The Professor and Sean - Book Two - Part 17
by Scotty
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We all find treasure in the strangest places; it is the wonder of being alive.
Scotty
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The Professor and Sean - II - 17
(Ellen narrates)
I knew the time was approaching for all of our visitors to return north, back to the routine of their lives. The first to leave were Rog and Greg. It had been such a pleasure to have them as guests.
We all accompanied Rog and Greg to the airport in West Palm to see them off. It was a happy event, at least on the outside, but I was strangely sad on the inside, realizing that in a short time I would be saying `good-bye' to my two sons. That, I knew, would be a difficult time, not just for me but also for Gerry. It seemed so right to have them with us, but we both understood that they had their lives to live.
One solace for me was that in the near future Ry and Sean would be visiting with our grandchildren. That made me hopeful and happy, and I prayed nightly that God would allow the adoption to become a reality. In private, Gerry talked to me incessantly about having three grandsons. For him, especially, it would fill out his life. And all my maternal feelings had been heightened by the prospect of grandsons. Time would tell.
On the drive back from the airport, Sean and Ry were particularly quiet. Finally I had to ask them if anything was bothering them. Ry assured me that it was just that saying goodbye to Rog and Greg made them think of home and the events coming up in their lives. There was Sean's concert, the cabin, and utmost in their minds, the adoption. Little did Ry suspect about the convocation where the academic chair named for him would be announced.
After we arrived back at the house, the boys went for a long swim. We left them alone, sensing that they needed some time to talk about all that was happening in their lives. Ry had also indicated that they wanted to go to Miami, particularly to South Beach. Although we understood why, Gerry and I were not thrilled that they would be going there. Ry promised to find a hotel that was welcoming to gay couples. We only hoped that nothing would happen to dampen their stay in Florida. Two days later they left for South Beach.
(Ryan narrates)
We were excited about our visit to South Beach, but it was easy to recognize that our parents were not thrilled about it. Strangely, when Sean asked me about why I thought they felt that way, at first I was at a loss. Then I understood that they were worried about our safety. Strange things had happened there. Gianni Versace had been murdered on the steps to his own home. But in fact, often the same things happen in many cities and in most states.
After I told Sean that, we both were able to appreciate why they felt that way. We represented their hope for grandchildren. They didn't want anything to happen to us that would endanger it from becoming a reality.
We found our hotel, a the lovely old Art Deco hotel with only forty rooms. It was colorful in many ways. The clientele was totally gay men. Even the help was gay. The moment we entered the lobby to register, it was apparent that we were going to get hit on regularly. I was aware that Sean was the center of attention, although I am happy to say I was being looked over with interest too. There was nothing blatant about the attention; it was subtle and in control, but nevertheless it was obvious.
The clerk at the desk was right out of an Abercrombie catalog: blond, buff, handsome, sexy, smiling, and tantalizing. He eyed us carefully as we registered and spoke with Sean, telling him where the best places on the beach were. He smiled when he told us that our request for one queen size bed had been taken care of, as was our desire for a nonsmoking room. Further, he indicated that a Mr. Roger Fillimore and a Mr. Greg Raymond had paid for our room. Anything added to the bill would also be included. I was astonished. How did they know?
It finally dawned on me that Dad had made this little arrangement at the bequest of Rog and Greg.
Those devils! Sean and I laughed, imagining the whispered plans. Leave it to Dad to find our hotel and to make certain that every request we had made was fulfilled. Bless them all!
It was early afternoon when we arrived, and as soon as we had unpacked in our pleasant room, we stripped, sucked each other a bit, then dressed in our Speedos, pulled on some shorts and a T-shirt, and left for the beach. Our cute blond at the desk told us exactly where to go where we would find chairs and towels provided by the hotel. All we need to do was show our room key. With that information, we crossed the street, followed the path and came to the kiosk where we showed our keys to a hot, black-haired stud, who sized us both up, but seemed more attracted to Sean than to me.
Aaron, the kiosk operator, took us to two chaises that were in the middle of a number of others, all occupied by young, virile men. A couple of them were sporting semi-hard cocks. Aaron,\ helped Sean remove his T-shirt and sneakers. Sean dropped his shorts and there was a gasp from the watchers. I noticed that Aaron's hands were finding their way over Sean's body. I moved closer to Sean, then Aaron, moved from Sean to me. As he helped me with my t-shirt, his hands lingered on my nipples and he deliberately dropped my T-shirt, so as he bent to pick it up, his tongue licked my nipple and his hand brushed my cock.
