Date: Mon, 9 Dec 2013 18:08:36 -0800 (PST) From: Harrison Westbourne Subject: WESTBRIDGE SPIRIT: CHAPTER 9 I thank you for your continued interest in my stories. This is the ninth 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 8 of WESTBRIDGE SPIRIT MAYBROOK This latest occurrence of an enormously sexual dream involving a 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? WESTBRIDGE SPIRIT: CHAPTER NINE (9) PHILLIP The next morning, Patrick and Maybrook could barely even look at each other. I don't know what happened between them but I won't ask. My sleep was quite pleasant since there were no unusual dreams or weird apparitions during the night. After the last incident, I was grateful for the peace and quiet. If this uneasiness continues. I will say something but right now I am excited because Frank and Richard are due to arrive this afternoon for the Christmas break. We also have Patrick's 14th birthday on December 29th to plan so it will be a busy visit. The house has been transformed into a holiday spectacle one would see in a movie. Lights and pine boughs are everywhere. There's an enormous tree in the large ballroom. Everything inside and out is covered in red, gold, silver, and green for the season. The tree was actually covered in some ornaments that belonged to the Westbridge Family. I couldn't wait to share this with the rest of my family. PATRICK I was so embarrassed when I came to breakfast this morning. After last night, my mind was racing with sexual images. First there was that dream about Phillip and I now it happened with Maybrook. What is going on in this house? I never even entertained the thought of sleeping with either of them. Phillip has been like a father while Maybrook acted like my grandfather. It would be almost immoral and twisted to think of them in that manner. Most disturbing was the prescience of the tall shadowy figure in the far corner of the room. It was somehow familiar and comforting but also mildly disturbing. Throughout the night it actually felt like it was directing or creating the images that I was seeing. That's not possible, is it? Hopefully, once that paranormal group comes here, we will get some answers. It must have something to do with the appearance of all those trunks. On a lighter note, Frank and Richard are coming today. Phillip is excited that he is practically buzzing a the idea of having his husband here with him. I admit that I'm just as anxious to see Frank, partly because I am SOOOOO horny! It's been such a long stretch without him. Even though we only have been fooling around for a short time, it is almost like I'm missing my other half. He means so much to me that I can't live without him around all the time. It will be cool to have everyone here. Uncles Walter and Oliver and Nana Genevieve are going to be here the next weekend. They can only stay until just after New Year's Day so it will be one big celebration for that week. We're staying until around January 10 since my classes start on the 12th and we will need time to relax before I begin school again. Walter said he has already purchased everything I need for my classes, including all my supplies and my uniform. Hopefully, I can get a moment alone with Maybrook to find out if he had the same dream as I did. PHILLIP I went to the library after finishing my meal and began to sort through more of the trunks. There was one ornately carved, ebony hope chest that was inlaid with other rare woods creating a delicate Oriental-themed design. The inner walls were cedar and one section was obviously designed to hold jewelry. In that area were some beautiful rings and many necklaces of various precious stones. A packet of old letters tied up with a delicate lavender ribbon was on top of a pile of rings. Opening the first one, it read as follows: My angel Phillip, I know that you hate my decision to enlist in the war effort but you know how I feel about the events in Europe. My cousin was on the Lusitania when she was sunk and I had to wait to come of age to enlist. That may not seem like a logical reason but I truly cared for Annabelle and felt the need to avenge her death. Please try to understand that I have every intention of coming back to you in one piece. I love you and want to build our life together when I return. My family may not care for our relationship but you mean more to me than anything else in the entire world. Please try to keep your spirits up and I will write as often as possible. All my undying love, Richard The trunk also held an well-worn army uniform of the style of World War I American forces. On the chest were pinned numerous battle medals including a Purple Heart. An absence of any bloodstains indicated the wearer probably survived relatively unscathed. The other letters were written and dated from battles throughout the European continent. One of the most poignant letters revealed that Richard had been honorably discharged following a poison gas attack during a key Allied victory. He promised Phillip that he was to be headed home on the next available transport. Enclosed in that envelope was a faded photograph showing a young man wearing an American soldier's uniform. On the back was written Richard Oswald, London, 1918. I couldn't believe my eyes when I saw the photo. My stomach began to turn and I woke up on the floor with Patrick and Maybrook kneeling at my side. When they asked what happened, I simply held up the picture and hear them both gasp in surprise. Staring out from this image was a carbon copy of my very own Richard. Deciding that I was too upset to continue my searching, Patrick helped me up to my room where I wanted to relax and take a nap. No sooner did I lay down than the room became incredibly cold, so I could see my own breath. My head was still swirling when I noticed the dark fog forming in the far corner near the closet. The longer I stared the clearer the figure appeared to be. After a few minutes, I could clearly see the completely developed shape of Quinn Oswald Jr. Falling into a fear induced sleep, my mind was filled with flashbacks of someone else's memories. These visions included a tearful goodbye between Phillip and Richard. When The couple broke their embrace I was again stunned to see my own face staring