Date: Wed, 30 Oct 2013 08:17:35 -0500 From: Harrison Westbourne Subject: Daryls' Enlightenment, Chapter 2 Thank you for responding to my first chapter of this tale. I look forward to sharing many additional stories with your website. Attached is the second chapter of Daryl's Enlightenment. I hope you enjoy reading it as much as I did writing it. Thank you for your support. AUTHOR'S NOTE: This story is a fantasy involving consensual gay sex between young and older men, as well as love among men. The people in the story do not use protection because diseases do not exist here. In real life, PLEASE USE PROTECTIONN WHEN ENGAGING IN SEXUA 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 Robert VanWerven. 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 DARYL'S ENLIGHTENMENT 2 The next morning, I awoke to discover that snow have heavily blanketed the ground. Since I was on vacation from school, I went to the bathroom and then headed downstairs too get breakfast. Dad was in the kitchen with Nana Jo having coffee before leaving for work; my sisters, I guessed, were still slumbering. "Morning sleepyhead!," said my Dad, acting like nothing had happened last night. Nana Jo kissed my forehead and set a plate of pancakes and bacon in front of both of us. "Eat everything," she demanded. After we finished, Dad kissed me and left for work, while Nana Jo went to work on her latest afghan in the living room. My sisters eventually appeared but then went to their best friend's house. I told her I was going to my room to draw. Back in my room and locking my door, I pulled Dad's diary out from under my mattress. Setting up my pillows, I started to continue reading. The next entry described how confused my father was and how nervous and excited he felt. He didn't know what to expect and was secretly thrilled. His words described the feelings I was currently experiencing; confusion, desire, guilt, and others. It was the next memory that sent my world into a spin. "Dear Diary, Last night, Uncle Jeremy came over to watch me. Nana Jo took my sisters to one of their dance lessons, while Dad had a business party to attend. After they left, we ate dinner and made small talk until my Uncle asked me to show him my latest photos. Since they were in the makeshift basement darkroom, we headed downstairs. Once there, I proudly displayed my latest photographic endeavors. He seemed duly impressed and placed his hand on my shoulder. I don't know why but I felt all tingly and warm. Blushing deeply, I stuttered a "Thank You." Uncle Jeremy leaned down and passionately kissed me again. This time, I voraciously returned it, not understanding what it meant. When we broke the kiss, he smiled and took my hand and led me to my room. After securing my door, he kissed me again while directing us towards my bed. We fell on top of the mattress. Hands roamed over each other's bodies until, finally, words became necessary. He looked down at me and asked if I was really ready for what was happening. Breathlessly, I whispered "Yes." Slowly, we undressed and kissed each exposed piece of bare flesh. Jeremy traced his tongue down my chest, stopping at left nipple, and caressing it until I was squirming and moaning. Moving to the right side, he teased me even further. Continuing down, he nuzzled my navel and then reached aching teenage cock. Using his tongue like a feather, he licked from the base to the tip..." I could not believe what I was reading. My father and Uncle Jeremy having sex. My head was spinning as my body twitched, causing the photo album to fall onto my floor. The loud bang caused me to jump and I looked at the now opened album. As I reached to pick it up, I noticed a color photo of my Uncle Jeremy. Under the photo was the date August 10, 1953. He was naked, laying on a plaid blanket near the same lake where I went to draw. Jeremy was more handsome than I ever thought. Eyes that were bluer than a sapphire looked out under trim brows. A full, kissable mouth was set in a crooked, sexy smile. With his thick, jet black hair and trim VanDyke, he looked like an Olympian God. His chest was covered in swirls of dark hair with a trail leading from his navel downward. Apparently, he had just come out of the water. His tall, lean, muscular body glistened with drops of water. He had an all-over tan, which suggested that he sunbathed nude, The muscles on his chest and abdomen were well-defined, even with the hair. He had a gorgeous six-pack of abs and luscious pecs with large round nipples. Laying sexily across his upper thigh was a cock that seemed to be almost 8 inches and very thick, but still soft. I began to flip through the photo album. Many early photos were mostly landscapes or animals. Some were people I recognized as family and friends that I knew. As I got further into the album, the subject matter took on a more artistic and erotic nature. Picture after picture revealed male bodies in various poses. The pictures included men of all color. Some were partially clothed; others obviously naked. All assortments of body parts were represented. Long, toned legs with clearly defined muscles. Sculpted chests displaying firm pectorals and showcasing a variety of enticing abs. Arms bent to provide the best view of throbbing biceps. Sexily tanned backs running from wide shoulders to narrow waists, while hinting at firm, bubble backsides. Even completely naked and suggestively posed full-body postures, protecting the models' modesty. I was shocked that my father could have taken all of these arousing images. Without even realizing it, my hand began to massage my leaking cock. The images I was viewing were fueling fantasies more intense than anything I had ever experienced. I eventually returned to the shot of Uncle Jeremy and decided to relieve my growing tension. Propping the album against the wall, I started to imagine that I was there taking that image. As I slowly began to stroke myself, I envisioned Jeremy pulling me down onto the blanket. He would kiss me deeply while fondling