I was a Teenage Sex God Ch. 02

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...

While excerpts from this book have appeared on this website previously, this new series will publish chapters from the Lance Leo saga in chronological order and with extensive revisions. For fans of my work, feel free to leave your comments. I would not do this if not for your kind words.

Finally, please note all characters that appear in this story are above the age of 18 and freely consent to the debauchery described herein. Enjoy...

Chapter Two: The Next Day

1pm

After losing his virginity to Angela and making love to her all night, Lance decided to sleep in. He would head to school after lunch period. The teen quietly opened the door to his pool house and scanned the backyard for signs of his stepfather. Since returning, they had avoided speaking face-to-face. Truth be told, the "new" muscled-up Lance seemed to intimidate him. He exuded a natural dominance that made a farce out of a typical father-son relationship.

However, that did not stop Mr. Leo from sending his stepson an angry e-mail that morning. Lance got an 'F' in math last semester. If he did not improve his grades, the teen would have to attend summer school. Normally, that would have freaked him out. Fortunately, he had a plan. Lance would fuck his math teacher Tina Nelson after school today in exchange for a passing grade.

2pm

For once, Lance showed up on time to class. He took a seat in the back row as usual. Unlike yesterday, the teen remained on his best behavior. His next move would have to be executed with discretion.

After the period ended, Lance stayed in his seat until the last student filed out. Tina then shut the door. The teacher clearly anticipated they would need some privacy. She also locked the door with a smile, signaling her consent to his advances.

Lance got out of his seat and slowly swaggered towards her. Despite his bold gambit, he felt unusually calm.

"So Tina," he said, bending down to whisper in her ear. "Are you ready for one of those private lessons today?"

"And what might that entail?" she answered with a wry grin.

6pm

THUMP! THUMP! THUMP!

The headboard violently slammed into the wall of Tina's bedroom. Her neighbors hadn't come back from work yet so no one heard the racket inside her apartment. Not that Lance would have given a fuck anyway...

"Come for me, babe!" he thundered. "Come on."

Tina was on all fours. Lance took her from behind, ramming into her with the speed and force of a locomotive. The whole bed shook with every thrust.

Seducing Tina had been easier than Lance ever thought possible. She gave him her home address after class and he buzzed her apartment at 4:30pm. Tina opened the door in lace bra and panties. Lance stripped his partner of her undergarments by 4:32pm. About three minutes after that, she led him into her bedroom.

Suddenly, her body began to stiffen and her vaginal muscles convulsed. Lance knew what this portended because it happened ten times so far that afternoon.

"Ohh... ohh... okay... ohh... GOD... HERE IT COMES.... NOW! AAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!"

Tina's limbs buckled and her body collapsed to the bed in a heap. He gently withdrew and rolled to the side of the bed to let her recover. Though she did not faint like Angela last night, Lance sensed his partner needed a break. Finally, she turned to him with a big smile on her face. The knockout did not try to hide the fact he rocked her world to the nth degree.

"Did I do OK, teach?" joked Lance.

"You know a big cock like that can get a guy in a lot of trouble," Tina noted.

"How so?"

"You'll find out sooner or later," she told him in a mysterious tone.

Lance did not ask her to elaborate. He had his own agenda. Before making his pitch, he climbed on top of Tina and planted a scorching kiss on her lips. That would get her halfway to 'yes.' At a minimum.

"Listen, teach," he told her. "I got a problem. My old man is pissed that I failed your class last semester. He says I'll need to take summer school if I don't improve."

"I teach summer school," she grinned. "Maybe I'd like for you to be in my class again."

"Well, you've got a choice to make. Would you like me in your classroom this summer? Or your bedroom?"

Tina responded by shoving her tongue in his mouth. She had made her decision.

FOUR HOURS LATER

"FUCK YEAH, BABE!" Lance growled as he savagely thrust his supersized love muscle into the squirming female beneath him. The teen was loving his first time with an older woman. Though most teachers at Peoria Tech had grown long in the tooth, Tina was a cougar with a capital C. At 35, the Iraq War veteran still sported a slim-and-stacked body that turned heads at the gym where she worked out two hours a day.

