From: "lewj99" Training Day - the way I would`ve like to see it... :) by JL BEEP - BEEP - BEEP -... Peter reached over and slammed his fist on the alarm clock. Dammit, six o`clock already. Immediately, the butterflies sprung to life in his stomach. This was it, the big day, his first ride-along with a real cop. He told himself not to be nervous, that nothing was likely to happen, maybe pulling over some speeders or breaking up a domestic dispute. This was what he`d been training for for the past few months at the academy. Still, he wanted to make a good impression. There`d been horror stories flying around the academy about guys who`d messed up their first `real` day on the job, and got stuck behind a desk filing paperwork for years afterward. That wasn`t for Peter, he really wanted to be a patrolman. Out on the streets, making a difference. Having just turned 21, he was the youngest guy in his class, but he already looked the part of a cop. Six feet tall, square-jawed, close-cropped dark hair. Since starting at the academy, he`d been hitting the weights pretty hard, even harder than when he`d wrestled in high school. The result: he`d added five pounds of muscle to his athletic, 170 pound frame. Not exactly bulging out of a uniform, but enough size to handle himself if he ever got in a tough spot. He took a quick shower, shaved, and put on his patrolman`s uniform. Yep, he thought with a smile, it suited him. Almost seven o`clock now, Officer Chavez would be by any minute. Sure enough, at one minute to seven, Peter saw the patrol car pull up in front of his house. Gulp...no time to be nervous now, he thought. Peter went over the greetings in his mind...(`Thank you for this opportunity`...nah, too lame...`I`d just like to say thank you`... no, this isn`t the damn Oscars!) He managed to stay amazingly calm as the doorbell rang. But he couldn`t stop from gasping when he opened the door. The patrolman standing there blocked most of the sunlight trying to get in the door. He stood about 3 inches taller than Peter, but looked to be damn near twice as wide. His brown, handsome face stood on a neck that looked thicker and stronger than a fire hydrant. Pumpkin-sized shoulders bulged out against his navy blue uniform; the top two buttons were undone, and it looked like they`d never be done up, judging by the size of the double-barrelled chest underneath. And those arms, Christ! Peter had worked out with another one of the trainees, a guy with 19-inch guns, but he would`ve looked like a scrawny kid next to this guy. It was hard to tell with the uniform sleeve pulled down, but they had to be a few inches north of 20. Monster triceps too, they bulged out the back of his arms like another set of bi`s. His waist was thick but hard, and his legs swelled like powder kegs under the uniform, looking big and powerful enough to leg-press construction equipment. Hell, with that upper body, he looked like he could bench press a Mack truck! "Officer...Chavez. Nice to, ah, meet you," Peter stammered, offering his hand. Chavez took it, more like swallowed it up in his catcher`s mitt of a hand. "Likewise. Hey, call me Bobby. Everyone on the force does." The patrolman leaned his leg-sized arm against the doorframe, and Peter was shocked to hear it groan slightly. "Sorry man," he said, his smile turning up the corner of his dark mustache. "Just worked out, and I`m pretty pumped." "Umm...yeah," Peter responded, not really knowing what to say. This guy looked big enough to level his small house, with enough left over to compress his beat up old Volkswagen into a Rubik`s Cube. The two men walked to the patrol car, which was idling by the roadside. Bobby got in first, and the car sank to one side, squeaking in protest. Peter guessed his weight at somewhere around 350 pounds, or exactly double his. Jesus. The car continued to tilt slightly even after Peter got in. There wasn`t much room for him; he had to lean over in the corner to accomodate Bobby`s monstrous frame. Bobby pulled away from the curb. "Hope you got enough room over there, Pete. I wanted to get one of the bigger patrol cars for today, but they were in the shop. You nervous, bro? I was in that seat a few years back, still remember what it was like." Peter managed a smile. "Well, yeah. You look like you can take care of yourself though." Bobby smiled back. "Yup. Bein a big guy comes in pretty handy in this line of work." "So what`s the agenda?" Pete asked. "Forget what you`ve seen in the movies. It ain`t all action packed. Lotta routine patrols, responding to accidents, occassional drug bust. Sometimes gotta haul a drunk off to jail. Today is a bit different though. We`re headin` up to the hills. Apparently there was a rockslide earlier