Date: Sun, 1 Dec 2013 07:49:34 -0800 (PST)
From: Harrison Westbourne <harrisonwestbourne@yahoo.com>
Subject: WESTBRIDGE SPIRIT: CHAPTER 4

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Brief recap of Chapter 3 of WESTBRIDGE SPIRIT

Lunch was a more ordered affair as Maybrook served the courses himself.
Each time he approached either Richard or myself, he smiled and winked
letting us know he supported us entirely.  I became really fond of Maybrook
and respected his discretion.  Aunt Marie didn't eat very much, claiming a
lack of appetite.  We suspected her stomach was bothered by the cancer.
She continued to talk about everything she could and tell stories about her
family and the Oswalds.

The remainder of the visit was uneventful as the lawyers handled the
details and Marie and I just signed whatever was required.  Since Richard
had school coming back and I had my work, we left with a promise to return
as soon as possible.  However, that was the last time we would see my Aunt
Marie alive.  She passed away a few weeks later and suddenly, Westbridge
Manor was mine.

WESTBRIDGE SPIRIT: CHAPTER FOUR (4)

Richard and I returned to Chicago after visiting my Aunt Marie at the
manor.  He had to return to classes and I had been away from the restaurant
long enough.  We talked on the flight home about our future and some
important decisions were made.  Once back in the city, Richard and I sat
down with my mom, Uncle Walter, and my roommate Vicky.  The topic was our
decision to move-in together.  Our only problem was where to live.  Vicky
informed me that she had met a young lady who lived nearby and had been
spending more time there so she offered to move out.  I was sad but knew we
would stay in touch.  After all, Vicky was still the other pastry chef at
La Belle Visage with me so we saw each other just as much.

Richard moved out of his small college apartment and into my larger condo
one week later.  He had only clothing and a couple minor pieces of office
furniture so it didn't take that long.  Once there, we established the
second bedroom as an office/work space for both of us.  I decided to
redecorate the apartment to fit both our tastes rather than a generic
style. All of this was on top of my work at the restaurant.  Luckily, Uncle
Walter had friends who were talented designers and made the process easy
for us.

When we were both finally in "our" home, one would have thought we were
newlyweds on an extended honeymoon.  It seemed we christened each and every
room in some creative ways.  Richard and I settled into a comfortable
routine between his schooling and my work.  Since I was a pastry chef, the
gym became a necessary part of our schedule otherwise we both would have
resembled two stuffed pigs.  Mostly, we ran and swam or took an occasional
yoga or aerobics class.

Richard was working on a term paper in the office and I was testing a new
dessert recipe when my lawyer called. I grabbed the phone on its second
ring so it didn't disturb his work.

"Hello Leo," I asked, recognizing my lawyer's voice.  "What's up?"

"Well, I have some unfortunate news."  he replied, sounding serious.  "Your
Aunt Marie passed this morning."

I was too stunned to initially respond.  When I recovered, I asked him, "So
what do I have to do?"

"Her lawyers have to get back to me with the funeral details, but you will
need to go there for the reading of the will."  Leo told me.

We talked about some of the details and he agreed to make all the travel
arrangement as soon as I knew how many of us were going.  Hanging up, I
called mom and told her about Aunt Marie.  She said she and Walter would
come with me for the trip.  I then when into the office to talk to Richard.
He looked so devastatingly handsome with his glasses perched on his nose as
he typed on the computer.  His lips moved in a silent copy of whatever he
was putting in his paper.  My love for him had grown and blossomed over the
weeks we had been together.

He reached a impasse and noticed me out of the corner of his eye.  Smiling
crookedly at me, he waved me over and I sat on his lap.  Kissing him, I ran
my fingers through his hair.

"What's up sexy?" he asked while nuzzling my neck.

"Leo called..." I started to say before starting to cry on his shoulder.

"Your Aunt Marie. Right?"  Richard said softly.  "I'm so sorry.  What do we
have to do?"

Composing myself, I said, "He was waiting for the details but I have to go
for the reading of the will."

"I'll let my professors know in the morning."  he said, kissing my ear.
"You won't have to go alone."

I left to finish my recipe and start dinner.  We ate our meal and chatted
about his term paper.  He seemed pleased with the progress and felt it
would receive a decent grade.  Asking about missing classes, Richard
assured me it would be fine.  He could make up the work online and not fall
behind at all.  The dessert turned out to be extremely delicious which
meant I now had to clear it with Walter before we could serve it.

When I finished cleaning the kitchen, Richard shut down his computer and
led me into the bedroom.  Taking me in his arms , he caressed my back and
kissed my face and neck.  I pulled his polo shirt from his slacks, pulled
it over his head, let his pants drop to the floor, and slid my hands on his
naked chest.  Stroking his nipples, he moaned and unbuckled my jeans,
pushing my underwear off in one swift move.  As we stood there half naked,
our dripping organs pulsed between us. Falling gently on the bed, Richard
began working his tongue down my body.

