Date: Mon, 15 Apr 2002 20:57:49 -0700 From: bawdy pen Subject: ROVING REPORTER #6 (scat ws) ROVING REPORTER--Part 6 THE NEXT NIGHT'S SPECIAL "Hey, guys, come on in! Bar's in the back." "How they hangin', Sarge?" "Bout as low as you can bend, Phillips! You still pluggin' that twist in the steno pool?" "Every Tuesday. Here, I brought a bag of Ice." "Wha? You don' think I gotta refrijagator?" "No, dummy...ICE. Dope from the evidence cabinet. Jap stuff." "Good shit," another remarked. "We confiscated it last night in the park. Really puts a bone in your boner!" "What you got rigged up in the other room, there, Sarge?" the third man asked. "What the hell! Toilet seats with naked guys under 'em?!" "Dem? Ah, doz are some shit-eaters we picked up in a toilet in Queens doin' filthy things wit some young boys. Kids wasn't complaining, so's we told 'em to git home and keep der butts outta fruits' faces. Told deze guys we'd let 'em go if they'd service at our party." "What kind of service? Oh, fuck! You don't mean...?!" "Sure. No big deal." He waved his hand. "Dey fuckin' love it, doz two! You git da urge, go in an' pick a seat. Ya shit on one guy's face, den move over to da udder one and getchur butthole licked off!" "How come the seats are turned around backwards?" "Whadda you tink, you dumb fuck? So we don' hafta look between yur legs to see ya take a dump an' watch yur turds hittin' 'em in da face!" "Sure gonna get smelly in there!" "Who gives a fuck? We smell our own shit all da time, don't we? Don' you tink it's worth it?" "I guess. Sure is wild, Sarge! You always come up with something bizarre. Punishin' fags like this might be fun!" "Heh! Punishin' 'em? Dem fruits're gonna be in turd heaven gettin' lotsa hot cop shit ta lick! But lissen...dis is all good clean fun. If you tinks you might have da runs, please don't partake of da entertainment. We don' wanna piss the guys off. We might want 'em to come back some time." They all laughed. "Hey, Sarge? What about pissing? We all piss when we shit. Do they want us to piss on 'em too?" "Hell, I don' know. Go ahead. Dere's lotsa plastic under 'em. Stick yur dick between yur legs an' piss in der mouths! Don't matter. We got 'em handcuffed down there, anyways." "Why? I thought they agreed to it." "Well...dey kinda did." "Yeah," Sargeant Grusha's housemate, Lieutenant Borden, approached, "after you promised them there'd be a couple of boys at the party. They weren't too happy about having a bunch of cops shit on 'em!" "Ah, fuck 'em! If dey get too prissy, I'll call over my nephew. Tink da kid's a little fruit anyway. Got kicked outta gym class fur fiddlin' round in the showers!" "You talking about Butchie, the kid you used to bring into the station once in a while? Hell, call him now. I'll let him fiddle with me! Vice was always good duty. Fags give the best blowjobs!" "Ssssh," warned Phillips. "You're talkin' about the Sarge's nephew!" "Oh. Yeah. Sorry, Sarge." "Whadda I look like, his mudder? Kid wants ta suck cock, ain't no skin offa my ass. Better not catch 'im in the toilets, though. Bust my career...a scandal like dat! I wanna make Chief some day." "I'm sure you will, Sarge. Did you invite the Mayor tonight?" He laughed uproariously. "Gee, you tink I shoulda?" He asked seriously. They all broke up in gales of laugh--ter that the man couldn't understand. "Why not? Mayor's gotta shit too, don't he?" "Didja get us any hookers this time, Sarge?" "Naw, got some pornos playing in da back room, though, and I did invite Brewer, that new gay cop on the force. Maybe he'll let us plug his ass, whadda you tink?" "Long as he don't wanna go 'turnabout's fair play'! I seen Brewer in the locker room, He's packin' a gun bigger'n his friggin' pistol!" "Yeah, seems the fruits always get the big ones. God's little joke on the rest of us!" "Guess they gotta be big n' strong to do all that fudge packin'!" "Tonight ain't a night fur packin'...it's a night fur dumpin'!" "Well, let's get a drink and some of