Beyond the Blue, part23 by lennoxbear@aol.com
The following is an erotic story involving gay relationships and male to male sex. If such offends you, leave.
Bo arrived home to find Janet and Linda packing his belongings. Granted he didn't have a lot to pack but the pile in the living room of the house shocked him.
"What, what are you doing?" The two women stopped in the middle of packing stereo equipment and stared at him.
"What does it look like, we're packing your stuff."
"But, I don't have any place to go, what do you expect me to do? What is this all about?"
"We told you we wanted the house and there is a lot to do with the baby coming. We need to get started."
"But the baby is still several months away, can't I have some time."
"No, we have too much to do to make this place right for two adults, two children and a baby." Bo's kids walked in carrying boxes of Bo's sports memorabilia. They both averted their eyes and apologized. Linda closed her eyes and sighed. The look on his face was heartbreaking.
"We can store some of the stuff in the garage and basement but we've dismantled the bed so you really don't have a place to sleep tonight. I'm sorry, Janet has her mind made up."
"You could have at the least called me." Janet walked back into the front hall and dropped a box of his clothes.
"I did call but you were out with your cop buddies doing whatever it is you do with them."
"Janet don't..." Linda put her hand on her arm. "The same applies to us." Give him a few days to get his stuff out and make arrangements."
"OK, but you better be making headway on something by the weekend. These are your clothes and bathroom things in these boxes." She turned and headed back upstairs.
"Thanks, Linda."
He stooped to pick up two boxes and turned toward the door. Linda had the kids help. "How are Al and Jim?"
"Al's coming along and Jim is almost his old self, which is a bit scary."
"Tell them I said hello and care." They finished helping Bo load his clothes and personal items into the truck. Linda hugged him before he left. "I don't know what has set her off but I'll work on her. She'll come back around."
Bo drove back to Kenny's cramped apartment and sat outside a few minutes fighting back emotions. He felt like he should cry from the hurt but was fighting off new anger at the same time. He stood outside the door and rang the buzzer. Kenny opened the door with a surprised look and wearing only a skimpy pair of shorts.
"I'm homeless, can you share a bed sir, please."
Eric stopped Sonny from touching any of the papers. "I don't think we should move anything. We need to call the police and get out of here. Whoever this stuff belongs to may come back and I, for one, don't want to be here."
"My Dad. This stuff belongs to my father. Oh god, what has he done? Oh Eric." Sonny turned to the big man with tears in his eyes. "I know we ain't exactly been a close family but he is my father and he's going after my friends. All because we're gay?"
"We don't have time to speculate. My place is on the other side of the lake. We need to get to a phone and get the police out here. They're better able to help your father than we are."
"I need to talk with him. Reason with him."
"From what I see here, he is most likely the one who shot at Al. He may not be too rational. Even hurt you. Do you have the phone numbers of these other guys?"
"No, but I do know the number of someone who does." The two men snuck back out of the cabin and flew the Ford back to Eric's house. A shadow fell over the papers and pictures on the desk in the cabin. A picture of Sonny and Al in leather standing arms around each other with a red line through Al. Scattered on the desk were several more pictures from the police station, each with red lines through them. Jim, Bo, Kenny, and Steve. Slips of paper with phone numbers and maps to their addresses were stapled to each one.
Kenny helped Bo unload his things and carry them into Kenny's cramped apartment as Bo explained what had happened. They stacked things in every available space, then stood in the middle of the tight living room and hugged. The beefy, tall black cop, almost a foot taller than the lean, heavily muscled mechanic quietly held each other in the dim light. Bo's large thick hands ran over Kenny's tight butt and pushed the threadbare gym shorts away, letting them fall to the floor. He kneaded the smooth hard flesh and squeezed the man tighter and tighter. The two men kissed and with each kiss became more passionate. Bo pushed Kenny back just slightly as they locked eyes. Bo sighed as his hands came up to cup the man's round, full pecs. "Things are happening too quickly for me. I don't adjust well to quick changes."
"It'll be Ok Bo, we'll find an apartment and we can put your stuff in storage somewhere, and Janet will come around, you'll see."
"I'm just so angry about all of this. I mean here I am in love with a man and I am terrified of people finding out and losing my job and what my kids will think of me. I wanted time to get all of those things in place."
