Date: Wed, 1 Nov 2000 12:43:50 EST
From: LENNOXBEAR@aol.com
Subject: Beyond the Blue, part 28

Beyond the Blue, part 28		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 looked at the healed scars on his shoulder in the bathroom mirror.  He
did a couple of quick poses to check what was left of his physique.  In
three months of not being able to do much heavy lifting or martial arts, he
had concentrated on toning and maintaining body fat levels.  His weight had
dropped but surprisingly his muscle tone had remained very well intact.
While not the size he had been three months before when the shooting
occurred, he was pleased with his reflection.  He returned to active duty
today and was looking forward to putting his old life back in place.  He
studied the short hair and beard and decided to chance showing up at work
unshaved.  One more quick butt shot.

"Mmm, breakfast."  Jim walked into the bathroom and handed the furry man a
cup of coffee, then dropped to his knees and buried his face in the furry
and still hard butt. "Mmmmmm."

"Jim, we need to get to work, don't start something we can't finish.  At
least not now."  Jim jumped into the shower and left Al sporting a rigid
dick.  "You are a prick.  You know I'll be fighting off a hardon all day
now."

"Lunch." Jim made slurping noise from inside the shower. Al shook his head
and walked back into the bedroom.  As much as he enjoyed three months of
taking it easy, he was anxious to get back to work and into his old
routine.  He had been cleared to begin building the weight back up and was
looking forward even more to their workout that night.  Jim stood in the
doorway of the bathroom drying his hair and wiggling a half erect cock in
Al's direction.

"Too late we have to get to work.  Reel that puppy in and get dressed."
Jim quickly grabbed clothes and their packs and hurried to the garage.  Al
was waiting and handed him a helmet.

"We're taking the Harley?"

"Like yeah.  It's my first day back, what did you expect me to ride?"

"OK, but don't yell at me if I lose one of our gym bags."  They roared off
down the street with Jim clutching Al, wearing a backpack and struggling to
hold yet a second bag.

The locker room was all slaps and cheers to welcome Al's return.  Several
guys commented on the slimmer Al but no one mentioned the beard.  As they
reported for duty, the men expected Ron to instruct Al to shave.  Ron read
off the day's duty roster, made several more announcements and dismissed
them for work.  As Al walked by, he reached out and shook his hand.

"Glad to have you back son.  Jim's been so mopey without you."  Jim mugged
on cue.  "Maybe if you trim this thing a little bit, it won't look so
ratty."  Ron walked back toward his desk as Jim stood looking quickly from
Ron to Al.

"That's it?  No, go shave that fucking thing off?  NO, beards are against
regulation?  No, hey fur face, shave for heaven's sake?  I wouldn't get
away with it if I grew a beard."

"You....wouldn't look this good."  Al walked to the motor pool leaving Jim
pondering his next comment.

"Yeah, well, well,....your uniform is baggy."

Al stood next to the battered Lumina.  "Maybe, gives me more room for
this."  He grabbed his loose dick in his pants and squeezed.

Jim slid behind the steering wheel.  "Three months, still won't wear
underwear."

Al stretched out in the passenger seat.  "You're the one who called it
lunch."

Bo drove up and squeaked to a stop.  "Want to try to do lunch today?"

"Sure.  We were going to try to hook up with that Dennis guy Al met in
court.  We'll keep in touch and let you know when.  He's joining us at the
gym tonight too.  Where's Steve?"

Bo scowled.  "Inside trying to talk to Mary Lou.  Something's up.  I think
our little plan with Max backfired but I haven't talked with him.  Steve's
like a love sick puppy."

"Fucking his brains out hasn't helped eh?"

Bo looked around the parking lot.  "Our little buddy is one for real pig.
If he isn't out trying to pick up women for sex, he's in bed with Art and
Sonny or trying to get naked with us.  I think we've created a monster
guys.  He constantly wants to suck my dick or get me to fuck him somewhere.
I love the guy and all, he is my partner, but geez, give it a break.  Oops,
here he comes."  Steve jumped into the cruiser next to Bo and waved.

"No luck, she's busy tonight."  Bo looked at Al and Jim and rolled his
eyes.

"See you guys for lunch."  Bo waved and mouthed "Help Me," as he drove
away.  "You think Steve will ever figure out what he wants?"  Jim reached
over and squeezed Al's thick sausage.  "You think he'll ever settle for one
man?"

"From the sounds of it, not one man or woman.  Eeew.  Funny, how some of us
knew right from the start where our heads were.  And if you don't stop
playing with that head, it's going to make a big mess."

