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All name, places, locations, etc are used fictionally and no way involve any persons living or dead or depict the lifestyle in any location mentioned.
Chapter #2
Clyde notices that Stewart seems to have a slightly heavier foot on the gas peddle then he cares for as he tools his Firebird through traffic. The car seemed to be fully equipped but a little more then he had a need for. To many buttons and switches just made for more to go wrong. His mid-western conservative upbringing usually surfaced when it came to spending mon ey. But then, he never had a lot to spend and that had something to do with it. As he was thinking and trying to watch where they were going, he didn't hear Stewart talking to him.
"Clyde, have you ever been to the Central Station before? It is one of the better gay bars in Baltimore. Kind of glitzy but big and plenty of action." Stewart says.
"I haven't been in any gay bars here Stu. Working the docks the hours I did, made it a bit rough to get out." Clyde says.
"You will cross a few eyeballs in this one then." Stu says as they pull into the curb almost in front of the Central Station. "Here we are Clyde, adjust that big cock of yours so it hangs on the left."
"If you want to go on to your place, you can adjust it Stu. We can pickup a 6-pack somewhere can't we?" Clyde says.
"Tempting offer stud but I want to show you off and this is the place to do it. We will take care of any adjustments later." Stu says.
Getting out of the car, Clyde sees large darkened plate glass windows done in gold leave scroll work with a brass rail running about mid-way to prevent someone from leaning to heavily on the glass. Over the windows are signs in black and gold letters raised and proclaiming the name of the establishment. Clyde is amazed at the openness of it.
"Nothing like advertising is there Stu." Clyde says.
"Not in Baltimore. Everyone knows it is a gay bar but some so called tourists stumble in every now and then. Usually that is on purpose." Stu says, stopping before opening the door. "Clyde. As a word of warning, don' t let on what you are worth. There are some pretty conniving people and if they get a hint you are loaded, you won't be able to beat them off with sticks."
"Stu. You act like it's all mine already. I am not worth all of that yet but I see what you mean." Clyde says.
Walking inside, Clyde sees a long angled bar with what look like comfortable stools, almost high legged easy chairs. Tables of various sizes are scattered around with chairs and little lamps on each. Not very many
but a few booths for more private conversations. The back bar is loaded with just about every conceivable liquor made. Bar top to ceiling mirrors give the room a sense of hugeness. The music is just a little louder then the cocktail hour would dictate b ut that is the preference of the younger crowd. There seemed to be maybe a couple of dozen people, all men, scattered around with and without partners.
Clyde follows Stewart and he sees most of the people know him as they cross to the bar. As they slip up on their stools, Clyde lets his eyes survey the bar a little closer as they adjust to the semi-darkness. He sees several heads turn in their direction and after a cursory glance return to their drinks. Sitting with one cheek on the stool and his left leg extended behind the stool Stewart is sitting on, he adjusts his cock and squeezes it slightly.
"Keep that up Clyde and every size queen in Baltimore will be trying to check it out closer." Stu says.
"You said you wanted to show me off didn't you Stu?"
"I didn't mean display Clyde. Just let a few people know there is a new boy on the block and he is with me." Stu says as he asks what he wants to drink.
"I'll have a Bud Light Stu." Clyde says as he turns to face the bar. On the other side is one gorgeous hunk of man.
"Make that two Bud Light's Cleve. Clyde this is Cleve McNeal, Cleve, Clyde Hampton.
Clyde takes the extended hand and looks into the deepest almost Topaz eyes he has ever seen set in a clean shaven, square jawed face with close cut blond hair. The grip is firm and the voice soft and even toned, " Nice meeting you Clyde. Are you new in here? I don't recall seeing you before." Cleve says.
"Yeah, Cleve, likewise. This is my first visit but probably won't be the last." Clyde says.
"Let me get those beers for you guys, I'll be right back."
Clyde watches as Cleve moves off. Broad shoulders with defined deltoid and bicep muscles. Forearms are thick and slightly hairy. Back muscles are like ropes as they ripple under the tigh t muscle shirt Cleve is wearing tucked into the waist of a pair of leather pants. Pectoral muscles look like massive pillows waiting for someone' s head to lay on them. The abdominal muscles are tight and defined. Clyde figured the man must have a chest wi dth of about 48 and a waist of 30. He is a living sculpted statue of defined muscle and moves with the grace of a cat. Clyde feels a flash of heat surging through is groin and a rapid swelling in his pants.
