Date: Fri, 8 Sep 2000 18:15:18 EDT
From: LENNOXBEAR@aol.com
Subject: Beyond the Blue, part 24

Beyond the Blue, part 24		by lennoxbear@aol.com

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

Jim sat on the edge of Al's bed rubbing the man's leg and listening
intently to Earl.  Dr. Pratt had phoned Jim shortly after Earl had
throttled the intruder into Al's room as the man attempted to poison Al.
The stuff he had tried to introduce into Al's IV drip would have done the
job.  The infection that had manifest itself in Al's shoulder and the
dehydration had prompted Pratt to use an IV.  The perfect set-up for
knocking someone off.  Jim shook his head and struggled to figure it out
and understand why.  Steve had dropped him off and then went to another
room to sleep before having to report for work.

"I don't get it Earl, what made you come in here in the middle of the
night?"  Al mumbled as he moved in and out of the conversation.

"Well, with all that's happening in my body, I just don't sleep.  So, when
they brought Al in here after the shooting I snuck in to watch over him.  I
thought someone might still take a shot after what Ron had told me. I
wanted to help, feel useful before my end came." Jim smiled at the man
sitting in the corner chair.  Besides, Doc Pratt was doing a favour for an
old queen."

"What?"  Earl chuckled then coughed.

"All you young hunks on the force kept me going.  I enjoyed the company and
all the hot flesh you brought into the locker room."

"Are you saying you're gay?" Earl looked at Al who rolled his eyes at Jim.

"Not the brightest on the uptake, is he? Yes, I'm gay.  And sitting here
watching this good-looking young man was, well, feeding my fantasies so to
speak. Pratt let me sit here and keep guard.  It was a pleasant job."

"How have you managed to keep it a secret all these years?  I mean, no one
would have suspected you of being gay."

"It wasn't a complete secret, Ron knows, and a couple of others.  People I
can trust.  I'm sorry I didn't have the balls to come out of the closet
before this, like you young guys.  Takes courage.  Of course, you're all
being yanked out of the closet, not in the friendliest manner.  Except,
well, what is Steve's story?"  Jim and Al laughed.

"So you been working in the closet by yourself?"

"Well, I have a lover.  Max, the night manager at the Garage."

"The big beefy older guy?"  Earl shook his head.

"We been together for 25 years, you guys got a long way to go to catch up."

Jim and Al looked at each other.  "Twenty-five years! Wow, that's pretty
awesome.  Congratulations."  Earl waved it off.

"Nothing fantastic, some people just click perfectly, like us.  Like you
two.  I'm just sorry someone with a vendetta against gay men tried to do
this.  I knew Dirt was a bit off balance but I never would have suspected
this.  It shocked the hell out of me when the nurse and the cop assigned to
patrol the hall came in and turned the light on.  There's Dirt on the
floor.  I whacked him good.  Look at my cane, all bent."

"I'm glad you were here buddy."  Al motioned to Earl.  "I'm glad they got
him before he killed someone."

"Hatred's a pretty powerful emotion.  He's been building up hatred for a
long time from what Ron said."  Earl coughed and wheezed then tried to get
up.  Jim went over to help him.  "I think I better get some rest.  This
body can't take the excitement anymore."  Jim helped him back to his room
as Al lay in bed thinking.  Pratt came in and checked his vitals.

"Earl's a pretty cool guy, lucky for you he couldn't sleep."  Al agreed as
Tom probed his body.  "So I imagine he came out to you?  He comes from a
different era than we do. It took a lot for him to tell me as his doctor
that he was gay.  I don't know how much longer he has.  The cancer is
progressing pretty fast.  He could use a couple more good friends."

"Yeah, I would love to talk with him.  No way of telling how long he has?"

"Can't say.  Max runs in and out of here expecting to find him dead in bed.
They've been together a long time.  I can't imagine 25 years as a gay
couple.  I have yet to meet the right man."

Al sat quietly listening to the doctor.  "You will.  I'm lucky; Jim's the
right man.  I just have to be sure I don't lose him."  The door closing
made both men turn around.

