The Professor and Sean

The Professor and Sean, Part 26 by Scotty

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We all find treasure in the strangest places; it is the wonder of being alive.

Scotty

Thanks to the individuals who have emailed me discuss the they story. It is encouraging to hear from you. I try to answer all of you, but if you have to wait a day or two, it is because I just can't keep up with the emails.

Thanks again to all my faithful readers; there's more story to come in "The Professor and Sean".

The marked improvement in the punctuation and spelling, it is the result of the intelligent and careful editing I have received from Bill and Wayne These two competent guys are my beta readers and editors. I thank them here publicly. As Sean would say, "They are awesome!"

The Professor and Sean - Part 26

I

I was distraught. Alone on the sofa on my wedding night, I was shivering. It wasn't from the cold, it was because I had ruined the night. I might have ruined the marriage. I wanted to die! If I could just disappear, and never have to face Sean again, maybe I could cope with it. No, I knew that being without Sean would be the wickedest hell that could be created. What was I going to do? How could I ever make amends?

I felt a warm hand on my back. I actually stopped breathing for a moment. Sean kissed my back. He got on the sofa and moved close to me, bringing his warm body into contact with my cold back.

"I love you, Ryan Taylor. Please come back to our wedding bed. I am lonely, and I don't like it.

I forgive you, Hon. Please love me. I need you, Ryan. Don't you understand? I live for your touch, your kiss. Don't shut me out because your hormones got the better of you. I want you with me in our bed. Come with me, now. I want no arguments, no tears. I want to make love to you, Ry.

I have to make love to you so that you will know that I forgive you and that I meant all of my vows. Please, Ry. Take my hand and come to our wedding bed," implored Sean.

Sean pulled me to my feet and I instantly took him into my arms. "Please, Lover, my Sean, please forgive me." It was all that I could say because my voice was cracking and I just couldn't go on.

Sean just kept pulling me to our wedding bed. I followed him blindly, in terror that he might not want to make love to me. How could I blame him after what I had done. Sean pushed me onto the bed on my back. He crawled on top of me, his warm body giving me comfort. I hugged him as tightly as I could, my head in his neck. I kissed his neck with gentle carefulness. He raised himself up on his elbows and looked into my eyes. I could see only love. How could he still want to be near to me? I had been the worst kind of lover. He started to speak.

"Ryan, yesterday and the day before were emotional roller coasters. Today was also stressful. I know you are really worried that my inheritance might take me away from you. I could feel your fear," he whispered, and then he kissed me gently. He kissed my tear-streaked face, carefully licking the tears from my still wet eyes.

"What happened earlier in this bed, is one of the things that cause a couple to expect some limits in their relationship. Have you stopped to think, Ry, that I might have been the man on top and my hormones might have sent me over the edge? I remember another night when I really mistreated you and then fell asleep. I know that it might happen again. What caused me the greatest anguish, was that you didn't stop when I cried out to you. It hurt me a great deal, Ry. I am still very sore. But, Hon, all is forgiven. We learned from this, didn't we? We are both better because it happened. Now, my husband, I want to love you with passion and restraint so that you will know how much I love you, and that I know how to make love to my treasure," he said as he kissed my lips so gently that it was as if a butterfly flew close to my lips, but didn't land.

"Baby, please, may I try to make amends for what I did? Please." I begged.

"Yes, Hon. What is that you want to say?" he asked.

I rolled over on top of him and kissed him as tenderly as I knew how. I kissed my way to his nipples, which I kissed and sucked gently. I could not bite them, not now; that would have to wait for another time. I wanted to sooth his bruised anus. Would he let me? I maneuvered down to his crotch, just kissing his cock, which surprisingly was hard. I pushed on his legs, and he pulled them back. I started to kiss his ass mounds, again as softly, as gently as I knew how. Then I slowly licked his crack, afraid I might taste blood. If I did taste blood, that would be too much for me. I spread his cheeks and he helped me by pulling his legs way back and to the sides of his body. His anus was purple and swollen. I almost cried aloud. I kissed it, hoping that my kiss wouldn't cause him any pain. I kept kissing it tenderly, trying with my tongue and saliva to give some relief to his injured rosebud. He kept moaning and sighing. Finally his body was relaxed, as I continued to minister to his ass. When I thought I had given him some relief, I slowly lowered his legs. I moved up and lay on him. His eyes were closed. I kissed his lips with all the love I could muster. He lids flickered open. His arms went around my back and he held me tightly to his body. He kissed me back, with a tenderness I couldn't remember in all the times we had kissed.

