Date: Sun, 19 Dec 2004 18:24:27 -0500
From: Captain Swing <CaptSwing@webtv.net>
Subject: Officer Murphy--Part 3

I couldn't wait to tell Eddie what Pauly had told me about fucking
Murphy, but I had to.  Winter struck hard, and I was stuck at home; it
was too cold and snowy to roam the streets.  I worried about Eddie in
that kind of weather, but he didn't really have to sleep on the street.
He did have a home, after all, shitty as it was, so I hoped he'd be all
right.  Meanwhile, I just stayed in my house with my right hand, jerking
off in a frenzy.

It was over a week later that I met up with Eddie again.  He was under
the overpass, a place we hung out sometimes but one I liked to avoid,
because some of the older, hardcore bums hung out there too.  But the
only person there besides Eddie was Toad, which pissed me off, because I
didn't want to tell Pauly's story with his brother there. In any case,
Toad spoke up before I had a chance to say anything.

"Where ya been, Tommy?  You should have been around yesterday.  Me and
Eddie met up with that queer cop Murphy and he sucked our dicks right in
the front seat of his cop car.  It was fucking unbelievable."

I stopped in my tracks and an instant chill seemed to fill my head and
my chest.  I couldn't explain it, but Toad's words made me suddenly
furious, as mad as I'd ever been.  What right did he have to be with
Eddie, getting blown, instead of me?  Eddie was MY friend.  Murphy was
OUR cocksucker.  I should have been there, not Toad.  Eddie shouldn't
have done it without me.  Murphy shouldn't have done it with Toad.  At
the same time as these thoughts were running through my head, I knew
they were ridiculous.  It wasn't anybody's fault but mine that I hadn't
been there.  Nobody had excluded me deliberately, it was just my bad
luck.  Toad and Eddie hadn't done anything wrong and I had no reason at
all to be mad, but I was anyway.  I tried to hide it but I still
seethed, and my irrational anger focussed on Toad as he jabbered on,
giving me all the gory details on what had happened the day before.  I
could hardly pay attention to what he was saying, but when he said that
Eddie's dick had slipped out of Murphy's mouth while he was shooting and
Eddie's cum had squirted all down the front of Murphy's uniform I
thought my head would explode.

I tried to control myself, but Toad made the mistake of trying what
would otherwise have been a harmless joke.  "It's probably just as well
you weren't there, Tommy.  Murphy wouldn't have wanted to suck your
little dick anyway."

I jumped up and grabbed Toad by the coat and threw him on the ground.
"Fuck you, you fucking asshole. I'm going to knock your fucking teeth
down your fucking throat."  I jumped on top of him and started slugging
away.  I wasn't much of a fighter, usually, but neither was Toad, and my
anger, coupled with his astonishment, made it a one-sided fight.  He was
defenseless and I punched him in a fury until Eddie finally pulled me
away.

"Jesus Christ, Tommy, stop it!  What the fuck's the matter with you?  He
didn't mean anything by it .  It was just a joke!  Chill out!  For
Chrissake.  Stop it!"

I got up and just stood there, breathing hard, my head spinning.  Eddie
helped Toad get up; he was more scared than hurt, but there was a little
bit of blood coming from his nose.  He was crying and I wanted to cry
too.  Nobody said much, but I could read resentment and wariness in the
looks Toad and Eddie kept aiming at me.  Finally we all had calmed down,
Toad had stopped crying, and we sat back down on the wall.

Eddie spoke first.  "What the fuck was that all about?"

I shrugged.  "He doesn't need to say shit like that all the time."  It
was a pitifully lame excuse and we all knew it, but Eddie and Toad
accepted it as enough to put the incident behind us, for the moment at
least.  Toad could be a real asshole, but he was basically harmless and
I was already feeling sorry for beating him up.  We tried to carry on a
conversation for a while, but it was useless and before long we all
split.

I felt bad about what had happened, but I was still angry about missing
out on he cocksucking session with Murphy.  I realized that what I
missed the most was watching Eddie get blown and seeing him shoot his
load all over Murphy's uniform.  It gradually dawned on me that what I
was feeling wasn't so much anger as jealousy.  I didn't like sharing
Eddie and his sexlife with Toad.  That was crazy, I knew, and I pushed
the idea to the back on my mind.

