Date: Thu, 20 Jul 2000 21:52:10 EDT
From: LENNOXBEAR@aol.com
Subject: Beyond the Blue, part 20

Beyond the Blue, part 20		by lennoxbear@aol.com

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


Jim woke with a start.  His neck screamed from being twisted in an
unnatural position in the chair.  Linda stood over him, shaking him gently.

"Jim, Jim, wake up.  Jim."  Jim finally got his eyes to focus.  "Maybe you
should go home and get some rest honey.  You always fall asleep in chairs
then get crabby when your neck hurts."

"No, I'll be fine.  What are you doing here? What time is it?"  He looked
around the dimly lit room in a slightly confused state.

"It's 9 PM.  I came when Bo called Janet and told us what had happened.
How is he?  How are you?"

Jim stood up and walked across the small dark room.  His knees wobbled from
being cramped in the fetal position for three hours.  He stretched and got
a whiff of himself still dressed in his uniform.  He stood at the window
and looked out over the city in the darkening night-light.  "I'm OK, but I
could use a shower.  Bo was supposed to stop by and bring me some clean
clothes.  Ron stopped by after work."

"And?"

"I guess he's about the same, otherwise, they would have come to wake me
up."  He caught sight of himself in the mirror and choked on the emotional
wave rolling over him again.  His uniform was splotchy with dried blood and
his face still had a few smears of dirt from the street.  As he turned to
look at Linda and speak, nothing came out.  She walked over and hugged him
in a long warm embrace.

"He'll be OK, Jim, really."  She felt him sob and shake.  "You're a good
man to be here all this time with your partner."  He pulled back slightly
and looked at her.  She smiled quietly and wiped his face with a tissue.
She was beginning to show a bit from the pregnancy, something he didn't
expect this soon.

"I love him."

"I know.  You're always telling me you're best buds."

"No, you don't understand.  What you have with Janet, well, I came to
realize a few months ago, that's how I feel about Al.  I love him."  She
looked at him and laughed softly.

"You mean to tell me that you and Al...."  She motioned back and forth with
her hand as she circled the room.

"We're gay."  She walked back across the room and sat on the chair where
Jim had been sleeping.  Her face was slightly twisted as she thought about
his news.

"If this...... hadn't happened, when did you plan on telling me?"

"Soon."  His breathing sounded like wheezing as he fought for emotional
control.  "I thought I needed to plan out some things about my life before
I sprang it on you."

"Touch^Â.  Guess I deserved that one."

"You're pissed aren't you?"

"No, no.  Actually I'm not, amazingly enough.  Well, OK, maybe a little but
only because you didn't say something the other day.  You let me babble
away.  I guess I knew something was different for the both of us.  I never
would have picked this.  I'm not sure Al would have been the person I would
have picked for you to have a relationship with that's all."  Jim looked at
her with the confused look she had come to expect.

"Who would you have figured?"  He sat across from her on another chair.

"Steve."

"Steve's not gay."

"He isn't?  Are you sure?"  Jim shrugged his shoulders.  "Do you still want
to raise our child?"  Jim's head shot up.

"Oh yes, definitely, we probably need to work out the details now.
Especially, since the baby will have two dads and two moms."  Linda rolled
her eyes and got up.

"I better go.  We do need to work out the details but now is not the time.
I know it's weird but I don't feel up to being the primary parent.  But
this raises a whole new slew of questions.  Call me if you need anything.
He'll be fine Jim, try not to worry and get some rest."  She kissed him
lightly on the cheek and left.  Jim swallowed hard and fought back another
round of tears.  He was about to go looking for the doctor when Bo and
Steve arrived with his clothes.  Bo handed him his keys and hugged him.
Jim felt his throat tighten and began sobbing uncontrollably.  Bo held the
big cop in his arms.

"We brought your truck over but maybe you should let us take you home."
Jim shook his head no.

"His family hasn't gotten here yet.  I want to be here just in case.  Can
you guys watch for the doctor while I grab a quick shower in this excuse
for a bathroom here?"  Bo nodded and Steve pushed Jim toward the door.

"Take your time buddy."

The two men relaxed and waited while Jim showered.  A shadow appeared in
the doorway and the two men did a double take when they looked up.
Standing in the doorway was a man only slightly smaller than Al, but with
longer hair and a dangling earring.

"Either of you guys Jim?"  The young man walked in and placed a bag on the
floor next to one of the chairs.

"No, I'm Bo and this is Steve, we work with Al.  Jim's showering."  The
beefy man extended his hand in a firm grip and smiled.

"I'm Brad.  Al's brother.  The nurse told me Jim was here and that there
wasn't any change."  The door to the bathroom flew open and Jim stood in
the doorway stark naked.

