Date: Mon, 2 Dec 2013 20:05:50 -0800 (PST) From: Harrison Westbourne Subject: WESTBRIDGE SPIRIT: CHAPTER 5 I thank you for your continued interest in my stories. This is the fifth 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, at 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 story at http://west.nifty.org/nifty/gay/incest/daryls-enlightenment/ Brief Recap of Chapter 4 of WESTBRIDGE SPIRIT. PATRCK'S THOUGHTS (CONTINUED) 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. WESTBRIDGE SPIRIT: CHAPTER FIVE (5) Richard and I worked extremely hard to make Patrick's adjustment to life in Chicago as easy as possible. He had severe emotional issues related to his family history. Pat's mother, Janet, and only sibling, an older brother named Zach, were killed by a drunk driver. His father, Martin, was injured and had his cancer discovered at the hospital during his treatment. Patrick had been staying with Aunt Marie because he had a case of the flu. His family was going to a movie when they were killed. When we arrived at the airport, his face went completely pale and he started to hyperventilate. After calming him down, I held his hand as we went through the checkpoints and made our way to the departure gate. Giving him a valium for relaxation, he sat between Richard and I while we waited to get on the plane. Since our reservations were first class, we had priority boarding privileges. I sat by the window and Patrick sat next to me with Richard right across the aisle. The plane began to taxi for liftoff and his anxiety returned. Grabbing his hands, Richard and I calmed him by reminding him that we would protect him. Once in the air, he seemed fascinated with the plane. I let him sit by the window for a little bit and got him ear phones for the movie, which we didn't want to watch. Richard worked on his laptop while I read the latest pastry magazine. Landing made him a little jittery but he handled it fine with both of us there. Gathering our bags, Walter had arranged for a limo to take us to our new condominium where all our furniture had been moved along with whatever additional things we needed. Patrick was awed by the buildings, the traffic, and the lake. As we approached our new home, his eyes got as large as dinner plates. My mother had hired a live-in housekeeper who would cook and clean for us. He was a young graduate student at Northwestern University, named Frank Danvers. The front door opened and he greeted all of us with a wide smile and firm handshake. Grabbing our luggage, Frank directed Richard to our room and then took Patrick and I to see the room we had for him. Patrick's room was large and airy facing Lincoln Park. It was next to ours and we shared a balcony. A king-sized bed was against one wall with a small table holding his alarm clock and a lamp next to it. On the other stood a desk with a new computer, a desk chair, and a mirror on the wall over it. Next to the bathroom door was a shelving unit with a TV and stereo system. He didn't know where to look first as Richard joined us at the door. "Is this all for me?" he asked, not believing what he saw. "Yes," I said. "This is your room and everything in it. All we need to do is get you some additional clothes." Patrick started crying and turned his head into my shoulder. "Why are you being so nice to me? You don't even know me?" Richard put his arm around him and said softly, "We know all we need to know. You are a nice young man and we're gonna take good care of you." "Patrick, this is your home. We want you to consider us your family." I said reassuringly. "What do I call you both?" he asked innocently. "Our names, silly." Richard said. "Unless you decide to change that. It's up to you." Frank piped up,, "I hate to interrupt, but I have dinner almost ready." We put Patrick's duffel bag on his bed and headed into the kitchen. During dinner, we talked about the plans for the next few days. After dinner, I suggested we all go to La Belle Visage for dessert. Frank called a cab and the four of us headed over. The maitre d' Anthony greeted us as we walked in and headed for the kitchen. I had Richard seat them at the chef's table while I raided the pastry counter for some French Strawberry Shortcakes, a house specialty. Patrick had never seen a working kitchen or desserts like those so he didn't know where to look. He wolfed it down and asked if he could have something else. We laughed and Vicky brought him a Napoleon. After the desserts we headed home to start making some decisions about our future. PATRICK'S THOUGHT'S: PART 2 I almost fainted on the plane. The noise and turbulence really worried me but Phillip and Richard did their best to keep me calm. After we were in the air, it was actually cool. Chicago has so many huge buildings and the lake is enormous. But the big surprise was waiting for us at the place where we would be living. I guess Phillip's uncle and lawyer had arranged for a larger apartment while everyone was in New York. We pulled up to a tall building near a large lakeside park and a doorman gathered our luggage for us as we went upstairs. Then came the ultimate shock, Frank Danvers. He had been hired as a live-in housekeeper and cook. Was he ever gorgeous! I started to get hard when he smiled and shook my hand. It was so warm and his teeth were gleaming white. Our bags were brought in as Phillip led me to what he told me would be my room. I never had my own room and it was huge. A big new bed, a desk with a computer, even a stereo and TV. It was all for me. Frank made us diner and I couldn't help sneaking looks at him during the meal, He radiated sex and I wanted some of it. Frank Danvers was 25 -years-old and a graduate student at Northwestern University. He had hair that was the color of ebony which complimented his Mediterranean complexion. His crystal blue eyes, full red lips, and trim Roman nose looked like an ancient