Mac at the Body Building Contest!

Mac at the Policeman�s Body Building Contest!

It was a week later and Mac was standing at Sarge�s front door at 5 in the morning. The day had already started out hot, and Mac reasoned that when the sun did come up it would only get hotter. So Mac had slapped on a clean right white tank top, a pair of running shoes and a pair of bright red Marine running shorts that barely covered his hairy muscle butt. He�d grabbed his suitcase, really just a back pack filled with several pairs of jocks, some more shorts, a few more tank tops and some "fun" essentials like cuffs and tit clamps. Mac packed light, figuring he would spend most of the long weekend doing his best to show off his body. It was time for his first body building contest, the tri-state Policeman�s Invitational Body Sculpting Meet. Mac�s fat dick jumped a little just at the thought of what the weekend would bring, this despite the fact he had pumped three hot loads into Thumper�s ass as midnight rolled around the night before.

Sarge opened the door to let Mac in. Sarge himself had been up early, giving his sleepy wife a rough hard fuck. He knew she needed dick every day, and did not doubt that she would seek out man cock while he was gone. That was fine with him as he planned to have a fun weekend too. Sarge was dressed in his road gear, a pair of tight gray coach�s shorts with a lace up front, socks and sneakers and a tight tank top that displayed his chest fur.
"Ready for the hottest weekend of your life Stevens?"
"You know it sir!" Mac reached out to cup Sarge�s ample package. Sage let out a small hiss.
"Not now Stevens, Jake and Paul, my boys, will be along any minute now. They ain�t gonna understand what you and me got goin on."
"What do we have Sarge? It ain�t we, it�s you man, can�t get enough Mac dick." Mac adjusted his shorts so his now hard dick slipped out, the bottom 5 inches showing underneath the shorts.
"Fuck Stevens, put that thing away."
"Shit Sarge, ain�t your boys even seen dick? Maybe I should introduce them to it�"
"No Stevens, you promised, this weekend no throwin your dick at my boys. They ain�t into that."
"Well then baby," Mac came closer, resting his hand behind Sarge�s neck. "I�m gonna need some help, I gonna need to pop a load or this fucker �ll be hard �til Atlanta."
"Not now Stevens, not here."
But Mac was already guiding Sarge�s head down towards his dick. And truth be told Sarge was not putting up much of a fight. Mac�s drooling fuck stick did look might inviting. Sarge wrapped his lips around the fleshy pole as he felt Mac�s strong bear paw force his head onto it. Like a greedy pig Sarge began slurping on the member, hoping to get Mac off fast before his boys came down stairs.
"Man Sarge you really dig my pipe huh? That�s it man, let daddy fuck your hot mouth bud. Oh shit man, I must be double horney thinkin about seein all those muscled up officers. Fuck yeah!" Mac rocked back and forth, ramming his cock into Sarge�s eager mouth. Then with a small grunt Mac felt his balls contract and his dick jettison another load of man cum.
"Ready Dad?!" The voice of one of Sarge�s boys came echoing down the stairs, followed by the boy himself as Sarge�s oldest, Jake, came bounding down the stairs. Sarge had just enough time to stand up, his back to the eager boy. He wiped off his mouth and gave Mac a look, Mac shrugged and casually slipped his dick under his shorts.
"Yeah Jake, where the hell is Paul." Jake was prime boy meat Mac mused, too bad the kid was a grade A fag hater. The kid stood about 6 feet and had wide crew team shoulders. His flat and firm pecs showed through the thin t-shirt. The gray sweat pants did little to hide the nice bubble butt and decent sized package, for a 20 year old. Mac�s mind began to work overtime to think how to get the punk on his knees.
Behind Jake emerged Paul, Sarge�s other son. Paul looked more like his dad, about five-nine, sandy haired, a stout, broad kid with out an ounce of fat on him. Clearly Paul was in top shape even for a 19 year old. While Jake was clearly the Alpha male of the tow, something about Paul gave Mac a clear picture of the built fireplug standing over his brother Jake, feeding his beer can thick dick meat.

"Stevens, Jake and Paul. Boys, Mac Stevens."
"Hey" Jake waved.
"Howdy Sir" Paul gave Mac a teenage paw and a firm hand shake. Direct and strong. Mac liked the kid already.

"Well, the mini-van�s all packed up boys, let�s get a move on!"

