The Professor and Sean - Book Two - Part 14
by Scotty
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We all find treasure in the strangest places; it is the wonder of being alive.
Scotty
A special `thank you' goes to my editor and proof reader, Wayne. His contribution is significant and greatly appreciated.
As Sean would say, "He's "Awesome!"
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The Professor and Sean, Book 2, Part 14
(Sean narrates)
There were a couple of times as Aunt Emily was telling me about my family history when it was all I could do to maintain control. With my lover beside me, his strength flowing to me as he held my hand and at times holding me in his strong arms, I was able to make it through. That is, until, she described the solemn gathering at the tree when my sister Estelle was laid to rest. I lost it, Ryan lost it, Aunt Emily lost it. Only Father O'Rourke maintained his composure and was able to console Aunt Emily. Ryan had helped me; and I discovered later, I had helped him, too, as he told me he felt my strength, my maturity. I guess I have grown up, mostly of necessity. I am no longer a child, and if I want to be a responsible parent, I need to get my act together.
After a warm conversation among all of us, we said our good-byes to Aunt Emily and left to return Father O'Rourke to his residence. We were very quiet all the way to his place, because, I guess, each in his own way was sorting out the events of the day. Ryan would glance back at me and smile, reassuring me that he was there for me. Father seemed to be deep within himself, praying for something that was extremely important to him.
I thought back to those days when he was helping me understand God, and I realized he had been like my dad; explaining, loving, and caring about me. I guess it was then that I suddenly was aware that, for him, I was like a son. When I realized this, I was filled with emotion as well as a feeling of love and caring that welled up in me and flowed to him. He was a holy man, and his place was with God in heaven.
"Sean, help the good father out of the car, please," Ryan gently ordered.
It broke my reverie, and I returned to the present. I helped the old man out of the Explorer, and Ry and I walked him back to the building and into the lobby. I felt deep emotion building within me, and without any provocation, I hugged the beloved man to me, holding tightly and praying silently for him. Somehow I knew that I would not see him alive again. I think he sensed it, too, and therefore made no attempt to break our embrace. Ry stood nearby, understanding the emotion that was flowing between the two of us. Father finally broke our hug, and moved to Ry and hugged him deeply and long, too. Then he turned and said to me,
"My son, we will meet again in some other place. But we will meet again. I have loved you as my son, Sean. And if I had been able to have a son, I would have wanted one who was exactly like you. And Ryan, I have your promise that you will love and care for Sean as long as you live. God willing, we will discuss this all at another time and in another place where there will only be happiness and joy. God bless you both."
He turned quickly and then slowly and with great labor, shuffled down the hall and out of our earthly lives.
There was no force on earth that could have prevented it. I burst into tears as I saw this holy man leave us, his journey finished. Now, he only waited patiently for God to call him home. I was confident that he would live on in our memories for as long as we lived. I discovered that Ryan, too, was weeping, tears streaming down his face. We fell into each other's arms supporting each other with our physical strength, and strengthening our emotional resolve to let him go.
"Sean, Baby, are you going to be okay? Do you realize how much that man loved you, Sean? I mean...."
I interrupted Ry and told him, "My lover, Father O'Rourke loved both of us deeply. He saw in us something good and vital. He approved our of our union, and he saw promise in our togetherness. He loved us both."
Ry looked me in the eyes, and after kissing me gently on my lips, said to me,
"Don't you understand, Baby, he loved you as his son. He loved you as only a father loves a child. How fortunate you were to have him in your life. He is a remarkable man and I love him as I do my own father."
"I know, Hon, and it humbles me."
We walked slowly to the Explorer, got in, and with Ry driving, we left to return to the inn, call Florida, and make arrangements to leave early the next morning. Knowing the solution to the mystery, and filled with hopefulness, we would continue our life together with happiness and joy.
(Ryan narrates)
After the emotional parting with Father O'Rourke, and the drive back to the inn, I was pretty much drained. It had been a day I would not soon forget, and I sensed that Sean was also exhausted, physically and emotionally. It was, after all, his life that we had been exploring. He had been silent on the drive from Father O'Rourke's place. He seemed sad, and I realized that he knew that he would never see the old priest alive again. I knew it, too.
I said to him, "A penny for your thoughts, Baby."
We were about two or three miles from the Inn, when Sean ordered me to pull over. I found a pull-off and stopped the Explorer. Sean undid his seat belt and moved to me. He undid my seat belt, too, and told me,
"I want you to kiss me, love me, make me aware of how wonderful life can be. Please, Ry, I love you so much."
