Touched 4

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I really suck. Samson thought to himself as he stared at the picture of a cat he drew in the margin of his physiology notes. He hadn’t really been paying much attention when he drawing it, but even he saw how bad it was. It looked like something a first grader would draw with a broken crayon. It was funny though, Samson learned how to play the guitar in less then a month, yet he couldn’t figure out how to draw a single damn cat. It was obvious he was nowhere near Logan’s level of skill.

Samson gave the same deep sigh he made everytime his thoughts wandered to Logan. Why didn’t Logan like him? Samson was handsome, smart and was a great guy to hang around with. There were people who would kill for at least a small greeting in the hallways. Other then Riley’s loyal band, there was no one else in the school that hated him. It was all just so frustrating to him.

A thought occurred to Samson. Could it be that Logan just hated him because of his rivalry with Riley? They were brothers after all, though no one would believe it at first glance. Riley was a big stud, while Logan was…well, Logan. The more Samson thought about it, the less logical it became in his head. Even though they were brothers, Riley didn’t exactly treat Logan very well in school. He would sometimes deny having a younger brother in order to save face, even going as far as bully him around a bit. So Logan couldn’t possibly be doing this just to please his older brother, the ass. Though in a sense of irony, Samson realized that the situation he had imagined was actually his own.

Samson groaned and laid his head down on his thick forearms as he felt another headache began to form. What exactly would it take to get Logan to notice him? Samson wondered about it. When they were kids, they both really loved football. However, since Logan never grew or put on any mass, his interest seemed to have died out. Video games weren’t any good either.

“Simon!” A loud, penetrating voice shrieked right next to his ear.

Samson’s head snapped up. “Yes?” For a moment he had forgotten he was still in class.

“Since you have enough time to sleep in class, perhaps you can answer a simple question for me?” The teacher looked down sternly at him as the class giggled.

“What is it Mr. Terry?” Samson said with a straight face.

“Please name the muscles that compose the back in descending order, starting at the base of the head.”

Samson then proceeded with naming each and every one, including some that weren’t included in the textbook. When he was done, the teacher stared at him for a few moments before he gave an uncomfortable cough.

“Er, yes, that’s correct.” Mr. Terry said while trying to regain his composure. “But that’s still no excuse to sleep in class!” The class giggled again.

“Sorry Ms. Terry, it won’t happen again. Promise.” Samson replied in a calm, suave manner. “Feel free to ask me any questions you need answering, any time. I’ll even teach the class if you don’t feel up to it.” Samson then tensed his pecs a bit, causing the front of his t-shirt to stretch out a bit more. Since he already had the teacher on the ropes, he might as well push it further to earn a few more cool points.

“Er, I appreciate the offer but I think I know how to teach my own class.” Mr. Terry began to sweat a bit, his eyes kept on shifting towards Samson’s chest.

So Mr. Terry really does have the hots for me. Samson mentally smiled. He was going to have a lot of fun with this. “You have an after school tutoring session, correct Mr. Terry?”

A bit of surprise flickered across Mr. Terry’s face. “Y-you wish to be tutored? But you don’t need any; your grades are already top-notched.”

“But you have student teachers, don’t you?”

“Well, yes, but uh…”

“There’s nothing wrong with me being allowed to come in and helping…is there?” Samson cocked an eyebrow. “I’m not making you nervous, am I?” Samson then bounced his pecs a bit, enjoying how Mr. Terry’s eye bulged outwards.

“No, of course not!” Mr. Terry said quickly. “You can, uh, come anytime, day or night!” Mr. Terry suddenly realized what he had just said, his face turning red as another wave of laughter swept the class. Luckily for the teacher the bell rang, signaling the end of school. Everyone stopped laughing as they focused their attention on getting home, and because Mr. Terry was still thrown off balance he couldn’t even find himself to stop them and give the homework assignment.

To complete his victory, Samson walked up to his startled teacher and patted him on the shoulder. “On second thought, I think I’ll pass on the tutoring session. I don’t think it would have worked out between, don’t you?”

Mr. Terry stared at Samson blankly, still stunned. When Samson turned around and walked out of the classroom, he could feel the teacher’s eyes still following him. Once again, Samson has left another fan swooning in his wake.

“Dude, that was fuckin’ awesome!” Jamal clapped Samson on the back as he walked out of the classroom. “I ain’t never seen anyone tell off Mr. Terry like that. People will be talking about this for ages!”

Samson grinned. “Well, it was about time he learned not to mess with me.” He said.

Jamal laughed. “I hear that. He’s a fucking asshole to us football players, and he really cracks down on me in Bio. I never woulda thought he had a thing for big guys…or should I say you?”