"I forgive you, Ryan. I love you, Hon. Let's rest." he said. I didn't move. Sean's breathing became regular and quiet. I raised my head to look at him and I know a tear ran down my face. I quietly kissed his neck and lay my head back down mostly on his chest.

I prayed: "Please, God, forgive me the terrible sin of hurting my husband when I only meant to love him. I promise, God, that I will never hurt Sean again. I will only love him, as I promised You yesterday. I love him, God. I hope You will forgive me as Sean has done."

I felt exhausted, both physically and emotionally. We would have much to remember about our wedding and the day after. I needed to do something important. I carefully slipped out of the bed. Sean didn't wake up. I quietly went to the living room. I got the phone and dialed Rog and Greg. It was getting late and I hoped they wouldn't mind the intrusion. The phone rang three times and I was about to hang up when Rog answered.

"Hello, Roger Fillimore and Greg Raymond residence. To whom do would you wish to speak."

"Rog, it's me, Ryan."

"Hey, man, what are you doing out of bed. Is anything wrong?

"No, not really. I'll tell you about it later. Rog, I hate to ask you to do anything more for us, but I have a favor."

"Ryan, stop the shit. Just tell me what you need or want." I heard Greg pick up an extension, but he didn't say anything.

"Please call the Inn in Maine and cancel our reservations. We want to spend our time together here. It's so important to Sean. I love it here, too, so it's no sacrifice," I said.

"Hey, lover boy, how's the honeymoon going? You treat that young man of yours with care and love; 'cause if you don't, I will personally kick your ass," warned Greg.

"I will take your warning to heart, dear friend," I told Greg.

"No problem with the reservations; Ryan, consider it done," Rog assured me.

"Rog, there will be some charges, I am sure. I want to be sure to pay those. Understand! I will not have it any other way," I said with as much firmness as I was able to scare up at that moment.

"Go back to bed, shit-head. We'll take care of everything. Just one thing and this comes from both of us. Just love each other. That's all we two old lovers ask," Greg told me.

"Thanks, I will. It's easy to love Sean. I have to get back to bed. Thanks again. Goodnight."

"Bye, have a happy honeymoon. Goodnight," said Rog.

"That's my wish, too," added Greg.

"Nite." I hung up the phone. When I turned, I saw Sean standing in a pool of moonlight that was streaming into the room through the window.

"You left me, Ry. Why? Who was that you were talking to? I was scared. I awoke and you were not there. I checked the bathroom and you were not there. Then I heard your voice and I came here. Hon, would you please explain to me what's going on," said Sean in a troubled voice.

I walked over to him and took him into my arms. I kissed him with some passion and he kissed me back. I put him at arm's length and smiled at him.

"It's a little surprise for tomorrow. But I was caught in the act, so I have to confess to you," I told Sean.

"What surprise? I don't need anymore surprises, Ry. I think I have had enough surprises the last couple of days to last a lifetime," he told me.

"Oh, Baby, it's not anything earthshaking. It's well. I know you love this place and so do I. So, well, I guess..."

"Are you going to tell me, or are you going to tease me the rest of the night?" questioned Sean.

"Come with me, Sean. Let's go back to our bed. I will tell you there. I think you will happy that I tell you the surprise in our wedding bed," I told him quietly.

I took Sean's hands and led him to the bedroom. We crawled into bed. I took Sean into my arms. We were facing each other lying on our sides. Our bodies were wonderfully entwined. I was content; I knew I had done the right thing in canceling the reservations in Maine."

"You better get to my surprise. Otherwise I will give you my surprise. Can you feel my surprise, Ry? It is growing each moment our bodies are touching in this close, sexy, wonderful way," he said with his famous giggle.

