Date: Sat, 23 Sep 2000 16:12:42 EDT
From: LENNOXBEAR@aol.com
Subject: Beyond the Blue, part 25

Beyond the Blue, part 25		by lennoxbear@aol.com

The following is a story of gay erotic and involves male to male sexual
situations.  Should these offend you - bye.

Al slumped in the chair as Jim pushed him through the hospital corridors.
Pushed and road and hummed through the shiny halls.

"This ain't that Staples commercial, stop it, you'll get us into an
accident here and I want to leave."

"Spoil sport.  Maybe we can do a wheelie?"  A groan from Al.  Jim got him
to the door where they met Dr. Pratt and a nurse who retrieved the
wheelchair and snarled at Jim.  Tom laughed as she grabbed the chair from
Jim's hands and scurried away.

"Oh, I'll pay for that I am sure.  She's not the most upbeat person."

"Try new batteries."

"Well, buddy you're free to go home but I want to see you next week. Call
me right away if you have any problems."  Al shook his head. "And not
sexual hijinks, no lifting, just rest and relaxation.  A head injury takes
time, as do bullet wounds, no matter how clear.  Got it."  He looked at Jim
not at Al.

"WhadIdo?"

"To be blunt, I can see that dick is hard already, don't push him until
he's ready."

"It is hard?  Let me see."  Al reached over to grope Jim's protruding
basket in his faded jeans.

"Stop it, don't touch me.  You heard the doc.  Tea and crumpets and no
frolicking for you."

"Fuck, sorry."  The doctor laughed and was about to walk away when Jim
invited him to dinner next week.

"We appreciate your care and would really like to keep you as a friend, if
that's OK?"

"I'd like it.  I'll call you Monday.  Now get him home so he can rest. The
constant monitoring of a head injury has made him a tad grumpy."

"Come along grumpy.  The truck is over here."  Jim drove Al to his
apartment to check on his truck and bike and to get stuff to stay at Jim's.
He walked through his apartment looking at all that had to be done and
sighed.

"I guess since I am going to be off a few weeks I can work on getting
things together to move.  Gawd I hate the idea.  I didn't realize I had so
much crap.  OK, I have clothes let's go."

"Uh, can we take these?"  Jim held up several videos.

"Oh sure make me painfully horny.  It's not your head that explodes.  Yeah,
I'll get a bag."  The two men began the process of relocating Al with those
few simple steps to Jim's house.  Over the weeks that followed, they would
slowly move Al's belongings, purge things he no longer needed or wanted and
combine households for their new life together.  Al spent his days
recovering and regaining his strength and energy.  He passed the time
chatting online, purchasing items for the new baby and getting the house
ready.  Jim was amazed at the skill Al possessed around the house.  But
always came home to find Al naked and waiting in bed for a quick sexual
release before dinner.  They formed a strong friendship with Dr. Pratt and
were somewhat upset when he accepted a position away from Chicago in the
same town as Eric.  Pratt wanted a quieter life and pace while helping
patients.  And this would also give him an opportunity to experiment with
herbs and supplements for bodybuilding, for which Eric was an eager
subject.

The morning Jim was taking Al home from the hospital Steve was slumped in
the car in an even grumpier mood than the sleep-deprived Al.  Bo drove the
cruiser through the city streets trying cheerfully to make conversation.
He finally pulled the patrol car off to the side to monitor traffic and
confronted Steve.

"OK, what gives?  You been in a funk since you came in this morning and
it's more than being hung over."

"That's all.  I'm hung over, had too much to drink last night and I don't
like that.  I don't do that.  Messes up my whole routine."

"I don't think so.  There's more to it than that.  You have a fight with
Mary Lou before even going out on your first date?"

"No."

"Then, what's the problem?  You were fine at the gym last night.  Then you
were meeting the guys for dinner, you know, Son.................."  Bo
stopped and looked at his partner sprawled in the passenger seat staring
out the side window.  "Steve, what happened with Sonny and Art last night?"

