Date: Sun, 17 Nov 2013 02:39:34 -0800 (PST) From: Harrison Westbourne Subject: DARYK'S ENLIGHTENMENT: CHAPTER 7 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 seventh 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 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 Brief recap of Chapter 6 of DARYL'S ENLIGHTENMENT "Do you really forgive me?" I asked quietly. "I shouldn't have slept with Mike. We were looking at the letters from his Dad to mine and we got hot and bothered. You know I love you, right?" He looked up and smiled. "Do you forgive me? Grief is no excuse for what I did. John and I just needed to feel safe and loved. I love you too silly fool." "Is John cute, at least?" I asked sarcastically. "YES! But don't get any ideas. From now on you belong to me." he laughed. We set the alarm clock and snuggled under the covers. I pulled Kirk close to me so I was spooning him and we both drifted off for a few hours sleep. DARYL'S ENLIGHTENMENT: CHAPTER 7 KIRK'S CONFESSION As I drifted off to sleep in Daryl's loving arms, I couldn't help but feel guilty for lying to him. My sleeping with John wasn't just due to grief and it wasn't the first time either. Shocked by Daryl's admission to having sex with Mike, I couldn't bring myself to blame him. Even though I was hurt by the revelation he made, I also knew he was having trouble accepting my slip. My gram's death left both John and I in need of comfort but that wasn't an excuse. John and I were born a month apart and grew up very close to each other. He and I played with Daryl as much as each other. John came from an interracial marriage. His father, Andrew, was African-American and looked like a movie star. My aunt Samantha, his mom, was a former model with her own stunning looks. John kind of got the best of both worlds. He stood 6 feet without shoes with a muscular build from playing football. His eyes were deep brown with a slim nose and full kissable lips. John's skin was a delicate caramel color. He was a very handsome young man. Because we were so close as children, we talked about everything especially once we started puberty. He started to mature a little ahead of me and began telling me what to expect. This included the changing voice, growing hair in odd places, and even sexual feelings. Used to bathing or swimming around our homes, we weren't afraid to be or get naked with each other. He had not been circumcised and I was. I became fascinated by his uncut penis which already measured nine inches. One night shortly after Daryl and I first made love, John stayed at my house while his parents went to dinner with mine. We were alone in my room when he asked if I could make my dick hard yet. I must have looked stunned as I asked why he wanted to know. He said, in almost a whisper, that he knew Daryl and I had fucked around. My face gave it away as I was smiling was too broadly after that night. John asked again about seeing my dick hard. I laughed and told him yeah but only if he'd kiss it. Without saying a word, he crawled between my legs on the bed and began slowly unzipping my jeans. I was instantly rock hard and dripping. "What are you doing?" I asked with fear in my voice. "Doing what you told me," he smiled, flashing his thick eyelashes at me. "You want me to, don't you?" I nodded nervously as he opened my jeans and pulled out my hard cock. Grinning up at me, he wrapped his warm hand on my shaft and gently kissed the head. He moaned then took my dick into his mouth. Slowly he lowered me on my back and finished removing my pants with my dick never leaving his hot mouth. As he began to suck, he undid and removed his pants, revealing his own hard member. Gradually he moved his body so that I has complete access to him. His dick was fully erect and dripping. I stuck out my tongue and tasted it. Once that happened, I was hooked and started sucking just like he was. We both became wildly aroused and sucked each other even harder. This went on until we both erupted in violent orgasms. This began our secret relationship. I felt guilty because I did love Daryl and was lying to him. After what we both admitted about our "one-night stands," I knew that I would have to tell him about John and I. My only fear was that he would hate me for it. DARYL At about 7 am, I heard the alarm buzzing and reached to shut it off. Kirk stirred as he was still pushed up close to my stomach with my morning hard-on pressed against his firm butt. Nuzzling the back of his neck, I said, "Morning, sweet cheeks! We got to shower and dress. Care to join me?" "I'd rather stay here and fuck," he said sleepily. "But you're right. Let's do it." We hopped in the shower, careful to finish as quickly as we could. Neither wanted to start something we didn't have time to finish. Dressing for the funeral, Kirk began to sob softly. I took him in my arms and rubbed his back as we heard a knock on the door. His mom, Helen, was there to see if we were ready and she smiled at the sight of me comforting Kirk. Hugging