Date: Sat, 18 Mar 2000 17:08:15 EST From: Subject: Beyond the Blue, part 8 Beyond the Blue, part 8 by The following is an erotic story involving gay relationships and male to male sex. If such offends you, leave. Monday at work, Jim and Bo moved through the locker area very quietly. Al took that as a cue and spoke very softly. Jim finally leaned against the locker and laughed. "I'm not still hungover. You can speak in normal tones." "Oh, OK. Just wasn't sure." Al got a dirty sweat sock to the back of the head for that comment. At role call, they got one of the new Pontiacs and hurried outside to ooh and ahh. Bo stood next to the aging Crown Vic, a look of disgust on his face. Al and Jim dropped their shoulders and walked over to pat Bo on the back. "Earl the fartman worked this weekend didn't he?" Bo shook his head yes. "In the Crown Vic all weekend, huh? Bo shook his head yes and opened the door. "Whoa, this car should be at the top of the list to be scrapped." "I think it would have to be on the Super Fund list to be scrapped." "What are you going to do Bo?" "What can I do but ride around all day with the windows down. It's really warm but citizens of this fair town will rebel for sure." "Who's your partner now?" "Steve, the new guy. He's inside getting some report we have to follow up on." As if on cue, Steve walked out of the side office and opened the car door and stepped in in one movement. "Let's roll Bo." The next thing they knew he was on the ground outside the car. "What is that? Is something dead in the car. A rat? Oh no, this is the infamous Crown Vic of Earl's, isn't it?" "You got it, roll the window down and get in, we gotta move." A wide-eyed Steve rolled the window down and got in making a face as he closed the door. They drove off with Steve hanging out the window. "Ahhh, a Bo and his dog. How cute." Jim smiled vapidly. "Yeah, right. Let's go." Al slid behind the wheel and rove off to check on a reported car theft. "So how far back in the doghouse are you?" "I'm in the office, spare bedroom doghouse." "She won't even let you in bed with her?" "No, this could be awhile. And Bo's wife is doing the same thing to him. And he didn't wake up naked with another man." Al frowned. "I meant me. I don't know about you, I mean, oh fuck." "Was Bo out all night too?" "No. He got home at four, I think he said. Was out with a buddy and Kenny, from the motor pool." Al looked over at Jim on that one. "Bodybuilder Kenny?" "Yeah. But Bo's getting the same cold shoulder." "So, what are you going to do?" "What can I do but wait it out and see when I get to return to my bed. At least my sex life is better." Jim waved his right hand. "I told you to blame it on me, maybe that would make it easier." "Well, you are to blame and that doesn't make it any easier." "Oh?" "Nevermind. How was the rest of your weekend?" Jim stretched out in the cruiser, an obvious bulge in his uniform pants. "Good, didn't do anything except lay around naked and grow hair." "You do that well." "Yes, I do, thank you for noticing." The rest of their day went basically the same as always. Al went to see the duty Sargent at the end of the day and Jim headed to the gym. He was half way through his workout when Al walked in and quickly changed. "What kept you?" "They want me to work this weekend. We have a couple of guys off and they are shorthanded. You want to work? It's overtime and you get time away from Linda. Absence makes the heart grow fonder." "If only. Maybe. Let me think about it. Would we on patrol together?" "No, not for the weekend. So you get a break." "As long as it isn't Earl." They got through the next couple of sets until Jim was finished. He hit the showers as Al continued. He looked around but Bo never showed. Steve was on the far side of the room doing legs. "Where's Bo?" "He went to take the car into Kenny and complain about it, not that it will do any good. I think I may have to burn my uniform." Steve shuddered at the thought of spending another day in the car. "Kenny eh? Well, if anyone can fix it, he can." Al joined Steve for a quick set. Bo pulled the creaking crown Vic into the back of the motor pool garage. He parked it near a window, just in case. He got out, shook his head to clear the cobwebs and called out for Kenny. "Right behind ya dude, ya don't have to yell." "Sorry, didn't see you." Kenny locked the overhead garage door and walked toward Bo. He was dressed in his dirty, oily overalls. They were unzipped to the waist to show off his heavily muscled sculpted chest. His hair was mussed from a hard day's work and he was unshaven. Bo took a deep breath and swallowed hard. Kenny's dark good looks were going right to his crotch. He turned around and opened