THREE DAYS LATER
The school bell rang. Teens flooded the hallway. Students had five minutes to get to their next class. Lance dialed the combination to his locker. There were no textbooks inside. In fact, the shelves were empty except for an empty box of condoms that contained a dime bag of weed. Lance shut the door to reveal Luna standing just a couple feet away. The emo babe looked good. She wore a bright red, low-cut crop top that spelled out SAVAGE in gold letters. Very ironic and even sexier.
"Hello there," she beamed.
"You stalking me again?" he joked. "I thought I gave you my phone number."
"I texted you three times today. You never wrote me back."
Lance pulled out his mobile and scrolled the touchscreen. Since that morning, he had 57 unanswered text messages, 19 missed calls, and 4 voicemails. He didn't recognize all the numbers but the list included a lot of previous hookups and a couple prospects.
"Sorry, babe. I sort of got a backlog here."
"Well, let's cut to the chase. What are you doing for Prom?"
"Nothing. I hate that shit."
Lance found the dance to be a sore subject. Despite all the hoopla about the prom, he felt a bit weird about asking out one of his friends with benefits. Lance was not the sort of guy that girls took home to their parents. Of course, he wasn't the only student that felt left out at Peoria Tech that week. Luna might have looked hot but her status as the 'school slut' made the emo fox an untouchable for certain social events. She was not popular so much as notorious.
"Aw, c'mon," she coaxed him. "I'll make it worth your while."
"I don't need a fucking limo and corsage to get laid."
"Well, you sort of would be going on a double-date."
"I ain't sharing a limo with some dude."
"Who said anything about a dude? I meant that Raven also needs a date to the prom. Remember her?"
"You spoke to Raven?" asked Lance, barely able to contain his excitement. Rumors abounded that Luna and Raven were bi and had been getting horizontal on a regular basis. A deleted Instagram post with the pair in a liplock added grist to the mill. More than intrigued, Lance casually mentioned the possibility of a threeway the last time he hooked up with Luna. She didn't commit at the time but whatevs... It was ON!
"Between you and me, Raven is looking for a friend with a large benefit package" Luna whispered in his ear as her hand traveled down his thigh. "A really large one." She grabbed Lance's junk through his sweatpants and gave it a firm squeeze. YOW!
Lance had to use every last ounce of his very limited teenage willpower to stay calm. Even though Samson maintained a low profile as of late, Lance always felt his alter ego lurking in the background. Personally, Lance found the barbarian sex god to be a 1st class badass. However, his manner was, to put it mildly, uncouth. That dude might have had game in 10,000 BC but not in 2022.
On top of that, Lance had gone commando that day. After making love to Nicole all morning, the stoner was running late. With only ten minutes before first period, he had to dress, hop on his Harley, and speed off to class. The horny teen knew the risks. Like any young man, he experienced spontaneous erections. But his tool grew A LOT bigger and harder than other guys. He had nowhere to hide it.
"Lance?" giggled Luna. "Are you high or something?"
"Oh, sorry," Lance finally answered. He had zoned out with all this Samson business.
"Anyway, Raven's parents are going to be out of town next weekend," she continued. "We'll have her place to ourselves."
"I'll think about it," he said, trying to keep a straight face.
"I can tell you're thinking about it already," smiled Luna. Lance played it cool but his excitement was palpable below the belt. His tool started jutting out from the leg of his sweatpants with the subtlety of a lead pipe. Lance had wanted to up his game to threesomes but hadn't found the right opportunity yet. Instead, the opportunity had just found him.
The school bell rang.
"Gotta go," she told him and walked off. FUCK! Luna left him high and dry.
Lance could feel a major episode coming on. He had only seconds to get out of sight before Samson took over. With his prick tenting his sweats, the horny teen shuffled into a nearby bathroom. He locked the door behind him and checked it twice. Lance could not afford another run-in with Steve Knight or his lackeys. Ripping a sink out of the wall had been fun but he could not make a habit out of it. Officer Sanchez already had the heavy metal hoodlum on her radar.
Suddenly, he felt the barbarian's voice exploding from his mouth in a ferocious roar: "BOW DOWN TO THE HERCULES OF SEX!!!" His pole violently lurched upward in his sweatpants, tenting the fabric with obscene exuberance. The organ began to pulsate as if it were on the verge of ejaculating. Lance had just enough presence of mind to pull down his sweats in case he blew.
