Date: Mon, 21 Jan 2008 09:27:38 -0800 (PST)
From: Jack deGropier <jackdegropier@yahoo.com>
Subject: Cop interviews boy

"Can you tell us what happened? Take your time, son."

"Well, like i told your mate, i was jus messin about round the beach
huts..."

"Messin about?"

"Not doin nuffin bad, honest. Jus you know hangin out."

"OK. So what happened next."

"Well, this geezer come out one of the huts an he asked me if i wanted to
earn some money."

"Yes. And?"

"So i said doin what an he said helpin him carry some stuff out of his
beach hut to his car."

"I see. Can you describe this man?"

"Big. Dark hair, got a sort of little beard."

"What was he wearing?"

"Wearing? I dunno. A loose kind of sweater and tight trousers like what
joggers wear."

"Tight?"

"Yeah, you could see his wossname all like outlined". <giggles>

"His wossname?"

"You know, his cock. An it was like bulging, I reckon he was gettin a hard
on." <more giggles>

"I see. What happened next?"

"Well, I said all right, and I followed him into the beach hut. That's when
I saw there was two other guys in there with him, a young guy and an older
black guy."

"Were you scared?"

"A bit, but the guy with the beard, you know, was kind of friendly, asked
if I wanted a drink and stuff."

"Did he touch you at all?"

"Not right away, no. He asked me my name and stuff like that. And then he
took his cock out an said he would pay me if I do stuff with him."

"Do stuff? What stuff?"

"You know, he wanted me to jack him off."

"What did you say? It's very important. Did you agree, or did he force
you?"



At this point the tousle-haired boy paused, unsure what was expected of
him. The police officer looked at him, trying hard to control the erection
that was burgeoning in his pants. This kid was no innocent, and the cop was
already imagining what it would be like to get him into a cell on the
pretext of a body search.....



"So, what did you say? Did you agree or not?"

"Sure I agreed. No big deal jacking off a guy an he was going to pay me for
it."

"What happened next.?"



The boy looked at the cop. What happened next? I jacked him off, what do
you think? You stupid or something? Cops!



"Did you er masturbate him?"

"Masturbate, yeah, right, I masturbated him!"

"What about the other two men?"

"Well, they had their cocks out too and were kind of you know jus stroking
them. Not like jerking off, just well holding them."

"I see. Go on."

"The guy spunked up."

"Did he ask you to perform oral sex on him?"

"What?"

"Did he ask you to give him a blowjob?"

"No. That come later."

"What do you mean?"

"Well, I then had to do the other two guys, and one of them made me go down
on him."

"He forced you."

"He grabbed my head by the hair and pulled me down on to his cock, but he
needn't a done that, I was gonna suck him anyway."

"Did they give you money at that time?"

"Yeah, it was like a game, every time they wanted me to do something, they
threw money on the table and said like Here kid, that's for you."

"Let me ask you again: did they force you to do anything?"

"Not really. I mean it's no big deal jacking off a guy or sucking his
cock."

"You mean you were a willing participant?"

"What?"

"You were happy to do what they asked."

"Well, yeah, sure, well, until the two guys....."



The boy paused and screwed up his face as he revisited the memory.



"Which two guys?"

"Not the bearded guy. The other two."

"OK, go on. You were happy to do what they asked until the two guys...."

"Grabbed me and stripped me."

"Did you struggle? Did you tell them to stop?"

"No. No point. They wanted to assfuck me an there was no point in
struggling.

"So you let them."

"Yeah, I let them."



The cop was now stroking his hard cock thru his pants, the action concealed
by the table which was between him and the boy. Hearing this account of the
boy being raped by the two men was driving him wild. It was what he wanted
to do, what he rehearsed in every dream, in every masturbation fantasy. He
knew he had to be very careful now.



"Was it bad? Did they hurt you?"

"Mister, you ever had a big hard cock in your ass?"

The police officer ignored the question.

"So, did it hurt? I mean when they engaged in anal intercourse with you?"

"At first, you know, like when the black guy pushed his cock into me, man,
he was BIG, and he just spit on his cock, like, no real lube, and he didn't
even use his fingers on me first, just like drove into me. Man, that hurt!"



The way the boy talked, it was clear to the police officer that he was no
innocent. This boy had been assfucked before. Many times. His cock twitched
as he thought about having the boy impaled on it.



"Did all three men fuck you?"



The boy's eyes widened. He hadn't expected such blunt language from a
cop. He looked into the cop's eyes. And understood. Another john. Another
guy wanting to assfuck a boy. My god, he thought, even cops are into it!



"Yes."

"How did you feel about that?"

The boy paused again. Let's go for it, he thought.

"Great! I enjoyed it AND they paid me for it. How do you think I felt?!"

"You LIKED it?"

"Sure. I can't wait to have another mancock inside me, or even just to hold
on or stroke it or get my mouth on it."



The cop swallowed hard.

"I need to take you down to one of the cells for a medical examination. I
am sorry about this, but I need to check to see for myself evidence that
you were anally assaulted."

"Sure, officer," the boy said calmly. "No problem. I'd like that."

He grinned and brushed deliberately against the bulge in the police
officer's pants.

"I'd like that very much!"



And the policeman and the boy went down to the cells to bring the interview
to its inevitable climax.



[Comments to jackdegropier@yahoo.com or visit
http://groups.yahoo.com/group/rovinghands2/