I was a Teenage Sex God Ch. 09

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 exploits as a lusty high school gigolo and championship bodybuilder when the ladies still knew him as LANCE LEO.

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...

8pm

Lance stepped out onto the football field. This was his first game ever. Coach Walker had kept him on the bench for the first half of the game which was now tied 28-28.

Most dudes in his cleats would feel pretty nervous right now. There were hundreds of students in the stands and even a college recruiter from Ohio State had come to see him in action. However, Lance found himself bored shitless. Nothing ever happened in this game. Football consisted of brief bursts of action interspersed with endless time-outs, marching bands, and penalty kicks.

Worst of all, he was confined to a sideline bench without a decent view of the cheerleaders on the field. Watching Morgan and her girlfriends shake their asses for the team was about the only redeeming part of this silly spectacle.

"Lance!" yelled Coach Walker. "Did you hear me? You're on. Getting on the fricking field!"

Oops! Lance had zoned out. After slapping on his helmet, the quarterback ran out onto the field. At least, he now could catch a glimpse of the cheerleaders. And, hopefully, he'd have his dick inside one of them in a couple hours.

After the coach barked some orders he didn't remember, Lance took his position. After grabbing the snap from the center, the quarterback was supposed to throw a forward pass to another player on offense. However, with his heart pumping adrenaline, Lance forgot the playbook. Instead, he burst through the line of scrimmage and ran downfield, leaving a literal dust cloud in his wake.

As the juggernaut charged forward, the opposing team's players charged at him for a tackle. But he simply plowed through his opponents like a bulldozer, knocking them left and right out of his path. For every ten yards gained, the crowd erupted in cheers. Everyone leapt to their feet, chanting "Lance! Lance! Lance!"

Before long, Lance saw the end zone up ahead and knew that he had done it; nothing on this earth now could stop him from making a rushing touchdown! Just before he scored, however, one last player from the opposing team stepped into his path. He was a big guy, almost as wide and tall as Leo. Instead of dodging him, the star player kept running directly at his foe - only for this final defender to be knocked flat onto his back from the brute force of his forward momentum.

The star athlete crossed the goal line with a thunderous victory yell and triumphantly raised both arms in celebration! The stands exploded with applause as everyone cheered wildly for their hero who had just made an epic touchdown run!

Adding to the drama of the moment, a heavy rain began to fall. It had been drizzling for the whole game but now a powerful electrical storm ensued. A deafening roar shook the stands. Piercing, jagged streaks of lightning lit up the sky and a powerful, torrential downpour descended upon the field.

Lance knew instinctively that Samson had summoned this storm. The barbarian sex god had blessed his athletic victory with an electrifying display of power.

The ref immediately called a rain delay and Lance headed back to the sidelines. However, he did not walk a dozen steps before the cheerleaders mobbed him. They swarmed the star player from all directions, running their hands all over his body, grabbing his biceps and ass cheeks.

Lance chuckled to himself. The horny teen wished he could take all the cheerleaders back to the locker room and bang them in the shower like he did to Bev Johnson. While post-game orgy might been a bit fanciful -- even for him, a more plausible scenario had formed in his perverted imagination...

Last night, Tanya had started a group chat with him and Kate. That struck him as a bit unusual. He had carried on separate affairs with both cheerleaders but they both kept their hookups on the lowdown....

"Hey, Lance," texted Tanya. "Kate and I have been talking, and we have some questions we think you should answer."

"Sure," he texted back. "What's up, ladies?"

"You know what it's about," Kate answered cryptically.

"Let's meet up after the game tomorrow," Tanya added.

Lance texted them a few times but neither responded again. At first, he became concerned that Kate and Tanya were genuinely mad at him. Despite Lance's repeated warnings that he was a lust-crazed Casanova with a heart of ice, the cheerleaders still could act out emotionally. Sometimes the girls would complain if he didn't text them back right away. Or he'd try to join a conversation huddle, and they'd ignore him.

However, instead of bitching him out, Kate and Tanya snuck up behind him and massaged his broad shoulders.

"Hey, champ," Kate smiled flirtatiously.

"You ready for tonight?" asked Tanya.

"Sure," Lance nodded, unsure what crazy plan they'd cooked up for him.

"How about you swing by Tanya's place around midnight," added Kate. "We've got some remarks on your performance."

