Beyond the Blue

Beyond the Blue, part 27 by lennoxbear@aol.com

The following is a story of gay erotic and involves male to male sexual situations. Should these offend you - bye.

Al shifted in the hard wooden courtroom chair to keep his butt from going numb. He had given his testimony weeks ago in the hearings surrounding Dirt, but had been asked to come back to be available just in case. Dirt's competency was being reviewed as far as his ability to stand trail for shooting Al and for other charges brought against him.

One of the court officers stood to one side and intently listened to the proceedings. Al would occasionally make eye contact but couldn't quite figure out if the man was reacting to the comments being delivered regarding Dirt's mental health or disgusted with Al for being gay. Jim had been asked to testify only one day and had remarked about the uneasy body language of the man. Al had paid little attention to the man before that except to notice the thick muscular build. The man was maybe mid to late 20's and built like a competitive bodybuilder. His small waist looked even smaller compared to the dynamic shoulder width. Add to that an extreme v-taper lat flare and quads that also flared out, and the man was hot.

The attorneys were going back and forth questioning Sonny about his involvement with Al. The picture of the two of them at the Folsum Street Fair was part of the evidence. Dirt held firmly to the belief that Al was responsible for Sonny being gay. The court guard seemed to blush as Sonny recounted the night they had met in San Francisco the night before the fair. Sonny stressed that he was there on his own with no prior knowledge of Al. He explained that he knew he was gay before meeting Al and had been active in the gay community for several years before this event. It was not even his first time attending the Folsum Street Fair. A mutual acquaintance introduced them and the fact that they were both from Chicago made for a fast friendship.

Sonny was questioned as to why he had not come out to his father. In his answer, he explained in great detail how short tempered Dirt could be and that his reactions often included physical involvement. He was afraid if he had told his father he was gay, he would beat his mother more than he already did. Al listened to Sonny's testimony and admired the man for his bravery and strength for surviving in this household growing up. He knew Dirt was a hot head but never thought he was capable of physical abuse. His respect for Sonny multiplied as the man proudly stood for his beliefs and principles before the court. The defense lawyer tried to use the angle that Al was further corrupting the man, to which, Sonny's response was, "I picked him up. I knew what I wanted and Al submitted to me."

The court guard kept looking back and forth between the two men, a look of disbelief on his face. He felt uneasy with the looks he was getting and tried to redirect his attention away from the man's chest. Sonny came over and sat next to him when his testimony was complete. Al squeezed Sonny's knee in a gesture of support and understanding but cut the move short when he saw the guard's eyes following him. The lawyers went on to question Dirt in more detail about his relationship with his son and wife. Al couldn't help but think they had enough information to make a decision on Dirt's competency to stand trail but knew these things could drag on for a long time. The judge announced a break for lunch and requested that a decision be made in the afternoon upon resumption of the hearings. Sonny and Al just looked at each other.

Al stood up and stretched until his shoulder movement sent a twinge of pain through his arm. He tried not to react but Sonny smiled at the cover-up. "So, you want to go grab lunch or just walk if you're not hungry?"

"Lunch would be cool. You don't have to use kid gloves. I'm OK. I grew up in a very tough household, this is easier than it looks." They watched as the guard escorted Dirt from the courtroom. "How about that restaurant in the next block. I could use a drink. Mitchell's?"

"That's good, works for me." The two men walked to the restaurant as Al filled Sonny in on everything that was happening since he had been shuttling between San Francisco and Chicago making the move. They got a table near the bar and ordered drinks. Al chatted about the changes with the baby being due and Steve being unable to decide his sexual orientation.

Sonny sat and stared blankly, "Uh, well, if you need someone to volunteers to help him decide, I'll help. Actually, Art has given me details on that that surprised even me. I thought at first Steve was just curious, but it turns out he seems to be truly bisexual. But he wants to get married, and it isn't fair to get married and then sneak around behind your wife's back having affairs. With men or women." Al said he thought Steve had found a counselor but they didn't press for details. They were however, thinking about staging an intervention to help Steve face reality. Whatever that was. As they discussed Sonny's move back to Chicago, the court guard walked in to the restaurant. He stood by a bar stool then walked over to the table where the friends were sitting.

"Hi, I'm Dennis, the guard from the courtroom. Look, I just gotta tell you guys I admire your getting up on that platform and being open and all and talking about, you know, all the personal stuff. That's it, just wanted to say that I respect that."

"Thanks. We appreciate you're being honest with us."

"Oh sure, you're welcome. It takes a lot of guts to do what you're doing, especially being a cop and all, that stuff, you know."

Al smiled. "Guess it was just time for me to come all the way out of the closet."

"Wow, that's awesome. Big step. Really, takes.......nerve." Dennis nervously transferred weight from one foot to the other. "I better get back to my chair."