"I'm first. Then I can concentrate on you, my beloved Sean. I canceled the reservations in Maine. We are going to spend our honeymoon here in our cabin, in a place we both love," I said to Sean with a quick kiss.

"You did what? You canceled Maine?" Sean attacked me, rolling me on to my back, getting on top of me. He kissed me passionately and repeatedly. I was almost without breath during each Kelly kiss.

"Ry, I love you. Yeah, I love you. You did this for me, Lover? Now I owe you something to repay your wonderful kindness. I know you don't want money. We own three cars. We own a house, a cabin and a townhouse. All of them in good repair and paid for as far as I know. If we owe anything on the townhouse, we will pay it off immediately. So, I need to think about this. What would Ry really enjoy from me?" I could feel Sean's cock hardening as he spoke to me.

"I can't think of a single thing you might want, Ry. You have any ideas," he asked me as he began to rub our hard cocks together.

"Sean, I want you. I want you, Lover, " I said.

Sean was about to give me a lesson in making love.

[Sean is now narrator].

When I awoke, I became almost insane with fear when I discovered that Ryan was not in bed with me.

Maybe he was in to the bathroom. I hurried there to check, but he wasn't there! My God, he has to be in the living room. I walked quickly to the living room, but stopped abruptly when I discovered Ryan talking on the telephone. I heard only a little of the conversation.

"Sean is easy to love. I have to get back to bed. Goodnight," said Ryan. There was a short pause and then Ryan said, "Night," and hung up. I guess I had stopped where the moonlight was coming into the room, because when he turned, he saw me immediately. I asked Ryan why he had left me alone in our marriage bed. I told him of my concern when I couldn't find him. I asked him to explain what was going on.

He came to me and gave me one of our special kisses, which I gladly returned. He then held me at arm's length, smiled lovingly and told me he had a surprise. I had already had enough surprises to last me a lifetime, I informed him."

"It's not earthshaking," he said. I asked him if he was going to tease me all night, or was he going to tell me. I was getting a little agitated.

He wanted to tell me in our bed. He took me to our bedroom, where we crawled into bed and faced each other. I had one of my legs over Ry's body; in a way, capturing him as prey. Being this close to Ry always brings my cock to full erection. When he told me that he had canceled the Maine reservation and that we would stay at the cabin, it was as if he had suddenly lit some internal fuse; suddenly. I exploded with love for my beautiful husband, my lover. I kissed him wildly, with passion and without restraint.

We broke our kiss. I began listing things that Ry didn't need. I asked Ryan what I could give him as a thank-you for what he had just done for me. I told him I couldn't think of a single thing that he might want, as I rubbed my hard cock against his very hard prick.

"I want you, Sean. I only want you, Lover," he said.

That was all I wanted to hear. I was going to make love to him in a way I hoped he would never forget. I loved him completely; without reservation. He would know that certainty by the time we finished.

"Ry, I love you and I hope this proves to you the depth of my love for you," I said as I kissed him gently on his soft, moist lips. He returned my kiss as gently as I had kissed him.

I was lying atop Ryan, who was sighing and slowly rubbing my naked back, but stopping at my ass. I was kissing and licking Ry's eyes, his ears, his lips. I kissed him hard and pushed my tongue into his willing mouth. He sucked on my tongue, making my cock jump. I kissed down his neck, biting his neck gently, but finally kissing his neck with suction, hoping that I would leave my mark on my man. Ry's whole body was moving beneath me; he raised his chest up and his legs were up around me. I didn't feel trapped. No, I felt protected, wanted, desired. I raised myself up slightly and began my slow, careful journey down Ry's body.

I paid special attention to his pits and nipples. I loved Ry's nipples; they got hard quickly. When I rolled them between two saliva-wet fingers, or sucked on them, Ry would moan and call out my name. When I bit on them, his body would leave the bed and he would beg me not to stop. When I played with his nipples, his cock got even harder and he began to drip precum. I licked my way down his abs to his navel, and then to his bush where I luxuriated in his scent. I moved to his cock and licked the clear precum. As my tongue touched his cock, it would jump and spew forth more precum. I loved the taste of Ry. I wanted more; slowly I took his cock from the mushroom- shaped head down to his pubes, letting him enjoy the tightness of my throat. Ry neither grabbed me nor pushed me down on his cock; rather, he left me to my own designs.

