Holy mother fucking ficcage!
Yes, it is done! The second part to my Oz/WWE crossover fic! I hope this one can live up to the first one... I also hope it's not too jumpy and stuff... Oh, but here's the kicker... The final word count for this BEAST came to... 11,145. Yes, that's 3000 words more than my last longest fic. I shocked myself with this one, actually... Alright, enough blabbing, you've got enough to read...
And a link to Chapter 1
A small new group of inmates had just arrived at Oswald State Correctional Facility (Level 4). Only one person had been picked to move into Emerald City: prisoner #02R237 Cody Runnels. At 18 years old, he was currently the youngest inmate in the prison, but his family was no stranger to the prison system. His father was brought to Oz back in 1998 and he told both of his sons that he never wanted them to visit. Struggling to find work, Cody went to work for his older brother who had taken over the operation. They were arrested together, and this time Cody and Dustin were brought to Oz. It was a whole family affair down at Oswald.
“In Em City we have a strict set of rules,” the officer said to Cody. “There are more rules here than in any other unit. The guards watch you 24/7. We tell you when to eat, when to sleep, when to piss. There is no fighting, no fucking. This is Fiona,” the officer said in a sarcastically high pitched attempt at a female’s voice. “She’ll be your sponsor and help you learn the ropes around here. Now, grab your shit and we’ll go.”
“Hey, Dollface,” Fiona, the resident pre-op transsexual, greeted Cody, petting his arm.
“Hey,” he replied quietly back, his gaze fixed on the dirt on the grey cement floor.
“Sweetie, you’ll be ok. Alright?”
He gave her a small upturn of his mouth as a sign of his appreciation at her kind words.
The officer glared at them, obviously wanting to get a move on, so Cody grabbed his things and the three made their way into Emerald City.
“Who do we have here?” a biker shouted out as they walked into the main gate. Cody and Fiona looked his way, but the guard kept going up to the officer station on the second floor of the unit.
“Looks like the new fag prag!” an Aryan, one of the allies to the bikers, shouted back to him in response.
Both groups erupted into roars of laughter. Fiona gently pat Cody’s shoulder and whispered, “Don’t listen to them. Don’t let them get to you.” She led him to his pod, where he set his stuff down on the bed. She then took him to her pod, which was right next to his, and sat down on the bottom bunk, patting the space next to her. Cody sat down and she wrapped an arm around his shoulder. “Now, Baby, while I can’t tell you this place’ll get better, I can tell you it’ll get easier. Easier to deal with the teasing, the taunting, the intimidation, the name calling, because even with all that, people tend to leave ‘those filthy queers’ alone. I think it’s because they all think we have AIDS and no one wants to be the one that gets the fag disease. So, baby, just don’t listen to them.”
“Thanks,” Cody replied, melting into her touch. He longed for some soothing physical contact. When he was selling for his brother, his business often brought him to the gay clubs and bars, which meant a lot of sex, but there were many times when he wanted something more than that. He didn’t just want his dick up someone’s ass, he wanted to hold someone, to have someone hold him. And now as Fiona held him, he couldn’t help but wish he could feel this more often. Even though it was completely platonic, Cody, for once, actually felt close to another human being. He sighed then asked, “Hey, Fiona, do you have any idea when I’ll be able to see my dad and brother?”
“Oh, that’s right, you were the one that got arrested with your brother. Well, sweetheart, you should be seeing them at dinner tonight.”
Cody’s blue eyes lit up, his normally brilliant blue eyes had been utterly dulled in this environment, but the mere thought of seeing his family filled him with a happiness that shone from the inside out. He hadn’t seen his father in four years and he ached to see a familiar face in this place.
Out in the main area of the Em City unit, John Cena and Randy Orton sat at a table playing checkers. They witnessed Cody’s arrival, and while they normally tried to remain indifferent towards any new arrivals, they couldn’t help but scowl at the men that taunted the young new inmate, those men that prided themselves on being tough guys and bullies. For even though both had tough exteriors, there were times when both men actually cared. Finding each other in this shit hole was the best thing that could have possibly happened to them, even if they had to keep their relationship a closely guarded secret, known only to Beecher and Rebadow. And while neither of them would consider themselves gay, they couldn’t imagine how hard it would be to be instantly labeled a fag because you were brought in as one of the gays of Em City, such as Cody was.
“Randy, what’s with that look?” John asked the man across from him.
“I’m thinking about something…”
“Dangerous.”
“Fuck you. Look, when I walked into this place for the first time I scoped this place out and I saw you. I knew right off the bat that I would connect with you, that we could get along just from looking at you. And once I started talking to you it became even more clear. Now look at where we are,” Randy said with a wink and a bright smile.
“Ok, so what’s your point?” John asked, returning the smile, his dimples out in full force.
“My point is that I’m getting the same feeling about that new kid, Cody,” Randy answered with a nod of his head in the direction of the newest inmate.
“What about him? That you want to fuck him now, too?”
“No, don’t be an ass,” Randy retorted, though he couldn’t deny that the young kid was attractive and just seemed to be oozing with a sexuality, even though he was obviously nervous about his new surroundings. “Look, I just think it’d be good for him to know that, well, we can be there for him if he needs us.”
John nodded his head slightly. He felt the same thing, he knew what Randy was talking about. Randy was able to hold his attention and they had an undeniable connection. That was instantly noticeable as soon as Randy entered Em City. John knew that he felt the same thing in regards to Cody. “Alright.”
Randy kept looking in Cody’s direction, and Cody noticed. Even though he was tucked into Fiona’s arms, he was on the side of the bed closer to the wall, giving him a view of the unit. He excused himself from the pod and thanked her once again for everything, and then ventured out of the pod alone, receiving several cat calls and he heard ‘pretty boy’ thrown at him several times. He walked past John and Randy, but he could still feel a set of eyes on him. Cody sat down in front of the TV, but didn’t bother with headphones. He started blankly at the screen filled with images of women running around in skimpy bathing suits playing volleyball. There were other men around making lewd comments about her tits while another older man declared his love for her every two minutes. He felt those eyes on him again and a body slid into the seat behind him. Taking a deep breath, Cody turned around to face the man. “What the fuck do you want?” He was scared at what the answer might be. The guy was huge, he had to be at least 6’ 4” and he was built. Cody knew he could easily be overpowered by the man, but the more he looked at him, he couldn’t help but notice the handsome features that he possessed. The more he looked, the less frightening the thought of that man doing something to him became.
Randy nodded his head to the TV and said in a deep voice that Cody found went straight to his dick, “I don’t think you’re too devoted to Miss Sally. Let’s go back to my pod and we can talk.”
Cody quirked a confused eyebrow, but followed the guy to his pod none-the-less. Too tall to sit on his own bunk, Randy climbed up to his lover’s bunk and let his long legs hang over the edge. Cody sat down across the pod on the metal toilet and looked up to the figure on the bed.
“Look,” Randy began, “I know… I know there’s no reason for you to trust us, especially since you just arrived and you don’t even know who the fuck anyone in this place is, but I wanted to tell you that you can always turn to me. I heard what those shits were saying earlier to you, it’s impossible to not hear them, and I want you to know that if anyone touches you, if anyone puts their hands on you, tell me and then me and John will take care of things.”
If Cody was confused before, he was certainly confused now. “Ok, while I appreciate the offer, you’re right, I don’t fuckin’ know you. Why the fuck are you being so nice, anyway? And who the fuck is John? Oh, and while were at it, who the fuck are you?”
“I’m Randy. John is my… pod mate. As for why I’m being so nice, well, I don’t know. When I first got here, I just clicked with John from the moment I saw him. I haven’t managed to do that since, but when you came in, I knew that we would hit it off instantly.”
“Are you sure it’s good for your image to be seen with a fag?” Cody asked him with a tilt of his head.
“Fuck everyone that says anything about it,” was Randy’s simple reply.
Cody raised his chin, his eyes still full out doubt. “What do you want out of it from me?” He knew there had to be something in it for Randy. He wouldn’t have made that kind of offer without something in return.
Randy just shrugged. “Nothing.”
“Bullshit.”
“Cody, you don’t have to believe me. You don’t have to take me up on the offer, but let’s face it, you’re an attractive young guy and some of the dudes in this joint would love to get a piece of your ass, whether you want them to or not. And I’m telling you right now no one else in here would give a shit if you got raped.”
“But, the officers…”
“Oh, they’ll say they’re gonna do an investigation, but you’re an inmate, Cody, a prisoner, no one, from the junkie three pods down to Warden Glynn, cares. No one.”
Cody gazed out into the ‘recreation area’ and saw the men that were giving him a hard time not too long ago at his arrival. If he got cornered by one of those gangs there would be nothing he could do. His stomach turned at the mere idea of anyone of those bikers or Aryans doing anything to him, much less forcing themselves upon him in some isolated storage closet. He visibly shuddered, but instead of jumping on the offer, he first had to know, “Is that what you want from me? Do you want to protect my so you can have my ass all for yourself?” Cody stood up and Randy jumped down from the bed. Cody stepped up to him until they were practically touching. “Well, is that it, Randy? Do you want me?”
Randy set his steely eyes on Cody’s and told him, “I want to help you.”
John entered the pod just then. He looked at his bed, the sheets now ruffled, then turned to Randy. “You were sitting on my bed again.”
“You spend enough time in mine,” Randy retorted without thinking. He clamped his hand over his mouth when he remembered Cody was still in the pod. “Oh, shit. Oh… Fuck!”
Cody’s mouth dropped open and he looked between the two. “You mean… you and you are…?”
“Yeah,” Randy answered the unfinished, yet still very clear question.
“Ok,” Cody said with a nod. “I’ll take you up on your offer.” He brought a hand up and let it rest on Randy’s neck, the closeness and need for comforting human contact overwhelming him. “Thank you,” he added, standing on tip-toe to place a chaste kiss on Randy’s lips. He moved closer to John and repeated the action. “You too, John. Thank you.”
Randy and John looked at each other, small smiles playing on their lips. Randy turned back to face Cody and said, “Remember, if anyone threatens you or forces you to do something, please tell me. We have a way of dealing with things.”
“I will. But… I still don’t get it… Why me? I just got here, to prison. People aren’t supposed to… to care. My dad wouldn’t even let me visit him when he came here.”
“I already told you, Cody, because I could tell right away that we would hit it off. And we did, right?”
“Yeah… Yeah, even though I was a bit of an asshole earlier.”
“You were just being careful. I can’t blame you for that.”
Officer Murphy walked by the pod, stopping in the doorway. “Hey, boys, from my personal experience, when there are more than two people in a pod, there’s something going down that you guys don’t want us guys to hear about. And that’s usually the kinda thing us guys don’t approve of. So, how about you all come out here and chat?”
John rolled his eyes, but he generally got along with the Irish officer, so he did as he was asked. “That better?”
“It will be once everyone’s outta there.”
Cody stepped out of the pod next followed closely by Randy. “Happy now?”
“Just peachy,” Murphy said before he walked off to go check on some more pods on the lower level.
“I think I’m gonna head to my pod… Scope the place out…”
“Well, let me tell you about all the amenities, since, let’s be honest, you’ve seen one pod, you’ve seen ‘em all. First you have a lovely glass door and surrounding walls so that anyone and everyone can see you take a piss or crap on the shiny metal toilet. There are bunk beds with thin prison issue sheets you were given upon arrival and the mattress leaves a lot to be desired. There are two shelves next to that bunk bed for your personal belongings. And finally, the sink designed to match the toilet. I think once you see your pod, you’ll find it looks exactly like ours,” Randy said sarcastically.
“Fine, I should at least meet my pod mate.”
“Ok, go ahead. Henry’s pretty quiet, likes to lay low. Never really spoken to him much, have you, John?”
“Nope… But he can’t be all that bad. Oh, yeah, what were you in here for, again?” John asked him.
“Possession with intent to sell and the actual selling of the drugs.”
“Oh, yeah?” John headed over to an empty table and pulled out a chair, turned it around and straddled it, letting his arms cross over what was meant to be the back of the chair. Randy joined him at the table and they both looked to Cody, inviting him to sit with them.
“Yeah,” Cody answered, taking a seat. “There was a drug bust at the club I was working that night. Not only was I not able to finish my sale, I had my dick balls deep in this one guy’s ass when the cops came barging in.”
“Shiiiiit,” John said, trying his hardest not to laugh at Cody’s expense. “That sucks, dude.”
“You’re telling me. I barely had time to zip up before the drug dogs were barking at me and I was being hauled off in cuffs and shoved into the back of a cop car. It wasn’t exactly the best day of my life. The day I got arrested was the last time I got any, and I wasn’t even able to finish. God, and then the cops told my brother how they found me, since he was in the cell next to mine.” Cody propped his elbows up on the table and dropped his head into his hands. “Fuck, I was so embarrassed. Sure, he knew where I was doing my business, but he didn’t know that while I was there I was taking part in, umm, extracurricular activities.”