"Nothing."

"Something happened.  You guys got drunk and had a three-way didn't you?
Are you OK?  Physically?"

Steve took a deep sigh and ran his big meaty hand over his face. "We got
fucking shit-faced.  And we had sex."

"So you sucked them off, they sucked you off?  What?"

"All that.  I didn't know getting my cock sucked could feel so hot.  And I
sucked them off. And ....they both..."

"Fucked you?"  Steve nodded slowly.

"Sonny fucked you with that big dick, you OK?"

"No, I am sore and was bleeding this morning."

"Did they use rubbers?"

"I don't know we were too drunk. So I finally had the gay experience you
always tease me about and now I'm all confused."

"Look, Steve, I tease you cause I like you and you're my partner.  Beyond
that, I think if you as a good friend whom I love.  But I would not want
anything to happen to you or to cause you harm and getting fucked like that
might constitute rape."

"Not if you wanted it.  I wanted that big cock up my ass.  And Art's.  They
fucked me a couple of times.  And I fucked them.  It was an all out sex
orgy."

"Do you need to see a doctor?  That guy who was taking care of Al seemed
nice."

"I don't think so but I feel like my date with Mary Lou is a joke now."

"She doesn't have to know."

"Oh, I ain't switching.  I may have sucked dick and gotten my ass fucked
last night but I realize I ain't gay.  Well, I don't think I am, maybe.  Oh
shit."

"I don't think you're going to sort this out over night.  It's going to
take time and maybe some counseling."

"I know.  Don't get me wrong.  It's not that I would be all fucked up to be
gay, it's that I don't think it's me.  You guys are fine with it. I'm out
here in limbo.  I see women, my dick gets hard, I sit here with you, and my
dick gets hard.  I'm a fucking mess."

"No, maybe you are truly one of those people who finds themselves in the
middle and is bisexual.  I thought for a long time I was but it took time
for me to tap into my true feelings, needs and emotions.  I think I'm where
I need to be now.  It'll happen for you."

"Oh fuck, I hope so man.  I don't like being so confused and
besides............"  Steve sat up and looked around the side street. "What
do I do about these?"  He cupped a swollen cock in his uniform pants and
unbuttoned his shirt to show Bo his sore, crusty nipples."

"Well, the hardon is your own business.  The nipples will heal in time."

"Yeah, but I like that part."

Art saw Sonny off at the airport. The big man was feeling depressed.  Not
only was he hung over, which would make the long flight home miserable but
also his father was facing arraignment for shooting a fellow police
officer.  And if that wasn't enough, he fucked the hell out of a drunken
buddy and was feeling that he had taken advantage of a friend.

"It'll be OK.  I'll talk with Steve when I get home and work things out."
Art watched the wide expanse of chest strain against the T-shirt as the man
sighed deeply.  The big nips were hard and protruding from the previous
night's rough play.  "You have enough on your mind with moving and your
father and mother.  Worry about those things and let me worry about Steve.
I'll probably see him at the gym and he'll be fine. Maybe he won't remember
what happened."

"Ohhhhhhhhhhh, I don't that will be the case.  We fucked him sideways.  The
man's ass has got to be hurting.  Well, I have to board.  I'll call ya." He
leaned over and kissed Art.  Surprisingly, no one in the waiting area
seemed to notice.  Art watched the beefy butt and thick defined calves walk
down the boarding ramp.  The denim shorts did nothing to hide the man's hot
body. Two flight attendants stared openly.  The male flight attendant gave
Sonny a big smile and pointed to his seat.

