Touched
by Redkage
“Head’s up!”
Without even turning to look, Samson’s hand shot up and caught the football a mere centimeter his left ear just before it struck him. As usual, some people began to cheer from seeing another incredible feat from their star JV football player.
“You alright Samson?” Jamal, Samson’s teammate and friend, ran up to him. He was African American and was well built for a sophomore at 5’11” tall and at 150 pounds. Impressive as he was, though, he couldn’t compare to Samson. “Hey, sorry about that.” Jamal apologized. “I guess I aimed wrong.”
“Yea, right.” Samson laughed and shoved the football into Jamal’s chest. Jamal staggered backwards from Samson’s rough strength, but smiled back at him. “How many times do we have to do this before you admit that you can’t touch me, both on and off the field?”
“As many times as it takes until the time we graduate.” Jamal gave a toothy grin. “Until then, I’ll keep on trying to prove you ain’t perfect.”
“I ain’t perfect.” Samson protested convincingly
“Ha!” Jamal snorted. “If you ain’t perfect, then I ain’t black. You have straight A’s in all of your advanced classes, star player and captain of the JV football team, your family is loaded with more money then they can spend with and you’ve got a body that makes the seniors turn green with envy. You’re like, the high school version of the Venturian Man.”
“I’m surprised you even knew what the Venturian Man is.” Samson poked at his friend. “But I guess you’re right. I am kinda perfect, aren’t I?” To further prove the point he raised his arm and flexed, causing his bicep to swell larger and filled up his shirt sleeve.
“At least you’re humble.” Jamal laughed as he reached up and squeezed Samson’s bicep, his fingers unable to dent the solid mass of flesh. “So, a couple of the guys are gonna hang out today after school. Wanna come with?”
Samson shook his head. “I can’t. I was planning on meeting Logan after school today.”
“Again?” Jamal’s eyebrows rose. “Ever since school started he’s the only guy you ever talk about.”
“Well, he is my friend.” Samson pointed out.
“He’s an ass, that’s what he is.” Jamal mumbled under his breath.
Samson punched Jamal in the left shoulder, putting just a bit of muscle behind it.
“Ow, I need that arm to pass!”
“Don’t ever talk shit about Logan again, you got it?" Samson threatened in a low, ominous voice.
Jamal backed away, rubbing his sore shoulder. “Alright, I’m sorry. It’s just that sometimes he’s…er…a little rude.”
“He’s…he’s just a little grumpy.” Samson defended him.
“A little?” One of Jamal’s eyebrows perked up again.
Samson ignored Jamal’s comment. “Anyways, I’ll see you later.” Samson threw his backpack over his shoulder and headed off. Something told him that Logan was probably outside somewhere in the yard, probably in his favorite spot. He had an uncanny ability to be able to find Logan whenever he wanted, which was very useful from time to time. As he went down the hallway, people would respectfully move to the side to allow him room to walk. Some people would even stop and stare at him, and Samson didn’t blame them. Samson was, in a word, a god. Samson had been growing like a weed ever since the third grade and the beginning of puberty had only accelerated it. At the tender age of fifteen, young Samson had already grown to the height of 6 feet and 4 inches. He wasn’t stretched out thin, however. He was a hulking 220 lbs. of pure muscle mass, and the largest JV football player in the school’s history of high school football. Each muscle was clearly defined on his body. His current stats were 19” arms, 27” thighs, 50” chest and a 29” waist. He was just so big that he was tested regularly for steroid use, but Samson really enjoyed watching their faces when they realize that he was 100% all natural beef. With his blonde hair, handsome looks and personality, he was like a modern day version of Arnold Schwarzenegger and Brad Pitt all rolled into one incredibly hot package.
“Hey Samson.” Cameron battered her eyelashes as she boldly stepped out in front of him. She was one of the top ten hottest girls in school, with a nicely formed pair of breasts. Today she was wearing a very sleazy outfit just barely within school regulations, obviously trying to attract attention. Samson wasn’t one to talk, however, since he was wearing tight clothing himself that showed off his massive muscles and the huge bulge in his jeans. His red polo shirt was so tight that every globe of muscle was clearly defined through the fabric. His pecs jutted out of his chest a few inches, creating a shelf over his washboard abdominals. His arms flexed and the cords in his forearms would bulge within the sleeves of his shirt whenever he moved them. His thighs were so thick that it was rumored he could easily crush someone’s skull if he wanted to. And between those two thighs was his legendary organ, his ten inch soft dick that was capable of making a girl orgasm at just the sight of it. And apparently that was exactly what Cameron was after right now as she put on her best seducing face.