I knew exactly the feelings he was having because I felt the same way. For the entire day we had dealt, in one way or another, with death. It was time to remember what living was all about. I grabbed him, pulled him to me, kissed him passionately, and let my hands explore his body. He was moaning in appreciation. I broke our kiss to tell him,
"You just wait till we get back to the inn. I am going to show you how wonderful being alive is. So let's get going, Baby."
Sean smiled that smile at me and I was lost in the depths of his beautiful eyes, seeking only complete union with him. He sat back in his seat as we re-buckled our seatbelts' Then with his famous giggle, he told me,
"Drive on, Sir. Take us to our love nest where you will make me yours and I will make you mine. Quickly, please, as my desire is great."
I laughed and told him,
"My desire is hot and filled with the fire of love and lust. I will make love to you for as long as you wish and as long as my stamina can hold out."
"Ha! Your stamina is indefatigable. Our entire night will be one of mutual pleasure. I am your slave, mighty master."
Laughing, I restarted the Explorer, and we drove away toward the Inn and our destiny.
(Jesse narrates)
We had returned to the bar after dinner. Kent and I were both interested in Graham, and we thought we might get an opportunity to chat with him. As it turned out, he was busy cleaning up and so there was little conversation. He did mention that he had the next day off as did Peter, the bellhop. I asked him if he would be around the next day. He smiled at me and told us,
"I `ll be here if there's something interesting to do. I think Peter might be interested in some fun tomorrow, too. We'll check your room about eleven in the morning."
"Sensational," Kent responded. With that we left and returned to our room, hoping that we wouldn't oversleep in the morning.
As it happened, we were up by nine, and had finished breakfast by ten thirty. We hurried back to the room and watched television.
The clock showed the time to be eleven fifteen and Kent and I had decided that it was a wash out. I told Kent that we should probably get naked and fuck each other. He stood and began taking off his clothes, when there was a knock at the door. We exchanged a knowing smile.
I hurried to the door and there stood Graham and Peter.
Hmm,' I thought to myself, this could be a hot day.' and then I asked them in.
Kent walked over to them and extended his hand, Graham shook his hand, and smiling broadly, said to us,
"Glad you guys waited `cause we are a little late. I overslept, but thankfully Peter didn't."
As he was talking I was taking a long look at Peter. He wasn't as tall as Graham, but he was cute; slight, but not skinny, with black hair and dark eyes. He had a wonderful smile, which showed his beautiful teeth. He was hot, and he was young. I guessed he was not twenty. I was brought back to reality when I heard him speaking,
"Graham has a reputation for oversleeping. He's too active late at night and has to make up for it. He's gets yelled at frequently by Inn management because he is often late."
"True, lover boy, but I enjoy my evenings as you know. Look, Peter and I are wondering if you two hot guys are gay?"
Kent moved to Graham, and as he moved his hand down Graham'a arm, he told them,
"Yea, we're gay. Are you two?"
For an answer, he and Peter unzipped and pulled out their cocks. Peter's cock was a surprise as it was large and thick for such a small guy, and to our complete pleasure, Graham sported at least six inches soft. Hard, he would stick out at about nine inches. Peter's cock was hardening now, and it was obvious that he had eight or better inches of cock.
In response to their move, Kent and I removed our shirts, dropped our trousers and stepped out of them. Then we hooked our thumbs in our underwear waistbands and pushed them down. Our now hardening cocks sprang loose and stood before us in all their glory. There was a second or two pause, and then as if on cue, I knelt before Peter and began to suck on his beautiful cock. Graham was immediately on his knees and had Kent's substantial cock deep in his throat. This went on for just a short time, when Peter said,
"I have the key to one of the cabins, it's not rented out right now because it is being redone in the spring. It's heated, and there's a king-size bed and a ceiling mirror. The Jucuzzi works fine, the fridge is full of drinks, and we don't have to worry because it's my place until they refurbish it. Living room, fireplace, everything. Want to go there for privacy? They'll be here soon to clean."
As I pulled my mouth off that his tasty prick, I said to Peter, "For sure let's go there. I have some wonderful things I want to do to you to make you happy and to enjoy sexual pleasure. If I am lucky, maybe, you'll return the pleasure." In answer, he dropped to his knees and swallowed my cock, reached around me and shoved his middle finger up my hot and ready asshole.
