Beyond the Blue

Beyond the Blue, part 18 by lennoxbear@aol.com

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

Kenny paced back and forth past the duty desk as Ron finished paperwork and signed out for the day. He had spent the day feeling confused and very torn up inside. Bo hadn't come by in the morning to sign out a vehicle. Steve had come in and told him that Bo had called off but couldn't tell him much more. No phone calls all day. Kenny knew he couldn't call Bo's house and leave a message that his wife might intercept, so he spent the day working on battered police vehicles and cleaning the garage. The worst-case scenarios passed through his mind all day. By four, the place was spotless. He sidled up to Ron as the man headed for the door.

"Hey Kenny, how goes it?" Kenny smiled as easily as he could. He had never had these feelings before to this intensity about someone and not hearing from Bo was tearing him up.

"Good Ron, good, busy. You know how the guys treat these vehicles. Keeps us on our toes. Lots of call offs today. I didn't see Bo, Earl or Dirt."

"Yeah, a lot of call offs, at least for us. Actually, Earl is in the hospital. Guess it's OK to tell people now, since it will be out soon anyway. He has cancer and it's been getting worse, doesn't look good."

"Shit, I knew he didn't look good but he never complained."

"Nope, he doesn't. A good man, despite the, uh, problem, which is related to his cancer."

"Sorry to hear that. You going to let us know where he is, I think some of us should visit. Bo OK? Steve didn't say much."

"Uh, he's got some problems at home I guess, don't know much more. He didn't call you eh?"

Kenny smiled and laughed. "No, why would he call me of all people?" Ron walked across the parking lot and leaned against his truck. He scratched the shadow of beard on his face and smiled.

"You can relax Kenny. I know about you two, it's OK with me. Look, I don't know what is happening at home, but I am sure he's going to call, just give him some time. Go to the gym and pump. It'll take your mind off of things."

Kenny just stared in amazement. His mouth dropped open and he stood on the spot stammering. "I don't know what to say. I guess we didn't do a very good job keeping things a secret." Ron unlocked his truck door and put one leg inside.

"If two people are playing around and having sex, people don't always notice. But when two people have a change in how they act and behave together, and how they look at each other, I notice. You two may have started out playing around and having fun, but it's gone past that point now hasn't it?"

Kenny looked at the ground and then back up at Ron. "Yeah it has. Is it that obvious?"

"Yep. Hey, you didn't ask about Dirt?" Kenny straightened up a bit and tilted his head.

"Well, ya know, Dirt doesn't say a whole lot. No matter how pleasant I try to be or how much small talk we try to make, he doesn't communicate very well. I guess he just never warmed up to my charms."

"Yeah right. I can't figure him out very well either. Keep hoping he'll take early retirement and save us all some confusion. Something about him I can't quite pin down. We have a new guy transferring in next week to help where we are short-staffed, let's hope he's normal. Hey, you have a good evening and try not to let this thing with Bo worry you. He'll need some time but he's not going away."

"Thanks, Ron, I feel better that I don't have to hide around you. And thanks for your honesty. You have a good night." Kenny watched Ron drive off as he walked to his car. He headed for the gym just as Al and Jim drove off. Steve was still inside finishing up a few sets. He looked at Kenny's face and knew inside the man was in torment. He waited until Kenny came back upstairs to workout and then approached.

"Hey bud, how was your day?" Kenny kept working out as he summed up his day. He commented on all the guys calling off. Started to ask about Bo but backed off. "Yeah, Bo has some things at home to work through. He came home from that conference you guys were on and found an empty house. Everything go OK at the, uh, conference?" Kenny looked at Steve dumbfounded, so much for any secrecy.

"The weekend went very well, thank you. I didn't know what had happened with Bo, and I am concerned."

Steve smiled and punched Kenny's thick delt. "I know you are, patience isn't easy. I'm going to run a few miles, I'll catch up with you before you leave, OK?"

"Yeah, thanks." Steve headed outdoors to run as Kenny pumped.

Ron thought about all the events going on in his little precinct and laughed in amazement. Times were changing quickly and he wasn't sure his men could keep up with the changes. Whoever had sent those letters couldn't cope, that was clear. It was also clear in Ron's mind it was someone from inside or who had access to the offices. He had the videotape from the closed circuit TV in his bag and was going to review it at home. Ron genuinely cared about these men and hoped everything would work out quickly. The younger guys had a whole new perspective on life and work and the adjustment was challenging and interesting to him. They kept him young. The older guys weren't adjusting well at all, so much for change.

He cruised through the city streets in no hurry to get home. As he turned a corner, he came across a small group of people gathered around a building. It was a series of garages, which was not uncommon in this area. People rented them all the time for their vehicles or storage. There didn't seem to be any mayhem but curiosity got the better of him. He parked his truck and walked back. The area was familiar to him as one he drove through all the time, usually following Al home on his motorcycle. As he sauntered down the sidewalk, he was certain it was the street and set of garages Al used. He stopped and stared as his blood ran cold.

