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 seniors at Peoria Tech, he plays football, smokes pot, and dates cheerleaders. He listens to hip-hop but prefers heavy metal bands. He scored in the 38
th
percentile on his SAT's. His GPA hovers just below a 2.3. Lance wears Magnum XL condoms and is able to sleep with any woman he desires. This is his story.
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Lance rode his Harley at 70mph in a 30mph zone. The chilly autumn air exhilarated him. His luxurious mane of jet-black hair fanned out in the wind as he raced through the countryside. Jane would have been pissed her stepson didn't wear a helmet. Tough fucking shit. He loved the freedom of the open road.
It had been less than a week since the juvenile got booted out of Special Forces. But it felt more like a year. As instructed by the CIA brass, Lance enrolled at the local high school the day before. As a condition of his discharge, he would pose as a transfer student at Peoria Tech. Lance had just turned 18 so his cover as a high school senior appeared marginally plausible. Further, the experience hopefully would allow a smooth transition into civilian life.
The classes bored the fuck out of him but he dug the chicks. They seemed to be everywhere: short ones, tall ones, blondes, redheads, and even a few punk babes with rainbow-colored hair.
In the military, Lance never spent any time with girls his own age. Sure, the teen stud enjoyed banging cougars on the base but somehow he felt like Uncle Sam cheated him out of his adolescence. Lance never got to screw cheerleaders on lover's lane. He didn't seduce cute emo girls at dance clubs. Nor had the budding playboy hooked up with stoner babes that hung out in the parking lot behind the 7-11. Fortunately, the ladykiller suspected his luck would soon change.
During his first day at school, Lance barely spoke a word to anyone. However, he overheard talk 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 geometry class. She looked cute. He decided to go to her party. And, if she proved willing, he would fuck her.
THAT NIGHT
"FUCK YEAH, BABE!" Lance growled as he savagely thrust his supersized love muscle into the squirming female beneath him. Jane 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.
Technically, Jane was his guardian.
Technically
. In reality, Lance had become an orphan at 16 when his father died in combat. The CIA recruited the emancipated youth into a secret program that engineered soldiers with 'enhanced' psychological and physical capabilities. Lance became the Army's first subject in a clinical trial of a new experimental drug. The results astonished his doctors. At Fort Benning, he broke all existing records in the physical fitness test for incoming trainees, performing 128 push-ups in two minutes. While most soldiers required 18 months to complete the grueling schedule of combat training, the young soldier took an accelerated course of just 6. By the age of 17, he worked solo on several classified missions in the Middle East.
However, Lance also experienced side effects. His penis grew unusually large, as did his libido. His battlefield bravery proved a liability in social situations. The teen had no impulse control. Off the battlefield, the warrior stud seduced dozens of female soldiers. As the disciplinary reports piled up, the military brass decided to cut him loose.
Jane served with Lance's father a decade earlier. They also had been occasional lovers over the years. As soon as she heard about his son, the female vet intervened and offered to become Lance's guardian. Jane wanted to take care of the troubled youth.
In reality, Lance had been taking care of Jane. The teen stud had fucked the cougar every night since he moved in with her a week ago. The blossoming libertine was having a blast. Before his discharge, all of his liaisons had been rushed affairs in the barracks. Getting caught on the base with a co-worker carried serious consequences for both parties. But, with Jane, Lance could take as much time as he liked during their lovemaking. The youth really got to know her body. He learned what she liked and how to make her come like crazy.
Jane felt him reach her innermost depths. She 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 nine and the clock on the wall had just passed midnight. Holy. Fucking. Shit. It was crazy. It was wrong. It was amazing. Jane understood the risks of sleeping with him. The kid was half her age. She had been appointed his guardian just a week ago for Chrissakes.
Moreover, Jane 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. Jane 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. Jane never fancied herself a size queen but Lance was spoiling her for other men. It hurt the first couple times they made love but now she craved the way he stretched her out and filled her up. With each body-shattering climax, Jane 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.
Jane 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 Jane 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, Jane 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. It must have been another of those dreaded "side effects" he acquired in the clinical drug trial. Poor guy.
Jane 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. Jane 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, Jane 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 mocking tone of his remark didn't bother Jane. 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. Jane gazed in awe as he carefully unsheathed his Magnum XL. It looked like a half-filled water balloon. He blew incredibly huge loads. 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. Jane's lips parted and she met his tongue stroke for stroke. Lance finally pulled back with a flirtatious smile.
