Date: Mon, 8 Dec 2003 18:09:51 EST
From: IfIWantU2@aol.com
Subject: Dalton-4

This story is a work of fiction intended only for adult readers.  The
licensing of this story in no way affects its copyright, which remains in
the author's sole possession.


I'd known Derek for several years.  Derek was a police officer in an
exclusive wealthy suburb near the gym.  He was paid handsomely for
attending to lonely divorcees and widows who requested assistance when they
heard a pin drop at night.  Prior to joining the elite police force, Derek
had spent 6 years developing his demeanor and masculinity in the Marine
Corps.  He was tough, disciplined, and brawny.  Derek's hair was blond,
still cut in jarhead fashion; his facial features were Germanic with the
piercing eyes of a lion.  He stood 5-11, weighed over 200.  His body was
thick, muscular and buff, but he looked naturally big, had some "meat on
his bones."  His pipes pressed against his shirtsleeves, his chest heaved
out massively, and his legs stood like meaty flanks.  At about the time
Derek joined the police force, he married a not-so-attractive young girl
who adored him and never questioned him.

I spoke with Derek several days after the conversation with my assistant
manager.  Derek came in to the gym to work out after everyone else had left
for the night.  I asked him to keep the story he'd told my assistant
manager to himself.  He replied that he would keep it "under wraps."  Derek
was generally an honest guy, but I felt he would need a greater incentive
to keep from sharing Dalton and Randy's experience with other coworkers at
the gym.  For the next few weeks, Derek didn't tell another soul about the
encounter he witnessed between Dalton and Randy.  I couldn't quite
understand it until later, when Dalton told me the story that kept Derek
quiet.


Derek unlocked the doors one Friday night and entered the men's locker room
with his gym bag.  No one seemed to be around, which was normal because
Derek worked out "after hours."  Derek stripped out of his uniform and hung
the shirt and slacks in his locker.  Derek didn't wear underwear because it
was too cumbersome when any young attractive woman made herself available
to him.  Derek didn't fuck around a lot, but he could hardly resist a
dripping wet pussy and a tight set of tits.  Women went crazy for him in
uniform, and he used that fact when it suited him.  If a girl turned his
eye, he fucked her hard and fast, planted his seed deep inside her, and
never looked back.

As Derek reached out for his track pants, he looked up to see the kid he'd
seen take it up the ass from one of the gym's personal trainers.  The kid
held Derek's track pants in his hand and smiled at Derek.

Derek smirked, "Hey, kid, didn't think I'd see you standing up for another
week."

Randy chuckled: "Hey, meathead, I don't have anything against you.  I just
came here to clear some things up, that's all."

Clutching a white towel in front of his cock and balls, Derek replied,
"Sorry, kid, I'm not about to bang you like that jock trainer of yours.
Only natural lubrication works my dick.  Now give me back my track pants so
I can work out and you can be on your way to bending over for big-dicked
boys."

Randy stood firm.  Suddenly, Derek's open locker slammed shut.  There stood
Dalton, his arms crossed, his expression serious.

"What the fuck?" quipped Derek.  "Suddenly, it's a party with the boys?  I
already told him I ain't interested."

Derek reached for his track pants, but Randy backed away.  Dalton inserted
himself between the cop and the boy.  Dalton spoke up: "Derek, we know you
witnessed our private encounter because we heard it from the assistant
manager.  We both need to know you won't spread this crap around just for a
few laughs."

Derek dropped his towel and grabbed his cock and balls with his right hand,
cupping them together.  He said, "Hey, muscle boy, you want some of this?
You wanna bend me over and fuck me like that kid.  Well, I don't do that
shit, so why don't you get the fuck outta here."

Dalton reached out and grabbed Derek's hand, cupping Derek's cock and balls
even tighter.  Dalton replied, "Ya know, you talk tough, and you look
tough, but you don't fool me.  I've seen you around a little bit, and I
think you might enjoy some man-to-man action more than you let on."  Dalton
continued: "Basically, we need to know you won't say anything more.  We're
willing to wager a little contest.  You and me -- whoever can lift more in
1 rep on the flat bench press will fuck the other guy.  You're pretty
strong, so you shouldn't have to worry.  If you bench more than me, you can
fuck the shit out of me like I know you want to.  You can even go on
telling the story around the gym.  But if I win, you gotta lie down and
take it up the ass.  That way, you tell about us, and we'll have no choice
but to tell everyone about the tough Marine cop who liked gettin' fucked."

