Date: Sun, 9 Feb 2014 04:11:23 -0800 (PST) From: Harrison Westbourne Subject: WESTBRIDGE SPIRIT: CHAPTER 13 I thank you for your continued interest in my stories. This is the thirteenth installment of WESTBRIDGE SPIRIT. Please continue to look for more chapters of this tale to come. Thank you for your interest and support. AUTHOR'S NOTE: This story is a fantasy involving consensual gay sex between young men and older men, as well as love among men, and some paranormal activity. The people in the story do not use protection because diseases do not exist here. In real life, PLEASE ALWAYS USE PROTECTION WHEN ENGAGING IN SEXUAL ACTIVITY. Also, if this sort of material offends you, is illegal where you live, or you are under 18 years of age, PLEASE LEAVE THIS SITE NOW! This story is copyrighted by Harrison Westbourne. It can ONLY be downloaded for personal enjoyment, NOT for republication or sale and distribution. If you wish to provide feedback, comments, or suggestions, please feel free to contact me, using the story title as the subject line, using the email address: harrisonwestbourne@yahoo.com In order to keep this site free, please consider a donation by using this code: http://donate.nifty.org/donate.html If you enjoy this story please visit my other stories: INCEST / DARYL'S ENLIGHTENMENT http://nifty.org/nifty/gay/incest/daryls-enlightenment/ ADULT YOUTH / THE RUNAWAY AND THE DRAG QUEEN http://nifty.org/nifty/gay/adult-youth/the-runaway-and-the-drag-queen Brief Recap of Chapter 12 of WESTBRIDGE SPIRIT PHILLIP The next morning, Collin got the two younger boys off to school. Patrick needed a few more days until the doctor released him for school. I headed to the restaurant to take my mind off the recent events. Vicky was leaving on a well-deserved vacation with her girlfriend so the bulk of the pastry work fell to me. I had two very capable assistants who were working their tails off as part of an extra-curricular work-study program. We actually got a little farther ahead than even I anticipated by the time the diner crowd filtered in. Richard stopped in to pick up some dessert for the family before heading home. A brief make-out session in Oliver's office and he was on his way sporting a hard-on that he swore I would suffer for causing. He gave me a million-watt smile and laughed as he noticed my dick begin to harden. Cursing him under my breath, I returned to my work and finally went home shortly after 10 pm. A quick shower relaxed my muscles until I felt two strong arms encircle my waist. Warm breath caressed my ear and a thick stiffness pressed against my butt. Laughing, I simply pushed back and said "Hi honey. I'm home." WESTBRIDGE SPIRIT: CHAPTER THIRTEEN (13) Richard just leaned into me an stuck his tongue in my ear. "I see that, silly. Why do you think I'm in here?" Turning around, I wrapped my arms behind his neck and we kissed. The warm water cascaded over our bodies as we stood together grinding against each other. His eyes were smiling as we parted, faces flush with passion. Reaching down to cup my firm cheeks, Richard suggested we take this into the bedroom for my comfort. Playfully, we struggled to finish our bath without getting too carried away. Arm-in-arm, we strolled towards our bed and pulled back the covers. Crawling in the warm sheets, Richard and I kissed and explored the contours of the person we loved. His right hand moved to my throbbing member and gripped it lovingly. Moaning, I searched his body for his erect nipples and twisted them gently. Sliding down, he traced the path of hair from my navel to my bush. Teasingly biting along the way, I twitched every time his lips grazed a fresh patch of skin. Hot breath slowly covered the base of my penis as his tongue played with my testicles. Taking one ball at a time, he gently pulled and sucked while stroking my dripping shaft. At the moment I thought it might be too much, Richard swung around presenting his thick rod to me. Grabbing it by the base, I licked the head eliciting a primal moan. He followed that by taking me inch-by-inch until his chin was buried in my pubic hair. Rather than laying back, I followed suit and took him even more slowly. I was so worked up from his brief visit to the restaurant that I knew it wouldn't last very long. With Richard's skill and torturous tongue, my climax was rapidly approaching. Intensifying my own efforts, his nuts began drawing up and his cock twitched. Removing my mouth, I urged him to finish with me. The room became filed with sound of sucking and moaning. Within a second or two, both our bodies tensed and we filled each other with hot semen. Collapsing from the intense session, we turned to snuggle close to each other. Spending a few moments kissing, I pushed my back up to Richard and whispered "I love you." He kissed my neck and echoed my words as we both drifted into a contented sleep. Dreams