I was a Teenage Sex God Ch. 01

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...
Chapter One: The Virgin Stud
An attractive brunette sashayed across the parking lot towards her Mercedes.
"Isn't that Amanda?" noted Lance after taking a long drag off his joint.
He stood with Ross, Jimbo, and Bones at the other end of the lot.
"Just look at those cans," Lance continued wistfully. "That chick really filled out this year. Dayum, I'd love to bang her box."
"Yeah. Dream on, dude," Ross told him. "She only dates varsity douchebags."
"I said I would love to bang her box," Lance answered a bit defensively.
"Woulda. Coulda. Shoulda," shrugged Bones after passing the joint to Ross.
"Whatever. We don't fucking exist at this school," lamented Jimbo.
He wasn't wrong. The quartet of high schoolers were burnouts, the lowest rung of the "bottom-ladder" cliques that made up the student body of Peoria Tech. They smoked weed, played heavy metal through their earbuds during class, and headed down a one-way road to low-wage service jobs in their Podunk town, best known for its soybean production.
"You know I turned 18 today," Lance said out of nowhere.
"No shit," said Ross. "So why are you still a junior?"
Lance Leo's birthday was on April Fool's Day. And, true to form, his life had been a joke. But not a very good one. He had shit grades, shit parents, and shit prospects for the future. The straight-F student flunked Freshman year and got held back. Even with an extra year under his belt, he had been a "late bloomer" and barely got peach fuzz above his lip before last year. Lance had a gangly frame that looked as if a stiff wind could knock him off his feet. In short, he was a nobody's nobody.
"Happy Birthday, man," Jimbo half-congratulated him. "You wanna play some Warcraft and rip a bowl after class?"
"Nah," Lance told him, staring at the ground. "Think I'm just gonna chill."
Lance's friends knew exactly what their friend meant by "chill." Jacking off. The burnouts all bragged about banging chicks but their hookup options were limited to their left or right palms. Lance was a hardcore porn junkie. Aside from school, the stoner spent most of his waking hours in front of a laptop on pornographic websites. The teenager searched for videos of one guy with two or more girls: FFM, FFFM, and especially FFFFFM. Deprived of a woman for so long, his orgiastic appetites became increasingly garish and extravagant.
Besides porn, Lance also studied websites like Refinery 29 and Cosmopolitan to learn about female sexuality. The precocious pervert also managed to wade through all 12 volumes of Casanova's memoirs, the Kama Sutra, and countless sex position manuals. As a result, the empty-headed teen couldn't pass algebra but he knew exactly where to find a woman's G-spot. Lust could be an incredible motivator.
Unlike most dudes, Lance didn't just want to bang a chick. The sensual teen wanted to romance and seduce his lady. He wanted to make sweet love to her until she cried out his name during the most intense orgasm of her life. Lance thought about doing this every minute of every hour of every day.
But even though the teen had spent so much time reading about sex, he had zero experience with actually having it. Being a virgin sucked big time. And he couldn't talk to anyone about his situation because it embarrassed him so much. Everyone else was obviously getting some. Almost every teenager had been in his place at some point, feeling so worthless that getting laid seemed about as likely as winning the lottery.
LATER THAT AFTERNOON
Lance walked into the backyard of the McMansion he called home. His stepfather had bucks but treated him like shit. With his mother dead and buried, Mr. Leo made it clear that his stepson would be cut off the day he graduated high school. Lance had only two consolations: 1. His asshole stepfather was usually out of town on business. 2. He got to live in the pool house out back where one could smoke weed and look at porn 24/7.

After drawing the shades in his bedroom, Lance fired up his laptop and got nekkid. He browsed the erotica section of Amazon Ankara Escort for a new book. He developed a taste for escapist fare that involved D