“And that’s how you wound up with the gays,” Randy stated, Cody’s placement within the groups now making sense.
“Dinner!” one of the officers from the guard station shouted out. The three men at the table stood and began to file out of Em City with the rest of the guys on their way to the cafeteria.
Tim McManus watched from his office and noticed John and Randy, two men who generally liked to keep to themselves, with John straying further and further from his long time pal Chucky and growing ever closer to Randy. Tim thought there might be something going on between those two, but he couldn’t be sure since no one ever said anything about it to him, and he wasn’t about to question either of them. So he was certainly surprised to see those two speaking to Runnels, the new guy and an openly gay new guy at that. Of course, he knew John was in charge of the underground drug trade and Randy was one of the top sellers, so the new connection to Cody, arrested for drug pedaling, could be strictly business. But from the way they interacted with each other, Tim wasn’t so sure. Still, the last thing he needed was someone who had experience in the business to be working with John and Randy.
Back in the cafeteria, Cody followed in after John but in front of Randy. His eyes scanned the room and a smile graced his face when he saw his father and the smile grew wider when he spotted his brother sitting across the table from their dad. They walked through the line, getting themselves a pile of corn, an apple, something that resembled chicken and a juice box. Cody held his tray in his hands then said to his new companions, “If it’s ok with you, I’d like to go see my dad and brother.”
“You’re your own man,” Randy said and he and John walked over to their usual spots while Cody headed over to his dad. He set his tray down in the space next to him and waited for him to turn around before taking a seat. Dustin smiled up and him and nodded his head to Dusty to look over. When Dusty finally turned his head, he couldn’t help but smile.
Dusty clambered out of his seat and pulled his youngest son into a tight hug. “Cody!” he exclaimed. Cody returned the hug, holding on until a CO told them to break it up.
Both men sat down, but before they could begin to talk, there was a shout across the room, “Hey, your kid’s got a sweet little ass on him! I’d love to get some of that!”
“Yeah, I bet your boy would be a great fuck!” a different man shouted out.
“My dick would feel real good in that tight bitch ass of his!” came a cry from a third man.
From across the table, Dustin stood up, the anger evident on his face. “You shut the fuck up, you fuckin’ bitch!”
“Dustin, don’t,” Cody said to his brother, his hand reaching out to grab his wrist. Dustin pulled out of the grip, fuming.
Randy and John kept a close eye on the men that sent their threats to Cody. One of those men, James Robson, was no stranger to making men his prag, even after Beecher bit off the tip of his dick all those years back. He had backup, and was generally the type that, if he wanted something, he would go to any means to get it. When they heard a shout in response, they looked towards Dustin. A guard had gone over to him and told him he needed to sit and calm down before he wound up in the hole. “If that FUCK lays a hand on my brother…”
“Please, Dustin, don’t do anything stupid,” Cody pleaded with him, his eyes begging.
“He’s right,” Dusty said. “Look, I don’t want anything to happen to him, either, but even if something does, God forbid, I don’t want you in some cell down in death row, you hear me?”
Dustin sat down and took a deep breath. “Ok. Ok, I won’t do anything.”
Their dinner was eaten in relative silence after that. They would have plenty of time to talk later, anyway.
They parted as they left the cafeteria and Cody joined back up with John and Randy. “It got pretty tense in there,” John pointed out.
“Yeah… Do you think there’s a chance that that guy really could…?”
“We can’t rule it out,” Randy said honestly. “But you have us and your family behind you, alright?”
“Alright.” Changing the subject just before they arrived in Em City, Cody asked, “Hey, what did you guys do to get in here, anyway?”
“Lockdown!” Officer Murphy shouted as soon as everyone was back into the unit.
“That’ll have to wait until tomorrow,” Randy told him.
“Wait, we have to go to our pods now?”
“Yup, we’re in for the night.”
“But it’s only,” Cody looked at his watch, “6:00.”
“And we’re in there until 6:00 tomorrow morning. Lucky you will probably be coming to work with us in the dress factory.”
“Let’s hurry it up down there!” one of the officers shouted from the second floor at the three standing around.
“Enjoy your first night in the land of Oz,” John said to Cody as he and Randy walked off to their pod.
Cody took a deep breath and turned off towards his pod. He stepped inside and saw Henry up on the top bunk.
“I don’t think we’ve properly met,” Henry said, his head tilting in Cody’s direction. “I’m Henry.”
“Cody.”
“Nice to meet you, Cody. I’m sure we’ll have lots of time to get to know each other,” he added with a wink.
Cody gave him an unsure smile before muttering, “Yeah, sure…” He began to make his bed, stretching the flimsy sheets over the thin mattress. It was certainly no Four Seasons. He sighed and lay down on the bed, stretching himself out. He rolled onto his side, but found it too uncomfortable, so he wound up on his back staring up at the bunk above him. He could hear each little shift in position Henry made. And when Henry jumped down from the bed and sat down on the toilet Cody couldn’t help but think to himself that this was going to be a long many years in this place.
The next morning, the three sat together at breakfast and right after John and Randy were off to the dress factory while Cody was summoned to McManus’ office. “In Oz, each inmate has a job to perform. You’ll be working in the dress factory.”
“Sounds just great.”
“Yeah…” Tim waved his hand to the CO standing outside his office and said, “Escort him to the dress factory so he can start his work assignment.”
After his shift was over, he, John and Randy had lunch and then they were soon back in Em City. “So, you finally gonna tell me what landed you in here? You know all about my arrest. It’s only fair.”
“After you,” John said.
“Alright. I’m here for assault and battery with a deadly weapon. I’ve only been here for a few months, so I have years ahead of me until my first parole hearing. Johnny, it’s your turn.”
“Two counts of murder one,” John said quite bluntly. Cody’s eyes widened in shock and his mouth dropped open. He never would have thought John murdered anyone. John just shrugged and added, “You don’t fuck with my family.”
“So, you’re a lifer?”
John gave a small nod. “Yup.”
“How’d you not wind up getting the death penalty? I thought that’s what they gave to you murder one people?” Cody asked.
“I pleaded out. They dropped my sentence from the death penalty to life without the chance of parole. Sometimes I wish they just sentenced me to death,” he added quietly.
Under the table, Randy let his foot brush up against John’s leg and gave him a smile. “It took him weeks to tell me why he was in here, and look at you, gettin’ the information outta him in a day. Oh, and let’s not forget the circumstances under which you did tell me.”
John looked away, the memories of that day still fresh in his mind. He was ashamed at himself for ever wanting to harm Randy in any way. But thoughts of that moment in which he his desire to kill the younger man instead turned to a frenzied passion and need for him still sent shivers down his spine.
“What circumstances?” Cody asked, his inborn sense of curiosity getting the better of him.
“It’s probably better if you didn’t know,” Randy pointed out.
“Oh, come on. You can’t go and say something like that and then leave me hanging. That’s like holding a crack addict’s head over a line and telling him he can’t snort it.”
“Crack is whack. Like Randy said, it’s best if that were forgotten. By all parties involved.”
“As if either of us could ever forget that day.”
“Shit, guys, it’s one thing to bring it up once, but then you just keep talking about it, leaving me out in the dark.”
“I’m sure you’ll hear all about it one day. We all have years left in this lovely little prison. It’s just that now’s not the time and out here certainly isn’t the place to discuss this. Alright?”
“Fine. But you swear you’ll tell me all about it at some point?”
“It’s possible. So, how’s the roomie?” Randy asked, changing the subject before anyone could continue to talk about that fateful, life altering day.
“I think he was coming onto me last night. He winked when he said we’d have lots of time to get to know each other.” He was obviously not in the least bit thrilled at the thought of that, especially when he could look across the table and see the dictionary definition of perfection in Randy Orton. But knowing Randy’s lover, who could easily be right next to Randy in that same definition, had planned the murder of two people, deterred any thoughts of him and Randy from infiltrating deeper into his brain. For a little while, at least. A very little while.
“Oh, that fuckin’ sucks. My first pod mate here was Beecher,” Randy said, jerking his head towards the man. “Fucking Christ, thank God we were able to talk McManus into letting us move in together, because that man was fucking crazy.”
“He ain’t as bad as he used to be,” John told him.
“The first thing he told me was that he bit someone’s dick off and that he shit in someone’s face. That’s not normal,” Randy said, shaking his head from side to side.
John nodded in agreement. “No, no that’s not normal… But at least he did it to complete assholes, right? Not like he’d ever bite your dick off.”
“Like I’d ever let my dick anywhere near him.”
“Keller does.”
Randy raised an eyebrow at him. He had only heard of this Keller guy before. “I dunno who Keller is, but if he lets Beecher anywhere near him, he’s obviously just as messed up as Beecher is.”
“He’s not that bad.”
“Sure, right.”
The three grew quiet for a while before Randy stood up and declared, “I’m gonna take a shower.”
“Alright,” John said as he too stood up.
Cody looked up from his seat to Randy and he tried to picture what he would look like in the shower, with water glistening off his tanned skin, his muscles rippling as he ran the soap over his body. His cock twitched in his pants at the thought. He decided that a shower would be a great idea.
Randy stripped down in his pod and wrapped a towel around his waist before he walked over to the showers. He had been in there for just a couple minutes when he heard someone else come in. He turned his head around and saw that it was Cody. “Hey.”
“Hey,” Cody replied, removing the towel from his waist and placing it on the barrier next to Randy’s. He turned the shower right next to Randy’s on and blatantly eyed him up and down. His body turned to face Randy, revealing a hardening cock. Cody knew that Randy would have a beautiful body, but not in his wildest dreams did he picture him this perfectly. The statue of David had nothing on this man. “Yesterday when I kissed you, I knew right then that I wanted more.” He stepped in and placed his hand on Randy’s neck, same as he did the day before, only this time his other hand splayed out over Randy’s hip.
“Cody, I-”
He was cut off as Cody brought his lips up to his. He was too shocked by the kiss to pull away, as Cody’s soft lips worked over his. He did pull away, though, when Cody’s hand slid from his up to ghost fingers over his dick.
“What the fuck are you doing?!”
Cody moved back under the spray of his shower and he quirked his head to the side at Randy’s question. “What do you think I’m doing?”
“It can’t happen, Cody,” Randy said point blank.
“Why not?”
“Because you know about John,” Randy answered through clenched teeth.
“So?” Cody asked as he moved back in closer. “Is there some law that you can’t have sex with more than one person?”
“Between me and John there is.”
Cody’s mind was racing, trying to think of what to do in order to get more of this man. “What if I told you it was just a thank you.”
“A thank you for what?”
“For offering to take care of me. It wasn’t like you had to do anything for me, yet you went out of your way to tell me that you would. I just thought maybe you’d like-”
“Yeah, well, I don’t,” Randy told him turning his attention back to the shower. “You don’t have to thank me in any way, but don’t ever try something like that again.”
Cody looked hurt. He didn’t know what would come from his attempts, but he wasn’t expecting to be turned down flat. “But…”
“I can’t, Cody. I just… can’t.”
“I thought you said I was attractive.”
“I was just pointing out a fact. Look, before this place I never thought I would want a guy to fuck my ass, and now I only want John to do it. While I’m sure you’re great at it, and all, I’m not interested.”
Cody took a nervous breath and looked up to meet Randy’s eyes. “Are you gonna tell John?”
“He would slit your throat and not think twice about it. But I might.”
Cody’s eyes grew wide. “But… you just said…”
“Look, John and me, we have an understanding. We tell each other everything.” Randy shut off the water and grabbed his towel, walking out of the room as he wrapped it around his glistening form.
Cody was frozen on the spot, completely unable to move from under his shower head.
That night a little while before lights out, Randy decided to tell John about what happened earlier in the day. “Hey, John?”
“Yeah,” John replied from his bunk as he lay back reading a car magazine.
“Cody kissed me in the shower.”
John folded up his magazine and tucked it under his pillow. “What?”
“I think he wanted me to fuck him.”
“What?” John asked once more, the anger evident in his voice.
Randy stood up from his bed. “It was his way of thanking me.”
This time when John said “What?” his voice was more confused than anything.
“For offering to watch out for him… That’s what he wanted to thank me for. And I think he’s really attracted to me, and thought I wanted him, too, since I said he was an attractive young man. But I told him I couldn’t do anything like that because, well…”
“LIGHTS OUT!” came a cry from the guards throughout the unit. The lights turned off and John and Randy were left in the dark.
John shifted from his bed and sat up so his legs were hanging over the side. “Because well, what?” he asked, knowing that he was the answer. He jumped down from the bed and his nearly naked body was flush with Randy’s.
“Because of you,” Randy answered before he leaned down and kissed him. In the dim lights, he could see John’s eyes dancing with want and lust. “We have to make it quick before the hacks come around.”
“Oh, well.” John pulled Randy’s head back down into a kiss and pushed his own boxers down to the floor. Randy did the same and soon both men were lying in Randy’s bed.
