An Orphan

AN ORPHAN By Lee Mariner

April 2002

DISCLAIMER: This is a gay fantasy depicting homosexual acts between young men. IF YOU ARE NOT OF LEGAL AGE TO BE READING THIS STORY OR YOU DO NOT APPROVE OF SUCH MATERIAL PLEASE LEAVE.

All characters depicted in this story are fictional and unrelated to any persons living or deceased.

ENGAGING IN UNPROTECTED SEX CAN LEAD TO LIFE THREATENING CONSEQUENCES AND SHOULD BE AVOIDED.

This work is copyrighted by the author and may not be copied or reproduced without the specific written consent of the author. It is assigned to the Nifty Archives under the terms of their submission agreement but it may not be archived or copied on any other site without the permission of the author. Copyright: 2002 -- Author: Lee Mariner -- All Rights are Reserved.

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• • • • • • Chapter #13

Clyde snuggled closer to Stewart, the irritating ringing of a telephone awakening him. He tried ignoring it hoping it would stop but it continued. Reaching across Stewart he picked up the receiver answering with a gruff "yes."

"Mr. Hampton this is Enrique Martineze the manager. I'm sorry to bother you but I was hoping you or Mr.Ricksford would stop by the desk on your return. I told the parking valet to give you a message that I wanted to see you, didn't you get it?"

"He told us but you didn't seem to be around. What is it Martineze?"

"A large rather thick unmarked envelope was delivered by special messenger addressed to Mr. Ricksford but since you and he were out I signed for it. Would you like for me to bring it to your suite? It may be something important."

"Just send it up Martineze no need for you to bother."

"Oh, it's no trouble Mr. Hampton, I'll be right up."

Clyde hung the telephone up swinging his legs out of bed, his half hard cock hanging over his balls. His bladder told him he needed too piss as he stood up stretching.

"What's Martineze bringing up Clyde?"

"Shit, I was hoping you were still sleeping. He's bringing up some kind of envelope addressed to you. He sounded just a little irritated that we didn't stop when we got back. I can't stand that arrogant tone of his. Did you ever want to smack someone on general principals?" He said over his shoulder as he went into the bathroom.

Stewart slid over to the side of the bed sitting up yawning and stretching his arms over his head.

"I wonder what it could be? No one would be sending us anything unless it was Dickson but we will be seeing him Monday."

Clyde walked out of the bathroom in his robe carrying Stewarts. "We'll find out soon enough. Here, you better put this on. Maybe you better answer the door since it's addressed to you. If he has that smirk on his face I just might smack him."

"Now Clyde, remember you aren't on the docks anymore."

Putting the robe on Stewart moved to where Clyde was standing. He could see he was irritated and put his arms around him.

"That's one of the things I love about you, that gruff direct to the point charm. Relax Clyde, this will all be over soon." He said as he brushed his lips over Clyde's his tongue darting out pressing against their stern set. Running his hands up and down his spine he could feel the tenseness in his muscles relaxing as they kissed soft but demandingly. Stewart knew that Clyde would relax very quickly after a short outburst when he caressed him and they kissed.

"You devil, you know just the right buttons to push don't you?"

"And so do you. Feel down below and you will see just how much you push my buttons."

Clyde reached between them he could feel a very hard stiff cock pushing through the thick terry cloth robe.

"Get rid of Martineze and let's see how horny you are." Clyde growled hearing the knock at the door in the living room.

Giving Clyde another quick kiss, Stewart re-arranged his robe and went to open the door while Clyde stayed in the bedroom. He could feel his cock softening a little but his mind was on getting back into the bedroom as he opened the door.

"Martineze. Sorry we missed you." Stewart stood in the door not inviting the manager in and reached his hand for the envelope he was carrying.

"I hate disturbing you but this might be important. There is no return address on it but perhaps it's from Mr. Hamptons attorney Mr. Dickson. He's the only one that knows you are here isn't he?"

Stewart took the envelope but hadn't failed to notice the smooth way Martineze was pumping for information.