the door of the car. "Kenny, we have to do something about the car or Earl. The car may be easier to fix." "What's wrong with it?" Bo motioned for him to get in which Kenny did. Bo slammed the door shut and held it closed as Kenny struggled to get out. He opened the door and Kenny fell out onto the floor. "Good grief. I've never had to fix this bucket, at least, not mechanically. Wow, what does the man eat?" "Who knows, but is there anything we can do?" "Let me think on it. In the meantime, I'll red tag it." Bo screwed up his face. "Isn't that what the gas company does with bad.....oh, I get it." He laughed. "Thanks, bud. This car need major fumigation but in the meantime, what vehicle do you give Earl?" "I'll find something suitably old and near retirement." Kenny leaned back against the beat up Ford. He dropped his hand to Bo's basket and groped the beefy cop. Bo flinched and looked around. "No one here buddy, but us two, hard men." He rubbed Bo's growing shaft in the snug uniform pants and slid Bo's hand down his overalls to his hard cock. Bo gripped the big beast and felt sweat breaking out all over his body. Kenny stood with his legs apart and pulled Bo to him. He wrapped his thick arms around the beefy, black cop and kissed him hard. Bo felt Kenny's tongue invade his mouth. He sucked on it hard. Kenny returned the gesture by wrapping one furry forearm around the stocky neck and forcing the kiss tighter. His hands slid down the broad flared back to the full, round muscle butt. He squeezed Bo's asscheeks and felt them flex, "MMMMMMmmm, fuck, what an ass." Bo's hot mouth was working its way down Kenny's thick neck to the top of his shoulders exposed under the open overalls. Bo slid his hands inside and felt the hard square pecs and big knobby nipples. He worked his tongue down to the left one and teased it. Kenny moaned and pushed his face tighter against the pink flesh. Bo bit the nipple, pulling out just slightly to get Kenny to growl. Kenny pushed him off and motioned with his head toward an old police van in a back corner. Bo followed him to the far side of the vehicle and watched as the hot man slid the overalls off his shoulders and to the floor. He stood before the big cop, his overalls down around his feet, fully naked with the big hard horse cock bouncing in anticipation. He kicked off his work boots to remove the overalls then pulled them back on. Bo gave in to the lust in his mind and fell to his knees in front of the butch mechanic. He caught the big dick in his mouth and swallowed. He sucked up and down on the veiny shaft getting soaking wet. He let it flop out of his mouth as he went for Kenny's fat nutsack. He breathed in the day's worth of work sweat on the man and sucked a fat ball deep into his mouth. "Man, you are one hot blue uniform." Kenny held Bo's face to his cock and balls and felt the men inhaling his heavy scent. Bo slowly got up, licking his way up Kenny's body as he rose. He kissed and licked each cut ab, all over the flexing pecs and stopped in whining glory at Kenny's furry armpit. Bo went wild licking, sucking and breathing in the man's scent. Kenny pushed him back and held the handsome face between his hands. "What do you want cop? You want my dick? You want my dick up your cop pig butt? Is that what you want? Bo, his mouth open and spit running from the corners, struggled to answer. "Yes sir." His voice cracked as he completely accepted that he was a man who loved men and needed men all the time. "Show me what you got?" Kenny slid open the side door of the van and got inside to lounge on the floor. He sneered at Bo and slowly teased him by stroking his monster dick. Bo stood up and locked eyes with Kenny. He ran his hands over his uniformed body to squeeze the big muscles through the dark blue material. He ran his hands over the calf sized forearms and flexed each biceps in the short sleeve shirt. "Harder, cop. Show me what those arms can do." Bo smiled slowly and moved to a front double biceps pose. Kenny licked his lips. "Harder." Bo relaxed and then threw all his energy into the bicpes pose. The sleeves split at the seams as the big arms won out. Kenny nodded his approval. Bo began unbuttoning the shirt and pulling it slowly from the waistband. He opened the shirt and caressed his firm body, squeezing the big pecs and pointing the nipples at Kenny. He took a big dark nipple between each thumb and forefinger and twisted and pulled until they were standing out a good half-inch. His breath was becoming shallower as sweat now rolled over the perfect ebony skin. Bo did an abs crunch, running his fingers through the deep cuts. He reached for his belt buckle and undid his uniform pants. Kenny's dick was oozing a steady