Date: Wed, 25 Dec 2013 18:26:28 -0800 (PST) From: Harrison Westbourne <harrisonwestbourne@yahoo.com> Subject: WESTBRIDGE SPIRIT: CHAPTER 11 I thank you for your continued interest in my stories. This is the eleventh 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 stories at INCEST /DARYL'S ENLIGHTENMENT http://nifty.org/nifty/gay/incest/daryls-enlightenment/ ADULT YOUTH / THE RUNAWAY AND THE DRAG QUEEN http://nifty.org/nifty/gay/adult-youth/the-runaway-and-the-drag-queen Brief Recap of Chapter 10 of WESTBRIDGE SPIRIT FRANK Patrick was so worried about Phillip and even the boys that he was practically buzzing with nerves. I left Richard in the library talking on the phone to Walter as I gently guided my lover up to our room. He needed a distraction and I had what I was sure would be a perfect one. Patrick is so adorable and caring, not like any other man I ever knew or dated. I can't explain what I am feeling except to call it love. It may sound silly because we've only known each other for a short time but I believe it is real. Once in our room, I took Patrick in my arms and kissed him long and passionately. He moaned and pressed his young body against mine. I could feel his erection rubbing on my thigh and it made me even harder and more excited, Never in my life have I ever felt this way about someone so much younger than myself. My greatest hope was that this wonderful boy cared for me in the same way. I would be crushed if he didn't love me like I do him. WESTBRIDGE SPIRIT: CHPTER ELEVEN (11) FRANK Patrick loves the feel of my arms around him and shows me by moaning and grinding against me. I just continued kissing as we walked over to the bed. Easing our bodies down, we undressed each other with a tenderness and love that surprised me. His young body turns me on more than I can explain as I kissed his tender nipples. Patrick squirmed and moaned under my hungry mouth. My warm hand had already begun stroking his hard throbbing organ causing small puddle of precum to form on his stomach. Greedily I lapped up every drop as I moved further down his body to the base of his cock. Using my right hand, I held it firmly while my lips caressed the knob before sliding down slowly to the base. Rewarded with more groans of pleasure, I moved up and down, increasing the speed and suction until he moaned he was cumming. Pulling back to the head, I swallowed each and every sweet drop as he filled my mouth with his cream. With his last body spasm, I moved my hard-on up to his waiting lips. Eagerly, Patrick took it in and sucked on it greedily. Sliding in and out, I was also using my moistened fingers to loosen his tight boy pussy. He moaned at the initial intrusion but soon was pushing back on my hand. When I felt he was ready, I moved between his thighs and entered his fiery tunnel making sure it was providing the right amount of pleasure. His ass was squeezing tightly as I reached bottom and swirled it around a bit. Patrick loved to be fucked and moaned when I pulled out to start my rhythm. He met each forward thrust with a small grunt and a glazed look of desire. I was very close after giving him so much attention earlier but strove to last as long as I could. Patrick used his muscles to milk me to a shorter than expected orgasm deep in his ass. We lay that way for several minutes recovering from our heated action just relishing the closeness of each other. Giving him a deep tongue kiss, I gently withdrew and dragged us to the bathroom to shower. In the bathroom, we played and kissed until we were clean then dried each other thoroughly. Not bothering to put on anything, we simply crawled under the comforters and snuggled close drifting off to sleep after only a few minutes. PHILLIP Thanks to Mr. Grant, we were escorted to an early morning emergency court hearing for us to talk to a judge. Frank, Patrick, Richard, and even Maybrook had chose to attend to provide any character references that we might need. We entered the room and rose as the Honorable Judge David Pastor entered and took his seat. The new assistant state's attorney presented what limited information they had found on Kyle and Campbell Jeffreys and their plan to place them in foster care. "Your honor, I represent Phillip Khant and Richard Oates, the young men who found these boys. They would like to petition to become their foster fathers." he said forcefully. The judge decided to interview each of us on the stand and I was called first. State's attorney Chasen asked me directly, "Is it true Mr. Khant that you wish to become the guardian for these boys? What do you feel are your qualifications?" Speaking clearly, I responded that we hade found these boys abandoned at a roadside restaurant. Kyle had been injured slipping on the ice and I comforted him during the medical treatment. He wouldn't speak to anyone without myself or Richard present and we got him to reveal the location of his younger brother. I also pointed out that last year, we formally adopted young Patrick, who was