AN ORPHAN
A STORY BY LEE MARINER
February 2002
DISCLAIMER: This is a fictional gay fantasy involving homosexual acts between men. IF YOU ARE NOT OF LEGAL AGE TO BE READING THIS MATERIAL OR YOU DO NOT APPROVE OF SUCH MATERIAL, PLEASE READ NO FURTHER AND LEAVE.
All characters are fictional and in no way related to any persons living or dead. Any such similarity is purely coincidental. Any and all geographic locations are used for background only.
THE PRACTICE OF UNPROTECTED SEX BY ANY PERSON CAN LEAD TO LIFE THREATENING CONSEQUENCES AND SHOULD BE AVOIDED AT ALL TIME. USE APPROVED PROTECTIONS IF YOU ARE INVOLVED SEXUALLY WITH ANOTHER PERSON.
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Chapter #10
Stewart woke slowly with Clyde snuggled close and his head on his bicep cutting off the blood circulation. Lifting his head with his free hand trying not to disturb him, he pulled his arm free. Clyde stirred from the movement and snuggled closer with his head in his armpit.
Glancing at the clock as he massaged his arm, it was just after 7 and he shakes Clyde by his shoulder gently.
"Clyde, wake up. It's after 7 and we are supposed to meet Brian at 8 for dinner.
"Oh let him wait, I'd rather be here next to you."
"Come on Clyde, let's get dressed. He asked us out for dinner and he might have some things he wants to discuss or at least get to know us."
"I guess you're right. Damn but I'll be glad when all of this legal crap is over with. What are you going to wear, nothing fancy I hope."
"No, nothing fancy baby. I was going to wear the gray pair of Dockers with the cream linen shirt we got at After Midnight before we left."
"Sounds good to me. How about I wear the brown Hager slacks with that orange caballero shirt."
"If you want too. I think you would look better in the lime green linen. Lime brings out those dark brown eyes better, makes you look sexy. The caballero looks better with your dark blue jeans."
"See, that's what I mean Stu. I feel better in shorts and sweat shirts not this dressing up all of the time."
"Be patient Clyde, just a little longer and you can wear what you want."
"You mean we can don't you? We're in this together Stu, it's not all me."
"Clyde, I love you and I'll be with you as long as you want me.
"Regardless of what ever happens Stu baby, that will never change."
Checking each other over and looking at the clock they leave their room for the dining room and whatever was ahead together.
Reaching the lobby, they enter the dining room side by side. Several heads turn as they stand at the entrance for a moment and then they see a middle aged man stand in the far corner.
"He is a pretty good looking man Clyde. I thought he might be a little older."
Brian Dickson was 40yrs old, dark hair with a hint of gray, brown eyes, 175lbs and 6'. His dark blue business suit hid a solid body but his broad shoulders stood out. He watched closely as Clyde and Stewart walked with an athletic grace across the room. He picked the dark haired one as Clyde and was impressed with the air of assurance about him. The other had to be Stewart, Elwood Ricksford's son and he was dazzling, his blond hair shining from the overhead lighting.
Reaching the table, Clyde extended his hand, "Mr. Dickson? Clyde Hampton and this is Stewart Ricksford."
"Gentlemen, good to meet you. I hope the Branston is taking care of you? I asked Enrique to be sure your visit is a comfortable one. Mr. Goldman wanted to meet you but he had a prior engagement, you will meet him Monday."
Clyde glanced at Stewart as they sat down. Dickson's greeting sounded almost rehearsed, smooth and then he remembered he was a lawyer.
"Lets have a drink before dinner shall we? What would you like? Everything is on the firm tonight so don't take it easy on us."
"Jack Daniels green and tonic with a twist for me Brian. What about you Stu?"
"Vodka & tonic with a lemon twist for me. Easy on the ice."
"Brian, if we had known you would be in a business suit we would not have dressed so casually."
