The Professor and Sean

The Professor and Sean, Part 29

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 to tell me they are enjoying the story. It is great 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.

There's more story to come.

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

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The Professor and Sean, Part 29

I

It was really cold and my hands were nearly freezing as the weight of Sean restricted the blood flow in my arms just enough that my hands got really cold even though I was wearing gloves. I didn't tell Sean because I didn't want him to worry about anything and try to walk. When we reached the cabin, I set him down and unlocked the door. I immediately picked him up again and carried him to the sofa. I rushed back and closed the door. Returning to the living area, I quickly put a couple of logs on the fire.

"You are something else, my modest lover," said Sean.

Smiling at him and moving over to him, I got him out of his coat and other gear. Pulling a throw off the back of the sofa, I covered him from head to toe. All that was left to do was to kiss him and that was quickly accomplished.

"I am not something else, Baby; it's just me, the same old Ryan. Nothing new, nothing spectacular, just me loving you as always. Now let me get out of this gear. Want some hot chocolate, or would you like some brandy to warm up those beautiful bones of yours," I told him with a giggle.

"You are spectacular to me. Do you realize the strength it took to carry me to and from the lake.

I don't think I would have been able to carry you. I would have tried, but I think I would have failed. Not only that, Lover, but you didn't freak out during that strange time down there. It was very weird, I admit, but it was real for me," he said.

Hanging the coats in the closet, and putting the other articles of clothing away, I then stowed our sneakers near the door, our usual place.

"So, Baby, what will it be? Hot chocolate? Brandy? or something else?" I asked him.

"Come over here with me under the blanket. Let me help warm you up, and I want to massage your tired muscles. I want you close to me. Come here, " he ordered.

I went to the sofa as he threw back the blanket and I crawled in next to him on the sofa. Pulling the throw back over both of us I wrapped myself around Sean taking care not to hurt his cut feet. He took my head in his hands and kissed me on the lips. My blood began to flow freely with that kiss. When I tried to take his face in my hands he pulled away with a jerk.

"Holy Moses, Ry, your hands are freezing. Poor baby; see I told you that you were spectacular. There's only one way to warm those babies up in a hurry," he told me.

He unzipped his jeans and opened his boxers. "Here," he instructed, "place you hands in my crotch, the hottest part of my body. That will warm up those hands. Yikes! My cock just shriveled up to nothing when you touched it. My balls are tight against my body. Man, you are going to owe me big for this first aid," he said with a laugh.

"Hmmm, I like the way you chose to warm up my hands. When they are warmer, I'll help get some life back into that shriveled- up little cock of yours. Maybe, if I take it in my warm mouth, it might grow. Jeez, I hope it's not permanently shrunken," I told him with a laugh and a quick kiss.

"Ha-ha, very funny. Give me a couple of minutes and I will show you just how quickly it will regain its previous wondrous size and shape. You will welcome it once again deep into your manly ass, taking all eight inches, and begging for more. I know you, Lover, you can't get enough of my beautiful tool. That makes me happy because I like sharing it with you. Your hands warmer now, Hon? Can you start to help me regain my monumental size? I am ready for your help, Ry," he giggled.

I pulled back the throw and moved to Sean's crotch. His cock was still shrunken to a remarkably small size. I started to lick it, but not much happened. I took it into my mouth and began to swirl it around with my tongue, as I played with his beautiful balls. I could feel it growing in my warm mouth. Sean was moaning, but not speaking. In moments, I had the cock that I loved so much in my mouth and throat. He began to hump my face, raising his body off the sofa to meet my downstroke on his cock. I was really into my cocksucking now and I wanted to taste his sweet load. He had other things in mind. He pulled his cock out of my mouth, straightened himself up on the sofa and told me, "Let's save that for later, Hon. Please? Pamper me, Ry," he said.

"Your wish is my command, my lord. I wanted that load of sweet young-man cum, but I will wait," I responded with a grunt.

"I would like some hot chocolate. I want to be fully aware of all that happens to us tonight. No booze, just youze," he told me with a little laugh.

"Funny!" I said as I extricated myself and my limbs from Sean and his limbs. I kissed him again, and wandered into the kitchen.

