ONE BAD COP

By DannyR  (MMM/b, MM, oral, anal)
Copyright 2009.  All rights reserved.


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DISCLAIMER:  Some folks apparently have trouble distinguishing between fantasy and reality.  This story is a fantasy.  It didnt happen.  Never will.  And anyone who attempts to do in real life all or any of the things depicted in the story needs to be hanged, then drawn and quartered, and then turned over to the cops for the harshest penalties the law allows. After that, well, hopefully everything Law and Order and the news say is true about child molesters in prison, is really true.  Now that were clear on whats what, and whats not, read on.

SPECIAL NOTE:  This is another Rons World story that hes graciously allowed me to expand.  It was originally posted, with the same title, in 2002 at Mr. Double.  If you cum well (preferably often) to the story, you can thank me above, but please thank RW as well:  ronsworld4200 AT hotmail DOT com.


ONE BAD COP

Chapter 1

The barrel of my gun wasnt the only thing that was hard as I watched the social worker interview little Valentine in an interrogation room at police headquarters.  I shook my head in disgust.  How could a father allow his goddamn son to be named Valentine? That was just begging for trouble; even more so when the kid turned out as slender and effeminate as this one.  You know, maybe if his dad had started calling him Val when he was really young, like that actor guy, it might have helped make the kid not so faggy.  Except, well, Id always kind of had in the back of my mind that the actors wide mouth and plump lips were just made for cocksucking...so, maybe not.

Anyway, my partner and I had been assigned the investigation of Valentines rape.  We were watching the interview from behind a two way mirror.

The interview was designed to be a gentle way to get details from the little nine year old victim regarding the man who had lured him into a hotel room and raped him.  Valentine wasnt being very cooperative.

I dont understand! Valentine kept insisting.  He couldnt seem to grasp the idea that what had happened in that hotel room had been a crime.  What had happened to Valentine was by legal definition a rape.  This wasnt two hot little boys playing hide the fuck stick.  The fucking bastard (lucky fucking bastard was a thought I kept to myself) who had molested and raped him was old enough to be his father.  The problem was Valentine didnt seem to agree with the legal definition.  The man, by his description, had not hurt him and he had enjoyed the experience.  Just the type of victim I like.

Valentine is a local kid.  He had been at the hotel to visit with his aunt and uncle who were visiting from out of town.  The luxury hotel boasted a dynamite swimming pool with a water slide, so Valentine and his parents decided to take advantage of the fact that their relatives were guests at the hotel.  While the adults were lounging and drinking poolside Valentine disappeared.  He was missing for about three hours.

When Valentine came back to the pool under his own steam his parents and relatives were relieved until they discovered what had happened to their innocent little darling during his absence.  The police were called and Valentine was taken to the hospital for a rape exam.  Samples taken from his boy cunt...uh...his rectum...tested positive for semen.

Im a police detective and I work sex crimes.  Im an expert on sex crimes against children, which is kind of funny because I am also sexually attracted to underage boys.  I guess I have the perfect job.  I have unlimited access to all the kiddie porn I want, which I can view legally under the guise of research.

Do I feel guilty about my hidden sexual obsession?  Not really.  You see, I admit that Im what most people would define as a sexual deviant.  I take great comfort in the fact that most of the people I deal with in my work are a lot more deviant than I am.  I fantasize about having sex with minors and obsessively look at kiddie porn while jacking to a great cum.   I have a lot of it.  Since part of my job is to search the net for kiddie porn,  this is a no risk activity for me.  Well, not quite no risk.  Even though I have the ultimate excuse for my computer having many, many, many full-length videos, and short clips, and pics of boys of all ages, some of them far younger than little Valentine here, getting their boy cunts used and molested by men of all ages and dicks of all sizes, plus other things as well, I still have to walk a fine line.  Too many baby boy cunt getting fucked pics and my bosses might pick up on the fact of what I really am.  Too few vid clips of plump little white boys getting fucked long and hard, preferably by a nigger like me, and Im not satisfied.  On the other hand, I have been well satisfied for the five years since I started this job.

I also occasionally bang little boys, but Im very discreet and selective.

One of the best kept secrets of pedophilia is that not all of the victims are unwilling, although this fact is not very easy to ascertain.  Most boys, after they see the reaction of their parents and peers, quickly break under societal pressure and decide what happened to them was wrong.  Even if, while the wrong was happening, theyd been screaming in ecstasy, and flopping all over the place in dry cum after dry cum, and begging the dirty rotten boy fucker to fuck his kid cunt harder and faster and deeper.  My guess is that the more they enjoyed it, the greater the guilt for the ones weak enough to succumb and rat out the man whod pleasured their little boy holes so thoroughly, so well.

Valentine was resisting this pressure persistently.  I admired him for sticking to his guns.  I am very adept at hiding my sexual desire in public, but I was sorely tested in this case.  If I had been alone in that viewing room I would have probably whipped it out and whacked off right there.  My partner was there to keep me honest.  Jim doesnt know anything about my unholy desires.

I think.

Lately, though, Ive begun to wonder.  My public collection of kid porn is on a computer at the station for obvious reasons.  I know how to get around the in-house security that watches what I do online (well, fuck, big blue fucking brother watches what all of us do online), thanks to a tech who appreciates good Scotch.  No, make that fine, fucking expensive Scotch.  Naturally he couldnt be bribed with something like a Johnny Walker Green blended whiskey for a paltry $50.  Or some Evan Williams twenty-three year old bourbon at $350.  Nope, I shelled out $2500 for a forty year old Glenfiddich single malt.  The fucker.  

The rest of his bribe was easier.  He likes zoo pics and vids.  So from time to time I happen across horses and dogs fucking women, preferably (for him) with big tits, and he winds up with some personal jack off viewing he wouldnt otherwise have access to.  Sure, theres beast sites out there, but I can get him the good stuff.  The single malt of zoo.

Sure, sure, Ive got a legitimate reason to be going to all those kid porn sites, but I go to far more of them than anyone else around here really knows exists, with a far greater range of mind-fucking, kid-fucking perversions, so I like to check out the kid porn sites when I have a lead and my bosses and maybe even colleagues know about it.  They also know, and overlook the fact that I download some of the raunchiest damn adult porn anywhere, straight, gay, animals, S&M, you name it, Ive found it and downloaded it.  But when I want to get the really good boy cunt stuff, I need to be able to do so without anyone looking over my shoulder.

So with a few key strokes I can bypass the 1984 style spies who check up on us here at the station, and go to some sites that provide incredibly hot kid cunt pics and clips.  True, the vast majority of it is of little girls with dicks in their pussies or asses or mouths, or all three at once, and while that gets me hard and leaking, nothing does it for me like little boys being molested.  Especially by an authority figure.  Cop.  Fireman.  Teacher.  Priest.  And sometimes Id get really lucky and find some hot pics of a real daddy and son.  The ultimate fucking authority figure.

Anyway, I did a really nice thing for the other cops who wanted to...ah...research...issues related to pornography.  I set things up so each one has an account on the computer, with his own password, so that his research is completely private, and no one knows what he looks at.  The computer is, oddly enough, set up in a very small room at the end of a hall in the basement of the 27th precinct...inside another, larger room.  Which happens to have a door with hinges that squeal very loudly when its opened.  Loud enough for anyone at the computer to hear.  But no one has to frantically rush to finish up, or clean up or straighten up, the way you do if youre fucking or sucking in a public toilet and you hear that creaky outer door.  No one goes barging into the computer room if the door is shut.  On the wall next to the door is a small blackboard.  You write the time when you go in.  From 7 a.m. to 7 p.m. you get fifteen minutes.  From 7 p.m. to 7 a.m. you get a half hour.  Hey, theres a fucking lot of cops who want to research, ah, fucking.  And sucking.  And dildos and tit clamps and dogs, oh my.

If you arrive early in someones research...ah, shift...you can come back later, and risk someone else getting in ahead of you, or just wait and play with yourself, imagining what your brother cop is doing in there.  Although, hell, you sure as fuck know what hes doing.  Your imagination is more about what hes doing it to.  What pics hes looking at with the slideshow program.  What vids hes watching.  And if his research runs longer than it should, you can always let him know youre waiting, with a quiet knock on the door, or a fist pound and a politely half-shouted, Cmon, fucker, times up!

Naturally, if he comes back with Aw, man, hold on, Im almost done, you dont say anything.  Part of the code.  Do unto others and shit like that.  And when he leaves the room theres none of that eye-avoidance crap there was when the room was first set up.  As if by not meeting the eyes of the guy waiting his turn, somehow he wouldnt have any fucking clue as to what youd just been doing, and youd have no idea what he was about to do.  The number of cops who use that room is surprising, not just in this precinct, but beat cops, detectives, admin guys from all over the city who find excuses to come to this station, and wind up in the basement.  Of course, if any of them were questioned, theyd admit right up front that they got horny and they were jacking to some of the porn thats stored there.  Nothing wrong with that.  What they were using was all strictly adult, legal shit.  Their eyes would get wide and shocked to learn that there was kiddy porn on the same computer.  Oh, horrors.  Not something theyd ever, ever, ever do. That would be illegal.  And just plain wrong.

Right.

There may be a few that thats true about, but fuck, mostly its a guy who understands that hes what that Nifty writer called a right-hand pedo, a guy who gets hot and horny and leaking and loves to fucking jack to stories and pics and vids of little children getting used and abused and fucked royally, but doesnt do the kids in real life.  Youre embarrassed and a bit ashamed, especially when youre blowing a wad to a pic of a real little boy with dick in his mouth and his cunt, or a video of a nine year old white boy getting gang banged by a room full of nigger bucks with huge pricks.  But youre not encouraging the molesting of little boys in real life.  After all, you never buy the stuff.  But fuck! do you like it.  And youre positive the guy waiting his turn knows you just blew a wad over kiddy porn behind that closed door, and what the fuck, you just know hes going to do the same thing when the door closes behind him.  So you look each other right in the eyes.  Just another brotherly bond between cops, although this one isnt the kind of bond the general public knows about.

And you didnt have the risks in that room that youd have anywhere else.  Jack off to that vid of the four year old girl with her grampas dick in her cunt and her daddys dick in her ass and her teen brothers five inch cock in her mouth on your home computer, and you were headed for a long prison term.  But in the computer room it was safe; it was legal.  You were a cop, doing research for your job.

Completely safe, because no one ever knew what you really did in that room or what you did it to.

Except me.
	
	My dumb shit brothers in blue really thought I was just doing them a favor they could repay by the occasional extra beer or a clap on the back or shoulder squeeze for no apparent reason.  They actually believed that no one will know shit.  The reality is that fucking room is wired so that I can hook into it from just about any fucking computer and watch, real-fucking-time, just whats going on and whats on the computer screen while its happening.

Its pretty damn hot watching two straight cops take turns mouth fucking each other in their uniforms.  One sits in the battered metal folding chair, legs spread while the other kneels in front of him, giving a blowjob at first but then letting his brother hold his head so he can be roughly skull-fucked while the cop watching the screen spews obscenities and eventually spews spooge down his talented cocksuckers throat.  And theyre both careful to keep the dirty talk generic, and the sound off, because when its his turn to be sucked, one cop watches seven, eight, nine year old girls getting their pussies or mouths or asses fucked...and the other cop watches very young boys being brutally pussy fucked.  Preferably by cops in uniform.

Another favorite of mine is Officer Patrick Flanagan.  Mick name, dago blood.  Six four, two forty, short cropped black hair, a thick pelt of black hair on his chest and arms and knuckles, a black pube jungle around a dick of death. Square-jawed, icy black eyes.  Meanest motherfucker on the block or in the precinct, even though hes only twenty two.  And one of our two openly fag cops.  With those looks, and that cock, everyone knows hes  a macho top who probably rapes a guy a new asshole when he fucks.  A butch faggot top with that kind of meat is at least reasonably acceptable to the rank and file.

Except hes not.

