Do not read this story if you are under 18 years of age or if you are 
offended by explicit language involving gay men.


Cop Encounter

I was sitting at home one summer evening, just about ready to go to bed,
when there was a knock at the door. When I answered it, there was a cop
standing there.

"Officer?" I asked. 

"Officer Jim Steele, Sir. Can I come in?" he replied. "We've had a report of
a molester in the area."

"Yes, sure, come in," I said.

He walked through the door and into the living room. As he came through the
door I noticed he had to turn slightly to get through his shoulders were so
wide. He stood in the living room and I checked him out. He was about 6'
tall, 45 years old. He had short, black hair, balding on top, a macho guy
mustache over his full lips, and a heavy shadow on his cheeks. His neck was
thick like a bull's and he looked big but muscular. The mirror shades gave
him an air of danger.  I could hardly help staring at him. I noticed the
backs of his big hands were hairy and veined, his thighs were heavy and
muscular, and the bulge in his pants stretched the fabric.

Officer Steele said, "This man has been in the neighborhood recently. He
stalks his victims and when they're asleep, he breaks in and rapes them. The
department has dispatched us to watch out for the neighborhood."

"Gosh, officer," I said. "Am I safe?"

The officer grinned and said, "You will be with me here." Officer Jim went
on to describe the suspect. "This guy's young, about 27, but he's big. He's
6'4" and about 300 lbs of solid muscle. We think he's a bodybuilder, or
something."

"Are you sure I'll be okay though?" I asked. "What if he tried to overpower
you?"

Jim Steele grinned again. Then he slowly removed his jacket. It took some
effort to get the jacket over his massive arms. He stood there for a moment
then said, "I don't think he'll get by me." He casually flexed his pecs,
first together, then one at a time. "400lbs, 21" neck, 27" arms, 70"chest.
Three time champ at the police games in powerlifting, and 5 time master's
division heavy-weight bodybuilding. I bench 900." 

The fabric in his shirt stretched tightly over his huge frame, as he
continued to flex his pecs and tighten his triceps and muscular forearms. I
started to get hard as I gazed at his incredibly powerful body standing
before me. 

He grinned and said, "please don't let me stop you from what you were doing."
"I - I was just going to bed," I stammered.
 
"I should come into the room with you," he said. "This guy likes to sneak in
through windows."

We went into the bedroom and I wasn't sure quite what to do. Here was this
huge, monster of a man. Macho, beautiful, built like a god, and I was going
to get undressed. how would I hide my excitement? Nervously, I undid my
shirt while he sat in an easy chair across the room. I glanced at him
cautiously and noticed him watching me undress. As I took off my pants, I
caught a glimpse of him rubbing his crotch! As soon as I was naked, I sat on
the bed and turned to him. The room was cool and I shivered a little.
"You scared?" he asked me in his husky voice. There was a tenderness in it
though and he stood up and approached me.

"A little," I lied.

"Come here," he said. I moved closer to him. He stood there, mirror shades
making him seem dark and sexy, muscles flexed and hard and huge and almost
bursting out of his shirt. Dark, hairy forearms tense and strong. I could
feel the heat from his  body as I stood closer to him. I could hear his
breathing through his flared nostrils. He was a muscle cop - hard and
sexually powerful. And he knew it.

"Closer," he said quietly, commandingly.

I stepped toward him. My face at a level with his broad, massive chest. He
flexed it.

"Feel my power," he said and he put his huge hands around my waist. He had
almost a sneer on his lips, as he held me. "Feel my arms." I rubbed his
hairy forearms and felt his bowling ball sized biceps swelling and
contracting as he flexed them. "Do you feel safe now?" he asked.
"Yes, officer," I said.

"Call me Jim," he whispered.

"Jim," I said.

My hands instinctively moved over his huge pecs. He flexed them over and
over. "I can flex these all night," he said. Then he said, "Unbutton my
shirt."

I nervously undid the buttons and opened his shirt, revealing two mounds of
rock hard, striated muscle, covered in dark, curly hair. His stomach
protruded, but rippled with power. His body was incredibly thick with solid
muscle. "Sit on the bed," he told me.

I sat on the bed. He turned away from me and took off his shirt. His back
was broad, and massive. His traps bunched high over his massive shoulders,
flaring off his thick neck. His back tapered to a waist which was about 36"
but fit the mass and definition in the rest of body. There was a little fine
black hair on his lats, and more hair at the base of his spine, burrowing
into his ass crack.