both of us, I wiped away his tears as the three of us walked to the hotel restaurant. W each had one arm around Kirk and he seemed relaxed. The next few hours brought back memories of my mother's funeral, I fought back tears to be there for Kirk but I know he sensed it. Every so often he reached over and squeezed my hand, slightly smiling at me the entire time. Kirk held me hand throughout the funeral even when he shyly introduced me to his cousin John. Damn, he was gorgeous. Now I had to worry about him stealing Kirk from me. Kirk sensed my tension, squeezed my hand, and gave me his crooked, sexy smile. I knew I was safe. After the service, we attended the reception then returned to pack our things. Kirk asked if he could ride home with my dad and I. His parents kissed us both and told us to behave. Rich smiled and told Kirk he was even allowed to stay overnight at my house. When he mentioned school, Helen said she would drop his backpack off later. Soon we were on our way. As Dad drove, I sat in the back seat with Kirk cuddling as close to me as possible. It felt so right as I saw Dad smile in the mirror. Soon, I noticed the change in Kirk's breathing and he was asleep. I was awake the entire ride home, feeling good with Kirk snuggling against me in my dad's car. Every once in a while I could see my father smile at me in the rear view mirror. Each time, I instantly got hard because he looked so incredibly handsome and sexy. I also knew he loved me more than anything else in the world and I felt safe. The only real problem was I wanted to get him in bed. How could I be lusting after my own father? What about Kirk and our promise to never stray again? I felt like a heel whose dick ruled his every waking moment. As much as I tried, I couldn't push the image of my father naked on his bed out of my brain. It made it very uncomfortable during the long ride home. Especially with my sleeping lover resting on my left shoulder, looking like a fucking angel. Arriving in our neighborhood around dinner, my dad took us for a nice meal before going home. We spent the time listening to Kirk talk about his Grandmother, knowing he needed to talk to someone. After dinner, we got home to find Kirk's bag and clothes waiting for us. Nana Jo gave us some fresh cookies and milk then rushed us off to bed. We climbed the stairs and entered my room after brushing our teeth. Once behind my bedroom door, we slowly undressed each other. Crawling under my sheets, we made love and then drifted off to sleep with me spooning Kirk and holding him close. I was content and never felt more loved or safe. There it was again and even more real and sensual than before. As always it began at the lake with me watching my dad skinny dip before he laid me down on the beach. It continued from there with more intensity and reality than ever before. He reached my hard cock and I could feel his fiery breath. I shook as his tongue traced a path closer and closer to my erection. With his right hand cradling my balls, Dad licked from the base to the tip, swabbing the leaking fluid with a smile. Using his left hand to hold the base, he swallowed me to the bottom of my dick. Sucking in his cheeks, he moved slowly up and down causing me to shake and twitch violently. Moaning and begging for release, I ran my fingers through his damp hair. Just when I though I was gonna lose my load, he moved down to suck on my testicles. His warm breath and wet tongue bathed each of them in volcanic moisture. Stroking my still leaking cock, he moved towards my quivering, virgin hole. Pushing my legs onto his broad shoulders, he gently swept his thick tongue over my chute. I loudly moaned which he took as a sign to proceed and proceed he did. He used both hands to spread me open and bury his tongue deep inside. I swear that he was going to suck my tongue from the back of my throat. He rimmed me until his saliva was dripping from both my ass and his chin. Lifting his handsome face, he smiled and began to position himself between my legs. I never felt more like a slut that this moment. Tenderly, he aimed his hard-on at the entrance and pushed slightly. I gasped as the thick crown pierced my insides and he waited to see if he should go on. Being as horny as I was, I used my ankles behind his back to pull his close and he slid completely in with very little pain. At this point, I was panting and moaning like a whore in church. After a few seconds on heavy kissing, he began to piston in and out of me. Our noises grew both in frequency and volume. I knew I was close and reached to stroke myself off. My alarm clock woke me just as I erupted in my shorts again. Kirk was sleeping on his stomach and roused with the noise. We kissed and then showered for school. Going downstairs, Nana Jo filled us both with a solid breakfast, gave us our homemade lunches, and pushed us towards our school bus. It was just another confusing morning for me. School seemed to crawl by until lunch. Mike stopped by and asked to speak