As he reached her innermost depths, Tina cried out in pleasure. Her voice sounded hoarse after shrieking out his name one time too many. How long had they been going at it? She came home from work at 4:30 and the clock on the wall had just passed 9pm. Holy. Fucking. Shit. It was crazy. It was wrong. It was amazing. Tina understood the risks of sleeping with a student. The kid was half her age. She could have been his mother for Chrissakes.

Moreover, Tina was nobody's fool. Men only wanted one thing from her and she had little inclination to give it to them. So why Lance? The answer did not manifest itself in thoughts so much as sensations. Tina was floating in a sea of bliss right now. Her veins flowed with Oxytocin. Lance was her love drug.

She knew her desire for him had a scientific explanation. Even though a stable relationship was supposed to be built on trust, a woman still wanted the biggest, strongest man she could find. Even if he acted like a moron sometimes, she felt safe with an alpha stud like Lance. It didn't matter that they no longer lived in caves. Females naturally fell for confident bad boys that could give them multiple orgasms.

Speaking of orgasms, she could not deny the allure of his prick. Tina never fancied herself a size queen but Lance was quickly spoiling her for other men. It hurt a bit the first time but now she craved the way his giant organ stretched her out and filled her up. With each body-shattering climax, Tina felt closer and closer to him. The feeling may have been illusory but it still bonded them on a primal level.

She felt his thrusting hips grind to a halt. His tool throbbed inside of her more insistently than before. He was very close. Her lover didn't moan so much as roar his pleasure. After all, he was Lance Leo, the fucking lion. In a flash, his entire body stiffened. His face lit up like lightning before a storm.

Tina braced herself for his onslaught. In physical terms, the teenage bodybuilder stood a foot taller than his partner and outweighed her twice over in sheer muscle mass. Even when Lance tried to be gentle, she could not help but feel plundered underneath the lust-crazed juggernaut. In heat, his lovemaking became almost savage.

"MOTHERFUCKER!!" he thundered. Though Tina heard it before, the volume of his deafening yell still startled her. The bed shook ominously as a full-body climax overtook the teen stud. Even with his cock sheathed in a Magnum XL, Tina could feel him violently tossing off inside of her. His ejaculation grew so forceful that she feared his phallic artillery might rupture the condom. And his crescendo just went on and on and on. Lance's orgasmic firepower seemed inexhaustible.

Tina felt very close. An unbearably blissful tension coiled inside of her, tighter and tighter. She dug her nails into his broad shoulders. She rocked her hips furiously against his crotch. She held on for dear life. Tina screamed, partly in pleasure, partly in shock at the enormity of the pleasure she experienced. She felt wetness sliding down her face as tears squirt out of her eyes. It was so much... too much... and she never wanted it to stop.

The onrush of tempestuous bliss shot up to a blinding peak. Then, slowly and steadily, the turbulence gave way to a tingling serenity. For the first time in her life, Tina knew what it meant to be spent. Her limbs felt limp and heavy. Every muscle in her body felt relaxed.

When she opened her eyes, Lance's face hovered mere inches above. He had been watching her response to him closely.

"Oh," she finally said, the utterance partly a sigh, partly an acknowledgment of his presence.

"Oh, indeed," he replied with a smile. "So tell me, babe, was that better than what you read about in Cosmo?"

The jocular tone of his remark didn't bother Tina. His badinage lightened the emotional burden of their encounter.

"Not quite," she told him sarcastically. "But we can try again."

Lance didn't answer. He gently withdrew from her and crawled out of bed. Tina gazed in awe as he carefully unsheathed his Magnum XL. It looked like a half-filled water balloon. He had blown an incredibly huge load. Lance quickly tied off the condom to avoid any leakage. He then went into her bathroom to flush it down the toilet.

Her naked lover emerged from the bathroom and crawled back into bed. He knelt above her supine form and bent down to kiss her goodnight. Tina's lips parted and she met his tongue stroke for stroke. Lance finally pulled back with a flirtatious smile.

"To be continued," he informed her.

She mock-groaned. Actually, it was late. He got out of bed and started to dress. Tina wouldn't have kicked him out of her bed but they both recognized the need for boundaries.

