Date: Tue, 21 Dec 2004 16:15:10 -0500
From: Captain Swing <CaptSwing@webtv.net>
Subject: Officer Murphy---Part Four

Eddie and I were both at the Shell station---where the Shell station
used to be, actually--- the next day at four.  In fact, we were both
early.  Eddie was more excited than I'd ever seen him.

"You believe it, Tommy?  That big doofus is really going to let us fuck
him.  You believe it?"

"I know, Eddie.  Amazing, isn't it?"  Actually I'd been having mixed
feelings ever since Murphy made his invitation.  I was really excited
about finally fucking somebody.  I'd fooled around with a girl a few
times ( once we'd had our pants down and I had actually squirted my
sperm in the general direction of her pussy)  but I couldn't honestly
say I'd fucked her.  And the idea of fucking a cop was pretty cool:  as
Pauly had said, how many guys could say they'd done that?  But while the
whole idea was appealing, it was the specifics that bothered me.  I
didn't really like Murphy.  And the physical reality of it--actually
putting my penis in his (presumably) hairy shithole--was kind of
disgusting.

But Eddie's excitement was infectious and I was soon really looking
forward to our adventure.  Eddie grabbed his crotch a few times,
boasting about the royal fucking he was going to give Murphy, and I
thought about his dick.  I'd only seen it hard for a few seconds before
it disappeared into Murphy's mouth, but the image had never left my
mind.  I wanted to see it again, see it slamming into Murphy,  I
wouldn't have missed being with Eddie that afternoon for anything. But
still I had butterflies in my stomach.

Murphy drove up right at four and we got in.  I don't know much about
cars but it was a pretty nice one, Japanese I think, a Honda or a
Toyota.  Eddie sat next to Murphy, with me by the door.

"You kids hungry?  You wanna go to McDonalds?"

I expected Eddie to say "No, I wanna fuck," but he wasn't going to turn
down a meal.  McDonalds was a pretty big treat for me too; my Mom didn't
have the money to go out to eat much.  Plus, I was kind of glad to put
off the main event for a little while.

Instead of going to the nearest McDonalds, Murphy drove to one a few
miles away, on the edge of one of the nicer suburbs.  I wondered why,
then realized he probably didn't want anybody he knew to see him with a
couple of kids.  He told us to get whatever we wanted, so we both had
burgers and fries while Murphy just had a Coke,  Eddie wolfed his meal
down so quickly Murphy bought him another one.  Finally we were
finished.  I began to wonder if Murphy was having second thoughts, if he
was stalling, but he said "Ready?" and when we nodded yes he drove
toward his apartment.  I was looking out the window at the nice houses
when I heard Eddie give a little giggle.  I looked at him but he didn't
say anything.  Glancing down, I saw that Murphy had his right hand
between Eddie's legs, rubbing his cock.

Murphy's apartment was like Pauly had described it, clean and
well-maintained but with hardly any furniture.  We all just stood around
awkwardly for a minute or two, then Eddie couldn't wait any longer.
"So, Murphy, we ready?"

Murphy looked at him.  "Before we do anything Eddie, you're going to
take a shower."  He pointed to the bedroom.  "Bathroom's through there."

Eddie was surprised and started to complain, but Murphy wouldn't hear
it.  Once Eddie thought about it, I don't think he minded all that much.
Murphy and I sat uncomfortably on the couch while Eddie showered.  I
knew that Murphy didn't like me much more than I liked him.  He didn't
dislike me, but was really just indifferent.  I was only there because I
was Eddie's friend.  I noticed that even though Murphy was sitting right
next to me he didn't make any effort to feel me up.  To break the
silence and to satisfy my curiosity about something I'd wondered about I
spoke up.

"Officer Murphy, can I ask you something? Toad said he and Eddie were
with you a couple weeks ago, right?"

""Yeah?"  Murphy sounded wary.

"Did Eddie really, you know, accidentally cum all over your uniform?"

Murphy looked startled, then smiled with genuine amusement.  "Yeah.
'Accidentally' "  He said the second word with emphasis, ironically,
like it had quotes around it.  I thought about this, then realized he
could only mean that he'd wanted Eddie to do it, that Murphy had let the
cum squirt all over him on purpose.  Another weird thing I couldn't
understand.  I was getting tired of them.

Before I could ask anything more, we heard the bathroom door open, and
Eddie appeared in the bedroom doorway, wearing a towel wrapped around
his waist,  his wet hair  plastered to his head.  Murphy and I both
stared at him.  Eddie was so skinny that every rib, practically every
bone, stuck out prominently. His whole body had the same pale-white,
porcelain-like skin as his face.  His legs and arms were as thin as a
young child's.  And yet the impression wasn't one of frailty, but of
resilience, of wiry strength.  A strong wind might blow Eddie away. but
it would never break him.  He was eager to start.  "You guys all set?"

Murphy stood up. "I gotta get ready.  You two wait in the bedroom."

"How about Tommy.  Doesn't he have to take a shower?"

Murphy looked at me.  "You can if you want.  You don't have to."  I
shook my head no.  I'd taken a shower just before leaving the house to
go meet Murphy.  Besides, I didn't want to leave Eddie and Murphy alone
together and risk having them start without me there to watch.

