The Professor and Sean, Part 21
by Scotty
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We all find treasure in the strangest places; it is the wonder of being alive.
Scotty
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The Professor and Sean - Part 21
I
As we walked down the stairs to the sidewalk and Emerson's Jewelry Store, neither of us had much to say. Sean kept hugging me. I wanted him so much, but I knew I would have to wait. I had other plans for the evening, but Sean wanted to go to the cabin. We would be alone and it was probably a better place for us to spend the evening than West Hill Farm. I was happy about the change in plans. This was too important to Sean for me to suggest anything else.
"You know, don't you, Ry that I still am not sure about everything that has happened to me this afternoon. I know one thing, though, Aunt Emily will never want for anything for as long as she lives. That's one thing I have already decided. Ry, if I have you, I don't need all this money. I do want to be able to take you to any place you wish to see in the world, but only if we go together. So start thinking, Hon, and don't be shy. I want your opinion, too, about what to do with some of this money. Any bills you need to pay, any mortgages, any of that stuff, let's pay them off," Sean babbled to me.
"Sean, I don't want to take any of your money. I only want you, Baby. We can talk about the inheritance later. Let's get to the jeweler's and select our rings. I will charge them, and if you demand, I will let you repay me. But I really had every intention of buying the rings, Sean. Maybe you can buy mine and I will buy yours. How does that sound?" I ventured.
"Okay, that sounds fair. But look, Ry, with all this money, I don't want your parents paying for everything. Is there some way we can pay the bills? Ry, how do I pay bills, all I have is this check for over two million dollars. It's funny isn't it, I have all this money, and yet, I can't even buy a candy bar. Ironic, or something like that, isn't it?" Sean said.
"Yes, it is ironic; but it's only a momentary thing. As soon as you deposit the money in a bank, you will have a checking account, an ATM card, and charge cards, too. For the time being, Sean, rely on me. I will arrange to pay all the bills for the ceremony. I know it will take some doing, but I can probably convince my parents to let us, notice I said 'us', help. They will never agree to let us pay everything, not even when they discover that you are a millionaire. This is an important milestone in their lives. After all, their only child is getting married to a man they love as a son. We will have to let them do what they want. Can you live with that, Lover?" I said.
"Okay, I understand, but I want to do something wonderful for Mom and Dad. You have got to help me figure out what that is. Promise me, Ry," said an anxious Sean.
I looked at him and saw concern and love in his beautiful eyes. How could I not help him in anyway he wanted. I was apprehensive about what this amazing day might mean to our relationship. I still loved him beyond any one or anything. I wondered, though, if he would be exclusively mine when he realized what all that money could mean in his young life. I knew that at the moment he loved me, as I loved him, but I also reasoned that sooner or later he might discover a life unlike the one we had enjoyed and planned to enjoy the rest of our lives. I could tell he was concerned about my behavior, and I tried to mask my feelings of dread as much as possible. I didn't fool Sean for a moment.
"Ry, I am not going to look for rings until I know what is the matter with you. Hon, you haven't been the same since we found out about the inheritance. And you didn't even answer me when I asked you to promise me you would help me decide things about what we could do for Mom and Dad. Damn the money! I hate what it has done to you already. What the fuck am I supposed to do, Ry? I don't love you one tiny bit less than I did this morning. You seem distant, or something. Have I hurt you and been too stupid to know that I did. Did you have something planned for us tonight and I fucked it up by saying that I wanted to spend the evening at our cabin? What, what have I done, Hon? You have to tell me. This is no time to keep this a secret, not on the night before our wedding," said Sean as tears started to fall from his eyes.
That did it for me. He still loved me and I knew in that instant that he would always love me. I would be the one to screw it up by worrying too much about the fucking inheritance. I suddenly was aware that Sean really meant it when he said all he wanted was me, and the money was not important to him. I had been a real jackass. How many times did this poor young man have to reassure me that he loved me. I had made him miserable on a day when he should have been filled with joy and happiness over the extent to which his parents had loved him. My eyess began to tear up, too. I was certainly the crap head today.
"Sean, my beloved, I was scared that you might find a life that wouldn't include me. I would rather die than not be with you. But I know that you are exclusively mine, as I am exclusively yours. I have been the crap head today. What a wonderful demonstration of your parents' love for you, and I, like a jerk, have taken all that joy away because I am a fearful wimp. I am so sorry, so sorry, Sean, please forgive me," I said and the tears began to flow freely.
And there on the Main Street of Brattleboro, VT, we hugged and kissed and both realized that in any union there would be good and bad days. There would be days when we didn't agree, when we would argue, perhaps fight. We both realized that whatever those problems would be, that we would always find a way for peace in our union. Our love was too strong to be broken by silly differences.
We strode into Emerson's Jewelry Store. A short, bald-headed man, wearing a dark suit came to us immediately. He smiled at us; I am sure because he knew exactly who we were. I even imagined that our Mom had given him physical descriptions of both us, so that we could get immediate attention. He extended his hand and introduced himself.
"I am Donald Emerson, the owner of this establishment. I assume that you are Ryan Taylor and Sean Kelly. Glad to meet both of you," he said warmly.
"Yes, we are," said Sean.
"And what might I do for you today?" he asked.
"We want to look at rings. Wedding rings, I guess. Do you have any such thing as civil union rings?" I asked.
"You may call them whatever you wish, gentlemen; but, I am sure that we have enough styles and types that we will be able to accommodate your desires. Come and sit at the counter and I will begin to show you some of our merchandise. I should ask what price range you are interested in, as I would not want to show you something that would not fit into your budget."
"There is no price range. Show us the best. The very best," said Sean as he smiled that wonderful smile at me.
So began the long, entertaining and fun experience of selecting our rings. There were so many kinds, narrow, wide, some with designs, some yellow gold, some white gold, some platinum. Some had diamonds, rubies, every stone you could imagine. I kept waiting for one with a topaz in it, and finally he brought one out that had one tiny topaz in it. I wanted it immediately for Sean. I had seen one with a small emerald in it, but I did not say anything about it. Interestingly the rings were identical except for the stone. Sean picked up the ring with the emerald.
"I really like this design and I like yellow gold. The width of the ring is right. What do you think, Ryan?" Sean said.
"I like that design, too. What about the stone, Sean? What do you want for a stone?" I asked.
"Sir," asked Sean, "is it possible to get two stones, the size of the stone already in these display rings set in this band?"
"Oh yes, we could do that. What did you have in mind, sir?" asked Mr. Emerson.
"I would like an emerald and a topaz set side by side," said a smiling Sean.
"Sean, how did you know? I wanted to get you the one with the topaz, but your idea is so much better. I am so pleased that you asked," I said smiling.
"This will take a little longer than what we had been told to expect by your Mother, Mr. Taylor. It can be done, but not before closing time. Our man will stay late and finish it, but it won't be ready until early morning. Will tomorrow morning be acceptable for picking up the rings?" Emerson asked.
"Could you deliver the rings to West Hill Inn, not later than 9:30 tomorrow morning?" I asked.
"Certainly, that will not be a problem. I will deliver them myself. Now, one other thing; do you wish any engraving on the inside of the band?" he asked.
I looked at Sean and he looked at me. Suddenly we were in left field, not having thought anything about it. I whispered to Sean. He smiled and told me 'yes'.
"Yes, we would like some engraving. First, tomorrow's date on both, then 'Sean, my treasure,with love, Ryan', on my ring, 'Ryan, my treasure, with love, Sean.' " I told Emerson. He reached for the holder of fitting rings and measured first Sean and then my ring size.
