didn’t want to die in a terrible accident. But the fear mysteriously dissipated. Or, at least, Lance had developed a new two-word philosophy: “Fuck it!”
The teen fired up the ignition, hopped on board, and tore out of the driveway. It usually took about ten minutes to drive to school from his place. But Lance did not believe in speed limits. If you rode your bike at 90 MPH, you could get there in five.
Per usual, his stoner pals hung out by the fencing at the far edge of the parking lot. Lance sped right up to them and jumped off his Harley.
“Yo!” he greeted them and jumped off the bike. The posse stared at him with puzzlement for a beat.
“Lance, is that you?” Jimbo finally asked.
It was a reasonable question. The teen had changed a bit since the last time they saw him. He now hulked over his peers at a height of six-and-a-half feet, built out of hard, chiseled muscle. Just as notably, his voice had dropped three octaves, his acne cleared up, and his unruly mop of hair had grown into a long, luxuriant mane of obsidian curls that hung to the small of his back. In short, he resembled a barbarian warlord that could have doubled as the frontman of a heavy metal band.
“Uh, you been working out or something?” asked Bones.
“A little,” Lance began before pausing. He didn’t want to explain himself too much. His friends would never believe what really happened. So he stuck to what a doctor told him a few days ago. In light of his unusual growth spurt, his father sent him to a specialist for an examination. Repeating the official diagnosis seemed half-plausible.
“You see,” he continued. “The doctor said I have a genetic condition.”
“You mean like DNA?” asked Ross. He had a few extra IQ points on the rest of the group and even got a B- in biology.
“Yeah, I guess so. Anyway, I’ve got this thing called ‘myostatin-related muscle hypertrophy.'”
“What kind of trophy?” inquired Bones. “You mean like the Heisman?”
“Nah. It just means my muscles grow larger than normal. Let me show you.”
The teen flexed a bicep and an intimidating boulder of muscle exploded from beneath the skin. His pals looked at their friend strangely but not in a bad way. Rather, they seemed a bit in awe of him. Lance knew, without a doubt, he was becoming bigger, stronger, and faster than any teen on the planet. However, he did not anticipate how others might react to his transformation.
The school bell rang.
“See you after class?” asked Jimbo.
“Maybe,” Lance told him. “If I’m not banging a chick by then.”
The stoners laughed but a little uncomfortably. They sensed Lance meant what he said this time.
AN HOUR LATER
Lance cruised the hallway between periods, trying to pick which girl to give up his virginity to. He saw so many foxes that his head spun with possibilities: tall or short, buxom or waifish, brunette or blonde. The teen reckoned there might be eighty to ninety seniors he’d like to nail. Lance planned to seduce all of him sooner or later but the first had to be special.
Horny and distracted, he walked right into Angela Cummings, bumping a stack of folders and textbooks out of her hands.
“Oops,” Lance apologized, kneeling down to pick them up for her. He then stood back up to his full height, more than a head taller than the 18-year old blonde. She stared up at him.
“Who are you?” she asked with genuine curiosity.
“Lance. Lance Leo.”
“Did you just transfer here?”
“Naw. I’ve been here since Freshman Year.”
“No, you haven’t. I would have noticed you by now.”
“What makes you say that?”
Angela didn’t answer. The chick just flashed a coy smile and bit her lip. Lance knew right away that he wanted her to pop his cherry. She was the tallest, hottest, and sluttiest babe at Peoria Tech. Just his type. More importantly, she exuded self-assurance. Some of the mean girls called her “trashy” but he knew better. The banging-hot senior simply knew what she wanted and did not hesitate to take it.
“So you play varsity football here?”
“Nope?”
“Wrestling?”
“I’m into more enjoyable contact sports,” he smiled with obvious innuendo.
“Why does that not surprise me?” she grinned back.
The school bell rang for 2nd period.
“Give me your phone number,” Angela told him. Notably, she asked for his number. He assumed the dude usually had to make that request.
Lance handed her his smartphone. She sent herself a text from his phone.
“See you around,” she winked before walking away.
45 MINUTES LATER
Lance had paid close attention to his algebra teacher for almost the entire period. Not to her lecture of course. Rather, he avidly followed the sway of Tina Nelson’s ass while the MILF-y math babe marked up the whiteboard with an indecipherable equation.
Suddenly, he felt something vibrate in his pocket. Lance pulled out his smartphone. It took less than an hour for Angela to make a move:
“Wanna hang?” she texted.
“When?” he wrote back.
“10pm. U Know Grandview Lookout?”
“I’ll try to fit you in my schedule. LOL..”
“Don’t be late. I drive a red BMW.”
