Date: Wed, 4 Dec 2013 07:35:36 -0800 (PST) From: Harrison Westbourne Subject: WESTBRIDGE SPIRIT: CHAPTER 6 I thank you for your continued interest in my stories. This is the sixth 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 5 of WESTBRIDGE SPIRIT. 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. WESTBRIDGE SPIRIT: CHAPTER SIX (6) Richard could hear me moaning and crying as I tossed and turned on our bed. Rushing over in panic, he gently grasped my shoulders and pulled me into a hug. Sensing his warmth, I began to relax and shake off the last of the dream. I looked like hell with my eyes all bloodshot and cheeks stained with tears. Richard kissed me and asked what I was dreaming about and I related the story . Something about the "accident" bothered me, especially the idea of poachers. The family history indicated Quinn had died during the winter, but in the dream, they were building the greenhouse and it was clearly late spring. Sanding in the bathroom and cleaning my face, Richard came in and pulled me back against him. He felt so warm, safe and right and I felt so loved. Turing my head, I kissed him and as we made out, Frank called everyone to dinner. The meal was enjoyable with Patrick talking a mile a minute about the shopping trip, Richard discussing his classes, and Frank giving us a progress report on his thesis. All the conversation combined with frank's wonderful food made it a real family event. After we finished dessert, I reminded everyone that there were some surprises. Bringing out the bags, I embarrassed Richard by tossing him several packs of underwear. He groaned as we all laughed. Pulling out the laptop, I informed Patrick this was for school use. He almost strangled me trying to hug me. Then I gave him the cell phone, which he was told was asked not to over use it. I simply said there was a tracking device on the phone because we needed to know he was safe at all times. Patrick asked about the computer and I indicated it had one too. I gave Patrick the I-pod, which caused him to go ga-ga. Frank was cleaning dishes and I asked him to come and join us. Calming him down I said we had one more surprise. Pulling out the boxes from Fossil, I handed one to Frank and the other to Patrick. They both stared at the boxes and then me with looks of confusion. "I thought that since you two are "dating" you might need to remember the time." I laughed as I indicated they open those packages. They shrugged and began unwrapping the boxes. Inside they discovered two chronograph sport watches, one black and one silver. Looking stunned, Patrick started crying as he stared at the box and Frank blushed. "I can't accept this sir." Frank stammered. "It's too expensive." Richard simply stated, "You are a bright young man and Patrick seems to care for you. Take the watch." "Thank you both." Frank relented. "Patrick, what's the matter?" I asked, rubbing, his shoulder. "Something wrong?" "You've given me so much already." Patrick cried. "I don't deserve any of this." Richard laughed and said, "Will you learn that we want you here. You're our son for all the world to see, so go with it." Frank and Patrick both embraced us and raved about the watches. Richard smiled and yawned so I grabbed his shoulders, wished the lovebirds Good Night, and headed for our room. Once there and behind a closed door, I kissed him deeply, grinding my cock against his leg. "Was that a strategic retreat or are you really tired?" I asked, pushing harder into his leg. Laughing, he said, "Discreet escape before the situation got too mushy and weepy." Thrusting back at me, he add, "Nice gifts. You have good taste." "I chose you, didn't I? You showed me those in a catalog once." I giggled. Kissing me, Richard pulled us towards the bed, while unbuttoning my shirt. He sat on the edge and slipped it off, stroking my chest and tweaking my nipples. I moaned and ran my fingers through his hair. He has wonderful hair; thick, soft, sweet-smelling. Everything about him turns me on more than I can even say. The way he crinkles his nose when he reads, his little noises in his sleep, and watching his ass flex when he bends to put on his shoes. I love him more every day that we're together. Undoing my belt and zipper, he slides my pants and underwear off in one move while kissing my stomach. He started to grow a moustache and it tickles. My hard cock springs up and slaps his in the chin, leaving precum on it. Richard licks it up and then attacks me, sucking like he hadn't seen me in days. My knees weaken and we fall onto the bed laughing. Standing up, he frantically pulls his clothing off and hops on top of me. My cock is still wet and he goes right back to it. By now, I'm so horny that all I want is him inside me until we both lose it. Squeezing his head with my knees, he gets the message and moves down to my waiting hole. Tongue-fucking me until the bed is in a puddle, I'm begging him to put it in me already. Soon he knees my legs apart and positions himself at my entrance. Using his leverage to prevent me from forcing him in, he sets the pace of our love-making. Tonight, it's one of his slow, long-stroke missions to make it last as long a possible. We haven't done that recently because of our schedules so I can't and won't complain at all. His stamina is wonderful and in several minutes we're both sweating