stream of thick precum. Kenny had the shaft slick with the sticky fluid making Bo hungrier. He pushed the pants down with his white briefs over the deeply cut quads and stood before Kenny waiting for approval. His hands slid up and down the wet glistening body, shirt pulled back, pants around his ankles. His long, thick black cock was rock hard and sticking straight out. Straight as an arrow. The big balls hung in a lopsided full arc, almost halfway down his thighs. He grabbed them tightly around the bas and pulled them toward Kenny. He leaned forward and Kenny took them and pulled. Bo grabbed the top of the doorway to the van and let Kenny pull his balls while he braced his back. Kenny let go and Bo lurched backwards. He turned around and bent over. The shirttail flipped up over the beefy butt. Bo reached over double and wrapped his arms around the big legs. The hamstrings popped out in deep cuts as Bo massaged the diamond shaped calves and flexed his glutes. He pulled them apart for Kenny to see his fuckhole. Kenny crouched forward and buried his face against Bo's offered butt. Bo went wild pushing back to get the probing tongue deep into his ass. Kenny pulled back into the van and took Bo in with him. He bent the cop over the remains of an old bench set and spit into his hand. He worked the wet fingers into Bo's eager hole. Another glob of spit lubed his already precum slick cock as he pressed the probe against the cop. "Please, fuck me sir." Bo pleaded in desperation. Kenny gave his hips a thrust forward and popped the big mushroom head past Bo's sphincter. Bo winced then pushed back. Kenny's dick was buried before he could make another move. Kenny pushed the shirt up and over Bo's head to pull it off the dripping man. He ran his hands over the wet broad back and began bucking his hips against his cop pig. Bo was reduced to grunts, groans and some noises Kenny couldn't describe later. He slammed harder and harder into the bodybuilder cop and finally tensed. He pulled out and let a heavy load of cream shoot against the side of the van. Bo straightened up, furiously jacking his dick and sent a load across the bench. Bo fell against the side of the van looking around in terror. "Omigod, what've I done? I just had sex in a police vehicle. His eyes were pictures of fear. Kenny rubbed the big beefy thighs. "Hey buddy, don't worry. There's no one ever here this late." Bo seemed calmer and relaxed as Kenny leaned over to kiss him. "I just gotta hope I can keep this beast running." "You're assigning this beast to someone? For heaven sakes who?" "Earl." Bo's mouth dropped open and then spread into an evil grin. Kenny just smiled innocently. "Bo, uh, can I ask you a question?" "Sure?" "You're married, and, well, you obviously enjoy sex with other men. And you're a cop. What are you going to do?" Bo pulled his shirt back together and slumped against the bench seat. "I don't know, I need to do some real heavy thinking. Why?" "Well, I really like what we just did, the whole sex and uniform thing is hot to me. But, I also enjoy the little chats we have always had and like having you as a buddy. I want to know what it would be like to spend the night with you, shower with you, just have dinner with you." "I'm not in an easy place where I can do those things." Bo leaned forward and kissed Kenny lightly. Their eyes locked again. The kiss got deeper. Art had been waiting on the steps in front of Al's building when he got home from the gym. The black Ranger pick-up sat at the curb. "Hey, you got your truck back. That was pretty fast." "Not exactly, the insurance company totaled my wrecked truck. This is a new one. How ya doin?" "Good. What brings you over tonight?" "Well, I thought we needed to talk. Can we go inside?' "Sure." Al threw his gymbag over his shoulder and led the way into his apartment. He tossed the bag into the bedroom and headed for the kitchen. He offered a beer to Art who declined. "So, wassup?" "Last week we talked about Memorial Day weekend and IML or Florida." "Right." "I decided to go to Florida, alone." Al took a big sip of his beer and braced for the brush-off. "I really like you a lot Al, but I don't think we have a future in a relationship. I mean, heaven knows you are one of the hottest men I've dated in a long time and the sex is pretty terrific. I'm not as into the leather stuff as you are and, well, to be honest, I think you're in love with someone else. And maybe don't know how to tell the guy." Al put his beer on the table and sat down. His shoulders dropped and a very deep sigh escaped from his chest. "You're right Art. There is someone else and I don't know how to tell him. Hell, I've never even had sex of any kind with him. I