"Oh, Peter, I want you in that king-size bed. Are you guys coming?"
Graham, who was now face fucking Kent, pulled his cock out and said,
"Come on cocksucker, I have plans for you and your fuck buddy and Peter. Let's go. Everyone was fully dressed in moments and we were off to the cabin, which was temporarily Peter's home.
(Sean narrates)
The day had been one that I would not soon forget. I wondered how long it would take me to deal with the idea of a sister, long dead, but still a sister. I tried to imagine what my mother and father must have gone through, especially at a time when children born out of wedlock were thought of as less than respectable. I also imagined what my mother had to endure. Being pregnant before marriage probably marked her as a loose woman. My father, too, must have been ostracized. His parents must have been angry, not to mention my mother's parents whom I suspect blamed it all on my father.
When you love someone, it is difficult not to express your love in that most sublime way. Making love, by giving of yourself to the one you love, stands at the pinnacle of human expression. I knew that my mother and father must have been deeply in love. I could also recognize that they were also driven by lust, but that could not have been the most important reason for their mating.
There is, after all, a primal mechanism that drives the species to reproduce. If there is anything sad about a gay paring, it is, perhaps, that there is no progeny. In today's world that can be circumvented and gay couples can have children.
I don't think of our adopting the three boys as circumventing anything. We simply wanted to have children, and we had discovered these three boys who needed a home and love. If the good Lord was willing, we would soon have them with us.
And when we left Father O'Rourke, I knew without the slightest doubt that I would not see him alive again. There was an unspoken message that I could sense. I was surprised at my reactionm which was a mixture of sadness and joy. I was sad that I was losing a good friend, but filled with joy because I knew he would end his journey soon, for which he had lived his whole life, moving toward heaven and God.
"A penny for you thoughts, Baby," I heard Ry say.
Just thinking about the day and what I learned about my family; coping with death in a variety of ways. I asked Ryan to pull off the road and stop. I told him,
"I want you to kiss me, love me, make me aware of how wonderful life can be. Please, Ry, I need your reassurance."
Ry grabbed me, pulled me to him, kissed me passionately, and let his hands explore my body. I was moaning in appreciation. He broke our kiss to tell me,
"You just wait till we get back to the inn. I am going to show you how wonderful being alive is. So let's get going, Baby."
I smiled at him and giggled as I told him,
"Drive on, Sir. Take us to our love nest where you will make me yours and I will make you mine. Quickly, please, as my desire is great."
He laughed and told me,
"My desire is hot and filled with the fire of love and lust. I will make love to you for as long as you wish and my stamina can continue."
I laughed and told him that his stamina was indefatigable. I reminded him that our night would be one of mutual pleasure. For effect, I added that I was his slave and he was my master. He apparently liked that idea, as he laughed, and quickly restarted the Explorer. Soon we were driving rapidly to the Inn.
When we arrived at the Inn, the darkness of the evening was just becoming intense as it does in January. We went directly to our cabin where we showered together, enjoying each other's bodies. I was thrilled when Ry picked me up in his arms and took me to our bed. We lay naked and erect on the bed, kissing each other and exploring our bodies.
Ry rolled me onto my back and pushed my legs back. I put my hands behind my knees and pulled my legs back and apart. As I did this, I felt Ry's warm breath on my ass crack. He licked me causing my body to rise up from the bed. Soon he was using his tongue as a probe, moving it in and out of my hot hole. I was in ecstasy. I wanted him in me, his manhood deep in my rectum rubbing against my prostate.
"Please, please, Lover, fuck me. Fuck me now!"
Ry worked some KY into my quivering anus, inserting his fingers into me making my hole open for his magnificent cock. He entered me without difficulty and with one slow, steady push he was totally enveloped by my ass. At first, I didn't want him to move, rather, I wanted the fullness in me to continue, the pressure of his body against mine, his lips meeting mine, and his tongue exploring my mouth.
But Ry continued his lovemaking, moving with such exquisite motion in and out, brushing my love-button and bringing me to an almost unbearable height of sexual pleasure, only to stop thereby allowing me to slowly come down to reality. Then he slowly pulled his beautiful penis out of me and rolled onto his back. At that moment I felt alone, deserted, but he quickly brought me back when he asked me to make love to him. I was certainly horny enough to top him. When I moved to him, he had already pulled back his legs, allowing full access to his pink rosebud.
I couldn't help myself and was soon licking and kissing his ass, using my tongue to excite him by moving it in and out of his hole. I found the KY and started to work on his hole, but he would not have it.
