Date: Wed, 22 Dec 2004 17:32:24 -0500
From: Captain Swing <CaptSwing@webtv.net>
Subject: Officer Murphy Part 5

I avoided Eddie for a few days following that afternoon at Murphy's.  I
was embarrassed about the way I'd fled the apartment and I didn't want
to have to explain why I hadn't fucked the cop.  I also was afraid that
Eddie would make fun of me or, worse, that he'd told other guys that I'd
chickened out and they'd all gang up to laugh at me.  But I missed Eddie
and knew I'd have to face him eventually so one day after school I went
looking for him.

As bad luck would have it, Toad was with Eddie when I finally found him,
under the railroad bridge.  They both looked up at me and I steeled
myself for the worst.  Toad spoke first.
He and I had made up since the day I beat him up.  I hadn't actually
apologized--nobody in our motley group would ever do that--but we'd gone
to the movies together and I'd bought him a hot dog.  We were now more
or less friends again, but I nevertheless dreaded what he would say.

"Hey, Tommy, did you hear they caught those guys from the liquor store?
One of 'em got shot and the cops beat the other one up so bad he's in
the hospital too."  A recent bloody botched robbery at a neighborhood
liquor store had been a major topic of conversation lately.

Eddie joined in. "The one guy, the one who got shot, lives right next
door to Toad and Pauly."

Neither one of them made any mention of Eddie's and my hook-up with
Murphy!  As we rehashed the gory details of the liquor store shoot-out I
began to relax.  Clearly Eddie hadn't told Toad what had happened, and
he showed no inclination to bring it up now.  When a few other guys
joined us later the conversation drifted on in its usual aimless way .
Even when Murphy's name happened to come up, there was no reference to
what had happened between us.  Apparently I'd had no reason to worry
about what Eddie would say.

I saw Eddie alone the next day, and even then our fuck session with
Murphy wasn't the first thing to come up.  It wasn't long, though,
before Eddie mentioned it.

"So, Tommy,  How come you ran off the other day?  I couldn't believe you
didn't want to fuck Murphy.  You don't know what you were missing."

I'd rehearsed an answer, lame though it was.  "Aw, he just looked so
disgusting, all wet and sweaty with cum all over him I thought I was
gonna be sick.  I didn't feel like fucking him, I just wanted to get out
of there and get some fresh air."

Eddie stared up at me, his expression unreadable. Finally he just
shrugged.  "Whatever."

"What did Murphy say when I left?"

"He just wondered why you were leaving in such a hurry."  Eddie grinned.
"I told him you were going to report him  and that he was going to
jail."

I laughed.  "Did he believe you?"

"No."

"What happened then?"

Eddie smiled. "He started playing around with my dick, then started
blowing me, and then I fucked him again.  It was even better than the
first time, 'cause I had a better idea what I was doing."

"Wow.  No shit?"

"No shit.  You really should have done it, Tommy.  You would have loved
it."

"Yeah, I guess I should have."

"Next time."

"Yeah.  Next time, Eddie."

But there was no next time.  I never did fuck Murphy, and Eddie never
did fuck him again.  In fact, we never saw Murphy again. Since nobody
ever saw Murphy on a regular schedule it was a few weeks before we
noticed he didn't seem to be around.  As the weeks went by it became
more apparent that he really wasn't still in the neighborhood, that it
wasn't just chance that we hadn't run into him.  Nobody had seen him.
It became a frequent topic of conversation, wondering what had happened
to him.  The best guess was that he'd been transferred again, maybe back
to Western, though Toad held out for the theory that he'd sucked one
dick too many and was in jail.  The rest of us were sure that we would
have heard if that had happened.

It was early spring and a bunch of us were hanging out down by the
tracks when the subject came up.  Blackie was with us.  He'd been "away"
for over a year and had only recently rejoined the group.  Somebody
asked "Hey, Eddie.  Seen your boyfriend lately?"  The story of Eddie
fucking Murphy had gotten around, though  not my involvement.  It was
now common to refer to Murphy as Eddie's boyfriend.  Eddie didn't mind:
he knew it was just jealousy.

Blackie didn't catch the reference.  "Who's Eddie's boyfriend?"

"Murphy."

"Murphy the queer cop?"

"Yeah."

"Didn't you guys hear?"  All eyes turned to Blackie.  "He's gone.  Left
the force."

Toad laughed.  "I knew it.  He got kicked off for sucking kids' dicks,
right?"

"No."  Blackie continued his story.  "I was down at my parole officer's
and I heard some guys talking about it.  Murphy got back together with
his wife and quit the police department.  They moved to California."