He undid his pants, still facing away from me. He bent down sliding them
over his monstrous hairy thighs and huge cut calves. His ass was big and
muscular. He flexed it tightly when he stood back up. His hair was thinning
on top, which gave him an air of intense masculinity. This was a real MAN.
"Are you ready for me?" he asked, his back still turned.
"Yes," I said in anticipation.

He turned around slowly. He flexed his pecs as he turned, in thick rolling
motions. He kept the mirror shades on - he was so fucking hot! And between
his legs, pushed forward by the size of his massive thighs, was a thick
cock, 5" soft. 

"You like this?" he asked.

"Yeah!" I whispered, my heart pounding in my chest at the sight of this
Hercules of muscle and power. 

He stood there and as I watched him, he made his cock hard. Without touching
it, it started to rise slowly. He grinned as my eyes popped, seeing his cock
getting harder and longer and thicker. Then he hit a front double biceps.

The peak on his massive arms was bigger than my hand would fit around. Then
he hit a front lat spread, and he seemed to expand to twice his size before.
His cock throbbed and flexed with power and might. He continued to pose -
side chest, rolling his incredible pecs into mountains of hairy muscle; back
lat spread, huge wings of muscle erupting; abdominal pose - thick beer can
abs coming out in relief. And everywhere, veins, snaking themselves around
his immense shoulders, down his ripped arms and forearms, over his thick
rippling pecs and through the hair. He tensed his whole body in an arms
behind back most muscular and his face went red with the strain as he
pressed his power into the flex. His neck swelled with muscle and veins.

"Worship me," he said. "Feel my strength and total fucking mass!"

I fell all over his body. I climbed on him. I used his huge muscled frame
like a monkey bars, hanging on his arms, around his thick neck. Straddling
his hairy pecs, my cock in his face. And he remained stock still. His body
was rigid with muscle, his cock stayed hard while I climbed over him, his
muscleman cock pulsing and flexing as I worshipped every inch of him. 

"You're so huge!" I moaned. "You're the biggest man on earth!"

"Feel my fucking monster muscle!" he commanded. I slid off his body and
carefully felt every thick bulging muscle. Every rock hard inch of this
superhuman monster. Pecs, butt, huge peaked guns, rippling abs, everything.

Then I got on my knees in front of him and watched him flexing his 10" dick.
My tongue darted and licked his hairy nuts, hanging low and full. I licked
my way up the mighty shaft, tickling the length of it. He threw his head
back when I did this. He loved the way I made love to his maleness, his raw
sexuality, his POWER. I sucked the fist sized head of his dick into my mouth
and worked down the shaft. Soon I somehow managed to deep-throat this MAN'S
dick, and he was writhing with the feeling.

Then he reached down and put his huge hairy cop hands under my arms and
hoisted me up. His mustache tasted salty with his sweat as he kissed me. His
hot tongue swirled in my mouth, and his breathing deepened. His put his pole
between my legs and I straddled it. Then he grabbed me hard and turned me
upside down. I sucked his huge cock as he licked my ass. He held me
effortlessly, as I knew only his strength could. After a while of this his
turned me over and set me down. We kissed again, I squeezed his pecs as he
flexed them and felt his arms. He hit a double biceps pose while we kissed,
and I squeezed the massive hard 27" guns. We were both moaning and moaning -
me with the intense feeling of his thick muscle in my hands, and him from
being so completely worshipped.

Finally, he pulled away and asked for some lube. I got some KY from the
bathroom and he rubbed it all over his dick. The he stood on the bed, his
hard dick flexing for me.

"Come over here," he said. I moved closer.

He picked me up by the waist and set me down straddling his 10" dick, my
feet on the bed. I held onto his shoulders and he held my ass. Then he moved
his hands up to my waist and moved forward to the edge of the bed.

My feet hit the edge, and he said, "Don't worry, let your feet drop." As I
let my feet drop off the edge of the bed, his cock held me steady in the
air! 150lbs held up by the stiff prick of this muscle cop! He pushed me back
and forth over his prick, the only thing keeping me from falling to the
floor. I rode back and forth on his slippery, rock hard muscle cock,
squeezing it with my legs, feeling his huge shoulders and kissing those full
lips, biting his mustache. My own cock was throbbing and ready to shoot.

"I'm gonna shoot," I said, as we necked in this position, me riding his huge
powerful cock! Just as I came on his rippling flexed abs, he pulled me into
him, his hairy chest rubbing against my chest, and I felt his hard dick
pulse as he shot his load.

We lay on the bed, his half-hard cock, between my legs, his huge arms around
my chest. I stroked the fur on his forearms as I drifted off to sleep...

