Beyond the Blue, part 2 by lennoxbear@aol.com
The following is an erotic story involving gay relationships and male to male sex. If such offends you, leave.
The accident happened shortly after their shift began. Two cars, a pick-up truck and a tractor-trailer skidded on rain slick city streets. Traffic quickly snarled and the happy rush hour came to an abrupt end. Jim and Al were dispatched to help at the scene. Jim quickly began redirecting traffic with the aid of two other cop cars. Al assisted the paramedics with the injuries. The truck driver was uninjured and helped wherever he could. The accident happened when a woman making a quick beat-the-oncoming-traffic-at-the-intersection-left-turn, skidded out of control on the wet asphalt. Her tires were found to be low on tread. Her speed and lack of maneuverability in the rain caused her to spin into an oncoming car, which was then rear-ended by pick-up truck. The tractor-trailer skidded to a stop but not without some jack-knifing to block the intersection.
The woman driving the second vehicle was the most injured. Paramedics assisted her and the first driver while Al helped the driver of the pick-up truck. The man was in his late 30's, in what appeared to be excellent shape with salt and pepper hair, a thick bushy moustache and beefy legs that showed through the snug jeans. He had received a cut forehead and was sitting quietly while Al assisted with first aid in the police cruiser. They had drawn the Crown Vic that morning and if nothing else, the rear seat could accommodate a small army.
He was pleasant enough and obviously worried about the other drivers. Al instructed him to be calm and remain seated just in case there was a slight concussion. The paramedics would be taking him to the hospital for a check-up. Al retrieved his belongings from the truck and made arrangements to have the black Dakota towed to a body shop near his home. As Al got the man's stuff he noticed the rainbow air freshener and wondered. He looked at the back of the truck and sure enough on the bumper was two stickers. One rainbow flag and a leather flag were displayed proudly. Al handed him his stuff and smiled. Too bad he was on duty.
The paramedics took off with the first two drivers. The second crew helped the pick-up driver into their van and sped off. Jim and Al unsnarled the tractor-trailer and got traffic back to normal. They stopped for coffee and to do some paperwork. Jim began sneezing almost immediately.
"I told you to wear your rain coat, but noooooooooooooo, would you listen? Now you're getting a cold aren't you."
"No, mother." Jim sniffed and blew his nose.
"Then why are you sitting there sneezing and shivering."
"It's something to do while we finish this boring paperwork. I'll take some aspirin and vitamin c and I'll be fine." Al looked at him skeptically and refocused on the task at hand. By the time they stopped for lunch, Jim was miserable but stubbornly refused to admit he just might be getting sick. He sipped on chicken soup and toast for lunch and managed to make it through the rest of the day. Al sent him home without a workout, which only pissed Jim off more. He hated being sick but hated missing gym time even more. Jim drove off in a funk but vowed he would be at work tomorrow. Al knew it was useless to argue. Jim was loyal to his job and partner and would be there even if it meant showing up on his deathbed.
Al was about to go out the door himself when the duty officer called him over. He handed him a phone message. Al looked at it and asked who it was. The desk officer said it was the guy from the accident this morning calling to thank him for his help. They both agreed it was unusual as Al walked back to the squad room to find a phone. He sat down and dialed the number. The phone rang three times before the deep voice answered. Al recognized it as the pick-up truck driver from the morning.
"Hi this is Officer Dalton from the 10th precinct, you left a message for me to call you."
"Yeah, Officer Dalton, thanks for calling me back. I just wanted to thank you for helping me this morning. I really appreciate your assistance.'
"Hey, all in the line of duty, glad I could help. Are you alright?" Al pictured the handsome man and flashed back to the morning's craziness.
"Yeah, a big bruise and a couple of stitches on my head. Nothing that a day off and some rest won't cure. I was wondering if there was some way I could, well, thank you?"
"Oh, that's not necessary, you don't have to do anything. Your thanks is more than most people ever say." Al felt his dick stir in his tight jeans and put his baseball cap over the growing tube.
"Dinner. A drink, anything really, you went out of your way." Al took a deep breath and held it a second.
"No, really, that's not necessary."
"OK, well, how about this then? Dinner tonight at the Home Plate on Sussex at 7:30. I'll be there no matter what. If you show fine, dinner is on me. If not, that's OK too. That sound like a deal?"
"Sure. Fine. I'm heading to the gym, so I'll see you then." Al heard the man say thank you several more times and hang up.