"I'll be back in a minute or two with your brew. See, my young lover, I can make a silly rhyme, too. So get used to me being as silly as you," I said cheerfully as I started making the hot chocolate.

I heard a deep sigh coming from Sean. I wondered to myself what might have provoked that sigh. Then I recounted in my brain the happenings of the past hours, and I knew immediately, that my best friend was reliving the experience. I said nothing. After only a few minutes in the magical and wonderful microwave, the chocolate was ready. A large spoon of marshmallow fluff finished it off. I took the two cups of steaming refreshment into the living area. Sean had sat up on the sofa, so I placed the two cups on the coffee table and sat next to him.

"A penny for your thoughts, Baby." I said quietly, hoping I had not interrupted his memories.

"So much has happened to us in such a short time that my mind is a jumble of images and sounds, of feelings and wishes, of desires and joys. It's astonishing isn't it. A few days ago I was a poor college student attending State on a hardship scholarship. Now, I am a millionaire trying to spend my money in a sane and helpful way. Four months ago, I was a lonely, pretty scared freshman at State. Then that fateful night at Walgreen's and here I am married to the love of my life, to the most wonderful and caring man in the world. I was confused and lonely then, and now I am happy and loved. Our wedding, our hornymoon, the things that happened tonight, are difficult for me to process, Ryan. I may need your help. One thing for sure, though, I am happy and I love you deeply. You have made me a complete man. You have loved me without condition. You are wonderful, my best friend," he said in a solemn almost tearful way.

"My Sean, no need to be so serious. Look, we are here together. We love each other. We have been through some tough times and survived them. We have this wonderful place. We have the beautiful townhouse. We have Mom and Dad. We have all those wonderful friends. And it seems to me, Sean, that after what happened tonight at the lake, we have the blessing of your mother and father. You are a talented pianist. We have vehicles we can't even use. We have more money than we want. We are sexually compatible. I have the job I love. We are healthy. We know how to laugh and we are not afraid to cry. We enjoy the sunset and the sunrise. We see beauty and meaning in God's universe. All is okay, Sean. Let yourself relax and enjoy it. You sound more like me than the happy, fun-loving guy I knew just a few days ago. Come on, Baby, some laughter and smiles, or I am going to tickle you until you piss all over yourself, me, the sofa, the rug. Come here, Baby, kiss your lover and husband. I love you Babe. Let that be enough," I said as he moved to me and I took him into my arms, hugged him strongly to myself and kissed him with urgency and love. He sighed deeply as he began to stroke my back. I just held him.

"Can we go to bed, Ry? I want to be intimate with you. I want to be skin-to-skin with you. I want to feel every ripple and crevice of your body. I want to hold you, kiss you, love you. I love you, too, Hon. And that is enough," he told me.

I picked him up from the sofa, and as we left the room, we somehow turned off the lights. In the bedroom, I set Sean down on his feet. I pulled back the covers. I went to him and kissed him as I pulled his shirt from his jeans. I pulled his shirt over his head exposing his beautiful pecs. I leaned into him and licked his nipples. He grabbed my head and held me tightly there, sucking and nibbling on his nipples. I backed away, undoing his jeans. I pulled his jeans and boxers down and gently pushed him onto the bed. He sat on the edge of the bed as I removed his jeans and underwear. He just smiled at me. I removed the first pair of socks with tender care. I was even more careful with the next pair. His bandaged feet looked no worse for the wear. There was little evidence of the bloody mess in the kitchen. I stood up and disrobed in front of him. He ran his hands over my exposed body. His face was right at crotch level. He leaned forward and kissed my growing cock. Then he slipped his lips around my cock and took me into his mouth, grabbing my ass cheeks and pulling me into him. I felt a little foolish, being so highly stimuated and standing there with my jeans and underwear at my ankles and my socks still on. I moved away, and finished undressing. I rolled Sean into bed, and crawled in after him. I reached to turn off the lights.

"Ryan, could we keep the lights on for a while? I want to see you. Just hold me, Hon. Just hold me." he said almost with a sob.

I left the lights on, pulled Sean into my arms, and brought the covers up over us. His warmth and his solid muscular body against mine were stimuating, but I held my desire in check. For the moment, I concentrated on holding him, stroking his head and back, and kissing him softly and repeatedly.

