Date: Mon, 15 Apr 2002 20:57:49 -0700
From: bawdy pen <bawdypen@hotmail.com>
Subject: ROVING REPORTER #6 (scat ws)

		  ROVING REPORTER--Part 6

THE NEXT NIGHT'S SPECIAL

   "Hey, guys, come on in! Bar's in the back."
   "How they hangin', Sarge?"
   "Bout as low as you can bend, Phillips! You still
pluggin' that twist in the steno pool?"
   "Every Tuesday. Here, I brought a bag of Ice."
   "Wha? You don' think I gotta refrijagator?"
   "No, dummy...ICE. Dope from the evidence cabinet. Jap
stuff."
   "Good shit," another remarked. "We confiscated it last
night in the park. Really puts a bone in your boner!"
   "What you got rigged up in the other room, there,
Sarge?" the third man asked. "What the hell! Toilet seats
with naked guys under 'em?!"
   "Dem? Ah, doz are some shit-eaters we picked up in a
toilet in Queens doin' filthy things wit some young boys.
Kids wasn't complaining, so's we told 'em to git home and
keep der butts outta fruits' faces. Told deze guys we'd let
'em go if they'd service at our party."
   "What kind of service? Oh, fuck! You don't mean...?!"
   "Sure. No big deal." He waved his hand. "Dey fuckin'
love it, doz two! You git da urge, go in an' pick a seat.
Ya shit on one guy's face, den move over to da udder one
and getchur butthole licked off!"
   "How come the seats are turned around backwards?"
   "Whadda you tink, you dumb fuck? So we don' hafta look
between yur legs to see ya take a dump an' watch yur turds
hittin' 'em in da face!"
   "Sure gonna get smelly in there!"
   "Who gives a fuck? We smell our own shit all da time,
don't we? Don' you tink it's worth it?"
   "I guess. Sure is wild, Sarge! You always come up with
something bizarre. Punishin' fags like this might be fun!"
   "Heh! Punishin' 'em? Dem fruits're gonna be in turd
heaven gettin' lotsa hot cop shit ta lick! But lissen...dis
is all good clean fun. If you tinks you might have da runs,
please don't partake of da entertainment. We don' wanna
piss the guys off. We might want 'em to come back some
time." They all laughed.
   "Hey, Sarge? What about pissing? We all piss when we
shit. Do they want us to piss on 'em too?"
   "Hell, I don' know. Go ahead. Dere's lotsa plastic
under 'em. Stick yur dick between yur legs an' piss in der
mouths! Don't matter. We got 'em handcuffed down there,
anyways."
   "Why? I thought they agreed to it."
   "Well...dey kinda did."
   "Yeah," Sargeant Grusha's housemate, Lieutenant Borden,
approached, "after you promised them there'd be a couple of
boys at the party. They weren't too happy about having a
bunch of cops shit on 'em!"
   "Ah, fuck 'em! If dey get too prissy, I'll call over my
nephew. Tink da kid's a little fruit anyway. Got kicked
outta gym class fur fiddlin' round in the showers!"
   "You talking about Butchie, the kid you used to bring
into the station once in a while? Hell, call him now. I'll
let him fiddle with me! Vice was always good duty. Fags
give the best blowjobs!"
   "Ssssh," warned Phillips. "You're talkin' about the
Sarge's nephew!"
   "Oh. Yeah. Sorry, Sarge."
   "Whadda I look like, his mudder? Kid wants ta suck
cock, ain't no skin offa my ass. Better not catch 'im in
the toilets, though. Bust my career...a scandal like dat! I
wanna make Chief some day."
   "I'm sure you will, Sarge. Did you invite the Mayor
tonight?" He laughed uproariously.
   "Gee, you tink I shoulda?" He asked seriously. They all
broke up in gales of laugh--ter that the man couldn't
understand. "Why not? Mayor's gotta shit too, don't he?"
   "Didja get us any hookers this time, Sarge?"
   "Naw, got some pornos playing in da back room, though,
and I did invite Brewer, that new gay cop on the force.
Maybe he'll let us plug his ass, whadda you tink?"
   "Long as he don't wanna go 'turnabout's fair play'! I
seen Brewer in the locker room, He's packin' a gun bigger'n
his friggin' pistol!"
