Beyond the Blue

Beyond the Blue, part14 by Lennoxbear@aol.com

The following is an erotic story involving gay relationships and male to male sex. If such offends you, leave.

It took about an hour for Dirt to realize Steve had insulted him, or so he thought he had been insulted. Dirt wasn't the brightest guy on the force and over the last few years had mastered the art of using less and less of his brain matter. He was sitting at home staring at the TV and swilling another beer when the conversation in the grocery store replayed in his head.

"Fucker, theses young buck cops think they know it all. Idiot liberals will be the death of us all." Dirt had grown accustomed to living on his own. His wife had long since divorced him and taken the kids with her. The divorce was due in part to not being able to cope as a cop's wife, especially when the cop didn't always use his head. It was also because of the drinking and the abusive way he got when he had a few. It never stopped with just a few. He clicked through the channels a couple of times and decided there was nothing worth watching. However, he could always find something on the net. He ambled into the kitchen for another beer. Drinks for cruising the porn sites. He idly played with his shriveled dick as the system booted up. Dirt still wasn't quite sure what possessed him to get a computer but it had turned into his closest companion. It had damn near turned into his only companion. His kids had learned to keep him at an arm's length quite some time ago, and since they now had lives of their own, they seldom came around. Dirt figured he was better off without them.

The familiar mail announcement made him feel a rush of momentary joy as he scrolled through the list of email spam from porn sites. He clicked on the first link and dismissed it as one he had visited before and which wasn't worth visiting again. The next site brought a long list of sites but he saw red at the number of gay links.

"Damn fucking faggots. Why can't they leave well enough alone? Fucking asshole perverts." He grumbled over the numerous links about how they would bring ruin to the world. In his anger he inadvertently connected to the first bodybuilding link. The page opened with the framed photo of a superhunk in posing briefs and flexed to enormous size? "Holy shit, that ain't no gay man." Curiosity got the better of him as he followed the page into a site of gay men totally devoted to the sport of bodybuilding and their love of men with muscles. He found himself swearing at the monitor as one after another of super big men came onto the screen. Dirt had long lived with the misconception that all gay men were limp wristed fairies who couldn't make a muscle if their life depended on it. The endless link to heavy-duty sports minded men upset him even more.

"Faggots are gonna ruin organized sports. Shit, I thought so, here's the real perverse stuff." His curiosity led him to a home page of a muscled leatherman, a musclebear. Like a detective out of control, Dirt followed link after link into, what he felt were the vilest of sexual deviants. He found himself hoping for park patrol soon so he could crack a few fairy heads in the woods. His wanderings took him to a man's page devoted to hairy musclemen and his friends.

"Damn, freaks could care less about who knows what they do, looka all these pictures of gay pervs. Hooooooooooolllllllllllllllly fuck. Lookee, wha' we have here, woooooooooo baby. I done hit the mother load." The friend's link open to reveal a muscle bound man in leather shorts and harness with his arm around another muscle freak. Dirt almost spilled his beer over his discovery.

"Woo, woo, woo. Am I ever gonna have a field day with this fucker. Ol' Al baby is about to be broadsided. I knew that fucking martial arts bullshit was a cover. Fuckin' queer cocksucking cop, I'll fix his ass. And where there's smoke, there's fire, gotta be some others on here I know in Chicago." Dirt pulled up the Internet directory and searched in Chicago for gay. When that proved overwhelming he narrowed his search to gay with bodybuilding and leather. The list shortened only slightly. Like a man possessed, he began checking profiles and links to find pictures of other people he may know. About 20 minutes into his search he hit on a group of pages all linked as friends. Each man was handsome and well built and not the least bit shy about their private lives. His hands froze on the keyboard and mouse. Too late, his hand went to his mouth. Keyboards were not likely to be great to use after puking on them. He ran for the bathroom and spilled his guts. Alone and dejected, he slumped to the cold tile floor and hung over the edge of the toilet bowl, crying.

Two bottles of wine, two beers each and one huge pizza later, Steve and Art were laughing and joking like too old friends. They found out they had a lot in common including tastes in music and art. Art had remarked how neat and orderly Steve's apartment was, including the alphabetically arranged CD's.

"What? A straight man can't be neat and orderly?"

"Uh, Stevie boy, you border on poster child for anal retentive, look at his place. Everything is neatly in its place and clean. That's not how a normal straight man lives."

"How would you know how a normal straight man lives?"

"Oh, I've done a few."

"Oh." Steve's face went blank as the reality of the night hit him.

"What's wrong? Does that shock you? That I've done straight men or that straight men are willing to let a gay man get them off? Tell me you've never been with a woman for a mercy fuck." Steve looked over at Art slouched on the sofa only a couple of feet away. The man was handsome in a distinguished salt-and-pepper way with a body any man would be proud to have. He was bright, energetic and fun. Steve put his beer on the table and cleared his throat.

"I've been with a couple of women and admit I'm not proud of it but..."

"But, you would never do it with a man? Sorry, I think men just like to get off at times and it doesn't matter if it's a man or a woman sucking their cock."

"Sometimes it does matter."

"I s'pose, why?"