"No Martineze, my father knows we are here but I doubt he would be sending anything. It may be from Dickson with last minute information. Thanks for bringing it up." Stewart said as he closed the door leaving Martineze standing in the hallway.

• • • • • Stewart walked back into the bedroom as Martineze rushed back downstairs not using the elevator. In his private office, he dialed Brian Dickson's private home number waiting impatiently for him too answer. A soft female voice answered instead of Dickson.

"Dickson residence, how may I help you?"

"Mr. Dickson please."

"I'm sorry sir. Mr. Dickson asked not to be disturbed. May I take a message?"

"No you may not. Tell him Martineze is calling and it's urgent."

"Yes sir, hold please and I'll tell him."

He stood drumming his fingers impatiently on his desktop before hearing rather angrily.

"What is it Enrique? I told you never to call me here unless it was an emergency. I was at dinner with my family."

"It may be an emergency Brian. Did you send a package here for Ricksford? A large very thick envelope came for him this afternoon without a return address on it and it was hand delivered."

"Could you tell what it was? Did you sign for it? There should have been an address of who sent it in the receipt book."

"I didn't think to look for that, I just signed the receipt. It was sealed with celluloid tape and you couldn't remove that without damaging it."

"I wonder who could have sent it then? Have they said anything since we had dinner last night, gone anywhere?"

"I haven't spoken with them that much but the had breakfast with that Cody Walton who I have had trouble with because of the referrals for guide service."

"You don't know what they were talking about? Did they leave together?"

"They were sitting in the alcove where you had dinner. The serving attendant might have heard some of what they were talking about but I'm not sure about that. I'm not that popular with Devon and you know he doesn't work for me so we don't talk much."

"Enrique, that big dick of yours is going to get you in trouble someday. You can't have every boy you see."

"You like it don't you?"

"But, I don't chase everything in pants. Lets be patient for now. I will be seeing them on Monday. In the meantime let me know if they get or make any calls, even local ones. You can do that can't you?"

"You know that's against the law don't you? That's like wiretapping."

"Right now Enrique that is the least thing you should be worrying about. Do it, keep your mouth shut and don't call me here again." Dickson said angrily as he hung the telephone up. He was still a little concerned and for a moment wished he hadn't gotten involved with Enrique.

"Boy Clyde, this envelope is heavy. Where's that little penknife you carry? We're gonna need to cut this tape its sealed with." Stewart said as he hefted the envelope, walking into the bedroom. He didn't see Clyde but he could hear water running in the bathroom and wisps of steam floating from the doorway.

Clyde was sitting in the Jacuzzi when he walked in, his head resting on one of the vinyl cushions with his arms on the lip his hands hanging in the swirling water.

He started to turn on the exhaust fan but changed his mind as he let his robe fall to the floor stepping into the tub opposite where Clyde was sitting with his eyes closed the steaming water swirling over his broad chest. He could see his legs stretched across the tub and slipped between them as he slid into the water kneeling in the center well. Looking into the water he could see his flaccid cock lazily waving from side to side in the swirling current created by the side jets.

Watching Clyde's face, he reached down taking the waving snake in his hands squeezing gently feeling the softness. There was no reaction from Clyde and looking down he started to adjust his position not seeing Clyde lean forward reaching for his shoulders until he felt his strong fingers gripping his biceps pulling him forward. The water acted like a cushion as his body was stretched upward and down resting on hard muscles and he felt his legs locked in place entwined with Clyde's. Stewart placed his hands on the full hard pectoral muscles of his chest as their lips met.

Soft flaccid cocks started to slowly hardening, crushed between their hard flat stomach's steadily thickening, pressing against them. As they kissed, Stewart felt Clyde's hands moving over his shoulder muscles gently squeezing them and then slowly on down the center of his back between his thick lat muscles squeezing the cheeks of his buttocks. He let his body relax completely enjoying the flow of the water and soft fingers kneading his muscles. Leaning his head back a little moving his lips from Clyde's, he looked into his soft brown eyes.

"Have I told you today how much I love you?" He said softly.

"Just every time you look at me Stud, that's all." Clyde said as he ran his hands up and down Stewarts smooth muscled back, the warm swirling water washing over them.