invaded my sleep again. Geoffrey was living in Boston while Alexander and Johanna worked on setting up his "disappearance." Going through a daily ritual that would cause even a monk to scream out loud, he got up, ate a small meal, painted a little, napped, and so on until the evening came. Finding few excuses to be around other people, he was rarely out of his home. Alexander had to drag Geoffrey to his house once a week just to keep him from becoming a hermit. Three months passed until the false identity had been firmly established. Using that name, Geoffrey conveniently sold his worldly possessions to this other man. Divesting his given identity of any material wealth, a "suicide" was then staged and reported to provide deep enough cover for his escape to England. The dream ended with Geoffrey, now using the alias Matthew Wilhelm, boarding a steamer bound for London. I had a raging headache that even four heavy duty pills couldn't even begin to dull. As soon as I lifted my head to get up, the room started spinning and I felt sick to my stomach. Laying back down, my eyes noticed a swirling dark mass in one of the upper corners. I swear I heard it laughing in a high pitched feminine manner. The last thing I remember was rushing to throw up in the toilet. I woke up on the bathroom floor, staring into Richard's worried face. He held my hand until paramedics arrived. It turned out I had struck my head on the vanity. I ended up in the emergency room for several hours. After a barrage of X-rays and other tests, I ended up receiving 15 stitches in my head and a sprained wrist. Once the doctor cleared me, Richard took me home and put me to bed. I was truly frustrated since this had to be another attack by whatever went after Patrick. Ace was going to be the first person I called when I got up the next morning. ELIZABETH Something just isn't right. Geoffrey can't be dead. My spies tell me that he shot himself after selling everything he owned. The letter that was found expresses how deeply depressed and alone he felt but I don't believe it. His will left the money Quinn gave him to someone named Alexander Drefuss. He turned around and invested it with someone name Matthew Wilhelm. This stranger also purchased all of Geoffrey's possessions. It just sounds a bit too convenient. I have managed to find out a little about him but his past is a collection of documents with few people to corroborate them. The only concrete fact I could discover is his marriage to a woman named Sarah Gleason. My gut is telling me this is all a ruse to prevent me from finishing off the man who ruined my attempts to gain control of the entire Oswald fortune. Sources indicate that Mr. Wilhelm was unknown around Boston until very recently. Who is this mysterious Matthew Wilhelm and what connection does he have to Geoffrey? PHILLIP That brief flash of thought from Elizabeth bothered me. It happened as I was watching myself walk around the manor in another odd dream. I felt eyes everywhere but could see nothing was obvious. My footsteps echoed loudly and each little noise seemed amplified somehow. I made my way to a room in the far west wing that I had never visited. It appeared to have been designed as a nursery but also looked like it had never been occupied. I knew there was already a children's room in the main house so it seemed almost redundant. The air was still except for the random noises an old house sometimes makes. Looking around the nursery, there were clothes of the late 19th Century Era. Around the room were scattered typical girl's toys. An elegant Victorian doll house, a delicately carved rocking horse, and a small table with a china tea set were in various corners along with a shelf full of china dolls. The other major feminine item was a oak hope chest with a delicately embroidered seat cushion. This item contained what would have been a typical young woman's trousseau. An elaborately beaded wedding gown, beautiful lace veil, jeweled shoes, and other matrimonial items were carefully stored inside the cedar lined box. A small gilded Bible with the name Margaret Ulster on the inside cover lay wrapped in a blue silk handkerchief. That was the name of Elizabeth's mother but what would her things be doing in the Oswald house? None of this made any sense at all. I woke up with an even bigger headache than before I passed out. Collin was in the kitchen and made me a light breakfast of oatmeal and tea. After calling Richard to tell him I was awake, he said he had some classes to attend. Making sure I would be careful, he ran off to school and I headed back to shower. Once finished, I donned some sweats and hit my bed to make some phone calls. Picking up the phone, I called Ace. We chatted about the latest incidents and what I learned in my dreams. He recommended an investigator to look into the names and dates. Contacting him might be