"Cause earlier tonight, I stopped at my brother's. My gay brother's. To apologize for being such a shit head. And he was meeting a guy for a date and the guy turned out to be someone from my gym."

"Does that surprise you, that someone from your gym turned out to be a gay man?"

"Not anymore, there seems to be a run on them all of a sudden." Steve slumped back on the sofa with his arm over his head. "We had sex, we played around, the three of us. They sucked me. I sucked them. I fucked my brother. I love my brother more than anything else in the world and I fucking dicked him. What the hell does that make me?" He started to sob and Art slid closer.

"That doesn't make you anything, let alone any less than the person you are. Did he tell you not to do it?" Steve shook his head no. "Then, maybe the only one who has an issue with it is you. Like it or not, you will have to face him again and deal with whether or not it screwed up your relationship. My bet is, it didn't. But there's more to this isn't there?"

Steve shrugged his shoulders and waved his hands. "I don't know. I like being around men, working out with big beefy muscular men. I admire what other guys have done with their bodies and I compare my own to theirs."

"Men do that all the time, it's only natural. It doesn't mean you're gay."

"I wonder." Deep sigh. "Wondered. What it would be like to be with another man who fits this macho ideal, body to body, naked. Completely together."

"Hmmmmm." Steve sat up and looked deeply in to Art's handsome face. He put his right arm around the man's back and his left around his neck to bring them together in a long, wet passionate kiss.

Al got up about 2:00 AM to piss. He looked at his reflection in the bathroom mirror and thought he saw a change. A change brought about by his being open and in love with his partner of five years. A desire he finally brought to reality tonight when Jim fucked him. He walked back across the bedroom and stopped to look at Jim sprawled across the bed in the moonlight, diagonally. Bed hog. Jim's muscular body was soft and sexy in the moonlight covered only slightly by the sheet. Al placed his knee on the side of the bed and lowered his hot body onto his partner. His big hard cock nestled into Jim's buttcrack, which flexed around it as the big man woke up.

Al ran his arms out over Jim's and began making love to the man's thick neck, biting the folds of skin and licking along his ears and sides of his neck. Jim moaned. Al's hands closed fingers with Jim's. The beefy butt humped up against the still growing cock. Al licked all across the muscled neck and licked at the hard round traps.

"Fuck Al, you're like a furnace. Hmmm, keep it up." Jim began breathing deeper and in short gasps.

"It's time Jim."

"For what?"

"To finish." Al slowly began working his way down Jim's broad back, biting, licking, and sucking the firm flesh. Massaging the hot muscles with his callused hands. He ground his hard pecs and nips against Jim's beefy butt. Al slid to one side despite Jim's whimpering and massaged the thick hamstrings and thicker calves. Jim responded by flexing the muscles and groaning louder. Al smiled in the moonlight and looked at the shadows of muscles on the big man. He slid back between Jim's legs and spread the round buttcheeks to expose Jim's virgin hole. The hot tongue against his ass sent shivers down Jim's spine and brought out sounds Al had never heard Jim make before. The tongue worked from the base of Jim's fat low hangers to the small of his back. Al paused for a second before beginning the full tongue assault deep into Jim's ass. Jim let out a long low sigh and all the breath he had in his lungs.

"Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhmannnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnn, I never knew it could be this good. That's fucking incredible." Al reached under the prone cop and pulled the hard dick and balls out to suck and lick on them awhile. "Fuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuckkkkkkkk, mmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm. Don't do that Al, I'll cum."

"You'll cum when I tell you to and that will be with my dick up this wet butthole as you straddle my chest. I want your first fuck-load on my chest Jimmy boy.

"Then you better stop what you're doing now."

"Fine, then I'll do something else." Al stopped all activity for a few moments until Jim thought he might have quit altogether. Then he felt cold wet goo being spread on his hole and Al's long fingers begin to loosen him more. Al slid one finger easily into Jim's ass. Then two. Three took a bit more doing as Jim humped his hand and moaned into the pillow. Al settled on three and worked them until he felt Jim was tensing again. Jim felt Al's arm against his neck as the man balanced himself on one arm and positioned his slick dick against the now eager hole.

"Relax buddy. Take a deep, deep breath. Now relax and let it out." Al felt the big head of his dick pop into Jim's ass and he stopped. Jim whimpered. Al slowly pushed in and Jim relaxed and did as Al instructed him. After several minutes, Al's big nine-incher was buried in Jim's butt and Jim was moaning non-stop.

"Geez, sucker, you'll wake everyone up." Jim humped his ass against the big prick.

"I don't care, shit that's hot. Fuck me Al." Carefully and slowly Al pulled back out and pushed back in until he could pick up the rhythm and Jim began humping back at him. He hugged his arms around Jim's chest and began pinching Jim's sensitive tits. The man gasped and Al thought for sure he had dumped his load but Jim only buried his face back into the pillow and groaned what became a long low growl. Al plowed his buddy's butt for 20 minutes fighting off the urge to shoot his own load. He wanted Jim's first assfucking to be well worth the wait.