"Well, that takes care of everything. Now, would you like to know how much this is going to cost you two?" he asked.
"Yes, I am interested in knowing," said a befuddled Sean.
"You owe, let me see now. You owe nothing. These rings are to be paid for by Attorney Wentworth and his partner Daniel Hazelton. It is their wedding gift to you both. He called me shortly after you left his office. Attorney Wentworth thinks the world of both of you. He is so elated about tomorrow," Emerson told us.
"You've got to be kidding, right? He and Dan didn't do that, did they? I mean, I don't know what I mean," said a flustered Sean.
"Sean, we should invite him to the ceremony tomorrow, and Dan, too, if they can make it. Thanks for everything, Mr. Emerson," I said.
"We left the store and hurried back upstairs to Wentworth's office. After announcing us to him, his secretary let us into the inner office. We quickly invited both Wentworth and Hazelton to our ceremony. Wentworth was very pleased. He would do everything in his power to be sure that both he and Dan were in attendance. Before we left, Wentworth had told us that the cabin was open, the water turned on, electricity was on, food put in the fridge, the heat turned on, fireplace lit, the telephone working, and outside lights were on, and one light in the living area would be on. In other words the cabin was ready. Sean was so happy about it that it made me happy, too. We couldn't ask for more. We left; both of us floating a little above earth.
There was no delaying our trip to the cabin. That was where Sean wanted to be. We had been told where to find the Rover. Since we had to drive past West Hill Inn, Sean drove the Rover and I drove the Celica. We left the Celica at the inn, where the management was eager to please us. We took our suitcases with us so that we could have clean clothes for the morning. The rehearsal was set for 10:00 in the morning. I silently hoped that there would be an alarm clock at the cabin. After another short ride, maybe 20 minutes, we were at Lake Belmont. Sean followed the directions I gave him from the sheet Wentworth had provided. We eventually found the sign pointing to 'Kelly's Retreat'. It was a short drive down the gravel road until we were in the parking area in front of the cabin.
There was a porch on the side of the cabin where we had parked. Neatly stacked, split hardwood was waiting for us to use. There were windows that looked out onto the parking area. As it was late in the season, most of the leaves had fallen from the trees and there were remnants of flowers in the boxes on the windows. Sean unlocked the door. He stood there smiling at me. I was a little confused until it dawned on me what he was waiting for. I reached over and picked him up into my arms and carried him over the threshold. He began to kiss me immediately and I was in passion's embrace.
Then I looked around. I was astonished. The living area was beautiful. Floor to ceiling windows that's are two floors, faced the lake. The flagstone fireplace was the dominant feature of the room. The furniturewas in muted earth tones,and selected pieces of furniture were in leather of a rich mahogany color. Various artifacts from all over the world adorned the walls. The wide pine board floors were covered with rugs. Lamps and tables added a final touch to the room.
"Sean, this is beautiful, just beautiful. Do you remember it like this?" I asked as I put him gently down on the sofa.
"Not exactly. I don't remember any of the details of how it looked. I remember the happy times here, though," he said.
"Let's look around," I said. Sean followed me into the dining area, which was totally open to the living area. On the back wall of the dining area was a large opening, or pass through, for serving food from the kitchen and returning the dishes after the meal.. Sean kept stopping and looking out the windows.
"Come with me, right now, Ry. No questions. Just move it," said a playful Sean.
I followed him outside to a porch facing the lake. The last streaks of color in the late fall sky were repeated on the placid lake. It was beautiful. We sat on the steps that to the lawn-like area which eventually led to the water's edge. Sean put his arm around me. I was so happy, I couldn't speak.
"This is why I wanted to be here tonight. I remember sitting on these steps with my folks watching the sunsets. I have never forgotten that. I wanted you to share that with me," said my emotional Sean.
"Baby, thank you for sharing this beautiful moment with me. It's getting a little cool out here, how about we go inside and find something to help get us warm," I said with a giggle.
"Come on, Ry. Let's explore the rest of the cabin. I don't remember that much about it. We have to find a place to sleep tonight. It's important to me that we find a comfortable place," said Sean.
We went back into the cabin, walking down the hall to what was the master bedroom. It had obviously been modernized in the recent past as there was a king-sized bed, some nightstands and one large dresser. We found a good-sized closet for clothes and in the closet was another dresser. The dressers did not match; obviously one of them had been added. The bathroom was fairly large, with a tub shower, two sinks, a whirlpool tub, and a stool. The necessities were there. It was not luxurious, but it was warm and charming. Central heat had been put in, because the rooms were comfortably warm. Across from the master bedroom, we discovered another smaller room. It was a child's room. I noticed Sean as he stopped in the doorway. He was having a recollectoon from which I did not wish to distract him. He surveyed the room slowly. He walked to the dresser and touched it, running his fingers lightly over the top. He opened the closet door, and I heard him gasp. I went to his side, and looking into the closet, I saw some children's toys and books. It was the ratty teddy bear that drew Sean's attention. He picked it up gently and pulled it to his chest where he hugged it tightly. Tears slowly ran down his cheeks as he remembered a special toy from his childhood.
"Are you okay, Baby?" I asked, as I hugged him from the back, and in so doing I, too, was hugging the teddy bear.
"Ry, it's Scrufs! Uncle Jesse said he was lost. I wanted him when I was left alone. I wanted to hug him 'cause he always made me happy. Am I a wimp for reacting this way, Ry?" asked Sean.
"Sean, your reaction is one hundred percent normal. Our childhood toys are very special and we never outgrow our connection to these special toys. It's not that we need them with us all the time; it's more that they provoke strong memories in us, memories that bring back the joys and sorrows of childhood. They are a life experience, which is just as meaningful as any in our lifetime. They are not simply nostalgic; no, Sean, it's more than that. They are connections -- important connections to some of the happiest days in our lives. Don't let Scrufs go! Keep him. He can remind you of this place, of your Mom and Dad, and of the joys you had here. That old dog-eared teddy is pretty damn important," I said. I wondered quietly if I sounded too professorial. I didn't care. I had told Sean the truth.
Sean turned to me and kissed me gently on the lips. Scrufs was squashed between us. Somehow Scrufs seemed to belong with us, a reminder of time past; it was a time important to my lover and partner. When I pressed my lips harder against Sean's and his lips opened and my tongue explored his mouth, Scrufs was put on the bed so that Sean could use both hands to explore my body. It was getting pretty intense and I knew if we didn't cool it that we would be making love momentarily.
"God, Sean, I don't want to let you go, but Baby, we have to check for food. We have to eat something before we go to bed, although I admit right how, bed is more tempting than eating. I want us both to be strong. So it's food before lovemaking," I reminded Sean.
"Okay, but let's make this quick and easy. We need to get to bed to make love, but we also need some sleep because tomorrow is going to be a busy and emotional day," Sean said.
We went to the kitchen and opened the fridge. There were fresh milk, OJ, eggs, bread, butter, jelly, bagels, English muffins, mayo, mustard, and catsup and that was about it. The cupboards revealed coffee, sugar, salt-and-pepper shakers, oil, canned tuna, tomatoes, spaghetti sauce, canned mushrooms, and some cans of vegetables. Sean told me we would have to improve the stores at the cabin. I agreed. We were trying to decide what we might have when a car drove up. We both wondered who it might be, assuming, I think, that it was the person who had put in the provisions and who watched the cabin. But when we answered the door, we were surprised to see Dan Hazelton standing there with two pizza boxes and a six-pack of beer.
