Date: Sun, 8 Dec 2013 06:38:01 -0800 (PST) From: Harrison Westbourne Subject: WESTBRIDGE SPIRIT: CHAPTER 8 I thank you for your continued interest in my stories. This is the eighth 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://www.nifty.org/nifty/gay/incest/daryls-enlightenment/ Brief Recap of Chapter 7 of WESTBRIDGE SPIRIT My phone rang as I climbed into bed and it was Richard. "Are you naked?" he growled at me. "I certainly am, you pervert." I laughed. "Is someone horny?" "You know I have trouble sleeping without you. I want to fuck you silly." Reaching down to stroke my cock, I asked him, "Tell me what you want to do to me." "I want to push you on the bed and ram my cock up inside until you scream so loud you wake the neighbors." he answered, as I could hear him stroking himself. The filthy talk continued with each of us getting hotter and hotter the longer we went on. We were both panting and grunting as we headed to the same destination. After a few minutes, I could hear Richard exploding on his end and it sent me over into my own climax. As we both regained our composure, we laughed and wished each other sweet dreams. Hanging up, I cleaned myself and turned off the lights and went to sleep. For some odd reason, there was no dream or abnormal event. Little did I know that I wasn't alone in the room. Standing in the corner was a shadowy figure just watching me sleep and smiling with love in his eyes. WESTBRIDGE SPIRIT: CHAPTER EIGHT (8) The figure watched me sleep for several minutes before slowly, quietly approaching my form. Reaching out with its hand, I shivered as a ghostly finger ran down my cheek. The chill caused me to awaken and for a split second I thought I saw Quinn standing over me. Apparently, the sight must have caused me to scream since Patrick came rushing into my room with a terrified look on his face. "Are you okay? I heard you scream." he said panting. "I...I...I'm okay. Just thought I saw something or someone." His face turned whiter than pure cotton, "You saw something too!!!!!" Crinkling my brows, I asked confusedly, "What do you mean too? Saying that he had falling asleep quickly due to jet lag, Patrick went on to describe a truly unpleasant dream. It began in what was now library but apparently used to be a dining room at one time. There was a severe looking woman dressed in black eating breakfast while angrily talking to a dark-haired man in a tan sport jacket. The clothing was from an era close to the original age of the house. "You have got to figure out a way to get rid of one or both of them. I know the will has been changed and the fortune should be mine." the woman almost screamed at the gentleman. "Look, Elizabeth. It's not that simple." he began. "He has children and a paramour. How many of them do you mean?" Elizabeth fumed, "ALL OF THEM! It's my money! Once my Maxwell was gone, it all should have come to me!" "I can't kill an entire family, plus Quinn and his lover. Even an accident of that scale would appear suspicious." he attempted to explain. "I know he left that fairy lover of his something but it's mine." Elizabeth shrieked. Then changing tactics, she cooed, "I realize, Ulysses, that you can't get rid of the children but you can deal with those two abominations." Ulysses replied shakily, "Not at the same time. I can deal with Geoffrey later. Quinn must be first or he'll find someone else to live his life with him." "How? It must look accidental." Elizabeth reminded him. "I thought we could arrange a stray gunshot from some "poachers" on your property. You know how mad he's been about that lately." Ulysses stated plainly. "Yes," Elizabeth laughed. "He's so high and mighty about rules and morals while he fucks his young valet." Patrick said that was when he heard me scream. I asked him if he normally recalled that much of his dreams and he said no. For some reason, every detail seemed burned on his brain like a tattoo. Both of us decided to go to the kitchen for a quick drink. Once downstairs, we drifted into the dark library. We both shivered as remembered elements of the dream flashed through our heads. I walked to the desk and picked up the Oswald family history book and started flipping through it. Coming across the family tree, I noticed the name Elizabeth as being that of Quinn's mother. It was connected to a second husband by the name of Ulysses Guyverton. She had remarried four years after the death of Quinn Sr. My blood ran cold as I showed the tree to Patrick and he turned pale. Closing the book, we returned upstairs. "C-c-c-can I stay with you? I don't want to go to my room alone." Patrick asked shakily. I nodded and we went to get his pillows and