Beyond the Blue, part 28 by lennoxbear@aol.com
The following is a story of gay erotic and involves male to male sexual situations. Should these offend you - bye.
Al looked at the healed scars on his shoulder in the bathroom mirror. He did a couple of quick poses to check what was left of his physique. In three months of not being able to do much heavy lifting or martial arts, he had concentrated on toning and maintaining body fat levels. His weight had dropped but surprisingly his muscle tone had remained very well intact. While not the size he had been three months before when the shooting occurred, he was pleased with his reflection. He returned to active duty today and was looking forward to putting his old life back in place. He studied the short hair and beard and decided to chance showing up at work unshaved. One more quick butt shot.
"Mmm, breakfast." Jim walked into the bathroom and handed the furry man a cup of coffee, then dropped to his knees and buried his face in the furry and still hard butt. "Mmmmmm."
"Jim, we need to get to work, don't start something we can't finish. At least not now." Jim jumped into the shower and left Al sporting a rigid dick. "You are a prick. You know I'll be fighting off a hardon all day now."
"Lunch." Jim made slurping noise from inside the shower. Al shook his head and walked back into the bedroom. As much as he enjoyed three months of taking it easy, he was anxious to get back to work and into his old routine. He had been cleared to begin building the weight back up and was looking forward even more to their workout that night. Jim stood in the doorway of the bathroom drying his hair and wiggling a half erect cock in Al's direction.
"Too late we have to get to work. Reel that puppy in and get dressed." Jim quickly grabbed clothes and their packs and hurried to the garage. Al was waiting and handed him a helmet.
"We're taking the Harley?"
"Like yeah. It's my first day back, what did you expect me to ride?"
"OK, but don't yell at me if I lose one of our gym bags." They roared off down the street with Jim clutching Al, wearing a backpack and struggling to hold yet a second bag.
The locker room was all slaps and cheers to welcome Al's return. Several guys commented on the slimmer Al but no one mentioned the beard. As they reported for duty, the men expected Ron to instruct Al to shave. Ron read off the day's duty roster, made several more announcements and dismissed them for work. As Al walked by, he reached out and shook his hand.
"Glad to have you back son. Jim's been so mopey without you." Jim mugged on cue. "Maybe if you trim this thing a little bit, it won't look so ratty." Ron walked back toward his desk as Jim stood looking quickly from Ron to Al.
"That's it? No, go shave that fucking thing off? NO, beards are against regulation? No, hey fur face, shave for heaven's sake? I wouldn't get away with it if I grew a beard."
"You....wouldn't look this good." Al walked to the motor pool leaving Jim pondering his next comment.
"Yeah, well, well,....your uniform is baggy."
Al stood next to the battered Lumina. "Maybe, gives me more room for this." He grabbed his loose dick in his pants and squeezed.
Jim slid behind the steering wheel. "Three months, still won't wear underwear."
Al stretched out in the passenger seat. "You're the one who called it lunch."
Bo drove up and squeaked to a stop. "Want to try to do lunch today?"
"Sure. We were going to try to hook up with that Dennis guy Al met in court. We'll keep in touch and let you know when. He's joining us at the gym tonight too. Where's Steve?"
Bo scowled. "Inside trying to talk to Mary Lou. Something's up. I think our little plan with Max backfired but I haven't talked with him. Steve's like a love sick puppy."
"Fucking his brains out hasn't helped eh?"
Bo looked around the parking lot. "Our little buddy is one for real pig. If he isn't out trying to pick up women for sex, he's in bed with Art and Sonny or trying to get naked with us. I think we've created a monster guys. He constantly wants to suck my dick or get me to fuck him somewhere. I love the guy and all, he is my partner, but geez, give it a break. Oops, here he comes." Steve jumped into the cruiser next to Bo and waved.
"No luck, she's busy tonight." Bo looked at Al and Jim and rolled his eyes.
"See you guys for lunch." Bo waved and mouthed "Help Me," as he drove away. "You think Steve will ever figure out what he wants?" Jim reached over and squeezed Al's thick sausage. "You think he'll ever settle for one man?"
"From the sounds of it, not one man or woman. Eeew. Funny, how some of us knew right from the start where our heads were. And if you don't stop playing with that head, it's going to make a big mess."
The morning passed quickly with nothing unusual happening. Jim was about to contact Bo about meeting for lunch when they spotted Max walking down the street. They pulled over with lights flashing and quickly stopped Max. Al pushed him against the side of the cruiser and told him to assume the position. He quickly frisked Max for weapons making sure to hit all the right spots that would make the big man's dick hard. Passers-by were told by Jim to keep moving as the two cops carried out their joke.