   "Yeah, seems the fruits always get the big ones. God's
little joke on the rest of us!"
   "Guess they gotta be big n' strong to do all that fudge
packin'!"
   "Tonight ain't a night fur packin'...it's a night fur
dumpin'!"
   "Well, let's get a drink and some of that dope!"

LATER
   "HEY, SARGE! You know what's going on in the dining
room?!!"
   "Ah, Brewer, how're youse doin'? Sure I know what's
goin' on. I set it up. Couple of frui...guys're dining on
what they like best--shit!"
   "So how come they're handcuffed if they're so willing?"
   "Dey asked for it. Said if they wuz gonna eat cop shit,
dey'd git a bigger charge out of it if they wuz forced! Ask
'em! I told 'em we had a gay cop of the force and dey said
dey wanted your shit more'n anybody else's! Ever shit on a
guy, Brewer? Betcha done it a couple of times, hunh?"
   "NO! OF COURSE NOT!"
   "Aw, come on. I know youse guys're always tonguin'
buttholes. I ain't meanin' no disrespect, or nuthin' like
that, but don't youse guys do yur butt-fuckin' den lick off
da cocks?"
   "No we don't! And we don't rim for shit, Sarge! It...it
just feels good. We're not all like those creeps."
   "Now, now. Let's not be der judge n' jury, Brewer.
Ever'body jacks off to a dif'rent drummer, right? Hey, have
ya tried the Ice, yet?"
   "Uh, yeah, just a little while ago. Boy, it's sure
making me sweat. I think I'm just coming on to it. You sure
those guys are alright?"
   "Fuck yeah. Come on, look. See? Doze guys're in turd
heaven! Oooh, dere's Phillips takin' a real big crap!
Lookit dat, willya? Guy's got 'is tongue out and all. Maybe
youse guys don't do dat shit all da time, but dez guys DO!
See dere? He's moving over to da udder seat, gettin' all da
hot shit licked offa his ass! Friggin' little shit's got
his tongue shoved all da way up Phillips' craphole!"
   "Yeah," Brewer absentmindedly stroked his rising
pecker, "guess he is enjoying that, isn't he? Fuckin'
dope's turning me on. I'd better get out of here!"
   "Why, fur chrissakes?"
   "I...I can't do anything here...being so new to the
force and with my position..."
   "Lemme talk at yah sincere," the Sarge put his arm
around Brewer. "We all know yur a fruit, Brewer. You suck
cock, so what? We all like ya...you're a good cop. Y'can
letchur hair down, so ta speak. We like ta get rowdy at dez
bashes, so if ya wanna do somethin'...go ahead." He poked
him in the ribs. "Hell, dere's lotsa cops here dat'll
letcha fiddle in der jeans if ya want! You can set up shop
in da livin' room and give blowjobs if ya want! What with
this strong dope, and da movies in da back room, dez
guys're gonna start jackin' each udder off before too long.
Believe me, I've seen it happen before! Dis is outta da
office, see? We don' hold nuthin' against a guy fur
whatever he does at our parties. So have some fun, kid. I'm
gonna go in n' take a big shit here in a coupla minutes,
myself."
   "Umm, you mind if I watch, Sarge?"
   "Fuck no, kid! Get right down dere n' smell along
witchur buddies!"
   "Hey, guys! Man, is this stuff wild! What's up?"
   "You ain't feelin' no pain, are ya, Capshaw?"
   "Fuck no, but those movies are puttin' me on the rail
something fierce! Wish we had a whore."
   "Well, I'm ready ta go shit on da turdboys, and Brewer
wants ta watch." Brewer blushed furiously.
   "Yeah? Dig that action, hunh, Brewer?"
   "No, I...I've never even seen it before."
   "Say, Capshaw. You was remarkin' earlier 'bout how big
Brewer's cock is...maybe youse guys oughta get together!"
   "I...I...." It was Capshaw's turn to blush. "I just
mentioned it, Sarge. Didn't mean nothing."
   "Well, I seen ya jack pricks before. I'm sure Brewer'd
love ta blow ya while you play wid his prick. Come on,
youse guys can lay down and fiddle wid each other while I
take a big dump!"