"Thought you guys might like something to eat. The beer was because I can't think of pizza without thinking of beer," said Dan.
"Come on in, Dan. Excuse our surprised looks, but we thought it would be the caretaker," said Sean.
"Well, I am sort of the caretaker. I have used this place a great deal since I went to work with Wentworth. I always paid for it, but I did add some things like the king-sized bed. Also added a new fridge, stove, central heating, artesian well, and insulation; so that it can be used year-round. The rental income paid for most of those improvements; some of the remainder was paid for from the trust since the instructions were to keep this place in good condition so that Sean could enjoy it. Enough of that, let's dig in to the pizza before it gets too cold," Dan said.
In a flash we were seated around the table, the pizza boxes open in the middle. That familiar and warming smell of pizza contributed to the friendly atmosphere.
"Why did you decide to bring pizza?" I asked.
"Just sort of felt right."
"Damn nice of you, Dan," said Sean as he bit off the end of a slice of pizza.
"You two guys amaze me. You are so open about your sexuality. That's the way it should be, but it isn't that way for many gay guys."
"Who wants a beer?" I asked as I opened one for myself.
"I will, please," said Sean.
"Me too, please," replied Dan.
We looked at each other as we enjoyed the pizza and beer. It was a pleasant diversion from some of the other more trying parts of the day.
"Dan, as Ryan will tell you, I don't beat around the bush. Are you gay?" asked Sean
"Sean, that's a little too forward. That's very private information, and I know it doesn't matter to you if he is gay or not, as long as he is competent," I quickly said as I moved an empty pizza box to the end of the table.
"No, no. It's okay, Ryan. I opened the door when I made that remark earlier. I'm an attorney and I know that if you bring up something, you can expect the other side to pursue it. Sean, don't be embarrassed by your question. Yes, I am gay. I have been gay since I was twelve. I don't get much action, and finding a partner who isn't looking for something other than a relationship. is difficult.
"Over the years I have tried four times to establish a good relationship, but it always failed. Once it was money he was really after. Two of the others felt I didn't spend enough time with them, which was true. And the last, well he turned mean and abusive; and so he had to go. My luck or ability in that area, is not good. So I go to clubs, bath houses, rest areas, anywhere I can suck a cock," confessed Dan.
"I'm sorry, Dan. I didn't mean for you to have to confess your whole life. When I do things like this, Ryan calls me his crap head. That's how I feel right now. Please, I am sorry, will you forgive me?" asked a sheepish Sean.
"You are not a crap head, Baby. You are not shy and you ask some difficult questions. That doesn't mean other people weren't thinking the same thing. In fact, I wondered if Dan were gay, too. Thanks for asking the question, and thank you ,Dan, for your candor," I added.
"I might as well finish my confession. I hoped that you might invite me to stay the night and that I might end up as the filling in a three-way sex sandwich with one of your cocks deep in my ass and the other down my throat. But I realized when I saw you two again, that you are not into that stuff, especially since you are making your vows tomorrow. I apologize for coming here under false pretenses. I should really go; I have embarrassed both of you and myself. I am the crap head and...." said Dan.
Sean interrupted. "Look Dan, if this weren't the important night that it is for Ryan and me, you could stay and we would be happy to invite you into our bed. But, honestly, I don't want to share Ryan with anyone tonight. I want him all to myself."
"And Dan, I won't share Sean with anyone tonight. I want him all to myself, as well. But Dan, when you come to State to visit us; who knows, you might end up in our bed. You are a hot and sexy guy," I said.
"Absolutely, Dan. I will tell you truthfully, I would love to see your naked ass and cock, not to mention your balls, but not tonight. Do you understand?" asked Sean.
"Of course I understand. You two have been straightforward with me. I have told you the truth. I will be looking toward my visit to your place at State. I will be satisfied for weeks with my fantasy about what might happen. That will keep me happy. When I visit, we will just let things play out. Now I have to get going. Thanks for letting me stay for pizza," Dan said, as he got up from the table and moved to the door of the cabin.
"Wait up, Dan. Would you enjoy a three-way kiss before you leave?" asked Sean.
"Well, that would be rather nice, but I don't want to impose on you two," said Dan shyly.
We moved to Dan and both brought our lips to his where we licked him. He was sighing and he opened his lips and we both pushed out tongues into his mouth. My hand brushed his crotch and I could feel his very hard cock. I guesstimated that it was a solid 8 or 9 inches of choice meat. We continued kissing until both Sean and I were hard and ready for action, but we wanted to be alone. So, as if on cue, we pulled away from Dan. He turned and left. He had nothing more to say.
"Wow, he's a hot one, Ry. Did you get a feel of his cock, it's a monster, must be 9 inches at least. Holy Hannah! I want him in bed with us when he comes to visit. Never thought I would be fucking my lawyer. I always thought clients got fucked by their lawyers," said Sean laughing heartily.
"Man is he hot. I can't imagine what he would be like in bed. I think he hasn't had any real intense gay sex for a long time. That's how we were that first time. Remember? It was so hot!" I said.
"Yeah, but Lover, it got even better as we did it more often. Practice makes perfect," said a giggling Sean.
"You going to finish those last two pieces of pizza, or should I put them in the fridge?"
"Don't you dare touch them. They are mine, just as you are mine and I am going to eat both of you tonight," Sean said.
"Well, eat your pizza, Baby. I will be dessert for you. So leave room for me," I said laughing as I removed the empty beer bottles and the one totally spent pizza box.
"I like lots of cream on my dessert. Do you have much to offer me tonight?" asked a Sean, happy with his clever response.
"I have more than enough to fill you up; both ends like, a cannoli - then I want to eat it all, Baby," I said in my sexiest voice.
Sean laughed as he pulled me into his arms. We kissed gently, withholding the passion that was boiling in us. We headed to the bedroom as if a director had given us a spot. We turned off lights as we left the room and went down the small hallway. I switched on a small lamp on one of the bedside tables. It made a glow in the room, casting a golden hue on everything. Sean began to unbutton my shirt, kissing my chest as he did. He licked my nipples, and then knowing it drives me crazy, he began to bite them tenderly.
"Sean, oh God, Baby. You are getting me so hot, take me, please. I want to be yours totally. Oh, Baby, please."
"I want you hot, very hot. We are going to make love to each other, Hon. I want you in me, so much." Sean told me as he threw my shirt on the floor, and quickly shed his own shirt.
We stood there playing with each other's nipples. I began to kiss Sean on the face, the eyes, the ears, the shoulders, and I pushed his arms up and started to lick his pits. After a while, he lowered his arms and started to undo my belt, then unzipped my trousers them and the boxers down to my ankles. He pulled off my loafers. I lifted my leg slightly so that he could pull one leg of my trousers off at a time, he even removed my socks. Except for my watch and the bracelet he had given me, I was naked. He stepped away and looked at me.
"Don't move, Ry, I want to take in your beauty. God, Ry, you are so hot and sexy. Do you have any idea how handsome you are; how you just have to smile at me and I get hard? Turn for me. Oh yes, your ass. It's magnificent. I saw just a little of it that at Walgreens when we met, and I couldn't wait to see it all; but I never thought we would make love so soon. You were so good to me. I loved you more and more as the night passed."
While Sean was talking to me he had removed all his clothes and stood naked. His body was so perfect, so beautiful. As I gazed at him, my cock began to rise up in appreciation of all that he is. He was erect and his cock stood out, glistening with precum. I couldn't resist any longer. I was on my knees in an instant taking Sean's cock deep into my throat. I wanted him so much. He was moaning, and grabbed my head, in a way he had never done before, and started to fuck my face with a fury. I was gasping for breath and choking, but he wouldn't stop. I finally stopped fighting and opened my throat as much as I could and let him fuck my face. His eyes were glazed, and he was somewhere miles and times away.
