Date: Sun, 4 Jun 2000 07:37:43 EDT
From: LENNOXBEAR@aol.com
Subject: Beyond the Blue, part 17

Beyond the Blue, part 17		by lennoxbear@aol.com

The following is an erotic story involving gay relationships and male to
male sex.  If such offends you, leave.


Bo walked solemnly through the empty house.  A feeling of fear filled him
at the silence.  His wife and children's clothes were gone, many furniture
items were missing, some toys remained but the silence was overwhelming.
He found the note stuck to the refrigerator by a magnet. His hands trembled
as he reached for it and read it through his tears.

"Bo, I love you dearly, but my life does not remain with you.  I have
chosen to go a different path in life and hope you will come to understand
in time. There are so many reasons for what I am doing, please give me
time.  The kids are with my mother and are safe.  I need a few days, then
we'll talk."

His hands continued to shake as he dialed his mother in law's number.  The
phone rang several times before the familiar voice answered.

"Barb?"

"Bo, is that you honey?"

"Yes, are the kids there?  Are they OK?  Where's Janet?"

"The kids are here and they are fine with me, they're watching TV.  I don't
know exactly where Janet is.  She just said she would call me in a couple
of days and that she had to begin a new life for herself.  What's happened
Bo?  Did you two have an argument?"

"No, at least nothing that would warrant her leaving like this.  I don't
know what any of this means. Do you have any idea where she might be?"

"Not a clue.  Did you find anything in the house that might tell you?"

"No, I only got home a few minutes ago, I was at a conference."  His voice
caught as he lied to a woman who was like his own mother.  Can you get the
kids off to school tomorrow, do you need my help?'

"No, they'll be fine."

"I'm going to look around here and see if I can find anything. I'll stop by
tomorrow to talk with you.  Is it OK for the kids to stay there for a few
days until we figure this out?"

"My yes, don't worry about them.  You need to find Janet and get some
answers."

"I know, give them my love and I'll see you in the morning."

"OK dear, you try to get some rest too.  You won't be good to anybody if
you can't get some rest.  Don't worry about the children.  Bye."

Bo hung up the phone and stared out the kitchen window.  The place had been
cleaned out methodically.  His wife only took what she wanted and left the
rest for him.  The address book was gone with phone numbers of their
friends and family.  But the pre-programmed numbers of some people remained
in the phone.  He spent an hour calling people with no luck locating his
wife.  He sat at the kitchen counter still shaking over the whole event.
Bo felt his heart break even though he had to admit his life didn't lie
with his wife either.

After about two hours of calling around, he finally called his duty officer
and called off for the next day.  Ron told him not to worry.  Steve could
handle things himself with overlap from Al and Jim.  He needed time to do
some things and Ron understood.  Ron asked the same questions his
mother-in-law had asked and got the same answers.

"But Bo, what about you and, uh, well, you and uh.  Never mind, it's none
of my business.  Do what you have to do and let me know if you need more
time.  Give me a call tomorrow buddy."  Bo looked at the phone when he hung
up and wondered if Ron knew about him and Kenny.  They had been very
careful, or so they thought.  He thought of calling Kenny but figured it
might make him too cloudy emotionally to think.  As he sat at the kitchen
counter drumming his fingers with one hand and idly pinching his sensitive
nipple with the other, he noticed the indentations of a phone number on the
pad next to the phone.  He carefully penciled over the number and called
it.  It was a truck rental company a mile or so away.  He listened to the
message and hung up.  It would be his first stop in the morning.

Al woke up with Jim's arms wrapped around him.  It was definitely how he
wanted their lives to be together, only not with his wife missing and
things crumbling around his new lover.  Jim stirred and moved his hands
down to find Al's hard nips in the soft fur.  Jim's cock was hard and
nestled between Al's butt cheeks.

"Come on horndog, we gotta get to work and get to figuring out where your
wife went off to this weekend."  Jim sighed and squeezed the big cop.

"You're right, as much as I love you, I have to focus on Linda and finding
out what is going on here."  He jumped out of bed and headed to the
bathroom.  Before Al could straighten his legs, he heard Jim pissing and
groaning.