at the other Richard. Each of us could have been a long-lost identical twin for these gentlemen. My biggest problem was my not remembering their names in any of the family history books in the house. The rest of the dream showed Richard in battle and Phillip pacing in the house. Just as the dream took on a more sinister tone, I felt a pair of strong arms wrap me in their warmth and soft lips caressing my own. Slowly opening my eyes, I looked up into the face of my Richard and passed out again. Once more, I came around with everyone sitting or standing around the bed with looks of concern on their faces. Realizing where I was, I grabbed Richard and held him tightly as I began to cry. Since I had fainted twice, Maybrook called a local friend who was a physician to examine me. I explained what I had found and dreamt and he stated it was probably just the shock but advised rest. Richard shooed everyone else out of the room and crawled in bed behind me wrapping me in his loving arms. Feeling safe and secure again, we soon drifted off to an uneasy sleep. Later that afternoon, I rose with Richard snuggled tightly against my back. I could feel his breath on my neck and hear him make his little sleeping moans. Carefully getting up to avoid waking him, I went into the bathroom to relieve myself and splash some water on my face. As I stood there before the mirror contemplating the implications of those images, Richard walked in as put his hands on my waist. Turning around, I smiled and kissed him passionately. "Hello sexy." I purred. "Sorry I worried you earlier." "That's okay." he laughed. "Patrick showed me the photo. Could have been my twin brother, huh?" Chuckling myself, I said, "I know that's what disturbed me." Richard nibbled on my neck while mumbling, "I wonder what his Phillip looked like." "You know I think you should be happy with your Phillip." I cooed. Slipping my tongue in his ear, I began unbuttoning his shirt while grinding our crotches together. He moaned and copied my actions as we duck-walked towards the bed. Our shirts slid off onto the floor leaving our bare chests pressed close and feeling the heat between us. I maneuvered him onto the bed as I undid his pants and pushed them to the floor. As he fell on the mattress, I took a moment to ogle the handsome man I was about to ravish. Richard was panting as he looked up at me in nothing but his tight baby blue boxer briefs. He is incredibly sexy just lying there in his underwear. His thick cock is straining to be released as I removed my pants leaving on my gray boxer briefs. I know they drive him crazy so I tease him before climbing on top of him to suck his nipples. My hands massaged his erection causing a huge wet spot to appear of his briefs. He stroked my back as I slowly slid down his shorts revealing his gorgeous 8.5 inches of throbbing manhood. Holding it in my right hand, I kissed my way torturously down his body until I reached the base. My tongue moved all around as I moved up to his thick crown. Drips of precum waited for me to suck them off and then I deep throated him in one swift move. His surprise was apparent by the loud moans coming from deep in Richard's throat. Using my mouth as a vacuum, I pulled him closer and closer to orgasm. Richard squirmed and purred like a kitten as I worked his cock. Moving to his balls, which are medium-sized and shaved, I took one then the other into my hot mouth. Richard spread his legs farther and moaned even louder. Pushing his legs back, he grabbed his knees, exposing his tight asshole for me to molest. Using my tongue and fingers, I attacked his hole until it was dripping with my saliva. Moving between his legs, I placed my hard cock at the entrance and pushed gently. The ring relented and my cock slid easily into Richard's fiery chute. As I reached bottom, his sounds of pleasure were approaching screams as I twisted and pivoted myself inside him. Deciding to make it a long sensuous session, I made each stroke slow and angled just right so I could hit his prostate every time. The momentum built slowly causing his dick to pour sticky fluid all over his stomach with each entry. Richard began thrusting back hard making both of us sweat and pant. Watching his balls, they started to tighten signaling the impending climax so I intensified my motions. Urging him to shoot for me, Richard soon covered his sculpted chest with ropes of cum. As each pulse happened his ass clenched my cock forcing my own orgasm deep inside his bowels. I continued until I was spent and then collapsed on top of him in a sticky, sweaty mess. "That was wonderful. I missed you." he said, still breathing heavily. "So did I. Could you tell?" I giggled. "Let's shower and dress. I'm sure dinner is almost ready." The next few days were filled with Christmas and birthday shopping, party planning, and moving the trunks into one of the unused upper rooms. We weren't going to have much time to finish looking through them until after New Year's. Our society Christmas party was spectacular. Maybrook had made sure that all of Marie's old friends and most of mine attended and that they enjoyed themselves completely. Two days after the society ball was Christmas proper. Patrick had never had a real big family holiday so Richard, Frank and I wanted this one to be special since it was our first. While Maybrook made a special breakfast feast, we took Patrick into the main dining room where the family tree was displayed. It was beautifully decorated and surrounded by colorfully wrapped presents of every shape and size. Before the gifts were opened, Maybrook served us his wonderful meal which was even more spectacular than anything he had ever done before. Acting as gatekeeper, Uncle Walter handed out presents one at a time and we watched the recipient open them. Everyone was thrilled with the gifts and Patrick looked ready to cry. Frank gave his a silver necklace with a heart that had "Patrick" engraved on one side and "Love Frank" on the other. As he put it around Patrick's neck, we all knew this would be a long-term relationship. In return, Frank got a new I-Pad for him to use for his school work. You could see he felt guilty because it wasn't more romantic but Frank loved it. Richard pulled a huge surprise on me with