The morning passed quickly with nothing unusual happening.  Jim was about
to contact Bo about meeting for lunch when they spotted Max walking down
the street.  They pulled over with lights flashing and quickly stopped Max.
Al pushed him against the side of the cruiser and told him to assume the
position.  He quickly frisked Max for weapons making sure to hit all the
right spots that would make the big man's dick hard.  Passers-by were told
by Jim to keep moving as the two cops carried out their joke.

"Officers, this is unfair.  Why are you stopping me?  What did I do?  I'm
gonna start screaming police brutality."  Al copped a quick squeeze of the
big basket.  "Get real, you call that brutality?"  Al leaned his hard dick
against the big man's beefy round muscle butt.  "I don't think that's a
regulation weapon."

"It ain't.  But it's about to shoot a bullet."  Al let Max go and the big
man shook their hands.

"So what are the trumped up charges for this stop?"

"Not calling us for awhile?  What's up?  How's Earl?"

"That's why I haven't called.  Earl is pretty weak but hanging in there.
He's not in pain, just not getting around very well.  So I spend my days
taking care of things for him, pumping at the gym, by the way Al, the
weight loss looks good.  Don't you ever wear underwear?"  Al sighed.  "And
at nights I work. Hasn't been much time.  I'm sorry."

"Well, Bo said you're little meeting with Mary Lou went sour?"  Jim
surveyed the beefy chest straining the soft cotton of the T-shirt and as
nonchalantly as he could, adjust his thickening dick in his uniform.

"Yeah, I can't believe I agreed to that, let alone had sex with her."

"You had sex with her?"

"Yeah, never again.  Anyway, Bo was right.  She's lesbian and probably has
a lover.  Her goal is to get pregnant.  We had some discussion afterwards
and I think, she didn't really tell me this, but I think, she wants to get
pregnant by Steve.  She seems to really like him.  Just doesn't want to be
married to a man."

"So she playing him for his sperm."

"Not exactly.  I think she really does like the man but likes women more."

"And Steve doesn't know this?"

"I don't think so.  Not exactly something that comes up easily in
conversation."

Al leaned back against the cruiser.  "So, how do we tell Steve?  And what
does that do to his mind?  I mean, he's one confused puppy when it comes to
sex now.  This can't help matters much."

Jim ran his hand over his short blond hair then idly crossed his arms over
his chest and stroked his nipples.  "Maybe, we need to confront Steve and
ask him what he wants out of all of this?  We haven't really done that,
well, not exactly."

Max stretched his arms over his head.  The two cops both licked their lips
and smiled. Al punched Max's big right pec.  "You fucked her but you
haven't fucked me. When do I get my turn?"

"Are you kidding?"

Al laughed and started to say yes.  Jim stepped closer.  "Hey, don't leave
me out.  I think a three-way is called for soon."

"Are you kidding?"  Max stuffed his hands into his tight jeans pockets
which only made the muscles in the huge arms pop out more.

Jim kicked at Al's shoe.  "I think I speak for both of us and say we'd
enjoy playing with you."

Max stood and looked from one cop to the other.  He blinked for several
seconds.  Big sigh.  "Oh man, I'd love it but I don't know when.  Are you
kidding me?"

Al laughed and punched the thick tattooed right biceps.  "No.  We aren't
kidding you.  We both want to play but we need to go, so how about calling
us soon so we can get together?"

"OK, I'll do that.  Real soon.  You guys gonna talk with Steve?"

Jim took a deep breath and let it out slowly.  "Yeah, We gotta help this
guy get his head screwed on right.  Guess we have to bring it up over
lunch.  The sooner the better."  Al agreed.  "We'll let you know what
happens.  Over sex.  You guys take care and give Earl our best."  The three
men hugged as people on the street stared.  They watched Max's beefy but
saunter down the street away from them.

Al rubbed his own erect nipples.  "You think he'll call us soon?"

Jim walked back to the driver's side of the car.  "Yeah.  His dick was hard
and halfway to his knees."

Al flopped into the passenger seat.  "Like yours is now?"  Jim whimpered
and adjusted his bent cock in his pants.

"I hope you weren't planning on a long workout tonight.  Your ass is mine."

"I was counting on that."

Sonny sat at the conference table and sorted through the paperwork Eric was
setting in front of him.  He listened intently as the big man outlined
several projects that were coming up and how Sonny fit into his new job.
He totally lost his train of thought when Eric finished his presentation,
leaned back in the chair and threw his 22-inch biceps over the next chair
back.  The dark green silk shirt showed off the thick pecs, huge round
traps and delts and hugged the corded arms sensuously.

"So, how do those projects sound?  Is that enough to keep you busy for
awhile?"  Eric smiled at the stunned Sonny.