Slowly he pulled his dick from Jim's ass as the sweaty cop protested with long moans. Al flipped to his back and held his slick cock straight up from his sticky crotch. "Sit on this fucker, pig." Jim stood on the bed and lowered his body in a slow creeping squat until his ass was once again filled with hot cock. Al smiled up at the sexed out man.

"How many times have I told you to go fuck yourself? Well, now's the time." Jim eagerly bounced on the hot dick until he felt his nuts swell and rise up.

"I'm gonna shoot Al."

"On my chest."

"You ready? You gonna give me a big load?"

"On my chest Jim."

"Up my ass Al.

"No, on my chest."

"Up my asssssssssssss, oh fuck." Jim's load shot out and caught Al across the face and down his chest in buckets. His ass clamped down on Al's swelling cock as Al filled his butt with hot hot juice.

"Too late for on my chest."

"Oh gawd, is it ever." Jim looked down at Al's cum streaked face and giggled.

"I'm sorry."

"Don't be, that was hot." Al wiped the cum from his cheek and held it up toward Jim. The last thing he expected was for Jim to gulp down the load. He licked Al's hand clean then stretched out on top of the hot sticky man.

"That was awesome, we gotta do that again."

"In time."

"No, soon."

"Uh, might I remind you that I am the card carrying bottom man in this relationship."

"Not anymore you're not." Jim snuggled against Al as the man stroked his back. Jim felt Al's dick slide from his butt and tensed. Another gob of cum shot from Jim's half-hard cock and dripped onto Al's balls. Eric found them tangled together in the morning.

"Rise and shine girls, it's time to workout."

"Oh man, what time is it?" Al looked up at the big grinning steely blue eyes of Eric's then down at the freaky huge body in tank top and tight, tight shorts.

"Eight thirty, workout's at nine. Protein shakes are downstairs waiting. Come on, hop to." He slapped Jim's bare ass then stopped. Eric looked at the two men then at his hand. He smiled at Jim.

"Congratulations, today you are a man." Jim blushed.

"Do I have that glow?"

"Yeah right, you're butt is crusty with cum, get up, the weights are waiting. They ain't gonna lift themselves." Eric walked toward the door then turned and smiled at Al. "I think you got it right this time."

Eric pushed his four guests through an intense grueling workout. He moved them through heavy-duty chest and arm work that had all of them complaining but also smiling happily about their pumps. The four horny men were not only good at their workouts but also good in support for each other. Any time someone's dick looked a bit droopy, one of the four was only too glad to grope him and get him going again. By the time they were finished, all were shirtless and sweaty. Nips weren't safe. The more they pumped their chests, the more they twisted and pinched each other's hard tits. Eric had to intercede several times when the person being spotted found the grip on their dick and not on the bar.

"You guys are way too much. I compliment you on our workouts but keeping you focused on the task at hand was not easy. Those hands keep wandering."

"Like we're supposed to focus when the man leading us has a dick the size of a fire hydrant stuffed inside those spandex shorts." Bo cupped Eric's basket and to everyone's amazement, the coiled snake began to grow larger.

"Hey, we aren't totally finished yet. I thought we agreed to run a couple of mile for cardio? If you keep that up. I'll be forced to run naked. Ready to run?"

The four men all looked at each other and smirked. Without saying a word, they each stripped off their shorts and waited. Eric ran his hand over his sweaty face and shaved head and slowly shook his head.

"Guess I asked for that, eh?" He peeled the skin tights shorts down over the humongous quads and stood naked before the four horny men. His monster cock flopped over the orange size balls and swung from side to side. "Ready to hit the trail?"

"Is it safe to run with that thing looses like that?" Al smacked Jim's ass for that comment. Jim just bent over to beg for more.

"Control him long enough to get a couple miles in, will ya? Let's go." The five men headed out the back door and up the hill to the woods and the trail Eric had laid out through the trees. The four men plodded along, each fighting growing erections for various reasons. Jim brought up the rear, following Al and thinking how quickly his life was changing and how he was going to have to deal with all of it when the weekend ended. He ran along thinking about how much he wanted a life with Al and how to end things with his wife. He was deep in thought planning the conversation when the group left the trail and headed into a thick section of trees. He almost fell on top of Al when he stopped abruptly.

"Hey, I know I'm sweaty but I would prefer you not just skewer me with your dick." Al caught Jim before he fell. The two sweaty bodies together got both men rock hard. They caught up with the others in a small clearing on the ridge over looking the valley and stream below. They commented on how beautiful and peaceful the setting was. Not to mention secluded. Jim stood on a rock looking down at the stream below.

"You could come out here and get naked and fool around and nobody would see you." He turned around to find Bo on his knees alternating between sucking Kenny's hard dick and Eric's monster shaft. Al stood with his arms folded across his chest. He wiggled his hips so his big hard dick swung from side to side.

