Date: Sat, 18 Mar 2000 17:08:15 EST
From: LENNOXBEAR@aol.com
Subject: Beyond the Blue, part 8

Beyond the Blue, part 8           by lennoxbear@aol.com

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

Monday at work, Jim and Bo moved through the locker area very quietly.  Al
took that as a cue and spoke very softly.  Jim finally leaned against the
locker and laughed.

"I'm not still hungover.  You can speak in normal tones."

"Oh, OK.  Just wasn't sure."  Al got a dirty sweat sock to the back of the
head for that comment.

At role call, they got one of the new Pontiacs and hurried outside to ooh
and ahh.  Bo stood next to the aging Crown Vic, a look of disgust on his
face.  Al and Jim dropped their shoulders and walked over to pat Bo on the
back.

"Earl the fartman worked this weekend didn't he?"  Bo shook his head yes.

"In the Crown Vic all weekend, huh?  Bo shook his head yes and opened the
door.

"Whoa, this car should be at the top of the list to be scrapped."

"I think it would have to be on the Super Fund list to be scrapped."

"What are you going to do Bo?"

"What can I do but ride around all day with the windows down.  It's really
warm but citizens of this fair town will rebel for sure."

"Who's your partner now?"

"Steve, the new guy.  He's inside getting some report we have to follow up
on."  As if on cue, Steve walked out of the side office and opened the car
door and stepped in in one movement.

"Let's roll Bo."  The next thing they knew he was on the ground outside the
car.  "What is that?  Is something dead in the car.  A rat?  Oh no, this is
the infamous Crown Vic of Earl's, isn't it?"

"You got it, roll the window down and get in, we gotta move."  A wide-eyed
Steve rolled the window down and got in making a face as he closed the
door.  They drove off with Steve hanging out the window.

"Ahhh, a Bo and his dog.  How cute."  Jim smiled vapidly.

"Yeah, right.  Let's go."  Al slid behind the wheel and rove off to check
on a reported car theft.  "So how far back in the doghouse are you?"

"I'm in the office, spare bedroom doghouse."

"She won't even let you in bed with her?"

"No, this could be awhile.  And Bo's wife is doing the same thing to him.
And he didn't wake up naked with another man."  Al frowned.

"I meant me.  I don't know about you, I mean, oh fuck."

"Was Bo out all night too?"

"No. He got home at four, I think he said.  Was out with a buddy and Kenny,
from the motor pool."  Al looked over at Jim on that one.

"Bodybuilder Kenny?"

"Yeah.  But Bo's getting the same cold shoulder."

"So, what are you going to do?"

"What can I do but wait it out and see when I get to return to my bed.  At
least my sex life is better."  Jim waved his right hand.

"I told you to blame it on me, maybe that would make it easier."

"Well, you are to blame and that doesn't make it any easier."

"Oh?"

"Nevermind.  How was the rest of your weekend?"  Jim stretched out in the
cruiser, an obvious bulge in his uniform pants.

"Good, didn't do anything except lay around naked and grow hair."

"You do that well."

"Yes, I do, thank you for noticing."  The rest of their day went basically
the same as always.  Al went to see the duty Sargent at the end of the day
and Jim headed to the gym.  He was half way through his workout when Al
walked in and quickly changed.

"What kept you?"

"They want me to work this weekend.  We have a couple of guys off and they
are shorthanded.  You want to work?  It's overtime and you get time away
from Linda.  Absence makes the heart grow fonder."

"If only.  Maybe.  Let me think about it.  Would we on patrol together?"

"No, not for the weekend.  So you get a break."

"As long as it isn't Earl."  They got through the next couple of sets until
Jim was finished.  He hit the showers as Al continued.  He looked around
but Bo never showed.  Steve was on the far side of the room doing legs.

"Where's Bo?"

"He went to take the car into Kenny and complain about it, not that it will
do any good.  I think I may have to burn my uniform." Steve shuddered at
the thought of spending another day in the car.

"Kenny eh?  Well, if anyone can fix it, he can."  Al joined Steve for a
quick set.

Bo pulled the creaking crown Vic into the back of the motor pool garage.
He parked it near a window, just in case.  He got out, shook his head to
clear the cobwebs and called out for Kenny.

"Right behind ya dude, ya don't have to yell."

"Sorry, didn't see you."  Kenny locked the overhead garage door and walked
toward Bo.  He was dressed in his dirty, oily overalls.  They were unzipped
to the waist to show off his heavily muscled sculpted chest.  His hair was
mussed from a hard day's work and he was unshaven.  Bo took a deep breath
and swallowed hard.  Kenny's dark good looks were going right to his
crotch.  He turned around and opened the door of the car.

