Date: Sun, 14 May 2000 18:11:18 EDT
From: LENNOXBEAR@aol.com
Subject: Beyond the Blue, part 16

Beyond the Blue, part 16		by lennoxbear@aol.com

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


The guys spent the rest of their weekend together working their bodies to
new muscular proportions in Eric's gym.  Or, working their bodies to new
sexual heights.  Jim got a crash course in the leather community and by
Sunday noon was wandering around with his fingers in his ears to keep his
new knowledge from falling our of his warped brain cell.  Al just rolled
his eyes at Jim's whacked out sense of humour but appreciated the effort.

Eric was a patient instructor and carefully explained anything Jim wanted
to know.  Al sat back and watched Jim soak in this world of knowledge about
his new life.  By Sunday morning Al stretched in bed, feeling secure in his
role with Jim.  And tired from having eagerly volunteered for any sexual
demonstrations Jim may have requested.  He couldn't remember a time that
his ass had been plowed so much or when he had let go with so many intense
loads of hot cum.  He wrapped his arms around Jim, curled up sleeping next
to him and wished they were going home together instead of to two different
worlds.  He felt Jim's body heat and hard muscular body and, for the first
time in many years, ached to be completely committed to one human being.

Eric was already up and pumping in his basement gym. Al got up to grab a
quick workout and blitz his already aching muscles.  He found Eric in hot
shorts and tank top pumping his massive chest.  Eric motioned him toward
the bench and Al got off a quick set and felt the hot burn of pumped
muscle.  They worked out for20 minutes before either of them spoke a word.
Eric had just finished a set on one of his Hammer Strength machines and
stood up to stretch.  Al hugged him tightly.

"What's that for?"

"For being a good friend and having us all here this weekend."

"My pleasure, in more ways than one." Evil grin.

"And for being such a patient instructor to Jim, I really appreciate that
part."  The two friends stood with their arms wrapped around each other.
Eric rubbed Al's broad thick back.  He missed the close companionship he
had had with his late lover.

"I think you have a good match in Jim.  His eyes show how much you mean to
him and he's more than eager to satisfy you.  And, heaven knows, how eager
you are to satisfy, well, the seventh fleet."  Al stepped back and punched
Eric's left pec.  His fist met hard flesh and made a solid thud.  He
whistled in amazement at the body Eric had built.

"I haven't felt this way about anybody in a long time, it feels wonderful.
But, Jim has a lot to face when we get home."

"Yes, he does.  I hope you are both strong enough to handle it.  I'm not
sure Bo is as equipped for change as Jim.  He could be in for some
surprises if he doesn't get his head on straight.  So to speak."

"Yeah, that does bother me, but I can't manage his life for him."

"No, you can't."

"So, what about you?  Any prospects on the horizon, besides chasing the
jailbait guy you mentioned?"

"Tom?  I think that is his name.  He's starting school soon so I don't
think I'll ever see him again after that.  I can be patient.  The kid
pushes all my buttons, but I'm not even sure he's gay."

Al let out a quick sigh and hugged his friend again.  "You deserve someone
like Dave who wants a total commitment.  I hope you find that."

"I will."

"I'm going to hit the shower and wake up Sleeping Beauty, no, he's more
like one of the dwarves."  Eric just laughed and returned to the machine.

"I'll be up to do breakfast in about 30 minutes."

Jim was in the shower when Al got back upstairs.  Al slipped off his shorts
and tank and got into the hot water with him.  They kissed and gently
soaped each other's sore muscles.  Stiff pricks got in the way.  The two
big men embraced and ground their hard cocks together between their soapy
bodies.  Hot water splashed from their heads and down their faces as they
locked in passionate kisses. Their tongues licked at each other as their
arms entwined tighter.  Jim dropped his head to Al's shoulder and tensed as
his hot cum shot between them.  Al added another huge load.  They finished
showering, dried off, packed their small bags and joined Eric in the
kitchen for breakfast.