Sonny looked at Al. "You want to join us?"

Dennis hesitated. "Uh, sure, if you don't mind. I'd like that." Al motioned to a chair and Dennis sat down bumping his knee against Al's. "Oh sorry."

"That's OK. We promise not to talk about girl stuff." Dennis looked at him quizzically. "Gay stuff. Don't want to make you nervous."

"Ohhhh, that's OK. I don't mind."

Sonny waved the waitress over to get Dennis' order. "So, how long you been a court officer?"

"Four years. I like it. Not as exciting as being a real on the street cop like........"

"Al. And this is Sonny."

"I'm sorry about all this with your father, has to be really rough."

"I've had time to adjust to the rough spots." The three men chatted amicably as their food came. Al and Sonny noticed how Dennis would occasionally throw in a question relating to the gay aspect. Sonny directed the talk toward Dennis, asking if he was married or had a girlfriend. He blushed and said no. They both offered encouragement that he was still young and had time to make those decisions in life.

"Well to be honest, when I saw you guys sitting here, I had to talk with you. I mean, I need to talk to someone. I mean, well, uh, you see, I think I'm gay." He looked for a moment like he would throw up. "Oh fuck, I can't believe I finally said that. Sorry, didn't mean to say fuck."

"That's OK, we say it all the time. In fact, well never mind. Why do you think you are gay?" In the 20 minutes remaining in their lunch, Dennis spilled his guts. Sonny and Al listened patiently as the young man talked away. As they walked back to the courthouse, Dennis could not thank them enough for listening, then excused himself to go back to work. Sonny and Al stood outside the courtroom waiting for the door to open.

Sonny tapped his shoe against Al's. "So, what do you think?"

"Fuck, he could fuck me any day."

"Noooooooooooooooooooooooooo. He needs a support group. Friends. He doesn't know, or seem to know any gay people and is afraid of coming out because of work."

"Right. I was thinking of asking him if he wanted to do dinner with Jim and me. Thought it might help to ease him into knowing some people who wouldn't be threatening and who work in the same profession."

"That's a good idea. I don't think I could do that right now, he's too close to my father's case." The door to the courtroom opened and Dennis stood on the far side at his post, arms crossed behind his back and his huge chest thrust forward. Sonny and Al took their seats as Sonny leaned over to whisper. "But given a chance, I'd work that chest in a minute."

Ron flipped through the duty rosters trying to figure out how to balance the needs for coverage with fewer people. He took a big sip of coffee and tried the math again. Earl had just filed for retirement and disability. Dirt was, well, on trial. Two good officers transferred to another precinct. Another was being promoted and Al was out for a couple more weeks. His men were getting stressed out over the overtime and no real relief was in sight. Mary Lou looked at his furrowed brow as she handed him paperwork.

"You aren't going to like this but Dave just made detective and is moving over next week."

"Oh fffffffffffffart. Sorry." Mary Lou just smiled.

"You can say what you want, I understand. And here's Earl's paper. The nicest guy just delivered it. Really sweet. We had a long conversation. I think he's going to ask me out."

"I thought you were dating Steve?"

"Well we go out but it's nothing exclusive and I get the feeling that he isn't all that happy. And we seem to have some other differences, or at least he does." Ron looked up but decided not to ask any further questions.

"So you're going to go out with this guy? You don't know him. You only met him cause he brought in some paperwork."

"No different than a blind date. And he's good looking. Although, a lot older than me."

"Even serial killers can be good looking."

"He's no serial killer."

"How do you know that?"

"I just do." She turned quickly and headed back across the room to her office.

"Do you even know his name?"

"Yes." She stood outside the door to her office and turned before going inside. "Max."

Ron looked at the closed door then down at the paperwork for Earl. The same paperwork that named a beneficiary in the event of Earl's death - Max. Ron rolled his eyes and let out a deep sigh.

"You spring a leak?" Ron looked to see Kenny walking through the entryway.

"No, no. Things here just get curiouser and curiouser. You know?"

Ron watched the athletic, muscle-bound mechanic walk down the hall toward the garage and mumbled under his breath. "No, you wouldn't. We're no longer curious about you."

Linda and Janet worked on making the final delivery plans for the baby and bought more baby clothes. Even though the baby was going to live with Jim, they were feeling more generous and attached each day. Linda had agreed to help transition the baby for a month but was worrying about forming too much of an attachment even thought she was certain she wouldn't be the mother the child needed. They had finished their errands in mid-afternoon and were walking out of a shop when they ran into Al carrying several packages.

"Hi ladies, fancy meeting you here."

"You shopping for stuff for the baby?" Janet looked at Al's purchases with disbelief.

"Sure, have to be ready for the big day and Linda, I would say from the looks of it, it's any minute now."