Art had to high tail it back to the office but thought about calling Steve
and leaving a message about dinner.  He walked back into his office to a
mound of work and forgot all about making the call.  As he left for the
evening, he could only hope he might still catch Steve at the gym.  The
beefy cop was finishing up his workout when Art arrived and begged off
dinner saying he had lots of things to get caught up on doing.  Art felt a
distance between them and saw the look of hurt in the big man's eyes.  He
managed to get through his workout wishing all the time Steve had been
angry and hit him rather than look like a lost soul.  Steve's car was not
in the building lot when he got home.  Art wrote a quick note and slid it
under Steve's door hoping they could talk over coffee the next morning.
Steve didn't call and Art didn't see him all weekend.

Monday morning saw the locker room almost back to normal. Jim came bouncing
in to cheers from the men and Steve was his smiling hunky self.  Jim was
assigned to patrol a route by himself but crossed paths with Bo and Steve
enough that they chatted from their cars.  Ron had pulled Jim aside and
told him Earl was actually doing better and was expected to go home by the
end of the week.  Jim drove past the garage and ducked in quickly to see
Max and congratulate him.  Max equated Earl's change to being around Jim
and Al and that social interaction seemed to be giving him more reason to
struggle through.  They were sure Earl was going to have to accept
disability and retire after years on the force but that they were both OK
with that.  Jim and Al became frequent visitors to Earl and Max's over the
coming months.

Bo was having difficulty not laughing at Steve's smiling face.  The beefy
hunk sat in the passenger seat and hummed until Bo reached over and twisted
a sore nip.

"So you and Mary Lou had a good time?"

"Yep, we spent a lot of time together this weekend."

"Sleepover?"

"Nope, no sex but boy am I horny.  I didn't want to push her into anything
and I didn't want to have to explain my nasty looking nips.  Too
embarrassing."

"So this looks like a good thing eh?"

"Very good, we're going out to dinner Wednesday night.  I feel a lot better
about things and I guess I should call Art.  He's been trying to reach me
all weekend but I haven't been home.  We doing the gym tonight?'

"Sure.  You want to do dinner afterwards."

"Yeah, why don't we try to hook up with Jim and Al?  We'll see the big
freak at lunch I assume."

"Fine with me."  The rest of their day was boring routine stuff.  Jim
begged off dinner since Al was still not up to extended socializing, but he
would definitely see them at the gym.  Jim left messages for his wife and
told her they had to schedule times with the lawyer soon.

After work, Jim, Bo, Kenny and Steve gathered for an over the top intense
workout.  Art came in halfway through and Steve spent several minutes
apologizing.  They agreed to dinner the next night to talk.  The four
gymrats spent two hours pushing each other until they left a trail of sweat
through the place.  Jim grabbed a quick shower to get home and see his
"honey."  Massive groans.  Bo and Kenny hit the steam to work out some
kinks.  Steve found them languishing with semi-erections when he walked in
and plopped down.  They talked about Dirt and the review and hearing he
would have to go through.  Each time Bo or Kenny moved, Steve's dick would
jump and stiffen.  In the shower, it was all Steve could do to avoid
looking at the muscle freak lovers and control his dick.  By the time they
left for dinner, Steve was having second thoughts about being around them.

Kenny was several steps ahead of Bo and Steve in the parking lot. "What's
wrong buddy?"

"Man, I am so fucked up.  I just want to drop to my knees and suck you both
then have you guys do me.  What's wrong with me?"

"I thought you wanted to be with Mary Lou?"

"I do."

"Maybe you need to get a grip."  Steve nodded his head.

"You're right.  I do."

Jim found Al making dinner when he bounced in the door.  He had been
surprised to learn that Al possessed quite good cooking skills and would
often have a hot meal waiting for him.  He fondled the beefy butt and open
pecs showing through the open shirt.  The man had let his beard grow since
the shooting and was now sporting a full thick growth.  He wouldn't be able
to keep it when he returned to work but Jim loved the look.

"Hey fuck face, how was your day?"

"Good, something smells good."

"I showered."

"No something else."

