Date: Mon, 17 Dec 2012 23:22:40 +0100
From: El Greco <elgrecospain@hotmail.com>
Subject: KP Cops 2

KP COPS
BY FR. PETER
EMAIL: elgrecospain@hotmail.com

This story is written for adult entertainment purposes it is not intended
to endorse or condone any of the activities described. All characters are
the product of the author's imagination and any resemblance to persons
living or dead is pure coincidental. If you do not wish to read the erotic
story that follows please do not do so.

Feedback appreciated – thanks for all the positive comments.

Chapter 2

As Anthony ploughed Saunders arse, he looked down as his impressive cock
pistoning between the almost spherical globes that was the detective's
bum. He had never felt so turned on. He would never have taken the
rough-hewn cop for a bottom. A fine covering of silky hair covered the
cop's arse and Anthony wondered would the hard-man policeman liked to have
boy or girl rim his hole. The thought made him speed up his fucking. The
impaled cop reversed himself on to Anthony's cock and then moved in sexual
unison.

Fr. Peter stood in front of the bald cop his cock in hand. On top he still
wore his clerical suit and his trousers and underwear were around his
priestly ankles. His rugby player thighs were so impressive. Anthony was
surprised to see that the length of the Priests impressive shaft had a
tattoo of a detailed crucifix.

Holy fuck, Anthony thought. Who would have thought that?

'Does Mrs. Saunders blow you, Detective? ' The priest asked.

The detective nodded his shiny bald head.

'And do you take pleasure in it?' The priest intoned.

'Fuck yes! Fr I do.' Saunders growled.'She is one cum whore, she loves me
to bathe her pretty face in cum.'

The priest tut-tutted.

'Well for your penance you have to suck on my priestly prick and take the
seed that is to be shot for the salvation of man and boy kind.' Fr. Peter
did not wait for a response, he shoved his throbbing sacred tool into the
detective's mouth.

The sergeant was on his knees rimming the priest's hole.

Robinson scrolled the video archive for new material

'I think all you pervs will like this.' He said finally.

The video started to run. It showed a sport's locker-room. Like one in a
school or for a local football team. It was not the slick type of pavilion
one would see in a top league football. White tiles. A few shower stalls of
the most basic type. Anthony wondered would there even be hot
water. Benches along the walls were strewn with kit bags and discarded
clothes where the team had changed before going onto the field.

A caption came on the screen.

'The Under 8's Celebrate'.


As the title faded a team of young boys filed in, almost military style, in
muddied soccer gear. Socks down around their boots. Knees were dirty with
grass stains. They did not wear the almost knee length shorts now worn, but
rather wore the much shorter nix sported by soccer players in the 70s, they
stopped at the back just below the curve of the boy's arses. At the front
they rode high on their thighs. In fact those that wore their shirts
outside their shorts, rather than tucked in, looked like they were not
wearing shorts at all.

The cameraman lingered on the boys' lower halves a first and then panned up
their bodies already some where shedding their shirts. The little boy
bodies exposed. Being London there were all ethnicities and colours but all
were fit and lean.

They each turned and smiled at the camera. Some waved as children to when
being filmed. Anthony could see they all still had their milk teeth. No
sign of teeth loss yet.

That made his cock all the harder and he continued to fuck Saunders
hard. Fr. Paul was looking over his shoulder at the screen, while he
powered fucked Saunders face.

The sexual tension in the room was palpable. Anthony was so glad he had
gone along with Dr. Phelps' suggestion.

The good Dr. was now naked except for his shirt. The images on the screen
were reflective in his expensive glasses.

He was fisting his dick while sucking PC Harden's surprisingly huge
dick. The young constable was shouting obscenities he was very verbal.

As the video played Robinson wanked with one hand while he fingered the
pink rosebud of PC Harden's hole with the other. Two lubed fingers were
being shoved in and out and the young cop was loving it.

'I wish we had one of those lads here' Harden said.

There were grunts and growls of agreement.

'We can arrange than soon.' Saunders said, taking his mouth off Fr. Peter's
dick for a moment before taking it back in again.

The coach of the under 8 team was now addressing the boys.

He was wearing a jock strap, that bulged obscenely. Football socks up to
his knees. His football boots still on his feet. He was strongly
built. Buzz cut hair. A gang-boss face. His nose broken.

