Date: Sun, 27 Aug 2006 08:27:48 +0100
From: Richard Fellowes <portalmondmoi@hotmail.co.uk>
Subject: My Mate, The Policeman (scat)

Uniforms aren't exactly an unusual fetish among poufs, and I can date a
particular fantasy of mine about policemen from when I was eighteen.  My
car had been slightly damaged by another car, and a policeman got in my car
and sat in the passenger seat, to take the details.  He was a hunk.  I seem
to remember he might even have had a Scottish accent!  I melted with lust,
but try as I might, I couldn't get him to act unprofessionally.  Anyway,
from that time on, I had a fantasy of a policeman wearing just shirt and
uniform jacket sitting on my face.  It had to be a real policeman, I'm not
interested in dressing up.  So I was quite prepared for my fantasy to
remain just that.

A couple of years ago I moved to a new teaching job in a pleasant county
town.  The gay scene was dire, and my sex life was non-existent.  I had
some friends dotted about, and the other staff were very pleasant, so I had
some social life.  Because I was a teacher, I was eligible for a
Development Corporation house, which turned out to be really nice.  It is
fairly new, two-bedroomed, centrally heated.  The internal walls are paper
thin, but I don't hear a thing from the neighbours.  I hope it's mutual.
Teaching, by the way, bores the tits off me.  The whole system is absolute
crap, and I don't happen to like children.  Until such time as I or someone
else comes up with a better idea, though, I'm stuck with it.

I don't mind parents evening though.  I teach young children, so the
parents tend to be young, and sometimes there's a pretty daddy to look at.
Last year I got to meet the parents of one of my snotty boring kids, they
were both nice, but he was dreamsville in a mature sort of Harrison Ford
way.  I made sure he was well and truly included in the rubbish I was
spouting about their kid, winning smile, flutter of the eyelids etc etc.

A bit later, I was queuing for a cup of what they laughing call coffee
provided by the Parent Teachers Association.  Who should come up behind me
but Mr HF himself.  I was all smiles, he was all smiles.  Had I been at the
school long, where was I living, how was I getting on.  I was able to tell
him what I really think about where I was living, it's great.  Nice houses,
well landscaped, and if there were going to be problems with the local
kids, they hadn't got old enough yet to cause trouble.  He said he must
come round sometime and have a look.  Sorry?  What did he just say?  I
don't know why you're saying this darling, thought I, but I'm not going to
waste it.  When? I asked.  He looked at me very intently, but I hadn't a
clue of what was going on behind that look.  Tomorrow?  You're on, said I.

About five, he asked.  Fine, said I.

So, the next day, about five, a car pulls up, out gets hunk, wearing navy
blue sweater, rather uniform-looking navy trousers and big black shoes.  He
comes to the door.  You look like a policeman, I said, laughing.  I am,
said he.  Bloody hell! say I, I had no idea.  No one at school told me you
were.  Well, I am, said he, do you mind?  I think it's fantastic, said I,
I'm not sure I can quite believe it.

We had a mug of tea.  He asked me if I was married.  Don't be daft, said I,
do I look like the marrying kind?  Yes, well, perhaps not, said he.  As
`one of those' then, what sort of things did I get up to? he asked.  I told
him about sucking, fucking and wanking, when I get the chance, I added.  He
said he'd like to try all that.  Well, that's what I thought he was going
to get round to, but it was still a shock when it happened.  You're married
and you're a policeman, said I.  Yes, and you're a teacher and you're
teaching my son, said he.  We're both in a bit of a difficult situation.
Anyway, I think you're very good looking.  And I think you're fucking
gorgeous, said I.

Well, I think I'll draw a heavy veil over the rest of that scene.  He had
to get back to `the wife', and we arranged another meeting.

In the intervening months, we've seen quite a bit of each other.  With the
hours he works, plus family commitments we don't meet as often as I would
like.  But I'm in the opposite situation, and usually don't need much
notice for meeting.  He is great fun, we laugh a lot, even though we
haven't got lots in common.  He certainly was eager to find out about gay
sex, and that does, I suppose provide a bond.  He likes to dominate a
little, and I can put up with that!  Sex with his wife is very
straightforward, so it really was a new world for him.  He loved exploring
cock sucking, and gradually I started being more adventurous with his arse,
and got him to be more adventurous with mine.  Being fucked by him for the
first time was mind-blowing, and I think he agreed.  I got us used to
feeling each other's arse holes, and pushing a finger in.  Yes, he liked
that!  It was then I told him about my fantasy.  Needless to say, he had
never thought of sitting on anyone's face, and it had never occurred to him
that licking arses was sexy.  Was I sure? he asked.  Boy, was I sure!  I
explained that the new uniforms were no good at all, and what I wanted was
a proper policeman's helmet and uniform jacket.  He'd see what he could do,
said he.

So, a few of months ago, he turned up in full gear, with a coat over it so
as not to frighten the neighbours, and carrying a helmet.  He came in, and
took off the coat.  We went upstairs into the spare room.  He put down the
helmet, sat on the bed and took off his boots.  Then he stood in front of
me and I undid his trousers.  Down they came.  I buried my face in his
underpants briefly, then got those down.  He stepped out of trousers and
pants.  I lay on the floor.  He stood over me, one foot either side my
face.  I looked up at that glorious sight.  A bit like looking up at
Michelangelo's David, only this was for real, and hairy.  He squatted down.
How's that, he said.  No reply, except groans of ecstasy.  This was really
happening, I really was licking the arse hole of a real policeman in a real
uniform.  It was faintly spicy, but otherwise clean.  I was wanking myself,
and very soon came.  You obviously enjoyed that, he said, continuing to
move his arse around over my face.  I carried on licking, and trying to get
my tongue up his hole.  I guessed he was wanking himself.  There were a few
groans from up there, and then I felt his cum on my chest.  He got up, and
took of the jacket and shirt, and got down again beside me.  We kissed as
our hands felt for our cum, mixing it up, rubbing it over my body.  He
sniffed my lips.  Well, that's a first, he said.  So you liked being
rimmed, as well, I said.  Yes I did, said he.  I'd like to try it with you
next time.