Historically known as the “Pleasure Driveway,” Grandview Lookout was Peoria’s answer to Lover’s Lane. The secluded spot afforded a majestic view of the Illinois River and plenty of privacy for mischief. Though he didn’t need further enticement, Angela then sent an Insta-steamy photo of herself in lingerie.
A jolt of pleasure thundered between his thighs. His heart pounded in his ears. The horny teen had been popping woodies for years but his dick had grown a bit in the past few weeks. Actually, it had grown a lot, so much that the organ threatened to bust through the seams of his blue jeans. Unfortunately, Ms. Nelson chose just this moment to call on him.
“So what is the function of ‘x’ when assigned to the square root of pi?”
“Huh?”
Lance sat in the back row to avoid attention. However, every eye in the room now turned in his direction.
“Pi? I guess it depends on the sort of pie in the equation.”
“May you enlighten us then?”
“Well, I like cherry pie myself. Are you a pumpkin pie kind of gal?”
Before his birthday, Lance probably wouldn’t have talked back to a teacher. He didn’t need another detention. However, the words just seemed to fly out of his mouth. The class stifled a giggle. They seemed amused by his wisecrack but also a little shocked. It took balls to say something like that.
Just then, the bell rang. After some perfunctory remarks about their homework assignment, Ms. Nelson dismissed the class. Predictably, she ordered Lance to stay behind. Actually, he couldn’t leave, not without everyone seeing the massive erection that tented his jeans.
In a flash, Ms. Nelson closed in on Lance who remained seated in a flimsy plastic desk that barely accommodated his massive frame.
“Get up,” she ordered him.
“Are you sure?” he asked her.
“Don’t fuck with me,” she hissed in an ominous whisper. Lance never saw a teacher that angry before. She looked ready to slap him if he did not comply. So the teen rose from his desk.
As soon as he stood up, the balance of power shifted dramatically. Lance towered over Ms. Nelson by nearly a foot. She probably hadn’t expected that. During class, the teacher probably did not pay much attention to some random student all the way in the back of the room. Nor had she noticed the supersized physique that his XXL tank top struggled to contain, the fabric molding itself to his enormous pecs and eight-pack abs.
Neither of them spoke. The unexpected sexual tension seemed to catch both student and teacher by surprise. Since his transformation, Lance had a premonition something like this could happen. However, he had not anticipated a female would succumb to his charms so urgently and easily. Truth be told, his new power excited him. Instead of deflating in her presence, his erection grew even bigger and harder.
Ms. Nelson took a step back as if to behold him in all his magnificence. Lance responded by taking a step forward. Both of them knew the teen now had the upper hand. They were so close that he could have kissed her.
“I’m sorry for disrupting your class, Tina,” he apologized in a low seductive voice. “You see, I just turned 18 and this is a difficult time for me. My body is undergoing a lot of changes right now and I’m experiencing certain desires that complicate my relations with women. And, because of that, I can’t focus on math sometimes.”
Tina nodded without a word. He wasn’t sure if she heard him. His teacher seemed to be focused on the provocative bulge in his jeans.
“Anyway, maybe you could give me some private lessons so I can do better in class. I’d like to please you, Tina. I really would.”
“Sure,” she finally told him. “I’d love that.”
The school bell rang for 3rd period.
“Sorry, I gotta go,” he told her. “Can’t keep the teacher waiting.”
Tina didn’t say goodbye. She stood rooted to the floor, still trying to process what just happened.
10:05 PM
Lance parked his motorcycle right next to Angela’s convertible BMW. She already arrived at the vista point. The blonde wore a black cropped tank top and skinny jeans that flaunted her slim and stacked figure.
“You’re late,” she chided him, tapping her watch.
“I like to take my time with things,” Lance drawled as he walked up to her. He stayed just outside of kissing distance.
“You do, huh?”
“Yeah, like with you,” he chuckled and stroked his chin with the flirtatious smile of a lovable rogue.
“How so?” she flirted back.
Without further ado, Lance leaned down and kissed her on the mouth. He had been thinking about this moment all his life. Despite all of his erotic fantasies, the teen never kissed a girl before.
Lance could taste her strawberry lip balm on his tongue. He liked that. No, he loved that. He wished that his first kiss went on forever. It didn’t but he got a second one and a third. He could return to the well that was her mouth as many times as he wanted to. Meanwhile, Angela wound her arms around his waist and pulled him closer. Between the kissing and the physical contact, the teen felt that familiar but exhilarating jolt of excitement between his legs again. The only thing Lance could compare it to was that sudden lurch when he shifted to fourth gear on his motorcycle and the vehicle blasted off down the highway.
Actually, maybe he lurched a bit himself because Angela broke off their kiss.
“You OK?” she asked.
“More than OK.”
“Because it seemed like you jerked back and…”
Her words trailed off as she looked downward..