"Have you ever made love in a hot tub Clyde?"

"No, have you?"

"No but I did jerk off in a swimming pool once when I was in high school and a hot sexy boy I wanted was swimming with a bunch of other guys. No, no sex that I can remember but there is always a first time unless you want to go to bed." Stewart said as he moved his hips in a slow rotating motion, feeling their hard cocks being agitated by their combined pubic hair.

"Right now Stu, all I want is you laying on me like you are with the warm water swirling around us. I like feeling your muscles rippling in the water, your hard cock pressing into me. I like the way you are moving your hips and the feelings that we both are having as our cocks move between us. Just knowing you are mine Stu, that is what means the most too me. Sex with anyone else would be just sex but when we make love, I feel that love in everything you do."

The steam rose around them from the hot water. Jets causing whirling jetties as Stewart continued slowly gyrating his hips. He could feel his and Clyde's cocks swelling, growing harder as sharp feelings of impending climaxes surged upwards. Moving his arms around Clyde's chest behind his back he laid his head on his shoulder whispering.

"Clyde, I'm going to cum."

"I know baby, I can feel it in both of us. Let it go."

They both tightened their arms around each other inhaling deeply; groaning as streams of their sperm gushed out of them mixing in the water. With intense spasms they emptied their nuts as Stewart ground their pelvises tightly into each other squeezing their softening sensitive cocks together until they felt the sensation of the ecstatic high they had reached together subsiding. Breathing deeply, their heartbeats slowed as they held each other.

"I told you there was a first time Clyde. I could feel every beat of your heart as your cock surged, swelling and gushing your cum in the water with me. It felt like we both were trying to see who would reach the last surging spasm. I never felt anything like it, every nerve seemed to be tingling as we were cumming together."

"Ummmmmm yeah babe. I said I wanted to see just how horny you were didn't I? Lets shower and see what is in the envelope that was delivered before we get something to eat. Adam and Cody are supposed to be here at 10 aren't they?"

"They said the would pick us up then. We could call them and stay here if you don't want to go out. I'd kind of like to go out with them but I wouldn't mind if we didn't."

"I think we better go Stu. I don't like telling someone we're going to do something and then don't. Besides we have been on the go since we got here yesterday and a little time off would be good for both of us. Robert is going to be here tomorrow and then we don't know what is going to happen after that."

The shower water was not as hot as the Jacuzzi but it was warm and relaxing as they stood together under a large showerhead that was almost like standing in the rain. The shower was as invigorating as the hot tub had been and then they dried each other rubbing briskly until their skin glowed from the stimulation.

For a few moments, they stood looking at each other their eyes relaying the feelings that were passing between them. Clyde thought briefly of how lucky he was that fate had brought him and Stewart together. The little orphan boy was slowly receding into the past, no longer alone.

Clyde reached for his robe and putting it on he said, "Give you a penny for your thoughts Stu."

"Just a penny Clyde? To me they are worth a pot of gold. I was thinking about how ironic some things are and how we don't really know our future. If Dickson hadn't retained Dad's firm to do an investigation of someone's background we would never have met and how it has worked out for both of us. We wouldn't be together now if I hadn't found you on that ship Clyde and I wouldn't have fallen in love with you as quickly as I have. I think I started falling for you when you walked across that deck to where I was standing. Both of our lives changed that day."

"Yeah, I think about that too. Sometimes I wonder if I didn't sort of push you into it though. Telling your Dad and Robert you were gay and leaving school. I still want you to think about that, leaving school I mean."

"You didn't push me any place I didn't want to already go Clyde. All I was doing was what everyone else thought I should do. Get a law degree and work in the same firm for the rest of my life afraid someone would find out about me. Too many of us get stuck in those ruts and never get a chance at loving someone. You made me see things differently and I love you for it."

"Well, I still think we should talk about you finishing school."

"We will but right now let's see what's in the envelope."

Slipping his penknife into a small opening under the envelope flap Clyde sliced it open, it held a thick sheaf of papers bound by and Acco fastener like a book. Pulling the papers out Clyde handed it to Stewart.