"Do you two need any help with you tanning lotion?" he asked with a smile. Sean looked at me, frowned, and told Aaron,
"I think we're okay for now. But if we need help with anything, you will be the first to know. Thanks for your help."
"No problem, guys. By the way, all the other guys who are around you are staying at the hotel. You might find it interesting to meet some of them. I have to get back to the kiosk. Maybe if I'm lucky, I might see you two later tonight. I could show you the town, as they say."
With that he turned, and as he walked away from us, he made sure that we wouldn't forget his great ass. I had noticed, and I am sure that Sean did, too, that Aaron had quite a basket. Oh, the temptations that we had to deal with. Luckily we were only going to be here for two nights and three days. I remember all those unhappy years after Kevin, and I wondered why I had never come here before. Certainly I would have had all the sex I wanted. But then I realized I might not have been able to meet and fall in love with Sean.
Sean was lying on his stomach on the chaise. I proceeded to put suntan lotion on him, and slowly, and with every ounce of sexual steaminess, I covered his back and his legs. At the top of his Speedo, I let my fingers wander under the waistband and just slightly into the crack of his ass. He moaned. I leaned down and kissed his ear, and then asked him,
"Do you think our little audience found that titillating?" He laughed and whispered,
"I don't know about our audience, but it got to me. I am so hard I don't dare turn over as I might rip out of my Speedo." I kissed his ear again and quietly exclaimed to him,
"For heaven's sake don't do that! You would be crushed by the guys who would come flying here to suck your cock, Baby. And I don't want that. I want all your hot, sexy seed for myself. Tonight, my hot lover, we won't sleep. We are going to make love all night long. We can sleep in the morning, or if you prefer, we can make love all day, coming out to the beach only if we want to, and having our meals in bed, between our eating other things."
Sean rolled to his side, away from the audience, which was now becoming occupied elsewhere. His cock was straining against his bathing suit. I moved my hand down and ran it over his rock hard member. He smiled at me with that smile, and giggled just slightly, kidding me,
"When you put things the way you just did, I want to jump your bones right now. Ryan, I want your bone in my mouth and in my love channel. I need you to make love to me, right now if you want. I don't care who sees it; it just shows how much we love each other."
I looked intently into his beautiful eyes and I knew he wasn't kidding. I took him into my arms and kissed him passionately exploring his body with my hands. I pulled his Speedo down so that the upper part of his beautiful ass was exposed to the crowd. Most of the guys were rubbing their hardening cocks, and two of them were jerking off.
"You can use that tent over there if you wish. It's for the pleasure of our guests. The only thing is that you might have an audience. I would like to see you two make love," said Aaron who was now sporting a huge hardon.
I looked up at him, as did Sean, and his reward for us was to pull down his brief Speedo and let his monster cock free. I would estimate that he had a good eleven or twelve inches of handsome cock.
Sean answered for both of us,
"Thanks, but we'll use our bedroom for lovemaking. And the audience will only be those we invite, and we have never invited anyone after we exchanged vows."
"That's the way it is with us, " I added.
"No problem, but I sure would like an invitation. Keep that in mind," said Aaron as he strutted away displaying all the best features of his totally masculine body.
Sean looked at me with a kind of wonderment in his eyes. He turned again on the chaise so that we faced each other. He leaned across the small void between our chaises, and kissed me curtly and gently on the lips. Then he moved back, looked questioningly at me and finally spoke,
"Hon, is it going to be like this all the time we are here? What I mean is, that everywhere we have been today, someone has been hitting on me. or you ,or the both of us. It bothers me, Hon. In two ways actually; and they are, in a way, in conflict with each other. First, you are all I need, all I want. But also, I get hot when guys make it clear that they want to have sex with me.
I mean it's sort of a compliment, isn't it, or am I just deceiving myself? How do you feel when they hit on you? Aaron certainly would like to get it on with you, or me, or both of us. This whole thing troubles me, Ry," he told me.