"You don't have to worry about that."  Jim walked over and kissed Al.

"I think you need to check on Earl.  He seems really weak."  Tom sighed and
walked toward the door.  Jim turned back to Al and stroked the furry
forearm.  "Guess it's over."

"Mostly, except for all the messy legal stuff.  And the mental health
stuff.  Dirt's going to go through a lot of examinations for sure.  And
then, there's the part of settling up with Sonny and the rest of his
family.  This has to be killing them."

"Yeah, I thought I would try to track Sonny down this afternoon.  Last I
heard he was planning on going back to California to move his stuff back
here for a job with Eric."

"Ron thinks the picture of Sonny and me from Folsum was what pushed him
over the edge.  Perfectly innocent, we never did anything.  Hmmpffhhhh, in
Dirt's mind, I turned his son into a screaming queen.  I thought families
were supposed to be caring and helpful."

"You would think.  I have an opportunity with my son to make a difference
and that scares me, just being a parent scares me."

"Son?  How do you know? You'll do fine."  The two men hugged as best they
could with Al weak in bed.  Steve walked in, as he was about to leave for
work.

"Don't you two ever stop all this, this gay stuff?"  Jim grabbed him and
attempted to plant a kiss.  "Stop it.  You perv. Stop."  Both men were
laughing good-naturedly.  "I need to leave for work.  You going to be able
to get home?  You want Bo and me to stop for ya later?"

"No, Linda is going to pick me up at lunch time so we can discuss a few
things.  I'm going to hang here for awhile and spend time with Al.  I'll
walk you to the door."  Jim walked toward the parking lot with Steve.  He
wanted to be sure Steve was OK after last night's close call with a bullet.

"I'm good, now that they have Dirt in for questioning.  It's a shame, the
man's whole career down the drain like that, wow." Jim nodded in agreement
as they stood beside Steve's car in the still dark morning.

"Thanks for being there last night. I appreciate your being such a good
friend.  Hopefully, things can get back to normal now, or whatever passes
for normal.  You have a good day and tell Bo we are thinking about him."
Jim went to shake Steve's hand but the shorter cop hugged him instead.  The
two men closed in a warm embrace and Jim kissed Steve lightly on the side
of the neck.  Steve didn't let go but instead kissed Jim back.

"I better go, can't be late."  Steve hopped into his car and drove off
leaving Jim with a very bewildered look on his face and a lump in his
jeans.

Bo and Kenny drove to work together trying to get through a list of things
they needed to accomplish over the next few days.  Bo planned to beg Janet
to let him store his stuff at the house for a couple of weeks until they
found an apartment and could get things in shape to move.  Both men were a
bit weary having spent most of the evening in the heat of hot man to man
sex.  Bo had come full circle and was now hungry to have Kenny's big dick
up his ass half the night.  Kenny wasn't arguing but his dick was feeling a
bit sore from the rough treatment.

"You know, we may have to consider an open relationship, I'm not sure my
dick can hold up."

"I thought about that but I don't know if I want an open relationship.  I
mean we had a lot of fun at Eric's that weekend but the best part was when
it was just you and I.  I ain't gonna kid you, I love man sex but right now
I think I only want to concentrate on you.  Weird eh?"

Kenny parked near the garage entrance and rubbed his swollen balls.  "No, I
think I want that too, but man, you're one fucking hot man.  I don't know
if I can keep you happy by myself, but I'm willing to try if you are?"

"I am, unless of course, Goldberg makes a hit on me."  Kenny rolled his
eyes and laughed like it was about to happen any time soon.  The two men
grabbed a quick kiss just inside the garage as Bo headed toward the locker
room.

