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 38th 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.
Lance had a small gym at home but he preferred using the weight room at school. The facility had much nicer equipment. Though he saved most of his energy for game days, the star athlete always pushed himself hard. After two sets of twenty pull-ups in a row, he favored a 300-lb bench press. Accordingly, the miraculous mesomorph was gaining muscle at an exceptional rate and dominated the gridiron as the starting quarterback for Peoria Tech. Though he generally ignored the coach’s playbook, Lance always scored two or three touchdowns each game. He employed a simple strategy. After catching the ball, the teenage juggernaut mowed down everyone in his path until he crossed the end zone. By the middle of his first season, recruiters already were visiting the school to watch him in action.
Surprisingly, Lance did not entertain any ambitions for a career in football. The sport bored him. However, touchdowns allowed him to score in a more hedonistic field of endeavor. The alpha stud wanted to fuck every member of the varsity cheerleading squad. He had seduced ten out of twelve cheerleaders so far and the two holdouts had come to watch him lift that day.
Though he initially amassed a female following due to his string of successes on the gridiron, the teen stud also attracted an audience of horny seniors to cheer on his weightlifting sessions. His afternoon workout had become a well-known ritual at Peoria Tech. After he finished lifting, Lance picked out one of the girls and took his star-struck fan back home to fuck the living shit out of her.
The girls already were milling about the weight bench when he came out of the locker room. As his admirers greeted him with suggestive smiles and hungry looks, the 18-year old hunk peeled off his skintight tank top so they could take in his muscle-bound torso.
Lance flashed a confident grin and struck a few bodybuilder poses. He had just qualified for the state finals of Mr. Teen Universe and wanted to practice a few moves in front of an audience. A couple chicks took out their phones. Lance photographed amazingly well. With his chiseled visage and flowing black mane of hair that reached the middle of his back, the athlete possessed the aura of a heavy metal heartthrob. Below the belt, however, Lance looked every inch the porn stud he one day would become. Speaking of which, he enjoyed quite a few more inches than his peers as revealed by the salami-shaped bulge in his cargo shorts. Lance held his smile as the cameras flashed. Yes, some guys did have all the luck.
Though he never cared about social status, his popularity had been on the ascent as of late. Lance got away with things that others would not dare to attempt. On prom night, the star player brought not one but two seniors as dates. He slow-danced and necked with both of them at the same time. The muscular thug then got elected Prom King to the astonishment of his class. However, he did not get crowned. Lance had left with his dates already to find a hotel.
After the flurry of wolf-whistles died down, he lay down on the weight bench and got down to business. The young Olympian loaded a huge number of plates onto the barbell. With 300 pounds on the bar, the varsity athlete broke the existing record for the one-rep bench press at his high school but Lance performed ten reps at that weight. He lifted the weight off its backrest holders and slowly lowered the bar to his chest. With a loud grunt, the teenage strongman hoisted the weight into the air and then brought it down once more. Smoothly and effortlessly, Lance cranked out rep after rep.
“Nine! Eight! Seven!” called out the crowd like a countdown to New Year’s.
Lance felt a familiar and not unpleasant burn in his muscles as adrenaline surged through his blood. The lifts actually became lighter as he continued. Lance actually could feel himself growing bigger and stronger. While other 18-year olds had reached their physical and sexual peak, the teen stud’s hormones had just shifted into overdrive. In a matter of months, he gained more muscle mass than many bodybuilders acquired in a lifetime.
Though the government swore him to secrecy, Lance confided to several girlfriends that he was experiencing an enhanced form of puberty. Before dying in combat during a Navy SEAL operation, his father volunteered him to become part of a top secret medical study at Fort Benning. The experimental drug had been intended to stimulate muscle growth by elevating the subject’s testosterone levels. However, it also caused an unintended “side effect” that delighted the budding Don Juan. His already impressive genitalia underwent a growth spurt in his late teens. The waiver he signed warned about a condition called “megalopenis” but the fine print in the contract ran for fifty pages. Lance had not appraised the consequences of his decision at the time. Had he done so, the teen would have signed even faster. Uncle Sam had transformed him into a superhuman athlete with a bionic tool.
“Six! Five! Four!”
His admirers gathered around the bench in a huddle. He could feel the heat of their nubile bodies. The pleasing aroma of wet pussy filled his nostrils. Lance had to restrain himself from sprouting an erection. The teenage hunk loved the adulation of his female following. Lance quietly mused which cheerleader he would fuck that afternoon. Marla looked ripe for the plucking. The buxom brunette had just broken up with her boyfriend. On the other hand, Ann had slipped him her phone number after practice that week. The tall blonde showed a lot of leg below her short skirts. He wondered what it would feel like to have them wrapped around his back.
“Three! Two! One!”
Lance replaced the bar on its holders with a loud iron clank. As he caught his breath, the door to the weight room swung open.
“Sorry, ladies,” boomed a female voice. “Gym is closed today for maintenance. Time to go home.”
Lance’s pack of groupies grumbled with annoyance. The teenage hunk glared at Ms. Johnson.