A label on the hard cover read: INGLES -- SUMMERS & SIMPSON, Certified Estate and Corporate business Auditors, Omaha, Nebraska. There was a list of branch offices with one in Lincoln. Under that label was another one reading: Estate Audit, Samuel Hampton, assets, liabilities and method used in certification are listed on the Index page signed by the Certifying Agent of the auditing firm of Ingles, Summers and Simpson.

Looking at Clyde, Stewart opened the cover and saw the index page with a signature scrawled over the typed name Charles Ingles with a date signed.

"Clyde, when did your uncle die?"

"You should know that better then me Stu, didn't he die almost 7 months ago?"

"He did but this audit was done almost 3 months before he passed away. I could be wrong but I'll bet Robert had this sent here so he would have it when he gets here tomorrow. He has a lot of faults but not being thorough is not one of them. I've seen him put cases together and he prides himself on being accurate. There was an audit in that portfolio that Dad gave you, where is it?"

"It's in the briefcase in the living room. Why, do you want to look at it?"

"Let's get it, I want to check something."

Clyde got the briefcase and he and Stewart sat on the couch opening it and pulling out the thick portfolio. "What are you looking for Stu? I haven't looked at all of that stuff."

"I've got a hunch Clyde but I'm not sure if I'm right. Wait a minute." Stewart said as he looked for the audit he remembered was part of the brief his dad and Robert had put together.

Finding the audit, Stewart compared the covers, they were the same except the one Dickson had sent them was on a thick regular paper not hard cover. Turning the cover sheet back Stewart checked the index listing item by item and everything was the same until he noticed an asterisk beside the listing for the West Point property. Looking at the bottom of the index page there was an asterisk with the notation Addendum of Sale/Transfer of property. The ISS audit did not contain any indication of a sale or transfer in their audit. Alarm bells went off in his head as he leafed back to the section that gave a detailed description of the West Point property and found where it had been sold and transferred with all rights to something called West Point Associates for a value of $3.7 million dollars and copies of the sale and transfer were made a part of the audit as an addendum. The dates indicated that the property had been sold after the death of Clyde's uncle.

Clyde was getting a little antsy as he watched Stewart leafing through the pages of the audit. "What's wrong Stu?

"Something is not right Clyde. I'm not sure but I think someone has changed the original audit and is trying to screw you out of the farm your uncle owned outside of West Point."

"How can someone do that Stu? Didn't your Dad and Robert say that they had completed the investigation and everything was finished before we came out here?"

"We only did a background ancestry investigation Clyde, not an audit. The audit, this audit that was in the portfolio Dad gave you was furnished by Dickson. It does not match the one we received earlier today."

"You mean someone has forged the audit and sent it to you guys. How can they do that? It's not legal is it?"

"I don't think it was forged Clyde, but it has been changed. You would be surprised what you can do with computers and I wish I had brought my laptop with us. I could have linked up with the office computer and talked with Robert and Dad direct instead of on the telephone. But hell, there was no indication anything was wrong and we didn't have any reason too think there was. We'll have to wait until Robert gets here tomorrow and go over the two audits we have."

"Christ, I need a drink. You want one Stu? I'm starting to wish I never had a rich uncle."

"Fix me a bourbon straight up. Where money and property is involved in the amounts your uncle had, people sometimes try and do strange things. If Dickson is involved in embezzlement of your uncle's estate he could be in big trouble. I don't say he is but I was kind of surprised when he told us the probate date had been advanced like it had, that's unusual with an estate of this size."

We both sat there sipping on our second drink after almost gulping the first. I didn't know where all of this was leading but it was damned good having Stewart beside me in it. Things had started happening a little too fast and with Stewarts limited legal training he could still figure things out a little faster.

The telephone rang as they were sitting there and Stewart answered it.

"Hi Stu, Adam here."

"Oh hi Adam, what's up? You guys still coming over later?"

"Yeah but we were thinking that if you were going to get something to eat we should maybe get it before going to the Panic. It gets a little crowded there at 10 and it might be better if we ate somewhere else. We might hit the "Q" a little later if you want, sort of make the rounds of Lincoln's vast gay bar establishments."