Bo and Kenny were quietly eating. The four men knew it was the end of their
weekend of freedom and the beginning of new changes loomed over them.  They
hit the road at one, bidding goodbye to Eric alone in his big country home.
Jim looked back and waved at the huge frame in the doorway.  He watched the
handsome face smile back.  As they neared the end of the driveway and
entered the road, he squeezed his arms tightly around Al and held on until
Al's apartment building came into view.  Bo and Kenny waved as they went on
their way.  Al tooled the big Harley into the garage and closed the
door. He tenderly kissed Jim and held him closely.

"You ready for the next round?"  They stood hugging each other in the
garage.

"I have to be.  No sense putting this off, baby or not.  It would be a lie
and it wouldn't be fair to anyone.  What are you going to do tonight?"

"I have lots to do here, starting with laundry.  If you need anything, I'll
be here, call me."  I may send out for a pizza. Think I just want to kick
back and relax.  Mellow out on the great weekend we just had."

"Wish I were joining you, but, it's time to face the music."  Jim looked
deeply into Al's dark eyes and kissed him softly.  "I never in my life
thought I would say this to another man, but I love you."

"I love you too, but you better go before I change my mind and make you
stay."  Al stood on the sidewalk and watched Jim climb into the big Ford
and turn the corner.  He slowly walked to his apartment building, retrieved
his mail and unlocked his door.  His apartment seemed too quiet and lonely.
Way too stuffy.  He clicked the air on to get the stuffy air moving and
opened all the drapes to let in light.  His answering machine had 11
messages, most of them hang-ups.  He thought that a bit odd since he wasn't
someone who hung on the phone very much anyway.  Two messages were from
Steve asking about their weekend.  Al bit his lip knowing that sooner or
later he had to cue Steve in to what was happening.  The poor guy was stuck
way in the middle of all of this.  He poured himself a big glass of cold
water and dialed Steve's number.

"Hello?"

"Hey Steve, this is Al.  Just got home and got your message, wassup?"

"Just wanted to know how you're weekend went?"

"Great. It was really great, had a super time.  But tomorrow is back to
reality."

"Yeah, Mondays are killers for sure."

"So, how was your weekend?"

"Super.  Made a couple new friends, that Jack guy from the gym for one."
Al's gaydar went off.

"Oh, hey, you want to come over for pizza?"  Al knew he had to get Steve
clued in and tonight was as good a time as any, besides, he needed to keep
his mind off of what was happening with Jim.

"Sure, what time?"

"Give me about an hour and a half to get through some laundry, then just
come on over."

"OK, see ya later."  Al clicked off the phone and tapped the pile of mail,
probably bills.  It'll keep.  He hated laundry but it had to get done.
Twenty minutes later he had lugged an overflowing laundry basket to the
basement and started the chore.  Four machines.  How could one man generate
so much laundry?

Steve relaxed and clicked through the TV channels, boring, boring, boring.
He gathered up the remains of the Sunday paper and straightened up his
apartment.  Voices at the door got his attention, then a knock.  He peeked
out and saw his brother with Jack.

"Hey guys, come on in."  The two men entered then stopped cold.

"Steve, if you had any doubts that you were straight, those shorts say it
all."

Steve looked down at the beat up battered white college shorts.  "What's
wrong with them?"

Marsh gave him the, you've got to be kidding look.  "Other than the fact
they show off that big dick and balls, it's time to say goodbye to old
college friends.  No underwear eh?"

"I have been relaxing all day, no sense getting dressed up right?"

"Oh, I'd say those shorts qualify as not dressed up."

"Well, I went out for a bike ride earlier and just didn't change."

Jack tilted his head and looked at Steve. "You went bike riding in those
shorts with no underwear? Surprised it didn't get caught in the chain."

"Ha, ha ha......ha, ha.  It isn't that long, sorry."

"Well, we stopped to see if you wanted to go get something to eat with us
later, but you would have to change clothes."

"Thanks, but I am going over to Al's.

"Ah, they're back?  Did you tell him you figured it out?"

"No, not sure I should be the one to bring it up, seems like it should be
their choice."

"Well, yeah, you're probably right.  But you have to face Bo in the morning
too."  Steve sighed and blew out a big breath.