Next time was a non-uniform event.  He quickly got down on the floor, and I
sat on him.  Nice? I asked.  Mmmmm, he said.  After a while we exchanged
places.  While in position, he let out a fart.  He apologised, how
embarrassing, he said.  Not at all, said I, I enjoy it.  Let me lick some
more.  He got back on my face, bent down and started to lick my cock and
balls, then explored between my legs, and we ended up 69 rimming.  After we
have wanked over each other, he looked at me very intently and said, when
you were licking my arse, it made me want to shit.  I should love that,
said I.  And while we're about it, I'd like you to piss on me as well.
Fucking Adas, he said.  Next time, said I.  Fucking hell, he said.

So next time, I'd bought some heavy plastic sheeting to cover the floor,
and over that I'd put a double sheet.  I bought some cheap pillows as well.
I even put a bucket in the room, in case we threw up.  Some people use the
bathroom for dirty sex, but personally I do not find bathrooms sexy.  He
was a bit hesitant about going through with it.  I said, let's just see
what happens.  If we don't like it, we can stop, can't we.  Thinks  please
like it!  He got over me again, and lowered his arse onto my face.  I
licked the day's smelly funk from around his hole, and started to push in
my tongue.  I heard him groan and grunt.  All of a sudden I felt the tip of
a turd emerging.  I went wild, groaning with pleasure as he pushed it out.
There I was with a policeman's turd sticking up from my mouth.  He got up,
aimed his cock at my chest, and started to piss.  He sprayed some on my
face and on his turd.  His cock rapidly swelled, and he wanked a few times
and splattered me with cum.  He then went over to the bed, and collapsed on
it, while I wanked myself off.  I put his turd to one side and went over to
the bed as well.  Come here, he said.  I lay on top of him, he put his arms
around me, and kissed me passionately, slobbering over his own turd scent.
After a bit, he said, this is getting a bit frightening.  I was determined
to jolly him along.  It all washes off, said I, it's only between
ourselves, etc etc.  Even so, he said.  After he had gone, I used his turd
again, some in my mouth and some on my cock for another wank.

Well, I was very relieved that when we did meet again, he seemed to have
come to terms with these sexual revelations, and was a more than willing
participant in filth.  Getting cleaned up afterwards posed a bit of a
problem.  He couldn't go back to the wife smelling of shit, but tomato
juice is reputed to be good for getting rid of the stink, so I now keep a
carton or two handy.  Also questions could be asked about the old uniform,
so, although it was more exciting if he actually arrived in it, reluctantly
we decided it better live here.  I also bought him some spare trousers,
just in case the ones he arrived in got `soiled' and he keeps a couple of
his briefs here.  And that brings us up to date.  I've got the room ready,
and I'm just waiting.

The door bell rings.  It's him.  Get up stairs, I'm fucking bursting, he
says.  We rush upstairs.  He pushes me to my knees and presses my head into
the crutch of his trousers.  I feel the hot and strong liquid welling
through the trousers, and let it flow over my tongue.  We then take his
trousers and pants off.  We kiss, cocks against cocks, he pisses some more,
and I start.  I get down again, and drink some of his.  He gets down and we
snog with it.  Give me some, he says.  I piss some into his mouth.  Again
we snog.  I'm gagging for his shit, I feel for his crack and put my finger
up his arse.  He replies by doing the same to me.  For ages we play by
loading up some shit on our fingers and feeding each other, kissing and
sharing it.  I'm going to shit on you, he says.  Get on the floor.  I lie
down on the wet sheet.  He squats over my chest, and grunts as he pushes
out the rest of his shit.  He turns round and squats again, rubbing his
cock and balls into his shit.  Me, me, me, I cry.  He goes on all fours
over me, rubbing my face in his dirty cock and balls, while I lick off the
shit.  He does this manoeuvre a few times.  Then scraping up a load in his
hand, he puts it in my mouth, and he clamps his mouth on mine, and we share
it.  I'm going to fuck you now, says he.  He moves back, coats his cock in
KY and shoves it in.  While he fucks me we look at each other and continue
to chew on his shit.  He grunts to a loud climax.  I shoot my cum over my
belly.  He falls on top of me, our mouths lock together again, and we feel
the shitty, cummy mess between us.  Shit out my cum, he says, putting his
hand under my arse.  He adds the gooey mess to the rest, and lays down
again on top of me.  The sensation is fantastic.  Eventually, it's time for
him to leave.  We go to the bathroom.  He cleans his teeth, I help him
shower, he gets dressed.  He gives me a parting kiss, followed by another
rinse of mouthwash!  Down the stairs he goes, front door slams, sound of
car driving away.  I go back to the room, and lie down again in the mess of
my lovely policeman's piss shit and cum, and drift off to sleep.



Please also see:

University Romance --Urination

Friday Afternoon With Dad - Incest