scroll below for part twoMac Stevens "Party At Pops."
Several days later Sarge filled Mac in on what had happened down in his weight room as Jones, the hulking, big dicked firefighter, had just unloaded the first man juice to ever splash the walls of Mac Stevens colon. Turns out good ëol Thumper had gotten worried when Mac did not return home. He was worried maybe Sarge had done something, so he had gone to Sargeís house. When he had heard Macís screams he knew something wasnít right. Luckily he had a cell phone with him and called the Captain down at the precinct. Within minutes a SWAT team had shown up. Taking their cue from the joint orgasmic screams of Jones, Stevens and Sarge they had busted down the door with guns drawn.
The site of the three muscle men dripping in sweat and man cum was one they would never forget. Luckily Thumper has the presence of mind to tell the stunned SWAT team to get a bead on Jones. Thumper knew more than anyone that the sight of Mac, in chains, hanging loosely and filled with softening dick was just not right.Sarge started babbling like a baby, despite glares from a suddenly silent Jones. The captain of the Swat team, a long time pal of Macs, quickly got the picture. He ordered Sarge and Thumper to untie Mac and get him upstairs. Meanwhile he ordered on of his men to take the video camera from Jones, rewind it and press record. The last thing Thumper saw as he and Sarge struggled up stairs with Macís body was the SWAT team with their guns aimed at Jones and their Captain asking the suddenly very small fireman if he had ever tasted cop dick before.
Sarge assured Mac that despite all of Jonesí braggadocio that the fireman would think twice about ever molesting a cop again. The SWAT boys had hours of uninterrupted tape showing Jonesí hole full of fat, hard dick.
Macís friends noticed he was a changed man afterwards. It took a couple of days for Mac to recover, but soon he as back on his feet and just as horny as ever. But he took his time more often, was kinder to the fuckees and even once or twice offered his ass for a good licking to a disbelieving punk. And then there were the increasingly regular fucks Mac took from Thumper. In the privacy of his own home of course. A man had a reputation to uphold after all.
A couple of months after the "incident" in Sargeís basement and Mac was a changed man. Even though the basement sessions in Sargeís work out room reminded Mac of how his ass was so brutally taken, he continued to go 4 times a week to lift with Sarge. After all Sarge did still have the tape, and, truth be known, Mac kind of liked the lusty suck sessions that he and Sarge (well, mostly Sarge!) had after each work out. There was something so satisfying about sitting back after a hard lift while your boss got down on his knees and gave that one last muscle a wonderful work out.
And 8 weeks in the sessions (lifting sessions that is!) were definently affecting Mac. His whole body was more toned. His large, wide back now had mass to it, his pumped up arms were finely honed. His bubble butt was rock hard, and his legs showed in base relief when he flexed in front of the work out mirror. Mac was on his way to becoming a mass of cop muscle, just like Sarge promised.
"Well bud, Iíd say your almost ready to be shown stud."
"Huh? What the hell do you mean Sarge?"
"Fuck Stevens, I didnít waste all this time just so I could sweat in the basement with your ass. I mean to show you off boy, like a prized pony."Mac laughed. "I ainít no beauty queen mister."
Sarge sighed, "No butthead, a body building contest. Me and my boys are going down to Atlanta in three weeks, they are in the Junior division, and you, ya big stud, are in the masters division.""Uh, sorry Sarge, no can do, I donít really go for that."
"Bullshit Stevens, every day you parade around in that tight ass uniform, showing off your awesome body. Youíre a born cock tease boy, youíll do fine."
"NawÖ"Sarge stepped up to Mac and stared him down.
"Stevens! I have signed you up and that is final! Donít forget who owns who boy!"
Mac grinned. "Okay Boss. But,uh, I forget, who does own who? Maybe you can figure it out while you get down and suck off my dick. Looks like it needs a hot mouth donít it Sarge!" Sarge smirked at Mac, but still sank to his knees, pawing at Macís work out shorts."Damn Stevens, gotta tell Thumper to double up on his duties, your balls look like their gonna explode."