Virtually the same words poured out of everyone:  "No fucking way!!!"
Blackie insisted it was true.  He wasn't ever known as a bullshitter:  a
thief, maybe, but not a liar.  So we had to acknowledge that he'd really
heard what he said he heard, hard as it was to believe.  It turned out
to be true,though  Somebody  got the same story from another cop and
somebody else had a sister who knew Murphy's wife and she confirmed it.
Murphy was really gone.

Eddie and I were alone a few weeks later, back behind the warehouse
where I'd first met Murphy.  It was one of the first really warm days of
spring.

"Hey, Tommy, remember when Murphy caught us here breaking windows and
wound up sucking our dicks?"

"Yeah.  Of course."

"That guy sure could give great blowjobs."

"Yeah."

Eddie was silent for a few minutes, then spoke softly.  "Wish I could
find somebody else who'd suck my cock."

"Yeah."

There was another long pause.  "How about you, Tommy?"

He spoke so softly I wasn't sure I'd heard correctly.  "What did you
say?!?"

"You wanna suck my dick, Tommy?"

"Fuck you!  No!  Why would you say something like that?"

"You can, if you want.  I mean, you know, I wouldn't tell anybody and I
wouldn't call you names or anything."

"Fuck off, Eddie.  Stop it."

"Come on, Tommy.  You wanna?"

Why was he doing this?  It wasn't like Eddie. I couldn't understand.
And he wasn't joking, or threatening.  His tone of voice was kind,
almost gentle.

"It's okay, Tommy.  You can do it, if you want.  I don't mind.  Please,
Tommy.  Come on."

I can't deny I'd ever thought about sucking Eddie's dick, but it was
always just a fantasy, nothing that would ever really happen.  And I was
sure I'd never given him any hint that I'd thought about it.

"Tommy."  I looked over.  Eddie was rubbing his crotch.  He smiled
sweetly. "Come on, Tommy.  You wanna?"

"Stop it, Eddie.  Why are you doing this?"

"I'm just trying to help you, Tommy.  You know you want to."

"I do not."

"Well, okay, forget that.  You don't know that you want to, but you do.
So why don't you just do it, then you'll know for sure."

I had to think about that comment for a second.  "Eddie, that makes no
sense whatsoever."

He laughed.  "Made you think, though, didn't it? Come on, Tommy. Just
try it.  Just once.  I won't cum in your mouth if you don't want me to.
Nobody will ever know except you and me.  I'll never tell."

"We told everybody about Murphy."

"That's different.  He was a fucking cop.  You're my friend.  Come on,
Tommy."

I sat there silently, staring at the ground.  I knew all I had to do was
leave.  I should do that, or slug Eddie.  He was sure to realize that
since I didn't I really might be interested.  I had already admitted to
myself that I really did want to blow him, but I just couldn't.  What if
somebody found out.  What if it made him stop being my friend.

"To-o-o-mmy" Eddie squeaked in a high-pitched, sing-song voice.  I
looked over.  He had his hard dick out of his pants and was wiggling it
at me, holding it at the base with two fingers.  He was providing his
dick's speaking voice.  "To-o-o-mmy.  Come here, Tommy.  I'm lonely
,Tommy.  Come give me a kiss.  Please, Tommy."

I almost laughed, but I felt too bad.  "Eddie, please stop."  I could
hear in my voice that my resistance was almost gone.  Eddie probably
could too.

"Come on, Tommy.  Be a pal."

"I am your pal, Eddie.  I've always been your pal."

He was suddenly serious.  "I know you are, Tommy.  You're the best
friend I ever had.  I'm sorry."  He started to put his dick back in his
pants.  Before he could I went over and knelt down in front of him.  I
looked up at Eddie. He looked surprised.

"I hope that wasn't just another line, Eddie.  I'm only doing this
because you're my friend."  I reached for his cock.

"Wait a minute, Tommy."

I stopped.  "Wait a minute?  You've been trying for two hours to get me
to do this and now you say 'wait a minute'? "

"Not  two hours. Ten minutes. tops.  No, I mean I only want you to do
this if you want to.  I meant everything I said:  I won't tell anybody
or anything.  But I don't want you to say afterwards that I made you, or
tricked you."

