AN ORPHAN
DISCLAIMER: This is a fictional work containing scenes that depict homosexual acts between consenting males. As it is fictional, ages are of no consequence but that does not mean the author condones sex between adult males and young boys. IF YOU ARE NOT OF LEGAL AGE TO BE READING THIS MATERIAL OR YOU DO NOT APPROVE OF SUCH MATERIAL, I SUGGEST YOU LEAVE NOW.
Names, locations are fictional and no location named is to be construed as being indicative of that locations lifestyle. Any similarities are purely coincidental.
IT BEGINS:-
It is one of those days in August that we all would like to be in the ocean sitting on an iceberg. The heat and humidity in Baltimore is unbearable for those of us that cannot afford the luxury of air-conditioned apartments. I am among the masses that live in affordable housing. Ever hear that term before? It means cheap, rundown apartments that some absentee landlord living in the Trump Towers owns and bleeds with little concern for their condition.
My name is Clyde Hampton. I am a member of the ILA and work the docks in Baltimore. Good money when the team boss let's you work. They like to keep you hungry so you keep coming back. But if you want to kick a little back, you can keep a steady job but that goes against my grain. My mid-west upbringing I guess. My dad always said if you worked and did a good job you had nothing to worry about. He lived in another time zone and died broke.
August is usually a pretty good month for long shore workers and the docks were full. I still lived in the same stinking apartment but I was eating and could afford a few beers with the gang. I had done a stint in the Navy and that is probably why I was still on the East Coast and not back in Nebraska outside of Lincoln. Another reason might have been that my lover lived in Baltimore. Yeah, I am gay and fell for a hunky stud that I thought was the living end of the world when he turned out to be a working hustler. Funny what loving someone will do, total blindness except in the crotch and his was packed full and firm. But that is not what t his story is about. I woke up one day and realized he was suckering me and we split. I stayed here in Baltimore, he went to the Big Apple.
On the last Monday of the month, I was working in the hold of a Panamanian freighter on the slings when a straw boss hollered down for me to take a break and come up topside. I shrugged at Cliff the guy I was working with and headed up the ladder. Climbing out of the hold, Mattie the straw boss jerked his head at some guy in a business suit standing off to the side.
"He says he has to see you. Don't be long, we gotta finish this job before 5 today."
"Okay Mattie, I'll see what he wants and get back down below." I said. Everyone knows who Mattie worked for and it was not the ILA.
I walked over to where this guy was standing and he extends his hand towards me. "Mr. Clyde Hampton? I am Stewart Ricksford of the law firm of Ricksford, Ricksford and Luskins here in Baltimore. Is there some place we can talk privately?"
I shook the guys hand, running my eyes over his suited frame. Not bad I thought. Light brown hair and blue eyes, square jaw, 6' or so about 165lbs probably my age. I noticed his eyes did not waiver from my gaze as we shook hands.
"Is it important? I can't be off the job to long or my ticket will get punched and I'll be out of work until the next ship hits the docks." I said.
The guy steps a little closer to me and I can smell the clean English Leather Cologne and Irish Spring Soap as if he had just showered and shaved. His light gray suit was cut and fit perfectly, no wrinkles or sweat stains. I couldn't help but wonder what he would be like in the sack. Raising his voice just a little above the noise, he say's. ...
"I don't think you will need to worry about that after I tell you why I am here Mr. Hampton. Can we go some place quiet, please."
I see Mattie watching us and I shrug and holler out, "I'll be back in 30 min. Mattie. Let me take my lunch break now and see what this is all about. Okay?"
Mattie just jerks his head to the side of the ship and scowls. I could be in big trouble that might cost me a few bucks I couldn't afford. I lead this guy down the gangway and we walk up to the end of the pier out of the noise range. He walks over to a bollard and lays his briefcase on top so he can pull out a folder.
Turning to me, "Do you have some type of identification Mr. Hampton. Something with your picture that can be verified?" He asks.
"Yeah." I answer. "What's this all about? I got my Nebraska driving license, it has a couple of years to go before it expires, my ILA membership card. What else do you need if that ain't enough?
This Ricksford guy reaches for my ID's but before I hand them to him, I ask again. "What's this all about? Why do you need to know who I am?"
I see this guy take a deep breath before answering, " Mr. Hampton, you were born in New Market, Nebraska, right. Your mother's name was Naomi and your father Raymond, also correct. You are an only child and your birth date is 14 December 1974. Now will you let me see your identification please."
