Date: Sat, 21 Dec 2013 20:33:05 -0800 (PST)
From: Harrison Westbourne <harrisonwestbourne@yahoo.com>
Subject: DARYL'S ENLIGHTENMENT: CHAPTER 11

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Enlightenment.  May you enjoy reading it as much as I enjoyed writing it.

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Brief recap of Chapter 10 of DARYL'S ENLIGHTENMENT

Quietly cleaning up my mess, I pulled the bathroom door closed and snuck
back to my room.  My mind was reeling over the scene I had just witnessed.
Uncle Frank never even seemed like the sort of man to enjoy sex with
another man.  I knew about my father's history but he hadn't mentioned any
of this to me.  It was one of the hottest events I had ever witnessed
except my recent orgy with Steve, Daryl, and Kirk.  I began to wonder if
Uncle Frank might be willing to engage his young nephew in some alone time
or maybe even a threesome with Dad.  It gave me something to dream about as
I drifted off to sleep.

Back in Frank's room, the two men recovered from their endeavors and
wrapped themselves in each other's arms.  As they lay there, one thought
entered both their minds until Michael had the nerve to say it.

"Do you think he saw us?"  Michael asked his brother.

"Sure I do," Frank answered.  "Why do you think I never oiled the bathroom
door?"

Michael laughed, "So he saw.  Wonder if he'll want to join us next time?"

"We'll make sure he does. I'd love a crack at my hunky little nephew."
Frank said.  "If that's okay with you."  Michael nodded and the duo soon
fell asleep in each other's arms.  The smiles on their faces were echoed by
those on young Michael's face in the other room.

DARYL'S ENLIGHTENMENT: CHAPTER ELEVEN (11)

MIKE

My Dad and Uncle Frank having sex was one of the most erotic visions I had
ever seen.  It reminded me of the adult magazines I had stashed in my
closet at home.  The big difference was there might be a chance I could
join them.  As I crawled in bed, my mind drifted off into dreams of being
in a threesome with the handsome men in the other room.

DARYL

Steve and I were in the garage rec room playing video games when Kirk
showed up with John in tow.  He had a way of understating how good
something was and he certainly did that with his cousin.  John was a wet
dream on two legs.  His caramel colored skin and classic features would
make anyone's knees weak.  He had the most piercing brown eyes I had ever
seen.  Something about the way he carried himself made him seem even
sexier.  The best thing was he was totally oblivious to the way his looks
affected those around him.

Steve and I had both turned to greet them and I heard Steve utter "Fuck!"
barely above a whisper.  I knew he was thinking the same thing about John
that I was.  Kirk came forward and introduced him to both of us.  For the
next couple of hours, we took turns challenging each other at the various
games.  I ran to the main house around noon to grab some sandwiches my Nana
Jo had made for us.  With chips and sodas, we ate lunch and chatted about
school and other things.

When we were on a rest break between games, I decided to chat with John.
"John, I am sorry to hear about your mom." I said between bites.  "I'm sure
she will be okay.  Feel free to come over any time while you're here."

"Thanks.  It's nice not to have to sit and worry all the time." he replied.
"By the way, I am sorry about what happened in Milwaukee."

"It's forgotten.  I do understand." I stated.  "Besides, I know Kirk loves
me."

We played a few games of pool and then John said he was expecting a call
from his Dad so he was heading home.  Kirk got up and John told him to
stay.  Steve offered to walk with him since he had some chores around his
house to do.  The two of them left Kirk and I alone in the loft room.

Laughing, I nudged Kirk, "Do you think anything will happen there?"

"I don't think so."  Kirk chuckled.  "Steve is way too in love with Mike to
fool around without him here."

We sat on the couch listening to music and kissing until Nana Jo buzzed us
for dinner.  Kirk called his house to see if he could stay and was told
yes.  I asked him to invite John but he had gone over to Steve's after his
call. We both smiled and sat down to eat dinner.  As part of the normal
conversation, Rose mentioned she had seen Tom riding around the
neighborhood with a brand new ten-speed bike.  I began to wonder how he was
getting along now that Steve and Mike were a public item.

TOM AND THE MYSTERY MAN

Once again I missed getting much time alone with Mike. If he wasn't with
Daryl, he was hanging around the art-boy Steve.  I figured that those two
were more than friends so I guess I don't really have a chance .  Summer
vacation was going to be boring with no boyfriend to date.  My father got
me a new bicycle so I spent a lot of time riding around the neighborhood,
It helped keep me in shape for football and helped my ass look ultra
spectacular.

I was out by the lake one day where I had seen Daryl sketching when I
decided to take a bit of a rest.  Pulling into a small shaded area near the
shore, I sat down to enjoy the day when I first saw him.  He was across the
lake from where I was partially hidden by trees.  It was as if a Greek God
had come down to earth and only I could see him.

He was standing on a small sand beach near a cove so he wasn't directly
exposed.  Without fear of being seen, he had stripped naked to swim in the
lake. His body was tanned from years of nude sunbathing.  Wouldn't do to
have a fine young man ogle him with a tan line, after all.  The boy thinks
he can't be witnessed where he is but he had been watched him riding in.
Just the stranger's type and he intended to have him.

