An Orphan

An Orphan (c) By Lee Mariner

April 2003

DISCLAIMER: This is a fantasy depicting homosexual acts involving gay young men and boys. The story may contain material found to be offensive by some people; it is intended for adult readers, not minors. IF YOU ARE NOT OF LEGAL AGE TO BE READING THIS STORY OR YOU DO NOT APPROVE OF SUCH MATERIAL, PLEASE LEAVE. All events and places are fictional and there is no intended relationship between any of the characters living or deceased.

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

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

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• • • • • • • • Chapter #31

I was pretty deep in thought over what Mattie and I had talked about. The money or paying on something I really did not have to did not make that much difference since whatever he was, Mattie was not a welsher and I trusted him. He was in trouble and asked me for help. I knew pretty much how much he knew since his organization were usually well informed but they did not like losing money when it might have been as a result of a bungling under boss. Those thoughts didn't bother me as much as what I was going to tell Stu and Robert. I hadn't lied to Stu and I wasn't going to start now. Robert, I knew, was my layer and he would be bound by client confidentially and unable to repeat anything.

I half ass regretted getting involved with DD but what the hell, the kid needed help and we could help him if he wanted it. I remembered how it felt when my old man had kicked me out.

I was still deep in thought when we drove up to the Marriott and I heard Pete's gruff voice.

"You gonna get out or do you want I should take you back to the Pier? I ain't got all night, I got things to do." Pete said looking back at me from the front seat.

"Sorry Pete, I wasn't paying attention. Thanks for the lift." I said opening the door and sliding out of the car. He said "yeah, yeah" as he drove away.

Musing about the typical self-importance mentality that most underlings developed with others when they were not in the presence of their boss, I walked inside the elaborate hotel lobby.

Just as I reached the registration desk to find out what the room number was I heard my name being called by a voice I will never forget, Stu.

Turning away from the desk I saw him coming towards me jauntily, smiling his beautiful blue eyes shining. "God" I mused to myself, "how could I be so lucky." No matter what he wore or how he wore it, I knew what his not to tight fitting clothing concealed, a tight muscular body moving lithely, muscles rippling, chest expanding and relaxing as he breathed and moved with the easy grace of a cat on the balls of his feet. He must have realized what I was thinking and feeling, his smile broadened.

"Thinking like that gets you in trouble." He said low.

"Nothing I can't handle." I said grinning and just as quietly. "What are you doing down here instead of in our room?"

"Waiting for you. I knew you didn't have a magnetic room pass card and you know I don't like empty hotel rooms. Rob and Dev are having dinner in their room and talking. Speaking of that, why don't we have a drink in the lounge and we can talk without standing in the middle of the lobby."

"Lead the way." I said teasingly licking my lips and hearing him growl huskily, "down boy, later."

"Count on it." I responded, following him my eyes watching the smooth rhythm of his ass cheeks moving as he walked in front of me.

The Chesapeake Lounge was huge and a mass of walnut veneer, opaque glass, mirrors, dark green vinyl covered the seats of bar stools, booth benches and chairs at tables scattered around the room in front of and behind various columns. Carpeting that was the color of a blue crabs dead man innards, a mustard yellow marbled with white, covered the floors. Waitresses dressed in green short skirt uniforms and mustard colored aprons that matched the general décor moved lazily around the lounge taking and delivering drinks and/or food orders. The unmistakable stench of boiled crabs was everywhere.

The bartender, a flaxen haired young man in his twenties was the only thing attractive about the Chesapeake Lounge. His features were concealed in the shadows created by overly bright lights shining down from overhead and he was silhouetted against the opaque glass wall containing the etched image of entangled crabs. You could see even in shadow that he had wide muscular shoulders and biceps and he had the classic "V" shape of a better than average bodybuilder.

"Do you want a booth or a table Clyde?" Stu said turning towards me and then glancing in the direction he saw me looking and then whispered slyly. "Maybe you would rather sit at the bar."

"It would be better then trying to get one of these lazy ass waitresses. Besides, there is nothing wrong with a little eye candy is there?"

"I never said there was lover and I'm inclined to agree with you. Have you ever seen anything any worse? Damn I wonder what the management is like here?" He whispered as we weaved our way through the tables in the direction of the bar.

When we reached the bar, I turned looking back at the entrance before sitting down. The tables and chairs were scattered lackadaisically without any type of an attempt at geometric order that would make it easy for both patrons and employees to move around. I looked at Stu and he followed my gaze out over the room.

"I don't know what is wrong with the management Stu but it is not like the Marriott people to let something like this go on. Christ what a mess." I said as we both looked in the same direction taking in the organized scene of disorder when we heard from behind us in a soft mellow voice, "I agree with you gentlemen. May I help you?"

We turned looking into the clear hazel eyes of our silhouetted bartender. At a distance he was good looking but close he reeked gorgeous masculinity. He was tall, close to being 6'3" or so and weighing a heavily muscled 210 or 220 and a waist of about 30 or 32" if that. Between the width of his shoulders and his waist there had to be a difference of at least 14 or 16". His height added, not unattractively, to his size but he did not bulge with bulky muscle. Even clothed his powerful build revealed his body was smooth, powerful, undulating muscles that rippled and flowed as he wiped the top of the counter. He had neatly trimmed, thick wavy flaxen blond hair and blond eyebrows over flashing hazel eyes and a solid smooth square jaw. He wore a heady cologne, perhaps Aramis, and when he smiled his even white teeth gleamed and his face lit up, his unwavering and piercing eyes holding yours.

