Mac and Body Building Contest PArt Two
Part Two
A Posedown
Mac spent the rest of the afternoon prowling the halls, talking with the many buffed out muscle cops he met. They seemed to come in every size, color and shape you could think of. Mac was sure to ask some of the hotter ones to stop by the room after dinner for a few drinks (no beer of course) and some good times.
When he got back to  the room Sarge was stepping out of the shower. He stood dripping wet, running a towel over his bulky but firm body. Mac let out a low whistle.
"Can it Stevens. Me and the boys are headed out to Western sizzler for a bite. If you can keep your dick in your pants you are welcome to tag along."
"Thanks Sarge. As long as we�re back by 9 o clock. I asked over a bunch of studs to party."
"Stevens, what the fuck�?"
"Relax Sarge buddy, just a friendly part. No funny stuff I promise. I�ll save that for later�" Mac came up to the damp hairy cheated older man and breathed it his fresh clean smell. "� or we can get a head started right now stud."
"I said no messing Stevens, the boys will be here any minute."
"Would it kill them to see what a stud their old man is?"
"Yes it would Stevens. Now you know my boys ain�t goin for that, so leave them be."
Mac moved in closer and placed a paw on Sarge�s chest, letting his fingers brush the swelling man tit.
"It ain�t them I got a hankering for buddy."
"Awwww jeeesssh Stevens. K-k-knock it off."
"Come on stud man, get it nice n hard for daddy."
"Stevens��"
"Need to show them boys the meat that made them."
"Awwwwww fuuuuuccckkk." Sarge hissed and closed his eyes. He fat dick was hard and already dripping. Truth is that he was already horned up, missing his regular fuck with his wife and with Mac.
Suddenly there was a knock on the door.
"Shit, there�s the boys! Go let them it, I�ll get dressed in the bathroom."
Mac smiled, he loved to turn the man on, it turned him on too. He was sure to arrange his own rock hard dick so it showed down the side of his shorts.
Jake and Paul were standing there. Jake had an annoyed look on his face as he brushed by Mac.
"Dad! Hurry up! Me an Paul want to hit the clubs tonight!" Paul meanwhile had a slight smile on his face as he put his hand out again for Mac.
"Howdy Sir, sorry about Jake, he�s all bustin to go searched for some pussy."
"It�s okay Paul," Mac said giving the kid a firm hand shake, "I know how he feels." Mac watched as Paul�s eyes traveled down his body and registered surprise at the immense bulge in Mac�s shorts.
"I guess so Sir."

Dinner was uneventful. Mac got to know Paul better as he noticed Sarge focusing most of his attention on Jake. Jake seemed loud and brash, and was driving Mac nuts. Paul was too, but in a much different way. Everytime Paul flashed Mac one of his smiles Mac could feel his balls boil over. The kid had a certain charm, and willingness to explore that Mac liked. He seemed much more open to new ideas than his Dad or Jake. More than once Mac was tempted to flip the kid up onto the table and pile fuck him right there in the Western Sizzler, but kept himself under control.

Naturally by the time Mac and Sarge were dropped off at the hotel by Jake and Paul (the two kids took the van with explicit instructions from Sarge) Mac�s balls felt like they were going to explode. He and Sarge were barely in the room when Mac had his tongue firmly down Sarge�s throat. Sarge let out a deep moan and pushed Mac away.
"Jesus fucker, let me kick off my shoes at least. I gotta get off just as bad, but have some control."
Mac smiled and felt down below, grabbing Sarge�s fat hard cock trapped in the older man�s shorts.
"I wouldn�t talk about control fucker. I know you haven�t drained these babies since this morning. You�re like a stick of nitro right now huh? One sudden move and I bet you go off like a fire cracker."
Mac actually saw sweat appear on Sarge�s face.
"S-s-h-h-it Stevens. I am close as fuck to blowin, but not as close as you I bet. God only knows what kind f mutant sperm you got in those hangers, I know for a fact that you are liable to drown if you don�t release the pressure every few hours."
"Who the fuck says I haven�t,huh?"
Sarge laughed. "Fuck, shoulda known better. You couldn�t be around all this hard stud meat five minutes without sampling it huh? Ooooohhhh fuck Stevens, s-s-s-s-s-stop strokin that. I r-r-r-r-rreally am going to bb-b-b-b-b-blow."
"That�s the idea stud, get you off quick so we have fuck around slow the rest of the night."
"J-j-j-j-j-esus yessssssssssssssssss."

Suddenly there was a knock at the door. Mac�s face clouded over.
"Who the fuck is it!" he bellowed, still stroking Sarge�s fat prick.

"Hey Man, it�s Leon and Chris, and our coach. You said 8 right? Sorry we�re early but not much to do around here until tomorrow."

Mac let go of Sarge, who had a pained look on his face.
"Sorry buddy, but looks like the party has started early. These are some of the guys I invited over. Don�t worry, most told me they had to be tucked in by midnight. Training and all. We�ll rock you nut soon enough Sarge."
"Damn Stevens, you fuckin cock tease!"