I took his hand in mine, kissed it briefly, smiled at him, and said,
"My dear Sean. It is annoying, and sometimes it's uncomfortable. I think that it is a kind of compliment when a handsome young stud hits on you. It tells you that you are attractive, sexy, and worthy of his attention. So far we have only run into younger guys in our age group. We may, before we leave, run into some older guys; the gays call them old queens.
"If one of them hits on you, you may be offended, but you should not take it that way. Although you may not find them attractive or sexy, their attention is still a measure of your appeal. Gays come in all shapes and sizes, and they have various interests and desires. Some are preoccupied with a fetish; others want specific kinds of sex and nothing else.
"Sean, you are the one that decides who decides to whom you are attracted. You're the one who decides what to do or not do. I grant you that having so many guys drooling over you, most of them wanting to give you pleasure, but some wanting to get their pleasure from fucking you or having you suck them or eat their ass, can be unnerving. In many ways, it's a strange game. There are hunters and there is the prey. You, my hot lover, are obviously the prey.
"Many of these guys are here hunting for some sexual pleasure; and whether you realize it or not, you fill the bill for them. Try not to take it as an insult; just politely go about your business and don't give them any hint that you want to play. Sean, you're so fucking handsome, so sexy, so hot.
"With me it's a different story. When they get the cold shoulder from you, then they migrate to me, a second best."
"You just shut up, Ryan Taylor. You are not second best. You are tops! You are my lover and husband. Are you saying that I choose a second best for a lover and husband? Are you? I hate it when you put yourself in a stupid category like that. You are sexy and handsome and I don't want to hear anymore of your fucking demeaning shit about how you are not sexy, because your are. You, my lover, are the fucking hot stud that I fell for, that I would die for, that has made my life complete"
With that he turned away from me, angry and hurt, not what I had intended. I only wanted him to understand that at his age, with his beautiful body, his handsome face, that he would be a prize catch for any of these guys. It was time to make amends with my lover and husband.
I reached over to him and ran my hand down his back to the top of his Speedo. He made no response. He didn't pull away physically, but I was certain that he had pulled away from me psychologically. I sat up on the chaise and leaned forward, kissing his back just slightly above where his ass crack began. I felt him shudder. I kissed my way up his back to his neck, licking his neck. Then I made my way to his left ear, and tongued it a little. He was shuddering more. I kissed his ear, and then I said,
"Sean, please forgive me. I was the crap head. I always think of you as perfect, and well, no one ever thinks of himself as a hot stud, not normal gays anyway. If you didn't think I was sexy and hot, I don't know what I would do. Look, Sean, I love you, completely, every place on your body is just another area of love, another area to get to know. If you can't forgive me, I guess I can understand, but it will hurt my very soul. Maybe I should leave you for a while. I obviously have hurt you deeply. Just tell me you forgive me."
Sean flew up from the chaise and into my arms. His eyes were filled with tears, and I knew immediately I had been the world's greatest asshole. He didn't sob, although I worried that he might as he was very emotional, very upset with me. I held him tightly to my chest. He didn't say anything for a long time, and I was beginning to worry that he was not ready to forgive me. Finally he said, in a quiet, controlled voice,
"I love you, Hon. Of course, I forgive you. But please, don't do that again. It's beneath you to demean yourself. You have told me a number of times not to do it. Well, I don't want you to ever do it again. You are perfect, Lover, perfect! And don't you ever forget it!"
I just kissed him long and hard on the lips, pushing my tongue deep into his mouth. He pressed against me, moving his hands down my back to my ass crack. I was getting really hot; I wanted him and I knew he wanted me. I broke our embrace, and said to him,
"Thank you, my wonderful lover. Thank you. Let's go to our room where we can make love. I want you, Sean, and I want you now."
He said nothing, but got up from the chaise, took my hand and pulled me to my feet. Leading the way, he headed toward the hotel, with me following like a well--trained dog. He still held my hand tightly in his. As we left, the group of guys on the beach broke into applause. I think they were rewarding us for our devotion to each other. Of course, that might be a message that we were both sexy and hot. Either way is was nice.
Shortly, we had crossed the street and were in the hotel heading to the elevators when the desk clerk called after us,
"Mr. Taylor, Mr. Kelly. You have a message. Would you like it now, or would you prefer to pick it up later."
Knowing we wouldn't enjoy our lovemaking wondering what it was all about, we crossed to the desk where the clerk handed us a folded piece of paper. Sean took it in his trembling hands, and I began to understand his fear, his expectations, which I guessed probably matched mine.