He drove to the gym and pumped every part of his body he could. He laughed at himself for feeling this way, after all the man only wanted to take him to dinner to say thank you. The guy couldn't possibly know he was gay. The hot shower relaxed him a bit but his dick had developed a mind of it's own. It hung down fat and full, not quite erect but read for action at a moment's notice. It didn't go away. He knew he had to go past his place to get another change of clothes. As he pulled on his best pair of black jeans, he stopped to look in the mirror. The big, fury chiseled body was in excellent shape. His face was showing just the right amount of sexy five o'clock shadow and his black hair was short but slightly unkempt. Perfect. Now, if he could just do something about the out of control obscene basket that wouldn't go away. Oh well.
He chose a burgundy pullover that hugged his massive chest and took a deep breath before heading back out the door. Why the hell was he so nervous? The evening had cleared and warmed up. He walked the half block to the garage he rented and chose the Harley over the truck. Might as well give the guy the full gay biker treatment. The snug leather jacket accented his v-taper as he rode off to the restaurant.
Jim sat under a blanket shivering and fighting the cold that had won out over his body. Linda wouldn't come near him so he suffered alone in bed watching boring sitcoms, reruns and news. He had loaded his body with aspirin, cold meds and vitamin c in an attempt to ward off the thing and be able to work in the morning. He thought he had better call Al, just in case. The phone rang five times before the machine picked up. He left a congested message and hung up wondering where Al could be at 7:30 on a Thursday night. He lay back in the bed and watched the TV through his drugged haze. His hand slowly stroked his dick to full erection. It was hot and hard in his hand. He knew his wife wouldn't come near him for hours so he slowly began sliding the foreskin over the sensitive head. It felt hot and sexy. His cum burned his stomach as it splashed from his fat dick. He lay there for a second enjoying the rush. Several tissues later, no one would know.
The remote flipped the TV channels as Jim thought about what he had just done. It occurred to him he hadn't thought about his wife once while jacking off. He hadn't thought about women at all.
Al walked into the Home Plate restaurant and scanned the customers looking for the pick-up driver. The guy stood at the bar and waved him over. Al noticed the bright white bandage on his forehead and chuckled.
"Nice war wound there." The man smiled and stood up to extend his hand to Al. The man was a bit taller than Al and better looking then he remembered. Not being soaked from the rain helped. He also wore snug black jeans over a set of beefy legs. A crisp blue dress shirt hugged what looked to be a fine set of pecs. The smile under the big bushy moustache immediately put Al at ease.
"Oh man, thanks for coming, I appreciate it. Sit down, Have a drink. They'll call us when a table is ready." Al took off his biker jacket and draped it over the back of the barstool. He felt the guy's eyes look him over. His dick was making a stand to be noticed.
Al sat at the bar and ordered a beer. The guy sat down next to him and seemed to take a deep breath. "I never really got to introduce myself properly, the name's Art Dennison, you probably know that from the police report huh?" He smiled nervously as Al sipped his beer. Damn that was a sexy smile.
"Yes sir, actually, you don't live all that far from me, nice neighbourhood." He felt Art's knee brush his and hold its place. Al didn't want to move his leg but the hot thigh made his dick stir again. The guy proceeded to ask Al a whole ton of questions, which Al answered courteously and efficiently. He figured what the guy might be fishing to learn but the bar was a bit too public for an outing. Al felt himself relax with the guy and soon the two were chatting like old friends. It took 30 minutes before a table was open. The two beers Al had had seemed to be hitting him quickly. Art on the other hand was handling his vodkas quite well. The waiter showed them to a corner table and the two big men squeezed into place. Al laughed.
"They give the two biggest guys in the place the smallest table. Don't order anything too big, it won't fit."
"Yeah, well, at least it's quieter than the bar. I don't remember this place being so busy or loud. Haven't been here for awhile but the food was always good." Art moved to get comfortable and smacked his knee against Al's. "Sorry, long legs, get in the way." His hand on Al's knee felt hot. Al's dick shot up. Art took a few seconds to remove his hand.
"So where do you workout? I go to Powerhouse downtown." Art glanced at Al's basket as the big man leaned back in his chair.
"Gold's over here a few blocks away. Lots of equipment and a pretty dedicated membership. Some really big boys."
"You fit right in then."
"Thanks. I try."
"Well, buddy, you're huge. I appreciate a man who lifts and takes care of himself."
"You don't look so bad yourself, been lifting long?" Al knew he had to hit the head soon, the beer was going right through him, but his dick was in a happy place right now and to stand up would be too obvious.
"About 20 years, it's an obsession. Here comes the waiter." They gave their orders and Al excused himself to find the restroom. His big cock was still very obvious in his jeans and Art couldn't look away. Another beer was waiting for him when he returned.