"Oh man Sarge, they are. Yeah, they sure areÖ"Sarge wasnít too thrilled when Mac told him he was taking a week off, just two weeks before the big meet in Atlanta, but Mac wanted to get away for a while.
"Where you toolin to Stevens?""Down to visit my old man in Florida Sarge."
"He a sleezy slut like you?"
"NawÖ heís much worse!" Mac grinned from ear to ear.
Part One- The Trip Down-
Mac had treated himself to a brand new Harley V-Rod as a reward for getting into such good shape. Besides, he told himself, the leathers Santa left him now fit like a glove on his sculptured body. He wanted to get out on the road and show of his new bike and bod. He got up early in the morning and packed. He dropped a toothbrush, some toothpaste and a pair of running shorts into the small leather satchel on the bike. He knew once he got to Pops he wouldnít need to wear much more than the shorts, and if they did decide to go out he could always grab one of his old manís t shirts.
The rest of his clothes he would wear. Standing stark naked in front of his full length mirror he admired his newly toned body. He flexed his large flat pecs, gone were any signs of flabbiness, his tits, well worked by Thumper these past few weeks, stood out like little erasers. He absent mindedly rubbed them until they got stiff. He wished Thumper was there to nibble on them, but the boy toy Marine had to go to a training program for the next 4 weeks.
Macís fat shlong hung heavy, half erect, but getting fully hard as Mac continued to flick at his nipples.
"Shhhhhhhiiiiiittttt. Gonna pound that boys ass when he gets back." Mac closed his eyes for a moment as he wrapped his massive paw around the thick cop steak between his legs.
"Nnnnnhhhhh yeah, fuuuuuuccckkk." Mac let his tongue lick his upper lip as he gave his tool long strokes full of goose bump inducing friction. He other hand has alternating between pinching his left nipple and feeling out his rock hard biceps as his other arm pumped away at the fat steel loaded cock.
"Unnnnnnhggggghhh boy!" Mac let out a hiss of air as his head went back ,lost in a moment of pure pleasure that only a man can know. His balls churned as the base of his hand kept smacking the sperm filled sacks. Faster and faster Macís hand went, sweat breaking out, giving his whole body a sheen. Every muscle tense in the mirror as Macís dick prepared to shoot. He looked in the mirror and saw a big dicked naked muscle cop staring back.
"HELL YEAH!!" Mac screamed as his hand doubled in speed and his balls suddenly sprang to life, pumping out a huge load of man cream onto the mirror and sending mind altering chemicals racing to his brain.
"Fuck yeah! Thatís the way to get the day started!"
Mac padded around his house naked, eating breakfast and reading the paper. Then he went back upstairs.
"Hope I can get dressed this time." Mac half said to himself. Of course he barely could. Just the idea of speeding down the highway in his leathers with a Harley underneath him was getting his dick hard again. And when he laid out the leathers Santa had given him his dick got fatter and fatter.
"Shit, Iíll be here all day. Sorry buddy, no more fun, gotta get dressed." Mac put on the leather jeans first, still about a size too small, but when he finally got them over his hips he knew why. They showed off his lower body incredibly well. Even before he stuffed his dick in the front and zipped them up they were hugging his ass and encasing his massive thighs in a coat of black leather.
Next was his leather shirt. Since he had been hitting the Gym the shirt now did not fit loosely anywhere. The leather stretched to cover his huge arms and maxed out chest. He literally struggled to button the damn thing up. Then he huffed and grunted as he stuff first his shirt and then his cock into the jeans. By the time he has snapped the front and top button closed on the leather jeans he felt like a polish sausage, but looked like a million bucks. Every muscle, EVERY muscle, would be clearly seen underneath the tight skin of the leather.
Next he struggled with the boots, nice tall motorcycle boots, as tall as but not the same as his patrol dehners. These boots were bulkier, less graceful land down right dirty: a condition he would never let his patrol boots get into. If they ever did he would simply find some punk downtown to lick them clean.