"No problem Stewart, wish I had the time to change. I came over from the office. There were some last minute papers to get cleared up. How was your flight out?"
"Pretty good actually. The flight steward was really helpful in getting our tickets changed so we didn't have a long lay over in Chicago. We have a bone to pick with the travel agent when we get back to Baltimore. Right Stu?"
"It really surprised me they were so confused. Dad has used them several times without any problem."
"How I your father? I haven't talked with him since we started this for Clyde. Isaac has been handling most of it."
"Really well thanks. He was tickled when we were able to track Clyde down and the extent we were able to verify all of the information you had give us." Stewart said as the waiter placed their drinks on the table.
"Well, you guys did a hell of a job with just a postcard to go on. When did you send your uncle that card Clyde, do you remember?"
"Sometime when I was in the Navy, I don't remember the reason for it. He kept pretty much to himself but my Dad asked me to drop him a line once in awhile since he was alone."
"That card was all we had to go on, it was tucked in his safe with his will and other papers. We had copies of his will but we needed the original for probate. I had to get a court order to have that safe opened. I think it was a prototype it was so old but solid steel. My father, when he was practicing, handled the original writing of the will and it was fortunate he had named the firm as his executors not an individual. Would you like another drink or shall we order?"
"I'm a little hungry Brian. I think maybe Stu and I will opt for dinner and then maybe a drink later."
"Sounds good to me, after dinner we can move to the lounge and be more comfortable. Would you mind if I took my jacket off? It's just a bit stuffy in here."
As Brian removed his jacket, Clyde and Stewart glanced at each other. Brian's shoulders were wide and they could see a clearly defined chest under the broadcloth shirt he was wearing. His biceps were thick and he had a flat stomach with a small waist. It was obvious the man was well built and dressed to show it.
"Do you work out any Brian? You look to be in pretty good shape."
"When you reach 40 Clyde the old body starts telling you things and you better listen. I work out at my club at least three times a week and I gave up smoking almost 20 years ago. I don't even know now why I started, it was back in my college days. How about you guys? You both look pretty fit."
"We both do Brian. We haven't done much lately with all of the rushing around getting things buttoned up for Clyde. Dad has a small gym in his office that my brother and I used. Clyde and I have been using a Bowflex I have in the apartment in Baltimore."
Brian could not help but notice that they both referred to each other jointly. Nothing was said in the singular and the way they would look at each other before answering.
"Brian, do you have any idea when this probate will be finished. Stewart's dad said something about 90 days. Does it really take that long?" "If you guys are finished, why don't you go on to the lounge while I take care of the check? I'll be there shortly and then we can talk." Brian motioned for their waiter while Clyde and Stewart left the table.
"Did you see his body Clyde? He is a really powerful man and looks to be in damn good shape for 40."
"I noticed and I also noticed he seemed to be hedging a little, did you?"
"I did but he is a lawyer, they never lay all of their cards out until they have to. Remember he is the executor. I've seen Dad and Robert do it time and again. There is nothing for you to worry about. The instructions in your uncle's will were followed to the letter. Be patient, he can't hold anything back for long."
Stewart was a little more aware of how lawyers operated and also how impatient Clyde could be. He had to admit he was a little piqued at the probing questions that Brian was asking without being to obvious about it. His dad and Robert had put in a lot of time researching Clyde's background and the history of his family and with the DNA confirmation, there was not question that he was the last surviving male member of the Hampton family.
Clyde and Stewart were about to order their drinks when Brian rejoined them.
"We were just about to order Brian, what would you like? Clyde and I are having the same."
"Bourbon straight, water on the side." As the waiter walked away Brian moved his chair a little closer.
"You asked how long the probate was going to take Clyde...about a week."
"A week!! I thought it was going to take 3 months."
Clyde and Stewart were both surprised and their waiter stopped short when he heard Clyde's surprised comment.
"Sorry sir, you caught me off guard there for a moment."
