Date: Sat, 4 Mar 2000 14:41:41 EST
From: LENNOXBEAR@aol.com
Subject: Beyond the Blue, part 5

Beyond the Blue, part 5		by lennoxbear@aol.com

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


Jim's hands shook as he carefully worked to hide his cyber finds in a
password-protected file in the computer. His wife wasn't the kind who used
the computer often except for work but he didn't want to take any chances.
She had called to say she was spending the whole day and dinner with her
folks and would he mind fending for himself for dinner.  She had basically
ignored him throughout his struggle with his cold anyway, so what
difference did it make.  He had spent the whole of the afternoon searching
through gay sites and had more information at his fingertips than he ever
thought possible.  He took one more precaution and rebooted the system to
wipe out the history and address files.  He watched as the machine clicked
away and returned to its former boring life.  He got up to piss, only to
discover his dick was still rock hard and dripping.  The reflection in the
mirror was a tall, somewhat disheveled man with a slightly guilty look.

Jim stripped off his T-shirt, pinched his nips, and then dropped his
sweatpants to watch himself jackoff in the bathroom mirror.  His mind raced
through all the sites he had just visited with hot men eager for man to man
action.  None of it was making much sense except that he needed to drop his
load.  His arm furiously beat the fat cock.  The chest muscles flexed and
bounced.  As his breathing became rapid and shorter he stared himself in
the eye and shot hot streams of cum onto the mirror and across the bathroom
counter.  He fell against the sink in a coughing and wheezing attack from
the cold.  So much for easy sex.  He cleaned up the mess and stood at the
toilet peeing.  Holy shit, the magazines.  He had forgotten about them.

They were still next to the computer.  He put the sports and car magazines
on the table by his reading chair but carried the gay ones to the spare
bedroom to where he had been banished with his cold.  The plastic wrappers
gave him a moment of fight but were soon crumpled in the bottom of the
tissue filled wastebasket.  He sat in the chair and began reading, his dick
responding to the suggestive stories and picture.  The uniform magazine had
him buzzing and licking his lips.  He lay his head back and thought about
what was happening to him. And how confused and scared he was.  And how
hungry.  The magazines were hidden in his smelly gym bag to make the
transition to the safety of his truck later.  As he rummaged through the
refrigerator for food he thought about the men with whom he worked.  His
mind kept coming back to Al.  That had to change.

He carried the sandwich back to the office and stood staring at the
computer.  What the fuck.  He clicked on the icon and signed back on.
Favourites.  Hesitation.  He hadn't really looked through any of these but
had saved a bunch for future reference.  The pointer moved up and down the
list.  Musclebearz.  Holy fuck.  Big men.  These men can't be interested in
other men, can they?  Jim worked his way through the assortment of pages
and pictures, his jaw hanging open at the muscle and masculinity.  His dick
throbbed as he stroked it through the soft material.  A big wet spot formed
as it leaked with each new hot pic.  Each one had him shaking his head in
disbelief.  His hand and heart stopped.  Big man - Chicago, hot pose.
Click.

Sunday morning Jim wheezed his way to church with Linda.  She made him
carry a box of tissues and take enough medication to knock out a horse.  He
didn't feel badly but looked worse than he felt.  Bo waved at him from his
seat with his wife and kids.  Jim slid into the pew next to him.

"Looking a little pale there buddy."  Bo poked his chest playfully.

"Gee, thanks.  I don't feel badly, should be at work tomorrow.  I should
call Al and tell him."

Bo pursed his lips.  "I saw him the other day, he was, uh, a bit under the
weather himself."

"Oh man, hope I didn't give this to him."

"No, I don't think you did."

"You look a little bloodshot yourself Bo buddy."

"Yeah, night out with the guys, not much sleep.  And someone is really
ticked at me now."  Bo nodded his head toward his wife.

Jim sniffed and shrugged his shoulders.  "Welcome to the club.  Been
avoided since I got this cold."  Their eyes locked onto each other and Jim
felt his chest tighten.  The organ started and the service began.
Afterwards, they stood next to Bo's car as their wives chattered.  Jim
stared at the black man's chest outlined in his crisp white dress shirt.
Bo leaned against the car. Even through the suit, he was an impressive
figure.  Jim averted his eyes to watch the departing church members.

"Guess I better call my partner and let him know I'll be back on the job
tomorrow."

"Oh, Al, yeah.  Not sure he'll be up for work, he sounded a bit out of it
the other day."