Suddenly he pulled his cock from my mouth, pushed me onto the bed, rolled me onto my back, pushed my legs back, spit in my crack and hole and then with unchecked passion, Sean rammed his hard cock deep into my ass. I gasped, not becasue of pain, but with the total passion with which Sean was taking me. I was an emotional mess. He was making me his without mistake; I was his forever, and I loved him for it. I grabbed his firm ass cheeks and pulled him deeper into me. He responded by taking my throbbing cock into his mouth and sucking me as he fucked me. It was our special lovemaking. I didn't last long, and I was soon filling Sean's mouth with my man seed. As I reached my climax, my ass muscles were played havoc with Sean's cock and he filled my hot love tunnel with his seed.
We were exhausted, and simply lay in each other's arms for a long time. I noticed that Sean wasn't moving much and realized that my darling had fallen asleep, his cock still deep in my ass. I didn't move, not even to turn off the light. In a few minutes I would follow Sean into sleep, but before I did, I again thanked God that He had brought Sean to me. Sean was my lover and partner. Tomorrow, God willing, he would become my husband.
I hugged my treasure tightly to me and fell asleep.
II
At some point during the night, Sean and I had broken our embrace. I awoke feeling Sean's hard cock pushing against my ass crack. I wondered if he was awake or if this was just his morning piss hardon. The room was quiet. I watched the sunlight jump around the patterned bed covering. At first I wondered how that could be, and then I remembered shadows and light. Must be a tree that the sunlight shines through as the wind moves the branches. I felt better having solved that mystery. I moved slightly to see the alarm. It read 6:30. It was then that I heard Sean's voice, quiet; just slightly more than a whisper. It sounded sad, I thought.
"Ry, can you ever forgive me? I was a pig, an animal, last night. Worse than that, even. I know I took you almost in a rage. I couldn't help it. Suddenly the day came plunging in on me. I wanted to have you know how much I love you. But, Ry, Hon, I know I hurt you. I was brutal, a hell of way to show love. I, I raped you, Ry. That's just what I did; I raped you and then, like a sated animal, I feel asleep," said Sean his voice cracking.
"I am going to turn around so that you can see me, Sean. I don't want to talk to you with your face to my back, I want this to be face-to-face," I said. I turned and faced San, but he kept his eyes averted, too ashamed, I guess, to look directly at me. I wasn't buying into that.
"Look at me, look into my eyes. Do you remember once after we had only been together a little while when I hurt you because all my passion and desire replaced the caring lover I usually am? It was one of the worst things I had ever done. Do you remember what you told me? You forgave me, Sean, you told me that it was okay. Well, the same thing happened last night. Your passion and desire overcame the gentle lover that you usually are. You didn't rape me, Sean. I never protested. I took your rough sex as a statement about your feelings for me. You wanted me to be sure that I understood that I was yours and no one else had a claim on me," I told an unhappy Sean.
"That's all true, to some extent, Ry. But that doesn't excuse my not kissing you goodnight , not telling you that I loved you. I fell asleep. Fuck, I can't believe I did that, I'm so ashamed," he whispered to me.
"Sean, do you know what the last thing I did before I fell asleep last night? You were lying asleep on me; in fact, your penis was still in me. I hugged you, Sean. And I prayed. I thanked God that He had sent you to me. I knew you were my lover and my partner, but I thought about today. I was happy that today you were going to be my husband, legally. I wasn't unhappy about your lovemaking. Sean, you made love to me, not to someone else. I love you as much as I ever did, dear Sean. Don't be unhappy on this special day. And don't kid yourself, I can repay you tonight for last night. You are going to have one sore ass, Baby," I said with a laugh.
In a flash Sean was all over me, kissing me with such intensity that it took my breath away. He was licking my body from my head to my toes. I had to stop him. I wanted to save my sexual energy for our hornymoon. But I so wanted him now, and I wondered if I could I have both. Could I take him now, and be rested enough to take him again and again and again tonight. Sean saved me worrying about it. He took my cock into his mouth and sucked me like a vacuum, covering it with a huge amount of saliva. He turned and sat down on my hard cock, taking all of me into himself.
"I am not fucking waiting until later. I want you to fuck me now; right now; right now, Ry. I have your cock all the way up my tight ass, now roll me over and fuck me hard and deep. Please, Ry, make me cum. God, I want you so much. Please, please, Ry, take me, make me yours again. Prove to me that you are not angry with me," begged Sean.
I quickly rolled Sean onto his back, but I didn't take my cock out of his ass. He wrapped his legs around me and pulled me tightly to himself. He held me so tightly that I wondered if I would be able to fuck him. I tried to fuck, but he had me held in one place, but he understood immediately and relented. I started to fuck him slowly and with intense love and caring.
I was so hot for him, that I just started to fuck him hard and deep and fast. I pounded his ass. I took his hard cock into my mouth and sucked him as I fucked him. We were both groaning and mumbling. I reached my climax and started to shoot hot cum into Sean's ass and as I did he started to shoot his cum deep into my throat. I continued to suck his cock, which didn't seem to have any intention of getting soft. I had stopped cumming in Sean's ass, but I stayed hard, primarily because he was working those amazing ass muscles, coaxing my cock to stay hard. He wanted me to fuck him again. But I had other ideas. He had to know that I forgave him. I pulled out of him, rolled him on his back and quickly straddled his cock, held it to my rosebud and sat down impaling myself on his cock.
"Oh, Ry, that is so fucking sexy. Hon, you do forgive me. Ride me, Lover, till we both cum. Ry, I love you." he said.
He rolled me onto my back and continued to fuck me hard and deep his balls slapping against my ass. I did not touch myself. I knew he was on target with my love button, because with every in stroke, my whole body reacted with pleasure. I was dripping sweat, and his body was glistening with perspiration. I could feel my balls pulling up into my body, and my entire being became aware of the approaching moment of sexual fulfillment. He started to shoot into my hot ass and as he did, I lost it, spilling my seed all over both of us. We just lay there for a moment. He leaned in and kissed me in the most loving gentle way.
"Thanks, Sean. That was wonderful. But, Stud, we need to get going. Today is a long day. So let's hit the floor, the shower, breakfast and get going," I told him as I returned that kiss.
Our shower was short, but pleasant. We stood together under the warm water in each other's arms, kissing. We lathered up, stopping to pay special attention to cocks, balls, and asses. Rinsed and dried, we dressed in some casual clothes; ready for the first part of the day. Breakfast was easy and over in a short time. Our suitcases were repacked and loaded into the Rover. After we brushed our teeth, we went out to the porch and sat on the steps looking out over the lake, which was beginning to shimmer in the rising sun. The lake, as if to send us a special message, sparkled like a blue cloth covered with diamonds. We held each other and kissed from time to time.
"Sean, this is a beautiful place. I love it here. Wouldn't mind spending summer break here with you. What do you think?"
"Would you really come here and stay, just the two of us. That would be super, Hon. I would really love that. Should we get going?"
"Yes, it's time to move out. I could happily stay here with you, Sean. I can cancel our Maine reservations and we can spend out hornymoon here; that is, if that would interest you. Think about it," I told Sean.
We got up and moved slowly to the Rover. Sean wanted me to drive. I mde sure that we had locked everything up. I would tell Dan to check it out. We headed to our meeting with destiny; again, in every sense of the word it was out of our hands. Everything had been planned. All we had to do was show up and say our vows.
