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