An Orphan

An Orphan (c) By Lee Mariner

March 2003

DISCLAIMER: This is a gay fantasy intended for adult readers only. IF YOU ARE NOT OF LEGAL AGE TO BE READING THIS STORY OR YOU DO NOT APPROVE OF SUCH MATERIAL, PLEASE LEAVE. All characters are fictional and in no way related to any persons living or deceased.

DO NOT ENGAGE IN UNPROTECTED SEX, IT CAN LEAD TO A LIFE THREATENING CONSEQUENCE.

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Copyright: March 2003 - Author: Lee Mariner - All Rights are Reserved.

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Chapter #28

Devon held the elevator door open for a few seconds, watching, while Clyde and Stewart walked too the door of their rooms their arms around each other. Releasing the "hold" button he looked at Robert.

"I know they haven't been together that long Rob but you would almost think they had been with each other all of their lives."

"Some guys are meant for each other Dev and those two are." I said as we walked into the apartment.

"They sure are." Devon said locking the door and turning around, begin to unbutton his shirt. He saw me sitting on the couch watching him. "Something wrong?" He asked.

"No, not unless you call looking at you as wrong."

Devon stood looking down at me from about 10' away. Even in the dim light I could see his eyes shining and he started a slow strip tease gyrating his hips as he moved closer.

I had seen the swelling in his crotch before and the thought of his hardening cock slipping down the leg of his jeans made my mouth dry in anticipation. He moved closer his eyes sparkling and he pulled his shirt back over his shoulders teasingly stretching and twisting. The hard lean muscles on his chest gleamed in the light and rippled as he twisted at the waist. My cock was steel hard and I was having a hard time breathing. I could feel my beating like a hammer on an anvil as I watched Devon move closer, unsnapping the waistband of his jeans.

I couldn't, I didn't want to move as he slowly unzipped his fly and started pushing his jeans and jockey briefs down over his hips. I licked my lips watching dark pubic hair slowly being exposed and then the thick base of his cock and then he stopped, looking down at me grinning.

He fell towards me and I reached for him but he caught himself by putting his hands on the back of the couch on either side of my head and I let my arms drop on the couch. Leaning my head back I looked up at him hovering over me his eyes gleaming, the tip of his tongue sliding over his lips. "Finish taking them off for me Robby." He said huskily.

In an almost robotic state, I reached for his jeans and pulled them downward and watched, fascinated, as his thick uncut cock sprang free barely inches from my lips, quivering like a diving board and I heard him gasp slightly at the feeling of his hard cock being freed from the restriction of his clothes. He wiggled his legs causing his clothes to fall around his ankles and I reached up taking his buttocks in my hands. Opening my lips, I pulled him too me and slowly took his cock inside my mouth washing it with my tongue.

I tasted the bittersweet pre-seminal fluid oozing from the urethral opening and tightening my lips forced the foreskin back and I took as much of his cock as I could, feeling it throb with each beat of his heart.

I held Devon's cock tight while I quickly unzipped my slacks and lifting my hips pushed then down over my knees. My cock slapped against my stomach and I could feel the pre-seminal fluid escaping, covering the head and I squeezed my cock tight, groaning. I started a slow sucking movement on Devon's cock and moving my hand up and down my cock when he unexpectedly pulled his cock from my mouth.

"Lay down." He panted and I did as he said.

When I stretched out on the couch he lay next to me taking my cock in his mouth and pushing his at me. We both started sucking like babes feeding at his mother's teat. His cock was a hard throbbing rod sliding down the depths of my throat until his soft pubic pressed against my chin and I felt like I had sank my cock into a warm pulsing cocoon. Warm tantalizing feelings washed over me and I could almost feel his body vibrating with ecstasy.

Devon's mouth was like a suction pump drawing the seminal cream from my nuts and in the euphoric state I was in, I responded until we both went into sexual overdrive reaching the pinnacle of sexual ecstasy, muscles tightening and relaxing, sweat pouring over us. We both moaned softly and thick streams of sperm gushed from throbbing, hardening, swelling cocks into waiting pulsing throats and sucking mouths, filling them to overflowing. My cock jerked swelling and I could feel Devon's cock swelling and releasing his seed. His body and mine tightened and then slowly relaxed as bittersweet seaman was drained from within the softening hardness of our cocks and we both stripped the last remaining drops before releasing each other. I heard, no, I felt Devon sigh long and low as my cock slipped from his lips.

