Date: Tue, 01 Jan 2002 22:29:06 -0500
From: Lee Mariner <mariner23502@hotmail.com>
Subject: An Orphan, Chapter #2

DISCLAIMER:
This is a gay fantasy involving homosexual acts between consenting males.
IF YOU ARE NOT OF LEGAL AGE TO BE READING THIS MATERIAL AND YOU DO NOT
APPROVE OF SUCH MATERIAL, PLEASE LEAVE AND GO NO FURTHER.

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.

Send comments to: mariner23502@hotmail.com