"Let's wait until we get to the room before we read this," Sean said as he crushed the paper into my hand. I nodded my agreement and we were in the elevator and shortly thereafter in our room.
I sat on the bed, Sean beside me. Unfolding the paper, I glanced at it and then read the message aloud. I know my voice was filled with emotion.
"Ryan and Sean,
I know this is not a good time to contact you as you are on vacation, but I felt it important enough to do so. Through the kindness of your father, I was able to get the telephone number of your hotel and so I left the message as you were out. Let me get to the gist of the matter.
Our office was contacted by the adoption agency today. They want to meet you guys in person as soon as possible. They feel it necessary to tell you the circumstances of the event that led to the boys being orphaned. I got very positive vibes from them, but that is only my reading of it.
Can you contact me and let me know when you will be returning to State so that we can arrange a time and place for a meeting? Even if the outcome is positive, I need to caution you not to expect the see the children immediately. Adoption is a long and frustrating process, so you may not have the boys for a few months. But, guys, it looks promising. Give me a call when you can.
Hugs,
Dan
PS: Craig sends his best. Also, you will be amazed at the progress at the new cabin. Everything has been moved to its place, the fence is around the tree, and the monument is expected in a few weeks. The new place is probably sixty percent framed."
The room echoed with silence. Then like a pent-up volcano, Sean flew to his feet and began to shout and jump and run about the room. I sat there watching him, loving every minute of his joy. He jumped back onto the bed and flung himself on top of me, kissing me with uncontrolled passion. I returned his joy, and soon, without a word being said, he was in me, making me his, and in his joy, giving me the most wonderful fucking I can ever remember getting. We both shot off for what seemed forever.
`God is good." I thought.
(Sean narrates)
After the message from Dan and our extraordinary love making, I couldn't pull myself away from Ry.
I just wanted to be with him, close and intimate with him. I gathered strength from him, and with every thought about the boys, about Dan thinking it was positive, my emotions built, and finally I lay on him, and the tears started to flow. I didn't want them to. I was so happy, so filled with joy, that I couldn't help it. Ry just held me letting me know that he understood my joy. I knew I had to explain, so I said to him, among some soft sobs,
"I am so happy, Hon. I can't even explain how I feel. Just to think that in a few months, we will be able to take Jacob, Ethan, and Zachary into our home. We will become a family with all it's joys and sorrows. I know that together, loving each other, we can overcome the adversities."
There are places I want to take them, things that I want them to see. My head swirled with ideas, with a desire to offer to them so many of the things I had not known.
"I am happy, too, Baby. Imagine you and me and the three boys. That's a great family! If it comes to pass, we will be very lucky parents. Can you imagine mealtime, or traveling, or the many other things we will want to do with the boys? It fills me with joy, but not matched by the joy you have given to me, Baby. You are my first real love, my only love. Before you, it was infatuation. That's what Kevin was. And it was lust that I thought was love," he quietly told me.
I raised up on my elbows and looked directly into Ry's eyes, then I announced,
"I want to go home."
"What did you say?" asked Ry.
I repeated, with emphasis,]
"I want to go home, back to State."
"Can you wait another day and night?" he asked me.
"I suppose," I offered.
"Sean, I know how you feel, and frankly, I feel the same way. Let's split the difference. We'll stay here tonight and part of the day tomorrow. Then we'll head to Mom and Dad's. We can tell them about the adoption and decide with them when would be a good time for us to return home. They don't see us much, and after all, we are their children," he told me.
I smiled at him, kissed him, and told him,
"You're always right. Let's do as you suggest. I'll love the time with you alone, but I still want to get back soon. I want to meet with those people immediately. I want to get the ball rolling. I have to practice for the concert, also. Then there's the matter of the cabin and trying to get Naomi Stephenson to do the decorating. And there is the semester starting, with classes for me and teaching for you . There's so much to think about and plan. I'm so excited."
I fell on Ry kissing him passionately, with purpose, and I told him I wanted him to make love to me, and soon. In the rarest of moments, he made love to me, bringing me to the peak of enjoyment and then letting me come down. Finally neither of us could hold off any longer as he filled me with his seed and I shot mine on my chest and face.
