Date: Sun, 22 Oct 2000 17:07:24 EDT
From: LENNOXBEAR@aol.com
Subject: Beyond the Blue, part 27

Beyond the Blue, part 27		by lennoxbear@aol.com

The following is a story of gay erotic and involves male to male sexual
situations.  Should these offend you - bye.

Al shifted in the hard wooden courtroom chair to keep his butt from going
numb.  He had given his testimony weeks ago in the hearings surrounding
Dirt, but had been asked to come back to be available just in case.  Dirt's
competency was being reviewed as far as his ability to stand trail for
shooting Al and for other charges brought against him.

One of the court officers stood to one side and intently listened to the
proceedings.  Al would occasionally make eye contact but couldn't quite
figure out if the man was reacting to the comments being delivered
regarding Dirt's mental health or disgusted with Al for being gay.  Jim had
been asked to testify only one day and had remarked about the uneasy body
language of the man.  Al had paid little attention to the man before that
except to notice the thick muscular build.  The man was maybe mid to late
20's and built like a competitive bodybuilder.  His small waist looked even
smaller compared to the dynamic shoulder width.  Add to that an extreme
v-taper lat flare and quads that also flared out, and the man was hot.

The attorneys were going back and forth questioning Sonny about his
involvement with Al.  The picture of the two of them at the Folsum Street
Fair was part of the evidence.  Dirt held firmly to the belief that Al was
responsible for Sonny being gay.  The court guard seemed to blush as Sonny
recounted the night they had met in San Francisco the night before the
fair.  Sonny stressed that he was there on his own with no prior knowledge
of Al.  He explained that he knew he was gay before meeting Al and had been
active in the gay community for several years before this event.  It was
not even his first time attending the Folsum Street Fair. A mutual
acquaintance introduced them and the fact that they were both from Chicago
made for a fast friendship.

Sonny was questioned as to why he had not come out to his father.  In his
answer, he explained in great detail how short tempered Dirt could be and
that his reactions often included physical involvement.  He was afraid if
he had told his father he was gay, he would beat his mother more than he
already did.  Al listened to Sonny's testimony and admired the man for his
bravery and strength for surviving in this household growing up.  He knew
Dirt was a hot head but never thought he was capable of physical abuse.
His respect for Sonny multiplied as the man proudly stood for his beliefs
and principles before the court.  The defense lawyer tried to use the angle
that Al was further corrupting the man, to which, Sonny's response was, "I
picked him up.  I knew what I wanted and Al submitted to me."

The court guard kept looking back and forth between the two men, a look of
disbelief on his face.  He felt uneasy with the looks he was getting and
tried to redirect his attention away from the man's chest.  Sonny came over
and sat next to him when his testimony was complete.  Al squeezed Sonny's
knee in a gesture of support and understanding but cut the move short when
he saw the guard's eyes following him.  The lawyers went on to question
Dirt in more detail about his relationship with his son and wife.  Al
couldn't help but think they had enough information to make a decision on
Dirt's competency to stand trail but knew these things could drag on for a
long time.  The judge announced a break for lunch and requested that a
decision be made in the afternoon upon resumption of the hearings.  Sonny
and Al just looked at each other.

Al stood up and stretched until his shoulder movement sent a twinge of pain
through his arm.  He tried not to react but Sonny smiled at the
cover-up. "So, you want to go grab lunch or just walk if you're not
hungry?"

"Lunch would be cool.  You don't have to use kid gloves. I'm OK.  I grew up
in a very tough household, this is easier than it looks."  They watched as
the guard escorted Dirt from the courtroom.  "How about that restaurant in
the next block.  I could use a drink.  Mitchell's?"

"That's good, works for me."  The two men walked to the restaurant as Al
filled Sonny in on everything that was happening since he had been
shuttling between San Francisco and Chicago making the move.  They got a
table near the bar and ordered drinks.  Al chatted about the changes with
the baby being due and Steve being unable to decide his sexual orientation.

