Date: Thu, 7 Nov 2013 11:17:28 -0600 From: Harrison Westbourne <harrisonwestbourne@yahoo.com> Subject: DARYL'S ENLIGHTENMENT: CHAPTER 5 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 fifth 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 Robert VanWerven. 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, at harrisonwestbourne@yahoo.com In order to keep this site free, please consider a donation by using this code: http://donate.nifty.org/donate.html Brief recap of Chapter 4 of DARYL'S ENLIGHTENMENT 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. DARYL'S ENLIGHTENMENT: CHAPTER 5 Kirk and I finally fell asleep around midnight after fucking twice. I spooned him from behind and gently cradled his spent cock. For yet another time, my recurrent dream began like always, with me at my favorite drawing location. This time it went even further. 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. The kiss was long and passionate. Breathlessly, we broke apart and he smiled sexily at me. Never losing eye contact, Dad began unbuttoning my sport shirt with one hand and undoing my jeans with the other. Every so often, he'd lean down and kiss my neck or ear. His breath and tongue caused electricity to flow to every part of me, especially my crotch. As my shirt fell off my shoulders and my jeans dropped, he took my face in his hands and gazed at me lovingly. Softly he whispered, "I know you've wanted this and so have I. Are you sure about it?" "Yes," I growled, touching his face with my right hand and kicking off my shoes. "I can't believe it's finally happening." Wrapping me in his strong, muscular arms around my body, we gently lowered ourselves to a blanket he laid on the sand. Removing my jeans completely, our lips met, our tongues fighting for supremacy. Hands roamed over private places and dicks met in a puddle of precum. The moment got more intense as he started at my ear and tongued his was, teasingly, towards my throbbing erection. Every movement caused me to moan and squirm uncontrollably. Just as his fiery breath reached my dripping organ, Nana Jo knocked on my door to say breakfast was ready in 10 minutes. Kirk laughed as I realized that I had orgasmed in my sleep again. Sheepishly, I went into the bathroom, got a warm, wet towel, and cleaned both of thoroughly before dressing to go down to eat. After our meal, Kirk and I walked my dogs, 2 large Harlequin-patterned Great Danes. Laughing and touching each other, we strolled around my neighborhood for about 10 minutes. During our walk, the subject of the diary came up. "I was gonna ask if you wanted to look through the letters I found with it," I asked Kirk. "There are over 50 of them and I haven't even begun to look at them." "Sure I'll help you," Kirk grinned. "Maybe you can learn some new tricks." I swatted his tight little butt, telling him that was only part of his punishment. We got back to the house and fed and watered the pups. Grabbing some cookies and sodas, we went to my room, turned on the radio, and pulled out my Dad's letters. Carefully untying the ribbons, I handed a stack to Kirk and started with the first one in my group. The date of the letter was June 15, 1953 and is read as follows: Dearest Andrew, I don't know how this letter is going to affect our relationship. We have been best friends since our mothers met in the hospital when we were born. Every major event in our lives has been shared. You know how much I care for you. Lately, that feeling has become something much more intense. I am not sure how you will react but please have an open mind. Recently, you have been spending a great deal of time hanging out with Rebecca. She is a sweet and lovely girl but it has been driving me crazy. I have begun to realize that my feelings for you have gone beyond those of just a friend. You have become the center of my universe. In other words, I LOVE YOU COMPLETELY! This will probably ruin our friendship but I had to tell you. I get so jealous whenever I see you and Becky together. My dream is for us to be a couple. I want to hold you, kiss you, and make love with you forever. If you don't feel the same, I will understand and move on. Please don't hate me or be mad at me. I couldn't stand losing you so I hope we can remain friends. Your Best Friend, Michael As I read this letter, Kirk sat there dumbfounded. We could not believe what we were hearing on paper. When I got to the signature, I almost passed out. It was signed "Michael." The letter was from the father of the Mike I was tutoring. They had been involved, as indicated by the content of the remaining letters. Apparently, their relationship went from friends to lovers and lasted until their second year of college. At that point, the letters ended and I didn't know what happened or why. Kirk said I should show these to Mike and ask him if he knew anything. I decided to do that on Friday when we met at his house for our next study session. The week went by quickly and soon it was Friday again. Kirk got some bad news on Thursday and missed school the next day. His grandmother, Maria, in Milwaukee was very sick and possibly dying. His family drove up there to spend some time with her. I put the letters from Michael in my backpack before I went to school. Mike and I talked at lunch and made plans to go to his home after classes. The day flew by and soon we were on the bus, but I was very distracted. We pulled out our math homework and tried to focus on it. I couldn't quite concentrate and Mike seemed to sense it. After about 1 hour, he shut his textbook and looked right at me. I felt him staring, stopped my work, and asked him what was wrong. "You tell me." he said. "You