"What are you doing in there?"

"Oh shit, just being near you makes me hard and horny, this isn't going to
be easy."  Al got up and walked to the bathroom, his own cock, swaying hard
and stiff in front of him.  "I want to be with you, to wake up in the
morning and suck on that tool and kiss you without feeling all this guilt."

"I know you do, but we need to be focused and do our jobs too.  And right
now that means figuring out where your wife has gone and with whom."  Al
hugged him and the two burly men kissed for a long time.  "We're running
out of time to even shave now.  Get a move on.  I'll shower."  Al jumped
into a hot shower as Jim quickly shaved.  Before Al could finish Jim was in
the tub with him brandishing his still stiff prick.  Al smiled and batted
at it.  "Well, if you must."  Al turned and leaned against the front wall,
water cascading over his deeply cut back as Jim slid his dick into Al's
butt.  The two men just made it to role call and the start of their day.

Ron's muttering that the same thing had happened to Bo almost slipped by
them.  Steve was the one who caught it and asked Ron if he knew anything.
The older beefy cop just shook his head and said no, that was all Bo had
shared.  He was making plans for a part time person to work with Steve in
case Bo requested some leave to handle this. Steve told Jim and Al and went
to sign out his vehicle for the day.  Al caught up with Ron as he poured
himself another cup of coffee.

"Hey, aren't you supposed to be watching that stuff.  Blood pressure and
all."  Ron just shot him the look and Al shut up.  The guys had all learned
that Ron was a pretty easygoing man but when he shot you the look, shut
your piehole quickly.

"Yeah, so what?"

"Uh, nothing.  What was it you said about Bo's wife leaving him?"

"Now look, that was a slip.  Bo called off because when he got home
yesterday, his house was empty, his wife was gone and she had left the kids
at her mother's.  Where were you guys this weekend anyway?'

"What makes you think he was with us, er, me?"  Al looked down at his shiny
toe then back up at Ron who only smirked.

"Come on, Allan, who do you think you are talking to anyway?  I know
something's been going on between you and Jim and now I'm pretty sure it's
Bo and Kenny.  What I don't get is how you guys mangled it so badly the
wives figured it out."

Al took a deep breath and rubbed his short black hair. "I don't know.  I
don't think we did.  Something else is up here and we need to get to the
bottom of it.  Jim and I are going to combine our patrols with Steve's and
keep an eye out for both women.  If you hear anything let us know.  Also,
let me know if you get any clues on the letters we both got.  The whole
thing is starting to make me jumpy."

Ron put his coffee cup down on the desk and wrapped his arm around Al's
shoulders as he walked him toward the patrol car.  "Hang in there buddy and
don't back down right now.  I can't afford to have another good man off.  I
don't think Bo can come back tomorrow and Earl is having stomach
trouble. Yeah don't even think about it, that Crown Vic is history soon.
And Dirt, well, he's just plain weird anymore, he called off this morning
too."

"I'm OK.  I'll just keep a good lookout over my shoulder."

"And for what it's worth, well, I don't think Jim's wife took off because
she found out.  The letter I got made it clear there was only one queer on
the force.  Whomever it is doesn't know I got a whole flock here."  Al
looked up at Ron's comment.  "A whole flock of gay cops who I wouldn't
trade for anyone else."  He shook Al's shoulder and watched the big man
drive off with his partner followed closely by Steve.  Ron walked back to
retrieve his mail and coffee.  Another letter was in the stack with his
paperwork. Ron's face went blank as he took his seat on duty and sorted his
paper into neat stacks.  He watched people come and go.  Men and women.
Police and civilians.  He nonchalantly opened the second letter and read it
as he would any of the reports on his desk.  He stamped it as received with
a date and time and carefully let it fall into an open drawer out of sight.