The trip to Atlanta was long, it would take them pretty much all day. Sarge drove while Mac rode shot gun. The two boys were in the back, each in a large bucket seat in the van. Mac settled in and got some much needed sleep. Thumper had kept him "up" all night. When Mac woke up they had been traveling for about 4 hours. Mac looked towards the back and saw that both of the boys were crashed out. Paul was behind his Dad, his long body askew as his breath betrayed a deep sleep. The kid must have been having good dreams, there was an obvious tent in the kid�s sweats. Mac nudged Sarge.
"Guess Paul�s havin sweet dreams huh?"
Sarge took a quick look in the rearview mirror. His eyes went wide for a second.
"Shit Stevens, just normal teenager. Now remember, hands off. I don�t want my boys corrupted by your deviant ways."
"Oh don�t worry about that Sarge. I�m the shy type, never make the first move."
"That�s what I�m worried about."

They arrived at the hotel where the event was about dinner time. Mac and Sarge were staying in one room, the boys next door. While Sarge was unpacking and going over the rules with the boys Mac took a walk around the hotel. Muscle buddy cops were trickling in from all over. Around every corner was a new well built stud. Mac�s lust was growing with every step he took. He wasn�t sure how he would get through the weekend, he wanted to fuck everything in site. He figured he had better get back to the room so he could coordinate things with Sarge, shower and then get out and pick up a few studs to lay pipe on.

On the way back to the room he looked for the ice machine / soda machine room. Right next to the elevator it turned out. The room had a door on it marked "Ice Machine/ Vending." Mac pushed it open just to see what was in there. He liked what he saw. Standing in front of the soda machine was a prime side of cop beef. Dressed in just a square cut pair of swimming trunks the man was trying to get the machine to take his dollar. Mac took in the studs bull neck, wide shoulders, fat pecs with fatter tits on them, narrow rippled waist and flared beefy thighs. The bulge in the sheer suit made Mac�s own dick do the jump n burp. The guy looked up, suddenly aware that Mac was in the room. He gave Mac a dazzling white smile.
"Hey bud, gotta a dollar I could trade ya?"
Mac shrugged and showed his hands in front of his Marine running shorts.
"Sorry man, don�t have anything on me."
The guy smiled again, facing Mac and coming closer.
"The fuck you don�t buddy, you got just what I need." The stud leaned in and kissed Mac right on the mouth. It was all Mac needed to know. He let his hands run down the rippling and smooth chest muscles on the body builder as they went for the prize, grabbing a fist full of prime cop dick encased in blue lycra. The guy moaned. "Oh yeah man, gotta get off."
"Yeah stud? Which way?"
"With you man, everyway, but I�d be mighty happy if you threw me a hard fuck."
"With pleasure buddy."
Mac spun the man around and threw the studs hands up against the soda machine. With one motion Mac pulled the swim trunks down to the guy�s ankles. A smooth white muscle ass gleamed in the low lighting of the room.
"Nice." Mac said as he fished out his dick. He let loose a lug onto the already dipping dick.
"Oh God yes, I love that sound when I know it�s gonna be followed by a whole lot of hard dick up my ass."
"You know it buddy." Mac grabbed the man�s shoulder with one hand and with the other guided his dick into the waiting muscle cop hole. With a slow steady pace he sunk all ten inches into the eager ass. When he hit the bottom he waited, letting the moaning body built cop get used to the fleshy invader.
"Ready for a quick, dirty ass reaming fucker?"
"God yes Sir, fuck this muscle slut!"
"That�s my job buddy, fuck built studs like you. Ugh, ugh,ugh, take this cop cock officer!"
"Shit man you�re drillin me so damn hard, so god damn glad I got me a male pussy fucker."
"Could fuck this, ugh, sweet, ugh, tight, ugh, ass all ugh fuckin day,ugh!!"
"Yeah man, you got the equipment to go deep."
"Shit man, feel like I�m gonna hit a gusher soon!"
The two bull studs, locked in an age old male domination ritual, were rocking back and forth, the bottom cop�s hard body slamming against the soda machine every time Mac slammed his meat home. The machine was swaying back and forth like a third partner.
"Get ready to take my load buddy."
"God yeah, need hot cop sperm up there, fill my hole sir!!!"
"UGHHHHHHHHHHHNNNNGGGHHHHH!!!" Mac�s cock exploded in the tight hot ass of the splayed out, fuck out cop underneath him. At the same time the muscle slut�s body shook as his own dick, rubbing against the front of the soda machine, shot out a good quart of bottom boy cream. At the same time the two heard the soda machine give up a cold can of coke into the front slot.
As the two came down from their high they became aware of a slack jawed older lady staring at them from the now open door way. Mac grinned as he pulled his fat dick out of the other man�s ass.
"There you go bud, I think we got your soda outta this machine after all. Careful ma�am, this thing eats quarters."

Part Two
A Posedown and a Shave!