Beyond the Blues, part 10 by lennoxbear@aol.com
The following is an erotic story involving gay relationships and male to male sex. If such offends you, leave.
Anyone seeing the police cruiser parked way off to the side of the road, at the end of the industrial park, would think they were scoping out speeding tickets. Getting closer they would have found two cops, partially undressed having sex. One-sided sex. Jim was slouched back on the passenger side of the car, his shirt open and pants down around his knees. Al was busily, happily, giving him an energetic blowjob. Jim's wife would never imagine giving her husband head, or working his nipples. It was his job to pleasure her, fuck her and get it over with quickly. Jim fought to keep his eyes open and watch for anyone approaching. Al's hot mouth on his cock and balls felt too good to be true. Al sucked the big dick like no tomorrow while one hand alternated between Jim's nipples. Al discovered very quickly the link between Jim's dick and his nipples.
Al had slipped off his shirt and Jim's hands traced the outlines of all the muscles in the wide back and shoulders. He had also loosened his uniform pants allowing Jim to run his hands down to feel the heat of Al's butt. He lightly ran his hand over the hard furry softness and down into Al's butt crack. Al moaned the more he played with his fuckhole. The more Jim played with the fuckhole the more frenzied Al got on Jim's dick.
Jim gritted his teeth and squeezed Al's traps. "Al. Al. AL!"
"What, someone coming?" Al's head shot up to look around.
"Yeah, me. Jeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeez." Al dropped his mouth over Jim's exploding cock to catch the copious amounts of juice. He sucked the softening cock dry and flopped back against the driver's door. "That was incredible, but we can't do this everyday at lunch."
"I know, but having you in my bed last night has made me only want you more, and we have a lot to talk about. Al jumped out of the car and got his clothes together behind the protective cover of the door. Jim was pulling himself together but his dick, though soft, refused to shrink. It was bloated full of hot blood and his balls seemed to be swollen with another huge, bigger load.
"Good grief, it's like my dick won't go down but won't go hard."
"Is that a problem?"
"Well, these pants are a bit snug and I don't seem to have room for everything now. What did you do?"
"Evidently made it very happy."
Jim reached over and groped Al's basket to find a big hard cock struggling to get out. "When are you going to let me suck you off?"
"In time, I want you to be good and ready."
"Al, you are all I think about anymore. Not my wife, not my job, just you. Working with you everyday is making me hornier."
"All the more fun for me when the time comes. In the meantime, we need to discuss our plans, which are really your plans. Jim, you're married to a woman who thinks she's pregnant. What were you going to tell her? What do you ultimately want in life? If you choose being married and straight, I can live with that but it means we can't be doing this. I don't want to be some fun fling for a closeted married man who just wants sucked off. I want a life with a man who treats me as his partner, well, who treats me as a partner who wants to be on the bottom all the time."
Jim logged them back in from lunch and they pulled back out on patrol. "I don't know for sure what I want. I mean, I know now that I am not straight. Being with you is not some passing "phase." I really want you in my life as my partner. But how to end things with Linda, wow, that's a tough one. If she is pregnant, part of me wants the baby, but doesn't want to have things end in divorce that keeps me away from my own child. I don't hate her, I just don't love her, and I don't think she loves me. Ending the marriage is not the difficult part. The difficult part is not knowing if she really is pregnant."
"Well, I'm not exactly an innocent bystander in all of this, but if you need to talk, I'll be here for you." Jim squeezed Al's pec though his shirt and adjusted his still half hard dick.
Bo and Steve had stopped for lunch at a small neighbourhood restaurant. Steve was a bit nervous as they walked in and he was the only non-African -American person in the place. Being a tall blue-eyed blond stuck out like a sore thumb. The woman who owned the restaurant came over to hug Bo and gush over his uniform. She scolded him for being away too long. Then she turned to look at Steve.
"Mm-mm, your taste in partners is improving. I'm Louise. Welcome to my humble little eatery. You boys sit down and I'll be right over with a couple of big iced teas. Oh my, would you look at that butt. Tasty." Steve's face went crimson.
