The Sorcerer's New Apprentice 14: Biggermen at the Beach (mc musc)
by Alyn Roze
It had been seven days to the hour since that eventful Saturday morning. Max woke up late this the morning, coming home from a late Friday night party caused him to sleep in even later than usual. After eating breakfast, Max changed into a fresh Speedo and a clean-pressed uniform before heading off for the beach. “Nothin” makes my day like a little admiration.” He thought to himself. Max was never really off duty. Even on his days off he wore his patrolman’s uniform.
While going down the road, Max opened his shirt by three buttons, exposing his massive chest to the world. He cruised down the road right at the speed limit. This, of course, meant that no one wanted to pass him in fear of getting a ticket. Going the speed limit also gave everyone coming from the opposite direction a front-on view. They, in turn, joined Max’s little caravan to the beach.
By the time, he got to the beach, there were twenty or so cars wanting to get a closer look at their escort. With twenty or so set of eyes watching, Max prepared to dismount his motorcycle. He didn’t have to worry about helmet hair as he took off his helmet since his hairstyle was a black buzz cut. He smiled at what he saw in rear view mirror before covering it with his helmet. He slowly unbuttoned the rest of the buttons and untucked the shirt. The white tank top undershirt hugged his body like a second skin and so did his shorts. He had to get out of them real soon before he splits any seams again. The thought of growing out his clothes was very arousing to him. His growing bulge was evident of that. For a brief moment he thought that exposing himself in public like this would be bad for his career, but that thought faded away quickly. Why shouldn’t he show off his body?
Max unbuckled his weapons belt and put it in the hard case saddlebag on his cycle. Max slipped off his motorcycle boots and put them next to his ride. He pulled downed the zipper and undid his shorts. As he bent down and peeled off his tight shorts, he heard a collective gasp behind him. He lingered a bit longer to give all a good view of his striated gluts before standing upright.
The shirt flapped in the ocean breeze like a large blue flag. Under it was a body many had dreamed of for decades. Max removed the shirt and placed it in the saddlebag with his weapon and got out a pair of flip-flops, a towel and a bottle of sun block. Now clad in only in a black Speedos and a very tight tank top shirt he decides to give his audience a show. He criss-crossed his arms in front and begins to pull up his shirt. He slowly pulled it up over his head, ending in a double bicep pose. He could’ve sworn he heard the sound of jaws dropping to the pavement.
The red algae bloom had cleared up enough over the course of the week for the beach to be re-opened for public use once again. Word had gotten around to the public so quickly that the parking lot was nearly full and the beach wasn’t even open yet. One vehicle that was there is a black SUV. It hadn’t been there very long before Max’s little caravan pulled into the parking lot. The passengers of the SUV were so into their own conversation that they didn’t see Max pull up on his motorcycle.
“Now remember Brian, you promised that there will be no transformations to any of us while we are here at the beach. Jason told his brother as he opened the rear of the vehicle. “We are here to spend a quite Saturday and just relax. We wasted last weekend doing nothing because of that stupid red tide. The only good thing about last Saturday was the great Diner we have now.”
“I promise, just like last weekend, I will not transform any of you while we are here at the beach.” Brian said to his big brother. What his brother didn’t hear was what he said next. “... But I didn’t say I won’t change anybody else here at the beach.”
“Hey guys, quiet, here is that news item I was telling you about yesterday.” David turns up the radio they were listening to a little louder.”
“I am Ramona Sanchez. I’m standing outside the 1st National Bank of Arcadia. Just yesterday a daring daytime robbery was thwarted by our local police force. With me right now is Sheriff Davis.”
“Please Ramona call me J D.”
“J D, what can you tell me about the robbery?”
“Well Ramona my nephew, Officer Enus Beauregard, single handedly captured the mastermind as he sat in the get-away-car while his flunkies robbed the bank.”
“The reports that I saw said that the actual hero was a Sergeant Maxwell Biggermen, is that true?”
“Well ... err ... ah ... he was … a … there … at the bank at the time of the robbery”. “… And what about the other arresting officers, what were their names, Officers Le’Tel and Latamoore?”
“A … that’s all the time I have for this interview, now if you will excuse me I have other obligations to attend to.”