"I douched." Jim scowled.  "I picked up the paint and paper for the nursery
today.  The crib and the rest of the furniture arrive on Friday.  Linda and
I are going shop....(kiss) ping ....(kiss)...for some...(kiss) other stuff
tomor....."  Jim turned Al around and kissed him deeply.  He worked down
the big man's chest to the furry nipples and sucked each one until Al was
moaning.  "Dinner will burn."  Jim bit Al's left nipple that controlled his
sexual energy and felt Al suck in a deep breath.  Jim was on his knees
licking at the lump hanging loose in Al's jersey shorts.  The big dick rose
outward making it easier for Jim to suck it through the soft fabric.  Al
braced him self against the counter as his shorts fell to the floor and his
dick disappeared down Jim's throat.  The fat cock quickly hardened and
oozed sweet milky precum.  Jim licked and sucked the heavily veined shaft
and controlled the angle by tugging on the furry balls.  He tugged the
balls and played with them feeling their weight swell with cum, while his
other hand probed Al's hairy buttcrack and found the entrance to the man's
passion.  Between swallows Jim pulled off his t-shirt and loosened his
jeans to get his own cock and balls free and swinging.  Two fingers were
now up Al's ass and a third was spreading the eager hole wider.  "Don't
Jim, you'll make me cum and ruin your dinner."  Jim chuckled with Al's cock
deep down his throat.  Jim's long fingers hit the right spot and Al's legs
wobbled.  Al grabbed the back of Jim's head and began face fucking the
hungry cop.  Jim maneuvered four fingers in the quivering butthole and
frantically jacked his own dick with his other hand, relying on Al to
balance them.

Jim felt Al's ass clench around his fingers and hot cum rocket against the
back of his throat.  His own load shot up, spraying on Al's furry calf and
hung like raindrops from the soft hair.  Jim let Al's cock flop from his
mouth as he nuzzled the big balls.  He massaged his load into Al's leg
while Al whined in fake protest.  The two men hugged tightly as Jim stood
up.

"Oh, oh, leg day at the gym, cramps."

"Let me massage your butt with my tongue."

"What will that do for m leg, oh, never mind, don't you have dinner to keep
from burning?"  The silly sex and dinner routine became the pattern for
them for the three months Al was off from work.

'Oh fuck dinner.  As I was saying before you so rudely interrupted
me. Linda and I are going shopping for baby stuff.  How many months
pregnant is she?"

"Oh I'd say she was in her third month now, why?"

"Well, they think it's more like six and she's getting quite a belly.
You're gonna be a daddy much sooner than you think.  We gotta get this
stuff done real fast and get me moved.  They'll let me out of my lease at
the end of the month but we have to move my furniture."

"SIX!  Holy shit.  I ain't ready."

"You're not having the baby.  No wonder they wanted back into Bo's house so
quickly."

"Welllllllllllllllll, maybe if we volunteer to help Bo and Kenny move, they
can help us.  And Steve would help. And maybe Max.  We have trucks."

"I can't lift."

"That's OK, you can let me have my way later."  Al raised his eyebrows.
"Or maybe I can convince Steve......"

"Yeah right. Dinner's ready, are you?"  Jim cupped the meaty butt.  All Al
could do was hang his head and sigh.

Steve cancelled out on dinner by the time he reached his car.  He
apologized to Bo and Kenny but said there was something he had to do.  He
drove home making several stops along the way including picking up Chinese
for dinner.  As he parked his car, he noticed Art's already in the lot.  He
dropped the things he bought at his apartment, then grabbed the food and
rang Art's buzzer.  The beefy older man opened the door wearing only shorts
and socks.

"Look, I'm sorry, I've been a bit of a shithead, so how about dinner?"  Art
smiled warmly and invited him into the dimly lit room.  "And no wine."

"Agreed."