"Will you quit looking so nervous, you're getting blonder by the minute. You are never going to find a group of friendlier people who could care less about the colour of your skin than these folks. We're just early, you'll see." Louise brought the menus and teased Steve again. They sat and read the menus with Bo suggesting what Steve might like. It was a mix of soul, American and Asian dishes, none of which were familiar to Steve. As he read the menu he noticed more people coming for lunch. The place was soon filled with every type and colour of person in the neighbourhood. "See, what did I tell you? This place has good food. And Louise here knows how to make everyone feel happy and welcome. Although, you probably will be letting out the belt a notch when you're finished, she gives portions to kill ya. That's why I don't come in too often, would be too fattening. But I really like these folks.
"Could see why, really interesting place, Thanks for stopping here." The waiter, a big, beefy, black lifter type took their order and joked with Bo. Everyone seemed to know the big friendly cop and Steve was laughing at the jokes and stories about him. Lunch was one crazy story after another. Bo just took it all in stride. Steve excused himself to make a phone call as Bo joked with Rick the waiter. Steve found the phone in the back hall near the restrooms and dropped in the change. The phone rang several times before it was answered. Steve turned his back to the tables and talked in a low voice.
"What were you thinking this morning? Don't give me that, I saw you. In the park with that man. Coming up out of the woods. It's my job. We have to patrol the park. Yeah, it does suck, no pun intended. I don't know what I would have had to do; we just drove through and left. It's not a position I want to be in, so be careful. Bullshit. We'll talk about this later. I'll stop after the gym. OK. Stay out of the woods." He hung up the phone and stood against the wall. The tea and the morning coffee urged him into the men's room. He stood at the urinal pissing away a gallon of coffee and tea when the door opened. Rick, the waiter, walked in and stood at the next urinal. The man had a phenomenal body. His arms, delts, traps, his whole upper torso was full and round with pumped muscle. The sleeveless shirt he wore showed off the arms perfectly. Steve felt like he was pissing his life away and tried not to glance at Rick. The man was standing far enough back from the urinal to let Steve see a big, piece of black meat. Steve finally finished and zipped up. He stood at the sink washing his hands when Rick came over to wash his. The cop couldn't help but notice the thick forearms flexing as the man scrubbed his hands.
"So, how was your lunch?"
"Good, Really good. That was a ton of food. Do you eat here all the time?"
"Sort of, but I have cook do my meals special, too much stuff on the menu that's not good if you plan on serious bodybuilding."
"You compete?"
"Yeah, doing a show in a few weeks, gotta time my diet just right."
"Well, you look like you're well on your way. Pretty awesome buddy."
"Thanks."
They walked out of the bathroom and Bo was waiting at the register. Steve handed him some money and stood waiting. Bo paid the bill and chatted with Rick. The big beefy bodybuilder casually felt Bo's big muscle butt and squeezed the hard glutes. Steve felt his face go red. They walked to the car and drove off.
"Uh, Bo, don't get pissed at me for asking but the waiter back there was feeling up your ass."
"Oh, Rick's OK. We grew up together. He's gay but doesn't ever go any further than squeezing my butt."
"That doesn't bother you?"
"No, he's a good man. It's just a harmless little play, no big deal."
"If you say so." ___________________
The gym that night was hopping with tons of muscle getting ready for spring bodybuilding contests and the anticipated return of summer. The guys were all on a chest routine and trying to help each other despite the crowds. Bo and Steve were working dumbbell sets off to one side while Al and Jim pushed at heavy-duty bench sets. Steve had been unusually quiet the rest of the afternoon and Bo was teasing him to get him to loosen up. Something was definitely preoccupying him and distracting him from his workout.
Jim flopped down on the bench for his first set at 315 and worked to get comfortable. Al stood above him with a wide toothy evil grin that made Jim laugh.
"What are you doing, I'm trying to concentrate here?"