"You are a little slow on the upload sometimes buddy." Jim walked back over to the four men and fell to his knees next to Bo to suck down Kenny's thick shaft. Al slid behind Bo and spit on his dick. He added another load of spit to Bo's already sweaty butt crack and slid his cock into his cop buddy. Bo lost his balance momentarily and almost choked when his throat filled with Eric's big dick. He stood up to give Al better access to his ass and was soon groaning between the two muscle men. Jim braced himself against a rock and waved his hard butt at Kenny. The big mechanic lost no time in finding a tight space for his tool. Al watched as Jim's face grimace with the intrusion of the big shaft. Kenny took it slowly and soon had Jim rocking back and forth on his thick shaft. Jim's eyes glazed over. Al realized that Jim was becoming a true cock loving pig. Al and Eric changed places as Bo's bucking increased with the big man's cock. Eric slammed his cock into Bo's sweaty black ass and forced the grunting cop to swallow Al's meaty member to the balls. Bo's own dick was slamming off his taunt abs as the man got fucked harder and harder.

Al could just reach Jim's right nipple and gave the hard point a sharp twist. Jim whimpered loudly and slammed back against Kenny's cock. Kenny leaned back and fucked the moaning cop and worked his own nips. He pulled out and let Al take over fucking Jim as Jim chowed down on the cock that had just been up his butt. The new cop piglet was grunting happily as he got plowed from both ends.

Steve woke up that morning alone in his bed. For a brief moment he panicked that he wasn't alone, but Art was nowhere to be found. He lay on his back in bed and stared at the ceiling stroking his hard dick. The thought of Art sitting next to him the night before in his snug shirt and jeans showing off the tight muscular body made Steve increase the tempo on his dick. He closed his eyes and saw Art fucking. A woman. He saw the hot waitress from the coffee shop where he and Bo stop and visualized Art in bed naked with this woman. His cum shot over his chest and he lay still.

Steve had planted a deep, passionate kiss on Art the night before. They had killed a couple bottles of wine and a couple of beers with their pizza and Steve reacted to the closeness of the hot handsome man. Art returned the heat of the kiss then broke it off and nuzzled against the young man's thick neck.

"This really isn't what you want is it?" Steve flopped back on the sofa. His hard dick was obvious through his jeans. He looked at the older man, his thickly muscled chest and obvious hard nipples, his round full biceps and the hard dick straining against the front of the jeans. He rested his hand on the hot thigh and shook his head no. "What happened earlier tonight, you mentioned being at your brother's apartment?"

Steve let out a long slow sigh and told Art the whole story of how Marsh and Jack had both sucked him and he them and how it ended up that he fucked his brother. More because his brother seemed to want him to do it than him wanting to do it. In the heat of the moment he thought maybe he had finally realized he was also gay. But something just didn't fit.

Art sat back on the sofa next to Steve, their shoulders touching and Steve's hand still on his thigh. "I don't understand myself. I love women, love having sex with women. But, at the same time, I love being around guys who lift and workout and I find myself thinking how hot that guy looks. How handsome he is. And wondering how big his dick is. Then, I think, I must also be gay."

"Was the little event at your brother's the first experience with another man?"

"No, as a kid we had jackoff contests with other guys in the neighbourhood. We teased each other, played grab-ass games, all that stuff."

"And now you like being around other guys who like to lift and workout as much as you do. You played football in school and liked to be around those guys too. Didn't you?" Steve shook his head yes. "First, Stevie, being around guys who like the same sports as you do, as passionately as you do, doesn't make you gay. Comparing yourself to other men, both body and dick, doesn't make you gay. Only makes you human, sorry to disappoint you."

"Then why do I feel, like, you know, attracted to you?"

"Cause I'm such a hot stud." Both men paused then Art laughed. "Get over it. Maybe you have some bisexual tendencies. Do you want to have sex with me now, hot sweaty man to man sex, our cocks grinding against each other, you fucking me, me fucking you. Do you?"

"No, not really."

"So, maybe you just need to think about the fact that you appreciate men who workout and the work it takes to build those bodies."

Steve looked at Art's smiling face and turned sideways on the sofa, not removing his hand from Art's thigh on purpose. They talked for another hour and a half about Steve, and being gay and not necessarily being gay. By midnight, they were laughing like two old, long-lost friends. Two old friends who cared enough to hug each other and touch but who knew there wasn't a sexual meaning attached to it. Art made Steve feel comfortable with his feelings toward men and made him promise that if he got the urge to have gay sex, it would be with him.

Art left for his apartment shortly after midnight. They had promised to have breakfast together the next morning. Steve had come to grips with a lot of his feelings, thanks to Art. He felt he was pretty lucky to have grown up and discovered he was as "open minded" about these things as he was. All in all, he felt pretty lucky to have Marsh as a brother and for the experiences he was learning about himself.

The doorbell rang and Steve looked at the alarm clock. Nine AM. He had agreed to breakfast with Art at nine. He quickly wiped the cum from his chest and ran to the door. Carefully opening it and standing behind it, he asked Art to come in and wait while he showered.

"Oh sure, after we spend hours talking about male bodies you stand in front of me naked and expect me to just behave myself." Art made a grab for Steve's still half hard dick but Steve jumped out of the way.

"Hey, you put a ring on this finger and we'll talk about sex." Steve held up his hand and Art smacked it.

"Go take a shower you tease."

