Beyond the Blue, part 22 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 Jim three steps to cross the room and gather Al in his arms. He held the man's face in his hands and kissed him carefully but deeply. He moved to wrap his arms around the poor guy perched on the edge of the bed.
"Hey, hey, watch the head and shoulder. And definitely watch the bottle. Sorry about the kiss but I haven't had a chance to brush my teeth." He looked up from the bottle between his legs to Jim's happy face covered in silent tears. "O good grief, don't get all sappy."
"I can't help it. I knew when Linda and I got married that I loved her, and I still love her in many ways. But, yesterday, I came to realize just how much and how deeply I love you. It is a bit overwhelming." Al quietly looked up at him and smiled gently.
"I don't know what to say." Jim cradled him again and Al laughed softly. "But, really, now, I need help here." He nodded toward the bottle. "I'm not doing very well with this with one arm in a sling. Help me." Jim took the bottle and got an evil grin. "Help me pee, no funny stuff." Jim helped him and was finishing when Brad walked back into the room.
"Excuse me, didn't mean to interrupt an intimate moment."
Al shot him a look. "No intimate moments, but a very stress relieving one." Jim walked to the bathroom and left the bottle where the nurse had instructed Al to place it. Al settled back into the bed while Brad and Jim filled him in on what had happened. Dr. Pratt stuck his head in to instruct the two men to allow Al to continue to get some rest. He gave Al a quick once over, congratulated him on being back among the real world and left. Brad left to get a cup of coffee saying he would meet Jim at the front entrance in a few minutes. Jim stood next to Al and rubbed his tight abs through the hospital gown. Al may have had a head injury but his nipples responded by showing hard and erect through the flimsy material. Jim lightly pinched the visible knobs sending a shiver and moan through Al. Al pulled the sheet up over himself.
"Uh, the body is reacting but I don't think the whole head and body could stand much fun right now. However. He held the sheet up to show Jim his full hardon and big swollen nuts. "You gotta get me outta here soon, I'll be dribbling steadily if I don't go home soon." Jim carefully held the sheet up and went down on Al's fat cock. A long moan escaped from Al as Jim got his dick wet and then stroked it lightly with his callused hand. Al shuddered but stopped Jim's hand from accomplishing its goal. A tired look on his face made Jim smile.
"Well, horn dog, as much as I would love to chow down on that more, it probably isn't advisable here. Besides you really do look beat."
"Oh, don't let the bandaged head, shoulder and IV tracks fool ya. I'm just a horny ol' bastard."
"You need to rest and Doc Pratt will take good care of you."
"I wish."
"Stop it. I'm going home to get some rest. Call if you need anything. I'll be back this afternoon and bring you something to read."
"Bring me some clothes to go home in and check my mail and email. And come here before you go." Al reached up with his good arm to pull Jim's head to him in a deep kiss. Jim felt the arm move down to squeeze a pec and then grope his basket in his jeans." He smiled to himself.
"I knew it. You're as hard as a 2x4 yourself. Well, go home, but don't do anything with that until I get out of here. Save it for me." Jim smiled and kissed him again lightly. As he walked out the door, he ran into Doc Pratt who looked at Jim's crotch and then back at his face suspiciously.
"Nothing happened, really."
"Good, he's not out of the woods yet with that head injury. He needs to rest, but can go home in a day or two. In the meantime, how are you?"
"Tired and, uh...."
"Yeah, I can see that. Well, here, try these herbs to calm yourself and just take it easy. When do you report back for duty?" Jim looked at the slip of paper Pratt had handed him.
"They gave me three days."
"Can you restrain yourself until he gets home?"
"I was married, boy can I."
"He was telling me about the threats and harassment, any clues?"
"They're working on something but didn't share suspects with me. Figured I'd be too emotional."
"They're probably right. Go home get some rest, do something you enjoy doing. I'll talk with you later."
"Thanks Dr. Pratt."
"Tom." Jim walked back toward the hospital parking lot entrance and found Brad sipping a cup of coffee on a bench outside. He held one up for Jim. The two men walked towards Jim's truck and sat silently as Jim drove toward Al's apartment. The police were supervising the repainting of Al's garage door after making sure they gathered all possible evident. Jim waved at the two cops watching the workers. He explained more of the threat stuff to Brad as they gathered clothes for Al and sorted through is mail. Jim sat at the computer and stared at the AOL screen.
"I need a password to check his email." Brad picked up a family picture on the desk and looked at the bottom of the frame. Taped to the edge of the frame was Al's password.
