Date: Mon, 4 Nov 2013 12:58:13 -0600
From: Bob V VanWerven <vanhendryk@hotmail.com>
Subject: Daryl's Enlightenment: Chapter 4

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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 3 of DARYL'S ENLIGHTENMENT

Mike is all "macho" and I don't really know what his problem with me was
but he scared me.  After class and a shower, I almost shit myself when Mike
walked up to me and said "We need to talk!"  When I blinked and didn't
respond, he barked "NOW!"

"O-o-o-okay," I stammered, thinking I'm gonna die.

He pulled me to the coach's office and said so softly that I asked him to
repeat it, "I need your help.  My grades in math and history suck.  You're
a whiz in those classes.  Can you help me?  My Dad's flipping out and the
Coach wants to bench me.  Please?"  I swear I saw tears in his eyes.  Now
what do I do I though as my mind raced.

DARYL'S ENLIGHTENMENT: CHAPTER 4

Stunned as I was by the confession, I was more shocked by the pain and fear
that Mike poured out along with his tears.  He was obviously in great
distress and getting more upset.  I got him to sit down as the teacher
walked in.  Mr. Walker looked surprised and asked if he was okay.  I said
Mike just got some bad news and needed my help.  After calming him down, we
got our things and headed to our lockers.

Mike was stone cold silent as we rushed to make our bus.  Once on the bus,
I sat next to him and quietly said "I'll help you.  Come by my house later
and we'll see what you need."  Kirk stared at me as Mike signaled his
acceptance.  I then got up and joined my boyfriend in our usual place.
Both Deena and Kirk looked at me with questions brimming but I told them I
couldn't say anything out of respect for Mike.At our stop, the three of
us got off together and strolled to my home.  We walked in to find Nana Jo
finishing her famous Snow Ball cookies.  After treating us with milk and
fresh cookies, we bounded upstairs to my room.  Throwing our bags down, I
turned on the radio as I kicked off my shoes.

Deena looked at Kirk smiled widely, and said "So!  You made an honest man
on him?"

Kirk blushed deeply, his sweetest quality, mumbling Yes almost under his
breath.  I almost choked her for saying anything as she kept speaking.

"Good," she continued.  "It was about time you two did it.  Your flirting
was making me crazy.  Now, what's going on with Mike?"

Before I could answer, Nana Jo called to say I had a phone call.  Running
downstairs, I picked up the receiver and found it was Mike.  He wanted to
confirm his stopping by around 630 pm.  After profusely thanking me again,
he told me he knew my friends asked and I could tell them if I wanted.  I
said okay and hung up the phone.

Returning to my room, I said "That was Mike.  He told me he needs help in
math and history or they are going bench him from the team.  Tonight, I'm
gonna try to help him out."

Both of them looked at me with mouths hanging open, then Kirk stuttered
"But he hates you.  He beat you to a pulp last spring.  Why help him?"

"Because he broke down and cried as he begged me!  He's afraid of his Dad
more than he hates me.  I could see the panic if I had said no.  Besides if
I help him, maybe he'll leave us alone."  I could see the doubt in their
eyes and added "Don't worry Sweet Cheeks.  You're mine and I'm yours. He's
not getting any of this," as I cupped my cock.  Kirk blushed even more
deeply, Deena laughed and that broke the ice so we could start studying.

Around 430 pm, Deena walked Kirk home, presumably to pump him for more
details about our big event.  I went down to set the table and then sat
with Nana Jo as we worked on our latest knitting projects.  Dad arrived at
515 pm looking handsome but ragged.  After a quick round of kisses, we sat
down to feast.  My sisters helped with the cleanup just as Mike knocked on
our door.  Dad let him in and I introduced him and said we had a school
project to work on as we headed to my room.Once behind closed doors, Mike
threw his arms around me and started to sob.  I managed to sit him the edge
of my bed.  While he wept, I flipped the radio to the oldies station.  I
don't know why but it always calmed me down. Thanks Mom!  He slowly relaxed
then apologized quickly.  I just shrugged.

"It happens.  Don't sweat it.  Now, let's see if we can fix you up, Okay?"

He grinned and said "Thanks.  My Dad is so pissed at my grades.  I really
don't know what to do."

"No problem."  I said.