"Come on in Boys. Meet Sarge, my coach. We just got back from the Sizzler."
"Cool. Hiya Sarge, I�m Leon, this is Chris and our Captain from the Force. Highway Patrol division 16."

For the next hour more and more guys stopped by with similar introductions. All were either policemen, their trainers or close "friends." Mac had never seen such a collection of grade A Prime beef in one spot. Any of the studs, even and especially the coaches, must have put  a strain on whatever uniform they squeezed themselves into each day. They ranged from tall to short, pale to dark, blond, black and brown, and bald. But all were pumped up. The guys of course were not in uniform. Well, not police uniforms. Most wore tank tops to show off their powerful arms and broad shoulders. And at least half the guys were in lyrca biking shorts, many sporting packages Mac would have liked to open and examine. And those who did not opt for the skin tight look seemed to prefer the short short look, with their family jewels threatening to spill out at any moment.

By 9 o clock even Sarge and Mac�s large suite had filled up, with some men spilling out onto the balcony. Mac counted about 50 guys in the room. The amount of testosterone was strong enough to smell practically. Mac noticed that pretty much every one was busy checking everyone else out. Not a shy crowd, guys were already feeling each other�s biceps and pecs. All in the name of the sport of course, but Mac noticed more than a few chubbies showing in those shorts.
By ten the crowd was getting rowdy. No beer for these athletes, but everyone was drunk on being around so many hot men. Mac had centered his attention on one guy in particular. A shorter, younger version of himself. Jim was in his mid 20s, had joined, as Mac had, the force right after the Marines. His head was completely bald, but otherwise he was built like Mac. He had been training all year with his patrol partner (across the room with Sarge).
"Well Jim it looks like you work has paid off well. You got some nice definition there bud."
"Thanks man. Frank works me hard."
"Especially those pecs."
"Like em? Yeah, he really pushes that. Here, let me take off my shirt so you can get a better look."
Jim stripped off his short to reveal a massive, smooth chest. Two erect tits topped large flat pecs. Jim flexed a few times to get them pumped up a bit. The bodybuilding cop stood in front of Mac, stripped down to a pair of sky blue lyrca shorts. Mac smiled and put his hand across Jim�s right pec.
"Nice� and hard�hmmm?"
"Yeah man. Frank is a monster about workin em."
"And your nipples Jim?"
"Huh?" Mac began to roll the erect tit in his fingers, squeezing gently.
"Your tits Jim. Frank work those too?"
"What the hell are you�hsssssss, oh man." Mac pinched hard. "Fuck man, is it obvious?"
"Tell me Jim, what�s his routine to get these puppies so fuckin huge?" Mac kept working the nipple.
"Ahhhh, uhhhh. Jesus man, he, uh, he fuckin chews on em sometime when we�re on watch. Opens up my uniforms shirt and just starts suckin on em."
"Does he make you spew man?"
"Every damn time."
Mac�s hand slid down the chest and covered the lycra covered dick.
"I�m gonna make you cum fucker."
"Fuck buddy, faster than you think."
Mac began massagin the growing prick while keeping his other hand busy with the man�s tit.
"Fuck buddy this is hot. I saw your humpy ass in the lobby and been wantin to investigate it more ever since."
"Yeah man? Maybe later you can slam that hot piece of meat up my muscle butt."
"How would your trainer feel about that."
"Left out fucker, he loves a good slam himself! Fuck bud, can�t�hold�off� any longer! Ugh!"

Mac felt a warm wetness spread under his kneading hand as the stud in front of him shot copious loads of muscle cum. Mac was just about to guide the man down to his own tenting shorts when he heard a commotion behind him.

Mac turned his attention to across the room. A bunch of bull necked men were chanting something, forming  a circle around Sarge. Mac slowly made out the word.
"Pose! Pose! Pose!" The men were chanting as Sarge was throwing up his hands.
"No, no, no way fuckers. I haven�t posed down in years!" Sarge was half laughing and half serious. Mac Walked over to the group.
"What is going on gentlemen?"
One of the bigger guys turned to Mac and smiled.
"Trying to get Strait here to pose for us. Turns out he was all state a few years back."
"That so Sarge!? You never told me that! I think a good pose down would be good. Show these hillbillys how it�s done!" A laugh went up from the group.
"Fuck you Stevens. Besides, I ain�t got a posing strap."
"Do it naked Sarge."
"Shut up Stevens!"
Suddenly a blur of red came flying over the group and landed at Sarge�s feet.
"Use this one!"  A voice went up. Mac picked up the strap and looked at it. It was barely there, tiniest thing he�d ever seen. He handed it to Sarge.
"Well Sarge, look what dropped from heaven."
Sarge glared at Mac as the chant of "Pose!" began again.
"Alright! Alright! Jeeez. Let me go get changed.
Sarge ducked into the bathroom to shimmy into the strap. Mac introduced himself to more of the guys. After a few minutes Mac went up to the door.
"You fall in Sarge."
"Fuck you Stevens. This damn thing is too small."
"Let me see."
"Come in here asshole."
Mac opened the door and Sarge grabbed him, pulling him into the small bathroom. Sarge had the strap on and he was right, it was too small. It barely covered his half hard fat prick, and behind him it disappeared entirely between Sarge�s twin globes of ass muscle.
"See what I mean Stevens. Can�t g o out there like this."
"Ahhh come on Sarge. All these guys seen half hard dicks before. They want  a show, it�ll just add to it. "
"I can�t."
"Why not?"
"I just can�t."
"Sarge look�"
"It is tickling me Stevens!"
"Huh?"
"My, uh, ass. You know, my hole. The material is rubbin up against it. Makin me itch."
"Good itch or bad?"
"Good, I guess."
"Well then don�t be a pussy, so go out and pose. I promise later on I�ll pump so many loads outta that fat cock of yours that you won�t feel that itch for at least, oh, a couple of hours!"
"Fuck you Stevens. Okay, but I can�t do it long. About to bust a nut here."