Eddie and I sat on Murphy's bed while he went in the bathroom.  "Why
didn't you dry your hair Eddie?"

He reached up and felt it. "Shit. I forgot."  He unwrapped the towel
from his waist and sat there naked, drying his hair.  My eyes of course
instantly zeroed in on his dick.  It was halfway between soft and hard,
not pointing up, not shrivelled.  The tip of the head was just visible,
peeking through the end of the foreskin..  Eddie's big ballsack sprawled
loosely on his skinny thighs.  Eddie finished with his hair and caught
me staring at his crotch.  He seemed completely unconcerned and showed
no reaction.

"So what were you and Murphy talking about?"

"That time when you and Toad were with him and you came on his uniform.
Do you think he let that happen on purpose?"

Eddie thought a moment.  "Maybe. It seemed kind of like he did.  Why?"

"I don't know.  Isn't that kind of strange?  Why would he do that?"

Eddie shrugged.  "Who the fuck knows.  Why does anybody do anything?"

I sure couldn't answer that.  Murphy was evidently finished and just
then came through the bathroom door. He was naked.  Pauly had been
right. Big as Murphy was in his uniform, somehow he looked even bigger
out of it.  He seemed to fill the whole doorway with thick beefy flesh.
Except for his face and forearms he was pale, not like Eddie's paleness,
but like something that slithers away when you turn over a rock.  Except
for a thick curly bush above his dick and a small patch on his chest he
was pretty much hairless. Hairless, and pale, and BIG.  Big all over.
Except where it really matters.  Pauly was right again:  Murphy's dick
did look like a toothpick, stuck into the middle of his vast body.  It
was hard and twitching a little, and it looked so out of place it was
comical.  I halfway expected Eddie to make some sort of comment about
it, but I guess even he had better sense than that.  He couldn't resist
commenting altogether though.

"Christ, Murphy, you really are a big moose, aren't you."

Murphy didn't bother to reply.  He was evidently done stalling, and done
making conversation.  He came over to the bed.  "Lay back, Eddie.
Tommy, you can sit there, on the edge."  I slid over and Eddie grinned
and flopped back, spreading his legs as he did.  Murphy got between
Eddie's legs, spread them further, and dove in.  He stuck his tongue way
out and gave a long lick up the bottom of Eddie's dick, pushing it
upward.  He licked the sides, and the head, not taking the whole thing
in his mouth, just teasing it.  Then he moved down to the balls ,
licking them, grabbing the loose folds of soft skin between his lips, I
think even pinching them gently with his teeth.  He licked the inside of
Eddie's thighs, then moved back to the cock, taking the whole thing
briefly into his mouth, then back to the balls, back and forth, back and
forth.  Murphy was making a pig of himself between Eddie's legs and
making soft piglike grunts as he did.  He pushed Eddie's legs up and
draped them over his shoulders to allow himself even closer access.  He
licked and kissed and slobbered over every possible part of Eddie's
groin.  He ran the tip of his tongue through Eddie's small patch of
pubic hair.  I glanced up at Eddie's face and he grinned at me and
rolled his eyes.  He was loving this.

Murphy shifted position a little and started to lick behind Eddie's
balls.  He moved further and further back. Too far, I guess.  Eddie sat
up abruptly.

"Hey!  None of that shit!  I'm supposed to be fucking you, remember?
You ain't gonna fuck me!"

"Do you see me fucking you, Eddie?  Just shut up.  You're gonna like
this."  Murphy reached up and pushed Eddie back down on the bed.  He
leaned back in and licked Eddie's asshole hard.  He tightened the tip of
his tongue and ran it in circles around the pucker, then loosened and
swabbed the whole area, then repeated the process.  I guess he was right
about Eddie liking it --he didn't make any more complaints.  My eyes
were bugging out of my head.  I'd always heard the expression "Kiss my
ass", but I didn't know it was something people actually did.  I
wondered if this was the real reason Murphy had wanted Eddie to take a
shower.  Murphy finally finished with Eddie's ass, took a quick farewell
tour with his tongue around the rest of the area and pulled away. "Now,
Eddie."

Eddie jumped up and Murphy knelt on the bed, sticking his big ass up.
Eddie got behind him, his wet dick jumping with every heartbeat.  He put
his hands on Murphy's ass and pulled the cheeks apart and moved in
closer.  He shifted position a little, then did it again.  "Uhh, Murphy,
I don't think this is right.  It ain't gonna work."

"What's the problem?"

"Your ass is too fucking big.  I can't reach your asshole."  It was
true.  Eddie's dick wasn't long enough to get past the massive cheeks.

Murphy got up.  "Shit.  Let's try this."  He stood, resting his chest on
the bed and reaching behind him to spread his ass open.  Eddie stood
behind him but this time there was another hitch.  Eddie wasn't tall
enough to reach.