“Turn around,” Randy said to John, who rolled onto his stomach. Randy straddled John’s legs and leaned forward so his chest was against John’s back. “Suck,” he told John as he shoved three fingers into John’s mouth. John’s tongue lapped over the fingers, but instead of being able to give each one individual care like he would have so enjoyed doing, he could only coat them with as much saliva as possible as quickly as he could.
Randy removed the spit soaked fingers from John’s mouth and brought them down to his entrance, slipping two fingers in at once. John muffled his groans with his pillow as Randy stretched him and prepared him for entrance. His face buried deeper into the pillow when Randy stuck a third finger inside of him.
“I’m gonna fuck you so hard now,” Randy said right into John’s ear. Without lifting his body back up, he spit into his hand and reached down to slick up his dick with spit and the precum dripping out of him. He maneuvered his dick to John’s hole and with a single thrust of his hips, he was fully sheathed inside. He had to bite down on John’s shoulder to suppress his groan of pleasure as his dick became engulfed in the tight warmth of John’s asshole. “How’s that feel, Johnny?”
“So good,” he answered. He turned his head to the side and his nose brushed against Randy’s. Their eyes met and they brought their mouths together in a kiss. As their tongues snaked in and out of each other’s mouths, Randy’s hips worked quickly, thrusting in and out hard and fast in order to bring them both to completion before the guard came on his rounds, shining his flashlight into their pod to make sure nothing like this was going on. They had it timed perfectly at this point. They made sure of it ever since that time when John had to pull out of Randy and pretend he was taking a piss before the guard spotted them in bed together.
“I wish we could do this more… Wish it could be longer. I wanna be able to fuck you all night long,” Randy confessed with each thrust of his hips into John’s willing body.
“Oh, fuck, yes,” John agreed. When Randy drove his hips forward, sending his cock deep into him, his own dick rubbed against the rough fabric of the sheets, and the friction was so painfully sweet. He reached down and took hold of himself and began to stroke himself in time with Randy’s fast thrusts.
Out of the corner of Randy’s eye, he caught a CO on the other side of the room beginning his rounds. He sped up even further, though his climax was drawing close anyway. He could feel it building within him. “I’m so close,” he whispered to John.
“Me too.” John’s strokes on his dick sped up to again match Randy’s movements. “Fuck me, make me come.”
Randy pulled back further than he had been doing, nearly all the way out, before driving back in, brushing against John’s prostate. He kept it up for several thrusts before he made his final thrust. His cum shot out, filling John’s hole, which was clenching around his dick as he too came.
When Randy pulled out, John turned over and placed a quick kiss on Randy’s lips before he grabbed his boxers and climbed up into his own bunk.
Just two minutes later an officer shone his flashlight into John and Randy’s pod and found them both lying still in their own bunks. He continued on, leaving them until he made his way around again.
The following morning, when John and Randy exited their pod, they saw Cody leaving his own. “So, is what I hear about the shower true?”
Cody looked between John and Randy. He couldn’t believe Randy actually told him. John was a dangerous man, and he wasn’t afraid to show it. There was no way he could deny it, he would take Randy’s word over his any time, plus it was true. He wanted Randy to fuck him. He bowed his head and admitted, “Yeah.”
John smirked and said, “Not that I can blame you.”
This time it was Cody’s turn to confusedly ask, “What?”
“You can’t deny that this guy here is a looker. Hell, I’m straight and yet I still let him fuck my ass.”
Cody couldn’t help but grin at John’s statement. He was expecting the worse, being his own death, so he couldn’t help but be surprised by how calm John was in this whole situation.
“It just sucks I’ll never be able to get him.”
“Damn right you won’t. And if you ever try and pull a stunt like that again…” John trailed off, but made sure Cody could see the flash of a shank in his pants pocket.
Fear coursed throughout Cody’s body at the threat. His adam’s apple bobbed as he attempted to swallow, but his now dry throat prevented it from happening. He nodded and glanced back up into John’s face. “Ok,” he croaked out.
“Good, so now we have an understanding.”
Work and lunch passed quickly, and when they arrived back in Emerald City, they noticed two inmates that hadn’t been there previously. One of them was wearing prayer beads and was obviously with the Muslims. The other man, however, had blonde hair, beautifully tanned skin, wore an expensive looking white buttoned down shirt and grey slacks. He was also reading the Bible in a seat at one of the card tables. For the second time that day, Cody’s throat went dry, but this time it was not out of fear but out of pure, unadulterated lust.
The new inmate glanced up at the sounds of the wave of people returning to the unit. He noticed one young prisoner staring at him, but he thought nothing of it as he continued to read.
“Someone likes what he sees,” John whispered into Randy’s ear.
Randy smirked towards John and then said to Cody, “Go and talk to him if you’re interested. And you’re obviously interested.”
Cody just shook his head and said, “No way.”
“I doubt John ever woulda given me the time of day if I hadn’t gone up to him and started running my big mouth.”
“You were a dealer, go use your pitch on him or something,” John encouraged.
“For some reason I don’t think going up to him while grinding my crotch to his and promising him the best blow of his life while holding up a packet of cocaine would work on him. Just a hunch.”
“Hey, it’s your loss.”
That inmate was prisoner # 02D921, Theodore DiBiase Jr., son of the self made multi-million dollar corporation owner Ted DiBiase Sr. He was in Oswald for vehicular manslaughter while driving under the influence of alcohol. And while his father certainly had the means to get his son into a nicer facility, he wanted his son to learn from his mistakes, and it was certainly a big one that Teddy made. Ted Sr. was completely shocked by how similar his own son’s case was to that of the son of their long time family friends, the Beechers.
That night when they were told to return to their cells, Ted looked around over the balcony and saw that kid that had been staring at him go into a pod with one of the obviously gay inmates. He was completely disgusted, how dare he go making eyes at him? Someone would certainly have to be spoken to in the morning.
The following day, Cody was out in the main area reading a book when he felt someone close in behind him. He turned his body around and saw the gorgeous new inmate staring down at him, but all he could see was disdain in his eyes. “Hello?”
“You’re living your life wrong,” Ted stated.
“What?” Cody asked standing up from his seat.
“The Bible says that homosexuality is wrong, that it’s a sin.”
“Doesn’t the Bible also say that drinking alcohol is wrong?” Cody shot back, an obvious stab at the reason Ted was in Oz in the first place.
“Homosexuality is a far greater sin.”
“Hate to break it to ya, but I didn’t kill anyone. And last time I checked, killing someone was a hell of a lot worse than sucking dick.” Cody tried to keep his anger in check, but the more Ted spoke to him, the more he disliked him. But he still couldn’t help but find him attractive. Maybe there was still a chance…
Ted’s body stiffened at the mention of the poor woman he stuck with his car after that drunken binge. “I pray to God every day for her soul and for her family. I pray to God to forgive me, and he has.”
“Has he, now? So that whole ‘thou shalt not kill’ thing doesn’t matter once you go to confession and tell all your sins to get your guilty little ass absolved?”
“He has forgiven me, because I am sorry for what I did, I tell Him that every day. But you,” Ted continued, “can’t be forgiven. No matter how much you pray to be forgiven, no matter how much you repent, you’ll always be queer.”
“Who ever said I wanted to be forgiven for being queer?” Cody asked him.
“You should. You should want to be forgiven, because it’s disgusting.”
“Didn’t God make us in his own image? Doesn’t that mean God is a big flaming fag, too?”
“No, it just means something went wrong with you,” Ted said simply.
“Something went wrong with me? Really?” Cody’s anger was getting the better of him. He grabbed Ted by his shirt collar and pulled him in close so their noses were touching. A smirk passed over Cody’s face. “So, you think this is wrong?” he asked right before he tilted his head and pressed his lips onto Ted’s. He pushed Ted back but kept a hold on him. Before Ted could react in any way, positive or negative, Cody hauled back and punched him in the jaw.
Ted stumbled backwards, holding the spot where Cody’s fist connected. The entire room erupted in, “OHHHHH!” at witnessing Cody punch out the new prisoner. Several COs ran over to them and took hold of Cody’s arms.
He walked with them willingly, but was shouting back to Ted the entire time, “Yeah! What do you think of that? How does it feel to be touched by a fag?!”
Ted said nothing in reply, but his hand slid from his jaw up to his mouth. His fingers stayed on his lips that had just been kissed by Cody. His eyes flashed in hatred as he watched Cody get taken to the hole and heard the words directed at him. What did he think of that? He thought Cody was nothing but a pervert. A pervert that tried to corrupt him with his disgusting, unnatural habits. But, as such, when Cody’s lips touched his, he wasn’t engulfed in fire and brimstone; instead he was shocked by how soft Cody’s lips felt on his. Ted shook his head, there was no way he should be having those thoughts. He couldn’t be having those thoughts.
“You ok?” one of the COs asked him.
“I’m fine,” he said, his hand going back to his jaw. He left the main area of the unit and went back into his pod.
His pod mate, Jonathan Coushaine, asked him, “What happened out there?”
“I said something to him that he obviously disagreed with.” He rubbed his jaw a little more; Cody had really gotten him good.
“You’ve got to learn to pick your battles. Telling him that you think homosexuality is wrong isn’t worth it. He’ll never change.”
“How did you know…?”
“I’ve gotten a shiner or two before. You have to realize that they’ll all be burning in hell while we, who’ve chosen the right path, will be saved. Sometimes there’s nothing you can do.”
Down on the other end of the prison, Cody was thrown naked into the hole, isolated from everyone for the next few days. He looked around the desolate room and saw scratches on the walls from previous inmates. He glanced down at the floor and cringed at the thought of what else could be on that floor. He decided not to look at the floor again if he could help it. He stood against a wall, the cold sending a shiver throughout his body. Taking a deep breath he began to relive those moments just before he was tossed in here.
He couldn’t believe he liked that guy Ted. And when he realized that he still found him attractive, he banged his head back against the hard wall. “What the fuck is wrong with me?” he asked aloud. He started to pace around, talking to himself as he did so, “Ted hates me simply because I’m gay. I like him because he’s fuckin’ hot. I punched him, I kissed him and then I punched him, and I still want to fuck him.” He ran his hands through his short hair, so unsure of his feelings at the moment. Just yesterday he had come onto Randy, and he couldn’t deny that he still found Randy attractive, but there was no chance with him.
And he still wanted Ted. The moment just before Cody had punched him he looked into his eyes and saw fear and confusion. But there was also a spark of something, and Cody hoped like hell that it was desire. Desire for him, for Cody.
“No, god dammit, he fucking hates me. He doesn’t want anything to do with me. Especially after what I did. There’s no fucking chance now. FUCK!” he shouted, kicking the metal bucket that was left with them to piss and shit in.
While Cody paced the hole, John and Randy were still in shock at the events that had just transpired. “Holy shit, Cody’s got quite the right hook on him,” Randy said, impressed.
“Guess so. I wonder what he said to get him so pissed off, though? I didn’t think he had it in him.”
“Fuck, same here. Seemed like a pretty laid back guy; I didn’t think he’d snap like that.”
As the day continued, both John and Randy speculated on what went on between Ted and Cody. At dinner, as rumours circulated, Dusty and Dustin knew it was confirmed when they didn’t see the youngest family member enter the mess hall.
One day later, Cody was let out of the hole and was found sitting in his pod by John and Randy after lunch. “Dude, what the fuck happened?” Randy asked, standing in the doorway.
“Ted DiBiase happened. He came up to me and started spouting off about how I’m living my life in sin because I’m gay.”
“Didn’t I see you kiss him?” John asked, his own head peaking around into the pod.
“Oh, yeah… About that… I did, yeah. I don’t know what the fuck I was thinking… I…” His voice dropped down low to barely a whisper, “Fuck it, I still want him.”
“You do? I would think all chances have flown out the window after that little punch you laid on his jaw.”
Cody’s face scrunched up. There had to be something, something that he could do to show Ted that this wasn’t wrong. “Fuck, I know. But… God, I don’t know why.” He stood up from the bed and ducked in between John and Randy, exiting out into the main area. He scanned the floor and saw Ted sitting at the same table reading the Bible once more. “I gotta go…” he trailed off, heading towards Ted. When he sat down at the table, Ted looked up to him.
“What do you want?” Ted asked him, anger and confusion seeping into his southern drawl.
“I’m sorry.”
“You kiss me and punch me in the face and you expect me to accept your apology?”
“Doesn’t your little book tell you to forgive thine enemies or some shit like that?”
Ted sighed, and nodded. “Yeah, yeah it does.” He looked Cody directly in the eyes and said, “Ok, I forgive you.”
“Do you mean it?”
“The Bible-”
Cody reached out and put his hand on the spine of the open book. “Ted… Teddy, don’t you ever just want to say fuck the Bible?” He scooted his chair forward and leaned in further, taking the book out of Ted’s hands. “I saw the look in your eyes yesterday after I kissed you. You liked it.”