When he uses the room he frequently carries his gym bag, like hes either come from a workout or hes heading there for a different kind of workout after his research.  Whatever gym stuff might be in there isnt the real reason for the bag.  Its the Jeff Stryker dildo and lube he carries.  He strips from the waist down, lubes his asshole, uses the suction cup on the end to attach that long, fat rubber dick to the back of the metal chair, or sometimes the seat, lubes it up, takes some hits off poppers and gets every fucking inch into his cunt.  Then he finds some pics or vids to jack to.  Most often its the one with a very young boy getting fucked by a long, thick dago dick.  Hard and fast and deep.  And the last time I happened to catch him and watch and jack from home, he surprised the fuck out of me with what he was saying as he fucked his cunt on that huge dildo and twisted a tit and jacked his meat before pumping out eight fucking huge spurts of man juice all over his hairy chest and abs.

He was clearly imagining himself as the boy  in the vid clip, not the man.  And he was begging Uncle Sean to fuck his little boy pussy, to abuse his tiny nephews hot little slut whore cunt, to use him like the cum dump cunt boy he is.  Uncle Sean?  As in Father fucking Sean Flanagan, the stud dago priest, about my age, over at St. Pius?  I mean, I know the church is still full of fucking pedo priests, whether theyre actually getting kid cunt right now or not, but Id never have pegged Fr. Flanagan as one.  Something else to investigate, especially since I knew he coached the soccer teams at the churchs elementary school and obviously had access to a whole fucking potential harem of little boys.

But still...there was Jim...and the issue of whether he really knew about me.  Or not.  He knew about the computer room.  Hell, were partners, so I told him what I was doing.  Even set up an account for him and told him what his password was, but he just grinned, and thanked me, and said he was getting everything he needed at home.  But a couple of weeks ago, hed started coming in at night and using the room.  It was straight adult porn at first, but gradually he started spending some of his time researching what else was available.  Which led him to the vids of men fucking young teen girls, although they were probably actually eighteen or older.  And then to the amateur vids where there was no way to hide the fact the girls were really that young.  And by degrees, he kept investigating the pics and clips of younger and younger and younger girls getting molested and enjoying the hell out of every dick stroke in any of the holes.  And he started blowing bigger and harder wads the younger the girls got.

So fine, he was a kindred pedo spirit, just with little girls instead of boys.  Although I am an equal opportunity fucker, so if I have the opportunity to fuck young girl cunt or try out young girl ass Ill do it, my real hardons and cums are for young boys.  The bigger deal was whether he knew my interests went beyond the visual shit and into the real fucking pedo world.  And what hed do if he found out.

I shook off the worry, and concentrated on observing.  Thats what the fucking room was for, wasnt it?

Valentine is a truly beautiful child.  He has long black hair and crystal clear blue eyes.  His body type is also my ideal.  He is slender hipped, long legged, with tiny pointed boy tits.  He was wearing a tank top, shorts, flip flops.  The air conditioning in this building is always pretty pumped, so his nipples were peaked and poking the front of his shirt.

I stood there and watched while the social worker tried to get more information from the boy, but he was having none of it.  I was listening with half an ear as she tried in vain to get him to open up...all the while I was fantasizing about opening him up alright, yeah, having my cock buried deep inside his little juvenile snatch while he writhed and squealed in pleasure.  I was pretty sure he would go for it.  I never went after boys I thought might be reluctant.  I stood there  with the fucking 3-D movie in my mind just running on, showing me all the things I was going to do to that precious little boy with my cock and my mouth and my hands.  I desperately wanted a cigarette.  The nicotine would have calmed me down and smoking would have kept my right hand busy and kept it out of my pocket and away from my leaking prick.  Which is where my hand was.  Fortunately, I was to my partners right and the room was dark so he didnt notice.

Valentine was refusing to describe his attacker, not matter how forcefully or persuasively he was urged to do so.  Jim thought it was because he was covering for the man; that he knew the rapist.  I wasnt so sure.  Maybe so.  But it was also obvious, at least to me, that Valentine intensely disliked the woman interviewing him, so I decided to intervene.

This is going nowhere, man, I said to Jim.

Ron, this social worker is supposed to be really good.  We should give her a few more minutes.

Nope.  Im pulling the plug.  Lets go in there and talk to Valentine.  We cant do any worse than shes done.

Jim and I exited the viewing area and went in the door to the interview room.  Valentine was in tears when I opened the door.  I thanked the social worker and told her we would like to speak to Valentine alone.

The videotape equipment was still running from behind the two way mirror.  I was glad my raging erection was hidden under the jacket of my suit.  All the audio was also being recorded.  You have to be really careful when interviewing children.  They are very susceptible to suggestion.  Its important to let them tell the story without prompting them or saying anything to influence them.

Valentine was sniffling into a Kleenex, but seemed relieved to see the social worker leave.  He smiled up at us and I could clearly detect the knowing quality to that smile.  This young boy had recently become aware of the power he had to turn grown men into mush and he wasnt shy about using it.  It was a good sign for me.

Valentine, my name is Ron and this is my partner, Jim.  Were the detectives assigned to investigate your case.

Valentines face shut down.  He looked away.
 
	We sat down across the table from him.  Id have preferred being next to him, so maybe hed glance down and see the hardon he was causing, but that would have been too intimidating.  I smiled at him as I said, Son, maybe it was just hard for you to talk to (that bitch I thought) that woman, but its just us guys here, now.  And Id really like it if youd describe what happened to you, right from the beginning.  Can you do that?  Help us out?

I dont know what the fuck it is about my smile and little boys.  I mean, for Christs sake, I look like a nigger thug...okay, an aging nigger thug.  Im forty, six foot, one ninety, wide flat nose thats crooked from the three times its been broken (once when I was a young thug, twice on the job), wide mouth and thick nigger lips, nappy grey and black hair, a mostly-grey mustache and goatee, a thicker-than-last-fucking-week waistline, former pecs that have become more like starting-to-sag tits, wire frame glasses, and nine thick inches of uncut nigger meat.

But I smiled, he saw it, smiled back and he started talking.

Valentine had been swimming and sliding down the water slide for about an hour.  He was a little tired so he decided to sit down on a ledge in the water at the side of the pool in the shade.  The place had hit some sort of weird lull from his description because at that moment he was alone in the pool.  His parents, aunt and uncle had gone to the bar, feeling confident of their beloved fag boys safety in a major hotel, with a lifeguard keeping careful watch.  Only the lifeguard took a quick break right about the time Valentine decided to do the same.  Hed just been sitting there in the water, doing nothing, for only a few minutes when a man joined him.  He introduced himself as John.  I snorted mentally.  And if hed given the boy a last name, undoubtedly it would have been Smith.

Although Valentine didnt say it directly, I think John fascinated him.  When your own daddy pretty much ignores you and spends nearly all of his time with your older brother (13)as he said he told Johnits not surprising the nine-year-old was very flattered when a man his fathers age seemed to be so interested in him.  Poor kid.  He was starved for adult male attention, although the attention he ended up with was different than what I figured hed originally hoped for, or thought about when the talk with John got started.

Or maybe not.
 
	After a little time spent worming his way into the young boys confidence, and hearing all about how lonely he was, John told Valentine he could show him something he could do to really get his daddys attention and make him want to spend more time with him.  Valentine agreed to go with the man to his hotel room so he could show him this special trick.  But John said since it was such a big secret they had to be careful no one knew he was going to tell little Valentine.  So they had to make it look like they were all done talking and just going their separate ways.  They solemnly shook hands and John went to the locker room.  Alone.

Just like he was instructed, Valentine waited a few minutes and followed him.  And promptly vanished from the hotels surveillance cameras.  Obviously there were none in the changing room.  Or in the toilet where John took him, saying he had to piss real bad and couldnt wait to get to his room.  The hotel was elegant, but old, and had never been retro-fitted with privacy dividers between urinals.  So little Valentine got a really good look at Johns long dickie when he peeled his trunks down, wiggled his hips and they dropped to the floor.

And John got a great look at Valentines bare little pricklet and tiny balls (or so I imagined) when he told the boy that real men pissed like that at a swimming pool, so the kid dropped his trunks, too.  The boy didnt say anything about a hardon right then, though fuck, if it had been me, I dont know if I could have kept one away, not with such a gorgeous little white boy next to me, his swim trunks puddled on the floor, holding his little dickie and pissing.

They took their towels with them and went up to the room.  By way of the fucking service stairs.  As a fucking adventure, John told him.  Avoiding fucking cameras I said inside my head.

Valentine claimed he didnt look at the room number, and he really didnt remember what John looked like, but he did have a really nice big dickie, all hairy.  No, just kind of ordinary brown hair.  No scorpions tattooed on his cock (not that the question was asked that way), no weird prick shape, no odd coloration.  Christ I was leaking just listening to the kid struggle to describe his molesters hardon, and licking those cocksucker lips with a long bright pink young boys tongue as he concentrated.  Damn, but the little kid was doing a great job protecting the guy who raped him.

All pedos should be so lucky.  I certainly have been.

And when we got to questions about the actual sex, the boys description was shy and halting and not very detailed.  It was obvious the two of them had engaged in oral and anal sex and that Valentine didnt think there was anything wrong with what had happened to him.  Had sexy little Valentine done this before?  Was he really a slut?  He sure the fuck was awfully calm for a boy whod been a virgin not five hours ago.  A little kid whod never had man cock fucking his pouty boy lips and cumming down his throat.  A tender boy whose bottom pussy had been spread and ravaged by a man his fathers age.

I let Jim take the lead in asking questions.  Couldnt risk drooling.  He tried to gently coax more details from the boy, like the color of the carpeting and drapes in the room.  He told the boy that since he couldnt remember the room number, it would be really helpful if he could tell us things like the color of the carpet, or the drapes or the bedspread.  Knowing how the room was decorated might help narrow down the search a bit.  No such luck.  Which meant a call to the hotel to tell them it was okay to resume cleaning empty rooms.  Management had agreed to hold off, to give us a chance to find the rape room, but that had been hours ago, the hotel was fully booked with a convention and everyone had started arriving, were becoming ever more pissed at the delay in being able to register.

Everyone who had checked out around the time poor Valentine was getting his boy pussy pounded had already been located and interviewed and phone pics sent back to us.  The boy had already denied that any of the men was John of the nice big hairy dickie.  Of course, if pedo John had been as smart as knowing how to avoid the surveillance cams indicated, hed have rented the room under an assumed name and paid cash and then walked away.  Hell, for all we knew he had a fucking in with someone at the hotel, and had just borrowed the room for a quick in, boy fuck, and out.

Valentine gave us a little bit more information than hed given the social worker, but nothing really concrete.  After a while Jim looked at me, obviously at a loss.  I decided to call a halt to the questioning for the time being.

Jim and I ushered Valentine out of the interview room, but as we left, a patrolman hurried up and told Jim he had an urgent call from his wife.  Valentine and I were left alone together in the hall.  On impulse I grabbed his hand and pulled him into the viewing room behind the two way glass.

As soon as I got him inside the room I turned off the cameras that had been recording the boys interview.  We were alone and there was no video or audio recording of what was happening.  I showed him the two way mirror and he thought that was really cool, but was obviously kind of pissed that someone had been watching him, spying on him, actually, without his knowing it.  I crouched down in front of Valentine so our eyes were on the same level.

Valentine, I said, I have a big secret to tell you.

What?

I dont think what that man did to you was wrong.

His mouth fell open and oh how I wanted to shove my meat inside it.  Really? 

The look of shock was so hot.  For hours now every adult he met had been telling him how awful it was, how horrifying what happened to him was, how wrong it was for the man to molest him and abuse his precious young body.  And now this old nigger thug cop with the nice smile was telling him something else.  Telling him what had happened was really okay.  Telling him what I was pretty damned certain he both needed and wanted to hear.  A real authority figure, a cop, a detective, telling him he wasnt a bad boy because his cunts had been used by John.

Yes, really, but dont tell anyone I said that.  It will be our special secret.  And heres another special secret:  I think you are a very pretty boy.  I leaned forward quickly and planted a gentle kiss squarely on his soft lips.  Yeah, a fucking gamble that might bring the walls of fucking Jericho down, if the kid screamed or ran to tell his mommy and daddy, but shit, sometimes you gotta gamble. 

