Date: Sun, 24 Nov 2013 20:29:13 -0800 (PST)
From: Harrison Westbourne <harrisonwestbourne@yahoo.com>
Subject: WESTBRIDGE SPIRIT

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WESTBRIDGE SPIRIT: CHAPTER ONE (1)

The last time I saw Westbridge Manor, I was just one-year-old.  My mother
and I were leaving the estate with the settlement she received from my
birth father's family.  I was the unfortunate result of a one-night-stand
between my mother, Genevieve, and the youngest, playboy son of Nathaniel
Westbridge, named Andrew.  Since my mother was a "mere chorus girl," it
would never do to have that sort of bride for one the "golden boys" of the
Westbridge clan.  So the old man offered my mom several million dollars to
take me and never return.

Nathaniel was a first-class asshole who long ago forgot where his own
humble life began.  He was an illegitimate son of a minor European prince.
After his birth, his own mother was run out of Stockholm with enough money
to get her and Nathaniel to America.  Once he arrived here at the tender
age of five, his mother worked several jobs barely making ends meet.  He
never made it past the sixth grade in school before he went to work to help
his mom.  They were happy even without the benefit of money.

He struggled at menial jobs until becoming involved with a rich New York
City socialite's closeted son, Wilson Matthews.  You see, Nathaniel James
Westbridge, was an attractive young man.  At the age of 13 and standing an
impressive 6 feet 4 inches tall, he had strong, broad shoulders that
tapered to a trim waist and long muscular legs.  His charcoal hair fell
gracefully around his handsome face, curling slightly at the neck.  The
eyes were a very deep shade of green, almost emerald, with golden flakes
that sparkled in the light.  His fine, Roman nose sat proudly above two,
perfectly kissable lips.  His body was physically toned due to years of
hard labor.

Wilson Matthews spotted young Nathaniel while waiting for his horse to be
brought out at the stables where the Wilson family kept their horses.  He
was immediately smitten by the looks and, eventually, the brains of the
tall young Adonis.  Whenever Wilson returned, he requested the assistance
of Nathaniel until he was able to become friendly enough to gain his trust.
Over many months, Wilson played it cool while trying to seduce the very
handsome young man.  Finally the day came when the two were breaking in two
new horses for the Matthews family.  Wilson was thrown off his horse and
Nathaniel stayed with him and treated his wounds.  When help finally
arrived, the family was so impressed that they hired Nathaniel as his
private valet.

As his valet, Nathaniel saw Wilson at his most vulnerable, naked both in
bed and bath.  At first, it caused some mild embarrassment for young
Westbridge.  Wilson was gentle and very compassionate, showing concern for
his valet's personal life.  He even arranged for Nathaniel's mother to work
as a ladies' maid for his youngest sister.  All of these actions made
Wilson a hero in his young employee's eyes.

One day as Wilson was finishing a long, hot bath, he "accidentally" dropped
his towel in front of Nathaniel.  Seeing his employer in the buff stirred
strange feeling in him.  Wilson stood a regal 6 feet tall with an athletic
figure due to years of rowing, tennis, and horseback riding.  His flashing
brown eyes, striking nose, and full lips completed a face that was framed
with a stylish mop of chocolate-colored hair.  Between his strong thighs
was a piece of meat that measured 8 inches soft and close to ten when
aroused.  Nathaniel had never seen anything so beautiful or arousing in his
young life.

Sensing his interest, Wilson approached him speaking softly, "Does my being
naked bother you?"

"Not at all, sir.  I've just never seen another nude man before." Nathaniel
stuttered.

"It excites you ,doesn't it?"  Wilson cooed, as he circled his valet
confidently.  "You can do more than look, you know?"

Nathaniel gulped, "No sir.  I couldn't touch you.  It wouldn't be right."

"Surely, you are not going to deny me your interest.  What if I ask you to
caress me?"  he cooed in Westbridge's left ear.