“I didn’t,” Ted denied to himself and to Cody. “I couldn’t.”
Cody set the Bible down on the table all while keeping his eyes level with Ted’s. “Alright. Look, I came down really hard on you yesterday. It’s a lot for you to think about. But, really, I’m not a bad guy. I just let my emotions get the better of me.” Cody laughed, “I don’t know what I was thinking… I only just met you… Not that that’s stopped me before… Oh, uhh… Sorry…” Cody apologized for his statement, not sure if the religious man would take offense.
“Cody, why are you doing this to me?”
“Doing what? Talking to you? Well, I was hoping we could figure things out between us after I so royally fucked things up yesterday.”
“No, not that… Why are you telling me all those things about you? Do you like me, or something? Because I told you earlier that’s wrong. Coushaine told me not to think too much about you being… gay… but I can’t wrap my head around the idea of it. A man is supposed to be with a woman.”
Cody leaned back in his chair and said, “Then you tell me about yourself. Cuz, well, I’ve never been with a woman.”
“Me either.”
Cody’s head quirked to the side, the confusion evident. “But… You just said…”
“The Bible says-”
“Right, no sex before marriage,” Cody finished for him. “What the fuck do you do for fun, then? Teach Sunday school and go on missionary quests converting heathens to the ways of the Lord?”
For the first time since seeing Ted, the man cracked a smile. “I did teach Sunday school, actually. But, uhh, I like Monster Trucks.”
“That’s so random,” Cody said with a grin.
“Yeah, my dad actually owns one. Or, well, his company does.”
“I heard that your dad was some millionaire or something like that.”
“You heard right… I was always his favourite, too… You could just tell. Now I’m like the black mark of the family. That’s why I was sent to this shitty prison, my dad made sure I learned my lesson.”
“That sucks,” Cody said, his hand moving of its own accord to reach out and pat Ted on the shoulder.
Ted fought the urge to jerk the hand off of his shoulder, but he came to realize that the touch was one of friendship, not sex. As they continued to talk, Ted found that he could get used to it.
Each night at dinner, Cody switched off sitting with his family and with Randy and John. Tonight was his night with the two best friends he had made since entering this place. Just as he had done with his father, he saw a tray slide into the empty space beside him. He turned a hopeful face to the side and a smile grew on his face when he saw that his hopes were recognized. “Do y’all mind?” Ted asked them hesitantly.
“Nope,” Cody replied, scooting over to give Ted more room.
“Ok, dude, I gotta ask you something,” Randy told him.
“What?”
“Where the fuck are you from? Because no one sure as hell sounds like that from New York.”
“Mississippi. Born and raised. When my dad’s business expanded, he moved out to New York. I came out here when I was 16,” Ted answered.
“Makes sense. So, you forgave Cody here for decking you one?” Cody glared at him, but then Randy said, “Trust me, that’s nothing compared to what Johnny here tried on me.”
“What the hell are you talking about?”
“Oh, it’s probably better if you didn’t know.”
“Would you quit fucking doing that?”
“Doing what?” the two asked at the same time. Christ, they really had been spending too much time together.
“Brining things up to me in reference to something I say only to tell me that it’s better if I didn’t know about it!”
“Maybe one day we’ll tell you all our dirty little secrets. But now I’d like to enjoy my…” Randy trailed his sentence off as he picked up the cuts of meat that were on his tray and examined it. “Uhhh… Pork?”
“Maybe you shouldn’t think about it…” John suggested as he cut into his.
Randy watched as John took a bite and cringed at the taste. “Fuck…” He closed his eyes and began repeating, “It’s a 16 ounce sirloin… It’s a 16 ounce sirloin…” When he took a bite of his own he said after swallowing, “Shit, that was the worst sirloin I’ve ever had.”
Weeks progressed and the four grew closer, which pleased Tim McManus to no end. Each of those men were parts of different groups, groups with very different belief systems, yet they all managed to get along. The one that surprised him the most had to be Runnels and DiBiase, considering their skirmish on Ted’s second day. Upon questioning he found that it was a result of DiBiase telling Runnels that his being gay was wrong, yet somehow they managed to work things out between them, becoming friends. Looks like his experimental unit was becoming a true success.
The four were sitting at a card table, John and Randy attempting to teach the other two pinochle. Mid-way through the fourth hand, though, Cody threw down his cards and out of the blue declared, “I can’t fuckin’ concentrate. I’m so fuckin’ horny.”
“Too bad you can’t come join us in our pod late at night,” Randy teased.
By this point, Ted knew the circumstances of Cody’s arrest and the arrangement John and Randy had. And he discovered that he was fine with it. For his entire life he was taught to live life according to the book, that if you follow it you will come out all the better. But as he sat in a prison cell at night, he couldn’t help but question what it said. How was he any better than any one person in this place? Just because he had a belief in God didn’t mean he didn’t deserve to be here. He deserved every second of his time spent in Oz. Praying to God each and every day wouldn’t get him out any faster. Praying to God every day wouldn’t take back the fact that he took a human life. Praying to God every day wouldn’t prevent him from developing feelings for Cody.
Ever since the younger man kissed him, he began to feel an inner turmoil building. His entire life he believed that homosexuality was wrong and yet even he was starting to feel something for another man. For weeks now he silently begged for Cody to kiss him again. Now was his chance. “Cody…” he started to say, but any more words wouldn’t come out.
“Yeah?” He looked to Ted and tried to read his expression. “What is it, Teddy?” he asked softly.
“It’s nothing…”
“Don’t be silly, Teddy,” Randy said, patting him on the back. They all knew what Teddy was trying to say, they had all seen the want in his eyes for Cody growing with each passing day. “Tell Cody that you’ve been dying to check out the new books that arrived in the library… You know the library with that handy little storage closet right there before you enter the room.” With that, Randy threw his cards on the table while John picked them up and packed them back into their box.
Cody raised an eyebrow at the older men who only waved in return. Turning his attention back to Ted, he asked, “So, did you want to go check out the new books?”
Ted, still unable to say anything, gave a small nod. Together they walked up the stairs and Cody said to Murphy, “We’re going to the library.”
Murphy wrote their names down on a time sheet and sent them on their way. Out in the hall, they stopped in front of the closet Randy had mentioned. Cody turned to face Ted. He could hardly believe this moment was actually going to happen. “Teddy, now is your chance to back out of this.”
Ted shook his head no, then grabbed Cody’s hand and opened the door to the closet. He found a small light bulb hanging from the ceiling and pulled the cord and a dim light filled the tiny space. “I… Ever since you kissed me… I haven’t been able to stop thinking about it. At first I was disgusted by it, by you,” Ted confessed. He continued, his voice barely loud enough for Cody to hear, “But the more I thought about it, the more I wanted it to happen again.”
Cody closed any gap between them and wrapped an arm around Ted’s waist while his other hand gently caressed his neck. “I did, too,” Cody said. He brought his head in closer and his lips pressed lightly against Ted’s. Ted pressed back, so Cody snuck his tongue out, letting it slide over Ted’s lips, and when those lips parted for him, he slipped his tongue inside that welcoming mouth and explored each and every surface.
Ted’s hands were on Cody’s shoulders, but they slowly started to slide down over Cody’s back, pulling them tighter together. He felt Cody’s hard dick through the fabric of his slacks and released himself from the embrace.
“What is it?” Cody asked, thinking he did something wrong.
“We’re actually doing this, aren’t we?” Ted’s fingers brushed over his lips, just as they did after their first kiss.
“Only if you want to.”
“I want to,” Ted responded.
Cody nodded and stepped back in close. “I’m gonna show you that this isn’t wrong. In fact, I’m gonna show you just how right this is.” He began to unbutton Ted’s shirt, letting his fingers trail over the newly exposed skin. He slid the shirt off of his shoulders and let it drop to the floor. His fingers ghosted over a nipple and he heard a sharp intake of breath from Ted. “Has anyone ever done that to you before, Teddy?” he asked, doing it again, this time to the other one.
“No…”
“How far have you gone with a girl?” Cody mumbled as he gently nipped at Ted’s neck.
“I’ve kissed some, but that’s it.” His head instinctively fell to the side, allowing for Cody to have better access to more tender flesh.
“Oh, you’ll feel soooo good when your dick is inside of me.” Cody reached down and undid all the fastenings on Ted’s pants. “You’ll never feel anything as good as that. When your dick is surrounded by the tightness and heat of someone’s asshole, fuck, you’ll never want it to end.” Cody placed another kiss on the stunned looking Ted’s mouth. “Have you jerked off before?”
“Yeah,” Ted answered.
“Oh, you bad boy you,” Cody jokingly scolded. “Once you do this, though, you’ll never want to go back to your boring ol’ hand.” Cody pushed his own pants and boxers down to his ankles. He turned around and spread his legs as far as his pants would let him. “Sorry your first time is so unromantic.”
Ted smirked. Right now he didn’t care if he were at a five star hotel in the Bahamas on a bed scattered with rose petals and surrounded by candles or in a prison storage closet, all he wanted to do was feel what Cody was like. “I don’t really care,” Ted said before he kissed Cody once more. “But, you’ll have to tell me what to do.”
Cody gave him a small smile and picked up his hand. He folded down all but two fingers and then slipped those into his mouth. Ted stared at Cody as the younger man slid the fingers in and out of his mouth. Cody’s tongue swirled around one finger before he turned his attention to the other. Even if all the attention wasn’t completely necessary, he wanted Ted to feel that this was something more than a quick fuck. This was Ted’s first time with anyone, and he wanted it to be good for the both of them. “There,” Cody said. He guided Ted’s hand down to his entrance. “Go on,” Cody encouraged.
Ted slid a finger inside of Cody up to the first knuckle, afraid to push further into the tight ring of muscle. “It’s ok, you can do more.”
“But I don’t want-”
“You won’t hurt me. Trust me, I’ve had a lot more than this.”
Going on Cody’s words, Ted pushed the finger in deeper until it was all the way inside. He began sliding it out and then pushed it back inside. “Is that ok?”
“Yeah, it’s great. Add another.”
Ted did as he was told, sliding the second finger inside. Cody pushed down on the fingers, impaling himself on them all the way. “That doesn’t hurt?” Ted asked, amazed.
“It does a little, but it’s a good hurt, and it will feel so good. Keep going. Move your fingers more,” he instructed. Ted did as he was told, moving his fingers around inside of Cody’s willing hole. He heard a moan escape from the younger man, and he moved his fingers around once more finding that spot that produced that reaction. “So fucking good! Please, fuck me. Please!”
Ted slid his finger out of Cody’s ass. “What should I…?”
“Try spitting into your hand. I know it’s kinda gross, but it’s all we’ve got. It’s kinda like the first couple times you jack off before you discover the wonders of Vaseline.” He heard Ted spitting into his hand and knew he was working it over his dick, mixing it with the precum already leaking from him. “Do it now, Ted.”
Ted looked down at Cody’s ass and watched himself as he lined his dick up against Cody. He slowly worked the tip inside, groaning as that heat Cody was talking about surrounded him. “Fuck,” he groaned out.
“Told you it felt nice. I want all of you inside of me. Now.”
As Ted slowly inched his way in, Cody grew impatient, as he had done with the fingers, and pushed himself back, sheathing Ted’s dick fully inside of him. The move elicited a moan from Ted as the sensations took him over. “Oh, fuuuuck,” he said.
“See what you were missing?”
“What was I ever thinking?” he asked. He pulled his dick back and then pushed himself back in, loving the feeling of Cody surrounding him. “You feel so good.”
“So don’t you,” Cody told him. He began to develop a rhythm with him, driving himself down as Ted slammed in. “Touch me. I want you to touch me,” Cody pleaded.
Ted slid his hand around to Cody’s front, grabbing hold of his dick. It was the first time he had ever held a dick other than his own, and it felt so different. He began to slide his hands over it, doing all the things to Cody that he enjoyed when he did this to himself. He drew small gasps and moans out of the experienced younger man, and those went straight to his cock.
“I don’t think I can last much longer,” Ted said.
“Me either,” Cody told him.
Ted continued to thrust his hard dick into Cody who pushed back onto him. His climax grew nearer until he finally burst, his cum shooting out deep within Cody. His hand stroked Cody, who was still pushing himself up and down on Ted, riding out his orgasm for all it was worth. When Cody began to come, his ass clenched tightly around Ted’s dick and it sent further waves of pleasure throughout Ted’s body.
Spent, Cody turned his head around to look at Ted. Ted pulled his dick out of Cody and the two locked eyes. “So?” Cody asked as he pulled his pants back on, feeling the wetness of Ted’s cum on the back, but not caring.
“I’m a fan,” Ted answered.
Cody beamed. “I told you so.”
“Yeah, yeah. So, did you wanna go to the library?”
That earned a laugh from Cody. “I’d like to change out of these pants, actually, but you feel free to explore the wonders of the Oswald library.”