"Now, now! Fuck me, Sean. I want you so much, please," he urged me on.
I moved into position, and quickly placed my hard cock at the opening to his body and pushed in with one rapid decisive plunge. He didn't whimper, but extolled me to fuck him harder and faster.
I tried to maintain his sexual high, but I knew that if I kept it up I would soon lose control and cum in him. He had reached around me with his arms and now had his legs on my shoulders, which I had taken into my hands and had pushed them wider apart. It was then that I noticed how beautiful his feet were.
Without thinking I began to lick his feet, first one and then the other. I sucked his toes as I continued to fuck him and his moaning increased, telling me that he was enjoying himself. I was near climax, and before I could say anything, Ry was shooting his hot man juice onto his chest and mine. As he shot off, his ass muscles tightened and I filled him with my hot cum, gasping for breath, sweating profusely and trembling.
"My God, Sean, that was amazing. I don't think I have even been so aroused, so intensely excited.
Thank you, Baby," he told me.
I was lying on top of Ry with my cock, still erect, deep inside him. Our chests were glued together by his cum and our sweat; we were kissing passionately. I lifted myself up a little so that I could look at my lover and said to him,
"I love you so much, Hon. I want to stay like this for a while. Is that okay with you?"
He just pulled me closer to him, kissed me tenderly, and yawned. I lay my head on his chest, and closed my eyes. In seconds we were both asleep.
(Ryan narrates)
Someone knocking on the door awakened me. I moved away from Sean, who immediately pulled me back.
He murmured,
"No, don't leave me, please. Stay with me."
I kissed him and told him I needed to answer the door. I got out of bed and pulled on a pair of shorts that were lying near the bed and stumbled out to the door. I looked through the peephole and saw that it was Kent and Jesse. I really didn't want to answer the door, but I knew we had to make plans for tomorrow, so I unlocked the door and ushered them in.
"Hope we didn't disturb you, but we wondered if you were okay. You didn`t show up for dinner at the usual time, so we thought we had better check on you," Kent said to me.
At just about that moment, Sean came into the iving room naked. He simply said `hi' to the guys, turned and went back into the bedroom and I assumed the bathroom. Again, Jesse examined Sean as if he were on display. It pissed me off, but I held my tongue.
"So, how did the day go, and what are your plans for tomorrow?" asked Kent.
I sighed and told them, "Today is a long story, which we will tell you about later. Tomorrow we want to leave here by six AM so that we can fly out before eight and get back to Florida as early in the day as possible. Will that be a problem?"
Jesse looked at Kent, and after a moment's hesitation, he hurriedly told me,
"It's a good thing you're telling us tonight. We have a lot of things to take care of if we want to leave early in the morning. But it's not a problem. Are you and Sean going to dinner? If you are, we'll meet you in the bar after you're finished. We can finalize the plans for tomorrow."
"Yes, we have to have dinner. We'll be along in a few minutes. Will you let them know in the dining room that we are on our way.? It's late, and if they are not busy, they might want to close early."
As they opened the door and were leaving, Kent told me that they would take care of everything and we could meet them in bar. I moved to the bedroom assuming that Sean would be in the bathroom, but to my surprise, he was on all fours on the bed with his head down on the mattress. He was inviting me to fuck him. I didn't disappoint him.
After making love and taking a quick shower, Sean and I went to the dining room, where Sheila greeted us. She took our order and in what seemed a very short time, was there with our appetizer, then the salad course, and finally our entree. Sean and I left the happenings of the day out of our conversation and, instead, dealt with our plans once we got back to Florida. As we completed our dessert, I told Sean about meeting the flyboys in the bar to take care of our plans for tomorrow.
"Hon, don't you think you should call Mom and Dad and let them know we'll be coming home tomorrow?" Sean asked me.
"Yes. Look, here's the cell phone, why don't you call? They'll be excited to hear from you. Tell them we'll give them all the details tomorrow when we see them."
Sean dialed the number, and in seconds was talking to our Dad. The conversation was short with Sean assuring Dad that we would call tomorrow and give him our estimated time of arrival. I watched him and sensed again a change in my lover. He seemed more in control of himself, more mature, but as ever, handsome and sexy. I felt so lucky to have him as my partner for life.
He clicked the phone shut, and turned and smiled at me. He ran has hand up my thigh and moved it across my now hardening cock. I pulled him to me and kissed him tenderly.