We lay quietly on the couch for a few minutes and then Devon raised his body and spun around stretching out again beside me pressing his pelvis to mine, his arms over my chest holding me close.

The afterglow of mutual sex was always a moment for relaxing and enjoying the contentment and feelings created by having enjoyed and also provided the enjoyment of giving and receiving pleasure. When I opened my eyes, Devon was gazing into mine with a look of absolute love. I could see it in their soft depths and I felt it in the movement of his hand stroking my naked back sending small electric vibrations though me. There was warmth, a security I had not felt in the arms of anyone since my mother had held me.

"Dev, you okay?" I whispered softly.

"Except for my legs being tangled in my jeans and jockeys, I've never felt as good as I do right now Robby."

"Me too, lets get a quick shower and get in bed."

We both disentangled ourselves from our twisted clothing and showered. While we were drying off, it was difficult for me to not stare at Devon. His body was smooth, lean and well proportioned. His muscles rippled as he moved, walking with an athletic grace on the balls of his feet. Dark silky brown hair covered his head and pelvis forming a perfect nest for his thick uncut cock that would thicken and grow too almost 8". He was 21, 5'10", 155lbs and one of the most beautiful young men I had ever seen besides Stewart.

Devon must have seen me looking at him in the mirror and he spun around.

"It does not make any difference Robby." He said looking at me with his sparkling eyes.

"Difference, what difference? I was just thinking how gorgeous you are, that's all."

"And thinking how much older you are than me. That does not make any difference to me at all. I've fell in love with you and not because we are any younger or older than each other."

"Devon, do you know what you just said?" I asked a weak feeling spreading over me, a feeling of excitement.

"Yeah, why? I meant it, every word."

"You just said you love me."

"Sooooo, you love me don't you?"

"Yeah but we have never said it before."

"I know." He said softly pulling my arms around his naked body and moving closer to me. "I love you and you love me so what are we going to do about it?"

"I think we both have known what we want to do about it." I said and we kissed softly.

The bed felt better then it had before. Devon snuggled close with his head in the cleft of my shoulder and breast; his arm over my chest and my arm was over his shoulder holding him close. The beat of his heart and his soft breathing were like a lullaby lulling me off to sleep.

The bright morning sunlight streamed through the Venetian blind slats across the bed where Clyde and Stewart slept holding each other, awakening them. They both groaned stretching and I leaned over kissing Stewart lightly.

"Good morning and if you will excuse me I must make a visit to the loo gorgeous."

"The what?" Stu exclaimed jumping out of bed behind me, his piss hard cock waving from side to side as his feet hit the carpeted floor.

"The bathroom, head, crapper the loo as they say in merry old England."

"Oh my, aren't we feeling spy this morning?" Stu said joining me and we both almost filled the commode to overflowing but fortunately the automatic flushing system prevented a yellowish flood. "I didn't know you were acquainted with English colloquialisms."

"I was in the Navy remember? I met several educated Limey sailors just chock full of information."

"I bet they were chock full of more than that." Stu said milking the last drops from his now soft cock.

"Oh my, are we a little jealous this morning?" I said adjusting the shower water. "I'm jealous of anyone that touches you." Stu said as he pushed us both under the steaming shower water, his lips covering mine.

"Keep that up and there is going to be trouble in River City." I said as we broke our kiss.

"What's the matter lover, can't handle it?" Stu said filling his sponge with herbal body gel.

"Don't tempt me Stu. Seriously though, if we are going to get our tickets changed so we can leave today we need to get moving." I said turning around.

"Wash my back please."

"We better call and make sure Rob and Devon are up as soon as we finish showering Clyde." Stu said scrubbing my back and lingering as he ran the soapy sponge between my legs.

Showering was always fun time for the both of us but this morning we did have a pretty full schedule what with finishing our packing and driving to the airport. We still had to turn the Explorer in and get breakfast as soon as we changed our tickets.

After we finished dressing, Stu packed the few things we still had out while I called Robert and Devon asking if they were ready.

"Just about finished Clyde, how about you guys?" Rob said cheerfully.

"Just about done, want to meet us in the lobby and we can get on our way?"

"Sure thing. Do you think we could stop at the 7-11 and get some coffee?"