The finishing touch and the fourth and last piece of clothing he would wear would be a pair of leather gloves. Leather and Harley queens liked the big "knight" gloves, but for Macís money nothing beat a pair of sort police gloves. The leather was tight around his hand and nothing got in the way if he wanted to keep the gloves on while guiding some guys head to his dick. And most guys LOVED for Mac to keep the gloves on.
A pair of mirror shades and a black motorcycle helmet finished off his touring outfit. He went down stairs and hoped on the bike. He was off!Now, you know Mac, the journey down to Pops was full of adventure. No simple drive down the highway, Macís sense of adventure, and his constantly hard cock, often got him into situations. Here are just a fewÖ
Mac was about an hour and half into the trip. The day was sunny and bright. He felt liked he owned the world. And who was to blame him. Already his ego, if not his dick, had been stroked by several passing truckers who leered lecherously at the muscle bound biker on his sleek machine. In a perfect world Mac would have let them do a lot more than leer, but he only had a week off after all.
Suddenly he heard a siren behind him. He quickly glanced down at his speedometer. Shit! He was doing 90, in a 65 zone. Not that he couldnít get out of a ticket, after all there was such a thing as professional courtesy. Itís just that he hated to deal with some yahoo hick cop who might hassle him.
Mac carefully eased his bike over to the side of the road. He stopped the bike and turned around. The squad car pulled up right behind him and to the side. The cop inside looked at Mac and the Bike. Mac couldnít get a good fix on the cop, but he knew the guy was running Macís tags. With luck the guy would give Mac a hard time about speeding and then let him go.
It seemed like an eternity before he heard the squeak of the car door opening and the cop getting out. Mac turned around to see what sort of redneck he would be dealing with. Mac was pleasantly surprised. The cop was not Greek God, he obviously had his share of doughnuts in his days, but was still young enough that he still had some of his muscle to him. He had short Marine style black hair, but Mac knew that did not mean much, all redneck cops wanted to think they were just like Marines. The guy had a nice strong chin and deep blue eyes. Mac had a sudden image of the guy looking up at Mac with a fat tool in his mouth. But the clincher for Mac was the glint of a wedding band on the manís left hand. Jackpot!!
"Officer StevensÖ" The man pronounced "Officer" like it was a foreign word. "Not sure if you are aware this state has similar laws about speeding to your jurisdiction."
Mac groaned inwardly, the redneck was going to be a hardass, going to "teach" Mac a lesson. Not if Mac could help it."Officer Kolowski," Mac replied, squinting to read the manís breast plate tag "Sorry about that slip up, I simply forgot what I was doing for a moment."
The redneck cop paused for a second, dragging out the moment for effect.
"Forgot what you were doing officer? While tooling down the highway on your bike doing 90 miles an hour? Good way to get yourself killed, or others!"
"Yes Sir." Mac almost rolled his eyes. Would the yahoo just let him go already!?
"Well, I suppose I should cut you some slack, I assume your on vacation this far from home?"
"Yes, going to visit my Pop in Florida."
"Hmm, well, okay. But rules are rules mister. You can get your captain to argue with mine, but meanwhile Iím gonna have to write you up."Mac almost swore out loud. He could not believe this. Still, he bit his lip. Who knows, maybe the cop was new and didnít know better. Heíd soon learn, once Macís Captain got through with him.
"Well?"
Mac looked up, he hadnít heard the cop.
"Sorry?""You okay officer Stevens? Seem to be zoning out there a bit much. Maybe youíre too hot in that leather?"
The Cop gave a smirk. "I asked what kind of bike this is, Iíve never seen one like it."
"A HarleyÖ."
"No shit? " The redneckís eye brows arched. "Never seen a Harley like this before."
The gears in Macís brain began to turn."Itís new , a V Rod, not too many out on the road yet. Built like a Harley, runs fast like those rice burners."
"I saw that.""Want to get a closer look?" Mac said as he swung himself off the bike and stood up beside the trooper. Mac noticed he was a good 5 inches taller than Officer Kolowski. Mac was sure to stand is such a way to show off his body. He couldnít miss Kolowskiís stolen glance at his muscled form.
