Mr Milky Way -- part 1

MR MILKY WAY

Story by Walt Poplawski
Morphs by Stefantoons


As the lights went up in the auditorium, Butch Taylor switched off the microphone and stepped away from the podium. He was glad for the break, but he wanted more too. Butch knew that the best was always last. The final posedown was his favorite. The best of show in every competition, and tonight would be no exception.
Mr Milky Way muscle extravaganza had attracted some of the best competitors. These were men with style. Size, too. But not just walking chemical factories. Butch liked that. He liked the place for old-timers and amateurs. Upstarts and young bucks got their spots to mix and mingle with superstars and legends.

This was fun. The audience ate-up the antics when the posing got hot and heavy. Pump-heads against heavy muscle dudes. Lots of show-offs. Butch had been damn close to creamin' his shorts. Now he needed to cool off. He headed to the locker-room.

Everyone had cleared out. Runners-up and semifinalists had puked and pissed their last. Their tanned and buff physiques were mingling with friends, fans and fast- talkers.

Butch took his handy dopkit and headed into a vacant stall. Zipping open the black leather, he could not hold back his smile of satisfaction. Inside was the prized replica molded from the pecker of professional bodybuilding's superhero. Butch remembered the successes of the once naive kid, now a first name legend. Untying his baggies, he rolled them down his hefty quads. The loose cotton slid down his calves to his feet. Butch pushed up his t-shirt, above his pecs and over his nipples. He wanted to be a naked as possible when he squatted to ride the dildo into his puckered asshole.

Butch spit on the plastic pecker's flaring head, and then slathered some of his precum into the spittle. Spunk was cheesy under his foreskin. The stink tingled in his nostrils. His first, then his second sphincter sucked in the tool. The long slide into his asshole and against his prostate was exhilarating. His rock solid dick slapped the prickly hair of his shaved inner thighs. Butch was ready to start stroking himself to a humongous orgasm when he heard the locker-room door open.

Someone was walking in with soft, naked footsteps. Realizing he had not closed the stall door, Butch bolted upright. The dildo surged deeper into his butthole. Butch pulled up his baggies and tugged down his shirt. He stepped on the hopper handle to flush the toilet. Toward the sinks and mirrors, he glimpsed a double vision of Mike Miller. Butch sucked in his sphincters with a couple of twitches, trying to accommodate the dildo, make himself comfortable.

Fortunately, Butch was at ease with Mike, who at 52 was the "old timer" in the masters' category at Mr Milky Way. Butch liked Mike. He savored seeing age thin Mike's skin, like his own. Although they had grown up together in the sport, Mike was still a competitor, while Butch was an announcer and promoter. Trim and pumped, sure, but not prime aged beef like Mike, Butch sauntered over to a sink and started washing his hands.

He was looking. at Mike only in the mirror. He talked to the reflected image. "Mike, I'm really glad to see you looking great. You're one of the best."

"Yeah, thanks." Mike grumbled. "But what can I do now? Inmy day it was biceps and