AN ORPHAN By Lee Mariner
January 2003
DISCLAIMER: This is a fictional story intended for adult readers only. It depicts homosexual acts between young men and boys. All characters are fictional and in no way related to any person or persons living or deceased. Any perceived similarity is purely coincidental and not intended. IF YOU ARE NOT OF LEGAL AGE TO BE READING THIS STORY OR YOU DO NOT APPROVE OF SUCH MATERIAL, PLEASE LEAVE.
DO NOT ENGAGE IN UNPROTECTED SEX, IT CAN LEAD TO A LIFE THREATING CONSEQUENCE.
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Chapter #26
It had been a pretty busy day for everyone, courtrooms, state investigating agents, inspections and impounding of materials from the "farm" and we were all tired.
Stu slid across the seat of the SUV and laying his head in my lap, he fell asleep almost instantly and I laid my arm over his waist, sliding my hand between his arm and chest. I could feel slow even beat of his heart and the rhythmic rise and fall of his chest as he breathed. Absentmindedly running the fingers of my other hand through his soft hair, I thought back over the events of the last few days.
"It's strange how life can change so quickly," I thought. Going from the docks of Baltimore, a poor working orphan with no one, too a multi-millionaire but no longer an orphan in a few short weeks. Stu changed all of that when he walked on board the freighter I was working on.
"He is something isn't he Clyde?" Robert said, looking back over the front seat, breaking into my thoughts. "Something, Rob? He is more than that. It's hard to put into words just how much he means to me. I only hope he loves me as much as he loves you." I said softly.
"He's my brother Clyde and I love him but he adores you and I've got to earn his love back because of the way I treated him. There's a lot of making up to do and a lot of changes to make. Being gay and married is a lot like trying to balance a fork on your nose, it makes your eyes cross. It took you and Devon to un-cross mine and see the lie I've been living."
"I don't think you will have to work that hard Robbie." Devon said glancing at Robert. "It's still there and the rest of it we will do together."
Stu moaned softly, turning his body, his face pressed against my pelvis. I felt the gentle vibration of his moaning and the warmth of his breath through the denim of my jeans sent a thrill through me. I inhaled deeply as he snuggled closer and waited while he relaxed again, slowly exhaling before answering Devon.
"Dev's right Rob, you won't have to work for it, it's always been there deep inside both of you. I only wish I had a brother that loved me as much." I said softly
"You do now." He said turning back to the front.
The remainder of drive back to the hotel was quiet. Stu slept quietly in my lap and every now and then Rob would lean over and whisper something into Devon's ear and Devon would take his eyes off the highway long enough for a quick kiss.
The hotel was dark when we pulled up in front and I looked at Robert. The two large entry doors had been papered over but there was a small peephole cut where you could see inside. There was the glow of an inside light shining through the opening.
Stu woke up, when I gently shook his shoulder, a little grumpy at first until he looked around like a dazed little puppy until he realized where we were.
"Jeez." He said trying to suppress a yawn. "I didn't mean to fall asleep."
"Clyde's lap does make a pretty good pillow doesn't it bro, warm and soft." Robert said chuckling softly.
"Well, I don't know about you guys but I need something to lay my head on and it's not a lap. Are we going inside or sit out here?" Devon said opening his door.
When we reached the door I looked through the peephole. There was a very large black man sitting behind the front desk reading a newspaper. When I knocked on the door he looked up but it didn't look like he was going to answer my knock and I knocked harder. At first it didn't look like he was going to get up and then he pushed his chair back.
When he got to the door, he waved his hands back and forth in front of the peephole. "Sorry the hotel is closed. Didn't you see the sign out front?" He called out.
I knocked again, louder. "Open the door." I said a little irritated.
When he cracked the door, he looked at me. "I'm sorry mister, the place is closed for business. The manager will be in tomorrow if you wanna see him, I'm just the watchman."
"And I'm the owner." I said, pulling on the door opening it.
"You Mr. Hampton?" The watchman said standing back but not unblocking the door completely. He was big enough to be a door himself and he wasn't fat. He had a wary look in his eyes, watching as we walked through the door.
"I am and who are you?" I said measuring him up.
"Clarence. Mr. Anderson told me you would be here and you look like what he said you would, he left this for you." He said taking an envelope from his shirt pocket and handing it to me.
The envelope contained a note explaining about the hiring of Clarence for the night and he would talk with me about it in the morning and he would be in at 7AM.
""I didn't know he had hired you Clarence. What are you supposed to do besides watching the front door?"
"Just keep an eye on the main floor mostly and check the other floors every now and then. He told me you 'all were staying upstairs. Said I was to stay until he got here in the morning. He didn't say what time though."
"He'll he in at 7 o'clock Clarence. There shouldn't be anyone else coming in until then. If you have any problems, call me in my room. Good night."
"Yes sir." He said, locking the door.
In the elevator I asked Rob and Devon if they wanted a drink before going on to their rooms.
"Not tonight Clyde, it's been a long day. Do you Dev?"
"No thanks, I'm bushed. The bed is calling me." He answered.
"Okay, try and get some rest, Scott will probably call us as soon as he gets in." I said following Stu out the sliding doors at our floor.
Stu followed behind me after I opened the door of our suite, disappearing into the darkness. Just as I reached for the light switch by the door, the light in our room turned on and Stu stood silhouetted in the doorway, his hand on the switch.
"Let's take a hot shower." He said softly, his voice almost a whisper.