"Old habits die hard. He did this kind of thing as a kid. Wondered how I always new his secrets." Jim typed in the not-so-secret password and clicked on the mailbox icon. The usual garbage popped up along with some email from buddies around the country. One grabbed Jim's attention as a blind mailbox like the one used to send Al threats. He clicked on it and a large font note opened.
"Guess I didn't do a very good job but it ain't over yet." Jim forwarded it to his own computer and to Ron's desk at the station. He called Ron to tell him it was on its way. Ron thanked him and pulled it up on screen to save as evidence.
"The detectives are working with Al's ISP and AOL trying to track down where these are coming from. The person is not using a home computer but one of those ones at like one of those cyber caf^Â's. They'll figure it out. So he's Ok, eh?" Jim gave Ron the update on Al. "That's great buddy, go home and get some rest. I'll talk with ya later. Nothing new to tell ya about on this end. Later."
Ron hung up the phone and ran his hands over his short flattop. He reread the piece of paper a detective had handed him, crumpled it up and threw it across the room. Mary Lou picked it up as she walked out of her office and read it. She gave Ron a concerned look as he sat at his desk and shrugged his shoulders.
"Are you going to tell Jim?"
"Not right now, let him get some rest first. I have men handling it."
Bo and Steve drove past Jim's house and parked at the end of the block. They figured he would be coming from the opposite direction. About 20 minutes later the big Ford rumbled down the street and the two men got out. Even from a distance they both looked tired.
Steve sipped his coffee. "Do you think they saw us?"
"No, they weren't looking this way at all. I don't know if Ron will tell him that we are here on lookout or not. Guess whomever they suspect is honing in on Jim."
"Maybe one of us should stay there tonight?"
"Hmm, not a bad idea but Kenny and I sort of had plans?"
"I was going to ask Mary Lou out, maybe I should wait."
"You dog, that's great. Guess I don't have much hope of getting into those jeans of yours, eh?" Steve hung his head and laughed.
"Do you say that to tease me or do you mean it?"
"Both buddy. I like to tease you because you don't seem to know how good looking and well built you are. You're a good catch for any woman. I think it's great you want to ask out Mary Lou. But you always seem like, well, you feel you are a let down. Don't. And to be really honest, if you were gay, I'd be all over you."
Steve blushed bright red. "Uh, thanks, I guess. So, do you think one of us should offer to stay over at Jim's?"
"We better ask Ron for input. He knows better than I do."
Ron stood in the back of the dispatch garage as they towed in Dirt's cruiser. He watched as Kenny checked over the car. Kenny turned around and swung the keys on his finger.
"He just left it parked and the keys in it? No sign of him?"
"Nope, he never got to his assignment. I had him tailed, he parked the car, went into a restaurant and slipped out the back I guess."
"Why did you have him followed?"
"Long story, have them check the car out, OK, buddy?" Kenny shook his head slowly and signed the car over to detectives. He walked back over to his workbench as Ron headed back to the office.
"You think he shot Al?" Ron looked surprised. "It wouldn't surprise me. He ranted everyday when he came in about one thing or another. And a few weeks ago, he really started to go off on gays. I came close to decking him a coupla times."
"Don't say anything Ken. Al's in the hospital and Jim is not up to par, I don't want to take chances."
"You can count on me." Ron squeezed the beefy mechanics shoulder and headed out the door.
Art took longer in the shower than usual. He had a lot of kinks to work out of his body. Kink being the operative word. Sonny was a man possessed and had worked Art from every conceivable angle. Just when Art thought they were about to call it a night, Sonny rolls over and tells Art to fuck him. Art felt the heat in his own ass from the three fuckings Sonny had just put him through and thought there was no way. All it took was one look at the huge beefy man spread on the bed, face down, ass in the air pumping to be fucked and Art's dick jumped at the chance. Only thing is, once was not enough.
Sonny flipped over on his back and raised his legs the second time. He held them apart with his thick arms. The large furry forearms tensed to support the beefy quads. When Art didn't move fast enough, Sonny lowered his legs and went for Art's weak-point, the super sensitive nips. They were already raw from the manhandling during the ass fucking. Now, Sonny was nursing them to get Art in the mood. Art's cock betrayed him and was soon throbbing hard and standing out straight from his tight stomach.
Sonny looked at the hard cock and swallowed it in one breath. Art felt his dick being sucked into a hot merciless abyss. Then Sonny let it flop out as he rolled back onto his back. Art positioned himself between Sonny's upturned legs and aimed his thick cock at the pink puckered quivering target. Sonny reached up, grabbed Art's long nips and pulled him in. Art's dick unceremoniously hit its home base and disappeared in the tight heat. His nips were stretched out a full two inches in front of him as Sonny directed the assfucking by titplay. The long, thick legs wrapped around Art and held him in place to rape the bigger man's butt. Sonny pulled their faces together and drove Art even further over the edge with some of the most passionate, heated kissing he ever experienced.
