Beyond the Blue, part 19 by lennoxbear@aol.com
The following is an erotic story involving gay relationships and male to male sex. If such offends you, leave.
Kenny woke up amidst a tangle of arms and legs, Bo's. The alarm clock was just out of reach and he struggled to grab it and turn it off. As he strained to just reach the clock, Bo stirred and moved to suck down Kenny's morning hard on.
"Uh, I have to pee." Kenny struggled to get away from the bigger man but was laughing too hard at the tickling Bo was giving his cock and balls with his tongue. "Stop it."
"Too bad."
"No, I really have to pee." Bo pinned Kenny to the mattress as he straddled the big dick.
"This puppy is rock hard and super huge, just right to fuck me." Bo aimed the throbbing dick at his hot butt and pushed downward. Kenny's big dick disappeared in the black cop's hungry ass. "Oh man, that's good."
"I'm not sure I can get off this way. Good grief you're hot, like you have a fever." Bo slid up and down on the enormous rod, pushing down hard to make Kenny's balls grind against his butt. He let go of the mechanic's thick arms and began giving some attention to the erect nipples. Kenny groaned and thrust his hips up to drive deeper into the beefy cop. "Mmmm, this is great. A hot man in my bed first thing in the morning is demanding to be fucked. Ow, watch the tits. You damn near chewed them off last night. Hmm, which reminds me." Kenny reached up and twisted the bronze beauties on the bouncing pecs. Bo threw his back and growled.
"Jack my dick buddy, I'm gonna blow." Kenny managed to keep his left hand alternating between the two hard nips while stroking Bo's cock with his right. He felt Bo tense as thick ropes of cum shot out and coated Kenny's chest. Bo rubbed the hot load into the soft fur covering the hard pecs and felt Kenny arch his back up. He pushed the big cop high and filled the muscular butt with another load of cream. They collapsed in a sweaty heap as Bo suddenly realized they had to get ready for work. He rolled from the bed, Kenny's big dick making a loud sucking sound as it freed itself from the muscle butt. "I grabbed a change of clothes but they are still in my truck. You hit the shower while I run out to get them." He looked around the room and found his shoes
"I have to pee."
"You already said that, so go pee." Kenny stumbled to the bathroom as Bo tied his shoes and grabbed a pair of Kenny's gym shorts lying on a chair. They were what most people would have considered too small but Kenny licked his lips at the site of the hot butt and oversized cock jammed into the skintight spandex.
"Oh cripes, it's getting hard again." Bo went running out the front door to his truck. He startled two early morning joggers who stared at the intensely sexy man. Kenny was in the shower when Bo entered to shave.
"Well, if we're going to live together I guess we'll have to get better at timing all of this." He heard the sound of the bar of soap hitting the floor.
"Live together?"
Jim and Al were finishing a shower and morning fuck as Jim's phone rang. Jim grabbed a towel and ran for the phone. Al watched the big dick flop as Jim searched frantically for the cordless phone. They had set the alarm clock early enough to allow them time to fuck again for the sixth time in about seven hours and to give them time to stop at Al's apartment to get him some clothes. Jim tossed the phone at Al as he attempted to dry his stiffening dick. "It's Ron, for you."
"Hey Ron what's up? No, I, uh, didn't get home last night why? Stop it with the teasing. Well, if you must know, Jim fucked me all night. What? My garage? Are you sure? OK. Yeah, we're going to stop on the way in to work. Yeah, go ahead and pull the paperwork together and I'll sign it when I get there. Thanks, later." Al tossed the phone back to Jim as he pulled on his jeans and shoes.
"You told him that we fucked all night?" Jim's face went pale in fear.
"He guessed that much. He called because he was driving home last night and found my garage had been vandalized, probably the same person sending the letters in the mail." Jim finished pulling on a T-shirt and stared back at Al.
"That's getting a little close to your person. Think they broke into your apartment?"
"We'll know soon enough, come on let's move." Jim followed the shirtless man out to the driveway. The big thick shoulders flexed as he moved. Every muscle popped into view. Jim let out a deep sigh as he climbed into the truck. "What's wrong?"