Sometimes you fucking win.

He just said, Wow! in a soft little whisper.  And then he reached out and put an equally soft palm up to my face and stroked my stache and touched my lips.  I smiled while his fingers were touching me, and he gave me a big smile back.

I put my forefinger to his lips and spurted precum at the sight of that wide, flat, callused black finger against his plump red lips and pale white skin.  Cmon, kiddo, lets get you back to your parents.

I stood up, held out my hand and somehow managed, before we left the dimness of the observation room, to get my dick under control and down enough to be considered just a typical nigger big crotch bulge instead of a nigger perverts hardon.

I led Valentine back through the station to where his parents were waiting for him.  Mommy was all teary-eyed, so I left Valentine with her while I took his father aside to update him on the progress of the investigation, which was no progress at all.  Daddy was shell-shocked and furious..and there was something a little...off about the anger.  My perverted mind wondered whether part of the anger was because someone got dick in his sons cunt before he could.  Or whether he was already dicking the boy and was pissed because he didnt want to share.  Either way, Im pretty sure hed make a damned good stab at decking me if he had any inkling I was intending to maneuver his son into a situation where I could take full advantage of what John had taught him.

Chapter 2

That night I perused my collection of kiddy porn and spent some time locating pics of boys who resembled Valentine, and then had a nice long jackoff session, edging over and over until I finally blew a heavy load to images of what I was going to do with his slender nine year old body.

I didnt think it would be very difficult to get Valentine alone.  He was a latch key kid.  Both of his parents worked; he was alone several hours after school, sometimes four or five if both parents worked late.  But still, I had to be careful.  I was even half convinced that John was planning to contact him again, although this would be risky.  But then, everything connected with getting your dick into boy pussy was difficult; the fucking reward was worth it, though.  The kid was computer savvy and they could have exchanged anonymous e-mail addresses, but wed have to have more than my suspicions to get a warrant to get access to the kids computer and track everything he did.  

Yeah, the more I thought about it, the more likely it was that John would want another go at the boys holes.  After all, he didnt know the cops were involved.  The hotel sure as fuck wasnt putting out press releases; the parents were too embarrassed about having their boy molested by a queer, so they werent talking, and since we didnt have enough hard (goddamn but I love that fucking word when a boy is involved) data to get a decent sketch made, the cops were silent, too.  There was also the fact that Valentine couldnt quite hide how much hed enjoyed the sex, and little boys who try something new and like it are greedy, and want more.  The sooner the better.

I was hoping he would jump at the chance for more.  More with me, that is.  This was a perfect situation.  I had a nine year old boy who trusted and liked me.  I knew he liked sex.  He hadnt been repulsed by my kiss.  I figured Id be fucking him within the next few weeks.

So using my hunch that John would try to contact Valentine-the-victim again, I convinced Jim it was going to happen, and he and I spent the next couple of weeks keeping an eye on the boy after school, but still worked on the other cases that had been assigned to us.  I was moving around the periphery of Valentines life, slowing circling closer.  I followed him, sometimes with my partner and sometimes alone.  But we never saw any strange adult men approaching him.  Or shit, even any ordinary adult men other than those already in his life.

I noticed that he would usually go to a local park on Wednesdays after school.  On that particular Wednesday Jim had gone to the dentist and I decided it was time to make my move.  When I began to seduce my pre-teen victims long ago, I had secured a room in an inexpensive but clean motel.  The room was at the back of the property and could be accessed without being seen by the front office.  I rented the room at a cut rate by the month so it was always available when opportunity knocked.  Of course, no motel rents out rooms at a drastically cut rate without a very good reason.  Such as the Mexican manager with a thing for underage hookers who I was blackmailing.  Thus the special treatment and no questions..
 
	I pulled my unmarked police car to the curb, near where Valentine was sitting with two of his friends at a picnic table.  As I got out, Valentine looked over, saw me, got a big smile on his face and waved.  The other boys turned around to see what was going on, and saw me smiling and waving back.  As I got to the table, I didnt pull out my badge.  Since Valentines little man-boy sex adventure was a secret, it would raise too many questions to have a cop approach him and ask questions, much less take the boy away.

Hey, Val, I said, and watched his eyes shine with pleasure.  He was an effeminate little boy, just like...well, well, fucking well...at least one of the boys at the table.  Id have to see the face of the other one to be sure about him, but at the moment he was facing the other two across the table.  The shortened name sounded more masculine and Valentine puffed out his chestfortunately for me, showing off his boy titties.  He opened his mouth, then shut it, realizing he didnt know my first name, and he couldnt identify me as a cop.

I got him off the hook.  Guess you remember me, huh?  Ron.  Your dad introduced us the day he brought you to work.

Saucer eyes from the nelly little cunt next to him, a soft wow from the one with his back to me.  I guess men with the kind of money their families had didnt take their boys on a father-son day at work outing very often, so they were really awed.  Never one to waste an opportunity to get to know potential pussy, I asked Valentine, Who are your friends?

	He gestured to the little Asian boy sitting next to him.  Lush, sleek golden skin, slanted eyes, smooth black hair falling over his forehead in bangs and hanging straight down to his shoulders.  Thin.  Skinnier than Valentine, even.  Thin lips.  A hesitant little smile on his face as Valentine said his name.  Hiro.  He was wearing a light blue polo shirt with St. Pius embroidered over a gold cross.  Just like Valentine was wearing.

I gave the Jap my best pedo wouldnt you like to get your mouth on my cock, kid? smile, leaned forward and stretched out my hand to shake his.  His small yellow hand, soft and smooth as the rest of him had to be got swallowed up in hard-callused nigger cop hand.  I let my hand linger for just an instant too long and let my thumb caress the back of his hand, so lightly I could always claim it never happened if he said anything.  The little slut blushed.

As I straightened I gently put my hand on the left shoulder of the last of the trio, the fat little nigger boy wearing the same St. Pius shirt.  And who might you be?

Ah, yes.  Definitely another pussy boy.  Whether merely instinctively so and thus a virgin, or a boy slut whod been well broken in was for determination at another time.  But no question about what he was.  The same soft, effeminate look to him.  Round head, fat nose, fat lips, tightly curled hair, bulging fat boy titties under his shirt.  The clincher, though, was the fact that the soft pressure of my hand made him twist his body toward me to respond, and no straight boy spends that much time staring at the bulging, half-hardon crotch of an adult man, before licking his lips and then looking up.  Th...Thomas, sir.

The priest who picked these uniforms had to be a pedophile.  Only a pedo would select grey short shorts that were so very, very tight.  Oh, it wasnt that this was just a fat nigger boy with Hershey bar skin whose ass was just too big.  These were obviously tailored shorts, designed to fit like a fucking second skin.  I knew when he stood and walked and the pedo priests watched and admired, you could see the crack of his ass dividing the bulges of his cheeks as they rolled and swayed with his motion.

Nice to meet both of you young men.  Oh.  Thomas, your shirt is untucked.  I dont think Father Flanagan would like that, do you?  But here, let me take care of that for you.

The use of the priests name relaxed Hiro and Thomas.  I knew Valentines father, and even worked for him.  I knew the priest at their school.  I had to be the good kind of stranger, not the bad kind.

Dumb little shits.

But I squatted down before he could really respond, used my left hand to pull out the waistband of those oh so fucking tight shorts, and then carefully, and very, very slowly, tucked his shirt back in, being very sure that it was all the way tucked down and nice and smooth.  The fact that my middle finger briefly touched the upper edge of the deep crack of his ass was surely an accident, not worth mentioning at all.  And the kid was fucking commando!  Whatever is this younger generation coming to?

When I stood up, the bulge was more prominent and anyone staring at my crotch as intently as these three sissy boys couldnt help notice that I dressed left.

Val, your dad asked me to pick you up and take you home.  Okay?

Valentine, temporarily Val, nodded eagerly and reached for the backpack on the table in front of him.  When we got to the car I opened the passenger door for him and told him to get inside.  He did so without question.  I got behind the wheel, but didnt start the engine.

Hows it going, Valentine?  I asked.

Fine, he said, looking down and away, suddenly shy.  There was an awkward little silence, as if he hadnt been staring at my nearly stiff meat just moments ago.
 
	Heard from John lately?

Nuh-uh.  A vigorous negative head shake, but still no looking at me.

Valentine, dont lie to me.  You know I dont think theres anything wrong with you having contact with John.  He didnt hurt you and you probably want him to do all that stuff to you again.

Valentine squirmed in his seat at the mention of experiencing sex again.  If I had my way hed be experiencing it much sooner than he thought.  John told me not to trust you.

Of course he did.  Pedos are very territorial.  Like dogs.  Only we dont mark our territory with piss, just cum in boy cunts.  And John very much wouldnt like little Valentine trusting me.  Especially if the boy had told him what Id said, and about the kiss.  Because kissing boys leads to sucking boys and sucking boys leads to fucking their hot little asses.

Hes just looking out for you, I said in a neutral tone.  Have you seen him again?

Another head-shake.

Then how do you know what he thinks about me?

Email.  He doesnt live around here.

This was music to my ears.  If John didnt live around here that meant Valentine would need another way to get his itch scratched.  Based on our spying on him after school, I was fairly certain that he didnt know that the mens room near where I picked him up was an active cruising spot.  And Id be willing to bet most of the faggots there would have no problem taking a break from man cunt and man cock, in order to dick a pretty little boy like Valentine.  So unless his daddy was dicking him, his little itch ought to be very, very scratchable right now.  I was more than happy to be of service.

Do you miss him? I asked softly.  He nodded.

Do you miss what he did to you?

He looked up at me then, clearly wondering whether he could trust me and take the next step in our little game...admitting that hed liked having a man molest him and use his little body.  I dont think he already realized hed already admitted as much when he kept staring at my crotch at the picnic table.  Little boys whod been raped, and thought of it that way, didnt, in my experience, watch mens crotches with yearning eyes.  Finally he made a conscious decision.  And nodded.

I reached over and boldly put my hand between his legs, right on the crotch of his little grey shorts.  Such a hot little uniform for a hot little boy.  Valentine sucked in his breath and looked at me, his eyes big and round.  He didnt say anything or try to stop me.  I rubbed his little pricklet bulge with my fingers for a minute until his head fell back on the seat.  I scooted him a little forward, working his small stiffy with my left hand while with my right I popped the button on his shorts, and then worked my hand down the back.

The little slut was wearing panties!  Had John told him to do that?  I slipped my hand down inside, my fuck-you finger probing ahead, probing between his cheeks, pressing against his boys cunt lips, and then slipping inside.  He was also moist!  I wasnt sure if it was just sweat from the day, which was pretty damned hot, and there was no air conditioning in the car at the moment, either.  Or was he wet because hed been fucked recently?  Did he, after all, know about the toilets?  Had he been there, balancing himself on the toilet seat, bent over, bracing himself against the wall, while some dirty old man fucked his boy pussy?  The thoughts excited me even more.  This baby was ready to have his little cunt fucked again.

You like being touched like this, dont you, baby?

Mmmmmm.  Its nice, he sighed.

Valentine.  He looked up at me.  I had an idea that I thought might help my investigation.

Mmmm, he moaned.  He couldnt have cared less at the moment about my investigation and John the bad man.  He was much more focused on what my fingers were doing to him, fore and aft, than on what I was saying.  His head was against the seat, his back arched.  Anyone who knew anything about boy sex would know from his position, from his closed eyes, from the smile on his face that he was being pleasured by a man.  I glanced up and out the window.

His two faggy little friends were watching us.  Intently.  Fat little nigger Thomas was twisted around on the picnic table bench.  Skinny Jap Hiro was staring straight at us.  At me, leaning close to the little boy in the car, the little boy who was panting now, tossing his head back and forth.  Hiro had his own hand down inside his grey shorts, clearly visible on a direct shot from the car, his scrawny legs spread wide while he played with himself.  He said something urgently and Thomas quickly scrambled off the bench and moved around to sit next to Hiro.  I was right.  Fucking grey spray on paint as his fat cheeks jiggled for a moment and then he was sitting down, too.