"Huh, the guy never called me back.  Maybe I'll go over there this
afternoon."

"You better call first, in case he's really sick."  Bo looked away.

"Can't get any sicker than I am, the body's fighting it pretty good right
now.  I owe him soup and sympathy anyway."

"Call first anyway."  Bo turned and held Jim's biceps tightly.  He couldn't
help but think Jim knew about last night but shook it off.  His wife came
over and they got into the car to leave.  Jim found Linda and her parents.
They wanted to stop for brunch.  She looked at Jim and decided he didn't
look up to it.  He felt fine but let her go without him.  He drove home
alone, picked up a hot meal at the grocery store and sat in the kitchen
eating while shuffling through the Sunday paper.  With a big cup of coffee
in hand, he wandered upstairs to change clothes.

No answer at Al's.  A simple message will do.  Jim sat down at the computer
and called up the previous night's site.  He found the picture of the man
in Chicago again and clicked on the email link.  The box opened.  He took a
big sip of coffee and placed his hands over the keys.  "Hey buddy, saw your
pic on.................."

Al plowed his fat dick into Art's hard butt and swore under his breath at
the ringing phone.  Not now.  Art was moaning and thrusting his butt into
the air to meet Al's ram.  He urged Al to drive his dick harder.  Al
grabbed the man's muscular waist and really began ramming the muscle butt.
Art pushed back even more. The man was hot and hungry.  Al studied the
muscles straining in the broad back and the big arms flexed to support his
weight and Al's battering dick.  He reached around the big chest and found
a hard nip just pleading for attention.  Art groaned louder.  His dick was
making loud smacks against his sharp abs.  He begged Al to fuck him harder.
Sweat dropped from Al's forehead and slid across Art's muscular back.  Art
screamed he was cumming and straightened up to unload his cum into his
hand.  He rubbed the hot cream into his chest with Al's help as he felt
Al's dick throbbing inside its latex condom.  Al fell onto his back on the
bed, panting and sweating.

"Thanks again buddy, you have a hot ass for a man who also throws a mean
fuck."  Art worked the cop's big nipples.

"I may like to fuck hard butt but I also like a stiff prick up my hole
every now and then."  He sucked on the meaty tits and soon had Al writhing
on the sheets again.  "How's your back and butt?"

"Not bad.  They still sting a bit if I'm not careful but whatever this
stuff is that you put on my skin, it is really helping.  There is one
problem though."

"What's that?"

"Tomorrow when I shower for work I won't be able to reach my whole back.
It would help if someone stayed overnight and helped in the morning.  Hint
hint."  Al winced as Art bit his tits.

"Hmm, I could do that.  Let me run home and get clothes for work tomorrow
and we'll make a night of it." Art slapped the sore nipples and jumped off
the bed.  He pulled his clothes back on and pulled Al to his feet.  He
carefully wrapped his arms around the stocky cop and bit his lower lip.

"I'll have to see what I have in the fridge for dinner."  Al padded across
the room and down the hall. "Unless?"  Art looked at him.  "Unless, I call
the Chinese place down the street and we get take out?"

"Sound good to me, saves on having to do dishes."  Al pulled a menu from a
kitchen cupboard and had Art make the choices while he retrieved his
wallet.

"Dinner is on me, you've been terrific helping me with my little problem.
I really feel better, not 100% but way improved over last night.  Thanks."
He held the back of Art's thick neck and kissed him a sloppy passionate wet
kiss.

"Give me an hour and 15 minutes to get home and back.  Call the order in
and I'll get it on my way back here.  Don't shower, I want you ripe and
sweaty."

"Hey, two things I do really good."  Al locked the door behind him and got
a beer from the kitchen before stooping in front of his computer for an
email check.

"You've got mail."  Al carefully sat on a pillow and opened his mailbox.
The usual junk appeared with a bunch of new mail from friends.  And some
new mail from names he didn't recognize.  He deleted the garbage, decided
the family stuff could wait until later and started through the new items.
One note in particular really got him going.  The guy seemed to really like
his body and described in details what he could do for him.  Save that for
an answer.  He looked over at the answering machine and saw he had one
message.  Jim's slightly congested voice told him he should be back on the
job tomorrow and to call him later.  He signed off the computer and dialed
Jim's number.  Busy. Oh well, his wife did like to talk.  He finished his
beer, put the bottle in the recycling bin and stretched out across the bed
to wait for Art.