Lance smiled back at them. He strongly suspected they wanted a threesome with him. An instant later, Lance sprouted such a ragingly hard erection that it practically ripped through the laces of his jockstrap. Even though Coach Walker spent months finding a custom-sized model for his huge penis, it only fit his organ when limp.

The girls giggled at his swift response. Tanya gave his bulge an affectionate squeeze: "Looks like you're already ready for later." Lance hastily excused himself. He knew better not to screw up what promised to be one of the hottest nights of his life.

11:30pm

Exhibition games between high school football teams almost never happened. But Coach James Walker called in some favors with a local athletic organization to organize tonight's match. He needed to get Lance Leo on to the radar of Big 10 Schools as quickly as possible. Most college football prospects got discovered earlier. Recruiters usually started following promising players when they were freshmen. But Leo was already 18. There wasn't much time to develop him. The Peoria Panthers would only get two seasons with Lance before graduation.

They played the exhibition match against the Cantonville Cougars. The team kicked Peoria Tech's ass the last three years running. But the coach knew Leo would change this.

He didn't disappoint. The game was tied 28-28 in the third quarter when the rookie stepped onto the field. The first play he ran for a 71-yard touchdown. After the rain stopped, the Panthers won 56-28. Lance was bigger, faster, and stronger than any player he ever saw.

Eager to kick back and celebrate, Coach Walker joined Jerry Spinks for a beer at a sports bar. Jerry was a local boy who now worked as a recruiter for Ohio State. Walker knew him since 7th Grade.

"So what do you think of Lance?" Walker asked, knowing the answer already.

"I think Ohio will offer him a generous scholarship to enroll. Honestly, he could go directly to the NFL if it were allowed."

"Was I right? I've never seen anything like him in 30 years of coaching. And to think he never played in his life. I don't use the phrase 'athletic prodigy' very often but that fits him to a T."

As Coach Walker spoke, he noticed Jerry fidgeting in his seat. His foot bounced incessantly. Something was on his mind.

"Hey, pal," Walker told him, patting his old friend on the knee. "What's with all the jittering?"

His foot-bouncing slowed but he clearly had to get something off his chest.

"As you know, Ohio State does a lot of research before we even visit a potential recruit," Jerry began. "For instance, the school takes a hard line on anyone with a criminal record. We can't risk the reputation of the team. There's $100 million of licensing at stake."

"Cut to the chase, Jer..."

"Listen, this isn't a dealbreaker but I want to be up front with you," Jerry explained. "Part of our background check involves digging through a recruit's social media. And calling Leo 'sexually precocious' would be an understatement. Being a horndog isn't a crime but these are not the usual high school shenanigans. He posts dozens of lewd selfies with different women, some of whom are well into adulthood. And the kid leaves all these suggestive remarks in the comments section."

"Christ almighty, Jer!" Walker protested. "Are you goddamn university people so goddamn woke that you won't let a young man sow his wild oats anymore?"

Jerry found out exactly what Walker feared he'd find out. Lance had created a uniquely tense situation on the team due to his 'extracurricular activities.' According to the locker room grapevine, he was regularly hooking up with four or five different cheerleaders, all of whom formerly dated other players on the team. And then there was that jockstrap of his. The rest of the team probably suffered from a case of penis envy...

"I'm not telling you anything you probably don't know already," Jerry explained. "But this ain't your father's college football team. A recruit like him could be worth millions in endorsement deals. But the media is gonna put Leo under a microscope. Tell him to clean his act up."

"Alright, Jer," Walker told him. "I think it's a steaming bucket of horse-pucky but I'll have a word with him."

TEN MINUTES LATER

Today was a day of firsts for Lance. He won his first high school football game and became an instant legend at Peoria Tech. Much as the stoner disdained sports, it felt damn good to score a touchdown with a thousand or so people cheering him in the stands.

And, to celebrate, the star player was about to enjoy another first. Even though Lance had seduced five cheerleaders on the squad, he never did two at once.

In Tanya's bedroom, the scent of sex hung heavy in the air, a delicious combination of sweat, perfume, and wet pussy. The two senior hotties were illuminated only by candlelight. Tanya lay spread eagle on her bed, her legs apart and hips raised so Kate could eat her strawberry blonde pussy.