And then it was Thomas hand down inside Hiros shorts, playing with the from-here invisible golden stiffie.  Hiro said something else as he stared at me.  Thomas right hand rose from underneath the table, paused, and at another snapped word or two, he finished the gesture and began twisting his fat boy tit.  Hard.  And thrusting his hips with each twist.

Christ.  These little kids knew how much fun a boy in pain could be.  How much fun the boy in pain could have.

Damn.  

Part of me wanted to continue what I was doing, to finger fuck Valentines little cunt into ecstasy while I watched Hiro and Thomas get themselves off.  Or to open the boys door so his friends could see what was being done to Valentine, to add to their own pleasure.  Maybe theyd come over and watch.  Pull out their cocklets and jack as I made their friend cum.  

Another day.

Damn, shit, fuck!  But still...another day.  Two little eight or nine year olds playing sex games out in the open was one thing.  A forty year old nigger cop joining in right there was something fucking else entirely.

I eased my finger out of his slippery little pussy, and then deliberately sniffed and licked the finger while staring again at his two jacking friends.  The little fuckers blushed but didnt stop their sex games.  I smiled, gave them a thumbs up.  I straightened up, turned the key, and a moment later we drove off slowly.  Neither of us said anything on the way to the motel.  Valentine seemed content, just quietly going along.  No questions when I drove into the motel lot, went around back and parked where there were no other cars.  No questions when I got out and gestured him to follow me, and he did, up the stairs and into the room.

I locked the door behind us.  Valentine looked around with interest, especially at the bed.  He didnt seem nervous or scared.  Didnt seem aware that he ought to be nervous about being a beautiful nine year old white boy alone in a locked room with a nigger detective who had been pleasuring his dick and his pussy just a few minutes ago, practically out in the open in the park.

I moved to the bed, sat down, motioned him to stand between my spread legs.  I thought, Valentine, that it might help you to remember more if we were in a motel room, and you could maybe show me what actually happened with John.

You mean, like, act it out?

Uh, yeah.  Exactly.  Act it out.

Well, we were in swimming suits.

Okay, then why dont you take your clothes off, except your undies, and Ill do the same?  We can pretend those are our swim suits.  Except I was commando.  Oops.

But we took them off as soon as we got into the room.

Ah, a boy slut with a need to be accurate.

So I guess we both take off all our clothes.
 
	He nodded vigorously and said, Then we have to lie on the bed.

I stripped my clothes off while watching him confidently disrobe.  Nothing fazed this kid.  At least not yet.  Id make sure he was a little fazed before he left the room today.  No doubt about it.  He was gorgeous in pale white silk panties, pushed out in front by his very hard boy nail.  I could ask about the panties later.  Right now I needed him naked.  

Get rid of the panties, kid.  He did and clambered on the bed.  I followed.  We lay down facing each other.  I looked at his beautiful little white boy body.  At his so very hard pricklet.  Had he been that hard when he and John had gotten naked?  My cock was rock hard and throbbing.  Pulsing and leaking.  Little Valentine kept looking down it.

Whats next?  I asked.

You show me how to touch you with my hand.  You know, how you like it.  Tell me my Daddy would really like it if I learned to touch him like that and he would start to pay attention to me.

I reached for his hand and pulled it to my cock.  He couldnt get his fingers all the way around.  I sucked in my breath and instructed him.  I was very turned on and every touch of his soft little hand sent a shock wave of sensation from my cock down to the balls of my feet.

Your mouth next?  I asked through gritted teeth.

No.  You have to touch me, too, he said, his breathing becoming a little rapid.

Fuck this shit.  This game was going a little too slow for me.  I wanted to fuck his little cunt something awful.  I knew hed been broken in so I really didnt need all this seduction game playing crap.  I twiddled the boy clit sticking out from his hairless groin, making him moan and close his eyes.  I decided to take control of the situation. I really didnt give a flying fuck what John had done to him. I wanted him for myself.

Lets play a little game, Valentine.

O-o-okay. His voice was a bit unsteady.

Instead of telling me what John did to you, Im going to show you what I would have done to you if it had been me at the pool instead of John.  And you tell me if you like what Im doing as much as what John did.  Okay?

Yeah, sure.  From his tone, it seemed like he didnt much care what I was doing as long as I was twiddling his little cock-clit.

Im going to make you cum and then Im going to fuck your little baby cunt until you beg me to stop, okay?

He didnt answer me in words.  He let out a little sighing moan and looked me straight in the eye and smiled.  I was licking my lips like the big bad wolf I know I am.

I got off the bed and knelt at the foot, dragging him down by his ankles.  I spread his legs and clamped my mouth down on that heavenly little boy cunt.  I had tasted a bit of him in the car when I licked my finger clean, so I was eager for more.  I pushed forward with my tongue and the little pussy just sucked me right in.  Fuck.  Ive got a long fat tongue, not like some of the freaks you see on HBO or whatever, but still, long enough, fat enough to make me real popular with baby boy bottoms.  Valentine was no exception.  He squealed when I pushed, squealed louder and higher when I started lapping and slurping.  And realizing Id been right.  His kiddy boy hole was already slick!  Had one of the priests at his school used him this morning, in the little boys room?  Id find out later.

I strummed his cock-clit with my tongue and coned three fingers and started finger fucking him.  I slowly increased the tempo and force of the thrusts of my fingers and the licking of my tongue until he was a quivering squealing ball of boy flesh.  He was chanting, Oh, yes, oh yes, oh yes, as he jerked and rolled his hips at me.  I doubted John had made it this good for him given his reaction.  I felt him convulse around my fingers as he squeezed out his first climax.  He stopped breathing for a second and then let out a high pitched wail of ecstasy.

I didnt let him come down.  I pulled him off the bed right down onto my cock.  His upper body was still on the bed and his legs looped over my arms as I grabbed the bedspread and held on for dear life.  Good thing I had pretty good aim.  His body slid down on me and I felt the head of my cock strike home and slip inside.  He was tight, but oh so ready for me.  He was cumming on me again before I got my cock halfway home.

Yeah, take my cock you little slut.  Im gonna fuck your little baby cunt so deep.  I gasped as I felt him sliding farther and farther down my shaft.  God almighty, theres nothing better than a tight little pre-teen cunt stretched around your cock.

I stroked myself inside him slowly until I hit bottom.  There were still a good two inches of me still unsheathed.  I pulled out slowly the first time and slid back in a bit easier and a bit deeper.  Valentine was taking deep gulps of air through his open mouth and moaning.  His eyes were closed and I could feel his little cunt fluttering in pleasure as I plowed back inside him.

I increased the force and speed of my thrusts until he took me to the hilt. I lost control and banged him hard, but he took me deep and true.  He climaxed around me again so hard I thought he would hyperventilate and pass out.  He squealed for me and clutched at me as I pounded deep and let loose with my own climax.  I let out a roar and bucked my hips, drowning his little cunt with my cum.

I clutched Valentine to me and slid him back up on the bed before I flopped down beside him.  Damn that was good.  I hadnt had a pre-teen fuck this good in about three months.

I let him catch his breath for a minute before I set him to work making me hard again.  I found out John had instructed him on some of the finer points of giving head, for which I was profoundly grateful.  I didnt cum in his mouth, but flipped him over and took him from behind.  I didnt bother stroking his boy meat as I plowed his tight cunt again.  Too much trouble to reach under him; much less trouble to be able to brace myself, palms flat on the bed, so I could pound his slutty pussy hard.  Learning to take this nigger meat all the way down into his throat was a lesson for another day.  Within seconds he was moaning and whimpering; within minutes I had him screaming into the mattress...which is when my life went sideways.

Chapter 3

Keeping secrets from your partner, Ron?

I whipped my head around, my body instinctively thrusting the full length of my dick into the kid cunt beneath...probably recognizing this was the last boy cunt for a long time, if not forever.  Jim was standing there.  He made that tsk, tsk, tsk sound and my eyes widened as I noticed the mother fucking piece of garbage shit greaser bastard manager standing behind him and to his left.  In front of the open fucking door.  With the goddamn master key in his hand.  The Mexican bastard was so fucking dead, regardless of what happened to me.

No point in the its not what it looks like shit.  It was precisely what it looked like.  Forty year old nine inch fat nigger cop cock shoved balls deep into thin effeminate lily white nine year old boy pussy.  The kid had just been fucked, and now I was.  What went on in the computer room could be overlooked, especially considering how many of the brass, including one member of the police board, made use of it.  But a pedo cop?  Caught with a boy?  No fucking way.

So since I was done for, I might as well enjoy as much as I could for as long as I could.  Still buried in his kid cunt, I rolled over on my back, bringing Valentine with me.  Automatically, almost as if hed had years of boy cunt training, Valentine spread his legs wide on either side of me.  Allowing our two watchers to get an eyeful of thick black meat up in wide-spread white boy ass.  And thick white cum oozing out around my cock.  And the little hardon still standing tall.

And in a major what-the-fuck moment I was still hard, too.  My dick must have been recalling all those jackoff fantasies of fucking a little boy while other men watched, seeing myself cum big time in his hot tight little ass while they waited their turn. I thrust my hips up and baby Valentine moaned.  A lusty moan, not a help-me-Im-being-raped-by-a-nasty-pedo-cop moan.

I was looking right at my fucking sneaky bastard partner, whose eyes werent on my face but on where nigger meat was sliding partially out of young boy ass, pulling bright red cunt lips out a bit...and fuck if he didnt wince as Valentine moaned, and Jims gut muscles tightened and his hips thrust forward involuntarily.  The way guys do when they see something that gets them hard.  A quick glance told me Miguel was interested.  The treasonous fuck was groping his meat through his dirty jeans.  Guess he was into more than young girl hookers.  

Shut the fucking door, dipshit! I growled.  Miguel glared at me but did what I said.  He was even smart enough to lock the fucking barn door after all the cocksucking horses were gone.

Jim just stood there.  Staring.  And when he finally looked at my eyes, his expression told me he knew hed lost the moral high ground.  He should have gone all regretfully righteous on my ass the moment hed walked in, arresting my hairy nigger butt and cuffing me tight, wrapping the poor, poor, poor victim of nigger cop abuse in a blanket to ease the shock of his awful rape.  But he hadnt.  And now I was in control, even though I was naked and had a hardon stuffed in boy pussy.

Guess youre gonna be jacking off from now on to some pics of little boys getting fucked, arent ya?  stead of just those five and six year old girls, like little Maria with that old white man.

Damn but I loved the horror on his face.  All these fucking years hes known me; even assuming that I was jacking off to the kid porn on my computer like half the force (or so it seemed at times); even knowing now that unlike the rest of them, well, there had to be more than one real pedo in this bunch, odds-wise, I was a real boy-fucking pedo, he was still shocked at the idea that his jacking wasnt private, that Id spied on him.

Val, baby, I said in his delicate little ear.  You like nigger meat in your cunt, dont you?

Oh, fuck, yeah, he said back.  I was sure his eyes were alight.

How about some white cop cock, and maybe some spic dick, too?  Would you like them pumping your little boy cunny?

If hed nodded any harder that slender neck would have snapped off.  So with a little wiggling and struggling he was off my cock and on all fours on the bed, his scrawny hips and butt thrust up, his cummy, raw, puffy red cunt slowly closing.  Jim was shaking his head, and saying no, but he wasnt fucking moving.  Miguel stood by him at the foot of the bed.  I couldnt decide if Miguel was watching Valentines boy pussy more, or my slimy, still hard dong.  My partner packing some stiff meat under there, Miguel?

Jims no! was louder, but cut off with barely the n sound out of his mouth since Miguel had clamped his hand on my partners crotch, and grinned wickedly.

You want some of this little boys pussy, Miguel?  Get all naked and fuck another hot load of cum up his cunt?