As Dalton released his grip on Derek's hardening stick, Derek grabbed his
pants abruptly from Randy.  Derek pulled his track pants on his meaty legs
and answered: "Fine, you pussies have got yourselves a deal.  Ain't no way
a muscle Mary is going to beat me at liftin'."  When Derek was dressed, the
group headed out into the gym.


After a short warm-up, Derek went first.  He placed 3 weights on each side
of the Olympic bar and lay down underneath.  Derek gripped the bar and
lifted the weight from its resting spot.  He pushed the bar straight up
above his chest and then lowered the bar down until the bar nearly touched
his bulging pecs.  Derek exhaled loudly, his breath hissing through his
teeth, as he pushed the bar back above his chest and back against the
bench's resting spot.  Derek had successfully lifted over 300 pounds.
Derek felt confident because Dalton was muscular but shorter and not quite
as heavy as Derek.

After Derek rose and stood next to the bench, Dalton lay down underneath
the bar.  Dalton instructed Randy to place 1 more weight on each side of
the bar for a total of over 400 pounds.  Dalton reached up, stretched his
arms out to bring the bulky weight from its resting spot to a place over
his rippling chest.  Dalton lowered the bar slowly, pushed out with his
chest to raise the weight with his taut arms, and placed the bar back in
its resting spot.  Dalton stood up and gave Randy a "high five."  Dalton
and Randy were elated as Derek looked on in disbelief.  As a Marine and as
a cop, no one had ever been able to beat Derek, but that moment had
inevitably come.  Derek couldn't believe he would have to take it up the
ass, but he also knew he would not walk away a coward.  Maybe it wouldn't
be so bad, getting fucked up the rear by a muscle boy who was strong enough
to impress him.  The group walked back to the locker room to settle the
bet.


Derek stripped out of his workout clothes, flinging his track pants into
the corner.  He stood naked, his chest muscles and arms pumped from the
lift.  Derek looked over at Dalton and asked, "So, where do you want to
fuck me?"

Dalton nodded and replied: "Dude, I'm not the one who's going to fuck you;
Randy is."

Surprised, Derek looked over to see Randy, the 18 year-old senior in high
school standing buck naked, his alabaster skin and sinewy muscles in full
view.  Randy's cock stood semi-erect; his balls hung low and free.

Derek objected: "I thought I was getting fucked by the guy who won.  I can
respect bending over for some muscle boy, but I can't take it up the ass
from some pipsqueak kid who sits at home and jacks off to wrestling videos
in his basement."

Derek started to turn back toward his locker to retrieve his uniform when
Dalton grabbed his right arm and spun him around.  Dalton continued: "A
deal's a deal.  As much as I know you want a cock buried in your virgin
ass, we never said I was going to be the one to do it.  You assumed the
bet, and you lost.  Now you've got to deal with it."

Derek stood silent for a moment.  Finally, he submitted.  Derek took his
white towel and laid it over the bench between the rows of lockers.  He lay
down with his back on the towel, his giant feet resting against the bench
for support.

Randy approached the bench from between Derek's knees.  Randy looked down
at the muscle god he was about to conquer.  This would be the first ass
he'd ever fucked, the first man he'd ever fucked, and he was almost too
excited to proceed.  Derek's chest and arm muscles were massive as Derek
lay with his arms resting behind his head.  Derek's cock was still soft but
long and thick.  Derek's bush was trimmed so that only a wild tuft of blond
hair showed directly above his prick.  Derek's legs were thick and smooth;
his feet were pale but clean.

Randy grabbed Derek's left leg and pushed it up to Randy's head.  Randy's
mouth opened to take in Derek's big toe.  Randy's tongue danced all around
the toe, pretending the toe was Derek's thick stick.  Randy's tongue darted
in between Derek's toes.  Derek sighed quietly, trying not to enjoy this
humiliating event.