   "Sounds alright with me. My balls're stuffed and ready
to detonate! What'da you say, Brewer? I wouldn't mind
wrappin' my hand around that big pecker of yours for a
while. Ever licked a copknob?"
   "Jeez, no. I always figured to keep from messin' with
guys I work with. I like my job, and I want to keep it."
   "Aw, you don't have to worry about that. Here, I'll
prove it." He let out a big yell that rang throughout the
house. "HEY! ANYBODY GONNA HOLD IT AGAINST BREWER IF HE
SUCKS A LITTLE COCK?"
   "NO!" was heard from several, amidst some laughter and
giggles.
   "A LITTLE COCK? MUST BE YOURS, CAPSHAW!"
   "IF I HOLD IT AGAINST HIM, WILL HE PLAY WITH IT?"
   "I'LL HOLD IT AGAINST HIS LIPS!"
   "Well," Capshaw smiled, "there you are. These guys
don't give a shit what you do. Hell, they'll probably all
gather around to watch you in action!"
   "But, I thought cops were always worried about a gay
cop covering their ass in the field," Brewer said.
   "You got it wrong, Brewer," a tall, younger cop entered
the room. "Those dumb cops aren't worried about you
covering their ass...they're worried about you feeling
their ass! Long as you don't go putting your hand down the
back of their pants...without an invite...you'll get along
just fine. Personally, I'll let ya feel my ass, long as you
don't try stickin' nothing longer than a finger up there!"
   "MERCY, DONNIGAN!" Capshaw kidded him. "You never told
me you wanted to play butthole games."
   "Gee, Capshaw, you never told me you wanted to worm
your finger up my shithole!" He laughed. "Besides, you
weren't offering blowjobs!"
   "Well, you never..."
   "Hey, guys, I never said I was 'offering blowjobs'!"
Brewer cried.
   The whole room fell silent.
   "How much did he have?" another cop entered, wearing
only his boxer shorts. Two others, similarly attired,
followed him into the room. They both had obvious boners in
their pants, and they stood side-by-side unashamedly
fondling the other's crotch. They stood there with mische-
vious smirks. Then they dropped their shorts and grabbed
each other's peckers again.
   "Plenty," Capshaw grinned. "Couple more minutes oughta
do it." He dropped his pants and jockeys and raised up,
showing off a very impressive erection! The others followed
suit, until everyone in the room was stripping off, and
others were coming from the rest of the house.
   Brewer stared aghast. He slowly turned--fear in his
eyes--seeing all the cops getting naked. "OH, MY GOD! Y-you
guys p-planning on g-gang b-banging me?!! YOU MUTHER-
FUCKERS!" He curled his fists for action.
   "Hey, hold your water, buddy!" Capshaw put his arm
around Brewer and reached down and cupped his crotch,
playing with his dick. "You're jumping to the wrong
conclusion. We're not bull-shittin' you. Okay, we did kinda
make sure you got good and doped up...but that's just cause
we figured you'd need something to loosen you up. We knew
you'd be a little nervous, and we really want to see you
get wild. Cause we do. Hell, look around. Sarge has got his
pants off and he's sitting down on the seat. He ain't even
paying attention to us. He's about to take a crap on those
guys! We just didn't want you to be a wet blanket, see?"
   "Sure," Donnigan came up on the other side of him and
also copped a feel. He spoke while he worked at Brewer's
belt and zipper. "You don't hafta do anything you don't
want to. We're straight, but we dig messin' with each
other. We can't do that having you standing around all
uptight, can we? Besides, Capshaw's not the only one that's
noticed that huge hang of yours. We all wanna get a look at
it up and stiff!" He suddenly wrenched Brewer's pants down.
Brewer instinctively bent to pull them back up, but Capshaw
grabbed him under the armpits and kept him upright. He
struggled half-heartedly, thinking about kicking, but
quickly discarded that. He didn't really think he was in
trouble, and was sure of it when the remarks started
coming.
   "WOW! What a beaut!"
   "Fuckin-A, man...look at that cock!"
   "Shit, I'll jack him off."
   "Fuck! Now I know why that Assistant DA left his wife
last year and ran off with the pool boy!"