“Listen, teach,” he explained. “Tomorrow is a game day. I need to prepare.”
“Then you ought to show up at practice. The coach hasn’t seen you all week.”
“I was busy, Ms. J.”
“Busy with what?”
Lance declined to offer an explanation. He had not practiced with the team lately because the teenage Casanova banged cheerleaders most afternoons.
“What are you looking at?” barked Ms. Johnson to Ann and Marla. “Move on out.”
As his groupies sullenly filed out of the room, the teacher strutted over to the weight bench. Lance shot a defiant stare at Ms. J.
“So let me ask you again. Why did you miss practice?”
“I need a new jockstrap,” he finally told her.
Lance had not lied. Like any growing teen, he often experienced erections at inappropriate times. Unlike his peers, however, his tool got so big and hard that it often tore a hole in his jeans. After sprouting a boner on the football field, his ten-inch python snapped the elastic straps affixed to the waistband and pouch of his jockstrap. Fortunately, the coach excused him from practice until the athletic department could order a custom-sized model for his unusual equipment.
“Fuck it,” he told her. “I can work out at home.”
However, no sooner did he sit up to leave then the teacher shoved him back down on the bench.
“Where do you think you are going?” she snapped. “Our star quarterback needs to prepare for the big game. Let’s see you pump some iron.”
Lance growled with irritation. The teacher not only had interrupted his workout. She nixed his favorite cool down exercise – banging a chick. Lance grabbed the bar in a white-knuckled death grip. It flew off the bench as if the load weighed nothing. Lance cranked out rep after rep with barely a pause. Nothing fueled an intense workout like anger.
“Is that all you got?” mocked the teacher. “Let’s go for 350.”
Without asking for permission, Ms. Johnson slid more plates onto the barbell before Lance performed his next set. The added weight slowed him down. With great effort, Lance cranked out each rep. After barely making it to ten, the teen hunk looked up to see her gazing down at him. Lance had a perfect overhead view of her big titties. Even compressed beneath a sports bra, her D-cups jutted out of her chest like a pair of melons.
“OK, let’s do another set,” she told him in a softer voice than before.
As he slowly lifted the bar, the buxom blonde knelt down to caress the distended muscles of his chiseled torso. The heel of her palm glided over the thick slabs of his bulging pecs, feeling the breastplate of muscle surge with tension as he powered the massive weight into the air and held it up for several seconds. Her fingers crept lower, tracing the deep rifting of his perfectly sculpted eight-pack abs. Lance grinned. He could tell where things were about to head.
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 38th 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.
Lance had a small gym at home but he preferred using the weight room at school. The facility had much nicer equipment. Though he saved most of his energy for game days, the star athlete always pushed himself hard. After two sets of twenty pull-ups in a row, he favored a 300-lb bench press. Accordingly, the miraculous mesomorph was gaining muscle at an exceptional rate and dominated the gridiron as the starting quarterback for Peoria Tech. Though he generally ignored the coach’s playbook, Lance always scored two or three touchdowns each game. He employed a simple strategy. After catching the ball, the teenage juggernaut mowed down everyone in his path until he crossed the end zone. By the middle of his first season, recruiters already were visiting the school to watch him in action.
Surprisingly, Lance did not entertain any ambitions for a career in football. The sport bored him. However, touchdowns allowed him to score in a more hedonistic field of endeavor. The alpha stud wanted to fuck every member of the varsity cheerleading squad. He had seduced ten out of twelve cheerleaders so far and the two holdouts had come to watch him lift that day.
Though he initially amassed a female following due to his string of successes on the gridiron, the teen stud also attracted an audience of horny seniors to cheer on his weightlifting sessions. His afternoon workout had become a well-known ritual at Peoria Tech. After he finished lifting, Lance picked out one of the girls and took his star-struck fan back home to fuck the living shit out of her.
The girls already were milling about the weight bench when he came out of the locker room. As his admirers greeted him with suggestive smiles and hungry looks, the 18-year old hunk peeled off his skintight tank top so they could take in his muscle-bound torso.
Lance flashed a confident grin and struck a few bodybuilder poses. He had just qualified for the state finals of Mr. Teen Universe and wanted to practice a few moves in front of an audience. A couple chicks took out their phones. Lance photographed amazingly well. With his chiseled visage and flowing black mane of hair that reached the middle of his back, the athlete possessed the aura of a heavy metal heartthrob. Below the belt, however, Lance looked every inch the porn stud he one day would become. Speaking of which, he enjoyed quite a few more inches than his peers as revealed by the salami-shaped bulge in his cargo shorts. Lance held his smile as the cameras flashed. Yes, some guys did have all the luck.
Though he never cared about social status, his popularity had been on the ascent as of late. Lance got away with things that others would not dare to attempt. On prom night, the star player brought not one but two seniors as dates. He slow-danced and necked with both of them at the same time. The muscular thug then got elected Prom King to the astonishment of his class. However, he did not get crowned. Lance had left with his dates already to find a hotel.