"Uhm, sure."
"Go ahead, take a seat, You got a Harley Officer?"
"Yeah, older model. Nothing fancy like this beast." The cop swung his leg over and settled in the leather seat."Damn, comfortable. How does it ride?"
"Like a dream buddy." Mac, naturally as he could swung his leg over the back of the bike so that he was now standing, straddling the rear section of the bike, his body right behind the seated trooper. Officer Kolowski jumped a bit when he felt Macís warm leather clad body behind him, but played it cool.
"Hear, let me show you around" Mac said, leaning over Kolowskiís shoulder.
"The controls ainít too much different, but thereís a few fun things."Mac settled in behind Kolowski, just like they were sharing a ride down the highway. Mac pressed his body against the trooperís back. He felt the manís body stiffen, but Kolowski remained quiet. Mac reached his arm around and pointed out the control panel. He was sure to let his huge gun brush against the troopers body and arm. The trooper was a still as a statute. Mac grinned.
"What do you think officer?" Mac said as he let his arm rest on the handle bar, effectively pushing it against the trooperís body.
"Uh, about what?""The machine buddy, the machine. The V-Rod." Mac put special emphasis on the word "rod."
Mac flexed his arm, popping out the bicep, which looked like an animal trapped underneath the leather shirt. Macís dick gave a jump, fully hard, he pressed it subtly against the Cops backside. Mac was getting hotter by the second, he had this cocky redneck cop trapped like a deer in the headlights. The trooper had to know he was loosing control of the situation, but was too afraid, or too turned on, to make a move.
"Yes sir," Mac said as he let his hand slip off the handle bar and rest on just above the knee of the Cops leg. "Nothing like a hard driving machine between your legs to make you feel alive. You know what I mean buddy?"
"Uh, s-s-s-sure."
Mac let his hand slid up further while the other arm went to the Cops shoulder, gently squeezing the flesh there."The engine sending vibration racing through your bodyÖ"
"Ummmm." Mac knew if he could see the Cop from the front the man would have his eyes closed by now."Every cell feeling soooo good." Mac slide his hand up the thigh further until he felt the first hard flesh that let him know that officer Kolowski had a rock hard redneck trooper cock trapped in his poly-blend uniform pants.
Party At Pops The Trip Down Part Two
When Mac�s gloved paw hit the trooper�s encased hard dick Mac felt a shiver run through the trapped cops body. The trooper was turned on big time. Mac gently stroked the captive cock while he whispered in the man�s ear.
"Officer, looks like you need assistance. Why don�t we give this bad boy some air." He finished the sentence by giving the cock a good hard squeeze.
"Ohhh God, yeah." The man was in another world, oblivious to everything but his raging hard on.
Mac went to unbuckle the Troopers uniform pants, while his other hand slid down to rub the officer�s pecs slightly. The trooper was beginning to breath hard. Mac undid the belt buckle and snapped the top button. Then with slow, agonizing tenderness, he unzipped the man�s pants. To his surprise the cops cock came into view.
"Going commando today officer?"
"Fuhhhhcccckkk." Officer Kolowski let his head lull back onto Mac�s shoulder.
"Fat piece of cop meat there buddy. Nice n fat, nice n hard!" Mac fished out the fat cop cock stalk. He peered over the moaning cop�s shoulder to see the guys dick splatter pre cum on his uniform pants."Damn buddy, this bike getting ya hard? Want a a jerk off from this leather clad muscle cop?"
"Yeah."
"Yeah what?"Kolowski�s head leveled off, he paused while Mac�s leather gloved hand wrapped itself around his fat dick. The light came on slowly�
"Yes� sir?""Yeah Officer, that�s right. Yes Sir!" Mac commenced rubbing the man�s little brain. The redneck cop groaned as he felt his dick being cop handled.
"Fuck�sir. That feels sooooo goood.""Like that junior? How about those tits?" Mac pinched one of the man�s nipples and rewarded with a sharp intake of air and a slight moan.