To be continued, comments- suggestions? Lennoxbear@aol.com

Beyond the Blue, part14 by Lennoxbear@aol.com

The following is an erotic story involving gay relationships and male to male sex. If such offends you, leave.

It took about an hour for Dirt to realize Steve had insulted him, or so he thought he had been insulted. Dirt wasn't the brightest guy on the force and over the last few years had mastered the art of using less and less of his brain matter. He was sitting at home staring at the TV and swilling another beer when the conversation in the grocery store replayed in his head.

"Fucker, theses young buck cops think they know it all. Idiot liberals will be the death of us all." Dirt had grown accustomed to living on his own. His wife had long since divorced him and taken the kids with her. The divorce was due in part to not being able to cope as a cop's wife, especially when the cop didn't always use his head. It was also because of the drinking and the abusive way he got when he had a few. It never stopped with just a few. He clicked through the channels a couple of times and decided there was nothing worth watching. However, he could always find something on the net. He ambled into the kitchen for another beer. Drinks for cruising the porn sites. He idly played with his shriveled dick as the system booted up. Dirt still wasn't quite sure what possessed him to get a computer but it had turned into his closest companion. It had damn near turned into his only companion. His kids had learned to keep him at an arm's length quite some time ago, and since they now had lives of their own, they seldom came around. Dirt figured he was better off without them.

The familiar mail announcement made him feel a rush of momentary joy as he scrolled through the list of email spam from porn sites. He clicked on the first link and dismissed it as one he had visited before and which wasn't worth visiting again. The next site brought a long list of sites but he saw red at the number of gay links.

"Damn fucking faggots. Why can't they leave well enough alone? Fucking asshole perverts." He grumbled over the numerous links about how they would bring ruin to the world. In his anger he inadvertently connected to the first bodybuilding link. The page opened with the framed photo of a superhunk in posing briefs and flexed to enormous size? "Holy shit, that ain't no gay man." Curiosity got the better of him as he followed the page into a site of gay men totally devoted to the sport of bodybuilding and their love of men with muscles. He found himself swearing at the monitor as one after another of super big men came onto the screen. Dirt had long lived with the misconception that all gay men were limp wristed fairies who couldn't make a muscle if their life depended on it. The endless link to heavy-duty sports minded men upset him even more.

"Faggots are gonna ruin organized sports. Shit, I thought so, here's the real perverse stuff." His curiosity led him to a home page of a muscled leatherman, a musclebear. Like a detective out of control, Dirt followed link after link into, what he felt were the vilest of sexual deviants. He found himself hoping for park patrol soon so he could crack a few fairy heads in the woods. His wanderings took him to a man's page devoted to hairy musclemen and his friends.

"Damn, freaks could care less about who knows what they do, looka all these pictures of gay pervs. Hooooooooooolllllllllllllllly fuck. Lookee, wha' we have here, woooooooooo baby. I done hit the mother load." The friend's link open to reveal a muscle bound man in leather shorts and harness with his arm around another muscle freak. Dirt almost spilled his beer over his discovery.

"Woo, woo, woo. Am I ever gonna have a field day with this fucker. Ol' Al baby is about to be broadsided. I knew that fucking martial arts bullshit was a cover. Fuckin' queer cocksucking cop, I'll fix his ass. And where there's smoke, there's fire, gotta be some others on here I know in Chicago." Dirt pulled up the Internet directory and searched in Chicago for gay. When that proved overwhelming he narrowed his search to gay with bodybuilding and leather. The list shortened only slightly. Like a man possessed, he began checking profiles and links to find pictures of other people he may know. About 20 minutes into his search he hit on a group of pages all linked as friends. Each man was handsome and well built and not the least bit shy about their private lives. His hands froze on the keyboard and mouse. Too late, his hand went to his mouth. Keyboards were not likely to be great to use after puking on them. He ran for the bathroom and spilled his guts. Alone and dejected, he slumped to the cold tile floor and hung over the edge of the toilet bowl, crying.

Two bottles of wine, two beers each and one huge pizza later, Steve and Art were laughing and joking like too old friends. They found out they had a lot in common including tastes in music and art. Art had remarked how neat and orderly Steve's apartment was, including the alphabetically arranged CD's.

"What? A straight man can't be neat and orderly?"

"Uh, Stevie boy, you border on poster child for anal retentive, look at his place. Everything is neatly in its place and clean. That's not how a normal straight man lives."

"How would you know how a normal straight man lives?"

"Oh, I've done a few."

"Oh." Steve's face went blank as the reality of the night hit him.

"What's wrong? Does that shock you? That I've done straight men or that straight men are willing to let a gay man get them off? Tell me you've never been with a woman for a mercy fuck." Steve looked over at Art slouched on the sofa only a couple of feet away. The man was handsome in a distinguished salt-and-pepper way with a body any man would be proud to have. He was bright, energetic and fun. Steve put his beer on the table and cleared his throat.

"I've been with a couple of women and admit I'm not proud of it but..."

"But, you would never do it with a man? Sorry, I think men just like to get off at times and it doesn't matter if it's a man or a woman sucking their cock."

"Sometimes it does matter."

"I s'pose, why?"