“I really enjoyed last Saturday night.” She said in a soft voice as her hands went up and pressed against his firm chest. In response, Samson flexed his pecs, one at a time, enjoying how she squealed when her hands were pushed away by a wave of warm flesh. “How about we get together again after school today and have some more fun?”
“Now, you know I don’t fuck someone twice in one week.” Samson reached behind her and grabbed her ample behind.
Cameron gasped sharply from his sudden grasp. Samson then pressed himself close to her so that his meaty chest would be pressed into her face. His free hand wandered down towards her crotch and began to rub against it, making her moan even louder.
“You’re still a bit sore down there, aren’t cha?” The corner of Samson’s mouth rose up slightly, making him seem even more devilishly handsome then before.
Spellbound, Cameron nodded weakly. If Samson wasn’t holding her, she would have probably melted.
“I promise we’ll have some more fun next week.” Samson whispered into her ear. “In the meantime, make sure you get plenty of rest until then. Maybe next time you’ll be able to take half of me.”
Cameron moaned as Samson pulled away. A small wet spot had appeared on the front of her skirt, which forced Samson to smile broadly at his work. She’ll probably have a hard time explaining that to the teachers. “I’ll catch you later Cameron.” Samson patted the girl’s shoulder and then brushed past her. People who had stopped to watch the little show started to act as if they were minding their own business, which made Samson feel even better.
In addition to being a top student and great football player, Samson was known throughout the school as the best sex anyone could ever have. Since Samson was bi, he insanely popular with both the guys and the girls. So far that school year he had slept with twelve guys and thirty three girls, eighteen of them from the senior class. Add that on top of being a great student and a football player and you have yourself the ultimate high school stud.
Jamal was right, Samson thought. He really was perfect.
When he stepped out of the door, he was blinded by the sunlight. It was unusually bright today, and the quick change from the dark school hallway to the sunny outdoors caught Samson off guard a bit. His eyes were especially sensitive and keen, which was very useful when he had to pass long. He squinted a bit and quickly got used to the light. When he was able to see clearly again, he quickly scanned the front school yard for Logan. After a few minutes he finally spotted him, and then started to head out to where Logan was.
Logan was sitting under the shade of the oak tree. It was one of his favorite spots since it was quiet and he had a nice view. He had a sketch pad on his bent legs, his pencil quickly moving across the white paper. Luckily for Samson, Logan’s back was turned towards him so he was able to sneak up around the tree until he was nearly on top of him.
If there was anything to call Logan, it was probably that he was the complete opposite of Samson. Unlike Samson, puberty had decided to skip Logan, and he was kept short and small. Logan was about 5’4” tall, and probably weighed 90 pounds at the most. He was so skinny that Samson half expected him to be emancipated under his clothes. His arms were so thin, that Logan could easily wrap his hand easily around where the bicep should have been located. Even with that said, there was no trace of muscle anywhere on that fragile body. Logan’s auburn hair was usually a mess, even with the use of hair products in an attempt to straighten it out, and his face was covered in pimples. One of the most intriguing features about Logan was that he always wore a long sleeved shirt and gloves. They were almost always black, and every piece of clothing had the same red symbol stitched in. There was one over his heart, one on the back pocket of his jeans and one on each of his gloves. It was shaped by the letters T and U upside down, with a line crossed through the T. Samson had always wanted to ask about it and what it meant, but never did bring it up. Another curious issue Samson wanted to know was Logan’s fear of people. Every time someone tried to touch him, Logan would jump back and start yelling madly. He wasn’t very well liked because of this. In truth, who would like Logan anyways? Logan was small, weak, had below average grades and a somewhat sour attitude towards others, even on a good day. He had almost no redeeming qualities to him whatsoever, and acted as if he was constantly angry towards others.
And yet Samson still regarded him as his best friend.
In fact, Samson was hoping they could be something even more.