that dope!" LATER "HEY, SARGE! You know what's going on in the dining room?!!" "Ah, Brewer, how're youse doin'? Sure I know what's goin' on. I set it up. Couple of frui...guys're dining on what they like best--shit!" "So how come they're handcuffed if they're so willing?" "Dey asked for it. Said if they wuz gonna eat cop shit, dey'd git a bigger charge out of it if they wuz forced! Ask 'em! I told 'em we had a gay cop of the force and dey said dey wanted your shit more'n anybody else's! Ever shit on a guy, Brewer? Betcha done it a couple of times, hunh?" "NO! OF COURSE NOT!" "Aw, come on. I know youse guys're always tonguin' buttholes. I ain't meanin' no disrespect, or nuthin' like that, but don't youse guys do yur butt-fuckin' den lick off da cocks?" "No we don't! And we don't rim for shit, Sarge! It...it just feels good. We're not all like those creeps." "Now, now. Let's not be der judge n' jury, Brewer. Ever'body jacks off to a dif'rent drummer, right? Hey, have ya tried the Ice, yet?" "Uh, yeah, just a little while ago. Boy, it's sure making me sweat. I think I'm just coming on to it. You sure those guys are alright?" "Fuck yeah. Come on, look. See? Doze guys're in turd heaven! Oooh, dere's Phillips takin' a real big crap! Lookit dat, willya? Guy's got 'is tongue out and all. Maybe youse guys don't do dat shit all da time, but dez guys DO! See dere? He's moving over to da udder seat, gettin' all da hot shit licked offa his ass! Friggin' little shit's got his tongue shoved all da way up Phillips' craphole!" "Yeah," Brewer absentmindedly stroked his rising pecker, "guess he is enjoying that, isn't he? Fuckin' dope's turning me on. I'd better get out of here!" "Why, fur chrissakes?" "I...I can't do anything here...being so new to the force and with my position..." "Lemme talk at yah sincere," the Sarge put his arm around Brewer. "We all know yur a fruit, Brewer. You suck cock, so what? We all like ya...you're a good cop. Y'can letchur hair down, so ta speak. We like ta get rowdy at dez bashes, so if ya wanna do somethin'...go ahead." He poked him in the ribs. "Hell, dere's lotsa cops here dat'll letcha fiddle in der jeans if ya want! You can set up shop in da livin' room and give blowjobs if ya want! What with this strong dope, and da movies in da back room, dez guys're gonna start jackin' each udder off before too long. Believe me, I've seen it happen before! Dis is outta da office, see? We don' hold nuthin' against a guy fur whatever he does at our parties. So have some fun, kid. I'm gonna go in n' take a big shit here in a coupla minutes, myself." "Umm, you mind if I watch, Sarge?" "Fuck no, kid! Get right down dere n' smell along witchur buddies!" "Hey, guys! Man, is this stuff wild! What's up?" "You ain't feelin' no pain, are ya, Capshaw?" "Fuck no, but those movies are puttin' me on the rail something fierce! Wish we had a whore." "Well, I'm ready ta go shit on da turdboys, and Brewer wants ta watch." Brewer blushed furiously. "Yeah? Dig that action, hunh, Brewer?" "No, I...I've never even seen it before." "Say, Capshaw. You was remarkin' earlier 'bout how big Brewer's cock is...maybe youse guys oughta get together!" "I...I...." It was Capshaw's turn to blush. "I just mentioned it, Sarge. Didn't mean nothing." "Well, I seen ya jack pricks before. I'm sure Brewer'd love ta blow ya while you play wid his prick. Come on, youse guys can lay down and fiddle wid each other while I take a big dump!" "Sounds alright with me. My balls're stuffed and ready to detonate! What'da you say, Brewer? I wouldn't mind wrappin' my hand around that big pecker of yours for a while. Ever licked a copknob?" "Jeez, no. I always figured to keep from messin' with guys I work with. I like my job, and I want to keep it." "Aw, you don't have to worry about that. Here, I'll prove it." He let out a big yell that rang throughout the house. "HEY! ANYBODY GONNA HOLD IT AGAINST BREWER IF HE SUCKS A LITTLE COCK?" "NO!" was heard from several, amidst some