Date: Wed, 9 Aug 2000 22:18:07 EDT
From: LENNOXBEAR@aol.com
Subject: Beyond the Blue, part 22

Beyond the Blue, part 22		by lennoxbear@aol.com

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


It took Jim three steps to cross the room and gather Al in his arms.  He
held the man's face in his hands and kissed him carefully but deeply.  He
moved to wrap his arms around the poor guy perched on the edge of the bed.

"Hey, hey, watch the head and shoulder.  And definitely watch the bottle.
Sorry about the kiss but I haven't had a chance to brush my teeth."  He
looked up from the bottle between his legs to Jim's happy face covered in
silent tears.  "O good grief, don't get all sappy."

"I can't help it.  I knew when Linda and I got married that I loved her,
and I still love her in many ways.  But, yesterday, I came to realize just
how much and how deeply I love you.  It is a bit overwhelming."  Al quietly
looked up at him and smiled gently.

"I don't know what to say."  Jim cradled him again and Al laughed softly.
"But, really, now, I need help here."  He nodded toward the bottle.  "I'm
not doing very well with this with one arm in a sling.  Help me."  Jim took
the bottle and got an evil grin.  "Help me pee, no funny stuff."  Jim
helped him and was finishing when Brad walked back into the room.

"Excuse me, didn't mean to interrupt an intimate moment."

Al shot him a look.  "No intimate moments, but a very stress relieving
one."  Jim walked to the bathroom and left the bottle where the nurse had
instructed Al to place it.  Al settled back into the bed while Brad and Jim
filled him in on what had happened.  Dr. Pratt stuck his head in to
instruct the two men to allow Al to continue to get some rest.  He gave Al
a quick once over, congratulated him on being back among the real world and
left.  Brad left to get a cup of coffee saying he would meet Jim at the
front entrance in a few minutes.  Jim stood next to Al and rubbed his tight
abs through the hospital gown.  Al may have had a head injury but his
nipples responded by showing hard and erect through the flimsy material.
Jim lightly pinched the visible knobs sending a shiver and moan through Al.
Al pulled the sheet up over himself.

"Uh, the body is reacting but I don't think the whole head and body could
stand much fun right now. However.  He held the sheet up to show Jim his
full hardon and big swollen nuts.  "You gotta get me outta here soon, I'll
be dribbling steadily if I don't go home soon."  Jim carefully held the
sheet up and went down on Al's fat cock.  A long moan escaped from Al as
Jim got his dick wet and then stroked it lightly with his callused hand.
Al shuddered but stopped Jim's hand from accomplishing its goal.  A tired
look on his face made Jim smile.

"Well, horn dog, as much as I would love to chow down on that more, it
probably isn't advisable here.  Besides you really do look beat."

"Oh, don't let the bandaged head, shoulder and IV tracks fool ya.  I'm just
a horny ol' bastard."

"You need to rest and Doc Pratt will take good care of you."

"I wish."

"Stop it.  I'm going home to get some rest.  Call if you need anything.
I'll be back this afternoon and bring you something to read."

"Bring me some clothes to go home in and check my mail and email.  And come
here before you go."  Al reached up with his good arm to pull Jim's head to
him in a deep kiss.  Jim felt the arm move down to squeeze a pec and then
grope his basket in his jeans."  He smiled to himself.

"I knew it.  You're as hard as a 2x4 yourself.  Well, go home, but don't do
anything with that until I get out of here.  Save it for me."  Jim smiled
and kissed him again lightly.  As he walked out the door, he ran into Doc
Pratt who looked at Jim's crotch and then back at his face suspiciously.

"Nothing happened, really."

"Good, he's not out of the woods yet with that head injury.  He needs to
rest, but can go home in a day or two.  In the meantime, how are you?"

"Tired and, uh...."

"Yeah, I can see that.  Well, here, try these herbs to calm yourself and
just take it easy.  When do you report back for duty?"  Jim looked at the
slip of paper Pratt had handed him.

"They gave me three days."

"Can you restrain yourself until he gets home?"

"I was married, boy can I."

"He was telling me about the threats and harassment, any clues?"