Art was on his way to an appointment when he drove down a partially blocked
residential street.  The moving truck was parked precariously across one
lane as the two women struggled to unload a large table.  The one woman
didn't look too happy to be doing this and appeared pale and weak.  He
stopped long enough to offer help with the table and took her place
carrying it into the first floor apartment.  The two women thanked him and
laughed that he hadn't been there sooner since they had unloaded all the
big stuff themselves.  They acknowledged the table was the heftiest piece
and offered to pay him, which he refused.  He smiled as he walked toward
the door and said he was glad to help even just a little.  His eyes stopped
on a wedding picture perched on top of another box.  He recognized the
woman as the woman who didn't look all that healthy right now.  As he
exited the door, he took another quick glance at the picture.

Art was two minutes late for his appointment but when he explained why, the
man with whom he was meeting smiled and complimented him on helping.  The
guy went on to explain how he appreciated the acts of kindness that some
people gave so easily and wished more people would do that.

"In San Francisco, well, I think I am blessed with a lot of very caring
helpful friends.  They would all give you the shirt from their backs and
not think a second about it.  Don't find that everywhere and I like to do
business with people who think like that.  So, Art, tell me how our two
companies can partner?"  The big man leaned back in his chair and Art
mentally measured the man's chest as being easily 54".  The shirt pulled
snugly but not obscenely, over huge pecs.  The man thighs filled out the
suit pants in long thick ribbons of muscle.  The hair was short and cleanly
cut.  This was not the guy you would expect to see negotiating a deal for
business.  But Art wasn't complaining.

Art laid out his business proposal in complete detail across the table.
The big man made notes and commented as he went through his presentation.
He sat quietly until Art had finished and then reviewed his notes.  Art
went to flip back through the presentation material as he thought
necessary.

"Why don't you do it from this side, it'll be easier.  Art walked around
the table as the man stood up.  OK, the chest was bigger than 54"; the man
stood well over six-foot, maybe 6'7".  "And quit calling me, Mr. Glover,
it's Sonny."

"Sonny? I think you're past that growth spurt."  The big man laughed and
shook Art's shoulder.  Art could see a huge bicep pop under the sleeve of
the suit coat.  He felt the sensations in his crotch as his dick stirred.

"Yeah, it's a nickname that has stuck fast."  Art flipped through his
presentation materials all the while feeling the heat from Sonny standing
behind him.  He reached for his notes across the desk and bumped against
the big man's leg.  Sonny didn't move.  If this man wasn't gay, Art's
gaydar was broken.  Art stood up slowly and Sonny stood firm.

"That's everything."

"Thanks Art, I think we can do business.  I'd like to talk over the final
details later today, if possible. I need some time to draw up the
paperwork.  You free later, maybe for dinner, or better yet, a workout.  I
like doing business in the gym."

"Sure my gym is close by, why don't I write down the address, make
arrangements for a guest pass for you and we can workout then hit dinner
somewhere. That sound OK?"

"Super.  I'll have everything ready this afternoon.  I just need to call my
father."

"Oh, you from this area?"

"Yeah, I moved to San Francisco several years ago to escape Dad, a real
hardcore cop type.  We don't talk much.  For starters he's upset that I
didn't want to be a cop but chose construction engineer instead and, uh, a
couple of other choices I made that pissed him off."

"You're father's a cop here?  I have a couple of buddies who are cops,
maybe they work together?"

"I know one buddy of mine is a cop with him and keeps him at an arm's
length, the true generation gap. We need to talk but there's no talking
with him.  I'm doing another interview this afternoon with a company here
to relocate part of my business.  My mother's health is not the best and
I'd like to be close by.  She can't count on my father since the divorce."

"That's too bad.  I hope you get a chance to at least say hello and open
the door for conversation."

"Thanks."

"Uh, let me gather my stuff and get out of your way.  Do you mind if I use
the restroom before I leave?"

"No, help yourself."  Art ducked into the bathroom and pissed through a
hardening cock.  Sonny was a hot man and the thought of all that beef in
the gym with him was making him sweat.  He walked back into the hotel suite
and Sonny was sitting at the desk.  He had removed his tie and suit coat to
reveal a nicely carved set of shoulders and pecs under the dress shirt.  A
big smile spread across his face.  He stood up to walk Art to the door and
the full impact of the tall, muscular man with a tiny waist hit Art between
the eyes and in the balls.  Sonny placed his hand on Art's shoulder and
squeezed as they stood at the door.