"Oh yeah baby, Daddy Mac�s got your number I bet. How�s that cop ass?"
"What?�Sir, huh?"
"Tight?""I ain�t no-"
Mac put his hand over the cops mouth. "Careful son, ain�t what? I ain�t asked what you are, just how you are, got that?""Yes Sir."
"No is that ass tight�or not." Mac said picking up the pace with his other hand, jacking the cop�s spongy fat dick stick."Uhnnn, well, Sir, my wife."
"Your wife what?""She�s got a thing."
"What boy? What thing?"
"A ,uhm, toy.""Shit boy, quit stallin, spit it out."
"A toy, ya know."
"No, I don�t""A dildo, a, she, uh, wears, you know, wears it."
"A strap on boy?"
"Yeah.""Say it boy."
"Uh, she has a ,uh, strap on.""She fuck you with it boy?"
"Well, uh, one night�""Yes or no boy!"
"Yes sir."
"So spit it out! Say it!"The cop looked confused, Mac could sense his confusion.
"Say it boy, my wife fucks me with her strap on dildo.""I ain�t-"
"Say it boy!!!"Mac could hear the edge in the Cops voice, the breaking down of his spirit.
"Uh, my wife, uh, fucks me with her Strap on dildo�sir!"
Mac laughed out loud. "Well fuck officer, looks like you need more than a hand job, am I right?""No sir."
"Callin me wrong boy? Your hard dick ain�t callin me wrong!""Uh, no sir, I mean yes sir. Uh, I mean, We�re out in public� sir. I don�t think-"
"Shit boy, I got your dick wavin in the wind! What you worried about. Besides, your patrol car�s blockin the view form the highway. Now raise up that pretty ass a little, let em slip those uniform pants down a little."
Almost without thinking Kolowski raised his seat up enough for Mac to pull the pants down. Now even sitting the troopers ass crack was available to Mac. With a mighty grunt Mac unzipped his leather jeans and fish out his fat ready dick.
With a loud SHLAP his dick hit the small of Kolowski�s back. Mac saw Kolowski try to turn his head.
"Naw you don�t officer. Best not think about what I�m about to ram up your redneck ass. Just take a depth breath and relax. okay boy?"
"I�ll t-t-t-try Sir.""That�s the spirit."
Mac�s dick was leaky as hell, he could feel it slip and slide as he aimed it towards the man�s private garden.
"Up a bit son, gotta get leverage here.""Oh God" Mac couldn�t tell if that was from the anticipation of pleasure or humiliation or both.
"Get ready officer, here comes your new daddy!"With a might grunt Mac�s slick dick found its target and began drilling the oversexed trooper, who just moments before was a normal redneck cop who had a kinky wife. Now he was some leather clad muscle stud�s new fuck toy!
It was hard to call it a rape, Trooper Kolowski was enjoying himself a bit too much after the initial pain subsided. He and Mac engaged in primeval male on male domination, with Mac grunting and Kolowski answering with a deeper grunt. They were rutting like two wild animals on the forest floor astride Mac�s new bike, just yards from the passing traffic.
"Damn Officer, you�re a fine fuck you are. Milkin my dick right."
"Ungh!"
"Yeah baby, daddy understands, you want it harder. No problem."
"ungh, Ungh!"It was no leisure fuck for Mac, but a good old fashioned grudge fuck. Mac attacked the man�s ass with all his strength, practically meshing the trapped cop into the Harley. Mac could feel his balls slap the leather seat as he rammed his dick home and milked the poor oversexed animal�s cock underneath him.
"Sorry Officer, don�t have time to fuck ya right. Need to get off more than anything, so, ungh, here it comes fucker!" Just then Mac felt the captive cops cock recoil shots of creamy cop cum all over the front of Mac�s bike. Mac himself could no longer hold out and with a last mighty grunt shot his seed deep into the married fuck toy.
Moments later Mac leaned back, his fat dick popping out of the fuck over trooper with a loud PLOP. Kolowski let out a hiss of air from his mouth.