Shyly, Nathaniel raised his right hand to gently touch his master's rugged
chest.  Electricity pulsed through his body and went straight to his
private area.  Emboldened with his feelings of arousal, his tongue found a
sensitive nipple as his hands roamed over the muscular body before him.
Wilson forced his young pledge to his knees and presented his manhood for
service.  Turned on beyond comprehension, Nathaniel simple took the
dripping organ into his mouth and tried to do his best to please Wilson.
He sucked more and more in his mouth until he reached the base.  Flush with
success, he pursued his ultimate goal and eventually caused a huge climax
for his handsome benefactor.  This was the beginning of their affair.

From this moment on, the two men would fine any reason to be alone with
each other.  Sex progressed and became love after a few months time.  That
relationship led to sexual encounters over many years until marriage became
an issue for Wilson.  Even after his wedding, their illicit affair
continued for several additional months. The young bride, however, walked
into the stables at the wrong moment and exposed the young lovers.  Going
to Wilson's father, she demanded something be done.

At the age of 17, Nathaniel was paid handsomely to "disappear."  Thanks to
Wilson's discreet help, he soon began using his charms on other upper-class
men who had similar tastes.  Over the next few years, he amassed a tidy
sum.  Eventually, he became a confidant and bed partner of an older widower
who educated him in the ways of the upper crust, including social,
business, and sexual mores.  So Nathaniel remained with this man until his
death.  Since there were no other heirs, Nathaniel Westbridge, age 21,
inherited the multi-million dollar estate and the family fortune was born.
He went so far as to create an entire fictional European pedigree,
resulting in his ability to marry well above his station.

The young Mrs. Westbridge, the former Francesca Thorton, was the only child
of a railroad magnate.  They married and developed a family of four boys
and two girls.  Andrew was the youngest and most uncontrollable of the
boys.  He also was almost a perfect copy of his father's physical beauty,
except his eyes were sapphire blue.  That is how I came into this world.

My mother, Genevieve Khant, was a striking beauty.  Her raven hair,
sapphire eyes, red lips, and tall svelte figure made her a natural
model. She worked as a chorus dancer for some of the shows on Broadway.
After meeting Andrew and getting pregnant, she was "persuaded" to leave New
York for the sake of her only child.  We moved to Chicago, where my only
other relative, my uncle Walter, lived.  He was a confirmed "bachelor" who
owned a successful string of restaurants.  Welcoming us with open arms,
Walt helped my mom invest the money so we could live comfortably and
develop a sense of financial security.

My life was very easy and I did well in school.  My private life was a
slightly different story.  I was small for my age, only 5 feet 7 inches
tall and on the thin side.  Although my frame was slight, I had
well-defined muscles and was perfectly proportioned.  My face was symmetric
in its beauty with my hazel eyes, slim nose full lips, and fine jaw line.
People compared my flaxen hair to fields of wheat in the morning sun.  This
along with my fairer complexion gave me an almost Nordic appearance.
Despite my small stature, I had been somewhat generously endowed with a
larger than average penis.

I figured out early in my life that I was attracted to other men.
Something about the muscular bodies and masculine scent made me weak in the
knees and highly interested in being more than friends.  My best mate was a
young man, named Theodore Platon.  He was taller than I at 5 feet 11
inches, but his body was more developed than mine, I found him incredibly
attractive and sexually appealing.  Theodore was friendly enough, but
hardly knew I existed outside of class.

Since Uncle Walt owned restaurants, he taught me to cook at an early age.
I loved it and Mom and I decided I could pursue the idea of becoming a
professional chef.  My uncle and his staff would apprentice me until I
could get into culinary school.  One day while prepping supplies in my
uncle's restaurant, Theodore came to visit me.  We chatted as I worked and
he seemed impressed at my knowledge and skill at cooking.  Uncle Walter
came in and saw that I was well ahead for the evening and suggested I make
my friends and I a quick lunch and then go study.  I quickly whipped up
some salads and sandwiches which we ate at the chef's table.  After placing
the dishes in the washer, we headed to my room to do our homework.

Once there, we took out our books and began to go over the assignments we
had to finish.  The room crackled with sexual tension because every time I
looked up I saw Theo staring at me with a curious smile on his face.  After
this happened several times, I wondered if he might be more interested in
me than I first believed.