laughter and giggles. "A LITTLE COCK? MUST BE YOURS, CAPSHAW!" "IF I HOLD IT AGAINST HIM, WILL HE PLAY WITH IT?" "I'LL HOLD IT AGAINST HIS LIPS!" "Well," Capshaw smiled, "there you are. These guys don't give a shit what you do. Hell, they'll probably all gather around to watch you in action!" "But, I thought cops were always worried about a gay cop covering their ass in the field," Brewer said. "You got it wrong, Brewer," a tall, younger cop entered the room. "Those dumb cops aren't worried about you covering their ass...they're worried about you feeling their ass! Long as you don't go putting your hand down the back of their pants...without an invite...you'll get along just fine. Personally, I'll let ya feel my ass, long as you don't try stickin' nothing longer than a finger up there!" "MERCY, DONNIGAN!" Capshaw kidded him. "You never told me you wanted to play butthole games." "Gee, Capshaw, you never told me you wanted to worm your finger up my shithole!" He laughed. "Besides, you weren't offering blowjobs!" "Well, you never..." "Hey, guys, I never said I was 'offering blowjobs'!" Brewer cried. The whole room fell silent. "How much did he have?" another cop entered, wearing only his boxer shorts. Two others, similarly attired, followed him into the room. They both had obvious boners in their pants, and they stood side-by-side unashamedly fondling the other's crotch. They stood there with mische- vious smirks. Then they dropped their shorts and grabbed each other's peckers again. "Plenty," Capshaw grinned. "Couple more minutes oughta do it." He dropped his pants and jockeys and raised up, showing off a very impressive erection! The others followed suit, until everyone in the room was stripping off, and others were coming from the rest of the house. Brewer stared aghast. He slowly turned--fear in his eyes--seeing all the cops getting naked. "OH, MY GOD! Y-you guys p-planning on g-gang b-banging me?!! YOU MUTHER- FUCKERS!" He curled his fists for action. "Hey, hold your water, buddy!" Capshaw put his arm around Brewer and reached down and cupped his crotch, playing with his dick. "You're jumping to the wrong conclusion. We're not bull-shittin' you. Okay, we did kinda make sure you got good and doped up...but that's just cause we figured you'd need something to loosen you up. We knew you'd be a little nervous, and we really want to see you get wild. Cause we do. Hell, look around. Sarge has got his pants off and he's sitting down on the seat. He ain't even paying attention to us. He's about to take a crap on those guys! We just didn't want you to be a wet blanket, see?" "Sure," Donnigan came up on the other side of him and also copped a feel. He spoke while he worked at Brewer's belt and zipper. "You don't hafta do anything you don't want to. We're straight, but we dig messin' with each other. We can't do that having you standing around all uptight, can we? Besides, Capshaw's not the only one that's noticed that huge hang of yours. We all wanna get a look at it up and stiff!" He suddenly wrenched Brewer's pants down. Brewer instinctively bent to pull them back up, but Capshaw grabbed him under the armpits and kept him upright. He struggled half-heartedly, thinking about kicking, but quickly discarded that. He didn't really think he was in trouble, and was sure of it when the remarks started coming. "WOW! What a beaut!" "Fuckin-A, man...look at that cock!" "Shit, I'll jack him off." "Fuck! Now I know why that Assistant DA left his wife last year and ran off with the pool boy!" "I love my wife too much to leave, but I wish she had one of them!" Then Brewer realized something. With the exception of the stocky Sergeant, who was throwing this shindig, all of the cops invited were either gorgeous, or certainly quite acceptable to a cocksucker who was as horny as he was at the moment! The Ice was really getting to him, now, and his prick started to rise amidst the compliments. "Toldja da fruits always got da big ones!" the Sarge