Even though Logan was his complete opposite, there was something about him that called out to Samson. It was a…a mysterious quality about him that sent Samson wild. And whatever it was, it didn’t help that Samson was about five times more sexually active then the average teenage boy. Before he would jack off to a picture of Logan every afternoon and night, but lately it was getting even harder to climax with just a picture. Because of this, he turned to having actual sex with both guys and girls in order to satisfy his libido. Of course there was a bit of a dilemma; As Samson grew bigger, so did his sex drive. As his sex drive grew bigger, so did his desire for Logan.
Of course he didn’t tell anyone about how he felt, even Logan. They would probably be the most mismatched couple in the history of dating. Not only that, but there was just one, slight detail that prevented Samson from taking that first step.
Since Logan hasn’t noticed him yet, Samson craned his head out so he could take his first real look at one of Logan’s drawings. Logan would always refuse to allow Samson to see his little doodles, and the curiosity was too much to resist just the smallest of peeks. So, he took a careful step closer and looked down onto the paper.
Samson covered his mouth to stop himself from breathing in sharply. Drawn on the pad was a charcoal sketch of the scenery that was just simply incredible. One of Samson’s few flaws was his inability to draw, so right now he was seeing something so…so amazing that it took Samson’s breath away. The lines were clear and crisp, yet were smudged in the right places to give the picture more depth. The shapes and shading was very light, and yet it had an incredible impact on the entire drawing. This wasn’t just a simple sketch. It was real art. And Logan…he looked so into his drawing as his charcoal pencil moved quickly to make it even more incredible. Wanting to see more, Samson moved himself a little closer to get a better view.
That was when his luck ran out as a twig snapped very loudly under his big sneaker.
Logan jumped up, his hands quickly snapping his sketchbook shut. His head turned upwards to see who snuck up on him. When he saw who it was, though, his eyes turned hard.
“What do you want, Samson?” Logan asked coldly.
Samson nearly flinched back from Logan’s words, but stopped himself from doing so. He had an image to uphold, after all. He couldn’t allow people to see their star quarterback cower in front of a tiny guy like Logan. “I just wanted to see you.” He said softly, something that was completely unlike the cocky jock that ruled the school.
Logan’s expression didn’t change as he spread his arms wide. “There, you’ve seen me. Now go away.”
Samson felt a wrenching feeling in his chest from Logan’s words, though he had half expected it.
After all, Logan hated him now.
“Listen, Logan…” Samson’s eyes wandered off to the side, unable to look down at Logan in the eye. “Sam just bought me a Joy Station 3 two weeks ago. If you want, you could come over and play a few games with me…”
“No thanks, don’t wanna.” Logan replied without a second thought.
This time Samson’s right arm gave a slight jerk from the ruthless decline. It had been a long shot anyways, though. “Er, your picture looked great.” Samson said in an attempt to reach out to him.
Logan, though, only grew even colder as he tightened his hold on his sketchbook so hard that hic knuckles grew white. “That…is none of your business. What I do on my spare time doesn’t concern you, and I’d appreciate it if you don’t intrude into my private life. Now, if you would excuse me, I have to go home now.” Logan began to turn to walk away.
“Logan, wait!” Samson reached out to grab him.
“DON’T TOUCH ME!” Logan yelled as he jumped away from Samson’s outreached hand so hard that he nearly fell. His eyes glared at Samson and his fist clenched so tightly that it was shaking madly. “Don’t you ever touch me…ever!”
Samson stepped backwards away from Logan. He had completely forgotten that Logan was afraid of other people touching him. “Ah-I’m sorry. I just-“
“Just stay away from me!” Logan began to move away from Samson. “You got new friends to play with, so just leave me alone already!” After saying that, Logan turned around and bolted across the field. He went as far as the corner before he began to slow down. Logan was, after all, not in tip top physical condition.
Samson took several deep breaths. He had really messed up that time. Now Logan probably hated him even more then ever.
“Fuck!” Samson slammed his fist into the tree trunk. The wood shattered and crumbled under Samson’s force, creating a four inch deep crater in the bark. When Samson pulled his hand out of the tree, he shook it a bit but didn’t feel any pain whatsoever.
There it was again, that unnatural strength. Occasionally from time to time, Logan would do something out of anger or frustration and exhibit some abnormal feat of strength. Wood, stone, steel, it would bend or break under his rage. So far, no one has seen him do these things yet, which was very fortunate for Samson. He knew this wasn’t exactly normal for a teenaged boy, so he wished to keep quiet about it until he had a better understanding about it. He didn’t want to hurt anyone or break anything important after all.
