Date: Wed, 22 Mar 2000 17:38:19 EST
From: LENNOXBEAR@aol.com
Subject: Beyond the Blue, part 9

Beyond the Blue, part 9		by lennxobear@aol.com

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


Art left Al's apartment feeling like he had lost a good friend.  And he
knew that wasn't the case.  He knew Al just needed time to figure what
direction to pursue and what the best solution was.  With luck, they could
be good friends. He drove away in the truck feeling like he needed to do
something but knew it was too early in the week to just go out and get
shit-faced.  Instead, he opted for one of his favourite haunts.  Walking
into the huge bookstore, he instantly felt more comfortable.  It was a
gigantic place with new and used books and magazines, a coffee shop and one
of the best selections of cd's anywhere.  How it managed to fend off the
chains coming through town, he didn't now but was glad it was there.
Rummaging through the racks of books or listening to cd's always relaxed
him and made him feel better.

Art got a large decaf and munched on a cookie while he decided what section
to browse.  He flipped through a few sample magazines in the coffee shop
and headed for the racks.  He hadn't looked at the latest bodybuilding
offerings lately and that was always good for inspiration.  The computer
section distracted him for a few minutes as he scanned through the wide
selection of technological hot sheets.  So much was happening with
technology that he couldn't keep up.  His job was changing almost daily as
computers changed and it was making his head spin.  He was thumbing through
one publication when someone reached around him for a magazine.  The deep
voice said excuse me, and Art moved.  He inhaled the deep male scent from
the man and lost his place in the magazine.  He looked up but whoever it
was had gone around the corner to one of the other aisles.  Damn.

Art walked around the corner in the direction he thought the person had
gone but the only people in that aisle were a couple of younger women and a
slacker looking dude.  However, it was the travel section and he did need
to think about a vacation.  His eyes scanned through the many travel
magazines and chose one with a cover story about the southwest.  It was an
area that interested him and on his list of places to visit.  He liked what
he saw and added it to the computer mag.  Now for the meat.

Another corner and there they were.  A selection of near porn exercise and
bodybuilding magazines that always got his juices flowing.  He looked at he
numerous glossy covers of smiling men with huge muscles and phenomenal
baskets and made a choice.  A deep sigh escaped as he was lost in thought
over how to improve his abs and would he ever really go to the gym dressed
in those shorts, when the voice said excuse me again.

"Don't you hate the constant zero bodyfat look?  Personally, I think people
look healthier with a bit of a love handle."  Art's head snapped up to look
into the smiling face of the big man standing next to him.  The man was
built like one of the models in these magazines. He was leafing through
Flex and smiling.  Something in the back of Art's brain went ka-ching and
he was at a loss for words.

"Looking for a new ab routine?"  The big guy asked calmly.

"Yeah, sort of.  I already do all of this stuff but I sure as hell don't
have abs like that."

"It's a lot of diet and tricking your metabolism.  Don't be offended but
from your salt and pepper hair, I'd say you work hard to maintain what you
have and look damned good."  The man had a computer magazine, an auto
magazine and a baseball digest in his hand.  Art thought, damn, not gay.

They struck up a conversation about workouts and lifting and had a lot of
fun discussing the gym antics that occur.  Art turned to throw away his
empty coffee cup and the guy offered to but him another.  Art thought for a
second about being up pissing half the night but was enjoying the
conversation too much to say no.  The two men got coffee and sat at a
corner table to continue their gym talk.  They were discussing the local
bodybuilding contest scene when Art looked at his watch and realized he had
better get home if he was to get up early the next day for work.  The other
man agreed and they headed toward the cash registers with their purchases.

"Oh wait, one minute."  The big man with whom Art had spent almost two
hours chatting stooped to pick up a copy of the Advocate.  Art felt a dance
of joy in his soul.  "Almost forgot this, my subscription ran out and I
haven't renewed it yet."  They paid for their magazines and walked out to
the busy neighbourhood street.  Art's truck was too damn close.  He
unlocked the door and tossed his bag on the seat.