Sonny sat and stared blankly, "Uh, well, if you need someone to volunteers
to help him decide, I'll help.  Actually, Art has given me details on that
that surprised even me.  I thought at first Steve was just curious, but it
turns out he seems to be truly bisexual.  But he wants to get married, and
it isn't fair to get married and then sneak around behind your wife's back
having affairs.  With men or women."  Al said he thought Steve had found a
counselor but they didn't press for details.  They were however, thinking
about staging an intervention to help Steve face reality.  Whatever that
was.  As they discussed Sonny's move back to Chicago, the court guard
walked in to the restaurant.  He stood by a bar stool then walked over to
the table where the friends were sitting.

"Hi, I'm Dennis, the guard from the courtroom.  Look, I just gotta tell you
guys I admire your getting up on that platform and being open and all and
talking about, you know, all the personal stuff.  That's it, just wanted to
say that I respect that."

"Thanks.  We appreciate you're being honest with us."

"Oh sure, you're welcome. It takes a lot of guts to do what you're doing,
especially being a cop and all, that stuff, you know."

Al smiled.  "Guess it was just time for me to come all the way out of the
closet."

"Wow, that's awesome.  Big step. Really, takes.......nerve."  Dennis
nervously transferred weight from one foot to the other.  "I better get
back to my chair."

Sonny looked at Al.  "You want to join us?"

Dennis hesitated.  "Uh, sure, if you don't mind.  I'd like that."  Al
motioned to a chair and Dennis sat down bumping his knee against Al's.  "Oh
sorry."

"That's OK.  We promise not to talk about girl stuff."  Dennis looked at
him quizzically.  "Gay stuff.  Don't want to make you nervous."

"Ohhhh, that's OK.  I don't mind."

Sonny waved the waitress over to get Dennis' order. "So, how long you been
a court officer?"

"Four years.  I like it.  Not as exciting as being a real on the street cop
like........"

"Al.  And this is Sonny."

"I'm sorry about all this with your father, has to be really rough."

"I've had time to adjust to the rough spots."  The three men chatted
amicably as their food came.  Al and Sonny noticed how Dennis would
occasionally throw in a question relating to the gay aspect.  Sonny
directed the talk toward Dennis, asking if he was married or had a
girlfriend.  He blushed and said no.  They both offered encouragement that
he was still young and had time to make those decisions in life.


"Well to be honest, when I saw you guys sitting here, I had to talk with
you.  I mean, I need to talk to someone.  I mean, well, uh, you see, I
think I'm gay."  He looked for a moment like he would throw up.  "Oh fuck,
I can't believe I finally said that.  Sorry, didn't mean to say fuck."

"That's OK, we say it all the time.  In fact, well never mind.  Why do you
think you are gay?"  In the 20 minutes remaining in their lunch, Dennis
spilled his guts.  Sonny and Al listened patiently as the young man talked
away.  As they walked back to the courthouse, Dennis could not thank them
enough for listening, then excused himself to go back to work.  Sonny and
Al stood outside the courtroom waiting for the door to open.

Sonny tapped his shoe against Al's.  "So, what do you think?"

"Fuck, he could fuck me any day."

"Noooooooooooooooooooooooooo.  He needs a support group.  Friends. He
doesn't know, or seem to know any gay people and is afraid of coming out
because of work."

"Right.  I was thinking of asking him if he wanted to do dinner with Jim
and me.  Thought it might help to ease him into knowing some people who
wouldn't be threatening and who work in the same profession."

"That's a good idea.  I don't think I could do that right now, he's too
close to my father's case."  The door to the courtroom opened and Dennis
stood on the far side at his post, arms crossed behind his back and his
huge chest thrust forward.  Sonny and Al took their seats as Sonny leaned
over to whisper.  "But given a chance, I'd work that chest in a minute."

Ron flipped through the duty rosters trying to figure out how to balance
the needs for coverage with fewer people.  He took a big sip of coffee and
tried the math again.  Earl had just filed for retirement and disability.
Dirt was, well, on trial.  Two good officers transferred to another
precinct.  Another was being promoted and Al was out for a couple more
weeks.  His men were getting stressed out over the overtime and no real
relief was in sight.  Mary Lou looked at his furrowed brow as she handed
him paperwork.

