A Battle for Top: The Cortez Team vs The Davenport Team

Big Bro Worship

Three weeks later….

The Davenports were late for the scheduled match.  The twin Cortez brothers and Carlos’ son Luis had arrived early at the old retired police officers’ gym.  Before heading to the locker room, all three Alpha Males had stopped by the weight machines and racks of dumbbells to do several sets of chest presses and bicep curls.  They had each got on a nice pump—the better to intimidate the arrogant policemen.

The Cortez family members undressed in the locker room.  Jorge pulled out three skimpy white posers from his duffel bag and handed one each to his brother Carlos and nephew Luis. 

Jorge couldn’t help but notice Luis’s big uncut cock dangling between his legs.  It must be 11” fully hard, he thought to himself.  Luis caught his uncle staring and smirked “Tio Jorge, now, now….”  Jorge grinned and looked away.  While Jorge and Carlos kept their armpits and pubic areas shaved clean for bodybuilding competitions, Luis allowed his pit and pubic hair to grow in, although faintly in both places.  That light dusting of black hair contrasted nicely with his creamy walnut complexion.

Jorge and Carlos were not quite as big as Luis but they could more than hold their own with thick 9” uncut cocks.  Uncut was probably a misnomer as the cock heads of both twins pushed halfway through their foreskin.  Maybe there was a name for that such as “half-cut.”  Luis’ prodigious 11" member was definitely uncut, although his cock head pushed past the foreskin once he was erect, making him look cut.

Jorge came up behind his brother who had suited up in his white poser.  He poured a good amount of oil on Carlos’ shoulders and back and began rubbing the fluid around his brother’s shoulder blades and lats.  Once he finished the back, he moved around in front of Carlos and applied the oil to his brother’s 53” brown pecs then moved south to his six pack. 

“Raise your arms, mi hermano,” Jorge said.  Carlos double bi-flexed, exposing his smooth pits and his brother rubbed oil into both.  The act of oiling Carlos’s body was getting both of them hard.  Their posers tented outward until they touched the other.  Jorge dropped to one knee and was eye level with Carlos’ stiffening bulge.  He applied oil to his brother’s 34” quads and hamstrings.  His hand brushed the leg loops of the white poser.

From his locker several feet away, Luis said “Tio Jorge, you gonna oil me up, too?”  His 11” cock looked to be semi-hard inside his white poser.  “Si, Luis,” Jorge responded, “But only if you do the same for me.”  Luis smirked.  Weighing 200 pounds, he was more lean and cut than his dad and uncle.

Carlos took a step back and stared at his glistening reflection in the mirror.  “Fuck, I look hot!” he exclaimed.  “Good thing we didn’t tell those asshole officers that Jorge and I used to wrestle as a tag team in an independent professional wrestling fed.  We learned more than enough about low blows, too.  This is gonna be fun.”  “Si, Tio Jorge,” Luis said as Jorge began to apply oil to his creamy light brown chest.  “And the jerks don’t know about my high school wrestling experience.  The Putas will be overconfident, to be sure.”  

“You do understand what the Davenports meant by ‘stakes’?” Jorge asked Luis.  “Yeah tio, I wasn’t born yesterday.  I’ve seen some gay wrestling.”  Jorge looked at Carlos and quirked his eyebrow.  “Really, mi hijo?” asked Carlos.  “Sure but you Alfas will have my back so we won’t need to worry about the Davenports’ big pollas.”  Carlos nodded while Jorge gave Luis a thumb’s up.  Of course, none of the Cortez’s knew the size of the Davenports’ cocks. 

“So, when we win that second fall, who’s going to do who?” asked Jorge, as he again descended to one knee and began oiling up his nephew’s 33” quads.  Luis’ hardening 11” cock was imprinted on the fabric of his skimpy white poser.  It loomed just above his uncle’s head.  “I call Bill Davenport as my Puta!” Luis said with a hint of defiance.  He’s the cabron who tried to arrest me for no reason.”  “You sure about that?” asked his father.  “Yeah, I bet his hole has never been filled up with a fat curved cock like mine.  Biggest in our family, I might add.” 

“By only two inches,” laughed Carlos, “Your tio and I are very well-endowed, as you know.”  Jorge moved his hands to the back of his nephew’s legs and said with a grin “I’m thinking it might be DP time for Carlos and me with that younger police officer.  What’s his name, TJ?”  “Yep,” said Carlos, “That would be fucking hot to destroy the kid’s hole while his dad is forced to watch.  But spit-roasting the big dude Lionel would be a blast too!”

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Patrolman Bill Davenport hated to be late but his early evening drug bust and required (endless) paperwork meant he and his son TJ wouldn’t pick up his brother, state trooper Lionel Davenport until after 8:00 p.m.  Lionel had told him it was okay—that he had texted the Cortez brothers to let them know the Davenport tag team would be late.  None of the Davenports would have time to shower before heading to the gym.  But that fact didn’t bother Big Bill.  He enjoyed scissoring an opponent’s face as he shoved it into his sweaty bulge.  