"Cause earlier tonight, I stopped at my brother's. My gay brother's. To apologize for being such a shit head. And he was meeting a guy for a date and the guy turned out to be someone from my gym."

"Does that surprise you, that someone from your gym turned out to be a gay man?"

"Not anymore, there seems to be a run on them all of a sudden." Steve slumped back on the sofa with his arm over his head. "We had sex, we played around, the three of us. They sucked me. I sucked them. I fucked my brother. I love my brother more than anything else in the world and I fucking dicked him. What the hell does that make me?" He started to sob and Art slid closer.

"That doesn't make you anything, let alone any less than the person you are. Did he tell you not to do it?" Steve shook his head no. "Then, maybe the only one who has an issue with it is you. Like it or not, you will have to face him again and deal with whether or not it screwed up your relationship. My bet is, it didn't. But there's more to this isn't there?"

Steve shrugged his shoulders and waved his hands. "I don't know. I like being around men, working out with big beefy muscular men. I admire what other guys have done with their bodies and I compare my own to theirs."

"Men do that all the time, it's only natural. It doesn't mean you're gay."

"I wonder." Deep sigh. "Wondered. What it would be like to be with another man who fits this macho ideal, body to body, naked. Completely together."

"Hmmmmm." Steve sat up and looked deeply in to Art's handsome face. He put his right arm around the man's back and his left around his neck to bring them together in a long, wet passionate kiss.

Al got up about 2:00 AM to piss. He looked at his reflection in the bathroom mirror and thought he saw a change. A change brought about by his being open and in love with his partner of five years. A desire he finally brought to reality tonight when Jim fucked him. He walked back across the bedroom and stopped to look at Jim sprawled across the bed in the moonlight, diagonally. Bed hog. Jim's muscular body was soft and sexy in the moonlight covered only slightly by the sheet. Al placed his knee on the side of the bed and lowered his hot body onto his partner. His big hard cock nestled into Jim's buttcrack, which flexed around it as the big man woke up.

Al ran his arms out over Jim's and began making love to the man's thick neck, biting the folds of skin and licking along his ears and sides of his neck. Jim moaned. Al's hands closed fingers with Jim's. The beefy butt humped up against the still growing cock. Al licked all across the muscled neck and licked at the hard round traps.

"Fuck Al, you're like a furnace. Hmmm, keep it up." Jim began breathing deeper and in short gasps.

"It's time Jim."

"For what?"

"To finish." Al slowly began working his way down Jim's broad back, biting, licking, and sucking the firm flesh. Massaging the hot muscles with his callused hands. He ground his hard pecs and nips against Jim's beefy butt. Al slid to one side despite Jim's whimpering and massaged the thick hamstrings and thicker calves. Jim responded by flexing the muscles and groaning louder. Al smiled in the moonlight and looked at the shadows of muscles on the big man. He slid back between Jim's legs and spread the round buttcheeks to expose Jim's virgin hole. The hot tongue against his ass sent shivers down Jim's spine and brought out sounds Al had never heard Jim make before. The tongue worked from the base of Jim's fat low hangers to the small of his back. Al paused for a second before beginning the full tongue assault deep into Jim's ass. Jim let out a long low sigh and all the breath he had in his lungs.

"Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhmannnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnn, I never knew it could be this good. That's fucking incredible." Al reached under the prone cop and pulled the hard dick and balls out to suck and lick on them awhile. "Fuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuckkkkkkkk, mmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm. Don't do that Al, I'll cum."

"You'll cum when I tell you to and that will be with my dick up this wet butthole as you straddle my chest. I want your first fuck-load on my chest Jimmy boy.

"Then you better stop what you're doing now."

"Fine, then I'll do something else." Al stopped all activity for a few moments until Jim thought he might have quit altogether. Then he felt cold wet goo being spread on his hole and Al's long fingers begin to loosen him more. Al slid one finger easily into Jim's ass. Then two. Three took a bit more doing as Jim humped his hand and moaned into the pillow. Al settled on three and worked them until he felt Jim was tensing again. Jim felt Al's arm against his neck as the man balanced himself on one arm and positioned his slick dick against the now eager hole.

"Relax buddy. Take a deep, deep breath. Now relax and let it out." Al felt the big head of his dick pop into Jim's ass and he stopped. Jim whimpered. Al slowly pushed in and Jim relaxed and did as Al instructed him. After several minutes, Al's big nine-incher was buried in Jim's butt and Jim was moaning non-stop.

"Geez, sucker, you'll wake everyone up." Jim humped his ass against the big prick.

"I don't care, shit that's hot. Fuck me Al." Carefully and slowly Al pulled back out and pushed back in until he could pick up the rhythm and Jim began humping back at him. He hugged his arms around Jim's chest and began pinching Jim's sensitive tits. The man gasped and Al thought for sure he had dumped his load but Jim only buried his face back into the pillow and groaned what became a long low growl. Al plowed his buddy's butt for 20 minutes fighting off the urge to shoot his own load. He wanted Jim's first assfucking to be well worth the wait.