We looked over his math first.  He stated that was his worst subject and
was he ever right.  After about an hour, I ran down and got us both a soda,
Mike had made some progress and seemed relieved.  With a switch to history,
we worked until about 830 pm.  He was thrilled.

"Can we make this a regular thing?  If only a couple of days a week?"  he
asked.

"Sure.  I just gottta make time for my boy...best friend, Kirk too."  I
blurted while thinking I was dead.

"I figured you two were a couple.  Don't worry.  I'm jealous `cause I can't
get my own boyfriend to be that comfortable."

I almost passed out.  "You're gay! How?"  Blushing bright red, I stammered
"But you're the captain of the football team."

"We've been together almost 2 years but I can't say who until I ask him.  I
wouldn't want to hurt him."  he confessed.

"Then why have you hassled me?"  I asked.

"I thought you were trying to seduce him.  He was one of the people you
worked with during the art fair last spring."  He collected his materials
and added "I'm sorry but I'm horribly jealous.  I'd like to be friends if
that's all right?"

"Sure.  I won't even try to figure out who it is until you can tell
me."As we walked downstairs, we laughed and joked.  I told him I would
see him tomorrow and closed the door.  My family looked at me like an alien
when I entered the family room.  I just said he was scared about his grades
and I was helping him out.  Saying Good Night, I headed to bed.

The dream came again.  It started the same and continued.  I tried calling
out to him, but nothing came out.  He stood with his back to me and I saw
his arms moving in front of him.  The next thing I recall was his shirt
slowly falling away from his wide shoulders, revealing the most
spectacularly formed back.  He dropped it onto the small sand beach as he
appeared to kick off his shoes.  Then his hands fumbled with his pants as
he pivoted giving me a better view of his chest.  I could see his zipper
pulled open and his hands sliding into the jeans.  Wiggling sexily, he
pushed them completely off and popped them on top of his shirt and shoes.
Naked is all his glory, he stood for a moment, stretched, and jumped into
the water.

My heart quickened as I ran to the edge of the beach.  There in the bright
sunlight was my handsome father swimming like a dolphin.  His wet, muscled
body breaking the surface with such sexiness and joy.  Staring like an
idiot, I stood there watching and drooling as he began to slowly walk out
of the water towards me.  Water cascaded off his taut chest and flowed down
his trim legs.  As I noticed he was hard, I missed him walking up to me.
He raised my face with his hand.  Staring into my eyes, he took my face in
his hands, leaned down and kissed me deeply and with lots of tongue.

Yet again I woke with my briefs full of cum.  What was wrong with me?  This
can't be right. I need to speed up my seduction plans.  These dreams are
stressing me out.  Wonder what Kirk would think?

Since it was time to get up, I stopped my alarm and get ready for school.
The rest of the week went by quickly.  Mike stopped by two more times,
making progress each visit.  Finally on Friday he asked if we could study
at his place because they had a plumber coming over.  I said sure and we
got of the bus at his stop.  As we walked he told me he aced our last math
quiz.  He also hinted about a surprise he had for me.Mike's home was
slightly bigger than mine but then he had 3 brothers and 2 sisters.  Each
child had their own room but they shared bathrooms.  There were sports
posters everywhere covering pale blue walls.  Deep gray shag carpet covered
the floor surrounding his double bed and work desk.  He even had a separate
TV/stereo area with a small love seat.

Throwing his bag and coat in his closet, I sat by the TV while he searched
through a stack of books.  He pulled out a thick black photo album and
handed it to me.  As I flipped through it, there were lots of images of him
with Steve, one of the stars of our school's art program.  They always
seemed to be smiling and standing way too close.  Slowly it dawned on me
what he was trying to tell me.

"Steve is your boyfriend?" I asked hesitantly.  "You two never even seem to
be in the same place at school."

"He lives next door," Mike stated, smiling.  "We've been friends since the
first grade."  With that said, we got our books out to study.

He told me how they first got together when Mike's mother took off with her
doctor.  Steve was helping him cope with the abandonment.  One day during a
crying fit, Steve kissed him and things progressed from there.  They were
even planning to go to the same university and room together before coming
out to Steve's family.  Mike suspected that his dad already knew, but he
was scared to say anything just yet.  We then opened our books to begin his
tutoring session.