Scrawled across the garage door in large red letters, "Die faggot." Well, the spelling had improved.

Linda walked out of the back bedroom and froze in her tracks. She hadn't expected Jim to track her down this easily and had been preparing a letter to him on Janet's computer.

"Oh, you're here." Linda she looked around the room nervously as if for a place to hide but it was too late.

"Uh, well, yeah. Did you not expect me to look for you?" Jim took deep breaths to control his emotions.

"I was just writing a letter to you. I'm sorry, this has all happened so fast." She folded and refolded the letter in her hands.

"Really, I would think moving like that, out of nowhere when I am gone, would take some coordination." Al hit Jim in the back to get him to calm down.

She sat down on the sofa and sighed. "I know honey but I didn't know and wasn't sure what I was feeling. I thought being pregnant might change that."

"Change what?"

"My love and feelings for Janet." Jim blinked and Al choked.

Al looked at Janet. "You're lovers? The two of you? Lesbian?" Janet sat next to Linda and shook her head yes. "When did this happen? Does Bo know? You're lovers?"

"They already said that much." Jim sat in a chair and took several moments to think. "So what about the baby? And our marriage and our house? I have so many questions and I'm not sure I understand how this happened."

"Well, the baby is yours." Jim's eyes opened wide. The possibility that it might not be had never entered his mind. "Janet and I are going to be busy with her two children we aren't sure we can handle another child."

Al looked at Jim's face. "So what are you going to do about it?" He looked at her stomach and blushed.

"Oh, I'm going to have the baby, but I expect Jim to raise the child." Al looked from Jim to his wife and back. "And the child needs a home, so you keep the house. I am establishing my life with Janet here."

Jim couldn't speak. He sat on the chair and moved his mouth but nothing came out. Al took a deep breath and walked back across the room to a window. "Well, that's a first. You shut him up."

"Oh, Jim, I'm so sorry. I didn't want this to happen like this but our life together isn't right. Jim stammered back to reality.

"Right. Right? Our life together wouldn't work out since you feel this way. Wouldn't be right. No." Janet looked at him cautiously.

"You're all right with this?"

"Yes. Yes I am. I know that you're both safe now and can relax. If this is the way it is meant to be, then who am I to stand in the way." Al stood at the window looking from person to person. He opened his mouth to say something but couldn't quite figure out how to put it into words.

"Then can we get together and work out the details with our lawyer soon?"

"Yes. Yes we can." Al pointed back and forth, but still no words. Janet looked at him and got up to take his arm.

"Al, they seem to be OK with this, don't rock the boat." He looked at her with his mouth still open. Linda got up to hug Jim. They agreed to make an appointment and begin divorce proceedings and work out details over the baby. Jim walked toward the door to leave and motioned toward Al. Al kept pointing back and forth. Jim pushed him out the door. Janet stopped Jim. "Don't tell Bo, please. I have to do that."

Jim turned and smiled. "Oh we wouldn't think of saying anything or interfering." He kissed Linda lightly on the forehead and pushed Al toward the door. Outside he hurried Al toward the truck and climbed in.

"Did what I think just happened, really happen?" Al sat behind the wheel in shock. Jim leaned across the seat, grabbed him by the back of the neck and crushed their lips together.

Steve sat in the sauna and dripped more sweat, as if he hadn't done enough on his run. Kenny came in and sat down next to him but not before Steve noticed his ample dick and smiled to himself. Now he knew why Bo was so happy. Kenny took a deep breath and stretched his legs.

"So. What's going on with Bo?"

"Well, last I talked with him, late this afternoon, Jim and Al thought they knew where his wife was and they were on their way over there after the gym to confront Jim's wife."

"Jim's wife?"

"Yeah, they think she might be sharing a place with Bo's wife. Seems that both women moved out of their homes over the weekend while you boys were at that, uh, conference." Steve looked straight at Kenny's eyes when he said that. Unfortunately, Marsh and Jack walked in at that time and heard part of this conversation. Steve groaned internally and rolled his eyes.

"Hey, big brother, don't roll your eyes at me that way. How's it hang... oh my." Marsh got sight of Kenny's big prick and sat down across from him.

"Kenny this is my brother, Marsh and his buddy, Jack." Kenny waved nervously across the room.

"Yeah, I recognize them from around the gym, nice to meet ya."

"So, what conference did you guys go to that made two wives move out?" Marsh felt Jack's flat hand slap him on the butt and he blinked. "What?"

Jack stared at him indignantly. Steve placed a hand on Kenny's arm who was about to bolt from the sauna.