cried, sitting on the toilet seat and squirming around to get comfortable. "Now youse guys gonna flap yur lips, or watch me shit?" Capshaw stroked Brewer's stiffening 11-incher and spoke into his ear. "You hot enough to stop fidgeting? Come on, let's watch some nasty shit-licking!" "Oh, okay," Brewer agreed, quietly moaning at the fantastic feel of Capshaw's hand stroking his long shaft. They broke apart, but as he turned to get on the floor to watch the shitting, Donnigan took hold of him. "Go...go ahead and watch, man. I just gotta get a feel of this big thing now that it's hard. I've never seen one this big!" He played with the long schlong, while Brewer sat and someone helped him out of his pants and shirt. "Youse guys ready for some big, smelly turds?" the Sarge asked the guys under the toilet seats. "BOUT TIME SOMEBODY SHIT SOME BIG ONES!" one of the shit-eaters cried. "THOUGHT ALL YOU COPS WERE FULL OF SHIT!" "All cops are fulla shit, buckos!" Sarge assured them. "You'll find that out. But before da night's over, youse guys're gonna be full of it!" Sitting down, now, next to Capshaw, Brewer reached over and felt the man's cock. It was a sturdy 8-incher that was just right for sucking. Brewer was proud of his massive endowment, and enjoyed the attention it brought him, but when it came to his partners he much preferred something easier to handle. He liked to deep-throat a guy, and often felt sorry for guys who were going down on him...and the frustration they experienced at not being able to take him to the balls. They sat there, jacking each other, while the rest of the naked group readied for the show while unashamedly fiddling with whoever was close. "Oh, Chuckie, look at the asshole on this guy!" the shit-eater looked up at the Sarge's butthole. "Whadja expect, Jerry? Cops're almost ALL asshole! 95% asshole, 4% piss, and 1% dick. They keep slobbering over some fag cop's prick back there, but we ain't see it yet! Betcha he's too prissy to shit for us, hunh? All this smelly cop shit we gotta put up with tonight, and I'll bet we don't even get a little peek at a luscious fag turd!" "HOLY FUCK! Willya look at this gigantic asshole opening up?! Man! That fucker's gonna bust my nose when it falls outta there!" "Open your mouth then Jerry...quick! You know you love chokin' on a big fat one!" "Yeah, I sure do! COME ON, YOU FAT-ASSED COP...SHIT THAT FUCKER OUTTA THERE! WE GOTTA LOT OF TURDS TO LICK TONIGHT, AND YOU'RE HOGGING THE SEAT!" Sarge chuckled and pressed down. His anus expanded widely and he dropped a short, fat, stinky one on the guy's face. It fell to the side after sliding across his out- thrust tongue, but was soon followed by more shit that literally fell apart after breaching the opening. Like hard little rocks, his shit separated and fell like hail. Jerry had his mouth open, and managed to catch several of them. Some he swallowed whole...others he retained in his mouth to suck on. "Damn!" Chuckie cried. "That doesn't give me anything to lick! He shit so clean it hardly touched his asshole!" "Here," Donnigan reached into the pit and grabbed a few of the Sarge's pebbles. He put them to Chuckie's mouth and dropped them in. "Mmmm, yummy! But come on, let's get a hot cop up here on my seat. Somebody with a squishy turd I don't have to break my jaw on." "Guys gotta sense of humor, don't they?" Capshaw remarked to Brewer. "Yeah, but...they really like shit, don't they? Damn!" "Yep," Capshaw said with a smirk, as if something else was going on. Donnigan, who was sitting on the other side of him, cried out. "Hey, anybody g-gotta soft turd for the g-guy? Come on, fellas, let's keep the show g-going. Aaah!" Surprised at Donnigan's sudden gasp, and seeing that the man was now smiling, Brewer slowly peeked behind him. He was amazed to see that Capshaw's right hand was resting under Donnigan's buttocks, and the movement suggested quite lewdly that he was driving a finger or two up the cop's butthole! Brewer returned his surprised