Date: Fri, 24 Jan 2014 14:41:44 -0800 (PST) From: Harrison Westbourne <harrisonwestbourne@yahoo.com> Subject: DARYL'S ENLIGHTENMENT: CHAPTER 13 Thank you for your support of my previous chapters of this tale. I greatly look forward to sharing additional chapters with you as well as other categories of stories. Attached is the thirteenth installment of Daryl's Enlightenment. May you enjoy reading it as much as I enjoyed writing it. AUTHOR'S NOTE: This story is a fantasy involving consensual gay sex between young and older men, as well as love among men. The people in the story do not use protection because diseases do not exist here. In real life, PLEASE USE PROTECTIONN 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, using the email address: 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 liked the other parts of this story, please check out my other tales: ADULT YOUTH / WESTBRIDGE SPIRIT / THE RUNAWAY & THE DRAG QUEEN http://nifty.org/nifty/gay/adult-youth/westbridge-spirit/ http://nifty.org/nifty/gay/adult-youth/the-runaway-and-the-drag-queen Brief recap of Chapter 12 of DARYL'S ENLIGHTENMENT TOM Smiling at me, he said, "You know, after our little tryst," he laughed, "I called your father that very evening." We both giggled and finished almost the entire pizza. The waiter came over and put the remainder in a take-home box before leaving the bill. Pulling out the cash Dad left, I paid the check and we headed to the car. On the drive home, I kept sneaking looks at my uncle until I couldn't wait anymore. "We could entertain ourselves in my room for a little before Dad gets back." I said, trying not to sound too horny. He reached over and took my hand. Ian smiled and nodded as we pulled into the drive. DARYL'S ENLIGHTENMENT: CHAPTER THIRTEEN (13) TOM After parking my car in the garage, we entered the kitchen and hung our coats in the laundry room. Uncle Ian pulled me close for a long, passionate kiss while grabbing my ass firmly in his hot hands. All I could manage was to moan and push against him. We broke apart and walked hand-in-hand towards the stairs that led to my room. Reaching my door, we entered and closed it tightly making certain the central alarm was set. Wrapping me in his arms again, he backed me slowly to the bed while using one hand to undo my shirt. His skin was hot as lava against my quivering flesh, especially my erect nipples. My shirt was thrown to the floor followed quickly by Ian's. The hair on his chest sent even stronger twinges throughout every part of me. All I could see in my mind was the magical afternoon at the lake. Sitting me on the edge of the mattress, he began to slowly strip himself. I was panting and drooling as each perfectly molded section of his body came into view. In the dim light of my room, he was more stunning and spectacular than the first time. Once naked, he squatted in front of me to remove my shoes and socks, stopping to suck each toe until I was virtually begging to be taken. Teasingly, he worked his large hands up my legs reaching my waist and removed my belt while sucking on my pert nubs. Using his tongue, he kept my boiling point moving closer and closer to the climax without going over. The slacks were the next thing to be seductively eased down until I lay there with a huge erection covered by a thin pair of briefs. An enormous wet stain from all my precum had formed and was getting larger as he continued to tease me. He saw this and attacked it with his volcanic mouth, sucking both the fabric and my rod into him. Sliding one hand up to my chest, he tweaked and pinched each nipple while placing his other hand under my ass. Grabbing my shorts from the back, Ian whipped them down and devoured my cock in one swift, skilled move. I almost lost my load then and there as he sucked up and down my shaft. When my balls became the target, I reclined fully and pulled my legs up at the knees. Hoping to encourage his journey, I moaned and wiggled to attempt to direct him further down. Taking my subtle hint, his tongue slithered down to my rosebud and feasted like a sailor lost at sea finding food. I swear it was even longer and wetter than I remembered. Adding a finger or two as he ate, my hole soon became prepared for the imminent invasion. "Please Uncle Ian," I practically shouted for the entire neighborhood. "Fuck your nephew with that hot cock!" Looking up, he placed my ankles on his muscled shoulders as he moved into position between my shaking legs. Placing his mushroom right where I wanted it, Ian smiled and began feeding me inch after glorious inch as he locked eyes with me. The look and the feelings I was experiencing were earth-shattering. I know this relationship should be wrong but it just felt so right. Closing my eyes, I let my body