I didn't say anything.  I reached up and took hold of Eddie's cock, the
first one I'd ever touched beside my own.  I was surprised at how warm
it felt, soft and smooth to my fingertips with steely hardness
underneath.  I gave it a few strokes, the skin sliding slickly over the
shaft, the shiny wet head appearing and disappearing.  I leaned in
closer, with a momentary pause as I got a whiff of Eddie's groin.
Murphy had been right:  there was a rich aroma of unwashed boy.  But
Eddie was still young enough that it wasn't the sour, rank stench an
adult might have.  Instead I smelled an earthy, nutty muskiness, not
particularly unpleasant.  I pushed back Eddie's foreskin and saw the
bell-shaped, bluish pink head.  Somehow, I couldn't bring myself to lick
it, instead taking the whole thing and an inch or two of shaft into my
mouth.  I closed my lips around the cock.  It felt right, like it
belonged there.

I was able to take almost the whole length of Eddie's dick with no
problem.  Once I'd moistened it with my spit I began to suck up and
down.  I'd learned enough from Murphy to a do a creditable job on my
first attempt. I didn't try anything fancy at first, but as my
confidence grew I tried swirling my tongue around the head.  Eddie
giggled.  "That's good,Tommy," the first words he'd spoken.  He hadn't
moved much either, but began to push his hips back and forth, thusting
gently into my mouth.  Only once did he go too far, causing me to gag a
little for the first time.  "Ooh, sorry, Tommy."

It didn't last long.  I wouldn't have minded if it did:  I'd found my
role.  I liked the taste.  I liked the feeling.  I liked the idea of
having Eddie in my mouth.  When he warned me he was getting close I
shrugged and kept sucking.  I wanted his cum in my mouth, wanted him to
finish, to take his pleasure, in my mouth.  I wanted to make him happy.
I wasn't afraid of his cum.  How bad could it be? Murphy had swallowed
gallons of the stuff and it hadn't stunted his growth any.  All too
soon, Eddie gave a sharp cry and unloaded, sending four or five squirts
of thick, tangy, faintly sweet juice into my mouth and down my throat.

Afterward we sat quietly, slightly apart, each deep in our own thoughts.
Doubts had started for me.  What if Eddie told:  I could never come back
and be part of the group.  I realized that wouldn't be the end of the
world.  Life on the streets was losing its appeal anyway.  Lately,
school had seemed more interesting to me and I was going regularly.  I
was coming to terms with my father's death and coping better at home.
So was my mother.  My mother!  What if she found out?  I panicked for an
instant at that thought, then calmed down.  That wouldn't ever happen so
why worry about it.  The one true worry I had was losing Eddie's
friendship.  Eddie.  I had to ask him one thing.

"Eddie, how did you know?"

"Know what?"

"That I'd do that."

He was silent a long time, staring at me.  I was afraid he was thinking
up some smartass reply.
Finally he answered quietly, seriously.

"Murphy told me."

"Murphy!   Bullshit!  How the fuck would he know?  I never told him
anything.  He couldn't know."

"He did, though.  He said he could tell by the way you looked at me."

"You're lying, Eddie!"

"Swear to God."

"What did he say, exactly?  When was this?"

"It was the day I fucked him.  After you left, I told you, he wondered
why and I said you were going to report him and he was going to jail.
He knew I was just bullshitting but he said if he did I'd miss him.  I
said the only thing I'd miss was his blowjobs.  He said I could always
get one from you."

"No way.  And you believed him?"

"Of course not.  I asked him why he said that.  He said he could tell by
the way you looked at me.  That you wanted to suck my dick."

"How did I look at you?  Did you think I looked at you funny?"

"Hell no.  I saw you checking out my dick when I was drying my hair but
that didn't mean anything.  I probably would have checked out your dick,
too   I thought Murphy was full of shit, but I guess he wasn't."

I was stunned.  Murphy could tell I was a cocksucker just by looking at
me.  Was that something cops learned, or could other people tell too?
The expression "Takes one to know one" occurred to me.  Maybe that was
it. I felt sick.  I didn't want to think about any of this any more.

"Tommy?"

"Yeah?"

"Can I ask you something?"

"I don't know.  Maybe."

"Why'd you really run away that day?"

There was no reason not to tell him now. "Because I'd cummed in my
pants.  When you shot your load up Murphy I shot too."

Eddie looked incredulous for a moment, then started to laugh.  Once he
started, he couldn't stop.  He roared, rocking back and forth, almost
falling over. He managed to get out "Cummed in your pants.  We never
thought of that" before laughing some more.  By the time he was done I
was laughing too.  It didn't hurt that in his mirth he'd wrapped his arm
around me at one point and rested his head on my shoulder.  I didn't
think I'd lose his friendship after all.

When he'd finally recovered, we were quiet for a few minutes.  "Tommy?
Can I ask you something else?"

"Yeah?"  I looked at him.  He raised his eyebrows and gave me an wicked
smile.

"Wanna do it again?"

I shrugged and got to my knees.


                           THE END

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