Date: Fri, 1 Nov 2013 08:12:22 -0500 From: Harrison Westbourne Subject: DARYL'S ENLIGHTENMENT 3 Thank you for your support of my previous chapters of this tale. I greatly look forward to sharing additional chapters with you as well as other categories of stories. Attached is the third installment of Daryl's Enlightenment. May you enjoy reading it as much as I enjoyed writing it. 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 Brief recap of DARYL'SENLIGHTENMENT: CHAPTER 2 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 ringing in the food and dinner is served. This has been a truly wondrous, glorious day. DARYL'S ENLIGHTENMENT 3 After putting away the leftovers and filling and starting the dishwasher, Kirk and I head back to my room. I want to show him the treasures I found. Locking the door for added security, I collect my prizes from their hiding place. Since I want to get him hot and bothered so he'll fuck me, I start with the diary entries. His eyes bulge as he reads the last paragraph, dated June 11, 1953; "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 of my dick, now nearly 7 inches hard. He smiled and said it will most likely get larger then swallowed it in his furnace-like mouth. Swirling his agile tongue all around, he was sucking me as strong as a vacuum. Putting his fingers in his mouth, he got them very wet and began coaxing one at a time into my tight, virgin chute. Moaning loudly, I thrust back, encouraging him to continue. Just when I thought that I couldn't stand any more torture, he moved his face to my asshole and began eating like a starving prisoner. Writhing and begging for release, every nerve in my body screamed for him to finish me off. Suddenly out of nowhere, he produced a tube of something slick and cool and began adding it to my now moistened hole. Crawling up while raising my ankles to his broad shoulders, he softly asked if I was ready to become a man. All I could do in response was moan YES and plead with my lust-filled eyes. Initially, it hurt like hell but he allowed my body to adjust to the delicate invasion of his hard 8 inch piston. Once he felt me relax, he leaned down, kissed me, and moved his hips back until he was almost out. Then without warning he filled me to the brim with increasing speed each time. Over the next ten minutes or so, I only recall the sounds of flesh slapping together and various grunts and moans of pleasure. Every once in a while he added a special twist that hit my prostate at just the right angle to cause by to groan even louder, if possible. Sweat glistened on his chest as our breathing became more ragged. Suddenly, he took my slickened dick in his hand and began to jerk it while increasing his pace "I'm so close. Can we shoot together?" I breathed between thrusts. "YES! Do it with me. I'M CUMMING!!!!!!" he shouted. At that moment, my teenage cum flew everywhere as Jeremy filled my ass with my first load of hot cum. When we were both spent, he collapsed next to me, his deflated invader popping out of my well-fucked ass. Breathing as if we ran a marathon, we lay arm-in-arm with my head on his shoulder and drifted off to sleep. I felt safe, warm, and extremely loved." Kirk was panting as he finished reading that memory. His eyes were filled with lust, passion, surprise and even a little guilt. "Your Dad and Jeremy? Does that mean he's gay? Would you ever do that?" The questions poured out as I now saw fear and panic appearing. What he was thinking I didn't immediately know but I had to calm him somehow. "Yes, they had sex. I don't know if my Dad is gay or not. Why would I do that, I have you." I tried to talk firmly but that last one was a lie. My mind was already planning to get both Dad and Jeremy into my bed. To lighten the mood and ease Kirk's fear, I quipped "Unless you wanted to join us." He chuckled, dropped the diary to the floor and pulled me onto him. "I don't know? Maybe! But I'm not sure I want to share you with someone else, even your hot assed relatives. Besides, I haven't taken your ass for mine yet." We kissed passionately, knowing that the next day we had to return to school. About nine pm, Kirk heading home and I packed my backpack for the following day, set my alarm, and prepped my lunch. Dad came in to say "Good Night" before heading to his own room. Watching him turn around, he was wearing an old pair of sweat pants that molded to his ass like a second skin. Unconsciously, I licked my lips and grabbed my crotch.. Luckily he didn't see. Putting on the oldies station, I pulled back my hand-made quilt and crawled into my toasty warm bed, hopefully to dream. The dream started the same way as the last. I was at my favorite drawing vista when I saw my Dad approaching. He was dressed in skin-tight jeans, white sneakers, and a flaming red short-sleeved shirt, looking more handsome than usual. Standing 6 feet 2 inches, he