Now, as Art tried to recover to go to work, his body shook with pleasure as the hot soapy water hit every pleasure point. It was going to be a very long day at work. The thought of the gym later made his nips ache. He turned off the water and pushed back the shower curtain to find Sonny standing there with his towel. The man tenderly dried him and kissed all the battered body parts. Art's dick was hard and ready.
"I'm sorry about last night, I just had a need to go all out sexcrazy."
"I'm not complaining."
"I may have gone a bit overboard, sorry."
'Hmm, well, I'd say three times apiece was a productive night. Oh man, my nips are hot, thank you." Sonny smiled weakly.
"Does this have anything to do with your father? Have you talked with him?"
"Yeah, I was feeling some guilt I guess. Took it out in sex. I left messages but no answer. I'm going over there today. I leave to go back to San Francisco Friday and I really have to talk with him. I have to finalize plans to move back and take care of my mother and I don't want him screwing things up. With her or you."
Art kissed him as he felt the big hot hands massage his body. "I have to get ready for work. My dick is going to be hard all day thanks to you. Damn. What all do you have to do today?"
"I'm meeting Eric at 10, than I have an errand to run down his way anyway, so I can take care of two stones with one bird."
"Birds with one stone." Sonny laughed at his mistake and fondled Art's big nuts. "Stay away from those stones, you have them going crazy enough now as it is."
Jim and Brad spent the afternoon relaxing. Brad did some work on Jim's computer and Jim puttered around the somewhat empty house. He walked from room to room making a list of the things he and Al would need to have in order to raise a child. The list was long, way long. He slumped in a chair and reviewed the list, then started another of projects that need to be done before the big day. And another of things to be done to move Al into the house. Brad walked out and took the lists from his hands and gave him a perplexed look.
"You need a workout, let's hit the gym. It will be good for both of us. Then you can stop by the hospital. I need to hit the road tonight. Al seems to be in good shape now, at least he's conscious, well, in comparison to his usual laid back demeanor."
"Yeah, the gym is probably a good idea. I need to do something positive and focus some of this restless energy."
"In other words, you're horny and don't have my brother to release the tension."
"Something like that. I'll get my gym stuff and be ready in 10 minutes." Jim got up to grab his bag just as the doorbell rang. He opened the door and found Bo and Steve standing there smiling broadly.
"Hi, wer like uh yer bodeegards, uh-huh."
"Bodyguards? Is this supposed to make me feel safe? Come in."
"Well, we just got word from Ron to let you know the prime suspect in Al's shooting is missing. They think you could be in danger so we've been on lookout guarding you all afternoon." The two beefy cops puffed out their chest in mock bravado. Brad stood and stared with his jaw hanging open.
"This brings a whole new meaning to "Chicago's finest." I'll get my gym stuff. Care to join us?"
"Yeah, we were wondering if you were going to workout. And I was given permission to stay overnight." Jim looked at Steve's smiling face and tight hard body.
"This is supposed to make me feel secure? You're in more danger than I am." Steve furrowed his brow. "I'm horny as hell and the only place to sleep is with me, like the other night."
"Hey, I ain't your boy toy. You stay on your side of the bed and all will be fine, besides, I have my gun."
"I've seen your gun in the showers and it's pretty good." Steve blushed and Bo snorted trying not to laugh.
Jim walked back into the living room with his gym bag. "Look, Steve, I appreciate the department's concern but I think I will be OK, you don't need to stay here."
"Yes, I do. It's my job, orders." Bo walked over to Jim.
"Look bud, let him stay. We don't want another friend in the hospital or worse. Accept the coverage until the force brings in the suspect, OK? I tease him all the time about being our token straight friend but bottom line he's a good friend and a good cop. Please Jim."
"Ohhhhhhhhhhhhh, OK. But you better not try anything funny in bed." Brad shook his head as he walked toward the door. He stopped to confront Steve.
"Remember they're your friends. I'm just an in-law. Heaven help us."
