Date: Mon, 17 Dec 2012 23:22:40 +0100 From: El Greco 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....