"Ry, you know where I want to be for our hornymoon?" asked Sean.
"No, where? Tell me!" I implored.
"Anywhere you are, Hon. That's where I want to be on our hornymoon. Maine, Vermont, the cabin, the back of the car, anyplace we can be alone and together. I just want to make love to you in a long unbroken hornymoon," Sean said in a very serious tone.
I wanted to stop the Rover and grab Sean and kiss him, telling him as I did, that I wanted exactly the same thing. I couldn't stop the Rover at the moment, but I could certainly tell him how I felt.
"Do you know where I want to be?" I asked Sean.
"I suppose in Maine since you made reservations," he replied.
"Actually, I want to be with you, anywhere. I just want you, our togetherness and our privacy. So you see, Baby, we both want the same thing," I told him.
"If I kiss you, you won't drive off the road will you?" he asked with a giggle.
"Not likely unless you start to feel me up, too. Come on, Sean, kiss me, but for heaven's sake, don't block my view," I said with a small laugh. Sean moved quickly, undid his seat belt, leaned in and kissed me on the lips with a little tongue, then was back in his seat with his belt rebuckled.
"How was that lover?" he asked. I decided to have a little fun with my serious Sean.
"How was what?" I asked.
"The kiss, you crap head!" he said firmly.
"Oh, was that what that was. I thought an insect flew by my mouth. So that was the kiss you wanted to give your husband to be. Hmmm, not very sexy or passionate," I replied. I could tell that Sean was getting a little upset; so upset, in fact, that he didn't even notice I had driven to a roadside rest area. I stopped the car. He looked at me with defiance in his eyes. I smiled.
"Come here, Baby. Let's have a real kiss. I love you, Sean. It was just a tease. I'm sorry because I think it upset you. Don't you know that even the smallest quickest kiss from you sets me on fire," I told him as he undid his seat belt and I undid mine, too. I pushed on the seat reclining buttons and both of our seats went down almost flat. He was on me in a split second, his mouth over mine, demanding entrance, which I quickly granted. He kissed me with such fury that I thought I might cum in my jeans. I summoned all my strength and rolled him onto his back, but I didn't diminish the intensity of the kiss. I desperately needed to breathe again, so I pulled away from him and stared down into his beautiful eyes and handsome face.
"Was that better?" he asked.
"It was hot, Baby. It was hot. I want you right now, but we have to save it for tonight. People will be waiting, too. Sean, you know how to kiss me so that I almost forget who I am or where I am. All I know is that I am with you and you are making me happy and full of desire for you. That makes you a champ," I said with complete sincerity.
"Thanks, Ryan. You taught me how to kiss, Hon. You are the sexy, hot lover. If I am good at anything, you taught it to me. I think you deserve tenure from me for such exemplary teaching," he was laughing lightly.
I pushed the button and the seats came back into position. We both rebuckled; I drove back onto the road, actually the interstate, and drove north for a short distance. I took the left turn indicating Rt. 5 and started the upgrade for a few miles. Sean was on the lookout for a sign to West Hill Inn. He spotted one a few miles further, and I turned onto a well-kept gravel road. The trees overhung the road and it seemed that we were headed deeper into the woods away from civilization. Abruptly we were in a clearing, and ahead sat the inn. It looked out over the valley on to the neighboring hills. In the mist that obscured what was in the distance, one would imagine he was looking at the Green Mountains. The parking lot had a number of cars in it. It was 9AM; our-run through was to start at 10AM.
"God, Ryan, this place is beautiful. Mom has great taste doesn't she. Mom is so wonderful," Sean said.
"You get no disagreement from me, Lover. Mom is a special, one-of-a-kind person. She helped make my life wonderful. She and Dad love both of us. I can't tell you what that means to me. Do you realize that they could have said, 'Look you queer bastard, you are no son of ours. Get out and never show your face here again.' But Sean, they never said anything like that; all they ever wanted was for me to be happy. They knew very early on that I had found this wonderful person I loved deeply and fully. They could sense it even over the phone, or in email messages. Sean, do you realize that they fell in love with you?" I said in a voice that was breaking up and with tears in my eyes.
"Ryan, I fell in love with you in an instant. And when I met Mom and Dad, I fell in love again. When I saw them, when I felt their love, their concern, I knew why you, my wonderful lover, were the man I wanted to spend my life with. I love them so much. But, Ryan, truthfully, I love you even more," Sean said in a voice that was cracking and with tears in his eyes, too.
"Let's go in, I'm sure Mom and Dad are already here. And Rog and Greg are here, I bet. Cathy and Janet, if they are not here will be pulling in any minute. The same for Kevin and Jerrod. I will be strong with no weeping. you, too, please. If we cry tomorrow that's okay with me. But let's try to stay happy for everyone today. Okay?" I said.
"Yeah, I can do that. I can manage anything if I know I have you at the end of the day." said Sean.
We got out of the Rover and walked up to the large wraparound porch. The building was three stories; it was old, but beautifully kept, or restored. When we were on the porch, we stopped, in awe of the view . I put my arm around Sean. He had his arm around my waist. I couldn't help myself, I turned and took him into my arms.
"This is a beautiful, magnificent view; but Sean, my lover, you are more beautiful, more magnificent to me. God, Sean, I want you right now, here," I pulled him to me and kissed him with our special kiss, and I felt his erection against my thigh; I knew he could feel mine, too. We didn't separate; we were enjoying our embrace too much.
"Enough of that stuff! That's to be saved for the wedding night. Naughty, naughty," came this remark from a familiar voice. It could only be one person, Greg. We had separated by then, and Rog and Greg came up to us and hugged us both with great strength and love. Before we could say another word, my Mom and Dad moved quickly to us.
"Ryan, Sean, dear sons. Oh, you handsome boys. We are so excited about everything. Here, kiss Mom, right now, no dilly dallying," said Mom.
We went to Mom; first I, and then Sean kissed her. Dad stood there for just a moment after I had kissed Mom. He drew me to him in a strong hug, and he kissed me on the forehead. I was a little surprised. But what surprised me more was when he did likewise to Sean. Sean just returned the hug in a genuine demonstration of affection.
Then everyone started to talk at the same time. There were comments about flowers, about music, and clergy. I could not make anything of it all. Sean just stood there in total disbelief. I finally heard my Mom speaking alone.
"Sean, there is someone here to see you. Please, come in the lobby with us. Ryan, you too, That someone wants to see you, also." We followed her into the lobby. There on the far side of the lobby, sitting in a large chair, which made her look tiny, sat Sean's Aunt Emily. He stopped short in his tracks. I was directly behind him and I held his arm as I sensed he was overtaken by emotion. His Aunt Emily raised herself slowly from the chair, a signal that my lover did not miss. He ran to his Aunt Emily and wrapped his arms around her. They were both sobbing. The rest of us were coughing and wiping our eyes and trying to not get too emotional.
"Mom, I have to go to him and help him. Please, all of you, excuse me," I told them as I walked over to Sean and his aunt. The worst of the sobbing was finished when I got there. I hugged both of them and again there were loads of tears. Sean was trying to talk, but his sobs made it difficult.
"Aunt Emily, this, this is the man that I love. I love him so much, Auntie. This is the Ryan I have told you so much about. Isn't he just wonderful?" said Sean.
Aunt Emily, who was a short, thin woman with gray hair and a multitude of facial wrinkles, squinted at me for a moment. Then she reached out and took my hand. I moved to her and gave her a hug and a kiss on the cheek. She put me at arm's length and examined me again. Finally, we all heard her impression of me.