"I can use one." I said walking towards the bedroom, unbuttoning my shirt, forgetting about needing a drink.
Watching Stu undress or undressing him was always exciting. I wondered if he did it intentionally but it was always like watching a male stripper. Piece by piece, slowly, his magnificently muscled body would be exposed tantalizingly and sometimes he would inhale expanding his chest and flex his thick chest muscles, smiling, teasing.
I matched him shirt for shirt, jean for jean after kicking our loafers off until we stood looking at each other wearing only our white briefs, hard thick cocks waiting to be released. When I hooked my thumbs over the waistband waiting for him, he locked his shining blue eyes with mine and moved closer to me.
"Let me do that." He said replacing my thumbs with his fingers, pushing downward depressing my hard cock until it sprang free.
Sliding his hands up over my ribs and under my arms, he spread his fingers over my back pulling me to him, pressing his hard cock against mine. Our lips met and we kissed softly moaning at the pleasure of being alone and in each other's arms.
Stu felt warm and velvety soft leaning against me. His heart was beating rapidly, his breathing was ragged and I could feel the passion building in both of us.
'I thought you wanted to take a shower?" I whispered in his ear.
"After we make love." He said softly. Throwing the covers back on the bed and removing his briefs he rolled into the middle.
He lay there with a seductive smile on his face, hard muscles rippling as he stretched like a tawny cat, offering himself, his golden body gleaming in the lamplight.
Kneeling on the bed beside him, I ran my fingers over the soft velvety smoothness of his body and I remembered the first time we had made love. It seemed so long ago and the words of an unknown author crept into my mind, "Why is it when you love someone so much that you can never find the right words to tell them?" The feelings that spread through me were the essence of those words. Ours was a forbidden love yet it was there, I could feel it flowing through my veins, a part of my being, an indescribable emotion I had never felt before.
Slowly I lowered myself until I was sitting beside him, my hand resting on his flat stomach, He put his over mine, his eyes glowing softly and looking deep into their dark blue depths I saw a passion and a love I had never seen before. A hint had always been there but this time it blazed and I felt it consuming me. "Do you know how much I love you Stewart?" I whispered softly locking his eyes with mine.
"No more then I do you. I loved you the first moment I saw you." He said pulling me down too him whispering in my ear, "Take me Clyde."
Making love too Stewart that evening was the first day of the last days of our lives together, it was a joining of two souls, a melding of minds.
He had asked me to take him but it was as if we were taking each other, a mystical immersion in an ecstatically euphoric river of mutual need and desire. The loneliness, the longing to be wanted, drained away as we kissed.
His lips were soft and moist, his tongue a velvety javelin sparring with mine. The taste of our saliva mixing was as sweet as an aphrodisiac, his fingers as soft as the fluttering of bird's feathers as he stroked my back from the nape of my neck too the crack of my buttocks.
Stretching out beside him I moved my body over his and he slipped one leg under mine pulling me between his legs. The hardness of his cock and mine felt like two hot spears lying beside each other and I could feel the pre-seminal fluid, the bodies lubricant flowing. Stu pulled his legs up, he feet resting on the bed.
Pushing myself up from his chest, I knelt between his muscular thighs and reached for the lubricant on the nightstand but he shook his head. He lifted his legs up to my shoulders, his hard stomach muscles tightening with the effort. Putting my arms under his legs I lifted his legs and leaned forward sliding my knees closer too his ass.
Using his pre-seminal fluid and mine I lubricated my cock and placed it at the entrance to his rectum. Watching his face and eyes for a reaction I pressed inward feeling the head slip inside and the snap of his sphincter muscle. Stu's eyes closed, his head jerking sideways and he bit his lower lip. I waited for him to relax before letting the weight of my body push my cock deeper. It felt as if I was pushing into the hot interior of a boiling volcano, the heat spreading over me. When I felt my pubic hair resting against his perineum I looked at his face. He was smiling and he ran his hands up my arms over my shoulders and down my chest, his eyes blazing.
No words were spoken as we joined and our bodies responded. With each thrust he lifted his hips, chest muscles expanding the veins in his neck bulging. Each time I brushed his prostate he moaned from deep inside and a gush of thickening pre-seminal fluid would flow from his throbbing cock. We raced to the finish line like two stallions, his back arching, his muscles tightening. My hips were driving with piston force, a battering ram, my shrinking balls slamming against his ass with each thrust.
Stu groaned, "yessssss Clyde, yessssss, his cock swelling gushing thick streams of sperm over his chest and stomach. I went over the edge and with a final thrust, my cock swelled emptying my sperm deep in his bowels. With each spasm we both gasped sucking air. Bolts of fire shot through me and I knew he was feeling the same and I collapsed feeling his legs fall away from my shoulders.
We lay quietly, our hearts beating wildly, chests heaving for air. A warm soft afterglow covered us and he held me tight. My cock slowly softened and his tight sphincter stripped the remaining sperm from its withering length as it slipped from his body.
Kissing my cheek, he whispered in my ear, "time for that shower lover."
We showered, playing as had become our wont to do before returning to the bed. Stu snuggled close as I pulled the sheet over us, we both knew that our relationship had changed. He laid his head on my chest, his arm over my chest, breathing softly and I put my arm over him.
"Will it last forever Clyde?"
"Only God will separate us Stu, only God." I answered, tightening my arm and kissing the top of his head. We drifted off into sleep embracing each other.