this morning on the main road, and it`s blockin` traffic in and out." "So what are we gonna do? Redirect traffic" Pete asked, a bit disappointed. "Something like that," Bobby smiled, like he was laughing at a private joke. The ride took about 20 minutes, giving the men a chance to know each other better. Peter found out that Bobby was 26, had been on the force for 4 years, and had a three-year old son. No mention of a wife, and no band on the finger. Peter wanted to talk weightlifting, find out how much this behemoth of a man could lift (had to be in the four digit range), but they arrived at the site of the rockslide before he could ask. It was really a mess - the metal retaining barrier had given way, and about a dozen huge rocks had tumbled onto the road. Bobby got out, the car again protesting his weight, and walked up to the rockslide. "You get the flares out, set em up back there." "So what are you gonna do? Move the rocks yourself?" Peter asked incredouosly. The smaller ones were a few hundred pounds, maybe a couple of big guys could move them, but the big ones looked to weigh a couple of tons. "We don`t have any equipment." Bobby stopped and started pulling off his uniform, working it slowly over his massive guns. He was wearing only a white t underneath, and it was taut over his thick torso. He shot Peter a quick right-bicep pose, only a couple of seconds, but enough to make the younger man mutter "Holy shit!" It was the size of a cannonball, and looked to be constructed of iron. "These`ll work faster than any crane, bro. `Sides, we don`t have time to wait, it could take all day for them to get here." Squatting down, the huge patrolman wrapped his right arm around one of the smaller stones, which still had to be a couple of feet in diameter. Without so much as a grunt, he simply stood up and walked over to the side of the road, dumping the roughly quarter ton rock down the side of the hill. Peter watched as it tumbled down the hill, leaving a trail of dust. Bobby looked around, reached down, and this time grabbed TWO stones, one in each arm. He was breathing a bit heavier this time, but still looked like he was hardly straining as he balanced over a thousand pounds of solid rock in his arms. His shirt, on the other hand, was clearly straining, pulled tight across his barn-door broad back and riding up over his craggy biceps. Peter could feel his cock stirring in his uniform, he didn`t want to get a hard-on, not now, but watching all this muscle in action, there wasn`t much he could do... Officer Chavez cleared the smaller stones (well, small for him, Peter thought), in a matter of minutes. A few trickles of sweat were running down his face and back. He stopped to catch his breath, acting as if what he was doing was nothing out of the ordinary. Peter had dropped the flares and was completely enthralled. The two biggest stones were left, each had to weigh at least two tons, and they had fallen so that there was no way the big patrolman could wedge in between them. Peter might have been able to...but all the budging in the world wouldn`t have made a difference. "What do you think?" Bobby said. "Lift `em, or just shove `em off?" "Er...I don`t know...shove?" "Yeah, that`s what I was thinking too." The giant Latino took up position behind the first rock; it was damn near six feet tall, and the other one was even higher. He ran his hands across its surface, looking for some kind of decent handhold. Locking his hands into place, he crouched down, snarled...and pushed. Muscles the size of footballs sprang to life in his arms: that was it for the sleeves, which practically burst open. Bobby let out a low growl, drove his legs into the asphalt, and started shoving the boulder. It could only travel a couple of feet before it hit the other one, stopping Bobby`s progress. He dug his legs in, actually cracking the asphalt before Peter`s unbelieving eyes. The growl was louder this time, the muscles growing even bigger. His quads bunched up with thick, corded muscle, each one thicker than Peter`s waist. "Move, dammit, move," Bobby muttered...and the boulders obeyed. Somewhere between eight and nine thousand pounds of solid rock scraped along the road, unable to resist the power generated by the patrolman`s arms. Bobby`s shirt split right up the back, exposing the machine-like muscles working underneath. Snarling, heaving, Bobby shoved the boulders toward the edge...only a few feet to go now. The front end of the twin boulders bumped up against the metal guardrail. It was much thicker than most, designed to keep cars from skidding off the cliffside. Bobby felt it through the boulders, grimaced slightly, but didn`t stop. He muttered something in Spanish and leaned his left shoulder