Date: Mon, 2 Dec 2013 20:05:50 -0800 (PST)
From: Harrison Westbourne <harrisonwestbourne@yahoo.com>
Subject: WESTBRIDGE SPIRIT: CHAPTER 5

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Brief Recap of Chapter 4 of WESTBRIDGE SPIRIT.

PATRCK'S THOUGHTS (CONTINUED)

Several days later, I was introduced to Phillip and his partner, Richard.
They were both handsome young men and they were truly concerned about my
welfare.  Phillip was so caring and even his family welcomed me with more
love than I have ever considered.  I felt so much better after meeting all
of them and looked forward to my future.  There was only one thing that
frightened me deeply.  I was gay and unsure of how to tell my new family.
Sure, Phillip and Richard were obviously a couple but I wondered how they
would react.  Maybe they might hate me and throw me away.

I didn't have much time to consider the problem.  Phillip and his family
moved me back to Chicago where they lived.  There was a grand lakeside
apartment awaiting us, where I even had my own room.  I was enrolled in a
very prestigious school and my life seemed secure for the first time in my
life.

WESTBRIDGE SPIRIT: CHAPTER FIVE (5)

Richard and I worked extremely hard to make Patrick's adjustment to life in
Chicago as easy as possible.  He had severe emotional issues related to his
family history.  Pat's mother, Janet, and only sibling, an older brother
named Zach, were killed by a drunk driver.  His father, Martin, was injured
and had his cancer discovered at the hospital during his treatment.
Patrick had been staying with Aunt Marie because he had a case of the
flu. His family was going to a movie when they were killed.

When we arrived at the airport, his face went completely pale and he
started to hyperventilate.  After calming him down, I held his hand as we
went through the checkpoints and made our way to the departure gate.
Giving him a valium for relaxation, he sat between Richard and I while we
waited to get on the plane.  Since our reservations were first class, we
had priority boarding privileges.  I sat by the window and Patrick sat next
to me with Richard right across the aisle.  The plane began to taxi for
liftoff and his anxiety returned.  Grabbing his hands, Richard and I calmed
him by reminding him that we would protect him.

Once in the air, he seemed fascinated with the plane.  I let him sit by the
window for a little bit and got him ear phones for the movie, which we
didn't want to watch.  Richard worked on his laptop while I read the latest
pastry magazine.  Landing made him a little jittery but he handled it fine
with both of us there.  Gathering our bags, Walter had arranged for a limo
to take us to our new condominium where all our furniture had been moved
along with whatever additional things we needed.

Patrick was awed by the buildings, the traffic, and the lake.  As we
approached our new home, his eyes got as large as dinner plates. My mother
had hired a live-in housekeeper who would cook and clean for us.  He was a
young graduate student at Northwestern University, named Frank Danvers.
The front door opened and he greeted all of us with a wide smile and firm
handshake.  Grabbing our luggage, Frank directed Richard to our room and
then took Patrick and I to see the room we had for him.

Patrick's room was large and airy facing Lincoln Park.  It was next to ours
and we shared a balcony.  A king-sized bed was against one wall with a
small table holding his alarm clock and a lamp next to it.  On the other
stood a desk with a new computer, a desk chair, and a mirror on the wall
over it.  Next to the bathroom door was a shelving unit with a TV and
stereo system.  He didn't know where to look first as Richard joined us at
the door.

"Is this all for me?"  he asked, not believing what he saw.

"Yes," I said.  "This is your room and everything in it.  All we need to do
is get you some additional clothes."

Patrick started crying and turned his head into my shoulder.  "Why are you
being so nice to me?  You don't even know me?"

Richard put his arm around him and said softly, "We know all we need to
know.  You are a nice young man and we're gonna take good care of you."

"Patrick, this is your home. We want you to consider us your family." I
said reassuringly.

"What do I call you both?"  he asked innocently.

"Our names, silly."  Richard said.  "Unless you decide to change that. It's
up to you."

Frank piped up,, "I hate to interrupt, but I have dinner almost ready."