Looking at this guy with my jaw hanging open, I ask him, "How in the hell do you know all of that? My parents have been dead for almost 4 years and I haven't been in New Market since I joined the Navy. No reason to go back there unless you want to work some ranch or dirt farm."
Ricksford looks over the identification Clyde gave him and as he handed them back, he say's "These seem to be in order but they will be verified by our office. Bear with me for a moment or two longer. Do you recall an uncle whose name was Samuel?"
"Yeah, but I never really knew him. He was my old man's uncle on his dad's side. He was my great uncle, my grandfathers brother I think. He worked on a cattle ranch or something like that."
"Mr. Hampton, so far everything checks out. The man was truly your Great Uncle Samuel and he did not work on a cattle ranch, he owned one of about 15,000 acres give or take an acre or two. Right now it looks like you are the owner of that ranch. Your Great Uncle died about 6 months ago unmarried without issue and it seems you are his direct living heir. Congratulations."
"Man you must be kidding me. Old Uncle Sam never paid any attention to any of us, why would he leave me his ranch if it is his?" Clyde says.
"Mr. Hampton, it was his and he did leave it to you. Not directly, but in accordance with the way his will is written, you are the last surviving male heir in his direct line. He directed that his holdings be transferred to the last surviving male in his family. That is you. There are a few things we have to do at the office so if you don't mind, we can take care of them and get the legal process started."
"Okay Stu. That's okay if I call you Stu isn't it? Wait here a second and I'll be right back. We gotta go to my place so I can shower and change clothes though. I can't go with you looking like this, be right back."
Running up the gangway, Clyde tells Mattie he needs the rest of the day off. Something important has come up he has to take care of and he would be back in the morning.
Walking back to where Ricksford is waiting, they use his car to drive the short distance to his apartment. He can't help but notice the way Ricksford is looking around the neighborhood as they park in front of his rather drab building.
"Not really your kind of neighborhood is it Stu? Best I can afford on long shore pay. Come on up, won't take long." Clyde says.
Reaching the 2nd floor, Clyde unlocks the padlock on a door numbered #22. Inside is a large room with a bed & chest of drawers at one end. At the other is a table with 2 chairs, small TV and a barely adequate kitchen. Off the room is a small bath consisting of shower, sink and commode.
"Grab one of the two chairs Stu while I get showered. Beer in the box if you want one." Clyde says as he starts pulling off his shirt.
Placing his briefcase on the table, Stu watches Clyde before saying, "how long have you lived here Mr. Hampton."
"Stu, knockoff the Mr., just call me Clyde. You'll get me a lot faster that way."
"Okay Clyde. How long then?"
"Oh, I've been here about a year working off the docks. Close and easy to walk." Clyde says.
"Weren't you living over in the Sparrows Point Section of the city working at Bethlehem Steel after you left the Navy?" Stu asks.
"You've been checking up on me or something?"
"Our investigators were trying to find you and your address given to the Navy was the lead that took them in that area and then someone over there told us you might be working on the docks for the ILA. It was easy after we checked with them." Stu says.
Clyde had been removing his clothes as they were talking and stripping his jeans away he turns facing Stu, completely naked and notices where his eyes are concentrated. His cock swings free and swells slightly as he moves to the bath, Stu's eyes following him as he moves. Glancing down at his crotch as he passes he notices a bulge. "Be out in a second Stu, don't go away."
Stewart swallows and exhales slowly. It has been a long time since he saw someone as built as Clyde was. Nice muscles, lean but not bulging. Smooth chest with defined pectorals and a tight six-pack stomach and a thick dark brown pubic bush with a long cut cock in the middle hanging down over very full balls. Well muscled thighs and calves with a light covering of hair. His cock had swollen so hard it ached in the confines of his shorts and he adjusted it more comfortably as Clyde walked back into the room drying off.
Clyde stood in front of Stu drying his hair and his half hard cock swung back and forth in a slow tantalizing motion like the pendulum on a clock. He was watching Stu through the folds of his towel and could see him lick his lips. Moving slightly closer as if by accident, he watched as his cock started growing, reaching out. Stu's cock had stretched down his leg and his hands were sweating as he watched Clyde's cock grow, stretching out becoming thicker and thicker.