"Oh nothing, I'm just hard again."
"I don't think we have time buddy, it'll have to wait." Al squeezed Jim's thick thigh and felt Jim tense.
"Well, we don't have to worry about that anymore." Al laughed as Jim drove off down the street pulling at the front of his jeans.
"What's going to happen when we live together?" Jim's face went blank.
"One of us is going to be very sore, and it ain't going to be me bud, live together? Oh man do we have a lot to talk about."
Art let out a long deep breath as Sonny's hard cock slid back into his now more than willing butt. They had spent the night at Art's apartment in the throes of all out sex. Almost. Sonny had fucked Art three times and Art managed to fuck Sonny once. But beyond the hot sex and passion for each other's bodies, they felt a closeness and bond that kept them talking away most of the night. The two men would sleep a bit after a round of sex then wake up and talk which led to deep kissing and then hot cocks down throats and up butts.
Art had managed to leave a message at work at 6 AM when he got up to pee. He was in no shape to work. His butt was reamed out but good and his having to sit at a desk and face a keyboard all day would kill him. He raised his butt a bit as Sonny slowly drove his thick cock up the hot ass all the way to its immense base. Art knew from watching the basket in Sonny's suit and then the display at the gym that it was one formidable weapon. He just didn't realize it wasn't at full power until Sonny got really revved up. At six foot something, everything was in proportion on Sonny's body except his dick. It was super-sized. The wide, broad shoulders gave way to massive, lightly, fur-covered pecs that hung over sharply defined abs and a small, very small sexy waist. The flair of the butt and thighs made the man look very graceful. It was the dick that may have been a bit too large in proportion to the rest of the man, but Art wasn't complaining. Sonny braced his arms on either side of Art's head. His thick triceps popped into deep relief as he sensuously, slowly fucked Art's hard square butt.
Art ran his hands up the thick furry forearms and held onto the deep muscle as he felt his ass being split again for the fourth time. Sonny's dick had Art moaning, his eyes were closed and his tongue licking at the big man's fingers pressed into the mattress for support. The big dick slowly moved in and out of Art's muscle butt. It was the kind of slow sensual fuck that Art loved to give to men. This man had converted him to a begging bottom in a manner of hours. He couldn't imagine being exclusively top again. Then his mind cleared as he realized the big dick up his ass didn't live in this city. Shit.
Sonny was increasing speed and Art could feel the big low hangers bouncing off his own crushed balls. He pushed back and up to give the battering ram deeper access and felt the sharp pain of pleasure as the fist sized cock head hit his hot spots. Sonny craned his neck to kiss Art as he increased speed and tempo again. The two men were in an all out sweat as their bodies moved to the deep pleasure they were experiencing. Art felt the growl building inside of Sonny before it became audible. The man was fighting off cumming. Art clenched his butt.
"Oh shit." Sonny slammed the beefy butt several more times, then spasmed as his cock rocketed loads of cum deep inside Art's hot ass. Art lay underneath him whimpering. "You OK?" Art nodded his head yes as Sonny's full weight relaxed on top of him. They lay like that for several minutes until the big dick plopped out of it's warm space.
"I realized in the middle of all that that you don't live here. I could get very used to this."
"Well, I have a meeting in my office at 10 then lunch with Eric again. Wish me luck, maybe he'll make me an offer." Art rolled back to his side to reveal a large sticky wet spot under him. "Uh, we really did make a mess of these sheets, sorry."
"Don't be, my pleasure. You want to grab breakfast on the way back to your hotel?"
"Yeah, let's hit the shower." Sonny pulled Art from the bed and carried him to the bathroom. He plopped the man down in the stall and adjusted the temperature of the water. Art's mind spun at the thought of that big dick up his ass again so soon but that wasn't the case to be. Sonny sensuously lathered and washed Art's lean muscular body, soaping, rinsing and kissing as he moved along. Art's body was tingling from the slippery wet sensations over his muscles. He had never experienced a shower with another man that was quite so exhilarating. Their hard cocks smacked against each other as the two men moved in the small confined space. Art worked to return the sexual high as he began lathering Sonny's immense frame. The big man, although not always gentle in sex, had a deep soft side. Art felt his needs returning the touch as he worked the soap into the hard muscles.