Randy let go of Derek's foot and placed it on his left shoulder.  Randy
took Derek's right leg and rested it upon his right shoulder.  On the bench
before Randy lay a masculine muscle god who was about to lose his virginity
in a way he'd never have imagined.  Randy reached out and grabbed a hold of
Derek's cock.  Derek's cock was thick and built like the "fireplug" Derek
was.  His cock was maybe 6 inches in length fully erect and was about 5
inches wide.  It was tan, and the head was a darker golden shade of brown.

Randy rubbed Derek's cock up and down until Derek reached a state of
complete hardness.  Randy's other hand gently massaged Derek's ball sack
with 2 wet fingers.  Randy's wet fingers slid lower, grazing Derek's tight
sphincter.  Derek tensed up but let Randy's fingers enter his chute.  Randy
withdrew his fingers and remoistened them, licking his fingers for Derek to
enjoy.  Derek's ass was clean but tasted of sweat from his brief workout
and the day spent in his tight uniform.  Randy reinserted 2 fingers deep
inside Derek's tight ass and nudged his prostate.

As Randy withdrew his fingers for a second time, Derek thought he could
relax.  But Derek looked up to see the 18 year-old kid lubricating his
lengthy young cock with a clear slimy liquid.  Randy reached down and
rubbed the liquid into Derek's clenched man hole.  Randy's fingers glided
in and out of Derek's vulnerable hole as Randy told Derek how much he was
going to enjoy making this muscle cop his bottom.

Randy withdrew his slippery fingers and shifted his weight forward.
Derek's legs slid to the side and let Randy's body rest against his
muscular thighs.  Randy's cock guided itself until it poked up against
Derek's virgin star.  Derek reached around and grabbed Randy's clenched ass
cheeks.  Dalton stood poised to assist Randy should Derek resist, but Derek
pushed the 18-year-old from behind, forcing Randy's cock to shoot through
Derek's muscle ring, planting Randy's cock deep inside Derek's smooth ass
tunnel.

Randy wasted no time because he was about to blow his load any second.  He
fucked this huge bulldog cop up the ass; the cop forced Randy's slender
cock deep inside with his tight grip on Randy's young wrestler ass.

Randy withdrew his prick until the head almost escaped the confines of
Derek's warm tightness.  Then, Randy shoved his lean dick back inside with
a quick thrust of his hips.  Derek jerked his head back, but his hands
stayed firmly implanted on Randy's young glutes.  Randy backed away, and
then Derek invited him back in with force.  If Derek was going to get
fucked, he was going to get fucked like a man.  Even an 18-year-old muscle
worshipper was going to fuck Derek with respect; he was going to give Derek
everything he could handle.

Randy fucked the bulldog cop for only a couple minutes, violently gyrating
back and forth with his long prick buried deep inside the cop's muscle ass.
Suddenly, Randy's cock erupted with a long thick stream of cum, which
pooled up inside the cop's tightly clenched ass cheeks.  Randy spewed so
much cum that it began to trickle out of Derek's sphincter, streaming down
his ass crack.

Randy pushed in one final time, buried his rod home, and made the brawny
cop his bitch, as Derek's cum eruption shot jism high into the air, landing
on Randy's shoulders and torso.  Derek cried out loudly and spurted cum for
over a minute, Derek's face clenching in ecstasy as Randy kept his cock
buried deep inside the cop's ass tunnel.

As the two brutes came back to their senses, Dalton walked closer to the
pair lying on the locker room bench.  He whipped out his manly erect cock
from its protective pouch in his tight nylon shorts.  In five or six
strokes with his right hand, Dalton deposited his cum violently on Derek's
heavy chest.  Some of Dalton's cum landed on Derek's arms and even his
mouth.


Several minutes elapsed before Randy withdrew from the wide hole he'd
fucked for Derek.  Derek got up and wiped his abdomen clean.  Every muscle
in Derek's body was relaxed, and he felt his body reacting to this new
experience.  His hole was raw and gaping open; his smooth skin was sticky
with cum.  Derek felt a deep sense of satisfaction.

Randy and Dalton exited the gym, confident that Derek wouldn't tell a soul
about what he had seen between Randy and Dalton and what he'd experienced
with them in the locker room that night.

Derek couldn't believe he'd been fucked.  Even more difficult to believe
he'd enjoyed taking it up the ass from some punk 18 year-old kid.  He had
enjoyed it, and the experience was one he hoped to repeat.