Date: Sat, 18 Dec 2004 18:21:35 -0500
From: Captain Swing <CaptSwing@webtv.net>
Subject: Officer Murphy Part 2

My afternoon with Eddie behind the warehouse, getting our dicks sucked
by the city Police Department's Finest, obsessed me for the next few
weeks.  I forgot my troubles, most of the time, and focussed on what had
happened.  Needless to say, I jerked off like a madman, rerunning the
events of that afternoon in my mind.  The strongest image, the one that
I pictured the most, was Officer Murphy on his knees, chowing down on
Eddie's cock as if his life depended on it.  My own blowjob had felt
great, of course, but it was over so quickly and it had been more a
matter of feeling, rather than seeing.  The visual image that lingered
was of Eddie and the cop.

The next time I saw Eddie a cold rain was falling and he was huddled in
one of our regular spots, the doorway of a long-closed dry cleaner,
wrapped tightly in his army coat.  Objectively, he looked even more
pathetic than usual, but I didn't see him that way.  I saw him as the
cocky little stud who'd leaned back against the warehouse wall, grinning
as he fed his meat to the ravenous cop and shot his load down his
throat.  I'd always been a little bit in awe of Eddie, even as I felt
sorry for him, but now I felt a new respect for him.  Granted, the cop
had blown me too, but that seemed almost an afterthought; Eddie was the
one whose sexual power had dominated the situation.  That gave me a
strange new feeling toward him, one I couldn't quite define.

I also couldn't understand why Murphy did what he did.  As a cop, he had
power over almost everybody, and yet he got on his knees and sucked
powerless thirteen year old boys' cocks, demanding nothing really in
return.  Why?  What was in it for him?  I thought about cocksucking in
general:  it seemed such a humiliating thing to do and yet Murphy, and
apparently other guys, seemed to love it.  I wondered what it was like,
sucking a cock, what the appeal was.  I quickly decided to think about
something else when I realized what I was really wondering was "I wonder
what it would be like to suck EDDIE'S cock."

The other thing that lingered in my mind, and the one I brought up with
Eddie the next time I saw him, was his comment about Pauly fucking
Murphy in the ass.  We were trying to stay dry, sharing a smoke in the
doorway and I had to ask him.

"Did Pauly really tell you he fucked Murphy?"

"Toad said he did  He said Pauly told him."

"That's a different story.  Toad's such a fucking liar you can't believe
anything he says."

"I know.  That's why I said I wasn't sure it was true.  But I don't know
why Toad would make up something like that.  And you'd think if he was
lying he'd say that he fucked Murphy himself, not Pauly."

"That's true.  You never asked Pauly himself?"

Eddie shrugged. "I didn't really care, one way or the other."

I didn't really know why I cared, but I did.  The idea of any kid,
especially one as small as Pauly, ramming his dick up the big cop's ass
seemed preposterous, yet for some reason I couldn't get it out of my
head.  After all, it seemed preposterous that Murphy would get on his
knees behind an abandoned warehouse and blow two snot-nosed little kids
like Eddie and me, but I'd seen that with my own eyes.  So maybe it was
true.  The only way to find out was to ask Pauly.

The problem was I didn't really know Pauly all that well and wasn't sure
I had the nerve.  He'd never been nasty to me, but he was three years
older and we didn't hang out much together.  Our only real connection
was through Toad, and I certainly didn't want to get him involved.
Indirectly, however, Toad solved the problem.  I was walking home alone
one day from the 7-11 when I ran into Pauly.

"Have you seen Todd?"  Pauly was the only one who called his brother by
his real name.

I told Pauly I'd seen Toad an hour or so earlier.  "He said he was on
his way home.  He had to do homework or something."

Pauly made a disgusted noise.  "He's so full of shit.  Him do
homework--that'll be the day."

This had to be my opening.  I took a deep breath.  "Pauly, can I ask you
something?  It's something Toad said."

"What?"

It was now or never.  "He said you fucked Officer Murphy in the ass. Is
that true?"

"Oh, go fuck yourself, Tommy."  Pauly turned and started to walk away.

"Please, Pauly, I'm not trying to be a smartass or anything, I just
wondered if it's true.  I won't tell anybody or anything.  Really.
Please?"

Pauly looked at me with bafflement.  "Why do you care so much."

I was honest.  "I don't know.  I just do.  Murphy blew Eddie and me the
other week and Eddie told me Toad said you had fucked him and we
couldn't believe it and I just really wondered if it was true."

Pauly shook his head with a sort of disgusted grin on his face and
finally answered.  "Yeah it's true."

"Tell me about it Pauly, please.  Please."

"Jesus, Tommy, chill out.  All right, for God's sake, if it means that
much to you.  Give me a cigarette."

I handed him the pack and could hardly wait as he lit one up and settled
himself down on an overturned garbage can

"It was about six months ago, just before he went to Western.  I got
picked up by some other asshole cops who were investigating some
bullshit robbery.  They took me down to the station and put me through
the usual bullshit but I didn't know anything about it and they knew
that so they let me go finally.  I was leaving the station when Murphy
came by.  He was going off duty and he asked me if I wanted a ride home.
I figured he really just wanted to blow me, but that was okay, I figured
he'd take me home afterwards.  So we get in his car--his own car, not
his cop car-- and we're driving and he asks me if I want to stop by his
apartment.  I figure that's where he's going to blow me so I say okay.