I wanted to get Ry to the top of sexual pleasure; but I didn't want him to go over, not yet, at least. He was responding to my every touch; to my tongue and mouth. He was so handsome, so tempting; I loved him. I started to lick on his balls and he almost lost it. I stopped abruptly to listen to him.

"Sean, Baby, I am so close. You are such a great lover. Sean, would you please take me to some special place where our minds, bodies, and sexual energies meld? Please, Sean, fuck me. I need you in me. I want to feel forgiven.

I moved to Ry's crotch, stretched out between his legs, and licked his balls, sucking one and then the other other into my warm mouth. With a little effort, and hoping I would not hurt him, I gathered both of his balls into my mouth and moved my tongue around them, giving Ry some pleasure.

But I wanted more. I wanted to be in my lover. I pushed on Ry's legs and he lifted them up, making my approach to his beautiful rosebud easy. I kissed his ass mounds, licking them as I knew this excited and gave him pleasure. I pushed on his legs, suggesting by the motion that I would like him to pull his legs apart, exposing his ass crack some.

I opened his cheeks more with my fingers and began a slow, gentle licking of my lover's ass crack.

His scent was intoxicating. He was sighing and groaning, but he remained still. It was when I started to tongue around his rosebud, that his body began to move. Finally, when I pushed my tongue into his hot hole, his body lifted up from the bed, and he instinctively pushed his ass against my tongue and face.

"Please, please, Baby, fuck me. Sean, I need you in me. Please, please. I can't wait any longer. Fuck me, Baby. Fuck me," Ry begged.

I reached for the lube on the bedside table and put a large gob on Ry's hole. After I had lubed up my fingers, I began to explore his hole with one finger until I found his prostate and he groaned with pleasure. Then I slowly worked two fingers into my lover, and he pushed back against my fingers, trying to get them further into his love tunnel. Three fingers presented no problem, as Ry was now ready and open and relaxed. I moved into position, my cock was now dripping precum.

I put the head of my cock against Ry's rosebud and pushed. There was no resistence as I slowly but surely moved into his furnace of love. I allowed my eight inches of hot, hard man flesh rest in the confines of Ry's rectum. He was sighing, and I could see only happiness on his face. His smile told me everything.

I eased out of him, my cock head the only thing I remaining in him. He tried to pull me back into him, but I resisted. Then I plunged into him, fast and hard.

"Oh Sean, yes! Oh baby, you are so hot. Fuck me, please." he said an almost dreamlike voice.

I pulled out again, leaving just my cock head in him and then quickly plunged into him. He was begging me to fuck him. I pulled completely out of him and waited. He was reaching for me, begging, almost crying. I rammed my cock home again. I repeated this two or three times. Ry was almost delirious with sexual pleasure. I was getting close, too. One last time, I pulled out completely and leaned forward and blew on Ry's hole, watching it close up from the air. Then I pushed back into him until my balls were slapping on his body. I began a rapid-fire, fully engulfed fuck of my hot lover's ass. I fucked him until I felt my cum rising from my balls and I was floating away somewhere distant as my cock spewed string after string of hot cum up Ry's ass. His cock, whether he had touched it or not, was shooting his sperm onto both of us. I couldn't really feel my body or sense where I was; but I was happy, fulfilled and deeply in love. The sensations of the climax were extraordinary, far surpassing anything I had ever read about. It had to be the difference between love and just sex. When I came back, I looked down at my husband. He was lying quietly under me, not moving, not speaking, but smiling broadly.

"Sean, that was something I can't explain. I know that I am forgiven and loved. You are a magnificent lover. Please don't remove your cock yet. Let me enjoy the feeling. I want you to love me like this often," Ry said.

I kissed him softly on the lips. I didn't move. I kissed him again and I noticed that he was falling asleep. I settled down onto him, my head on his shoulder, my cock still in him. I would just take a little nap.

I wanted to make love again!

II [Ryan is the narrator].