He teased my sensitive nipples as he stroked my cock with his hand.  I was
squirming and moaning for him to continue.  Teasing me unabashedly, he took
forever before he swallowed me.  I almost came instantly before regaining
control.  He sucked up and down for a few minutes while opening up my
asshole while his lubed up fingers.  Once he got three fingers inside, he
moved his cock to my entrance, Slowly pushing forward, he entered me inch
by inch until he bottomed out.

Looking in his eyes, I could see the love and lust in them as he began to
pump in and out, hitting my prostate on each stroke.  I was so aroused and
thrust back to meet him.  Richard was sweating as he circled his pelvis,
driving me even more crazy.  With each movement, I felt my climax getting
closer and closer.  Grasping my cock with one hand and tweaking his nipple
with the other, I urged Richard to cum with me.  As he fucked faster, my
orgasm covered my neck and chest, causing my anal ring to clench against
the hard organ inside.  Richard buried himself one last time as I felt him
depositing his load in several large spurts.  Collapsing on me, we lay
there until our breathing steadied.  Pulling out slowly, we ran into the
bathroom and cleaned each other before returning to get some much needed
sleep.

That night, I dreamed once more about Geoffrey and Quinn.  I saw "memories"
of their romantic escapades and the more sedate moments of life.  One could
see the genuine love and respect between the two young men.  During a
particularly vivid segment, they were lying in bed, after a vigorous
love-making session.  Quinn was softly stroking Geoffrey's hair and kissing
his head.

Geoffrey quietly uttered, "Do you think Olivia will really be okay with
this arrangement?"

"You know about her relationship with Theresa," Quinn replied.  "She needs
this marriage as much as I do."

"But what about children?"  Geoffrey continued.  "That will involve sex
between the two of you."

"Don't ever be concerned," Quinn answered.  "She knows that you are my true
love.  Children are a necessary part of this arrangement.  For both of us."

With that said, Quinn took his now 16-year-old lover in his arms and began
passionately kissing his neck.  Geoffrey moaned and ran his hands all over
the older man's hard body.  Even though they had made love once, they again
were instantly ready to go.  Climbing atop Quinn, Geoffrey positioned his
hole over the 7 inch organ of his man and began to lower himself down.
Moaning in ecstasy, Quinn began thrusting up to meet his lover's motion.
This fuck session was longer and more controlled since it was a repeat
performance.  It ended in mutual explosive climaxes for both as they fell
into each other's arms, side by side.

At that exact instant, my alarm went off and another day was underway for
Richard and I.  The restaurant was extremely busy as we were hosting a
private party for the Governor's re-election campaign.  Victoria and I were
supervising several assistants to complete pastries and a huge cake for the
event.  In the rest of the kitchen, chefs were running around nearly in a
state of panic.  It resembled organized chaos.  The event went off without
a hitch and our reputation and prestige increased to a level we never even
expected.  We became "The Hot Ticket" in the city for celebrities,
politicians, and other socially important individuals.

The next morning, Leo called with the final details about the funeral and
will reading.  I told him who would be attending and he said his secretary
would make the travel arrangements.  Finishing the call, I left messages
for Mom and Walter and went to meet Richard for lunch.  He arrived at a
café near campus, looking as gorgeous as always.  Kissing me on the
cheek, we sat down for a quick meal before he returned to classes.  I gave
his the information about Marie's funeral and he told me he would take care
of his schoolwork.

On my way home, I stopped to pick up the tickets at Leo's office.  As I
entered, his personal secretary, Grace, asked me to wait, saying he needed
to discuss something with me, I sat in the small conference room reading an
article about the Governor's campaign.  Leo came in ad greeted me with a
hug.  He expressed his sorrow and then said he had another piece of
business to discuss with me.  Never one to beat around the bush, I was
somewhat surprised by the reluctance he was showing me.

"Come one, Leo.  I know you too well," I said plainly.  "What's going on
here?  Is this about Aunt Marie?"

"Sort of." he responded.  "There is one small matter I just discovered that
you need to make a decision about."

I was becoming upset, "So what is it?  It can't be much more terrible than
her dying, can it?"

He pulled out a folder and began the story.  It turned out that Aunt Marie
had become a legal guardian to a 13-year-old young man who had been the son
of one of her servants who had been diagnosed with cancer following a car
accident that took the lives of his wife and other son.  She intended to
make provisions for his care but since it happened only two months prior to
her passing, these arrangements hadn't been finished.

Leo looked at me and said, "You have the option of taking over his
guardianship or making other plans for his care."

"What happens if I don't take him on?"  I asked, reeling at the prospect of
raising a child.

"He will most likely end up in foster care." he stated.

Quickly, I asked to call Richard.  Reaching him in his office as a teaching
assistant, I handed the phone to Leo.  They chatted briefly and I was given
the receiver again.  Nervously, I placed my ear to the handset and waited.