stare to Capshaw's face. Capshaw smiled and leaned toward him. "You ain't the only one getting horny, fella! I'm finger-fuckin' Donnigan and he's lovin' it. This Ice is too much! I got two fingers up his asshole and he keeps squirm- ing down on 'em. There's no telling what might happen if we all end up getting even higher!" Brewer whispered in his ear. "I know all about guys' assholes. Start moving them around in circles. He'll get so fidgety and loose he'll probably beg you to fuck him!" "I heard that, Brewer!" Donnigan hissed, "Tell ya what. You come over here and scoot your ass back n' sit on my prick, and I'll let Capshaw stick it in me." "Whatsa matter, Donnigan," Brewer chuckled, "butch cop don't wanna be seen getting his ass plugged unless he's doin' it to some other guy? Don't kid an old pro. Those fingers up your hole already got you fired up enough to get stuffed...even without me. Have some more dope, Donnigan, and you'll soon be ready to take on the whole force!" "That how it happens, Brewer? How many nightsticks have you had shoved in there? Sounds like you're the one don't wanna be seen getting fucked. Don't matter to me. You're right, I'm ready to try it. You too chicken to even lick his dick and get it wet for me?" "It's going up your ass, Donnigan. Shouldn't you be licking it?" Capshaw let out a sigh. "Fuck you guys, I'll lick it myself!" He arched his back and bent over until he was able to lick on his own peckerhead! Everybody gasped and urged him on. "FUCK! A guy that c'n lick his own prick!" "Man, wish I could do that!" "Jeez! Betcha blow yurself all the time, doncha Capshaw!" Capshaw moaned as he licked his knob, then sat back with a proud grin on his face. "Yep! Eat your hearts out!" "Shit!" "Well, can't really blow it. But I've sure slopped a lot of squirtin' cum in my mouth! Ain't half bad, either. Might even try another guy's load tonight...what the hell!" "Whew! Pull your hand outta my ass. Lay back, I'm ready to sit on that fucker!" Donnigan straddled Capshaw and unashamedly worked his hole over the wet knob and quickly sank down on it with a gasp. "I'd say da Ice has been broken!" Sarge laughed. "Anything goes. Ain't somebody gonna take another shit? Dese guys're da hit for me. I c'n see fuckin' n' suckin' any time. Les see some more turds!" Marlowe and Kipps, the two patrolmen who first came into the room fondling each other in their boxers, were avidly watching Donnigan enjoying the prick thrusting up his asshole. "Well, how is it?" Kipps asked him. "UNGH! Rookie...I'd say the fags have had something good going for a long time...and we've been ignoring it! Man, that meat feels good up my keester! Yeah, pump it just like that, Cappy. Real deep!" Kipps and Marlowe went into a whispering huddle. "You think..." "Yeah, but..." "Me, too..." "We could..." "OK." "W-we decided to try fucking each other," Marlowe blurted. "Well, ho de lo! Big fuckin surprise!" the Sarge laughed. "Hey, come on, Sarge! We don't mess with each other 'cept at one of your parties. But you told us to come with our asses full, so we gotta get rid of it all before we can fuck. So, here's your treat! We're both gonna shit at the same time." "HOT DAMN, ROOKIE TURDS! Youse shit-lickers're gonna love dese ones! Leastways, I suppose ya likes 'em young 'n saucy." Brewer had finally started to suck on Donnigan's prick, but even he turned around to witness the double shitting. Capshaw and Donnigan bounced together so they could move sideways to see. All eyes were glued to the two turds hanging from the cop assholes. The guys underneath had their mouths pleasantly stuffed! The smell wasn't overpowering, but Brewer was amazed that these supposedly straight cops didn't mind it, and were getting so much enjoyment out of the 'hole' thing. The sounds of shit-slurping permeated the room, along with the squishy sounds of cocks being sluiced up and down. And, of course, the squishy sounds of Donnigan's anus sliding happily over Capshaw's rigid