Literotic asexstories – I was a Teenage Sex God Ch. 09 by Rubirosa,Rubirosa
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.
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