Slowly he pulled his dick from Jim's ass as the sweaty cop protested with long moans. Al flipped to his back and held his slick cock straight up from his sticky crotch. "Sit on this fucker, pig." Jim stood on the bed and lowered his body in a slow creeping squat until his ass was once again filled with hot cock. Al smiled up at the sexed out man.

"How many times have I told you to go fuck yourself? Well, now's the time." Jim eagerly bounced on the hot dick until he felt his nuts swell and rise up.

"I'm gonna shoot Al."

"On my chest."

"You ready? You gonna give me a big load?"

"On my chest Jim."

"Up my ass Al.

"No, on my chest."

"Up my asssssssssssss, oh fuck." Jim's load shot out and caught Al across the face and down his chest in buckets. His ass clamped down on Al's swelling cock as Al filled his butt with hot hot juice.

"Too late for on my chest."

"Oh gawd, is it ever." Jim looked down at Al's cum streaked face and giggled.

"I'm sorry."

"Don't be, that was hot." Al wiped the cum from his cheek and held it up toward Jim. The last thing he expected was for Jim to gulp down the load. He licked Al's hand clean then stretched out on top of the hot sticky man.

"That was awesome, we gotta do that again."

"In time."

"No, soon."

"Uh, might I remind you that I am the card carrying bottom man in this relationship."

"Not anymore you're not." Jim snuggled against Al as the man stroked his back. Jim felt Al's dick slide from his butt and tensed. Another gob of cum shot from Jim's half-hard cock and dripped onto Al's balls. Eric found them tangled together in the morning.

"Rise and shine girls, it's time to workout."

"Oh man, what time is it?" Al looked up at the big grinning steely blue eyes of Eric's then down at the freaky huge body in tank top and tight, tight shorts.

"Eight thirty, workout's at nine. Protein shakes are downstairs waiting. Come on, hop to." He slapped Jim's bare ass then stopped. Eric looked at the two men then at his hand. He smiled at Jim.

"Congratulations, today you are a man." Jim blushed.

"Do I have that glow?"

"Yeah right, you're butt is crusty with cum, get up, the weights are waiting. They ain't gonna lift themselves." Eric walked toward the door then turned and smiled at Al. "I think you got it right this time."

Eric pushed his four guests through an intense grueling workout. He moved them through heavy-duty chest and arm work that had all of them complaining but also smiling happily about their pumps. The four horny men were not only good at their workouts but also good in support for each other. Any time someone's dick looked a bit droopy, one of the four was only too glad to grope him and get him going again. By the time they were finished, all were shirtless and sweaty. Nips weren't safe. The more they pumped their chests, the more they twisted and pinched each other's hard tits. Eric had to intercede several times when the person being spotted found the grip on their dick and not on the bar.

"You guys are way too much. I compliment you on our workouts but keeping you focused on the task at hand was not easy. Those hands keep wandering."

"Like we're supposed to focus when the man leading us has a dick the size of a fire hydrant stuffed inside those spandex shorts." Bo cupped Eric's basket and to everyone's amazement, the coiled snake began to grow larger.

"Hey, we aren't totally finished yet. I thought we agreed to run a couple of mile for cardio? If you keep that up. I'll be forced to run naked. Ready to run?"

The four men all looked at each other and smirked. Without saying a word, they each stripped off their shorts and waited. Eric ran his hand over his sweaty face and shaved head and slowly shook his head.

"Guess I asked for that, eh?" He peeled the skin tights shorts down over the humongous quads and stood naked before the four horny men. His monster cock flopped over the orange size balls and swung from side to side. "Ready to hit the trail?"

"Is it safe to run with that thing looses like that?" Al smacked Jim's ass for that comment. Jim just bent over to beg for more.

"Control him long enough to get a couple miles in, will ya? Let's go." The five men headed out the back door and up the hill to the woods and the trail Eric had laid out through the trees. The four men plodded along, each fighting growing erections for various reasons. Jim brought up the rear, following Al and thinking how quickly his life was changing and how he was going to have to deal with all of it when the weekend ended. He ran along thinking about how much he wanted a life with Al and how to end things with his wife. He was deep in thought planning the conversation when the group left the trail and headed into a thick section of trees. He almost fell on top of Al when he stopped abruptly.

"Hey, I know I'm sweaty but I would prefer you not just skewer me with your dick." Al caught Jim before he fell. The two sweaty bodies together got both men rock hard. They caught up with the others in a small clearing on the ridge over looking the valley and stream below. They commented on how beautiful and peaceful the setting was. Not to mention secluded. Jim stood on a rock looking down at the stream below.

"You could come out here and get naked and fool around and nobody would see you." He turned around to find Bo on his knees alternating between sucking Kenny's hard dick and Eric's monster shaft. Al stood with his arms folded across his chest. He wiggled his hips so his big hard dick swung from side to side.