"Let's go and join the guys so that we can get things taken care of for tomorrow," I said. He squeezed my cock, but then got up from the table.
"Come on, Hon. What's the matter?" he asked with a laugh.
I was laughing lightly now; realizing that he knew I had to stay seated for a couple of minutes so that my penis could soften a little. As I got up from the table, I noticed that Sean's shorts were nicely tented, too.
"You dawg!" I said with a smile. After leaving a tip for Sheila, we left the dining room and went into the bar. The flyboys were at the last booth. We headed to the booth and sat.
`Hi, Sean. Hi, Ryan," the two said almost in unison. We exchanged greetings with them. We ordered soda and to our surprise the flyboys were drinking ginger ale. It then dawned on me that they were not drinking because they had to fly early the next morning. I noticed that Jesse was nervously playing with the coaster in front of him.
Finally, after our drinks arrived, he cleared his throat and spoke,
"We need to tell you two something. It's a little embarrassing, but we think you need to know about it, just in case. We spent the day having a torrid sex fest with Peter and Graham. Peter is so hot. And Graham is no slouch, either. Look, we really like these two guys and want to take them back to Florida to spend some time with us. Their work is finished here as the Inn closes for the next two weeks. Well, it's like this. Would you mind if they hitch a ride home with us tomorrow?"
Sean looked at me with surprise in his eyes. I knew he would not enjoy the trip as much with four other gay guys, but he would need to adjust to that and also to the fact that guys were going to hit on him. He said nothing. I squeezed his hand and said,
"It's not our plane, guys. If you want them to fly back with us, that's up to you. We can deal with it. There's just one thing, make sure that they know we don't play around. Be sure of that."
Sean straightened up and said firmly, "That's very important to us. Be sure they understand."
Kent was quick to reply,
"Don't worry, guys, we'll make it very clear to them. Meet us in the lobby at six in the morning.
Everything will be ready. Now we want to meet the guys and let them know they can fly to Florida with us. If there's nothing else, let's say good night."
Sean stood and said goodnight. I said goodbye, too, and we hurriedly walked back to the cabin.
(Sean narrates)
I was not happy that Peter and Graham were flying home with us. In fact, I was really pissed. I know that Ry had read me correctly and was aware that I was not a happy camper. I thought it was a little presumptuous of them to even ask us. But Ry, as usual, put it in the proper frame: it wasn't our plane and if they wanted them to fly back, then okay. I was thrilled that he made it clear that we would not entertain any hanky-panky. I decided to add my feelings, too. So, unless the flyboys were total idiots, they knew our feelings.
In the deep recesses of my being, though, I knew that I had looked at Peter and thought he was hot. He was about my age and seemed pleasant. He certainly was sexy. At first, I felt guilty, but then I remembered what Ry had once told me. `You can look all you want, but don't touch.' He had told me that all gays look and fantasize. In our case we could do all that, but as a committed couple we kept to ourselves. And now especially, with the three boys hopefully joining the family, that commitment was especially meaningful. Ry was all I needed and all I could please; he was my hot, sexy, lover and partner. I didn't need anything more. We were a monogamous couple.
Even with all the confusion and revelation of the last couple of days, I had been thinking a great deal about the concert and the need for me to practice. I knew that, whatever we did for fun when we returned to Florida, I had to find time for some serious practicing. With Dr. Fillimore there, it would be the perfect time to work out any wrinkles in the music. I knew that I could expect total support from Ry and Mom and Dad. Greg, of course, would support me, but he wouldn't do it without a little ribbing. Actually, I liked it when he gave me a difficult time because it always loosened me up and helped me to relax. He was a honey. As a couple, Rog and Greg were tops. It would be great to see them again.
We got to the cabin, and after Ry unlocked the door and we were inside, he took me in his arms, looked deeply into my eyes, and kissed me very gently on the lips. He whispered in my ear,
"I was so proud of you, Baby. You kept your cool when I knew you were really upset. I guess we have to try to understand that Kent and Jesse are at a different place in their relationship than we are. For them, playing the field is important. They haven't discovered the love you and I have for each other. Maybe we don't realize how lucky we are; Rog and Greg seem to have reached a place way above where Kent and Jesse are. Not to worry, Baby, after tomorrow, we will probably never see any of them again."
"I love you, Hon. Can we go to bed? I am really exhausted, both physically and emotionally. Tomorrow will be a difficult day and I want to be ready for it. Come on, let's go to the bedroom," I said.