"He has a way of doing that to people Clyde, did me the same way." Stu says as he watches Clyde.
"Huh, what did you say Stu?"
" I said that Cleve has a way of doing that to people Clyde."
"I guess he does." Clyde says not taking his eyes off of Cleve.
"When someone sees that mass of gorgeous muscle for the first time, they are all struck dumb. He floored me. Cleve is a hell of a man but the fuse is a bit on the short side for the body." Stu says.
"You know that personally then? The short fuse bit. He does have one hell of a body and must work out for hours to keep it that way." Clyde says.
"Yeah, we went to bed. He is great to feel and he lets you do all of that you want. Getting him up is another thing. Cleve suffers for a bad case of self-worship and that leaves everybody else out. A fter you get him hard, all he wants is to lay on his back and let you play with him and massage his body as he flexes those muscles he has everywhere. You can find out if you want, he never turns down someone as good looking as you are." Stu says.
"No thanks. Eye candy is good but I want someone that returns the favor. Speaking of that, I still owe you. When do you want to collect?" Clyde says reaching over and squeezing Stu's thigh.
Looking at his watch, Stu sees it is almost 5o'clock. "I was going to take you over to After Midnight to see a friend of mine and get you outfitted. It is a little late for that but we can do that tomorrow. If you don' t mind take out, we can have dinner at my place and get you settled in."
Just then, Cleve brings their beers with glasses. Looking at Clyde, he says "How long you been in Baltimore Clyde. Have you known Stewart very long?"
"I've been here a couple of years. Just met Stu but I think we will get to know each other better. How long have you been here? You look like you might have been a Marine once." Clyde says looking at Stewart.
"I'm a local and your right, I was in the Marines for one hitch. Too many sergeants for me so I got out." Cleve says, "You guys holler if you want another."
"You are good Clyde. You cut him off but you didn't drop him. He will try again later if he thinks it is clear." Stu says.
"No need to let him dangle is there Stu?"
"Guess not Clyde. Have you been thinking about what you are going to be doing or where you are headed when all of this is finished? You are going to have a lot to do in 6 months you know." Stu says.
"I have not had a chance to think at all since I met you. First the head job you gave me, your dad's office, the bank and now here. When have I had time to think?" Stu replies.
"It has been kind of hectic hasn't it? Next time I will be able to pay more attention to what I'm doing." Stu says.
"Get your mind out of my crotch. You about finished with that beer? If you are, lets get out of here." Clyde says.
Leaving the bar and getting back into the car, Stu sees the large bulge in Clyde's pants and reaching over squeezes it. Clyde stiffens and gasps, "better not do much of that or it will explode."
Sliding over in the seat, Stu pulls Clyde close and covers his lips with his. Tongue probing and hands roaming over the tight muscled body, he huskily says, "Lets get on home before we both explode."
Stewart drives north on Charles for few blocks and turns right on Preston. His apartment building is on the right, an older building that had once been a fairly large home until it was converted into three apartments, one on each floor. The owner had plans for installing another apartment in the basement but ran a little short or money so it was an empt y and used for storage.
Stewart had the first floor apartment with the entrance just to the right of the main entrance. Buzzers had been installed but usually someone would place a piece of tape over the lock so they could come in and out without being b uzzed. Not good for security but the building was all gay so they sort of watched out for each other. Stairs led up to the other two apartments. The third floor apartment had a little more floor space but he didn' t want the stairs to contend with. Clyde followed Stu in and waiting while he checked his mail and then opened his door.
As they walked inside, Clyde saw a very large room with ceilings about 13' with windows reaching from the ceiling down to about three feet from the floor. Two sets of shutters covered each if two windows that looked to be about 48"' s wide. Walls were of an eggshell white and there were no curtains or drapes. The floor was covered in a room sized burgundy Berber carpet and it looked like it continued into the next room.