The episode lasted about twenty seconds. It was short but intense. All his muscles clenched at once. He could hear his heart pounding in his ears. Then this electric feeling of POWER began to surge through his body. He felt like he could lift 1000 pounds or bang 20 girls in a row. Somehow, Lance knew this feeling was how Samson felt all the time. That concept blew his mind. How could anyone experience so much pleasure? It was his last thought before blacking out...
A few seconds later, Lance found himself standing in the middle of the bathroom with his sweatpants pooled around his feet. He had gotten lucky this time. Samson didn't break anything. However, he left the teen with a huge hard-on. Lance stared down at his endowment. Dayum! His cock looked bigger than ever. Last month, Lance measured ten-and-a-half inches. Today, his erection probably cracked eleven at full-mast. The doctors warned him he might still grow but no one knew for sure. Well, now he knew...
His gaze still fixed upon his tool, Lance could not resist touching it. His heart began to speed up. Since his transformation, the teen developed all sorts of new turn-ons. Among the craziest, he got turned on by the size of his erect penis. Feeling its weight pulling down on his pelvic muscles, enjoying the pulse of blood through its jugular-thick veins, watching the organ grow inch after inch... And, most of all,
knowing
he was bigger than any other teen in America.
That got his dick hard.
Unfortunately, his turn-on presented a dilemma. Becoming aroused by your own erection sustained your erection. You ended up in a state of perpetual claw-at-the-turf lust. And there was only one way to break that fever.
Lance never jacked himself off in a public place before. Sure, he had banged a couple cheerleaders in the girls' locker room but those acts seemed more edgy than taboo.
Masturbating
at school felt downright perverted. Couldn't he keep it in his pants? But, as images of Raven and Luna flashed through his mind, he instinctively began to stroke his shaft in both hands...
The horny teen thought about all the positions he would try out with two girls and how hard they would come on his supersized schlong. Suddenly, his tool began to vibrate. He could feel his balls rumbling. Going for broke, he gripped his shaft and aimed the knob at a sink.
It was a powerful orgasm, almost as good as when he banged a chick. Boasting an average of three or four hookups per day, Lance had forgotten the joy of masturbation. And the volume of his cumshot blew his mind. He filled half the sink with hot creamy spunk! While his ejaculations always proved unusually robust, this load seemed impressive even for the ultra-virile megastud.
After running the sink to drain his discharge, Lance pulled up his sweats and tried his best to make himself presentable. Tumescent or no, he retained the dopey expression of a dude who just enjoyed a very satisfying wank. Unlocking the door, Lance tiptoed into the back of his language arts class. To his dismay, his priapic pole began to grow erect with each step until it tented the front of his sweats once more. Mr. Lynn tried to ignore it but not a few girls began to snicker quietly. Normally, Lance would have been embarrassed but his mind had drifted elsewhere. Just the thought of those bi-babes together got him hot and bothered. He didn't know how he could wait until Saturday for the dance.
A WEEK LATER
Back home, Nicole helped Lance get dressed for the big night. They stood before the large mirror mounted on top of her vanity. The bare-chested Adonis struck a pose. Lance looked strong and dominant with arms akimbo. The teen bodybuilder could have modeled for Calvin Klein had it not been for the obscene bulge in his underwear. A guy like him clearly required specialty apparel.
"I hope you're not jealous," he told the foxy cougar as she handed him the dress slacks for his tuxedo.
"Don't give yourself too much credit, kid," she laughed.
Lance had been hooking up with Nicole a lot lately but the two of them agreed to keep things casual. Neither wanted things to get
incestuous
so to speak. While they shared a bond, Nikki was nobody's fool. She knew better than to crowd him. Lance was a bad boy with a big cock. Not a soul mate. To her credit, his stepmother discouraged him from stealing cars and doing hard drugs. She re-directed his aggressive tendencies into productive pursuits like football and bodybuilding.
Coach Walker had spoken to Nicole yesterday for the first time. Apparently, her stepson had demonstrated so much potential on the gridiron that he could get an athletic scholarship virtually anywhere.
If he didn't get expelled
. Unfortunately, that was hardly a given.
And then there was his audacious womanizing. His relentless libido knew no bounds. In addition to their daily hookup, he usually bedded two or three more girls with seductive ease. His promiscuity did not thrill her but what could she do? The MILF had even less of an excuse to sleep with the teen than girls his own age. After all, she was supposed to be the responsible one. But a woman wanted what a woman wanted. So she bought her charge a lifetime supply of Magnum XL condoms and warned him to behave discreetly.
Lance shimmied into his slacks. After struggling to secure the top button, he yanked up the zipper. It got caught halfway up.
"These pants don't fit," he complained.
"I ordered a 34 inch waist just as you requested."