“Holy shit!” she mouthed and began to laugh out loud.
An obscene boner tented his jeans.
“You’re like a porn star!” she gushed.
“I’m gonna be everything you ever wanted, baby,” he growled in a frisky baritone. “Just let me do my thing.”
Lance did not know where those words came from but they sure turned her on. The couple continued their make-out session for another half-hour as their clothes came off. Somewhere along the way, Angela ended up lying spread-eagle on the hood of her convertible. Normally, she would have confined their mischief to the privacy of the backseat but something about this guy dampened her inhibitions. He oozed a sexual charisma that made her feel adventurous.
Kneeling on the fender, Lance gently spread her legs apart, kissing and biting the insides of her thighs. He could smell her moist cunt underneath her panties. Ever so gently, the teen rolled the lacy garment down and off her long, smooth legs before pocketing as a souvenir. Then he crouched down to face her dripping slit. Angela had a beautiful pussy, the lips pink and plump like the petals of the rarest rose. He breathed in the aroma of her vaginal musk, inhaling it like the finest perfume.
Finally, he stuck out his tongue and gave her a long, lazy lick. Lance let her pussy nectar linger on his palate before swallowing it. The teen had never tasted pussy before and wanted to savor her flavor. Meanwhile, just above the folds of her juice-brimmed slit, a tiny bead peeked out of its fleshy hood. Lance’s heart skipped a beat. This had to be Angela’s clit!
Lance had dreamt about clits for years. More than breasts or asses, they represented the key to unlocking a woman’s orgasm. His first impulse was to suck on her clit. However, he knew the tiny organ was capricious. Direct stimulation did not presage a climax. Instead, Lance decided to undertake a more delicate dance with her pleasure button. His tongue lightly grazed it and her navel creased. He did it just a little longer and a shudder shimmied up her spine.
Getting into his groove, Lance flickered his tongue like a snake. He never tried it before but Angela gasped with delight as soon as the tip oscillated against her clit. Desperate for more, she grabbed the back of his head and shoved him against her crotch. Lance made out with her muff, licking up the length of her slit and swirling his tongue around her clit. The buxom blonde barely caught her breath, struggling to process a sensory overload of bliss, as he expertly brought her to a fever pitch.
“Oh, my God!” she squealed gleefully. “What are you doing to me?”
Lance wasn’t sure either. A mysterious force guided his tongue, the tip flicking so fast that it blurred at times. His newfound talent astonished and delighted him. Imagine picking up a guitar for the first time and immediately playing the instrument like Eddie Van Halen. Fuck, yeah! Being a sexual virtuoso KICKED ASS!
Just before she came, he pulled his head back.
“Please,” Angela almost sobbed in frustration. “I need to come.”
“I bet you do,” he teased her. “But I told you I take my time.”
Lance definitely wanted a little more buildup. The longer he made Angela wait, the harder she’d come. Maintaining eye contact with his lover, he slid two fingers up her dew-slicked channel. They slid in nice and easy. Her pussy was sopping wet. He fingered her gently at first, savoring the tactile sensation of her warm and sticky interiors. The horny teen only could imagine how good it would feel to stick his cock in there.
While locking his gaze with hers, he flashed a naughty smile and curled his fingers so they stroked the front wall of her vagina. An extended moan escaped her lips as he ran his fingertips over a small, almost undetectable, bump.
“Oh, fuck,” she gasped. “You found it!”
To be specific, Lance found her G-spot. He began to pick up the pace, his slow strokes transforming into aggressive finger thrusts. Lance actually could hear her juices sloshing around his fingers. At the same time, he never broke eye contact with her. His hungry stare seemed to intensify the moment. It established a primal connection between them.
As her limbs twitched with pleasure, Lance once again put his head between her thighs and tongue-flicked her throbbing clit with reptilian agility. Her whole body tensed up as he stimulated the two focal points of her sexuality, his finger and tongue harmonizing into a cum greater than its parts. As the coup de grâce, Lance planted his lips on her throbbing clit and began to suck on it, giving her little dickie a world-class blow job.
Angela screamed out at the top of her lungs, head thrashing wildly across the windshield with a crazed look in her eye. And before Lance even knew what hit him…
WHOOOOSH!!!
Her quinny doused his face in girly cum. Not just a few drops. A deluge. Lance knew about female ejaculation and certainly hoped to master the technique one day. However, he had not expected it to happen so soon and in such a spectacular fashion. The teen instinctually kept his mouth pasted to her pulsating pussy as she thrust her hips against his plunging fingers.
WHOOOOSH!!!