Clyde w alked to the middle of the room and gazed at the while leather sofa and oversized chair, the wrought iron glass topped cocktail table with matching end tables. Tall lamps with slender glass frames held wide shades that were black and opaque so light was r a diated down and up. Several smaller chairs were scattered about the room. In one corner there was a computer desk assembly with one wall completely covered in book shelves all of which were filled with books. A medium sized table sat close to the comput er and it was covered with papers. The room looked lived in, comfortable and used.
"Give me your jacket Clyde and let me hang it up while you look around. The dining room and kitchen are through the door to your right and the bedrooms lead off to the le ft of the hallway. The dining room is small as well as the kitchen. The first bedroom is mine and then the bath between it and the rear bedroom." Stu explains as he hangs up their jackets.
Stewart did not hear Clyde slip up behind him and when he turned from hanging up their jackets he was wrapped in his steel strong arms.
"You can show me the place later, right now I just want to look at you." Clyde says breathing heavy and feeling his passions rise.
"You want to move to the bedroom or on the couch?" Stu says as he feels Clyde's hands running up and down his back, his lats being kneaded and massaged as well as the cheeks of h is tight ass.
"Bedroom babe, I want some room to play in." Clyde says as he cups Stu's crotch with his hand and feels his balls pressing up against the base of a nice thick cock he has only just seen earlier.
Stewart leads Clyde to his bedroom and entering they sit on the edge of a large queen size slightly raised bed. The bedroom is almost Spartan in comparison to the liv ing room. The bed occupies one end of the room and sits on a slightly raised dais. Raised it is easier to slip into the bed rather then down into it. There is a large wardrobe at the other end of the room between shutter covered windows. The carpet is th e same as in the living room. One chair with a dresser completes the rooms furnishings except for the indirect built in lighting over the bed and sconces on the walls by the dresser.
Slipping their shoes off, Stu stands and starts to unbutton his shirt, never taking his eyes from Clyde. Hands shaking he tries to remove his tie and then the collar button but he is shaking all over. Clyde stands and pulls his hands away.
"Here let me do that."
Stewart feels his shirt being removed, his undershirt and then the unbuckling of his belt allowing his trousers to drop around his ankles. Leaning forward he lays his head on Clyde' s chest and a long soft sigh escapes his lips as he feels a slight shiver course through his almost naked body. It is as if he has give n control of his body to Clyde as he feels him lifting him onto the bed. He feels his cock throbbing and pre-cum oozing from the slit in the head, he has become so filled with desire and passion as he runs his hands over his smooth torso massaging his har d nipples and soft defined pectoral muscles as he rolls his head from side to side at the sensations coursing through him in increasing waves.
Clyde stands over Stewart, his eyes devouring his well muscled, smooth and unblemished body. He watches as he undresses at the erotic movement of Stewart' s hands over his torso and sees the head of his raging hard cock sliding above the band of his jockey shorts. Clyde's cock has inched down his leg and protrudes from under his jockey's. He pulls his shorts down and drops them allowing his cock to spring up like the blood engorged appendage it is. Huge in its thick 9" length its cut head a deep purple and he feels every beat of his heart as it throbs and aches. His balls are slightly retracted but swing free as he leans over Stewart and slowly lowers himself next to him allowing his cock to lay over Stu' s groin pressing down on his still restrained cock.
Stewart shivers and inhales deeply the musky Old Spice odor as he feels Clyde pressing his body against his and whisper in his ear.
"You are gorgeous, damned but you are beautiful. Stu."
"Mmmmmmmm Clyde you feel fantastic. Hold me, let me feel you pressing against me." Stu murmurs.
Clyde runs his arm under Stewart's head and then drawing him close, he ru ns his fingers over the outlines of his muscles feeling the little goose bumps following his light touch. He detects the subtle telltale quickening of his breath and watches his chest rise and fall as he leans down and runs his tongue over the large light
brown breasts with their hard nipples as his hand runs over the outlined rib cage to his groin. Stewart feels his body responding and he moans as a deep enveloping fog slowly descends, covering him. Clyde is lifting him to new heights of an erotic exist ence with each silky touch of his fingers and tongue.