As if in a dream, Stu hears "take it Stu" as he reaches out and feels the throbbing warmth, smooth and oozing a drop of pre-cum. Leaning forward, he opens his mouth and licks the drop of cream from the head before it falls and then slowly goes down in a smooth motion as his tongue washes the under side of Clyde's huge cock. Feeling it touching the back of his mouth he withdraws and looking up at Clyde, he says.
"I can't take all of that, you are to big."
"Just suck on it Stu, let me control it for you." Clyde says moving closer until his groin if only inches away. Placing his hands on Stu's head, he slowly starts moving his cock in and out of his mouth feeling it touch the back with each thrust. Not wanting to force him, he lets him suck on about half of his 9" cock. Clyde hadn't had sex in a long time and needed to get off so he slowly fucked Stu's mouth feeling the warmth flowing down into his nuts and over his body. Crouching lower he works his cock in and out in an increasing tempo feeling his nuts starting to draw up and the swelling that foretells the climax he needs. Pulling him tighter he groans loudly, "its going to go Stu, take it if you want it" and he feels Stu tighten his lips and grab his balls as he sucks the gushing volcanic stream of cream that surges in volume after volume down his throat.
"Oh my God Stu, you are fantastic. Drain me babe, drink it all." Clyde cries as his cock surges filling Stu and he holds his head tight against his slowly softening rod.
The both are breathing heavily and looking down he sees Stu has climaxed on the floor between his legs. He also notices a very respectable cock hanging down as he withdraws his limp but clean cock.
"You always service your clients this way Stu?" Clyde asks smiling.
Standing, Stu brushes his lips over Clyde's and says "there is more I would like to do but we don't have the time right now. Maybe later if you are up to it."
"That, I will hold you too Stu. You can count on it."
While Stu is washing up, Clyde puts on his best pair of gray slacks with a white open throat shirt and light tan jacket. Coming out of the bathroom combing his hair, he looks approvingly at Clyde.
"Hey now. That is more like it. I knew there was a good looking man under that gruff exterior." Stu says.
"Thanks, but you have the advantage of me in that department." Clyde says.
"I don't think you will be disappointed if you would like to come over to my place later this evening." Stu offers and sees a wicked smile as his answer.
"Right now Clyde, we got to get moving. Do you have your discharge papers from the Navy? We will need those to help establish identity." Stu asks.
As they are driving downtown, just chatting to get better acquainted, Clyde asks. "Which of the Ricksfords are you Stu? The first or second one?"
"Neither Clyde. The first is my father, the second my older brother and Luskins is an old friend of my dad's. They went to school together. I am still in law school and working as a law clerk until I get my degree and pass the boards. About another 2 years or so." Stu says. "The firm specializes in estate law and taxes. We do a lot of research for large estates that are in probate or are being contested. Your uncle's is one of them. His lawyers in Lincoln contacted us with the information they had and we did the rest. You sent a Christmas card home a couple of years back but no return address on it. Fortunately they had kept it and the postmark with the zip code led us to the Sparrow's Point section and then to you."
"Lucky for me I did I guess." Clyde says as the turn onto President St. and into the parking lot of an old restored gray tone building where the logo of Stu's law firm was emblazoned in gold letters.
Walking up the circular steps leading to the double doors, they walk inside. A cute receptionist looks up and says, "Stewart, you father has been asking about you and if I had heard anything."
"Buzz him Joy and tell him I will be right in and that Mr. Hampton is with me. Come on Clyde lets see the old man before he has a fit."
Looking around Clyde sees richness and money. Walls are done in soft fade off colors with nice paintings hung from the ceiling cornice work. Mirrors are situated where you can look down corridors and see people walking about. Carpets are thick and of a deep blue and leather chairs are placed around so they are convenient but not in the way. Following Stu, he feels just a little uneasy, this was not his element.
At the end of the hallway he sees they are headed for a set of floor to ceiling double doors with the name Elwood Ricksford emblazoned on the shiny black lacquered surface in gold letters. Without hesitating, Stu walks through into a very large office sitting room combination with a full bar at one end. At the other end there is a desk the size of a football field and sitting behind it a very distinguished man in his 50's. Just off to one side sits a much younger man just as good looking with dark brown hair, brown eyes and wearing a very well tailored suit.
Clyde follows Stu as he says "morning Dad, Bob. This is Mr. Clyde Hampton. Clyde, meet my father Elwood Rocksford and my older brother Robert."