my body. Removing my own swimsuit, we would both began kissing our way to each other's throbbing erections. As my hand started moving faster using my precum as lube, I closed my eyes, becoming even more involved in my fantasy. At that most inopportune moment, my personal phone rang, shattering my dream-state. It turned out to be my friend Kirk, asking to come over to "see" me. Telling him it was okay, he indicated it would be about 45 minutes, as he just finished shoveling his sidewalks. After being interrupted and way too aroused, I realized I was ravenous. Placing my precious finds into my special hidden drawer, I hurried downstairs to make a salad and sandwich. As I sat down, Nana Jo came in and smiled when she saw what I had chosen for lunch. She made herself the same lunch and sat with me while we ate. We chatted about the gifts I received and if I was ready to go back to school. I told her I was okay about getting back to my education. When we were done, we noticed that the snow had stopped. I got dressed to go shovel the sidewalk for my father. I knew he would not expect me to do it without being told so I decided to surprise him. It was a small step in my ultimate plan to seduce my own father. Kirk arrived as I was about 30 minutes later when I was halfway through the sidewalks. He grabbed the extra shovel from the garage and helped me finish my chore. It probably took longer because he decided to attack me with snow balls from behind. Afterwards, we came stumbling into my kitchen, leaving our coats and boots by the door. Nana Jo thanked Kirk for helping by serving us hot cocoa and sugar cookies as a treat. We finished our snack and headed up to my room. Once behind my closed bedroom door, Kirk spins me around and presses his lean, tight body close to mine. He flashes his thousand-watt smile at me and then kisses me firmly while exploring my mouth with his eager tongue. I return the kiss and reach for his firm ass with my left hand while moaning in pleasure. We clumsily shuffle our way to the bed, turning off the overhead lights in the process. On the way, I fumble with my stereo to put on my favorite oldies station on low. As our bodies fall onto the bed, I reach over and flip on the small bedside lamp for more ambience. I hungrily roll Kirk on his back while slipping my hands under his shirt and tweaking his nipples. He moans and kisses me even harder. Pulling the top over his head, my mouth finds his left pectoral and starts slowly sucking it. His moans get stronger and his hands pull at my own shirt. Flinging our shirts on the floor, he reaches down to wrestle my belt open. I shift to the right nipple, raising my hips to give better access to my pants. Once undone, I begin to slowly kiss my was down his stomach, savoring the taste of sweat and sex. Finally, I reach his jeans and practically rip them open and yank them down, complete with underwear. Clothing has now been scattered all over my floor in heaps. I reach up to caress his chest as I seek his cock. With the tip of my tongue, I tease Kirk by licking slowly up and down. Suddenly his rigid member is engulfed by my warm, hungry mouth. He squeals and thrashes while I vacuum every inch and massage his heavy balls. After a few minutes of this torture, I move to his smooth, hairless asshole. It is winking at me and my tongue seeks out its warmth. He gasps as I make my first delicate swipe over his sensitive spot. "You haven't done that before," he groans. "Are you planning on fucking me?" "No, I plan on ravaging you with my cock until you are completely mine," I giggle. "Are you ready or shall I wait?" "PLEASE!!!!! Don't tease me!" Kirk is almost begging and thrashing wildly on my bed. "Do it now! I need to feel you inside! It's been my dream!" Returning to the task at hand, I continue eating his luscious ass until it is dripping with my saliva. When I'm sure he can't stand any more, I raise his ankles to my shoulders, position my dripping cock at his hole, and slowly press myself forward. A satisfied moan erupts from deep in his throat as each inch disappears in his warm backside. Once I am completely inside, I lean down and kiss him, giving him time to adjust to my cock We kiss for a minute or two and then I feel him began to thrust himself on me. This is my cue to begin loving him in earnest. Never breaking the kiss, I start slow, trying to provide maximum pleasure and duration. After almost ten minutes, we are both panting and groaning so loudly I am sure the neighbors can hear us. "I'm so close, Babe. Let's try to shoot together," he stammers between kisses and moans. "I want us to share it together." "You got it, lover. I'm ready," I stammer as he starts rapidly stroking his cock. His hand and my ass are almost in unison as our noises grow, both in volume and insistence. All too soon, I thrust deeply while unloading in his fiery ass. Suddenly, I can feel his hot cum drenching my chest and dripping onto his own. When our orgasms subside, I collapse on his now sticky body, exhausted and fulfilled. "WHAT got into you? I didn't think we were going to move this fast," he asks once his breathing begins to slow. "You have to see and read what I found in my closet. It had me all hot and bothered before you called. First, I think we should clean up." I gently slide my now deflated dick out of his tight ass, quivering as it exits the tight sphincter. Sneaking across the hall, we jump in the shower, taking care to clean EVERY inch or each other's bodies. Giggling and tickling while drying off, my Nana Jo calls from downstairs that dinners will be ready soon and we need to get clean. Suppressing our laughter, I tell her we will be done soon to set the table. As we get dressed, I pull Kirk in for a kiss and ask if he is eating with us. After calling his Mom and getting permission, we head to the dining room and set the table just as my Dad and sisters return. Next thing I know, Nana Jo and I are bringing in the food and dinner is served. This has been a truly wondrous, glorious day.