After the flurry of wolf-whistles died down, he lay down on the weight bench and got down to business. The young Olympian loaded a huge number of plates onto the barbell. With 300 pounds on the bar, the varsity athlete broke the existing record for the one-rep bench press at his high school but Lance performed ten reps at that weight. He lifted the weight off its backrest holders and slowly lowered the bar to his chest. With a loud grunt, the teenage strongman hoisted the weight into the air and then brought it down once more. Smoothly and effortlessly, Lance cranked out rep after rep.
“Nine! Eight! Seven!” called out the crowd like a countdown to New Year’s.
Lance felt a familiar and not unpleasant burn in his muscles as adrenaline surged through his blood. The lifts actually became lighter as he continued. Lance actually could feel himself growing bigger and stronger. While other 18-year olds had reached their physical and sexual peak, the teen stud’s hormones had just shifted into overdrive. In a matter of months, he gained more muscle mass than many bodybuilders acquired in a lifetime.
Though the government swore him to secrecy, Lance confided to several girlfriends that he was experiencing an enhanced form of puberty. Before dying in combat during a Navy SEAL operation, his father volunteered him to become part of a top secret medical study at Fort Benning. The experimental drug had been intended to stimulate muscle growth by elevating the subject’s testosterone levels. However, it also caused an unintended “side effect” that delighted the budding Don Juan. His already impressive genitalia underwent a growth spurt in his late teens. The waiver he signed warned about a condition called “megalopenis” but the fine print in the contract ran for fifty pages. Lance had not appraised the consequences of his decision at the time. Had he done so, the teen would have signed even faster. Uncle Sam had transformed him into a superhuman athlete with a bionic tool.
“Six! Five! Four!”
His admirers gathered around the bench in a huddle. He could feel the heat of their nubile bodies. The pleasing aroma of wet pussy filled his nostrils. Lance had to restrain himself from sprouting an erection. The teenage hunk loved the adulation of his female following. Lance quietly mused which cheerleader he would fuck that afternoon. Marla looked ripe for the plucking. The buxom brunette had just broken up with her boyfriend. On the other hand, Ann had slipped him her phone number after practice that week. The tall blonde showed a lot of leg below her short skirts. He wondered what it would feel like to have them wrapped around his back.
“Three! Two! One!”
Lance replaced the bar on its holders with a loud iron clank. As he caught his breath, the door to the weight room swung open.
“Sorry, ladies,” boomed a female voice. “Gym is closed today for maintenance. Time to go home.”
Lance’s pack of groupies grumbled with annoyance. The teenage hunk glared at Ms. Johnson.
“Listen, teach,” he explained. “Tomorrow is a game day. I need to prepare.”
“Then you ought to show up at practice. The coach hasn’t seen you all week.”
“I was busy, Ms. J.”
“Busy with what?”
Lance declined to offer an explanation. He had not practiced with the team lately because the teenage Casanova banged cheerleaders most afternoons.
“What are you looking at?” barked Ms. Johnson to Ann and Marla. “Move on out.”
As his groupies sullenly filed out of the room, the teacher strutted over to the weight bench. Lance shot a defiant stare at Ms. J.
“So let me ask you again. Why did you miss practice?”
“I need a new jockstrap,” he finally told her.
Lance had not lied. Like any growing teen, he often experienced erections at inappropriate times. Unlike his peers, however, his tool got so big and hard that it often tore a hole in his jeans. After sprouting a boner on the football field, his ten-inch python snapped the elastic straps affixed to the waistband and pouch of his jockstrap. Fortunately, the coach excused him from practice until the athletic department could order a custom-sized model for his unusual equipment.
“Fuck it,” he told her. “I can work out at home.”
However, no sooner did he sit up to leave then the teacher shoved him back down on the bench.
“Where do you think you are going?” she snapped. “Our star quarterback needs to prepare for the big game. Let’s see you pump some iron.”
Lance growled with irritation. The teacher not only had interrupted his workout. She nixed his favorite cool down exercise – banging a chick. Lance grabbed the bar in a white-knuckled death grip. It flew off the bench as if the load weighed nothing. Lance cranked out rep after rep with barely a pause. Nothing fueled an intense workout like anger.
“Is that all you got?” mocked the teacher. “Let’s go for 350.”
Without asking for permission, Ms. Johnson slid more plates onto the barbell before Lance performed his next set. The added weight slowed him down. With great effort, Lance cranked out each rep. After barely making it to ten, the teen hunk looked up to see her gazing down at him. Lance had a perfect overhead view of her big titties. Even compressed beneath a sports bra, her D-cups jutted out of her chest like a pair of melons.
“OK, let’s do another set,” she told him in a softer voice than before.
As he slowly lifted the bar, the buxom blonde knelt down to caress the distended muscles of his chiseled torso. The heel of her palm glided over the thick slabs of his bulging pecs, feeling the breastplate of muscle surge with tension as he powered the massive weight into the air and held it up for several seconds. Her fingers crept lower, tracing the deep rifting of his perfectly sculpted eight-pack abs. Lance grinned. He could tell where things were about to head.