“Thank you Sheriff Davis. There you have it Eric, another fine example of our …”
“CLICK”
“Well it seems that our Sergeant Biggermen is quite a hero these days.” Brian said. “I will have to make a point to find him real soon and see what he has been up to these last few days.”
It was getting close to time to open the gate. There were about fifty people waiting to get on the beach.
“OK people, listen up!” the head lifeguard quieted down the crowd. “It looks like we have the usual crowd out there waiting to get to the beach. There’ll be families and the assorted tourists coming here. We should expect to have college kids here for summer break, so let’s try to keep the noise down. We shouldn’t expect too much trouble today, but expect the unexpected. Be proactive.”
The meeting went on for several more minutes. All the guards got their starting assignments for the day. Jay Waterman got the family section. Gary Delray got the tourist section. Jim Samlas got his favorite section with all college jocks.
“Jim?” It was Jim’s good friend Jay asking the question. “Care to trade sections?”
“Oh now let me think …” Jim said, pausing only for a second. “NOPE, I had it yesterday. Today it’s yours. Enjoy all the little kiddies.”
“Hey there buddy, great workout last night,” Gary said, slapping Jim on the butt. “Care for another session?”
“Anytime honey.” Jim lightly slapped Gary’s cheeks a couple times in reply. “Your workouts are always so stimulating. See me later, and we’ll decide whose ‘gym’ we go to this time,” he said with a wink.
With all the other guards in place throughout the beach, the gates were opened, and the day started out just like any other day.
Jim, at one hundred and ninety pounds, was one of the better-built lifeguards on the beach. All the patrons would gather around his tower. Spending most of the summer in the sun had tanned his skin to a golden brown. His hair wasn’t quite short enough for regulations but it wasn’t overly long. Its blond highlights blew in gulf breeze as it framed his handsome face. He worked hard keeping his body in shape. His diet and workouts were perfect. His body was toned and tight. His body fat percentage was at a minimum, almost to the point where the muscle striations were staring to show.
Several times a week a swimmer would need rescuing mostly from going out too far into the open water and getting too tired to swim back to shore. Jim would jump into the surf and bring them back safely, most those were false alarms. The ladies, and some guys, would try to attract his attention by splashing madly about in the surf until he would come ‘rescue’ them. Little did the ladies know that they were not his type. Jim hid his preference from his co-workers except for a select few who knew the action he really liked.
His sexual preference didn’t affect his job. Saving lives at the beach was his job. In the water, everyone was equal in Jim’s eyes. On the beach, it was a different story. Today Jim was stationed on the section of the beach he loved the best. Most of the time Jim’s eyes and binoculars were trained on the water searching for trouble, but then something along the shore would catch his attention. Checking out the crotches on the guys was Jim’s favorite pastime while on duty. Most of the guys wore board shorts that would cling to their wet bodies as they exited the water. Every now and then a brave soul would wear a pair of Speedos to the beach.
A few times during the summer, the local gym would hold photo shoots on the beach promoting a bodybuilding contest, and the big guys with big muscles and posing suits would come out. Those were the ones that Jim loved to watch the most. On those days, Jim could have had an obvious problem. Their tanned bodies with their little suits were a big turn on. Good thing he had a tight fitting Speedos under his loose-fitting shorts. The thing is, even though he loved working out, Jim never wanted to get that big. Having that much muscle parading around in public in that small suit was too freaky for him.
Max cruised the beach for a while getting the lay of the land. He displayed his oil soaked body for those who hadn’t seen him in the parking lot. Everywhere he went all eyes followed him. Mothers would cover their kid’s eyes when he walked on by. The blatant display of masculinity made them blush. The husbands, on the other hand, wished that they looked that good. Max knew what the men were thinking when he saw bulges forming in their shorts. He casually strolled past the tourists, stopping for a moment to give them all a good at his buff body.
As an officer of the law, he was often called to the beach for unruly beach-goers, and he got to know all of the lifeguards quite well. He had fond memories of having many an encounter with a few of them. Max made sure to go past all the guard towers and give them all a good view of his body once again. Max never gave up a chance to show off, and his favorite person to show off to was Jim.
“Ah, there he is working his favorite section,” Max said out loud spotting Jim manning his post. “I think I’ll put my beach towel here and give everyone else here show for a while. Jim will see me soon enough.”