Unable to control his desire anymore he sank to his knees and swallowed the long thick shaft to the base. As he cupped the big balls he felt Sonny's legs wobble and another load of thick cream covered his face and moustache. The big man pulled him to his feet and licked his cum from the smiling face. As his tongue moved over the unshaven stubble, his hands worked the sore nipples. Art groaned and before Sonny could reach down to Art's painful hardon, a big wad of cum shot toward the shower wall. Sonny smiled and chuckled at how easily he could work Art's body.
Ron filled in the initial vandalism forms on Al's garage and put them aside. This whole hatred thing against Al's was eating him up inside. He hadn't been able to sleep well so he had returned to work early and made the call to Al from his desk. The phone began ringing at 6 AM. Dirt was calling off again. The man was going to have to have a damned good doctor's excuse for this one. Bo called to say he world be in but may be a few minutes late. Janet called to leave a message for Bo. He pondered the unfolding of events in his group of men and wondered how all of the sexual antics would unfold and effect the other men. Steve came through the door at 6:30.
"Hey, you don't exactly look like sunshine his morning. Feeling OK?" Steve leaned against the counter with one lean muscular arm and rubbed his short hair with the other. He was dressed in black denim shorts and a t-shirt that showed off all the hours of hard work in the gym. It also showed one ample basket.
"I didn't sleep well, too much tossing and turning, alone." Steve moved an arm and ran his hand over a large firm pec. The nipples stood out large and erect in the cold air-conditioned office. Ron's face went blank as he stumbled for a response. "Yeah, I know. My problem not yours." Steve's big shoulders dropped with a large sigh as he headed for the locker room. Ron watched the wide shoulders and square butt disappear around a corner. He bit his lip over the thought that maybe Steve hadn't quite decided his own sexual orientation. Wendy from dispatch dropped the morning vehicle forms on his desk as she tripped over a chair.
Ron chuckled. "Not had enough caffeine yet this morning." Wendy's face went red as she straightened the forms for Ron. She was a young attractive dark-haired woman. Her shyness belayed her work in a police office.
"Wasn't quite watching where I was going, sorry." She glanced around and her eyes stopped on the locker room door as it swung shut. Ron looked over at the door and smiled.
"You know, he's a really nice guy, just a bit shy." Wendy's face went another shade darker.
"OH, no, I, don't think. It's obvious is it?" Ron shook his head and smiled. "He hardly talks when he's around me. And I'm always at a loss for words."
"You talk to me."
"You're like my father."
"Oh, gee, thanks." Ron got up to get another cup of coffee and pretended to be hurt.
"No, no. I meant that to be a compliment. Guess I'm going to have to be the one to speak up."
Ron waved her over to the coffee pot and filled her cup. "There's a lot going on with his buddies right now. He has a lot on his mind. Ask him how he's doing and segue into things that way. We can all use another friend." She smiled and thanked him as she walked back to her office.
Al and Jim stood in front of Al's garage and surveyed the large red lettering. Neighbours passing by expressed their regrets and wished Al luck in finding the person who was doing this. Al examined the immediate area for any clues or empty spray paint cans but found nothing. He began walking toward his apartment. Jim jogged up to him.
"Are you OK?"
"I don't know. I probably should be angrier but right now I'm not. Or maybe I should be more worried but I'm not. I've been bashed, so it's the old, been there done that, bought the T-shirt, but not exactly. I don't know why I'm not more on edge."
"Do you think they broke into your apartment?"
"I doubt it, there's an alarm, someone would have tracked me down. It would have happened in the middle of having that big dick up my ass." Al stood outside his door and slid the key into the lock. Both men took a deep breath as he opened the door slowly. Nothing. The apartment was fine, just as Al had left it. He gathered some things for the gym later, checked his answering machine and stopped at the computer. He sat at the keyboard and woke up the mouse. His AOL screen name came up with the familiar "You've Got Mail." Al scrolled through the usual garbage and email from buddies.
"Uh, who are all these buddies?" Jim poked him in the side.
