Date: Fri, 05 Apr 2002 12:01:54 -0500
From: Lee Mariner <mariner23502@hotmail.com>
Subject: An Orphan - Chapter #13

AN ORPHAN
By
Lee Mariner

April 2002

DISCLAIMER: This is a gay fantasy depicting
homosexual acts between young men. IF YOU ARE
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ENGAGING IN UNPROTECTED SEX CAN LEAD TO LIFE
THREATENING CONSEQUENCES AND SHOULD BE AVOIDED.

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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.

* * * * * *