"This is wonderful, Ry. I'm happy in your arms. I don't need anything more. I love your strong arms around me, holding me tightly to you. Let's just do this for a while. I am so happy," he sighed as he told me. Shortly, his breathing became regular and I knew he was asleep. I was happy, too. I had the man that I loved more than anyone, or anything, in the world in my arms, our bodies touching, our limbs entwined. At this moment, I didn't want anything more. As I pondered this wonderful feeling, I drifted off into a peaceful sleep.

----------------------------------------------- [Sean is now narrator].

I didn't realize that I had fallen asleep until I was shocked into reality by Ry's screams. It sat up with a jolt, the room bathed in the lights that were still burning. Ry was thrashing and crying out. I knew he must be having that recurring nightmare, and I wanted to help. His naked body was glistening with perspiration. He was partly entangled in the bed sheet and was attempting to extricate himself. I threw my body on top of his, holding his arms and speaking to him.

"Ryan, wake up. Baby, wake up. You're having that nightmare. Ryan! Ryan!" I shouted.

In his struggling, he had been able to pull one of his arms away from me, and I suddenly went sprawling off the bed as his freed arm hit the side of my head. It didn't hurt me, but I rethought how I would get Ryan to listen to me. I knew immediately what I had to do. I got back on the bed, moved to him as he was struggling less now. I kissed him on the mouth. Then I reached for his cock and took it into my hand and began to stroke it. He quieted down immediately, and I felt his arms around me, and his tongue in my mouth. I knew he was back with me. I pulled away from him, and looked down into his face. There were tears in his eyes, and he looked at me like a little boy who had wet the bed.

"That nightmare again! I'm sorry, Baby. This is a hell of a way for us to spend our last night here. I'm sorry, Sean," he told me.

I just kissed him again and stroked his hair. "I was here for you, Hon, that's what's important. I was here and I was able to wake you. You have to watch those arms, though. You caught me beside the head and knocked me out of bed. Didn't hurt me, but it might have. I have to work on keeping you under me when you have the nightmare. Are you okay, Hon? I love you," I told him as I kissed him yet again. He pulled me to him and hugged me so tightly I almost couldn't breathe. He found my lips and his kiss was monumental, filling any need a lover would want from a kiss. I was stunned by its firmness, its gentleness, its love.

"I never want to hit you, Baby. I never want to hurt you. I love you so much, Sean. Forgive me for hitting you. I'm so sorry," he whispered to me.

"You're forgiven, Lover. But you did knock my ass out of this bed. What a mighty swing that was, Hon. I didn't see stars, but I probably should have," I told him with a laugh.

"I must smell like dirty socks or an old jock; I've sweat so much, and then I got it all over you. Let's take a shower, change these sheets, and go back to bed," he told me.

"Okay, Ry, I'm ready for a nice long shower with the man I love. I can wash your back, if you wish. Or I could wash your...." The ring of the telephone surprised us both. It was nearly 10 PM; who would be calling at this time of night. Ry, picked up the phone.

"Hello. Oh, it's you two assholes. You scared the shit out of us. Why? What would you think if someone called you at ten o'clock at night? Sure, I bet you would, too, Greg. Hold on, Sean's going to get an extension so he can hear your news, " he said.

I ran to the living area and picked up the phone. "Hi, guys, so what's cooking?" I asked.

Greg was laughing and asked, "The question, my young man, is, what's cooking at your end? I can imagine," he said.

"You can imagine anything you want, Greg, but we were just talking about the need for a shower. Yeah, yeah, together. Try is sometime; it's delightful," said Ryan.

"You two know that it's difficult to keep Greg fenced in. He had to call you tonight to be a pain in the ass, if you ask me, " laughed Rog. There was general laughter.

"Now, now, Rog, temper, temper. You know, all of you, what a sincere, wonderful, studly, handsome, sexy guy I am. Would I do anything mean or interrupting to two of my best friends and recently committed guys? No, not me, not Greg. It was Rog's idea, and now he wants to blame it on poor little me," related a jovial Greg.