Breathless, he fell on me, cementing us together with my emission, confirming again that we were as one.
(Ryan narrates)
Our blissful lovemaking left me a bit tired and I soon fell asleep, still atop Sean with my penis still in him. He, too, slept, and I know, as with me, he dreamt about the boys, the family, the concert, the cabin. In short, he thought about our future.
I don't think either of us moved, and later when I awakened and realized that I still was on top of my lover, I wanted to quickly moved off so that he could have some body freedom and some cool air. When I tried to move, he would have none of it, but rather grasped me tightly with both his arms and his legs. I sighed deeply, filled with happiness. I kissed him. As I was kissing him I felt him tense his ass muscles and squeeze my soft cock.
Immediately I began to harden and with that, my desire grew. I kissed him with more passion, more force. Now he spoke,
"Fuck me, Hon."
I did.
(Sean narrates)
Ry had fulfilled all my desires when he did my bidding and fucked me hard and long. I was delirious with pleasure, his cock deep in my ass and his lips on mine and his tongue exploring my mouth.
When we had returned to a semblance of normal, Ry said,
"We'd better shower, my hot lover, and get on some clean duds and find a place for dinner. I want to see some of the area at night. It should be fun. Are you in the mood for that?"
As I tickled him and we rolled about the bed, laughing and enjoying ourselves, I finally told him,
"I am ready for some fun. I don't care who cruises me, or hits on me. I plan to enjoy it. I may even flirt a little, but only if you are close by me. I am happy, joy-filled, and I want to just forget everything and have fun."
We lay side by side now as I had stopped tickling Ry a bit earlier. Neither of us was hard, but when Ry rolled toward me and began to lick and suck on my nipple, I began to respond by bringing my soldier to a salute. Ry, apparently pleased with his control over me, pulled his mouth away from my nipple.
"Last one in the shower is a slut," he yelled as he tried to jump off the bed. I grabbed him and wouldn't let him go.
"Ryan Taylor, look what you did to me. What are you going to do about it. You can't leave me here with this hardon. It would be unkind," I whined.
"Let me go and I will take care of you in the shower. You would like that wouldn't you?"
"Yes!" I exclaimed as I let him go. I followed closely behind. In the shower, he sucked me off. Now I was quiet.
(Sean continues)
After the shower, we dressed in casual clothes and left for an evening of fun.
Dinner was excellent. Ry laughed when I ran my hand over the ass of our cute waiter. Later during the meal, Ry had a feel, too. Our waiter seemed to enjoy the feel, and repaid us by rubbing his hard cock on the back of our heads. All three of us ended up smiling and laughing. It was fun.
After dinner, and a sizable tip for the waiter, we headed to a show of female impersonators. All these men looked absolutely beautiful as women, most of them looking and acting like famous movie stars or singers. The show was terrific. I laughed a lot. It was getting late so we decided to take a walk on the beach. We kept our sandals on and began to our walk.
We had not gone far when we could hear a group of voices, back behind a dune-like outcropping. I looked at Ry who shook his head `yes'. We continued around the outcropping and we were greeted by a group of six guys, one fully naked, who was sucking any cock that came close to his mouth. As we watched, a hot dude came up behind me and began rubbing his cock on my ass. It was hot. Soon a guy was behind Ry doing the same thing. We moved to each other an began kissing wildly. My guy was feeling my hard cock, and as I glanced at Ry, I saw that he was experiencing the same attention. My guy whispered to me,
""I want to fuck your hot ass, buddy. You can fuck me if you want. I will eat you out and suck your cock, or my buddy, who is over there with your friend will agree to have a four way. That sounds so hot. You interested?"
I answered him quickly and firmly,
"No, we just wanted to check it out, maybe watch, but that's all."
"Chet, they don't want any action. They're watchers. Let's give them a hot show." My guy, whom I now knew as Alan, removed his clothing, a tank top and a pair of shorts. Soon he and Chet were naked and sucking cock. I moved over to Ry,
"You had enough of this?" I asked.
"I have. Let's get out of here," he replied.
Our escapade on the beach over, we walked back to the hotel. We both had the same reaction to the beach. It would have been easy to get involved, but we had each other. That was all we needed,
We fell into bed and snuggled up to each other. Soon we would be asleep. It had been quite a day.
What would tomorrow bring?
(To be continued)
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