“Well, I do have that effect on people.” Samson said in a haughty air.

“So, you ready to get bigger?” Jamal asked.

Samson’s grin grew broader. “Always. Think you can keep up with me?”

“Hey, this body ain’t just for show.” Jamal raised one arm and flexed, an impressive bicep rose under the shirt sleeve.

“Yea, well take a look at what they’re showing on Broadway.” And then Samson flexed both of his arms. Two huge twin peaks erupted from his arms, stretching the material of his sleeves taunt.

Jamal gave a long whistle. “Well, if you keep on growing you can definitely beat Riley in no time.”

“That’s the plan.” Samson said cockily

In the weight room, Samson worked himself hard. Arms, chest, shoulders, legs; He worked every body part like there was no tomorrow. He knew the general theory of alternating body parts to allow them to rest and grow, but it didn’t seem to apply to him. Curls, presses or squats, he went through every known routine with a fiery determination, and his muscles responded to his attention. No matter what he did, he just kept on growing bigger and bigger. He probably had good genetics to thank for.

“Damn, just how strong are you?” Jamal remarked as he watched Samson curl over a hundred and forty pounds in each arm. Samson just smiled mysteriously as he wondered himself. There was no way that Jamal could know about the periodic bursts of strength Samson was capable of.

Samson forced out a few more reps before he set the weights back onto the rack. He looked in the mirror and gloated. All his muscles were pumped up and looked so huge. His arms were cannonballs with horseshoe triceps. His pecs stretched the straps of his tank top, with his nipples peaking out. Giving into temptation, Samson reached down and pulled up the bottom of his top to reveal his deeply cut abdominals. His eyes traveled down to his tree trunk legs that could run for ages, but eventually his eyes landed on his ample package.

“You done checking yourself out, Adonis?” Jamal remarked.

“Are you saying I’m pretty?” Samson turned around and raised an eyebrow.

“Shut it!” Jamal laughed and punched Samson’s left pec. Of course, Samson didn’t even feel it. “Anyways, I think I’ll go shower up and head home cuz I’m wiped.”

“Alright, I’m going to stay here and work out a bit more.” Samson told his friend.

Jamal shook his head. “Sometimes I wonder what you’re made of.”

Samson flashed Jamal a grin, then grabbed some weights again and began curling once again. He spent another hour pumping iron before he finally finished. He was sweating like mad, but he had a great workout and felt content. He felt all of his stress over Logan disappear, or at least for the time being. The only thing left that would make him feel even better was a nice, hot shower.

Clad only in a towel, Samson walked into the shower room. To his surprise there was already someone in there. Samson had been the last one in the weight room, so he thought he would be alone in here as well. Curious, he walked into the tiled shower area and peered through the fog. Using the shower near the center was a rather short figure with red hair.

Samson sucked in his breath. Could it be…? “Hello?” Samson called out.

“Yes?” The figure turned, revealing a cute face and dark eyes. It wasn’t Logan, but someone who looked like him. Now that Samson had a good look, he could see that the person was a very cute guy. He was a little short, roughly 5’6”, but had a toned body so he wasn’t a wimp. Samson could see the guy’s attractive six pack and nicely formed arms and legs. Whoever this was, he was definitely taller and more built then Logan…yet at the same time, reminded Samson so much of him that he actually felt his dick stir underneath his towel.

“Oh my gosh, you’re Samson!” The guy exclaimed.

“Uh, y-yea…” Samson said, a little caught off guard.

“I’m like, one of your biggest fans!” The guy continued. “I’ve watched every single one of your games! You’re like, so awesome!” While he was talking, the guy came in closer and closer, and Samson could see how much more he looked like Logan.

“Th-thanks.” Samson blinked at the sudden praises. That face was so similar! The only difference Samson could see right away was that this guy had no acne, a wider chin and higher cheekbones. And hearing such wonderful words spoken about him made his dick jump as he imagined Logan saying it to him. “So, uh, what’s your name?” Samson asked, trying to think straight.

“Oh, I’m sorry, how stupid of me.” The guy smacked his forehead with the back of his hand. “I’m Larry. Larry Richards.” Larry offered his hand to shake.

Samson reached out to accept, hesitating for a moment before he grabbed that hand. A chill ran down Samson’s spine as he shook hands with Larry. He had never been able to touch Logan before, but touching Larry made him feel like he was holding hands with the real thing. Against his will his dick hardened even more so Samson quickly jerked his hand away.

“Er, pleased to meet you Larry.” Samson said quickly in an attempt to hide his growing erection. “You, er, have a nice body.”