When I awoke, I was facing Sean's back, my cock hard against his ass. The room was aglow with bright sunshine. I wondered what time it might be, but I chose not to move for I did not want to awaken him. I liked the feel of his body, close and warm; it made me feel safe and wanted. I carefully kissed his neck, the line of which I found to be beautiful. It reminded me of the beautiful neck on Michelangelo's 'David'. As I ran my hand gently up Sean's arm, I told myself that I had a David of my own. As I continued to gently rub his body, I felt him stir. I stopped, waiting for Sean to react.

'Hmmm, why did you stop, Lover. I like the feel of your hands on my body. Your touch stimulates me, Ry. Hold me," he said.

I turned him so that he was facing me, and took him into my arms. He looked at me through sleepy, but beautiful, eyes. I kissed the fluttering eye lids with my moist lips.

"I love that, Ry, but I would like a kiss welcoming me to this new day. You are my husband. I love that, but it is still difficult for me to accept. Imagine, Lover, we are promised to each other all the days of our lives. I think that is beautiful. It is beautiful!" he said.

"As a good teacher, I always try to help my students when I think they have a legitimate problem. I think your wanting a good morning, welcoming kiss is an acceptable reason for me to kiss you. Here, Baby, is my morning, welcoming kiss."

I kissed Sean's lips with great tenderness, running my tongue briefly across his dry lips. He put his arms around me, pulling me tightly to himself. He opened his mouth so that my tongue could explore. I wanted to provide him with stimulation. Sean kissed me with heightened intensity; my cock was hard and I felt his hardened cock pushing against me.

"Sean, Baby, thank you for last night. You were so gentle with me ; you put my lovemaking to shame. I don't think I have ever felt loved anymore than I did then. I can even imagine having you make love to me, like you did last night, for the rest of my life. Sean, I love you," I said.

"Ry, can we just stay here for a while, just like this. I like having you in my arms, feeling you against me. I like being able to talk with you. I am happy, Ry. I love you, Hon."

I caressed Sean's body. I loved to touch him. I loved his scent. I loved him! I smiled and said to him, "We can stay here as long as you wish, Baby. The only thing that might draw us away would be starvation, thirst, or the need to relieve ourselves. At the present moment, I need to take a piss like a horse."

Sean was laughing. "Sure, I'll let you go to take a piss. and If it takes too long, I'll come tackle you and bring you back to the bed."

"Come with me, Lover. We can use the john together. Then we can run back to the bed, and lie here until your guts make so much noise from hunger that I will have to get out of bed and go to the kitchen and make you a huge breakfast. Then we can do the dishes and come back to bed."

"I like all your suggestions. We can do the same at lunch and dinner. That means we can be in bed and make love for most of the day. Yeah, Hon, I like that," Sean said. With that remark, we climbed out of the bed, went to the bathroom and relieved ourselves. I really thought that Sean would want breakfast, but instead, he took my hand and led me back to our bed. I happily got back into bed with him. Sean took me into his arms again, and smiled at me. "I bet you thought I wouldn't come back to bed. I bet you thought I would want breakfast first, then back to bed for more sex. I just need to hold you for a little bit more, to have you close to me, to kiss you a few more times. And maybe...," he was interrupted by my kissing him.

"That, my lover, was to thank you for bringing me here to our bed. I have something I want to say to you, and here in our marriage bed is the best place I can think of to tell you what is on my mind," I said.

"Ry, you sound serious. Is something wrong?" he asked anxiously.

"Nothing is the matter, Baby. I just want to tell you something about our children. I know what I would like their last names to be," I said.

"You want them to have Taylor for a last name, don't you? That's okay with me. I wish my last name was Taylor, too. But with the Trust and all that, I just didn't think it would be wise for me to change my last name. I thought about it. I really wanted to do it. I'm sorry if you expected me to do that. Did I fuck up again, Ry?" asked Sean.

I reached out and pulled him to me. I kissed his gently, stroking his beautiful back. "Sean, I never expected you to change your last name. You're a Kelly; it's important for you to keep that name alive. I want to keep the name Taylor alive, too. I do have a solution, though. I think our children should have Kelly-Taylor for their last name," I said.