"Kenny, we have to do something about the car or Earl.  The car may be
easier to fix."

"What's wrong with it?" Bo motioned for him to get in which Kenny did.  Bo
slammed the door shut and held it closed as Kenny struggled to get out.  He
opened the door and Kenny fell out onto the floor.

"Good grief.  I've never had to fix this bucket, at least, not
mechanically.  Wow, what does the man eat?"

"Who knows, but is there anything we can do?"

"Let me think on it.  In the meantime, I'll red tag it."  Bo screwed up his
face.

"Isn't that what the gas company does with bad.....oh, I get it."  He
laughed. "Thanks, bud.  This car need major fumigation but in the meantime,
what vehicle do you give Earl?"

"I'll find something suitably old and near retirement."  Kenny leaned back
against the beat up Ford.  He dropped his hand to Bo's basket and groped
the beefy cop.  Bo flinched and looked around.  "No one here buddy, but us
two, hard men."  He rubbed Bo's growing shaft in the snug uniform pants and
slid Bo's hand down his overalls to his hard cock.  Bo gripped the big
beast and felt sweat breaking out all over his body.  Kenny stood with his
legs apart and pulled Bo to him.  He wrapped his thick arms around the
beefy, black cop and kissed him hard.  Bo felt Kenny's tongue invade his
mouth.  He sucked on it hard.  Kenny returned the gesture by wrapping one
furry forearm around the stocky neck and forcing the kiss tighter.  His
hands slid down the broad flared back to the full, round muscle butt.  He
squeezed Bo's asscheeks and felt them flex,

"MMMMMMmmm, fuck, what an ass."  Bo's hot mouth was working its way down
Kenny's thick neck to the top of his shoulders exposed under the open
overalls.  Bo slid his hands inside and felt the hard square pecs and big
knobby nipples.  He worked his tongue down to the left one and teased it.
Kenny moaned and pushed his face tighter against the pink flesh.  Bo bit
the nipple, pulling out just slightly to get Kenny to growl.  Kenny pushed
him off and motioned with his head toward an old police van in a back
corner.  Bo followed him to the far side of the vehicle and watched as the
hot man slid the overalls off his shoulders and to the floor.  He stood
before the big cop, his overalls down around his feet, fully naked with the
big hard horse cock bouncing in anticipation.  He kicked off his work boots
to remove the overalls then pulled them back on.  Bo gave in to the lust in
his mind and fell to his knees in front of the butch mechanic.  He caught
the big dick in his mouth and swallowed.  He sucked up and down on the
veiny shaft getting soaking wet.  He let it flop out of his mouth as he
went for Kenny's fat nutsack.  He breathed in the day's worth of work sweat
on the man and sucked a fat ball deep into his mouth.

"Man, you are one hot blue uniform."  Kenny held Bo's face to his cock and
balls and felt the men inhaling his heavy scent.  Bo slowly got up, licking
his way up Kenny's body as he rose.  He kissed and licked each cut ab, all
over the flexing pecs and stopped in whining glory at Kenny's furry armpit.
Bo went wild licking, sucking and breathing in the man's scent.  Kenny
pushed him back and held the handsome face between his hands.  "What do you
want cop?  You want my dick?  You want my dick up your cop pig butt?  Is
that what you want?  Bo, his mouth open and spit running from the corners,
struggled to answer.

"Yes sir."  His voice cracked as he completely accepted that he was a man
who loved men and needed men all the time.

"Show me what you got?"  Kenny slid open the side door of the van and got
inside to lounge on the floor.  He sneered at Bo and slowly teased him by
stroking his monster dick.  Bo stood up and locked eyes with Kenny.  He ran
his hands over his uniformed body to squeeze the big muscles through the
dark blue material.  He ran his hands over the calf sized forearms and
flexed each biceps in the short sleeve shirt.

"Harder, cop.  Show me what those arms can do."  Bo smiled slowly and moved
to a front double biceps pose.  Kenny licked his lips.  "Harder."  Bo
relaxed and then threw all his energy into the bicpes pose.  The sleeves
split at the seams as the big arms won out.  Kenny nodded his approval.  Bo
began unbuttoning the shirt and pulling it slowly from the waistband.  He
opened the shirt and caressed his firm body, squeezing the big pecs and
pointing the nipples at Kenny.  He took a big dark nipple between each
thumb and forefinger and twisted and pulled until they were standing out a
good half-inch.  His breath was becoming shallower as sweat now rolled over
the perfect ebony skin.  Bo did an abs crunch, running his fingers through
the deep cuts.  He reached for his belt buckle and undid his uniform pants.
Kenny's dick was oozing a steady stream of thick precum.  Kenny had the
shaft slick with the sticky fluid making Bo hungrier.