"What are you waiting for?'  he said.  "Tell Leo we would love to take the
young man in.  It gives us a real family of our own."

Holding back tears, I said, "I love you and I'll have Leo start a search
for a larger place to live."

Hanging up, I instructed Leo to locate a suitable condominium for the three
of us to move into upon our return.  Leaving the office, I headed to the
restaurant, anxiously thinking of what I would need to prepare.  Walter
noticed my nervous mood and sat me down to talk.  I told him the recent
developments and how I was unsure of my ability to be a parent.  He laughed
and hugged me.  Walter then reminded me that I would have plenty of people
to help; he and Oliver, Mom and her husband Daniel, and, most importantly,
Richard.

Arriving home that evening, Richard and I chatted over a late meal.  He
assured me that we shouldn't have any problem raising a son.  I smiled at
him and took his hands in mine.  All my doubts seemed to vanish as we
talked more about the new responsibilities that were coming.  Richard took
me in his arms and kissed me, while reminding me that our families would
help us out willingly.  Then we adjourned to our bedroom and made love
until the wee hours of the morning.

Maybrook greeted us when we drove up to the manor and showed each of us to
our rooms.  Richard and I were given the same room we had the last visit.
After a little nap, we headed to the library, where we met Leo and Marie's
lawyer, Alfred Grant.  Chatting briefly, Alfred presented the paperwork
granting Richard and I full custody of the young man.  I asked to meet the
boy before signing.  Leo and Alfred asked Maybrook to bring him down.

Minutes later, a tall, thin young man entered the library cowering behind
Maybrook.  He was introduced as Patrick Lyons.  His mother had been one of
Marie's most faithful servants.  Standing just under 6 feet tall, he had a
slim developed frame with long legs and wide shoulders.  His dark brown
hair was a tad longer than his neck.  Big, brown eyes peered out of a
round, angelic face.  The fear in his eyes was very apparent as I carefully
approached him.

"Hello Patrick.  My name is Phillip Khant."  I said softly, extending my
hand towards him.  "This young man is my partner, Richard Oates."

Patrick stammered, "Hello.  What's going to happen to me?"

"Well," Richard began, "If you'd like Phillip and I want to adopt you.  You
could live with us in Chicago.  How does that sound?"

"Really?  You want me?"  Patrick uttered in shock.

I gathered him between Richard and myself and hugged him.  Softly, we
convinced him that he would be safe and cared for as long as we lived.  He
had tears in his eyes and cried as we held him.  I looked at Richard and
smiled at this new phase of our lives.  Maybrook suggested meeting my
mother and uncle.  Patrick looked surprised as they entered and immediately
smothered him in their arms.  He had never had anyone but his father and
Aunt Marie after his mother and brother died.  Family was a dream and now
he had it from all corners.

The funeral was attended by people from all levels of society from New York
and Boston.  So many of Marie's society friends and acquaintances stopped
by to express their condolences.  Patrick seemed shell-shocked throughout
the service and following preparations for our return to Chicago.  The
reading of the will was two days later and we were all nervous about the
contents.

Alfred had gathered all of us in a large conference room.  He pulled out
the folder containing the papers.  Beginning with some small bequests to
various charities and museums, he came to the bulk of the estate.  Marie
had changed her will when I was "found."  She left me the house and grounds
and the remainder of her fortune.  I was suddenly an extremely wealthy
young man.  The only other issue to be resolved was the matter of young
Patrick.  At a court hearing later that day, the formal adoption by Richard
and I was completed and we made plans to return home.

PATRCK'S THOUGHTS

I didn't know what I was going to do.  My father had left me in the care of
his dear employer, Marie Westbridge-Crowell.  She was sweet and kind and
made me feel like her own child.  It was only a year prior that we found
out about her illness.  I was devastated and worried about where I might
end up if she died.  She made certain I was educated at a fine school but
in the end the cancer took her.

Upon her death, she hadn't completed the instructions for my future care.
I was told that her only living relative, an illegitimate nephew, Phillip,
had been made her surviving heir.  He was being asked to take over my care
and they were certain he would agree.  I was unsure of whether or not I was
comfortable with that idea, but I really had no other choice.

Several days later, I was introduced to Phillip and his partner, Richard.
They were both handsome young men and they were truly concerned about my
welfare.  Phillip was so caring and even his family welcomed me with more
love than I have ever considered.  I felt so much better after meeting all
of them and looked forward to my future.  There was only one thing that
frightened me deeply.  I was gay and unsure of how to tell my new family.
Sure, Phillip and Richard were obviously a couple but I wondered how they
would react.  Maybe they might hate me and throw me away.

I didn't have much time to consider the problem.  Phillip and his family
moved me back to Chicago where they lived.  There was a grand lakeside
apartment awaiting us, where I even had my own room.  I was enrolled in a
very prestigious school and my life seemed secure for the first time in my
life.

TO BE CONTINUED...

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