Date: Thu, 21 Nov 2013 01:12:35 -0800 (PST)
From: Harrison Westbourne <harrisonwestbourne@yahoo.com>
Subject: DARYL'S ENLIGHTENMENT: CHAPTER 8

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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 7 of DARYL'S ENLIGHTENMENT

For about ten minutes, we teased each other while stroking our hard cocks.
The dirtier we got , the hotter we became.  Soon, we both were reaching the
limit and encouraged each other to finish together.  As I purred his name
over the phone, I heard Kirk gasped and start shooting.  That sound and his
moans were too much and I followed with my own orgasm within seconds.  When
our breathing returned to normal, we both said "I love you" and hung up.
Sleep came quickly but oddly enough the dream didn't return.

When I woke the next morning, I felt incomplete.  Maybe it was because I
didn't dream but I wasn't sure.  Getting a shower and breakfast I headed
for school unsure of Tom and his crew would do.  I was also afraid Mike
would take it upon himself to "handle" the situation.  God, why did I tell
him anything?  I could have made up some story to cover my tears.


DARYL'S ENLIGHTENMENT: CHAPTER 8


TOM'S FANTASY: PART ONE

I hate Daryl but it's only because he's spending time with Mike.  It really
doesn't make any sense.  Daryl is an okay guy just not athletic.  He is
always ready to help anyone who needs it but it still makes me mad.  Mike
is my fantasy ideal boyfriend.  He doesn't even seem to be aware of how hot
looking he is.  That turns me on even more.  I know he needs the tutoring
but why spend so much time with Daryl.  I want him hanging out with me and
much more.

I've loved Mike for as long as I've known him.  We only met 3 years ago
when my dad transferred him here from L.A.  He and I get along fine but he
doesn't even respond to my obvious flirting.  What's wrong because I know I
look as hot as he does.  I stand just over 6 feet 1 inch with wide
shoulders that taper to a narrow waist.  My ass is probably my second best
feature physically.  It is tight and round, perfect for being fucked.  I
think my best attribute are my eyes.  They are a deep shade of aqua blue
that sometimes appears navy under the right light.  The rest of my face
just adds to the overall sex appeal.  Thin, pert nose and full lips all
framed by a strong jaw and honey blonde hair that curls slightly at my
neck.

Every time I see Mike in the locker room, I struggle to prevent my dick
from swelling.  It hurts because I'm sure he's dating one of the
cheerleaders named Angela.  They are always together at lunch and seem like
the perfect couple.  I'm so bummed because I'm sure he is 100% straight as
an arrow.

DARYL

Well, Tom and his posse avoided me all day at school.  The only time I did
see him he just stared at me and then quickly looked away.  What a relief!
I guess Mike didn't say anything either so that made me relax even more.
The day went by faster than I expected and soon I was home again.  Mike had
football practice until 430 that afternoon so I worked on my other classes
until he called to say he was home.

I grabbed the history papers and ran over to his home.  His mom greeted me
and said to go right up after asking if I was thirsty.  I politely said
"Thanks but I'm okay" and headed to Mike's room.  As I entered he came out
of his bathroom naked and smiled when he saw me.  I blushed and waited
until he got dressed before relaxing.  We worked for a couple of hours
until both our heads were spinning.

As I was getting my stuff ready to go home, I asked about Tom.  He admitted
that it was probably better not to say something but that he still felt bad
for me.  I thanked him and told him we would talk more tomorrow.  Deena was
coming over to stay because her mom had to go out of town on a family
emergency.  I wanted to be there when she got to my house so I ran quickly.
She arrived at the same instant I did so we went in and settled in my room.
After some new gossip and a few questions, we both curled up on my bed.
She knew it was more comfortable than my floor and much safer.

School progressed rapidly until it was suddenly time for Spring Break
vacation.  My Nana Jo was taking the girls to visit an old school friend in
New York while I went with Dad to Disney World.  He surprised us and let us
choose where we wanted to go. The girls had their hearts set on Broadway
for the theater and I selected Orlando.  We had gone there as a family
before Mom died so to me it was sacred.  My sisters felt it would be
gruesome to visit without our mother.