"Just buddies, friends with whom I chat. Don't worry, you're the only one dicking me right now. Hmmm, bingo." He clicked on the message and up popped another hate filled angry note in red. "Well, whoever it is, is colour-coded."
"Print it out. There has to be a way of tracking the owner of this mailbox down and finding him."
"Or her." Jim looked at Al and slowly nodded in agreement. "We better get moving bucco." The two men hurried out to Jim's truck and off to work. They pulled to an abrupt halt in the parking lot and headed for the login desk. Al stopped outside the door. "Look." Al's bike sat where they had left it the night before in the private police lot. It now had two flat tires. Both had been punctured with a sharp object.
"Now, I'm angry. And worried, this is a secure lot."
"You think it's someone you know?'
"Or someone who came here pretending to be on official business. We better report this." They saw Bo's truck and Kenny's car parked next to each other and smiled. That seemed to be a good sign. The two men quickly changed and Jim joined the others in the dispatch room. Bo sat next to Steve who appeared to be in a slight funk. Bo on the other hand was beaming. Jim dropped into his usual chair and poked Bo.
"Wassup?" He motioned toward Steve and Bo just shrugged his shoulders.
"Not very talkative. You guys want to try to hook up for lunch at the diner today if we can, lots to tell you."
"I was going to ask you. Works for us, hopefully it will be a quiet morning." Al flopped into his chair with the forms he needed to complete. His flat bike tires added to it, as did the email. He waved the forms at Jim who just pushed them back at him knowing how much the big man hated paperwork. "Can't help you much with this buddy, you need to do it. I'll drive while you write. Hmm, maybe it will improve your handwriting." Jim laughed at his own joke while Al sat quietly in a mock glare. Bo bit his lip to keep from joining in on the joke. Steve just stared.
"I explained everything to Ron and he's going to process everything and have the bike checked out. More than likely there are not prints since you can puncture a tire and not really have to hold it." They listened through duty call, noting the address for Earl in the hospital. Within minutes Jim and Al were waving at the guys as they pulled away on patrol. Al began his task to complete the forms while Jim ran through questions out loud. Al finally hit his head against the window and threw a wadded up napkin at Jim.
"If you produce a candlestick and stop at the library, so help me I will hit you."
Ron sent through the work on Al's reports about the bike and studied what he had learned from the videotape. As he sat and watched the desktop monitor a large shadow moved across his desk. He looked up at the tall man standing in front of him and slowly a smile of recognition spread across his face.
"Well, I'll be...how the hell are you? We haven't seen you around here in years." The big man smiled amicably and extended his hand in a firm handshake. Ron looked at the big muscle-bound young man and whistled. "Wow, life has treated you well, what the hell are you benching now?"
"I get about 450 on a slow day. How are you Ron, it has been a long time, way too long, sorry."
"I'm good, getting by and closer to retirement but I don't let you young pups get the better of me. To what do we owe this honorable visit?"
"Well, I was hoping to track down my dad. I went past the apartment but he wasn't there of course, he's supposed to be at work."
"Oh, yeah, he called off. I don't know what's up there but I am a bit worried about him. Not been himself lately."
"Well, you would know better than me. He never talks to me. Mom is not doing well, her health is going downhill and I wanted to talked to him."
Ron looked up in surprise. "He's never mentioned it. I'm sorry to hear that, but it could explain why he seems to be so testy lately. Anything, we can do?"
"No, thanks. I'm here to take care of a few things and make some arrangements just in case. I left a message on his phone and sent him an email but if he checks in could you let him know I stopped by?"
"Sure thing and if I can do anything, please call me."
"Thanks, I appreciated that. Really. You were always a good friend. Look, I have an appointment so I better get moving. You take care." Ron looked at the again extended hand but put his arms around the young man in a tight hug instead.
"Seriously, if I can help, you call. You were always like a son to me."
"Thanks, buddy." Ron watched the big frame walk out the door and shook his head at the amount of muscle the man had put on in the years since he had seen him. He glanced at the forms and tape on his desk and let out a deep sigh.