"May I help you gentlemen?" He said again softly glancing back and forth between Stu and I with the hint of a smile playing at the corners of his soft succulent lips the tip of his pink tongue barely visible but very teasing.

"Sorry." I said. "We were daydreaming for a minute there. How about a Sam Adams for me and my friend?"

"Yes sir two Sam Adams but if you don't mind sir, I'll have to check your ID please." He said looking at Stu with a grin.

I thought I would burst from attempting to suppress a laugh but Stu was beaming with his magnificent chest all puffed out. His hard nipples were clearly visible through the thin fabric of his white cotton pullover polo shirt. He looked at me with a sort of triumphal air as he handed his Maryland driver's license to the bartender and I wrinkled my nose at him.

"Almost 24, I wouldn't have guessed it. You look more 1ike 18 or 19 then 24. I didn't mean to embarrass you Mr. Ricksford, you understand. The law is pretty strict on age now." He said handing Stu his license."

"You didn't embarrass me but you don't look much older." Stu said returning the license to his wallet.

"Not much, 25. Two Sam Adams with frosted glasses coming up." He said looking at me quizzically, repeating the order and adding the frosted glasses.

I nodded my head and we both watched as he moved away. I could almost hear Stu thinking, "broad shoulders with smooth muscles and a small waist with a tight ass."

"Now who is going to get in trouble?" I asked chuckling.

"Just thinking the same thing you are Clyde besides, he probably is as straight as an arrow."

"Maybe but you never know, I didn't see a wedding band on his left ring finger but lots of guys don't wear a ring, especially if they are bi-sexual." I said singling Stu by glancing down the bar that he was coming with our beers.

He sat the frosted glasses on bar napkins and poured the beer. Sitting the almost empty bottles on the bar he glanced up. "My name is Kyle, just give me a high sign when you're ready for another." He said moving away and flipping his bar towel over his shoulder.

I picked up the frosted beer, thinking of Kyle Marx when the bartender said his name was Kyle. I looked at Stu over the rim of the glass. We both were wondering the same thing.

"If you were thinking Kyle Marx just now, that would be like winning the lottery or the equivalent of finding the needle in a haystack."

"It would be to much of a coincidence wouldn't it? But when are you going to tell me why you were waiting in the lobby instead of in our room? I know you Stu and me not have a pass card is not the reason is it?" I said, pouring the remainder of the beer from the bottle into my glass.

"Your right and I guess the only way is to blurt it right out. When we returned from lunch with Dad and you left with your two "friends" we decided to have a drink and wait for you in their rooms. While we were talking about various things, Robert brought up about getting a divorce from Marie and his returning to Lincoln. Devon said that shouldn't be a problem, he would ask you if it would be alright if he stayed here in Baltimore until the divorce was final and then he could help Robert move his things. I tended to agree with Devon but Robert got upset."

"Why should he get upset Stu? Devon doesn't need to be in Lincoln right now and Robert can handle any paper work we might need from here can't he?" I said giving Kyle a high sign for two more beers.

"He can or we can retain another attorney while Robert is getting his life straightened out. I can understand Devon's viewpoint but Robert is caught between a rock and a hard place but he is I can see he is trying to avoid hurting Dev." Stu said glancing over his shoulder at Kyle coming towards us with two more beers.

"Two more cold ones." He said filling the fresh frosted glasses. "I should have asked earlier if you are staying here and then you can charge direct too your room if you would like."

"Sure Kyle, run a tab." I said. "Were going to move too that booth at the end of the bar if you don't mind."

"No problem, I'll keep an eye out if you want another beer." He said starting to turn but I stopped him.

"Can we get a sandwich here in the bar Kyle, I'm starved? How about you Stu, you haven't eaten since lunch either."

"I can bring you the same menu as they have in the main dining room or we have a special short order menu for the lounges." He said.

"Bring the bar menu Kyle." Stu said looking me in the eyes. He had a devilish look and I could see wheels turning within wheels.

"You're up to something Stu when you get that look, what is it?"

Leaning a little closer his sparkling eyes unwavering he said softly. "Why are we staying here when we have a perfectly well stocked bar in our room? Lets order and have it sent up where we can be more comfortable."

When Kyle returned we ordered Club sandwiches and fruit compotes sent to our room. Stu gave our room pass card to Kyle and after punching in the items we had ordered he slid the card through a reader and returned with a receipt of what had been charged. We finished the two beers we had ordered earlier and I dropped a tip on the bar placing the bill under an empty bottle.

• • • • • • • • Stu and I had no sooner removed our clothes and put our robes on when the telephone rang.

"Mr. Hampton, this is the front desk." A soft female voice said.

"Yes."

"There is a young man here at the front and he is asking for your room."

"Okay." I said, "did he give a name?"

"He said his name is DD."

When I heard her say that, my jaw must have dropped and I hesitated before answering.

"DD, are you sure he said DD?" I asked my mind in a whirl.

"That's what he said Mr. Hampton. Shall I send him up?"

"Yes." I said quickly, "send him on up."

"Who was that on the phone Clyde. Devon or Robert?"

"Neither one." I said turning towards him. He had a quizzical look on his face from my answer.