“When can we do this again?”
“Whenever you’d like. I hear there are a lot of new books in the library, we’ll have to come over here a lot.”
“I think I really like the library.”
Chapter 3 part 1
And a link to Chapter 1
A small new group of inmates had just arrived at Oswald State Correctional Facility (Level 4). Only one person had been picked to move into Emerald City: prisoner #02R237 Cody Runnels. At 18 years old, he was currently the youngest inmate in the prison, but his family was no stranger to the prison system. His father was brought to Oz back in 1998 and he told both of his sons that he never wanted them to visit. Struggling to find work, Cody went to work for his older brother who had taken over the operation. They were arrested together, and this time Cody and Dustin were brought to Oz. It was a whole family affair down at Oswald.
“In Em City we have a strict set of rules,” the officer said to Cody. “There are more rules here than in any other unit. The guards watch you 24/7. We tell you when to eat, when to sleep, when to piss. There is no fighting, no fucking. This is Fiona,” the officer said in a sarcastically high pitched attempt at a female’s voice. “She’ll be your sponsor and help you learn the ropes around here. Now, grab your shit and we’ll go.”
“Hey, Dollface,” Fiona, the resident pre-op transsexual, greeted Cody, petting his arm.
“Hey,” he replied quietly back, his gaze fixed on the dirt on the grey cement floor.
“Sweetie, you’ll be ok. Alright?”
He gave her a small upturn of his mouth as a sign of his appreciation at her kind words.
The officer glared at them, obviously wanting to get a move on, so Cody grabbed his things and the three made their way into Emerald City.
“Who do we have here?” a biker shouted out as they walked into the main gate. Cody and Fiona looked his way, but the guard kept going up to the officer station on the second floor of the unit.
“Looks like the new fag prag!” an Aryan, one of the allies to the bikers, shouted back to him in response.
Both groups erupted into roars of laughter. Fiona gently pat Cody’s shoulder and whispered, “Don’t listen to them. Don’t let them get to you.” She led him to his pod, where he set his stuff down on the bed. She then took him to her pod, which was right next to his, and sat down on the bottom bunk, patting the space next to her. Cody sat down and she wrapped an arm around his shoulder. “Now, Baby, while I can’t tell you this place’ll get better, I can tell you it’ll get easier. Easier to deal with the teasing, the taunting, the intimidation, the name calling, because even with all that, people tend to leave ‘those filthy queers’ alone. I think it’s because they all think we have AIDS and no one wants to be the one that gets the fag disease. So, baby, just don’t listen to them.”
“Thanks,” Cody replied, melting into her touch. He longed for some soothing physical contact. When he was selling for his brother, his business often brought him to the gay clubs and bars, which meant a lot of sex, but there were many times when he wanted something more than that. He didn’t just want his dick up someone’s ass, he wanted to hold someone, to have someone hold him. And now as Fiona held him, he couldn’t help but wish he could feel this more often. Even though it was completely platonic, Cody, for once, actually felt close to another human being. He sighed then asked, “Hey, Fiona, do you have any idea when I’ll be able to see my dad and brother?”
“Oh, that’s right, you were the one that got arrested with your brother. Well, sweetheart, you should be seeing them at dinner tonight.”
Cody’s blue eyes lit up, his normally brilliant blue eyes had been utterly dulled in this environment, but the mere thought of seeing his family filled him with a happiness that shone from the inside out. He hadn’t seen his father in four years and he ached to see a familiar face in this place.
Out in the main area of the Em City unit, John Cena and Randy Orton sat at a table playing checkers. They witnessed Cody’s arrival, and while they normally tried to remain indifferent towards any new arrivals, they couldn’t help but scowl at the men that taunted the young new inmate, those men that prided themselves on being tough guys and bullies. For even though both had tough exteriors, there were times when both men actually cared. Finding each other in this shit hole was the best thing that could have possibly happened to them, even if they had to keep their relationship a closely guarded secret, known only to Beecher and Rebadow. And while neither of them would consider themselves gay, they couldn’t imagine how hard it would be to be instantly labeled a fag because you were brought in as one of the gays of Em City, such as Cody was.
“Randy, what’s with that look?” John asked the man across from him.
“I’m thinking about something…”
“Dangerous.”
“Fuck you. Look, when I walked into this place for the first time I scoped this place out and I saw you. I knew right off the bat that I would connect with you, that we could get along just from looking at you. And once I started talking to you it became even more clear. Now look at where we are,” Randy said with a wink and a bright smile.
“Ok, so what’s your point?” John asked, returning the smile, his dimples out in full force.
“My point is that I’m getting the same feeling about that new kid, Cody,” Randy answered with a nod of his head in the direction of the newest inmate.
“What about him? That you want to fuck him now, too?”
“No, don’t be an ass,” Randy retorted, though he couldn’t deny that the young kid was attractive and just seemed to be oozing with a sexuality, even though he was obviously nervous about his new surroundings. “Look, I just think it’d be good for him to know that, well, we can be there for him if he needs us.”
John nodded his head slightly. He felt the same thing, he knew what Randy was talking about. Randy was able to hold his attention and they had an undeniable connection. That was instantly noticeable as soon as Randy entered Em City. John knew that he felt the same thing in regards to Cody. “Alright.”
Randy kept looking in Cody’s direction, and Cody noticed. Even though he was tucked into Fiona’s arms, he was on the side of the bed closer to the wall, giving him a view of the unit. He excused himself from the pod and thanked her once again for everything, and then ventured out of the pod alone, receiving several cat calls and he heard ‘pretty boy’ thrown at him several times. He walked past John and Randy, but he could still feel a set of eyes on him. Cody sat down in front of the TV, but didn’t bother with headphones. He started blankly at the screen filled with images of women running around in skimpy bathing suits playing volleyball. There were other men around making lewd comments about her tits while another older man declared his love for her every two minutes. He felt those eyes on him again and a body slid into the seat behind him. Taking a deep breath, Cody turned around to face the man. “What the fuck do you want?” He was scared at what the answer might be. The guy was huge, he had to be at least 6’ 4” and he was built. Cody knew he could easily be overpowered by the man, but the more he looked at him, he couldn’t help but notice the handsome features that he possessed. The more he looked, the less frightening the thought of that man doing something to him became.
Randy nodded his head to the TV and said in a deep voice that Cody found went straight to his dick, “I don’t think you’re too devoted to Miss Sally. Let’s go back to my pod and we can talk.”
Cody quirked a confused eyebrow, but followed the guy to his pod none-the-less. Too tall to sit on his own bunk, Randy climbed up to his lover’s bunk and let his long legs hang over the edge. Cody sat down across the pod on the metal toilet and looked up to the figure on the bed.
“Look,” Randy began, “I know… I know there’s no reason for you to trust us, especially since you just arrived and you don’t even know who the fuck anyone in this place is, but I wanted to tell you that you can always turn to me. I heard what those shits were saying earlier to you, it’s impossible to not hear them, and I want you to know that if anyone touches you, if anyone puts their hands on you, tell me and then me and John will take care of things.”
If Cody was confused before, he was certainly confused now. “Ok, while I appreciate the offer, you’re right, I don’t fuckin’ know you. Why the fuck are you being so nice, anyway? And who the fuck is John? Oh, and while were at it, who the fuck are you?”
“I’m Randy. John is my… pod mate. As for why I’m being so nice, well, I don’t know. When I first got here, I just clicked with John from the moment I saw him. I haven’t managed to do that since, but when you came in, I knew that we would hit it off instantly.”
“Are you sure it’s good for your image to be seen with a fag?” Cody asked him with a tilt of his head.
“Fuck everyone that says anything about it,” was Randy’s simple reply.
Cody raised his chin, his eyes still full out doubt. “What do you want out of it from me?” He knew there had to be something in it for Randy. He wouldn’t have made that kind of offer without something in return.
Randy just shrugged. “Nothing.”
“Bullshit.”
“Cody, you don’t have to believe me. You don’t have to take me up on the offer, but let’s face it, you’re an attractive young guy and some of the dudes in this joint would love to get a piece of your ass, whether you want them to or not. And I’m telling you right now no one else in here would give a shit if you got raped.”
“But, the officers…”
“Oh, they’ll say they’re gonna do an investigation, but you’re an inmate, Cody, a prisoner, no one, from the junkie three pods down to Warden Glynn, cares. No one.”
Cody gazed out into the ‘recreation area’ and saw the men that were giving him a hard time not too long ago at his arrival. If he got cornered by one of those gangs there would be nothing he could do. His stomach turned at the mere idea of anyone of those bikers or Aryans doing anything to him, much less forcing themselves upon him in some isolated storage closet. He visibly shuddered, but instead of jumping on the offer, he first had to know, “Is that what you want from me? Do you want to protect my so you can have my ass all for yourself?” Cody stood up and Randy jumped down from the bed. Cody stepped up to him until they were practically touching. “Well, is that it, Randy? Do you want me?”
Randy set his steely eyes on Cody’s and told him, “I want to help you.”
John entered the pod just then. He looked at his bed, the sheets now ruffled, then turned to Randy. “You were sitting on my bed again.”
“You spend enough time in mine,” Randy retorted without thinking. He clamped his hand over his mouth when he remembered Cody was still in the pod. “Oh, shit. Oh… Fuck!”
Cody’s mouth dropped open and he looked between the two. “You mean… you and you are…?”
“Yeah,” Randy answered the unfinished, yet still very clear question.
“Ok,” Cody said with a nod. “I’ll take you up on your offer.” He brought a hand up and let it rest on Randy’s neck, the closeness and need for comforting human contact overwhelming him. “Thank you,” he added, standing on tip-toe to place a chaste kiss on Randy’s lips. He moved closer to John and repeated the action. “You too, John. Thank you.”
Randy and John looked at each other, small smiles playing on their lips. Randy turned back to face Cody and said, “Remember, if anyone threatens you or forces you to do something, please tell me. We have a way of dealing with things.”
“I will. But… I still don’t get it… Why me? I just got here, to prison. People aren’t supposed to… to care. My dad wouldn’t even let me visit him when he came here.”
“I already told you, Cody, because I could tell right away that we would hit it off. And we did, right?”
“Yeah… Yeah, even though I was a bit of an asshole earlier.”
“You were just being careful. I can’t blame you for that.”
Officer Murphy walked by the pod, stopping in the doorway. “Hey, boys, from my personal experience, when there are more than two people in a pod, there’s something going down that you guys don’t want us guys to hear about. And that’s usually the kinda thing us guys don’t approve of. So, how about you all come out here and chat?”
John rolled his eyes, but he generally got along with the Irish officer, so he did as he was asked. “That better?”
“It will be once everyone’s outta there.”
Cody stepped out of the pod next followed closely by Randy. “Happy now?”
“Just peachy,” Murphy said before he walked off to go check on some more pods on the lower level.
“I think I’m gonna head to my pod… Scope the place out…”
“Well, let me tell you about all the amenities, since, let’s be honest, you’ve seen one pod, you’ve seen ‘em all. First you have a lovely glass door and surrounding walls so that anyone and everyone can see you take a piss or crap on the shiny metal toilet. There are bunk beds with thin prison issue sheets you were given upon arrival and the mattress leaves a lot to be desired. There are two shelves next to that bunk bed for your personal belongings. And finally, the sink designed to match the toilet. I think once you see your pod, you’ll find it looks exactly like ours,” Randy said sarcastically.
“Fine, I should at least meet my pod mate.”
“Ok, go ahead. Henry’s pretty quiet, likes to lay low. Never really spoken to him much, have you, John?”
“Nope… But he can’t be all that bad. Oh, yeah, what were you in here for, again?” John asked him.
“Possession with intent to sell and the actual selling of the drugs.”
“Oh, yeah?” John headed over to an empty table and pulled out a chair, turned it around and straddled it, letting his arms cross over what was meant to be the back of the chair. Randy joined him at the table and they both looked to Cody, inviting him to sit with them.
“Yeah,” Cody answered, taking a seat. “There was a drug bust at the club I was working that night. Not only was I not able to finish my sale, I had my dick balls deep in this one guy’s ass when the cops came barging in.”
“Shiiiiit,” John said, trying his hardest not to laugh at Cody’s expense. “That sucks, dude.”
“You’re telling me. I barely had time to zip up before the drug dogs were barking at me and I was being hauled off in cuffs and shoved into the back of a cop car. It wasn’t exactly the best day of my life. The day I got arrested was the last time I got any, and I wasn’t even able to finish. God, and then the cops told my brother how they found me, since he was in the cell next to mine.” Cody propped his elbows up on the table and dropped his head into his hands. “Fuck, I was so embarrassed. Sure, he knew where I was doing my business, but he didn’t know that while I was there I was taking part in, umm, extracurricular activities.”
“And that’s how you wound up with the gays,” Randy stated, Cody’s placement within the groups now making sense.
