Date: Sun, 27 Aug 2006 08:27:48 +0100 From: Richard Fellowes 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