"I don't see why not, see you down below." I said hanging the phone up.

When we got to the lobby, I was looking around for the security guard when Scott stepped out of the office.

"Good morning." He said

"Scott, what are you doing here today?" Stu asked surprised.

"I thought I would come in and see if there were any last minute changes you might want to tell me about before you leave." He said.

None of us had seen Scott dressed in anything but a business suit and seeing him in jeans and a pullover was a pleasant shock. His normal dress fit him like it was tailored but the thin pullover fit like his skin, tight and revealing broad shoulders, well defined chest muscles and a flat ripped stomach. His jeans were tight around his narrow waist and there was a definite bulge on the left side of his fly. He stood casually, confidently, a light smile on his face his eyes following ours.

"The only thing I can think of Scott is purchasing the two vehicles before we get back." I said gazing back at him.

"I'll be sure and have that done Clyde. Nicky and I should be able to handle that."

"I'm sure glad you managed to get Nicky back Scott, he's a great kid. If he needs any help with his mother, be sure he gets it." I said glancing at the others. "You guys ready?"

"We loaded the luggage while you were talking with Scott. Someone cleaned the Explorer Scott."

"Yeah Nicky said you didn't like a dirty vehicle so he cleaned it earlier this morning. If you have a minute, he should be back with the coffee I sent him for."

"I thought you said he didn't start until Monday." Stu said.

"He came in this morning and when he saw the Explorer he started washing it." Scott said as he moved to the front doors.

Pushing one open Nicky came in carrying two large cup carriers with seven large coffees and a container with creamers and sugar. Sitting them on the front desk he turned looking at us his brilliant blue eyes sparkling.

"Mr. Anderson thought you might want coffee since the kitchens are shut down." He said smiling at Stu and I.

"Coffee, Nicky I could kiss you." Robert said.

Nicky blushed and lowered his eyes and head.

Moving a little closer to where Stu and I stood he whispered softly. "Mr. Hampton, Mr. Ricksford I really want to thank you for letting me have this job. I won't let you down."

"We never thought you would Nicky." I said gripping his hard bicep.

"You just take care of your mother Nicky, that's what is important." Stu said.

"I will Mr. Ricksford, thanks. I'll check and make sure your luggage is stowed right. You have a safe trip and come back soon." He said moving away flashing us a brilliant smile.

Nicky was dressed in a gray sweatshirt and jeans but you could see the muscular definition of his body and the thick bulge in his crotch. His golden blond hair and indigo blue eyes gave him an All American Boy look and when he smiled, his brilliant white teeth flashed and his eyes lit up.

"Clyde, have you noticed how much Nicky looks like Cody and Adam? He is a younger version of both of them." Stu whispered.

"He is 18 Stu, not much younger then them. You're right but I think he favors Adam a little more then Cody. That sweatshirt doesn't hide much and he looks just about the same size as Adam."

"He will break a lot of hearts when he reached his full potential." I thought gazing after him as he walked away.

Nicky closed the rear doors of the Explorer and waved as we pulled out. Looking in the rear view mirror, he and Scott stood next to each other waving and I leaned over whispering to Stu.

"You don't think Nicky and Scott are. . . . .? Do you Stu?"

Stu looked at me grinning, "I was thinking the same thing but why not? Nicky is a hell of a good-looking boy and Scott is built like a brick outhouse. Did you see the package he was displaying?

"We all did little brother." Robert said, leaning forward. "Devon was telling me he his is bi-sexual."

"Have you been in bed with him Dev?" Stu said spinning around in his seat.

"No I haven't but I know guys that have. He hangs around the clubs and I've seen him a couple of times. He likes young blonds and he is a size queen."

"Interesting and nothing wrong with it as long is it does not interfere with the hotel and his job." I said glancing in the mirror looking back at Dev and Robert as we turned on the boulevard leading to the airport terminal.

• • • • • • • • It only took a few minutes and we had the Explorer turned in too the rental agency. I looked around hoping to see Cody but he was nowhere in sight.

"I thought Cody might be working this morning Stu."

"No Clyde, not on the weekends. Remember what he and Adam said about weekends? That's their time together since they both work and go to school during the week."

"I'd forgotten about that. Come on, let's get the tickets changed and get something to eat, I'm starved."

After changing our tickets and paying a hefty fee for doing it, we checked our luggage through. The flight didn't leave for another 90 minutes so that gave us time for breakfast in the air terminal restaurant.