"Uh, the name's Art."  They shook hands after all this time talking.
"Would you like to do dinner sometime?  I know we just sorta met but, well,
I enjoyed talking with you."  He felt like a teenage girl stumbling through
a crush.

"Sure, I'd like that.  How's Wednesday?  It's my night off from the gym and
I'm always lost on that night.  It would be nice to have some company."

"Great.  How's 7:30 at Lawrence's?"

"Terrific.  The name's Bill and why don't I give you my number in case
something comes up."  They exchanged phone numbers, shook hands again and
Art watched as Bill walked another half block down the street to his car.
Wow, what a beefy butt.  Art jumped in his truck, sped home and sprawled
across the bed to jackoff with the vision of the big man still fresh in his
head.  He cleaned himself up and fell asleep still hard from the muscle
vision locked in his memory.

Al was half asleep, clicking through the TV channels and idly stroking his
dick when the doorbell startled him out of his reverie.  Damn.  He
scrambled to pull on sweatpants and sprint to the door.  The soft material
did little to hide the big dick.  The little peephole image showed Jim
standing in the hallway looking somewhat nervous.

"Hey buddy, what brings you over here?" He saw the bag slung over Jim's
shoulder and paused.  "You didn't get tossed out did you?  Come on in." Jim
shuffled past trying to ignore the bulge in the sweats and dropped his bag
in the hallway.

"Nah, didn't get tossed out....yet.  I left a note that I was coming over
here.  Linda was in the bedroom with the door locked, so she obviously
won't miss me."  Al hung his coat in the hall closet.

"Want a beer?"

"Got anything stronger?"

"Yeah, vodka, gin, rum?"

"Vodka, big one, on the rocks."  He followed Al to the kitchen as he got a
beer for himself and poured a big glass of vodka for Jim.

"Don't kill it with too much ice."  Al laughed and headed back into the
living room with the drinks. He flopped on to the sofa as Jim paced.

"Look, Jim, there's no easy way to have this conversation except to just
plunge in and start."

"How'd you know?  How did you figure out it was me?"  Jim stood above him.
"I thought I was being so careful, I mean, if you figured it out, then
maybe I haven't hidden my files enough to keep Linda from finding out."

"Whoa, you're losing me.  One thing at a time.  You mentioned a couple of
things awhile back that clued me in to think I might know who this was who
was writing to me.  Little things you let slip about conversations we had
had or places we went for lunch.  No one would have known those details but
you.  Even someone else here in Chicago wouldn't have gotten lucky on just
coincidence.  Then there was the way you answered a couple of questions
that I figured this guy is married.  You meet a lot of married men on the
web and after awhile you pick up on the clues."

"I was that sloppy?"  Jim hit his hand against his head.

"No, you weren't, but like duh, we're cops.  Supposed to have better than
average powers of observation.  That, and then I did a search for you on
the system and found out you had an account.  And a profile. More luck.
Your profile stats and the stats in your cop-whatever screenname matched to
a T.  I went back over the email and scanned for clues.  I was 99% sure it
was you, so I took a chance.  Are you mad?"

"No, not at all but concerned that my wife will find stuff on the computer.
I have stuff buried in password-protected files but I just don't know for
sure how all those things work.  She doesn't use the system that often, but
she could get lucky."

"I don't think she is that ambitious, try not to worry about the computer."

"Geez, was I really that easy to figure out."

"No, but the stats made me think about you and that wasn't so bad was it?"

"Think about me how?"

"A few loads worth."  Jim blushed but kept pacing.  "Jim, do you have any
real clue what I am all about?"

"I did a lot of reading these last couple of weeks, I think I have some
understanding. But, there are lots of things I question."

"Such as?"  Jim was pacing further and further around the room in what was
becoming a hyper nervous state.

"Oh, let's don't even start to list things."  Al finished his beer and put
the empty on the end table.  He sat on the edge of the sofa and studied his
hands and calluses.