and panting like dogs on a hot day. I'm sure the neighbors can hear as I scream for him to go harder and deeper. Finally, my cock shoots without even being touched and Richard fills me seconds later. PATRICK'S THOUGHTS: PART 3 Shopping was incredible and expensive. I feel so guilty. Nobody ever bought me much of anything and now I got a new wardrobe and a bunch of new gadgets. Most importantly, Frank and I don't have to hide our sexual relationship anymore. Phillip and Richard know and approve as long as we are both careful. I'm beginning to realize that they love me. The watches were spectacular. Frank got one in the same style but different color, kind of like wedding bands. Why didn't I think that? I'm too young for marriage but I do want to be with him for as long as possible. Phillip joked that since Frank and I were "dating," he bought them for us. I cried like a baby until Richard told us to "go with it." Then they made what I called a cautious retreat, even though they feigned exhaustion. Frank and I were left at the table staring at the watches. He smiled at me and my heart flipped but my dick throbbed. Reaching for his hand, we headed for my room with my head against his shoulder. Inside the room, I teased Frank by running out of reach as I slowly stripped off my clothes piece by piece. He gave up trying to catch me and started matching one item for another. With clothes gone, we crawled on my bed. Suddenly, loud screams from the room next door caused made us both laugh. Recovering faster than me, Frank pounced on me and began nibbling my ear, driving me into the stratosphere. His hand was stroking my dick and tweaking my nipples. I felt like someone had plugged me into a light socket. Reaching my nightstand, Frank grabbed a bottle of lube I didn't even know was there. I thought for sure he intended to fuck me but he lubed his own hole with his fingers. With his free hand, he spread lube on my hard cock, almost causing me to shoot. Once he was ready, Frank raised himself over my cock. Sliding slowly down, he sat himself down in one move. I never felt anything more intense than this feeling. After adjusting himself, he moved up and slid back down, moaning as he did it. I was struggling with losing control the longer and faster he moved. The look on his face was pure bliss as we locked eyes.. I noticed his cock dripping and reached out gingerly to take it in my hand. Using his own natural lube, I slowly stroked him in a matching rhythm, causing him to groan louder. Our noises were competing with those from Phillip and Richard and I tried not to laugh. Frank increased the tempo and begged me to fuck him harder. Thrusting up faster, I also increased my speed with my hand. Screams from next door suggested they had reached their climax. Frank and I looked at each other and both released our own orgasms at the same time. It was more intense than anything in my life. Several minutes later, we cleaned up in the bathroom and crawled into bed together. PHILLIP The dream continued with Quinn's funeral. Poor Geoffrey sat there with Olivia comforting each other. She was as upset as he because she did care for Quinn in her own way. The family tried to pretend that Geoffrey didn't exist but the close friends all knew who he was and made no effort to disguise their sympathy for him. Many offered to take him in if he needed somewhere but he said he thought he would be fine. Quinn's mother stared daggers at he and Olivia, for similar reasons. A few days later came the reading of the will. Quinn's mother didn't want Geoffrey there but the solicitor insisted. When he went through all the provisions, she screamed and complained about the distribution. You see, young Quinn had reworked the document in the following manner: 10% for his mother, 60% for his wife and children, 5% for various charitable organizations, and, worst of all, 25% to young Geoffrey. His mother was livid but the solicitor advised her that there was a "No Contest" clause in the will so she could lose her portion altogether. She grumbled and stormed out in a huff. Olivia laughed and assured Geoffrey he could stay on if he wished. He chuckled and told her he probably would move on once every detail was finalized. She understood and they left to return to the manor. Once there, Geoffrey began preparations to move his things out to go to Boston where he had some friends. The solicitor made every effort to expedite the settlement so he could leave without further troubles. It took what appeared to be one month before the dream showed Geoffrey on a train to Boston. The last image was of sad young man staring out a train window, tears streaming down his face in great rivers. As rain began to fall, the locomotive engine released a great blast of steam and I jumped up at the sound. I felt uneasy and nervous. It was as though something wasn't quite right with that ending. I didn't see Geoffrey arriving in Boston or him setting up a household. Also, I was reminded of something I read in one of my Aunt Marie's books. The one family history stated that about a year after young Quinn's passing, the family received a large inheritance from a "foreign relative." It seemed a little too coincidental and the final amount was approximately the right sum of Geoffrey's portion. At breakfast, I asked Richard if he knew anyone in the