extra blankets before moving to my room. Once there, Patrick locked the door and put a chair under the handle before cautiously crawling next to me. I pulled him close and he rested his head on my shoulder until his breathing fell into the rhythm of sleep. Hearing his slumber, I smiled and slowly drifted into dreamland myself. THE DREAM As we slept, the shadow figure returned to the corner. Slowly it coalesced from the fog and mist until anyone could plainly see who it was. It was a young Quinn Oswald Jr. He smiled at the sight before him in his bedroom, not knowing that they were more father and son than lovers. Recalling the many nights of love Geoffrey shared with him in this room, Quinn's sexual energy radiated throughout the room like an early morning fog. Phillip was holding Patrick as one might comfort a child with a nightmare. The spirit energy seeping into his slumbering brain was causing so many impure thoughts to enter his mind. He saw Patrick lying naked on the bed stroking his hard teenage erection and staring at him. The thick organ was dripping precum and Patrick's fingers were sliding in and out of his tight asshole. Leering at Phillip, he continued to pleasure himself and began to beg to be fucked. The sight became to much for the slumbering Phillip to resist and he approached the prone young man. Removing the fingers, they were soon replaced with a hard throbbing erection as Patrick squealed in delight. The bodies writhed and gyrated like two dogs in heat as the room filled with the noises of sex. Quinn's shadow watched as the two bodies fucked like wild animals. His smile grew the longer the sex continued. Phillip was screwing hot, young Patrick with full force as he screamed encouragement. Pulling almost entirely out and slamming back in, the young boy's hole was used as each wanted more. Stroking his dick faster and faster, the couple soon reached a crescendo and both men experienced orgasms more intense than they had ever known possible. At that instant, the alarm clock rang breaking the spell and causing Quinn to vanish in a puff of smoke. PHILLIP I awoke from a disturbing dream involving Patrick and I having animalistic sex. A shadowy figure was standing just out of my range of vision. It felt as though it was directing the action I was seeing. Looking on my left was Patrick, sleeping soundly with no hint of disturbance on his face. The sensations were so primal and intense that I have never in my entire life encountered them. Now I was beginning understand the events happening in this house. I decided, at that exact moment, to contact the paranormal team for any sort of help they could provide. Heading for the bathroom, I took care of my morning business and cleaned up just a little before heading for the kitchen. Patrick was still sleeping soundly when I snuck out of the room. Not surprisingly, Maybrook was already up preparing breakfast Handing me a cup of tea and a cinnamon roll, I sat down to watch him work and talk before Patrick awoke. "Maybrook, I was thinking of having that paranormal investigation team Alfred mentioned come to the house." I asked, nonchalantly. "What do you think about it?" He paused before answering, "It couldn't hurt. There have been some odd things happening recently." Just then, Patrick stumbled in, half awake and yawning. Maybrook poured his some tea and then the three of us had a pleasant breakfast in the kitchen, talking about the upcoming holidays. We were suddenly startled by my cell phone ringing. Laughing, I answered it and it was Richard. He said his class work was going well and he thought maybe we wanted to spend Christmas at the manor. I told him I would talk it over with Maybrook as we had no staff. We chatted for a few more minutes, said "I love you" to each other and he hung up to get to school. Maybrook overheard part of the call and thought Christmas here would be a brilliant idea. When I asked about staff, he assured me there were catering companies that we could have come in for any social gathering we might have. Finishing our meal, Patrick and I left to get dressed as Maybrook began making arrangements for decorating the house and hosting a small party. I went to the library to contact Alfred about the paranormal group. He gave me their number and contact person. We talked about what we had found in the chests we had already opened and then said goodbye. My next call was Professor Iverson but he wasn't in quite yet so I just left a brief request for him to call me back. The final call was the paranormal group, called Hudson Valley Paranormal Society. They were headquartered near Poughkeepsie, New York and had been around for about twenty-five