"What time for the gym?"

"How's four, too early?"

"No, not at all.  I'll call you back if it's a problem.  You have the
address, just look for me in the free weight room."

"Great, later."  Art leaned against the elevator wall as the doors closed
and gasped to catch his breath.  The workout and dinner were going to
definitely try his gay nerves.

Al and Jim made their rounds, overlapping with Steve's area as he soloed.
Jim made notes on where he thought his wife could be and with whom.  It was
a short list.  None of her relatives knew where she was and if any friends
knew, they weren't saying.  One thing was certain, she had to either have
put her belongings in storage or moved them into an apartment.  There was
too much to be driving around.

"You know Jim, I think we should call Bo.  The fact that his wife has
pulled the same stunt makes me suspicious.  After all, I did see them
together in the restaurant last week."

"You what?"

"Oh fuck, I never told you that, did I?  Well, that dinner we did out with
Eric, well, Linda was there with Janet, on the other side of the
restaurant."

"You think they helped each other?  Guess they could have, after all they
are friends.  Do you have Bo's home number?"

"Yeah, in my notebook, along with his cell phone number.  I'd try that
first.  I bet he's out looking for Janet now."  Jim dialed the number and
got Bo on the second ring.

"No, this isn't Janet, it's Jim.  Sorry, didn't mean to bug you.  But, did
you know, my wife has pulled the same disappearing act.  No, really, she
moved her stuff out over the weekend and no one knows where she may have
gone.  Not a clue.  Really, a rental truck?  Did they have any idea where
they were heading?  Check the mileage, cut it in half and make a circle.
They have to be in that radius.  How far is it from the rental place to
your house?  OK, I'm not sure how that effects the equation but it's a
start.  Why don't we meet you for lunch at 11:30?  Yeah, the diner's
fine. See you there."  Jim clicked the phone off and slumped in the seat.

"What did he say about a rental truck?"

"Janet rented a truck not far from their home but hasn't returned it.  It's
not on our patrol, nor Steve's.  Who has 95th street?"

"Dirt normally, but that fucker called off too today.  Do you think Ron
would have whoever is patrolling that area keep an eye on the rental
place?"

"Worth asking, I'll call."  Ron agreed to have the patrol check out the
rental office and Jim sighed heavily.

"Hey, buddy, she's all right."

"I know in my heart she is but it pisses me off that she is putting me
through this, despite the guilt that I was going to ask for a divorce
anyway, talk about fucked up emotions. Al, promise me that if we develop a
real relationship, that we'll be honest with each other, please."

"I promise and I think we are on our way there."  He reached over and
squeezed Jim's leg and ran his hand up to the big basket.  Jim let out a
long slow sigh and adjusted his aching nuts. They spent the rest of the
morning performing basic routine tasks and checking in frequently with
Steve.  He met them for lunch at the diner and was happy to see Bo walk in
looking a bit more relaxed than expected.

"Well, I still have no clue where they are but I don't think it can be that
far.  Knowing Janet, she's not about to drive a truck any farther than she
has to.  Hates trucks.  Steve looked up from his Rueben.

"Ub rebaltwk?"

"Is that mouthful for a rental truck?"  Steve nodded yes and swallowed
hard.  "I saw a truck over on Buena Vista this morning, not a bad
neighbourhood."

"Hey, check it out after lunch again and keep an eye out for either of
these vehicles and license plate numbers."  Steve nodded again his mouth
full of sandwich.

"We're going to run and check a couple of leads.  Not sure if Jim here will
be up for the gym but I'll try to make it."

"OK Al, hey guys, try not to worry.  I'm sure they are OK."

Ron looked over the analysis of the two letters he had received.  No
fingerprints.  The paper was standard run of the mill printer paper you
could buy in a hundred stores and the print was most likely an older Epson.
Nothing there that was going to help finger whoever was threatening Al.  He
sat at his desk and drummed his fingers.  Al was a good cop.  Too good to
lose because some bigot was insecure about gay men.  There had to be a
connection to Al.  Something that this shithead found out or believed and
was causing him to do this.