I like this fantasy so I might continue the adverntures with Officer Jim.


Jim's Workout 

After our first encounter, Officer Jim Steele invited me to visit him at his
place. He lived in a house on the other side of town, and as I drove over, I
got hard just thinking about running my hands over his massive and
incredibly powerful muscle.

I knocked at the door and heard him approaching. My heart was racing. He
opened the door and stood there, wearing a light, loose shirt that hung over
his massive bulging pecs, and sweat pants that stretched  tight over his
quads, his huge cock part way down his leg. He smiled and invited me in.

"I was doing my workout - you wanna help?" he grinned.

"Sure," I said, although I doubted that I would be able to assist much.

I followed him down to a room in the basement. There, he had a set of
weights like I'd never seen, and the walls were overed with mirrors. He
crossed over to a bench and sat down. He was so handsome, his slightly
unshaven cheeks, his thinning dark hair, and I could see the hair bristling
out of his shirt and over his thick massive forearms. 

"I had these specially made," he explained. "The weights at the gym are too
little for me." He reached for a dumbell. "I did my legs already. I'm gonna
work my arms and chest for a while. I'll start with 200lbs and increase." He
started pumping out curls and I watched as he hoisted the 200lbs like it was
15. After about 20 reps, he put the dumbell down and switched to a heavier
weight. "300 lbs and I'll do 40 reps." He pumped the weight, over and over,
barely breaking a sweat. 300lbs of iron and he wasn't even straining! The
viens on his forearms started to pulse and raise as he continued pumping out
rep after rep with 300 lbs. After 40 reps he put the weight down and
switched to the last set. These looked more like 2 huge blocks of iron
joined in the middle, than dumbells. "450lbs - 20 reps," he said. "Why don't
you come over  here and feel the pump," he added. I moved toward him as he
strained slightly with the awkward weight. He started deep breathing and
lifted the weight with a grunt. He hoisted it up and down, and after pumping
out 10 reps, he bagen to slow. 

"C'mon, Muscleman!" I shouted. "Move that weight! Show me how fucking strong
you are, man!" This seemed to get him going. His lips pressed together and
his face started going red, the veins on his neck distending and thickening,
but he pumped that 450lbs faster and harder. As he approached 15 reps, he
slowed for a moment then started shouting with each rep. 

"FEEL IT!" he shouted. I put my hand over his bicep as he lifted the weight.
The pump he was getting was inhuman. Sweat ran down his forehead and into
the hair on his chest. I was getting hard feeling his massive 27" arms
swelling larger and larger, splitting the seams on his loose shirt. He
finished his reps and let the weight crash to the floor.

He jumped up and clenched his fists together. "YEAH!" he bellowed, feeling
the awesome strength in his pumped arms. The sleeves were shredding away
from his biceps and he clenched his fists again. The thin material tore away
and ripped up to his expansive, bowling ball sized shoulder. "Look at that,
man!" He flexed his arm and the peak was incredible. I cupped my hand over
it, and couldn't get my hand around even the peak of this huge gun!

"Measure it!" he said. He grabbed a tape measure and handed it to me. Then
he tookin a quick gulp of air as he pressed into the flex. His mighty arm
burst through what little remained of his shirt. I wrapped the tape around
it and read, "29 inches!" I felt my knees go weak as I stood so close to
this muscle giant. He grinned and pressed another flex, straining all his
power into the swollen, veined bicep.

"Measure it again."

I measured it again and read, "30 inches, man. Fuck, you're a fucking hulk!"
He grinned again and said, "I've just started, guy. Benchpress next."

He crossed over to the bench and loaded a weight. It was massive and the bar
bent upwards in the middle, as the strain of the weights bowed it. "I'll
start light - 700lbs."

I was completely floored. "I can't help spot you with that much!" I said.
"Won't need to," he said. He lifted the bar with ease and lowered it to his
chest. He started pushing out life after lift. Five, ten, fifteen, twenty
reps and still going. He pushed out a deep breath with each thrust. Again,
he barely broke a sweat with 700lbs!

He stopped and got up. He went to the ends of the bar and put another set of
plates on. "I'll max it at 1000." he said, loading on the weights. Then he
turned to me, "I'm gonna get pretty freaky here. When I press 1000lbs, I
usually lose my shirt. And another thing - "

"Yes?" I asked. 

"Get naked for me. It gets me hot, seeing you naked."