Anthony was he one of the lad's dads.

'Well done boys, you were a credit out there. You beat the others fair and
square with good clean play.' He moved towards the boys and his jock
covered dick and bollox was very close to a group of boys who were now
stripped to their underwear. Their briefs had football logos on them,
showing what big-time team they supported.

One of the boys put his hand on the big man's crotch and he pulled the boy
close to him. The little boy stroked the impressive hairy thigh of the
coach.

'Well done lads.' Another adult male voice said.

The camera swung around. A man in all black foot ball gear was standing
looking at the boys. With a soccer ball on his hip. A whistle hung around
his neck. The referee.

The camera swung back the coach and boys. The boy who had been stroking the
coaches hairy thigh now had one of his hands inside the jock and it was
clear from the impression of his tiny knuckle through the webbed material
of the pouch that his little hand was around the girth of the coach's dick.

The little boy sucked the thumb of his other hand.

The black clad referee came around behind the boy clearly not put out by
what was happening.

He put his hand on the outside of the coach's jock over the boy's hand and
was clearly teaching the boy how to massaged man cock. He liked to train
boys in their task. The coach and the referee frenched each other.

In the screening room the viewers had fallen silent and the only sounds
were the sounds of sex. Sucking. Kissing. Fucking sounds. All eyes were
riveted on the screen.

The image on the screen jumbled as clearly the referee took the camera. The
cameraman was clad only in royal blue speedos. As the camera was wrestled
from him his face came into view.

He called out. 'No face' and the referee lowered the camera so the man's
face could not now be seen but it was too late. The men in the viewing
room, other than the police who has seen the video before (many times),
gasped. It was the face of a footballer regarded as something of a national
icon. The very soul of respectability

Furthermore all the while he had been lovingly filming the coach, the boy
and ref one of the boys who had just come off the field had been rimming
the famous footballer's fuck hole. The boy was just the right height. The
man's speedos were down under his tight butt cheeks at the back and boy's
face was buried in the football field's famous star's arse crack. The huge
erection, barely contained in the speedos, showed he had been getting great
pleasure from the boy's lovely tongue and lips.

There were eleven boys on the team so for the three men that was 3 a bit
each but then another man came into the locker room.

'Well we beat the crap out of your boys today!' the coach of the victors
jeered.

'You did you fuckers, but I am here to help you out with your post-match
celebrations.' The guy was clearly the coach of the defeated team. He was
short and sinewy but has a real pussy-fucker look about him.

Already he was peeling off his shorts and was wearing unico boxer briefs
the pouch bulging with ripe cock, sweaty from his running about the field.

'OK.' He shouted. 'Which one of you boys wants a massage from your uncle
Tommy?'

A forest of hands shot up like they might in class when the boys were asked
a question they would like to answer.

'Let me see.' Tommy said. 'As he eyed each boy in turn the ref caught his
lustful looks on camera.

He selected a particularly petite boy. Dark sallow skin. Head of dark
brown, almost black curls. Lovely little brown nipples. Lean but not too
thin. He was still in his football nix.

'You'll do nicely.' Tommy leered. 'I have been wanting to get my hands on
this little boy whore all afternoon.'

'I know' the referee said. 'You were nearly drooling over him.'

'Well I am going to drool now, want to join me?' Tommy knew the referee
liked nothing more than to share fresh meat and this boy was about as fresh
as meat came.

'Fuck do you have to ask that ped if he wants to join you?'

The famous footballer was now bollock naked and sucking the cock of one of
the boys while two of the boys busied themselves at his nuts and cock. He
loved boys feasting on his famously hot body.

Married and known as a stud,It amazed all of the guys in the viewing room
that a guy who had been a hero to those of them that followed the sport was
actually a boy lover.

'He has turned up in some young cunt videos too' Saunders confirmed.

It was too much for Anthony he unloaded his huge bull balls into Saunders'
waiting anus with a ferocious orgasm and the Detective's arse hungrily
milked every last drop.

Anthony was already regretting he had cum.

'Don't worry Anthony this stuff is better than any viagra you will be ready
to shoot again in no time.' Dr. Phelps said with all his medical authority
as if reading Anthony's mind.


To be continued....