Knowing that I had one whole week just me and my dad, I started plotting my
seduction of my father.  We had a large suite since he got the trip with
his bonus from work.  It had two bedrooms, a huge bathroom, and a small
sitting area.  I had no intention of sleeping alone if I could prevent it.
Once we arrived, I convinced him that his king-sized bed was big enough for
us both.  It shocked me how easily he agreed to sharing it.  I knew he
slept naked so I planned to do the same with one exception.  Part of my
plan involved a little alcohol before bed to "relax" him.

We spent the second to last day roaming through the Magic Kingdom.  It was
like I remembered but even more special since it was just us two.  All day
we acted like kids, running from ride to ride laughing and hugging each
other.  Dinner ended up being the Contemporary Hotel, which gave us an
excuse to use the monorail again.  We both ate well and I encouraged Dad to
have a cocktail or two to ease the stress.  He was tired and the alcohol
made him easily controllable once we finished eating.

Since we were staying in the same hotel, I wrangled my tipsy father up to
our suite.  All the way to our room, he was hugging me close and kissing my
cheek.  He kept telling me he loved me and that I was his special boy.  I
hoped that meant he wouldn't be mad when he realized what I planned to do
with him.  In the suite, I maneuvered him into the bedroom and he fell on
the bed laughing.  Turning on a small stereo to soft music, I crawled next
to him.  Laying my head on his chest, I told him how much I loved spending
this time alone.  He lifted his head and looked deep in my eyes.  I could
almost feel the love and lust flowing at me.

Slowly I raised my face to meet his and we stared at each other for what
seemed like an eternity.  Then without waiting for his senses to return, I
kissed his deep and hard with lots of tongue.  At first, Dad seemed a bit
reluctant but he gradually relaxed and gave in to my kiss.  He was even
more passionate than I had hoped he would be.  My mind was racing as my
fantasy was coming true.

Gently, Dad rolled on top of me and began to unbutton my shirt.  His
nuzzled my neck and his hot breath made me shiver and moan.  Once my shirt
was opened, he licked a path to my left nipple and began to suck and nibble
it.  I was thrashing my head back and forth in ecstasy.  His hands fumbled
with my belt and zipper as he growled how much he loved me.  Every touch
drove me even farther into pleasure territory.  I only hoped he wouldn't be
angry in the morning light.

Sliding my shorts and underwear off in one move, I became slightly more
aggressive.  Pushing him on his back, I climbed on top and tongued his
right ear.  Biting gently on his earlobe, I undid his clothes trying to
recreate the feeling he had given me.  Dad moaned and grabbed my shoulders
while encouraging me to continue.  Suddenly we were both naked and rolling
around the bed.  It just made us both hornier the longer we played.

He pulled his face from mine and said quietly, "Are you sure about this
son?  What about Kirk?"

"Kirk will understand.  He knows how I feel about you."  I stammered quite
breathlessly.  "I've wanted this to happen for years.  Every night I dream
about it."

"I don't want to hurt you." he admitted, with a guilty look on his face.

Placing my hands on his cheeks, I whispered, "Please?  I know what I'm
doing and I think you do also."

Those were the last words spoken.  In the dim light of our room, we settled
into a 69 position and began to fondle and examine each other's hard cocks.
I was first to taste him and slowly engulfed his rigid member while
caressing his heavy balls. He moaned and swallowed me eliciting an equally
loud groan of pleasure from my throat.  Sucking each other could have gone
on forever but I wanted much more.  Briefly removing my mouth, I asked him
to fuck me. He acted shocked but asked if I really was ready.  I was so
ready I almost begged for it.