“Really?” Larry’s face lit up. “Why thanks! I’m a gymnast, so I guess I’m okay, but I always wanted to be just like you!”

“W-wanted to be like me?” Samson echoed, as if he couldn’t believe what he was hearing.

“Of course!” Larry exclaimed. “You’re like my idol! You’re captain of the football team, maintain a 4.0 GPA in all of your advance classes, incredibly handsome and popular, and you’re built like a tank!”

Samson felt another chill run down his spine. He had received compliments before, but this was something entirely different. It was obvious that Larry and Logan acted completely different, but something about all this was very arousing. Samson found himself eyeing Larry with some not-so-innocent thoughts. This guy was as close as Logan he had ever gotten, and he wanted him so bad! “So you like my b-body?”

“Hell yeah!” Larry said. “I’ve always wanted to be big since I was a kid, but I don’t have the right genetics for it. Whenever I see you though, showing off or kicking the other teams butts in football, I feel so…so motivated! You’re built like a freakin’ tank!”

“Y-yea?” Samson felt himself start to quiver a bit, but then forced himself to focus. Wait, was Larry even gay? Samson quickly checked for the signs.

“Hey dude, can you flex for me?”

“Sure.” Samson said without thinking, and before he knew it his body automatically responded and flexed an arm.

“Whoa man, is that a gun or a bazooka!” Larry cried as he reached out and squeezed Samson’s bicep.

Samson felt his knees quiver as he felt Larry try to dent his muscle and failed. Quickly he gathered his thoughts and focused on Larry.

Breathing? Normal. Stance? Relaxed. Eyes? Full of adoration, but no attraction at all.

Oh hell, Larry was straight.

Samson gritted his teeth. Larry was definitely straight, but he felt himself still wanting to fuck him. His dick was already swelling under his towel, and any moment now Larry would notice. I can’t, he’s straight! Samson’s inner voice screamed.

“Dude, you’re so hard!” Larry said, rubbing the bicep. “It’s like a rock!”

Oh God! It took everything Samson had from grabbing the smaller guy and kissing him on the lips. Those thick, luscious red lips…they looked so good…Perhaps one taste wouldn’t hurt-

No! Samson snapped at himself. Nononononono!

Larry kept going on. “Man, you’re so big its mind blowing!” He said wide eyed, admiring Samson’s large physique. “You’re as big as a Mr. O!”

Samson shuddered in pleasure from Larry’s words. If it had been from anyone else, Samson’s ego might have swelled up but nothing more. But with Larry…fuck, he looked so much like Logan that it wasn’t even funny! The same red hair, the short stature, and although he was definitely not a weakling, Larry’s form was thin enough to be compared to Logan’s. Against his will Samson’s eyes drifted down to Larry’s crown jewels, something he had been trying to avoid looking at all this time. Larry was actually well endowed for a person his size, and seeing the sizable dick hanging flaccid between those legs like that made Samson even hornier. Already Samson’s huge cock was aching and pulsating behind the towel wrapped around his waist.

“Dude, how much can one of these arms lift?” Larry asked, looking up at Samson with adoring eyes. “One hundred…two hundred pounds? Ever since I saw you carrying a linebacker all across the field two months ago, I’ve been dying to know just how strong you are.”

“T-two hundred, twenty pounds.” He stated the weight he had used the last time he had decided to push his strength to the limit. He had always kept the true numbers to himself, but he found himself unable to think before speaking to Larry.

“Dude, that’s fuckin’ awesome!” Larry exclaimed. “You’re so freakin’ big and strong! I’ll bet you can beat an entire team single handedly.”

Somehow, Larry’s praise about Samson’s strength was actually making him feel weaker. Weakness was something foreign to him, seeing how ever since childhood he had been a strong lad. Now, though, it felt like all of his muscles had turned against him as he felt his libido kick into overdrive. Lewd thoughts raced through his mind as he envisioned sex between himself and Loga- er, Larry. He would flex his muscles like he was doing now, letting him touch him, letting him feel everything all of his hard work had created. He would bunch up each individual muscle as Lo…Larry’s hands glided across his skin, pushing them back with a wave of warm fresh. After all of their foreplay, Samson would flip Logan over onto his stomach and then slowly plunge his huge member into those small, tight-

THAT’S CALLED RAPE YOU SICK BASTARD!!!!! His inner voice cut through his mind.

Abruptly Samson jerked his arm back, away from Larry.

“Samson?” Larry asked, confused. “Is…is something wrong?”

“I…I have to go.” Samson said quickly as he felt his face started to turn hot.

“So soon?” Larry asked, puzzled. “But you just got here. Aren’t you going to shower?”