He sat at his desk closing out the day's paperwork and trying not to worry.
The domino effect was in the back of his mind.  If Al goes down, will Jim
and Bo go down with him and will Kenny also be in jeopardy.  Then there was
Steve.  Ron still wasn't sure about Steve but because he hung out with Al
this shithead could assume guilty and gay by association.  He drained the
rest of the water from the giant bottle on his desk and set the paperwork
aside for the next officer.  He laid the two letters in the middle of his
desk and stared at them.  Who the fuck was doing this and wh......holy
shit, why the hell hadn't he noticed this before.  He picked up the second
letter.  It wasn't postmarked.  This letter had never gone through the
mail.  Someone had to have left it in the inner office basket.  Ron picked
up the phone and called the front desk.  He wanted the videotape from the
monitor in the lobby.  It was changed every six hours.  Whoever left the
second letter had to be on the tape.

Art walked into the gym and nervously paced in the lobby.  The thought of
working out with Sonny wasn't bothering him.  The thought of changing in
the locker room and possibly showering with the man was.  The big man
walked in a few minutes early and shook Art's hand.

"Thanks for working out with me. I hate to miss a workout when I travel.
The guilt kills me, silly eh?"

"Not at all, I feel the same way.  How was the rest of your day and your
interview?"

"Good, very good.  I'll tell you about it later, let's hit the weights."
Art showed him to the locker room and tried not to look as Sonny changed.
The big man completely stripped before putting on his workout clothes.  It
took all of Art's will power not to whistle as Sonny stuffed a huge piece
of meat and two large egg-shaped nuts into a jock.  He pulled on a just
slightly snug pair of jersey shorts that accentuated the basket and a tank
top to expose the slabs of pec muscle and two big half-dollar sized
nipples.  Full, hard, suckable nipples.  Art was in trouble big time.

They hit the free weight room and spent an hour and a half doing chest and
arms.  Sonny was focused on his workout and pushed Art to go heavier.  Art
watched in envy at the weight the man moved and the huge pumping response
of his muscles.  It was like watching someone blow up a beach ball. The man
just grew with each rep.  Their eyes met several times and Art felt like
Sonny was waiting for a cue.  Art's professionalism kept him from giving
it.

"Wow, that was some intense routine.  I'll be sore tomorrow and pumped for
a couple of days, thanks."

"You're welcome and thank you for joining me."  Sonny put his big paw on
Art's sweaty shoulder and rubbed.  Sonny's eyes looked right through Art's
soul.  Art felt his face flush and his breathing become labored.  "Come on,
let's hit the showers."  Sonny pulled Art's shoulder toward the locker room
and was soon standing naked before Art again.  Art felt his dick flopping
half erect in front of him and was sure Sonny was watching it.  "Hey, how
about a steam to work out some of the kinks?'

"Uh, well, I..."

"Come on, will do us a world of good."  Sonny pushed art toward the steam
room.  His hand was on Art's butt and sliding along the sweaty crack.  Art
thought he was going to pass out.  They entered the hot thick steamy room
and settled on a bench at the far end.  Their knees touched as Sonny made
idle chatter about the contracts and getting them signed.

"The sooner we get them signed the sooner we can relax and have dinner."
Art was about to get up when Sonny stopped him.

"Look Art, I want to tell you, well, I think I, oh, we'll talk about this
later."

"Something about the papers?'

"No, nothing, we'll talk later."  The two men showered and tried not to
look at each other's bloated cocks.  They changed quietly and walked to
their cars.  Art suggested a restaurant down the street and Sonny joined
him in his car with his briefcase.  They got a table, ordered drinks and
signed the contracts.  Sonny shook Art's hand and smiled.

"Thanks, Sonny.  I think we'll work well together."  Sonny smiled and put
his hand on Art's forearm.

"Look Art, no matter how I say this, it's going to sound like a come on and
I am not one to mix business and pleasure but god, I'm hoping you're gay.
Cause I really would like to spend time with you.  I think I'm going to get
the job here and well, I would like to see you."

"Wow, that's unreal.  I have to tell you I have had the hots for you since
we met but there is one problem."