Bo had spent the afternoon puttering in his yard and thinking about the
night before.  He had walked into the Garage, a gay bar, purchased a beer
and then found a safe place on the sidelines to stand and watch for awhile.
The place was filled with men in every size and shape.  The guys in good
shape and dressed in jeans or leather got the most attention from him.  He
slowly made his way through all four floors, soaking in the knowledge of
the new experiences.  The Top floor was the darkest bar and he had to stop
to let his eyes adjust.  A big blond a few feet away got his dick stirring.
The man had a chest nearly as big as Bo's but his waist was unbelievably
small.  The lats flared then angled down in a sharp hard curve.  The butt
pushed out in his chaps and jock.  Bo bit his lip when he realized what he
was seeing was the man's bare ass.  His chest was crossed in a tight
leather harness to show off the huge slabs of muscle on his chest.  Bo had
to reach down and tug his hardening dick until it was free to grow down his
pantleg.  The man smiled with amusement at Bo's reaction to him.  He took
the few steps over to Bo and extended his hand.

"I'm Bill.  You having a problem there?"  He grabbed Bo's big black dick
through the snug jeans.  "No, fuck, that ain't a problem, that's a
pleasure."  Bill's hands cupped the big balls through the denim and
squeezed just slightly.  Bo felt the need to get his rocks off overcoming
his fears.  "Man, great body, you compete?"

"Used to, don't have the time and stamina for diet the way I used to."  The
hot jolts of electricity from Bill's hand running over his chest and cock
made him feel lightheaded.  Bill's appreciative hand strongly measured Bo's
taunt muscles and stopped in between the deep butt cheeks.  "Obviously, you
spend a great deal of time in the gym, look fucking great.  What's your
waist?'

"Thirty-one and the chest is 50.  Blessed with really good genetics.
Everywhere."  He gave Bo a big grin and rubbed a huge, hard dick against
the cop's thigh.  Bo reached down and cupped the pouch of the leather jock
feeling the big dick just bearly being contained.  He slid his hand up the
smooth hot chest and wrapped his big hand around a mountain of pec muscle.
Bo had big hands and this guy's pecs filled them to overflowing.  His hand
slid back down along the tiny waist, cut intercostals and onto the top of
the chaps.  He bumped a bunch of keys hanging from the left side and
returned to rubbing the pouch with the back of his hand.  Bill pulled them
closer together and growled.

"You from town?  Don't think I have ever seen you in here before."  He had
loosened Bo's shirttail and had run his hot hand up the deeply etched back
muscles as they leaned against the bar in the dark setting.

"Don't get out much, well, to be honest, this is my first time here and I
ain't exactly out."

"Hmmm, still on the virginal fringe, eh?"

"Something like that.  Man you are so hot, you're making my dick hurt."

"So, a lot of this is still new to you, huh?"  Bill leaned closer for Bo to
hear him over the suddenly loud music.  Bo turned his head and locked eyes.
Bill studied the deep black eyes and wasn't sure what Bo really knew about
the bar and the man whose hand was now under his belt feeling the top of
the hard, chiseled butt.  Bo was sure Bill cold sense his fear and
nervousness but wanted the contact to last a bit longer.  Bill talked about
the bar and leaned closer.  Bo's eyes never lost contact. He brought their
mouths together and felt the release of desire.  Their lips parted and
Bill's tongue searched Bo's eager mouth.

"Well you got the kissing part right, fuck what a mouth.  And heaven knows
the body is a killer.  Man, I would love to bury my face in your ass and
eat your hole."  Bo got lost.  Men did this?

"Look, I get the impression that you might be a bit overwhelmed with all of
this.  My place is only a couple of blocks away and I promise I won't do
anything you don't want me to do.  If you just want to talk that's
cool. It's up to you."  Bo sucked down his beer shook his head yes and
followed the hard blond ass through the bar to the street.  Bill claimed
his jacket, wrapped it around his waist and held the door for Bo.

"The cops don't appreciate you walking the street with your ass hanging
out, that's OK.  I can survive."  Bo chuckled at the comment and checked to
be sure that his ID was in the bottom of his inside pocket.  Bill wasn't
kidding.  They walked to his apartment in an old warehouse building and
never had to move Bo's truck.  Bo looked around at the loft set up and
whistled.