don't even know for sure if he is gay, how's that for a strange relationship?" Art sat at the table across from the big man. "I want us to be friends and go out and do things together but, I just get the feeling that you need to deal with this scenario soon or it will tear you apart. For us to try to put together a relationship would not be a good idea, we wouldn't be able to even be friends in the long run and I really do want that much. Is there any way I can help with this? I think you have a lot to offer someone and you don't deserve to be alone." "Neither do you." "Thanks, but I'd rather wait for Mr. Right rather than screw up a good friendship with someone I truly admire. Friends, good friends, are not always easy to find and keep either. So, who is this man?" "My partner. Now," Al jumped up and held out his hands, "I know, it's all one sided. Like I said, I don't even think he has a gay clue. But I can't help thinking about him and he says or does things that make me feel that, well, he is struggling too." "He's married, Al." "Yeah, but that's not working, except if she ends up pregnant, then that will complicate things." "She might be pregnant?" Al flopped back down in the chair and sucked down the rest of his beer. "I know, I know. I got a real bad case of unrequited love. But look." He gets up and pulls a bunch of papers from a desk drawer. Art shuffles through the sheets of print and hands them back. "You know what you have to do? And now, I mean." Al shakes his head and straightens the papers. Art walks across the kitchen and hugs the big cop. He kisses him on the cheek. "I'm going to hold you to the friendship thing, really." Al hugs him and holds him for a minute. "Works for me. I may need a shoulder to lean on." "Then you better give me a call and let me know what happens. I better go. You have some thinking to do. I hope it works out. I'll talk with you in the next couple of days, right?" "Yeah. Whether I'm right or wrong." Art closed the apartment door behind him as Al quietly stood in the middle of the apartment. Jim and Linda ate dinner in more or less total silence. Jim tried his usual happy banter but she wasn't ready to forgive him. He helped clean up the kitchen and complimented her on dinner but nothing worked. It only made him more determined not to give in and constantly apologize again and again. They sat and watched a bit of TV when she announced she was going upstairs to read. He went upstairs shortly thereafter himself and flopped dejectedly in front of the computer. He browsed through the usual garbage and finally opened his mailbox. Not much exciting today as he scrolled through the ton of spam he got for being in a chatroom. Finally, what he wanted. And it was dated today. Click. "Hey buddy, hope all is well and that the beginning of your work week went well. Mine was pretty uneventful, same old, same old." The note went on to describe his workout with this beefy new guy at work who is an excellent workout partner. He had been at work late and didn't get to workout with his usual partner, his work partner. But the guy didn't seem too upset. "Well, I did it. I went to the duty Sargent and sat down to ask about switching partners." Jim froze. He didn't think this would happen, they had just celebrated five years together. Five years of hot and cold weather, rain, mud, Earl's car. Not to be partners anymore. He felt hurt and betrayed. He felt like he was going to cry. "I didn't do it. I did end up with some overtime for both of us, which will wear us down, but help the checkbook. Five years. This man has been my good friend for five years. He's helped me grow and mature. Helped me quit being such a loner at work and taught me it's fun to be with these guys. He's bombarded me with endless bad puns. Told me silly jokes that I still don't get but I laugh cause it makes him happy. Shared his life with his goofy wife with me. I know more about him than I have ever known about anyone else in my life, except maybe my brother. We've had some pretty bad meals together, some really good ones, and more than our share of food that is not on our training diet. I'd like to think I've taught him to be a better cop and be, well, I don't know. He's given me so much more than I've given him. I couldn't stand to be at work without him, not right now anyway. Maybe in the next five years, who knows, our careers may take us in different directions. But I want us to go those different directions together. He means an awful lot to me. Suppose I should tell him huh? Before we both die in the fumes of one of Earl's deathtrap cars. Telling him is the right thing, isn't it? God, I hope so. I love you Jim, Al" To be continued, comments - suggestions?