Angela drenched him like a geyser. Until now, Lance only saw this kind of thing in porn and naturally assumed it had been staged. But a veritable river of love nectar gushed out of her pussy and into his mouth. He actually began to gulp down her juices so they didn’t overflow his lips. However, she just went on and on and on to the point that he had to pull away for fear of choking on the flood of ejaculate.
Finally, Angela collapsed in a heap of quivering limbs. She lay there speechless and senseless, slumped against the windshield of her convertible, her juices splattered across the vast, metallic surface of the BMW’s hood.
The brief intermission gave Lance a moment to process the sheer audacity of his seduction. Grandview Lookout was isolated but not that isolated. A cop car probably could hear her orgasmic screams from a half-mile away. In the past, the risk of getting caught might have scared him. But now the danger unexpectedly turned him on.
45 MINUTES LATER
Angela still lay spread-eagle on the hood of her BMW. The epic bout of cunnilingus had taken the better part of an hour. Lance ate her out to a dozen toe-curling, butt-clenching orgasms. But that had just been the aperitif before their love feast. Now came the meat course…
As always, Lance did not rush matters. With the high-beams of her car lighting up his body, he performed a slow, sensual striptease for Angela. He first peeled off his tank top, soaking wet with her sticky juices. His Herculean torso glistened in the moonlight, highlighting each ridge and bump of his exquisite musculature.
Lance assumed a couple bodybuilding poses to flaunt his exotic physique. In the past, the teen would have regarded such preening as idiotic but he dug his new body and the way that chicks like Angela ogled him.
“Nice abs, Mr. Universe,” she teased.
“I ain’t just a showhorse,” he teased back. “I’m a studhorse.”
Lance unzipped his jeans. When the garment dropped to his feet, her jaw dropped to the ground. She gawked at the thick, elongated bulge that stretched his bikini briefs. The forearm-sized log ran along the waistband all the way to the outer edge of his thigh.
The teen hunk stepped out of his jeans and came closer.
“You see, Angela,” he began. “I got a little more to offer than the other boys at school.”
Without ceremony, he yanked down the garment and his dick sprang out like an uncoiling spring. The teen had gotten one of those boners that a guy remembers for a lifetime. It felt like a giant steel girder between his legs.
“How big are you?!” asked Angela, eyes wide as saucers.
“I don’t know,” he answered with a disingenuous grin. “You got a ruler?”
Angela slid off the hood and rummaged through the bookbag in the backseat. She found one of those plastic mini-rulers used in geometry class. The teen nympho held the six-inch ruler up to his dick but his member easily outsized it.
“Looks like we’re gonna need a bigger ruler,” he chuckled. Angela happened to have a tape measure in her glove compartment. He held her hold the tape at the base but she couldn’t read the measurement in the dark.
“Where’s my phone?” she asked herself. “I need a light for this.”
Angela fished her phone out of her purse and clicked on the flashlight. She focused, and stretched the tape measure all the way to the tip.
“HOLY FUCK!” she blurted out. “You’re eight and a half inches, baby! Oh, my god, you’ve got a porn star cock.”
Lance wasn’t unaware of this fact. The teen already watched more than enough porn to know he out-measured most of the men in the business. During his metamorphosis over the past six weeks, he particularly enjoyed observing the incredible growth of his organ. Puberty had really sucked until he turned 18. But it righteously rocked ever since his birthday.
Angela measured him again just to make sure: “Your big cock is eight and a half fucking inches long! I can’t fucking believe it.”
“Well, you know what they say,” Lance smiled, basking in her adoration. “Feeling is believing.”
With a gleeful giggle, Angela lay down on the hood of the BMW again and spread her legs even wider than before. Her big titties heaving with anticipation as he began to pull out a very long strip of Magnum XL condoms from his back pocket.
“I hope I bought enough of these,” he joked before ripping one off and tearing open the gold foil wrapper.
Actually, he might have spoken too soon. He accidentally tore the first condom while trying to stretch the tip over his huge knob. The second one also broke. Damn! Lance couldn’t believe this. He was so damn close to punching out his V-card!
“Let me do it, hon,” Angela told him, hopping off the hood. He gave her a condom and she went to work. After opening the wrapper, the teen cutie gripped the base of his shaft to steady it. The contact caused his heart to beat a mile a minute. No girl ever touched his dick before. He took slow, steady breaths to calm himself. Lance definitely wanted his first time to take a long time.
Angela also struggled to unroll the condom. Lance had a wrist-thick shaft.
“Oh, my God,” she murmured. “I think your dick is too big… Even for a Magnum XL.”
After several attempts, Angela finally managed to unroll the rubber down his shaft but it still did not reach the base. Lance later found out that Magnum XL’s only measured 7.5 inches in length. And the condom felt a bit snug. For the moment, however, he was simply jazzed to get his dick wet.