"Sean, he darn well is a handsome fella. If I were a few years younger, I'd be in competition with you for his affections. He's okay, Sean. I approve. Ryan, welcome to our family," she said.
"Auntie Emily, thanks. Isn't he just the cat's pajamas?" said a gleeful Sean.
"He's even more than that, young man. He's an educated, caring man, and he loves you. You are both lucky. I'd say you are both getting a pretty good deal," she said with a smile
"And, Sean, there's one more thing. I am walking you down the aisle with those two wonderful gentlemen over there. They are going to make sure that I don't fall on my face. Sean, I just have to do this. I am so happy for you, and I want to be a part of the goings-on. Is that okay with you and Ryan?" she asked. Sean's answer was the to hug her again and to start to weep.
"Enough of that, Sean. Let's get happy. Let's enjoy our time together. I want to get to know all your kind and wonderful friends," scolded Aunt Emily.
The little group, my Mom and Dad, Rog and Greg, had been joined by Cathy and Janet, and last, but not least, Kevin and Jerrod. I could already feel emotions building in me. I had to keep cool, be strong for Sean who was having a really difficult time with his emotions.
I knew there was one more difficult moment for Sean this morning. He had yet to meet his former Priest, Father O'Rourke. Everyone who knew about it was apprehensive. I was a jumble of nerves..
What if neither of them recognized the other? Sean hadn't gone to that church since his parents died. It would be an interesting and emotional time, of that I was sure. Sean had taken his Aunt Emily back to her chair and was sitting in a chair near her. They were in deep, serious conversation, which I assumed had much to do about Sean's desire to make sure his aunt was well taken care of for the rest of her life. As Sean escorted his aunt back, Rog, Greg, Cathy, Janet, Kevin and Jerrod came over to me and started to talk to me. There was a jumble of voices and I really couldn't decipher what they were all saying. Greg saved the day.
"Hey, hey, how about one at a time so poor Ryan can hear what we are saying. Right now it sounds like babble. Me first. Ry, I am so pleased and happy about today. You two guys make just about the ideal, perfect couple, hetero or homo, and that's a fact," Greg said with emphasis.
"Amen!" came a chorus.
"And Ryan, I was so moved by Sean's response to his Aunt. After all that has happened to him, it was obvious that he loves her deeply," said Cathy.
"Ryan, old man, this is a big day. I love the dickens out of you two. You, Ryan are one of my oldest friends at State. And Sean, well, he is one of the finest pianists I have ever taught. Together you make an awesome couple. I am so happy for both of you," said Rog.
I tried to answer each of them, but they continued to take turns telling me how happy they were for us. Kevin and Jerrod were the last to say anything. Kevin, I think, spoke for both of them.
"Ryan, Jerrod and I want you and Sean to know that you are an example to us of how a couple should act, of how a couple should show their affection toward each other. We hope that we can be just a small bit like you two. You guys are first-class. It amazes both of us the depth of your love for one another. It is rare, Ryan; rare indeed," said a somber Kevin.
"Look, what you all have said to me is terrific, but, please be sure to say it to Sean. He's wonderful, sensitive and giving; I know he will be thrilled to hear it all. By the way, where are Mom and Dad?"
"I was just about to tell you, Ryan. They went to get Father O'Rourke. They should be back momentarily. You best get over to Sean, I think," Cathy informed me.
"Thanks, I am on my way." I hurried over to Sean and his aunt, just in time to hear Sean say to her in a strong, even tone,
"No more to say about it, Aunt Emily. I am going to make sure that you get everything you need. or want. No more worrying about money for you. And I don't care what Uncle Jesse did with the money. I care about you. Now, let's talk about something else. Oh, here's the number-one person in my life, Auntie. Isn't he a handsome dude?" said Sean.
"That he is, Honey, that he is!" said a smiling, happy Aunt Emily.
I noticed my Mom and Dad walking back into the lobby one on either side of an elderly, white-haired gentleman. He was moving with exceptional ease, and I couldn't see why they were concerned about him as the clergyman for our ceremony. Jerrod had come over to our group and was chatting amicably with Sean, so Sean did not see the old priest. I knew I had to interrupt, or the shock might be too much for my over emotionally-taxed lover.
"Sean, I hate to interrupt, but the man who is going to perform our ceremony just arrived. If you can, try to keep your emotions in check, Baby." I said.
"Why would I get emotional about who's go......" Sean stopped in mid sentence and just stared at Father O'Rourke. "Ry, it can't be; it can't be Father O'Rourke. Is it? Tell me Ryan."
"Yes, it's Father O'Rourke. Go and greet him, Sean. He's an old man now; he may need your help to identify you. Go!" I urged.
Sean walked slowly to the old man. From the broad smile on Father O'Rourke's face, I knew he recognized Sean. He held out his arms and Sean fell into them. They were both shedding tears as were my Mom and Dad. Everyone was frozen in time. Father O'Rourke was patting Sean's back. He was saying quiet things to Sean. Only the two of them could hear their exchange. Finally Sean moved away from the old man and said to all of us.
"This wonderful man, Father O'Rourke, helped me through some of the most difficult days of my life. He comforted me when my parents were killed in a terrible accident and I couldn't understand how a kind God could do that. He taught me a valuable lesson: he told me that God doesn't do those things. Events in our lives are usually the result of decisions we make, not what God dictates. I now know how right he is about that. I love him dearly, and I could not be more thrilled and happy that he is presiding over our ceremony tonight. Please, all of you, meet Father O'Rourke," said a humble and grateful Sean.
There was an immediate round of applause from a group of friends all of whom, like me, had the glistening of tears in their eyes. Father O'Rourke smiled and waved his hand to indicate no applause. Then he spoke.
"As you can see I am an old man and therefore an old-time priest, or so it appears. But let me just say this, I am so happy for Sean. His life was not without many unfortunate and unhappy moments. To see him now; grown, happy, and ready to commit himself to a partner, speaks for his maturity and his goodness. And you, there, Ryan. Come here, please. There, now do us all a favor and give your almost legal husband a kiss. I want to see it so I am not shocked out of my collar," he said with a gigantic smile. I took Sean into my arms and kissed him with a gentle, polite kiss. There was immediate applause.
"You two need to practice, that's for sure. When we do the ceremony tonight, Ryan, I expect you to really kiss Sean to show him your total love and commitment to him." laughed the old priest. The room was alive with laughter as Sean and I blushed.
Sean saved the day. "Ryan, if Father O'Rourke wants us to practice, let's get this show on the road so we can do as he has instructed us. You know, Father, Ryan is shy. He can kiss better than that, I can attest. I will have him ready for tonight, Father, you can count on it." Again there was pleasant laughter.
"Now, guys, please go to Suite 223 where your tuxes are; the tailor is waiting. Try them on. If they need any alterations you can get them fitted," ordered my Mom.
"Just a minute, Mom. Sean and I have something we need to do." Sean rushed out of the room to the car and brought in the box of gifts."
"What's this all about?" asked an impatient Greg.
Sean and I stood next to each other. I spoke first. "You all know how much Sean and I appreciate all that you have done for us. We can never repay you, as there is not enough money nor time left in the world to do that."
Sean continued, "So, please accept from us these small tokens of our love. We have been blessed to have such stalwart friends as Rog and Greg, and such gentle and caring friends as Cathy and Janet, and my oldest friend on campus and Ryan's oldest friend from college, Jerrod and Kevin."