Sean was silent for a long moment. I wondered if he didn't like my suggestion, or if he was thinking about it and trying to decide if that would fit into his thoughts about the children.

He looked at me and smiled. "Ryan, that is a wonderful last name. But wouldn't it be better if it were Taylor-Kelly. Does that sound better? Listen: Kelly-Taylor..now Taylor-Kelly. Which one has music? Maybe we should think of first names, too. Which first names would sound best with either of the last names? Ah, how does this sound: Joshua Kelly-Taylor or Joshua Taylor-Kelly? How about Adam Kelly-Taylor or Adam Taylor-Kelly? Maybe a middle name might change the sound. How about Joshua Bryce Kelly-Taylor or Joshua Bryce Taylor-Kelly? I don't know what I think," he said.

"Baby, first of all, let's settle on this. Your name comes first because it is alphabetically first; it's that simple. And I have another idea. Maybe our first boy we could name Joshua Sean Kelly-Taylor, and our second boy, Adam Ryan Kelly-Taylor," I told Sean.

Sean looked at me with a slight smile. He kissed me quickly. "I am not sure I like the sound of Joshua Sean Kelly-Taylor. I would have to think about that. Hey, I just thought, what if the first child is a girl? Let's see, Amy Ellen Kelly-Taylor. That's not too bad," Sean said.

"Sean, Mom's name is Ellen. That's really sweet of you. You know a girl's name I really like, Emily. I would like Emily Ellen Kelly-Taylor. I also like Cassandra, Carolyn, Deborah, Mary, Marcia, Alexandrea. I like Alexander for a boy, too. I like Craig, Robert, Kyle, Eric, Joseph, Scott, Zachary, Justin, and Dylan. Tell me your favorite names," I said to Sean.

"Ry, I don't have to think too long about the boy names, but I am not into girls that much." We both laughed.

"That isn't exactly what I mean. I like these boy's names: Jacob, Michael, Matthew, Ethan, Andrew, Christopher, Daniel, Nicholas. Well, for girls, I like these: Alexis, Samantha, Elizabeth, Mary, Jessica. There are hundreds more. We will have to surf the web. I bet we can find thousands of names there," Sean told me.

We just lay there hugging each other, saying nothing. I was at perfect peace with the universe at that moment. How could anyone wish for more than someone to love who loves you. The promise to love each other forever, made it more poignant. I kissed Sean not wanting the kiss end. It was a tender, enveloping kind of kiss, one that I hoped told Sean more than my mere words about how I felt at that moment. He returned my kiss, and I was immediately aware that his kiss was not his usualway. I asked him, "Lover, how do you feel at this moment?"

Sean was silent for a bit and then answered, "I feel happy, contented, wanted, protected, loved. I could stay here for a long time, just you and me, surrounded by your love."

"That's exactly how I feel. Sean, do you think we will feel this same exquisite joy when we get back to State? I hope we do. I pray we do," I said.

"I know what you mean, Hon. I believe that we will always feel this cloak of love. I know we will. I love you, Ryan Taylor," Sean whispered. And his stomach growled. We both laughed aloud.

I asked him, "Was that a signal for food, or was that some sort of sexual growl to indicate you were ready to couple?'

Sean grabbed me and began to tickle me. I couldn't control my laughter, which erupted into something closely related to screaming. I was fighting to get Sean to stop. He had surprised me and I was under his complete control. He stopped tickling and stared at me; his beautiful eyes sparkling with energy and love. He kissed me lustfully, and demanded entry into my mouth, which I granted. I wrapped my legs around his body and pulled him tightly to me. Our cocks were rock hard. He continued to kiss me, licking and sucking on my neck giving me a number of hickeys that marked me as his. I was getting aroused and my desire continued to mount as I felt his erect penis rubbing against mine. I wanted him; he stopped suddenly, raised himself on his elbows, looked at me, smiled broadly and said,

"That my horny lover, is just the beginning of what I have planned for you. So, in fact, the growl was for both hunger and for mating. I need strength for the long mating ritual that is to come, so I need food now. So, are you interested in my proposal: breakfast followed by intense lovemaking until lunch?" he asked with a soft, appealing laugh.

