Date: Wed, 22 Dec 2004 17:32:24 -0500 From: Captain Swing 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 ______________________________________ CaptSwing@webtv.net Comments appreciated. Thanks for those already received and for reading my story.