   "I love my wife too much to leave, but I wish she had
one of them!" Then Brewer realized something. With the
exception of the stocky Sergeant, who was throwing this
shindig, all of the cops invited were either gorgeous, or
certainly quite acceptable to a cocksucker who was as horny
as he was at the moment! The Ice was really getting to him,
now, and his prick started to rise amidst the compliments.
   "Toldja da fruits always got da big ones!" the Sarge
cried, sitting on the toilet seat and squirming around to
get comfortable. "Now youse guys gonna flap yur lips, or
watch me shit?"
   Capshaw stroked Brewer's stiffening 11-incher and spoke
into his ear. "You hot enough to stop fidgeting? Come on,
let's watch some nasty shit-licking!"
   "Oh, okay," Brewer agreed, quietly moaning at the
fantastic feel of Capshaw's hand stroking his long shaft.
They broke apart, but as he turned to get on the floor to
watch the shitting, Donnigan took hold of him.
   "Go...go ahead and watch, man. I just gotta get a feel
of this big thing now that it's hard. I've never seen one
this big!" He played with the long schlong, while Brewer
sat and someone helped him out of his pants and shirt.
   "Youse guys ready for some big, smelly turds?" the
Sarge asked the guys under the toilet seats.
   "BOUT TIME SOMEBODY SHIT SOME BIG ONES!" one of the
shit-eaters cried. "THOUGHT ALL YOU COPS WERE FULL OF
SHIT!"
   "All cops are fulla shit, buckos!" Sarge assured them.
"You'll find that out. But before da night's over, youse
guys're gonna be full of it!"
   Sitting down, now, next to Capshaw, Brewer reached over
and felt the man's cock. It was a sturdy 8-incher that was
just right for sucking. Brewer was proud of his massive
endowment, and enjoyed the attention it brought him, but
when it came to his partners he much preferred something
easier to handle. He liked to deep-throat a guy, and often
felt sorry for guys who were going down on him...and the
frustration they experienced at not being able to take him
to the balls. They sat there, jacking each other, while the
rest of the naked group readied for the show while
unashamedly fiddling with whoever was close.
   "Oh, Chuckie, look at the asshole on this guy!" the
shit-eater looked up at the Sarge's butthole.
   "Whadja expect, Jerry? Cops're almost ALL asshole! 95%
asshole, 4% piss, and 1% dick. They keep slobbering over
some fag cop's prick back there, but we ain't see it yet!
Betcha he's too prissy to shit for us, hunh? All this
smelly cop shit we gotta put up with tonight, and I'll bet
we don't even get a little peek at a luscious fag turd!"
   "HOLY FUCK! Willya look at this gigantic asshole
opening up?! Man! That fucker's gonna bust my nose when it
falls outta there!"
   "Open your mouth then Jerry...quick! You know you love
chokin' on a big fat one!"
   "Yeah, I sure do! COME ON, YOU FAT-ASSED COP...SHIT
THAT FUCKER OUTTA THERE! WE GOTTA LOT OF TURDS TO LICK
TONIGHT, AND YOU'RE HOGGING THE SEAT!"
   Sarge chuckled and pressed down. His anus expanded
widely and he dropped a short, fat, stinky one on the guy's
face. It fell to the side after sliding across his out-
thrust tongue, but was soon followed by more shit that
literally fell apart after breaching the opening. Like hard
little rocks, his shit separated and fell like hail. Jerry
had his mouth open, and managed to catch several of them.
Some he swallowed whole...others he retained in his mouth
to suck on.
   "Damn!" Chuckie cried. "That doesn't give me anything
to lick! He shit so clean it hardly touched his asshole!"
   "Here," Donnigan reached into the pit and grabbed a few
of the Sarge's pebbles. He put them to Chuckie's mouth and
dropped them in.
   "Mmmm, yummy! But come on, let's get a hot cop up here
on my seat. Somebody with a squishy turd I don't have to
break my jaw on."
   "Guys gotta sense of humor, don't they?" Capshaw
remarked to Brewer.
   "Yeah, but...they really like shit, don't they? Damn!"
   "Yep," Capshaw said with a smirk, as if something else
was going on.
   Donnigan, who was sitting on the other side of him,
cried out. "Hey, anybody g-gotta soft turd for the g-guy?
Come on, fellas, let's keep the show g-going. Aaah!"
