Date: Sun, 8 Dec 2013 06:38:01 -0800 (PST)
From: Harrison Westbourne <harrisonwestbourne@yahoo.com>
Subject: WESTBRIDGE SPIRIT: CHAPTER 8

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Brief Recap of Chapter 7 of WESTBRIDGE SPIRIT

My phone rang as I climbed into bed and it was Richard.

"Are you naked?" he growled at me.

"I certainly am, you pervert."  I laughed.  "Is someone horny?"

"You know I have trouble sleeping without you.  I want to fuck you silly."

Reaching down to stroke my cock, I asked him, "Tell me what you want to do
to me."

"I want to push you on the bed and ram my cock up inside until you scream
so loud you wake the neighbors."  he answered, as I could hear him stroking
himself.

The filthy talk continued with each of us getting hotter and hotter the
longer we went on.  We were both panting and grunting as we headed to the
same destination.  After a few minutes, I could hear Richard exploding on
his end and it sent me over into my own climax.  As we both regained our
composure, we laughed and wished each other sweet dreams.  Hanging up, I
cleaned myself and turned off the lights and went to sleep.  For some odd
reason, there was no dream or abnormal event.  Little did I know that I
wasn't alone in the room. Standing in the corner was a shadowy figure just
watching me sleep and smiling with love in his eyes.

WESTBRIDGE SPIRIT: CHAPTER EIGHT (8)

The figure watched me sleep for several minutes before slowly, quietly
approaching my form.  Reaching out with its hand, I shivered as a ghostly
finger ran down my cheek.  The chill caused me to awaken and for a split
second I thought I saw Quinn standing over me.  Apparently, the sight must
have caused me to scream since Patrick came rushing into my room with a
terrified look on his face.

"Are you okay?  I heard you scream."  he said panting.

"I...I...I'm okay.  Just thought I saw something or someone."

His face turned whiter than pure cotton, "You saw something too!!!!!"

Crinkling my brows, I asked confusedly, "What do you mean too?

Saying that he had falling asleep quickly due to jet lag, Patrick went on
to describe a truly unpleasant dream.  It began in what was now library but
apparently used to be a dining room at one time.  There was a severe
looking woman dressed in black eating breakfast while angrily talking to a
dark-haired man in a tan sport jacket.  The clothing was from an era close
to the original age of the house.

"You have got to figure out a way to get rid of one or both of them.  I
know the will has been changed and the fortune should be mine."  the woman
almost screamed at the gentleman.

"Look, Elizabeth.  It's not that simple."  he began.  "He has children and
a paramour.  How many of them do you mean?"

Elizabeth fumed, "ALL OF THEM!  It's my money!  Once my Maxwell was gone,
it all should have come to me!"

"I can't kill an entire family, plus Quinn and his lover.  Even an accident
of that scale would appear suspicious."  he attempted to explain.

"I know he left that fairy lover of his something but it's mine."
Elizabeth shrieked.  Then changing tactics, she cooed, "I realize, Ulysses,
that you can't get rid of the children but you can deal with those two
abominations."

Ulysses replied shakily, "Not at the same time.  I can deal with Geoffrey
later.  Quinn must be first or he'll find someone else to live his life
with him."

"How?  It must look accidental."  Elizabeth reminded him.

"I thought we could arrange a stray gunshot from some "poachers" on your
property.  You know how mad he's been about that lately."  Ulysses stated
plainly.

"Yes," Elizabeth laughed.  "He's so high and mighty about rules and morals
while he fucks his young valet."

Patrick said that was when he heard me scream.  I asked him if he normally
recalled that much of his dreams and he said no.  For some reason, every
detail seemed burned on his brain like a tattoo.  Both of us decided to go
to the kitchen for a quick drink.  Once downstairs, we drifted into the
dark library. We both shivered as remembered elements of the dream flashed
through our heads.