"Kenny, it's OK. I know the whole story and these guys know what's going on with Jim and Al, so it's only a matter of time before they figure out the rest. Believe me, better to have Marsh on your side at the beginning rather than augmenting the story second-hand." Kenny let out a shakey low sigh. Marsh snorted indignantly.

"Oh, god, I've ruined a man's life."

Jack leaned over toward Kenny and pointed a finger. "Now, you don't know that, all we heard was that two women moved out over the weekend."

"But, I'm fooling around with a married man and his wife probably found out and will ruin his life and they have kids and a home. Shit"

Steve felt a twinge of emotion for Kenny and worked to hold back any more emotion. "From what I can figure, Bo went into all of this willingly. You don't know what is happening with his wife, so there is no reason to beat yourself up over the whole situation. You need to wait until you hear from Bo. I know it can't be easy but somehow you need to calm yourself and try to be patient." Marsh and Jack sat back and agreed.

"No sense getting yourself all worked up over something if you don't have the facts." Kenny leaned back against the sauna wall again and absently adjusted his dick. Marsh and Jack looked at each other and gulped.

Steve scowled at the two of them and hit Kenny on the triceps. "Hey why don't we shower and grab a quick dinner someplace. Keep your mind occupied for awhile." Marsh was about to suggest something else but Steve shot him a look to shut up.

"Yeah, you're right. OK, I'm going to hit the showers, see ya in the locker room. Nice to meet you guys, thanks for your input." He got up and walked out of the shower as the two men watched the long prick swing from side to side. Steve got up and swung at them.

"Stop it you two, the man needs support not a quick fuck."

"Who said it would be quick? And besides, you have no place to talk from what I am seeing." Steve looked down at his half hard cock and felt his face go red.

"You know what I mean." He laughed in spite of his cock and left the two men to amuse themselves.

Bo stood outside the apartment building and stared at his wife's car. His heart was pounding as his mind raced. Every negative thing about their lives together rushed through his mind. He had gone through every scenario in his mind all day on how she could possibly have found out about his fooling around with Kenny. Even though things were going to end, he didn't want it to be down and dirty. Now he wasn't sure what to expect. He plodded up the steps and looked at the directory. His wife's name was penciled on a button. There was a long pause then a woman answered. He looked at the intercom and opened his mouth.

Linda?" A rush of activity came over the speaker and suddenly he heard his wife.

"BO?" He stood on the doorstep and looked around for confirmation of where he was.

"Janet?" The door buzzed and he entered the lobby. He found the door and stood outside as it slowly opened. "Hi. Uh, I, well, I don't know what to say." She motioned him in and he stood inside among boxes and a partially organized living room. He recognized furniture from both his and Jim's house. He stood in the small entry area, a big, beefy hunk of confused muscle.

"Bo, I know you deserve better than the silly message I left but I didn't want to make it a mean Dear John letter. I do love you but I want to live my life another way." She looked up at the big man's dark intense eyes as he struggled to understand.

"There's another man?"

"No, that would be me." He turned to see Linda walk from the back of the apartment.

"What?"

Janet took his arm and steered him toward the sofa to sit down. "Bo, there isn't another man. There's a woman."

"There is? Linda?" He looked from one to the other. "You're together? Like a couple? Lesbian?"

"Yes, Bo." She went on to explain how their friendship and love developed over the last year and how they fought over whether or not it was the right thing to do. Then, when this conference came up and Bo and Jim were away at the same time, they realized the time was now or never. They wanted to live their lives together as two women in love.

"Linda?'

"I think I'm about to be offended." Linda looked at Bo with an accusatory stare. Bo sat bolt upright.

"No, no. Not what I meant. But, I've been beating myself up all day thinking there was another man or that you had, oh, never mind, it doesn't matter what I was thinking. I was totally wrong. But what about the kids? You're mother can't raise them."

"No, she can't. Linda and I will, if that is OK with you. I have no intention of cutting you out of their lives, I know how much you love them and if you want to take this to court over custody, you have every right."

"I think they should be with their mother." Janet looked at Bo with a cautious feeling. "I'm just the type of guy who knows he couldn't raise children on his own. I mean, it would be different if you were dead...."

"Bo!"

"No, I mean, I would probably meet another woman if you, oh, but, see, I don't think being a single father, oh good grief. I'm making this worse. Aren't I? I'm just a bit confused, when this all happened, I don't understand how I missed it."

"We were very careful and, besides, we didn't realize what was transpiring until a few months ago ourselves. We just decided that we wanted to live our lives as two women in love. Is that so wrong?"

'No! No, not at all. If it's what you want, I guess I am OK, with it, I mean who am I to stand in the way?"

"Wow, I must say, I am amazed by you guys." Linda got up to go to the kitchen as she said this and Bo looked more confused.