"Yeah, and I don't think he's going to be nearly as open or willing to talk
as Al and Jim.  I'll really have to give him time."

"OK, well, let us know how it goes.  And change shorts."

"I will, have to shower anyway, no, you can't help, go eat."  He shooed
them out the door and headed for the bathroom.

Steve showed up at Al's a few minutes early.  Al buzzed him in but didn't
answer his apartment door.  Steve was waiting patiently when Al hurried
around the corner carrying laundry.  About all that was visible over the
stacks of folded laundry was the top of Al's head and eyes.  Al waved his
keys at Steve to open the door and said something that only came out
muffled behind the clothes.  Steve held the door and burst out laughing
when Al walked past him.  Al set the clothes on the sofa and turned around.

"Sorry to keep you waiting but I had to finish this and what the hell are
you laughing at?"

"Oh nothing, except those shorts.  My brother made fun of mine, how long
have you had those?"  Al looked down at his faded blue shorts, which other
than shoes and socks was all he was wearing.

"They are a little snug aren't they.  These are from my college days and
were the only thing left clean."

"Snug, isn't the word for it."

"Well, I have to change into something else anyway.  Could you carry that
stack into the bedroom for me?"  Al turned to pick up the largest pile as
Steve picked up a stack of shirts on a nearby table."

"Hey, one thing about them, they do show off your nice butt."  Al put the
laundry on the bed and turned around to stare at Steve.

"Whaaaaattttttt?"

Steve blushed.  "They show off your butt, sorry, they do.  I can see why
Jim noticed."  Al shifted from his right foot to the left.

"I beg your pardon."  Steve's mouth dropped open and his face got a deeper
shade of red.

"Uh, they, you, the shorts, and Jim, you see....."

"You know, don't you?"  Steve took a deep breath.

"Yes, look, I brought wine."

"How?  How did you figure it out? Oh, and thanks for the wine."  Steve
quickly explained about his brother and Jack from the gym and Art in his
building.  It was Al's turn to stand there with his mouth open.  "Where
does this put you?"

"Feeling like the token straight man, I'm a fag hag.  Believe me, a couple
of days ago I was so totally confused, I even had sex with Marsh and Jack."

"OK, too much information."

"I'm straight, but I like being around you guys and being around big, beefy
guys who lift.  It's weird."

"You had sex with your brother and Jack."

"Don't go there.  It still weirds me out.  And Al, you're getting, there,
a...."  Al looked down to see he was getting hard.  It was his turn to
blush.  He grabbed another pair of shorts and changed in front of Steve.
"Al, it is a good butt.  You've worked hard to build that body and should
be proud.  But, I take it this may be a coming out for Jim, how is he?"

"Did you like have dinner with Dr. Ruth and discuss all this, I'm amazed.
Jim seems to be OK.  I tried calling his place but the line was busy.  And
I'm putting on a shirt so you can't stare at, my, my, pecs."

"I've showered with you, get over it.  How is Bo?"  Al hesitated. "I
figured that out too."

"Wow, let me call for pizza.  We can talk over dinner.  I'll get out
another bottle of wine, we may need it."  They walked back into the front
room.  Steve bent over to pick up the mail from the floor.

"Sorry, I knocked this off when I picked up your laundry."  He glanced at
the envelopes and put them in a neat pile to hand to Al but stopped
suddenly.  "Do you always get mail addressed this way?'  He showed Al the
top envelope and the badly typed line addressed to Cop, Fagget COCKsuckeR.

Al scowled at the letter.  "No, usually they are addressed to MR. Faggot
Cocksucker Cop, this is strange." Al finished phoning in the pizza order
and opened the letter.  "Is this a joke, I hope?"  He handed the paper to
Steve whose face took on a concerned look.  The letter threatened to expose
him at work for being gay and having pictures on the Internet in depraved
poses.  And how he was a scourge on society and should have his balls cut
off and shoved down his cocksucking throat, except he might like that.  It
went into more detail on how he would risk more than his balls if he
returned to work.