Bo and Kenny signed a lease for an apartment that night in a neighbourhood
just off of the main gay drag.  It would be close to work and the gym.
They had their work cut out for them getting the apartment cleaned and Bo's
stuff moved before his wife had a coronary.  On their way home, they made a
quick stop to buy cleaning supplies and get boxes for packing.  They
carried their load into Kenny's apartment and dropped everything in the
living room.  Bo was thankful Kenny was a minimalist type of person.
Packing his stuff would be easy.  They flopped on the sofa with a couple of
beers and mapped out a plan for moving.  Bo called his wife to give her the
good noise and was floored when she offered to help clean the place.  She
claimed she new how well he cleaned and thought it was a good idea if they
all helped.  She explained the surprise with Linda.  Bo just laughed
picturing Jim's reaction and Al trying to calm him.  They set a time the
next night to meet at the new apartment for cleaning.

Bo stood up to put the phone back on the far table.  Kenny took advantage
of the situation and pulled the big man's gym shorts and underwear down to
his ankles.  He began licking the hard black butt.  Bo gladly bent across
the table and pulled Kenny's face between his butt cheeks.  Kenny pushed
his goateed face deep and within minutes had Bo moaning and begging for
cock.

"Yeah, that sounds good."  Kenny pulled Bo's rock hard cock back and
swallowed it to the fat nuts.  Bo's legs wobbled as he fought shooting a
load down Kenny's throat.

"No, fucker.  I want you cock up my ass, but you can do that a few
more........................min, ahhhh, geez, please Kenny."  Kenny let the
big dick flop back down and nonchalantly walked toward the bedroom dropping
clothes along the way.  Bo whizzed past him and flopped on the bed on his
back.  Kenny stood between the long thick legs, picked up a tube of lube
from the nightstand and began working his fingers into the already wet
hole.  Bo's hands worked his dark brown nipples until they were long and
hard.  Bo closed his eyes and felt the waves of sexual need sweep over his
muscular body.  Kenny stroked the black marble cock with one hand as he
worked his fist into the gasping, moaning man.  Bo had often talked about
getting fisted but this was the first time Kenny had gone this far.  He
pulled down on the big dick and let it spring back to the deeply defined
abs.  Bo's balls were swelling to the size of big lemons and Kenny found
himself moaning with is own desires.  Bo raised his butt seemingly to suck
Kenny's arm deeper into his body.

"Oh fuck, Kenny, dick, I need your dick."  Kenny slowly removed his hand
making Bo groan louder.  He lubed his cock and raised Bo's legs up and back
to expose the stretched hole.  The big cock was as big around as Kenny's
fist and easily slid into the hot hungry man.  Bo wrapped his long arms
around not only his legs but as far around Kenny as he could reach.  The
two men let their tongues explore each other's mouth as Kenny pounded the
frantic cop.  Kenny's abs ground against Bo's cock and balls sliding in the
two men's dripping sweat.  Bo broke the kiss and panted.  "Ken, I'm gonna
shoot."  He hugged Kenny harder pulling the big dick deeper into his
ass. Kenny felt the hot cum spray between them as he felt his tongue being
sucked from his mouth.  The lean mechanics nuts tightened against his body
and were bigger than h ever felt them.  His hot juice filled his lover's
ass.  Bo whimpered as the spunk filled his soul.  The two men let their
cocks recover before untangling their bodies to lie quietly together and
fall quietly to sleep.  Bo woke up about midnight to take a piss.  He
looked at the finely chiseled face of the man next to him and basked in the
warmth of the love he felt.

Steve and Art chatted amicably over dinner and Art carefully discussed what
had happened a few nights before.  Steve seemed to be all right with things
and Art relaxed.  They talked about Sonny's moving back to Chicago and what
that might mean.  Art really didn't know where he stood in Sonny's future
with all that was happening but felt optimistic.  He carried the empty food
containers and joked about not having anything to offer as dessert.  Steve
slid his thick arms around the warm man and ran his hands over the furry
muscular chest. Art felt the hot breath on his neck as the young cop licked
the hard trap.

"Ah, but I was hoping for another kind of dessert."

To be continued, comments-suggestions?		lennoxbear@aol.com