   Surprised at Donnigan's sudden gasp, and seeing that
the man was now smiling, Brewer slowly peeked behind him.
He was amazed to see that Capshaw's right hand was resting
under Donnigan's buttocks, and the movement suggested quite
lewdly that he was driving a finger or two up the cop's
butthole! Brewer returned his surprised stare to Capshaw's
face. Capshaw smiled and leaned toward him.
   "You ain't the only one getting horny, fella! I'm
finger-fuckin' Donnigan and he's lovin' it. This Ice is too
much! I got two fingers up his asshole and he keeps squirm-
ing down on 'em. There's no telling what might happen if we
all end up getting even higher!"
   Brewer whispered in his ear. "I know all about guys'
assholes. Start moving them around in circles. He'll get so
fidgety and loose he'll probably beg you to fuck him!"
   "I heard that, Brewer!" Donnigan hissed, "Tell ya what.
You come over here and scoot your ass back n' sit on my
prick, and I'll let Capshaw stick it in me."
   "Whatsa matter, Donnigan," Brewer chuckled, "butch cop
don't wanna be seen getting his ass plugged unless he's
doin' it to some other guy? Don't kid an old pro. Those
fingers up your hole already got you fired up enough to get
stuffed...even without me. Have some more dope, Donnigan,
and you'll soon be ready to take on the whole force!"
   "That how it happens, Brewer? How many nightsticks have
you had shoved in there? Sounds like you're the one don't
wanna be seen getting fucked. Don't matter to me. You're
right, I'm ready to try it. You too chicken to even lick
his dick and get it wet for me?"
   "It's going up your ass, Donnigan. Shouldn't you be
licking it?"
   Capshaw let out a sigh. "Fuck you guys, I'll lick it
myself!" He arched his back and bent over until he was able
to lick on his own peckerhead! Everybody gasped and urged
him on.
   "FUCK! A guy that c'n lick his own prick!"
   "Man, wish I could do that!"
   "Jeez! Betcha blow yurself all the time, doncha
Capshaw!"
   Capshaw moaned as he licked his knob, then sat back
with a proud grin on his face. "Yep! Eat your hearts out!"
   "Shit!"
   "Well, can't really blow it. But I've sure slopped a
lot of squirtin' cum in my mouth! Ain't half bad, either.
Might even try another guy's load tonight...what the hell!"
   "Whew! Pull your hand outta my ass. Lay back, I'm ready
to sit on that fucker!" Donnigan straddled Capshaw and
unashamedly worked his hole over the wet knob and quickly
sank down on it with a gasp.
   "I'd say da Ice has been broken!" Sarge laughed.
"Anything goes. Ain't somebody gonna take another shit?
Dese guys're da hit for me. I c'n see fuckin' n' suckin'
any time. Les see some more turds!"
   Marlowe and Kipps, the two patrolmen who first came
into the room fondling each other in their boxers, were
avidly watching Donnigan enjoying the prick thrusting up
his asshole.
   "Well, how is it?" Kipps asked him.
   "UNGH! Rookie...I'd say the fags have had something
good going for a long time...and we've been ignoring it!
Man, that meat feels good up my keester! Yeah, pump it just
like that, Cappy. Real deep!"
   Kipps and Marlowe went into a whispering huddle. "You
think..." "Yeah, but..." "Me, too..." "We could..." "OK."
   "W-we decided to try fucking each other," Marlowe
blurted.
   "Well, ho de lo! Big fuckin surprise!" the Sarge
laughed.
   "Hey, come on, Sarge! We don't mess with each other
'cept at one of your parties. But you told us to come with
our asses full, so we gotta get rid of it all before we can
fuck. So, here's your treat! We're both gonna shit at the
same time."
   "HOT DAMN, ROOKIE TURDS! Youse shit-lickers're gonna
love dese ones! Leastways, I suppose ya likes 'em young 'n
saucy."
   Brewer had finally started to suck on Donnigan's prick,
but even he turned around to witness the double shitting.
Capshaw and Donnigan bounced together so they could move
sideways to see.