Standing at 6 fee 4 inches tall, years as a marine gave him a superb
physique with broad shoulders, ripped abs, firm thighs, and ass like
granite.  His short, blond, military hair cut kept him looking more
youthful than his 35 years.  Piercing green eyes could melt the heart of
anyone he wanted to bed, man or woman. There had been plenty of both but,
truthfully, he preferred teenage boys.  Something about their newfound
strength and sense of discovery made them irresistible to him.

Tom found himself staring and practically drooling at the sight before him.
His cock became hard the instant he first saw him.  The man was walking
with a sense of confidence that boys Tom's age just didn't have.  Rinsing
the water from his body, he stood in the sun and stretched before lying
down on a small quilt he had placed on the sand.  Before doing so, he
appeared to nod in Tom's direction and his heart leapt.  Did he see me?
Does he know I'm watching?

Deciding to take a chance, Tom walked his bike slowly through the trees on
the path that led to the other side of the shore.  Tom couldn't help
wondering what would happen when he got close but he couldn't stop.  Taking
his time, his dick was harder than it have ever been and was dripping like
a leaky faucet.  In the small shorts he was wearing, it was actually
uncomfortable and caused his balls to get squeezed, He was more nervous and
sweating as he approached the cove where this god was reclining.

Trying not to be noticed , Tom deliberately walked slightly farther than he
needed to before hiding his bike and sneaking back.  Creeping through the
undergrowth, he was extra careful about making too much noise.  He managed
to get close enough to see the man without being seen, or so he thought.
The body was reclining lazily on a sun bathed patch of sand.  Sex radiated
from the prone figure and Tom secretly wanted to touch him when he heard a
voice.

"If you want to do more than look, you can." the stranger said.  "I won't
bite, unless you like it."

Stunned, Tom practically tripped over his own feet trying to stand up.  Not
knowing whether to run away or go forward, he elected to be brave.  His
hands trembled and his palms sweat as he inched towards the masculine
voice.  Raising up on one arm, the stranger looked into Tom's eyes and
smiled.  His teeth were bright white and made Tom's knees weak.

"Hi" croaked Tom, trying not to stare at the man's crotch.

"Hi yourself.  I'm Ian."  he said, standing up and putting out his hand.
"What's yours?"

Tom sputtered, "What's my what?"

Laughing, Ian cooed, getting closer, "You name, handsome/"

"T-t-t-t-tom." he finally managed to squeak out.

"Hi Tom," Ian said as he pulled Tom into his arms and pressed his full lips
into a full French kiss.  Ian could feel the young man give in to his kiss
and press himself against his naked flesh.  Pulling him even closer, his
free hand slipped down the back of Tom's shorts to find no
underwear. Smiling, he grabbed the firm cheek and gave it a hearty squeeze.
Tom moaned and quivered under the hot hand on his ass.  Backing up just a
step, Ian began by removing the thin shirt from his prey.  Exposing the
bare chest, his hands moved up to caress and tweak the tender nipples and
admire the taut muscles of the back.

Moving them over to the quilt, Ian knelt down in front of Tom and slowly
undid his shorts.  Slipping them down the firm tanned thighs, he released
the aching organ that was throbbing with anticipation.  For a 14 year-old
boy, his dick was impressive, 8 inches and thick.  Ian bent it down until
he was able to take it in his mouth.  Tom got weak in the knees as the warm
orifice surrounded his dick.  Moaning in pleasure, Ian slowly sucked up and
down wanting to make this blowjob last as long as he could.

Tom, being only 14, knew he wouldn't last very long.  This man was an
expert in oral pleasure and he was going to make him shoot very soon.
Struggling to resist the temptation, Tom finally muttered he was close and
Ian just increased his efforts.  A few more movements and he was rightly
rewarded with a warm load of boy cream.  Worn out by the heat and the suck
job, Tom collapsed onto the quilt ending up lying next to Ian.

Ian stroked his chest and kissed his was teasingly down the hot teenage
form towards his ultimate goal.  Avoiding the hyper-sensitive cock, he work
under the testicles to tease to perineum.  Moaning, Tom pulled his knees up
to his chest exposing his tight hole.  Smiling broadly, Ian spread the
cheeks with his hands and dove into the warm ring.  His tongue felt like a
snake as it flicked in and out of Tom's quivering butt.  Pushing back on
his invader, he was silently hoping that Ian would fill him with something
bigger.

As if reading his mind, Ian moved between the boy's legs, he placed the
crown of his cock by the gateway and pushed.  After a small degree of
resistance, the muscle relented and let him inside.  Tom groaned and pushed
back encouraging a deeper, fuller fuck.  Accepting the invitation, Ian
settled into a steady but forceful rhythm and Tom took it in stride.
Touching his sweet spot on almost every move, he was dripping copious
amounts of precum and squirming uncontrollably.