to me briefly. I shrugged and got up to talk privately. "Are we cool? You're not still freaked out?" Mike asked, in a low tone for only our ears. "Yeah," I stammered. "I just didn't want to hurt Kirk or fuck up our friendship. How about you and Steve?" "We talked. He was shocked about my dad but we're okay." He replied. "Oh, by the way, Steve wanted to know if you might pose for an art project he has to do for class. He'd even pay for your time." "Why me? There are better looking people here at school." I answered. "How come you don't do it?" "Well..." Mike blushed a deep crimson. "I have posed but those drawings aren't right for high school." "Oh, those kinds of sketches." I laughed "I can just imagine the fun that was." He laughed and said he would stop by after school to go over our latest history paper. I said cool and returned to my friends. As I was gathering my books to go home, Tom walked up and put his hand up on the locker next time mine. He was accompanied by 3 other members of the football team whose names I wasn't sure about. They stood back as Tom took the lead, looking as if they were scared of being his next target. "So, you becoming friends with Mike, huh?" He growled. "You know he ain't no fag so you don't have a chance." "I'm just tutoring him so he won't be kicked off the football team." I answered, as bravely as I could manage. "Your coach asked me to help." "Well, remember, we don't want you trying to mess around with our friend." Tom said as he got even closer to me. "I'm gonna be keeping my eye on you." Fighting back tears, I closed my locker and ran for the bus. Hopping on, I took a seat way in the back and shrunk into the corner. Praying no one would see or hear me, I softly cried the entire way home. When I got off at my stop, I ran straight up to my room and closed the door. Throwing myself on my bed, I let the tears explode. I don't know how long I was crying until I felt a warm, strong hand on my back. Turning my head, it was Mike. Shit, I had forgotten he was coming over to study. "What's wrong? You ran off the bus like the devil was chasing you." Mike asked, softly rubbing my back. "It's not me, is it? Did something happen at school?" Wiping tears from my eyes, I said quietly "Tom ran into me and told me to stay away from you. He thought I was trying to turn you gay." "I'll kick his ass," he mumbled. "That ass has always been jealous of me. He wants me for himself but I've never even told him I'm gay. I'll take care of it." "No, please don't say anything." I uttered with panic in my voice. "It'll just make things worse. I'll be fine." "But I don't want you being afraid of him," Mike pleaded. "It's not fair to you or me." "If you do anything, he'll just make my life a living hell. Let him just think I'm your tutor and it'll be okay." I said, rising from the bed. "Let's start on the history project. It's due in 2 weeks and we're gonna need a lot of research." Mike mumbled okay and we pulled out our notebooks and started laying out our project strategy. After 2 hours, I ran down and brought up some cookies and sodas as a shack. One more hour of work and Mike yawned, stretching his arms over his head. This caused his shirt to show off his ripped abs. I suggested we work more tomorrow and agreed I would come to his house after he got home from football practice. He gathered his books and I walked him to the front door. Nana Jo came into the kitchen as I was throwing out our garbage. She said Mike seemed nice and was glad I was helping him. I told her it was nothing special and she wrapped me in her caring arms. Heading for my room, I undressed and called Kirk on my private line. "Hi sweet cheeks," I said. It was my little pet name cause his had a cute little butt. "Are you naked?" "Who is this? Are you some pervert?" he responded with a laugh in his voice. "You know who it is, you little flirt." I groaned. "I'm naked, hard, and lonely. Are you?" "I am now, Thumper." Kirk said. He told me I reminded him of the rabbit from Bambi. "Did you miss me or was Mike my replacement." "No one could ever take your place. I love you more than anything else." For about ten minutes, we teased each other while stroking our hard cocks. The dirtier we got , the hotter we became. Soon, we both were reaching the limit and encouraged each other to finish together. As I purred his name over the phone, I heard Kirk gasped and start shooting. That sound and his moans were too much and I followed with my own orgasm within seconds. When our breathing returned to normal, we both said "I love you" and hung up. Sleep came quickly but oddly enough the dream didn't return. When I woke the next morning, I felt incomplete. Maybe it was because I didn't dream but I wasn't sure. Getting a shower and breakfast I headed for school unsure of Tom and his crew would do. I was also afraid Mike would take it upon himself to "handle" the situation. God, why did I tell him anything? I could have made up some story to cover my tears. TO BE CONTINUED...