"What's that?"

"I think we both prefer top."

"That's OK.  I don't mind the right guy's dick up my ass as long as I can
reciprocate later."

"Would now be too early?"

Al saw Art leaving with Sonny as he came around the corner of the gym and
waited for Jim.  Jim was feeling low spirited but felt he had to do
something to keep his mind occupied or go crazy.  Art stopped to say hello
and introduce Sonny.

Art looked at Jim. "You know, I could have sworn I saw a photo of you today
when I stopped to help two women unload a table in an apartment on the way
to an appointment with Sonny."

"What?  Where?"

"Over on Addison."

"Could it have been my wife you were helping?"

"Not sure, it was a quick glance. It maybe was someone else. But the guy
sure looked a lot like you.  I got the feeling that they were storing
furniture there."  Jim's shoulders dropped.  He thanked Art and walked into
the gym.  "Here's the address, but I didn't get the names and didn't pay
attention to the apartment number. Although it was on the first floor."
Jim took the slip of paper Art wrote out and stuffed it into his pocket.
For some odd reason, he didn't think it would yield much.

The two men changed and pumped hard and heavy.  Al was soaked in sweat and
dripping when they finished.  Jim was more talkative, not his usual blather
but an improvement on the day.  Steve had joined them halfway through and
told them he had seen Bo's wife's car on Buena Vista right where he saw the
truck.  Jim brightened thinking that maybe there was a possibility that his
wife was in one of the two places.

He wanted to change and head over there but Al stopped him.  "Let's do the
sauna or steam and think about how we are going to approach this.  If she
isn't there, we don't want to do or say anything that will get a message to
her to go into hiding.  And if she is there, what exactly are you planning
on saying?"  Jim stopped in the middle of prying off his sweat soaked
shirt.  He dropped his arms with his shirt still tangled over his head.

"I don't know exactly.  Maybe I should figure out an approach." He got out
of the wet shirt in time to see Al's furry muscle butt disappear into the
sauna.  His dick immediately followed.  Al was stretched out on one of the
high benches and Jim sat just below him, leaning back so that they could
discuss what Jim would say, if indeed, Linda were at this address.  The
other people soon left and Al reached around to rub Jim's blond furry wet
chest.  His fingers twisted a nipple eliciting a low moan from Jim.  Jim
turned his head to peek under Al's towel at a throbbing erection.  He stood
up and tightened his own towel to keep his hard dick close to his body.  He
swallowed the sweaty, salty fat cock and fought Al's hands trying to stop
him.

"Jim, no don't.  You're going to get caught giving me a blowjob, don't, oh
fuck, stop that, uh, uh.  Dammit fucker, don't suck me off."  He tried
pulling Jim's head back but the short wet hair only slipped through his
fingers.  "Oh shit, awwwwww."  Al's load shot onto his sweat soaked fur
covered chest and abs as Jim walked away smiling wickedly.  "You bastard."
Pant-pant.  "You killed Kenny."

Sonny and Art talked about Sonny's family over dinner and drinks.  Sonny
was going to sign papers tomorrow to relocate part of his company's
operation to a building owned by a gentleman with whom they did a lot of
business.  Sonny explained that the guy was eventually relocating his
operation a few hours from Chicago but for now this would work well.  And
that the guy was super built and hot and he was almost positive, gay.  Art
looked up from his fourth Margarita.

"What's his name?"

"Eric Stout."

"Oh Eric, yeah, mmm, is gay, woof."

"I think you've had enough to drink."

"Not if I am going to get that dick up my ass. I'm trying to numb my butt."
Sonny chuckled and smiled.

"I don't want you numb.  I want to feel your passion."  Art put down his
drink, stood up, put cash on the table to pay the bill before Sonny could
protest and pulled the big man from his chair.

"My apartment is only a couple of blocks away."

Jim looked at the slip of paper Art had given him and pushed the buzzer on
the apartment door.  Al stood behind him for support.  Jim felt his heart
pounding.  The door opened slowly.

"Hello Janet."

"Jim?  Al?"

"Is Linda here?"  Janet nodded yes.  "May we come in?"

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