   All eyes were glued to the two turds hanging from the
cop assholes. The guys underneath had their mouths
pleasantly stuffed! The smell wasn't overpowering, but
Brewer was amazed that these supposedly straight cops
didn't mind it, and were getting so much enjoyment out of
the 'hole' thing. The sounds of shit-slurping permeated the
room, along with the squishy sounds of cocks being sluiced
up and down. And, of course, the squishy sounds of
Donnigan's anus sliding happily over Capshaw's rigid shaft.
Donnigan was really having a time of it!
   "Damn," he cried, looking around at the shit viewers,
"you oughta see the look in your eyes, fellas! Pass more
dope around and some of you are gonna get down and help
those guys out!"
   Phillips sat over to the side, jerking his prick.
"Sure, Donnigan. We'll do that right about the time you
start shoving your tongue up our assholes! On second
thought, cancel that. The way you're digging that buggering
I'd better not make any promises...you just might do it!"
   "Smart move, Phillips," Donnigan plunged his ass down.
"I'd lick some smelly butts just to see you lick a turd!"
   "Oooh! Dere still slidin' dat shit out. Lookit dose
guys go!" Sarge was up close, peeking under for a good
look. "Did my ass look that good when I dumped? Gotta try
it with a mirror some time."
   The turds fell out. Marlowe's anus throbbed open and
closed a few times, then plopped out another little one.
The guys let the shit fall to the side and leaned up to
lick the holes clean.
   "Damn, that's tasty!" Jerry said. "Sure would like to
fuck that fine ass of yours myself! How 'bout arresting me
some time, Marlowe? I'll show you a good time!"
   "Just suck all the shit off my hole, punk. My partner's
gonna give me all the good time I need!"
   "Figures. Listen, after he fucks you I'll suck his
cock, OK?"
   "Me, too!" the other guy gushed. "I'll suck your prick,
Marlowe."
   "Huh! Youse guys seem ta be a bigger hit den Donnigan
gettin' his ass plowed. Where's Borden?" he called for his
housemate.
   "Over here!" he cried out. He was spread out, back
against the far wall. Two cops were licking his prick.
   "Ah ha! Lick his nuts...he likes that!" the Sarge
cried, giving himself away. He tried to pass it off
quickly. "M-most guys do!"
   But Phillips latched onto that immediately. "Sarge?
That mean you and the lieutenant have been getting it on
regular?" The Sarge just huffed and waved the idea off.
   But Borden was higher than a kite. "You guys fuckin'
nuts or what? Why the hell do you think we have these
parties? Sarge an' I have been lovers for years. He's a
great cocksucker, let me tell ya! AND DON'T LET THAT LITTLE
GAME WITH THE SHIT-EATERS FOOL YA, EITHER! Sarge likes to
dabble around a little while I take a shit. He ain't like
those guys, mind you, but he don't mind taking a little
lick once in a while!"
   "You wasn't supposed to let on, Harold," the Sarge
quietly reprimanded him. "Don't guess it much matters da
way dese guys're suckin' n' fuckin'! Let's make it a hotter
time for 'em, and show da fellas how much ya like ta drink
piss!"
   Phillips smirked. "Lt. Borden's a piss-drinker? Hey, I
always wanted to piss in a guy's mouth...especially one of
my superiors! How 'bout it, uh...Harold? I gotta bladder
full of hot piss."
   "Fuck, yeah! Why not? Guess I spilled the beans
anyway."
   "Might not be too yellow, though. I been pissin' beer
all night!"
   "That's even better," Borden said. "Don't like bitter
piss...just a nice salty drink! Let's go in the potty so we
don't get it all over."
   "NO! Come on over here and do it over us," one of the
shackled guys suggested. "We'll take the drippings!"
   Phillips sat on one of the seats, while Borden strad-
dled the other one and put his mouth down to Phillips'
prick. Looking around at the other guys triumphantly,
Phillips let loose and pissed in the guy's mouth. Whatever
Borden couldn't handle...which wasn't much...dribbled down
his shaft and balls to the lips of the guy underneath.
   Instead of this new admission disturbing the other
cops, they seemed to feel that it only made the horny party
looser. Except for one cop. "Hey! You guys know what this
means? We've been getting down and dirty all these times
for a couple of fag cops! We've been used!"
   Capshaw looked over at him. "So what, Nelson? You
sucked me off at the last party and said it was kind of a
kick. Quitchur gripin' and take your hand off of Briggs'
pecker. Bring your hard prick over here. I'll return the
favor if it'll soothe your sense of outrage."