He pushed the pants down with his white briefs over the deeply cut quads
and stood before Kenny waiting for approval.  His hands slid up and down
the wet glistening body, shirt pulled back, pants around his ankles.  His
long, thick black cock was rock hard and sticking straight out.  Straight
as an arrow.  The big balls hung in a lopsided full arc, almost halfway
down his thighs.  He grabbed them tightly around the bas and pulled them
toward Kenny. He leaned forward and Kenny took them and pulled.  Bo grabbed
the top of the doorway to the van and let Kenny pull his balls while he
braced his back.  Kenny let go and Bo lurched backwards.

He turned around and bent over.  The shirttail flipped up over the beefy
butt.  Bo reached over double and wrapped his arms around the big legs.
The hamstrings popped out in deep cuts as Bo massaged the diamond shaped
calves and flexed his glutes.  He pulled them apart for Kenny to see his
fuckhole.  Kenny crouched forward and buried his face against Bo's offered
butt.  Bo went wild pushing back to get the probing tongue deep into his
ass.

Kenny pulled back into the van and took Bo in with him.  He bent the cop
over the remains of an old bench set and spit into his hand.  He worked the
wet fingers into Bo's eager hole.  Another glob of spit lubed his already
precum slick cock as he pressed the probe against the cop.

"Please, fuck me sir."  Bo pleaded in desperation.  Kenny gave his hips a
thrust forward and popped the big mushroom head past Bo's sphincter.  Bo
winced then pushed back.  Kenny's dick was buried before he could make
another move.  Kenny pushed the shirt up and over Bo's head to pull it off
the dripping man.  He ran his hands over the wet broad back and began
bucking his hips against his cop pig.  Bo was reduced to grunts, groans and
some noises Kenny couldn't describe later.  He slammed harder and harder
into the bodybuilder cop and finally tensed.  He pulled out and let a heavy
load of cream shoot against the side of the van.  Bo straightened up,
furiously jacking his dick and sent a load across the bench.  Bo fell
against the side of the van looking around in terror.

"Omigod, what've I done?  I just had sex in a police vehicle.  His eyes
were pictures of fear.  Kenny rubbed the big beefy thighs.

"Hey buddy, don't worry.  There's no one ever here this late."  Bo seemed
calmer and relaxed as Kenny leaned over to kiss him.  "I just gotta hope I
can keep this beast running."

"You're assigning this beast to someone?  For heaven sakes who?"

"Earl."  Bo's mouth dropped open and then spread into an evil grin.  Kenny
just smiled innocently.  "Bo, uh, can I ask you a question?"

"Sure?"

"You're married, and, well, you obviously enjoy sex with other men.  And
you're a cop.  What are you going to do?"

Bo pulled his shirt back together and slumped against the bench seat.  "I
don't know, I need to do some real heavy thinking.  Why?"

"Well, I really like what we just did, the whole sex and uniform thing is
hot to me.  But, I also enjoy the little chats we have always had and like
having you as a buddy.  I want to know what it would be like to spend the
night with you, shower with you, just have dinner with you."

"I'm not in an easy place where I can do those things."  Bo leaned forward
and kissed Kenny lightly.  Their eyes locked again.  The kiss got deeper.

Art had been waiting on the steps in front of Al's building when he got
home from the gym.  The black Ranger pick-up sat at the curb.

"Hey, you got your truck back.  That was pretty fast."

"Not exactly, the insurance company totaled my wrecked truck.  This is a
new one.  How ya doin?"

"Good. What brings you over tonight?"

"Well, I thought we needed to talk.  Can we go inside?'

"Sure."  Al threw his gymbag over his shoulder and led the way into his
apartment.  He tossed the bag into the bedroom and headed for the kitchen.
He offered a beer to Art who declined.  "So, wassup?"

"Last week we talked about Memorial Day weekend and IML or Florida."

"Right."

"I decided to go to Florida, alone."  Al took a big sip of his beer and
braced for the brush-off. "I really like you a lot Al, but I don't think we
have a future in a relationship.  I mean, heaven knows you are one of the
hottest men I've dated in a long time and the sex is pretty terrific.  I'm
not as into the leather stuff as you are and, well, to be honest, I think
you're in love with someone else.  And maybe don't know how to tell the
guy."

