The Professor and Sean - Book Two - Part 18
by Scotty
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Scotty
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The Professor and Sean, Book 2 - Part 18
(Ryan narrates)
We slept late in the morning, still snuggling and enjoying the feel of each other's body. I had to relieve myself and so I quietly slipped out of the bed and hurried to the bathroom. After I finished in the bathroom, I returned to bed. As soon as I was back in bed, Sean moved up against my back, spooning me. I could feel his hardening cock against the crack of my ass. I was getting an erection.
"Morning, Hon. What would you like to do?" he said with a laugh.
"Do you want to know what I really would like, or what I think we should do?" I asked him.
Sean rolled on top of me, laughing freely now. He kissed me hard on the lips as he ran his hands over my nipples.
"What do you think I want to know?" he asked.
"Well, Baby, you have given me a clear message of what you want, but if I may, I would like to tell you what we should do. We should get up, take a shower, have a nice breakfast, call Mom and Dad and tell them what's up, put on our Speedo's and take a long walk on the beach. We should enjoy the view, return here, shower, have a quick lunch, and start home. Can you buy into that?"
"Yes. I'll buy into that. But, Hon, just you wait until I get you in bed tonight. You're going to pay big for this," he said as he flashed me that wonderful smile of his.
So that's the way the day went, and at about one in the afternoon we were on our way back up the peninsula heading home to spend a little time with Mom and Dad. We had much to tell them, and I already knew that keeping Sean in Florida for too long would be impossible. In fact, in my mind, I began to ponder how I would tell Mom and Dad. Then I decided that the time to worry about that was when I had to tell them.
We had no tie-ups until we reached West Palm, where we ran into heavy traffic. The traffic flow was stopped later because of an accident on the highway. We were unsure of the length of the delay, so we called home to let Mom and Dad know that we would be there later than planned. They understood and were pleased that we had called them. Now we just had to wait.
(Sean narrates)
When we were stopped because of an accident on I-95, I decided it was time to talk to Ry about some of the things that were on my mind that I wanted to share with him. He seemed in a good mood so I thought that now was a good time.
"Hon," I asked, "may I share some things with you that I have concerns about?"
"Of course, Baby. Go ahead."
I took a deep breath, sat up straight in the seat and began,
"Well, first of all, there's the concert. I know that it is going to occupy most of my time for a few weeks. I really have to do some concentrated practice; otherwise I will make a fool of myself. Regardless of what Dr. Coen and Rog think, I know my limitations, and without some serious work, I won't do as well as I know I could. So, Hon, that means, with classes and practice, I won't have as much time as I want to spend with you. Are you okay with that?"
Ry was quiet for a bit, but with a gentle laugh told me,
"I won't like not having you spend time with me, but I accept that as a price we have to pay for you to participate in the concert and bring honor to you and to State. Knowing the two of us, I am certain that we will find time for each other. Trust me, Baby, I won't let you turn into a dull boy."
It was my turn to laugh, and I continued,
"Thanks, Hon. I actually knew you would understand, but it is always nice to hear it. I know that you have work to do, too, and then there's the spring convocation. That will interrupt our usual routine."
I smiled and thought to myself, `Hon, you have no idea how much this will interrupt our time together. I have a distinct feeling that on the night of the convocation, you will want to make passionate love to me, and I won't stop that.'
Ry reached over and took my hand in his. He leaned to me and kissed me on the lips quickly, but with feeling. He said to me,
"I love you, Baby. Don't worry. I know that as busy as we will be, we''ll manage to survive. What else is bothering you?"
I blurted out,
"The cabin!"
He looked at me with concern in his eyes, and asked,
"What troubles you about that? Things are running smoothly now. We approved the plans, and we need to meet with Naomi to ask her to be our decorator. We'll have to give her a budget and some guidelines. Sean, after what she did at the townhouse, we have little to worry about."
I knew Ry was right, but I was irritated by what I took to be a little condescension in his tone, but I kept my cool and didn't express my feelings. I took a deep breath and said,
"It's not that, Hon, it's just that there are so many things that can go wrong and it seems my luck is to have that happen."