"Shit Officer Stevens, I ain�t never felt anything like that."
"Like that did ya boy?"
"Yes Sir!""So about that ticket."
Kolowski stood up, zipped up his pants, tucked in his shirt.
"Well Sir, just cause you got a sweet fuck goin on don�t mean I can abandon my job�"
"Why you little F-""Now hold on Sir. What I was sayin� was that, uh, when you swingin back home?"
"In a week.""Like I was sayin, a week from now I�ll be doin my paperwork in room #17 at the Route 65 Motel outside Deweysburg, Route 65 North. Now, I can�t be held responsible if a couple big wads of muscle cop sperm should accidentally ruin the paperwork�"
Mac held up his hand "I got it solider. You better be there, cause about then I�m gonna have a bunch of loads saved up for your ass."
"I�m counting on it sir!"
Mac jumped on his V-Rod and gunned down the highway, the wind whipping at his body, his mind high from the slam-fuck he�d just delivered.
Now to say the rest of Mac�s journey down to see his dad was without incident would be stretching the truth. Fact is Mac, with his newly toned body, new leather and new bike attracted just about enough attention to satisfy Mac�s ever churning balls.
There was the fellow biker who motioned Mac to the side of the road. The guy was an off duty prison guard with an eye for hot machines and hot leather. After a few minutes of going over Mac�s machine he began to go over Mac�s body. His hands running over the tight leather shirt Mac was wearing. Mac gave him a big grin and asked if there was some place they could skin off to relax for a while.
"Follow me stud, I know a place off road."Mac followed the large sized leather biker down a country road that dead-ended in a small field. The two found themselves underneath a small tree that offered shade and privacy. The guard reached down and felt Mac�s massive member.
"Fuck man, hot piece there. I want you to feed me that snake. Make me gag on your stalk stud.""Cool man, wanna fuck me later?" Mac had a sudden urge to submit to this oversized guy. He was massive, about Mac�s height but easily twice as wide. Not much fat, just pumped up arms, legs and chest, wayyy pumped up.
The Guard got a shy look on his face and he kicked the dirt with his size 13EEEboot.
"Fuck man, they got us on the juice at work. Pumped me up plenty but my cock ain�t gonna get into your fine bubble ass."That didn�t stop Mac and the guard from enjoying a fine afternoon. The guard slurped up Mac�s fat dick, sucking out a huge load. Mac then lay on the ground to let the guard fuck his mouth with his short dick. Mac got a second load out of the giant guy by working the stud�s nipple with his teeth, then the guard gave Mac one fine hand job while telling him about the various hot scenes he�d seen at work.
Through out it all neither Mac nor the guard got much past unzipping their leather pants and unbuttoning a few buttons on their shirt. Mac loved the feeling of sweating in his leathers while getting his joint worked.
Mac spent the night on the road at a small motel with a small pool out front. Once in the room he stripped off his leather and hung it to air out. He slipped on his running shorts and headed for the pool. The only person in the pool this late (about 10 p.m.) was a slim but muscular young man. He was lazily swimming around when Mac jumped in.
"Ahhh, that�s good. Been riding all day.""Yeah?" the guy answered, Mac figured him for about 22 or so, fresh out of college or somewhere.
"Yeah, fun to ride, but after a long day better to relax."
"Yeah."Mac detected a down note in the kid�s voice.
"What�s up bud? Travelin� alone tonight?"
"Naw, just got married yesterday, but the wife has her period. She�s in bed sleepin off a headache.""Bad luck man, you at least get in a quick one before she got her visitor?"
"Naw, " The guy laughed. "Not yet, but soon."Mac swam over to the guy, his dick hard and pressing against the wet shorts. Mac already knew where this was headed and he was really excited about it.
"Fuck man, you must have huge balls huh? Chock full of all that sperm?" Mac was right in front of the kid, not sure if the kid could see his massive erection, but nevertheless looking deep into the kid�s eyes.
"Uh, yeah. I guess." the kid began to get nervous.