"Tell me. I think this baby is going to way 30 pounds. You guys have been buying baby stuff?"

"Sure, want to stop over and see the room, it's cool."

"OK, and why the suit?"

"I had to be in court again today with Dirt's hearings on the shooting and all. I'm heading home now if you want to stop by. The place really looks great."

Janet tilted her head skeptically. "Yeah, we'd like that. We need to get something and we'll stop by." Al agreed and went off down the street carrying his purchases. Janet watched as the beefy cop turned the corner. "You really think two high testosterone cops have things ready for a baby?"

Linda turned to look at Janet. "Maybe they'll surprise us."

Steve slammed the door of his gym locker, stepped back onto one of his shoes and fell over the bench. Bo and Kenny watched and tried not to laugh.

"If that's an indication of how you're workout will be tonight, we'll let you workout by yourself."

Steve wheezed a big sigh and got up. He sat on the edge of the bench and put on his shoes. "Mary Lou cancelled another date tonight. I don't even get a decent message. She leaves a note under the windshield of my car."

"Hey, it's only one date, no big deal."

"No, this is the second time and we have, well, haven't for a week or more now. Since I have been seeing this head dude, I haven't gotten off. The pressure is building."

Kenny slid his lock through the clasp. "In that case we won't be showering with you either."

Bo stretched his thick arms over his head. "Speak for yourself. You need help relieving that pressure, just let me know. Why didn't you mention it?" Steve shrugged his shoulders. The three men continued to discuss Steve and Mary Lou's relationship through the workout. The more they talked, the more intense Steve became in his workout until he was soaking wet and piling on more and more weight. Bo and Kenny struggled to keep up. In the shower later, Kenny invited Steve over for dinner and to relax. He told Bo he would stop at the store on the way home and get stuff but he had to relieve Steve's edge before he got home.

"What? You want me to have sex with the man?"

"Well, it's not like we haven't had sex before and he needs to relax. Get him off, suck, and let him fuck you. He's your partner."

"This isn't in the line of duty. But, if I must sacrifice." Kenny rolled his eyes and walked to his car, letting Bo get a ride home with Steve. "Take your time."

Steve looked at Bo skeptically. "What was that all about?" Bo simply smiled evilly and shook his head.

Bo offered Steve a beer when they got to the apartment and excused himself to throw their gym stuff in the laundry. He called Steve into the bedroom a couple of minutes later. When Steve walked in, Bo was sitting naked on the bed. His thick black cock was bloated but not hard.

"Well, partner, I suggest you lose those clothes and let me suck that fat dick." Steve stood several feet from the bed and blinked. "Come on, get naked."

"Uh, Bo, you don't have to do this. Really. I know I need a sexual release right now, but it won't kill me."

Bo was off the bed in two seconds and threw his hard beefy arm around the shorter man. He pulled Steve close and kissed the side of his neck. Steve shuddered. Bo's big hands massaged his partner's back then moved down to the round muscle butt. As he squeezed the hard glutes, Steve flexed them and groaned.

"You know, this psycho I am seeing wouldn't approve of this."

"Shrink, not psycho."

"I think he's psycho." Steve looked up into the dark clear eyes of his partner and felt Bo's hot mouth press against his. He took a deep breath and felt Bo take over his body. The big man's hand pulled away the T-shirt and undid the button and zipper on his jeans. Steve felt the heat of Bo's naked body envelop his own. Bo slowly slid down to undo Steve's shoes. He helped the man out of his shoes and jeans then knelt before the stocky thick cop and carefully, methodically worked his way over the huge legs with his callused hands and hot mouth. Hot jolts of sex shoot through Steve's body. His skin warmed. His nipples felt like they were being charged with electricity even though no one was touching them. He closed his eyes and let Bo use him. Bo took the beer bottle from his hand and put it on the nightstand. Steve felt a light but hot touch on his balls as Bo slid his hand under the big low hangers and fondled them, kissing them lightly and nuzzling his stubbled face against the big drooping dick. Bo's tongue caressed the head of Steve's cock and Steve felt his breath escape in a low moan. The hot mouth on his dick slowly sucked the mushroom head, swirling around it, tickling the sensitive underside

Bo pulled forward on the swelling balls and swallowed the soft cock letting it get hard in his throat. Steve balanced himself on Bo's shoulders as his cock was being pulled deep inside his partner's soul. He held the back of Bo's shaved head as the big man sucked his dick deep into his throat then backed off, then down again. Bo traced the thick veins of Steve's cock with his tongue, forced his tongue into the deep piss slit, sucked it in and out of his mouth until spit dripped freely. He directed the movement by tugging on the big low-hangers creating a buried guttural growl from the heart of Steve's heavily muscled body. Steve opened his eyes and looked down at his partner who was staring back up at him. Bo let the big dick smack against he hard-etched abs and sat back smiling.

