Date: Thu, 2 Dec 2004 18:52:24 -0500
From: Captain Swing <CaptSwing@webtv.net>
Subject: Officer Murphy

For entertainment of adults only.  If you're not, or shouldn't, don't.


			      Officer Murphy


I'm not sure if I'd call Eddie my best friend; he was too wary, too
closed-off to ever get really close to.  But at that unhappy time of my
life he was the closest thing I had to a real friend, my most frequent
companion, my most regular partner-in-crime.  Ever since my father died,
after a long hideous illness, I'd been at loose ends.  My mother was
left with a broken heart and a mountain of unpaid medical bills and the
necessity of supporting the two of us, so she had little time for me.  I
knew she loved me and wanted the best for me, but she was seldom "there"
for me.

I knew Eddie had it far worse, though he didn't often talk about his
family situation.  His father was unknown, his mother in and out of
institutions, his grandmother an abusive drunk.  Eddie spent most of his
time on the streets and I, with only an empty house, full of unhappy
memories, to return to, spent most of my time with him.  We thought of
ourselves as real outlaws, though in retrospect the trouble we got into
was trivial, penny-ante stuff.  We'd break windows, shoplift candy and
cigarettes, scrawl graffiti and generally run wild--in a tame sort of
way.  The worst thing we ever did, probably, was break into a car and
steal a guitar.  We enjoyed a brief fantasy of becoming rock stars, but
neither of us could coax a note out of the thing so we sold it for
twenty dollars and blew the money at the arcade.

One early winter afternoon Eddie and I were up to our usual aimless
mischief.  We were both thirteen, but Eddie was almost a year older.
I'd just had my birthday a week before (we'd just finished spending the
small bit of money I'd gotten ) and Eddie would turn fourteen in a few
weeks.  He didn't expect a party.  We were hanging out in back of a
vacant warehouse, one of the many empty buildings that marred our
neighborhood.  I don't remember if it was after school or if I hadn't
bothered to go that day.  I cut school a lot that year, and Eddie seldom
went at all.  I don't remember what I was wearing, but I know that Eddie
was wearing the olive green Army coat that he aways wore.  It was too
big for him and hung almost to his knees, but he loved it.  Eddie was a
small scrawny kid, with longish scraggly dark hair that always hung in
his face.  He had thin, sort-of foxlike features and pale almost
translucent skin, with not a single zit marring his smooth complexion.
I didn't think of it at the time, but I guess he was kind of cute, in a
waiflike, street-rat sort of way.

I was far more ordinary looking.  I doubt if anybody outside my
immediate family ever thought of me as cute.  I was a little taller than
Eddie, and stockier.  I wasn't fat, or even pudgy, but simply better-fed
looking than Eddie.  I had dirty blond hair in a crew cut.  I had to get
my hair cut at the barber school because it only cost two dollars there,
and the students were least likely to screw up a crewcut.  My only
features that rose above instantly-forgettable were my blue eyes.  So as
Eddie and I stood behind the warehouse, idly throwing stones at the few
remaining unbroken windows, I imagine we would not have gotten a second
look from anyone, if anyone had even bothered to give us a first look.

We'd been throwing rocks for maybe twenty minutes when one of Eddie's
shots, in a fluke, hit a rusted crosspiece just right, sending a whole
panel of glass crashing to the ground.  I was sure the noise would bring
someone to see what was going on, and I didn't want to get caught.

"Come on, Eddie.  Let's get out of here."

We turned and ran to the driveway, around the corner of the
building---and directly into the outstretched arms of the biggest cop
I'd ever seen.  I almost shit myself.  I liked to think of myself as a
real desperado, but at heart I was a chickenshit.  I'd always been
afraid that I'd get caught by the police while I'd been up to no good
with Eddie, but up until now we'd been lucky.  Eddie had always laughed
at my fears, but now we were, literally, in the arms of the cops.  And
not just any cop.  The guy who held us could have come from a recruiting
poster for the Police Department.  He was about thirty years old,
six-foot-three and well over two hundred pounds of solid muscle.  He had
a broad, smooth , ruddy face, short reddish brown hair and a matching
closely-trimmed mustache.  And he had the grim, hostile demeanor that
most policemen do.  The guy could have been wearing a ballet dress and
you'd take one look at his face and think "COP".

I froze as the cop held me tight with one long arm around my chest.  I
felt Eddie struggling next to me, trying to escape, until he suddenly
stopped.

"Jesus, Murphy, you scared me.  What are you doing here?  I thought you
got transferred to Western ."

The cop let Eddie loose and relaxed his grip on me.  "I got transferred
back.  What've you been up to, Eddie?   Killed anybody yet?"

Eddie smiled.  "Only two.  And they had it coming."

The policeman didn't smile back but his face lightened a little.  "I
wouldn't be surprised."  He shook me a little but spoke to Eddie.
"Who's this little punk?"

"That's Tommy."

"Tommy What?"

Eddie shrugged, which surprised me.  He knew my last name perfectly
well.  The cop turned to me and repeated his question.