Samson began to think frantically for a good excuse, but thought of none. “I, uh, remembered I have something to take care of.” He finally said, unable to come up with a better lie.

Larry stood there silently, his face looked disappointed. “Oh.” He said finally. “Can you…can you tell me something first?”

“Ah,” Samson started to back off, afraid that anything Larry said would set him off. “Th-that won’t be, er, I mean I really gotta, ah…”

“What did I do wrong?” Larry asked bluntly.

Samson blinked. “Wh-what?”

“Was I talking too much?” Larry suddenly rushed up to Samson, imploring. “Did I touch you in a bad way or something? Please, whatever it is, tell me!”

“Y-you didn’t do any-anything wrong.” Samson stuttered, still too stunned to move. As Samson looked down at those innocent eyes, he felt his lust begin to stir up again. Quickly he averted his gaze.

“I did something to offend you, and now you’re trying to get away, aren’t you?” Larry said quickly.

“Th-that’s not it!” Samson said, even though part about getting away was true.

“You…you hate me, don’t you?”

Those words rocked Samson to the core. “I…I don’t-”

“You DO hate me, don’t you?” Jerry continued. “You think I’m crazy or something, but I’m telling you this isn’t the real me! I was just excited to have finally met you, that’s all. Please, tell me what I did wrong so I can change it!”

“I don’t hate you!” Samson nearly yelled. Jerry’s words…they were almost exactly identical to how he felt with Logan. He would spend endless nights thinking about what he could have done to cause Logan to hate him so much. “You’ve got it all wrong, I don’t hate you at all.”

“Then why won’t you look at me in the face and tell me?” Larry’s voice was so low that it was nearly a whisper.

Tentatively, Samson looked at Larry’s face again. Looking at his red hair. At his full lips. At his eyes.

“I….I gotta go!” Samson turned and bolted out. Before he exited the shower room completely, he risked a peek back. Standing in the middle of the room was Larry, his face looking crestfallen.

No, crestfallen wasn’t even close to the pain on that guy’s face. It was the face of a person who was just crushed by the very same person he had called a hero. Larry’s spirit simply wasn’t destroyed.

It had been shattered into dust.

Fuck Samson swore as he realized how much he had fucked it up with Larry. The guy was probably his biggest fan, and Samson had just treated him like a plague. Being a football player, he was used to hurting a few people physically by accident occasionally, but spiritually? What kind of monster would do such a thing? What was even worse that he had wanted to actually rape the poor guy, despite Larry being straight. What frightened Samson even more that even though he had gotten away from him, he STILL wanted to fuck him!

Samson ran through the locker room and out of the gym entirely, the towel still wrapped around his waist. Right now he didn’t care if someone saw him like that, but the he was going to be naked soon anyways. His hormones had built up so high that he had to fuck now or explode. His mind barely registered the slapping sound of his bare feet against the cold hallway floor. It was late in the afternoon, so the school was almost deserted to Samson’s frustration. He needed to fuck someone, anyone!

Finally, when Samson turned a corner, he found that someone…or someones.

“Kyle! Brad! Peter! Adrian!” Samson barked.

The four guys who were just about to head out turned around and saw Samson, clad only in a white towel that was draped over an erect cock, the head peaking out from underneath the bottom. All four boys stared at the cock head first before looking up at Samson’s face. Samson’s face was distorted, his brows knotted and his eyes burning with a passionate fire. His breathing was accompanied with low, animalistic growls and his huge muscles would sometimes spasm and jerk. Down below, his massive tool was already starting to ooze with pre.

“Get in there!” He pointed at a classroom. Quickly, the four boys did as they were told and rushed through the doorway. Samson entered the classroom and then locked the door behind him. Somehow he had ended up in Mrs. Jenkin’s room, who arranged the desks around against the walls so she could lecture in the middle. This would give Samson and the others ample space to have sex as well as make clean up easier.

“Strip!” Samson barked. Obediently the four boys pulled off their clothes as fast as they could, soon standing stark naked in front of Samson. “Peter, I want you on your hands and knees, facing the other way. Brad, you stand over him.”

Peter virtually threw himself onto the floor, his big bubble butt waiting in anticipation. Brad, a bit confused at Samson’s order, did what he was told and stood over Peter, his long erect cock (Though not nearly as long as Samson’s own) nearly touching Peter’s back.