"What are you going to do?"

"Tomorrow?  Go to work, I don't back down, besides Ron knows my story and
being gay is not against policy.  If whoever this is wants to out me that's
fine.  I just don't want to involve Jim, or Bo.  They have enough on their
plates right now.  I have to show this to Ron very discretely and watch my
back."

"I'm there if you need anything."  Al smiled at Steve and rubbed his
shoulder.

"Thanks.  I better put this in plastic to preserve any prints that may be
on it.  How about a glass of wine?"  Al walked to the kitchen, put the
letter and envelop in a plastic bag and opened the bottle of wine.  He
poured them glasses as they discussed who this might be and how it might
impact Jim and Bo.  The pizza deliveryman came and Al paid the young man
staring at the huge chest.  Steve pointed back and forth at the pizza and
the door.

"It's a gay owned pizza parlour, so the delivery guy is gay.  He likes my
chest."

"You are looking bigger."

"We spent a lot of time working out this weekend. Among other things."
Steve waved his hand to stop Al and took a big gulp of wine, then went out
to the kitchen to open the second bottle.  He handed Al his glass as the
phone rang; Al reached over to grab it.

"Hello? Jim, Jim, slow down....What?.....What do you mean she isn't
there?.....Everything?  Some of the furniture too?.....No note?.....Calm
down.  You didn't do anything.  Did you call around to see where she might
be?.....OK, of course you did......Steve's here having pizza with
me......We were hungry......Jim, she's OK, otherwise, there would be calls
from doctors or a hospital, no, OK......Jim, stop.  Think about what you
are saying.  I'm coming over......Don't leave, stay there."  Al hung up and
covered his eyes with his hand.

"What was that?"

"Jim got home to an empty house, literally, almost.  His wife is gone with
her car, clothes, some of the furniture.  Her stuff."

"She moved out cause she figured out that he was gay?

"We don't know that, she's been unhappy in the marriage lately, so maybe
this was her opening to get away. I'm going to go over there.  Take my
clothes for work in the morning."

"I'll go with you.  Maybe the three of us can shed some light on things."

"Two of us.  Jim's pretty nutty right now."

"You don't think this has anything to do with your letter, do you?"  Al
thought about it.

"Don't know for sure.  Wonder if Jim's checked his mail? Let me grab my
stuff."  Steve followed Al in his pickup and soon pulled into Jim's
driveway.  Jim met them at the door still in hysterics.  Al grabbed him and
held him in an attempt to calm him the Jim realized Steve was standing
there.

"That's OK, I know all about you."  Jim's eyes opened wide.

"YOU WHAT?"  Steve backed away too late to realize that may have been the
wrong time to tell Jim he knew.  Al held Jim tighter.

"Jim, I don't think she left because she found out you are gay and that we
went away for a weekend.  All of her stuff is gone.  Someone had to have
helped her to do this, think, who might that have been?"  Jim sat on a
chair and explained he had called around to discretely see is she was
visiting any of her friends or family.  He couldn't locate her and was
worrying that she could be hurt somewhere and it was his entire fault.
Steve went through the house looking for any clues but came up empty.  Al
sat in the living room on the sofa that was left behind and held Jim.

Steve decided he had better get home and would help them get organized to
track her down at work in the morning.  Al walked him to his truck and
thanked him.

"I don't think he's going to be able to sleep."

"I don't know.  I think he might be close to crashing.  At least this way,
I can be here.  I don't think this happened too long ago, otherwise,
someone would have reported her as missing.  This was planned.  See ya in
the morning.  Thanks again."  Al hugged Steve and felt the heat of the
young man's body.

"Try to get some sleep.  We can all work on this tomorrow."

Al walked into the bedroom.  The actual furniture was gone.  All that was
left were the mattress and boxsprings. That made a statement.  Some of
Jim's clothes were stacked against the wall.  An old cedar chest that had
belonged to Jim's grandmother held the phone, a lamp and a clock.  Jim sat
on the mattress and held his head.

Al plopped down next to him and slipped an arm around the wide shoulders.
"You OK?"