"They're working on something but didn't share suspects with me.  Figured
I'd be too emotional."

"They're probably right.  Go home get some rest, do something you enjoy
doing.  I'll talk with you later."

"Thanks Dr. Pratt."

"Tom."  Jim walked back toward the hospital parking lot entrance and found
Brad sipping a cup of coffee on a bench outside.  He held one up for Jim.
The two men walked towards Jim's truck and sat silently as Jim drove toward
Al's apartment.  The police were supervising the repainting of Al's garage
door after making sure they gathered all possible evident.  Jim waved at
the two cops watching the workers.  He explained more of the threat stuff
to Brad as they gathered clothes for Al and sorted through is mail.  Jim
sat at the computer and stared at the AOL screen.

"I need a password to check his email."  Brad picked up a family picture on
the desk and looked at the bottom of the frame.  Taped to the edge of the
frame was Al's password.

"Old habits die hard.  He did this kind of thing as a kid.  Wondered how I
always new his secrets."  Jim typed in the not-so-secret password and
clicked on the mailbox icon.  The usual garbage popped up along with some
email from buddies around the country.  One grabbed Jim's attention as a
blind mailbox like the one used to send Al threats.  He clicked on it and a
large font note opened.

"Guess I didn't do a very good job but it ain't over yet." Jim forwarded it
to his own computer and to Ron's desk at the station.  He called Ron to
tell him it was on its way.  Ron thanked him and pulled it up on screen to
save as evidence.

"The detectives are working with Al's ISP and AOL trying to track down
where these are coming from.  The person is not using a home computer but
one of those ones at like one of those cyber caf^Â's.  They'll figure it
out.  So he's Ok, eh?"  Jim gave Ron the update on Al.  "That's great
buddy, go home and get some rest.  I'll talk with ya later.  Nothing new to
tell ya about on this end.  Later."

Ron hung up the phone and ran his hands over his short flattop.  He reread
the piece of paper a detective had handed him, crumpled it up and threw it
across the room.  Mary Lou picked it up as she walked out of her office and
read it.  She gave Ron a concerned look as he sat at his desk and shrugged
his shoulders.

"Are you going to tell Jim?"

"Not right now, let him get some rest first.  I have men handling it."

Bo and Steve drove past Jim's house and parked at the end of the block.
They figured he would be coming from the opposite direction.  About 20
minutes later the big Ford rumbled down the street and the two men got out.
Even from a distance they both looked tired.

Steve sipped his coffee.  "Do you think they saw us?"

"No, they weren't looking this way at all.  I don't know if Ron will tell
him that we are here on lookout or not.  Guess whomever they suspect is
honing in on Jim."

"Maybe one of us should stay there tonight?"

"Hmm, not a bad idea but Kenny and I sort of had plans?"

"I was going to ask Mary Lou out, maybe I should wait."

"You dog, that's great.  Guess I don't have much hope of getting into those
jeans of yours, eh?"  Steve hung his head and laughed.

"Do you say that to tease me or do you mean it?"

"Both buddy.  I like to tease you because you don't seem to know how good
looking and well built you are.  You're a good catch for any woman.  I
think it's great you want to ask out Mary Lou.  But you always seem like,
well, you feel you are a let down.  Don't.  And to be really honest, if you
were gay, I'd be all over you."

Steve blushed bright red.  "Uh, thanks, I guess.  So, do you think one of
us should offer to stay over at Jim's?"

"We better ask Ron for input. He knows better than I do."

Ron stood in the back of the dispatch garage as they towed in Dirt's
cruiser.  He watched as Kenny checked over the car.  Kenny turned around
and swung the keys on his finger.

"He just left it parked and the keys in it?  No sign of him?"

"Nope, he never got to his assignment.  I had him tailed, he parked the
car, went into a restaurant and slipped out the back I guess."

"Why did you have him followed?"

"Long story, have them check the car out, OK, buddy?"  Kenny shook his head
slowly and signed the car over to detectives.  He walked back over to his
workbench as Ron headed back to the office.