Bo fumbled with the cell phone but finally got the call through to his wife. He was about to hang up when she answered out of breath.
"I don't even want to know what has you all out of breath." Steve groaned loudly.
"Not funny. I was just returning from a meeting with our lawyer and was struggling to get the key in the lock when you called."
"Where's Linda?"
"At work, where else would she be? Anyway, we decided last night we can't live with the kids in this cramped apartment so I changed my mind, I need the house. We would like to move everything back in next week, can you be out?"
"What? You expect me to move everything in a week?"
"It's not like you have a ton of furniture or anything, sell it." Bo sat silently as Steve stared at him. "It would be the best thing for the kids anyway."
"What about Linda's baby when it comes?"
"Not our problem, it's Jim's."
"What do you mean by that?"
"Exactly the way it sounds. She isn't keeping the baby, Jim is." Bo pulled the cruiser to the side of the road.
"She's going to let Jim raise a baby alone with only........"
"With only what?"
"Uh, with only nothing. He doesn't have anyone to help him." Steve watched wide-eyed as this story unfolded."
"He can do it. It's what they want. We need our house for our kids and us. Jim needs his house for himself and the baby, seems only fair."
"Except to me. I'll be homeless."
"Sponge off Al or Steve for awhile. I don't think either of them will mind."
"Steve doesn't want me living with him. And Al's place is too small."
"Well, work it out fast buddy, the lawyer expects this to happen real soon. Look, I have to get back to work. Start packing. We'll talk later." Bo heard the phone go dead and sat with his head back on the seat.
"You can live with me." Bo looked over at Steve who looked almost sheepish to have suggested it.
"I can't do that buddy. It would jeopardize our being partners. We'd be around each other too much."
"No, it's OK."
"Thanks, but I need to come up with a plan fast. What's wrong anyway? You've been in a funk all morning." Steve slumped in his seat and unloaded his feelings of being all alone. Even though Jim and Bo were heading for divorce, they had someone in their lives to help them through all of this. He felt like he didn't know which way to turn. "You're not alone. You have all of us as friends."
Steve shrugged. "Yeah, but none of you are sleeping with me." Bo studied the big man in the car next to him and realized Steve had been sitting there idly rubbing a large lump in his crotch. Bo placed his hand on Steve's meaty thigh.
"That's what this is all about, sex?" Steve looked back at Bo with a different more intense look as he unbuttoned his uniform shirt.
Jim and Al were finishing up a break in their usual hiding spot. They had managed to suck each other off. Al sat back to wipe the cum from his right cheek. Jim's fat cock lay across the top of his thigh. It was still thick and long.
"Man, that puppy doesn't want to go down. Should I drop my pants?" Al reached to pull his pants down over his dense, deeply cut thighs.
"No, you should pack your pants." Al was lost in lust as he played with Jim's hard nipples. "I want you to move in with me. I have plenty of room. The place has four bedrooms. The garage will hold your bike and truck. And I'll need help with the baby."
Al straightened up. "Oh, I don't know buddy. I don't think I'm very good with kids."
"Nonsense, you deal with me."
"True, that covers a lot of things that are kid-like but not a newborn. I'd be scared to death."
"What do you think I am going to be? Come on, I want you there, we can be the two daddies. I love you."
"Let's talk over lunch, something's coming through on the computer, zip that sausage up. Besides, remember, you have to be my daddy too." Jim rolled his eyes as Al laughed. The two oversized muscle hunks quickly fixed their uniforms and pulled back out onto the streets. They had only gone about a block when a shot ricocheted off the hood of the cruiser. Al spun the car to a stop and both men took cover. Another shot tore a chunk in a nearby sidewalk. Jim called for back up as they searched the industrial buildings around them. A third shot hit a telephone pole and the two men huddled on the opposite side of the car from which the shots came. Al got a shot off toward the building he thought might be the hiding place. Nothing. Jim put his hand on Al's thigh.
"I really do love you."
Al took a deep breath. "Yeah, yeah me too." He pulled Jim down behind the side of the car and kissed him. A siren in the distance cut through the silence to get their attention.
To be continued, comments, suggestions? Lennoxbear@aol.com