Both men extend their hands for Clyde to take and express how delighted they are in meeting him. The elder Rocksford offers him a coffee or something if he wants it before they get started. Clyde asks if they might have a Bud Light and one is produced from the refrigerator inside of the bar along with a frosted glass. Sitting in front of the large desk, a shelf slides out in front of his chair so he can place his drink on it.
"May I call you Clyde Mr. Hampton?" Robert asks but continues on without confirmation. " I assume Stewart has given you the basic facts of your good fortune and our firm's position. We are acting as the probate investigators and will forward out findings to Lincoln and your Great Uncle's attorneys. The Last Will and Testament will be submitted for probate in Lincoln, Nebraska state of residence of the deceased. Probating will take approximately 6 months and anyone that wishes to contest the contents of the documents that are submitted for probate must submit them within that time period. After that time and no one has come forward, the documents are certified valid by the courts and full transfer of any goods, mortgages, property, etc, etc. is completed. Are you following me so far?" He asks.
"I guess I do. What you are saying in a nutshell is that if no one claims me a phony within the next 6 months I will get whatever my Uncle Sam left me. Is that right?" Clyde asks.
The Mr. Ricksford injects "In a nutshell Clyde that is correct with the exception that any bills, taxes and expenses must be paid out of the estate assets. That should be no problem from where I sit."
"From where you sit Sir. What does that mean?" Clyde asks, liking the older man.
"From the survey's, bank and stock statements, inventories that I have seen, I would say that conservatively speaking you will be worth probably in the neighborhood of $30 to $35 million after everything is settled Clyde."
Clyde sits in stunned silence before blurting out "you got to be shitting me. My old Uncle San was worth all that and no one knew it?"
"That Clyde is a colorful way of putting it but no, we are not shitting you as you say. You will be a very rich young man in 6 months. In the meantime the executor of the estate has authorized a $10,000 a month allowance until everything is settled. We have that check waiting for you as soon as the formalities of signing some papers is finished and we have made copies of the documents you have brought substantiating your relationship. From our investigation, there is no doubt in our minds that you will receive the entire bequest. You are the last living male Hampton and we traced the line back to 1746 when your family first came to this country. That is all documented and will be sent to Lincoln Probate Court as soon as we get these other forms signed."
Clyde was still in a state of shock as papers were being placed before him to sign. He signed where they asked him to and some secretaries were in and out of the office. A very large portfolio was placed in front of him with copies of everything being sent in for probate in Nebraska.
Mr. Rocksford stood and extending his hand he said "Congratulations Clyde. We always enjoy it when we complete one of these so satisfactorily. I hope you will allow our firm to serve you in the future if you should need us."
Everything had moved so fast and smoothly that Clyde still did not fully realize what had happened. Looking up, "is this for real? Someone's not pulling my chain are they?"
Robert Ricksford hands him a check, "does that look real Clyde?"
Clyde sees in large figures the sum $10,000 and the certification and mumbles to himself "Good Christ almighty. What do I do now?"
Stewart leans forward and say's "Get yourself out of that dump you are living in that's what you do. Dad would it be okay if I showed Clyde a few places after we get him into a good hotel for a few days. You know being told you are a millionaire after just climbing out of the hold of a ship is a bit overwhelming."
"I guess you are right Stewart. Do what you can for Clyde and lets get him started off right. Let me know if you need any help."
Looking around like he is still in a dream, he say's "thanks a lot. Damn my knees are a little weak. I really appreciate all you have done and for letting Stu help me out."
Shaking hands with the elder Ricksford, he follows the two brothers out the door. He faintly hears Robert whisper to Stewart "getting in on the ground floor Stu? When did he start calling you Stu, Stu?"
Clyde watches the exchange and sees Stewart's eyes flash and he clinches his fists but he only smiles as they walk out the door. There was bad blood between them and Clyde had a hunch what it was about. Reaching the front door Robert extends his hand and smirking, offers his congratulations before turning and walking back to his father's office. Clyde forms an instant dislike for the man and files the smirk away for another time.
As Clyde and Stewart are walking to his car, Clyde can see that he is seething inside. None of his business he thinks. If he wants to say anything he will without his prying.
Hearing the familiar sound of the car's alarm system being disengaged and the doors unlocked, they slide inside. Clyde looks at Stewart and says, "where to first counselor?"
"Right at the moment, I think a bar would be good. I need a stiff drink. Anyplace in particular you can think of Clyde?" Stu says.
"I'll leave that up to you Stu. I know a couple of beer joints down by the docks but I don't think that is what you have in mind." Clyde says.