"You think he shot Al?"  Ron looked surprised.  "It wouldn't surprise me.
He ranted everyday when he came in about one thing or another.  And a few
weeks ago, he really started to go off on gays.  I came close to decking
him a coupla times."

"Don't say anything Ken.  Al's in the hospital and Jim is not up to par, I
don't want to take chances."

"You can count on me."  Ron squeezed the beefy mechanics shoulder and
headed out the door.

Art took longer in the shower than usual.  He had a lot of kinks to work
out of his body.  Kink being the operative word.  Sonny was a man possessed
and had worked Art from every conceivable angle.  Just when Art thought
they were about to call it a night, Sonny rolls over and tells Art to fuck
him.  Art felt the heat in his own ass from the three fuckings Sonny had
just put him through and thought there was no way.  All it took was one
look at the huge beefy man spread on the bed, face down, ass in the air
pumping to be fucked and Art's dick jumped at the chance.  Only thing is,
once was not enough.

Sonny flipped over on his back and raised his legs the second time.  He
held them apart with his thick arms.  The large furry forearms tensed to
support the beefy quads.  When Art didn't move fast enough, Sonny lowered
his legs and went for Art's weak-point, the super sensitive nips.  They
were already raw from the manhandling during the ass fucking.  Now, Sonny
was nursing them to get Art in the mood.  Art's cock betrayed him and was
soon throbbing hard and standing out straight from his tight stomach.

Sonny looked at the hard cock and swallowed it in one breath.  Art felt his
dick being sucked into a hot merciless abyss.  Then Sonny let it flop out
as he rolled back onto his back.  Art positioned himself between Sonny's
upturned legs and aimed his thick cock at the pink puckered quivering
target.  Sonny reached up, grabbed Art's long nips and pulled him in.
Art's dick unceremoniously hit its home base and disappeared in the tight
heat.  His nips were stretched out a full two inches in front of him as
Sonny directed the assfucking by titplay.  The long, thick legs wrapped
around Art and held him in place to rape the bigger man's butt.  Sonny
pulled their faces together and drove Art even further over the edge with
some of the most passionate, heated kissing he ever experienced.

Now, as Art tried to recover to go to work, his body shook with pleasure as
the hot soapy water hit every pleasure point.  It was going to be a very
long day at work.  The thought of the gym later made his nips ache.  He
turned off the water and pushed back the shower curtain to find Sonny
standing there with his towel.  The man tenderly dried him and kissed all
the battered body parts.  Art's dick was hard and ready.

"I'm sorry about last night, I just had a need to go all out sexcrazy."

"I'm not complaining."

"I may have gone a bit overboard, sorry."

'Hmm, well, I'd say three times apiece was a productive night.  Oh man, my
nips are hot, thank you."  Sonny smiled weakly.

"Does this have anything to do with your father?  Have you talked with
him?"

"Yeah, I was feeling some guilt I guess.  Took it out in sex.  I left
messages but no answer.  I'm going over there today.  I leave to go back to
San Francisco Friday and I really have to talk with him.  I have to
finalize plans to move back and take care of my mother and I don't want him
screwing things up.  With her or you."

Art kissed him as he felt the big hot hands massage his body.  "I have to
get ready for work.  My dick is going to be hard all day thanks to you.
Damn.  What all do you have to do today?"

"I'm meeting Eric at 10, than I have an errand to run down his way anyway,
so I can take care of two stones with one bird."

"Birds with one stone." Sonny laughed at his mistake and fondled Art's big
nuts.  "Stay away from those stones, you have them going crazy enough now
as it is."

Jim and Brad spent the afternoon relaxing.  Brad did some work on Jim's
computer and Jim puttered around the somewhat empty house.  He walked from
room to room making a list of the things he and Al would need to have in
order to raise a child.  The list was long, way long.  He slumped in a
chair and reviewed the list, then started another of projects that need to
be done before the big day.  And another of things to be done to move Al
into the house.  Brad walked out and took the lists from his hands and gave
him a perplexed look.

"You need a workout, let's hit the gym.  It will be good for both of us.
Then you can stop by the hospital.  I need to hit the road tonight.  Al
seems to be in good shape now, at least he's conscious, well, in comparison
to his usual laid back demeanor."