"It's great to hear your voices. We have mixed feelings about leaving tomorrow. Getting back to the routine at State won't be easy for the two of us, especially with all that has happened to us in the last five or six days," said Ry.

"But we're ready. We want to get back and see friends like you two. We have thought about all of you, and in some free moments when we weren't making love, we actually missed you," I said with a laugh.

"Sure, you missed us like a rabbit misses the hunter," added Rog.

"Ry, didn't we miss these guys?" I asked.

"Sure did. I think it was between one PM and one minute past one yesterday afternoon," chuckled Ry.

"Look, guys, we've enjoyed the chat, but the reason we called is that we want to invite you to dinner with us on Thursday night. There won't be any other people there, because we want the night to be yours and ours," Rog told us.

"We won't take no for an answer, " added Greg.

"Can't think of any reason why we can't. Is it all right with you, Sean? asked Ry.

"Fine with me. We just don't want to stay too late, guys. You know newly married couples; well, they have only one thing on their minds: working out a doable budget," I said with a giggle. Greg almost choked on his laughter, and it was more laughter than I had ever heard from Rog. Ryan was also enjoying a laugh.

"Well, if that's all you two have on your mind, then you have something amiss with your hormones and your private equipment," said Greg with a guffaw.

"Enough, all of you." cautioned Professor Fillimore. "I will have silence and your attention. This frivolity cannot go on any longer. We have more important matters to discuss." We all enjoyed another laugh.

Number one: We have scheduled your maid service, and Greg or I will be there when they do the cleaning.

Number two: We will air out the townhouse so it is fresh and welcoming.

Number three: We will stock fresh milk and orange juice, that sort of thing.

Number four: We promise not to bother you.

Number five: Your Mom and Dad told us to tell you that they wouldn't call you until eleven o'clock Saturday morning.

Number six: Ryan, Cathy wanted you to know that everything is going fine and for you not to worry. She wants you to stop by her office Monday morning before your first class.

Number seven: You two lovebirds may not know it, but a number of guests brought gifts for you two. They are on a table in your living room.

Number eight: Sean, please listen carefully as this is very important. The All State College and University Combined Orchestra has invited you to be the guest performer at their mid-winter concert. It's three weeks after mid-year break. It is a real honor as it is the first time in the history of the orchestra that such an invitation has been made to a student musician. Their conductor, Abraham Coen, was blown away by your tape. I'm so proud of you, Sean," Rog told us.

I couldn't speak. I just stood there naked in the semi-darkness of the room trying to comprehend what I had just been told. I don't recall hearing anything else until I felt Ry behind me hugging me, kissing my neck, and telling me how proud of me he was. I realized then that the phone was dead as the conversation was over and I had not even said good-bye.

"Ry, what happened? Why didn't I say good-bye to Rog and Greg. Why didn't I thank Professor Fillimore for sending my tape to Abraham Coen? I am a super craphead. I can't believe that I was so inept," I told him.

"Not to worry, Baby. All of us suspected that you were in some state of disbelief. We finished our conversation quickly so I could get out here to see what was happening to you. It's just as we had imagined: you were standing here with the phone in your hand starring into the darkness. It's okay, Baby, we'll call them back so that you can thank Rog. But first, it's into the shower with you, Matey," he informed me as he turned me around and kissed me quickly and took me firmly by the hand. He took the phone from me and hung it up. He led the way to the shower, adjusted the water temperature and pulled me in under the water and into his arms. He again found my lips and kissed me with passion. I happily returned his embrace.

II

[Ryan is now the narrator].

I hadn't meant to fall asleep, but holding Sean in my arms felt so right and so pleasant that without willing it, I fell asleep. The next thing that I remember is the awful nightmare. I was screaming to try to stop it, but it just went on. Something was holding my body, and I became frantic and started to flail my arms. I then felt Sean's lips on mine, and my cock was coming to life as he stroked it. I awoke happily with my lover there calming me from the nightmare, but arousing me sexually. I told him I was sorry for spoiling our last night at the cabin.

Sean told me that he was happy to be there to help me through the nightmare. His kisses reassured me. Then he told me that I had hit him hard enough to knock him out of the bed. I was shocked to think I had done that to him. He assured me that he hadn't been hurt. I told him that I never wanted to hit him, to hurt him. We then decided to take a shower, and as we were getting ready to do that, the phone rang, surprising both of us as it was ten o'clock in the evening.