shaft. Donnigan was really having a time of it! "Damn," he cried, looking around at the shit viewers, "you oughta see the look in your eyes, fellas! Pass more dope around and some of you are gonna get down and help those guys out!" Phillips sat over to the side, jerking his prick. "Sure, Donnigan. We'll do that right about the time you start shoving your tongue up our assholes! On second thought, cancel that. The way you're digging that buggering I'd better not make any promises...you just might do it!" "Smart move, Phillips," Donnigan plunged his ass down. "I'd lick some smelly butts just to see you lick a turd!" "Oooh! Dere still slidin' dat shit out. Lookit dose guys go!" Sarge was up close, peeking under for a good look. "Did my ass look that good when I dumped? Gotta try it with a mirror some time." The turds fell out. Marlowe's anus throbbed open and closed a few times, then plopped out another little one. The guys let the shit fall to the side and leaned up to lick the holes clean. "Damn, that's tasty!" Jerry said. "Sure would like to fuck that fine ass of yours myself! How 'bout arresting me some time, Marlowe? I'll show you a good time!" "Just suck all the shit off my hole, punk. My partner's gonna give me all the good time I need!" "Figures. Listen, after he fucks you I'll suck his cock, OK?" "Me, too!" the other guy gushed. "I'll suck your prick, Marlowe." "Huh! Youse guys seem ta be a bigger hit den Donnigan gettin' his ass plowed. Where's Borden?" he called for his housemate. "Over here!" he cried out. He was spread out, back against the far wall. Two cops were licking his prick. "Ah ha! Lick his nuts...he likes that!" the Sarge cried, giving himself away. He tried to pass it off quickly. "M-most guys do!" But Phillips latched onto that immediately. "Sarge? That mean you and the lieutenant have been getting it on regular?" The Sarge just huffed and waved the idea off. But Borden was higher than a kite. "You guys fuckin' nuts or what? Why the hell do you think we have these parties? Sarge an' I have been lovers for years. He's a great cocksucker, let me tell ya! AND DON'T LET THAT LITTLE GAME WITH THE SHIT-EATERS FOOL YA, EITHER! Sarge likes to dabble around a little while I take a shit. He ain't like those guys, mind you, but he don't mind taking a little lick once in a while!" "You wasn't supposed to let on, Harold," the Sarge quietly reprimanded him. "Don't guess it much matters da way dese guys're suckin' n' fuckin'! Let's make it a hotter time for 'em, and show da fellas how much ya like ta drink piss!" Phillips smirked. "Lt. Borden's a piss-drinker? Hey, I always wanted to piss in a guy's mouth...especially one of my superiors! How 'bout it, uh...Harold? I gotta bladder full of hot piss." "Fuck, yeah! Why not? Guess I spilled the beans anyway." "Might not be too yellow, though. I been pissin' beer all night!" "That's even better," Borden said. "Don't like bitter piss...just a nice salty drink! Let's go in the potty so we don't get it all over." "NO! Come on over here and do it over us," one of the shackled guys suggested. "We'll take the drippings!" Phillips sat on one of the seats, while Borden strad- dled the other one and put his mouth down to Phillips' prick. Looking around at the other guys triumphantly, Phillips let loose and pissed in the guy's mouth. Whatever Borden couldn't handle...which wasn't much...dribbled down his shaft and balls to the lips of the guy underneath. Instead of this new admission disturbing the other cops, they seemed to feel that it only made the horny party looser. Except for one cop. "Hey! You guys know what this means? We've been getting down and dirty all these times for a couple of fag cops! We've been used!" Capshaw looked over at him. "So what, Nelson? You sucked me off at the last party and said it was kind of a kick. Quitchur gripin' and take your hand off of Briggs' pecker. Bring your hard prick over here. I'll return the favor if it'll soothe your sense of