a ward of Marie Westbridge-Crowell. He appeared to be adjusting well to being with us and could provide more evidence of our suitability. "Ah, yes. I believe that I signed off on that adoption. So sorry I didn't recognize your names." the judge commented. After a few questions for both attorneys, Richard was interviewed next. He repeated the same information and insisted that the boys would be better with us because we could keep them together. Indicating the ring on his finger, he informed the court that he and I would be married as soon as our state had finalized the updated laws. Being an only child, he understood the importance of trust and felt the boys trusted us more than anyone they had met so far. A couple of additional remarks and he was dismissed. Frank was called since he worked and lived in our household. Although the nature of his relationship with Patrick was omitted, he spoke candidly of how much we loved each other and doted over Patrick. Being a student of adolescent psychology, he was able to bring a clinical viewpoint into how well he felt the boys would thrive in our care. After he finished, Maybrook was interviewed as an additional employee and character witness. His testimony echoed what had been said by others except he felt that we were far better qualified than some individuals he had known. Eventually, Patrick was called to speak with the judge privately in his chambers. Looking nervous, Alfred assured him all he had to do was be honest but avoid his involvement with Frank. Following the bailiff, he left the courtroom and we waited while they conversed. Finally, Kyle and Campbell were taken to see the judge as well. He spent the longest time with them making certain that they understood what was going on concerning them and their future. After what seemed like an eternity, Judge Pastor announced he was resting for one hour to think over his decision. One hour later, the bailiff called us back into the courtroom and we rose once more. The judge entered and took his seat, giving no outward indication of what he intended to say. He than declared that he had reviewed the given statements as well as the intake interview with the hospital social worker. Informing us that the mother had been located in a psych ward for attacking several individuals at a local liquor store. It was not her first offense and her parental rights had already been in the process of being terminated, which he did, effective immediately. More importantly to us came the best part of his entire ruling. "Well, after reviewing the previous case, reviewing their family history, and talking with the boys," he began, "I have decided to grant the petition for custody of Kyle and Campbell Jeffreys to be placed in the care of Phillip Khant and Richard Oates." "Thank you, sir." Alfred said graciously. The judge continued, "I know you live in Chicago, so I have already had my clerk forward the necessary paperwork to the family courts there to ensure the proper legal requirements are in force. Now, that is my ruling, so I'll have Kyle and Campbell brought out to you and you can take them home. Good night and good luck." We thanked the judge for his decision and waited for the boys in the lobby. When they saw us sitting there, both boys ran over and threw their arms around Richard and I. Both them boys were crying and squeezing us for dear life. Getting them back into the limo, we went back to the restaurant and had a nice dinner before returning to the manor. We even stopped at an all-night superstore to pick up some additional clothing since we couldn't get the neighbor to allow us to retrieve their belongings. The police said they would go obtain those items tomorrow with a court order and ship those items to our Chicago address. Once at the manor, Patrick and Richard helped settle them into a quick bath and then put them in a room next to Richard and I. While they were busy, I phoned Uncle Walter and informed him of the new arrivals. Although shocked, he said we could stay with he and Oliver until we could locate a larger place for all of us to live. My mom chimed in that she was excited to see her new grandchildren. I told them we were leaving a few days early to make the adjustment easier for the boys. After that was over, I joined Richard and Patrick with Kyle and Campbell. Both were very nervous so I agreed to stay in their room until they fell asleep. Lying on the bed with one boy on either side, we all soon fell into a deep sleep. A few days later, Maybrook sent us off to the airport with a big breakfast and some homemade cinnamon rolls for the trip. I was impressed that he had been able to organize our return trip with such speed and efficiency. He looked sad to see us go but I assured him I would be back to review the results from the paranormal investigation. I also asked him to keep me abreast of anything that might occur and, if he needed to leave for his own safety, he could without repercussions. His well-being was more important than the