I walked to the desk and picked up the Oswald family history book and
started flipping through it.  Coming across the family tree, I noticed the
name Elizabeth as being that of Quinn's mother.  It was connected to a
second husband by the name of Ulysses Guyverton.  She had remarried four
years after the death of Quinn Sr.  My blood ran cold as I showed the tree
to Patrick and he turned pale.  Closing the book, we returned upstairs.

"C-c-c-can I stay with you?  I don't want to go to my room alone." Patrick
asked shakily.

I nodded and we went to get his pillows and extra blankets before moving to
my room.  Once there, Patrick locked the door and put a chair under the
handle before cautiously crawling next to me.  I pulled him close and he
rested his head on my shoulder until his breathing fell into the rhythm of
sleep.  Hearing his slumber, I smiled and slowly drifted into dreamland
myself.

THE DREAM

As we slept, the shadow figure returned to the corner.  Slowly it coalesced
from the fog and mist until anyone could plainly see who it was.  It was a
young Quinn Oswald Jr.  He smiled at the sight before him in his bedroom,
not knowing that they were more father and son than lovers.  Recalling the
many nights of love Geoffrey shared with him in this room, Quinn's sexual
energy radiated throughout the room like an early morning fog.

Phillip was holding Patrick as one might comfort a child with a nightmare.
The spirit energy seeping into his slumbering brain was causing so many
impure thoughts to enter his mind.  He saw Patrick lying naked on the bed
stroking his hard teenage erection and staring at him.  The thick organ was
dripping precum and Patrick's fingers were sliding in and out of his tight
asshole.  Leering at Phillip, he continued to pleasure himself and began to
beg to be fucked.  The sight became to much for the slumbering Phillip to
resist and he approached the prone young man.  Removing the fingers, they
were soon replaced with a hard throbbing erection as Patrick squealed in
delight.  The bodies writhed and gyrated like two dogs in heat as the room
filled with the noises of sex.

Quinn's shadow watched as the two bodies fucked like wild animals.  His
smile grew the longer the sex continued.  Phillip was screwing hot, young
Patrick with full force as he screamed encouragement.  Pulling almost
entirely out and slamming back in, the young boy's hole was used as each
wanted more.  Stroking his dick faster and faster, the couple soon reached
a crescendo and both men experienced orgasms more intense than they had
ever known possible.  At that instant, the alarm clock rang breaking the
spell and causing Quinn to vanish in a puff of smoke.

PHILLIP

I awoke from a disturbing dream involving Patrick and I having animalistic
sex.  A shadowy figure was standing just out of my range of vision.  It
felt as though it was directing the action I was seeing.  Looking on my
left was Patrick, sleeping soundly with no hint of disturbance on his face.
The sensations were so primal and intense that I have never in my entire
life encountered them.  Now I was beginning understand the events happening
in this house.  I decided, at that exact moment, to contact the paranormal
team for any sort of help they could provide.

Heading for the bathroom, I took care of my morning business and cleaned up
just a little before heading for the kitchen.  Patrick was still sleeping
soundly when I snuck out of the room.  Not surprisingly, Maybrook was
already up preparing breakfast Handing me a cup of tea and a cinnamon roll,
I sat down to watch him work and talk before Patrick awoke.

"Maybrook, I was thinking of having that paranormal investigation team
Alfred mentioned come to the house." I asked, nonchalantly.  "What do you
think about it?"

He paused before answering, "It couldn't hurt.  There have been some odd
things happening recently."

Just then, Patrick stumbled in, half awake and yawning.  Maybrook poured
his some tea and then the three of us had a pleasant breakfast in the
kitchen, talking about the upcoming holidays.  We were suddenly startled by
my cell phone ringing.  Laughing, I answered it and it was Richard.  He
said his class work was going well and he thought maybe we wanted to spend
Christmas at the manor.  I told him I would talk it over with Maybrook as
we had no staff.  We chatted for a few more minutes, said "I love you" to
each other and he hung up to get to school.

Maybrook overheard part of the call and thought Christmas here would be a
brilliant idea.  When I asked about staff, he assured me there were
catering companies that we could have come in for any social gathering we
might have.  Finishing our meal, Patrick and I left to get dressed as
Maybrook began making arrangements for decorating the house and hosting a
small party.