"Nothing, just want to be sure you are ready and that I am in the right place to spot you. Al wobbled back and forth above him and Jim finally caught on. He got a glimpse of Al's big dick in the leg opening of his gym shorts. The big head hung there taunting Jim. He sat up and turned around.
"You're a cunt, you know that."
"What? What did I do?" Al laughed unable to maintain control.
"You won't let me act on my desires but you tease me with it."
"Tease you with what?"
"Spot me you asshole, Fuck you."
"You wish."
"Oh god, do I." Jim dropped his head into his hand and shook it. He flopped back, concentrated on his grip and hoisted the barbell for a clean set of eight. He jumped up and high-fived Al.
"I've never gotten that many before, Wow, I feel pumped."
"Obviously." Al nodded downward to the bulge in Jim's shorts. Jim's face got red. Al took his place on the bench but not after adding two more 45's.
"That's a lot of weight dude, you think you can handle it."
"Watch me bitch." Al lay back and got his grip. Jim leaned over the bar and whispered.
"Just remember your little trick just now. When the time comes, I am going to bury my face so far up your ass, you're going to have to fart to get rid of me." Al bit his lip then fell off the bench laughing. Bo and Steve walked over and scowled.
"Boys, you don't seem to be concentrating very well." Bo crossed his massive arms across his chest pushing the huge pecs upward.
Al jumped up and got his body set again. He looked back at Jim, who this time was deadpan serious. Set his grip and lifted. He cleaned a set of six perfectly. Al was psyched and hugged Jim when he jumped up. A year of fighting a shoulder injury was over. He was back and in prime shape. The four men worked through chest and triceps for another hour before calling it quits. They were all dripping with sweat when they walked away. Each man had primed, pumped pecs and tri's. Al and Jim were admiring the cuts in their upper arms when Bo hit a triceps pose and blew them away.
Then he turned and did a most muscular. The man could walk on stage and compete as is right then. Steve gave a low whistle.
"Fucking awesome Bo." They stopped on the far side of the room and Bo showed the other three how to hit some poses to make their muscles pop. Steve was drenched in sweat, his clothes hugging every pumped muscle. Right down to the semi-hard cock. And no underwear. Jim poked Al to get him to notice. Al just smiled.
In the shower, the four men carried on like boys in high school. Steve showered quickly and was heading back to the locker room. He had to stop to talk with his brother on the way home. As he walked back to his locker, with his towel draped over his shoulder, he crossed paths with Jack who was coming out of the steam room. Steve recognized him from patrolling the park that day. Jack smiled at the beefy cop and stopped to get a drink and admire the beefy butt.
Bo was getting a sense of sexual nature from Al and Jim and having a difficult time controlling his dick. He rinsed off just short of having a full erection and toweled dry. As he watched Al and Jim chatting in the showers, he smiled to himself. Al looked over and saw the look on Bo's face and grinned back. He thought Bo probably knew what was going on and approved. Bo walked slowly back to the locker, himself walking past Jack. They nodded and Jack motioned toward the steam room. Jack motioned for Bo to follow him but Bo just smiled and waved him off.
Al and Jim finished showering, knowing that they would soon have to say good night and head home separately. They locked eyes and toweled dry. Neither spoke a word while they dressed and walked back to Jim's truck. The ride home was very depressing.
"Are you going to be OK, I mean when you get home and face your wife?"
"I guess I better be until I figure out how I am going to handle this. I'm not sure how she will react that I am contemplating divorce." Al looked over and squeezed his knee.
"I know this isn't easy, buddy. I want you to know, that whatever you decide, divorce or not, I am here for you. If you need a shoulder, it's here waiting."
"Thanks, I am going to have to gauge everything on her mood. And if she's pregnant, I'm screwed." Al looked over, his face blank. "No, not that I'll not get divorced, I will, but I will have to figure out what to do with a baby, I want it now."
"Custody?"
"Yep."
"Jim, a mother to be in court fighting over custody of a newborn, I don't know."
"I've been thinking about it all day."
