The Professor and Sean I
By: Scotty
(Copyright 2006 by the author)
 

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Chapter 5

I

I decided not to mention the letter until we got home. Sean seemed distracted and deep in thought. I didn't say anything, but let him do his thinking. The silence was really getting to me when Sean turned.

"Ry, do you know what changing your emergency contact does to me?" he asked.

"Sean, you are my partner and we are equals. If I am responsible enough to be your emergency contact, then you are responsible enough to be my emergency contact. That's all there is to that."

Sean hesitated, but then said, "No, Ry, it's more than that. It shows me in another way how much you love me and how much you trust me. And, Ry, do you know how wonderful that makes me feel. I get all warm inside. I get misty eyed. I get an almost unbearable desire to make love to you. You can't imagine what it does to me."

"Oh, but I do, Sean. Didn't you see me get misty eyed in the Registrar's Office when you asked Pat to change the emergency contact. When you squeezed my hand asking my approval, I had to squeeze your hand back because I was so moved. It's the same for me. You showed me by that action how much you love me, and trust me, and know that I would protect you from anything I could. That's what love is all about. Love is not just having good sex. It's trusting and caring and wanting to be with the one you love. And, Sean, I love you. I never tire of saying that." Sean sat quietly again. He was again lost in thought. Then he spoke,

"I know I told you this before, but I don't understand why you wanted me, Ry. I am not anything special. I'm just a hick from the back country of New England. You're educated and suave, sophisticated and handsome."

"For the last time, Sean." I told him, "I want you because I fell in love with you. Now, if we are going to start listing attributes, I have a list for you. Do you want to hear them, or are you willing to accept that I love all of you, all your wonderful traits and even your faults, if you have any. You know, I feel the same. I don't understand why you would want to be with a guy like me. But I have thought about it and you know what I concluded. I may not know why you fell in love with me, but I am sure as hell glad that you did. So no more wondering why. We love each other. It's that simple, and I don't want to talk about this again. Got it?"

"You are kind pissed at me aren't you. I'm sorry. It's just, well can I still tell you that I love you as often as I want?" he asked in almost a whisper."

"That's different, Sean, you can tell me a hundred times a day that you love me and I will never get tired of hearing it, and I told you long ago that I would tell you and anyone else who cared to know that I love you. And don't think that you are not going to hear it many times from me. Okay, baby. I love you, Sean, more than even this English professor can find the words to tell. Let me say this, there's a song by Neil Diamond, I know he isn't your kind of music, but he wrote a song called "The Story of My Life" and it says better than I can how I feel about you. When we get home, I'll tell you more about it."

We had reached the parking lot of the townhouse. We were surprised to see police cars all over the place. An officer came over to the car. I ran down the window.

"Do you live here?" the officer asked.

"Yes, we do. Townhouse 278. What's going on?" I asked.

"There's been a robbery. But not in your building. No one was home, so just stuff was involved. No one hurt physically. Be careful around here for a while. It may be a team of guys who know that many staff from the college live here and are not at home during the day. Just keep your eyes open and if you see anything suspicious, contact 911. Thanks."

Sean looked worried. I patted his thigh and told him not to worry. We were safe. These things happen once in a while there's nothing to lose sleep over. We got out of the car and went into our home. I thought to myself I like the sound of that, "our home".

Sean spoke first. "What about those lyrics? You know Neil Diamond?" he asked.

I told him to sit by me on the sofa. He did and he hugged me and gave me a quick kiss. He still clutched the letter in his hand. I didn't say anything. I told him that I wouldn't be starting at the beginning for the lyric, but I wanted him to hear it my way,

"Listen carefully because I feel just this way:

The story of my life is very plain to read it starts the day you came and ends the day you leave

I was alone you found me waiting and made me your own I was afraid that somehow I never could be the man that you wanted of me

You're the story of my life and every word is true each chapter sings your name each page begins with you"

I couldn't get anymore out. I was too overcome with emotion. Sean was crying softly, the letter now on the floor. I had him in my arms stroking his head gently.

"That, my wonderful partner, is better said than I could, how I feel about you. My Sean, how deeply I love you."

Sean said nothing for the longest time. We simply held each other and kissed gently.

Sean finally said in an emotion-filled voice, "That, Ry, is why I love you so much. My god, you are so wonderful. I am so glad that I have you all to myself. I don't want to share you with anyone, at least not in the bed department. I want you so much right this minute that I can hardly control myself."