Greg and Rog were on the phone. After a bit of levity, which we all enjoyed, Rog invited us to dinner on the following Thursday night, which we happily accepted. The happy chatter continued until Rog called for order in his best professorial voice. He then told us a number of things that they had accomplished for us, getting the townhouse cleaned, aired out, that sort of thing. He had a message from Cathy for me, and he had a very special message for Sean. Sean had been invited to be the guest performer with the All State College and University Combined Orchestra at their mid-winter concert. Rog went on to tell him that it was the first time in the history of the combined orchestra that a student performer had ever been asked to be a guest performer. The conductor, Abraham Coen, had been so impressed with Sean's playing on the tape that Rog had sent to him, that he wanted him as the guest performer.

After Rog had finished speaking, there was just silence on the line. I told Rog that I had better check on Sean. He and Greg agreed and so we said our good-byes, and I ran to the living area to find Sean standing naked with the phone in his hand. He was staring into the darkened room. I went to him, hugged him and kissed the back of his neck and told him how proud I was. He finally snapped out of it and couldn't believe that he hadn't thanked Rog, that he hadn't said good-bye. I told him not to worry that we would call them back so he could take care of that. I told him that it was shower time, took the phone from his hand, and led him to the shower.

I adjusted the water temperature, got into the shower and pulled him in after me. I quickly found his lips and kissed him with passion and love. He returned my kiss with equal feeling. Having Sean in my arms kissing me with total love, and with the warm water of the shower falling on our entwined bodies, gave me a feeling of contentment that I had not experienced before. I knew as his body moved against mine, and as he kissed me, that he, too, was experiencing this private moment of togetherness and contentment.

We stood there for a few moments loving each other in this gentle, comforting manner. I reached for the soap and began to soap Sean's back. The muscles of his back were hard and toned, and I slowly moved to the small of his back and then to his beautiful ass cheeks. I carefully soaped just his cheeks, avoiding his crack. I reached between his spread legs, and gently massaged his massive balls. He was moaning his approval.

I worked up to his crack again, knowing what I wanted, he reached back and spread his magnificent cheeks, giving me access to his hot ass crack. I washed it carefully and thoroughly, pushing my soapy fingers into this love channel, making sure that he was clean. He kept sighing and moaning.

I turned him around and stared at his cock-raising body. He was beautiful, and his eyes, sexy and inviting, coupled with his smile melted me. Any allusions that I had about just a shower, evaporated with the steam from the hot water. I kissed him gently as I washed his pecs and his pits. After rinsing, I licked and sucked on his nipples until he screamed for me to stop. I washed my way down to his crotch, where I took his hard cock into my soapy hands and stroked it a few times while holding his ball sack in my other hand. Without warning, Sean clasped me to him, my face in his well-defined abs.

"My God, Ry, I have to have a break or I am going to lose it. I'm sorry, but you are so good at this, that you overwhelm me. Let's finish this shower and get back to our bed. I want to take you in me, Ry. I want to be yours, totally, completely," he said breathlessly.

I released him, kissing him gently, but with total love. He was suddenly soaping my body quickly, but with total sensuality. We rinsed, dried ourselves and went back to the bedroom. In short order the bed was changed, and we were quickly in bed, luxuriating on the soft, springtime-smelling sheets. We were both lying on our sides facing each other. I placed my hand under Sean's chin, raised it slightly, and kissed him gently, lovingly on his pouty, sexy lips. He gasped slightly.

"Ry, that was such a wonderful kiss. I felt it in every part of my body, even my toes. Lover, please take me. I want you so much right now I can't even express it in words. Love me, Hon, just love me," he said amid sighs. With my lips planted against his again, I rolled him onto his back and placed my body on his. If I died at this moment, I would die happy. To be this close, this intimate with the man I loved so deeply was all that I could want. I had been blessed to find this man and to know this moment. How fortunate I was!