Lincoln's terminal was not overly large but it was well equipped. The restaurant we went into was large and airy with wide windows that gave a sweeping vista of the runways and the arriving and departing planes. Like most terminals, it was busy but the noise was subdued to not much more than a murmur.

One of the restaurant hostesses guided us to a table one removed from the windows. A young bus boy approached with water and filled our glasses followed by a waitress who took our orders.

I was watching the young boy who had filled our glasses making his rounds when Robert leaned over and said softly, "he's kind of young Clyde."

"Yeah, real jailbait." Stu chimed in.

"It's never difficult to tell where your minds are. I was wondering if he had a pre-selected number of tables that he serviced but you are right, he is young."

"Today's trade, tomorrows competition." Devon offered. "You right about one thing Clyde. Most restaurants this size has pre-determined service areas. They can overlap if it is really busy though. I like the black and burgundy uniform combinations, don't you?"

"I haven't thought about it but your right Dev, they look good. Might be something we could use in the new restaurant."

We were almost finished eating our breakfast when we heard over the terminal public address system, "Mr. Clyde Hampton, Mr. Robert Ricksford, please contact the American Airlines ticket desk."

We looked at each other quizzically. "I wonder what that is all about? The tickets were changed weren't they?" Robert said.

"They were but why just specify two of us." I said looking around. Getting the attention of a bus boy, I asked him where an inner terminal telephone was.

"There is one at the cashier's station as you leave the restaurant sir."

"Thanks." I said getting up. "I'll call and see what they want."

The telephone was where the young boy had said it would be, hanging on the wall. I picked up the receiver and told the operator what airline I wanted and after a few rings I heard the usual "American Airlines, how can I help you?"

"Clyde Hampton here, you paged me?"

"Oh yes Mr. Hampton, one minute please."

Being put on hold always irritated me but after being paged it irritated me even more until I heard Chris Hardison, NBI Agent. "Mr. Hampton, Chris Hardison. I'm sorry for interrupting but I need to talk with you and Mr. Ricksford for a few minutes if I may."

"About what Hardison? We are leaving this morning." I said still irritated.

"I know, Mr. Anderson at the hotel told me when I called. I'd really rather speak with you personally then over the phone if you don't mind."

I had no idea what he wanted and even though it was an irritating intrusion there was no need to have an agent of the Nebraska Bureau of Investigations pissed off. "We are having breakfast in the SkyFlex Restaurant, we can talk there."

"I'll be right there." He said and the line went dead.

I still had no idea what he could want I was thinking as I went back to our table. The others were looking at me quizzically as I sat down. "What's up Clyde?" They asked almost in unison.

"Do you remember Chris Hardison?" I said. "He wants to talk with us before we leave. Scott told him where we were and he tracked us down. I'll have to talk with him when we get back about telling anyone where we are."

"Usually I would agree with you about that Clyde but not where a law enforcement agent is concerned. At least not until you find out what they want." Robert said in his lawyer tone.

"You might be right Rob, I just don't like people following me around." I said seeing Hardison walking through the doors. "Here he comes, Rob you do the talking."

"Okay but if he asks anyone a direct question, don't be evasive. Lets find out what he wants without being defensive."

I still was not comfortable with being tracked down by Hardison even though I didn't have anything to be worried about. I guess it comes from having been a dockworker and seeing some of the methods used by federal and local police. Hardison was a nice enough looking guy but he was still a cop no matter how fancy you made it sound calling him an agent. My buddy Mattie in Baltimore had an uncanny knack for smelling out an undercover agent and when he did, it was never long before the suspected agent would be transferred to another dock or eventually terminated altogether. We all learned to never ask questions, keep what we thought too ourselves and be cautious when someone new started asking questions.

"Gentleman, good morning. I'm sorry for interrupting your breakfast." Hardison said smoothly pulling a chair from a neighboring table.

"Hello Agent Hardison, would you care for a cup of coffee?" Robert asked while the rest of us waited.

"Don't mind if I do, black." He said giving his order to the waitress who had walked over when she saw him joining us.

"Mr. Anderson told me you were heading back too Baltimore. I wish you had called me before you decided to leave." Hardison said looking around the table and across at Devon. "I don't think we met Mr.. . . . . " He said extending his hand.