Placing me on my back, he raised my legs to gain access to my asshole.
With a small smile, he attacked it his roving tongue causing me to almost
shoot my load right then.  When he was certain I was prepped thoroughly, he
placed his thick dick at my back door.  The entire time he never took his
eyes away from mine, looking for any sign of pain or regret.  With steady,
gentle pressure, he entered me then waited until I adjusted. Kissing me
deeply, he pushed more and more until I felt his balls against my ass.  I
felt full and sated although Kirk made my heart swoon in an entirely
different way

Once he was certain I wasn't in pain, he gently began moving almost all the
way out before plunging back in.  This went on for what seemed like hours
until I felt the tell-tale signs of my impending orgasm.

"I'm...getting...close" I stuttered between thrusts.  "Touch my cock."

"No" he teased.  "I'm gonna make you shoot without touching you."

True to his word, he increased the angle of attack so every thrust scored
directly on my prostate.  Each time just pushed me closer and closer until
finally I just screamed and shot my load all over my chest and face.  As my
orgasm hit and my asshole clenched his dick, I could feel him filling me
with his warm cum.  Six or seven spurts later he collapsed on me and then
rolled to the side.  His dick slipped out with a loud pop and we panted to
catch our breath.

When we were closer to normal, he rolled on his side and took my face in
his warm hands.  With a great big, satisfied smile, he softly said, "I know
you wanted that but so did I.  You are my son and I love you more than
you'll ever know."

With that said, he ran to the bathroom to get a towel.  After cleaning both
of us up, we crawled close under the blankets.  I pushed my back against
his massive chest, feeling secure and warm.  His strong arm wrapped around
my waist as he nuzzled my neck.  Soon we drifted off to sleep.  This night
I didn't dream because it had already come true.

MIKE AND STEVE

After my one night with Daryl, Steve and I decided to avoid any further
extra-curricular encounters.  We talked about my relationship with my
father but decided that was something I needed to decide on my own. Steve
said he could live with it because it wasn't any random stranger and he
knew we loved each other in a different way.  I still remember the first
night we spent together.  My mom had just flown to Acapulco with the
therapist she was seeing and Steve was trying to help me cope with my
anger.  He came over to ask me to pose for a life drawing project he was
working on.  Steve was always very artistic and his parents encouraged it
with extra classes and special seminars.  His latest class dealt with live
models and his big project had to be a life size portrait of a model.
Since hiring someone was a last resort, he asked me to do it.

"Do I have to get naked for you?"  I laughed, not really expecting the
answer I got.

Steve blushed a deep crimson and quietly stammered "Yes.  It's a life
drawing class and they need to be nudes.  My parents would hire a private
model but I don't think I could relax."

"Okay..." I replied slowly.  After a split second of thought, I said, "Why
not?  When does this need to be done?"

"Well...it is due in two weeks so I need to start soon."  Steve smiled and
pleaded, "Can we start right now?"

I shrugged and started to undress.  Steve looked like he was going to pass
out and fumbled with his supplies, dropping his pad and pencils all over
the floor.  Once I was nude, I told him to show me how he wanted me.  He
kept sneaking a look and my crotch as he set up the first pose.  It was
kind of cute and surprisingly erotic to be naked with Steve fully clothed.
My mind struggled to prevent an erection but the longer we went on, the
more difficult it was.

Steve is a handsome boy and my cock stirred every time he was near me.  He
was 5 feet 11 inches and had a lean swimmers build with a butt you wanted
to nuzzle for days.  His face was classically structured; bright chestnut
eyes with gold flakes, Roman nose and jaw, pouty lips, and thick, curly
auburn hair that perfectly framed that gorgeous visage.  I knew from the
locker room gym class that he has a nice thick, 7.5 inch cock and hefty
balls.  What made him even more sexy was the fact that he had absolutely no
idea how drop-dead attractive.

I spent the next couple of hours moving from one pose to another as Steve
did rough sketches.  We listened to soft music and talked a little.  H e
told me that eventually he was going to do a life-sized oil painting based
on the drawings and I would need to pose for that as well.  These initial
sketches had to be approved before he could start on the actual painting.
I told him it was okay and we continued to talk.