Like Logan’s favorite tree.
“Oh shit!” Samson swore. Logan was going to be seriously pissed when he comes back tomorrow and finds that his favorite hang out had been vandalized. It would probably give Logan yet another reason to hate Samson if he ever found out he was the one who did it.
Samson continued to swear under his breath. Things just weren’t going his way. The day had started out so great too. Getting praised by his teachers, hanging out with his football buddies during lunch and making countless girls swoon at his feet. He was the most popular kid in school. He had money. He had a freaking fan club. He should be happy with everything he had.
And yet he was miserable about the one guy who didn’t want to be his friend.
The one who didn’t want him.
The guy who hated him.
Samson gave a frustrated his sigh and whipped out his cell phone. He needed to work out some of the stress before he exploded again, and he knew of only one surefire way to do so. Quickly he went through his phonebook until he finally found someone he thought would be good. Quickly he dialed the number and brought the cell to his ear.
“Hey Katie.” Samson talked into the phone. “Your parents don’t come home from work until 7, right? Yea, you know it. Yea. Think you can take me, baby? Don’t worry, I’ll make you feel like you’ve never had before. I’ll be right over there in a moment. Yea, I’m looking forward to it to. See ya in a bit.”
Samson snapped his cell shut and gave another deep sigh. He kind of felt sorry for Katie. She was very small and could barely take only a quarter of his massive ten inch long dick. However, it was the small girls that were the only ones who could help him deal with the time after something bad happened concerning Logan, and Katie was the today’s unfortunate victim. Since it was only 3, that would mean he could go for four hours of sex before her parents came home, plenty of time to relieve himself. His sex drive and stamina was really something to admire.
Samson took a deep breath and readjusted the strap on his backpack before heading out for Katie Johnson’s place to give her the fucking of her life. As he walked, he could feel how uncomfortably tight his clothes were when he was all tensed up. They probably wouldn’t last very long, though Samson still wore them. Everything in Samson’s wardrobe was feeling just a bit tighter lately. He outgrew his clothes on a monthly basis, a problem that came with lifting weights like mad, but it was starting to get to a point where even Samson was starting to get concerned. He was capable of making gains that would take years to build in a few short months. It didn’t help that ever since junior high he was growing even faster. Because of the rate he was growing, he had to buy new clothes constantly, a problem he didn’t wish to place on his parents who was more then happy to pay for his needs.
“Ah dammit, I hope Katie’s up for this.” Samson ran his hand through his smooth blonde hair as he reached the front of her door. Thinking about his personal problems on top of the ones with Logan made him feel even more stressed out. Before he could ring the bell, though, the door flew open, revealing the small junior girl wearing a see-through blouse and some very short denim shorts. Samson could clearly see that underneath the flimsy material of her shirt that Katie wasn’t wearing a bra, and he could also see the two straps of Katie’s thong poke out from the top of her shorts (The edible candy type, he noted). Already his dick was starting to get painfully hard inside his boxers. Wordlessly he walked in and closed the door behind him.
“Hey there stud.” Katie said, tracing her finger across Samson’s chest. “I’ve been waiting for you to call me.” Her finger passed down the deep valley between his pecs and under the shelf of his right one before she brought it up to circle around Samson’s nipple, which was visibly erect through his shirt.
“Are you excited as much as I am?” Samson crouched down and gave Katie’s neck a little lick, which sent shivers down her spine. He kissed her neck up to her ear making sure to use plenty of tongue, exactly how she liked it. All the while Katie moaned as her small hands explored his body, caressing, rubbing, groping his huge muscles, causing his dick to jump hard within his pants.