Clyde looked at the waiter. "Damn," he thought. "Why do the good looking ones work in the fancy places and not in some of the bars he went too?"
"Sorry, I was caught off guard myself."
Waiting until the waiter left, Clyde leaned forward, "Brian, Stewarts dad told me it would be ninety days and you're tell us it will be a week. What's wrong here?"
"Nothing wrong Clyde, Stewart probably knows why the time is shorter."
"Not really Brian, I was in my first year at law school. We hadn't gotten into probate law yet."
"Okay then, where do I start? When we received the completed report of Clyde's family background with the DNA confirmation..."
"DNA, what DNA confirmation? No one mentioned that to me. How in hell did you get that done? I didn't give blood to anyone. Did you know Stu?"
"No. Robert handled the background investigation. Mostly I did the genealogy research."
"Sorry Clyde, I thought you knew. It should be in your copy of the final report. We sent a vial of your uncle's blood with the information we had and asked that one be done if possible. DNA always seals hereditary relationships. Not much of a chance of fraud when it's can be done."
"I thought they needed blood for that Brian."
"No, it can be done with hair, nail clippings, saliva even dandruff. The comparison that was done between Clyde and his uncle was an almost perfect match. The affidavit from your father's investigator confirmed that the hair that was used came from Clyde."
"I'm glad of that but I'd still like to know more about how it was done."
"It's all perfectly legal Clyde. Anyway, when we received that information I petitioned the probate court for an acceleration of the process. The judge's clerk called me this afternoon. The petition has been approved and a certificate discharging the provisions of your uncle's will is being processed. We should have it next week."
"Hey, that's great. Stewart and I were going to ask if things could be speeded up when we met with you."
"It isn't very often but in your case there was not reason not too. Our firm doesn't earn any more by not doing it when there is such overwhelming evidence that the heir designate meets the terms of the last will and testament of the deceased and there is no possibility of someone contesting it. The only unfortunate part of this is that the family line ends with you unless you have a son."
Stewart looked at Clyde when Brian made this point. He couldn't help but feel there was a reason for him making such a statement and he couldn't figure it out. He had heard his dad and Robert often enough to know lawyers usually have reasons for asking subtle questions or make some type of innuendo like Brian had just made. As he was thinking, he felt Clyde take his hand and he looked at him sharply.
"Not much chance of that happening Brian. Stu and I are in this together." He squeezed Stewart's hand tight as he said it.
The silence after that was almost deafening. Brian leaned back and took a long sip of his drink. His first impression was right but he hated being so devious. There were reasons for what he was trying to do and that was one of the reasons he had asked them to dinner. There were two extremely handsome young men sitting across from him and he handled enough cases where homosexuality was involved to recognize certain signs. Sitting his glass down he looked at both of them.
"I had almost concluded that was the case Clyde from the way you and Stu were referring to each other when we were talking. I don't approve or disapprove, lawyer's privilege to be impartial. There is a reason for being a little sneaky about it and it's not from being nosey. I think Stu could see I was being a little cautious."
"I had a hunch you were aiming for something but I didn't think it was our relationship."
"Well I sure didn't until you hit me with that having a son bit."
"I was hoping you would take the bait with that. I kind of figured you for being straightforward. My main reasons will make sense I think. There are two basically. First off, there is a hell of a lot of money and property involved that will belong to you. Your uncle was an extremely wealthy man and his was one of the largest if not the largest estate we have handled. My firm made a substantial fee as the executor's and it won't even begin to make a dent in the residual estate. Second, the State of Nebraska does not recognize gay relationships and you have no survivors. If anything should happen to you, Nebraska and or some other state will suddenly realize a very large influx of money it really is not entitled to just because of that fact. Let's have another drink, I need it."