my gift. Handing me a large box, I anxiously ripped off the wrapping to find a smaller one inside. This box also held another box and so on until I revealed a small square box. After having to open nine boxes, I was ready to hit him but he just smiled. I cautiously opened the final box and inside were 2 platinum band with a row of 5 small blue diamonds set in a channel. He took the box, removed one ring, and knelt down before me. Speaking with nervousness in his voice, Richard pleaded, "Phillip Khant. You have made my life so much better than I had ever hoped. I have a family that cares for me, a son of my own, and you to love. Would you do me the honor of becoming my husband for the rest of our lives?" There wasn't a dry eye in the room, even Maybrook quickly wiped his away from his cheeks. Looking into Richard's loving and worried face, I replied with perhaps a bit too much enthusiasm, "Yes I will you big fool." Slipping our rings on each other's fingers, we decided that once Illinois had finalized the new law for same sex marriage we would be married that fall. The rest of the day was feasting, carols, and enjoying the company of family until we all started to yawn and drifted off to our rooms. We were going to be busy since Patrick's birthday was 4 days later and I don't think he was expecting a huge party. PATRICK Christmas was wonderful with Phillip and my family. Yes, they were my family now and I really truly loved each and every one of them. I still didn't know whether to call them by their names or not so I decided to discus it with Frank. He shocked me with a beautiful silver necklace and heart charm. He had engraved "Patrick" on the front and "Love Frank" on the reverse and placed it around my neck. It was almost like being married but I'm a tad young yet. I felt a little guilty because my gift to him was a new I-Pad for his school work, but he loved and needed it. We walked back to our room arm-in-arm enjoying the closeness of each other's bodies. Once at the door, Frank scooped me in his strong arms and carried me into the room like a bride on her wedding night. Placing me tenderly on the bed, he performed a slow, sexy strip tease for me until all he had on were a pair of Calvin Klein boxer briefs. The sheer white fabric could barely contain his hard 7.5 inches that it looked almost obscene. Joining me on the bed, he slowly undressed me kissing each new piece of exposed flesh causing me to twitch and moan. He got me down to only my CK briefs which were tented out just like his. Sucking me through the thin fabric, I was so hot that I wasn't sure how long I would last. Using his teeth, he removed my underwear and began gently sucking me with long deliberate movements. I thought I would explode if he kept going much longer so he changed his plan of attack. Before I knew it, I was shooting my load down his tight throat. Without even giving me a chance to recover and flipping me on my hands and knees, Frank began sucking and nibbling my hole and entire backside. Using his wet fingers, he probed and loosened me until I was clawing at the bed and begging to be filled. Laughing, he pushed his thick cock slowly in a little and started to pull out teasing me, I turned the tables and clamped down hard causing him to moan in pleasure. Two can play a teasing game and he better learn that now. Finally Frank entered me to his pubic bush and twitched his dick to tell me who was in charge. I responded with another tight grip around his dick and the game was on. Pulling out to just the crown, he thrust in sharply eliciting a quick grunt and almost causing me to lose my balance. Resting my head on a pillow, I pushed back to meet him and we soon settled into a nice forceful rhythm. I love how he fucks me when he wants to make me wait for release. It turns me on since he tries not to hit the prostate every time. This makes me want it all the more and, since I had come once already, I knew it would take a little longer. Gradually we increased the pace, matching each other thrust for thrust and moan for moan. My orgasm started at my toes causing them to curl as I covered the sheets in my second stick load. Frank could feel my ass quivering so he buried himself inside and filled me with his cum. Falling on my back, we stayed that way until we could breath more normally and then headed for the shower. Once clean, we switched the sheets and crawled into bed together for a pleasant night of dreams. THESPIRIT For the first time in years, the house is filled with young male couples experiencing the love I shared with Geoffrey. It felt so right and natural that I didn't even have to apply any influence to any of the people. They were all in close committed relationships. I was especially intrigued with Phillip and Richard as they so closely resembled one of my sons and his young partner. When the rings were produced and I heard that they could now get married, I was astonished at how times have apparently changed. It made me smile at the thought of being able to live that openly with someone you loves who doesn't happen to meet society's norms. I was a little concerned, however, because I sensed a slight uneasiness in the atmosphere. It reminded me of my mother's aura but nothing was ever palpable enough to really identify. Hopefully, this feeling won't cause any more mishaps. Geoffrey's spirit is also absent from its usual places. This makes me even more concerned as we could always sense each other no matter where we are. Many of the other spirits here have also expressed their concern about the changes in the feel of the spiritual energy of the house. It was always a pleasant place to roam but lately some portions have become too disturbing to remain for humans or ghosts. We'll have to wait and see. TO BE CONTINUED... I am sorry for what may seem like a lack of sex in this chapter. It was necessary to provide background in preparation for the upcoming arrival of the paranormal investigation group and their discoveries. Also, the negative aura may be causing some potential difficulties in upcoming episodes, so keep reading. Thank you for your continued support and encouragement. If you enjoy this story please visit my other story at http://www.nifty.org/nifty/gay/incest/daryls-enlightenment/