Catching his smile again, I asked, "What?  Do I have something on my face?"

"No," he stammered.  "Your face is gorgeous."  He blushed deeply, realizing
he had said too much.  "I gotta go."

I stopped him and said, "Why?  Do I make you nervous?  You didn't say
anything wrong."

Theodore cried, "But I'm gay and ...I think I...love you."

Sensing he was going to break down even more, I wrapped my arms around him
and gently kissed his forehead.  His body convulsed for a few minutes as he
cried and then a miracle happened. The tension in his muscles disappeared
and his arms encircled me.  Looking at me, he placed his lips on mine and
we shared our first incredible kiss.  It was magical and with plenty of
tongue.  I was over the moon with desire and we stumbled to my bed arm in
arm.

"I've loved you for the longest time," I said plainly.  "You acted so
straight I didn't think you even noticed me."

Theo laughed, a wonderful sound, "Me?  Straight?  I thought you were the
big stud.  You seemed to have girls hanging on your every word."

Now it was mine turn to chuckle, "Girls only talk to me because I am a good
listener and give them a shoulder to cry on.  They like the advice that I
give them about their relationships."

We kissed as our hands began to unbutton our shirts.  My hands brushed
across Theo's pert nipple causing a growl of pleasure.  My own chest was
being caressed by his warm, sensitive hands.  Theo nibbled on my ear and
neck as he undid my slacks, Reaching in my shorts, his fiery hands found my
hard cock and slowly gripped it.  I thought I would explode then as I
moaned and tossed my head around.  Careful not to cause me to shoot, he
moved down to remove my pants and underwear in one move.  My dick sprang up
and slapped back to my stomach.  He used his tongue to trace a path up the
shaft to the head then swallowed me whole.

The sensations I was experiencing were out-of-this-world.  Each move up and
down my shaft sent nervous energy to each part of me.  I couldn't control
my movements or voice, Begging and pleading for more, Theo slipped a moist
finger into my hot asshole and I immediately shot my load down his throat.
He didn't gag or spill a drop and sucked until he was sure I was finished.
Crawling next to me, he kissed me and we cuddled for a few moments.  The
aura was broken by my uncle reminding me from behind my locked door that I
had some more prep work to finish.  Theo packed his school bag and we
kissed goodbye as he headed home.

I walked into the kitchen feeling like I was on Cloud Nine.  Uncle Walter
came over and quietly said, "So you finally got the boy you wanted?"

"What?" I said almost fainting.  "I don't know what you mean?"

"Come on.  You can't fool me. I know you love Theo." he said.  "I've seen
you write his name in your notebook.  It's okay.  Why do you think I never
married?"

"But you were engaged.  Mom said so." I stated.

"Yes, I was.  Then I met Oliver and I decided to be happy."

Oliver Lavelle was my uncle's business partner and "roommate."  I never put
two-and-two together to figure out they were a couple.  Ollie, as he
preferred to be called, took care of the business end of things and Walt
took the culinary portion.  The truth was that both their fiancées had
changed their minds at the altars and they decided not to marry at all.
Turns out they had been lovers for over fifteen years at this point.

We talked about Theodore as I did my prep work and Walter started some of
the soups and entrees.  Smiling as I talked, I hoped that Theo and I could
become like Walt and Ollie.  He said it might not be easy but if I was
happy, so was he.  I was concerned about mom and he said she was the one
who first suspected about Theo and I.  Shocked, I asked if she was mad and
he said she just wanted me to be careful and happy.

Theodore and I remained secret lovers throughout high school although our
parents knew and approved.  They all felt we were responsible and not prone
to hurt one another.  As long as we remained happy, it wasn't an issue.
Even some of our school friends became aware of our special friendship but
they didn't seem to mind.  Theo and I were fun and helpful to everyone so
we had very few problems.  Those occasional issues were usually squashed by
other people in our circle so we didn't have to go to the adults.