drink in the force of his thrusts and the power of his organ. Ian reached bottom and twisted and turned his hips making it seem like he was even longer than I thought. My ass was stretched almost beyond capacity as he slowly edged out to start the main event. I inhaled sharply as I feared he might withdraw completely but then felt the downward push. He established a firm but loving piston motion that filled me and claimed me as his own. Every time he buried his dick in me, I kissed his lips and gripped his shoulders. As he increased his speed, sweat began to pour from both our bodies. He kept up a fiery pace for almost ten minutes until I felt my climax building. I reached down and took my pulsating rod in my hand and began to jerk off with an urgent need. Ian smiled and picked up his pace even more as my semen flew all over my young chest. With each spasm of my cock, my ass clenched around his turgid penis. The pressure made Ian unload deep in my ass with an enormous load. I could feel each spurt fill me as he buried it deep within my ass. As Ian collapsed next to me, his cock pulled out of my ass with a loud pop. He lay next to me, with both of us gasping to catch our breath. Just as we started to recover, I heard my father yell from the kitchen. Panicking, we raced to get dressed before he found out about our sexual tryst. Rushing to the bathroom, we quickly washed ourselves enough to appear clean and headed down. "Oh, there you are." Dad said. "I thought we might go out for dinner tonight." We both agreed and discussed where to go. After deciding on a local Chinese restaurant, we grabbed our coats and headed out in Dad's car. I sat in back and he and Ian chatted up front. I could peek at my uncle from my seat and he would smile or wink at me in return. All through the meal, my uncle and I couldn't help but blush each time we gazed at one another. I am certain my father had no idea what was going on between us. He just looked confused at the two red-faced fools at his table. The dinner was enjoyable but all I could think of was another romp with Ian. DARYL The next afternoon, Kirk appeared at my door right and early to go riding on our bikes. I innocently asked about John and discovered that he had gone shopping with his aunt and uncle. We rode our bikes in a regular route that we used for exercise since neither of us was too athletic. As we completed our third round trip, Kirk suggested we stop by the lake. Pulling in by the boat docks, we locked our bikes up and rented a small row boat to take a little ride. Heading towards a secluded cove, Kirk grilled me about the silly grin John was wearing when he left my house the previous day. I shrugged and said we had a little fun, emphasizing the last word. He gave me a puzzled look and then a smile slowly spread over his face. "You didn't," he said. Blushing, I simply replied, "Yeah." Kirk pushed for more dirt, "How was it? What happened?" I related the way John even came to be at my home. We chatted about his mother, my mother, and the fears that both of us experienced. When I mentioned that John began crying, Kirk commented that he had been trying to console him also. I continued by saying that things moved from comfort to more intimate activities. He wanted specifics so I said it was just a mutual suckfest. We laughed and pulled over to the shore to find our secret clubhouse that we had built several years earlier. It was hidden by a thick circle of trees and actually was pretty sturdy. The other good point was that this shack was actually on a uncleared piece of Kirk's family's property. That made our little nest more secure and less likely to be found. We used lumber from local construction projects that we got from Kirk's father, All of it was surplus and would not have been used in other projects so he helped us make a solid building. The roof kept the inside dry so we even had a small sofa inside. Making it even nicer was the fact that unless you knew how to find it, it seemed almost invisible. Using the secret key one of us always carried, we unlocked the padlock and entered the tiny one room. Opening the two small privacy windows, we let some fresh air in to improve the musty smell. Being alone and surrounded by trees made us feel like the only people in the world. I pulled Kirk close and kissed the lips I had missed for several days. We had both chewed some spearmint gum so our breath was minty-fresh and kissable. I probed with my tongue and found him receptive as he fought back. Sitting on the small sofa, we made out for several minutes before clothes began to be shed. It had been awhile for either of u so we took it slow and gentle. I teased his nipple with my hand as he caressed my dick with his. This foreplay was tender and made us both