"Yeah, the gym is probably a good idea.  I need to do something positive
and focus some of this restless energy."

"In other words, you're horny and don't have my brother to release the
tension."

"Something like that.  I'll get my gym stuff and be ready in 10 minutes."
Jim got up to grab his bag just as the doorbell rang.  He opened the door
and found Bo and Steve standing there smiling broadly.

"Hi, wer like uh yer bodeegards, uh-huh."

"Bodyguards?  Is this supposed to make me feel safe?  Come in."

"Well, we just got word from Ron to let you know the prime suspect in Al's
shooting is missing.  They think you could be in danger so we've been on
lookout guarding you all afternoon."  The two beefy cops puffed out their
chest in mock bravado.  Brad stood and stared with his jaw hanging open.

"This brings a whole new meaning to "Chicago's finest."  I'll get my gym
stuff.  Care to join us?"

"Yeah, we were wondering if you were going to workout.  And I was given
permission to stay overnight."  Jim looked at Steve's smiling face and
tight hard body.

"This is supposed to make me feel secure?  You're in more danger than I
am."  Steve furrowed his brow.  "I'm horny as hell and the only place to
sleep is with me, like the other night."

"Hey, I ain't your boy toy.  You stay on your side of the bed and all will
be fine, besides, I have my gun."

"I've seen your gun in the showers and it's pretty good."  Steve blushed
and Bo snorted trying not to laugh.

Jim walked back into the living room with his gym bag.  "Look, Steve, I
appreciate the department's concern but I think I will be OK, you don't
need to stay here."

"Yes, I do.  It's my job, orders."  Bo walked over to Jim.

"Look bud, let him stay.  We don't want another friend in the hospital or
worse.  Accept the coverage until the force brings in the suspect, OK?  I
tease him all the time about being our token straight friend but bottom
line he's a good friend and a good cop.  Please Jim."

"Ohhhhhhhhhhhhh, OK.  But you better not try anything funny in bed."  Brad
shook his head as he walked toward the door.  He stopped to confront Steve.

"Remember they're your friends.  I'm just an in-law.  Heaven help us."

The four men met again at the gym for a two-hour workout.  Brad, while
shorter than Al, was no slouch at the gym.  He was cut and muscled in
places the other guys admired.  His spandex shorts and tank top was no
match for the prime beefy body.  Jim and Brad blitzed chest and arms until
their skin looked two sizes bigger.  Bo, Kenny and Steve followed behind
struggling to keep up.  Brad worked hard but with the same off the wall
sense of humour Al and Jim possessed.  The other three were groaning at all
of the bad jokes.  Brad adjusted a grip for Kenny that made his pecs pop
into deep cuts down the center of his chest.  Bo drooled at the result.
Kenny's string tank top hung like a wet drape from the pumped pecs.  His
nips stuck out like fingertips as his body strained to fuller proportions.
The heat of the workout reacted with the cold air conditioning to make them
plump and full.  Bo discreetly adjusted his cock but his wet jersey shorts
hid no secrets.

Brad drove them into begging for mercy on arms.  Biceps swelled with each
rep, pushing against sweaty, hot skin.  No one wanted to give in as a wimp.
Arms pumped until each man began to see where they could achieve the
coveted center split.  Triceps ached as they peaked into deep relief.  Bo
struck a triceps pose and just reacted by mouthing - damn, over and over.
They were about to call it quits when Brad pulled them back and put them
through forearm work.  Steve was thriving on the new cuts showing from the
new exercises.  Bo dope-slapped him and reminded him a sore arm seriously
impacted his sex life.  Steve pondered the thought for a moment.

"Oh well, not that I would notice much difference."

"Welllllll, if Mary Lou turns you down, Kenny and I would gladly offer to
make it up to you."  Steve tilted his head and smirked.  Then, he struck a
front double biceps and pushed his arms into high sharp peaks.  Bo's mouth
dropped.  "Holy shit that's hot.  I need to leave soon. Things are starting
to hurt."  Kenny turned around and flexed his chest.  Bo's shoulders
drooped.