Nonetheless, Lance definitely wanted more build-up. He playfully swatted his fist-sized knob against her wet cleft a few times, each loud meaty smack eliciting a gleeful squeal of delight from the blonde stunner. Then he began slowly grinding his shaft against her clit, advancing one slow inch at a time against her throbbing nexus. After reaching the base, he laid his massive member along her lower abdomen as if to illustrate its size and how deep he would go inside of her. The head easily fell past her belly button.
“Lance,” she whispered with a hint of concern in her voice. “You know you’re bigger, like way bigger, than any other guy I ever had before. Just go slow, K?”
Truth be told, Lance had not thought about this problem before but her request made perfect sense. He recalled an eloquent passage from the mysterious e-book. Just before Samson lost his virginity in a threeway to the buxom wenches Claudia and Isabelle, they gave him important words of advice….
CLAUDIA: You are destined a hero though not the hero of the troubadour’s tale, not the fool who keeps a locket of his beloved to his breast and whispers her name in the heat of battle. His love is a spiritual love. A kind sentiment, no doubt, but a foolish ideal. Your love is a physical love. To the pious man, that would be a less than noble intention. But for many women, the physical act is the noblest act of chivalry. While the imaginary hero of the ballad saves his beloved from the clutches of the dragon, you will save her from the sorrows of celibacy and frigidity, authentic perils for a woman of our times.”
ISABELLE: To the wench who needs a man with a larger tool for satisfaction, you will be a hero. To the virgin whose body cries out for affection, you will be a hero. To the widow who pines for the touch of a man, you will be a hero. Your name shall be whispered with awe upon the lips of every lady in the land for the great deeds of sexual prowess you shall perform in their honor.
CLAUDIA: So, take us now, Samson. Love us deeply. Love us long. But, above all, love us gently with your sword. And, finally, never forget, a lover’s pleasure is your own. Do that and the world shall be your personal bedchamber.
Inspired by that speech, Lance leaned down and gave Angela a tender yet sensual kiss on the mouth.
“Don’t worry, babe,” he reassured her. “I ain’t like other guys. I want you to love what I’m doing.”
Lance enjoyed an absolute sense of calm and focus. He knew exactly what he’d do to her and how much she’d love it. Nothing in his life ever had felt so natural and right.
Breaking the kiss and leaning up again, Lance could not help but admire his reflection in the windshield. He had developed the chiseled visage of a romance cover model, his high cheekbones and delicate features hinting at an almost androgynous look. Below the neck, however, the manbeast oozed testosterone, beginning with broad shoulders that spanned nearly five feet across, jutting pecs that overhung a perfectly sculpted set of eight-pack abs that led to his mighty manroot, an irresistible weapon in the conquest of the fair sex. Just like his wish, the inconsequential stoner had become a true-life Adonis who could bang any babe he fancied into cross-eyed oblivion.
With a firm push of the hips, Lance’s knob wedged itself between her inner labia. He looked down at Angela, quivering with anticipation of his entry. Exerting slow but steady pressure, his knob popped inside with audible squelch. Angela gasped loudly. Lance bent down and frenched her long and hard. “This is only going to get better and better,” he promised.
Ever so slowly, the teen hunk sank an inch or two of shaft into her body. He loved how her pussy wrapped itself around his cock. Nothing ever felt so perfect. She completed him as much as he completed her. Lance could not imagine wanting to be anywhere else in the world than where he lay at that moment. Inside the luscious confines of a welcoming female.
“More,” she hissed. “Gimme that big dick.”
“Be careful what you wish for,” he smiled, depositing another couple inches into her channel. Suddenly, her body began to quiver.
“Oh, my God! I’m coming already,” she cried out in joyful disbelief. Lance’s heart skipped a beat as her vaginal muscles contracted, stroking and massaging his shaft as it advanced further inward. He didn’t move too fast. The teen just wanted to savor that amazing expression on her face. Angela’s mouth gaped open for so long that a rivulet of saliva dribbled down her chin. Her eyes blinked rapidly and briefly rolled into their sockets. And her complexion flushed beet red.
That face did not lie. Lance was touching parts of her that had never been touched. Achieving full penetration took nearly ten minutes of patient pushes and gentle gyrations but they loved every second of it. After planting himself to the hilt, he felt Angela shudder and writhe beneath him. Even without moving at all, the sensation of being stretched and filled so deep had triggered another orgasm.
Lance held her steady as she thrashed to and fro across the hood of her convertible. Finally, she came down with a big sexy grin on her face.
“Keep going, you hung bastard,” she panted.
Lance pulled back until just his knob remained lodged inside her twat and drove himself balls deep again. He did it again. And again. Angela seized up with another orgasm, her walls clamping down on him again. Lance responded by increasing the speed and power of his thrusts until the whole car rocked on its shocks from the force of his thrusts.