Ry looked at me closely before he said,
"You had an edge in your voice, Sean. Are you angry with me?"
My faced reddened and I was ashamed for having felt the way I did, so I mumbled,
"A little..."
"Why?"
"You talked down to me, or I thought you did."
"Sean Kelly, I would never talk down to you. I just wanted to tell you that I thought everything would turn out okay at the cabin. It isn't as if we have to move in tomorrow."
"Kiss me?" I begged.
He pulled me to him and kissed me with strength and love. I felt like a terrible asshole. I returned his kiss; my tongue exploring his mouth, my hand stroking his hardening cock through his shorts. Just as I was really getting into our embrace, the traffic began to move. We buckled up, and moved out slowly for some miles until the traffic broke up and we were on our way. After a few minutes, Ry said,
"So, Baby, what else do you want to tell me? Come on, let's have it and get this behind us before we get home. I promise I won't talk down to you."
I blushed again at his mention of not talking down to me.
"Well, Hon, the last thing is really more than one thing. It's a combination of them. First, there's the adoption of the boys. Will they let us have them if they have to come and live in the townhouse? There's really no place for them there. If the cabin was finished, we could go there for the summer. Or maybe we need to buy a large house at State; something with loads of rooms and a nice backyard. I just worry that if we don't have a home for them, they won't let us adopt them. It scares me." I told him.
Ry was silent for a bit. He cleared his throat and then began to answer me,
"You make some good points and you have reason for your worries. When Dan and Craig contact us, or we call them, we can ask them about our concerns. You know, Sean, we may have difficulties about our sexual preferences also. I know Dan told us that wouldn't matter, but we don't know for sure how some of the people we need to meet will react to us being a gay couple. I think that we will be okay, but we really need to think about it. If we need more space, we'll get it. We both have money at our disposal, so we can provide a good home for the boys. We want to give the boys a real home. We want to love them. How could anyone not want them to be with us? Sean, we love each other, and we have means. We are not flaming queens, but normal acting guys. Somehow I know that we will get the boys. I love you, Baby, and if this doesn't work out for us, then we'll start again. Somehow we'll have a family and children to love. I promise you that, Baby."
"I can't ask for more than that, Hon. I love you, too. I just think we could make a good family and as their parents, give some guys who need it much love. I pray about it a great deal. I hope that works in our favor. God works in mysterious ways, and we must allow Him to do what He wants."
I felt a peace flow over me, knowing at that moment that God was on our side.
"We're home, Baby," Ry said as the gate opened and we drove up to the house. I noticed Mom and Dad coming down the steps to greet us.
It was good to be home.
(Ryan narrates)
We had a wonderful, happy three days with Mom and Dad. I was pleased that Sean was so involved and happy. I never had to explain anything about our leaving early, as our folks both understood.
They were perceptive people and knew we had to get back to deal with a number of issues, not the least important in their mind, was the adoption of the boys.
So for those full days of sun, good food, and happy conversation, we enjoyed ourselves.
Interestingly, our love life had taken on passion that overwhelmed both of us. Making love to each other was as fulfilling as it had even been. Sean noticed it, too. He told me that he couldn't wait for the evening when we made love.
And then the day arrived for us to leave. It was difficult to saying goodbye, especially to Mom. Dad, as usual, pulled himself together and wouldn't show the emotion I knew he had kept bottled up. We had loaded everything in the car, had hugged and kissed, then got in the car and, after a hardy wave goodbye, we were on our way to Palm Beach International to catch our plane to Boston. The limo would be picking us up when we arrived. We had driven quite a few miles before either of us said anything. I broke the silence by asking Sean,
"How you doing, Baby?"
"I'm okay, but I felt sad saying goodbye to Mom and Dad. I'm going to miss them, Hon. I love them so much," he chocked out, with tears now running down his face. He turned a little so that I wouldn't see the tears, but I had.
"I want to hug you so badly right now, Baby, but I can't. I feel the same way that you do, but Sean, they understand that we have our own lives to live; they wouldn't have it any other way. The tears are a tribute to them; you don't have to hide them from me because I have a few too. We love them as they love us, but they want us to get on with our lives. So buck up, Baby," I said in a soft, soothing voice.