"Sean, I love your proposal. I believe in strength for love- making. I have nothing else I want to do between breakfast and lunch except to be with you. Being in our bed with you is the best way to spend the rest of the morning. Let's get out of bed and get breakfast. Sean, Baby, please put on T-shirt and some shorts or I'll never be able to get breakfast," I said.

"You better cover up your 'apparatus' or I will be after you, too. So, Ry, are you as happy as I am? I feel a little guilty being as happy as I am and knowing that so many other people in the world are unhappy," he said quietly.

"Sean, I am the happiest I have ever been in my life, except for the night I met you and first made love to you. Don't feel quilty. It's perfectly all right to be happy. People were happy when we were not. It isn't that we are special in any way; I mean, we are just two people in love. There are many couples all over the world who are in love. What is special about us, Sean, is that we are a committed gay couple. Not everyone in the world, even in this country, think that's a good thing. Some of them believe that God has decreed that gay marriage is forbidden. They want only heterosexual couples to marry. In their view, only heterosexual couples should marry because the purpose of marriage is to produce life. That's true, you know. We can't deny that as a fact. But what they don't seem to understand is that if two gay people commit themselves to a life-long relationship, they deserve the same rights under law as a married heterosexual couple," I said as Professor Taylor.

"I don't understand why two people who love each other to the exclusion of all others should be shunned by society, especially our society, which is based on equality, forgiveness and acceptance. Christ loved everyone and He wanted us to love each other. He didn't say to exclude anyone. He even asked us to love our enemies and to turn the other cheek. So why is there so much hatred coming from the very Christians who should reach out to everyone to bring them all to Christ? I don't understand," said Sean, obviously frustrated by the dilemma.

By now we had dressed and brushed our teeth and were in the kitchen. I could seein Sean's face a troubled, almost frightened look. I knew I had to say something that would put his concerns to rest.

"How about some eggs and bacon, some OJ, milk or coffee, toast, and jam? Will that be enough for my growing lover?" I asked.

Sean was laughing. "I am not growing at the moment, but all you have to do is kiss me really firmly and I will be growing immediately," he said.

My laughter joined his. "My wonderful lover, always ready to make love. Do your hormones ever take a vacation, Sean? I doubt it. I imagine I will have to contend with your amazing thirst for sex until I am ninety. To tell you the truth, I can't think of anything more wonderful, " I said.

"Ry, why do some people hate us? I mean as gay people. What have we done to deserve such hatred?

I don't think I ever did anything to hurt another human being. I have been thoughtful and considerate of other people. I never intentionally said or did anything to hurt another human being. It's a mystery to me," he said.

As I got the bacon cooking and the coffee brewing, I tried to give Sean some answer that would put his mind at peace with what is true. "Sean, many people who hate gay people are afraid of us. They think if they allow us to have civil unions, that we will, in some way, destroy the holy rite of matrimony. We don't want to destroy marriage. We want to be recognized as human beings and afforded the same rights under law as other couples. That may scare them, too. If I can share the benefits I receive at State as part of my salary compensation, with you as my life partner, there are those who feel that, in some way, we will take something away from them. They honestly believe it is their rightful benefit, and it shouldn't have to be shared with a couple of queers.

"The other problem is that there is a stereotypical "gay man". For many that means an effeminate acting, strange dressing individual who wants to seduce their male children. On the feminine side there are what are loosely referred to as dykes; the very masculine, shorthaired, male-dressing women. We know that they represent a small percentage of gay men and women. Somehow we are our own worst enemy acting out in wildly unconventional manner in parades and clubs suggesting to the general public that we are a dangerous fringe element in society. Many of the public don't realize that gay men and women are in every job in every city and town. They are our policemen, our firemen, our attorneys, our teachers, our clergy. They also serve as politicians, doctors; some produce art as writers, movie stars, and pop singers.