"Love?" Bo looked at Kenny's ruggedly imperfect, handsome face and smiled softly. He kissed the round full lips carefully and lightly.
"I love you Ken. I was so afraid to really say that but I feel so good about it now. It's the best thing in my goofy life. But I want everything to be perfect for us."
"They are perfect." Bo lightly kissed Kenny's thick neck and bit behind his left ear. He chewed and kissed his way across the thick round shoulders over the ball-like traps and delts. His hands held Kenny's small waist and turned the hot man from side to side as Bo kissed and nibbled his way down Kenny's body. The hard erect nipples were teased, twisted, nibbled and sucked as Kenny held Bo's hot mouth to them. As Bo's mouth sent moans through Kenny with his titplay, his hands fondled and tugged on the heavy, fat low-hangers. Kenny's long cock bobbed and bounced against Bo's stubbly face. Bo traced the outline of the chiseled abs as Kenny panted making them tight in outline then less so with each breath. As the big cop got to his knees, Kenny pulled off the man's tight t-shirt and felt the heat emanating from the hot, smooth ebony skin. Bo's back was a perfectly muscled relief map. Kenny traced each lump of muscle with his callused hands.
Bo gripped the base of Kenny's hard cock and swollen balls. He slapped his face with the log as hard as possible.
"Hey, that's starting to hurt me more than you." Bo smiled evilly. His tongue licked at the deep piss slit in the fat head. Pre-cum oozed from the dark opening and made silvery strings as Bo pulled back. The long tongue swirled around the bighead. Kenny moaned and Bo stared in amazement, as the swollen dick seemed to get even bigger. It was covered in huge rope-like veins and turning purple in colour. Bo squeezed the base harder and the big balls, flopped over his hot mitt. He closed his hot mouth over the mushroom cap and began the slow descent. One hand fondled and played with the big balls while the other toyed with Kenny's tight butthole. A few weeks ago, Bo never would have imagined swallowing a dick let alone one this big. Now his mind raced trying to keep from sucking too fast and making Kenny cum before he wanted him to cum. The handsome face moved slowly up and down the thick shat as Kenny's head dropped back in ecstasy.
"Oh fuck Kenny, that feels so fucking unreal. Don't let me cum. No, no, don't go....alllllll. the way.....down, ohfuckfuckfuckfuck." Bo face was buried in his lover's thick bush of coarse hair. Kenny clenched his jaw and shuddered to keep from cumming. Bo could feel the muscles in the legs and butt tighten and backed off with his sucking.
"Man fucker, I don't know how you get all of this in a pair of pants. Look at this thing. It's a picture of beauty." Bo licked at the object he was admiring like he would lick an ice cream cone. He had his own rigid dick out of his jeans. It was also throbbing hard and mean. As he stood up, his jeans slid down the thick quads. He kicked off his shoes and pulled his jeans away. Kenny guided him back to the bedroom. Bo lay face down on the bed. Kenny lubed the cop's pighole and straddled the bubble butt. The big dick poked teasingly at the puckered hole slowly pushed in, lower and lower. Kenny braced himself on either side of Bo's shoulders. Bo's hot hands massaged the shredded forearms and biceps. "Come on buddy, fuck my ass."
Kenny spent nearly 30 minutes plowing the cop's ass. It was all Bo could do to groan incoherently. He got off twice before Kenny filled his ass with his red-hot man juice. As Kenny lay on top of him letting his cock quake inside the clenching butt, Bo whimpered in heat. He massaged the defined back and slowly let his dick plop out. Bo gasped in regret but rolled over on his back to reveal a still rigid cock. Kenny stroked the black prize then placed Bo's hand back around his now hard again dick. A minute later, pearls of thick white cum glistened on the perfect black skin of a very happy cop.
Steve sat waiting on Jim's front porch steps. Waiting for the cop to get home. The other cops who came by to check on Jim's status waved at Steve and offered to bring him a cup of coffee. He waved them off saying it would keep him awake and that he expected Jim to be home any second. Jim had agreed to let him stay over as some protection. Nothing had happened so far and he was feeling like maybe they were all over reacting since Al's shooting. The beefy cop stretched his legs and studied the thick muscles. He had had some good workouts lately and liked the way his body was changing shape. He had chosen a pair of shorts that night after the gym that showed off his legs. They were a bit shorter than what the current style dictated but he liked the way they showed off the thick quads. The T-shirt he wore also stretched over the thick pecs and shoulders.