Sean reached over and stroked my face, running his finger across my lips. I opened my mouth and he ran my finger into my it. I was quickly getting aroused; I needed to tell him, so I said,
"Baby, I have to ask you to stop or I am going to drive off the highway. We can get more intimate on the plane ride back to Boston."
Sean was laughing now, but still he told me,
"You're not much fun. I thought that maybe I could suck your cock while you drove us to the airport. What a spoilsport!"
I joined the laughter now, enjoying the pleasure of being with my lover and being happy in the moment. I reached over and took his hand into mine, and told him,
"Just wait until tonight when we're home alone in our own bed. I''ll show you if I'm a spoilsport. We're here, We just have to leave the car and take the bus to the terminal. Then we can check in, go through security, and finally go to the first-class lounge to wait to board. In about three hours we'll be in Boston."
"Let's get going, Hon. I can't wait to get home. It's like something is calling me back. Weird isn't it?"
"No, really, Baby, I feel that call, too. It's because it's our home. It's normal. Let's take care of things," I said. And we did.
(Ryan continues)
The flight back was uneventful. We settled into our seats, had a soda, and indicated to the steward that we would like to sleep a little. Sean was sitting in the window seat, but he closed the blind, leaned his head on my shoulder and was soon asleep. I turned off the overhead light. As I made myself comfortable, the steward appeared with some blankets and pillows. I thanked him, covered Sean and myself, placed a pillow under my head and was soon asleep alsp.
The next thing I remember was Sean trying to climb on top of me. I quickly awakened him and told him what he was doing. He related to me that he was having a wonderfully sexy dream and that I was on the bottom. I indicated to him that would be an acceptable position to me. We laughed and decided we might like something from the galley. I put on the overhead light and pushed the button to signal the cabin steward.
Shortly thereafter we were enjoying a lovely turkey sandwich on whole wheat bread and a cold, delicious soda. Also we enjoyed the chips and pickles. Sean, of course, was most pleased with the strawberry shortcake. Satisfied, we settled back into our seats, held hands, and let each other have some time for private thoughts. I was sitting there silently contemplating the weeks to come when I became aware that some one was watching me. I glanced at Sean and found that he was sitting there, his back against the window, looking at me and smiling broadly. I returned his smile and was rewarded with a quick but loving kiss on the lips. I returned his kiss, perhaps stretching it out a little longer than he had.
"Thanks," he said.
"My pleasure," I replied.
Then the captain announced that the cabin attendants should prepare for landing. Sean sat back in his seat and took my hand tightly in his. I knew he hated landings; they were not my favorite either. In a few minutes we touched down and began our taxi to the terminal.
We were the first off the plane and quickly went to baggage claim where we discovered our driver with a sign proclaiming `Kelly-Taylor'. The driver assisted us with our luggage and within ten minutes we were on our way to State.
On the ride back to State and our townhouse, we snuggled, and as surprising as it may seem, took another nap. I hadn't realized how much the Vermont caper had taken away Sean's vitality and energy. I knew that South Beach hadn''t turned out to be much of a favorite for either of us. Now I understood why I was tired; both of us had paid a price for the very emotional time in Vermont, Sean more than me.
The limo pulled into the parking lot of the townhouse, stopping near the entry to the building. I kissed Sean on the top of his head and he awoke, bleary eyed.
"We're home, Baby. Let's go in and check out the townhouse. The driver will bring up the luggage," I told him.
He smiled that smile, grabbed me and pulled me on top of him. His kiss was filled with passion and I wanted him then and there, but the driver opened the door, which quickly put an end to our amorous arrival home.
"Sorry, sirs."
"Don't worry about it; we were just expressing our happiness at being at home," said a slightly red-faced Sean.
We extricated ourselves and were out of the car and soon at the door of the townhouse. I got out the key and unlocked the door opening it for Sean to enter. I followed right behind him. I was surprised at the warmth of the house, thinking it strange since we had left it on economy because we weren't going to be home. Sean had wandered further into the room and was switching on lamps.
The driver had brought our luggage, but when I tried to tip him, he reminded me that it had been taken of. He left and I closed the door, following Sean into the living room.