"Oh, that's what that noise was, I thought there was something wrong with the car."
"Ha,ha, - ha,ha, -ha. Here's your stop." They sat in the truck unsure what to do.
"Well, you better get home before Linda calls the police." Jim snorted.
"I don't think she trusts us." Al squeezed Jim's knee again and jumped out of the big Ford. "Call me if you need to talk, or send me an email." He watched the pickup cruise down the street and around the corner. As Al walked down the hallway to his door, a large figure appeared out of a shadow. Al stopped a few feet from his doorway and swallowed hard.
"Long time no see. I was worried about you but you never returned calls. You want to talk?" Al unlocked his apartment door and held it for the bigger man. ___________________
Linda was finishing making dinner when Jim walked into the kitchen. She smiled and asked how his day was. He found her sudden change in humour quite surprising. They sat down to eat and she coolly chatted about things at work and how her parents were doing.
"So how was you night with your little playmate?" Jim felt the icy change in demeanor.
"Fine, it was a quiet night, we talked then went to sleep."
"Oh, so you weren't out drinking?"
"Nope, not at all." She looked at him somewhat surprised as she picked up the dishes and walked into the kitchen. "I made enough for leftovers for tomorrow. I am planning a little shopping night and dinner, so you'll have something to eat when you get home. That is unless you and Al decide to go out drinking again." He just let it go and helped clean up. Linda wandered upstairs as Jim sat and watched TV. She seemed to be busy doing something, cleaning he thought. TV didn't quite make it for him so he headed for the spare bedroom and the computer. He walked into the room and found his clothes stacked neatly on the sofabed and hanging in the closet. Emptiness swept over him as the chill from across the hall took over the room. He thought about calling Al but didn't want to take the chance she would pick up the phone; he clicked on the computer screen. The sound of the mail message seemed to fill the room so he turned down the volume on the computer and got up to close the door. The mailbox contained the usual junk and some personal messages, including a short one from Al saying simply, I mean it, I love you. He smiled and held his head. ___________________
Bo had to run out to get the kids ice cream. Something special for them while watching TV. He stood in front of the freezer and pondered the flavours. A low voice next to him caused him to jump.
"I like the chocolate peanut butter myself." Kenny stood there smiling in T-shirt and black jeans. "Sorry, guy, didn't mean to startle you." Kenny tried not to laugh at the big cop.
"I never know what to get my kids, they never seem to eat the same thing twice but always come back to chocolate or vanilla."
"Yeah, funny how no matter how many things are set in front of us, we always look for the one that makes us feel most comfortable." Bo settled for two flavours and headed to the checkout while Kenny walked with him chattering away. They both paid for their items and walked out. Kenny leaned against the big Dodge.
"Any chance of getting together soon?"
"I hope so. I may know something tomorrow." Bo looked at the sexy muscular body standing in front of him and felt his breathing quicken. Kenny talked away but Bo was lost in another thought. He opened the door on the truck. It was facing away from the store and with the door open no one could see them. Kenny was in mid sentence when Bo grabbed him in his big arm and kissed him. Kenny was caught without a word to say.
"I don't know exactly what I am feeling but when you're near me, I can't breathe, I can't think, except about you." Bo pulled Kenny's shirt out of his jeans and ran his big hands over the rock hard pecs. The nipples were long and hard. He groped Kenny's big basket until the hidden cock was doubled over and pulling down the front of the pants. Kenny's hands went down the back of Bo's jeans and grabbed the marble like butt. The man had been wearing a cut off sweatshirt and despite the exposed skin his body was hot as hell. His hand slid between Bo's cheeks and found the big man's puckered hole. A finger slid in to the first knuckle, which was all that Bo needs to make him bite Kenny's neck.
"Bo, whoa, big guy, slow down. We're rather out in the open here. Hey, stop, I'm gonna shoot a load in my pants if you keep that up." Bo rubbed the stiff dick and Kenny fought to push him off. Kenny thought he had won the battle but just as quickly found his jeans yanked down and his snake buried in Bo's throat. "Holy Fuck." He held the back of Bo's head and sent a gallon of hot cream down the man's hungry mouth. Bo stood up and wiped his mouth on the back of his forearm.