Sonny looked up at the big smile under the bushy stache.  Eric's steel blue
eyes sparkled back with a mischievous twinkle.  A door opened at the end of
the conference room and another man, another bodybuilder, walked in and set
papers down next to Eric.  Sonny watched the hard butt under the suit pants
walk back out of the room.  "Uh.  Busy?  Well, this is a ton of work.  But
like I said, I think I'm the man for the job."

"I know you are.  By the way, that was Marsh, in case you didn't meet him.
And Jack is the other guy who will be running things in this office.  You
OK?  Seem a bit overwhelmed."

"Oh no, I'm fine, This work is just the kind of stuff I love to do.  Uh,
but I do have a question?"  Sonny watched as Eric got up to pour another
cup of coffee.  His moth dropped open as the suit pants hugged the massive
rock hard muscle butt.

"What's your question?"

"Is everyone here like a competitive bodybuilder or something?  There are
like six guys here who look like Muscle and Fitness ads."

Eric sat down, crossed his hands together in front of him and leaned
forward on the table.  His traps flexed against the silk.  "No.  But when I
interview, and the person has the drive and experience I need, then also,
shows a certain dedication to the gym, that's a positive to me.
Especially, if they don't have the super ego or attitude that goes with a
lot of that.  You have all those positive points for the job and you work
out.  That says a lot to me.  And you're gay."

"I am?  I mean, did we discuss that, I don't remember."

"No we didn't, it doesn't matter exactly but I prefer to hire gay and
lesbian people to work for me.  You have super qualifications, an obvious
dedication to the gym and, well, qualities that I think make for a good
employee.  Are you having second thoughts?"

"NO!  Not at all.  This job is perfect but how honest can I be?"

"Please be honest."

"I don't know if I can work around all this muscle and testosterone if I
know they are mostly gay men."

"I hope you can adapt, I don't want to lose you as an employee.  Let's go
to lunch and talk about some of this stuff, maybe it'll help you."  Sonny
sat still at the table as Eric straightened the papers. "Something wrong?"
Sonny slowly stood up.  Eric shook his head knowingly as the big man
sheepishly smiled but didn't cover the obvious erection.  "As your
employer, I can't help you with that.  Do you need a few minutes?"  Sonny
shook his head yes.  "I'll meet you in the lobby in 20 minutes."  He smiled
and Sonny sighed as the 6'5" mass of muscle left the room.

Sonny walked back to his new office with the stack of paper in front of
him.  He locked the door and dropped his suit pants.  His throbbing dick
sprung free of his boxers and bobbed menacingly in front of him.  He walked
to his desk and grabbed a wad of tissues just in time.  A few minutes later
he met Eric in the lobby.

"Feeling better?"

"Much.  Thanks for, well, understanding.  You're, to be honest, one fucking
hot man.  I gotta learn to control my reactions."

"Thanks.  I'm honoured.  Guess I shouldn't ask if I can join you to workout
tonight?"

"Only if you aren't offended if my lover and I don't hang around later.  We
have something to do."

"That's quite all right.  Let's go eat.  But tell me, how's this thing with
your father.  Marsh filled me in on the details, how are you?"

Jim ordered lunch for Al as he made small talk with Bo and Steve at the
booth.  Al walked back and plopped down next to Jim.

"That call from Ron, well, the jury verdict came back.  They found Dirt
guilty, sentencing this afternoon."  The four cops sat silently.  "Funny.
In the back of my mind, I knew he shot me and did all this but I was
hoping, well, I don't know what I was hoping.  What a shame.  The guy's
whole career out the window."

Bo took a deep breath.  "Only goes to show what hate and bigotry can do.  I
have to hope some people learned from this."  The four men agreed.

Steve took a big gulp of iced tea.  "Guess we have to move ahead with out
lives now.  Does feel weird.  So, tell me, do you think Mary Lou is a
lesbian?"  The three other cops all looked at each other in a dumbfounded
manner.  "I mean all the clues say she is, then why do I like her so much?"

Bo closed his eyes, shook his head and ruffled Steve's buzzcut.  "You are
truly a mess."  The three men took most of their lunch hour to explain
everything they had learned about Mary Lou and the set up with Max.  Steve
listened intently to the whole tale and sat quietly when they were
finished.

He nodded his head, sat in the booth and looked around.  "Well, that
settles it.  I know what I have to do now."

Jim held up his hands.  "And that would be?"

"Marry her."

"WHAT?!"  The other patrons in the restaurant all turned to look at the
three men who had bellowed in unison

Dennis was waiting at the gym entrance when Jim and Al arrived after
work. They were joined shortly by Bo and Kenny.  The five men signed in and
headed to the locker room to change.  Two minutes later they were joined by
Sonny and Art with Eric tagging along behind.  The men all joked about
knowing each other and congratulated Sonny on his new job with lots of
winking and teasing.  They avoided mentioning anything about Sonny's
father, Dirt.  Dennis was trying to slyly catch glimpses of the beefy men
around him.  He listened to snippets of conversation about Steve and Mary
Lou and finally turned to Jim and asked, "Does this guy really want to
marry her?"  Jim was about to say something when Steve walked into the
locker room.