Yeah, man, sure the fuck do, he said as he let go of Jim, and peeled his tee over his head.  He toed off his shoes, then unbuttoned his jeans, shoved them and his red and white striped boxers down to the floor, stepped out of them.  Stood naked, hard and dripping, just wearing filthy white socks.

Valentine, turn around and suck on this nice mans meat.  The eager slut boy did as he was told, and Miguel stepped to the bed, bending his knees to rest on the edge to provide easier access for the white pussy boy to gulp down that seven inch thin dark Mexican cock.  All the way to the pubes that were raunchy enough for me to smell and I wasnt sucking him, just standing next to him.

Miguel grabbed the boys head to hold him in just the right place.  Glanced over at me as he began fucking the eager mouth.  Said smugly, We gonna have to talk, hermano, bout your rent.  Later.

I let my face show upset over realizing I had nothing on him any more now that he had something on me, and realizing that my rent was going to go up.  Way the fuck up. 

God I love setting dumb shits up for a fall.  A big fucking fall.  Actually, my rent was going to go down.  Way, way, way the fuck down.

Jim finally came out of his daze and turned toward the door.  I stepped in front of him.  He resolutely didnt look down the length of his nigger partners nakedness, resolutely kept his eyes up instead of down on my leaking prick.  He waved his hand vaguely at the pedo face fucking going on behind him.  I...I wont say anything.  I just...gotta go.  Ill...see you, uh, whenever.

His muscles tensed like he was going to move forward, maybe through me, but I didnt move.  I was having too much fucking fun.  And now it was my turn to grope my partners crotch.  Fingers down between his legs cupping his balls, palm on his definitely not soft dick, thumb resting where his hip joined his crotch.  I squeezed gently and he bit back a moan, or maybe even a whimper.  His cock jumped, hardened.

Ron, no.  Please. Im not...Im not....

I squeezed just a little harder and his cock thickened again.  Yeah, Jim, you fucking are.  My turn to wave...my right hand, in a gesture that encompassed all the cops out there that jacked in that computer room.  Every fucking one of you using that room, hauling out meat, shoving dildos or dicks in your cunts, and jacking until you spew cum all over the fucking place while you watch little children being molested, making you so fucking hot you can hardly breathe, yeah, youre fucking pedos.

I let go of his crotch, grabbed his shoulders, stood behind him, making sure he felt my hardon against his butt.  I pulled him to me, his back to my chest, whispered in his ear.  You gonna tell me you dont want to try out that little boys cunt, Jim?  Not even when you know its hot and tight and slick and talented, and all greased up with two loads of my cum?  Or maybe you wanna let Miguel here have a go at the hole, and you get sloppy, cummy thirds.

He moaned as my big hands kneaded his pecs, thumbs and forefingers squeezing his tits through his uniform shirt and the tee underneath.  The vids he liked best were the ones with several men abusing a little girl, and he always seemed to cum the most at the shot of her little cunt or her little asshole leaking cum from two or three men who had just fucked her.

Shoes off, Jim.  I felt him doing what he was told, as I started unbuttoning his shirt.  You think youre ever going to get another chance to know what molesting a young child is like, Jim?  Do you really just want to jack off to mental pics of your partners big old nigger dick, yeah, one of those nigger dicks just like everyone says and thinks, reaming this young white pussy?  Or the greaser here face fucking the cum sluts mouth?

I reached the last button above his belt, tugged and yanked until the shirt came up and out, opened the last two buttons.  Or would it be so fucking hot to relive actual fucking memories, Jim?  Looking down at your own cop dick sliding in and out of the pussy of a young victim.  Watching your partner take a turn at the boy hole youve just abused with a load of hot daddy juice fresh out of your balls.  Having this slut boy suck you off while he plays with your balls and works your ass with his small white fingers.  Maybe have someone work your tits while this happens.

His shirt was on the floor.  My hands were under his tee, working it up his chest as I caressed his still tight, lightly furred, thirty year old abs, came back to his pecs and squeezed his nips harder this time.  His hips thrust forward.  I didnt need to see to know his hardon was bulging his uniform crotch.  Bet your wife doesnt know how you need your tits worked on, does she?  Naw, it takes another man to understand how a guys dick can be wired to his nips, just like yours.  I rolled them between my fingers again and squeezed harder yet.  Jim whimpered, almost sagged.

Tee off, Jim.  On the floor.  He lifted his arms, bent his head a little, peeled, dropped it.  I could smell the hot musk of a man whod been working.  My cock spurted precum.  Probably stained his uniform seat.  Not that I gave a fuck.

Then I went all Simon fucking Cowell on him.  Moment of truth, Jim.  I moved slightly to his side, reached around so one big hand was on his hardon, one was kneading his ass crack and fingering his pucker.  Little Valentine would say yes to your prick in his pussy if his mouth wasnt full.  Miguel votes yes, and so do I.  So, Jim, are you going on to the next round?

Jim clamped his hand on my right wrist.  I stopped fondling his cock.  No!  Ron, I...I cant.  I just...cant.  My wife, my kids, I....

Yeah, all that shit.  But he wasnt even aware that all he was doing was just holding my wrist and hand in place.  At first, hard enough to stop me from moving my hand unless I struggled.  But the grip was gradually loosening, and the most important fact of all (thats what detectives do, we detect facts about situations) is that he never moved my hand away.  Time to clinch the deal.

Miguel, get your greasy ass up on the bed, so Valentine can blow you while his ass is toward us.  A few seconds later and the plump Mexican was in place, Valentine sucking again.  Miguel leaned forward and spread the boys thin cheeks to show us the puffy cunt lips.  He shoved a thick finger in and out.

Thats gonna be your prick, Jim.  In just a few seconds.  The boy cunt is wet and cummy and used and aching to have your cock fill it up.  Drop trou, Jim.

Guess he couldnt quite bring himself to do it all by himself.  Just the slightest tug on my wrist told me he wouldnt fight me.  So I did the honors, getting his pants and wet-on-the-front boxers down to the floor.  A moment later, three naked men wearing socks, one naked cocksucking little boy slut, alone in a sleazy motel room.  Fucking pedo heaven.

So naturally I upped the ante.  Before Jim could let his respectable seven or so nice inches guide him to the hole he wanted, I pulled him around to face me, pulled him close, bent my head and kissed him.  I kept my eyes open and saw his eyes widen with yet another shock.  He was being kissed by his partner.  And wider yet.  Not only fucking kissed, his mouth was getting raped by his partners tongue.  His head was held so he couldnt move it.  His partners free hand was feeling him up, kneading his tight muscular ass cheeks, sliding a finger into his sweaty crack and pushing against his clenched ass.  And then wider yet as his partners hand grasped one of his and he was suddenly holding onto sticky thick nigger dick, while his own goddamn partner was stroking white meat.

That lasted for only a few seconds until just as Id more than half expected given the moments leading up to it, Jim gave in and kissed me back, and jacked my dick like he meant it.  I didnt let my inner wicked smile show.  Poor Jim.  He didnt realize...yet...that his own pussy was going to get dicked today.  I broke the kiss, thumbed some of his precum around his knob, then dropped to my knees to shock him even more by swallowing his cock and getting it slimy with spit.  When I was done I rocked back on my haunches and shoved him toward the bed.

Go on, Jimmy, I encouraged him.  Stick that cop meat in the boys hole, breed that little cunt!

Which is what he did.  No gentleness, no cunt licking first.  He wanted, no, needed his first boy cunt, now!  He slammed in, balls-fucking-deep, and with his head thrown back and his eyes shut, Jim was lost in the sensation of his dick sliding in and out of such a tight pussy.  Miguels eyes were open, though.  He was pretty much skull-fucking Valentine, giving the cum dump accelerated lessons in deep throating, but his eyes were glued on the cunt getting bred by the cop.  For the moment they forgot all about me.

Their bad.  Or...their dumb.  I walked over to the dresser with the high-def television Id brought in.  Opened the top drawer with my back to the fuck trio on the bed, so no one noticed the small, very much loaded, gun I pulled out.  Or the camera.  Since I can shoot with either hand, but take much better pics with my right, that was the arrangement as I turned around and started filming.

My partners pale hairy ass first, flexing and releasing in time with his fuck strokes.  Down low and angling up so that from time to time I got a clear view of empty boy pussy, dangling boy stiffy and boy balls, and then hairy cop dick filling the space again.  Then I moved around to the side.  The dumb fucks were so concentrating on their dicks they must have assumed I was watching and jacking, moving around to get the best view.  Which I was.  Just not for the reason they must have thought.  Some good shots of Jims face with those weird looks men get when theyre horny and hard and fucking really good pussy.  Good shots from the side of the sissy boy being fucked at both ends by men, his little dickie clearly visible.  Good shots of Miguels own weird ass expressions since hed shut his eyes, too.

It was Jim who opened his eyes first; Jim who looked around to see what I was doing; Jim who gasped and said, Aw, Jesus fuck, no! Ron.

Jesus, fuck, yes! Jim.  Dont worry, though, Ill edit you out.

Gun pointing at Miguel, whose eyes were very fucking open at the moment, I got a good shot of his dark, hairy knuckled hands holding the little white boys head to his crotch, his greaser dick obviously buried full length in his innocent little victims mouth.  A good shot of his furious eyes, too.  I waggled the gun at him, clearly telling him to keep boy fucking.  Too bad he wasnt smart enough to know that the gun had to be for effect, rather than use.  A naked cop whose DNA-laden cum was still inside of this particular pussy-boy is really going to shoot another man getting his turn at the kid slut?  Not fucking likely.  But then, when the cop is a big nigger thug pointing the gun at a thin, greasy Mexican who was already getting blackmailed, he obviously figured he better not take a chance.

I thumbed the camera to pause.  Valentine, baby, youd like this greasers cum in your boy pussy before you get another cop load up that hole, wouldnt you?

Cock-filled at both ends, all the kid could do was grunt, but it was a sluts happy yeah! grunt.  Okay, then.  Get those cocks out, turn the kid over and fuck him, Miguel.  And talk to your hot little boy cunt.  Let us hear how much you like boy pussy.

For all Jims fear of the camera, he hadnt gone soft.  He pulled out of Valentine and then moved to stand at the side of the bed, jacking his oozing prick...right in plain view of the camera that was recording the lubricano who was doing what he was told:  fucking the little boy who was on his back, head toward the headboard; sliding his Mexican meat in and out of Valentines puffy white pussy, using him hard as he cursed in a mixture of Spanish and heavily accented English, telling the boy what a hot tight maricon cunt he had, how much he liked boy holes, gradually getting into what he was doing, forgetting the camera, forgetting the gun, until he was pounding the poor boys pussy so hard he sent the kid into a squealing, shuddering dry cum, and then another and then Miguel was filling the kids cunt.  Jims eyes were wide and wild at what he was seeing, what hed just seen.

And he was still jacking.  Though not as fast.  He probably didnt want to cum just yet.

I paused the camera again, though not until Id got another good view of Miguel heaving and panting over white boy pussy, his softening dark meat half in half out, the little boys still stiff dickie clearly visible.  And Jim, too, though I dont think he realized it.  His eyes glazed with lust as he stared at the joining of spic dick and white boy cunt, at the spooge oozing out of the well-used pussy, at the bald stiff boy dick jutting from that hairless nine year old crotch.

I nudged Miguels shoulder with the gun.  Get the fuck out of here, maricon!  He bristled at the insult, but naked or not, I was still a cop with a gun.  

Sullenly, he got dressed, headed to the door.  I stopped him with, Oh, and Miguel, mi hermano, we are gonna talk about the outrageous rent Im paying here.  And how the rate ought to go down.  Way the fuck down.  Or I show this... camera waggle ...to your brothers.

He got as close to being white as a greaser could.  The brothers were both real (by blood) and by affiliation (a greaser gang called Red Thunder).  They knew he liked young girls, but they thought that meant in the thirteen to fifteen age range, and they had no problem with that. Hell, they even supplied him with a girl from time to time, in lieu of the cash he got for letting them use vacant rooms for...whatever the fuck his brothers wanted.  But his frightened eyes confirmed he knew just what I did.  It was possible...just barely possible...that theyd overlook the fact he preferred very young girls, in the seven, eight, nine range.  Theyd never overlook the cameras proof that he was a faggot who molested little boys.  I wondered if hed survive, but really didnt care one way or the other.