history or genealogy department. He remembered a Professor Iverson, who specialized in early American families. Using the computer, I obtained his office number and called for an appointment. He agreed to meet me and I returned to our meal. Patrick and Frank couldn't stop staring at each other throughout breakfast. I reminded him that we had a school meeting and he groaned. Richard left for an early class, while Frank began cleaning the kitchen. I kissed Richard as he left and dressed for my meetings. Patrick looked like he wanted to cry as Frank kissed him but he came with me. On the way to the car, I surprised Patrick by telling him we were going to the college and would take Richard out to lunch. That information seemed to perk him up since he had never seen Richard`s office or the university up until now. We arrived at the Greenbriar Boys Preparatory School thirty minutes early. Waiting outside the director's office, Patrick seemed nervous. I patted his hand and assured him it would be fine. The secretary showed us in after a short wait and the director, Mister Oscar Milton, greeted us warmly. He was a tall, mature man with a likeable manner. After the initial discussion of school policies, he presented the handbook, including the class schedule, student regulations, and required materials and uniform information. We were told that he would begin with the winter session after the first of January. I asked some questions about online schooling and extra-curricular activities. Patrick asked about the student body but seemed okay after the meeting. Saying farewell, we left to go meet Richard and Professor Iverson at Northwestern. Finding Richard's TA office, he was bent over a stack of papers with a red marker, frowning and groaning. Knocking on the door frame, Richard looked up at me and smiled. Putting away his work, he grabbed his coat and we headed to lunch at a nearby café. Patrick talked about how the school seemed and we thought it was good he was excited. I told Richard he had to stop by and co-sign the paperwork as guardian. Otherwise, it was a relaxing, enjoyable lunch. Walking across campus, we approached the office of Professor Iverson. He was an elderly man, whose appearance screamed history teacher. His glasses kept sliding down his nose as he talked. After knocking on his door, he opened it and shook both of our hands firmly. Offering us chairs, he asked for the purpose of the meeting. I explained that I had inherited the Westbridge Estate and related fortune as the sole-surviving descendent. His interest was immediately piqued. "Ah, yes. I know that family name from my studies." he mused. "That's what my partner Richard mentioned." I said plainly. "He thought you might be able to help us research some additional family history." I related the story of Quinn Oswald Jr. and his young lover, Geoffrey. Aunt Marie had a great deal of information and most Professor Iverson had some awareness of as well. Relating the unusual dreams I been experiencing recently, I inquired if he could ascertain if there was any further information about Quinn, his death, or the whereabouts of Geoffrey after moving to Boston. He could only provide the same results but he indicated that he was always curious about that family himself. Professor Iverson, asking us to call him Ivy, offered to dig much deeper. I inquired about payment and he laughed. He said that, at his age, pure research was his own reward. I joined in the laughter and offered a donation to his department. After providing contact numbers and what little info I had, we returned home to find Frank folding clothing while dancing to oldies music. It was quite a sight, watching his tight ass as he moved back and forth. He turned around and blushed deeply when he finally noticed we were there. Laughing, I headed to my room for a late-afternoon nap, leaving Patrick with Frank. I went into my room and stopped to check my email when I noticed an urgent message from Alfred Grant, my late Aunt Marie`s attorney. Opening it, it read as follows: Dear Mr. Khant, I am writing to inform you of an urgent matter concerning Westbridge Manor. Maybrook has noticed an increasing problem with the household staff. Most of them have recently fled in terror, refusing to explain their reasons for leaving. He has remained out of loyalty to your late Aunt Marie. I am concerned because of rumors that have come to my attention from local villagers about strange events on or near the grounds of the house. Also, Maybrook recently discovered some locked trunks in an unused bedroom that might be of interest to you. These trunks may contain additional money or items which need to be inventoried. Please contact me and make arrangements to visit ASAP. I do apologize for the inconvenience and aggravation. Looking forward to hearing from you soon. Yours cordially, Alfred Grant What was the problem with the servants? Which rumors was he talking about? Locked trunks? Strange occurrences? I wondered what more could be happening that I would need to encounter. All of this was on top of the information that I hoped Professor Iverson might find. He seemed far too interested in what should have been a relatively minor American family. TO BE CONTINUED... If you enjoy this story please visit my other story at http://west.nifty.org/nifty/gay/incest/daryls-enlightenment/