I completed my high school education early due to advanced placement and
college-prep courses.  Once I graduated at the age of 16, I begged to
attend cooking school.  My chosen area of specialty was hopefully to be in
pastries.  I enjoyed making beautiful things that were sweet and delicious.
With family support, I apprenticed with my uncle and his head chef and
eventually applied to the Cordon Bleu School in Paris to complete my
education.  I enjoyed the classes and did extremely well. Soon I was a
classically trained chef and went to work for one of my uncle's newer
establishments as a pastry chef, my specialty.

At an early age, I learned what my cute face could allow me to do.  Even as
a child, I knew when to put on the puppy dog face or bat my eyelashes to
achieve my goals.  These skills helped as I matured and wanted to further
my ultimate goal of becoming independently wealthy as a world-class chef
and restaurateur.  My instructors were older men who were flattered with
the attention and adoration of such a well-bred young man..  Looks not
withstanding, I never came across as a tease or made false promises.  I was
genuinely interested in these men and sought their advice and help whenever
I could.

Then came the day I met Marcel Bouton.  He was the 35 year-old pastry
instructor under whom I would be specializing.  Handsome as a Norse god, he
stood well over 6 feet 3 inches with massive shoulders from years working
on his family farm.  His muscular chest and narrow waist created a perfect
V silhouette.  With a firm backside and strong thighs, he moved with the
grace of a feral cat on the prowl.  Sexual energy radiated from every pore
of his body.  Facially, Marcel was beyond gorgeous, he was the ideal.
Strong, square jaw, deep-set crystal blue eyes that sparkled in any light,
a slim nose with a slight bump in the middle, and full, red lips.  He
sported a neatly-trimmed beard with attached mustache that framed his mouth
and accented hic jaw to perfection.  All of this beauty was surrounded by a
mass of ash blonde hair, with gentle curls, that was very often in a messy
state due to the heat of the kitchen.  I wouldn't know for almost a year
what he held in the rather large bulge in his slightly too-tight slacks.

As the specialty classes progressed, I noticed Marcel spent slightly more
time working with me closely on my techniques.  He was always eager to put
his large hands on mine to demonstrate a better way to do something.  His
warm body pressing against my back and his packed crotch by my ass made is
difficult to concentrate at times.  You could just feel the heat and sex
emanating from his every pore.  He was sex personified and didn't seem to
even understand how hot he was.  His throaty voice with his lilting accent
would cause anyone's mind to race and blood to boil.

After completing my first year, I returned home to my family and Theodore.
He and I were inseparable most of the summer.  One day, I received a
telegram that Marcel Bouton was coming to Chicago for a world-wide pastry
competition. He required an assistant and wanted to know if I was
interested.  It was unheard of for a mere student to assist but I jumped at
the opportunity.  I could earn bonus credits plus spend time with my
mentor.  Theo wasn't pleased but he understood.

The competition turned out to be very stressful and I ended up sleeping
most nights at Marcel's hotel room in his spare bed.  One night, we came
home quite late and it was simpler to stay rather than me trying to travel
back-and-forth.  After one extra long evening, Marcel had over-indulged in
some celebratory wine since we easily made it into the finals.  He was
drunk as I managed to direct him back towards his suite.  Collapsing on the
bed, I removed his shoes and socks before starting on his shirt and tie.
Suddenly, he grabbed me and passionately kissed me with lots of tongue.  I
was shocked but aroused and returned the fiery lip-lock.  His hands groped
my crotch as he moaned in my ear.  Sensing my unspoken consent, he moved to
undress me and kiss his was slowly down my torso.  Each time his lips
touched my body, fireworks exploded behind my eyelids.  I had never been so
energized in my young life.

Anxiously, I waited as Marcel approached my pants.  With his teeth, he
unbuckled my belt and unzipped my slacks.  His tongue search my underwear
waistband until it found the crown of my already dripping organ.  That is
when his lips took over and in a slow, torturous fashion slid down the
length of my shaft.  I was so close that he almost got a huge load in the
first few moments.  Continuing to pull my clothing off, he sucked harder
and harder until I couldn't resist.  Yelling that I was cumming, he pulled
back to the tip and swallowed volley after volley of cum without a missed
drop.

TO BE CONTINUED...

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