Date: Thu, 20 Mar 2014 15:16:50 -0700 (PDT) From: Harrison Westbourne <harrisonwestbourne@yahoo.com> Subject: DARYL'S ENLIGHTENMENT: CHAPTER 14 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 fourteenth 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 COLLEGE / HUMAN BIOLOGY IN THE GREENHOUSE http://nifty.org/nifty/gay/college/human-biology-in-the-greenhouse Brief recap of Chapter 13 of DARYL'S ENLIGHTENMENT 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. DARYL'S ENLIGHTENMENT: CHAPTER FOURTEEN (14) DARYL The pages of the book were surprisingly clean and free from tears as I flipped to the point where I stopped reading. So far, my father's secrets have been almost too fantastic to believe. They had even enabled me to fulfill one of my long-held fantasies of seducing my own father. It continued with the very next entry. "Dear Diary, Uncle Jeremy hasn't been around too much lately. I miss him more than I could even admit to myself. As I was finishing mowing the lawn, my father came out of the house to check on me It annoyed me beyond belief whenever he nitpicked about little things. Today, he complained about the rough edges, which I hadn't gotten a chance to start doing. The more he rambled on about it, the angrier I became. Finally I lost my temper and stormed into the house, slammed the bathroom door, and took a shower. When I was done, I got dressed and ran down to leave the house. Dad tried to stop me but I ignored him and grabbed my bike to head for the lake. I really wasn't in the mod to fight with him and Mom always told me to avoid it if I could. Peddling as fast as I could, I soon was on the small sand beach where I used to lay for a good suntan. Carefully putting the bike down, I removed my shoes and socks to dip my toes in the water. The next thing I knew, tears were streaming down my cheeks and my body was shaking furiously. I don't know how long I sat there before the familiar voice startled me out of my dream-state. Turning my head, there was my father looking as if he had been crying as well. Sitting down next to me, I could see the sweat on his face and neck as well as how red his eyes were. We sat in silence for a few minutes until I felt his left arm pull me closer. I lifted my face to look at him and he did something that made me even more confused than I have been before. Dad moved his lips to mine and gave me a deep, passionate French kiss that sent chills throughout my body." This meant my grandfather had a sexual relationship with my father as well. I never knew the man as he died shortly after I was born but I had not heard anything nice about him. He was considered a real ball-buster who didn't believe in sparing the rod when it came to discipline. My father had some faded scars on his back that testified to being beaten with what appeared to be a wide leather belt. Yet here was an entry implying that he had a tender side even if it involved using his own son for sex. I began to wonder if maybe my fantasy was not as wonderful as I had led myself to believe. Over the next week, Andrew managed to arrange for the transfer of Samantha's body to Chicago for burial. Helen and Rich helped with the minutia of the wake and funeral to take some pressure off his shoulders. It was a hectic time for everyone but we all kept a keen eye on John to watch for any signs of trouble. His father managed to obtain a position with his company in Chicago so that he wouldn't have to find a brand new job. One of Helen's best friends was a real estate agent and agreed to help them find a home nearby. That solution meant John would be attending the same school as Kirk and I. The funeral was well attended by many family and friends. Some of the kids we knew from school even came to give John a chance to understand that he would be welcomed with open arms. It was nice to see how open and caring these people were to someone they didn't even know. At the reception after the service, so many individuals offered whatever help they could to both Andrew and John. One of the school counselors even recommended a family therapist to help with the grief and anger. Kirk and I even agreed to attend some group sessions as a way to show John he wasn't' going through this alone. Days after the funeral, Andrew and John settled on a house that suited them, which was three blocks from Kirk and I. This allowed for his enrollment in our school and would help his recovery continue. Once the sale was completed, Andrew returned to Madison to oversee the packing up of their old house while John started going to classes with Kirk and I. The move went smoothly and everyone was there to help the two unpack and setup their new abode. Even with that task over, John spent as much time with the rest of us as possible. He began to come out of his shell at school and even auditioned for the Fall play. His grades had not suffered too badly and he was soon back where he was before his mom died. One Sunday after finishing my homework I decided to continue to read the diary. The next few entries were my father describing how he and his father had wild sex right there on the beach with no thought of who might see them. After they finished, both men returned home where my dad was shocked to find that he was still in trouble. Once he entered the house and was out of sight of the neighbors, my grandfather beat him severely with an old-fashioned razor strap and sent him to his room. The next few entries talked about my father's pain and anger and even a plan to run away from home. My own hatred for the man I never knew was fueled as the thought of what he had done became more real. It was a horrible way to grow up and I was truly grateful