I saw Eddie again a few days later and he was alone, no Toad in sight.
He looked up at me warily as I approached.  "You okay?"

"Yeah."  I didn't want to talk about what had happened with Toad, and
Eddie sensed that.  Neither of us brought the subject up.  Instead, I
told Eddie what Pauly had told me about fucking Murphy.  Eddie was soon
as caught up in the story as I had been, and my excitement returned as I
retold it.  The recent unpleasantness was forgotten, and Eddie and I
were back as close as ever.  He wanted me to repeat certain parts of the
story and when I was done he just shook his head.

"Man, that's just unbelievable.  I mean, I knew Murphy was queer, but to
actually let Pauly stick his dick up his ass is just....I don't know.
And Pauly's dick is huge!  Didn't that hurt?"

"I don't know.  Pauly said Murphy loved it and wanted him to do it
harder, so I guess not."  I finally said out loud what had been running
through my head for days.  "Hey Eddie, maybe Murphy'd let you fuck him
too.  Why don't you ask him?"

Eddie was horrified, or pretended to be. "Fuck no!  Why don't you ask
him?"

"He's your friend."

"Bullshit.  I don't have no cop friends."

"Well, he likes you."

"Like hell.  The only thing he likes is this."  Eddie grabbed his crotch
and gave it a good squeeze.  The sight gave me a little thrill. I wished
he'd do it again.

"That's enough.  Maybe he likes your dick so much he'd like it stuck up
his ass."

Eddie laughed and made a dismissive noise, but the idea must have
intrigued him a little.  I know he kept thinking about it, because he
brought it up a few times over the next few days.  We agreed that it
might be cool, but it would only happen if Murphy brought it up first.
Neither of us would have the nerve.

It was a sunny but bitterly cold day when we saw Murphy again.  He
picked us up around the corner from the arcade and let us sit in his car
for a while, appreciating the heater.  He didn't make any move toward
blowing us, but I figured that was on his mind.  He was on his break so
he wasn't in a hurry.  I wasn't even thinking about our discussions of
fucking him; I was too excited about the idea of getting blown again
and, to be honest, watching Eddie get blown.  Eddie must have been
thinking about it though, and somehow mustered the nerve.  Sort of.

"Hey, Murphy.  Tommy said he heard you let kids fuck you in the ass
sometimes and he wondered if you'd let him do it."

I thought my heart would stop.  The little bastard !  Why'd he have to
blame me?  Murphy turned and glared at me with a look colder than the
wind outside the car.

"I never... He's lying....I didn't...I never said..."  I tried to
stammer a defense.  Murphy knew who the real culprit was, though, and
turned back to Eddie.

"You know, Eddie, your smart mouth is going to get you in deep shit
someday.  Serious deep shit."

Even Eddie was afraid he'd gone too far.  "I didn't mean nothing.  I'm
just joking with you.  I mean, that's what some guys say, but if you say
it's bullshit, then it's just bullshit.  I figured it probably was.
Forget it."

Murphy was silent for a few minutes, staring at Eddie with a look I
couldn't read.  It wasn't his typical cop glare.  He reached in the
pocket of Eddie's coat and pulled out his cigarettes and lighter, and
helped himself to one.  Eddie grumbled a little but Murphy ignored him.
He smoked the cigarette, still staring at Eddie, occasionally glancing
at me.  He finished and threw the butt out the window.

"You serious, Eddie?"

Eddie's eyes widened in surprise, but he understood what Murphy was
asking.  "I don't know.  I guess. If you want to, yeah.  I guess so.
Yeah."

"Tomorrow afternoon.  Four o'clock.  Meet me by the Shell station on
Parkside."

"Tommy, too?"

Murphy looked at me.  "If you want. Yeah, Tommy too.  Now get out, both
of you."

Eddie and I stood on the curb and watched Murphy drive away.  We turned
and looked at each other, disbelief filling our faces.

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