I gave him a couple of seconds to think it over.  Deal?

A resentful glare; a reluctant nod.  Si.

Good.  Now get the fuck out of my room, and stay the fuck out.
	
	Once the door slammed shut there was one of those awkward fuck silences you get when a guy is having queer sex for the first time...or even worse on a guys previous mental image of himself, pedo sex for the first time.  When theres a sudden what-the-fuck! feeling and a panicked urge to get the fuck out of Dodge.  The feeling and urge Jim was having.

Only I wasnt having any of it.  Fuck the sluts cummy cunt, Jim.

He just stood there, legs touching the side of the bed.  Still hard, or mostly so.  But starting to go soft as his fucking conscience kicked in.  Political correctness.  Laws.  Wife.  His own young boys.  Bad enough to look and jack to perverted pics on that computer in the station.  He could live with that, knowing how many others were doing the same thing.  But this...actually dicking a boy.  No.  It wasnt going to happen.  Well, not again. All that and more on Jims face.
	
	Fuck that shit.  My formerly saintly partner was a fucking pedo, just like me, and no fucking way was he gonna stop now and regain any moral high ground, go to Pedos Anonymous meetings and celebrate just one freaking day at a time of not putting his dick in boy pussy.  I moved up to stand next to the bed opposite my partner.  Dropped the gun on the sheets.  Waved the camera and the movement pulled his attention away from inside and out to what was happening.  He raised his head and looked at me.

Finish fucking the kid, Jim, or I put this clip on the computer at work.  His jaw dropped.  Oh, Ill edit out your face, but theres some really good shots of your ass fucking a little boys bottom, and just how long do you think itll take for one of the other right-hand cop pedos whos seen your ass in the gym or in the showers to recognize that scar on your butt?

He started to say Ron, you wouldnt but stopped pretty much with the Ron and the y in you.  He knew I would.  His eyes also said he was asking for a new partner when he saw the captain again.  Fuck that shit, too.  One hole at a time is my motto, and the hole being worked on was Valentines cummy chute.

I probably would have had more difficulty, but Valentine, bless his little pussy, sealed the deal.  He opened his eyes, still panting a little from the multiple dry cums, and looked up at Jim, his boy lips all puffy from the face fucking, and said, Please, officer, fuck my whore boy cunt?

Jim might have escaped back to p.c. morality, might have been able to resist the pleading of a well-fucked pussy boy who need more cum dumped in his hole, if hed had just one thing going for him at that moment.  Like never having jacked to all those pedo pics in the computer room.  Like having some clothes on.  Like not kissing me back and not groping my meat.  Like not having had his dick in nine-year-old boy cunt and finding out how hot and tight the real stuff was.  The road to hell is paved with good hardons, and Jim was way the fuck down that road.

I dont know if Valentines time with John was his virgin man-boy fuck, but I could tell this was his first gang fuck, if a greaser, a nigger cop and a white cop could be considered a gang.  And the little slut was loving it.  Of course, he wobbled a bit getting on all fours again, and moving to the edge of the bed so his tiny boy feet were over the edge, his legs splayed wide, his torso down, resting his weight on his arms.  And then he looked over his shoulder, his gorgeous hair flopping loose, his whole body gleaming with sweat and asked, very, very softly, Please, officer?

Fuck, I dont know if a straight man with no pedo fantasies at all could have resisted.  Jim was fucking lost.  His cock knew what it wanted.  It was almost purple with blood pumping to it, and a steady stream of precum was flowing.  Jim moved forward, down, and straight into the little sluts cum-wet bowels.  A look of sheer pedolicious ecstasy appeared on his face.  Im sure the expression got even better when I knelt behind him, spread his cheeks and started rimming his virgin hole.  The taste was dirty and sharp and tangy and musky, a hot raunchy man smell that turned me on even faster.  I slicked a finger and worked it into his hole, quick and hard.

Jim gasped.  Started to complain, but then I found the magic button and he fucking whimpered.  He gave a little sound like a cut off whine when I yanked the finger out after a few strokes over his bump, then half-moaned, half-sighed, when two fingers went back in.  I pulled my fingers out again, told him to get on the bed.  He knew what was going to happen, but did it anyway.  It was a little awkward for him to actually get on the bed and keep his dick inside pretty boy Valentine, but he managed it.  I hawked some spit on my dick, getting it reasonably wet and shiny.  It was going to be rough on my partner without actual lube inside and out to ease my way in, but what the fuck.  He was a man, a cop, he could fucking well take it.  And besides, virgin pussies need pain to be sure to remember how it felt to get fucked the first time.

I got in position, seated my knob at his clamped tight ass lips.  Ever had cock in your cunt, Jim?

I dont ha.... he snapped back, and then shut up.  He didnt at that moment, but knew that was going to change in three...two...one...and I shoved my meat hard and punched inside him.  Almost half way.  Cops might want to pretend they feel no pain, or that they can rise above it and not show it.  Jim wasnt rising above fucking anything.  The shrill uh! uh! uh! Fuuuuccckkk! scream could probably be heard three counties over.

I held still just long enough for the scream to end and when I could feel his body start to inhale, I finished making his cunt with a second final lunge that buried me balls deep in my white partners new-found pussy.  So fucking hot and tight and pulsing.  No need to wait.  If Jim didnt get used to my cock in his cunt now, he would the next time...or the next...or the next.  And I told him so.  Told him how hot and tight his pussy was as he fucked his first little boy ass.  How much fun it would be on a stakeout using his holes when I was bored or just plain horny.  Turning him into my white bitch, my cum dump slut for when I didnt have a boy to fuck.  And how maybe, just maybe, if he was a really good fuck slut Id let him have a shot at my ass, too.  Or how we could find other little boys and share them, fucking both their holes at the same time, trading off, maybe even finding a boy cunt that could take both our pricks at the same time.  

And all the while I was power fucking Jim, he was writhing and moaning and power fucking the little boy whose shitter had cop meat rammed inside.  Little Valentine screamed through several cums before I finally got to the point where I was going to spew, and I told Jim I was going to fill his cunt with my seed and he sure the fuck better be doing the same to the little pussy slut.  I did...and he did.

And we collapsed into a panting, sweating heap of well-fucked man and boy.  But before we could really relax, Valentine, like the good pussy he turned out to be, sucked Jims cock clean, sucked my raunchy meat clean, ate out Jims sloppy, oozing fuck chute, and then gave Jim his very first cum and ass juices kiss.  Jim fucking loved it.

We relaxed for a bit, regaining control of our breath and just playing with our meat, though the kid cunts tiny prick was quickly stiff again.  Fucking slut.  I idly wondered out loud whether Valentines dad had been treating him any different since the...ah...incident.

Chapter 4

Whoa.  It seems hed gone all weird on the poor boy.  Valentine said his dad was always checking up on him, like some sort of jailer, like he was making sure Valentine wasnt doing anything bad.  Like coming into the bathroom when he was peeing or taking a dump, and...doing stuff...until the boy was done, always kind of watching him.  Or being there when he was taking a shower.  Watching him dry his little naked body off.  Not saying anything if Valentine got a little boy stiffie, which always seemed to happen.  Coming into his bedroom almost every night after his mom was asleep.  Touching him a lot more all the time, but especially at night.  Telling him that some little boys didnt like to sleep with anything on, and it was okay if Valentine did that, as long as he didnt let his mom know, cause shed freak out.  Stroking his naked back as he lay belly down, until he went to sleep.

Well, fucking well, as the saying goes.  That gave me a fucking brilliant fucking idea.  I told the almost fucked out pair that we had to get Valentine back.  I got out of bed, padded to the dresser, found what I wanted, went back to the bed and Jim watched as I carefully worked the butt plug into Valentines leaking boy hole.

Valentine, is your dad still at work?  He looked at the digital clock on the cable system and nodded.  You know his number?

He gave it to me and I dialed.  He answered on the second ring and after the confirmation of who he was and who I was I said, Sir, Im afraid my partner and I have a...well, a situation with your son.  As you know were still trying to locate the man who, ah, molested him, and when we stopped by after school to see little Valentine was doing, we found that hed gone to Westland Park.

Dad inhaled sharply at that.  Westland Park was a notorious cruising spot, and not just in the gay community.  And when we arrived, sir, we saw him going into the mens room at the toilet just off Oakdale.

Another, even sharper inhalation.  That toilet is one of the most active places in the city for public sex.  Queers know it, cops know it, and an incredible number of straight men looking for a good sucking know it.  Even students at the local university, the two junior colleges and most of the high schools in the city found their way there to suck and be sucked, and occasionally fuck and be fucked.  But there was kind of an unspoken agreement that no one ever went public with what went on there, no police raids.  It was almost as if the place was just a happy jackoff fantasy...that was quietly fucking real.

We...ah...waited for him to come out, sir.  Actually, for quite a while.  We observed quite a few men going in after your son did, and coming out again later.  How many?  I looked over at Jim and grinned.  He held up his hands.  Ah, that would be seven, sir.

He grunted then.  The kind of grunt men do when their asshole clenches and their belly clenches and they unconsciously shove their hips forward.  Imagining something hot and fucking sexy going on.

Naturally we became worried and when the seventh man left, this time it was a soft groan that he tried to prevent me from hearing, though I knew he had to be thinking about seven men and his precious ten year old son, we went in to find him.  And, well, sir, I think it would be best if you just came over here right now.  I think he really...ah...wants his daddy.

There was a little gulp at my soft emphasis on wants.  Daddy agreed to meet us in fifteen minutes.  I figured hed drive like hell and cut that almost in half.  Fortunately, we were only five minutes from the toilet.  The three of us waited for him there, pussy boy sitting between us, two cop hands caressing his whore boy body while he squirmed delightedly on his butt plug.  Daddy was slow.  It was nine minutes instead of seven and a half before he pulled to an almost screeching halt next to us and almost leaped out of the car.  Naturally we didnt have our hands on the boy when daddy came over and looked through the rolled down window.  To see his precious son sitting between two cops, his legs spread so his naked knees were touching our suit pants, and a very obvious little boy boner tenting his shorts.

Another gulp, this one louder.  But before daddy could speak, I said, Sir, I think it would be best if we dealt with this in the toilet.  Right here is a little too...public.

But.... was all he said.

Dont worry, sir.  No one will disturb us.  I turned the red light on.  No one in his right mind was going to enter even a notorious toilet like this one with an empty cop car outside, lights flashing.  We just kind of steamrolled over any objections he might have tried to make, by getting out of the car, the pussy boy scrambling out after Jim, and the three of us heading for the toilet, daddy only slightly trailing.  Once inside I inhaled the raunchy sleazy smell of men and sweat and cum and piss and futile efforts at disinfecting and not surprisingly got a nice hardon again.  Jim and I took the boy to one of the rusty, dirty, doorless toilet stalls.  The boy went in, stopped facing the toilet, Jim and I stood to either side, looking in, daddy was in the middle with a clear view.

Take off your pants, boy, I said.

Detective! daddy said, his voice shocked and indignant.  But as I suspected, he didnt countermand my order.  I was sure the bright little slut in front of us picked up on that, too, as there was a kind of extra wiggle to that skinny butt as the church school shorts dropped to the filthy floor.

Bend over, kid.

Daddys Jesus! was more reverence for a glorious boy ass than shock at the sight of the obvious butt plug up his young sons shitter.

You can see our...situation...cant you, sir?

Daddy couldnt speak, apparently.  He just nodded.

In view of past...ah...events, we naturally interviewed your son.

Wh...what did he tell you?  Daddy was staring avidly at his bent-over boy.  A quick flick of my eyes downward and it was obvious daddy was either starting to plump up, or had a nice but small boner.

Well, sir, he somewhat proudly told us that he had performed fella...uh, sir, may I speak directly?  Use the language your son used?

Daddy was no dummy.  The narration was just about to devolve from police report formality to street language.  Daddy licked his lips.  Nodded.