"Just a second Adam." Stewart said asking Clyde about dinner and if maybe Adam and Cody could join them downstairs getting a nod of assent.

"Adam, lets see, it's 7:00 now so why don't you guys come on over here and we can have dinner downstairs. We were going to use the Explorer anyway and you can park your car here at the hotel in the garage."

"Sounds like a plan to me. Okay if we come up to your suite? I'd kind of like to see how the elite live."

"Sure, we can have a drink first before dinner if you want."

"Be there in a flash, see ya."

"We better get dressed Clyde, Adam and Cody are coming up for a drink before dinner. I don't think we should mention any of this to them though. What do you think?"

"Guess you are right Stu but they did sort of warn us in an indirect way that something was not right." Clyde said as he stood up putting his empty glass down stripping his robe off as he went into the bedroom behind Stu who was already naked. His soft round bubble butt was inviting and he could feel his cock starting to rise. Monday was still a day away he thought as he ran his eyes over Stewarts smooth muscled back and butt.

Almost as if Stewart could read his thoughts as he was following him he heard him say, "Later stud, we don't have time for that right now and I want it as bad as you do."

"Damn Stu, do you know everything I'm thinking?"

"It doesn't take much thinking when you're walking behind me with a hard-on and there is a mirror on the wall."

Clyde and Stewart shaved quickly and used a light Aspen Cologne between them. Watching Stewart in the mirror as ran his hands down over his chest into the light golden hair of his groin fondling his thick 7+" cock he could feel his cock lengthening.

Stewart turns as Clyde drops on his knees taking the hardening length in his mouth feeling Stu's hands on the back of his head, holding him. Stroking his cock with one hand he fondles Stewarts low hanging nuts with the other tasting the pre-cum flowing into his mouth. The steady thrusting of Stewarts hips, the smell of his clean body odor mixed with their cologne is overpowering as he feels the sudden hardening of their cocks and he moans deeply. Muscles tighten as they ejaculate shuddering as the intensity, the lusting for each other spreads through them. Draining the last drops from Stewart and milking his own cock Clyde stands taking him in his arms in a deep throat invading kiss tongues twisting, swallowing mixed saliva and sperm, their bodies pressed tightly against each other.

'Damn Stu, you really turn me on."

Holding him tight and looking at him with flashing blue eyes Stewart says, "And what do you think you do for me lover?"

"Stu, you're the best thing that has ever happened too me and I don't ever want to lose you."

"Just keep being you and we will be together for a long, long time. Hold me Clyde, don't ever let go."

Holding each other still in a euphoric state from the feelings they share, there is a knock at the door. Separating quickly Stu grabs his robe to answer the door. "Damn, we forgot about Adam and Cody coming up. Start getting dressed and I'll let them in, they can wait in the living room."

It amazes me how quick Stewart can change from a lover to being in social charge. In the short time he and I have been together he has grown and changed like a chameleon changing colors. It's as if he has found a purpose and someone that needs protecting. He has found his little orphan boy, me.

It takes just a second too wipe the sperm from the bathroom floor with a damp towel before selecting what to wear for the evening. We both had brought several complete outfits but it would be nice if they knew if there was any kind of dress code in the Panic.

Adam and Cody walk in the living room seeing Stu in his robe, his face slightly flushed.

"Oh, oh. Did we come a little early?" Adam says grinning.

"Just a bit, we are still dressing. Why don't you fix yourselves a drink while we finish?"

"Gee, is that what they call it now, dressing?" Cody says grinning but getting an elbow in his ribs from Adam.

Stewart hadn't noticed but his robe belt had slipped and when he turned from closing the door it fell open for a second flashing Cody as he passed. Cody's eyes widened briefly seeing Stewarts hard muscled chest and stomach with his still slightly engorged cock hanging down from a golden bush. He gasped slightly his eyes catching Stewarts just as he closes the robe.

"We'll be right out, won't be a minute. Go ahead and fix your drinks."

