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 recounts our hero's youthful exploits as a lusty 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.
Only one female can tame him. High school valedictorian and martial arts enthusiast SANDRA KONG will stop at nothing to win his heart.
This is their story.
*****
The parking lot of the Peoria Mall had emptied many hours ago. Only a lone motorcycle and windowless cargo van remained upon the vast expanse of asphalt. The Chevy Astro violently rocked on its rear shocks. Its windows had fogged up not just from the chilly air but the debauchery that unfolded inside the storage area.
"Fuck me, Lance," moaned the girl under her breath.
The teen stud lay on his back as the slim-and-stacked siren slid her hot, moist twat up and down the length of his rock-hard fuck club. Sandra's strong but graceful arms braced themselves against his broad, muscular chest for support as the vixen rode the well-hung playboy. She jammed her eyes shut with determination, straining to reach her crescendo.
"Come for me, babe," he urged her in his commanding baritone. "Just one more time."
Lance grasped her by the hips to guide her thrusts as she impaled herself on his power tool. The dude had a magic touch. He could kick-start her heart to 150 bpm. A kiss from his lips made her clit twitch with desire. And now his steady hands piloted her body towards another bone-shattering orgasm.
With other guys, Sandra had to take the initiative if she wanted to get her rocks off. The jezebel had no qualms about telling someone else what to do in bed but sex often became a matter of masturbating with another partner's body. However, Lance was able to
make her come
. He played Ms. Kong like a virtuoso with his studly trifecta of size, skill, and stamina.
She almost regretted how good Lance made her feel. He introduced Sandra to a new standard of pleasure that no other man could hope to match. Some guys might whisper nice things into her ear. Others might send texts with emoji hearts. A few might even send her flowers. But she wasn't going to put out for them. Not in a million fucking years. Like it or not, she wanted a bad boy with a big cock.
Lance watched his lover's face light up as she climaxed. Damn, Sandra looked hot. She might have been the foxiest chick that ever rode his cock. Her veins flowed with a hot mix of African and Asian blood. The biracial temptress bore a striking resemblance with Zoe Saldana with only one major difference. Sandra wore a 32F bra. Lance spotted the label when he unhooked it a few hours ago. The horny teen had to pinch himself. He only banged babes like that in his wet dreams.
Sandra Kong wasn't the usual kind of girl Lance hooked up with. She didn't smoke or drink. Her GPA put the senior at the top of her class. She even read books for fun! Lance didn't understand a lot of the highfalutin' words that flowed out of her mouth. She sounded like the vocabulary section of the SAT.
However, that didn't particularly concern him.
It didn't matter which clique a chick belonged to. Or what photo she posted on Instagram last week. Or whether she voted for Trump. Or which bands appeared on her Spotify playlist. Lance had discovered that sex was the great equalizer.
When a man and woman took off their clothes, the couple also shed the cultural barriers that kept people apart.
They reverted to a primal and joyful state of being that existed eons before civilization and its discontents. Instead of judgment and labels, the lovers were guided by instinct and attraction.
Aside from a stellar career in football and bodybuilding, Lance had not done much to distinguish himself as an 18-year old high school senior. Tonight's 'date' with Sandra initially had been organized so she could tutor the failing student in remedial algebra. Despite his lackluster prospects after graduation, the teen felt pretty damn good about himself. Most guys would have sold their souls to be "Lucky Lance Leo" as the girls called him affectionately.
To put it mildly, he enjoyed a bitchin' sex life. While most adolescents struggled with dating during puberty, Lance dove into the hookup pool headfirst. Even back during freshman year, the budding Lothario exclusively squired seniors and always scored a home run on the first date. Making the varsity team as an underclassman had helped. The star quarterback broke the school record for touchdowns and interceptions. Rumor had it that he also earned the distinction of seducing every single member of the cheerleading squad all four years of high school.
And now that he was 18 and legal, his options had multiplied. Lance graduated to sorority chicks, exotic dancers, personal trainers, MILF's, and anyone else who swiped him right on Tinder. His love life recalled the famous line from Tony Montana in Scarface: "This town's like one big pussy, waiting to get fucked."
Sandra collapsed on top of his broad chest. She buried her face in the hollow of his neck and shoulder, still panting from her crescendo. His big hands glided down her bare back and gave her butt a flirtatious squeeze. She felt small and a bit helpless in his arms. Sandra might have stood 5'10" in heels but Lance towered above her at 6'6." The bodybuilder's massive frame occupied most of the queen-sized mattress that lined the storage area of her van. Outfitting her Chevy Astro as a mobile bedroom had been a wise move. They wouldn't have been able to do much in the back of a Mini Cooper.
"You wanna go another round, babe?" he asked her.
Ugh...
Babe
. She hated how Lance called her that. This dude was so fucking hot until he opened his mouth. But while her brain recoiled from him, her body floated in a sea of oxytocin and dopamine. Though some guys reputedly thought with their dicks, Sandra had thought with her pussy tonight.
She could still feel him throbbing inside of her. In the past four hours, he had gone through half a box of Magnum XL's and remained hard as a rock. The last guy she'd been with couldn't last five minutes. She opened the back door to her van and literally kicked him to the curb after his misfire.
"Wanna toke?" Lance inquired before reaching for his discarded pair of jeans. He fished out a lighter and a nicely rolled spliff from the back pocket. The air became thick with smoke as the teen inhaled a mighty lungful of weed.
Sandra glanced up at the digital clock on the dash. It read 3:09. She considered asking him to leave but didn't. An unfamiliar but pleasing sense of tranquility had enveloped her body and muted her thoughts. She wound her arms around his muscle-bound torso and clung to him like a tiny silver earring glued against a 10,000-pound magnet.
**
Sandra woke with a harsh cough. A thick haze of marijuana smoke filled the van. Lance lay next to her and ashed his joint into an empty Coke can he found on the floor. She glanced over at him.
"Nothing like a good 'wake-and-bake'," he told her with an idiotic smile.
Sandra got her bearings. The windshield had frosted up overnight. That afforded them a bit of privacy. But she heard early morning traffic outside. That wasn't good. The clock read 8:15. Fuck. Sandra had an AP History test at 9:00.
Lance watched her get dressed as he finished off his roach.
"What's the hurry, babe?"
"Class is in 45 minutes."