Well, sir, he told us that three men had fucked his mouth cunt, fucking his face real hard and making him swallow all their cum.  And three men had fucked his cum dump whore pussy, and the nigger had fucked him at both ends, cumming both times. And hed eaten out their raunchy shit holes and cleaned the cocks that had used his ass.  It was the last one, the seventh man, whod put the butt plug up his pussy, and told him to keep it there so all the man juices and slime would stay up inside until the next man came along to fuck him hard and fast.

Daddy was breathing harder and faster, though he tried to control it.  He still hadnt noticed the cop hardons on each side of him.  We obviously didnt feel it was quite appropriate for us, under the circumstances, to touch your boy, even to remove the plug, which is why we naturally called you.  If were going to do any DNA testing on the cum in his ass, we felt we needed your permission to remove the plug.  Unless youd prefer to do it?

N...no.  Y...you go ahead.

Although I could have done it just bending over, I went down on one knee, angling my body so daddy would have a clear view as I grasped the end of the plug with my finger and thumb and slowly, slowly, slowly extracted it from his young sons kid cunt.  For just a moment Valentines pussy lips showed, the bright red/purple lining of his kid cunt gaping wide as cum and slime oozed out.

Daddys eyes kept darting back and forth between the slimy plug and his sons wide open and slowly closing cunt.  He wasnt really aware of the fact he was licking his lips and squeezing the thick bulge in his pants.  Not surprising.  Sluts like this one tend to have a kind of disorienting effect on men.

Sir, my soft voice drew his focus away from his half naked, cum-dripping son, we also obtained some additional information about your sons recent activities.  A lie, of course, but in the service of obtaining good pedo sex with a young boy, lies are definitely acceptable.

It seems, sir, that ever since that unfortunate...ah...incident at the hotel, your son has regularly been seeking out older men and begging them to molest him.  Pleading with them to, as he puts it, fuck his cum dump pussy holes hard and fast.  And hes had quite a few men willing to take him up on it.  Although he...hmmm...says he cant really recall what they look like, and he never gets any names.

But heres the crux of the matter, and the main reason we felt you urgently needed to be here, and that is that your son has advised us that his main reason for engaging in these, ah, deplorable activities is that you havent been molesting him.  He told us that if he was getting used by you at home, or, well, anywhere you might want to use him, he wouldnt need to be going out looking for older men.

Though, to be honest, sir, in our experience, when you have a really hot little  pussy slut boy like your son, while regular fucking and molesting by his daddy might slow his hunting down a bit, that wont eliminate it entirely.  Now, then.  We can, of course, take your boy to the hospital and start the rape kit and tracking down the rest of his molesters, and expose him to all that publicity and humiliation, or we can turn him over to you.

I...Ill take care of him.

Good, good.  A wise decision by a good father, sir.  Shall I put the plug back in or do you wish to molest him first?

What?  Im not going to....  And then his voice trailed off.  He glanced at Jim.  Then at me.  Caught on to the fact he was in a filthy public toilet with his half naked ten year old son, playing with his own hard cock, flanked by two detectives with...yeah, check that out...really noticeable hardons of their own.

And we all knew what he was going to do (start molesting his own little boy) and not going to do (refrain from molesting his own little boy).  Once again, the kid cunt sealed the deal.  He straightened up and turned around so daddy and the rest of us could see his bald, hard young cocklet.

See, daddy, I got a stiffie.  Just for you.  Please, fuck my pussy boy bottom cunt?  Or let me suck your daddy dick?

Suiting action to words he dropped to his knees, and with recently-turned-expert fingers, unzipped his daddys slacks, reached inside, and fished out his daddys meat.  Fairly impressive.  Six or seven inches, nice and thick.  Cut.  Little Valentine deep throated his daddys dick, bobbing his head up and down several times before pulling off.  The cock was wet and slimy.  He looked up at me and winked.

Please, please, daddy, I need your dick in my hot little cunt.  He turned around, leaned over and braced himself on the toilet seat.  Looked over his shoulder with his patented, innocent boy slut look.  Daddy moved forward in a new-found pedo daze, bent his knees a little and then just shoved daddy dick in to his pubes.  Valentine whimpered.

He dropped his head over the stinking toilet, inhaled and wiggled his ass on his daddys meat, encouraging him to get started with the fucking.  Daddy did.  Valentine moaned blissfully and then looked over his shoulder again.  He clearly saw Jim with his hardon out of his slacks, and obviously figured I was in the same condition.

Daddy, daddy, can I suck the nice officers dicks, huh, can I, please daddy?  I havent ever sucked any cop cock before.  Liar, liar, boy cunt on fire.

It was daddys turn to look back and right at Jims oozing dick, then left to my equally leaking nigger nine.  Thats when it occurred to him that he was actually fucking his own son in public, in a goddamned sleazy toilet, with two cops watching him, who could easily testify they caught him doing this and deny everything about butt plugs and their own hard cocks.  I nodded, stone-faced, when the expression in his eyes said he realized.

Sure, Valentine, whatever you want.

Jim squeezed in first, and Valentine eagerly gobbled his first cop cock down to Jims musky, raunchy pubes.  I handed him the butt plug as he started fucking the kids face, then reached around daddy, undid his belt and pants, and tugged them and his boxer briefs down to the gross floor.  Of course that meant he had to pull out of his sons pussy for a moment, which he wasnt happy about, but then he realized how much better it felt to fuck a boys shit chute while feeling his big hairy balls banging up against that slender butt.

Daddy was so engrossed in the feel of warm, wet, tight boy pussy around his aching daddy meat, that he really wasnt paying too much attention...although enjoying every moment of it...as I squatted and ate out his hole, easing first one and then two fingers inside, gently fingering and fucking and rubbing his prostate. When he was moaning from all the stimulation, I held up my hand, got the plug back, and started forcing it into daddys virgin shithole.  Daddy might have objected more and fought more, but (a) that would have required getting his cock out of his kids cunt in the struggle and (b) Jim swooped down, grabbed his shoulders, and gave him his first man-kiss and man-tongue fucking.  He whined and groaned but it didnt take all that much to get the plug well seated and have daddys ass lips nicely clamped down on it.

After a few more minutes of both-end fucking, Jim pulled out and tucked his still hard meat back inside his pants.  Sorry, kid, he said, just as if he hadnt already bred the boy bitch, but we have to head out.  He gave me a kind of weird go-the-fuck-along-with-me look and I agreed we did, indeed, have to head out.

But after I got my own cock back inside, I used my fingers to rotate the butt plug inside daddy, causing him to moan and to fuck a little bit harder.  Yeah, kiddo, well definitely be back to get some of that young pussy of yours.  Probably a lot.  You know, to help your dad keep you satisfied.

Nothing much daddy could really say to that so he wisely kept his mouth shut.  Im sure hed figured out that after this little moment, his whore son was going to be used not only by daddy but by two cops including a big-dicked nigger.  Maybe he hoped he could limit it to that, but I had something else in mind.

Sure enough, there was a moderate crowd outside when we walked out of the john.  No more than moderate because most men cruising this toilet didnt want to risk anyone outside finding out they were sucking dick or getting sucked.  But there were two other cars not too close to mine and daddys, and a total of five men over near the picnic tables, trying to look like they werent curious as all fuck about the empty cop car with the flashing lights.

We walked over to the car and I turned the lights off.  Thought for all of a millionth of a second whether I was really going to do it and decided I was.  I tilted my head toward the group and we started walking in that direction.  Which gave them all a fucking big decision to make.  Run and signal guilt about something.  Or try to be casual about the departure.  Or just brazen it out.  They all decided on brazen in the short time available.

We stopped a foot or so from the one sitting on the table.  Four whites, one Latino.  Ages from high school (the somewhat fat Latino, probably a cocksucker from the looks of him) to mid to late sixties.  I gave them my best smile.  That eased the tension.  Of course, what I said next brought it right back.  Any of you guys into boy pussy?

Christ but I love shocking the shit out of some motherfuckers.  Especially since they didnt dare say anything in case this was a sting and we were wired.  

No, seriously, guys.  Theres a seven year old in the john getting fucked by his daddy.  Yeah, true, his real daddy.  We checked his ID and everything.  Kids a great cocksucker, isnt he?  I looked at Jim who nodded and clearly agreed.  He even cooperated and groped his crotch, grabbing the cloth so they could all see his hardon.

Kids a real slut.  Likes getting his cunt holes bred.  The more men the better.  And since daddys got a plug up his hairy ass, you can probably get a piece of that, too.  Were done, but just thought you guys would want to know.  Later!

I groped my own slacks so they could see my hardon, and then we turned and walked away.  Naturally they didnt move until they saw us driving off, and even then they were hesitant, but the Latino was too young and too horny to be cautious.  As soon as it was clear we were in fact on our way away, I could see him in the rear view mirror making a fucking beeline for the entrance.  There was a brief pause and then the rest followed.

Daddy might try to tough it out and refuse to let the five molest his precious fuckholes holes, but on the other hand, the odds were theyd mention the cops who recommended his sons pussies, and hed probably get the (correct) idea that said cops wanted him to share.  Damn, this had been a fucking fun day.

Chapter 5

As we hit the park exit, Jim said, Hey, head over to Highland and Fourth.  I came to get you for a reason, and we might as well take care of it before heading back to get my car.  I nodded and followed his directions, reaching over to fondle his stiff meat occasionally, telling him how good it was gonna feel with his mouth wrapped around my cock.  He just spread his legs and enjoyed.

We parked the car illegally...although actually no parking is illegal for a cop...and Jim directed me down a filthy alley that smelled even worse than the park toilet.  But then, there was a lot more stuff around to add to the smell.  He pointed toward an archway to the left, stopped with a muttered fucking phone as I saw him reach to his belt to grab it.  I went ahead, stepped through, stood in the dimness of the arch and looked at a small courtyard or something backing up to one of the buildings.  It was bright with late afternoon sun, although shadowed in places besides the arch.  It was also empty.  I was about to turn around with a joking what the fuck? for my partner, when I felt a fucking hard blow to the back of my skull and collapsed onto my knees.

Dizzy, surprised, close to passing out, I still managed to get a sort-of shout out to my partner before a heavy foot landed hard in the middle of my back and forced me the rest of the way, belly down in the debris and garbage and filth of the pavement.  I heard a gun cock and a harsh whisper told me to put my hands behind my back.  Any second now Jim would finish his call and find me, so I cooperated, then felt handcuffs snap tight around my wrists.  Painfully tight.

I kept myself calm, tried to regain control of my breathing.  But what little breath I had just completely the fuck vanished when the voice said, Get the fuck up, asshole.

Jims voice.

I was so shocked I let him manhandle me upright without a fight.  Which just got me shoved face first into the wall.  I managed to turn my head so that the side was resting against the grime and grit of the bricks.  I was going to speak up but something stopped me.  The point of a knife against my ass.

Undoubtedly Jims knife.  A six inch double edger, totally against department regs, kept in a sheath at his back.  Except when it wasnt.  Like now.  Now when it was pressed hard enough against my right cheek that I could feel the tip that had gone through my slacks.  It hadnt broken skin but the slightest bit more pressure and it would.

I opened my mouth to say something, and the inhalation must have warned him because his left forearm slammed against my upper back, pressing me into the wall.  Mouth shut, you fucking nigger motherfucker.

Whoa.  Major change there.  Hed never said, or done anything like this before.  Time to get out of this.  Except....  I may look like a ghetto reject nigger thug, act like one from time to time, but even nigger thugs can figure out when to shut up and not move.  One of those times is if a loaded gun is pressed to your head.  Another is when a really pissed-off partners incredibly sharp knife is poking through your slacks along the back seam.  Slicing it open really.  So that any sudden movement could mean the point would slice not only through your crack but up inside you.  I did my best Elmer Fudd and stayed vewy, vewy still.

There was a brief ripping sound and a good part of my butt was exposed to the air.

Shit!

There was a noticeable sound of spit...with only one obvious place for it to go.

Triple shit!