difficult since he had retired a couple of years after a horrifying experience in an abandoned hospital. I inquired about the incident but Ace said he only knew that it had resulted in this man retiring from psychic investigation and moving to Wisconsin. Undaunted, he gave me the gentleman's name and the last known contact number to see if I could get his assistance. Tentatively, I dialed the phone and a deep masculine voice answered. Explaining simply and quickly who I was and why I was calling, silence came from the other end for several moments. "I don't do that anymore." he said plainly and hung up the phone. Phoning Richard at his school office, he suggested I try to locate where this man lived and visit him personally. Using a service that the restaurant employed for background checks, I set them on the task of finding out whatever they could about the man I knew as Conrad Bevelton. They would be thorough and quick so I could do nothing be wait. Pulling out my latest knitting project, I worked on that until lunch. For part of my lazy afternoon, I helped keep Patrick working on his schoolwork. We didn`t want him to fall too far behind so they had provided the lesson plans and we made sure he completed them. The boys came home excited about an upcoming school carnival to raise money for a class trip to Washington D.C. Each grade would organize and run an attraction and the profits would be matched by a local business so the students to take the trip. I decided to help with all three projects since this was the first real family event that we had. Patrick's project involved setting up a bakery table that would be run and supplied by students. I talked with Uncle Walter about organizing some special private sessions for interested individuals to learn to bake the required pastries. Kyle's class was working on a booth allowing people to purchase and decorate their own t-shirt or sweatshirt. Richard had a friend who agreed to provide the shirts and supplies for free. Campbell's grade had chosen to operate a typical ring toss carnival booth. The rental company graciously offered the prizes and structure for free as well. Shortly after those plans were finalized, I received a phone call from the background company. They had located Conrad just outside of Madison, Wisconsin. I noted the address and made arrangements to go there the very next morning. At dinner that evening, I informed Collin, Frank and the rest of the family that I had a business trip to make and would be gone for a day or two. Richard helped me set up a motel and rental car before we crawled in bed for a night of comfort and cuddling. The next morning, I awoke to find Collin tending to the kids. Patrick had been cleared to go back to school and was super excited. The younger boys sat there eating breakfast as if it were their last meal. After a quick bite, I grabbed my bags, kissed the kids and Richard, and headed out to the rental car. It had been a couple of years since I had taken a driving trip by myself so I was in no real hurry. Traffic and weather were ideal and I stopped for a light lunch just after pulling into my hotel. Checking in and changing clothes, I punched the given address into the GPS and headed out to find Conrad Bevelton. That trip turned out to be a little longer that it appeared but I soon arrived at a large ranch-style house. Pulling up the driveway, I was greeted by a small collie and a tall man with salt-and-pepper hair. Stepping out of my vehicle, I introduced myself and his face registered resigned acceptance. Reluctantly he invited me inside and offered me some tea. Sitting down in his living room, I once again explained why I had come to see him in person. Presenting a file containing all the information I had gathered to that point, I begged him to help me and expressed my concern for my family's safety. When I described the attacks that had occurred, his demeanor changed and he agreed to help saying that his own son had been lost during an investigation. He began by telling me how they had been looking into a poltergeist event at a former mental hospital in Seattle when a fire broke out. The flames spread rapidly and cut his son off from the rest of the group and the exits. By the time it was over, he had suffocated just a few feet from an open doorway. Fire investigators ruled it an electrical mishap even though the power had been disconnected from the building due to the building being due for demolition. Conrad had even hired a private investigator who could find nothing further about the potential cause. He vowed to never do an investigation unless other children were in harm's way. We talked about the dreams I had been having and went over my dream diary. He said it wasn't uncommon for someone to be receiving help from the other side in this manner and he would utilize his contacts to discover whatever he could. By