We put Patrick's duffel bag on his bed and headed into the kitchen.  During
dinner, we talked about the plans for the next few days.  After dinner, I
suggested we all go to La Belle Visage for dessert.  Frank called a cab and
the four of us headed over.  The maitre d' Anthony greeted us as we walked
in and headed for the kitchen.  I had Richard seat them at the chef's table
while I raided the pastry counter for some French Strawberry Shortcakes, a
house specialty.

Patrick had never seen a working kitchen or desserts like those so he
didn't know where to look.  He wolfed it down and asked if he could have
something else.  We laughed and Vicky brought him a Napoleon.  After the
desserts we headed home to start making some decisions about our future.

PATRICK'S THOUGHT'S: PART 2

I almost fainted on the plane.  The noise and turbulence really worried me
but Phillip and Richard did their best to keep me calm.  After we were in
the air, it was actually cool.  Chicago has so many huge buildings and the
lake is enormous.  But the big surprise was waiting for us at the place
where we would be living.  I guess Phillip's uncle and lawyer had arranged
for a larger apartment while everyone was in New York.  We pulled up to a
tall building near a large lakeside park and a doorman gathered our luggage
for us as we went upstairs.

Then came the ultimate shock, Frank Danvers.  He had been hired as a
live-in housekeeper and cook.  Was he ever gorgeous!  I started to get hard
when he smiled and shook my hand.  It was so warm and his teeth were
gleaming white.  Our bags were brought in as Phillip led me to what he told
me would be my room.  I never had my own room and it was huge.  A big new
bed, a desk with a computer, even a stereo and TV.  It was all for me.

Frank made us diner and I couldn't help sneaking looks at him during the
meal, He radiated sex and I wanted some of it.  Frank Danvers was 25
-years-old and a graduate student at Northwestern University.  He had hair
that was the color of ebony which complimented his Mediterranean
complexion.  His crystal blue eyes, full red lips, and trim Roman nose
looked like an ancient statue come alive.  At 6 feet 5 inches tall, his
broad shoulders led to a trim waist over firm thighs.  When he turned
around, his ass was two perfectly rounded spheres you just wanted to grab
and never let go.  I don't know what he had in his pants but his crotch
looked packed.

After dinner, Phillip took us to his uncle's restaurant, where he worked,
for a special dessert, even Frank.  We arrived and a real queen fawned all
of us as we went to the kitchen.  Once there, Phillip brought out these
huge strawberry cakes.  We ate in the kitchen and I couldn't figure out
where to look.  People were running everywhere.  When I finished, I was
still hungry so Phillip gave me something called a Napoleon.  Both were
delicious but extra filling.

Back at the apartment, Frank offered to help me unpack as Phillip and
Richard wanted to head to bed.  They both kissed me and said they would see
me in the morning.  I followed Frank into my room and we put my few clothes
into the closet drawers.  At one point, he was right behind me and I could
feel the heat coming off his body.  Unconsciously, I leaned back into him
and moaned softly.  It felt so right as he wrapped his arms around my waist
and kissed my neck.  I was immediately hard as a rock and already staining
my pants.

He turned me around to face him and took my face in his hands.  Leaning
down, his lips met mine as his tongue probed my mouth.  My hand rested on
his chest feeling his heartbeat.  We stayed like that for what seemed like
forever until he scooped me into his big, strong arms and carried me to the
bed.  Laying me down, he undressed as I watched him, fascinated with each
item he removed.  Once naked, he helped me disrobe and then climbed on top
of me.  His body is so warm and he has a light dusting of hair on his chest
and legs that sends tingles throughout my brain.

Frank moves from my lips to my neck and begins to work his way down my
body.  Everywhere he touches, I feel like I am on fire.  My cock is harder
than it has ever been and it is dripping like a broken faucet.  He traces a
path to my 6.5 inch erection and slowly licks it from base to tip before
gently sucking it into his fiery mouth.  I almost came as I watched his
mouth move up and down my shaft.  Frank was also using his wet fingers to
loosen my ass for what I was sure was the next step.  I had seen his 7.5
inch cock when he undressed and was a little worried about whether I could
handle it.  After the blowjob I received, I was so aroused that I would
have been willing to try a Mack truck, I wanted him so badly.