Steve chuckled to himself that he was building the best body he had ever hoped to have and it was all because he was a workout partner with a bunch of musclehead cops. Gay musclehead cops. Growing up in a straight-laced sports environment, he never dreamed he would count gay men among his best friends, but here he was. He flexed his arm and cupped the round biceps. Not bad. He felt a twitch in his cock and backed off. He was too horny and didn't want to be sitting there with a stiffy when Jim got home. Where was he anyway? 9:15, oh well, he had said 9:30, so Jim wasn't really late. He fumbled in his bag to find his cell phone and the piece of paper he had stuffed in his pocket. He punched in Mary Lou's number and heard the phone ring. A few seconds later he recognized the familiar pleasant voice.
"Hi. Mary Lou, it's Steve. I wanted to call and apologize for not calling you earlier. Yeah, it has been a long weird couple of days. No. I'm over at Jim's waiting for him to get home. I'm staying over here, sort of as a bodyguard. Not yet, guess's he still at the hospital visiting Al. OK, I guess. He was the last I heard. Yeah, he's going to be off work recovering for a while. Somebody's got a vendetta, for sure. Don't know, Ron didn't say. But that's OK, I like Jim and being here will be fun. What I was hoping was that maybe we could do dinner this weekend? I hope to get some time free from this and thought maybe, if you were interested, we could go out? Great, I'd like that. Yeah, I'll poke my head in to........
Mary Lou heard a gunshot on the other end of the phone and then silence. The phone had clattered to the ground and cut off. She quickly called dispatch and reported the incident. Within minutes cops were crawling over Jim's property.
Tom Pratt stood at Al's bedside checking his vital signs and shaking his head with fake disgust. He made a loud clucking sound as he checked over his patient. Al sat holding on to one side of the bed hoping that the room would quit spinning.
"You guys got a bit rambunctious, didn't you? Couldn't take it easy and stick with the simple stuff, like simply getting off together, nnooooooo. You have to get acrobatic and damn near cause the guy's head to fall off. Hmm, let me look at that one too." An embarrassed Jim panicked for a moment, then saw the evil grin on the Doctor's face.
"Well, it seemed simple....to us." The doc just looked up.
"Next time, keep it to simple handjobs. You'll be fine, but it will be a few more minutes until the ringing in your ears stops and the pounding subsides. Just relax. Take some deep breaths. As for you, stud muffin. He needs rest, so do you. I'll call you if anything changes."
"How long is it going to be doc?"
"A couple more days of observation, then we can let him go home. But, and it's a beefy one, he's going to have to take things slowly. He got a pretty good knock on the head. And the shoulder injury was clean but he won't be lifting for awhile. We want to be sure he doesn't develop any infection."
"So?"
"So, he won't be hitting the gym or having acrobatic sex for awhile. You'll have to find other forms of, uh, release. He's pretty lucky on one hand but head injuries require time. We'll be scheduling lots of follow-up. I know it's easy for me to say be patient. I'm not the one with the wounded sex partner. Don't rush him Jim."
"Oh I won't, but I worry about his being alone during the day. They still haven't brought in any one for the shooting. We'll have to be sure to have a guard around him."
"We'll keep an eye on him here too. Go home, you look like shit. You have one minute to say goodnight. Uh, don't forget to put your shirt back on and zip up." Jim's head shot a look down to his jeans only to find his zipper wide open and the top of his dick showing through. His face went back to being bright red. The doctor headed back out to the station and Jim smiled as he said goodnight to Al.
"I am in the room ya know. I heard all of that. You do look like shit." Jim laughed in spite of the tears in his eyes. "I'll be OK buddy, go home and get some rest. You still off work tomorrow?"
"Yeah, a couple of more days."
"Good, do something good for yourself."
"Hmm, who might that be?"
"Not whom, do someTHING, not someone. Actually, if you had sex with someone, I would understand, don't let my cracked head and aerated shoulder stop you."
"Yeah, right. Good night, I love you."