I resumed, "However, there are couple of people who have made such an impact on our lives that we need to single them out. First, there are my parents; our Mom and Dad, who have supported us from the beginning and who love us so strongly and with such total commitment that it is impossible to explain. We cannot ever repay their love and support and kindness."
Sean began again, "And you Auntie Emily, how can I ever repay you for trying with all of your being to make my life just a little more bearable during some dark times in our lives. For that, I can never repay you, Dear. So here are the little tokens of our love and affection for you."
"Wait, before we give the gifts," I whispered "you didn't know, Sean, but there is one of the same gifts for Father O'Rourke as for all the other men. Say something."
"Finally, I want to say just a few more words about Father O'Rourke. First, he helped me through a terrible time. Now he is here, about to perform a ceremony that his church and mine doesn't accept or approve. Why is he here? Because he loves me and wants to insure my happiness. How do you repay that? I know one thing, God will be good to you, Father O'Rourke."
Everyone was applauding. Sean and I began to distribute the gifts. It was easy when we gave the gals their gifts, we hugged and kissed them. We were approaching my Dad who would be the first man to receive a gift from us. Sean whispered to me,
"Look, I am going to hug and kiss the guys, Ry. You can do whatever you wish."
So Sean strode up to my Dad and handed him the gift. Then he hugged him tightly and planted a big wet kiss on my Dad's lips. I held my breath, but my Dad smiled a tremendous smile, and in a second returned the kiss from Sean. I followed suit, and so it went as we presented gifts to the other guys. They got a kiss they were not counting on from both of us. We finished with Jerrod, who took the opportunity to really kiss Sean. Kevin had returned my kiss with emphasis, too.
"Well, aren't you going to open them?" asked an impatient Sean. He went to his aunts's side and helped her with the gift-wrapping. There were "ohs" and "ahs" and "you shouldn't have". There then followed a lot more hugs and kisses.
"Ryan, Sean, these things are much too expensive. You just shouldn't have done this. It's too much, too much. But I love it. I just love it," said my Mom.
Sean looked at me as if asking,"Shall I tell them, or not?" I shook my head 'yes.' It was his for the telling.
"Look everybody, there's something I need to tell you all; our friends, parents, everyone. I want you to know what happened yesterday at the attorney's office," he said. The room fell very silent.
"First, I want you to know that Ryan was with me all the time. He made it possible for me to get through the first part. Without him I would never had been able to listen to the entire letter from my parents without breaking down so badly that I don't know what would have happened.
"So anyway, what I want to tell you all is that my parents left me an inheritance. A home, a cabin and a trust fund. I guess I am a millionaire." The crowd, except for Aunt Emily and Father O'Rourke descended on Sean and there were more hugs and kisses. After Sean had extricated himself from the group, he came and took my hand and led me to the center of the room.
"There are a couple of things I want to say. First of all, I don't need or care about the money. Ryan and I plan to do good things with my inheritance. I have what I want to make my life happy and full for all the years that God gives us, my lover and partner, Ryan Taylor. As long as we can love each other, money isn't really that important. We spent part of yesterday at the cabin. We want to keep that for ourselves.. The house I have agreed to lease, the income going into the trust to be invested. I have already told my Aunt Emily that she will never want for anything for as long as she lives. As you may, or may not know, Father O'Rourke lives in a retirement home for priests. I know that he won't take any money from me, so Ryan and I have decided to give his retirement home $50,000.00," said Sean. The old priest rose to his feet. He applauded lightly, and then spoke.
"You cannot imagine, Sean and Ryan, how much good that money will do for the poor retired priests.
It means, maybe a new TV for the social room, some improvements in the kitchen, some new wheelchairs, an improved heating system. The Lord will reward both of you for your generosity and charity," he said with a feeble almost breaking voice. He walked slowly to Sean and gave him a hug. He then hugged me. Everyone else was applauding.
"There are other things we want to do with some of the money, but it will have to wait until we see our attorney next weekend. For now let's get those tuxes tried on, and get them altered if they need it. What time do you want us back, Mom?" added Sean.
"Let's say in an hour," said Mom. We all trooped out to the designated room. Mom caught us before we left, "You two go to Suite 334 - it's reserved just for you. There's a tailor there. Also a Mr. Emerson is here to see you. He wouldn't give us whatever it is he has with him. And there's two cases of very fine champagne that arrived early this morning from Wentworth and Hazelton, Attorneys at Law."
"Wow, those two are certainly generous. Makes you wonder, doesn't it?" I said.
"What do you mean, Ry? Do you think they might be taking advantage of us?" Sean inquired.
"Don't know, but I do know two things: we need to try on our tuxes, and when we do meet with Dan, let's be very careful what we say and what we ask. Let's not let him know that we are neophytes at this stuff. Just keep up what you have been doing, Lover. You seem at ease with the inheritance thing," I told him.
We stopped at the desk to find the way to 334 and discovered it was the cottage suite. It was a five-minute walk from the main inn. We walked slowly enjoying the warmer sunny December weather. I stopped abruptly, took Sean into my arms and gave him one of our special kisses.
"What was that for, Hon?" asked Sean.
"It's for saying that I'm more important to you than ten million dollars. You can't imagine how that makes me feel," I told him.
"Wouldn't you feel that same way, Ry, if you had inherited all that money. Wouldn't you still want me first and foremost?" I answered him with another kiss; this one more intense and more passionate. Shortly, we were both erect and both desiring the other. We broke apart and started laughing. Sean was semi-hysterical.
"If we kiss like that after the ceremony, Ry, we will probably end up naked and making love on the floor of the room. We have to watch it until tonight." By then we had arrived at the cottage. I was about to insert the key and open the door, when it opened and there stood Mr. Emerson.
"This is such a lovely cottage. I know you will enjoy it. Now, here are the rings. I hope that you like them. Our jewelers say these are the most beautiful rings they have ever worked on. That means much to me, as Kendrick has been with our store for 51 years. Have a look," he said. He handed us each a ring box. We opened them together and I was totally blown away. The rings were just beautiful. Sean was looking down at his, and I saw a couple of tears in the corners of his eyes. I leaned across to him and kissed him gently.
"Ry, they're, they're,....beautiful. I can't believe it. Show me your ring. Here's mine," he almost shouted. We were like two kids on Christmas morning. Mr. Emerson stood there with an enormous smile on his face. Sean was suddenly hugging me and I was hugging him.
"Hmm, hmm, you really should try them on, just in case," Emerson said. We both had them out of the box in a second and put them on our ring finger - they fit perfectly.
"Mr. Emerson, they are amazingly beautiful. Thank you. And they fit perfectly. Thank you again," said Sean.
"Mr. Emerson, you will get only top-drawer recommendations from the two of us. We will tell many of our friends about your establishment. It's worth the drive. You have been so kind," I said.
"No problem, and I will probably see you tonight as your Mother has invited Mrs. Emerson and me to your commitment ceremony tonight. We will make every effort to attend," he said as he gathered up his case and shook our hands and quietly left the cottage.
A younger man stepped forward, "Hi, guys. My name is Terry Smithers, I'm the tailor sent to alter your tuxes if they needit. Try everything on, but do it like this; get in your underwear, try on the trousers and let me check to be sure they fit as they should. Oh, by the way, be sure you to wear the shoes with the trousers because shoes can make a slight difference in length. Your tuxedo is laid out on the bed in the bedroom, which is through that door. When you are ready, come back in here and I'll check the fit," he told us.