He followed me and we began to remove our clothing as we walked. Shortly after we arrived in the bedroom we were naked, but not sexually excited. We used the facilities, brushed our teeth, and after straightening the bed, we crawled in under the covers, kissed, and said a passionate, `good night'. My lover spooned against me, and I could feel his cock awakening and the hardness of it made me push back against him. Then I fell asleep.
(Ryan narrates)
I heard the alarm and quickly reached it and turned it off. It was five thirty and time for us to get moving if we were to meet the guys in the lobby at six. Sean groaned and wrapped himself around me complaining that he was tired and couldn't we just stay there a little while more. I stroked his back and kissed the top of his head. He moaned in appreciation until I pulled back the covers and exposed our naked bodies to the cooler air outside the bed.
"Fuck, Ry, that's cold!" he complained.
"I know, Baby, but we have to get our asses moving if we want to be on time. Come on, a quick shower, and then we get dressed and get to the lobby," I told him as I kissed his neck.
Sean stretched and before I could stop myself, I had my face in his armpit, taking in his scent. Then I licked the hair of his underarm and was immediately hard.
"Oh, that feels so right, Hon. I know what I want to do with my ass, and it isn't moving any place except onto your hard cock. Fuck me, Hon," he almost begged.
My only solution was to pull away from him and get out of the bed. He groaned and told me that I shouldn't leave him unsatisfied. I let him know that I, too, was unsatisfied. I walked to the other side of the bed and took his hands and pulled him into a sitting position. His cock was erect. He looked at me and gave me a silly, sleepy grin.
As he got out of bed, he grabbed me and held me tightly to himself. He kissed the back of my neck, then leaned to my ear and said to me,
"Just you wait until tonight, Hon. I will be expecting a monumental performance from you."
We both were laughing now as we got into the shower, and I told him,
"Sounds good to me, Baby. You know I love to perform, especially for you. Now let's shower and get moving."
We finished our shower quickly with no playing around, toweled dry, dressed and left the cabin with our luggage, arriving at the lobby at ten minutes to six. The other four were waiting, not impatiently, but I think, expectantly. In moments all the luggage was loaded into the Explorer with me driving and Sean in the front passenger's seat. The other four were somehow distributed in the rear seats. We headed to the airport,
The conversation was sparce, as we were all tired. Sean kept touching my hand and occasionally my leg; more to let me know he was awake and with me, then to suggest anything sexual. There were a variety of noises from the rear of the vehicle, which might have been interpreted in a number of ways, but I decided not to speculate. There was absolutely no traffic and so we arrived at the airport at six-thirty.
We got the luggage out of the Explorer and carried it into the small terminal building. To our surprise, Kent had contacted the airport and the plane was fueled and ready for take off. We were all aboard and the luggage stowed in a short time. Everyone was cordial, but restrained. Our message had been delivered. Soon everyone was in their seats, belts fastened, and the plane was rushing down the runway and we were airborne. It was then that I realized how tired I was, and when I looked at Sean, I would see that he was nearly asleep.
When we were at cruising altitude, Kent's voice came on and informed us that we could get out of our seats and move about the cabin. Jesse appeared moments later with news that coffee and a light breakfast would be ready in twenty minutes. I called him over and told him that Sean and I would forego the breakfast and would rather catch up on some sleep since we were exhausted from the turmoil of yesterday. He said fine, and left for the galley. Peter and Graham exchanged small talk with us for a few minutes, inquiring mostly about things to do in Florida. Then we excused ourselves and went to the bedroom, fell on the bed, and sooner than either of us had expected, we were sound asleep.
I don't know how much time had elapsed, but I awoke to find Sean on his side, his head resting on his hand. He was staring at me.
"You're handsome and sexy, you know," he said.
"Hmm, and so, my lover, are you. Come here. He moved quickly into my arms and we kissed. He moved away and yawned. He smiled and asked,
"Are you hungry? I am. Think there's anything left to eat out there?"
"I'm hungry, and I'm sure there is something left. Knowing Jesse, there was probably enough for eight guys. Let's freshen up a little and go join the others," I said.
We did our toilet and, freshened and alert, we made out way to the door of the cabin bedroom. I took the door handle, and with Sean at my side, swung the door open. We both stopped in our tracks, gasped, and for a moment couldn't accept what we saw before us in the cabin.
"Ry, can you believe this?" he asked.
"Seeing is believing," I responded.
(To be continued)
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