haven't been acting yourself all day. What's bothering you?" "I have to show you something but you may not like what you find out." Slowly, I pulled the letters out of my bag and put them on his desk. "These are my father's but you need to look them over." He pulled the first one out and began to read it. Gradually, I saw the realization wash over his handsome features. His hands were shaking by the time he finished and he looked pale. "Let's grab some food and I'll look at the rest of them when we get back." Mike grabbed his coat, adding "I just need a break right now to clear my head." We ended up at a local restaurant called McGuire's, an Irish-style pub that served burgers and such. After sitting in a corner booth, we ordered a couple of root beers and steak sandwiches with fries. While waiting for our food, Mike looked confused. "That was my Dad's handwriting, you know/" he said. "I just can't believe he was in love with another man, let alone your father." "It's okay but you need to read the other letters." I said. "Let's finish our food and get back. Kirk is in Milwaukee with his dying grandmother so I have no rush to get home. What about Steve?" "Steve had his older brother's wedding this weekend so I'm free as well." Mike grinned. "Do you want to stay over and watch a movie?" I said it was okay as long as I called my father first. When we got back to his house, I called and Dad said it wasn't a problem. We both were very nervous and we secretly took a couple of beers from his father's garage. Mike and I started to go through the remaining letters. The further along we got, the more aroused both of us seemed to become. After half the letters were read, Mike glanced at me. We were feeling a little tipsy and extremely confused. Gently, he took my face in his hands, pulled it close to his, and kissed me. I responded by wrapping my arms around his broad shoulders, causing all the letters to scatter on the floor. Mike lowered me onto my back as we ripped at each other's clothing. He kissed my neck and slowly worked his mouth down my quivering body. As he reached by throbbing cock, he sucked he down in one swift move causing me to gasp in pleasure. Never losing his suction-like grip on me, he moved his body around so I had access to his hard 8.5 inches. I sucked him as he ravaged me. The sex was laced with anger and betrayal; not at each other but our fathers. It was almost primal in its urgency and ferocity. After ten minutes or so, he begged me to fuck him. I was surprised and asked if he was a top or a bottom. Mike said he loved to be fucked more than fucking. I would have thought he was a total top but whatever floats someone's boat. When I said okay, he scrambled onto his back, pulled some lotion from his nightstand, and told me to go for it. I covered two fingers with lotion and began probing his tight hole. He moaned and pleaded for me to dick him hard and long. I continued to tease him until he was grunting and moving around like bacon on a hot pan. Placing the head of my cock at the entrance of his ass, I teased him some more. Mike had enough and grabbed my hips, pulling me forward to thrust my cock deep into him. He moaned and purred like a kitten. Using my arms to support my weight, I slowly began pumping in and out of his hot ass. His eyes swirled around and his head whipped side to side. Satisfied noises were being emitted by both of us, getting louder and louder. I continued to fuck him until a felt his ass begin to spasm. Grabbing his leaking dick, I stroked him while encouraging him to shoot. Suddenly, he screamed and shot his cum all over his chest and stomach. At that very instant, his ass tightened and my cum flooded his bowels. Gradually relaxing from our mutual orgasms, I collapsed by his side, my soft cock pulling free of his ass. He mumbled sleepily, "That was amazing. Better than I expected." As he pulled me into spoon him from behind, Mike slurred, "Thank you. It was fantastic." The next instant I could hear his breathing become regular and knew he was asleep. I settled my head behind his and drifted off to dreamland. As it has before, the dream tormented me. Always starting at the lake but going further each time. This session was more vivid than any other and made my decision to seduce my father then next item on my agenda. Wrapping me in his strong, muscular arms around my body, we gently lowered ourselves to a blanket he laid on the sand. Removing my jeans completely, our lips met, our tongues fighting for supremacy. Hands roamed over private places and dicks met in a puddle of precum. The moment got more intense as he started at my ear and tongued his was, teasingly, towards my throbbing erection. Every movement caused me to moan and squirm uncontrollably. He gently caressed my erection with his tongue while holding by balls in his hands. Then without warning he swallowed my hot cock and began to suck furiously. I was gasping and writhing while gripping his wet hair in my hands. The blow job got more and more passionate until I could almost feel the cum running down my father's throat. It turned out to be a wet dream and I was on my back next to Mike in his bed. Oh my God!!! I had sex with Mike. We shouldn't have done it. It had to be the beers and the letters. How stupid am I!! Now what do I do? I cheated on Kirk; Mike cheated on Steve. What happens next? This shouldn't have happened because I love Kirk with all my heart. I feel so guilty and ashamed. How could I have hurt Kirk this way? Inside my head, I was screaming, "I HAVE TO TELL HIM." To Be Continued... Hope you liked this chapter of DARYL'S ENLIGHTENMENT. More are on their way along with other categories of tales.