Without even warming up, Samson whipped off his towel, walked up to the knelling boy and then rammed his cock into Peter’s tight ass. And he didn’t go gradually as he usually did; he rammed as much of his dick into Peter as he could. Peter screamed in a mix of intense pain and pleasure as the huge piece of meat penetrated him so fast. Samson could feel Peter’s strong ass cheeks flex and tighten against his steel hard manhood in a way that was almost felt like his dick was getting a deep tissue massage that made him even hornier. While Samson was pushing himself further into Peter, he turned around to Adrian and Kyle who were both waiting anxiously.

“You two.” Samson said. Both boys suddenly straightened up like army men. They had similar personalities and fetishes, making them a perfect duet for the task he had in mind. “Worship me.” Samson told them.

The two guys didn’t need to be told twice as they rushed over to Samson and begin to rub his hard body. While Kyle was feeling Samson’s muscles, he would whisper statements into his ear, telling him how big and strong, how fucking unbelievably huge he was while tracing the veins that streaked across his glorious body. Adrian, however, was more dedicated to Samson’s body. He rubbed the smooth skin. He’d try to wrap his hand around one of his arms, getting off on how he was unable to reach halfway. Adrian would lick Samson’s abs, tasting the salty sweat that was forming. He would even suck and bite Samson’s nipples like a newborn babe. Both of the boys were thrusting their hard pricks against Samson’s hard body, as if they were fucking the muscles themselves.

Samson gave a short grunt as he felt himself being pleasured by three guys at once. He wasn’t done however, as he finally turned his attention to Brad, who was still standing in front of him, still awaiting for Samson to tell him what to do. This time Samson didn’t say anything, but took immediate action instead. Although he was already on his knees, Samson was just a bit too high for what he wanted to do. So, he reached out, grabbed Brad by the waist and then effortlessly lifted him us so Brad’s dick was leveled with his mouth and then he engulfed the cock head and began sucking hard. Brad moaned loudly as Samson was giving him a blowjob while lifting him off the ground without any sign of strain at all. That kind of strength turned him on so much at he could already feel his climax approaching

In fact, all of them were fast approaching climax. All of them except for Samson.

Fuuuuck Samson groaned mentally as he felt the pressure build. He was making out with four guys at once and yet he still couldn’t get off just yet! That image of Larry/Logan was still in his mind, and although he tried to do what he had always did before and imagined his partner as Logan, today it simply wasn’t enough. He pounded Peter’s ass, rocking his hips back and forth. He let the words and touch of Adrian and Kyle wash over him, sending shivers down his spine as they reminded him how truly huge he was. He even sucked on Brad harder, tasting the surprisingly sweet precum fill his mouth. All at once, the four guys started to shoot their load. First Peter came across the floor, then Adrian and Kyle shot their load right onto Samson’s body. Finally, Brad came right in Samson’s mouth, filling it with an abundance of hot white semen which he gulped down.

All four guys had climaxed, but Samson still couldn’t get off.

Samson didn’t give up so easily. He kept on sucking Brad, he made Adrian and Kyle worship him harder, and poor Peter was still getting pounded by Samson’s oversized dick. Faster, harder, stronger. He felt his climax so close, but he couldn’t quite reach it. One by one, Samson’s partners became exhausted and fell asleep, all but the unlucky Peter who still had to endure Samson’s ruthless fucking.

Logan The name echoed in his head. Logan. Samson’s mind shifted through the numerous images floating in his head of him. Those hypnotic green eyes that shown like two emeralds. That lush, auburn hair that burned with a kind of internal glow. That fragile, yet strong willed body that had the strength to make it through the day. Samson wanted Logan. No, he needed him!

“Oh….fuck! Samson yelled as he finally came inside of Peter, who only gasped out in ecstasy before passing out. Samson didn’t even shoot a quarter of his usual amount before he stopped. Slowly, to Peter’s relief, Samson pulled his dick out and sat back. He knew he had more in him, but he couldn’t release any more. It was as if someone had suddenly cut his orgasm before it reached the height of pleasure. Even though he had came, he didn’t feel as…content as he used to. Usually he felt able to go at it with someone multiple times, but today he just wasn’t feeling it even though he was still hard.

Samson sat there in the middle of the classroom, listening to the quiet moans of the four guys sprawled all around. He had just had sex, but he wasn’t satisfied anymore. He had felt so much pressure after meeting Larry that he thought he couldn’t bear it, but he can’t even relieve that pressure fully now. It was as if it had been empty sex, without any feeling to it at all.

As Samson reflected, it finally dawned on him. Because of Larry, Samson had felt the closest thing he had ever felt to being with Logan, something he had been dreaming for a year and a half. Now that he had a taste of it, he can’t settle for anything less. It hit him like a ton of bricks when he realized his obsession had reached the point of no return. He now had to have Logan no matter what…

…or have no one at all.

To be continued

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