"Wow, I'll be pissing all night at this rate. Uh, this probably should be my last, riding the bike ya know."
"Big man, big bike. Bet you fit it well."
"Yeah, I think so. Love the bike and the open road, just wish our winter's weren't so long."
"You hang out at any biker bars, I mean they have to be pretty rough and being a cop you probably have to be careful."
"Not particularly, at least not at the one I go to most often. The Garage over on West 9th." There's your opening buddy, take it. Art's smile widened across his face.
"Guess I can relax a bit more now." Al slid his hand onto the thick, full thigh next to him.
"Yes you can." The effect of the beers was kicking in and Al removed his hand. Art looked up at him.
"You don't have to remove your hand."
"I do. I'm not usually that forward, sorry."
"Don't apologize. I've wanted to grope you since this morning in my head injury haze. You were killing me in that uniform. I wanted to drag you into the car and do you right there. My head was just pounding a bit to much then."
"How does it feel now?"
"Still a bit tender, probably should be careful."
"OK, I'll be gentle." Al smiled and noticed the chest hair at the top of the shelf of pecs sticking out at the open collar. His dick was rock hard in his jeans and he couldn't help but wonder if Art was having the same feelings. Just then their food came and they made small talk while they ate. Both men passed on dessert and Al felt the warmth of the beer and the heavy meal taking over. He wanted to just curl up with this hot man and suck face till dawn. Art excused himself to go to the men's room and Al got a good view of the ample basket and hard cock outlined in the jeans. He also saw the top of a belt hook of keys on the left side. Al slid the chairs closer while Art was gone.
Art couldn't help but rub thighs when he came back. Al sipped his water and studied the big man's profile. He thought about Jim and how from the side these two could pass as brothers. For a moment he was lost in thought about Jim and his pending cold that afternoon. He figured he'd be working alone or with a sub the next day. He heard Art comment on his forearms.
"Are you as furry all over as your forearms are?"
"Yeah, I shed twice a year." Art laughed and Al felt a hot hand on his thigh very close to his dick. If he weren't rock hard before, he would be shortly.
"Look, I realize I took a big chance asking you here, but I really did want to thank you. The moment you walked in the door, I got the slight hint that we might be on the same wavelength. So, I won't be offended if you say no, professional restrictions or whatever, or if you just..."
"Let's get out of here. Your place or mine?" Al was already standing up, hardon protruding down his pants leg. Art blinked, got a huge smile and stood up. His jeans were straining to contain his dick. Al licked his lips. As they hit the entryway between the double doors, Art grabbed Al's beefy butt. Al slowed a step to allow the big man to grope his ass.
"You want to follow me, my place is a few minutes away?" Al nodded as he buckled his helmet and threw his leg over the Harley. "You can pull that in next to my car, well, rental car." Al gave him a thumb up and tooled out of the parking lot after the blue Alero. A few minutes later he was kicking the bike into place in Art's garage as the door closed behind them. Al hung his helmet over the seat back and flexed his legs as Art climbed out of the too small car. He walked over to the man who reached out, wrapped his arm around Al's waist and pulled them together. Their lips met and parted as their tongues explored each other's mouth. Al inhaled the man's scent and felt the strong arms tighten around him.
Art walked him through the house, hung his coat on a hook inside the door and headed up the stairs. Al was calculating how tired he would be in the morning but whom the fuck cared. Art pulled their bodies together again and kissed the beefy man as he pulled Al's shirt from his jeans and over his head.
"Oh, fuck, that's hot." His hands slid over the thick fur and heavily muscled chest coming to rest on the erect nipples. He playfully pinched the fat nubs. Al groaned and began unbuttoning Art's shirt. The steel hard chiseled pecs came into view with a slight bit of chest hair at the top. Other than that Art was smooth. They played with each other's nipples until Art lowered his mouth to the big tasty left one. Al held his head tight against his tit as the man sucked, bit and chewed the fleshy point. Art's hands undid the belt holding up Al's jeans, unsnapped the button, unzipped them and pushed down. Al's full round muscle butt came into view. His hard cock slapped against Art's forearms. Art stood up and kissed the cop again.
He walked around the side of the bed undoing his jeans as he went. His boots came off and flipped against a chair. He pulled Al on top of him as the two big men fell onto the bed. His hands explored Al's furry butt and teased the tight pucker. Al sucked in on Art's lower lip.
"You like that? You like getting fucked? You a bottom pig cop?" Al rolled onto his back pulling Art over on top of him.