"Officers, this is unfair. Why are you stopping me? What did I do? I'm gonna start screaming police brutality." Al copped a quick squeeze of the big basket. "Get real, you call that brutality?" Al leaned his hard dick against the big man's beefy round muscle butt. "I don't think that's a regulation weapon."
"It ain't. But it's about to shoot a bullet." Al let Max go and the big man shook their hands.
"So what are the trumped up charges for this stop?"
"Not calling us for awhile? What's up? How's Earl?"
"That's why I haven't called. Earl is pretty weak but hanging in there. He's not in pain, just not getting around very well. So I spend my days taking care of things for him, pumping at the gym, by the way Al, the weight loss looks good. Don't you ever wear underwear?" Al sighed. "And at nights I work. Hasn't been much time. I'm sorry."
"Well, Bo said you're little meeting with Mary Lou went sour?" Jim surveyed the beefy chest straining the soft cotton of the T-shirt and as nonchalantly as he could, adjust his thickening dick in his uniform.
"Yeah, I can't believe I agreed to that, let alone had sex with her."
"You had sex with her?"
"Yeah, never again. Anyway, Bo was right. She's lesbian and probably has a lover. Her goal is to get pregnant. We had some discussion afterwards and I think, she didn't really tell me this, but I think, she wants to get pregnant by Steve. She seems to really like him. Just doesn't want to be married to a man."
"So she playing him for his sperm."
"Not exactly. I think she really does like the man but likes women more."
"And Steve doesn't know this?"
"I don't think so. Not exactly something that comes up easily in conversation."
Al leaned back against the cruiser. "So, how do we tell Steve? And what does that do to his mind? I mean, he's one confused puppy when it comes to sex now. This can't help matters much."
Jim ran his hand over his short blond hair then idly crossed his arms over his chest and stroked his nipples. "Maybe, we need to confront Steve and ask him what he wants out of all of this? We haven't really done that, well, not exactly."
Max stretched his arms over his head. The two cops both licked their lips and smiled. Al punched Max's big right pec. "You fucked her but you haven't fucked me. When do I get my turn?"
"Are you kidding?"
Al laughed and started to say yes. Jim stepped closer. "Hey, don't leave me out. I think a three-way is called for soon."
"Are you kidding?" Max stuffed his hands into his tight jeans pockets which only made the muscles in the huge arms pop out more.
Jim kicked at Al's shoe. "I think I speak for both of us and say we'd enjoy playing with you."
Max stood and looked from one cop to the other. He blinked for several seconds. Big sigh. "Oh man, I'd love it but I don't know when. Are you kidding me?"
Al laughed and punched the thick tattooed right biceps. "No. We aren't kidding you. We both want to play but we need to go, so how about calling us soon so we can get together?"
"OK, I'll do that. Real soon. You guys gonna talk with Steve?"
Jim took a deep breath and let it out slowly. "Yeah, We gotta help this guy get his head screwed on right. Guess we have to bring it up over lunch. The sooner the better." Al agreed. "We'll let you know what happens. Over sex. You guys take care and give Earl our best." The three men hugged as people on the street stared. They watched Max's beefy but saunter down the street away from them.
Al rubbed his own erect nipples. "You think he'll call us soon?"
Jim walked back to the driver's side of the car. "Yeah. His dick was hard and halfway to his knees."
Al flopped into the passenger seat. "Like yours is now?" Jim whimpered and adjusted his bent cock in his pants.
"I hope you weren't planning on a long workout tonight. Your ass is mine."
"I was counting on that."
Sonny sat at the conference table and sorted through the paperwork Eric was setting in front of him. He listened intently as the big man outlined several projects that were coming up and how Sonny fit into his new job. He totally lost his train of thought when Eric finished his presentation, leaned back in the chair and threw his 22-inch biceps over the next chair back. The dark green silk shirt showed off the thick pecs, huge round traps and delts and hugged the corded arms sensuously.
"So, how do those projects sound? Is that enough to keep you busy for awhile?" Eric smiled at the stunned Sonny.
Sonny looked up at the big smile under the bushy stache. Eric's steel blue eyes sparkled back with a mischievous twinkle. A door opened at the end of the conference room and another man, another bodybuilder, walked in and set papers down next to Eric. Sonny watched the hard butt under the suit pants walk back out of the room. "Uh. Busy? Well, this is a ton of work. But like I said, I think I'm the man for the job."