"Devon Walker and no, we haven't met." Devon said as they shook hands.

"Devon is employed at the hotel Agent Hardison." Robert said quickly. "I didn't know we were required to let you know if we were going to be traveling. What's the problem?"

"Sorry for sounding so official, hard habit to break." Hardison said sipping his coffee. "Have you seen Brian Dickson lately?"

Robert glanced at me for an instant before he answered. "We haven't seen him since you served him with the subpoenas to appear before the grand jury."

"He hasn't called or spoken with anyone since that day?" He said but before Robert could answer he looked at me.

"Mr. Hampton, didn't you tell me that Mr. Marx was going back too Jersey City when he left the farm?"

"No, Hardison, I told you he had mentioned heading back east but not too Jersey City. But you were asking about Dickson, what does Marx have to do with asking about him." I said quietly remembering the comment Martineze had made about Marx going to Jersey City and getting square with someone.

"Weren't you a longshoreman before you came to Lincoln Mr. Hampton?" Hardison asked evading my question about Dickson.

"I was but you haven't answered my question. What does my having been a longshoreman have to do with Marx and Dickson?"

"Oh nothing. I think Marx was a longshoreman once. Maybe he returned too his old haunts on the docks in Jersey City but he could be almost anywhere on the east coast since the ILA covers just about all of the major ports. Those ILA men are a pretty close knit union aren't they?" Hardison said finishing his coffee and looking around for a waitress.

"If you want another cup Hardison, we have a thermos on the table." Stu said indicting the coffee thermos.

"I didn't see it, thanks." He said smiling at Stu.

Everyone was quiet while he poured his coffee and stirred in sugar and cream. I was still wondering why he was fishing instead of coming out with direct questions and just as I started to ask him, Rob spoke up."

"The questions you are asking Hardison are not casual but investigative. Before we say anything else why don't you tell us why you came all the way out to the terminal instead of calling us into your office?" Rob said coolly.

"Touché counselor. Your right, my questions are not casual and I need your help. No one has seen or heard from Dickson since he was served. His wife called the local police and filed a missing persons report but there was nothing we could tell her and she hasn't heard from Dickson since left for your hearing in front of Judge Doumar. His partner in his law office knows next to nothing and being the old snoop that I am I thought you might be able to help us out since you gentleman seem to be the last people to have seen him."

"What has that got to do with asking questions about Marx?" I asked glancing at Robert.

"Marx and Dickson were involved in the porno operation on your farm Mr. Hampton but you know that already. Marx is supposed to have gone back east and from what we have been told, he was a member of the ILA and worked the docks from New York City south too Miami but he spent most of his time working on the Jersey City and Baltimore docks. Marx does not have a very savory reputation in the east and we have been wondering about his connection with Dickson. You have got to realize they aren't the type that would normally socialize together. I thought maybe he, Marx, might have mentioned something while you were with him the other day and since you were or are an ILA member you might have known Marx from working on the docks in Baltimore." Hardison said quietly but his eyes were moving around the table.

"It's exactly as I told you in West Point Hardison, no different." I said calmly locking his eyes with mine. "If you know as much about Mark as you seem to think and Dickson has disappeared I should think you would be checking airlines, buses, trains and law enforcement agencies on the east coast or his other haunts."

"We have been doing that Hampton, that's part of my job. I just thought you might be able to help me out."

I started to speak when Robert put his hand on my forearm speaking. "If we did know anything, we would have Hardison. Right now, this interview is over, we have a plane to catch unless you have a warrant or a subpoena."

"Nothing like that counselor but if you think of anything, you will give us a call won't you?" Hardison said finishing his coffee and pushing his chair back from the table.

"If we do, you will be the first one we call." Robert said, his tone even and unemotional.

"That's all I can ask. Have a safe trip." Hardison said laying a business card on the table and walking away.

Everyone was quiet while we watched Hardison leave. My mind was racing trying to connect what Martineze had said about Marx and the disappearance of Dickson. One thing stuck in my head, mob money. Everyone knew that the ILA had mob connections. Maybe Marx was working for the mob and somehow Dickson had gotten involved.

The public address system blared and Stu leaned over nudging me in the ribs. "That's our flight Clyde."

Maybe a call to Mattie when we got back would shed some light and answer a few questions. I was thinking as we walked through the terminal.

TBC