Sean had put his arms around me, and wrapped his legs around my lower body. In one sense, I was captured, I was his slave; in another, I realized that I was the one he desired which added fire to my already unbridled desire. I reminded myself of the terrible mistake I had made only a few days before, and I had no intention to make that terrible mistake again. I could feel our engorged cocks rubbing against each other as we French kissed sharing our tongues with each other.

My hands wandered all over Sean's great body. I could feel his hands begin to explore my body, too. As we caught our breath, breaking the long intense kiss, I spoke to him.

"Sean, Baby, I am so in love with you, so overjoyed being here with you, so contented. I desire you so much, but I want to be gentle with you, Lover. I want you to remember this night for as long as we live," I told him breathlessly.

"Ry, please, just make love to me. I need you, Hon. I want you. Please, Ryan, love me," he said.

And thus began the slow, sincere, sexually stimulating lovemaking that only two people who love each other deeply can know. I explored every inch of Sean's body with my hands, lips, and tongue.

He moaned and sighed and continually encouraged me in my lovemaking. When I finally entered him, there was no hesitation, no tightness, no objection; my cock moved smoothly into him, and he was in ecstasy as was I. I fucked him slowly, kissing him passionately, whispering my love for him. I felt his body tighten, and as his ass muscles squeezed, I knew he was ready for the pleasure mountain. I myself was ready, too. With immense power, both of us began to shoot our essence; mine going into Sean's love tunnel, his flying over both of us. It was one of those glorious moments in a sexual relationship that exceeds expectation, and flings the participants to heights of pleasure, which they would never have imagined. We collapsed into a satisfied bundle of human flesh, recovering slowly as we returned to reality. Our breathing was still rapid as was our heart beat. Sean was the first to speak.

"Awesome, my hot lover. Awesome! I hope it was as good for you as it was for me, " he whispered.

"Awesome on this end, too. Just fucking awesome! Sean, Baby, you are just wonderful. I love you so much," I said.

"After that experience, it's pretty clear that we both have a thing for each other, wouldn't you say? Wow! That was so hot, Ry, so hot," he said with a snicker.

"You, my baby, are what's hot. Kiss me again, please," I said. He kissed me again, gently moving his tongue across my lips, and then slowly, sensually pushing past my lips and into my mouth. I sucked on his tongue, letting him know that I wanted him again, always, forever. Somehow, we fell asleep.

Bright morning sunlight awakened me, urging me to begin another important day. We had much to accomplish. My lover slept peacefully, facing me. He was as usual, beautiful. I leaned to him and brushed his lips with mine. He didn't stir, but I didn't care, as I was able to drink in his beauty. I gently stroked his curly blond hair, trying not to disturb him as it was still early. Admiring him was a pleasure; it made me tingle as I thought again about how lucky I had been to find him, to fall in love with him. 'Enough of this,' I told myself. 'Get your ass out of bed and start breakfast.'

I slowly and deliberately moved my body toward the edge of the bed. I slipped one leg out from under the covers, quietly turning my body away from Sean. I was gleeful as I realized I would be able to accomplish my exit.

"And where are you planning to go? You haven't even given me a good morning kiss," said a sleepy Sean.

"Baby, just trying to sneak out of bed so I could start breakfast. I certainly want to give you a good-morning kiss," I told him as I rolled back into the bed and took him into my arms. His warmth was intoxicating. He pushed his leg between my legs and into my crotch as I kissed him. It was a great kiss, so good, in fact, that my morning woody grew in size and firmness. I was outdone, at least for the moment, by Sean's morning hardon which was strong and powerful. Our naked bodies were provocation enough for lovemaking at this early time of day. That is what happened in the morning sunlight. Sean quickly mounted me, and with determination, but with a wonderful control, he took me to himself and made me his, filling me with his warm, youthful essence. I also deposited my semen on both of us. Our coupling had not been long, but it had been intense and satisfying for both of us. Sean looked down at me and smiled as he told me,

"As usual, Wow! And Awesome! Hon, you are so hot, such a wonderful lover. I could eat you up," he told me.

"And I could eat you up, too. But let's not, I want all of you to make love to me," I laughingly told him.

"Sure, Ry, I want all of you, too. God, you are so great. I still don't think I deserve you, Hon. But I'm glad that I have you all to myself," he said.