"I love you too. Now go." Jim leaned over and kissed Al carefully, completely and passionately. Jim felt the heat of the kiss move through his body. Al raised his arm and encircled Jim's thick neck to hold the kiss longer. Jim's hand rested on Al's chest then lowered to the round full nipple. He carefully rubbed the cotton of the hospital gown against the sensitive flesh until Al moaned. "You better go before we get into trouble again with Doc Pratt." Jim nodded in agreement and quietly left. The doctor looked in on Al as he saw Jim walking down the hallway.
"How're you feeling stud?"
"Not good, my whole body is trembling. My head keeps throbbing, what's wrong?"
"Well, let's see."
Jim slid behind the wheel of the big Ford and felt the engine roar to life. He thought about what Brad had said about Al's choices in men and really hoped he was the one to make it work. He looked at the clock and muttered under his breath. It was 9:20 and he told Steve he would be home no later than 9:30. He hoped and felt fairly certain that Steve would wait. He guided the big beast through heavier than normal traffic. Despite some extra long red lights, he made good time getting home and turned the corner of his street feeling good about only being 10 minutes late. His heart skipped several beats when he saw all the flashing lights and realized they were at his house. One of the cops recognized him and waved him through. He pulled onto the grass in the side yard and rushed to the doorstep to find Steve being questioned by detectives. Two policemen were digging a bullet from the wood siding around his front door.
"Steve! Are you OK?"
"Yeah, yeah, buddy. I'm OK, they missed." Steve felt Jim's arms grab around him as he tried to answer another question. Jim felt a huge breath of relief escape as he hugged his friend. "Really, Jim, I'm all right. You're crushing me, let go." Steve looked at the horror in Jim's face. "I'm fine, no kidding."
"When did this happen?"
"A few minutes ago. I was sitting on the porch, talking with Mary Lou. I asked her out this weekend by the way.''
"Good for you."
"Anyway, so's I'm sitting there and all of a sudden - zip - a bullet whizzes right by my head, just misses me. I made a dive into your shrubbery, sorry. Think I smashed a shrub."
"Oh, which one?"
"A forsythia."
"That's OK, I don't like them much anyway. Do you guys need anything else?" The detective shook his head no. They began cleaning up to leave.
"They're going to continue the watch here tonight. They haven't found the guy they are looking for and they think he could try again."
"Here?"
"No, maybe one of yours and Al's other friends, like Bo and Kenny."
"Oh fuck. They were going out apartment hunting, did anyone call them? Why do they think that anyway, what am I missing?"
The detective spoke up from writing his notes. "Seems like they suspect another cop, that Dirt dude." Jim's face took a minute to absorb what had been said, then he looked at Steve."
"Did you tell Mary Lou that you were not hurt?" Steve shook his head yes. "Did you call Bo and Kenny?"
"The line was busy at Bo's and I don't have a number for Kenny." Jim unlocked his door and ran to the phone in the kitchen. He flipped through a phone book and dialed Kenny's number. Kenny answered the phone but sounded out of breath. He listened as Jim relayed what had happened at his house tonight. He fought Bo's head bobbing up and down on his dick until the story registered. Jim heard Bo saying something about Janet, Linda and the kids being in the house. He waved for Steve to go get one of the detectives. Steve dragged one of the cops back into the house, the biggest beefiest one. Jim stopped for a moment as the big man stood waiting.
He explained the situation at Bo's and the cop dispatched a unit to check on the women and children. Jim relayed the message to Bo and Kenny. He heard Kenny trying to calm down Bo. Eventually the big man quieted down. The four men discussed the situation and the fact that whoever, Dirt or otherwise, was still out there and they had better be safe. Jim hung up the phone and looked out of the kitchen windows. He and Linda lived next to a wooded park and liked the openness of no curtains. In the dark, he realized anyone could be out in the trees watching them. An uneasy chill worked down his spine. He grabbed a couple of quick beers and herded Steve upstairs to the safety of the bedroom, double checking all the door locks as he went. They walked through the dark upstairs and closed all the draperies. Jim made sure the only lighting was indirect and would not cast shadows across the windows. He kicked off his shoes and sat in the recliner in the spare bedroom/office. Steve walked in from the bathroom in his briefs.
"I think we'll be OK with a patrol outside, don't you?" Jim shook his head yes.