Brian motioned for their waiter and re-ordered while he let Clyde and Stewart think over what he had said. Gay or not, he had taken a liking to both of them and he could see that Clyde was not that sure of what was about to happen in his life beyond the fact that he would be pretty wealthy. Stewart on the other hand was the thinker and would be the one to realize, he hoped, what should be done.
Fresh drinks delivered, he waited for a response. He had gone as far as he felt he should without it seeming he was trying to solicit further business from them. He wanted to help if he could but it was up to them how they would handle it. He sipped his drink, Clyde's dark brown eyes boring into him.
"How much are you talking about Brian?"
"After taxes, fees and payment for various services we felt were needed to complete everything correctly and legally you are looking to inherit $42 million."
Both Stewart and Clyde were all but stunned when they heard the amount and just looked at each other in amazement.
"Damn Clyde, dad was off by a few million wasn't he? He had figured about $37 mil not this."
"Your father only had a partial inventory Stu. Besides that the estate has grown some since Mr. Hampton died. That figure is comprised of cash, stocks and bonds with the real property making up a large part of it. Clyde will own a ranch of 15.8 thousand acres with a herd of roughly 4,000 Black Angus beef cattle. Hard to keep an accurate count on cattle the way they breed and roam over the ranch but it's pretty close to being correct. You will like the ranch Manager when you meet him, he is damn good and honest as the day is long."
"I'd say you have done a hell of a job Brian knowing all of this like you do. Damned hell of a job."
"All part of the job Clyde. Isaac handled the administrative part and I did the accounting and actual probate portion. Are you giving any thought to what I said a few minutes ago about survivorship? I know it's all rather fast but you should, I recommend it."
"Damn Brian, we are ahead of you on that but glad you brought it up. Like I said, Stu and I are in this together and he should probably tell you what we want done, he's the lawyer."
The rapport between them was obvious and he smiled to himself. He could see they really loved each other b the way they communicated with their eyes.
"Not yet a lawyer Brian, I still have a couple of years to go. What Clyde is saying is that we, no, he wants everything to be in both of our names with the right of survivorship. I know everything has to be converted into his name when the transfers are made. After that is done, how much trouble will it be to accomplish the change?"
"Damn the trouble Stu. My uncle may have left it to me but I didn't have a dime to my name or a window to throw it out of before I met you. This will be ours and that's the way I want it. How about it Brian, can you do it?"
"If that's what you want Clyde, of course it can be done. It will be yours to do with as you want. It does not take much to change deeds, titles and names on bank accounts. You have several by the way. You both should draw up will's and we will discuss all of this later. Right now, it's getting late and my wife is going to think I've gotten lost or something. I cleared my Monday calendar if you can be in my office about 10 and we can go into the details of everything."
All three men stood and shook hands. Brian left and Clyde and Stewart went to their suite minds racing.
As soon as they were I inside, Stewart exclaimed, "Clyde did you hear what he said? You can do almost anything you want."
Pulling Stewart close Clyde looked at Stu, "When are you going to stop this "you" stuff and start thinking "we"? This is our future together Stu, not just mine. How much do I have to do for you to realize how much I love you? Money is great but it is you I want as the main part of my life our lives together."
Stewart melted against Clyde's strong body his arms tight around him. "Do what you are doing right now, that's all I need to know you love me Clyde. Hold me, make love to me, kiss me."
Their lips met in a deep passionate kiss before moving to the bedroom clothes dropping off as they move. Sliding between the sheets arms reaching for each other they embrace, their hard bodies molding as one with their need for each other enveloping them. Passions rise to the boiling point as they devour each other savoring the depths of the love they feel. Intense mutual climaxes fill them with great surging streams of that love as they give of themselves filling the other until they feel the softening of spent cocks, bodies relaxing.
Holding each other still in the grasp of the ecstasy they felt their eyes meet and the message "I love you" is seen deep in their souls. At that moment, the only thoughts are of the love they feel within them as pleasantly exhausted they fall asleep.
"The eyes are the windows of the soul and only a
fool looks away."