My fucking whacked out partner was gonna rape my nigger ass.  It wasnt like Id never had dick up there before.  My daddy, my granddaddy and my uncles fucked my boy pussy, from a very early age, whenever they needed a hot tight little hole to dump their cum, whether because the women in their lives werent putting out, or putting out often enough, or just because they were damned pedos who liked kid cunt, especially boy kid cunt.  But thered been no prick there since I was thirteen...twenty fucking seven years.  So I was practically a virgin.

I was a damn sight bigger than Jim.  Stronger.  Knew how to fight really, really dirty, the kind of street fighting no white boy could ever know.  I could pound his fucking ass into the dirt.  Against that were five things:  a fucking knife, handcuffs, a fucking knife, a berserk partner, and oh yeah, a fucking knife.

But unless Jim was really all the fucking way gone, as in lock his ass in psycho ward gone, he had to know what was gonna happen to him if he actually went through with this.  Once I got loose.  So fuck him.  I could take whatever shit he could give out.  I wasnt a complete virgin like hed been, I knew what to expect, I wasnt going to scream like he did, some high pitched girlie scream when he dicked me.

And I didnt.

When he nudged my asshole and then rammed his white meat into my nigger ass as hard as his hips could shove, I screamed like a little girl...with a very deep voice.  Christ damn shit fuck I dont think getting shot a couple years back hurt as much as his barely lubed meat ramming into my remade nigger man pussy.

Lucky for me he paused when his balls slapped my butt.  He moved his hips just a little, his left arm still pressing me against the wall, the right with that fucking knife point gently against my side...and fuck if my ass didnt remember how it had been all those years ago, how fucking much I loved dick in my boi pussy, how easy it was after a while to rearrange my cunt muscles to accommodate any size dick that wanted to use me.

And my bastard partner felt it.  Felt my fucking traitor body relaxing around his cock, molding my pussy to his meat, even pulsing on it to make it better for him.

Whoa, ho! he said, vicious glee in his voice.  Youve had cock in your cunt before, havent you?  When I didnt respond he eased off the pressure on my back, I instinctively responded by moving away from the wall and he slammed me back into it.  Whos been up there before, nigger...or is it a matter of who hasnt?

Its kind of hard talking with the side of your face mashed against a filthy brick wall, but I didnt have much option at that point.  My daddy.

Jim started moving his meat around.  Fuck it felt good.  Not that I was going to admit that.  Jim had met my daddy, sixty-six and still going strong.  His voice was shocked when he asked, Your father is the one dicking you?

My automatic, abrupt denial was damned stupid.  Because that led to the obvious question of when my daddy was dicking me if not now.  Jim was not stupid.  He began moving his dick in my shitter nice and easy.  I fucking refused to whimper.  And I didnt.  Much.  How old, boy, when your daddy started dicking you?

T...two.  Now the bastard nigger fucker had me stammering.  And remembering.  Things I hadnt thought of in years, hell, in decades, at least not until there was an arrogant prick in my cunt again, using me.

Holy shit.  Jims voice was awed, and he fucked me a little harder.  My own meat was hard.  Hurting hard.  And down the left leg of my slacks where I couldnt do anything about my bodys desperate urge to have someone, something, any fucking one, working my cock over.  You like being dicked that young, boy?

I remembered.  Remembered how much I had loved sucking my daddys dick and swallowing down his daddy juices even though I couldnt get all of his cock in my mouth and throat.  Daddy was...is, I guess...bigger than me, or at least as I am now.  Remembered how much my little boy pussy had hurt when daddy fucked me for the first time, how Id wailed and howled and begged him to stop.  How daddy was relentless.  Remembered him telling me that the first time a boy was molested, when his butt cherry was taken, he had to hurt, so that hed understand his position, that what a little boy wanted wasnt important, that the only important thing was what the man using him wanted, that he needed the pain so hed remember his first fuck the rest of his life.  

Remembered how hed kept me all to himself for nearly a year, his very own baby boy cum dump, my boi cunt slowly becoming accustomed to daddys meat, except when daddy needed a quick and rough fuck.  Then it hurt again, though never as bad as the first few times.  Remembered how hed casually offered me to granddaddy one day, my third birthday.  How hard he got watching granddaddy pork me with his fat prick, a lot shorter than daddys dick, but much bigger around.  More pain and screaming, for daddy and granddaddy to enjoy.  And me, too.  By then I got turned on knowing that the hurting was turning on my daddy; it made my not so little dickie all hard and sent me into dry cum after dry cum.  A month or so later I got used to my granddaddys dick, and after that I could handle any of the men who eventually used me.

That was a fucking lot of men.  My uncles dicked me, of course.  For a while I was the only little boy in the family, but then I suddenly had a little boy cousin.  Uncle Tyrone got religion, or maybe just greedy, and tried to keep Jamal all to himself, or not allow him to be used at all.  Didnt work exactly well.  Daddy got Jamals cherry, too, while granddaddy and the others made Uncle Tyrone watch.  Didnt even wait for his second birthday.

Watching is a thing in our family.  Turned out daddy in particular got off on watching other men molest his baby son.  Use his little boys pussies at both ends while he jacked and said obscene things that turned everyone on even more, and when they were all done with me, hed jack off on me, or use me, too.  He took me to the usual places where youd expect to find pedos interested in molesting little boys.  Bushes and clearings and trails in the parks, toilets in the parks, in hotels, in malls, in theaters, down by the docks where the hustlers worked, who all got pissed at the loss of income when daddy showed up with his naked little slut, but who were never slow about taking their turn on my body.  His favorite place, though, was the train yards and the men who rode the rails.  Hed show up when a long freight train would pull in, find the car with four, five, six riders and get on, dragging my naked little body with him, drop a blanket on the floor and offer my holes to the filthy sweaty stinking men.  They fucking loved it.  I did, too.

I told Jim all this as he fucked me, turning us both on even more.  Christ, Id truly forgotten how much this nigger thug loved getting dicked.  Although it was obvious to Jim with the way I was cooperating all to hell with my rape. So much so I finally begged him...yeah, fucking begged my partner...to work my meat.  Bastard knew I was too far gone to fight him any more so he reached in front with his left hand, but instead of unzipping and getting his hand in to jack me, the prick son of a bitch held my cock out of the way and then used his goddamn knife to slice my pants open right next to the zipper.  I could feel him reaching behind his back to put the knife away, and then his right hand came around, and through the slit, to grab my meat and start stroking.  I could feel loads of precum oozing out.  And then the fucking shithead motherfucking bastard cocksucker just worked my cock so it was pointed up towards my belly...and pulled his hand out!

Fuck yourself against the wall, nigga.

And I did.  Even through the fabric I could feel the dirt and grit, the rough edges of the brick and the cement holding them together as I ground my hips against the wall, while Jim the fucking prick bastard just kept a steady fuck stroke in and out of my cunt, ignoring the fact someone could open a goddamned door in the courtyard, walk down the alley and through the arch and look left to see us.  Bad enough to risk your career and freedom fucking kids in private, but two cops fucking in daylight in an alley?  Same fucking result.

Perverts that we were, we were obviously turned on by the risk.  Jim began pumping faster, working my cunt muscles and my prostate, getting me panting, spewing obscenities about using my cunt for a cum dump on stakeouts or whenever the fuck he was horny; making me bend over in front of the computer while we fucked and watched kiddy porn, little boys, young little boys on the screen getting molested and used by men, by lots of men.  I knew I was getting close; I could hear his breathing accelerate, and then the fucking bastard sent me over the edge by leaning in close so no one could hear if they suddenly stepped out that door or around the corner.  Were gonna fuck my boys, partner.  Yeah, gonna let you fuck that cop dick into one of my boys virgin pussies, molest the little shit hole, turn him into a boy cum dump for his daddy.  And I get to watch you do it, same as you watch me taking the others one cherry cunt first, watching me get my white daddy meat into my little boys kid pussy, then you get to molest my other boy, ram that nigger thug dick into his tight white shitter, and fucking rape him.  You know how old my baby boys are, nigger?

And when he told me they were five and two, that I was going to get five year old white cherry cunt, while daddy Jim dicked the two year old, I fucking exploded like I hadnt goddamned cum at all that day.  My cunt muscles rippled and squeezed and then I could hear him grunting and holding his spasming cock up inside me while spurts of seed splashed my cunt walls.  We stood there gasping, him pressed against me, me pressed against the wall, as our cocks softened and his meat slid out of my hole.  He stepped back and I stepped away from the wall.  Christ, but Jim was hot when he fucking let himself go.

He looked down at my crotch and grinned.  It was obviously ripped, though not flapping open like the rear, and I could feel the wet stains of cum all over.  I opened my mouth to say something about the goddamned cuffs, but he just said, Oh, one more thing.... and raised his hands, put them on my shoulders, and pressed.  Not hard enough to force me down, which would have been damned difficult if I resisted.  But I didnt.

I remembered how my men used to like me cleaning their dicks after theyd fucked me; how much I enjoyed it.  I decided to try it again.  I eased myself down to my knees, took his mostly soft prick in my mouth and licked and slurped to get it clean of spit, and cum, and ass juices.  It only took a few seconds, and Jim sighed, his cock in my throat, his hands gently on my head.

Oh...actually theres one more thing, he said, and his grip tightened.  The fucking bastard started pissing!  Well, it wasnt like it hadnt been done to me before, so I just started swallowing and enjoying.  When he realized I wasnt going to fight this either, Jims body relaxed.  Man, nigger, gonna be so hot not to piss in a cup on a stakeout, or get out of the car.  Just a hot urinal mouth on a pissing c....

His body stiffened up again and he shut up.  I think that was about the time he realized that everything hed done to me, he was going to have to do for me, including being his nigger partners piss cup.  But that didnt stop the piss flow.  When he was finally done, he eased his cock out of my mouth, tucked it back inside and zipped up.  The prick bastard looked almost as neat as he had when he walked in on me fucking ten year old slut Valentine.  I could tell...feel, actually...what I looked like.  Like Id been fucking raped, ridden rough and hard, and enjoyed it so much I spooged my slacks.

He helped me up with a hand under an elbow to balance me, moved around behind me and unlocked, removed the cuffs.  I turned to face him, rubbing my wrists lightly.  There was kind of an awkward moment, I mean, what do you say when youve basically raped your partner, even though you cant really rape a willing nigger slut?  Im more of a fuck that shit mindset.  Before he could think of anything to say or do, it was my turn to grab his shoulders, pull him close, and swoop in to kiss him, forcing him to open his lips and then accept the start of the almost-made-me-gag huge mouthful of his own piss that Id held back.

Jim started to cough or gag and struggled for a split second like he was trying to pull away, but I really wasnt all that interested in making him drink that much of his piss anyway.  It had another purpose.  I opened my mouth and spat it out, splashing his face, his jacket, his shirt...all the while I was grinding my stained, cum-wet slacks against his pristine ones.

He looked stunned for a moment as he tilted his head down and considered his wet, piss-smelly face and upper body, his cum stained and smelling slacks.  He looked back up at me and grinned.  I grinned back.  We headed back to the car, our good luck holding and no one saw us.  I put the key in the ignition, started to turn it, stopped.  Looked at him.  You serious back there?

He played dumb and said, About using you...okay, okay, shithead, about us using each other...on stakeouts?  Fuck, yeah.

I shook my head.  No, asshole, the more important thing.  You really gonna let me molest your five year old, pump this fat nigger dick into his tiny hole and breed him like a white cum dump slut, while you watch and fuck your two year old?

His face lit up with the fuck lust Ive seen in the mirror, in the eyes of other pedos, as they, we, imagine a kid fuck scene, knowing that it was actually going to come true.  He just nodded.

The images of side-by-side daddy-son, cop-son cherry busting fucking even made my dick twitch again, despite the fact my balls ought to be shriveled and drier than the fucking nearest desert.  I said in my best nigger-speak, Man, you one bad mothafuckin cop, boy.

He smiled and said, Well, nigger, I figure one bad cop....

He paused, and grinning, we finished together, ...deserves another.

I started the car. 