Using his left thumb and index finger, Clyde slowly outlines Stewart's throbbing, cloth covered cock running then up and down but not touching him. Slipping his nose and tongue into his arm pit, Clyde touches the silky hair with his tongue and smells the sweet odor of sweat mixed with deodorant, a spicy smell that is like an aphrodisiac. Clyde's senses expand as he feels his own cock pulsating against Stewart' s body and short electric shocks running through every nerve he has as he restrains himself from ravaging Stewart, his own desire has reached almost fever pitch.
Clyde wants this to be a lasting, bonding experience with this 23 year old boy who has walked into his life. He feels Stewart re sponding to his stimulating advances, his passion laying just beneath the surface waiting to be tapped. There is a love, a need, a desire that he wants to give without reservation and Clyde suddenly wants to be that one. Like a phantom, his feelings have expanded and his heart and mind tell him in a brilliant flash that he is falling in love with Stewart, he felt it growing steadily during the day but didn' t know what his feelings were telling him. He needed and wanted to be needed by Stewart. He did not want to be an Orphan any longer, he needed to be needed, wanted.
Slowly Stewart feels Clyde moving his hips up and his body lying over his. He feels the pressure of his jockey's being slowly slipped down and off. Reaching for Clyde he feels his thickly muscled back and shoulders and runs his fingers up and down his spine breathing deeply as Clyde takes the head of his cock in his mouth, his lips encircling the corona as he slides the foreskin down the length of his 7+" shaft. Warm stimulating shocks run through his shaft into his groin and spread throughout his body and he moans deeply.
"Oh Clyde, take it. Drain me, love me. I need you Clyde." Stu whimpers softly as he feels his cock being taken deeper.
As he is slowly sucking and washing the head of Stu' s cock he hears his pleading and drops his head just a little so he can twirl his tongue around the soft thick shaft and then withdraw as he uses his tongue to massage the soft sensitive corona. He places his hand on his pelvis and prevents Stu from
raising his hips to meet his sucking, he wants to enjoy and deliver the pleasure of sucking and washing Stu' s cock and allow his passion to reach fever pitch without dropping into a sexual overload. Clyde wants him to feel his cock being sucked, swelling and the ejaculation of his life fluids exploding and flowing into his throat as his own covers them both in a sea of life bonding cement, his juices. He works his tongue around and over the head of this living deity he worships and waits to fill him. Mov ing his fingers around the thick base in its thick bush of light brown almost golden hair he sucks gently as he feel Stu' s hips straining to drive his god deeper into his throat but he holds him down as he realizes his life giving offering is only seconds away and he feels his own cock straining, the juices rising to be released in a cataclysmic explosion.
Their passions are not to be denied as their bodies strain, muscles tightening. In an almost wrenching shattering gut wrenching explosion they feel the ir seed gushing forth in a seething molten river and the feelings wash over then in wave after wave of absolute complete abandonment of the physical universe. Clyde and Stewart rose to the pinnacle of total immersion within each other. The giving and tak ing of absolute and total pleasure. It is not the sex that flows through every nerve but the giving of one to the other, that physical bonding of senses. That love that only two men can give who are in total unison with each other.
Clyde and Stewart floa t in a euphoric state of physical pleasure together as they slowly return from that world that only lovers can enjoy. The melding of two bodies that seek and deliver the ultimate, a living decree of fidelity one to the other in the realm of physical love.
Slowly Stewart feels his body relaxing as he softly strokes Clyde' s hair and runs his hands over his hard muscled back feeling his cock being slowly released and slipping from the warm, soft cocoon where it had been worshiped. He had felt his life givin g force delivered and accepted as he looked down on the worshipper, feeling the force flowing through every nerve in his body. Pulling Clyde up over his sweating, cum covered stomach and chest, he kisses him softly.
"Clyde." Stu says. "No one has ever made me feel like you just did. I felt like you were carrying me up on soft wings and my body surged with a power I never felt before."
"I was with you all of the time Stu. Our link was your cock, that most beautiful muscle that gives and asks only to be loved. I loved sucking your cock and letting your energy flow into me. The power you felt was the infusion of yourself into me. It was a strong link Stu and I loved it."