that my father had never once raised a hand to hit any of his children. High school came along and my relationship both with Kirk and my father continued, although I did decide that I would have to end it with my dad. Remembering his love for Mike's father, I approached him about whether there was a chance the two might rekindle their previous relationship. He thought for a moment and said he recalled his dad telling him once, while drunk, that he still loved my dad and wished they could be together. Mike said he went on to lament about how he had chickened out when their fathers interfered with the two becoming a couple. At that point, we started to plan a way to get them back into each other's lives. Coming up with a simple excuse, we set up a meeting to discuss a bullying issues that had occurred between Mike and I. It was a little white lie but, if it worked out for the greater good, we felt it was justified. The day of the talk Dad and I drove to a small local restaurant to meet the other two men. Mike had driven since his father had a fractured wrist and wasn't able to operate a vehicle. Sitting at the table, we order some lights sandwiches and beverages, taking some time to relax before tackling the reason for the get-together. Once finished, my dad began asking about the incident we were there to discuss. I looked at Mike and blushed before admitting that there was no problem. Our fathers looked stunned as Mike explained the real reason for the meeting. When he finished, I grabbed the check and we left the two men to talk alone. Mike dropped me off before heading home, promising to call if he heard anything before me. I was so nervous about how Dad would take the deception but I had some school work to finish so I headed to my room to do it. After about two hours, I heard my father's vehicle pull up and his door close. Striving to be as brave as possible, I headed down to meet him as he entered the door. He didn't say much just pointed the way to his study and I turned to enter that room. I expected to be grounded or chastised for lying but was surprised when he did neither. Dad sat down, sighed deeply, and looked me straight in the face. "Well," he started. "That stunt was a little out of the blue. What made you think Michael and I would even want to talk?" I just explained that I knew they had been high school boyfriend and how their relationship had ended badly. Mike and I felt if the two had an opportunity to air their differences that they might find a way back to each other. He blushed as I talked and explained it had been a long time ago. We talked about the fact that I needed for him to be happy because I was thinking we shouldn't continue our intimate encounters. Dad thought for a moment and said the two had agreed to meet again to give a reconciliation a chance. I asked what his hope for the future was. He candidly admitted he would like to be back with Michael since he was his first true love. Chatting for a few more minutes about the evening, I was feeling a little bold. I swallowed before mentioning what I had just read about my grandfather and asked his to be honest with me. His face changed and the pain and anger filled the room like a fog. With tears forming in his eyes, he began to talk about his father. The man was an irrational individual who had a hair-trigger temper. He would be my father for the most minor infractions, which would only cause most kids to be grounded. Friends and co-workers were verbally abused and demeaned both in public and private. He relished in his ability to make other people squirm. Family suffered both physical and psychological abuse. Even my grandmother wasn't immune and had been pushed down the stair, resulting in a broken leg. It explained why she had a permanent limp for as long as I could remember. When he finished, we hugged each other and I headed off to bed. Entering the room, my phone rang and it was Mike calling to see how things went with my father. He said his dad seemed excited and was happy that we had played the trick on them. I explained how my father felt the same way and we decided to do anything we could to encourage future meetings. Hanging up with him, the ringer went off again and it was Kirk. He was calling for a quick chat before we went to bed, which made me smile as we pledged our love for each other. I then crawled in bed and was soon asleep. Over the next few weeks, the two men met several more times and seemed to be rekindling their previous friendship, if nothing more. Kirk and I went public with our relationship at school and were shocked the lack of negative comments we received. John did very well in the play and began dating one of the crew members he had met. Mike started to act as an advocate for anyone who was being mistreated. It helped to create a safer school environment for everyone. He did remain in the closet our of concern for his potential football career and those who knew respected his decision. Classes were more difficult but we got together as a study group to help each other with whatever we could. About two months later, my father came home and asked to speak to me in private. We walked into his study and sat down. He sighed before telling that he and Michael had decided to try dating to see if there was still a fire there. I was thrilled and we decided to put our own relationship on hold, while he explored this new part of his life. The mere chance for him to be happy for the first time since Mom's death made me excited and I hoped it would work out. 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 COLLEGE / HUMAN BIOLOGY IN THE GREENHOUSE http://nifty.org/nifty/gay/college/human-biology-in-the-greenhouse