Throwing caution to the wind, Lance began to pound the buxom blonde, his big dick flying in and out of her pussy. His knob struck her A-spot on every stroke, causing her limbs to flail about with pleasure. Her impassioned cries summoned a toe-curling surge of bliss from his loins but not an actual orgasm. Rather, an unfamiliar sensation of hardness and power flowed into his muscles. It reminded him of that moment in the old cartoon when Prince Adam took out his sword and transformed into He-Man: I HAVE THE POWER!
The teenage bodybuilder had become so strong that he impulsively lifted his partner up off the hood of the car in the middle of their fuck. Angela instinctively wrapped her legs around his waist and locked her ankles behind the small of his back. With his powerful forearms undergirding her thighs, Lance bore her entire weight but she seemed surprisingly light, not much heavier than one of the dumbbells in the gym. Without breaking a sweat, he began to bang her in mid-air, bouncing her body up and down on his cock like a toy doll.
“Jesus Christ,” she gasped in awe. “You’re carryfucking me! How is that even possible?”
Carryfucking. Lance recalled the term from the book about Samson. The mighty barbarian “carryfucked” all the wenches he seduced. Lance caught his reflection in the windshield of her BMW, noting the flex of his guns as he tirelessly hoisted her up and down. The sight caused his whole body to shiver with ego-buzzing excitement. That’s when he knew that today was not just the best day of his life. It would be the first day of a very different life.
Lance tossed his head back and stared into the sky. The pale light of the moon dimmed as a dark thundercloud sailed overhead. Without warning, the valley lit up with a flash of lightning. BOOM! The ground actually shook for an instant. He felt Angela’s glutes clench in his palms from the deafening sound. She dug her nails deep into his back.
However, Lance remained cool. He already sensed the storm surge a while ago. His attunement with Samson had drawn it to the valley. BOOM! The next lightning bolt struck a sapling no more than 50 yards away, setting it on fire. The impact thundered through their bodies, transforming into pure, electric bliss. He saw the joy in his partner’s face. The subtle changes in her expression that signaled an imminent climax. The way her breath hitched when his prick bottomed out in her pussy. How she bit her lip when he shifted her weight in his arms so he could get a better angle and lift her up higher.
“COME ON MY BIG DICK, BABE!!!” boomed the teenage superstud, his growling baritone echoing into the valley below their trysting spot. Lance later recalled that the words had left his mouth before he even thought of uttering them. And that was the moment when he realized his wish had not just changed him physically. His personality and identity had shifted. He inherited the panache of a barbarian playboy that reputedly slept with over 5000 women.
Suddenly, the skies opened with another blinding flash of lightning. Raindrops pelted their thrusting bodies as if to douse their passion. Instead, the cloudburst only fueled the fire in their loins. Lance knew the moment had arrived. The human juggernaut whipped her body up and down his pole as if she were on some kind of out-of-control carnival ride.
As their congress reached its crescendo, Lance could not help but appreciate the madness of their mating. There they stood in the downpour, naked to the world, gorging themselves on each other with reckless abandon. This was not an amateurish high school hook up. Lance had tapped into a hidden motherlode of primal energies with the heat and light of a thousand suns.
BOOM! Lightning struck again. The thunderbolt struck so close that his body hair stood on end from the electricity in the air. In that same instant, a surge of lust tore through his loins, the likes of which he never felt. Lance threw back his head and, from his great barrel of a chest, cut loose a mighty roar of startling magnitude. It sounded almost inhuman or, perhaps, superhuman. His deafening baritone almost muted the next peal of thunder.
With his entire body trembling, Lance staggered to the convertible, laid Angela down on its hood, and withdrew. Pulling out his prick with a loud squelch, a remarkable deluge of female ejaculate poured out her hole. She had squirted many, many times but the swollen girth of his giant tool kept Angela’s juices bottled inside until her uncorking.
He ripped off the condom just before losing control. Gripping his prick in both hands, every muscle in his body clenched up. He could hear the pulse of his heart thudding in his ears. The next few seconds seemed to go on for minutes. He couldn’t breathe. He couldn’t move. Then, suddenly, his prick fired a megawad of spunk ten feet into the air. He showered Angela’s entire body with cum, her pussy, her tits, her face. It went everywhere. But that was only the first blast. The next one smacked against the windshield of her car, splattering the wide pane of glass in white goo. The third sprayed against the hood with an audible thrum.
Each wad he fired surpassed another man’s entire load. And he shot them one after another. Angela told him later that she had to take her BMW through the car wash twice to clean the mess he made. However, that did not matter at the moment. He was currently lost in a world of violent, animalistic bliss. Along with the sheer volume of his ejaculation, the intensity literally knocked him off his feet. He lay on the ground quivering, trying to process what just happened.