"Ask him yourself.  Dennis this is Steve?"  Dennis' face immediately went
red as he shook Steve's hand.

"Ask me what?"  Dennis simply said nothing.  "Were they telling stories
about me again?"  Four men bellowed no.  The nine men broke into groups to
workout and two hours later met in a sweaty group to discuss dinner.  Jim
and Al begged off to work on a "project" at home.  Bo, Kenny, Sonny, Art
and Eric made plans for dinner at a nearby restaurant.  Dennis was about to
join them when Steve spoke up.

"Thanks for the invite but Dennis and I have dinner plans."

Jim clutched Al and the gym bags as they raced home on the Harley.  He
jumped off the bike when they got into the garage.  "Wow, that sucker
really moves, what a rush.  How fa....."  Al pressed his mouth against
Jim's and rammed his tongue down Jim's throat.  The garage door was bearly
closed when Al began pulling off his clothes.  "Uh, a bit horny, are we?"
Al pulled Jim's T-shirt over his head and lunged for the big man's furry
nips.  Jim jerked as the teeth bit the sensitive flesh and sent jolts of
electricity through his to his nuts.  Al had his cop partner's jeans down
in three moves and dropped to his knees to swallow the thick flaccid dick.
Jim's big meat pushed its way down Al's open throat and leaked huge gobs of
precum into the hungry man's open mouth.  "Why don't we go upstairs and get
comfortable?"  Al threw his leg over the Harley seat and reached back to
spread his ass.  He leaned forward and ground his fat, hard cock into the
leather seat and growled.  "Oh, OK, this is fine too."

"Fuck me dammit."  Jim straddled the Harley and covered Al's back with his
pumped furry chest.  His big monster prick nestled into the deep chasm of
Al's butt crack.  Jim rubbed the oversized shaft against Al's ass and
breathed deeply of the motorcycle fumes and Al's heated passion.  Al
reached back and held Jim's legs.  Jim straightened up and massaged the
lightly furred, heavily muscled back.  He studied the pattern of the fur
and felt Al growling from deep inside.  His big dick slid back and forth in
the deep asscrack, stiffening more from the hot furry friction.  Al humped
his ass high to meet Jim's rubbing.  His own cock was oozing nonstop precum
on the warm leather seat cushion.

Jim leaned forward and licked the back of Al's neck and along the still
bearded jawline.  "Man, I hope you get to keep this beard.  It is so
fucking hot on you."

"You like it?"

"A lot."

"Show me how much you like it."

Jim leaned back again and reached for a tube of skin lotion in his gym bag.
He spread the lotion on his stiff prick until it was shiny and slick.  His
cock seemed bigger than ever and he licked his lips as he studied the size
of the fist like head compared to the size of Al's hungry hole.  He pushed
the fuckpole into the ass crack and watched as the immense tool split his
lover's ass.  Al groaned as the cock filled him. He reached down and braced
himself on the footholds.

Jim moaned as it slowly slid in to the fat low hanging balls.  "Fuck you're
ass is hot."

"Not as hot as it's going to be.  Plow this cop's ass, fuck me hard.  Come
on Jim." Jim wrapped his hands around the hard round traps, braced his feet
on the cold floor and began rutting the round muscle butt.  He slammed his
cock home again and again making Al beg and plead for more.  Sweat poured
over the big beefy body as he fought off the need to cum.  Al began to moan
louder and jerk as his own cock unloaded on the seat crushed beneath him.
"Fill my asshole pig, give me your thick cop cum."  Jim picked up the
intensity and rammed Al's butt harder.  "Oh yeah, fuck, give it to me."
Jim pushed down on Al's back and slammed his nuts against the hard butt
until they cried for relief as stream after stream of hot cum filled Al's
ass.  "Oh fuck, give me that load."  Jim straightened his back and leaned
back away from Al, his dick still buried in the hot hole.

Al sat up and strained to turn his head to kiss Jim.  The Harley's seat was
covered with his spunk.  Jim ran his hands over the thick chest and bit
Al's shoulders.  He hugged his beefy lover tightly.  "You think the guys
are pissed that we didn't have dinner with them?"

"They'll get over it if they were, besides, I needed that."

"Mmmm, so did I."

"Again?"

"Upstairs?"

"Yeah."  The two men gathered their clothes and gym bags.  As they walked
into the kitchen, Jim groped Al's butt again then stopped to kiss him.

"Do you really think Steve was serious about marrying Mary Lou?"

"Depends on whether Dennis ends up being top or bottom."

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