“Dinner!” one of the officers from the guard station shouted out. The three men at the table stood and began to file out of Em City with the rest of the guys on their way to the cafeteria.
Tim McManus watched from his office and noticed John and Randy, two men who generally liked to keep to themselves, with John straying further and further from his long time pal Chucky and growing ever closer to Randy. Tim thought there might be something going on between those two, but he couldn’t be sure since no one ever said anything about it to him, and he wasn’t about to question either of them. So he was certainly surprised to see those two speaking to Runnels, the new guy and an openly gay new guy at that. Of course, he knew John was in charge of the underground drug trade and Randy was one of the top sellers, so the new connection to Cody, arrested for drug pedaling, could be strictly business. But from the way they interacted with each other, Tim wasn’t so sure. Still, the last thing he needed was someone who had experience in the business to be working with John and Randy.
Back in the cafeteria, Cody followed in after John but in front of Randy. His eyes scanned the room and a smile graced his face when he saw his father and the smile grew wider when he spotted his brother sitting across the table from their dad. They walked through the line, getting themselves a pile of corn, an apple, something that resembled chicken and a juice box. Cody held his tray in his hands then said to his new companions, “If it’s ok with you, I’d like to go see my dad and brother.”
“You’re your own man,” Randy said and he and John walked over to their usual spots while Cody headed over to his dad. He set his tray down in the space next to him and waited for him to turn around before taking a seat. Dustin smiled up and him and nodded his head to Dusty to look over. When Dusty finally turned his head, he couldn’t help but smile.
Dusty clambered out of his seat and pulled his youngest son into a tight hug. “Cody!” he exclaimed. Cody returned the hug, holding on until a CO told them to break it up.
Both men sat down, but before they could begin to talk, there was a shout across the room, “Hey, your kid’s got a sweet little ass on him! I’d love to get some of that!”
“Yeah, I bet your boy would be a great fuck!” a different man shouted out.
“My dick would feel real good in that tight bitch ass of his!” came a cry from a third man.
From across the table, Dustin stood up, the anger evident on his face. “You shut the fuck up, you fuckin’ bitch!”
“Dustin, don’t,” Cody said to his brother, his hand reaching out to grab his wrist. Dustin pulled out of the grip, fuming.
Randy and John kept a close eye on the men that sent their threats to Cody. One of those men, James Robson, was no stranger to making men his prag, even after Beecher bit off the tip of his dick all those years back. He had backup, and was generally the type that, if he wanted something, he would go to any means to get it. When they heard a shout in response, they looked towards Dustin. A guard had gone over to him and told him he needed to sit and calm down before he wound up in the hole. “If that FUCK lays a hand on my brother…”
“Please, Dustin, don’t do anything stupid,” Cody pleaded with him, his eyes begging.
“He’s right,” Dusty said. “Look, I don’t want anything to happen to him, either, but even if something does, God forbid, I don’t want you in some cell down in death row, you hear me?”
Dustin sat down and took a deep breath. “Ok. Ok, I won’t do anything.”
Their dinner was eaten in relative silence after that. They would have plenty of time to talk later, anyway.
They parted as they left the cafeteria and Cody joined back up with John and Randy. “It got pretty tense in there,” John pointed out.
“Yeah… Do you think there’s a chance that that guy really could…?”
“We can’t rule it out,” Randy said honestly. “But you have us and your family behind you, alright?”
“Alright.” Changing the subject just before they arrived in Em City, Cody asked, “Hey, what did you guys do to get in here, anyway?”
“Lockdown!” Officer Murphy shouted as soon as everyone was back into the unit.
“That’ll have to wait until tomorrow,” Randy told him.
“Wait, we have to go to our pods now?”
“Yup, we’re in for the night.”
“But it’s only,” Cody looked at his watch, “6:00.”
“And we’re in there until 6:00 tomorrow morning. Lucky you will probably be coming to work with us in the dress factory.”
“Let’s hurry it up down there!” one of the officers shouted from the second floor at the three standing around.
“Enjoy your first night in the land of Oz,” John said to Cody as he and Randy walked off to their pod.
Cody took a deep breath and turned off towards his pod. He stepped inside and saw Henry up on the top bunk.
“I don’t think we’ve properly met,” Henry said, his head tilting in Cody’s direction. “I’m Henry.”
“Cody.”
“Nice to meet you, Cody. I’m sure we’ll have lots of time to get to know each other,” he added with a wink.
Cody gave him an unsure smile before muttering, “Yeah, sure…” He began to make his bed, stretching the flimsy sheets over the thin mattress. It was certainly no Four Seasons. He sighed and lay down on the bed, stretching himself out. He rolled onto his side, but found it too uncomfortable, so he wound up on his back staring up at the bunk above him. He could hear each little shift in position Henry made. And when Henry jumped down from the bed and sat down on the toilet Cody couldn’t help but think to himself that this was going to be a long many years in this place.
The next morning, the three sat together at breakfast and right after John and Randy were off to the dress factory while Cody was summoned to McManus’ office. “In Oz, each inmate has a job to perform. You’ll be working in the dress factory.”
“Sounds just great.”
“Yeah…” Tim waved his hand to the CO standing outside his office and said, “Escort him to the dress factory so he can start his work assignment.”
After his shift was over, he, John and Randy had lunch and then they were soon back in Em City. “So, you finally gonna tell me what landed you in here? You know all about my arrest. It’s only fair.”
“After you,” John said.
“Alright. I’m here for assault and battery with a deadly weapon. I’ve only been here for a few months, so I have years ahead of me until my first parole hearing. Johnny, it’s your turn.”
“Two counts of murder one,” John said quite bluntly. Cody’s eyes widened in shock and his mouth dropped open. He never would have thought John murdered anyone. John just shrugged and added, “You don’t fuck with my family.”
“So, you’re a lifer?”
John gave a small nod. “Yup.”
“How’d you not wind up getting the death penalty? I thought that’s what they gave to you murder one people?” Cody asked.
“I pleaded out. They dropped my sentence from the death penalty to life without the chance of parole. Sometimes I wish they just sentenced me to death,” he added quietly.
Under the table, Randy let his foot brush up against John’s leg and gave him a smile. “It took him weeks to tell me why he was in here, and look at you, gettin’ the information outta him in a day. Oh, and let’s not forget the circumstances under which you did tell me.”
John looked away, the memories of that day still fresh in his mind. He was ashamed at himself for ever wanting to harm Randy in any way. But thoughts of that moment in which he his desire to kill the younger man instead turned to a frenzied passion and need for him still sent shivers down his spine.
“What circumstances?” Cody asked, his inborn sense of curiosity getting the better of him.
“It’s probably better if you didn’t know,” Randy pointed out.
“Oh, come on. You can’t go and say something like that and then leave me hanging. That’s like holding a crack addict’s head over a line and telling him he can’t snort it.”
“Crack is whack. Like Randy said, it’s best if that were forgotten. By all parties involved.”
“As if either of us could ever forget that day.”
“Shit, guys, it’s one thing to bring it up once, but then you just keep talking about it, leaving me out in the dark.”
“I’m sure you’ll hear all about it one day. We all have years left in this lovely little prison. It’s just that now’s not the time and out here certainly isn’t the place to discuss this. Alright?”
“Fine. But you swear you’ll tell me all about it at some point?”
“It’s possible. So, how’s the roomie?” Randy asked, changing the subject before anyone could continue to talk about that fateful, life altering day.
“I think he was coming onto me last night. He winked when he said we’d have lots of time to get to know each other.” He was obviously not in the least bit thrilled at the thought of that, especially when he could look across the table and see the dictionary definition of perfection in Randy Orton. But knowing Randy’s lover, who could easily be right next to Randy in that same definition, had planned the murder of two people, deterred any thoughts of him and Randy from infiltrating deeper into his brain. For a little while, at least. A very little while.
“Oh, that fuckin’ sucks. My first pod mate here was Beecher,” Randy said, jerking his head towards the man. “Fucking Christ, thank God we were able to talk McManus into letting us move in together, because that man was fucking crazy.”
“He ain’t as bad as he used to be,” John told him.
“The first thing he told me was that he bit someone’s dick off and that he shit in someone’s face. That’s not normal,” Randy said, shaking his head from side to side.
John nodded in agreement. “No, no that’s not normal… But at least he did it to complete assholes, right? Not like he’d ever bite your dick off.”
“Like I’d ever let my dick anywhere near him.”
“Keller does.”
Randy raised an eyebrow at him. He had only heard of this Keller guy before. “I dunno who Keller is, but if he lets Beecher anywhere near him, he’s obviously just as messed up as Beecher is.”
“He’s not that bad.”
“Sure, right.”
The three grew quiet for a while before Randy stood up and declared, “I’m gonna take a shower.”
“Alright,” John said as he too stood up.
Cody looked up from his seat to Randy and he tried to picture what he would look like in the shower, with water glistening off his tanned skin, his muscles rippling as he ran the soap over his body. His cock twitched in his pants at the thought. He decided that a shower would be a great idea.
Randy stripped down in his pod and wrapped a towel around his waist before he walked over to the showers. He had been in there for just a couple minutes when he heard someone else come in. He turned his head around and saw that it was Cody. “Hey.”
“Hey,” Cody replied, removing the towel from his waist and placing it on the barrier next to Randy’s. He turned the shower right next to Randy’s on and blatantly eyed him up and down. His body turned to face Randy, revealing a hardening cock. Cody knew that Randy would have a beautiful body, but not in his wildest dreams did he picture him this perfectly. The statue of David had nothing on this man. “Yesterday when I kissed you, I knew right then that I wanted more.” He stepped in and placed his hand on Randy’s neck, same as he did the day before, only this time his other hand splayed out over Randy’s hip.
“Cody, I-”
He was cut off as Cody brought his lips up to his. He was too shocked by the kiss to pull away, as Cody’s soft lips worked over his. He did pull away, though, when Cody’s hand slid from his up to ghost fingers over his dick.
“What the fuck are you doing?!”
Cody moved back under the spray of his shower and he quirked his head to the side at Randy’s question. “What do you think I’m doing?”
“It can’t happen, Cody,” Randy said point blank.
“Why not?”
“Because you know about John,” Randy answered through clenched teeth.
“So?” Cody asked as he moved back in closer. “Is there some law that you can’t have sex with more than one person?”
“Between me and John there is.”
Cody’s mind was racing, trying to think of what to do in order to get more of this man. “What if I told you it was just a thank you.”
“A thank you for what?”
“For offering to take care of me. It wasn’t like you had to do anything for me, yet you went out of your way to tell me that you would. I just thought maybe you’d like-”
“Yeah, well, I don’t,” Randy told him turning his attention back to the shower. “You don’t have to thank me in any way, but don’t ever try something like that again.”
Cody looked hurt. He didn’t know what would come from his attempts, but he wasn’t expecting to be turned down flat. “But…”
“I can’t, Cody. I just… can’t.”
“I thought you said I was attractive.”
“I was just pointing out a fact. Look, before this place I never thought I would want a guy to fuck my ass, and now I only want John to do it. While I’m sure you’re great at it, and all, I’m not interested.”
Cody took a nervous breath and looked up to meet Randy’s eyes. “Are you gonna tell John?”
“He would slit your throat and not think twice about it. But I might.”
Cody’s eyes grew wide. “But… you just said…”
“Look, John and me, we have an understanding. We tell each other everything.” Randy shut off the water and grabbed his towel, walking out of the room as he wrapped it around his glistening form.
Cody was frozen on the spot, completely unable to move from under his shower head.
That night a little while before lights out, Randy decided to tell John about what happened earlier in the day. “Hey, John?”
“Yeah,” John replied from his bunk as he lay back reading a car magazine.
“Cody kissed me in the shower.”
John folded up his magazine and tucked it under his pillow. “What?”
“I think he wanted me to fuck him.”
“What?” John asked once more, the anger evident in his voice.
Randy stood up from his bed. “It was his way of thanking me.”
This time when John said “What?” his voice was more confused than anything.
“For offering to watch out for him… That’s what he wanted to thank me for. And I think he’s really attracted to me, and thought I wanted him, too, since I said he was an attractive young man. But I told him I couldn’t do anything like that because, well…”
“LIGHTS OUT!” came a cry from the guards throughout the unit. The lights turned off and John and Randy were left in the dark.
John shifted from his bed and sat up so his legs were hanging over the side. “Because well, what?” he asked, knowing that he was the answer. He jumped down from the bed and his nearly naked body was flush with Randy’s.
“Because of you,” Randy answered before he leaned down and kissed him. In the dim lights, he could see John’s eyes dancing with want and lust. “We have to make it quick before the hacks come around.”
“Oh, well.” John pulled Randy’s head back down into a kiss and pushed his own boxers down to the floor. Randy did the same and soon both men were lying in Randy’s bed.