The four men met again at the gym for a two-hour workout. Brad, while shorter than Al, was no slouch at the gym. He was cut and muscled in places the other guys admired. His spandex shorts and tank top was no match for the prime beefy body. Jim and Brad blitzed chest and arms until their skin looked two sizes bigger. Bo, Kenny and Steve followed behind struggling to keep up. Brad worked hard but with the same off the wall sense of humour Al and Jim possessed. The other three were groaning at all of the bad jokes. Brad adjusted a grip for Kenny that made his pecs pop into deep cuts down the center of his chest. Bo drooled at the result. Kenny's string tank top hung like a wet drape from the pumped pecs. His nips stuck out like fingertips as his body strained to fuller proportions. The heat of the workout reacted with the cold air conditioning to make them plump and full. Bo discreetly adjusted his cock but his wet jersey shorts hid no secrets.
Brad drove them into begging for mercy on arms. Biceps swelled with each rep, pushing against sweaty, hot skin. No one wanted to give in as a wimp. Arms pumped until each man began to see where they could achieve the coveted center split. Triceps ached as they peaked into deep relief. Bo struck a triceps pose and just reacted by mouthing - damn, over and over. They were about to call it quits when Brad pulled them back and put them through forearm work. Steve was thriving on the new cuts showing from the new exercises. Bo dope-slapped him and reminded him a sore arm seriously impacted his sex life. Steve pondered the thought for a moment.
"Oh well, not that I would notice much difference."
"Welllllll, if Mary Lou turns you down, Kenny and I would gladly offer to make it up to you." Steve tilted his head and smirked. Then, he struck a front double biceps and pushed his arms into high sharp peaks. Bo's mouth dropped. "Holy shit that's hot. I need to leave soon. Things are starting to hurt." Kenny turned around and flexed his chest. Bo's shoulders drooped.
"Sorry, Bo, but we're supposed to go check out a couple of apartments. It'll have to wait." Groans.
Five beaten men staggered to the lockers and showers. Bo and Kenny jostled each other as they headed naked to the communal shower room. Steve followed behind shaking his head and mumbling that he didn't know any normal people. Brad stripped and waited for Jim. Jim swallowed deeply and averted his eyes.
"I don't think I can shower with you. You're too much like your brother."
"Getting hard, eh? It's not the first time a guy has popped a woody in the shower with me. It's OK, I don't care. Come on, be a man." Brad glanced down as Jim dropped his towel. "Hmm, on second thought, keep your distance. Good grief. How big is that thing?"
"Oh, it's just the effect the men in your family have on me."
"I use liquid soap."
Bo and Kenny regained enough composure to take off and check out apartments. Steve took off to run some errands, grab dinner and call Mary Lou. He planned to meet Jim at his house at 9:30. Give or take. Brad and Jim sat and chatted over dinner before Jim dropped him at the train to the airport.
"Let me know how things go with my dippy brother, he's not about to tell me if his arm falls off from this or not. Just his style."
"I will. I'm really glad you came up and that we had an opportunity to get to know each other. I hope we can get together again under better circumstances."
"Me too. You know Al has always kept his gay life an arm's length away from me. I met a couple of the guys he dated and you are the first who isn't a major asshole."
"So, I'm a minor asshole?"
"No, that's not what I meant. I know from the few things that Al has said to me, he's really in deep with you. And it isn't always easy for him to show it. I think he's made a good choice this time. I hope we get to see a lot of each other over the years."
"So do I."
"I have to run. Good luck with the baby and take care of that big dopey brother of mine." Brad hugged Jim and held him tightly. Jim squeezed back. He watched the train disappear around the corner then took off for the hospital.
Sonny had finished working through loose ends with Eric on the new job and making arrangements for his mother. He shook the big man's hand and watched the arm and chest flex with the handshake.
"Are you heading back to Chicago now and then San Francisco?"
"No actually, I have to try to find a place not far from here. A cabin I haven't been to in a lot of years. My family owns it but my father uses it, so, of course, I don't ever see it. Do you know how to get to this address?" Sonny showed Eric a slip of paper and Eric reacted with a surprised look.
"Yeah, that's a lake out near my house but I have seldom seen anyone go up that road. Always thought it fell into the murder movie category, you know. Like Texas Chainsaw stuff."
"That may be closer to the truth than you know."
"If you want, I'll drive you out there. Easier than hoping you don't get lost."
"Thanks, but I don't know if that is such a good idea."
"Then I definitely don't think you should be going out there alone. Come on, I'll drive you." Sonny followed Eric to a shiny black Ford pickup and sat nervously as Eric drove to the secluded road. Fresh tire tracks showed someone had been there as they came to a rocking halt and jumped out of the truck. Sonny paused at the bottom of the porch stairs. He cautiously walked up to the door and tried the knob. The door was open and he hesitated a second before just walking into the deserted cabin.