"My kids wanted ice cream. I wanted man cream." Kenny stumbled back against the door to pull up his jeans. His eyes were glazed over and all he could do was blink. Bo slid past him into the driver's seat. Kenny watched as the man turned the key. "We'll be together real soon buddy. My black ass is real hungry for that fuckpole of yours. Remember that." He took off out of the parking lot as Kenny sauntered casually to his car and collapsed over the steering wheel. He felt like he had just run a long race. His breathing was short and he was sweating buckets. That big beefy cop was becoming the center of all his thoughts.
He started the car and put it into gear. His dick was hard again and oozing precum. By the time he got home it was all he could do to make it to the bedroom and fall on his back on the bed. The thought of what Bo had just down sent another big load splattering over his etched abs. He was starving and the groceries he had just purchased weren't going to satisfy him.
Jim sent Al an email asking him if he wanted to do dinner tomorrow night. Linda had an evening planned and out with friends shopping and he didn't want to be alone. He sent the message and before he could click into another web site, Al responded. An old friend of his was in town and was going to join them for dinner if that was all right. The guy's lover had been killed in a car/motorcycle accident and he was in town on business and feeling lonely. Al thought he would like him. Jim responded saying it was fine with him. He was a bit disappointed to not have Al to himself but he understood. Jim watched TV for awhile and fell asleep on the sleepsofa.
The next day at work, they never had a minute to talk. One crazy thing happened after another and before they knew it they were heading to Al's to shower and make dinner plans. Jim was hoping to catch Al in the shower again but while he checked the answering machine at home, Al showered without him. Al stood in the doorway to the bedroom drying his hair. Jim sat on the edge of the bed looked overly disappointed.
"Hey, Eric will be here any minute, I didn't think we should be naked and playing when he arrive. Don't be so disappointed, there'll be other times."
"Oh, I'm OK with that, although I would have liked a repeat of the other morning. Linda let a message on the phone for me. She went to the doctor's today and is pregnant. She didn't even tell me in person to my face. She left a damned phone message."
"Yeah, that is a little impersonal but maybe she was just so excited she couldn't wait to tell you."
"No, that's not all. She doesn't think she wants it now." Al crossed the room and sat next to Jim. He put his arm around the big shoulders and held him.
"I'm so sorry buddy, can I do anything for ya?" Jim shook his head no and went to take a shower. He heard Al talking with someone in the living room. He dressed and went to join them. One of the biggest men he had ever seen got up to shake his hand. His jaw dropped at the size of the guy.
"Hi, I'm Eric. Eric Stout. Al just told me about your dilemma. We can do this another time if you don't feel like going out for dinner."
"No, no, that's OK. I need to go out and relax. What do you feel like eating?" Eric was open to suggestions. Al picked up the phone and dialed a number.
"We can get into Lawrence's, it's a really good gay-owned restaurant, but not until 8:15. That OK?" Jim and Eric agreed and picked another place for drinks.
At 8:00 they walked into Lawrence's and ran into Bill and Art. Al introduced everyone. Art hadn't made reservations and they were waiting for a table. He pulled Al aside and pointed to a table way at the back.
"Isn't that Jim's wife? I only saw her that one time we crossed paths with them and I wasn't sure." Al looked around the potted plants and saw Linda sitting at the back of the restaurant. With Bo's wife. He quickly asked for a table for five in the other room. The hostess made the change to the reservation and actually had immediate seating. The five big men followed her to a side table at the rear of the restaurant. Al excused himself to go to the men's room. He maneuvered between the tables in the crowded restaurant saying hello to people he knew. As he walked toward the men's room near where Linda was sitting, he saw the two women were holding hands. He smiled broadly and stopped to say hello. Perfect.
To be continued, comments - suggestions? Lennoxbear@aol.com