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Beecher pulled into the parking space and turned off the engine. He gripped the steering wheel while looking across the parking lot towards the Mining Company. "I can do this," he tells himself. "I definitely can do this."
Beecher knew something had to change in his life. Once his relationship with Marion had failed, he had tried to date other women. But they didn't fulfill him. It wasn't their fault. They couldn't give him what he needed. Sex with them was good, but it wasn't thrilling - not like it had been with Chris. Nothing on the outside like what he had had with Chris, and without Chris in his life any more he needed that thrill back. Oh, sure, he could always go back and visit Chris, but Beecher just couldn't forgive him after he tried to mess up his parole. So, he thought he'd try the next best thing. If being with a woman couldn't give him that thrill, maybe being with a man could. When he was back in Oz, being with other men hadn't been that bad when he considered the circumstances. So, he figured he would give it a go. What could hurt after all?
Beecher took a deep breath and open his car door. "Here I go." He got out of the car and locked it behind him as he walked to the bar's entrance. Beecher was nervous. He had never been to a gay bar before, so he didn't know what to expect. He had called earlier to see what night was the best night to come out, and he was told Thursday. So, here he was. Thursday night about eleven o'clock. He could already hear the beat of the music.
After he got his hand stamped, he moved down to the short hallway to the packed front bar. He stood for a second looking around for the exits and general lay of the land, a habit he had picked up from his time in Oz. He swallowed and walked to the bar. He squeezed through the crowd and ordered a club soda.
"What? Nothing stronger?" the young man with dark hair and blue eyes asked as Beecher sat down on the only stool available.
"I'd love something stronger, but that wouldn't be too good of an idea for me." Beecher smiled at the man. He thanked the bartender and tipped him as he picked up his drink.
"What? Are you an alcoholic or something?"
"Unfortunately, I never could handle it too well." He took a sip. "I'm Toby Beecher, by the way."
"Alex Roberts," the man said as he put his hand out.
"Nice to meet you." Beecher shook his hand.
"So, if you're not here to drink, then are you here to meet the man of your dreams?"
"I already did that, but it didn't work out. I'm hoping to find someone more compatible."
"Aren't we all?" Alex ran his eyes down Beecher's body. "Personally, I would settle for Mr. Right Now, if you know what I mean."
Beecher smiled. "I think I do." He looked around at the men in the bar.
"Is this your first time here?"
"Does it show?"
Alex nodded. "Just a bit. If you don't mind me saying so, you don't exactly look like the type that comes here often."
"What type do I look like?"
Alex looked over him again. "Definitely more classy." He licked his lips. "You're also in better shape than most of the preppies that come here."
Beecher looked Alex over. "You don't look too bad yourself."
Alex smiled. "I was hoping you'd notice. When I saw you walk in I told myself that you'd be worth getting to know."
Beecher laughed. "Is that so? You move pretty fast, considering I just got here."
Alex ran an hand down Beecher's arm. "Well, in this place, you have to move fast when someone good looking comes in, or otherwise someone else is sure to make a move before you do." He leaned closer, "I just wanted you to myself, if you don't mind."
Beecher laughed again. "Well, that does sound interesting. I hope you don't mind if we get to know each other a little better before doing anything together."
Alex chuckled. "Hey, the night's young, and there are things here to keep us occupied before we go somewhere else to get to know one another a lot better."
"You sound sure of yourself."
Alex kissed him on the cheek. "I usually am."
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Beecher turned on the lights to the motel room as Alex nibbled his ear. He closed the door with his foot before he put his arms around the other man. He growled as he kissed Alex's neck. He ran his hands down Alex's back until he reached his ass. "I'm going to fuck you. Is that what you want?"
Alex leered at him. "I want anything you can give me, Toby." He ran his hands over Beecher's chest. He then moved his hands to his waist and grabbed Beecher's chest. "Let's get out of these clothes first." He pulled the shirt off over Beecher's head.
Beecher grabbed Alex's shirt and did the same. He caressed his chest before pushing Alex onto the bed.
Alex laughed. "You like to be in charge, don't you?"
Beecher climbed on top of him. "Whatever suits the mood."