After the fourth position change, I asked if I could take a break.  We
stopped and I asked if he was thirsty.  He nodded slowly and I grabbed my
robe and ran to the kitchen for sodas and cookies.  As I re-entered my
bedroom, I saw Steve fully engrossed in fine detailing one of the pics.  I
tiptoed behind him and saw my naked image complete with semi-hard erection
staring back at me.  He made me look like a god and it excited me beyond
belief.  It was like being a voyeur watching someone who doesn't know they
are being seen.

Steve smelled of a woodsy cologne as I crept quietly behind him.  The look
of concentration on his face was mixed with lust and admiration.  I placed
the snacks on my dresser and returned to my secret position.

Leaning close to his shoulder so I could feel the heat of him, I whispered
in his ear, "You've made my dick bigger than I think it is."

Steve gasped and jumped about a foot.  "You bastard!  How long have you
been spying on me?"

"Only a few seconds.  You didn't seem to hear me come in."  I said plainly.
"You were so intense with your focus that I didn't want to bother you.  By
the way, I think the drawing is great but do I really look like that?"

"Well..."  he blushed even deeper than before. "I think you do."

Our faces were mere centimeters apart and his eyes were filled with love.
I took a chance and leaned in and kissed his wonderfully soft lips.  Steve
seemed shocked but quickly returned the affection by throwing his arms
around my neck.  Drawing supplies were scattered as we embraced. Pulling
him up from the chair, I began to tenderly undo his shirt buttons.  He
moaned as more and more of his naked flesh was revealed.  With one hand, I
stroked his nipples while removing the free hanging shirt from his
shoulders. Pulling him slowly towards my bed, I struggled with a very
unforgiving belt as Steve's passion was obviously increasing.

We reached the edge of the mattress and I sat down pulling his head with
mine. Steve was leaning over me as I completed my removal of his belt.
With that last impediment gone, his pants and underwear fell to my anxious
hands.  I pulled my face back, taking his in my hands.

"You know how gorgeous you are." I said softly.  "Please tell me you want
this to happen too."

Steve's response was to slide my robe from my body and straddle my lap.
Purring into my ear, he said "What do you think, silly boy?"

I pulled him down and kissed every inch of him as I worked my way to the
treasure I sought; his cock.  It was completely erect and dripping as I
took it in my mouth for the first time. Moaning and panting, Steve spread
his legs wide and thrashed his head from side to side.  I slowly sucked his
dick until I could take it to the thickest part of the base.  He felt like
he belonged in my throat and soon I sensed his orgasm.  Pulling back to the
crown, I pumped him until he spasmed and filled my mouth with his cream.

Not even giving him a chance to recover, I pushed his legs over my shoulder
and sought out his asshole.  It was pick and hairless and quivering in
anticipation.  Tentatively, I brushed my tongue across it eliciting a long
growl from deep in Steve's throat.  Taking that as a sign to proceed, I ate
him until he was dripping wet.  Moving carefully between Steve's legs, I
positioned my cock at the entrance.  Pushing slowly, I entered his fiery
tunnel watching his face for any signal of discomfort.  Steve just looked
at me with his eyes pleading for more.

Once I was completely in, I allowed Steve's muscles to adjust to my cock.
When I sensed the relaxation occur, I began fucking him with slow even
strokes.  Every other time, I aimed right for his prostate, forcing a
little gasp from him.  Steve `s glowed with primal lust and so much love, I
felt like the only other person in the world.  I continued claiming what
was mine as I began to sense my excitement building to a fever pitch.

Reaching to stroke Steve's dripping erection, I cooed, "Shoot with me.
Show me you love it when I fill you full."

He just moaned and squeezed his ass causing my body to react.  I thrust
deep inside and began spilling my cum in him.  As my orgasm hit, Steve
screamed and shot all other his body.  Once we were spent, I wiped us clean
with a towel and we spooned for a lovers' nap.  It was a heavenly afternoon
for us both.

TO BE CONTINUED...