was trim and defined, with long muscular legs. His chocolate brown hair glowed around his slightly tanned face, while his amber eyes sparkled with an erotic energy. At one point, he stopped and turned his broad back to me, revealing his perfect symmetry flowing down to the finest ass I could ever imagine. I tried calling out to him, but nothing came out. He stood with his back to me and I saw his arms moving in front of him. The next thing I recall was his shirt slowly falling away from his wide shoulders, revealing the most spectacularly formed back. He dropped it onto the small sand beach as he appeared to kick off his shoes. Then his hands fumbled with his pants as he pivoted giving me a better view of his chest. I could see his zipper pulled open and his hands sliding into the jeans. Wiggling sexily, he pushed them completely off and popped them on top of his shirt and shoes. Naked is all his glory, he stood for a moment, stretched, and jumped into the water. I woke up, covered in sweat, with my alarm going off as well as my rock hard morning erection. Never before had I ever had a wet dream and NOW they were about my Dad! Slamming the clock off, I hopped in my shower, shaved, and dressed in my sexiest gray slacks and knit shirt. The emerald color always brought out the flecks of gold in my eyes, or so my mother said. Personally, I think she was a little biased. Grabbing by backpack, I trudged to the kitchen. Nana Jo was already up preparing waffles. Rose floated in wearing a dark blue wool skirt with a sky blue blouse. Following a small groan, Louise appeared, looking like she hadn't slept well. Her tan slacks and cranberry sweater fit her well. They both yawned a "Good Morning" before taking their seats. Nana Jo put our plates down and we began to eat. Five minutes later, Dad strolled in looking like a God in his tan wool suit with a white shirt and cocoa-colored tie. He was SOOOO HOT! I almost had to excuse myself because I started to get hard. Sitting down, we enjoyed the brief family moment before we all returned to the real world. After brushing my teeth, I threw on my heavy coat and ran to meet Kirk at the bus stop. He walked up, looked around, and quickly kissed me as he smiled. "Morning Hot Stuff," he giggled. "Sleep well?" "No! I missed your tight ass and warm body," I laughed back. Cutting the rest of my nasty thoughts off, the bus pulled up and we took our usual seat halfway down on the right side. Smiling at each other like idiots, I started to talk about my dream but our friend Deena was the next pick-up so I waited. She wafted down to our seat with a flowery "Hi Boys" as her greeting. The was Kirk and I were acting, she knew something had changed but now was not the time for interrogation. School was uneventful until lunch. Deena and I had the same period so we met in the cafeteria, bought our drinks and found our normal seats. No sooner had I set down my bag, she loudly said "What's up? Something was fishy this morning with Kirk? Did you two fight?" I sighed. "Just the opposite but keep your voice down." Then in a low, conspiratorial tone, I whispered "WE DID IT!!" Sitting back, I waited for the word IT to register. She got this huge grin and begged for details. The rest of our lunch was my recap of Kirk's and my little adventure. I left out my finding the diary or the revelations about my Dad. It was too much for her to take in all at once anyway. She swore not to tell anyone or let Kirk know I told her and we would talk after school. Gym class was my last for the day. Although I wasn't athletic, I tried to participate as best I could. Most of the guys either knew or suspected I was gay. It didn't seem to bother most of them, except Mike. He was captain of the football team and a world-class dick. In fact, he had a world-class dick. It had to be 9 inches even when it was soft. Mike was about 6 feet 2 inches of pure sculpted muscle from all his football training. His golden blond hair curled at his neck ad complimented the slate grey eyes set under a Roman brow. Thin, sleek nose over full, pouty lips and a strong jaw completed his way too handsome face. Mike is all "macho" and I don't really know what his problem with me was but he scared me. After class and a shower, I almost shit myself when Mike walked up to me and said "We need to talk!" When I blinked and didn't respond, he barked "NOW!" "O-o-o-okay," I stammered, thinking I'm gonna die. He pulled me to the coach's office and said so softly that I asked him to repeat it, "I need your help. My grades in math and history suck. You're a whiz in those classes. Can you help me? My Dad's flipping out and the Coach wants to bench me. Please?" I swear I saw tears in his eyes. Now what do I do I though as my mind raced. To be continued... Hope you liked this chapter of DARYL'S ENLIGHTENMENT. More are on their way along with other categories of tales.