"Sean, I want to be sure that you know how proud I am of you for being selected for the concert. I just don't know how to prove to you my pride in you. I love you, my talented, sexy, wonderful, Sean," I told him.

"You can show your pride in me by getting your lazy butt out of bed and preparing me a first-class breakfast. Only one thing, Ry; do it in the nude," he said with a wicked smile.

"Sure and what if bacon grease spatters and burns your favorite part of my handsome body? What will you do, then, my horny lover? Do you remember that ancient oriental saying, 'No pricky no fucky.'? Well, Hotstuff, that's what will happen," I told him as I poked him gently in his abs.

"No, no, no. I don't want your equipment damaged in anyway. Wear an apron; that way I will still be able to see your cute little ass," he added with his famous giggle.

For some unknown reason that remark and his giggle was an invitation, and I was kissing him with abandon. He returned my kiss, and against all reason, I began to get hard again. Sean pulled away from me, looked at me with a serious look on his face.

"I'm just too fatigued to make love at this moment. You will have to wait," he laughed.

"Sure, that's why your cock is harder than steel and your hands are all over my body. Look, my horny friend, you owe me one. Forget your fatigue, mount me, and fuck me hard. No excuses, got it? I mean it, Sean," I said with faked seriousness.

That was all that it took, and in the next wild, wonderful minutes, Sean made love to me, taking me to spectacular sexual heights before allowing me to reach my climax and deliver my warm cum. He followed me and filled me with his hot boy-man juice. We had no reason now not to start the day. After some further kissing and hugging, we left the bed, went to the bathroom and shared the toilet to relieve our bladders.

"You take your shower, Sean, while I get breakfast ready. After we eat, you can manage the dishes and the cleanup and I will take a shower. We have to pack and I need to call Dan about the Celica. You should probably call your Aunt Emily to say good-bye. Let her know we will be going to Florida for a week or so during break, but that you will get back to her before we leave, and be sure to tell her about the concert. I am sure we can make arrangements for her to attend if she wants to," I instructed him.

"Thank you, Professor. You are so well organized, so well planned, so fucking horny," he said with one of his prick twitching smiles. He grabbed me, pulled me to his naked body and kissed me hard.

"You know, Baby, if you don't stop that, we won't have breakfast and we'll still be in bed tonight at midnight, not at State, but here at the cabin. Now go," I ordered him with a playful slap on his ass.

"Is that a promise? 'Cause I wouldn't mind staying here with you for years," he retorted.

I left him standing naked in the bathroom. As I walked toward the kitchen, he whistled, "That's some sexy ass you have, Professor. Better watch out, or some horny student will take advantage of you," he told me.

"I don't have a chance if the dude is as horny as you are. Now get in the shower and get cleaned up. Meet me in the kitchen when you are ready for breakfast," I said to him as I swished my naked ass from side to side, mimicking the walk of a sexy model. He just laughed.

I was familiar with the kitchen now. Finding things was not a problem, and Dan had done a great job of selecting the food. I grabbed eight eggs, some bacon, cheese, a green pepper, and a small onion. I stopped, thinking about the omelet, and after setting down the things I had taken from the fridge, I returned to get a tomato. I put a pot of coffee on to brew, got a loaf of bread from the fridge along with some butter, and grabbed a jar of strawberry preserves. I cut the green pepper into two pieces and cleaned out the seeds and pulp. I set them aside. I cut the ends of the small onion, peeled it and set it aside. I was in the process of opening the bacon when Sean sidled into the room wearing just a pair of tight fitting boxers.

"Hi, Hon? Anything I can help you with? I am referring to breakfast, nothing else," he snickered.

"What else could I possibly need help with? You can get the counter set up for breakfast, or are you in the mood for eating in the living area? Do what you wish, my hearty," I told him.

Sean just smiled at me, walked slowly to me, and put his arms around my naked waist. He pulled me back so that my naked ass was in direct line to his penis, which was now sheathed in the tight boxers. He nibbled at my neck and I stopped working on the ingredients for the omelet to enjoy his lovemaking.

"Oh, Sean, I don't want you to stop, but if you don't we'll be back in bed again. Hungry for food, but not for love," I told him as I turned to face him.