hotter and more in love. Moving my mouth to his chest, I traced around the same area where my fingers had been before moving down his stomach. By this point, he was gasping and moving like bacon in a hot skillet. The pants became my next obstacle to overcome, using my teeth to undo and remove them. Reclining on the divan, he pulled me up for a long wet kiss before I returned to my next task. He was producing quite a sizable tent in his shorts so naturally I sucked it through the cloth for some time just as an added torture. Kirk moaned and pushed my head firmly down to keep me where I was. I laughed inside my mind at how far we had come since beginning this part of our relationship. It felt like just another piece in the ultimate puzzle of us. Slowly moving the cotton fabric down to reveal my intended victim, I flashed a sinister grin up at his angelic, flushed face. My tongue lapped the base of his trembling organ making more sweet juice leak from the tip. Moving slowly to the crown, I carefully recovered each precious drop from his stomach before wrapping my lips around the head. Kirk gasped and thrust deeper into my mouth pushing down with his hands simultaneously. He was more horny than I had seem him before due to the missed few days. I admit it turned me on to have him being so much more aggressive with our love. Ten minutes of hot sucking ended with a huge load of sweet cum being delivered to my waiting throat. It was salty and sweet and just made me hungrier for more and soon. Crawling on his chest, we kissed for a few moments until a loud knocking on the door almost gave us both cardiac arrest. Rushing to get dressed, we yelled to stall whoever was outside. Peeking out the privacy slot, I saw his father there looking upset. "Boys, there has been some horrible news," he started, with tears in his eyes. "I need you to come inside." "Sure, Dad." Kirk responded. "What's going on?" His father just told us to hurry and we followed him to the back door of the house. Waiting inside were his mother, John and even my father, all looking distraught. My mind began racing with endless possibilities, from minor to horrendous. After taking seats together on a loveseat, his father, Rich, stood by the fireplace and told us that Samantha, John's mother, had developed an allergic reaction to the chemo meds and was in a coma. We were all shocked but before any questions were posed, he raised his hand. "I don't know any more that what I told you. I'm flying out there tonight." he said plainly. John broke down completely and Kirk and I rushed to comfort him. It reminded me so much of the day my father has to say Mom was gone. The world suddenly stopped spinning and everything looked paler. I knew exactly what John might be thinking and, worse than that, what he might do to himself. As we swapped places with Helen, I pulled Kirk over to the doorway to talk privately. "You know," I began. "He might consider something stupid. You and I need to spend as much time with him as possible." Kirk agreed and kissed me before resting his head on my shoulder and starting to cry again. I gently rubbed his back watching John for any signs of something wrong. As we stood there, John cried almost uncontrollably with Helen hugging him tightly. He looked so much like I remember my face in the mirror appearing after the news about my own mother. Deciding not to let history repeat itself, I asked Kirk to get Helen to meet me in their kitchen. She walked in looking confused, "What's on your mind, Daryl?" I explained that I had been in the same place as John. Explaining about my mother and how it affected me, I stated that we needed to watch him carefully for anything that might suggest potential depression. She asked how to handle it and I knew the signs firsthand. I even mentioned, through my own tears, that I had attempted suicide shortly after Mom's funeral. Helen came over and wrapped me in her arms. "Why didn't you ever tell anyone?" she quietly asked. "Kirk knew but I made him promise not to tell." I responded. My sister, Louise, found me on the bathroom floor and called my father. I ended up in the hospital for a week and then in a psych ward for a month. My therapist helped me cope and enabled my family to find their own paths to mental health. Reminding her of the visit Kirk made to Madison, I informed her that was when I was hospitalized. Dad thought that it was important for me to tell Kirk. It initially made me upset but when Kirk hugged me, I just broke down and cried. He was the first step towards my recovery and I wanted to be there for John if it was possible. Helen was crying and stammering about being sorry she didn't know. I simply said that Kirk did more for me than any of the doctors I had been seeing. Knowing how