"You're going to wear out the carpet.  Sit down and relax."

"Easy for you to say.  You're not the one who has a wife, who isn't sure
what he feels for his wife, who may be pregnant by the way."

"You've mentioned that."

"And, and, who's in a room, feeling emotions about a man, a man he works
with everyday and doesn't know what to do.  Al, I've never even been in a
jerk circle with other guys."

"Uh, circle jerk."  Al smiled and wiped his sweaty hands on his pants.

"Whatever, I haven't done that.  I don't know how to interpret what I am
feeling.  I don't know what to do, what to tell you, how to....."  He stood
flailing his arms in the middle of the room.  "What do I do?"  The last few
words bearly escaped as he looked over at Al sitting on the edge of the
sofa.

Al calmly got up and walked over to the big man.  Jim stood shaking in the
middle of the room. His glass was empty and hung limply at his side.  Al
took the glass and put it on the coffee table.  Jim bit his lip and tried
not to sob.  He looked up at the big, furry muscle man standing in front of
him in a beat up pair of sweatpants and swallowed hard.  Al slowly put his
arms around him and pulled them together in a soft hug.  Jim's breath was
coming in short hard gasps.  Al tightened the hug and carefully nuzzled the
side of Jim's neck, kissing him softly as he moved down to the thick trap
and up back along the jaw line.  He could feel the tension in Jim's body.
Jim could hear his heart pounding as their eyes met.  Al brushed his lips
against Jim's, and then stopped.  Jim's arms encircled his partner as Al
let his passion slowly emerge in a long, deep kiss.  Jim's hand held the
back of Al's head.

"Help me.  Help me figure this all out."  Al looked him in the eyes and
smiled.  His hands closed around Jim's face as he kissed the man again.

"Yes sir."

Al held the kiss as long as he thought safe and sucked Jim's tongue into
his mouth with all the heat he had been holding back.  He licked along the
strong jaw line again and down to the tense traps.  Jim felt Al's hands
move down over his shoulders and caress his biceps then come over and cup
the round pecs.  There was an electricity going through his body he never
felt when anyone else had touched him.  Al increased the pressure on the
hard nips and felt Jim groan.  He pulled the man's T-shirt free from his
jeans and pushed it up over Jim's raised arms.

Al buried his face in one of Jim's armpits and inhaled deeply.  He wanted
to lock Jim's scent in his mind.  He licked the man's arm and returned his
attention to the virgin tits.  Jim's body reacted with Goosebumps as Al
licked and lightly sucked on the big, red, succulent knobs.  He pinched one
lightly as he sucked the other, then he would lick his thumb and run the
wet thumb over the hard hot nipple.

"Oh man, that feels good."

"It gets better in time."  He increased his pressure as Jim finally got the
nerve to run his hands over Al's hot body.  The man was an oven, giving off
radiant heat.  Al's hands moved to the top of Jim's jeans and undid the
button and zipper.  He pushed the jeans down over the thick quads and moved
to his knees in a slow fluid motion.  His tongue traced the cuts in Jim's
thighs as he pushed the denim down to his calves.  His tongue worked back
up as the hot hands massaged the hard, heavy hamstrings.  He reached down
and untied Jim's sneakers and pulled them off.  He carefully raised each
leg and slid the jeans off the trembling man.  Jim felt the deep massage in
his calves as the hot breath and tongue worked his erection in the soft
cotton briefs.

Al knew from showering next to the man in the gym all these years that he
had a healthy piece of meat.  It was a risky guess but he figured this was
the hardest that cock had ever been.  The briefs fell to the floor around
Jim's ankles.  Al's nose was pushing at the big low hangers and his tongue
licked the fat balls.  Jim gasped as Al took the balls into his mouth and
sucked each one.  Al licked along the top of Jim's legs where they joined.
He pushed his tongue deep into the warm skin.  He rubbed Jim's cock against
the side of his face.  Jim moaned with each new sensation and could only
reach down and massage the heavily muscled traps and delts.