Inside they found clothes, a computer, food and other necessities of someone planning on being there for some time.
"These are truly different times in which we live. I never would think to bring a computer to a hunting cabin. You said your father still uses this? Is this his stuff?" Sonny was across the room looking at the things laid out on the table near the computer. The look of fear on Sonny's face made Eric walk over to look. The table was covered with newspaper clippings from several surrounding states and receipts for ammunition. A stack of photos partially lay under a detailed map of Chicago streets. Eric pushed it aside with a pencil and fanned out the pictures.
"Oh fuck."
Jim walked into Al's hospital room and found the man propped up, his eyes closed and the room dimly lit. Al was shirtless, except for the bandages across his arm and shoulder to hold them immobile. His beard was trimmed to a neat goatee. The sheet over his lap tented out in anticipation.
"About time, I don't think I could have held out much longer." The door closed behind Jim and he heard the lock click. A note slid under the door toward his feet.
"You have an hour. Tom P." Jim turned back to face Al, as the man pulled the sheet from is lap to reveal his throbbing erection.
"It's OK. The doc wouldn't do this if it weren't?" Jim walked over and carefully slipped his hand behind Al's thick neck. He brought their faces together slowly until their lips touched. "Garlic." Al wrapped his good arm around Jim and pressed their open lips together in a long kiss. Tongues fought back and forth. Jim brought his hand up to cup the big furry pec sitting atop Al's chest. He squeezed the warm hard flesh and worked his hands out to the swelling nipple. His lips ran down Al's throat through the chest hair to the right nip. Al held the cop's head on his tit and felt teeth biting lightly followed by deep hard sucking. "Oh man that feels good." Jim slid over to the left nipple and blew on it. A wet finger run around the edge caused it to pop into full erection. Jim attacked the left nip with gusto as Al moaned. The left was directly tied to Al's sex buttons. Jim's hand found the large fat low hangers between the cops muscle thighs and fondled them until Al bucked his hips slightly.
Jim's tongue worked its way down over the etched abs and fur to the thick pubic mound. His tongue teased all around Al's balls and base of his cock. A finger, wet from the dripping spit, slid into Al's butt. Then two.
"Doc doesn't think I am ready to be tipped over and fucked. Oh shit, no, Jim, don't. You'll make me cum." Al felt a third finger enter and stretch his hot hole. Jim's hot mouth went from sucking the fat nuts to swallowing the thick cock. Al's hand pulled Jim's shirt from his jeans. Jim stopped long enough to pull off his shirt and drop his jeans. His mouth began working its way down AL's thick, heavily veined, furry muscular legs. Al worked his nips as Jim tongue bathed his body and back to his cock and balls. Al could feel the drool gathering around his nuts as Jim slowly stroked the tool. "Say something Jim. Come up for air. Oh fuck that feels so good, sucks those balls."
Jim stopped sucking and looked up at the handsome masculine face. He couldn't believe the depth of those eyes that he feared he would never see again. He locked eyes with Al and slowly licked the hard throbbing dick. Spit flowed freely down the blue shaft. Jim didn't miss a slurp as he slid his body up onto the hospital bead and pushed Al's legs apart.
"Jim." Al looked at the thick muscle-bound cop between his legs. A look of caution on his face. "Say something."
"Don't cum till I tell you."
Jim swung up, straddled the big dick and impaled his hard ass. Al felt the heat of Jim's body envelope his cock and threw his head back to concentrate. The wet cock was all Jim needed to fuck his ass. He slowly moved up and down as his hands abused Al's tits. Al held onto the side of the bed to fight off the urge. Jim rocked back and forth picking up speed. His cock flopped up and down, side to side. Al reached over and squeezed the huge nuts. His hands explored Jim's flexing pecs, twisting one nipple then the other. Jim worked to keep the eye contact but Al was fighting the abyss. Al pulled on the big floppy nuts one more time.
"Now." He felt Al's juice fill his ass as his own spunk shot into the thick soft fur. Al threw his head back again and gurgled. Jim stopped humping the big dick stuck in his ass and leaned forward on Al's chest. "You OK."
"Oh....my head's...a.....bit fuzzy, pounding, but I think I'll be OK. That was awesome." Jim lifted his leg and the big dick flopped onto Al's abs.
"Let me clean you up buddy." He carefully kissed Al. The big man took a deep breath as Jim got a wash cloth and warm water to clean the cum from his fur. Al moaned with the warm tender touch interrupted by passionate kisses. Al looked around the sparse room.
"Jim, I think you better call the doc."
To be continued, comments - suggestions? Lennoxbear@aol.com