I went to the library to contact Alfred about the paranormal group. He gave
me their number and contact person.  We talked about what we had found in
the chests we had already opened and then said goodbye.  My next call was
Professor Iverson but he wasn't in quite yet so I just left a brief request
for him to call me back.  The final call was the paranormal group, called
Hudson Valley Paranormal Society.  They were headquartered near
Poughkeepsie, New York and had been around for about twenty-five years.
When the secretary answered, I gave her my name and was immediately
connected to the executive director named Wallace Frankle.

He was very excited about my call as he had been hearing the latest stories
of odd occurrences at Westbridge Manor.  Wallace had done some very
preliminary digging and knew my name from court records of Aunt Marie's
death.  I explained that, while I wasn't entirely a believer, I had an open
mind.  We talked about a possible investigation and you could hear him
jumping up and down inside his head.  Mr. Frankle, or Ace as he preferred,
asked if I had anything happen.  I replied just a few odd and unnerving
dreams but no real visions or other phenomena.  He didn't want specifics
until after the initial examination so we set up a date and time and I
ended the call.

Professor Iverson rang back just as I finished my call with Wallace.
Apparently, there was some additional records about Geoffrey Yeats after
Quinn's death but he vanished again about one year later.  Ivy mentioned
the names of Alexander and Johanna Drefuss as being somehow connected to
that disappearance.  Not wanting to influence him, I withheld my dream
about their plotting for Geoffrey to be secreted away from the Quinn's
mother's reach.

Patrick was sorting though one of the trunks, when he came across a book of
old photographs. Some appeared to be from when the house was built and they
continued until Carter Oswald's era.  Many early images were of the
construction progress of the main house and various outbuildings.  It
showed the gardens being designed and planted as well as craftsmen doing
interior embellishments. In most pictures was a tall, thin, fair-haired
gentleman ,who must have been Quinn Oswald Sr. and a dour looking brunette,
who must have been Elizabeth.  Some pictures included the children but
others did not.

Over the next few hours we found old clothing in shockingly pristine
condition, including a beautiful lace covered wedding gown.  The clothing
would be inventoried and conserved so it was returned to the trunk, A
second container held a collection of immaculately created glass
paperweights.  Many had dates on their bases from prior to 1900.  It also
held some intricately carved crystal figurines as well as some silver
pieces, including candlesticks.  Since these items would also be of some
historical value, we gingerly placed everything back and decided to contact
an antiques dealer.

By lunchtime, Maybrook had preliminary plans for Christmas and even a
potential guest list for a holiday celebration.  His ability to accomplish
things in short amounts of time amazes me. By dinner, we already had
decorators here with drawings and schemes being presented.  Richard called
me as I lay in my room that night and said he would be leaving a day
earlier since his advisor had signed off on his final work.

Patrick came rushing in to say Frank had his last meeting with his thesis
advisor.  He was practically vibrating with excitement and anticipation.
It was amusing to see him that happy as we filled in Richard on the new
developments.  I said that I would talk to them later and ended the call.
Getting him calmed down, I asked if he was staying here tonight or his own
room.  Patrick promised to try his own bed for the night, kissed, and said
"Good night Dad."  I am not sure that he even noticed but it made me feel
more like a parent than before.

PATRICK'S DREAM

I walked into the bedroom, unsure of whether it was a good idea to be alone
after the last evening.  My mind also screamed at me that I called Phillip
my Dad and didn't even notice it.  Well, it just seemed right.  The dream
about Phillip and I having unrestrained sex was bothering me since I never
mentioned it to him.  Being afraid it would happen again, I elected to
sleep in the room I had been placed.  I never felt unsafe here while Aunt
Marie was alive and don't know why I do now.  These images and the
appearance of the shadow man are truly disruptive but also wildly arousing.