Looking at his watch, Stu sees it is almost 3PM. Turning in his seat towards Clyde, he says, "First thing Clyde is getting that check deposited, a drink later. What bank do you have an account in?"
"I don't have an account in any bank Stu. Never had enough money to need one."
"Well, you do now so lets get one opened. I'll take you to the firm's bank and that way we can get you some cash as well." Stu says.
Stu drives a few blocks to Charles St. and pulls into the parking lot of a large Bank of America. Parking they walk to a side door and he pushes a bell button. Waiting for just a second, a young lady opens the door.
"Mr. Ricksford, good afternoon. How may we help you?" She says.
"Hi, Veronica. We need to open an account for my friend and he will need some cash while we are here." Stu says.
"That should be no problem Sir, follow me please." Veronica says.
Clyde and Stewart are led through a glass door into the interior of the bank and a cubicle set off with others for private transactions. Veronica takes the information needed and after Clyde endorses the check, she excuses herself for a few moments.
"Boy, Stu. This is all over my head. I have a lot to learn. Hope you will be around to help me out." Clyde says.
"Clyde, our firm uses this bank since they have several branches through out the city and across the country. My personal account is here and once your inheritance is finalized, you may want to establish yourself with the management here. You have a hell of a lot to think about and lots of decisions to make." Stu says.
"That's what I mean. I am sure as hell going to need someone's advice and help. Christ, just deciding what to do with a couple of hundred was big business and now this. It is still like a dream. That's why I hope you are going to be around for at least a little while." Clyde says, glancing at Stu. He has taken a liking to him and hopes maybe Stu has for him.
At that moment, a man walks into the cubicle followed by Veronica.
"Mr. Ricksford, good to see you. Veronica brought this check to my attention and was wondering if the entire amount was to be deposited into a checking account. That is a rather large amount. She at first thought it was only in the amount of $1,000."
"Hi Charles. Let me introduce Mr. Clyde Hampton. Clyde, this is Charles Mumford, Branch Manager. Our firm is handling some business for Clyde right now Charles and dad is advancing him funds for his stay here while his accounts are being re-established. Please set the account up as he indicated. If there are any adjustments later, he can let you know." Stu says.
"Right away, Mr. Ricksford. Veronica, take care of it please. We weren't trying to pry you understand, it is a little unusual to establish a checking account in that amount." Mumford says.
"We understand Charles, I am sure dad will appreciate your concern." Stu says.
"Yes sir, give my regards to your father when you see him. If we can be of any service to Mr. Hampton please call on us." Mumford says just slightly nervous at the mention of the senior Ricksford's name.
Veronica returns with the deposit slips, bank card and an envelope with $500 in cash. Handing them to Mr. Mumford, she turns and leaves.
"Here we are Mr. Hampton. Your bank ATM card that will act as if you were writing checks anywhere Visa is accepted and the cash you requested. If you want personalized checks, we can have them printed. I notice that you listed your address as that of Mr. Ricksford, is that correct?" Mumford says.
"That is all Mr. Hampton needs right now Charles. Thanks much. I'll be sure and mention to dad how helpful you have been." Stu says. "Lets go Clyde, still a few things to get taken care of."
Leaving the bank by the side door, Clyde and Stewart return to his car. Clyde still has not been able to think in the terms of being rich. Stewart seems to glide right through things and knows the right things to say. He would have been a nervous wreck in the bank. Still holding the money, card and papers in his lap, he turns to Stewart.
"Stu." Clyde says. "I am out of my element and need help. Why did you list my address as yours? You cut that guy off real quick when he mentioned that. Where are we going now, you said other things to take care of."
"Clyde, you needed an address and mine is as good as any. I was going to suggest that instead of you moving into a hotel, you might want to bunk in with me. I have a large place in Mt. Vernon and not that far from here. As for Mumford, he is a simpering ass kissing jerk. He has been trying to get me in bed for ages, you can see that can't you? When he finds out who you really are, he will try with you I am sure. Is there anything you want to pickup at your place? You need some new clothes and that will take a little time." Stu says.
"Nothing I need at my dump. The TV is a black and white and can stay there. What clothes there are can go to whoever takes the place over. I'll mail the key back, since no rent is due. Now let's get that drink and talk about us." Clyde says with a smile.
"Central Station, here we come." Stu says as the leave the parking lot.
Looking at Stewart, Clyde thinks to himself "Maybe the Orphan has found a home."
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