I closed the bedroom door, smiled at Sean, took him again into my arms and kissed him gently. We separated and started to take off all of our clothes. We were both naked except for our underwear. Sean moved over to me, kissed me on the lips, and grabbed my already hard cock. I soon had his cock in my hand, too.
"He seems a little young for an experienced tailor, don't you think?" I asked Sean.
"Who knows, Ry, maybe he has other talents. It's about time for some guy to put the make on us. No one today has tried," he said laughing. I joined him in his laughter as we sat and pulled on the tux trousers being careful not to soil nor wrinkle them much. We walked back into the main room. Terry was sitting on the sofa, but immediately got to his feet. He had his measuring tape around his neck and a pin- cushion attached to his left wrist. He looked at both of us, and then said to Sean:
"Why don't we get you fitted first. Come here, please."
Sean moved to him and Terry was on his knees in a millisecond. He had his tape ready and held it at the bottom of the trouser leg and then pushed up into Sean's crotch, letting his fingers enjoy the area. I smiled at Sean and he was smiling broadly. The pants were a perfect fit, but Sean and I let him enjoy his measuring. He got to his feet and turned Sean around, running his hand over Sean's ass, commented as he did, at the excellent fit. He then asked me to come for my measurements. I got the same action as Sean. That finished we were to try on our shirts and tux jackets. We went into the bedroom to get ready.
"Hey, Ry, let's have some fun. Let's get completely naked and hard and invite Terry in. Let's stand close together so he can work on both our cocks, if that's his interest," Sean said.
"Sean, I really don't want to get into that. I want to save all my passion, all my sexual drive for you alone, tonight. I'm sorry. I just don't want to do it," I told Sean.
"That's fine, Hon. I can wait for you. I just thought it would lighten up what has been an emotional day. But you're right, as usual. I want to save myself for you alone," Sean told me as he gave me a nice kiss.
We went back into the living room where Terry was waiting for us. "We need to finish gettingfitted and be down for the rehearsal in the next ten minutes," I told Terry.
He quickly helped both Sean and me with our shirts and jackets. He smiled at us both, adjusting the shoulders.
"They are perfect fits, gentlemen. I will be here tonight to help you dress if you need assistance, to press anything that needs pressing. I will hang all this stuff up for you. My brother and I are in Room 117 if you need us for anything before the ceremony. We can be quite helpful," Terry said. Sean and I dressed quickly and hurried to the rehearsal. It was now 11:30.
When we arrived at the run-through, everyone was there, apparently waiting for us. We blushed as we came into the room, but that was ignored by everyone. The run- through went without a hitch. Father O'Rourke knew what he was to do and he did it correctly. Aunt Emily held Sean's arm tightly as she walked him down the aisle. Rog and Greg were with them, too, a little to the rear, but each of them had a hand on one of Sean's shoulders. I was already emotional. What the hell would I do tonight? Mom and Dad escorted me down the aisle, and I could tell that Sean was getting very emotional, also. I just smiled at him. At the front of the room, in front of many flowers, an arch and other decorations, stood Father O'Rourke, Kevin, Jerrod, Cathy and Janet. It would be beautiful. We did not say our vows, and there was no music; much, I think, much to Sean's dismay.
"Well," concluded my Mom, "that went well. Now it's almost one. We have lunch waiting in the dining room You may select anything you wish from the menu. It was difficult to decide how to seat people at the luncheon, so with the exception of Ryan and Sean, everyone is mixed up. We decided, no, well, I decided (my Dad now shook his head in agreement) that they should sit where we could all see them. The rest of us are together. So let's go."
The luncheon was great. The food was scrumptoous and the friends and family made it all a sort of magical moment. Much of the time during the lunch, Sean and I held hands under the table. Once or twice we kissed each other to the delight of all those present. When we all were finished, my Mom said we should be ready by 6:30 as the ceremony was to start at 7:00 and the reception as soon as the ceremony ended. There were loads of handshakes, kisses and well wishes for the night's ceremony. We were left to ourselves and wandered back to our cottage. I locked the door after we were in the cottage.
"Are you afraid I might run away, Hon?" laughed Sean.
"No, I don't want any interruptions, nor do I want you to get away if I should start to chase you, my lovely. Now let's check out the rest of our accommodations," I replied.
The main room was beautifully decorated with early American style furniture, lovely braided rugs and and draperies of muted rusts and burgundies. The same decorative design was followed in the bedroom. An armoire contained a large color TV and CD player. There was also a DVD player. Many CD's were there to select from, kindness of Rog as his name was on all of them. There were lots of hit movies on DVD, but I sensed we wouldn't be interested in movies tonight. While I was examining this stuff, Sean had wandered to the bathroom.
"Ry, you gotta come see this," he said. I went to the bathroom and was stunned by its beauty. The room was awash in white and gold. A very large many shower with many showerheads, a tub with jets, a bidet, which I had to explain to Sean, who wanted to try it immediately, but I insisted he wait. Two large sinks, an acre of countertop, large expanses of mirrored walls, heating lamps, hair dryers, a selection of soaps, shampoos, lotions, shaving cream, razors, after shave,tooth paste, tooth brushes, mouth wash -- everything. This place was ready for action. I hugged Sean to me.
"Can you believe this place? I asked him.
"No, but I wouldn't mind a shower with you right now, and then, if you're in the mood, we could try out the bed." he said with a giggle.
The shower was delightful. The bed was even better. We enjoyed being together, kissing and embracing, but saving ourselves for later that night. That is until, Sean, remarkable thinker that he is when it's about sex, wondered if we got off now, hours before we could make love again, we might be better able to make things last a long time. I thought it was a puny excuse, but I wanted to make love to Sean, so I accepted it as an absolutely first-rate idea.
Our lovemaking was slow, deliberate and caring. We ended our lovemaking with a long 69 and after we had climaxed, we held each other and fell asleep. Our sleep was sound and it was only the telephone ringing that woke us.
"Hi, Mom, yeah, we are getting ready. What time is it.? I looked over at the clock. Our clock says 5:30 - that gives us an hour. No, we don't want to put the tuxes on until the last moment. Why? Because we don't want them all wrinkled. Of course, Mom. Here is Sean."
"Hi, Mom. No, not exactly. We were resting so that we would look cute for everyone tonight. MOM! Well that too, maybe. Dad is sure that's what we were doing. Tell him he should know; he got married once. This is our first time. Oh, you two are so wonderful. See you in an hour. Love you both, and Ry sends hugs and kisses, too. Bye." Sean hung up the phone.
"Do you know what she asked me, Ry? She asked me if we were making love, or just sleeping. You heard what I told her. Dad said in the background he was sure we were making love They are so perfect, for parents. You are lucky, Ry; for thirty-two years they have loved you totally," Sean said.
"Sean, need I remind you that they love you with all the same intensity and caring that they love me? They think of you as their son, not their son-in-law. Now we have to get our asses moving. Shower together, but not any funny stuff, okay?" I said.
Sean was standing there looking at me. He was naked and beautiful. I wanted him right then and it took all my willpower to ignore this Adonis whom I loved so deeply, but I did.
"Ryan, we're not supposed to see each other before the ceremony are we? Isn't that traditional marriage stuff?"
"Well, this isn't exactly traditional, Baby, is it?" I hugged him to me, a small mistake; and kissed him, a bigger mistake; and felt his great ass, almost the breaking mistake. I could feel his penis rising. I pulled away from him. He just smiled at me and asked me.
"Can't get enough of me, can you, Lover?"
"No, I can't get enough of you, Baby, never," I replied.
He would always take my breath away, and stimulate my desire only to make love to him.
I couldn't wait for tonight!
(to be continued)
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