Sarge came out to hoots and hollers from the guys waiting in the room. His fat half hard cop cock lead the way, tenting out the shiny lycra posing strap.
"Now I�ll only do a few men. Just to show you how it�s done."

And that probably would have been okay, truth be told. Sarge was horned up but he had control. He did three and then four poses, the back of the strap rubbin his sensitive rosebud as he did, but he was okay. Although that fat cunt splitter of his kept growing. No, as usual it was Mac who was his undoing. Mac circulated around the room, telling different guys to start calling out poses for Sarge to do. Mac knew the longer and more poses Sarge had to strike the better chance his rocket would ignite.

Sure enough guys began to call out poses. Sarge began to have a pained look on his face as the material worked it�s way up high in deeper. It almost felt like a finger was rubbin his rosebud over and over. His thick daddy dick was now rock hard, pushing the posing strap so far out that the sides were lifted off his huge thighs. Sweat began to drip down Sarge�s body, getting the posing strap wet. That and his leaky dick made the front of the strap soaked, and the wet material over his sensitive cock head was starting to feel really good.

Sarge winced, any more poses and he would shot, he knew it. Luckily the requests had slowed.
Finally, holding one last pose Sarge felt the urge to cum go to the very brink. It was only by concentrating every fiber of his being that he managed to stave off  a massive ball busting spew. Perhaps it was because he was so focused that he did not hear the guy in the back.
"Come on Sarge!"
Sarge looked up with a question on his face.
"One more buddy, full body flex face out!"
Sarge�s mind could barely register the shouted request. His body began to shake. He saw more than felt his body go into the pose. He swore that he could literally feel the material of the strap dragging over his tender rosebud and across the head of his over teased dick. It was like bolts of electricity were flowing through his body. His balls jerked up, fast, hard, but in his mind a slow as the coming tide. There was a terrible inevitability about the huge on coming cum dump. He had spent the day half hard next to Mac in the car, and then teased to the brink by the stud before the party started. Now his massive daddy balls could wait no longer. They did not care that a couple dozen men were standing watching him, all they knew is that they had too much man cream in them and that they needed to spit it out as soon as possible.

A new sheen of sweat fell across Sarge�s body as the cop cream rushed through his thick fat stiff staff. He heard himself utter a mighty groan as if he were in the next room, he felt it so much more than heard it. The whole room froze. All eyes were on Sarge as he shook and then let out a second "UNGH!" Those who had the foresight to look down at the obscene tent in Sarge�s posing strap were rewarded with the site of a sudden white jet spitting forth from the tip of the pouch followed by a suddenly widening wet spot in the material.

Sarge was off on another planet, his breathing ragged as little after shocks hit him. The room was silent. Then someone in the back yelled out.
"God Damn! Sarge!"

That brought everyone back to the present and soon hoots and hollers went up. Mac stepped forward, with a huge grin on his face. He put his arm around Sarge.
"Okay folks, show�s over. Sarge you get along into the  bathroom and get cleaned up."

Sarge did not say anything but let Mac shove him into the bathroom. After fondling Jim and teasing Sarge earlier, Mac had a huge hard dick himself. But he wanted Sarge to recover first. Now he had to get rid of the rest of the guys. He turned around and noticed that most were half naked and a few even pretty much naked. Half the guys were busy feeling each other up in the hot room, their sweat glistening. Mac could smell an orgy coming on, maybe he wouldn�t have to get rid of anyone. Mac smiled and followed the other�s lead and took off his shirt.
He was reaching for the buttons of his shorts when he noticed a few of the guys staring. He froze.
"What the�" One of the body builders jaw dropped open. Mac thought maybe the guy was impressive by his size.
"Jesus Mac, you a hairy mother fucker."
"So?"
A gale a laughter went up from the men in the room.
"Fuck Mac, you can�t pose with that bear rug on ya! How you ever supposed to see your definition like that?"
"It�ll be fine." Mac was pissed, Sarge hadn�t said anything about shaving. Mac LIKED his fur.
"Easy Mac, just tryin to help. Let me and the boys give ya a shave ok?"
"No, I don�t think�"
"Stevens!" Mac swung around to see a buck naked Sarge standing in the bathroom door.
"Shuck of your shorts officer! Men, get a kit and some shaving cream. Stevens you gotta get shaved boy. Men! I want every hair from his neck down gone!!!"
 

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