"Oops, I heard a voice and thought it might be the doctor.  You must be
Brad."  The man walked over to shake hands as Jim moved to cover himself.
"Well, I see why my brother is attracted to you."

Art lay back with Sonny hovering over him, spreading his legs wide and
plowing his hard butt.  He gave in to the new urges flooding his body and
felt the big thick cock filling his ass.  Sonny pummeled the lean muscular
man.  Art felt his muscles bouncing with each hit against his butt.  He
threw his arms back and went with the flow.  His cock and balls flopped
around loosely.  Sonny's hard abs smashed his balls and Art groaned in
ecstasy.  He reached up and twisted Sonny's large brown nipples.  The big
man grinned evilly and Art felt the cock in his ass get harder and larger.

"You know what that does to me, you up for it?"  He ground his hips against
Art's spread ass and leaned into kiss the panting man.

"Yeah, man, fuck me hard, slam me."  Sonny held Art's ankles nearly bending
the man in half as he slammed his fuckpole into the writhing man.  Art
watched his own cock flopping uncontrollably, his balls swinging upside
down and from side to side.  He continued to work Sonny's big hard nips,
twisting the sensitive flesh.  Sonny growled as he increased the force of
his motion.  Art licked the tense, tightly defined forearms and attempted
to nibble on one of the big man's flexing biceps.  But the motion of Sonny
rocking his ass kept him from succeeding. The radio in the background
played some obscure urban group and then launched into the news.  Sonny
shifted position slightly and Art felt heat shoot through his body.  His
fingers clamped down hard on the rock hard tits as he watched his balls
swell and his cock send gobs of hot cum everywhere.  Sonny's breathing was
rapid and coming in short gasps as he slammed his dick as far into Art's
convulsing body as possible.  His cum rocketed into the whining man as
darts of pleasurable pain racked his chest.  He bent Art further back as
cum oozed from around his throbbing cock.

He dropped Art's legs and collapsed on top of the cum-covered man.  Their
mouths met in deep passionate kisses.  Then they slowly calmed down to
simply hugging and caressing each other's sweaty muscles.  Sonny's cock
slowly slipped from its slippery, wet prison and Art moaned.

"You like that?"

"That was incredible.  I was never much for getting fucked but you make me
want it all the time."

"Good.  However, I like an occasional cock up my butt so you are behind in
your quota."

"So sue me, no, better yet, fuck me."  The two men giggled as they relaxed
in each other's arms.  Art suddenly cocked his head to the radio.  "What
did they say?"  Sonny stopped sucking on his buddy's neck long enough to
hone in on the radio.  "Something about two cops being shot at and one of
them was hit."

"I think that's what they said."

"I thought I heard Al's name, oh shit."  The two men listened intently as
the station repeated the story a minute later in its news wrap-up.  Art was
clearly disturbed.

"Is that the same Al we know?"

"Yeah, holy shit.  Wonder what hospital?"  Sonny tenderly cradled Art in
his arms as they talked over what to do.  He called the desk at the hotel
but was told they didn't have the evening paper yet.

"Why don't we call a couple of hospitals and ask if he was admitted?"

"Not sure they would disclose that information since it is news."  Art sat
up on the edge of the bed, cum still dripped down his furry abs.  Sonny sat
next to him and massaged his shoulders.

"Why don't you grab a shower and I'll call a cop I know here, maybe he can
tell me something."  Art stood up and faced Sonny.  The big man's arms
enveloped him in a warm caring embrace.

"You know a cop here?"

"Yeah, well, my father's a cop but he doesn't talk to me.  But the one duty
officer does and I'll call him.  Go take a shower."  Art headed toward the
bathroom.

"Oh you never told me how your meeting went with Eric."  Sonny smiled and
held onto the side of the bed making his arms bulge and flex.

"The job is mine if I want it, so I guess I'll be moving back to the area."
Art walked back over to the bed, pulled the man to his feet and kissed him
deeply.

"That's great news, glad for you and glad to hear you'll be in the area."

"Can we continue to see each other?'

"I'd like that a lot.  I better shower.  We have time to talk."  Art
relaxed under the warm spray of the shower as Sonny tracked down Ron.  Ron
reluctantly told him which hospital when Sonny explained the circumstances.
However, only immediate family were allowed in and his partner, Jim.

Bo pointed out a large dab of peanut butter on Steve's thigh as they sat
talking.  Steve groaned in dismay over yet another stained uniform.  It
seems his lot in life to always be spilling things on himself.  Bo's large
hot hand stayed in place on Steve's thick hard quad.  Steve stared at it
and swallowed hard.  He felt the heat generating through his muscle and let
out a long deep sigh.