Al blew on Jim's stiff dick and carefully licked the full length of the
underside along the big veins.  Precum oozed from the big mushroom head.
Al's thumb rubbed the wet sticky fluid around the big cap and pushed down.
Jim shivered.  The tongue came back out to the head and Al's hot mouth
closed over the throbbing dick.

"O holy mother of fuck that's unreal."  Jim felt Al's throat take his
entire big prick.  Al kept it buried in his throat as he inhaled Jim's
crotch scent.  He slowly began rocking back and forth sucking the shaft
with more and more force.  Licking up and down the full length.  Softly
biting the velvety hard skin.

"No, Al, don't. You're gonna make me cum, please wait."

"No sir, I want your load."  He grabbed Jim's beefy muscle butt and pushed
Jim's prick as far down his throat as possible.  Jim felt the finger
against his asshole, circling and playing with it.  His leg muscles tensed
then wobbled.  Al felt the cock expand in his throat and begin convulsing
and contracting over and over.  Jim whimpered and let his load go.

Al moaned and struggled to keep up.  Jim finally slowed down and Al dropped
the dick from his mouth and rested against the big quad.  His own load had
shot on Jim's leg.  All the more reason to lick it off.  Al flopped back on
the floor and looked up at the muscle man standing over him.

"Do you always cum that much?"

"I tried to warn you but you wouldn't let go of it."  He pulled Al to his
feet and hugged him.

"Hmm, well, if you wash my chest with loads like that, this will be real
fun.  It's getting late and we need to get to bed."

"But I didn't get a......."

"We need to get to bed.  There'll be other times."  He led his fellow
police officer to the bedroom and pulled him under the blanket.  They fell
naturally together with Jim wrapped around Al.  Within minutes Jim was out
cold.  Al rubbed the big forearm across his chest and kissed the hand
holding him.

"I really do love you Jim."  ____________________

Linda read the note on the kitchen table as she drank her morning coffee.
She looked it over in thought and tossed it in the garbage.  As she dialed
the phone, she checked her make-up one more time in a small mirror and put
her cup in the dishwasher.  At least she didn't have a lot of dishes left
by Jim.

"Hey, hi, it's me.  Well, I really slept alone last night.  He must have
gotten pissed off and went over to his stupid partner's place.  Yeah right.
They're probably both drunk and sick again this morning.  Well, it's his
own damned fault if he misses work today.  No, I had locked the door.
Didn't really mean to lock him out but I fell asleep.  Oh well.  How about
lunch today?  Great, then I have a doctor's appointment.  What are you
doing tomorrow night?  I feel like a night out, oh I don't know, shopping.
How's dinner at 7:30 at Lawrence's sound.  Good.  We'll discuss it at
lunch.  Later."

Bo looked over the assignment sheet and grimaced just as Steve came around
the corner carrying two large cups of coffee.

"What's wrong?"

"Oh, we're back on park patrol."  Bo aimed the Intrepid down the street and
gunned it a bit.  Nice.  A little reward from Kenny.

"Park patrol?"

"Oh, every now and then one of the local shmuck politicians wants to make a
point, so we end up cruising through the park and shaking fags loose from
the bushes."

"What?"

"You are new aren't you?"  Bo laughed and sipped his coffee.

"The park has a section where gay men hang out and, well, entertain each
other in the woods."

"Why?"

"Probably a whole list of reasons.  But, it just seems like such a waist of
time and money to send us around to scare or arrest guys who aren't doing
anybody any harm."

"Except themselves."

"It's their choice."

"What about people who want to use the park?'

"These guys are down off the main park streets, away from the general
crowd. Seems like a big waist to me."

"But if it's against the law, then it's our job to uphold the law."

"I'm not disagreeing but it just seems like we could better spend our time
being visible in the higher crime areas."

"Why doesn't the city just do something else to clean up the area?'

"Don't know, why don't you make the suggestion."

"You don't think people who have sex in public parks is a problem, or that
they have a problem?"