"You aren't going to like this but Dave just made detective and is moving
over next week."

"Oh fffffffffffffart. Sorry."  Mary Lou just smiled.

"You can say what you want, I understand.  And here's Earl's paper.  The
nicest guy just delivered it.  Really sweet.  We had a long conversation.
I think he's going to ask me out."

"I thought you were dating Steve?"

"Well we go out but it's nothing exclusive and I get the feeling that he
isn't all that happy.  And we seem to have some other differences, or at
least he does."  Ron looked up but decided not to ask any further
questions.

"So you're going to go out with this guy?  You don't know him.  You only
met him cause he brought in some paperwork."

"No different than a blind date.  And he's good looking. Although, a lot
older than me."

"Even serial killers can be good looking."

"He's no serial killer."

"How do you know that?"

"I just do."  She turned quickly and headed back across the room to her
office.

"Do you even know his name?"

"Yes."  She stood outside the door to her office and turned before going
inside. "Max."

Ron looked at the closed door then down at the paperwork for Earl.  The
same paperwork that named a beneficiary in the event of Earl's death - Max.
Ron rolled his eyes and let out a deep sigh.

"You spring a leak?"  Ron looked to see Kenny walking through the entryway.

"No, no.  Things here just get curiouser and curiouser.  You know?"

Ron watched the athletic, muscle-bound mechanic walk down the hall toward
the garage and mumbled under his breath.  "No, you wouldn't.  We're no
longer curious about you."

Linda and Janet worked on making the final delivery plans for the baby and
bought more baby clothes.  Even though the baby was going to live with Jim,
they were feeling more generous and attached each day.  Linda had agreed to
help transition the baby for a month but was worrying about forming too
much of an attachment even thought she was certain she wouldn't be the
mother the child needed.  They had finished their errands in mid-afternoon
and were walking out of a shop when they ran into Al carrying several
packages.

"Hi ladies, fancy meeting you here."

"You shopping for stuff for the baby?"  Janet looked at Al's purchases with
disbelief.

"Sure, have to be ready for the big day and Linda, I would say from the
looks of it, it's any minute now."

"Tell me.  I think this baby is going to way 30 pounds.  You guys have been
buying baby stuff?"

"Sure, want to stop over and see the room, it's cool."

"OK, and why the suit?"

"I had to be in court again today with Dirt's hearings on the shooting and
all.  I'm heading home now if you want to stop by.  The place really looks
great."

Janet tilted her head skeptically.  "Yeah, we'd like that.  We need to get
something and we'll stop by."  Al agreed and went off down the street
carrying his purchases.  Janet watched as the beefy cop turned the
corner. "You really think two high testosterone cops have things ready for
a baby?"

Linda turned to look at Janet.  "Maybe they'll surprise us."

Steve slammed the door of his gym locker, stepped back onto one of his
shoes and fell over the bench.  Bo and Kenny watched and tried not to
laugh.

"If that's an indication of how you're workout will be tonight, we'll let
you workout by yourself."

Steve wheezed a big sigh and got up.  He sat on the edge of the bench and
put on his shoes.  "Mary Lou cancelled another date tonight.  I don't even
get a decent message.  She leaves a note under the windshield of my car."

"Hey, it's only one date, no big deal."

"No, this is the second time and we have, well, haven't for a week or more
now.  Since I have been seeing this head dude, I haven't gotten off.  The
pressure is building."

Kenny slid his lock through the clasp.  "In that case we won't be showering
with you either."

Bo stretched his thick arms over his head. "Speak for yourself.  You need
help relieving that pressure, just let me know.  Why didn't you mention
it?"  Steve shrugged his shoulders.  The three men continued to discuss
Steve and Mary Lou's relationship through the workout.  The more they
talked, the more intense Steve became in his workout until he was soaking
wet and piling on more and more weight.  Bo and Kenny struggled to keep up.
In the shower later, Kenny invited Steve over for dinner and to relax.  He
told Bo he would stop at the store on the way home and get stuff but he had
to relieve Steve's edge before he got home.