this point, it was starting to get dark and he suggested we go out to eat and talk more. Driving in two cars, we found a quiet eatery where we continued to discuss the case. Treating him to a meal, we shook hands before going our separate ways. Back at the motel, I called Richard and talked to everyone on speakerphone before taking it private for just us two. We were sweet and romantic but not sexual and soon ended the call to go to sleep. Before actually going to bed, I set my alarm and checked some email about the school projects. Crawling in bed, I drifted off to an uneasy sleep once again plagued by dreams. This time, I could see Geoffrey and his new "wife" walking around a ship as they sailed to London. He was using his alias and still seemed concerned about being recognized by someone. The voyage was relatively calm and arrived without any significant problems. Geoffrey was met by a valet who escorted the couple to a large apartment where they were given the keys. A lawyer met them in the main room and had some papers to be signed before wishing them luck and leaving. Geoffrey headed into one of the bedrooms and fell on the bed in tears pulling out a picture of Quinn. My alarm went off far sooner than I had hoped it would. Getting dressed, I ran to my car in a light rain and found a local restaurant for a solid breakfast. As I was eating, my phone rang and Conrad was asking to meet me as soon as I could. Paying my check, I headed for his house and made it in record time. Running the short walkway from the car to his door, he greeted me before I even hit the bell. Handing me a towel, I dried off and removed my wet shoes. In the kitchen, we had some tea and cookies that he had made the previous evening. I commented on his being a man of many talents. Conrad told me it helped him think when he baked so he used it as a relaxation tool. With that said, he indicated that the name Matthew Wilhelm came up in a search of some old genealogy records he accessed online. It appears that there was a birth date and wedding recorded but not much else. No information about the parents of any known siblings could be uncovered. He did state that another friend was going to do a more extensive search and get back to him. Something seemed off since he had been so adamant about meeting with me immediately. I pressed the issue when it became evident that he was reluctant to tell me everything. Finally, he sighed and pushed a piece of printed paper at me. On it were mine and Richard's names along with birth and death notices from the early part of the twentieth century. What was scary about it was that the dates were exactly the same as ours were except the years. Both of us had apparently had doubles who lived almost a century earlier than we did. All I could do was stare and wonder what this meant for us and what we were experiencing. Conrad said he would double check those dates but was almost certain they were true. Neither of us had a clue what this could represent. After going over what little he had found in the few hours since we met, I left to return to my motel. As I entered my room, my phone rang and it was Collin. He was frantic about another attack but this one happened to young Kyle. Collin told me Kyle was playing tennis on his Wii system when a black cloud of smoke poured from the television and surrounded him. He got scared and tried to run for help but was thrown to the floor and held down. It required Collin and Patrick to pull him up and reveal that he had burns on his hands and arms. The odd part was that the controller had no external evidence of overloading or flame but Kyle suffered severe burns. I called Conrad to fill him in on the attack before heading back to Chicago. I tried to remain calm as I drove but my anger and fear was rising. How dare whatever it was to attack my innocent children. My family should have been safe in our home, not be afraid or in danger. Luckily, the rain stopped just as I approached the state border but something didn't feel quite right. Pulling over near Rockford, I filled the car with gas, picked up some chocolate to munch and called to let Richard know were I was. Getting back on the road, the car seemed sluggish and hard to manage. The closer to the city I got, it became more difficult to control the vehicle. I was sliding on dry pavement and swerving without touching the wheel. Turning off the expressway to wards my home, the brakes failed causing a severe slide and spin. The last thing I remember was the sound of the windshield breaking and the airbag exploding. TO BE CONTINUED... http://donate.nifty.org/donate.html If you enjoy this story please visit my other stories: INCEST / DARYL'S ENLIGHTENMENT http://nifty.org/nifty/gay/incest/daryls-enlightenment/ ADULT YOUTH / THE RUNAWAY AND THE DRAG QUEEN http://nifty.org/nifty/gay/adult-youth/the-runaway-and-the-drag-queen