"But Clyde," Stu says, "You didn't even suck my cock you just sucked on the head and played with my nuts. I wanted to drive it all in buy you stopped me. You pulled my foreskin back and sucked all over the head and only a little of the shaft."
"That is cock sucking Stu. All of the senses are at the base of the corona and when I slid the skin back it exposed those glans so my lips and tongue could arouse you and send the signals through your body and lift you to a full climax." Clyde says.
"If that is cock sucking, I have a lot to learn. You are going to have to help me with that monster you sport. I want to suck you as much. I could feel your cock surging and throbbing as you shot your load over me." Stu says.
"I think we can do that. Right now how about a shower and something to eat. I am starved, you were just an appetizer." Clyde says as he jumps out of bed.
Turning to watch Stewart slide over the bed, Clyde says "Stu. We have a lot to talk about and it involves both of us. I have had a few men but you are on a different level then they were. Someone could build a real future with you."
Swinging his legs over the edge of the bed and wiping himself partially clean with his jockey's Stu looks up at Clyde and asks him to sit next to him.
"You are right Clyde, we have a lot to discuss and it has been whirling around in my head eve r since I met you. I knew you were possibly going to inherit a ton of money, that is one reason for the snide remark my brother made. For that reason alone, I was a little afraid to start something with you but man alive, did I ever want you. Something cl icked and I knew there was something more then sex involved. I don' t want to rush into anything Clyde. I could fall for you money or not but lets get things straightened out first. I feel just a little guilty that you are here and not in a hotel. I tricked you into that and was afraid you were going to object." Stu says.
"I kind of figured that out Stu and if I hadn't wanted to be here, I would have said something. I wanted you just as bad I guess. You are right though, lets just let it build and see what happens. How about that shower now?" Clyde says.
Pulling Stewart up, Clyde starts for the bathroom door with him in tow.
"Clyde, the shower is not big enough for two of us, I don't think." Stu says.
"Good, lets find out together."
The shower is just large enough for the two of them but they are almost like a couple of kids, laughing and kissing as their bodies are almost touching as the water runs over them. Bathing each other is a trial and error game as they washed first one and then the other giggling as they washed some parts more vigorously then others. They managed to completely wash each other and then dry off.
Clyde sits on the commode and wipes Stewart off with a huge soft towel, marveling at the beauty of his sculpted body. His muscles are not huge but clearly defined with no blemishes. The thin line of brown hair leads down from his belly button to a thick luxuriant bush of almost golden pubic hair. His uncut cock hangs down over two large testicles resting in a soft smooth velvety po uch. He watches as Stewart' s chest rises and falls with his steady breathing and the slight stirring of his cock with each breath. Running his hands over the soft roundness of his butt cheeks, he pulls him tight against him and lays his head on his stomac h, holding him tight as he feels his head being stroked.
"Clyde." Stu whispers leaning over. "Lets get something to eat for now. Okay?"
"Oh, I'm sorry Stu. I don't know what came over me but you are beautiful and I love holding you tight." Clyde says.
"You don't make it easy on a guy do you?" Stu says as he walks back into the bedroom.
Following Stewart, Clyde starts to put on his clothes and realized that they were all he had. "Stu." Clyde says. "I have to get some clothes from my old apartment, this is all I have."
Stopping for a moment, Stu looks Clyde over before saying, "I think I might have something you can wear and then tomorrow we will run over to After Midnight and get you outfitted. We almost look to be the same size."
Stewart passes Clyde a pair of Calvin Kline jeans and a Tommy Hilfiger polo shirt. "These should fit babe." He says.
Clyde pulls the shirt over his head and then the jeans, perfect fit. "Hey, we must be the same size, these fit fine. How about some underwear Stu?
"I wouldn't say completely the same size Clyde. I don't wear underwear at night. You can if you want, there are some in the second drawer there." Stu says grinning.
"Damn Stu, can't you get your mind above the crotch?" Clyde says.
"Not when there is so damn much to think about. Ready to take Baltimore by storm?" Stu says.
"No, not quite yet. There is something else I would rather take by not really by storm." Clyde says.
"Lets hit the Central Station for a drink and dinner. No need to stay out late unless you want to..." Stu says walking out the door with Clyde following.
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