   "Well....alright. Hey, you're not a secret fag, too,
are you?"
   "No way, guy. Come on, lemme blow ya while I screw this
hot asshole!"
   "Say, what about me?" Briggs cried.
   "Are you kidding?" Nelson looked back at him. "I don't
hear you offering me a blowjob!"
   "I-I woulda...if you'd given me time."
   "Yeah? Well stick your face under my ass and lick my
balls for me while he blows me."
   "OK, but don't get no ideas about me lickin' your ass!"
   "Did I say a word?" Nelson asked.
   "No, but..." Briggs crouched down behind Nelson and
pulled his nuts back for a licking. He practically had to
put his nose up Nelson's ass to get to them. He avoided
touching it, but the hot aroma was impossible to miss. He
didn't say anything, because unless Nelson had recently had
his nose up his own ass, he wasn't aware of what Briggs was
experiencing anyway. He hated to admit it to himself that
he not only wasn't bothered by it...he rather enjoyed it in
a perverse way.
   "Ah, suck me, Cappy! Suck me while Briggs licks my nuts
and sniffs my butthole!"
   "HEY!" Briggs complained.
   "Give it up, buddy. You gotta have your nose in my
ass!"
   "Well...just don't fart, OK? It stinks bad enough as
it is!"
   "One way ta cover that, Briggs," the Sarge suggested,
"lick all dat hot stink off!"
   "Com'ere, Sarge. YOU lick it off!"
   "Don't be a putz, Briggs. LICK HIS FUCKIN' ASSHOLE, YA
PUSSY!"
   Admitting to himself that he was just as horny as the
rest of them, Briggs went ahead and swabbed his tongue up
his colleague's sweaty crack a couple of times before
returning to his balls. He licked the nuts, but found
himself savoring the taste of the guy's grungy butt. He was
amazed at how intoxicating the smell and flavor of another
man's rectal hole could be! Suddenly, the balls were ripped
from his mouth as Nelson started to pound into Capshaw's
face.
   "AW, SUCKIT, SUCKIT, SUCKIT!" He flooded Capshaw's
mouth with hot bolts of creamy jizz. Briggs sat back,
stroking his meat and watching the ass flex in orgasm.
   "HEY, GUYS, HOW 'BOUT SOME TURDS OVER HERE!" a slave
cried out.
   "Oh, yeah, me!" Nelson whipped his cock from Capshaw's
mouth. "Uh, suddenly I gotta go real bad!" He hopped up and
plopped his ass down on one of the seats. Instantly, a
long, dark turd shot from his anus as he let out a cry of
relief! It fell across a pair of hungry lips. The guy
managed to get a couple of licks in before it fell aside.
   "Damn! That's why you smelled so bad!" Briggs acted
furious.
   "Didn't stop you from licking me, did it?" Nelson
laughed.
   "See if he'll lick you now!" Phillips chuckled as he
sprawled back against the wall getting a blowjob from one
of the horny rookies, who also had his eyes glued to the
man's turd dump.
   "Thanks, but I'm gettin' well licked-out right now!"
Nelson squirmed his ass on the other seat, relishing the
tongue slurping out the dirty shit from his asshole. "Mmmm,
clean me out you silver-tongued devil!"
   "Weren't you the one complaining a few moments ago
about how we were all being used?" Briggs asked.
   "I never said I didn't enjoy the fun. I just didn't
know we were doing it for fags. Fuck it...it don't matter.
They know how to have a good time, that's for sure.
Cummin' & shittin' & pissin' all over the place! I was
gonna jack ya, Briggs, but takin' that shit's got me all
turned on again. Might as well blow ya...everybody else is
sucking cock around here!"
   He crawled between Briggs' legs and grabbed his cock.
Then he began to lick up and down the shaft before sliding
his lips over the knob and sucking it. All the time he kept
looking up at the amused smirk on his brother officer's
face.
   Sarge was on his knees, watching the cock plunging in
and out of Donnigan's stretched anus. Donnigan spread his
legs wider apart. "Go ahead, Sarge. Don't drool all over
the place. Get down there and lick it if you want!"
