Author's Note: Greetings! I am Rubirosa, the authorized biographer of celebrity porn star SAMSON. He is paying me a lot of money to chronicle his sexual exploits in a multi-volume memoir that will run more than a million words.
The first volume, "I Was A Teenage Sex God," focuses on our hero's youthful adventures when the ladies still knew him as LANCE LEO.
Like many of his peers, Lance spent much of high school as a shiftless stoner and hopeless virgin. On the night of his 18th birthday, however, a mysterious hiccup in the space-time continuum transformed him into a barbarian sex god from a galaxy far, far away.
Endowed with Herculean strength and godlike charisma, Lance did not use his superpowers to fight crime or save the world. The teen used them to get laid.
This story chronicles the chaos that ensued...
TWIMC, all characters that appear in this story are above the age of 18 and freely consent to the debauchery described herein. Enjoy...
Chapter Three: Weekend Wildman
Lance slept in again. He awoke to his phone vibrating with numerous texts.
Angela and Tina flooded his phone with nudes. They sounded ready for a rematch. However, Lance decided to write back later. He knew he could fuck them whenever he wanted.
Instead, the teen opted for a late morning workout. After taking a big rip from his bong, he searched his room for some dumbbells. He found a pair of 75-pounders under a pile of discarded clothes.
With minimal effort, Lance began to do slow and steady lifts. He stood before a tall mirror to "observe his technique." That was bullshit of course. In truth, he had become extremely vain about his transformed physique. Fuck, yeah! He looked like Jason Momoa with a porn star cock. Dropping the weights to the floor with a loud thud, the teenage strongman began to pose and thought about all the chicks he wanted to bang today.
Suddenly, a rush of adrenaline slammed into his brain and his mighty organ sprang to life. BOI-OI-OI-OING! It went from flaccid to rock-hard in a matter of seconds, inflating in his underwear like a helium tank filling a balloon. The lightning-quick erection immediately tented his briefs until RRRRRRRIP! His big knob tore right through the fraying fabric.
The horny teenager stared at his throbbing python in the mirror with awe. Lance could not control his dick anymore. It controlled him. His rational mind was withering away, making him a slave to his most primal urges and impulses. He had become like the Incredible Hulk. Well, sort of... While the comic book character kept his pants on, Lance popped a massive boner that could bust right through the fly of his jeans. And stress and anger did not trigger him like Bruce Banner. Nope, he "hulked out" after experiencing sexual arousal. Who said puberty wasn't fun?
TWO MINUTES LATER
Lance let his beast go limp and put on a fresh pair of underwear. He then mounted his smartphone on top of the mirror, opened the video app, and hit record. The teen stood before the camera and began to flex his giant guns. RRRRRRIP! His ballooning boner immediately shredded his briefs.
"HULK WANT PUSSY!" Lance roared laughingly while thumping his massive pecs. Without a second thought, he sent the vid to Morgan. The cheerleader's text bubble with three dots appeared almost immediately.
"OMG! You're such a clown," she wrote. "A really sexy clown."
"In case the message of that video was unclear," he answered. "Let me be blunt.
Would you like me to pound you tonight?"
"Midnight?"
"How about right now?"
"The parents came back from vacation. They won't hear us at midnight tho."
"They will hear us if I make you come as hard as last night. Looking forward to eating your pussy. Bye."
Lance looked forward to his late-night rendez-vous but the lusty Lothario would have to endure nearly 12 hours of abstinence before getting to nail Morgan. He considered whether to choose Angela or Tina to be his lover for the afternoon. Both had their charms. However, he had a more urgent issue to address. His condom supply was running low...
20 MINUTES LATER
The bell jingled as Lance walked through the door of the convenience store. A goth babe sat behind the counter. They were alone. She followed the stranger in the security mirror as he walked into the drug aisle. The teen returned a moment later and plonked two 12-pack boxes of Magnum XL's onto the counter.
He looked the cashier up and down. Goth. Early 20s. Buxom. Jet black hair flowed down her shoulder on one side and was buzz-cut on the other. Either unconsciously or by design, her pierced tongue licked a black-lacquered lip. Without a doubt, she was checking him out too.
Lance wore a sleeveless denim vest. It used to be a jeans jacket but he outgrew the garment since his transformation. In order to accommodate his broad shoulders and giant arms, he cut off the sleeves and left the front unbuttoned. That gave the goth goddess a fine view of his insanely muscular physique.
"Hot date tonight?" the goth finally smiled.
"Actually, I am lining up TWO dates for tonight," he explained boldly but not untruthfully. "So I've got to stock up on supplies."
"Jesus," she laughed incredulously. "You're pretty cavalier."
Lance gave the cashier two twenties and she rang up his bulk purchase. As the goth gave him the change, her hand accidentally touched his and an electric current surged through. They leered at each other for a moment, not moving or speaking.
"I'm free all afternoon," he finally said.
"I get off work in 20 minutes," she told him without blinking.
Jeanie did not understand why she accepted his proposition. He looked like trouble. But that might have been exactly the reason she went for him. This dude had this sexy badass quality that turned her on. She never had met anyone quite like him.
20 MINUTES LATER
Jeanie held on tight to Lance as they raced down the road on his Harley. He kept to the speed limit so as to not scare his passenger. They weren't even wearing helmets. Lance had one but never used it. He loved the feeling of the wind blowing through his magnificent mane of long black hair.
Up ahead, the green light turned yellow. Lance briefly thought of speeding up to make it through the intersection but he was too far away. So he reluctantly braked. A minute passed. Then another minute. The light stayed red. Lance quickly grew impatient. He always got stuck at this stoplight.
"Run it," Jeanie urged him. She felt strangely bold with him. His chaotic energy was contagious.
Without a second thought, Lance sped right through the red. His foot crushed the gas pedal and the motorcycle took off like a bat out of hell. The needle spiked to 100MPH in under a minute.
Jeanie clung to him. The rumble of the bike between her legs left his passenger panting with desire. She felt soaking wet down there. And, to make things even hotter, he crouched forward and pulled up on the handlebars at the same time. The center of gravity suddenly shifted as the bike popped a wheelie. The vehicle cruised down the road for the longest ten seconds of her life before the front wheel hit the pavement again.
They reached the back entrance to his house a couple minutes later. He tapped in a code and the gate swung open. The driveway led to the pool house.
"Is this all yours?" asked Jeanie, not unimpressed by the luxurious property.
"Sorta," he answered vaguely. His father had just left on another long trip so he would have the place to himself for a while.