"Sorry, Bo, but we're supposed to go check out a couple of apartments.
It'll have to wait."  Groans.

Five beaten men staggered to the lockers and showers.  Bo and Kenny jostled
each other as they headed naked to the communal shower room.  Steve
followed behind shaking his head and mumbling that he didn't know any
normal people.  Brad stripped and waited for Jim.  Jim swallowed deeply and
averted his eyes.

"I don't think I can shower with you.  You're too much like your brother."

"Getting hard, eh?  It's not the first time a guy has popped a woody in the
shower with me.  It's OK, I don't care.  Come on, be a man."  Brad glanced
down as Jim dropped his towel. "Hmm, on second thought, keep your distance.
Good grief.  How big is that thing?"

"Oh, it's just the effect the men in your family have on me."

"I use liquid soap."

Bo and Kenny regained enough composure to take off and check out
apartments.  Steve took off to run some errands, grab dinner and call Mary
Lou.  He planned to meet Jim at his house at 9:30.  Give or take.  Brad and
Jim sat and chatted over dinner before Jim dropped him at the train to the
airport.

"Let me know how things go with my dippy brother, he's not about to tell me
if his arm falls off from this or not.  Just his style."

"I will.  I'm really glad you came up and that we had an opportunity to get
to know each other.  I hope we can get together again under better
circumstances."

"Me too.  You know Al has always kept his gay life an arm's length away
from me.  I met a couple of the guys he dated and you are the first who
isn't a major asshole."

"So, I'm a minor asshole?"

"No, that's not what I meant.  I know from the few things that Al has said
to me, he's really in deep with you.  And it isn't always easy for him to
show it.  I think he's made a good choice this time.  I hope we get to see
a lot of each other over the years."

"So do I."

"I have to run.  Good luck with the baby and take care of that big dopey
brother of mine."  Brad hugged Jim and held him tightly.  Jim squeezed
back.  He watched the train disappear around the corner then took off for
the hospital.

Sonny had finished working through loose ends with Eric on the new job and
making arrangements for his mother.  He shook the big man's hand and
watched the arm and chest flex with the handshake.

"Are you heading back to Chicago now and then San Francisco?"

"No actually, I have to try to find a place not far from here.  A cabin I
haven't been to in a lot of years.  My family owns it but my father uses
it, so, of course, I don't ever see it.  Do you know how to get to this
address?"  Sonny showed Eric a slip of paper and Eric reacted with a
surprised look.

"Yeah, that's a lake out near my house but I have seldom seen anyone go up
that road.  Always thought it fell into the murder movie category, you
know.  Like Texas Chainsaw stuff."

"That may be closer to the truth than you know."

"If you want, I'll drive you out there.  Easier than hoping you don't get
lost."

"Thanks, but I don't know if that is such a good idea."

"Then I definitely don't think you should be going out there alone.  Come
on, I'll drive you."  Sonny followed Eric to a shiny black Ford pickup and
sat nervously as Eric drove to the secluded road.  Fresh tire tracks showed
someone had been there as they came to a rocking halt and jumped out of the
truck.  Sonny paused at the bottom of the porch stairs.  He cautiously
walked up to the door and tried the knob.  The door was open and he
hesitated a second before just walking into the deserted cabin.

Inside they found clothes, a computer, food and other necessities of
someone planning on being there for some time.

"These are truly different times in which we live.  I never would think to
bring a computer to a hunting cabin.  You said your father still uses this?
Is this his stuff?"  Sonny was across the room looking at the things laid
out on the table near the computer.  The look of fear on Sonny's face made
Eric walk over to look.  The table was covered with newspaper clippings
from several surrounding states and receipts for ammunition.  A stack of
photos partially lay under a detailed map of Chicago streets.  Eric pushed
it aside with a pencil and fanned out the pictures.

"Oh fuck."

Jim walked into Al's hospital room and found the man propped up, his eyes
closed and the room dimly lit.  Al was shirtless, except for the bandages
across his arm and shoulder to hold them immobile.  His beard was trimmed
to a neat goatee.  The sheet over his lap tented out in anticipation.