Alex placed his hands on Beecher's face. "I kinda like that in a man." He kissed him deeply.
Beecher moved down to his throat, nipping him. His hands rubbed Alex's arms. He moved to his chest, his tongue trailing over the smooth skin. He licked the nipple and lightly nipped it. He ran his tongue over to the other nipple. "I'm going to make you feel so good, baby." He licked and bit the other nipple too.
Alex placed his arms around Beecher. "Just keep doing what you're doing. I'm liking this."
Beecher chuckled as he moved his tongue down Alex's golden trail. Reaching the top of Alex's pants, he paused as he smiled at the other man. He unbuckled the belt and unbutton the pants. Beecher rubbed Alex's cock through the fabric. "Nice," he said as he unzipped the zipper. Alex lifted up his hips as Beecher pulled off the pants. He then licked the shaft of Alex's cock through his briefs. He then licked underneath the edge of the briefs before his slid them off Alex. Alex spreaded his legs apart as Beecher unbuckled his belt and undid his pants. He then moved to Alex's right thigh and licked his way up to the crotch. He did the same to the left thigh. He then licked Alex's balls. He grabbed his cock and licked around the head. He swallowed the shaft whole and made swallowing motions in his throat.
"Oh, god, yes, Toby. Just like that!"
Beecher moved up to the head and grabbed the shaft with his right hand. As he stroked the shaft, he sucked on the head. Alex moaned, and Beecher increased the pace. He licked the head with his tongue.
Beecher moved back up to kiss Alex. Alex opened his mouth, and Beecher shoved his tongue into his mouth, exploring it.
Alex moaned. "Flip over, Toby. I want to taste you."
Beecher did as he was asked. He smiled as Alex climbed on top.
Alex kissed Beehcer's chin before he moved down Beecher's chest until he reached the nipples. He licked one nipple and moved onto the to other nipple. Beecher moaned as Alex moved his tongue down to his pants. He licked Beecher's boxers over the bulge there. Alex grabbed the top of Beecher's pants and slid them off with Beecher lifting his hips slightly. He licked Beecher's right thigh until he reached the boxers. He grabbed Beecher's cock as it was pushing its way through the boxers. He gave it a stroke. "I'm going to like sucking this," Alex muttered he nuzzled the hair around the base.
"Then what are you waiting for?" Beecher growled.
Alex smirked. "Patience. I'm going to make you wait for it."
Beecher laughed. "Now who likes to be in control?"
"Why should you have all the fun?" Alex replied as he reached up and grabbed the edge of the boxers and slid them off as well. He then licked his way up the other leg. He moved his way up up to Beecher's balls and licked them. He sucked each of them into his mouth before he grabbed Beecher's cock and stroked it again. He lifted it up and licked around the head. He then sucked the head as his hand storked the rest of the shaft.
Beecher grabbed Alex's head as he moved his cock deeper into the hot mouth. "Oh, god, yes. Suck that cock, Alex!"
Alex chuckled as he lifted his mouth off the cock. He looked up at Beecher and leered. "I want to taste that sweet ass of yours. Turn over, Toby."
Alex leaned back as Toby moved his legs from either side of Alex's body and twisted onto his stomach. Alex reached out to grab Beecher's ass cheeks, but he stopped as he noticed the swatika on Beecher's ass. "Oh, god, you're not a racist, Toby. I don't know if I can handle that."
Beecher looked over his shoulder at Alex and shook his head. "On, I'm not. Some Nazi bastard branded me with it while I was in Oz."
"Oz? As in the Wizard of Oz?" Alex asked confused.
"No, the Oswald State Correctional Facility."
"You were in prison?" Alex asked smirking. "So, you're a classy bad boy? I think I like this even better." He placed his hands on Beecher's cheeks and squeezed them. He leaned over and kissed between them. He then licked his way down the crack towards Beecher's hole. He licked around it before he pushed his way into it. He proceeded to tongue fuck Beecher.
Beecher squirmed in utter pleasure.
Alex got off the bed and reached into his pants and got out a couple of packets of lube and a couple of condoms. He got back onto the bed. He opened one of the lube packets. He put some onto two of his fingers. "I think I want to fuck you too."