"I know you are. By the way, that was Marsh, in case you didn't meet him. And Jack is the other guy who will be running things in this office. You OK? Seem a bit overwhelmed."
"Oh no, I'm fine, This work is just the kind of stuff I love to do. Uh, but I do have a question?" Sonny watched as Eric got up to pour another cup of coffee. His moth dropped open as the suit pants hugged the massive rock hard muscle butt.
"What's your question?"
"Is everyone here like a competitive bodybuilder or something? There are like six guys here who look like Muscle and Fitness ads."
Eric sat down, crossed his hands together in front of him and leaned forward on the table. His traps flexed against the silk. "No. But when I interview, and the person has the drive and experience I need, then also, shows a certain dedication to the gym, that's a positive to me. Especially, if they don't have the super ego or attitude that goes with a lot of that. You have all those positive points for the job and you work out. That says a lot to me. And you're gay."
"I am? I mean, did we discuss that, I don't remember."
"No we didn't, it doesn't matter exactly but I prefer to hire gay and lesbian people to work for me. You have super qualifications, an obvious dedication to the gym and, well, qualities that I think make for a good employee. Are you having second thoughts?"
"NO! Not at all. This job is perfect but how honest can I be?"
"Please be honest."
"I don't know if I can work around all this muscle and testosterone if I know they are mostly gay men."
"I hope you can adapt, I don't want to lose you as an employee. Let's go to lunch and talk about some of this stuff, maybe it'll help you." Sonny sat still at the table as Eric straightened the papers. "Something wrong?" Sonny slowly stood up. Eric shook his head knowingly as the big man sheepishly smiled but didn't cover the obvious erection. "As your employer, I can't help you with that. Do you need a few minutes?" Sonny shook his head yes. "I'll meet you in the lobby in 20 minutes." He smiled and Sonny sighed as the 6'5" mass of muscle left the room.
Sonny walked back to his new office with the stack of paper in front of him. He locked the door and dropped his suit pants. His throbbing dick sprung free of his boxers and bobbed menacingly in front of him. He walked to his desk and grabbed a wad of tissues just in time. A few minutes later he met Eric in the lobby.
"Feeling better?"
"Much. Thanks for, well, understanding. You're, to be honest, one fucking hot man. I gotta learn to control my reactions."
"Thanks. I'm honoured. Guess I shouldn't ask if I can join you to workout tonight?"
"Only if you aren't offended if my lover and I don't hang around later. We have something to do."
"That's quite all right. Let's go eat. But tell me, how's this thing with your father. Marsh filled me in on the details, how are you?"
Jim ordered lunch for Al as he made small talk with Bo and Steve at the booth. Al walked back and plopped down next to Jim.
"That call from Ron, well, the jury verdict came back. They found Dirt guilty, sentencing this afternoon." The four cops sat silently. "Funny. In the back of my mind, I knew he shot me and did all this but I was hoping, well, I don't know what I was hoping. What a shame. The guy's whole career out the window."
Bo took a deep breath. "Only goes to show what hate and bigotry can do. I have to hope some people learned from this." The four men agreed.
Steve took a big gulp of iced tea. "Guess we have to move ahead with out lives now. Does feel weird. So, tell me, do you think Mary Lou is a lesbian?" The three other cops all looked at each other in a dumbfounded manner. "I mean all the clues say she is, then why do I like her so much?"
Bo closed his eyes, shook his head and ruffled Steve's buzzcut. "You are truly a mess." The three men took most of their lunch hour to explain everything they had learned about Mary Lou and the set up with Max. Steve listened intently to the whole tale and sat quietly when they were finished.
He nodded his head, sat in the booth and looked around. "Well, that settles it. I know what I have to do now."
Jim held up his hands. "And that would be?"
"Marry her."
"WHAT?!" The other patrons in the restaurant all turned to look at the three men who had bellowed in unison
Dennis was waiting at the gym entrance when Jim and Al arrived after work. They were joined shortly by Bo and Kenny. The five men signed in and headed to the locker room to change. Two minutes later they were joined by Sonny and Art with Eric tagging along behind. The men all joked about knowing each other and congratulated Sonny on his new job with lots of winking and teasing. They avoided mentioning anything about Sonny's father, Dirt. Dennis was trying to slyly catch glimpses of the beefy men around him. He listened to snippets of conversation about Steve and Mary Lou and finally turned to Jim and asked, "Does this guy really want to marry her?" Jim was about to say something when Steve walked into the locker room.