Steve was standing in front of his locker in his underwear when Bo walked
into the room.  He looked at the outline of Steve's semi-erect cock and bit
his lip.  Steve updated him on the occurrences of the last few hours as
they reported for roll call.  Ron updated everyone on the situation with Al
and that a suspect had been apprehended with Earl's assistance.  A cheer
went up for Earl who unfortunately wasn't there to hear it.  Quiet came
over the room as buzz spread that the suspect was Dirt.  It was a damper on
the early morning.  As the men filed out for their day's rounds, Bo and
Steve passed Mary Lou at her desk.  She and Steve exchanged waves and
smiles with Steve mouthing that he would call her later.  Bo slid behind
the seat of the patrol car and hummed happily.  Steve looked at him
suspiciously and finally punched him to stop.

"Why should I stop?  You obviously like her, and the fact that you are
dating someone is cool.  Besides, I saw that pole you were trying to hide
this morning in the locker room."

"Well, for your information, we haven't gone out yet, not till this weekend
but we have talked a lot.  And yes, I do think I could like her a lot.
However, and I'll kill you if you tell anyone.  My "pole" as you so
graciously refer to it was not for her."

"Huh, what?  Did you boink some nurse at the hospital last night when
everyone was in the middle of all the drama?"

"Boink? No, I wish.  I kissed Jim.  I hugged Jim and now I have a hardon
because of it."

"Wha?  That skinny assed blond dude?  I'm much hotter than he is any day of
the......I'm kidding.  Quit giving me the look.  Are you sure?"

"Sure that I did those things, oh yeah.  And real sure that I got hard
because of it.  I need a counselor, know anyone?"

"Not really.  Maybe it was the tension from the night and your body was
having a confused moment."

"It was this morning, when I was leaving for work and I've gone over it a
dozen times all ready."

"What was Jim's reaction?'

"He didn't let on like he had one.  Oh fuck.  I finally get a date with a
woman and here I am having a sexual response to another man."

"Damn, and it's not even me."  Steve screwed up his face and shot Bo
another look.  "I'll try to find out if Kenny knows anyone, in the
meantime, try to control your rod.  I'm teasing you buddy but I want you to
know and understand that I'm here if you need anything.  No matter what you
decide to do."

Steve thanked him and was about to talk about Dirt and Al when a call came
in in their area.  The rest of the day was spent in high-energy situations
trying to keep up with demand.  By the end of the day the two men were
tired and debating whether or not a workout would be in their best
interest.  Kenny was waiting for Bo and teased them into hitting the gym.
They dragged themselves in but were soon pumping themselves back into
feeling good.  Shortly after they arrived, Art walked in with Sonny. The
cops all bit their tongues in an effort not to mention his father.  Sonny
took it on himself to break the barrier with Steve.

"You know it's OK.  My father did some dumb things and we have a lot to
repair between us but you guys don't have to clam up around me.  One of the
things I liked about working out around you guys was the camaraderie.  I
leave tomorrow for California. I have a lot of work to do to return to this
area and a new job, so I'm going to be back here.  I hope we can be
friends."  The guys all looked at each other and apologized. The banter and
silliness returned as they resumed their workout.  An hour and a half later
a sweaty, tired but pumped group of men hit the showers.  Bo and Kenny were
pushing to get to see another apartment and to hook up with Bo's wife about
storing his stuff.  Art and Sonny asked Steve if he wanted to join them for
dinner.  They were planning on grabbing some take out and going back to
Art's, and since he lived in the same building as Steve, why not?

Steve offered to grab a couple bottles of wine and see them in an hour.  He
had enough time to hit the store and call Mary Lou.  He was feeling better
about himself and dismissing the interaction with Jim as an anomaly with
which he would have to deal at some point.  Mary Lou seemed to really be on
his wavelength and he was looking forward to going out with her over the
weekend.  They chatted a bit about their lives in general but Steve didn't
want to use up all of his dinner chatter before their actual date.  He hung
up and stretched out on his bed.  Life was on a course to get back to
normal, for him at least.  As he was about to run down to Art's apartment
he looked in the mirror and saw a large smudge on the T-shirt he was
wearing.  A quick change into another shirt, more flattering summer casual
with cut-off sleeves to show off his arms, and he was out the door.  Sonny
answered the door and greeted Steve wearing shorts and tank.  The big man
seemed to be in a pretty good mood despite all that had happened.  His
suitcases were stacked in the corner of the front hall in preparation of
his return trip to San Francisco.  Art was storing most of his stuff so he
could use the empty cases to move more clothes.