"Do you smell something awfully good?" asked Sean.
"Sure do. What do you think is going on?" I replied.
We walked into the kitchen and found the oven on. I opened the fridge and found it filled with fresh food of all kinds. Sean had gone into the dining room and turned on the lights.
"Come here, Hon. You've got to see this."
I went into the dining room and saw the table set with our best china and crystal. There were candles and beautiful flowers and the table was set for six. A card lay beside the flowers. Sean took it and read it silently. Then he smiled and handed it to me. I read,
"Welcome home. Knew you would be tired and not feel like getting dinner. A nice standing rib roast is in the oven and everything else is just waiting your arrival. Your guests tonight will be Cathy, Janet, Rog, and our chef for the evening, Greg. The flowers were your mother's idea. We are all arriving as soon as your driver calls to let us know you're at home. If you two feel frisky, get it over before we get there. That's a command. Rog and Greg."
"You're coming with me," ordered Sean who took my hand and pulled me into the living room. We picked up our luggage and went directly to the bedroom. I turned on the soft, romantic lighting. We simply dropped out suitcases and fell into each other's arms. Clothes flew in every direction. Quickly naked, our bodies entwined, we fell on the bed, neglecting to pull back the bedspread, and shortly Sean was deep in my ass with his beautiful cock.
I wanted him to fuck me so badly that I kept asking him to fuck me harder, deeper. He did, and he brought me to an exquisite level of sexual ecstasy. My height of pleasure was so intense that I felt as if I was floating away. I cried out my love for Sean and began to climax, shooting my hot cum between our bodies, my ass tightening on his cock. Then he groaned his pleasure as he filled me with his youthful seed, and then collapseing on top of me.
I stroked my lover's back and told him how wonderful he had been. He kissed me frequently and then pulled himself away from me, sat up, and said to me,
"You, my hot lover, will return the favor tonight. But right now we need to shower and get into some appropriate clothes. I love you, Ryan Taylor, and I know you love me. But right now let's wash off this sticky cum."
And we adjourned to the bathroom room, took our shower, dressed and made it to the living room just as the door in the entryway opened and our four guests came quietly into the room.
--------------------------------- (Roger narrates)
When Gerry and Ellen Taylor called asking us to get the townhouse in order, make dinner and invite Janet and Kathy to join us, I was a little skeptical. Greg was uncompromising about it. We were to do it and we were to do it right. And so we began getting things going.
First we called the cleaning company and had the unit cleaned and brought up to its sparking self.
Greg took over the dinner details, Ellen and Gerry wanted to get the flowers, and I called Cathy and Janet. They insisted on bringing dessert, which the chef gladly accepted. I also contacted the limo company and asked them to have the driver call us as soon as Ry and Sean were dropped off at the townhouse.
Greg and I spent some hours at the townhouse getting things ready. We shopped for foodstuffs, filling the fridge with everything the returning couple would need. I decided that we should change the linens on the bed, so together, we stripped the bed and remade it with clean linens. Greg chided me just a little, saying,
"Sweetheart, you know very well they are going to make love here when they get home. So why the clean linens? Isn't that a waste?"
I just laughed and slapped him firmly on his tempting ass, letting him know that I was the one at the moment in control at moment. He wisely let me continue to think that. For that firm slap on the butt, I got a quick, highly unromantic kiss on the forehead.
And so it was that we came to welcome Sean and Ryan home in a sort of formal way. I knew the moment I saw the two of them that it had been a wise thing to do. As usual, Ellen was correct. It was the perfect way to welcome the guys home.
(Sean narrates)
After we arrived home and discovered we were to be welcomed home by our dearest friends, I had an overpowering desire to make love to Ry. I literally pulled him into the bedroom where we shed all our clothing and were soon entwined on the bed. Frankly, I wanted to fuck him, to make him know how much I needed him, how much I appreciated him, how much I loved him.
The fact that Ry wanted me to make love to him made our lovemaking exciting and mind-boggling. There was little or no foreplay, just an almost immediate insertion of my hard cock into his waiting, open asshole. I was almost delirious as I pummeled my lover's pleasure channel. He was begging me to go harder and deeper, and toward the end of our mating, I was beyond control, high in my sexual ecstasy. We came almost simultaneously.