Looking back, Beecher nodded. "Go for it, Alex. Fuck my ass."
Alex pushed one finger into Beecher's ass and thrust it in and out before he inserted another finger. He began to scissor them apart. When the hole loosened a bit, he removed his fingers and grabbed one of the condoms. He ripped it open with his teeth and rolled it onto his long cock. He then picked up the opened packet of lube and spreaded it onto his cock. Alex placed his hands on either side of Beecher and slid his cock into Beecher in a single motion. "Are you ready, Toby? he asked, his voice filled with passion. When Beecher nodded, he began to trust.
"Faster,"Beecher moaned.
Speeding up, Alex leaned down and kissed Beecher. He grunted as he lowered himself onto Beecher's back and put his arms around his chest. "God, you're so hot, and it feels so good."
Beecher growled again. "So do you, Alex. Fuck that ass!"
Alex rammed his ass until he felt his orgasm coming. He slowed down to draw it out as long as he could, be he was too close and he felt it exploding out of his cock and into Beecher's ass. He cried out Beecher's name. He withdrew from Beecher and lay down besdies Beecher. He took the condom off and threw it away into the trash can. "That was amazing," he finally said, his breathing heavy.
Beecher laughed as he grabbed Alex in his arms. "That it was." He moved on top of Alex and kissed him deeply. He pulled away, and he looked at Alex. "It's my turn." He got onto his knees as Alex pullled his legs up to his chest.
"Yeah, fuck me, Toby." He smiled.
Beecher leaned down and lapped at Alex's asshole. He pushed his tongue into the hole. "God, I love the way you taste."
Alex moan. "And I like the way this feels."
Beecher sat up and grabbed the other packet of lube. He used some of it to grease up his first two fingers before he rammed them into Alex's waiting hole. Alex shuddered as he thrust his hips further onto the fingers. Beecher finger fucked him.
Alex reach over and grabbed the other condom. He tore it open and took out the condom. "Fuck my ass now, Toby."
Beecher took out his finger and leaned over, so Alex could roll the condom onto his cock. He then handed the lube over. Alex poured the remaining lube into his hand and lubed up Beecher's cock.
Beecher then leaned down and kissed Alex. "You'd better hold on for the ride of your life."
Alex smiled at that. "I like a man who's confident."
Beecher grabbed his cock in one hand and guided his cock into Alex's waiting hole. He looked qustionably at Alex until he nodded. He then slid almost all the way out before he rammed his way back in.
"Oh, god, yes," Alex groaned with pure pleasure. "Fuck me hard, Toby."
Beecher set a hard, fast pace. He grunted. "You have a tight ass!" He tried to hold out as long as he could, but Alex's ass felt so good on his cock that he was shooting before too long.
Beecher kissed Alex as he withdrew. He took of the condom and through it away. He lay down by Alex's side. Alex rested his head on Beecher's chest. while Beecher put his arms around him.
"That was amazing," he said panting.
Alex chuckled. "At least we're in argeement." He caressed Beecher's chest. "You know; I've never known anyone who was in priosn before. What was it like?'
Beecher glanced down briefly. "It was unlike anything you could possibly imagine."
"How long were you there?"
"Five years."
"What did you do?"
"I killed a little girl while I drove drunk."
Alex looked at him. "God, that's terrible. No wonder you don't drink."
Beecher sighed. "I'll never get over it as long as I live. I sometimes still dream about her."
"I can imagine." Alex sighed. "How did you survive prison?"
"It wasn't easy. I went there with few street skills to speak of, and I was definitely wasn't prepared."
"What happened?"
"When I first got there, they put me in an unit called "Emerald City." It was an experimental part of the prison where the guards kept a close eye on you. Well, the first night there, they put me in with this big black prisoner named Adibesi. God, he was beyond crazy. I was so scared that first night. Then the next day, this other prisoner acted like he would be able to help me out."
"And did he?"
Beecher chuckled. "Only until I moved into his pod, and he made me into his prag."
Alex looked at Beecher confused. "What's a prag?"