"Ask him yourself. Dennis this is Steve?" Dennis' face immediately went red as he shook Steve's hand.
"Ask me what?" Dennis simply said nothing. "Were they telling stories about me again?" Four men bellowed no. The nine men broke into groups to workout and two hours later met in a sweaty group to discuss dinner. Jim and Al begged off to work on a "project" at home. Bo, Kenny, Sonny, Art and Eric made plans for dinner at a nearby restaurant. Dennis was about to join them when Steve spoke up.
"Thanks for the invite but Dennis and I have dinner plans."
Jim clutched Al and the gym bags as they raced home on the Harley. He jumped off the bike when they got into the garage. "Wow, that sucker really moves, what a rush. How fa....." Al pressed his mouth against Jim's and rammed his tongue down Jim's throat. The garage door was bearly closed when Al began pulling off his clothes. "Uh, a bit horny, are we?" Al pulled Jim's T-shirt over his head and lunged for the big man's furry nips. Jim jerked as the teeth bit the sensitive flesh and sent jolts of electricity through his to his nuts. Al had his cop partner's jeans down in three moves and dropped to his knees to swallow the thick flaccid dick. Jim's big meat pushed its way down Al's open throat and leaked huge gobs of precum into the hungry man's open mouth. "Why don't we go upstairs and get comfortable?" Al threw his leg over the Harley seat and reached back to spread his ass. He leaned forward and ground his fat, hard cock into the leather seat and growled. "Oh, OK, this is fine too."
"Fuck me dammit." Jim straddled the Harley and covered Al's back with his pumped furry chest. His big monster prick nestled into the deep chasm of Al's butt crack. Jim rubbed the oversized shaft against Al's ass and breathed deeply of the motorcycle fumes and Al's heated passion. Al reached back and held Jim's legs. Jim straightened up and massaged the lightly furred, heavily muscled back. He studied the pattern of the fur and felt Al growling from deep inside. His big dick slid back and forth in the deep asscrack, stiffening more from the hot furry friction. Al humped his ass high to meet Jim's rubbing. His own cock was oozing nonstop precum on the warm leather seat cushion.
Jim leaned forward and licked the back of Al's neck and along the still bearded jawline. "Man, I hope you get to keep this beard. It is so fucking hot on you."
"You like it?"
"A lot."
"Show me how much you like it."
Jim leaned back again and reached for a tube of skin lotion in his gym bag. He spread the lotion on his stiff prick until it was shiny and slick. His cock seemed bigger than ever and he licked his lips as he studied the size of the fist like head compared to the size of Al's hungry hole. He pushed the fuckpole into the ass crack and watched as the immense tool split his lover's ass. Al groaned as the cock filled him. He reached down and braced himself on the footholds.
Jim moaned as it slowly slid in to the fat low hanging balls. "Fuck you're ass is hot."
"Not as hot as it's going to be. Plow this cop's ass, fuck me hard. Come on Jim." Jim wrapped his hands around the hard round traps, braced his feet on the cold floor and began rutting the round muscle butt. He slammed his cock home again and again making Al beg and plead for more. Sweat poured over the big beefy body as he fought off the need to cum. Al began to moan louder and jerk as his own cock unloaded on the seat crushed beneath him. "Fill my asshole pig, give me your thick cop cum." Jim picked up the intensity and rammed Al's butt harder. "Oh yeah, fuck, give it to me." Jim pushed down on Al's back and slammed his nuts against the hard butt until they cried for relief as stream after stream of hot cum filled Al's ass. "Oh fuck, give me that load." Jim straightened his back and leaned back away from Al, his dick still buried in the hot hole.
Al sat up and strained to turn his head to kiss Jim. The Harley's seat was covered with his spunk. Jim ran his hands over the thick chest and bit Al's shoulders. He hugged his beefy lover tightly. "You think the guys are pissed that we didn't have dinner with them?"
"They'll get over it if they were, besides, I needed that."
"Mmmm, so did I."
"Again?"
"Upstairs?"
"Yeah." The two men gathered their clothes and gym bags. As they walked into the kitchen, Jim groped Al's butt again then stopped to kiss him.
"Do you really think Steve was serious about marrying Mary Lou?"
"Depends on whether Dennis ends up being top or bottom."
To be continued, comments - suggestions? Lennoxbear@aol.com