"Tommy Foster."

I heard Eddie make a disgusted sound and saw him roll his eyes.  I
realized he thought I should have given a fake name.

"Where do you live?"

I thought quick and said "Fairway Avenue."  I actually lived two blocks
from Fairway on Twelfth.  I saw Eddie smile a little.

"What are you doing hanging out with this little criminal?"

I shrugged.  I didn't know what to say.  I didn't understand the whole
situation.  Eddie and the cop obviously knew each other and Eddie was
clearly not afraid of him.  I began to hope that maybe we wouldn't get
busted after all.  My hopes were soon dashed.  There was an awkward
pause as Eddie and the cop looked at each other intently.  Finally the
policeman spoke slowly. "Let's go.  Guess I'm going to have to take you
two to the station."

I was shocked as Eddie piped up in a fake, high-pitched, little boy
voice.  "Oh golly gee, Officer Murphy, please don't do that.  It would
break my poor mother's heart.  Isn't there anything we can do?  Anything
at all?"

I saw that Murphy had to struggle to keep from smiling.  "Smartass.
Yeah, maybe we can work something out."

Eddie's voice was now filled with sarcasm. "Yeah, I thought maybe we
could."

The cop jerked his head toward me.  "What about him?  Is he cool?"

"Yeah, he's cool enough. He can wait here."

"Bullshit.  I want him to watch."

Eddie rolled his eyes again. "Figures.  Okay. let's do it."

"Just a second.  I gotta call in."  Officer Murphy headed toward his
cruiser, parked a few yards away.  I turned urgently to Eddie.

"What's going on, Eddie?  What's going to happen?  What am I supposed to
watch?  Are we going to get arrested or not?"

Eddie grinned.  "Relax.  You'll see.  We're not going to get arrested."

"But..."

Eddie interrupted. "Relax. I said.  You'll see. You won't believe it."

Murphy came back and took us by the arms, leading us back behind the
warehouse and into a corner past an old loading dock.  "This'll do."  He
placed Eddie against the wall with me next to him.  I was still clueless
as to what was happening but the other two seemed so relaxed that I
wasn't too scared.  Eddie unfastened his coat and pulled it open.
Understanding came with astonishment as I saw Murphy reach out and begin
to rub Eddie's crotch.  The cop was queer!  I was street-smart enough to
know about queers, that there were guys that liked to mess around with
boys.  But Officer Murphy sure didn't fit my idea of what they looked
like, and I'd never ever heard of a queer cop.  It just seemed
unbelievable.  But that was the only explanation as Murphy slowly rubbed
between Eddie's legs.  He opened Eddie's zipper and reached inside,
continuing to fondle Eddie's privates.

With one sudden movement Officer Murphy dropped to his knees in front of
Eddie.  He reached up and unfastened Eddie's belt and unbuttoned his
jeans, letting them fall to Eddie's feet.  I saw Eddie's hard dick
making a tent in the front of his none-too-clean briefs.  Murphy rubbed
it some more, then pulled the undershorts down too.  "Hold your shirt
up."  Eddie pulled up the front of his shirt and I saw his hard-on
sticking proudly straight out.  I'd seen Eddie's dick before, but never
hard.  It was a decent size for his age, certainly bigger than mine,
probably between five and six inches and fairly fat.  Eddie was uncut,
but half of his dickhead showed beyond the short foreskin, glistening
wetly.  There was a patch of crisp curly brown hair above the cock,
considerably more than my tufts.  Eddie's balls weren't too big but hung
low in a big loose scrotum.  The cop leaned in toward Eddie's groin and
took a deep sniff.  He wrinkled his nose.  "Jesus. kid, don't you ever
take a shower?"  Probably not too often, but Eddie wasn't apologetic.

"Aww, quit your complaining.  You know you love it."  Apparently Eddie
was right because Murphy leaned forward again, opened wide, and took
Eddie's whole dick into his mouth in one gulp, his lips wrapped around
the base and his nose in Eddie's pubes..  He pulled back, then went
forward again and began to bob rapidly back and forth.  I could see his
cheeks hollow as he sucked hard on the eager cock.  There was no
delicacy or tentativeness in Murphy's sucking:  it was just a flat-out,
full-power blowjob, and Eddie loved it.  I caught his eye at one point;
he gave an embarrassed grim that widened into the most open, joyful
smile I'd ever seen on his face.  I caught Murphy's eye at one point too
as he looked up at me.  He couldn't really smile with a mouthful of
cock, but he winked at me then turned his head a little so I could see
Eddie's cock pushing out Murphy's cheek from the inside.  Nobody spoke:
the only sound was the wet slurping noise and frequent grunts of
satisfaction from deep in Murphy's throat.  Finally Eddie gave a few
deep ragged breaths then a long drawn out "Yeahhhhh" as he shot his load
in the cop's mouth.  Murphy didn't pull away, but stopped sucking.  I
could see his throat muscles work as he swallowed Eddie's cum.  I'd
never consciously thought of Eddie in sexual terms before, but the sight
of the little streetrat filling the burly cop's mouth with sperm was the
hottest thing I'd ever seen.  My dick was so hard I was afraid I would
cum in my pants, but happily I didn't.