outrage." "Well....alright. Hey, you're not a secret fag, too, are you?" "No way, guy. Come on, lemme blow ya while I screw this hot asshole!" "Say, what about me?" Briggs cried. "Are you kidding?" Nelson looked back at him. "I don't hear you offering me a blowjob!" "I-I woulda...if you'd given me time." "Yeah? Well stick your face under my ass and lick my balls for me while he blows me." "OK, but don't get no ideas about me lickin' your ass!" "Did I say a word?" Nelson asked. "No, but..." Briggs crouched down behind Nelson and pulled his nuts back for a licking. He practically had to put his nose up Nelson's ass to get to them. He avoided touching it, but the hot aroma was impossible to miss. He didn't say anything, because unless Nelson had recently had his nose up his own ass, he wasn't aware of what Briggs was experiencing anyway. He hated to admit it to himself that he not only wasn't bothered by it...he rather enjoyed it in a perverse way. "Ah, suck me, Cappy! Suck me while Briggs licks my nuts and sniffs my butthole!" "HEY!" Briggs complained. "Give it up, buddy. You gotta have your nose in my ass!" "Well...just don't fart, OK? It stinks bad enough as it is!" "One way ta cover that, Briggs," the Sarge suggested, "lick all dat hot stink off!" "Com'ere, Sarge. YOU lick it off!" "Don't be a putz, Briggs. LICK HIS FUCKIN' ASSHOLE, YA PUSSY!" Admitting to himself that he was just as horny as the rest of them, Briggs went ahead and swabbed his tongue up his colleague's sweaty crack a couple of times before returning to his balls. He licked the nuts, but found himself savoring the taste of the guy's grungy butt. He was amazed at how intoxicating the smell and flavor of another man's rectal hole could be! Suddenly, the balls were ripped from his mouth as Nelson started to pound into Capshaw's face. "AW, SUCKIT, SUCKIT, SUCKIT!" He flooded Capshaw's mouth with hot bolts of creamy jizz. Briggs sat back, stroking his meat and watching the ass flex in orgasm. "HEY, GUYS, HOW 'BOUT SOME TURDS OVER HERE!" a slave cried out. "Oh, yeah, me!" Nelson whipped his cock from Capshaw's mouth. "Uh, suddenly I gotta go real bad!" He hopped up and plopped his ass down on one of the seats. Instantly, a long, dark turd shot from his anus as he let out a cry of relief! It fell across a pair of hungry lips. The guy managed to get a couple of licks in before it fell aside. "Damn! That's why you smelled so bad!" Briggs acted furious. "Didn't stop you from licking me, did it?" Nelson laughed. "See if he'll lick you now!" Phillips chuckled as he sprawled back against the wall getting a blowjob from one of the horny rookies, who also had his eyes glued to the man's turd dump. "Thanks, but I'm gettin' well licked-out right now!" Nelson squirmed his ass on the other seat, relishing the tongue slurping out the dirty shit from his asshole. "Mmmm, clean me out you silver-tongued devil!" "Weren't you the one complaining a few moments ago about how we were all being used?" Briggs asked. "I never said I didn't enjoy the fun. I just didn't know we were doing it for fags. Fuck it...it don't matter. They know how to have a good time, that's for sure. Cummin' & shittin' & pissin' all over the place! I was gonna jack ya, Briggs, but takin' that shit's got me all turned on again. Might as well blow ya...everybody else is sucking cock around here!" He crawled between Briggs' legs and grabbed his cock. Then he began to lick up and down the shaft before sliding his lips over the knob and sucking it. All the time he kept looking up at the amused smirk on his brother officer's face. Sarge was on his knees, watching the cock plunging in and out of Donnigan's stretched anus. Donnigan spread his legs wider apart. "Go ahead, Sarge. Don't drool all over the place. Get down there and lick it if you want!" Capshaw spread his legs too. "Yeah, go on, Sarge. Lots to lick down there. He sure is a squishy fuck! Must be lotsa juice on my prick and balls. Who's the nastiest, you or Borden? One