Art set up the Chinese feast on his coffee table and soon the three buddies
were laughing and talking as if they hadn't a care in the world.  The two
bottles of wine Steve brought went quickly.  Art opened two more to add to
their inebriation.  Steve sprawled on the sofa with Art and giggled at
Sonny's jokes about his life in San Francisco.  A story about Al at Folsum
had them rolling on the sofa until Art collapsed against Steve.  Steve
casually put his arm around the older man and rubbed his shoulder.

Jim had spent the morning wandering between Al and Earl's rooms. Both men
were tired and dozed on and off.  The infection Al had contracted was
knocking him out.  Earl had expended more energy than he was used to doing
in his throttling of Dirt the night before.  Jim sat reading the paper in
Earl's room as the man slept.  He felt a kinship with the older man and was
sad that he might possibly die before either he or Al really got to know
him.  Shortly after noon, Max wandered in to check on Earl.  He found Jim
dozing in the side chair and carefully woke him up.

"Hi, I'm Max.  You must be Jim.  Earl's told me about you."  Jim groggily
opened his eyes and stared into the face of a huge musclebear in his 40's.
The man was a 6'5" giant of muscle with gray hair and a big easy smile.  He
towered over Jim in the chair.  Jim looked at the big, beefy hand being
offered and the arm to which it was attached.  The man wore a T-shirt that
looked three sizes too small and jeans that hugged an enormous set of legs.

"Yeah, hi.  Sorry, I must have dozed off. Al and Earl aren't exactly the
hub of stimulating conversation."

"I know.  Lately, it's all Earl can do to stay awake when I visit.  I
figure it's better that he rest and hope he'll pull through and get
home. How's Al?"  The two men chatted about their lovers and how life had
changed for them.  "I was going to grab some lunch and hit the gym, you
want to join me?  We aren't much good here and if Al is like Earl, he'll
only tell you to get the hell out of here later."

"Yeah, I'd like that since my wife backed out on me, but I don't have my
truck or my stuff. "

"No problem.  We can grab a bite then go to your place and get your stuff.
By then, our lunch will have settled and we should be ready for the gym.
Where do you work out?"  When Jim answered, Max marveled that he had never
seen him there but his normal gym time was early afternoon, then work at
night at the bar.

Jim checked on Al before he left.  Max stuck his head in and said hello.
Al asked what the prognosis was for Earl and Max just shrugged.  It was
obvious from his face that the stress of losing a lover was wearing him
down.

"No one seems to really know how long he will last. He could go tomorrow or
hang on for a bit longer, we'll see.  In the meantime, he keeps pushing me
out the door to do things on my own, you know, like have sex.  After 25
years, it isn't easy.  We didn't have an exactly closed relationship, but
we were never pigs either. Let's hit the gym."  He headed out the door as
Jim kissed Al and promised to be back later.  As he walked toward the door
Al stopped him.

"It's OK, you know."

"What is?"

"If you and Max fool around."

"Not likely to happen, now is it?"  Al just smiled and waved him out the
door. They headed off to the diner to have a light lunch where Max told Jim
all about his relationship with Earl. And how Earl had remained pretty much
in the closet at home for fear of losing his job. Jim directed Max to his
house to grab his gym bag and truck. By the time the two men got to the
gym, they were chatting like long lost friends.  Jim was impressed with the
amount of muscle on the man as they changed in the locker room and tried to
avert his eyes when Max's big tool turned out to live up to his name.  They
pushed each other in the gym for nearly two hours. Max had the night off
and was in no hurry to get home to dinner alone.  Jim offered to do dinner
with him and then they could go back to the hospital to visit their
respective lovers.  Max eagerly accepted.