I stripped so fast I was a blur. This muscle god wanted me naked to spur him
on, and I wanted to get him so pumped he couldn't wear clothes for a week.
He laid back on the bench and grabbed the bar. He hefted it into the air and
locked his 30" arms. The bar bent at the sides as the 1000lbs dragged it
toward the floor. He kept it in the air for a few seconds then slowly
lowered it to his chest! His face was red with the strain of lifting this
huge weight! Then he started pressing out reps. The first one slowly then he
gained some momentum and pressed out 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, and he started slowing
down. I was getting hard as a rock watching the muscleman straining,
pressing, his massive rock hard pecs swelling and pumping with each rep.

"C'mon," I said. Show me how fucking strong you are, Muscleman!"
He gritted his teeth and pressed out 7, 8, 9.

"C'mon!" I shouted. "You want my ass?! Pump out 2 more!"

The bar rested against his chest, and he seemed to gather all the power in
the universe in his incredible shredded pecs. Then he took a deep breath and
pressed the 1000lbs again. Ten, eleven, twelve reps with 1000lbs! He
wouldn't stop!

Thirteen, fourteen, fifteen. he buttons on his shirt popped as his mighty
hairy muscle cop pecs grew big beyond anything humanly possible! He shouted.

"POWER - FUCKING POWER!" He pressed out another 4 reps with ease and on the
20th rep he stopped, held the bar and then stood up! The 1000lbs was over
his head, and he held it like it was a broomstick! His chest expanded and
the flimsy shit couldn't hold it anymore. It tore open and shredded, falling
to the floor in pieces. He still stood there with the weight high over his
head. Every vein in this monster's body was full and pumping blood to his
thick massive arms, legs, chest. The he walked the weight back to the rest
and put it down slowly, breathing heavily and snorting like some inhuman
minotaur. He must've been about 3 feet thick with muscle, power and strength.

He stood there, pumped and hard, his chest heaving, rippling and flexing,
his arms held out by the spread of his massive back. He held his head back
and showed his thick bull's neck, veined and powerful. His legs were like
tree trunks, and his thick 10" dick was straining at his sweat pants,
pushing forward obscenely filled with power.
"One more part to work out," he panted, pulling the sweat pants over his
huge rock hard and hairy quads. His dick hung half-hard and half way down
between his legs. He crossed the room and from a drawer, pulled out a set of
handcuffs. He came back over to me and undid the cuffs. I was worried that
he was turning now, so full of power and strength that he would cuff me and
abuse me - not the gentle lover I'd known before, but a raging violent cop.
Instead, he stared down at his monster cock. It became hard and rigid,
swelling with muscle and blood. Then he wrapped one of the handcuffs around
his massive prick and locked it shut. He stood there with the cuff tightly
grabbing his raging hardon. Then he grabbed a heavy weight - 100 lbs. and
couching down, he fastenend the cuff to a ring on the weight. I knew what
part he was going to work out now, and my own cock stiffened as I thought
about it. 

He stood up and the weight pulled his cock downward. Then he put his hands
on his hips and took a deep breath. The weight lifted off the floor with
ease! He stood there and flexed his hard cock, raising and lowering the
100lbs, his cock seeming to grow even harder and more rigid the more he
lifted the heavy weight. He pumped 20 reps with his cock then he summoned me
over. Picking me up under the arms he sat me down on his dong, and I
straddled it on top of the weight. 

At first the added weight pulled his cock down, but he grunted like a beast
and pushed more power into his rock hard muscle cock. 

"Feel it?" he asked. "Feel the fucking strength in that huge dick?"
"Yeah," I was breathing hard and my own cock was throbbing. He lifted the
weight with me - 250 lbs lifted my this muscle god's thick, hard dong. He
pulled me close and kissed me hard, his cock continuing to pump out rep
after rep - 30, 40, 50. He was getting harder and my cock was about to
burst, rubbing against his hairy abs. His muscle was huge, his strength
beyond belief, and his dick felt like a hot steel bar between my legs. He
flexed his massive 30" guns and rolled his 80" pecs for me. He grinned as he
hoisted the weight on his dick and I knew I was going to shoot.

"I'm coming, man," I grunted as I shot a huge load up onto his hairy pecs.
"YEAH! MAN! I'M GONNA SHOOT!!" he shouted. "TAKE IT!" He flexed hard and
pushed his cock forward through my legs. Then he rammed his hot tongue down
my throat as he came. Shot after shot spewed from his monster 10 inches,
pooling on the floor, and hitting the equipment.

We took a shower and lay in his bed for the rest of the day, necking and
jerking off. Him flexing his magnificent body, and me in total awe.