As Stewart is returning to the bedroom, Adam is checking out the beverage selection picking out Johnny Walker Red with a bottle of soda water.

"Cody, you want the same as me or something else?"

"Just let me have a Budweiser for now. Did you see his robe fall open just now?"

"How could I, you were in the way but I saw him look at you when it did. Do you think he did it on purpose?"

"If he did, he got my attention. God he is gorgeous, what a body and they just had sex. You could tell from the way he was flushed and his cock was still half hard. He's wouldn't be as big as you but he's got plenty and uncut."

"You could tell all of that in one glance? If he is that good, I wonder what Clyde looks like, he turns me on like Stu does you. Wonder if we will find out?"

Closing the door Stewart sees Clyde trying to select what he is going to wear.

"Clyde, they are wearing jeans with short sleeved golf shirts. We can wear the Bugle Boy jeans we got with the Greg Parry shirts. You wear the black and I'll wear the white. You look good in the black."

"Those shirts are almost see through Stu. Won't that be a little much for the first time we go out?"

"You can't see everything but boy that black sure shows off your chest and that narrow waist. Leave the top three button undone."

"You're getting a little racy aren't you? I never dress like that."

"Well, maybe it's time you did. I like showing you off and watching guys drool over you like Adam."

"Adam, what are you talking about, he goes with Cody. I didn't see him drooling over me as you put it."

"You wouldn't, he couldn't keep his eyes off of you. Every time I looked in the back seat today, he was staring at you and your crotch."

"Okay, what if he was. That doesn't mean anything. Besides, Cody was checking you out too."

"I know he was. Do you think they want too go to bed with us? They both are good looking."

"I don't know but since they are a couple, I doubt it. Remember what happened yesterday and we talked about it. But and it's a big but Stu. If they do play around on the side and ask, it's got to be on mutual terms and agreement between us. If I told you that I didn't find some guys attractive and think about what they might be like in bed that would be a lie, I do. I'm not going to cheat and go behind your back though. You mean too much to me for that to happen. Yesterday with Brian was a bummer and we aren't going through that again."

In the short time Clyde was talking and dressing, Stewart had finished putting his clothes on. Moving closer behind him, he slipped his arms around his waist leaning against him.

"That won't happen again and as far as anything else goes, we'll cross that bridge when and if it happens. I feel the same way as you do Clyde. Nothing is going to come between us."

Listening as Stewart held him, Clyde could tell from the sincerity in his voice he meant what he was saying and turned to face him.

"Forever and always babe, I mean it. There is no room in my heart for anyone but you. If anything else happens it's because we both want it too happen. Let's get a drink before they empty the bar."

"Damn Adam, it's taking them long enough to dress in there. Do you think they might be . . . . . ?"

"Christ Cody, not everyone is as horny as you always are. Give'em time, they'll be out. We aren't in a rush you know."

Just as Adam finished talking, the bedroom door opened and Clyde came into the room followed by Stewart. Adam's eyes were glued on Clyde, he hadn't seen anyone like him before and he swallowed most of his drink in one gulp.

"Whoa, I don't know if we dare take you two out tonight." Adam said looking at Cody who seemed to have been struck dumb. "Dressed like that, you both will bring the house down. The queens at the Panic will be drooling the minute we walk in with you."

"Yeah, Lincoln and the Panic will never be the same." Cody finally manages to say something. "Christ you both look awesome and those shirts, talk about teasing."

Fixing them both drinks, Stewart hands Clyde his. "Do you think it's a little too much dressed like this? Most of the guys in Baltimore, New York or Philadelphia dress the same way as we are."

"Oh hell no Stu, we like it. But this is Lincoln, Nebraska a little old college town. I'd love to see Cody dressed like you are."

"We can change if you think it's too much."

"Stay just like you are Stu, you and Clyde look great."

"Flattery will get you everything and you guys look just as good. Lets get dinner, I'm starved and I know Clyde is. He is always hungry."

Clyde couldn't help but glance at Stewart. He could tell when he was playing with words like he was now. Opening the door he checked to be sure he had the key- card in his pocket seeing Adam give him a glance their eyes locking for just a second as he passed him.