"He lives in those apartments over by where the fairgrounds used to be.
So we go in; it's not a bad place but he's got hardly any furniture.  I
think he's only lived there since he and his wife split up. Anyway, I'm
sitting on the couch and he doesn't make any kind of move on me, just
kind of looks at me funny.  Then he asks if I want a beer!  A
cop---giving me a beer!  I say sure and he gives me the beer but he's
still just looking at me.  I finish the beer and I'm thinking this is
getting kind of weird so I like spread my legs apart and say 'Are we
gonna go now, or....'  He still just looks at me and finally says flat
out 'How would you like to fuck me?'

"I can't believe my ears.  I'm like 'What?!?'  He says 'You don't have
to, but come on, you'll love it, it'll feel great, it'll be better than
a blowjob' and all this bullshit.  I say 'Come on man,why don't you just
blow me?'  I mean really:  fuck a guy in the ass?  Especially Murphy?
But he still goes on and on trying to persuade me and I start thinking
'Well, why not?  I've fucked chicks in the ass before and it felt good
and, well, if you come right down to it,  how many guys can say they've
fucked a cop up the ass?'  So I finally agree and he takes me in the
bedroom.  He tells me to take my clothes off, which I think is pretty
weird, but I realize it'll be a lot easier, so I do.  He goes in the
bathroom and I'm laying on the bed, just kind of playing with my dick.

"Finally he comes out of the bathroom and he's taken his clothes off and
Jesus!  He's just so fucking big!  He looks like a fucking oak tree or
something.  I'm wondering 'How am I ever gonna fuck this?'  And his
little dick is sticking straight out like a toothpick.  Did you see his
dick?"

Pauly's story has left me speechless.  I can only nod.  He goes on .

"So I'm laying there and he's standing there and it's like neither of us
knows what to do next so I say again 'Why not just blow me?' but he says
no and gets on the bed on his knees and sticks his big old ass in the
air and there it is.  I'm gonna fuck Murphy's asshole.  I get behind him
and get lined up.  His asshole is all shiny wet looking so I figure he's
put some kind of grease or something on it. Now I ain't that big a guy,
but my dick's pretty big I guess, and it's a good thing or I probably
could never have even reached his asshole.  His ass is  just so big,
just like the rest of him.  Not fat, really, just big, and hard.  It was
like fucking an elephant.  But I get in the right position and start to
stick it in and I go right on in with no problem at all.  He was tight,
a lot tighter than a cunt, but with the grease and all I just pushed all
the way in, in one long stroke.  He grunted but it was more like a
feels-good grunt than an it-hurts grunt.  So that was it:  I just
started fucking him.  It felt good and he seemed to like it too.
Fucking queer. I started going slow, then faster and faster, and harder
and harder, and the harder I did it the more he seemed to like it.
Finally I was slamming in to him as hard as I possibly could.  If I ever
fucked a chick that hard she'd be in the hospital.  My stomach was
slapping against his ass so loud they probably heard us next door.  But
he never budged.  He just took it all, as much as I could give, and
wanted more. And my cock was just loving it, tight and hot and smooth
and slippery.  Finally I rammed in as deep and hard as I could and shot
a big huge load into his guts.  Man, I was beat.  I felt like I'd run
five miles.  I fell back on the bed.  There was this disgusting slurp
when my dick pulled out of his ass and I saw some of my cum dribbling
out.  There wasn't any shit, though, thank God.

"Murphy had been jerking off his little thing while I fucked him and he
shot a big load too, on his bed.  We laid there for a few minutes then I
got up and started to get dressed.  He asked if I wanted to take a
shower but I just wanted to get home.  So he cleaned up a little and got
dressed and took me home.  And that was the end of that.  I'd just
fucked Officer Murphy, the famous queer cop."  Pauly grinned at me. "Bet
I told you more than you wanted to know, didn't I?"

"No. Not at all  Thanks, Pauly."  I wondered about something.  "You
never did it again?"

"I never saw him again.  He got transferred right after that.  I think
maybe he knew he was going to be transferred and that's why he did it
He probably figured if the story got around it wouldn't matter 'cause
he'd be gone. I just heard the other day that he's back, but I haven't
seen him."

"I won't tell anybody, Pauly."

He shrugged.  "It doesn't matter.  Murphy had to know I'd tell people.
He didn't even ask me not to.  And once I told Todd, everybody was going
to find out sooner or later."

"So you don't care if I tell Eddie what you told me?"

He shrugged again.  "Knock yourself out."  He got up to leave. "I gotta
go.  See ya, Tommy.  And if you see that fucking Todd tell him to get
his ass home."

"Okay.  See ya, Pauly.  And thanks."

I was still stunned by what Pauly had told me.  I couldn't wait to tell
Eddie and hear what his take on the story was.  But first things first.
I hurried down the next alley and ducked behind a Dumpster.  I quickly
unzipped and fished my poor hard aching dick out of its trap.  It took
about three short strokes to relieve the sweet pain in my balls and send
four or five creamy jets of cum onto the garbage-strewn ground.

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