statue come alive. At 6 feet 5 inches tall, his broad shoulders led to a trim waist over firm thighs. When he turned around, his ass was two perfectly rounded spheres you just wanted to grab and never let go. I don't know what he had in his pants but his crotch looked packed. After dinner, Phillip took us to his uncle's restaurant, where he worked, for a special dessert, even Frank. We arrived and a real queen fawned all of us as we went to the kitchen. Once there, Phillip brought out these huge strawberry cakes. We ate in the kitchen and I couldn't figure out where to look. People were running everywhere. When I finished, I was still hungry so Phillip gave me something called a Napoleon. Both were delicious but extra filling. Back at the apartment, Frank offered to help me unpack as Phillip and Richard wanted to head to bed. They both kissed me and said they would see me in the morning. I followed Frank into my room and we put my few clothes into the closet drawers. At one point, he was right behind me and I could feel the heat coming off his body. Unconsciously, I leaned back into him and moaned softly. It felt so right as he wrapped his arms around my waist and kissed my neck. I was immediately hard as a rock and already staining my pants. He turned me around to face him and took my face in his hands. Leaning down, his lips met mine as his tongue probed my mouth. My hand rested on his chest feeling his heartbeat. We stayed like that for what seemed like forever until he scooped me into his big, strong arms and carried me to the bed. Laying me down, he undressed as I watched him, fascinated with each item he removed. Once naked, he helped me disrobe and then climbed on top of me. His body is so warm and he has a light dusting of hair on his chest and legs that sends tingles throughout my brain. Frank moves from my lips to my neck and begins to work his way down my body. Everywhere he touches, I feel like I am on fire. My cock is harder than it has ever been and it is dripping like a broken faucet. He traces a path to my 6.5 inch erection and slowly licks it from base to tip before gently sucking it into his fiery mouth. I almost came as I watched his mouth move up and down my shaft. Frank was also using his wet fingers to loosen my ass for what I was sure was the next step. I had seen his 7.5 inch cock when he undressed and was a little worried about whether I could handle it. After the blowjob I received, I was so aroused that I would have been willing to try a Mack truck, I wanted him so badly. Sensing I was close, he used his knees to spread my legs as he positioned himself between them. Using his saliva as lube, Frank placed the crown of his organ by my quivering hole. Pushing forward, I felt him break through the ring with less pain than I expected. Moaning, I pushed back, further encouraging him to continue. Soon he had every inch in side and was very slowly thrusting in and out while kissing my neck and lips. I felt more alive than I ever had and never wanted it to stop. After some time, I felt his hand on my dick stroking me in time to his thrusts. Four or five movements later, I was unloading all over both of us and he followed , filling me with his enormous load. Calming down, he pulled out and went to get wet towels to clean us. Lovingly, he dried me off, and then Frank pulled me into his chest, kissed my neck, and we drifted off to sleep. I was happy and fell into the most comfortable night's sleep I ever experienced. PHILLIP I woke up extra early and, after a quick bathroom visit, headed towards the kitchen for a cup of tea. As I neared the door to Patrick's room, I spotted Frank sneaking back to his room. Smiling broadly, I decided to play a little trick on him. Coughing loudly, Frank jumped and yelped like a scared pup. Turning around, he turned whiter than snow and began sweating. He started to tear up as he stammered and stuttered to find just the right explanation. "Relax, Frank." I laughed. "I figured young Patrick might be gay. He couldn't take his eyes off you all evening." His shoulders relaxed as he spoke, "You're not mad. I find him attractive and could see us having a future." Walking up to him, I hugged him and reminded him, "Be careful. He is only 13 and I don't want him hurt any more. Okay?" He nodded and said, "I assume you want some tea. Come on and I'll make you a small pot and we can start breakfast." Arm in arm we continued into the kitchen to prepare our meal. A few minutes later, Patrick and Richard came stumbling in looking absolutely ridiculous. Kissing Richard and ruffling Patrick's hair, I smiled at him and said, plainly, that I knew about he and Frank. Nodding and grinning at him, he ran into my arms and whispered, "You know I'm gay? How?" "Sweetheart, you looked at Frank the way I look at Richard every day." I said, kissing his cheek. Richard joined us and loudly announced, "If you and Frank are going to fool around, could you be a little quieter? Phillip and I hardly got any sleep last night." We all burst into riotous laughter and finished breakfast. Showers and fresh clothes were next on the list. Richard had classes most of the day so he kissed Patrick on the forehead and buried his tongue in my mouth before he left. Frank reminded me that he had a meeting with his faculty advisor on his thesis. Curiously, I asked what the subject was and he said adolescent sexual and gender identity. He informed us he would be back around 3 to start dinner and laundry. I was smiling as I told Patrick we had some errands to run. We headed for my Chevy Equinox parked in the garage and were soon on the way. He kept pivoting his head back and forth as we drove. Everything he saw seemed to fascinate him, it was really cute. We headed out on the Kennedy expressway towards Schaumburg and Woodfield Mall. Patrick had never been to a shopping center that huge but it had all the potential places