Our lips met and our embrace grew more heated by the second. Our erections were rubbing against each other. I was ready to make love again, but I knew I had to try to control myself, to be the leader as I was older; but, I really didn't give a shit about older or younger, leader or follower. I was in love, hopelessly, completely, forever with this wonderful man.

"Sean, Baby, I want you so much; again. I am a real whore. Please forgive me, Baby. I need to get breakfast. I don't really want breakfast, you know, I want you. My God, Sean, you just do the most wonderful things to me when you touch me. You kiss me and I forget everything else except you, and I want you again, sexually, completely. You make me whole, you make me a person," I told him.

"You are not a whore. Don't ever say that to me again. You are my husband; you are my lover; you are my partner; you are all that I want, all that I need. Without you I am nothing. With you, I am part of the universe. I really begin to live when I am in your embrace. When you enter me, and leave your essence in me, I know what it is to be loved, to be wanted. Don't ever change, Hon. You are not a whore," he scolded me.

We kissed quickly, both knowing that our love was something special, something not everyone knows.

We returned to the preparation of breakfast. Sean was quickly cooking the bacon in the microwave. I began to chop the onion and pepper. I peeled the tomato with some difficulty, and became aware that Sean was smiling at me with a Cheshire-cat grin. "What's so amusing, Baby? I'm only peeling a tomato," I told him.

He walked slowly to me and kissed my cheek. "You know, Chef Taylor, peeling that tomato would have been much easier if you had dunked it in very hot water and then cold water. That I learned in an early cooking lesson from Aunt Emily. We did it to countless tomatoes from the garden when we canned them ," he said. He then turned and returned to his bacon project. There was no way he was going to get away with that little jab.

"You, know, Baby, I am not a chef; I am not even a line cook, but I should have known better. I think you should make the omelet as you are far more experienced than I am," I told him with a slight laugh.

He just ignored me. I began tapping the cutting board with the knife; I coughed; I tapped the knife against the fry pan and it made a fairly musical bing. Still no reaction! I took off my apron and stood naked before him. Nothing! I walked over to him, took his hand and placed it on my semi-erect penis.

"Oh, hi, Ry. Something you want? I really have to concentrate on this bacon stuff. I'm not much in the kitchen. Are we gonna have the sausage I have in my hand for breakfast? It's not really big enough for two of us," he laughingly told me.

"Fine, my young partner, I will keep the sausage for myself. I will not bother you with it again.

You know, to each his own," I kidded him.

"Okay, okay! You got me good, Ry. You know I want your sausage, really want it. Forgive me my impudence in telling you how to peel a tomato. I forgot myself. I understand that I am the student and you are the professor. I also know that you have a bigger sausage than I do. Enough said? I am sorry that I offended you," he told me with a straight face and no smile.

I grabbed him and pulled him to my naked body, feeling his semi-erect penis pushing against mine. I kissed him firmly, exploring his mouth with my tongue. He responded in kind. We stopped kissing, withdrew from each other a little and looked into each other's eyes. His were sparkling with joy, love, life. Mine, I am afraid, were filled with love and joy, but probably the most overwhelming element was lust. Sean started laughing, kissed me briefly on the mouth, and said, "Hmmm, you are not a whore, Ryan, but you certainly do have powerful hormones. I think you are one or two degrees above me when it comes to desire and lust. That is why I love you so much, Hon," he said.

"Do you realize I don't give a rat's ass about breakfast. I want you, Sean. Right now." I stammered.

Just that smile on his face was enough to make me even hornier. What would he do now? I waited patiently for some response from him. He moved to me, extended his right hand, I thought to grab my cock. Instead he took my hand and shook it. "Glad to meet you, Professor Taylor. I was wondering if you would be so kind as to teach me a lesson in lovemaking. I am very lustful at the moment, and I desire your sausage to be placed in my warm ass oven. With proper instruction from you, good old Professor Taylor, I am sure it will be a learning experience that I won't forget," he told me with a laugh.

I grabbed him and ripped off his boxer shorts. We fell to the kitchen floor our cocks hard and our hands exploring each other's body. It was fun!

We did it right there on the kitchen floor.

(to be continued)

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