Al put his beer on the table and sat down.  His shoulders dropped and a
very deep sigh escaped from his chest.  "You're right Art.  There is
someone else and I don't know how to tell him.  Hell, I've never even had
sex of any kind with him.  I don't even know for sure if he is gay, how's
that for a strange relationship?"

Art sat at the table across from the big man. "I want us to be friends and
go out and do things together but, I just get the feeling that you need to
deal with this scenario soon or it will tear you apart.  For us to try to
put together a relationship would not be a good idea, we wouldn't be able
to even be friends in the long run and I really do want that much.  Is
there any way I can help with this?  I think you have a lot to offer
someone and you don't deserve to be alone."

"Neither do you."

"Thanks, but I'd rather wait for Mr. Right rather than screw up a good
friendship with someone I truly admire.  Friends, good friends, are not
always easy to find and keep either.  So, who is this man?"

"My partner.  Now," Al jumped up and held out his hands, "I know, it's all
one sided.  Like I said, I don't even think he has a gay clue.  But I can't
help thinking about him and he says or does things that make me feel that,
well, he is struggling too."

"He's married, Al."

"Yeah, but that's not working, except if she ends up pregnant, then that
will complicate things."

"She might be pregnant?"

Al flopped back down in the chair and sucked down the rest of his beer.  "I
know, I know.  I got a real bad case of unrequited love.  But look."  He
gets up and pulls a bunch of papers from a desk drawer.  Art shuffles
through the sheets of print and hands them back.

"You know what you have to do?  And now, I mean."  Al shakes his head and
straightens the papers.  Art walks across the kitchen and hugs the big cop.
He kisses him on the cheek.  "I'm going to hold you to the friendship
thing, really."  Al hugs him and holds him for a minute.

"Works for me.  I may need a shoulder to lean on."

"Then you better give me a call and let me know what happens.  I better go.
You have some thinking to do.  I hope it works out.  I'll talk with you in
the next couple of days, right?"

"Yeah.  Whether I'm right or wrong."  Art closed the apartment door behind
him as Al quietly stood in the middle of the apartment.

Jim and Linda ate dinner in more or less total silence.  Jim tried his
usual happy banter but she wasn't ready to forgive him.  He helped clean up
the kitchen and complimented her on dinner but nothing worked.  It only
made him more determined not to give in and constantly apologize again and
again.  They sat and watched a bit of TV when she announced she was going
upstairs to read.  He went upstairs shortly thereafter himself and flopped
dejectedly in front of the computer.

He browsed through the usual garbage and finally opened his mailbox. Not
much exciting today as he scrolled through the ton of spam he got for being
in a chatroom.  Finally, what he wanted.  And it was dated today.  Click.

"Hey buddy, hope all is well and that the beginning of your work week went
well.  Mine was pretty uneventful, same old, same old."  The note went on
to describe his workout with this beefy new guy at work who is an excellent
workout partner.  He had been at work late and didn't get to workout with
his usual partner, his work partner.  But the guy didn't seem too upset.

"Well, I did it.  I went to the duty Sargent and sat down to ask about
switching partners."  Jim froze.  He didn't think this would happen, they
had just celebrated five years together.  Five years of hot and cold
weather, rain, mud, Earl's car.  Not to be partners anymore.  He felt hurt
and betrayed.  He felt like he was going to cry.

"I didn't do it.  I did end up with some overtime for both of us, which
will wear us down, but help the checkbook.  Five years.  This man has been
my good friend for five years.  He's helped me grow and mature.  Helped me
quit being such a loner at work and taught me it's fun to be with these
guys.  He's bombarded me with endless bad puns.  Told me silly jokes that I
still don't get but I laugh cause it makes him happy.  Shared his life with
his goofy wife with me. I know more about him than I have ever known about
anyone else in my life, except maybe my brother.

We've had some pretty bad meals together, some really good ones, and more
than our share of food that is not on our training diet.  I'd like to think
I've taught him to be a better cop and be, well, I don't know.  He's given
me so much more than I've given him.  I couldn't stand to be at work
without him, not right now anyway.  Maybe in the next five years, who
knows, our careers may take us in different directions.  But I want us to
go those different directions together.  He means an awful lot to me.
Suppose I should tell him huh?  Before we both die in the fumes of one of
Earl's deathtrap cars.  Telling him is the right thing, isn't it?  God, I
hope so.

I love you Jim,
Al"

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