"Not saying it is or isn't a problem, and I'm not saying that maybe it
isn't a sexual addiction, but this just doesn't seem like the way to
efficiently deal with it." Steve scratched his head and Bo thought to
himself. So cute, so well built, so blond.

"So what do we do?"

"We drive through first thing this morning, make our presence known, then
go patrol the neighbourhood streets.  The sight of the car is usually
enough to shake up the married me who are out for a thrill."  Bo tried to
wiggle around in the car seat to get his hardening dick more comfortable.
All this talk about sex had him thinking about Kenny.  He tried to keep his
mind off of the hot mechanic.  His dick responded by going hard with every
thought.

He turned the big Dodge into the park drive and slowed to a crawl.  He
tried to look menacing when his mind was wondering what these men had to
offer.  Steve was practically hanging from the window.  Bo sighed; it was
like driving around with a lab in the car.  Nice butt.

Men sitting quietly in their cars stared back.  A few walking the sidewalks
kept cool and kept moving.  They all knew the game.  A couple came walking
out of the woods and headed for their cars, keeping their faces and eyes
looking downward.

"Shouldn't we be getting license plate numbers or something?"

"Why bother, I'm not for making some creepy politician's game.  Besides,
you'd probably find a few surprise outstanding citizens up here.  Everyone
has a few skeletons in their closets."  Steve settled back and sipped his
coffee and got suddenly quiet.  He looked back at a couple of cars.

Jim woke up first that morning with a painful piss hard.  He hurried to the
bathroom and back to bed to warm himself in Al's body heat.  Al stirred
slightly and opened his eyes to find Jim staring back at him.

"What?"

"I want to, you know."

"Jim we have to get up in a few minutes to get ready for work and there are
two of us here, where there is usually just me."

"Hey, don't I get to suck your dick?"

"Well, that was blunt.  All in time, we have a lot to talk about anyway."
The alarm went off and Al pulled Jim over to kiss him.  Jim ground his hard
dick against Al's pelvis and moaned.  His hand wrapped around Al's big dick
and stroked the hard prick.

"Jim, I have to piss something fierce, please don't.  Oh fuck." Al threw
back the blanket just as a thick rope of cum shot into the air and
splattered down onto his furry chest.  Jim sat back smiling.

"Happy?"

"Well, it's a start."

"Go get started in the bathroom."  Al pushed Jim away and got up to make
coffee.  He rubbed the warm cum into his chest and felt his dick hardening
again just with the thought of being next to this man.  Jim was just
getting into the shower when Al walked into the bathroom.  He took a quick
piss and surprised Jim by jumping into the shower with him.

"I thought you didn't want to slow us down?'

"I'm saving us time by showering together."  Al wrapped his body around
Jim's and rubbed the bar of soap into Jim's chest and worked his way down.

"This is going to save us time?  You're stroking my cock."

"I'm washing it."  Al stroked the hard shaft and soaped all around the big
man's big balls.  Jim bucked his ass against Al and let fly with a load of
cum against the tiles.  "There, isn't that better and nice and clean?"

Jim was out of breath and in a high whisper muttered, "Oh yeah, much." They
finished showering and Jim dressed while Al shaved.  The two men gulped
down a quick breakfast and headed out the door, then stopped.  Al looked at
Jim's truck and over to his garage.

"What do you want to do?"

"I'll drive, honey."  They threw their gym bags into the space behind the
truck seat and headed off to work.  In the locker room, they wrestled
against the other big men changing into uniforms.  Bo watched them with a
wicked smile.  He sauntered over to Al at the vehicle desk and nudged him.

"What happened?"

"With what?"

"Don't give me that bullshit, something is up here with you two."

"I needed a ride to work, so Jim picked me up."  Bo leaned back and crossed
his thick arms across the flexing chest.  He looked at Al with his eyes as
small slits.

"You two are too quiet, something is up.  Jim have a fight with his wife?"

Al smirked and snorted.  "When isn't Jim having a disagreement with his
wife?"

"She throw him out?"

"No, not yet."

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