"Relax kid, I ain�t gonna hurt cha! " Mac reached out and playfully flicked the kid�s left nipple; they were only waist deep in the shallow end. The kid flinched but didn�t move. He started to feel the raw sexual energy too."It�s a shame bud, a young, hungry stud like you denied a little back and forth action on his honeymoon. Fuckin A you must be a horny bastard!" Mac reached out again, but this time took the kid�s nipple in between his fingers and gave a sharp pinch. The kid gave out a yelp, but didn�t pull away. So Mac pinched again. The kid went to open his mouth but closed it. So Mac pinched again, and the kid closed his eyes for a second.
"Shit son, you need to get off bad don�t cha?" The kid did not respond, so Mac twisted the nipple just a bit.
"Don�t cha son?"
"Owww, yeah man. You into suckin stud dick mister?"
Mac arched his eyes in surprise. He laughed.
"Shit boy, from zero to sixty in no time huh?"
The kid looked puzzled, Mac came up closer. He felt his rock hard dick, which was sticking straight out, tenting his shorts, touch the kids stomach. He pressed it in with a hard jab. The kid flinched but didn�t back up. He couldn�t, Mac had maneuvered them to the edge of the pool."Sure kid, any man worth his cock n balls can suck off another stud. But it takes a real man to offer up the main dish to another guy."
The boy�s faced flickered in confusion, and then realized what Mac was talking about, but hoped he was wrong.
"Main dish?""Yeah kid, you a virgin, like your blushing bride?"
"Damn mister, I just want a quick hand job, give your old ass a thrill�"
Mac grabbed the kid by the jaw and pulled his face right into his.
"Listen punk, one, if I get your rocks off, and there�s no guarantee of that, it ain�t gonna be in no circle jerk. And two, I may be old, but I can take you down in a heartbeat. Okay?""S-s-sure thing�"
"Turn around and shut up, got that?"the kid was shaking, but he turned around. Mac slid his hands up the kid�s chest. He ran his big paws over his nipples.
"Fuck boy, tonight is your lucky night. Daddy Mac is gonna drain those balls for you. You�ll be able to go back and fuck your new wife in a calmed, orderly fashion."Mac�s hands slide down the kid�s chest and grabbed his baggy swim shorts. With a swift motion he pulled the down to the kid�s knees, exposing a snow-white ass that glowed in the lights of the pool. Mac looked around, the place was quiet, everyone was inside.
"Now listen up punk, I�m gonna ream your ungrateful horny ass right here in the pool. You yell out and people are gonna come running to find you getting fucked up the shit shut by some �old guy.�" You keep quiet and I guarantee you your balls will turn inside out with the best orgasm you�ll ever have."
The kid whimpered, but said nothing. Mac slipped his hand down the kids firm butt checks and into the crack.
"Oh yeah son, Daddy likes the way you feel. And I bet you gonna like the way daddy feels too, right up your ass. Its your lucky night fucker, daddy�s gonna make you a man on your honeymoon. How hot is that?"
Mac�s finger found the kid�s rosebud. With gentle, but firm persuasion he forced his finger up into the kid�s hot hole. The kid whimpered louder, but kept his mouth shut. A quick reach around confirmed Mac�s suspicion about how much the kid was enjoying the situation.
"Damn boy, your cock is hard, and huge. You bride is one lucky cunt to get split by something that fat. Yeah, she�s gonna beg for that monster a lot. Almost as much as you�ll be beggin me for more of mine by the time we�re done."
Mac wedged a second fat finger up into the kid, who was making small noises a lot now, but still okay.
"Ready for the main event punk? Ready for this stranger, some guy you didn�t even know until five minutes ago, to take your cherry? How�s that feel? Too bad you Dad or even you father in law couldn�t have taken it, but maybe when you get back you�ll offer your wife�s dad your hole. It�s the least you can do since he set you up with a lifetime of free cunt."
"Jeeze mister, just hurry up, get this done." The kid said softly, almost on the verge of crying.
"Don�t worry baby, I�ll be gentle." Mac grabbed his dick and placed it square on the kid�s ass. With a persistent force he willed the fat mushroom head into the kids waiting ass. The kid gritted his teeth.