of you want to pull my cock out of his ass and suck on it? Just be sure to put it back in. I intend to shoot blast a gallon of jizz up his hot insides." "Jus' keep fucking, I'll lick it as it is," the Sarge replied. "Besides, Borden's busy suckin' on da fruit's rectum over dere!" He bent his face down and licked all up and down Capshaw's greasy prick as it thrust in and out of Donnigan's loose anus. He also licked on both their ball- sacks, and even managed to twist his tongue up Capshaw's hole a little ways after the man hiked his legs up to expose his asshole. What he'd said about Borden was true. He was bent over Brewer and was sucking on his hole like crazy! Borden liked drinking piss and sucking assholes. He didn't much care if a guy was straight or a raving cocksucker. Right now, he was rimming the hell out of a raving cocksucker, because Brewer was busy blowing any cop that wanted to stick his cock in his mouth. He'd already drained three pricks, and another one was now underneath him, sucking him off in a 69 while watching Borden tongue-fuck his faggy asshole! And that guy was relishing the view--wondering how many big cocks Brewer had ever had stuffed in there--and having a tingling experience at blowing a true cocksucker. He worked that prick as best he could, getting a perverse pleasure at showing Brewer that he could do it as good as any fag around! ("Fuckin' Ice! Makes me wanna taste the queer cream from his fruity cock!") Sarge was licking away, listening to the moans and cries of both Donnigan and Capshaw. Donnigan rested back on Capshaw, shooting ropes of sperm over his own chest and chin. Capshaw's cock was coming out of the ass coated with a thick layer of white juice--juice he was squirting up the cop's asshole to overflowing! Sarge was lapping it up. Capshaw layed there, exhausted. "Go ahead, Sarge. Yank it out and clean it off for me!" Sarge grabbed it just as Donnigan squeezed his anus and popped the sucker right out in the Sarge's face. It was gooey and stunk...but Sarge put it in his mouth and licked it off. Then, before Donnigan could get up, he shoved his face into his crack and began to suck the rest of the cream from his hole! "SUCK ME OUT, SARGE! OOOH! SUCK ALL THAT NASTY COCK CREAM OUT OF MY HOLE...AND ANTHING ELSE YOU FIND YOU LIKE!" Sarge obeyed quite willingly. "LOOK, FELLAS! SARGE 1S SUCKIN' OUT MY SHITHOLE! BORDEN'S SUCKIN' A SHITHOLE! JEEZ, EVERYBODY'S SUCKIN' SHIT- HOLES AROUND HERE!" Kipps, who'd shit earlier, backed himself over Donnigan's face and squatted down, grabbing him by the hair and pulling his face to his ass. "Well, don't be left out, Donnigan. SUCK ON MINE! You watched me take a shit, now lick my shithole!" Knowing Kipps had been thoroughly cleaned out by one of the shitlickers, Donnigan allowed himself to be abused. Besides, he wanted to lick some guy's butt, and this clean one was perfect. He wiped his tongue all around, and dug inside the gaping hole. He got a little surprise, though-- an unmistakable lingering taste of the guy's shit. He licked into his rectum anyway, still delirious from his fantastic come! Because of time, we can't show you the rest of the evening. It's much too long. But let me summarize the tail- end of the evening. After taking more of the powerful dope, the cops sucked, fucked, and rimmed with abandon. Phillips ended up rimming the Sarge while the Sarge pissed in Borden's mouth. Brewer got fucked by four cops, in all, then had his asshole rimmed out by Nelson. Briggs took a shit for all to see. And the two shit-lickers put on a show by simultaneously shitting in each other's open mouths! Carrying whatever part of the turds they hadn't eaten, they were led into the bathroom and put into the tub together. There, every cop gathered around and pissed on them while they finished munching on the turds! Perhaps we'll show some of those highlights on our upcoming Anniversary Special! But we do have this little clip to round out the show. (To be continued)