Date: Tue, 21 Jan 2003 15:45:35 -0500
From: Lee Mariner <mariner23502@hotmail.com>
Subject: An Orphan - Chapter #26

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

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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.

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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.

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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."

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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.

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