house and he needed to understand that idea. Our new voyage home as a larger family began with excitement and anticipation. A NEW FAMILY UNIT Arriving home, we were met at the airport by Uncles Walter and Oliver and my mother Genevieve and Daniel. We had to send Patrick and Frank ahead so that the boys wouldn't be overwhelmed. By the time the baggage had been gathered by Walter's personal butler, Mark, we had the boys ready to meet the rest of the family. Mom was wonderful with them as she hunkered down to their level and talked very sweetly. They seemed to warm up to her and Oliver was just as charming with them while Walter and Daniel looked on protectively. Gathering everyone in the limo, we headed over to Walter and Oliver's house for the night. He had contacted a real estate agent who had found several potential homes for the increased size of our family. Kyle and Campbell were a little surprised at the size of the place until I explained it belonged to Walter. They asked where we were gonna live and I said we'd figure that out in the morning. Mom and Oliver settled them into bed so the rest of us could relax. Once the boys were asleep, all the adults gathered around the table to discuss the living arrangement. Mom and my stepfather, Daniel, had their own apartment but it only had one extra bedroom, which Daniel's son, Aaron, stayed when he visited during his visitation stays. He was the only child Daniel and his former wife, Sarah, had. Walter and Oliver had plenty of room and would have loved the company of children but I wanted to be on our own turf. Our apartment wasn't really large enough for all of us, even if Frank slept with Patrick in one room. We had already contacted Donna Brandt, a real estate agent and lesbian friend of Walter's to help us. She arrived early the following morning with a large book of listings that she thought would fit our family. As we searched through them, it became evident that too many of the locations were outside the city proper. Since I worked downtown and Richard went to the University of Chicago, we really wanted to stay in the city limits. Also Patrick had just been enrolled in the Greenbriar Boys Preparatory School so we wanted to stay close by. Just then, she discovered a listing for the only other apartment on the floor of the building where we lived. It was available and the condo guidelines allowed for a consolidation of the spaces provided the board approved the plans beforehand. This meant we would own the entire floor and be able to configure it any way we wished. Jumping on that listing, she submitted a reasonable offer and within a couple of hours was accepted. Now we had to locate an approved architect and have plans provided for the board's review to have our new home. It was decided that we would remain with Oliver and Walter while construction was being done. Patrick was set to begin school and we had to have Kyle and Campbell tested to see where they would start. Both turned out to be highly intelligent and soon were enrolled in the same school as their big brother. Frank was going to move in full-time and was due to finish his Master's Thesis and would now be an associate professor at the university. Because Frank would be working more outside the house, we decided to arrange for a new live-in housekeeper. Construction began in earnest two months later following numerous meetings with the condo board. We planned for 2 large master suites, 1 large room for the boys and 2 additional bedroom plus the other requisite amenities. Paying extra for early completion, the architect made certain that there were few delays or modifications that would slow the process even further. By the time we reached October, the renovations were finally complete and we moved in right before Halloween. Our new live-in was another young college undergrad, 21 year-old Collin Dawson. He was pursuing his degree in hotel management so our job was helpful in several ways It was wonderful since both the restaurant and home life was going so smoothly. How much longer could things go on like this? I was afraid to even think about it as we held a small, family moving-in celebration in our new living room. In the corner of the room was a dark cloud hovering near the ceiling. It had followed us ever since they had the New Year's Eve party at the manor. So far it was just observing the events of the couple that first attracted its attention. Quinn's spirit was watching over the boys as well but even he didn't sense the evil lingering in the air. He was focused on the love being displayed within the walls of this home. The changes were initially very small, almost insignificant. Things like misplaced keys, lights going on or off, strange sounds and sudden chills in some places. Most could be easily dismissed as overactive imagination or misinterpretation, even bad memory. As the weeks went on, the took on a more sinister and unsettling turn right around Christmas. The most upsetting event so far had been the