"How about some of that in return?"

He slid back on the bed and spread his legs apart. His long, ebony dick flopped over the lemon-sized balls begging Steve to worship them. Steve slid up the over the edge of the bed and began licking his way up the bodybuilder cop's heavy-duty legs. His spit made the warm black skin glow with intensity. He worked his way up to the fat cock and slowly sucked it into a full throbbing erection. He sucked on the long dick as he slipped fingers into Bo's butthole. Bo moved his hips up and down fucking Steve's throat.

"Oh yeah buddy, show me how much you want this black man's big dick. Make it shine. Get your fingers deep in my ass. Yeah. Feels good. You're a good cocksucker Stevie."

Steve felt the hot wet kiss on his butt as he concentrated on getting Bo close and then backing off. Two big callused hands pulled his buttcheeks apart and a tongue forced its way into his ass.

"It's just Kenny Steve. You like his tongue up your ass? Show my dick how much you like getting your ass eaten. Whoa boy. Don't make me cum. You know what I like don't you Steve. I like Kenny fucking my black ass with his big cock. You want to know why I like it? You want to find out what it feels like?" Steve moaned a deep growl. "Hmph? I think that means yes Kenny. He ain't about to let go of my dick to answer you so you better just fuck that beefy cop butt."

Steve felt the cool lube being worked deep into his ass, then a large blunt object began forcing it's way into his tight butt."

"I think you better hold his head on your dick Bo, this might make him lose his grip, er suck." Steve took a deep breath and let it out slowly as the monster prick filled his ass. His eyes watered with pain from the oversized cock. Then he felt Kenny's coarse pubic hair against his hard smooth butt and felt two arms on either side of him as Kenny began pulling out and sliding back in. he braced himself on his elbows as the fucking picked up in intensity. Kenny leaned back on his knees, one hand on Steve's butt the other stroking Steve's own impressive cock flopping underneath the cop's body. Steve never missed a stroke on Bo's dick. His sucking coincided with the fucking Kenny was giving his ass.

"This boy's a natural fuck Bo, how the cocksucking?"

Bo looked up through two tiny eye slits. "It's..it's..re....really, shit, fuck, I can't hold on much longer, you gonna pump a load all over that sweaty, I'm gooooonnnnnna cum." Steve felt a huge hot load of his partner's spunk hit the back of his throat. He sucked voraciously to get every drop. Kenny's load sprayed across the tight butt and onto Steve's back. The beefy mechanic rubbed it into the cop pigs muscled back.

Kenny dropped to Bo's side and kissed his hunky lover. "You know, your funky partner here is one helluva a sex freak for someone who can't decide if he's straight or gay. Bo, he's asleep. We wore him out."

"No, I think he's just storing up energy. He didn't cum yet, look at that hard cock." Bo slid down and swallowed the still rigid prick. Steve stirred and looked over at Kenny.

"No, Bo, I'm goonaaaaa fucking shoot." Bo forced the cock down his throat and felt the big cock spasm and fill his body with hot cop cum." Bo rolled to his side and smiled. "OK, who wants dinner?"

Max fumbled to find the condom he had put on the nightstand. The big beefy man was hot and too close to take chances. If he didn't get his dick sheathed quickly his load would be on the loose. "Damn, I think my rubber fell on the floor."

"That's OK, we don't need it."

"No, we do, I can't hold off." He felt two legs clamp around his waist and pull him deeper. His nuts pulled up and the familiar surge of hot cum hit home. "Shit."

"Yeah, give me that hot load, fill me."

"Are you on something?"

"No."

"NO?"

"I'm sorry Max, you're not HIV and I want your spunk. See, I want to get pregnant."

"What? Are you nuts Mary Lou? I don't want you to get pregnant by me, I, I..."

"No problem. I'm not looking for a husband, just a baby. I'm lesbian."

"Oh good grief."

Janet and Linda walked through Linda's former home in disbelief. In three short months, Jim and Al had repainted half the house in bold ways Linda would never have let Jim try. They were floored by the now masculine yet perfectly arranged master bedroom. The office guestroom was a workspace out of HGTV and then there was the nursery.

Al stood proudly waiting for their response."

"Well, what do you think?"

Linda looked at the spotlessly clean, perfectly assembled little boy's room and let out a low whistle. "If I hadn't have lived here, I wouldn't believe this is the same house. Guys, I'm impressed. Really. You guys really did all of this yourselves?"

"Yep, shocking ain't it?" Jim threw his arm around Al's waist and hugged him close. "Hard to believe all this decorating talent tools around on a Harley."

Janet laughed. "Honey, I gotta agree with that. I never would have guessed it."

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