The young ladies moved in perfect harmony with each other. Lance could tell these chicks had made it before. Even though he had banged them both on separate occasions, they had kept their girl-girl action on the low down. He never would have known about their relationship had they not propositioned him for a post-game threesome. Generally, cheerleaders proved to be squares so tonight's hookup came as a special treat.

Lance sat nude in an armchair at bedside and quietly jacked off as soft moans and sighs echoed through the bedroom. Their breathing slowly became more labored, punctuated with occasional cries of pleasure. The whole scene felt unbearably erotic. Like some fancy softcore film on cable.

BZZZZ! BZZZZ! BZZZZ!

Oops. Lance forgot to turn off his mobile.

Kate lifted up her head from between Tanya's thighs. "Seriously?" she scolded him. "Can't you mute your phone even for this?"

"Sorry, babe," he apologized, leaping out of his seat and searching for his iPhone amongst a discarded pile of clothing. Finally, he found the offending device in his jeans. The Caller ID blazed bright with Coach Walker's name. Why the fuck was he bothering him on a Friday night? Happy to remain cocooned in his bubble of ignorance, Lance declined the call with a swift swipe.

Lucky for him, Tanya and Kate had resumed their lesbian lovefest in the meantime. Both of them definitely made the cut. Tanya was a natural blonde with full lips, big blue eyes and generous curves. Her partner Kate was a slimmer number who practiced yoga and did crazy splits on the cheerleader squad. Both girls boasted D-cups, a size the tit-crazed teen favored in his late night adventures.

"Oh yeah," Tanya moaned, clawing Kate's back with her fingernails as the yoga babe ate her friend's pussy. "Yes! God, that feels amazing! Keep going!" The cheerleaders were so in the moment they did not notice the mattress dip, until a deep voice sounded from above.

"May I join you ladies?" he chuckled, kneeling beside them with a seductive grin.

"I think you already did, champ," smiled Tanya. She always called the star player 'champ.'

"Yeah," he agreed. "Looks like I did."

Kate lifted her head from Tanya's pussy and sat up. "Well, now that you're here," she teased him. "You ought to make yourself useful. How about giving my girlfriend some facetime?"

"Sure, babe. Move on over," smiled Lance. "After all, Tanya says I eat pussy... like a champ."

Lance got down on his knees, spread her legs open, and gently kissed the soft flesh of her inner thighs. The cheerleader instinctively gripped the sheets as Lance got to work on her. This was going to get intense. Cunnilingus qualified as an Olympic event for the teenage superstud. Both Tanya and Kate agreed Lance could eat pussy longer and better than any guy (or girl) on the planet.

The vaginal virtuoso began at the outer edges of her slit, letting his tongue dance over her clit, then licked his way inwards and downwards to her actual hole.

"Oh yeah," she moaned, gripping the sides of his head and pulling him closer. "Oh god, don't stop!"

Lance buried his face into her wet pussy, moving his tongue and lips in unison. He applied a gentle suction and penetrated her with his tongue. Her whole body flinched with pleasure the moment his tongue popped inside of her. Slowly but surely, he slid his oral organ into the depths of her tasty cunt. Her vaginal walls gripped his tongue, the slick flesh hugging it tighter the deeper he delved.

"Fuck!" she gasped. "Right there! Right there!"

Lance hungrily licked and slurped her insides like a crazed animal as her walls began to contract violently. Suddenly, her pussy squirted all over his face! Lance had to use significant force in his forearms to keep Tanya from crushing his head between her thighs as she came. And her climax had only begun...

"Fuck!" Tanya screamed, now clenching his head with both hands in a white-knuckled death grip. As her body convulsed, Lance kept licking and sucking her feverishly until a final wave of pleasure subsided and her body stilled.

The last few spasms sent a rush of fluid trickling out her pussy.

"Holy fuck," gasped Tanya. "Holy fucking fuck."

"I know," Lance murmured. He lifted his head up and let the last few drops of her juices run down his chin. "That was a hell of an orgasm."

"Yeah," she gasped. "But I need a favor from you?"

"A favor?"

"Can I have another one?"

Lance smiled. This was going to be one hot playdate!

FOUR HOURS LATER

The room was silent. The only sound that could be heard was the long deep breaths of the trio, their chests slowly rising and falling.