impersonal they could be, I felt John needed people who knew and cared for him. She wiped her eyes and agreed that I would be included in whatever therapy he would agree to attend. As we were getting ready to join the others, the phone rang and we ran into the front room. Standing by the desk, Rich was talking on the phone, in hushed tones, and had tears streaking down his face. He wrote a series of facts on a notepad and hung up the phone. Turning to face the room, he simply said that it had been Andrew on the phone. Taking a moment to compose himself, he sadly walked over to John. Kneeling down, Rich took his nephew's hand and quietly said his mother has just passed. John screamed and fainted. Helen grabbed the first aid kit for smelling salts while Kirk ran to me as I began crying. Hugging me tightly, we watched as John was revived and given a small drink of rum to calm him down. He drank slowly and asked to talk with Kirk and I privately. We each put an arm around John and walked to the bedroom he was using. Once there, we sat on the bed and waited for John to speak. Turning to face me, he asked me how I dealt with my Mom's passing. I told him the entire story about my suicide attempt and how my family and Kirk had been there to help me through everything. We both made sure he understood that he would have every bit of support that he needed. John gave each of us a huge hug before we headed down to see the rest of the family. Entering the room, my father asked how we all were doing. John explained that he felt like he could survive with our help. Rich then told us that Andrew was going to arrange to move nearby so John could be around family. At that moment, a taxi pulled up to take Rich to the airport to meet Andrew. They were going to make the arrangements to bring Samantha home for the funeral.. After that was done, the process of moving and switching schools and jobs would get underway. Dad told me he thought I should stay with John and Kirk and bid everyone goodbye as he left. John was softly sobbing as the three of us headed up to his room. Once there, we removed his shoes and all clothing except for his boxers. Kirk and I stripped and crawled on either side of his, pulling a light blanket over us. With both of us close to him, John soon drifted into an uneasy sleep followed by Kirk. My mind was racing through the memories of my own loss until my body gave out. The next morning, I woke first to find Kirk and John till cuddled next to one another. Carefully getting up, I used the bathroom before pulling on my shorts to head to the kitchen. At the small table was Helen, looking like she hadn't slept at all. Seeing me, she smiled and offered me some hot tea. We sat and talked about how the night went and what the others were doing. When I described how we slept, she seemed content with John being able to get through this horrible time. I heard the rest of the house stirring so Helen and I started getting a waffle breakfast begun. Working on some fresh fruit for toppings, she mixed the batter and prepped the iron and the sausage. By the time everyone else came in, we had a sizable stack of waffles, sausages, and three kinds of fruit glazes plus whipped cream and juices ready. After all the drama from last evening, everybody ate very well and even managed to joke around a bit. With the meal finished, I loaded the dishwasher and prepared to head over to my house to finish my chores. John surprised me by offering to come and help me so he could keep his mind busy. I thanked him and we chatted while doing the landscape work and moving the lawn. He and I talked about our good and bad memories of our moms as we toiled and even managed to make the work go by quickly. As we put away the last of the tools, John wrapped his arms around me and said I had really helped him before heading home to shower. I felt extremely proud that I had been able to provide some hope for John and planned to continue to be there for him. After my shower, I phoned Kirk for a quick call before deciding to read over some more of my father's diary. They were going to need their own bonding time so I figured this was the chance to dig further into the book. Eating dinner with my family, I headed up to my room and pulled out the small diary. Flipping to the bookmark, I made sure everything was comfortable and began to read some more. TO BE CONTINUED... In order to keep this site free, please consider a donation by using this code: http://donate.nifty.org/donate.html If you liked the other parts of this story, please check out my other tales: ADULT YOUTH / WESTBRIDGE SPIRIT / THE RUNAWAY & THE DRAG QUEEN http://nifty.org/nifty/gay/adult-youth/westbridge-spirit/ http://nifty.org/nifty/gay/adult-youth/the-runaway-and-the-drag-queen