“Turn around,” Randy said to John, who rolled onto his stomach. Randy straddled John’s legs and leaned forward so his chest was against John’s back. “Suck,” he told John as he shoved three fingers into John’s mouth. John’s tongue lapped over the fingers, but instead of being able to give each one individual care like he would have so enjoyed doing, he could only coat them with as much saliva as possible as quickly as he could.
Randy removed the spit soaked fingers from John’s mouth and brought them down to his entrance, slipping two fingers in at once. John muffled his groans with his pillow as Randy stretched him and prepared him for entrance. His face buried deeper into the pillow when Randy stuck a third finger inside of him.
“I’m gonna fuck you so hard now,” Randy said right into John’s ear. Without lifting his body back up, he spit into his hand and reached down to slick up his dick with spit and the precum dripping out of him. He maneuvered his dick to John’s hole and with a single thrust of his hips, he was fully sheathed inside. He had to bite down on John’s shoulder to suppress his groan of pleasure as his dick became engulfed in the tight warmth of John’s asshole. “How’s that feel, Johnny?”
“So good,” he answered. He turned his head to the side and his nose brushed against Randy’s. Their eyes met and they brought their mouths together in a kiss. As their tongues snaked in and out of each other’s mouths, Randy’s hips worked quickly, thrusting in and out hard and fast in order to bring them both to completion before the guard came on his rounds, shining his flashlight into their pod to make sure nothing like this was going on. They had it timed perfectly at this point. They made sure of it ever since that time when John had to pull out of Randy and pretend he was taking a piss before the guard spotted them in bed together.
“I wish we could do this more… Wish it could be longer. I wanna be able to fuck you all night long,” Randy confessed with each thrust of his hips into John’s willing body.
“Oh, fuck, yes,” John agreed. When Randy drove his hips forward, sending his cock deep into him, his own dick rubbed against the rough fabric of the sheets, and the friction was so painfully sweet. He reached down and took hold of himself and began to stroke himself in time with Randy’s fast thrusts.
Out of the corner of Randy’s eye, he caught a CO on the other side of the room beginning his rounds. He sped up even further, though his climax was drawing close anyway. He could feel it building within him. “I’m so close,” he whispered to John.
“Me too.” John’s strokes on his dick sped up to again match Randy’s movements. “Fuck me, make me come.”
Randy pulled back further than he had been doing, nearly all the way out, before driving back in, brushing against John’s prostate. He kept it up for several thrusts before he made his final thrust. His cum shot out, filling John’s hole, which was clenching around his dick as he too came.
When Randy pulled out, John turned over and placed a quick kiss on Randy’s lips before he grabbed his boxers and climbed up into his own bunk.
Just two minutes later an officer shone his flashlight into John and Randy’s pod and found them both lying still in their own bunks. He continued on, leaving them until he made his way around again.
The following morning, when John and Randy exited their pod, they saw Cody leaving his own. “So, is what I hear about the shower true?”
Cody looked between John and Randy. He couldn’t believe Randy actually told him. John was a dangerous man, and he wasn’t afraid to show it. There was no way he could deny it, he would take Randy’s word over his any time, plus it was true. He wanted Randy to fuck him. He bowed his head and admitted, “Yeah.”
John smirked and said, “Not that I can blame you.”
This time it was Cody’s turn to confusedly ask, “What?”
“You can’t deny that this guy here is a looker. Hell, I’m straight and yet I still let him fuck my ass.”
Cody couldn’t help but grin at John’s statement. He was expecting the worse, being his own death, so he couldn’t help but be surprised by how calm John was in this whole situation.
“It just sucks I’ll never be able to get him.”
“Damn right you won’t. And if you ever try and pull a stunt like that again…” John trailed off, but made sure Cody could see the flash of a shank in his pants pocket.
Fear coursed throughout Cody’s body at the threat. His adam’s apple bobbed as he attempted to swallow, but his now dry throat prevented it from happening. He nodded and glanced back up into John’s face. “Ok,” he croaked out.
“Good, so now we have an understanding.”
Work and lunch passed quickly, and when they arrived back in Emerald City, they noticed two inmates that hadn’t been there previously. One of them was wearing prayer beads and was obviously with the Muslims. The other man, however, had blonde hair, beautifully tanned skin, wore an expensive looking white buttoned down shirt and grey slacks. He was also reading the Bible in a seat at one of the card tables. For the second time that day, Cody’s throat went dry, but this time it was not out of fear but out of pure, unadulterated lust.
The new inmate glanced up at the sounds of the wave of people returning to the unit. He noticed one young prisoner staring at him, but he thought nothing of it as he continued to read.
“Someone likes what he sees,” John whispered into Randy’s ear.
Randy smirked towards John and then said to Cody, “Go and talk to him if you’re interested. And you’re obviously interested.”
Cody just shook his head and said, “No way.”
“I doubt John ever woulda given me the time of day if I hadn’t gone up to him and started running my big mouth.”
“You were a dealer, go use your pitch on him or something,” John encouraged.
“For some reason I don’t think going up to him while grinding my crotch to his and promising him the best blow of his life while holding up a packet of cocaine would work on him. Just a hunch.”
“Hey, it’s your loss.”
That inmate was prisoner # 02D921, Theodore DiBiase Jr., son of the self made multi-million dollar corporation owner Ted DiBiase Sr. He was in Oswald for vehicular manslaughter while driving under the influence of alcohol. And while his father certainly had the means to get his son into a nicer facility, he wanted his son to learn from his mistakes, and it was certainly a big one that Teddy made. Ted Sr. was completely shocked by how similar his own son’s case was to that of the son of their long time family friends, the Beechers.
That night when they were told to return to their cells, Ted looked around over the balcony and saw that kid that had been staring at him go into a pod with one of the obviously gay inmates. He was completely disgusted, how dare he go making eyes at him? Someone would certainly have to be spoken to in the morning.
The following day, Cody was out in the main area reading a book when he felt someone close in behind him. He turned his body around and saw the gorgeous new inmate staring down at him, but all he could see was disdain in his eyes. “Hello?”
“You’re living your life wrong,” Ted stated.
“What?” Cody asked standing up from his seat.
“The Bible says that homosexuality is wrong, that it’s a sin.”
“Doesn’t the Bible also say that drinking alcohol is wrong?” Cody shot back, an obvious stab at the reason Ted was in Oz in the first place.
“Homosexuality is a far greater sin.”
“Hate to break it to ya, but I didn’t kill anyone. And last time I checked, killing someone was a hell of a lot worse than sucking dick.” Cody tried to keep his anger in check, but the more Ted spoke to him, the more he disliked him. But he still couldn’t help but find him attractive. Maybe there was still a chance…
Ted’s body stiffened at the mention of the poor woman he stuck with his car after that drunken binge. “I pray to God every day for her soul and for her family. I pray to God to forgive me, and he has.”
“Has he, now? So that whole ‘thou shalt not kill’ thing doesn’t matter once you go to confession and tell all your sins to get your guilty little ass absolved?”
“He has forgiven me, because I am sorry for what I did, I tell Him that every day. But you,” Ted continued, “can’t be forgiven. No matter how much you pray to be forgiven, no matter how much you repent, you’ll always be queer.”
“Who ever said I wanted to be forgiven for being queer?” Cody asked him.
“You should. You should want to be forgiven, because it’s disgusting.”
“Didn’t God make us in his own image? Doesn’t that mean God is a big flaming fag, too?”
“No, it just means something went wrong with you,” Ted said simply.
“Something went wrong with me? Really?” Cody’s anger was getting the better of him. He grabbed Ted by his shirt collar and pulled him in close so their noses were touching. A smirk passed over Cody’s face. “So, you think this is wrong?” he asked right before he tilted his head and pressed his lips onto Ted’s. He pushed Ted back but kept a hold on him. Before Ted could react in any way, positive or negative, Cody hauled back and punched him in the jaw.
Ted stumbled backwards, holding the spot where Cody’s fist connected. The entire room erupted in, “OHHHHH!” at witnessing Cody punch out the new prisoner. Several COs ran over to them and took hold of Cody’s arms.
He walked with them willingly, but was shouting back to Ted the entire time, “Yeah! What do you think of that? How does it feel to be touched by a fag?!”
Ted said nothing in reply, but his hand slid from his jaw up to his mouth. His fingers stayed on his lips that had just been kissed by Cody. His eyes flashed in hatred as he watched Cody get taken to the hole and heard the words directed at him. What did he think of that? He thought Cody was nothing but a pervert. A pervert that tried to corrupt him with his disgusting, unnatural habits. But, as such, when Cody’s lips touched his, he wasn’t engulfed in fire and brimstone; instead he was shocked by how soft Cody’s lips felt on his. Ted shook his head, there was no way he should be having those thoughts. He couldn’t be having those thoughts.
“You ok?” one of the COs asked him.
“I’m fine,” he said, his hand going back to his jaw. He left the main area of the unit and went back into his pod.
His pod mate, Jonathan Coushaine, asked him, “What happened out there?”
“I said something to him that he obviously disagreed with.” He rubbed his jaw a little more; Cody had really gotten him good.
“You’ve got to learn to pick your battles. Telling him that you think homosexuality is wrong isn’t worth it. He’ll never change.”
“How did you know…?”
“I’ve gotten a shiner or two before. You have to realize that they’ll all be burning in hell while we, who’ve chosen the right path, will be saved. Sometimes there’s nothing you can do.”
Down on the other end of the prison, Cody was thrown naked into the hole, isolated from everyone for the next few days. He looked around the desolate room and saw scratches on the walls from previous inmates. He glanced down at the floor and cringed at the thought of what else could be on that floor. He decided not to look at the floor again if he could help it. He stood against a wall, the cold sending a shiver throughout his body. Taking a deep breath he began to relive those moments just before he was tossed in here.
He couldn’t believe he liked that guy Ted. And when he realized that he still found him attractive, he banged his head back against the hard wall. “What the fuck is wrong with me?” he asked aloud. He started to pace around, talking to himself as he did so, “Ted hates me simply because I’m gay. I like him because he’s fuckin’ hot. I punched him, I kissed him and then I punched him, and I still want to fuck him.” He ran his hands through his short hair, so unsure of his feelings at the moment. Just yesterday he had come onto Randy, and he couldn’t deny that he still found Randy attractive, but there was no chance with him.
And he still wanted Ted. The moment just before Cody had punched him he looked into his eyes and saw fear and confusion. But there was also a spark of something, and Cody hoped like hell that it was desire. Desire for him, for Cody.
“No, god dammit, he fucking hates me. He doesn’t want anything to do with me. Especially after what I did. There’s no fucking chance now. FUCK!” he shouted, kicking the metal bucket that was left with them to piss and shit in.
While Cody paced the hole, John and Randy were still in shock at the events that had just transpired. “Holy shit, Cody’s got quite the right hook on him,” Randy said, impressed.
“Guess so. I wonder what he said to get him so pissed off, though? I didn’t think he had it in him.”
“Fuck, same here. Seemed like a pretty laid back guy; I didn’t think he’d snap like that.”
As the day continued, both John and Randy speculated on what went on between Ted and Cody. At dinner, as rumours circulated, Dusty and Dustin knew it was confirmed when they didn’t see the youngest family member enter the mess hall.
One day later, Cody was let out of the hole and was found sitting in his pod by John and Randy after lunch. “Dude, what the fuck happened?” Randy asked, standing in the doorway.
“Ted DiBiase happened. He came up to me and started spouting off about how I’m living my life in sin because I’m gay.”
“Didn’t I see you kiss him?” John asked, his own head peaking around into the pod.
“Oh, yeah… About that… I did, yeah. I don’t know what the fuck I was thinking… I…” His voice dropped down low to barely a whisper, “Fuck it, I still want him.”
“You do? I would think all chances have flown out the window after that little punch you laid on his jaw.”
Cody’s face scrunched up. There had to be something, something that he could do to show Ted that this wasn’t wrong. “Fuck, I know. But… God, I don’t know why.” He stood up from the bed and ducked in between John and Randy, exiting out into the main area. He scanned the floor and saw Ted sitting at the same table reading the Bible once more. “I gotta go…” he trailed off, heading towards Ted. When he sat down at the table, Ted looked up to him.
“What do you want?” Ted asked him, anger and confusion seeping into his southern drawl.
“I’m sorry.”
“You kiss me and punch me in the face and you expect me to accept your apology?”
“Doesn’t your little book tell you to forgive thine enemies or some shit like that?”
Ted sighed, and nodded. “Yeah, yeah it does.” He looked Cody directly in the eyes and said, “Ok, I forgive you.”
“Do you mean it?”
“The Bible-”
Cody reached out and put his hand on the spine of the open book. “Ted… Teddy, don’t you ever just want to say fuck the Bible?” He scooted his chair forward and leaned in further, taking the book out of Ted’s hands. “I saw the look in your eyes yesterday after I kissed you. You liked it.”
“I didn’t,” Ted denied to himself and to Cody. “I couldn’t.”