"Fuck!"  Both of them were panicky with frustration, determined not to
give up, still hard and twitching.  Murphy sprawled on the bed next to
me on his back, pulling his legs up and apart and back toward his head.
His asshole popped into view, inches from my face.  It WAS hairy, but
not as disgusting as I'd expected, pink and clean and glistening.  Eddie
jumped into  position, then grinned triumphantly.  "This'll work!"  I
had a close-up view as he pushed forward to place his cock on Murphy's
hole.  Eddies foreskin had retracted completely and his purplish
cockhead was slick and shiny.  He pushed, and it disppeared into
Murphy's ass.  With one steady thrust the whole shaft followed.
Eddie cackled with glee as he began to pull back, then was suddenly
silent as his dick slipped out of the hole.  He repeated the procedure--
with the same result.  He shifted position a little and tried again.
This time he managed two strokes before falling out.  "Shit!"

Murphy pulled his legs back a little further.  "Try again."  Eddie did,
slowly and carefully.  It worked.  He began to piston in and out.  As he
got the hang of it, Eddie's confidence grew and he began to pick up
speed.  In and out, in and out, in and out,  No doubt about it , Eddie
was fucking Officer Murphy.  That realization struck him, too, and he
laughed.  He fucked faster and harder.  And he began to trashtalk.

"Yeah, you're gettin' fucked now, Murphy.  I'm gonna fuck you like you
never been fucked before.  Yeah, you love that dick up your ass, don't
you, cop.  Cop, hell.  Cunt is more like it.  Yeah, you're my cunt now,
ain't you?"

I had to laugh, and so did Eddie.  Even Murphy laughed. "Yeah, you're a
real stud, Eddie.  You fuck great.  But maybe you better tone down the
soundtrack a little before you say something you live to reget."

Eddie did shut up, verbally at least.  He switched to noises as he
continued to plow into the big cop's ass.  Cowboy noises: "Yip, Yip,
Yip. Yowee"  Animal noises: "Ow, Ow, Ow, Owwww."  Plain old sex noises:
"Unh, Unh, Unh, Unh," punctuating each hard thrust.  Then he was silent,
but he continued his fuck.  I looked at his face.  There was a look
there I'd never seen before.  It was pride.  Triumph.  The little
streetrat was on top now.  In charge.  He was calling the shots.  His
cock, his pleasure was what mattered.  Everything else revolved around
him.  I was so happy for him I wanted to cry.

I'd been watching the whole event from close up--Eddies slick prong
slipping in and out of the cop's stretched out asshole.  I decided to
move back for a wider view.  I stood across the room to take in the
whole picture.  From that perspective the incongruity was even more
apparent.  Eddie was so small, the cop so big.  I didn't know the story
Moby Dick then, but Murphy was like a big white whale, with little Eddie
perched on top, jabbing him over and over with his harpoon. But even
Eddie's hardest pounding had little effect on Murphy's solid form.  It
was a wonder he could even feel it.  But he obviously could.  I looked
at Murphy's face.  He had his eyes closed, a soft smile on his lips, a
look of deep satisfaction.  Bliss even.

I caught Eddie's eye and he laughed again and began to clown around,
starting the noises again and exaggerating his movements. His antics
were partly from genuine glee, and partly for my benefit.  And he
couldn't have asked for a more appreciative audience.  My dick had been
so hard since the beginning I was afraid it would break.  I had never
undressed so it was still trapped in my clothes.  I didn't care.  I
would gladly watch this show forever.  It couldn't last forever, of
course.  For a fourteen year old, I don't know how Eddie lasted as long
as he did.  Finally he gave one last thrust and stopped.  He collapsed
onto Murphy, who wrapped his giant arms around him.  They lay there like
that, Eddie almost invisible in Murphy's embrace, then slowly
disentangled. As  Eddie flopped over I saw a sticky wet spot on his
belly and Murphy's.  I hadn't seen Murphy even touch his cock, but he'd
squirted a big load of cum.  Eddie had fucked it out of him.

Eddie looked up at me.   "Ready?  You're next."  I looked at Murphy; he
had a bland, neutral expression.

I stood up. "No.  I changed my mind.  I don't want to.  I can't.  I've
got to go."

"What do you mean?  You're nuts.  You have to.  It's fantastic.  You'll
love it."

"No,  Eddie."  I moved toward the door.  "I don't want to."  He looked
at me in disbelief.

"What's wrong, Tommy?"  Murphy sounded genuinely concerned.

"Nothing.  It's okay.  I gotta go.  I'll catch the bus home."

I rushed out of the apartment and ran around the corner.  I didn't want
either of them to follow me, but they were probably too surprised to
move.  I was pretty surprised myself.  I had fully intended to fuck
Murphy when we started.  I had watched Eddie's technique so I'd know
what to do.  But I'd gradually realized I didn't want to.  It was partly
because Murphy and I didn't like each other.  But more than that it just
seemed wrong--for me.  Fucking was Eddie's role and he'd filled it
wonderfully.  My role was something else and I didn't know what yet.

But there was something else  I was telling the truth when I said "I
can't". I COULDN'T fuck Murphy, at least not right then.  Not for a
while.  Because when Eddie had pumped his sperm deep into Murphys ass,
I'd shot my own thick steaming load into my now-soggy undershorts.

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             Conclusion soon

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