"Jim and Al were here earlier and Jim handled it very well but Al, poor dear, seemed very confused. Just kept stuttering and pointing."

"They were here together?"

"Yes. Seems like they're always together anymore. And we were afraid people would talk about us. They better get a life or people will think they're gay." Linda and Janet laughed hysterically over their joke as Bo sat nervously on the edge of the sofa.

"Yeah, uh, right. Well, I guess we have a lot to talk about. I am a bit surprised that you didn't want the house.

"Oh, I've decided that maybe I do, but maybe we need to sell it outright so we can buy another."

"But the kids like that place."

"They'll adapt." Bo got up to leave feeling a bit overwhelmed by the change in events and feeling even more overwhelmed with guilt for not speaking up about being gay. He figured he needed to keep under covers until some things fell into place.

Janet hugged him at the door. "Look, Bo, let's not do anything until next week. We need to give ourselves some time to plan things through." He agreed and headed for the front door. He stopped on the front steps and held his head. Things were not at all what he thought they would be. They were even sillier. He jumped in his truck and roared down the street. A few blocks later he parked the big beast in the first space he found to accommodate it. As he walked down the sidewalk he thought about his future as a divorced gay man.

Kenny thanked Steve for dinner and the opportunity to talk things through. The dinner was not without tense moments. Their knees kept touching under the table and Steve was more than a good-looking man. Kenny wanted to be in Bo's arms right now but if he couldn't be with Bo, well then. Part of him felt relaxed knowing that he didn't have to hide in front of everyone anymore, especially people at work that mattered to him. But, part of him was still very nervous about Bo and what was happening with his wife. He couldn't admit to Steve that he was upset and terrified about Bo suddenly no longer being part of his life. They had just had a weekend together that proved his feelings for Bo were more than just sex. He had been on his own too long and liked having one man around which to center his life. What he would do if Bo pulled away was scary.

As he walked the five blocks from the restaurant to his apartment, his stomach once again began doing flip-flops. Without Steve there to give him verbal reassurance, he found himself thinking of his life alone. The figure of a man on the front steps of his building caught his eye as he rounded the corner. His pace quickened as the tall thick figure became clearer. Bo stood up and walked toward him. He couldn't tell what to expect from the look on Bo's face. They met about 50 feet from the door to his building. Bo grabbed Kenny by the waist and pulled them together. His right hand came up and cradled Kenny's head as the two men kissed in the middle of the street, in front of everyone coming and going for the evening.

Bo's big arms held Kenny tightly. His hands moved up and down the hard taut body. Their tongues wrestled back and forth as they lost themselves in the kiss. They broke the long kiss to breathe and Kenny held the beefy black man tightly. "I don't know if I've said this but I love you and I want us to be together.

"So do I." Other men on the street stopped to applaud as the two men continued to embrace totally unaware of the scene they were causing.

Jim ignored Al's questions as he drove them to his house. Al asked what he was doing. He had left his bike at work. Weren't they going to pick it up? Jim paid no attention and kept driving. He squealed to a halt in his own driveway and jumped from the truck. He ran around to the passenger side and threw open the door. Al looked at him with distrust. Jim yanked Al from the truck by his belt and bent over to throw the beefy load over his shoulder. Somehow he managed to open the front door and carry the man inside the house. Fuck the neighbors and whatever they might see.

Al laughed, "Jim, what are you doing?" Jim dropped him in the living room and pulled the T-shirt from his massive upper body. "Jeez, fucker, calm down."

"No, this is going to be our home together. And right now I can't think of anyone I would rather be with." He stripped off his clothes and started pulling at Al's jeans and shoes. As soon as Al was naked Jim pushed him up the stairs into the bedroom and sent him sprawling across the bed. Jim held him by his ankles and slowly climbed up Al's thick muscular body, kissing and licking along the slow journey. He lay on Al's chest as the big man moaned. "I've never, ever, felt about anyone, the way I feel about you. These last few weeks, you are the only thing on my mind. Al, I love you and I want us to be together, here, making a life as a couple."

Before Al could answer, Jim pressed his lips against the big man's full thick mouth and rubbed his unshaven cheek against another unshaven cheek. The killer arms squeezed Jim's back until Jim felt his breath would give out. Jim squirmed free and fought to pin Al's arms back. He knew the big man let him win as Jim pressed his wrists into the mattress. "You know we have to tell your wife at some point?" Jim mumbled yes as he munched on the big tits. "And if we live together, everyone we know is going to think it. That we're gay."

"They won't have to think it if we tell them first. I don't care what they think. You are my life and focus. I can't hide how I feel. I don't care if I lose my job. I love you dammit." Al looked at the depth of emotion in Jim's deep blue eyes and felt his soul join Jim's.

"I love you too. I guess I have almost from the time you became my partner. Why did it take five years to feel this good?"

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