Cody set the Bible down on the table all while keeping his eyes level with Ted’s. “Alright. Look, I came down really hard on you yesterday. It’s a lot for you to think about. But, really, I’m not a bad guy. I just let my emotions get the better of me.” Cody laughed, “I don’t know what I was thinking… I only just met you… Not that that’s stopped me before… Oh, uhh… Sorry…” Cody apologized for his statement, not sure if the religious man would take offense.
“Cody, why are you doing this to me?”
“Doing what? Talking to you? Well, I was hoping we could figure things out between us after I so royally fucked things up yesterday.”
“No, not that… Why are you telling me all those things about you? Do you like me, or something? Because I told you earlier that’s wrong. Coushaine told me not to think too much about you being… gay… but I can’t wrap my head around the idea of it. A man is supposed to be with a woman.”
Cody leaned back in his chair and said, “Then you tell me about yourself. Cuz, well, I’ve never been with a woman.”
“Me either.”
Cody’s head quirked to the side, the confusion evident. “But… You just said…”
“The Bible says-”
“Right, no sex before marriage,” Cody finished for him. “What the fuck do you do for fun, then? Teach Sunday school and go on missionary quests converting heathens to the ways of the Lord?”
For the first time since seeing Ted, the man cracked a smile. “I did teach Sunday school, actually. But, uhh, I like Monster Trucks.”
“That’s so random,” Cody said with a grin.
“Yeah, my dad actually owns one. Or, well, his company does.”
“I heard that your dad was some millionaire or something like that.”
“You heard right… I was always his favourite, too… You could just tell. Now I’m like the black mark of the family. That’s why I was sent to this shitty prison, my dad made sure I learned my lesson.”
“That sucks,” Cody said, his hand moving of its own accord to reach out and pat Ted on the shoulder.
Ted fought the urge to jerk the hand off of his shoulder, but he came to realize that the touch was one of friendship, not sex. As they continued to talk, Ted found that he could get used to it.
Each night at dinner, Cody switched off sitting with his family and with Randy and John. Tonight was his night with the two best friends he had made since entering this place. Just as he had done with his father, he saw a tray slide into the empty space beside him. He turned a hopeful face to the side and a smile grew on his face when he saw that his hopes were recognized. “Do y’all mind?” Ted asked them hesitantly.
“Nope,” Cody replied, scooting over to give Ted more room.
“Ok, dude, I gotta ask you something,” Randy told him.
“What?”
“Where the fuck are you from? Because no one sure as hell sounds like that from New York.”
“Mississippi. Born and raised. When my dad’s business expanded, he moved out to New York. I came out here when I was 16,” Ted answered.
“Makes sense. So, you forgave Cody here for decking you one?” Cody glared at him, but then Randy said, “Trust me, that’s nothing compared to what Johnny here tried on me.”
“What the hell are you talking about?”
“Oh, it’s probably better if you didn’t know.”
“Would you quit fucking doing that?”
“Doing what?” the two asked at the same time. Christ, they really had been spending too much time together.
“Brining things up to me in reference to something I say only to tell me that it’s better if I didn’t know about it!”
“Maybe one day we’ll tell you all our dirty little secrets. But now I’d like to enjoy my…” Randy trailed his sentence off as he picked up the cuts of meat that were on his tray and examined it. “Uhhh… Pork?”
“Maybe you shouldn’t think about it…” John suggested as he cut into his.
Randy watched as John took a bite and cringed at the taste. “Fuck…” He closed his eyes and began repeating, “It’s a 16 ounce sirloin… It’s a 16 ounce sirloin…” When he took a bite of his own he said after swallowing, “Shit, that was the worst sirloin I’ve ever had.”
Weeks progressed and the four grew closer, which pleased Tim McManus to no end. Each of those men were parts of different groups, groups with very different belief systems, yet they all managed to get along. The one that surprised him the most had to be Runnels and DiBiase, considering their skirmish on Ted’s second day. Upon questioning he found that it was a result of DiBiase telling Runnels that his being gay was wrong, yet somehow they managed to work things out between them, becoming friends. Looks like his experimental unit was becoming a true success.
The four were sitting at a card table, John and Randy attempting to teach the other two pinochle. Mid-way through the fourth hand, though, Cody threw down his cards and out of the blue declared, “I can’t fuckin’ concentrate. I’m so fuckin’ horny.”
“Too bad you can’t come join us in our pod late at night,” Randy teased.
By this point, Ted knew the circumstances of Cody’s arrest and the arrangement John and Randy had. And he discovered that he was fine with it. For his entire life he was taught to live life according to the book, that if you follow it you will come out all the better. But as he sat in a prison cell at night, he couldn’t help but question what it said. How was he any better than any one person in this place? Just because he had a belief in God didn’t mean he didn’t deserve to be here. He deserved every second of his time spent in Oz. Praying to God each and every day wouldn’t get him out any faster. Praying to God every day wouldn’t take back the fact that he took a human life. Praying to God every day wouldn’t prevent him from developing feelings for Cody.
Ever since the younger man kissed him, he began to feel an inner turmoil building. His entire life he believed that homosexuality was wrong and yet even he was starting to feel something for another man. For weeks now he silently begged for Cody to kiss him again. Now was his chance. “Cody…” he started to say, but any more words wouldn’t come out.
“Yeah?” He looked to Ted and tried to read his expression. “What is it, Teddy?” he asked softly.
“It’s nothing…”
“Don’t be silly, Teddy,” Randy said, patting him on the back. They all knew what Teddy was trying to say, they had all seen the want in his eyes for Cody growing with each passing day. “Tell Cody that you’ve been dying to check out the new books that arrived in the library… You know the library with that handy little storage closet right there before you enter the room.” With that, Randy threw his cards on the table while John picked them up and packed them back into their box.
Cody raised an eyebrow at the older men who only waved in return. Turning his attention back to Ted, he asked, “So, did you want to go check out the new books?”
Ted, still unable to say anything, gave a small nod. Together they walked up the stairs and Cody said to Murphy, “We’re going to the library.”
Murphy wrote their names down on a time sheet and sent them on their way. Out in the hall, they stopped in front of the closet Randy had mentioned. Cody turned to face Ted. He could hardly believe this moment was actually going to happen. “Teddy, now is your chance to back out of this.”
Ted shook his head no, then grabbed Cody’s hand and opened the door to the closet. He found a small light bulb hanging from the ceiling and pulled the cord and a dim light filled the tiny space. “I… Ever since you kissed me… I haven’t been able to stop thinking about it. At first I was disgusted by it, by you,” Ted confessed. He continued, his voice barely loud enough for Cody to hear, “But the more I thought about it, the more I wanted it to happen again.”
Cody closed any gap between them and wrapped an arm around Ted’s waist while his other hand gently caressed his neck. “I did, too,” Cody said. He brought his head in closer and his lips pressed lightly against Ted’s. Ted pressed back, so Cody snuck his tongue out, letting it slide over Ted’s lips, and when those lips parted for him, he slipped his tongue inside that welcoming mouth and explored each and every surface.
Ted’s hands were on Cody’s shoulders, but they slowly started to slide down over Cody’s back, pulling them tighter together. He felt Cody’s hard dick through the fabric of his slacks and released himself from the embrace.
“What is it?” Cody asked, thinking he did something wrong.
“We’re actually doing this, aren’t we?” Ted’s fingers brushed over his lips, just as they did after their first kiss.
“Only if you want to.”
“I want to,” Ted responded.
Cody nodded and stepped back in close. “I’m gonna show you that this isn’t wrong. In fact, I’m gonna show you just how right this is.” He began to unbutton Ted’s shirt, letting his fingers trail over the newly exposed skin. He slid the shirt off of his shoulders and let it drop to the floor. His fingers ghosted over a nipple and he heard a sharp intake of breath from Ted. “Has anyone ever done that to you before, Teddy?” he asked, doing it again, this time to the other one.
“No…”
“How far have you gone with a girl?” Cody mumbled as he gently nipped at Ted’s neck.
“I’ve kissed some, but that’s it.” His head instinctively fell to the side, allowing for Cody to have better access to more tender flesh.
“Oh, you’ll feel soooo good when your dick is inside of me.” Cody reached down and undid all the fastenings on Ted’s pants. “You’ll never feel anything as good as that. When your dick is surrounded by the tightness and heat of someone’s asshole, fuck, you’ll never want it to end.” Cody placed another kiss on the stunned looking Ted’s mouth. “Have you jerked off before?”
“Yeah,” Ted answered.
“Oh, you bad boy you,” Cody jokingly scolded. “Once you do this, though, you’ll never want to go back to your boring ol’ hand.” Cody pushed his own pants and boxers down to his ankles. He turned around and spread his legs as far as his pants would let him. “Sorry your first time is so unromantic.”
Ted smirked. Right now he didn’t care if he were at a five star hotel in the Bahamas on a bed scattered with rose petals and surrounded by candles or in a prison storage closet, all he wanted to do was feel what Cody was like. “I don’t really care,” Ted said before he kissed Cody once more. “But, you’ll have to tell me what to do.”
Cody gave him a small smile and picked up his hand. He folded down all but two fingers and then slipped those into his mouth. Ted stared at Cody as the younger man slid the fingers in and out of his mouth. Cody’s tongue swirled around one finger before he turned his attention to the other. Even if all the attention wasn’t completely necessary, he wanted Ted to feel that this was something more than a quick fuck. This was Ted’s first time with anyone, and he wanted it to be good for the both of them. “There,” Cody said. He guided Ted’s hand down to his entrance. “Go on,” Cody encouraged.
Ted slid a finger inside of Cody up to the first knuckle, afraid to push further into the tight ring of muscle. “It’s ok, you can do more.”
“But I don’t want-”
“You won’t hurt me. Trust me, I’ve had a lot more than this.”
Going on Cody’s words, Ted pushed the finger in deeper until it was all the way inside. He began sliding it out and then pushed it back inside. “Is that ok?”
“Yeah, it’s great. Add another.”
Ted did as he was told, sliding the second finger inside. Cody pushed down on the fingers, impaling himself on them all the way. “That doesn’t hurt?” Ted asked, amazed.
“It does a little, but it’s a good hurt, and it will feel so good. Keep going. Move your fingers more,” he instructed. Ted did as he was told, moving his fingers around inside of Cody’s willing hole. He heard a moan escape from the younger man, and he moved his fingers around once more finding that spot that produced that reaction. “So fucking good! Please, fuck me. Please!”
Ted slid his finger out of Cody’s ass. “What should I…?”
“Try spitting into your hand. I know it’s kinda gross, but it’s all we’ve got. It’s kinda like the first couple times you jack off before you discover the wonders of Vaseline.” He heard Ted spitting into his hand and knew he was working it over his dick, mixing it with the precum already leaking from him. “Do it now, Ted.”
Ted looked down at Cody’s ass and watched himself as he lined his dick up against Cody. He slowly worked the tip inside, groaning as that heat Cody was talking about surrounded him. “Fuck,” he groaned out.
“Told you it felt nice. I want all of you inside of me. Now.”
As Ted slowly inched his way in, Cody grew impatient, as he had done with the fingers, and pushed himself back, sheathing Ted’s dick fully inside of him. The move elicited a moan from Ted as the sensations took him over. “Oh, fuuuuck,” he said.
“See what you were missing?”
“What was I ever thinking?” he asked. He pulled his dick back and then pushed himself back in, loving the feeling of Cody surrounding him. “You feel so good.”
“So don’t you,” Cody told him. He began to develop a rhythm with him, driving himself down as Ted slammed in. “Touch me. I want you to touch me,” Cody pleaded.
Ted slid his hand around to Cody’s front, grabbing hold of his dick. It was the first time he had ever held a dick other than his own, and it felt so different. He began to slide his hands over it, doing all the things to Cody that he enjoyed when he did this to himself. He drew small gasps and moans out of the experienced younger man, and those went straight to his cock.
“I don’t think I can last much longer,” Ted said.
“Me either,” Cody told him.
Ted continued to thrust his hard dick into Cody who pushed back onto him. His climax grew nearer until he finally burst, his cum shooting out deep within Cody. His hand stroked Cody, who was still pushing himself up and down on Ted, riding out his orgasm for all it was worth. When Cody began to come, his ass clenched tightly around Ted’s dick and it sent further waves of pleasure throughout Ted’s body.
Spent, Cody turned his head around to look at Ted. Ted pulled his dick out of Cody and the two locked eyes. “So?” Cody asked as he pulled his pants back on, feeling the wetness of Ted’s cum on the back, but not caring.
“I’m a fan,” Ted answered.
Cody beamed. “I told you so.”
“Yeah, yeah. So, did you wanna go to the library?”
That earned a laugh from Cody. “I’d like to change out of these pants, actually, but you feel free to explore the wonders of the Oswald library.”
“When can we do this again?”
“Whenever you’d like. I hear there are a lot of new books in the library, we’ll have to come over here a lot.”
“I think I really like the library.”
Chapter 3 part 1