I laid on the bed and read for a little period of time until I couldn't
keep my eyes open.  Placing the book on the nightstand and turning out the
light, I pulled the quilt over me and settled into the pillow.  Being as
tired as I was, I must have drifted off immediately.

Within minutes, the shadow formed in the far corner of the room, smiling at
the sight of the figure in the bed.  An aura of unbridled sexuality began
to emanate from the man and spread like a mist over the room.  Patrick's
idle mind was an easy target for the energy pulsing in the air. He saw
Maybrook enter his room and stand along the edge of his bed.  Unsure of
why, he suddenly realized that he was looking at a very handsome yet mature
man.

Maybrook was in his early 60's and kept his body healthy even after losing
a partner to poor health.  As a gay man, he never even considered making
any type of overture towards any guest of the manor.  Standing 6 feet 4
inches tall, he had broad shoulders and firm body.  Bold brown eyes and
strong Roman features were framed with a shortly cropped head of dark brown
hair with traces of gray at the temples.

Standing over the sleeping Patrick, he reached out and tenderly pulled the
coverings back to reveal a naked, sleeping, and aroused teenager.  Slowly,
Maybrook began disrobing, trying not to awaken the vision before him on the
bed.  His jacket and shirt came off easily in one motion as he unzipped his
slacks.  Carefully placing his clothing on a chair, he undid his belt
sliding his pants and underwear down his firm thighs and stepping out of
them while kicking off his shoes.  Bending over, his tight ass flexed as he
removed his socks and rose to appraise the slumbering Patrick.  His 8
inches of dripping manhood stood at full mast twitching in anticipation.

Reaching his left hand out in front of him, he wrapped his fingers firmly
around the hard teenage dick.  Squeezing slightly, he was rewarded with a
drop of precum and a small moan of pleasure.  Kneeling by the bed, Maybrook
placed his lips on the crown and licked it before sucking the shaft into
his mouth.  Moving up and down at a steady pace, Patrick squired until his
eyes opened to a pleasant surprise.  Placing his hands on Maybrook head, he
encouraged his cock further down the sucking throat.

Realizing that his young guest was awake, Maybrook shifted his body into a
69 position allowing Patrick to begin sucking his throbbing erection.  The
lips were warm and wet and would soon cause his climax before he achieved
the ultimate goal.  Moving in between the lad's long legs, he rimmed his
hole until Patrick was begging to be filled.  Placing his huge organ at the
entrance, he pushed until the crown broke through.  Rewarded with a loud
groan, he buried himself completely in the body beneath him.  Without
waiting for more encouragement, he began fucking with long, firm strokes.
The young boy urged him on with moans and words that made him hotter and
hotter.  Soon, Patrick screamed he was coming and began covering his chest
with five thick spurts without even touching himself.  As the orgasm hit,
Maybrook felt a tightening on his cock and buried himself fully before
unloading his own load.  All at once, the fantasy was broken and the shadow
disappeared as quickly as it had come.

MAYBROOK

I hardly knew where to begin explaining the experiences I had been having.
Phillip was so kind to drop everything to ensure that I was okay that it
would have been embarrassing for me.  Since Miss Marie's passing, my dreams
have been invaded by memories of my late partner, Herbert.  We had been a
couple for most of the thirty years I have worked at Westbridge Manor.
Miss Marie was so understanding that our relationship was neither a secret
nor a problem for her.  When Herbert died four years ago, I thought my life
was over and would never love again.  So far I had not found a new love but
I also never gave up hope.

Once Marie was gone, I was managing the estate for her long-lost nephew
Phillip Khant and his partner Richard.  Both young men seemed to be
responsible and caring especially when they learned of young Patrick's
family problems and decided to adopt him as their own son.  However, recent
unpleasant events had unleashed some dark and disturbing feelings in the
manor.  Most involved a tall shadow man that could be seen throughout the
estate.  Some of the staff swore it resembled the portrait of young Quinn
Jr.  Others weren't as certain but most chose to flee rather than wait and
see.

This latest occurrence of an enormously sexual dream involving the 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?

TO BE CONTINUED...

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