into the boulder. Peter could hear squealing sounds as the guardrail started to bow outward, warped by the boulder`s front end. Bobby`s legs were pumped up enormously, and every step had cracked the asphalt. Muscles bulging through the ripped t, Bobby let go with an "RRRRRRGGGHHH" and shoved with power that Peter could only imagine. The guardrail pulled out of the rock, bending, twisting, until it couldn`t hold back any more...and broke. With the weakened resistance, Bobby`s next Herculean shove sent the first boulder tumbling over the edge. Peter ran over and watched it flatten a couple of small trees on the way down, eventually coming to a noisy halt on an even larger rock. "Holy shit man! That was unbelievable!" Peter shouted, shaking his head. Bobby was leaning his hand against the other boulder, his face red and breathing heavy, but not looking as tired as Peter thought he`d be. He shot Peter a smile. "Still got this one to go. I`m gonna see if I can pick this bad boy up." The sheer weight of it was enough to make the task impossible, not to mention its unruly shape. But Chavez`s dark eyes were set. He leaned down and put his hands under the boulder as best he could. Gripping the rock, he tensed his gorilla arms and let out an explosive yell. The boulder shifted in his arms, not quite off the ground yet. He moved his arms a bit, secured his grip, and slowly started standing. Two tons of solid rock bobbed a few inches off the ground; as Bobby stood up further, he leaned back to let his armor- plated pecs take some of the weight. Peter was in absolute awe, his cock damn near throbbing in his uniform pants. This man - beast? - was unbelivable. Bobby let out short, sharp breaths, straightening out his huge frame, somehow balancing the massive weight. His back was writhing, like wings spreading out under shoulders that were beginning to rival the boulders themselves. He slowly moved toward the cliff edge, past the guardrail that had been snapped by his young muscle...and with a mighty HEAVE, hurled the boulder off the edge. This one sailed a good hundred feet before crashing to the rocky ground below, fragments chipping off and flying left and right. He turned around and bellowed something in Spanish, pumping his arms in triumph. Peter had no idea what to say; if Bobby had been huge before, he was a behemoth now, every muscle in his upper body pumped from shoving and lifting tons of rock. The road was clear now, save for a few fragments that were small enough for Peter to kick to the side. Bobby took a minute to rest, inspecting the torn seams on his shirt. "Now you know why they call me the Hulk," he laughed. "Busted outta more damn uniforms that way." He picked up his uniform top; both men knew there was no way it was gonna fit now, so Bobby just threw it over his shoulder as he walked back to the cruiser. They climbed in again, Peter with even less space. A massive shoulder with a split seam was inches away from his face. Bobby started the car and backed away. The smell of sweat was evident in the front seat. Peter`s boner had died down, enough not to tent his pants anyway, and he gave a sigh of relief for that. "Man, that wasn`t nearly as heavy as I thought it`d be," Bobby mused. But Peter could tell he wasn`t bragging, it was just an observation. "How much do you think that weighed?" Peter asked. "Kinda hard to say. Maybe two, two and a half tons." Peter whistled. "Well, it was fuckin` awesome. How much can you lift anyway?" The patrolman stopped to think. "You mean overhead, or just off the ground?" "Both, I guess." "Overhead, `bout four tons. I can bench a cruiser for reps, lifted this one before I came over this morning, as a matter of fact." Peter`s eyes bugged out. "As far as off the ground...you know how much a bulldozer weighs?" Peter had no idea. "Umm, nine, ten tons?" "One I did was probably closer to fourteen. That`s when I was in college, back when I was always testin` out what I could do. Got pretty drunk, snuck onto a construction site with some buddies, and they challenged me. I wasn`t gonna pass it up, so I just walked over and deadlifted that bastard right off the ground." Peter was getting hard again, imagining this monster of a man picking up a bulldozer in his arms. "Damn," was all he could say. "Yeah, well, it comes in pretty handy in this job. You lift much, bro?" "Yeah, but pounds, not tons." Bobby laughed, his heavily muscled frame shaking in the car`s tight confines. "So what now?" Peter asked. Bobby checked the dashboard clock. "Now I gotta pay a visit to a couple of buddies of mine. Been trackin `em for a while, and it`s time to move in." Peter leaned back into his seat. Looked like it was going to be a hell of a day. MORE TO COME...