destruction of the new glass ornaments bought for our new tree. The boxes were unwrapped and found to be shattered in millions of little pieces. This occurred twice before we had intact decorations ready to hang. Lights continued to flash on and off with impeccably poor timing, usually when it was most dangerous. Up to this point, no one had been hurt but I was getting quite worried. Receiving a call from the Hudson Valley Paranormal Society (HVPS), I arranged for them to bring their results here so I could review them. Jackson Rhebus entered the room and immediately fell into a trance. He had been unaware, until recently, that he was psychic and now functioned as a medium also. Placing him gently on the sofa, he spoke in a flat, steady tone revealing that there were a least two spirit energies in this apartment. One, he was very certain, was loving and protective but the other, he felt, was much more angry and potentially harmful. WINDY CITY PSYCHIC SEEKERS This meant another investigation but they didn't have any of their detection gear. Ace called a local group, the Windy City Psychic Seekers, to conduct the study. His college roommate ran the group for the last ten years and was more than willing to help out. He brought his gear and two additional crew since some of his people were unavailable. Here is a rundown of those individuals: 1) Wesley Powell -- Director and founder of WCPS -- 49 year-old married, psychology professor -- Father of 2 boys and 1 girl -- Resident of Schaumburg, Illinois 2) Bridget Hawks -- 2nd year graduate student and electronics specialist -- Doctoral student in electrical engineering -- 25 year-old single female from St. Louis, Missouri -- Confirmed lesbian 3) Gavin Zylitch -- 1st year graduate student and computer specialist -- Doctoral student in computerized physics -- 24 year-old involved male from Louisville, Kentucky -- Confirmed homosexual in a 6 year relationship Wes and his group were thrilled to be reunited with Ace and the other members of the HVPS. This would be the first cooperative investigation between them and it looked to be intriguing. We moved back to Walter's home for a few days, allowing the researchers full access to the space without our intrusions. Ace had briefed Wes and his crew about the events recorded at Westbridge Manor. He went so far as to mention the fainting episode and related dream his two crew members experienced. No one would be going into this project without being prepared for any potential occurrences. Neil and Zach poured over historical research of the building site and personal information about the former residents. This was standard procedure to see if there might be any lingering energy from past events or individual auras. They came across two reports of fatal accidents that occurred during the construction of the building. Both were rather odd and unexplained with little or no reason yet discovered. Jackson, however, felt these events had nothing to do with the spiritual energy he was detecting. The team completed their work after four days and vacated our home for us to return. We really wanted to know what they discovered but it would need to be analyzed before they could present it. So life went on as though nothing off was happening in our home. None of us felt anything different except the craziness of adjusting to the new dynamic of our much larger family. MAYBROOK When Phillip and his brood left the manor, I was secretly terrified for their safety. Not knowing how to express that I contacted Ace of the HVPS to give him my concerns and impressions. One thing I neglected to mention was the slight dark cloud that appeared to be following the limo as it pulled away. The air at the estate did seem to lighten but why was that mass tailing the vehicle. I hoped that nothing unpleasant followed my loved ones. There would be nothing that I could do to stop it. Richard called me to check on my welfare but I sensed he really needed to talk. After the pleasantries finished, I inquired how the family was getting along. His voice changed, especially when he talked about the renovated condo. Something was quite right but nobody could figure out exactly what it was. When he mentioned the HVPS coming in, my blood became like ice. I knew at that moment what that dark cloud was and what it might be planning. Saying farewell, I immediately phoned Ace on his private line to explain what I had seen. He was shocked but promised to handle it with help from friends in Chicago. How I hope that he and his friends can help my family. They deserve to be deliriously happy. TO BE CONTINUED... This chapter was necessary to provide background for the return of the paranormal investigation group and their discoveries. Also, the negative aura may be causing some of the potential difficulties in upcoming episodes, so keep reading. I also want to say that I will be back to this story soon as I need to return to my other story for a little bit. 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