"Come on buddy, what's wrong?  I've been more than open with you, so the
least you can do is let me help you with whatever it is that's bugging
you."  Steve curled the side of his mouth and looked at the big beefy black
man sitting across from him.

"I don't know.  In a lot of ways, it seems really childish and selfish but
I can't help wonder where I fit in in all of this, this, these sexual
friendships.  I admit I like working out and seeing what it does to my
body, it does give me sexual energy.  But there I am in the middle of the
gym, surrounded by all you beefy types, including Al and Jim, knowing that
you're all gay and feeling, weird and out of place.  It's all so
frustrating.  I have this fascination with you guys and your bodies, but
it's not sexual, not really.  At least I don't think it is.  And now, you
and Kenny are a couple.  Is that the right term?  And Jim and Al.  And my
brother and this guy he met with whom he is moving to takes jobs."

"But you have such a nice butt and, well, a very healthy cock."  Bo smiled
sinisterly.

"Don't tease me.  Anyway, the selfish part does not want to lose you guys
as friends as you get deeper into your relationships.  That's not fair to
you.  But I want all of us to be friends.  But I also want someone in my
life.  A partner.  A girl to date."

"And?"  Steve's face went deep red.

"Look Steve, you're going to meet someone, don't be in such a hurry.  It'll
happen. And just because Al and Jim and Kenny and I are partnered, sort of,
doesn't mean we stop being your friend.  You can be our token straight cop
buddy whenever we have a party.  Think of all the people who will hit on
you then."

"Yeah, gay men.  But I understand what you mean and thanks.  I guess I just
got a bit goofy cause you guys were all away and I met this person, who
turned out to be gay of course.  Why is it I can meet guys but not women?"
Bo looked at him long and hard over the end of his nose.

"Hmmm, well, maybe there is something you just haven't faced yet."

"No way, fuck you."

"See, and remember that.  Anytime you're feeling a bit horny, well, I've
seen the dick and I'd be willing to help."

"Oh god, stop it you nutbag.  You trying to gross me out?"

"No, I'm trying to get you to loosen up, relax, enjoy life.  Things will
work out.  Hey, speeder, hold on."

Bo and Steve suddenly got very busy with routine things such as speeding
drivers and accidents.  They missed their lunchtime with Al and Jim and Bo
was playing telephone tag with his wife.  The afternoon was flying by very
quickly.  They were wrapping up their rounds and having another in-depth
soul searching conversation about Steve's emotions and feelings when the
back-up call came over the police radio system.  They were almost to the
scene when they heard the second report of officer down.

They were the third unit to arrive and could see Jim leaning over Al, as he
lay crumpled on the pavement.  It looked as though he was applying pressure
to a wound but they couldn't tell exactly where from this angle.  The six
additional officers all aimed their guns at the direction Jim indicated but
nothing else happened.  No more shots.  No sign of anyone.  Two additional
units arrived and swept through the building, from which Jim felt the shots
had come.  They found no one.

The paramedics arrived and attended to Al as Jim answered questions.  Al
appeared to have lost a lot of blood and was not responding to the medics.
Steve took over their cruiser and followed Bo back to the station so
detectives could examine the vehicle.  Jim handed Bo his keys and asked him
to get his clothes from his locker.  The two friends hugged as Jim stepped
into the ambulance to accompany Al to the hospital.  Ron met them at the
station with what seemed like an endless list of questions.  Al's bike was
clean.  Whoever had slashed the tires left no prints.  But Ron was closing
in on a possible suspect and was working with a couple of other officers to
check out some details.

Bo and Steve showered at the station.  Neither felt up to a workout.  Kenny
joined them when he finished with the cruiser.  The three men sat naked in
the locker room hesitant to move. Steve finally got up to dress.

"Not much we can do here or at the hospital.  We never had lunch today Bo.
I'm starved and we need to eat.  Come on guys lets go eat, then we can take
Jim's clothes to him."  The three men dressed in silence.

Kenny walked out of the door and stopped in the parking lot.  Al's bike
still sat in a parking space.  "Look guys, I think I better get this to
someplace safe. Let's load it into Bo's truck and haul it to my
garage. Then we can go eat and hit the hospital.  Kenny secured the big
Harley in the bed of Bo's Ram and the three men took off.  They rolled the
bike to the back of Kenny's garage at their destination.  Bo asked to use
the bathroom so they sat in the living room and pondered the state of
affairs among their group of friends.  Kenny noticed he had a message and
was surprised to hear Ron asking him to call him at home.  Bo and Steve
decided to head to the restaurant and get a table.  Ron punched the number
into the phone and was about to hang up when Ron answered.