"Same feeling I had about you when you walked in."  Bill threw their coats
over a chair, turned and ran smack into Bo.  The beefy cop wrapped his arms
around the blond and kissed him deeply.  Bill struggled to get Bo's shirt
off the massive upper body.  Bo kept returning to the liplock.  "Let's go
back to the bed."  Bo's felt his heart skipping beats.

The bedroom was still open to the loft but separated by pipe railings and
hanging screens.  Bill undid Bo's belt and jeans and forced them over the
monstrous thighs.

"Jeez, these fuckers must be as big as my waist."  Bo kicked off his shoes
and stood before Bill in just his athletic socks.  "WOW, if you look like
this now, what did you look like when you competed?"

"Well, for one thing, I didn't have this."  Bo waved his long, hard ebony
cock at Bill.  Bill smiled and agreed.  He moved to unsnap a harness strap
and Bo stopped him.  "No, don't, just the jock, can you just take that
off?"  Bo had no idea why he just asked that.  Bill smiled and unsnapped
the jock codpiece.  Bo took it in his hand, warm from the heat of Bill's
big dick and balls and held it up.  He put it to his face and breathed
deeply.  A long sigh escaped his huge chest.  Bill watched him carefully.
Bo dropped to his knees and faced his first cock.  He wrapped his long
finger around the base of the cock and balls and rubbed it over his
unshaven face.  Bill moaned and encouraged him.  He could smell the leather
on Bill.  His tongue carefully licked the tip of the 8-inch shaft and
swirled around the head.  It was hard, smooth and felt perfect on his
tongue.  He looked up at the beefy blond and locked eyes as he slid the
thick shaft between his lips.  He began doing what he remembered the guy
did to him in the steam at the gym.  Bill's hands pressed into the big
traps and held steady as Bo began sucking cock to make up for lost time.
He gradually adapted and had the whole shaft down his throat.  Bill's pubic
bush scratched at his nose and Bo breathed the musky, sweaty man's sent
deep into his brain.

"Whoa, buddy, back off, you're gonna make me cum."  Bill pulled him to the
bed and Bo flopped onto his back.  Bill lay on top of the big cop and began
licking the man's body from head to toe.  Bo's fingers dug into the bed to
keep from shooting his load.  His cock was harder than it had ever been.
Bill's head worked the shaft and did things to the big black ballsack that
Bo never dreamed possible.  Bill had both the enormous nuts in his mouth
pulling to give the big man some pain.  His hands twisted the black nipples
until Bo was begging him to stop.

Bill straddled the solid waist and pushed down on the big pecs.  "Normally,
I wouldn't just stop, I'm used to being in control.  The two erect cocks
bounced off each other. Do you know what it is to be top or bottom?"  Bo
made a funny face and shook his head no.  "Well, for one thing, my being a
top usually means I fuck your big beefy ass but I don't think you have had
that happen before, have you?"

"No."  Bo looked at the big bodybuilder sitting on his thighs and reached
down to grab the hard cock.  He began squirming and Bill realized he was
trying to turn onto his stomach.

"You really want me to fuck the beautiful butt of yours?"

"Yes, please."

"Ohhhhhhh, you are one hot fucking man."  Bill buried his face between the
hard asscheeks and pushed his tongue deep into Bo's body.  Bo lay there as
the room spun around him. He felt Bill work his ass in way's he never could
have imagined.  The man worked a warm lube in with his fingers until Bo
felt three or four entering him.  Bill slapped the meaty cheeks and
positioned himself in a sort of push up position above the prone cop.  Bo
felt the hot, hard dick pressing into him and a flash of hot searing pain.
Jesus.  Bill slowed and pulled back.  Bo took a deep breath and Bill pushed
back again.  The pain shot up Bo's back. His arms tensed as they gripped at
the headboard.  The shaft was slowly filling his butt.  It felt incredibly
huge.  It seemed like forever before Bill lay on Bo's back, his full
eight-inch cock buried in the black ass.  He began slowly fucking the
muscle butt.  The pain going through Bo's ass had him whining.

Bill masterfully changed his tempo and thrust until Bo was accustomed to
having a man's hard dick up his ass.  Bo relaxed and felt the tight burning
pain turn into pleasure.  He began pushing his ass back to meet Bill's
thrusts.  The big, beefy muscle butt pushed up and lifted Bill higher into
the air.  Bo was really getting into having his butt worked.  Bill slid
back a bit in order to raise Bo to his knees and really slam the virgin
butt.  His fingers dug into the hard muscle at the cop's waist as he leaned
back and pistoned his now purple cock deep inside the grunting man.  Sweat
formed on the broad muscular back making it more difficult for Bill to grip
his hungry bottom.  Bo was begging for it harder and Bill knew he was a
convert.