"You are a little slow on the upload sometimes buddy." Jim walked back over to the four men and fell to his knees next to Bo to suck down Kenny's thick shaft. Al slid behind Bo and spit on his dick. He added another load of spit to Bo's already sweaty butt crack and slid his cock into his cop buddy. Bo lost his balance momentarily and almost choked when his throat filled with Eric's big dick. He stood up to give Al better access to his ass and was soon groaning between the two muscle men. Jim braced himself against a rock and waved his hard butt at Kenny. The big mechanic lost no time in finding a tight space for his tool. Al watched as Jim's face grimace with the intrusion of the big shaft. Kenny took it slowly and soon had Jim rocking back and forth on his thick shaft. Jim's eyes glazed over. Al realized that Jim was becoming a true cock loving pig. Al and Eric changed places as Bo's bucking increased with the big man's cock. Eric slammed his cock into Bo's sweaty black ass and forced the grunting cop to swallow Al's meaty member to the balls. Bo's own dick was slamming off his taunt abs as the man got fucked harder and harder.

Al could just reach Jim's right nipple and gave the hard point a sharp twist. Jim whimpered loudly and slammed back against Kenny's cock. Kenny leaned back and fucked the moaning cop and worked his own nips. He pulled out and let Al take over fucking Jim as Jim chowed down on the cock that had just been up his butt. The new cop piglet was grunting happily as he got plowed from both ends.

Steve woke up that morning alone in his bed. For a brief moment he panicked that he wasn't alone, but Art was nowhere to be found. He lay on his back in bed and stared at the ceiling stroking his hard dick. The thought of Art sitting next to him the night before in his snug shirt and jeans showing off the tight muscular body made Steve increase the tempo on his dick. He closed his eyes and saw Art fucking. A woman. He saw the hot waitress from the coffee shop where he and Bo stop and visualized Art in bed naked with this woman. His cum shot over his chest and he lay still.

Steve had planted a deep, passionate kiss on Art the night before. They had killed a couple bottles of wine and a couple of beers with their pizza and Steve reacted to the closeness of the hot handsome man. Art returned the heat of the kiss then broke it off and nuzzled against the young man's thick neck.

"This really isn't what you want is it?" Steve flopped back on the sofa. His hard dick was obvious through his jeans. He looked at the older man, his thickly muscled chest and obvious hard nipples, his round full biceps and the hard dick straining against the front of the jeans. He rested his hand on the hot thigh and shook his head no. "What happened earlier tonight, you mentioned being at your brother's apartment?"

Steve let out a long slow sigh and told Art the whole story of how Marsh and Jack had both sucked him and he them and how it ended up that he fucked his brother. More because his brother seemed to want him to do it than him wanting to do it. In the heat of the moment he thought maybe he had finally realized he was also gay. But something just didn't fit.

Art sat back on the sofa next to Steve, their shoulders touching and Steve's hand still on his thigh. "I don't understand myself. I love women, love having sex with women. But, at the same time, I love being around guys who lift and workout and I find myself thinking how hot that guy looks. How handsome he is. And wondering how big his dick is. Then, I think, I must also be gay."

"Was the little event at your brother's the first experience with another man?"

"No, as a kid we had jackoff contests with other guys in the neighbourhood. We teased each other, played grab-ass games, all that stuff."

"And now you like being around other guys who like to lift and workout as much as you do. You played football in school and liked to be around those guys too. Didn't you?" Steve shook his head yes. "First, Stevie, being around guys who like the same sports as you do, as passionately as you do, doesn't make you gay. Comparing yourself to other men, both body and dick, doesn't make you gay. Only makes you human, sorry to disappoint you."

"Then why do I feel, like, you know, attracted to you?"

"Cause I'm such a hot stud." Both men paused then Art laughed. "Get over it. Maybe you have some bisexual tendencies. Do you want to have sex with me now, hot sweaty man to man sex, our cocks grinding against each other, you fucking me, me fucking you. Do you?"

"No, not really."

"So, maybe you just need to think about the fact that you appreciate men who workout and the work it takes to build those bodies."

Steve looked at Art's smiling face and turned sideways on the sofa, not removing his hand from Art's thigh on purpose. They talked for another hour and a half about Steve, and being gay and not necessarily being gay. By midnight, they were laughing like two old, long-lost friends. Two old friends who cared enough to hug each other and touch but who knew there wasn't a sexual meaning attached to it. Art made Steve feel comfortable with his feelings toward men and made him promise that if he got the urge to have gay sex, it would be with him.

Art left for his apartment shortly after midnight. They had promised to have breakfast together the next morning. Steve had come to grips with a lot of his feelings, thanks to Art. He felt he was pretty lucky to have grown up and discovered he was as "open minded" about these things as he was. All in all, he felt pretty lucky to have Marsh as a brother and for the experiences he was learning about himself.

The doorbell rang and Steve looked at the alarm clock. Nine AM. He had agreed to breakfast with Art at nine. He quickly wiped the cum from his chest and ran to the door. Carefully opening it and standing behind it, he asked Art to come in and wait while he showered.

"Oh sure, after we spend hours talking about male bodies you stand in front of me naked and expect me to just behave myself." Art made a grab for Steve's still half hard dick but Steve jumped out of the way.

"Hey, you put a ring on this finger and we'll talk about sex." Steve held up his hand and Art smacked it.

"Go take a shower you tease."

To be continued, comments- suggestions? Lennoxbear@aol.com