"Hey guy, I was about to hang up, what's up?"

"Thanks for calling me back Ken.  I just got back from the hospital and was
just walking in the front door.  Can you drop by and go over a couple of
things with me tonight?"

"Sure.  We were just about to go for dinner, Bo and Steve and me, want to
join us?"

"Hey, good idea.  The three of you may be able to help me with these, um,
questions I have."  Kenny gave him a time and place and scooted out the
door to follow Bo and Steve.  He didn't think about it until he was halfway
to the restaurant, that they had chosen a gay restaurant.  Wonder how Ron
would react.

A few minutes after they sat at the table, Ron arrived and joined them.
The three friends sat and kept quiet hoping Ron wouldn't notice the other
customers.  A slightly drunk drag queen gave it away.  Ron sipped his beer
and looked at the big beefy men with feigned contempt.

"I suppose you think this is funny?"  Bo was the first to bust out
laughing.  "Sad thing is, if I WERE gay, I'm over the hill, so none of
these guys would pay me any attention, except maybe for the drunk queen who
just left."

Steve chuckled.  "Oh, I don't know Ron, I bet lots of these guys are
looking for daddy types."  Ron choked on his beer.

"So, muscle boy, where does that leave you in this mix?"  Ron winked at
Steve.

"I'm the unattainable straight friend having dinner with his gay buds."
The beefy black waiter had just arrived to take their orders.  He lowered
his eyes and stared at Steve.

"Well, doesn't that just beat all.  The hottest man in here, and he's
straight.  Shit.  Well, honey, if you decide to get bent, the name's Derek
and I'm real good with muscle men."  Steve's face matched the red of the
booth. Ron let out a whoop and laughed.  "Oh don't get smug Dad.  You may
be a daddy type but you're a hot man.  So, what'll you all have tonight,
besides me?"  Ron just sat and blinked.

The men gave their order to the waiter who couldn't resist a quick squeeze
of Steve's thick delt.  Ron pulled a file out from under the table and
explained the investigation into Al's harassment.  Bo sat back and ran his
finger around the rim of his glass.

"You think the shooter is the same person?"

"I ain't certain but thought you guys could answer some questions about Jim
and Al's routine.  And before you launch into sex talk, I don't mean that,
sheesh."  Ron laid out his thinking without divulging his suspicion of the
guilty party.  They made notes on their ideas and began to see a pattern
emerge.  The waiter brought their food.

"OH, you guys talking about that cop that got shot?  He isn't that big
beefy muscle dude who comes in here on the Harley, is he?  Cause if it is,
I'm available as a personal nurse for his COMPLETE recovery."

"Um, I think he has a nurse."

"What?  That other big guy who's been in here with him?  Is he also a cop?
You guys all going gay or something?  I do uniforms."  He looked at Steve.
"See buddy, it's only a matter of time, I will have you."  He wandered back
to another table.  He was back in a couple of minutes to check on them.

"Uh, Bo, don't look now but your wife just walked in, hmm, she's with that
other woman again.  "'Scuse me, I don't do fireworks.  Please no bloodshed
at this table."  Bo was about to hide from Janet when Ron told him to call
them over.

"You know, they may be able to help us."

Bo and Steve finally got to the hospital to drop off Jim's clothes.  Kenny
arrived a few minutes later having stayed at the restaurant to answer a
couple more questions for Ron.  He arrived just in time to hear Al's
brother Brad embarrass Jim.

"Sorry, Jim.  But my brother was never shy about telling me his stories and
that he likes guys with big dicks and lots of muscle. Take it as a
compliment."  Jim laughed nervously and grabbed his clothes.  He walked out
of the bathroom a few minutes later in his jeans and shoes as he pulled on
a T-shirt.

"Have you been in to see Al?  Is he OK?  What did they tell you?"  Brad
looked at Jim's obviously concerned face and smiled calmly.

"No, I can only get in on the hour for a few minutes.  They haven't told me
much and are tracking down the doctor.  Our parents are on their way back
from a vacation in Florida.  I don't know when they will get here."  Jim
sucked in a quick breath and let out a sigh of frustration.

"It's been hours.  I hate not knowing."  Brad shook his head in agreement.

"Not much we can do but wait.  So tell me about you and my brother."  Jim
filled Brad in on the budding relationship with Bo and Kenny adding their
comments and Steve sitting in the corner wide-eyed.

"Too much information for me."

Bo was about to pull out all stops on teasing Steve when the doctor walked
in and asked to see Brad.  Jim looked at Brad with deep puppy dog eyes.

"I'll see what I can do buddy to get you in now but I don't like this guy's
tone."  A few minutes later the doctor returned.

"Jim?  Could I please talk with you sir?"

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