"Are you going home to sleep already?" she asked.

"I'm going home to look at porn on my laptop," he joked.

"You guys are all the same."

"Yeah, except I have to jack off with two hands."

"I love..." she paused, letting the words hang in the air. "Your big dick."

"I love it too," he smiled. "Sweet dreams, hon."

11pm

Lance sped down the road at 100MPH. Riding his motorcycle helped clear his head.

In truth, the horny teen had no plans to look at porn that night. He overhead talk at school about a big party that night. The hostess was Morgan and today was her 18^th birthday. Lance saw the homecoming queen from a distance in the hallways. She looked cute. He decided to go to her party. And, if she proved willing, he would fuck her.

Even though Lance didn't know Morgan's exact address, her McMansion was the only home lit up this late. He hung a left and slowed his Harley to 50mph. Parking sucked. SUV's and luxury cars clogged both sides of her street. Without a second thought, Lance revved the engine of his cycle and drove onto the manicured lawn of Morgan's manse. He hopped off his bike.

A few teens stood outside. They gave him the fisheye. The stranger breezed past them with a slight nod. The joint was packed. Katy Perry blasted on the stereo. Lance weaved his way through the crowd. He never saw so many cute girls in one place before. A few smoldering looks got sent his way. So did a few nasty ones. The jocks did not welcome his arrival.

Lance walked into the back yard. The crowd thinned out. A couple preppies shared a joint by the pool. Three women. Two guys. Lance made the blonde for Morgan. She wore at T-shirt that read 'Kiss me. It's my 18^th birthday.'

"Who's that guy by the pool?" asked Brian.

"He looks like a biker," noted Alex.

"Or a druggie," chimed in Kelly.

"Did you invite him?" queried Alicia.

"I'll handle this," declared Morgan.

The blonde locked eyes with Lance. He smiled back and crooked his index finger: "Come Hither." She walked up.

"Hey," she said.

"Hey, back," he replied.

"You know this is like a private party."

"Sorry to crash. I just wanted to wish you a happy birthday, Morgan."

"You might want to go."

"I'll go. But I had a present for you."

"A present?" she asked incredulously.

"Meet me upstairs in 20," he told her quietly. "For your present."

"Dream on."

Morgan and Lance went their separate ways.

"What did he say to you?" asked Alicia.

"Nothing," Morgan lied.

Lance walked back inside. He had twenty minutes to kill until his fuck session with Morgan. The teen Lothario had no doubt she would be waiting upstairs for him. Despite her rudimentary 'bitch shield,' his rugged manner and appearance clearly aroused the girl.

On an intellectual level, Lance understood his actions were bold, even reckless. The teen just crashed the party of the most popular senior in the student body. He parked his motorcycle on her front lawn. When she asked him to leave, he propositioned her. At no point in the past ten minutes had his pulse cracked forty beats a minute. He should have experienced fear but didn't. In fact, that emotion had become virtually unknown to him over the last few weeks.

Since his transformation, Lance lost any sense of anxiety in social or sexual situations. While most guys his age found speaking with girls to be awkward and intimidating, Lance only experienced lust and desire. Every which way he turned, the teen stud saw attractive females to seduce. They met his longing gaze with hungry looks of their own.

"Yo, Fabio!" called a woman from behind.

Lance spun on his heel. Though he didn't understand her reference to the Italian romance cover model, she clearly wanted to speak to him. The brunette had a nice body. But she wore a bit too much eye shadow. And her breath stank of cheap wine.

"So what's the deal, dude?" she slurred. "You're not from around here."

He took a step back. She took a step forward. Lance winced. The girl seemed determined to occupy his personal space.

"Is that a sock in your pants?" she asked. Lance responded with a puzzled glance. She grabbed his crotch to clarify her inquiry. He got the point.

"No, darling," he explained patiently. "I did not augment my bulge through artificial means. Nature endowed me with a huge cock."

The woman cracked up. Lance took another step back. She staggered forward and grabbed his shoulder for support. Lance suspected she might puke on him. Without missing a beat, he swept the woman off the ground in a fireman's carry and deposited her on the nearest couch.