"That was incredible," Kate said softly as she snuggled against Lance's chest, her lithe body clinging to his side like a second skin. He nodded in agreement, wrapping an arm around her shoulder and pulling her up for a kiss.

"She's right, champ," Tanya agreed while snuggling against his other side. She nosed in to Lance's kiss with her girlfriend and soon the three of them converged in a sensual flurry of tongues. Their lips smacked loudly as tiny female hands roamed the contours of his jumbo-sized physique. Inevitably, they reached down to grasp his growing erection in their palms.

Kate finally broke the kiss, her mouth still hovering close enough for him to feel the warmth of her breath on his face. "So tell me, champ," Kate whispered, "Have you thought about what it will be like to play in the NFL?"

"Not really," Lance shrugged. Coach Walker jawboned a lot about college football but the stoner just tuned it out. So much shit was happening all at once in his life that he barely could see beyond next week. And his thoughts mostly focused on babes.

"You know, sugar dove," he confessed to Kate. "I think I enjoyed giving you an orgasm more than scoring a touchdown tonight."

"Well, looks like we caught ourselves Prince Charming himself!" giggled Tanya, her laughter shaking the bed.

"I'm serious," Lance persisted. "Who gives a shit about throwing a ball around? I couldn't wait to get off the field tonight."

Tanya and Kate exchanged conspiratorial glances. They both nodded in silent agreement. As to what the cheerleaders just agreed upon, Lance did not know but suspected he would sooooooon find out.

"So, champ," began Tanya. "Did you have a good time tonight?"

"You got no idea, babe," he beamed.

"Because Kate and I might want to make these get-togethers a regular thing," she winked.

"But there are gonna be some strings attached," Kate added.

Red alert! Lance smelled danger. "Ladies," he smiled, "I love our time together but I'm not ready to settle down yet. I'm a young man, still exploring my sexuality."

Tanya and Kate exchanged another glance and smirked.

"No, stud muffin," Tanya corrected him. "Kate and I are already in a relationship. We just need a favor."

"And I'm guessing this favor involves more than another orgasm," he surmised.

"Do you know Morgan?"

"Yeah, I know Morgan," smiled Lance. He banged the head cheerleader at least once a week.

"She's a bitch!"

"A harpie!"

"A cunt!"

"We hate her!" the mean girls howled in unison, their big titties quaking with teenybopper rage.

"So, Lance," continued Kate. "If you'd like to keep doing this, as in doing us, we'd appreciate if you'd stop putting out for Morgan."

"You mean like just blow her off?" Lance asked with genuine confusion.

"We're not telling you to stop having fun. Just don't have fun with her."

"Hmmmm," he mused. "That's a unique request. I may need to think about that."

"Think hard," smiled Tanya.

Lance weighed his options. Morgan was a perfect 10. She was definitely the hottest cheerleader on the squad. Whereas Tanya and Kate were both 9's. However, 9 plus 9 equaled 18 which was greater than 10. Even so, they were pulling a bullshit move on their frenemy.

Sensing that Lance might be wavering, Tanya crawled between his legs and began to suck his dick.

"Alright," he moaned under his breath. "You got a deal."

4am

About 200 yards from home, Lance cut off the engine to his motorcycle and rolled it the rest of the way back. His father had gone on another business trip but the teen remained discreet as a matter of habit.

Lance slipped inside the gate to the backyard and tiptoed over to the pool house. Unlocking the door, Lance stumbled through his dark bedroom. He groped his way toward his bed in the pitch blackness and lay down on the soft mattress. A moment later, something warm and blonde curled around his body.

"Surprise," Nicole whispered into his ear.

"Again, babe?" he mock-complained. She had been laying in wait for him last night too.

"You owe me a date, remember?" she pouted.

"OK, Mom," Lance smirked with a naughty wink.

"Stepmom," she giggled. "And I only became your stepmom a month ago."

As far as he was concerned, Nicole was a hot cougar who happened to live in the same house with him. They only met a couple weeks ago so their relationship wasn't as taboo as it might appear at face value.

"So what should I call you then?" he conceded.

"How about 'Nicole'?"

"OK, Nicole," Lance nodded while stripping off his clothing. Naked and tumescent, he turned to Nicole and gave her a scorching kiss. Lance moaned softly as she lightly nibbled his bottom lip. He could smell the faint scent of her hair, a sweet aroma as if she'd just stepped out of the shower.