"What?  You want me to have sex with the man?"

"Well, it's not like we haven't had sex before and he needs to relax.  Get
him off, suck, and let him fuck you.  He's your partner."

"This isn't in the line of duty.  But, if I must sacrifice."  Kenny rolled
his eyes and walked to his car, letting Bo get a ride home with Steve.
"Take your time."

Steve looked at Bo skeptically.  "What was that all about?"  Bo simply
smiled evilly and shook his head.

Bo offered Steve a beer when they got to the apartment and excused himself
to throw their gym stuff in the laundry.  He called Steve into the bedroom
a couple of minutes later.  When Steve walked in, Bo was sitting naked on
the bed.  His thick black cock was bloated but not hard.

"Well, partner, I suggest you lose those clothes and let me suck that fat
dick."  Steve stood several feet from the bed and blinked.  "Come on, get
naked."

"Uh, Bo, you don't have to do this.  Really.  I know I need a sexual
release right now, but it won't kill me."

Bo was off the bed in two seconds and threw his hard beefy arm around the
shorter man.  He pulled Steve close and kissed the side of his neck.  Steve
shuddered.  Bo's big hands massaged his partner's back then moved down to
the round muscle butt.  As he squeezed the hard glutes, Steve flexed them
and groaned.

"You know, this psycho I am seeing wouldn't approve of this."

"Shrink, not psycho."

"I think he's psycho."  Steve looked up into the dark clear eyes of his
partner and felt Bo's hot mouth press against his.  He took a deep breath
and felt Bo take over his body.  The big man's hand pulled away the T-shirt
and undid the button and zipper on his jeans.  Steve felt the heat of Bo's
naked body envelop his own. Bo slowly slid down to undo Steve's shoes.  He
helped the man out of his shoes and jeans then knelt before the stocky
thick cop and carefully, methodically worked his way over the huge legs
with his callused hands and hot mouth.  Hot jolts of sex shoot through
Steve's body.  His skin warmed.  His nipples felt like they were being
charged with electricity even though no one was touching them.  He closed
his eyes and let Bo use him.  Bo took the beer bottle from his hand and put
it on the nightstand. Steve felt a light but hot touch on his balls as Bo
slid his hand under the big low hangers and fondled them, kissing them
lightly and nuzzling his stubbled face against the big drooping dick.  Bo's
tongue caressed the head of Steve's cock and Steve felt his breath escape
in a low moan.  The hot mouth on his dick slowly sucked the mushroom head,
swirling around it, tickling the sensitive underside

Bo pulled forward on the swelling balls and swallowed the soft cock letting
it get hard in his throat.  Steve balanced himself on Bo's shoulders as his
cock was being pulled deep inside his partner's soul.  He held the back of
Bo's shaved head as the big man sucked his dick deep into his throat then
backed off, then down again.  Bo traced the thick veins of Steve's cock
with his tongue, forced his tongue into the deep piss slit, sucked it in
and out of his mouth until spit dripped freely.  He directed the movement
by tugging on the big low-hangers creating a buried guttural growl from the
heart of Steve's heavily muscled body.  Steve opened his eyes and looked
down at his partner who was staring back up at him.  Bo let the big dick
smack against he hard-etched abs and sat back smiling.

"How about some of that in return?"

He slid back on the bed and spread his legs apart.  His long, ebony dick
flopped over the lemon-sized balls begging Steve to worship them.  Steve
slid up the over the edge of the bed and began licking his way up the
bodybuilder cop's heavy-duty legs.  His spit made the warm black skin glow
with intensity.  He worked his way up to the fat cock and slowly sucked it
into a full throbbing erection.  He sucked on the long dick as he slipped
fingers into Bo's butthole.  Bo moved his hips up and down fucking Steve's
throat.

"Oh yeah buddy, show me how much you want this black man's big dick.  Make
it shine.  Get your fingers deep in my ass.  Yeah.  Feels good.  You're a
good cocksucker Stevie."

Steve felt the hot wet kiss on his butt as he concentrated on getting Bo
close and then backing off.  Two big callused hands pulled his buttcheeks
apart and a tongue forced its way into his ass.