Gay men and women, like their counterparts in the straight world, work hard, save and invest in their country, and raise families. They keep their homes in good repair, pay their fair share of taxes, and contribute in all ways to society. Their problem is a different view of sex; they love people of the same sex. Most gays would tell you that their lives would be much simpler if they were heterosexual. Few people decide to be gay. From an early age gay men know they like men more than they like women. Many gays, in order to escape ridicule, marry and live in the straight world. They seldom are happy because they cannot express their true selves. How can this be better than living as a gay? How many marriages, how many children have been injured by a gay man or woman trying to make an impossible marriage work?

"There is a terror in all this, Sean. It creates an atmosphere, which tells the public that it is okay to beat up gays. Some think the only good gay is a dead gay. The great tragedy is that many of the greatest contributions in the arts, science, politics and other areas, were made by gays; many of them are still in the closet. Things are changing slowly. We will never be mainstream, nor do we want to be, in one sense. All we want is to have the same rights guaranteed to all members of our society by the Constitution. We don't want more; we don't want less; we simply want the same," I said with a sigh.

"Ryan, you have thought a great deal about his, haven't you? I never have thought that much about it. I guess I was fortunate to fall in love with you. All of our friends, both gay and straight, have been wonderful. Except for the Bronsons, I haven't met anyone I felt hated me for being gay.

Maybe that is extraordinary. I bet it is," said Sean.

The food was all ready. I put it in serving dishes and placed it on the counter. I went to Sean and gave him a big hug. He hugged me back. "Come on, Baby, let's eat. We can talk some more as we eat breakfast. Do you want coffee or milk, and how about dry cereal? Do you want any? I'm skipping it myself," I said.

"Milk for me, please, and no cereal. Thanks, Hon," Sean said.

"Help yourself, Sean. If there isn't enough, we can cook some more. I want you strong and virile." I said with a laugh.

Sean piled eggs on his plate and dumped a large serving of bacon on his plate. He took four slices of toast, slathered them with butter and jam, and began to feast on his breakfast. I poured him a large glass of milk, but left the pitcher of milk near him. He had already drunk three or four glasses of orange juice. I took a much smaller helping of food for myself, and was enjoying my hot coffee when Sean interrupted my thoughts.

"Ry, are you sick?" he asked.

"No, why do you think that?" I asked.

"You're not eating, Ry. That's not enough food to keep you active and full of vinegar. I want you at your peak of energy because I expect a virtuoso performance from you later this moring," Sean told me with one of his wonderful giggles.

"Not to worry, my horny lover. I am up to the task at hand. I can manage to please you, Baby. Your appetite is greater for food, but I think I might beat you out in terms of our appetites for lovemaking. Anyway, if I tire out early, I will just get something to eat, regain my strength and be back performing at my best," I told Sean and I laughed freely.

"Lover, you are not leaving this table until you eat some more. This is your husband speaking. Now, some more eggs, a couple more pieces of bacon and another cup of coffee. That should do it." commanded Sean.

"Okay, okay, Mother. Your little boy will do as you say," I told Sean with a happy laugh.

"That's a good boy, Smarty-pants." Sean said with good humor.

"Sean Kelly, just you wait. I will repay you for that, craphead. When you least expect it, I will show you how clever 'Smarty-pants' is. Will you be surprised," I replied.

We were both laughing so much that Sean choked on a piece of bacon and scared the hell out of me. He continued laughing, so I relaxed and joined him. We were so happy. I knew I shouldn't do it, but I just had to let him know how much he appealed to me, how much I wanted him. I went to him and pulled him to his feet, gathered him into my arms, and kissed him fiercely and with great love.

Our kiss broken, Sean looked at me with those beautiful blue eyes filled with sparkle and life. He stroked my face and hair tenderly. "Wow!" was all he said.

I kissed Sean again, this time whispering to him, "Baby, I am so happy; I love you so much. God, Sean, I am almost shaking with joy. I pray we can always be this happy." Sean answered me with a genuinely encompassing kiss; it was a kiss of love, of forgiveness, of hope, of expectation, of desire, and of understanding. He broke our kiss and took me by the hand. We left the kitchen is a semi-disastrous state and walked slowly back to our bed. I knew our expectations were high; we were both filled with joy and love.

What would we discover new about our love?

The bed beckoned. Time would tell.

(to be continued)

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