After connecting with Lionel, Bill and Tommy drove to the gym, arriving just after 8:30 p.m.  “At least we geared up before leaving,” TJ said as they exited their vehicle and headed, duffel bags in hand, to the doors of the retired police officers’ gym.  “Yeah, we just need to take off our uniforms and we’ll be good to go,” said Bill.  Lionel interjected, “Speaking of uniforms, I wonder what those Cortez jobbers will be wearing.”  “Probably posers.  They’re bodybuilders,” said Bill, adding “Definitely not wrestlers.”  Tommy said, “Maybe we should have told them about you two being tag team champions in the police professional league.”  “Nope,” said Bill, “It will be more fun for them to experience our wrestling prowess in person.”  All three Davenports snorted with laughter.

Entering the gym, the Davenports proceeded directly to the ring room in the back.  As they opened the door to the room, they saw no one but could hear male voices coming from the locker room.  “Let’s get ready quick,” Big Bill said, “I want to impress these jobber Bitches from the moment they see us.”  The Alpha Males immediately began taking their shoes and uniforms off.  

Underneath each uniform, the trio were wearing identical dark blue Speedos with a golden police badge covering their big bulges.  Each had brought a pair of dark blue boots with gold laces.  Once the two officers and state trooper wore only their Speedos and boots, they walked up the metal steps and slid inside the ring.  “Mighty fine,” Lionel said, as he stood face to face with his fraternal twin Bill and ran his fingertips over the ridges of his 22” biceps.  Bill grinned and went into a double bi-flex, exposing his cropped black pit hair.  

Lionel stepped closer and placed his big hands on Bill’s 50” pecs, saying again “Mighty impressive.”  Lionel’s 8.5” cut cock began to swell in his Speedo as he worshipped his twin brother’s hard and smooth physique.  TJ came over and stood behind his father, placing his hands on Bill’s shoulders.  His father dropped his pose and turned to see Tommy’s more leanly muscled body.  His son’s 48” pecs and 20” biceps were well-defined.  And he had that perfect V-taper from his broad shoulders down to his 32” waist.  Yes, the boy had filled out nicely.  

Bill glanced down to see his son’s bulge.  The outline of a semi-hard 8” cut cock was visible.  “Better adjust that pipe, son,” Bill said with a grin.  “And save it for that punk teenager’s lean body and smooth hole.”  “How do you know it’s smooth?” asked TJ.  “Those bodybuilders,” Bill replied, “They like to shave every part of their body.  But we’ll find out soon enough.”

Lionel took a step back from his brother and nephew.  He went into his own double bi-flex, which elicited whistles from the other Davenports.  His package was tenting out.  He was the same height as Bill at 6’4” but bigger in most other respects.  He weighed 250 pounds, had 53” pecs and 22” biceps, a 35” waist and 35” quads.  His chest was massive and smooth.  Black hair formed a treasure trail below his belly button leading to his 8.5” cut cock—the same dick that was obviously turned on by the other Davenport bodies.  “Very nice,” Bill said appreciatively, “You’re definitely bigger except in one area.”  “Yeah, bro,” Lionel responded, “We may be twins but your 9.5” cut cock beats mine.”  “That’s why we call you Little Li, bro,” chuckled Bill, “and me Big Bill!”  

Tommy spoke up again, looking at his father “I thought you’d want to rail the delinquent’s hole after the impolite shit he pulled on you.”  “We’ll see, TJ,” said Bill, adding with a sigh, “Hmmm, maybe we’ll spit-roast the asshole.”  Tommy’s cock pulsed in his Speedo.  Fully hard, he reached inside his gear to adjust it.

Lionel sighed and said “Let’s give these fuckers a visual they won’t forget.”  He reached inside his Speedo and began stroking his thick cut cock.  Bill and Tommy followed suit and the trio were soon hard as a rock with their big cocks straining against the front of their Speedos.  “Fuck yeah,” said Bill as he nodded to his son and brother, “Where the fuck are those Cortez Bitches?”

Almost on cue, Luis Cortez strode forth from the locker room into the ring room.  His Dad Carlos and Uncle Jorge were right behind him.  All three bodybuilder bodies glistened with oil.  They wore only their tight, skimpy white posers. 

The Davenports saw them coming from the ring.  Inwardly, Bill was impressed by the Latino family’s physiques.  The Cortez’s had got a good pump going before the match.  He noticed the older Cortez brothers had brown complexions whereas Luis, shorn of his baggy attire, had creamy, almost translucent skin.  Their bulges were impressive too.  Luis with a semi-hard cock looked especially big and thick below his waistline.  Tommy also stared at Luis’s package—remembering how he had palmed it during the stop and frisk.  

(To be continued.)