Somehow they managed to stumble their way into Katie’s room, where Simon threw her onto the bed. He grabbed Katie’s shirt and ripped it down the middle as if it were made of paper, with her jeans following in the same manner, leaving her wearing nothing but her candy thong. Before he removed it, Samson grabbed the bottom of his own shirt and slowly peeled it of so Katie could enjoy seeing his perfect body revealed one inch at a time. First came his deep cut eight pack that had not an ounce of fat on it. Next, he struggled a bit at his pecs being careful not to rip his shirt, but it was difficult because his chest was just so huge. Finally, he managed to pull it up successfully over the thickest part, allowing his two quarter sized nipples to peek out. He could feel Katie’s eyes followed the up the deep cleft between his pecs as his shirt rode up and up. Finally he took it off completely, kneeling shirtless above her, his naked torso just radiating sex. He reached down and unbuttoned his pants next, and pulled it down along with his boxers. Although Samson and Katie had already had sex together before, she still gasped when Samson’s twelve inch erect dick popped out and pointed towards her like a divining rod. She her eyes were planted firmly on the cockhead, where pre was already starting to dribble from the slit and onto her stomach. She didn’t even notice Samson’s tree trunk legs and inflated calves; her eyes were locked squarely on his manhood. Samson brought up his arms and flexed both of them, looking at how the mound of muscle swelled up to the size of a softball underneath his skin. He pumped his arms a few more times so that his sexy veins would pop out all over, the vast network blending in with his striations to create a kind of harmony. His entire body was like a work of art that not even the masters like Da Vinci or Michelangelo could hope to reproduce.
And the thought of art brought Samson’s mind back to Logan. “Fuck…” Samson growled. He wanted Logan so bad right now, but for now he just had to settle for what he had. His head lunged down and grabbed one of the thong straps on Katie in his mouth and snapped the string that bound the hard candy together with his teeth and catching several candy pieces into his mouth as they fell apart. Then he moved up to Katie and kissed her passionately on the lips, pushing the pieces of candy into her mouth with his strong tongue. The both of kept them passing the pieces of candy back and forth in between them as they made out. Each kiss was literally sweeter as they played with the candy with their tongues while their hands explored each other’s body. Samson could feel Katie’s hands worshiping his muscles. They were feeling how big they were with her tiny hands, how strong they felt pushing against her palms, how hard it was as she squeezed as hard as she could, making Samson’s dick grew even harder. After the candy had completely dissolved, Samson broke the kiss and positioned himself above her.
Samson cocked a smile as he own tool stood at attention. “You ready?”
“Oh god yes.” Katie moaned as she spread her legs wide.
Samson smiled broader, and then thrust himself into Katie. The reaction was more then generous. She screamed in pleasure as his massive dick penetrated her. Samson began to rock his hips back and forth, pushing more of his cock into her. Katie’s small hands flew out and began to caress Samson’s muscles, which sent him wild. They were both reaching their climax soon, and all the while in Samson’s he imagined Logan underneath him. He imagined Logan’s small hands rub against his tight abs, his huge pecs, his thick vascular arms, his giant quads as he pounded half of this twelve inch erection into Katie. Samson felt a rush of hot liquid coming from Katie, which meant she had orgasmed. However, Samson was still going with his fucking as he thrust deeper and deeper, enjoying the tight feeling around his dick. He closed his eyes and sand in the sensation of those tiny hands feeling his muscles, tracing the veins, groping his chest, pinching his nipples.
“Oh…fuck!” Samson roared as his dick finally exploded in a rush of semen pumping into Katie. Katie screamed again in intense ecstasy as she felt Samson filled her with white hot seed. Samson’s orgasm lasted for several minutes before it died down and he pulled himself out of her. He sat back, sweat glistening on his hot body as he looked down at Katie. Katie was lying on the bed with a content look on her face as she moaned and groaned.
Despite having climaxed, however, Samson’s dick was still rock hard and ready to do. They still had another three and a half hours left, and Samson intended to use all of it. He would wait until Katie rested a bit before they fucked again.
Samson sat on the edge of the bed as he waited. He felt a little more relieved then he had been before he came there. He still had a lot more to deal though before he could finally feel at peace again. Samson glanced back at Katie for a moment. Even though she was a Junior in school, she was only about 5’6” tall, only two inches higher then Logan. She weighed about 115 pounds, and had average sized breasts and a less shapely figure then other girls. Most people wondered why he would include average girls like her on his list, but he knew perfectly why he did it. She was so small and fragile, just like Logan was. But although she was almost as small as he was, she still wasn’t the real thing. She still wasn’t Logan.
For now, Samson will just have to keep imagining his stress relieving partners as Logan. Until the day he could have the real thing, it would just have to do. Figuring that Katie had enough time to rest, Samson moved back over her and prepared to make out once more, only this time he was going to take it a bit more slowly. He had three and a half hours left, and he didn’t want Katie to collapse from exhaustion before every last minute was used up.