Due to his age, Ian had a bit more stamina than Tom, but this boy's ass was
making that difficult.  He was practically insatiable and was taking a
pounding most men would have shied away from getting.  If anything, Tom was
fucking back just as forcefully and wantonly.  Twenty minutes later, Ian
felt his orgasm building and shifted his angle to make each thrust more
intense.  Tom felt his second cum shot start in his toes and soon he
covered his chest with thick ropes of boy juice.  With his climax, his ass
clamped down on Ian's dick causing him to empty his load into the hot young
stud.

After recovering some degree of composure, Ian picked up Tom and jumped in
the lake to clean off.  They played for a few minutes until Tom thought he
heard his name being called.  Looking up, he saw Rose, Daryl's sister,
standing across the lake.  He dove under the water, not surfacing until he
felt he was safely out of sight.  Dressing quickly, he kissed Ian on the
lips and ran for his bike.  Ian lay there hoping they would see each other
another time.

DARYL

John called the next morning as I finished working with my Nana Jo on the
rose garden.  He asked if he could stop by because Kirk had a dentist's
appointment to get a tooth pulled and would be sleepy when he came back.  I
told him sure just give me twenty minutes to clean up from gardening.
Taking a quick shower to get rid of the sweat and dirt, I slipped on a part
of nylon running short over briefs and a short sleeved shirt.  Running down
to the kitchen, I made some tuna salad for us to eat and overstocked the
small mini fridge in the rec room.

Almost to the minute, John arrived wearing a pair of cut off jean shorts
and wife-beater T-shirt.  His skin contrasted with the colors of the
clothes making him seem even hotter.  I had spoken to Kirk the night before
and he gave me permission to "do what I wanted" with John.  We laughed when
he said that John told him I was hot.  Not that I expected anything, but
it's always better to be prepared for any event.

Introducing him to my Nana Jo, we headed up to the game room.  I had
stocked the tuna, bread, chips, and a toaster upstairs already.  There was
also soda and Kool-Aid.  Starting with some pool, he talked about the hot
weather and Kirk's dental work. It seemed that he really wanted to open up
about something else so I gently probed.  After the third game, I handed
him a coke and walked over to sit on the sofa.  He joined me and I decided
to push the envelope.

"John, I know we haven't know each other long," I began.  "Something is
definitely bothering you.  We can talk if you'd like."

Starting to cry, he said, "I'm just scared.  This is my mom's second bout
of cancer.  We had hoped she was safe the last time 5 years ago.  It
doesn`t look too good this time."

Pulling him into my arms, I said, "I am sorry.  You know, I lost my mom a
little over a year ago in a car crash.  I get how scared you are."

John just held me tight and cried until I sensed he had fallen asleep.  Not
wanting to disturb him, I sat there holding him and eventually dozed off
myself.  I awoke to the feel of soft lips being pressed against my own and
a hard organ pressed on my leg.  My eyes opened to see John's beautiful
face inches from mine.  He was moaning and pushing his body to mine.
Wrapping my arm around him, I returned the kiss with lots of tongue.

Breaking the kiss, I stopped him, asking, "Are you sure about this?  I
don't want to take advantage of you."

"It's okay," John answered.  "Kirk and I talked about it and he said it is
okay."

Returning to kissing, our shirts were soon removed letting our hands roam
over naked flesh.  His body was not overly muscled but beautiful in its
form and symmetry.  I stroked his pert nipples and bit his earlobe.
Rewarded with a loud moan, John reached for my pants and slid them down my
legs revealing my clean white undies.  Moving his head down my body, he
used his lips to tease me through the thin fabric.  Pushing my crotch into
his face, I slowly moved my underwear down releasing my cock.

John smiled and licked up and down before taking it in his fiery mouth.  He
knew what he was doing and I just laid back and relaxed.  Working my dick
with skill and passion, I quivered every time he moved his lips.  Thrusting
up to meet his mouth, I was struggling to last but knew that would be
futile.  After only a few minutes, I felt my climax start and tried to warn
John.  Mumbling what sounded like never mind, he didn't even miss a beat
and sucked harder.  I unloaded and he swallowed every drop without
spilling.

Crawling up to lay next to me, we kissed and cuddled for some time.  My
stomach growled causing us to laugh and shake.  Getting up, I slipped on my
shorts, washed my hands and offered him lunch.  Working together, we made
the sandwiches and set up the table for lunch.  Chatting over our meal,
John kept rubbing his foot against my thigh.  Finishing our food and
brushing our teeth, I returned to the sofa and dragged John with me.

I started to hug him close to me as I gently stroked his hard-on through
his shorts.  He smiled and leaned in for a kiss.  His body felt warm and
comforting against my skin.  Moving to his neck, I pulled his fly open and
reached inside.  His thick, uncut 7.5 inch cock was as hard as steel in my
hand.  Stroking it firmly, precum dripped down the shaft and my hand.
Leaning over, I took his dick in my mouth and sucked my way to the base.
Moaning and holding my head, John forced more into my mouth.  Slowly rising
up, I established a nice smooth pattern as I showed off my oral skills.

TO BE CONTINUED...

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