"About time, I don't think I could have held out much longer."  The door
closed behind Jim and he heard the lock click.  A note slid under the door
toward his feet.

"You have an hour.  Tom P."  Jim turned back to face Al, as the man pulled
the sheet from is lap to reveal his throbbing erection.

"It's OK.  The doc wouldn't do this if it weren't?"  Jim walked over and
carefully slipped his hand behind Al's thick neck.  He brought their faces
together slowly until their lips touched.  "Garlic."  Al wrapped his good
arm around Jim and pressed their open lips together in a long kiss.
Tongues fought back and forth.  Jim brought his hand up to cup the big
furry pec sitting atop Al's chest.  He squeezed the warm hard flesh and
worked his hands out to the swelling nipple.  His lips ran down Al's throat
through the chest hair to the right nip.  Al held the cop's head on his tit
and felt teeth biting lightly followed by deep hard sucking.  "Oh man that
feels good."  Jim slid over to the left nipple and blew on it.  A wet
finger run around the edge caused it to pop into full erection.  Jim
attacked the left nip with gusto as Al moaned.  The left was directly tied
to Al's sex buttons.  Jim's hand found the large fat low hangers between
the cops muscle thighs and fondled them until Al bucked his hips slightly.

Jim's tongue worked its way down over the etched abs and fur to the thick
pubic mound.  His tongue teased all around Al's balls and base of his cock.
A finger, wet from the dripping spit, slid into Al's butt.  Then two.

"Doc doesn't think I am ready to be tipped over and fucked.  Oh shit, no,
Jim, don't.  You'll make me cum."  Al felt a third finger enter and stretch
his hot hole.  Jim's hot mouth went from sucking the fat nuts to swallowing
the thick cock.  Al's hand pulled Jim's shirt from his jeans.  Jim stopped
long enough to pull off his shirt and drop his jeans.  His mouth began
working its way down AL's thick, heavily veined, furry muscular legs.  Al
worked his nips as Jim tongue bathed his body and back to his cock and
balls.  Al could feel the drool gathering around his nuts as Jim slowly
stroked the tool.  "Say something Jim.  Come up for air.  Oh fuck that
feels so good, sucks those balls."

Jim stopped sucking and looked up at the handsome masculine face.  He
couldn't believe the depth of those eyes that he feared he would never see
again.  He locked eyes with Al and slowly licked the hard throbbing dick.
Spit flowed freely down the blue shaft.  Jim didn't miss a slurp as he slid
his body up onto the hospital bead and pushed Al's legs apart.

"Jim."  Al looked at the thick muscle-bound cop between his legs.  A look
of caution on his face.  "Say something."

"Don't cum till I tell you."

Jim swung up, straddled the big dick and impaled his hard ass.  Al felt the
heat of Jim's body envelope his cock and threw his head back to
concentrate.  The wet cock was all Jim needed to fuck his ass.  He slowly
moved up and down as his hands abused Al's tits.  Al held onto the side of
the bed to fight off the urge.  Jim rocked back and forth picking up speed.
His cock flopped up and down, side to side.  Al reached over and squeezed
the huge nuts.  His hands explored Jim's flexing pecs, twisting one nipple
then the other.  Jim worked to keep the eye contact but Al was fighting the
abyss.  Al pulled on the big floppy nuts one more time.

"Now."  He felt Al's juice fill his ass as his own spunk shot into the
thick soft fur.  Al threw his head back again and gurgled.  Jim stopped
humping the big dick stuck in his ass and leaned forward on Al's chest.
"You OK."

"Oh....my head's...a.....bit fuzzy, pounding, but I think I'll be OK.  That
was awesome."  Jim lifted his leg and the big dick flopped onto Al's abs.

"Let me clean you up buddy."  He carefully kissed Al.  The big man took a
deep breath as Jim got a wash cloth and warm water to clean the cum from
his fur.  Al moaned with the warm tender touch interrupted by passionate
kisses.  Al looked around the sparse room.

"Jim, I think you better call the doc."

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