With his eyes closed Max lay on the beach with his legs slightly apart and enjoyed the sun. For about thirty minutes, he could hear several voices as they passed nearby. The comments that he heard pleased him.
“Oh my Gawd, look at the size of that guy. He’s huge!”
“I would love to have him as a workout partner.”
“Look how he fills up that pouch.”
“Is that thing getting bigger?”
“As much as I like lying here in the sun…” Max thought to himself. “It would be more fun with a friend. Time to garner the attention from a certain lifeguard I’d like to know a bit better.
Max headed off for the water and dove right in. Despite his massive bulk, he barely made a ripple in the surf. It was as if he was part fish. His massive lungs held minutes of air. He swam under the water for quite a distance. When he finally surfaced, he was at the buoy area surrounding the beach. Max so invigorated and full of energy he could stay out here all day, but that wouldn’t get Jim out here.
“Now’s time to have that man come “rescue” me.” Max said. “Jim’s at his tower and there aint nobody close to me to foil the rescue, now to get that “boy” to see me,” Max said to himself. “I gotta make this look good or that youngn’s gonna figure I’m a fakin it.” He then started splashing madly about in the water in hopes it would be enough to attract the lifeguard’s attention.
Jim was looking out the gulf water for any sign of trouble. It had been a relatively quiet day. He didn’t have to leave his post once. The beach patrol kept the college crowd under control. All the in water rescues were in the other areas. Jim spent most of his day checking out all the guys.
“It could have been a real boring day if it weren’t all the gorgeous sights,” Jim said as he looked over the beach. Jim didn’t let his passion for the male body keep him from being a lifeguard. He had so many water rescues that his friends gave him the nickname, Aquaman.
He would pass the time, between rescues, by guessing where the tourist had come from. Jim would guess where they came from by their choice of beachwear. The European males wore nylon shorts. The Australians males would wear board shorts on top of their Speedos. The South Americans were the easiest to spot in the crowd. They wore the skimpiest swim wear. Even the males wore small suit. He didn’t mind working the tourist section. It was his second favorite post on the beach next to the all-adult section. In this area, the guessing game was different. Jim called it “Spot the Gay Boy”. Just like the boys from Brazil, the American gays wore a lot of tight swim wear. Anything that would show what they had was worn. From thongs to square cut swim wear, the lower the suit rode the better.
All that daydreaming got Jim sporting a good size bulge in his swimsuit. He was about to call the base for a restroom break to take care of it when he spotted trouble in the surf. It was a swimmer in trouble. Without another thought, Jim grabbed his flotation device and jumped into the water.
It was short distance to the thrashing swimmer. On the way out, Jim could see the head of the swimmer go under a few times more. Just as he reached the drowning victim, the swimmer went under the surface again. Jim dove down under the water to look for the victim. The water was a little too cloudy to see clearly, but soon he spotted the shadowy figure of the swimmer. Putting one arm around the swimmer, Jim headed back to the surface.
When Jim finally reached the surface, he gasped for air and thought. “Man, this guy’s big! He must be one of those bodybuilders that I see out here from time to time. You would think a guy this big would know how to swim.”
The swim back to shore was an arduous one for Jim. Keeping the swimmer’s head above the water was no easy task. Once he got closer to the shore, with the help of the beach patrol, he was able to bring the guy onto the beach. That was when his lifesaving training kicked into high gear.
Checking the guy out to see if he was still breathing, Jim thought to himself. “Man, this guy is built. Look at the size of that chest … No, can’t think about that now, Jimmie boy. Get your mind back to your job … Check for pulse; it’s faint but there … OH MY GAWD! His arm is as big as my entire leg … Now is not the time for a boner … any movement in the chest … such a magnificent chest. Those pecs are so pronounced, look at the separations in his abs. That suit is so small and his package is so … NO back to work … no chest movement, no breathing, there must be something in the wind pipe.”
Jim opened the swimmer’s mouth and checked for obstruction. “Nothing there … time to use the Heimlich maneuver, but I could never get my arms around that big chest … got to do it flat on the ground.”