MIKE'S SECRET

Once Daryl left to go home, I was somewhat relieved.  He and I were
becoming friends but I wasn't too sure how he would feel knowing one of my
kinkier secrets.  Personally, his opinion was important since he was the
only person who treated me like a normal human being rather than a sports
star.  If he only knew what was going to happen that evening behind my
bedroom door.

Being the oldest of 6 children is not easy, but in some ways, it gives you
a chance to do things first.  My most enjoyable "First" was one I hoped
wouldn't freak people out.  Although Steve and had begun experimenting with
sex almost 2 years ago, I was more experienced than even he knew or
suspected.  To prevent him from feeling jealous, I tried to downplay my
level of knowledge.Shortly before Steve and I first messed around, I
walked in on my Dad in his bedroom. He was laying on his bed naked,
watching a noisy movie on TV.  At 6 feet 3 inches tall, his body looks like
that of pro wrestler.  His broad chest and stomach are rippled with
well-defined muscles.  Strong, thick arms look like they could crush you
with very little effort.  He has the same golden blond hair as I do with
piercing hazel eyes.  A slim, pug-like nose over full lips completes a face
a sculptor would love.

As I watched him, I noticed he was hard and stroking a cock that seemed to
be almost 8 inches and very thick.  Sneaking further into the room, a
glimpse at the TV revealed naked people making kits of noise.  Upon further
examination, it turned out to be 2 men.  I was a shocked and curious.
Standing there, I began to feel myself up while ignoring my father
completely until I heard a cough.

Looking up, my Dad was smiling at me.  "Like what you see?" he asked,
chuckling at the same time.  "Climb up here and join me."

Blushing deeply, I scrambled onto his bed and he pulled me close to his
right side.  I could feel the heat from his body, which caused my body to
tingle.  We settled in to watch the film. The men were naked, taking turns
putting their cocks in each other's mouths. It was exciting and made me
curious.  Dad seemed to sense it as he placed my hand on his rock-hard
penis.

"You can rub it if you want?"  he breathed throatily.  "It feels good to
me."

I thought "What the hell?"  My smaller hand began to gently stroke the
smooth skin. Warm, clear liquid was dripping from the tip and my father
began squirming on the bed.  When I asked if I was doing it right, he
leaned over and kissed me on the lips.  The more I did it, the more he
seemed to like it.  All of a sudden he stopped me and looked me deep in the
eyes.

"Would you put it in your mouth, please son?"  he almost begged.

"Sure," I replied.  Crawling on my knees between his thick thighs, I put
one hand at the base and opened my mouth real wide.  Slowly I put the tip
of his dick in my mouth and began to suck it like a lollipop.  The liquid
tasted sweet so I stroke the shaft to get more of it.  Dad moaned and I
moved as far down as I could without gagging.  As I got more and more
relaxed, my father moaned and moved around like he was on fire.  All of a
sudden, a salty, thick, cream fluid began spurting into my mouth.  I
swallowed all of it I could since it tasted sweet and salty.  Yum, I
thought.  I sucked until my Dad pulled me off and up to give me a deep
kiss."You know, we can't tell anyone what we did," Dad whispered.  "I
don't know if they would understand.  Are you okay?  I didn't hurt or scare
you , did I?"

"No Dad.  I'm fine.  You taste so sweet."  I smiled.  "Can we do it again?"

"Maybe later.  Let's get ready for dinner."

That was only the first time my father and I shared an intimate moment.
Most of my friends would probably freak out if they knew I had sex with my
Dad.  It's our little secret, especially since Mom left us for her
therapist.  We knew it wasn't normal, but we were happy and that was all
that mattered to us.

DARYL

After studying for a couple of hours, I told him I needed to get home
because Kirk was coming over for the weekend, He laughed and we said
Goodbye.  I ran home, showered, and made sure everything was set for Kirk.
He arrived just after dinner, looking cuter than this morning.  Putting his
stuff in my room, we grabbed some sodas and snacks and settled in for a
study session.

The studying didn't go on for long.  It was Friday so we weren't too
worried about school.  After watching some TV, we brushed our teeth,
stripped naked, and crawled under the covers to enjoy some much needed
physical contact.

TO BE CONTINUED...