   Capshaw spread his legs too. "Yeah, go on, Sarge. Lots
to lick down there. He sure is a squishy fuck! Must be
lotsa juice on my prick and balls. Who's the nastiest, you
or Borden? One of you want to pull my cock out of his ass
and suck on it? Just be sure to put it back in. I intend to
shoot blast a gallon of jizz up his hot insides."
   "Jus' keep fucking, I'll lick it as it is," the Sarge
replied. "Besides, Borden's busy suckin' on da fruit's
rectum over dere!" He bent his face down and licked all up
and down Capshaw's greasy prick as it thrust in and out of
Donnigan's loose anus. He also licked on both their ball-
sacks, and even managed to twist his tongue up Capshaw's
hole a little ways after the man hiked his legs up to
expose his asshole.
   What he'd said about Borden was true. He was bent over
Brewer and was sucking on his hole like crazy! Borden liked
drinking piss and sucking assholes. He didn't much care if
a guy was straight or a raving cocksucker. Right now, he
was rimming the hell out of a raving cocksucker, because
Brewer was busy blowing any cop that wanted to stick his
cock in his mouth. He'd already drained three pricks, and
another one was now underneath him, sucking him off in a 69
while watching Borden tongue-fuck his faggy asshole!
   And that guy was relishing the view--wondering how many
big cocks Brewer had ever had stuffed in there--and having
a tingling experience at blowing a true cocksucker. He
worked that prick as best he could, getting a perverse
pleasure at showing Brewer that he could do it as good as
any fag around! ("Fuckin' Ice! Makes me wanna taste the
queer cream from his fruity cock!")
   Sarge was licking away, listening to the moans and
cries of both Donnigan and Capshaw. Donnigan rested back on
Capshaw, shooting ropes of sperm over his own chest and
chin. Capshaw's cock was coming out of the ass coated with
a thick layer of white juice--juice he was squirting up the
cop's asshole to overflowing! Sarge was lapping it up.
Capshaw layed there, exhausted. "Go ahead, Sarge. Yank it
out and clean it off for me!" Sarge grabbed it just as
Donnigan squeezed his anus and popped the sucker right out
in the Sarge's face. It was gooey and stunk...but Sarge put
it in his mouth and licked it off. Then, before Donnigan
could get up, he shoved his face into his crack and began
to suck the rest of the cream from his hole!
   "SUCK ME OUT, SARGE! OOOH! SUCK ALL THAT NASTY COCK
CREAM OUT OF MY HOLE...AND ANTHING ELSE YOU FIND YOU LIKE!"
   Sarge obeyed quite willingly.
   "LOOK, FELLAS! SARGE 1S SUCKIN' OUT MY SHITHOLE!
BORDEN'S SUCKIN' A SHITHOLE! JEEZ, EVERYBODY'S SUCKIN' SHIT-
HOLES AROUND HERE!"
   Kipps, who'd shit earlier, backed himself over
Donnigan's face and squatted down, grabbing him by the hair
and pulling his face to his ass.
   "Well, don't be left out, Donnigan. SUCK ON MINE! You
watched me take a shit, now lick my shithole!"
   Knowing Kipps had been thoroughly cleaned out by one of
the shitlickers, Donnigan allowed himself to be abused.
Besides, he wanted to lick some guy's butt, and this clean
one was perfect. He wiped his tongue all around, and dug
inside the gaping hole. He got a little surprise, though--
an unmistakable lingering taste of the guy's shit. He
licked into his rectum anyway, still delirious from his
fantastic come!
   Because of time, we can't show you the rest of the
evening. It's much too long. But let me summarize the tail-
end of the evening. After taking more of the powerful dope,
the cops sucked, fucked, and rimmed with abandon. Phillips
ended up rimming the Sarge while the Sarge pissed in
Borden's mouth. Brewer got fucked by four cops, in all,
then had his asshole rimmed out by Nelson. Briggs took a
shit for all to see. And the two shit-lickers put on a show
by simultaneously shitting in each other's open mouths!
Carrying whatever part of the turds they hadn't eaten, they
were led into the bathroom and put into the tub together.
There, every cop gathered around and pissed on them while
they finished munching on the turds! Perhaps we'll show
some of those highlights on our upcoming Anniversary
Special!
   But we do have this little clip to round out the show.

(To be continued)