where I wanted to shop. Pulling into the lot, we found a spot close to the Nordstrom's entrance and headed inside. He asked why we came here and I told him he needed clothes and so did Richard and I. Stopping in the Men's department, I selected several dress shirts and ties along with underwear and socks for Rich and I. After putting these items in the car, we went back and walked into the main section of the mall. We browsed through various stores until I spotted Abercrombie & Fitch. Deciding to spoil Patrick, we headed in and I waved over a sales person, The young man, with a tag that said Ryan, looked to be about 21 and was very polite. "Yes Sir. What can I do for you?" Ryan asked, smiling broadly. "This is my son, Patrick." I replied. "He needs a new wardrobe but I haven't a clue about sizes or styles." Ryan smiled, "That's okay, I can help him find whatever he needs." Nodding, I told Patrick, "Ryan will get you set up and don't worry about the cost." I then looked at Ryan and reminded him, "Make sure he is fully outfitted. I'll take care of you when I return." Patrick's face dropped, "You're leaving me?" Patting his shoulder, I grinned, "I just have to pick up a couple of surprise items. Can't have you tagging along and spoil it, can I?" As I was leaving, Ryan was measuring Patrick for pants as they chatted about colors. It gave me time to pick up a laptop, an I-pod, and a cell phone for Patrick for school. Richard had a nephew who had an upcoming birthday so I picked out a really neat Lego kit for him. I also selected two nice watches from Fossil since I knew he didn't have one and got a compatible one for Frank. Done with my shopping runs, I took the bags to the car and headed back to A&F. As I walked in the store, Ryan and Patrick were stacking things at the counter. I looked over everything and decided it was sufficient so we packed it up and paid the bill. Before I left, I remembered to slip Ryan $100 for all the trouble we had caused. He was so cute when he tried to refuse but I insisted. Thanking me, we left with our packages and decided to get lunch at the Nordstrom Café. After lunch, we got in the car and headed back home. On the way, Patrick was extra quiet until I finally had enough of the silence. "What's up Patrick?" I asked. "You spent to much." he said, sounding like he wanted to cry. "Why are you so nice to me?" Grabbing his hand, I reminded him, "You deserve to be treated nicely. Don't worry about what I spent." Calming down, he sighed. "Okay. By the way, what are you gonna do with the manor?" "I don't know. Richard and I have to talk about it first. Probably, we'll keep it and use it for holidays and vacations." The rest of the way home he kept trying to find out what I had bought in the mall. I said it would wait until everyone was at home. Reminding him that tomorrow we had a meeting with the school he would be attending, I said we were going to be in bed early. Giggling, I then added that he and Frank probably would beat us there. He slapped my hand and laughed. Arriving back at the condo around 2, the doorman gathered our purchases and sent them up to our apartment. I parked the vehicle and we got on the elevator. Once in our door, I made sure the surprises were locked away in my bedroom closet until after dinner. Patrick said he was going to play some online computer games with some old friends from New York. I was a little tired and laid down for a quick nap. As I slept, the dream returned. This time, however, it was much darker and more disturbing. Quinn was riding with Geoffrey through the woods by the manor checking on the progress of the greenhouse, which was just beginning to be built. A young laborer, named Lars, was showing them the progress until gunshots rang out in the woods. Quinn was furious as he had been combating a group of poachers on his land. Sending Lars to fetch help from the manor, Geoffrey and Quinn headed towards the sound of the gunfire. Hunting would have been perfectly fine if the people had approached the family first for permission. After all, they did own a sizable piece or wilderness and were concerned for the neighbors' welfare. They reached the path nearest the sounds. Quinn sent Geoffrey one way and he took the other. Both men were crack shots since they practiced together. Entering the woods cautiously, they were on the lookout for any strange movements. Geoffrey had only gone about fifty feet or so when he heard a shot and Quinn's horse neigh and squeal. Fearing an accidental shooting, he raced to where he knew Quinn had entered the woods. Within minutes, he could see Quinn's horse lying on the ground, moaning from an apparent wild shot. The poor animal was going to have to be put down. Geoffrey started to tear up at that thought until he say the body laying crumpled on the ground behind the horse. Dropping off his saddle, he screamed and ran over to find Quinn lying twisted with blood all over his head. He had apparently hit it on a nearby tree as he fell. Taking his lover's head into his lap, he screamed and screamed until Lars heard and brought more workmen to bring Quinn to the house. The next few scenes were of Quinn in his room with Geoffrey at constant vigil. He fiercely guarded his lover from anyone who came in the room and prayed night and day. After several days, Quinn opened his eyes briefly, smiled at Geoffrey and reached for his hand. Speaking what would be his final words, he said "Never forget that I love you and only you." Geoffrey broke down as Quinn closed his eyes and his breathing slowly stopped. I could feel the pain and suffering as though I experienced it myself. In a way, I had when I lost Theo eighteen months ago. My body was shaking and there were tears in my eyes when I heard Richard enter our room. TO BE CONTINUED... If you enjoy this story please visit my other story at http://www.nifty.org/nifty/gay/incest/daryls-enlightenment/