When we returned to reality, we had to hurry to shower and dress before our company arrived. We did agree, however, that Ry would make love to me later that night. For the rest of the evening, my anus would itch for his beautiful cock. I was so happy to be home again. We showered and dressed and were just walking into the living room when our guests arrived. It was good to see Rog and Greg again, but seeing Cathy and Janet confirmed to me that we were home among some dear friends.
There were loads of hugs and kisses. Greg, in his usual way, kidded us that he was surprised that they hadn't had to go to the bedroom and pull us out. Janet scolded him, saying,
"Greg, you are a naughty man. Do you imagine that all Ryan and Sean think about is sex?"
Laughing freely, he responded,
"Absolutely. I do. Rog does. Guys are like that, you know. Our brains drop into our testicles so often that we don't think about sex, we just want to do it."
"Enough! Enough! Greg, what am I going to do with you?" asked a smiling, happy Rog.
"I suggest that you not turn your back on him too often, Rog. If he has those ideas, I'm not sure you're safe," added a happy, fulfilled Ry.
That banter continued as we all adjourned to the kitchen, where we contributed to finishing the meal. I noticed that Cathy and taken Ry aside and was discussing something with him. I wondered what, as I could see that Ry was very involved in the discussion. Janet and I were working together with the salad, and finally, probably only a couple of minutes later, Cathy and Ry were working next to us on the vegetables for dinner. Rog and Greg occupied themselves with the roasting of the beef and the preparation of the baked potatoes.
Soon we were seated at the table, saying grace. Ry has taken the responsibility for saying the grace. We joined hands, bowed our heads and listened,
"Almighty Father, Creator of all things, Provider of all that we enjoy, bless this food we are about to eat. Father, bless, too, all of us who are here gathered in friendship and love. Make us worthy of the love we receive from others and help us return the caring and love we receive. God Almighty, I ask you for a personal favor: please bless my partner Sean. Keep him safe and return his life to normalcy. For both of us, kind Father, grant that we may adopt the boys so that we may provide them with a loving home. For our friends, dear Lord, we cannot thank you enough; they are central to our life. Not present, but certainly in our thoughts are our Mom and Dad, Aunt Emily, and Father O'Rourke. Grant them all good health and longevity, and for all of us gathered here, we only ask that You bless us and shed Your grace upon us. We ask all this through Your Son, Jesus Christ, our savior. Amen."
There was not a sound in the dining room after our `Amen'. I knew that I had tears in my eyes after hearing my lover, my husband, ask God to grant us the privilege to adopt the boys and to have a family. I thought, too, about the good Father O'Rourke, adding my own silent prayer that the good Lord would take care of him.
Cathy was the first to speak,
"Ryan, that was just beautiful. No wonder you are such a superb teacher. What you just prayed made each of us think of all the things in our life for which we should be grateful".
"Thanks, Cathy, but let's eat this wonderful dinner. And just to show our appreciation for all that you guys have done, Sean and I will join you in a toast with wine.'
"We will?" I asked.
"Yes," he told me as he took my hand in his.
"This is mine to do," said Rog as he and Greg poured the red wine into our glasses. He waited until we all had our wine, and then he continued,
"To our special friends, Ryan and Sean, first we welcome you back to State with affection. We join you in your concern, and prayerful desire to adopt the boys. We are certain that they will know the meaning of family and love, since you two already show that. Count on us to help you in ever yway we can. Know that in us you have faithful and loving friends who believe you two deserve this happiness. Bless you both."
Everyone responed with a rousing `Cheers'. Dinner followed with good food and better conversation. The long day and evening wound down, after dish washing and clean up, with coffee in the living room. Then our dear friends left for their homes. There was an emptiness in the townhouse after they had left.
Ry came up behind me and hugged me, kissing the back of my neck. I melted back against him, weary from the day, but with high expectations of his lovemaking.
"I have much to tell you and I want to especially make love to you tonight." He took my hand, and as we left each room, we switched off the lights and retired to the bedroom.
There, I awaited my lover's attention.
I would not be disappointed.
(To be continued)
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