Trying not to sit on the guy’s package, Jim straddled the swimmer, which happened to be one of his favorite positions, but it felt as if the guy’s package was growing beneath his ass. He put his hands in the middle of the chest, just below the sternum. “What a chest this is ...” With one quick push, with the heels of his hands, he lunged forward. A little bit of water came out mans mouth but only a mouthful. “Time for a little mouth to mouth resuscitation … man, this job has its perks.”
Jim dismounted the guy to get a better angle on the guy’s mouth. He tilted the head back and pinched the nose. Jim made contact with the guy’s mouth and began to exhale. The next thing he knew, Jim was under the large swimmer in a lip lock.
All the guys who were standing around watching the lifeguard do his job were given a show of two guys deep in a passionate embrace. The crowd was cheering, whooping and doing wolf whistles.
“Look at the back on the big one.”
“I just love the bubble butt on the big one.”
“Hey there big boy, when you’re done there with junior, I’d like a turn.”
“If you get the big one, I get the little one.”
After a few minutes of kissing, Max said, “What took you so long, Jimmy Boy?”
Jim was surprised at being named and pushed the swimmer away. “Max? Is that you? I almost didn’t recognize you. There’s something... different about you. What are you doing here?”
“I’m glad to see you too.” Max reached down and copped a feel. “And I can see you are glad to see me.”
“I am, but not here, not now.” Jim broke away fully from Max’s embrace. “I’m working.”
“It doesn’t look like anybody here seems to care what two guys are doing on the beach.” Max stood up and helped Jim to his feet. “I think they all like our little performance.”
“Well, I could use a break...” Jim said, and as he stood up, he felt light-headed all of a sudden and grabbed Max’s big arm to keep from falling down. “Whoa, I don’t feel so good right now.”
“Let me help you there, Jimmy boy.” Max steadied Jim as they walked back to the beach office. “You aint lookin” so hot.”
“I’m feeling... kinda strange...” Jim said, trying not to trip over his own feet. “It feels like my legs are made of rubber. I must have gotten too much sun today.”
Max helped Jim into the break area of the lifeguard station and lowered Jim down to the couch.
When Jim settled down onto the overstuffed couch, he asked, “Can you get me a drink from the fridge?”
Max retrieved a bottle of water and handed it to Jim. “Here ya go boy.”
“Thanks.”
“Any news on the transfer? I remember ya tellin’ me about it a week ago.”
“As a matter of fact, I got a letter in my duffel bag over there. I haven’t had the nerve to open it yet.”
“I’ll save you the trouble.” Max got the letter from the bag and ripped it open. He read it to himself for a few seconds.
Dear Officer Samlas,
As you well know your current assignment is only a temporary one. Your arrest-to-conviction averages speak for its self. The crime rate at the beach resorts is down. Keep up the good work out there.
Your request for a permanent transfer to the Florida D.E.A. task force has been accepted. Your transfer papers are being processed as of this writing.
As requested, you will be able to maintain your undercover position as a lifeguard in De Soto County.
To ensure your assignment is not compromised, please destroy this and any other information linking you to the D.E.A. that may be in your possession.
Welcome to the Drug Enforcement Agency.
Signed,
Blackman, Arnold S.
Director, Florida D.E.A.
“Congratulations there, boy. You’ve hit the big time.” Max handed the letter to Jim who read it for himself.
“Thank you Max.”
“Ya now know there are more drugs out there than just cocaine, crack and marijuana that they use down there in Miami.” Max did a double bicep pose for Jim. “Up here we use the good stuff. We have HGH, steroids and all that other illegal crap. There are a lot of wannabes out there who wanna be this big.”
“If it’s illegal, there’s black market for it. That’s why I’m here.” Jim started to get up from the couch but fell back again. “Whoa! I never had such a bad case of heat stroke.”
“Boy it aint even summer, and you are already complainin’ about the weather.” Max picked up Jim and suspended him over the floor by the shoulders. “Now let’s see what I have to work with.”
“Hey, put me down, you big dope. What are you going to do?”
“If you’re gonna be on the police force than I’m gonna need to bulked up boy. Now if I could just make ya taller, I would make ya six foot four, but that will never happen will it?”