Lance was more than familiar with his orgasms. However, his extensive “hands-on” experiences paled in comparison to actual intercourse. While his previous climaxes burst like little firecrackers, this one exploded like an A-bomb. It confirmed what he already knew. Fucking was 100 times better than fapping.
Meanwhile, the downpour tapered to a drizzle. Angela still lay on the hood, dazed and disheveled. At long last, her lover stood up, climbed on top of her, and gave her a deep kiss.
“Oh, my God,” she whispered into his ear. “How did you do that?”
“Do what?” he asked, genuinely unsure what she meant.
“It’s just that…” she stammered, hesitating for a moment before speaking her mind. “I know you’ve heard the stories about me…. That I get around. And, to be honest, I do. I like having sex. But the guys at school don’t know what they’re doing.”
“How so?” he asked, unable to resist hearing her dunk the asshole jocks at his school.
“Those varsity bros are all a bunch of three pump chumps with small dicks and big egos. They usually get off before I even get started. But you… You’re so experienced. I have never been with a man like you.”
Lance did not know how much he ought to tell her about his transformation. The teen did not want to mention that he just lost his virginity to her. And bringing up Samson and the e-book might have sounded pretty insane.
“You’re right, babe,” he murmured. “I ain’t like other guys. Fate destined me to pleasure womankind.”
“Womankind, huh?” she chuckled with slight disbelief in the cocksman’s audacity.
Lance did not know where the words came from. It seemed as though Samson spoke through him.
“So you’re a big dick Casanova, is that it?” she continued, a hint of challenge in her voice.
“Yeah,” he answered without hesitation. “I’m big enough to share.”
Ending the discussion, he closed in for a kiss, the type of kiss that initiated another round. As they made out, Angela reached between his legs and gave his prick an affectionate squeeze.
“Holy shit!” she gushed. “You’re still hard as a rock.”
Lance hadn’t thought about that. He just wanted to get to work on her again. But it did seem odd. He usually needed at least a half-hour to recover.
“Let me slap on a condom,” he told her.
“Wait a sec, babe,” she said with just the slightest hesitation. “Could I clean up a bit first?”
She had a point. Lance had drenched her head to toe in semen.
“Of course, babe.”
Angela slid off the hood. She had a pack of baby wipes in the car and he thankfully had avoided spewing in her hair. But the one-man bukkake squad had doused just about everything else in his splooge. However, the wipes did not even start to clean up the mess he made.
“You wanna take a bath in the lake?” asked Lance.
“I didn’t bring a suit.”
“I didn’t either.”
“C’mon,” he told her. “The trailhead to the lake is right here.”
“Isn’t that trail like two miles long or something?”
“A mile-and-a-half but who’s counting?”
“I don’t know.”
“Don’t worry,” he reassured her. “I’ll carry you there.”
Before she could object, he swept the blonde up into his arms. Angela weighed nothing to him.
“Wait!” she laughed. “Aren’t we going to get dressed?”
“I’m wearing shoes.”
“And nothing else.”
She wasn’t wrong. But Lance didn’t give a fuck.
“Let’s hike naked. You only live once.”
10 MINUTES LATER
Hiking guides classified the Arrowhead Trail as “advanced.” Lance hiked it a couple years back. The trek nearly killed him. The hardest part involved climbing a notoriously steep hill that lay about halfway between the lake and the trailhead. A lot of hikers turned back at that point. But Lance forged ahead as if walking on air, despite the added load of a naked blonde in his arms.
Instead of winding him, the uphill gauntlet proved invigorating. His body responded to physical challenges by growing bigger and stronger. Lance kept having to remind himself that his days as a meek high school burnout had ended. He had transformed into a barbarian stud who could navigate difficult terrain in his sleep.
Lance paused when they reached a plateau. He gently set Angela down upon a smooth, flat rock.
“Are you tired?” asked Angela.
“No, just horny,” Lance smiled. Indeed, his erection throbbed at full mast.
“So, have you ever hikefucked?” he asked her.
Angela shook her head with disbelief. She only thought dudes like him existed in her fantasies.
Though not wearing a stitch of clothing, Angela had the foresight to take along her purse. She pulled out the long strip of Magnum XL’s and tore open another wrapper. The blonde suited him up faster than last time. Lance then hoisted the teen temptress into the air and mounted her on his cocktip. With her thighs balanced on his forearms, he lowered her body slowly but with unyielding strength. A quiet gasp escaped her lips as his prick hilted itself inside of her.
Lance turned to face the pathway up the hill. They still had a long way to go.