The two new friends decided to work out the kinks in the steam and sauna
since they had some time.  Max stretched out naked in the deserted sauna
while Jim tried to not stare at the big beefy man.  He stayed off to one
side as they continued to talk but in the steam room Max sat down right
next to Jim.  Their thighs touched and Jim felt his dick react despite his
willing it to behave.  Max sensed Jim's uneasiness and asked if he made him
nervous.  Jim was about to answer when Max asked him not to be but that he
really would like to touch him.  Jim could visually see himself saying to
Al that nothing was likely to happen as he let Max run his hot hands over
his thick thighs and stroke his big dick.  Jim inhaled deeply as his body
reacted with an intense need to have the man sitting next to him.  Max's
hands slid up Jim's chest, lightly pinched the hard nips and up to the
thick muscular neck.  Max turned Jim's face to his and the two men kissed
in the hot, humid steam.

Max pulled back and looked down.  "I'm sorry Jim, I shouldn't have done
that. I better shower and go."

"No. It's OK.  Besides, I thought we were doing dinner?" Max smiled weakly.

"Thanks, but you don't have to have dinner with me.  It's just weird but,
even working at the bar every night, well, I could have sex with any number
of men but I choose not to, it's not my thing.  But there's something about
you, and Al, that I find really attractive.  And it's not the uniform.  I
just feel so alienated from everyone right now with Earl being sick and
all.  I promise I'll be a gentleman tonight."

Jim thanked him then got up to hit the showers.  His big dick bobbed
half-erect in front of him while Max's was still fully aroused.  Max made a
face and said he thought he better wait until things subsided a bit.  Jim
bit his tongue, stroked Max's hard tool and walked out.  He heard Max
mumble that that wasn't fair as he left the room.  Jim was almost finished
showering when Max finally walked into the communal area.  He shrugged his
shoulders and laughed then hurried to catch up to Jim.

"So where do we want to do dinner, although, it is a bit early."  Max
looked at his watch as the two men headed out to the parking lot.

"Why don't we stop at my place awhile?  I need to check the answering
machine and make a call to my soon to be ex-wife and we can have a beer or
two."  Max agreed and followed Jim back to his house.  Jim checked the
machine, called his wife and got two beers from the fridge before Max had
much of a chance to get comfortable.  He stood in the family room waiting
for Jim to come back; looking over the lists of items Jim had to get ready
for the baby. "No one home yet, so I left a message.  Here's your beer."

"You know, it's really cool that you and Al want to raise a child to......"
Max didn't finish his sentence when he turned around and found Jim totally
naked and holding two beers.  "I, uh......."  Jim walked over to the big
musclebear and held the two cold bottles against the man's nipples.  "Oh
yeah, that's good."  Max took a beer and gulped down half the bottle as Jim
undid his jeans and fished the thick cock from its denim hideaway.  Jim
sucked down the soft cock and enjoyed the sensation of it stiffening in his
mouth and down his throat.  "Mmmm, Jim, what would Al say?"

"Al said it was OK."  A hot hand wrapped around Max's fat low-hangers and
pulled them down as Jim sucked each one into his mouth.  Max just shrugged
his shoulders and gestured a sign like OK then, and pulled off his shirt.
Jim stood up and ran his tongue the length of the muscular furry torso as
he climbed to his feet.  Max gripped the back of Jim's neck and slid a yard
of tongue down the younger man's throat.  "Let's go into the bedroom."  Jim
led Max through the house by his stiff prick and pulled him down on top of
him on the bed.  Max rubbed their two furry bodies together and growled
deeply.

"So what do you like to do?"

"What I like to do isn't what I want right now.  I want that big dick up my
ass instead of my dick up Al's.  Yeah, I know.  I can see it's a big one.
Fuck me you horny bastard, you know you want to."  Max groaned and rubbed
his head into Jim's neck.  His hot mouth found the side of Jim's neck and
kissed hard.  His hands were everywhere on Jim's pumped body.  Max liked
rough titplay and soon had Jim begging for more nipple work.  His mouth
worked one nip while his fingers twisted the other then he switched.  Jim
had to concentrate to keep from whining that it was too rough.  Al wanted
him to get into rougher titplay and he thought this was one way to learn
more technique. Max's tongue worked through the fur on Jim's chest down to
his dick where Max swallowed the full fat 10-inch schlong.  "Holy fuck, eat
that cock."  Max sucked the big prick until it was throbbing, sore and
purple.  Jim's cock oozed a steady stream of pre-cum that mixed with the
saliva drooling from Max's sucking mouth.  Max lightly stroked the hard
dick and had Jim writhing on the bed.  Jim bit his lip to keep from coming
as Max began assaulting his butt with his tongue.