"You should fuck her," a farm boy with a crew cut told him. He saw everything go down.

"Not my style," Lance responded. "Besides, I am going upstairs to bang Morgan in ten minutes."

Farm boy cracked up.

"You're funny, man. But she's right. You're not from around here. Do you plan on trying out for the football team?"

"Why?"

"Cause you're a head taller than everybody in this room. A guy like you could mow down the defensive line."

"Does your team have cheerleaders?"

"Fuck, yeah! This is the U. S. of A., bro."

"Duly noted."

Lance bid him adieu and looked for the stairs. No one saw him go up. The hallway was empty. He turned a corner. Morgan was already waiting for him. She silently pointed to her bedroom. They went inside. She closed the door behind them.

"Don't tell me," he smirked. "You've never done something like this before."

She nodded quietly. Yes, Morgan had "done it." But, NO, not "like this."

Truth be told, Lance hadn't "done something like this" until 48 hours ago. However, he knew about "hookup culture." It sounded like a blast for a guy like him.

"Don't worry," he reassured her. "I've been with a lot of girls. You're going to love this."

Morgan experienced a surprising sense of calm. She actually believed him. The stranger was direct but not physically aggressive. And he fit the part of a seasoned playboy. Lance resembled a young Antonio Banderas with his Latin looks and long licorice locks. The teen hunk had popped up on the popular clique's radar almost from the second he arrived at school the other day. "OMG! OMG!" announced the first of many texts that vibrated through her phone that day. "The new STUDent is HOTT!"

Lance pulled down the shades of her windows and turned to her. "Do you want to open your present, birthday girl?" he asked.

Morgan paused. She had popped an E-pill or two earlier that night but the love buzz had not clouded her judgment. The teen queen wanted this as much as he did. However, she had to make him work for it just a little bit.

"Take your shirt off first," Morgan finally answered, deflecting his question. Lance tore off his tank top to reveal his flamboyantly muscular physique. OMG! OMG! Morgan instinctively compared him with her last boyfriend. Steve played varsity football. He looked good in the buff. But Lance belonged to another league. His torso flared out in a dramatic 'V' like the hood of a king cobra. He had arms that outsized her thighs. And Lance didn't have a six-pack. He had a perfectly sculpted eight-pack. Morgan only saw guys like him on Game of Thrones. They didn't live in Peoria.

Lance flexed and posed a bit with a mischievous grin. He bounced his massive pecs one at a time, then both at once. His ironic expression appeared to say, "Yes, I am a championship bodybuilder but I also admit the sport is a bit ridiculous." Morgan giggled but she also was impressed. He looked really, really strong.

She couldn't help but think of Steve. Her ex had passed out somewhere downstairs. She wondered what would happen if he was drunk and stupid enough to stop by her room in hopes of a whiskey dick quickie. Steve would not be cool with this guy. He probably would try to start something. And this dude looked quite capable of beating the crap out of him.

"You like?" he asked.

"I'm still not there yet," she smiled with an encouraging amount of flirtation. "Take off your jeans."

Lance immediately popped open the button fly and dropped his pants. Morgan dropped her jaw. The teen hunk could have modeled underwear for Calvin Klein save for one flaw. Though calling it a "flaw" might have been uncharitable. He had a log inside his skivvies about as large as her forearm. There was no mistaking his length or width or its plump, pulsing shape. The massive bulge ran parallel to his waistband all the way to the very outside of his thigh.

"Happy Birthday, Morgan," he said with a Cheshire grin. "Time to unwrap your gift."

"You know," she half-joked. "You seem pretty full of yourself."

"I am. And soon you will be full of myself too."

Morgan laughed. The guy was cocky but he could afford to be. Lance was incredibly sexy. Morgan sidled up to him. She dipped her finger below his waistband, pulled it out, and let go. It snapped against his lower abs.

"So what are we going to do about this?" she asked him.

"Don't worry about that," he whispered, his tone more serious than before. "This really ought to be your night, girl. I'll do anything you want. Honest." Lance closed in for a kiss. She melted into his arms. Morgan knew in her heart that he was a shameless Don Juan. But she didn't care. Who could resist a bad boy that rode in on a Harley?