"It's just Kenny Steve.  You like his tongue up your ass?  Show my dick how
much you like getting your ass eaten.  Whoa boy.  Don't make me cum.  You
know what I like don't you Steve.  I like Kenny fucking my black ass with
his big cock.  You want to know why I like it?  You want to find out what
it feels like?"  Steve moaned a deep growl. "Hmph?  I think that means yes
Kenny.  He ain't about to let go of my dick to answer you so you better
just fuck that beefy cop butt."

Steve felt the cool lube being worked deep into his ass, then a large blunt
object began forcing it's way into his tight butt."

"I think you better hold his head on your dick Bo, this might make him lose
his grip, er suck."  Steve took a deep breath and let it out slowly as the
monster prick filled his ass.  His eyes watered with pain from the
oversized cock. Then he felt Kenny's coarse pubic hair against his hard
smooth butt and felt two arms on either side of him as Kenny began pulling
out and sliding back in. he braced himself on his elbows as the fucking
picked up in intensity.  Kenny leaned back on his knees, one hand on
Steve's butt the other stroking Steve's own impressive cock flopping
underneath the cop's body.  Steve never missed a stroke on Bo's dick.  His
sucking coincided with the fucking Kenny was giving his ass.

"This boy's a natural fuck Bo, how the cocksucking?"

Bo looked up through two tiny eye slits.  "It's..it's..re....really, shit,
fuck, I can't hold on much longer, you gonna pump a load all over that
sweaty, I'm gooooonnnnnna cum."  Steve felt a huge hot load of his
partner's spunk hit the back of his throat.  He sucked voraciously to get
every drop.  Kenny's load sprayed across the tight butt and onto Steve's
back.  The beefy mechanic rubbed it into the cop pigs muscled back.

Kenny dropped to Bo's side and kissed his hunky lover.  "You know, your
funky partner here is one helluva a sex freak for someone who can't decide
if he's straight or gay.  Bo, he's asleep.  We wore him out."

"No, I think he's just storing up energy.  He didn't cum yet, look at that
hard cock."  Bo slid down and swallowed the still rigid prick.  Steve
stirred and looked over at Kenny.

"No, Bo, I'm goonaaaaa fucking shoot."  Bo forced the cock down his throat
and felt the big cock spasm and fill his body with hot cop cum."  Bo rolled
to his side and smiled.  "OK, who wants dinner?"

Max fumbled to find the condom he had put on the nightstand.  The big beefy
man was hot and too close to take chances.  If he didn't get his dick
sheathed quickly his load would be on the loose.  "Damn, I think my rubber
fell on the floor."

"That's OK, we don't need it."

"No, we do, I can't hold off."  He felt two legs clamp around his waist and
pull him deeper.  His nuts pulled up and the familiar surge of hot cum hit
home.  "Shit."

"Yeah, give me that hot load, fill me."

"Are you on something?"

"No."

"NO?"

"I'm sorry Max, you're not HIV and I want your spunk.  See, I want to get
pregnant."

"What?  Are you nuts Mary Lou?  I don't want you to get pregnant by me, I,
I..."

"No problem.  I'm not looking for a husband, just a baby. I'm lesbian."

"Oh good grief."

Janet and Linda walked through Linda's former home in disbelief.  In three
short months, Jim and Al had repainted half the house in bold ways Linda
would never have let Jim try.  They were floored by the now masculine yet
perfectly arranged master bedroom.  The office guestroom was a workspace
out of HGTV and then there was the nursery.

Al stood proudly waiting for their response."

"Well, what do you think?"

Linda looked at the spotlessly clean, perfectly assembled little boy's room
and let out a low whistle. "If I hadn't have lived here, I wouldn't believe
this is the same house.  Guys, I'm impressed.  Really.  You guys really did
all of this yourselves?"

"Yep, shocking ain't it?"  Jim threw his arm around Al's waist and hugged
him close.  "Hard to believe all this decorating talent tools around on a
Harley."

Janet laughed.  "Honey, I gotta agree with that.  I never would have
guessed it."

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