"Oh man, what a nice furry, blond butt.  Just right for me to eat."

"Yeah, daddy, eat this man's ass."  Jim no sooner had the words out of his
mouth than he was bent over double with a hot tongue loosening his
butthole.  Max was an expert at rimming a man's butt.  Jim buried his face
in a pillow and moaned then began humping his ass into the air for a hot
hard cock to rip him open.  Jim slipped a rubber over the big dick and
lubed the monster cock.  Max pushed Jim's legs back, planted his knees and
pushed his cock slowly into the cop's tight ass. Jim watched as the man's
whole muscular body rippled with each hard thrust of cock deep into his
ass.  Even though Max hadn't been having much in the way of sex, he managed
to hold off shooting his load for a solid twenty minute ramming of Jim's
ass.  He controlled the thrusts by steering Jim's body with the base of his
cock and balls.  His sweaty greasy hand stroked Jim's cock until pre-cum
ran freely and Jim began humping his ass back harder against Max.  Max
lifted Jim off the bed by his dick as his body was wracked with the force
of his climax.

Jim's own load exploded into the wet fur of his chest.  Max growled with
approval, let Jim's legs drop down and then smothered Jim with his body and
more intense kissing.  He ground their cum covered chests together then
wrapped his meaty arms around Jim in a bone-cracking bearhug.  The two men
lay on the bed panting and kissing.  Max rolled off to lie on his back.

"I think we'll need to shower before grabbing a bite to eat and going back
to the hospital to visit our beaus."  Jim could only manage to get out a
mumbled uh huh when Max's hand, lightly playing with his cock, sent another
stream of cum onto the sore nips.  "Yeah buddy, nice shot."

"Why don't you shower while I try to call my wife, towels are in the linen
closet."  Jim got up and stumbled across the hall to the other bedroom and
the phone.  "Oh man, I feel like I still have a 2x4 up my ass."

"You OK, I tend to get a bit rough, sorry."

"Mmmm, I feel great.  I don't know when Al will be up to all out,
no-holds-barred sex, so maybe I'll have to get together with you again, if
Al doesn't mind."

"You feeling guilty?"

"A little."

"Well, do yourself a favour and define early on in your relationship
whether it is open or closed and just how open if it is."  Jim nodded in
agreement as he watched the beefy butt saunter into the bathroom.  He
called Linda and left a message asking her to meet Saturday about things
that had to be done.  He sat at the desk and looked at the sparse room.  He
and Al were going to have to do a lot of work to make this place a home.  A
quick call to Steve to catch up on work stuff but no answer.  The clock
brought him back to reality if they were to catch dinner and spend any time
at the hospital.

He caught Max as he finished drying his beefy body.  Max tugged on Jim's
sore tits as he climbed into the shower.  Jim's dick began to stiffen. He
pushed Max's eager hands away.  "Gotta get movin'."

"Yeah, so tell me.  Earl said he thought that there were at least five more
gay cops on the force. Six, if you count that mechanic guy."

Jim mumbled as the shower spray burned his nipples.  "I only know of five
including Kenny, who does Earl think besides me and Al?"

"Uh, that big black dude who used to compete, Bo and the newer cop, Steve."
Jim laughed.

"Sorry, Steve's straight but gay friendly.  We tease him all the time."

"Oh, too bad.  He has a wonderful body from what Earl says and could be hot
in bed."

"Not likely to happen."

Steve felt Art's tongue hitting the back of his throat as he bounced
forward with each thrust of Sonny's cock up his ass.

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