“Hold on!” she told him. “I almost forgot my purse.”
Angela picked her Louis Vuitton off the ground and hung the strap around his neck.
With that, Lance carried her up the trail. Angela squealed with every step as the teen stud made a point of gently bouncing her on his cock as they walked. Soon, the blonde stunner began panting and moaning, no longer able to think straight. She laced her fingers tight around his neck and locked her ankles behind his thrusting hips.
As they ascended the rocky pathway, Lance found himself grunting and groaning, his suave demeanor giving way to savage lust. His legs gained momentum and he nearly broke out into a run as they neared the hilltop. Upon reaching the peak, the raging studbeast pounded her, hoisting his eager conquest all the way up to the tip of his prick and slamming her down to his very thick hilt.
Try as she might to keep up with him, Angela was becoming less an active participant in their coupling and more just a sexy fuckdoll getting ravaged by an alpha stud. Beads of sweat flew through the air as their bodies slammed together. Torrents of pussy nectar splattered across the ground each time she came. Lance was out of control and loving it. He flung his head back and howled at the moon like some crazed wolf in heat.
“Come for me, babe!” he told Angela, fixing his gaze upon her once more.
Almost as soon as the words flew out of his mouth, she began to convulse violently. It almost seemed to Lance as if he cast a spell on her. His wish became her orgasm. That rocked. He was a fucking sex god.
“Do it again!” he demanded while bodily pounding her in a frenzy of thrusts.
This time, Angela’s whole body seized up and her eyes rolled back in her head. Lance continued his rut for a few more seconds before he realized what happened. He had “maxed her out.” That is, his lover had experienced such an intense release that she lost consciousness. Thankfully, Angela was fine. Though utterly limp, her chest still rose and fell with shallow breaths and her heart slowly decelerated from its mad gallop.
Lance unmounted Angela from his hips, slung her body over his shoulder, and began his downhill journey. He used the time to process a valuable lesson. Be careful what you wish for.
20 MINUTES LATER
Employing a formidable butterfly stroke, Lance knifed through the lake with the speed and skill of an Olympic athlete. Angela lounged upon a nearby rock. She had taken a dip earlier but now contented herself with admiring the seductive Poseidon from a distance.
Finally, he came ashore, the muscles of his naked body glistening in the moonlight. He looked like Jason Momoa from Aquaman if the actor had been a little sexier and had a much bigger dick.
“Wow,” gushed Angela. “Are you a competitive swimmer? You looked like Michael Phelps out there.”
“Nah,” Lance shook his head, brushing off her compliment. “Could you imagine me in a speedo?”
That cracked up Angela.
“Yeah,” she mused. “I can only imagine how other guys look at you in the shower.”
“How so?” he asked with a smug grin.
“You know damn well.”
“Enlighten me,” he insisted, anticipating her response yet also desiring confirmation of his phallic exceptionalism. Dirty talk about his equipment excited him and his limp dong grew hard as a rock in a matter of seconds.
“Every guy wants to know if size matters,” she began. “It does. That’s the truth. And you’re so fucking big.”
“Do you think I make them jealous?”
“Of course. Because it matters to ALL women.”
“Does it feel different?”
“Like duh. You made me come so hard that I blacked out. Hasn’t that ever happened before?”
Lance didn’t answer. In truth, the teen just lost his virginity to Angela so this actually was the first time it ever happened. But tonight would not be the last. Of that, he had no doubt.
Closing in on Angela in two grand strides, he snatched up her purse and pulled out the strip of condoms. There were still 8 or 9 left and they would need all of them before sunrise. Angela tore open a wrapper and began to suit him up with a Magnum XL. HIs hands slipped beneath her bottom and he plucked her off the ground. She instinctively wrapped her legs about his back.
“We better get back to the car,” he announced with a naughty grin. “I’d hate for you to break curfew.”
The teenage juggernaut walked with deliberate slowness towards the trail. Each step slid his shaft in and out of her wet cleft. Her nails dug into his shoulders as she tried to contain the scream that gathered in her throat. Just before she exploded in a loud cry, Lance covered her mouth with his and muffled it. The noise vibrated through him, the purest expression of feminine delight any man could hope to achieve.
The teen stud literally took her outburst in stride, continuing his journey up the trail as she squirmed in his arms. As the hill steepened, a fresh surge of adrenaline coursed through his veins, endowing him with newfound strength and energy. And virility. His erection throbbed with boundless potency, aroused at the thought of ravishing Angela and the next 5000 conquests that lay ahead.
After years of drifting, Lance Leo had found his calling. With the body of a god and the loins of a stallion, the teenage rakehell would dedicate himself to the art of physical love and quench the avid sensuality that lay in his wicked and wanton heart. He would make Samson proud.