"Yes, sir. Please fuck me sir." Al watched as Art finished undressing. Art stood at the side of the bed in the dim light. His body was in damn near perfect shape and his throbbing cock was one of the biggest Al had ever seen. He reached up and stroked the hard shaft. Art straddled the beefy cop, took his hands and raised his arms above his head. He ground their hard cocks against each other until he felt the heat rising in his balls. He moved forward until the head of his dick was resting against Al's lips. Al's tongue found the salty piss slit and pushed in. The long, hard dick slowly filled his mouth and throat Art positioned himself above Al and face fucked the hot man. His balls slapped against the cop's stubble-covered chin and dripped spit down the man's neck. Al breathed in the sweaty smell from this man's cock and balls mixed with soap and spit. Drool oozed out around the thick shaft as he fucked the willing throat. Art slowly withdrew his dick and slid back down Al's body. Their mouths met again. Art could taste his dick on Al's lips and felt the heat of lust shoot up his spine.
"On your stomach." Al rolled onto his stomach and stretched out as Art pressed his big body on top of him. "Oh fuck, you are hot. You liked being rimmed?" Al groaned loudly. Art chuckled. "I'll take that as a yes." He slid down until his face was brushing against the solid butt. He worked his tongue into the deep cleft and began licking. Al pushed his butt up to give Art deeper access. Art met the challenge by shoving his tongue deep and wetting Al's ass until it dripped. Al was bucking his butt as the big man began stroking his oozing prick and squeezing his fat balls. Al's fingers dug into the edge of the bed to keep from cumming.
Art slid up over him and dug out a tube of lubricant from the drawer of the nightstand. He began lubing the muscular cop's butt and sliding his fingers in deep. Al's moaning intensified with each additional finger. Art spread the hole and eased Al open.
"Do you also take fist buddy?"
"Yes sir, but I really need your big dick up my ass now sir."
"Then dick it is." Al heard the foil from a condom wrapper being torn and soon felt the huge blunt head of Art's horse dick sliding into his greasy hole.
"Oh, holy fuck, that's big." Al pushed back until the full shaft was buried to his butt. He whined when Art slowly began pulling out and pushing back in. The older man knew exactly what to do to Al's ass. He soon had the big cop bucking and moaning for more. He fucked the furry stud until his breathing became short then suddenly pulled out. Before Al could protest, Art was flipping him onto his back and raising his legs over his head. He pinned the thick legs back and pushed his prick back into the fuckhole stud.
Al crushed the man fucking him with his 22-inch biceps and held him in a deep passionate kiss as the man reamed his ass. There was certain desperation in Al's need to be fucked that night. He couldn't quite figure out why but he just had to have this man's battering ram inside of him. Art began slamming harder and hit the right spot. Al's muffled scream was followed by his hot cum shooting from his dick between them and lubing their sliding bodies. Art fucked his ass several more minutes before pushing up with his arms, raising them both from the bed as AL bearhugged him. His legs trembled as his load filled the latex sheath.
He collapsed on the bed and gasped for breath on top of the cop. His dick slowly slid out of its warm space and flopped against Al's tight butt.
"Could you let my legs down please, they're starting to cramp." Art eased up and straightened the monster legs. He flopped back onto Al and sighed.
"My head is killing me but you are one hot fuck." Al checked the bandage on Art's head.
"Do you need to get up and walk around?" His first aid training automatically kicked in.
"I'll get up to get you a towel." Al held him tightly.
"No, I like the feel of cum on my body to remind me of the hot time I just had." He reached down and gently removed the rubber from Art's cock. He squeezed the sticky fluid onto his abs and rubbed it in. Art swore he was actually purring. The two men played a couple more hours until Al hopped back onto his bike and headed home. He dropped across his bed fully clothed and noticed the clock at 2 AM. The alarm clock was greeted with the usual swearing.
He dragged his tired body out of the clothes and into a hot shower. His nips instantly screamed from the working over they had had the night before. He knew they would be hard and sensitive all day. Just the way he liked. His cock stiffened as he thumbed his erect nips. It took less than a minute to jackoff remembering the beating his ass got the night before. He pulled on his favourite pair of jeans and an old sweatshirt and headed out the door. The sun was just coming up and it promised to be a bright spring day. Perfect Harley weather. He never noticed the message on the answering machine from Jim. He hadn't even thought about him until the duty officer told him he would be patrolling by himself.
He sat in front of his locker and studied his work shoes. Bo stripped next to him. The big black man proudly stood before him naked. Al looked over at the huge black snake dangling temptingly in front of him.
Bo looked at the bloodshot eyes and unshaven face. "Whoa, who the hell worked over your ass last night?"
Al smiled and tied his shoes. "Wouldn't you like to know?"
To be continued, comments - suggestions? Lennoxbear@aol.com