Bo felt the dick battering his virgin butt get bigger and then felt Bill's
hands dig into his traps as the big man shot stream after stream of hot
cum.  Bo's breathing became very short and shallow.

"Don't cum yet buddy.  I want that load on my chest."  Bill pulled his dick
covered in the cum filled condom out of Bo's ass and rolled onto his back
on the bed.  Bo straddled his fucker and felt a hot hand grab his meat and
stroke it hard.

"Oh fuck, yeah."  Huge gobs of cum exploded from the black cock and
splattered loudly on the blond man's smooth chest.  Bo threw his back and
gave out a long wail of pleasure.  His body shuddered with the force of the
load he just shot.

"Oh yeah man, that's like buckets of cum."  Bill rubbed the hot sticky goo
onto his pecs and abs and punched the big flexing pecs hanging before him.
"If that was really your first time, you were beyond hot."  Bo dropped over
the big blond and jammed his tongue into the man's mouth.  They kissed for
several minutes until Bill begged for air.

"Buddy, you need to get out more."  Bo lay on the bed beside him and
concentrated on calming his pounding heart.  Bill had gotten up and removed
his leather and stretched his naked body next to the big cop.  "Anytime you
want to do this again, just let me know."

Bo sucked in his breath.  "I don't know when there will be a next time."

"Work knocking you down?"

"No, I ain't gonna lie.  I'm married with children.  I am only beginning to
understand that that isn't me."

"Hmm, I thought there might be something like that.  Well, any time you
want to sneak away, I'll gladly get naked with you."  He kissed him and
felt the big hands cup his butt.  "Don't count on fucking me guy. I'm not a
good bottom, especially with a big, 10-inch black snake like
yours. Whooowee," Bill grabbed Bo's limp fat cock and flopped it from side
to side.

"That's OK.  I rather liked getting fucked."  Both men laughed at that
obvious observation.

"Guess you can't stay the night, huh?"

"No, I better be going, the wife will have my nuts.  Gotta do church
tomorrow and she is a stickler for my being home and in bed."

"Lucky her."

"No, we have very little sex, and it's not like my dick can't do it.  She
just doesn't want to anymore.  Maybe she knows about my feelings for men,
who knows."  Bo sat on the edge of the bed and reached for his clothes.
Bill watched as the big man got dressed and marveled at his size and
muscular beauty.  They stood at the front door and kissed.

"Look, here's my number.  I really would like to see you again, anytime.
But, I'm a software consultant and travel, so you may have to leave a
message.  Don't be pissed if you don't hear from me for a couple of days.
My office is here but the man who owns the company lives and has an office
a couple of hours away from here.  I sometimes go there on business.  Big,
big man, you would like him.  And his lover."

Bo smiled.  "Lucky you.  How nice working for someone and not having to
hide who you are and pretend to be something else."  He hugged Bill and
kissed him one more time.  "Thanks.  You will be fucking my ass again real
soon."  Bill slapped the big butt as he headed out the door.  Bo sprinted
back to his truck and was home in a matter of minutes.  He brushed his
teeth and climbed into bed.

"Oh wow, you smell like cigarettes and sweaty men. Get away from me."  His
wife pushed him to his side of the bed and turned her back to him.  Bo lay
on his side and looked at the clock.  1:00 AM.  He was going to be tired
tomorrow, but his ass would be happy.  He squeezed his hard cock and
quickly fell asleep.

Monday morning in the locker room the big men all jostled for space as they
changed into their uniforms.  Bo dropped his jaw in mock disbelief as Al
revealed a T-shirt and underwear.

"I didn't think you owned any, wow."  Al looked back at him smugly.

"Well,,,,,,I ......do.....so...there.  Besides, all things considered, I
thought maybe I should cover up."

"Yeah, a wise move.  How do you feel?"

"Good, got some help recovering, ya know."  Al winked and Bo just chuckled.

"Bo?  You seem a bit different today.  Did you, maybe, uh"

"Yes." Al's eyes widened as he figured out what all Bo meant.  Their eyes
continued the conversation.  Jim hurried in as usual and began changing.

"Hey, pal, how ya feeling?"  Jim stood at his locker in his briefs, his big
dick outlined in the soft material.

"Good, really, really good."  He high-fived his partner and continued to
get into his uniform.

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