Murphy kept his mouth wrapped around the dick until Eddie finally pulled
away. His now soft cock glistened with spit;  Murphy had made sure to
swab up every last bit of cum with his tongue.  The cop turned to me and
said "Your turn."  Eddie stepped aside and I moved in front of the still
kneeling Murphy.  He reached up and groped me a little bit but I guess
he could tell I was already hard and ready.  He pulled my pants and
shorts done with one motion and immediately engulfed my twitching dick.
It tickled at first, but only for an instant; then it just felt warm and
wet and wonderful.  I must have lasted for all of thirty seconds before
I unloaded my balls down Murphy's throat with four or five spurts of the
greatest orgasm I'd ever had.  As with Eddie, Murphy made sure to get
every drop.  When he pulled off, Eddie said "That was quick," and Murphy
said, disgustedly, "Kids," but he gave me a playful swat on the butt to
let me know he wasn't serious.

Murphy stood up and I reached down to pull my pants up, but he stopped
me.  "Not yet."  I saw Eddie still had his down too.  The cop pulled his
zipper down and fumbled inside to pull his hard dick out.  I was
interested to see it, imagining how big a cock such a big brawny guy
must have.  I was amazed:  Murphy's cock was barely as big as mine, a
little fatter maybe but no longer and far smaller than Eddie's.  He was
uncut and a long foreskin like a nipple completely coveried the head and
stuck out beyond.  It was the ugliest dick I'd ever seen, not deformed
or abnormal, just a very poor specimin.  Murphy stared at my dick, and
Eddie's, as he rapidly jerked off.  Occasionally he reached over to
gently toy with my balls.  He came quickly, and if his dick wasn't
impressive, his load was.  At least six or seven big jets of thick white
cum shot out and splattered wetly on the dirty concrete.

As we all got ourselves together, straightening up our clothes, Eddie
spoke up.  "So why'd you leave Western so quick, Murphy, didn't they
have any kids there?"

Murphy glared at him, his copface back.  "As a matter of fact they did,
smartass, lots of 'em.  Hot little Mexican kids.  Horny little bastards
too, most of 'em, hornier than you even."  Just then we heard the cop
radio squawk from Murph'ys car.  "I gotta go.  You kids stay out of
trouble now, you hear?"

Eddie used his fake voice again.  "Yes sir, Officer Murphy, we'll do
that, you can be sure."

Murphy allowed himself a small smile.  "See you around Eddie.  You too,
kid.  Tommy."  He swaggered back to his car and drove away.

I turned to Eddie.  "I don't believe that just happened."

He smiled.  "Told you.  I'm surprised, though.  I thought everybody knew
about Murphy.  He's probabaly blown every kid in the neighborhood."

"Really?  How many times has he done you?"

"At least eight or nine."

"He's caught you that often?"

"He doesn't have to catch you doing something.  If he sees you on the
street or you see him and he's got time he'll take you somewhere and
blow you."

"And he'll let you get away with anything?"

"Only little bullshit stuff like this.  He won't let you get away with
like stealing a car or pulling a gun on somebody.  And if there's
another cop with him and he catches you, you're screwed."

"How long has he been doing you."

"I was ten the first time I met him.  Me and Blackie were throwing
firecrackers down by the tracks and Murphy caught us.  Blackie knew him
from before.  He had me watch while he blew Blackie but he wouldn't blow
me because I couldn't cum yet.  He said I'd owe him one.  Then I saw him
about a year ago and he remembered me and reminded me I owed him.  He
asked if I could cum and when I said yeah we went behind the bowling
alley and he did me."

"Jesus. And that's all he does, blow kids and then jerk himself off? "

"As far as I know.  I think he's afraid if he tries to make a kid do
something else like blow him  the kid might rat him out.  Nobody's going
to complain about getting their dick sucked.  Actually Toad's brother
Pauly claims he fucked Murphy in the ass, but I don't know if I believe
that."

"Holy shit!"  Toad was a friend our age but Pauly was older, about
sixteen.  He was a skinny, scrawny guy like Eddie, but I'd heard he had
a big cock.  I'd never seen it. "That can't be true, can it?"

Eddie shrugged.  "Who knows?  Murphy sucked your nasty little dick and
anybody who'd do that would do anything."  He shoved me playfully.

"Fuck you."  I shoved back, a little less playfully.  "But speaking of
nasty little dicks, I can't believe how small Murphy's is."

"I know.  Maybe that's why his wife left him"

"He's married?"

"Was.  So I heard."

I pondered this, then had to laugh.  "You don't suppose the fact he
likes to suck kids' dicks might have something to do with his wife
leaving?"

Eddie laughed too.  "I guess it might."

It was getting late and Eddie and I split up and drifted off, me toward
home and him wherever.  I had a lot to think about.  Imagine...a queer,
cocksucking cop.  I wondered if he really did let kids fuck him in the
ass.  Maybe someday I'd find out.

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