Sensing I was close, he used his knees to spread my legs as he positioned
himself between them.  Using his saliva as lube, Frank placed the crown of
his organ by my quivering hole.  Pushing forward, I felt him break through
the ring with less pain than I expected.  Moaning, I pushed back, further
encouraging him to continue.  Soon he had every inch in side and was very
slowly thrusting in and out while kissing my neck and lips.  I felt more
alive than I ever had and never wanted it to stop.  After some time, I felt
his hand on my dick stroking me in time to his thrusts.  Four or five
movements later, I was unloading all over both of us and he followed ,
filling me with his enormous load.

Calming down, he pulled out and went to get wet towels to clean us.
Lovingly, he dried me off, and then Frank pulled me into his chest, kissed
my neck, and we drifted off to sleep.  I was happy and fell into the most
comfortable night's sleep I ever experienced.

PHILLIP

I woke up extra early and, after a quick bathroom visit, headed towards the
kitchen for a cup of tea.  As I neared the door to Patrick's room, I
spotted Frank sneaking back to his room. Smiling broadly, I decided to play
a little trick on him.  Coughing loudly, Frank jumped and yelped like a
scared pup.  Turning around, he turned whiter than snow and began sweating.
He started to tear up as he stammered and stuttered to find just the right
explanation.

"Relax, Frank."  I laughed.  "I figured young Patrick might be gay.  He
couldn't take his eyes off you all evening."

His shoulders relaxed as he spoke, "You're not mad.  I find him attractive
and could see us having a future."

Walking up to him, I hugged him and reminded him, "Be careful.  He is only
13 and I don't want him hurt any more.  Okay?"

He nodded and said, "I assume you want some tea.  Come on and I'll make you
a small pot and we can start breakfast."

Arm in arm we continued into the kitchen to prepare our meal.  A few
minutes later, Patrick and Richard came stumbling in looking absolutely
ridiculous.  Kissing Richard and ruffling Patrick's hair, I smiled at him
and said, plainly, that I knew about he and Frank.

Nodding and grinning at him, he ran into my arms and whispered, "You know
I'm gay?  How?"

"Sweetheart, you looked at Frank the way I look at Richard every day."  I
said, kissing his cheek.

Richard joined us and loudly announced, "If you and Frank are going to fool
around, could you be a little quieter?  Phillip and I hardly got any sleep
last night."

We all burst into riotous laughter and finished breakfast.  Showers and
fresh clothes were next on the list.  Richard had classes most of the day
so he kissed Patrick on the forehead and buried his tongue in my mouth
before he left.  Frank reminded me that he had a meeting with his faculty
advisor on his thesis.  Curiously, I asked what the subject was and he said
adolescent sexual and gender identity.  He informed us he would be back
around 3 to start dinner and laundry.

I was smiling as I told Patrick we had some errands to run.  We headed for
my Chevy Equinox parked in the garage and were soon on the way.  He kept
pivoting his head back and forth as we drove.  Everything he saw seemed to
fascinate him, it was really cute.  We headed out on the Kennedy expressway
towards Schaumburg and Woodfield Mall.  Patrick had never been to a
shopping center that huge but it had all the potential places where I
wanted to shop.

Pulling into the lot, we found a spot close to the Nordstrom's entrance and
headed inside.  He asked why we came here and I told him he needed clothes
and so did Richard and I.  Stopping in the Men's department, I selected
several dress shirts and ties along with underwear and socks for Rich and
I.  After putting these items in the car, we went back and walked into the
main section of the mall.

We browsed through various stores until I spotted Abercrombie & Fitch.
Deciding to spoil Patrick, we headed in and I waved over a sales person,
The young man, with a tag that said Ryan, looked to be about 21 and was
very polite.

"Yes Sir.  What can I do for you?"  Ryan asked, smiling broadly.

"This is my son, Patrick."  I replied.  "He needs a new wardrobe but I
haven't a clue about sizes or styles."

Ryan smiled, "That's okay, I can help him find whatever he needs."

Nodding, I told Patrick, "Ryan will get you set up and don't worry about
the cost."  I then looked at Ryan and reminded him, "Make sure he is fully
outfitted.  I'll take care of you when I return."

Patrick's face dropped, "You're leaving me?"

Patting his shoulder, I grinned, "I just have to pick up a couple of
surprise items.  Can't have you tagging along and spoil it, can I?"