years. When the secretary answered, I gave her my name and was immediately connected to the executive director named Wallace Frankle. He was very excited about my call as he had been hearing the latest stories of odd occurrences at Westbridge Manor. Wallace had done some very preliminary digging and knew my name from court records of Aunt Marie's death. I explained that, while I wasn't entirely a believer, I had an open mind. We talked about a possible investigation and you could hear him jumping up and down inside his head. Mr. Frankle, or Ace as he preferred, asked if I had anything happen. I replied just a few odd and unnerving dreams but no real visions or other phenomena. He didn't want specifics until after the initial examination so we set up a date and time and I ended the call. Professor Iverson rang back just as I finished my call with Wallace. Apparently, there was some additional records about Geoffrey Yeats after Quinn's death but he vanished again about one year later. Ivy mentioned the names of Alexander and Johanna Drefuss as being somehow connected to that disappearance. Not wanting to influence him, I withheld my dream about their plotting for Geoffrey to be secreted away from the Quinn's mother's reach. Patrick was sorting though one of the trunks, when he came across a book of old photographs. Some appeared to be from when the house was built and they continued until Carter Oswald's era. Many early images were of the construction progress of the main house and various outbuildings. It showed the gardens being designed and planted as well as craftsmen doing interior embellishments. In most pictures was a tall, thin, fair-haired gentleman ,who must have been Quinn Oswald Sr. and a dour looking brunette, who must have been Elizabeth. Some pictures included the children but others did not. Over the next few hours we found old clothing in shockingly pristine condition, including a beautiful lace covered wedding gown. The clothing would be inventoried and conserved so it was returned to the trunk, A second container held a collection of immaculately created glass paperweights. Many had dates on their bases from prior to 1900. It also held some intricately carved crystal figurines as well as some silver pieces, including candlesticks. Since these items would also be of some historical value, we gingerly placed everything back and decided to contact an antiques dealer. By lunchtime, Maybrook had preliminary plans for Christmas and even a potential guest list for a holiday celebration. His ability to accomplish things in short amounts of time amazes me. By dinner, we already had decorators here with drawings and schemes being presented. Richard called me as I lay in my room that night and said he would be leaving a day earlier since his advisor had signed off on his final work. Patrick came rushing in to say Frank had his last meeting with his thesis advisor. He was practically vibrating with excitement and anticipation. It was amusing to see him that happy as we filled in Richard on the new developments. I said that I would talk to them later and ended the call. Getting him calmed down, I asked if he was staying here tonight or his own room. Patrick promised to try his own bed for the night, kissed, and said "Good night Dad." I am not sure that he even noticed but it made me feel more like a parent than before. PATRICK'S DREAM I walked into the bedroom, unsure of whether it was a good idea to be alone after the last evening. My mind also screamed at me that I called Phillip my Dad and didn't even notice it. Well, it just seemed right. The dream about Phillip and I having unrestrained sex was bothering me since I never mentioned it to him. Being afraid it would happen again, I elected to sleep in the room I had been placed. I never felt unsafe here while Aunt Marie was alive and don't know why I do now. These images and the appearance of the shadow man are truly disruptive but also wildly arousing. I laid on the bed and read for a little period of time until I couldn't keep my eyes open. Placing the book on the nightstand and turning out the light, I pulled the quilt over me and settled into the pillow. Being as tired as I was, I must have drifted off immediately. Within minutes, the shadow formed in the far corner of the room, smiling at the sight of the figure in the bed. An aura of unbridled sexuality began to emanate from the man and spread like a mist over the room. Patrick's idle mind was an easy target for the energy pulsing in the air. He saw Maybrook enter his room and stand along the edge of his bed. Unsure of why, he suddenly realized that he was looking at a very handsome yet mature