"I don't think whoever it is will come back here tonight. He had his chance and thankfully missed." Steve stood with his back to Jim as he flipped through a magazine on the desk. He felt Jim behind him, only a fraction of an inch away. The hair on Jim's chest brushed against Steve's broad back.
Janet and Linda lugged the last of the boxes of Bo's stuff out to the garage for storage. They watched the electric door close and lock shut. Janet took a deep breath. "I'll call him in the morning and apologize. I don't know why I am behaving like this, I'm sorry honey." The two women hugged quickly in the cool night air. Neither of them saw the gray Sable cruise up the street, slowing as it passed the brightly-lit house. "There's the phone, I hope one of the kids gets it. They like to pretend they're asleep when the phone rings at night, then they eavesdrop. Janet sprinted for the open front door as Linda sauntered onto the porch, stretching her sore back. She closed and locked the door as the Sable stopped just past the house. As she turned off the entry way light and looked out to check the porch light, she saw the shadow of a person still sitting in the car. She turned off the porch light and watched from the now darkened house. A cigarette glowed in the car and she pulled back from the window.
Janet called her into the dining room as she checked the locked doors. "That was Bo. Someone took a shot at your house tonight as Steve was sitting on the front porch waiting for Jim. He's OK, they missed. But whoever shot at Al, is going after his buddies. Bo called here to warn us and tell us that the police are providing a patrol tonight. The doors are locked but I was thinking we should take the kids and go back to the apartment tonight."
"We can't. He's sitting outside."
"Are you sure?"
"Yeah, I recognized the profile when he lit up the cigarette. I know him from a couple of functions and really got his face engraved in my memory when I spoke with him in the market a couple of weeks ago."
"What do we do? Let's look back outside, maybe the patrol will see him." The two women snuck up to the door and looked out. In place of the gray Sable was an unmarked police cruiser."
"He's gone, they must have spooked him. I'm telling the police about the Sable." Linda opened the door and headed to the police cruiser. Janet didn't have a chance to stop her. The startled officer didn't know what to make of the two women since he had been expecting Bo. They explained and he phoned the info into the station. He advised them to stay inside where it was safe and not to take any chances. Linda seemed miffed at his advice. Janet dragged her back to the house.
"What he's telling you is that the shooter could be hiding somewhere in the darkness and not easily visible. Don't you watch any of those movies?"
"No, do I look nuts."
Bo jumped on the phone when it rang and Linda told him what had happened. He told them to keep put and things would be OK by morning. Kenny was slumped across Bo's tight abs and hardly woke up when the phone rang. Bo tried to turn to his side but the maneuver only made Kenny's big dick spring back to life. Having already been fucked hard twice in the last hour, Bo opted not to wake the sleeping monster.
Al had finally dozed off with the subsiding of the throbbing in his head. Despite the slight set back he basked in the warmth of having gotten off with Jim. Doc Pratt had helped him clean up and get back into boxers for sleeping. Getting Al to cooperate with any kind of standard hospital decorum and dress had been a struggle. The man didn't seem to have a shy bone in his body and didn't see the need to wear a hospital gown. Boxers became the compromise. Tom admired the hard furry body and tight armor of muscle. He knew the battle ahead would be to get Al to pace his recovery and not to rush back into the gym headlong into lifting and re-injure himself. Tom fell asleep reading about herbs and supplements to aid recovery. He thought he just might be able to come up with something to help Al's healing and give him impetus when he did return to the gym.
Al slept reasonably well in the hospital bed. Heaven knows he could fall asleep just about anywhere. When he did wake up, those moments were to adjust his cock and balls in the all to confining boxers, at least in his mind. The big man was finally in a comfortable sleep when the door opened slowly and a shadow slid into the room. Shaky hands played with the tubes going into Al's arm. Tom Pratt had prescribed a drip to help supplement Al's lack of appetite, plus antibiotics. A syringe was inserted into the shunt and the trigger pulled back.
Almost as quickly, an object came through the air and landed on the side of the intruder's head sending him sprawling on the floor. Al woke up yelling and pushing the call button. He turned on the overhead light and blinked at the big man standing looking at his now bent metal cane.
"Earl?"
To be continued, comments-suggestions? lennoxbear@aol.com