"I don't know.  I know I was planning to end this marriage but this is just
too outright weird.  I have to hope she's Ok, I mean I don't hate her. I
just don't want to be married to her and have to hope that, I don't know
what to hope for.  This is all so confusing."

Al rubbed Jim's shoulders and leaned against him.  Jim ran his hand over
the big meaty thigh and slowly turned to face Al.  Their eyes met,
revealing the pain in Jim to Al.  They kissed lightly.  Jim put his hand
around the back of Al's head and held the kiss.  His other hand worked the
left nipple.  Al moaned as his tit reacted and got long and erect.  Jim
pushed him back on the bed and lay on top.  Heat and passion suddenly
flowed out of Jim.  Their mouths locked together as Jim pulled off his
T-shirt.  Then he pulled off Al's and ground their hard muscular chest
together.  Blond fur and soft dark fur.  Jim reached up and pinned Al's
arm's over his head and licked the length of the thick biceps, stopping to
inhale each furry armpit.  He straddled Al's legs as he undid the buttons
of the jeans and began sliding them off.  Al kicked off his shoes as Jim
slid both their jeans off their bodies.

Al went to push his body closer to the middle of the bed but Jim grabbed
his ankles, lifted his legs apart and dove for Al's hot butthole.  He
pushed Al's legs back and buried his face between the full round quads.
Jim licked and ate his man's hole like he would never get the chance again.
Al's hands were alternating between driving his nips further over the edge
and holding Jim's head in place.

"Fuck yeah Jim, eat me, get me wet for your big cock."

"You want fucked pig?"

"Yes sir, please sir."  Before Al could even think about lube, Jim bending
his legs back and pushing his spit slick cock deep into Al's ass.  The only
response was Al's breathing as he tried to relax to accommodate the big
prick.  Jim held Al's legs in the crook of his arms as he leaned forward to
kiss him.  His cock rammed against Al's stretched hole.  Thoughts of the
weekend came flooding back as Jim plowed his butt harder and faster.  Al's
butt got pushed a bit higher into the air as Jim slammed his cock into Al's
prostate.  Al trembled and let his cum fly.  Gobs splashed between
them. Still Jim rammed the beefy butt.

Jim straightened up and held Al's ankles, pulling the heavily muscled legs
wider apart. Al watched the big dick split his ass until finally Jim
screamed and filled the hole to overflowing with his juice.  He lowered
Al's legs and collapsed on top of the panting cop.  Al rubbed Jim's thick
delts and back.  Jim looked up and kissed him.

"I'm sorry Al, that bordered on rape.  I don't know what came over me but I
had to fuck you, hard.  You're the only thing that's right in my life,
right now, I'm sorry."

"I'm OK Jim, if you were hurting me, I would have stopped you, it was
pretty intense.  Can we do it again?"  Jim smiled and laughed. His face
rested on the big furry pecs.

"Let me get you a towel, then we need to get to sleep."  Jim came back from
the bathroom and tossed a towel to the big man sprawled across his bed.
"There are only four towels here, guess I need to do some shopping, too."
Al wiped the cum from his chest and got up to pee.  When he came back, Jim
was asleep, curled on his side.  Al turned off the light and wrapped his
body around Jim's.  In the morning, they gathered their things and headed
to work.

Steve was in the locker room changing alone.  Bo had called off.  Jim and
Al looked at each other then looked through the window to see Kenny working
on one of the patrol cars.  Jim explained about his wife to Ron who handed
him forms to process so they could treat it as a missing person.  While Jim
did the paper work, Al showed the letter to Ron.

"Oh, isn't that funny.  I got one too, only mine names you as an evil
cocksucking bastard in our midst."

"What do I do?"

"We report it to investigations so they can check things out completely.
Just keep cool.  They may not have counted on you actually having the balls
to come to work.  I'll get Bill in the detective squad working on
things. Just watch your back.  How's Jim?"

"All things considered, he's doing pretty good this morning."  Ron
scratched his head and pulled on his moustache.

"Funny thing though, Bo's wife seems to have done the same thing."

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