And as soon as Max said that, Jim’s body began to elongate, and his limbs stretched downward until his size 14 feet touched the floor. The taller and skinnier Jim was almost eye to eye with Max. He went from five foot eight to his new height all within a minute, and neither Max nor Jim seemed to notice that Jim’s body went through any changes. Max just smiled appreciably at being able to view Jim’s handsome face up close. He then placed his hands on Jim’s shoulders.
“Next, I’d widen your shoulders, broaden your back and thicken up that chest.”
As Max touched each area of Jim’s torso, it grew broader, thicker and wider. He moved his hands down Jim’s sides. Like an eraser on a chalkboard, Max’s hands magically took away the body fat and replaced it with muscle. Jim’s lats widened as they connected with the back muscles. Jim’s abdominals deepened into a more defined eight-pack.
Max started to insert his hands under the waistband of Jim’s shorts but stopped. He brought his hands back up Jim’s chest, paused at his nipples and brushed them lightly. A moan came out of Jim’s lips as his pecs began to quiver and pulsate as they grew into solid mounds of rock-hard flesh. Max went back up to the shoulders.
“Who needs to carry a weapon when you can carry a set of huge guns?” Max slid his hands over Jim’s broad shoulders and down to his biceps and triceps, both of which grew larger, forcing the arms further away from Jim’s body.
“But all that muscle on top would look out of place with those skinny legs of yours.” Max, keeping his eyes on Jim’s face, reached down and felt Jim’s legs and calves which went through a similar muscular growth phase. Even though they were defined before, they now thickened to twice their original size.
Max brought his hands back up to Jim’s midsection and paused only for a few seconds. He slipped his hand inside Jim’s shorts. “You need to get rid of that loose fitting suit that you like to wear.”
Jim’s lifeguard swimsuit disappeared leaving him in his tight fitting red Speedos.
“You should show the world that package you have hidden under here.” Max gave Jim’s bulge a little squeeze. “Show everyone how thick and long it is. Show them that wonderful ass of yours.”
The front of Jim’s red Speedos began to grow bigger. The bulge became so pronounced that it was now as big as Max’s large hand. Its weight pulled down the top of the suit exposing a bit of pubic hair. On the back, the white first aid cross appeared to be moving further south. The spandex material crept down Jim’s ass until the top of his butt crack was exposed.
“Be proud of your title: The Bodybuilding Lifeguard.” Max ran his hands over Jim’s hairless body. He could almost feel the blood being pumped through the network of veins just under the skin. Max stepped close to Jim and kissed him on the lips again.
Through all of his physical transformation, Jim’s psychological make-up changed too. His mind was now in line with his new body.
“I can see that you are wearing that New N2N suit I sent you.” Max said copping another feel of Jim’s bulge.
“You always seem to know what I like to wear.” Jim returned the favor and lightly gave Max’s black Speedos a squeeze. “I can tell you like it too.”
“You betcha, buddy boy. Ya know that I always love that body of yours.”
“Thank you. I do try to stay in shape for the job.”
Max and Jim resumed kissing and, for the next few minutes, rubbed each other’s packages, causing each to grow hard with arousal and out of their respective Speedos. With their thick veiny cocks exposed, the two muscular men switched to slowly stroking each other off. As the intensity of their kissing grew, so did the speed of their strokes, which only increased their need to cum. It became an unofficial contest between the two who could hold off the longest, but unfortunately for Jim, Max just knew exactly what his buttons were and pushed them mercilessly.
Jim pulled away, gasping, “Oh fuck, Max... you win! I can’t hold it back any more!”
Max replied, “C’mon, give it to me Jimmy boy!”
On Max’s go-ahead, Jim started shooting all over his smooth, rippled torso, which Max also covered with his own seed at the sight of his friend cumming.
Max and Jim collapsed on the couch, their combined weight almost breaking it half. Max then positioned himself over Jim and began licking off their juices off the lifeguard’s hairless body, making sure his tongue got into between every crevice of Jim’s muscles.
When Max was done, they stuffed their semi-hard sausages back into their Speedos, and Jim got out two towels so they could dry themselves off.
“As much as I like being with you Max, my break is over.” Jim drank the rest of the contents of the bottle. “But you wanna join me in my rounds?”
“Do you even have to ask?”
The two big muscle guys exited the station clad only in their Speedos. Each one had his hand on the ass of the other.