As I was leaving, Ryan was measuring Patrick for pants as they chatted
about colors.  It gave me time to pick up a laptop, an I-pod, and a cell
phone for Patrick for school.  Richard had a nephew who had an upcoming
birthday so I picked out a really neat Lego kit for him.  I also selected
two nice watches from Fossil since I knew he didn't have one and got a
compatible one for Frank.  Done with my shopping runs, I took the bags to
the car and headed back to A&F.

As I walked in the store, Ryan and Patrick were stacking things at the
counter.  I looked over everything and decided it was sufficient so we
packed it up and paid the bill.  Before I left, I remembered to slip Ryan
$100 for all the trouble we had caused.  He was so cute when he tried to
refuse but I insisted.  Thanking me, we left with our packages and decided
to get lunch at the Nordstrom Café.

After lunch, we got in the car and headed back home. On the way, Patrick
was extra quiet until I finally had enough of the silence.

"What's up Patrick?"  I asked.

"You spent to much."  he said, sounding like he wanted to cry.  "Why are
you so nice to me?"

Grabbing his hand, I reminded him, "You deserve to be treated nicely.
Don't worry about what I spent."

Calming down, he sighed.  "Okay.  By the way, what are you gonna do with
the manor?"

"I don't know. Richard and I have to talk about it first.  Probably, we'll
keep it and use it for holidays and vacations."

The rest of the way home he kept trying to find out what I had bought in
the mall.  I said it would wait until everyone was at home.  Reminding him
that tomorrow we had a meeting with the school he would be attending, I
said we were going to be in bed early.  Giggling, I then added that he and
Frank probably would beat us there.  He slapped my hand and laughed.
Arriving back at the condo around 2, the doorman gathered our purchases and
sent them up to our apartment.  I parked the vehicle and we got on the
elevator.  Once in our door, I made sure the surprises were locked away in
my bedroom closet until after dinner.

Patrick said he was going to play some online computer games with some old
friends from New York.  I was a little tired and laid down for a quick nap.
As I slept, the dream returned.  This time, however, it was much darker and
more disturbing.  Quinn was riding with Geoffrey through the woods by the
manor checking on the progress of the greenhouse, which was just beginning
to be built.  A young laborer, named Lars, was showing them the progress
until gunshots rang out in the woods.

Quinn was furious as he had been combating a group of poachers on his land.
Sending Lars to fetch help from the manor, Geoffrey and Quinn headed
towards the sound of the gunfire.  Hunting would have been perfectly fine
if the people had approached the family first for permission.  After all,
they did own a sizable piece or wilderness and were concerned for the
neighbors' welfare.

They reached the path nearest the sounds.  Quinn sent Geoffrey one way and
he took the other.  Both men were crack shots since they practiced
together.  Entering the woods cautiously, they were on the lookout for any
strange movements.  Geoffrey had only gone about fifty feet or so when he
heard a shot and Quinn's horse neigh and squeal.  Fearing an accidental
shooting, he raced to where he knew Quinn had entered the woods.

Within minutes, he could see Quinn's horse lying on the ground, moaning
from an apparent wild shot.  The poor animal was going to have to be put
down.  Geoffrey started to tear up at that thought until he say the body
laying crumpled on the ground behind the horse.  Dropping off his saddle,
he screamed and ran over to find Quinn lying twisted with blood all over
his head.  He had apparently hit it on a nearby tree as he fell.  Taking
his lover's head into his lap, he screamed and screamed until Lars heard
and brought more workmen to bring Quinn to the house.

The next few scenes were of Quinn in his room with Geoffrey at constant
vigil.  He fiercely guarded his lover from anyone who came in the room and
prayed night and day. After several days, Quinn opened his eyes briefly,
smiled at Geoffrey and reached for his hand.  Speaking what would be his
final words, he said "Never forget that I love you and only you."  Geoffrey
broke down as Quinn closed his eyes and his breathing slowly stopped.  I
could feel the pain and suffering as though I experienced it myself.  In a
way, I had when I lost Theo eighteen months ago.  My body was shaking and
there were tears in my eyes when I heard Richard enter our room.

TO BE CONTINUED...

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