"Fuuuuuccccckkkk" came the grunt from between the kid�s teeth. Mac placed his paw over the kid�s mouth as he pushed with all his might to get the rest of his dick up the tight virgin hole. The kid started making more noise. Mac stopped for a moment, his hard dick halfway up the impaled young man."Quiet boy. Less you want folks comin out asking what the commotion is all about!"
The kid stopped making noise, but Mac felt that the newly married stud�s dick was at half-mast. Mac fondled it as he shoved more of his dick into the lad.
"Don�t worry son, soon enough that dick will be rock hard again. I promise to empty those balls and I never go back on my word."
After a short struggle Mac found that his dick was to the hilt up the kids ass. Mac rested a moment, letting his mouth get right next to the kid�s ear.
"Feel that son? Daddy dick is buried in your married ass. Betcha didn�t think about this when you were standing up in front of all those people."
Mac sat for a moment, letting the kid�s ass adjust to the large fleshy invasion. Then he slowly pulled out until just his tip was in the hole, and then slowly sunk back in. He was careful not to go to fast, least he scare the kid.
With maddening patience Mac slow fucked the kid, letting the kid feel every inch of Mac�s weapon invade his most private parts. The kid�s head was swaying, rolling from side to side as Mac increased the tempo of the fuck. Low, guttural moans began to escape from the kid�s lips. Whatever pain and fear the young man had were being replaced by the raw male sex drive. The young buck began to buck back against the stud stag fucking his body. In the pool. Next to the hotel. Next to the hotel room where his new bride lay sleeping. He was getting fucked by a complete stranger with a massive dick right in front of his unknowing wife!
"Fuck me mister, fuck me harder" came the almost moaned command from the impaled bridegroom. "Pound my ass. Fuck it!" the kid was more than just loosing his virginity; he was losing his mind!
Mac complied by savagely thrusting his swollen member in and out and in and out of the sex starved young man, giving the kid all the fuck force 240 pounds of toned cop muscle could give.
Mac�s ball was chock full despite a day full of sex. He knew he didn�t have long to fuck the give out in public, but he didn�t need long. With a steady and sure series of hard thrusts he tripped the cum wire in his cock, his balls responding by sending torrents of rich cop cream cramming into the coupled kids ass.
The kid grunted once, twice and a third time when his dick exploded, spilling his seed for the first time in his new marriage. Spilling his seed for this muscle bound stranger, in a pool, in public!
Mac and kid were both breathing heavily as Mac pulled his still hard dick out with a mighty pop!
"Shit Kid, nice ass you got there. You�re a good fuck, don�t you forget that." Mac turned the kid around and kissed him on the lips. The young man was in a daze.
"T-t-th-h-anks mister," was all he could say. Mac smiled, his won dick was still hard. He knew that his balls had not given up all their load for the night, despite the fullness the kid now felt in his ass. Mac reached down and cupped the kid�s balls in his paw.
"Fuck boy, feels like you still got a good couple of loads in those babymakers."
"No way mister, I gotta get back to my wife."
"Now kid, think about it. You�re wife ain�t gonna get you off again tonight. And unless I was dreamin, I sure as hell got you off big time just now. So how about you and me spend some quality time in my room."
The kid was still dazed and unable to offer an argument. The two got out of the pool, Mac had to remind the kid to pull up his shorts.
That evening was an eye opener for the young groom. He experienced the joy of the male blowjob from both positions, basking in the warm mouth of Mac and trying desperately to fit Mac�s huge cock in his mouth. After midnight Mac climbed on top and pounded the kid�s ass one last time for good measure and then sent the drained kid back to his wife. Mac envied the kid�s dad and father-in-law. He knew the over sexed young man would be a good husband but an even better cock hound.
The next day Mac got up late. The happy couple had already left. He zipped up his leathers and climbed on his V-rod. He was only about 4 hours from his dad�s. He couldn�t wait to finally get to pop�s!!!!!!!