Beecher's eyes hardened. "A prag is the name for a glorified sex slave."
Alex rose up on his elbow. He squeezed Beecher's arm. "Jesus, and the guards let that kind of stuff go on?"
Beecher snorted. "The gaurds let a lot of shit go on. They didn't do anything unless you reported it, and Schilinger made it clear he would kill me if I did."
"Was he the Nazi bastard who branded you?"
Beecher nodded. "That was him. You know he was also the first guy I was ever with."
Alex was surprised. "So, you were straight before this?'
"Yeah, I had a wife and three kids."
"So what happened?"
Beecher closed his eyes. "Genevieve couldn't handle it, so she filed for devorce. She later committed suicide."
"Oh, I'm so sorry."
"It's okay."
"So what happened to this Schilinger character?"
"I finally decided to fight back."
"How did you decide you like guys? I mean being with that Nazi couldn't have been that good."
Beecher shook his head. "It was brutal, but I met another guy who was different."
"In what way?"
"We fell in love, though it took a while before I could trust him. He was patient. When we finally got together he could be as wild as an animal or as gentle as anything I had ever seen."
Alex rubbed his chest. "Was he the man of your dreams you mentioned earlier earlier?"
Beecher looked at Alex. "He was."
"And was he another prisoner?"
"Of course."
"So what happened to....?"
"His name was Chris Keller, and he was unlike anyone I had ever met before." Beecher sighed. "But he was so possessive."
"And that was what put an end to it?'
"Somewhat, but not exactly. I mean we fought constantly. With him it was all or nothing, and one time we did break up. He then said that he didn't care what I did, so I took him on his word and started seeing other guys. He didn't like it. Apparently, I was still his whether or not we were actually together."
Alex whistled. "Jesus, thst's not good."
"No, it wasn't, but I wasn't thinking too clearly. Needless to say, we got back together."
"What happen then?"
"To make a long short short, Chris ended up on death row."
Alex's eye widened. "Whatever for?"
"For a series of gay murders the FBI suspect him doing."
"But surely he was convicted, wasn't he?"
Beecher nodded."On one of them, yeah, but their only witness was a guy who was up for his third drug charge. Apparently he got a lighter sentencing for testifying against Chris. When I finally got parole a short while later, I worked on getting him off."
"And did you?"
"Yeah, I got the bastard off."
Alex smiled. "The bastard? I take it something went wrong?"
Beecher smiled back. "You got that right. After he got off death row, I kept visiting him until one time he claimed that one of his ex-wives was dying and needed some medicine that hadn't been approved by the FDA."
"My god," Alex was shocked. "What did you do?"
"I didn't want to violate the terms of my parole, so I called her to see if there was anything else I could do for her."
Alex ran his hand through his hair. "Let me guess; she was perfectly healthy?"
Beecher nodded. "You got it. His ex-wife, Bonnie, later told me that he couldn't live the rest of his life without me."
"Man, that is so fucked up. I hope you told him where to stick it?"
Beecher yawned. "No, I just stopped having anything to do with him. I sent his letters back. I refused to take his calls. That kind of thing." He yawned again.
Alex chuckled. "Listen to me. I'm keeping you up while you're faliing asleep. Why don't we call it a night?"
Instead of answering, Beecher just nodded, closing his eyes.
Alex kissed him on the cheek before he turn around to turn off the lights. He put his head on Beecher's chest and fell asleep too.
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The next morning, as Beecher and Alex were getting dressed, Beecher turned to Alex. "So, was this an one-time thing, or are we going to see each other again?"
Alex paused as he was putting on his pants. He looked over at Beecher. "I wouldn't mind seeing you again. Are you free for lunch?"
Beecher thought about it. "About what time?'
"One o'clock sound good to you?"
Beecher nodded. "That sounds good to me. Do you know the Cafe Philippe downtown?"
Alex smiled. "Yeah, that's near the bank where I work. So, I'll meet you there?"
Beecher finished getting dressed. He then walked around the bed and hugged Alex, who hugged him back. "I'll see you there." He kissed him before he left the room.
Alex sat back down on the bed as he grabbed his shoe. He smiled as he looked at the closed door.