man. Maybrook was in his early 60's and kept his body healthy even after losing a partner to poor health. As a gay man, he never even considered making any type of overture towards any guest of the manor. Standing 6 feet 4 inches tall, he had broad shoulders and firm body. Bold brown eyes and strong Roman features were framed with a shortly cropped head of dark brown hair with traces of gray at the temples. Standing over the sleeping Patrick, he reached out and tenderly pulled the coverings back to reveal a naked, sleeping, and aroused teenager. Slowly, Maybrook began disrobing, trying not to awaken the vision before him on the bed. His jacket and shirt came off easily in one motion as he unzipped his slacks. Carefully placing his clothing on a chair, he undid his belt sliding his pants and underwear down his firm thighs and stepping out of them while kicking off his shoes. Bending over, his tight ass flexed as he removed his socks and rose to appraise the slumbering Patrick. His 8 inches of dripping manhood stood at full mast twitching in anticipation. Reaching his left hand out in front of him, he wrapped his fingers firmly around the hard teenage dick. Squeezing slightly, he was rewarded with a drop of precum and a small moan of pleasure. Kneeling by the bed, Maybrook placed his lips on the crown and licked it before sucking the shaft into his mouth. Moving up and down at a steady pace, Patrick squired until his eyes opened to a pleasant surprise. Placing his hands on Maybrook head, he encouraged his cock further down the sucking throat. Realizing that his young guest was awake, Maybrook shifted his body into a 69 position allowing Patrick to begin sucking his throbbing erection. The lips were warm and wet and would soon cause his climax before he achieved the ultimate goal. Moving in between the lad's long legs, he rimmed his hole until Patrick was begging to be filled. Placing his huge organ at the entrance, he pushed until the crown broke through. Rewarded with a loud groan, he buried himself completely in the body beneath him. Without waiting for more encouragement, he began fucking with long, firm strokes. The young boy urged him on with moans and words that made him hotter and hotter. Soon, Patrick screamed he was coming and began covering his chest with five thick spurts without even touching himself. As the orgasm hit, Maybrook felt a tightening on his cock and buried himself fully before unloading his own load. All at once, the fantasy was broken and the shadow disappeared as quickly as it had come. MAYBROOK I hardly knew where to begin explaining the experiences I had been having. Phillip was so kind to drop everything to ensure that I was okay that it would have been embarrassing for me. Since Miss Marie's passing, my dreams have been invaded by memories of my late partner, Herbert. We had been a couple for most of the thirty years I have worked at Westbridge Manor. Miss Marie was so understanding that our relationship was neither a secret nor a problem for her. When Herbert died four years ago, I thought my life was over and would never love again. So far I had not found a new love but I also never gave up hope. Once Marie was gone, I was managing the estate for her long-lost nephew Phillip Khant and his partner Richard. Both young men seemed to be responsible and caring especially when they learned of young Patrick's family problems and decided to adopt him as their own son. However, recent unpleasant events had unleashed some dark and disturbing feelings in the manor. Most involved a tall shadow man that could be seen throughout the estate. Some of the staff swore it resembled the portrait of young Quinn Jr. Others weren't as certain but most chose to flee rather than wait and see. This latest occurrence of an enormously sexual dream involving the young boy bothers me to the ultimate degree. Lying in my bedroom alone, I suddenly imagined my ravaging of young Patrick, the former ward of Marie Westbridge-Crowell and now the adopted son of her nephew, Phillip Khant. Yes, he's exactly the type I used to go for at one point, but I gave that up when I met Herbert Franks. I haven't even had sex since his death four years ago. It was as if I wasn't in control of my body. There also seemed to be some sort of shadow off in the corner that I felt was familiar. How can I face Phillip and Patrick in the Morning? Did he have the same dream of was it only me? What is going on in this house? Where were all of the trunks and chests when Miss Marie died and what on earth is even in them? TO BE CONTINUED... If you enjoy this story please visit my other story at http://west.nifty.org/nifty/gay/incest/daryls-enlightenment/