"And I want you, too. But, Sean, there are some things we should take care of first, don't you think. Like the letter. Don't you think you should read it.?"

"Yeh, I guess, but I'm afraid, Ry. Will you read it to me, please. I can't read bad news."

"Okay, I'll read it to you, Sean, but you don't know if it's bad news. Lawyers don't always send bad news."

I got up from the sofa and went to my desk area and picked up the letter opener. I carefully opened the letter, slipped it out of the envelope, returned to the sofa, sat and began to read:

"It's addressed to you at the Scholarship Dorm. It goes on to say:

"As your late father's attorney, I wish to inform you of some matters that were left in my hands when your parents were killed in that tragic automobile accident. The stipulations of this matter were such that your parents did you want you to be notified of the contents of this until you had passed your 20th birthday.

"It is now my duty to inform you of these particular matters. However, your parents wanted you to be informed of this in person.

"I am therefore asking that you make an appointment with my secretary a week of after your twentieth birthday.

"My office is in Brattleboro, VT. My address and telephone number are on the letter head.

"This is an important matter. I would appreciate your most prompt response.

"Dutifully yours.

"Peter Wentworth, Esquire"

Sean sat there in a daze. He was dumbfounded. For that matter so was I. "What could this be about? Jesse spent all the money. I don't want to go. I don't want to find out anything else about my parents that would make me sad. I am just not going." said a defiant Sean.

I wasn't sure how to approach the matter, so I decided to let everything just rest there. I returned the letter to the envelope and placed it near Sean on the sofa. I hugged him to me and kissed his ear. I felt his body slacken, some of the tenseness gone from him. How should I handle this matter. Do it the right way or you will regret getting involved. I had an idea.

"Sean before we left you were going to help me get undressed. Are you still interested?" I asked.

His answer was to push me onto my back and kiss me deeply. He started to pull my jacket off, and as he did the check fell out of my pocket. I thought he might see it, but his mind was on something else. He ripped my tie off, and unbuttoned my shirt, kissing my nipples as he did and sucking on them. I was almost in a frenzy, I wanted him so much.

I lifted my back so he could pull the shirt off from me. He left me and went to my feet where he removed my shoes and socks, then he returned to my trousers and unbelted them and pulled them off. My boxers were amply tented, but he simply pulled them off as I raised my ass enough to make it easier for him. Then his clothes went flying around the room. He was back on top of me our two cocks grinding against each other. We were already slick with precum. He was ravaging my mouth. He was almost out of control. I didn't stop him. I wanted him.

We had never made love in the living room. Soon we rolled off the sofa on to the floor, and I found myself on top. I was now the one in a sexual frenzy. I moved around and took his cock into my mouth and I felt him swallow all of me. I wanted this to last, I wanted him to enjoy it as much as I was. When I slowed down to keep him from shooting too early, he followed my lead. I licked his beautiful balls, he licked mine. I licked his cockhead, he did mine. I pulled his legs back and sort of sat back, I licked his hot hole, and he lifted his head and was tongue fucking my hole. This went on for some time.

I told him I was ready, meaning ready to cum. He took it a different way, and without ceremony, he flipped me on my back, raised my legs high and shoved his throbbing cock deep into my love chute. We were both near, so only after five or six deep penetrating plunges I started to cum all over in huge spurts. I know my ass ring tightened around his cock each time I shot more hot cum. And his cock twitched and started filling me with his youthful essence. I thought he would never stop cumming. Finally, Sean collapsed on me. He was gasping and almost crying, he was on a level of sexual ecstasy almost as high as my own.

I kept saying to him, "Sean, Sean, I can't believe how wonderful that was. I can't begin to tell you. Sean, don't pull out of me just yet. Let's just lie here and enjoy."

Sean was silent, then he said in that sexy whisper, "Ry, I thought the last time was something extraordinary, but this was better. That was awesome!"

"You know, baby, because we are in love it will just get better and better. Remember those prophetic words, and from a college professor, no less." I was laughing then.

Sean's cock slipped out of my ass. He was suddenly down between my legs, sucking his cum and my ass juices out. He then moved up to give me a kiss, but I stopped him.

"Let me make sure that cock of yours is clean." I begged.

He sat on my chest and I took his cock all the way down my throat. The best I had ever done. Then I licked him clean. And before I was done, he was hard again. Then he kissed me and shared his cum and my ass juices. I thought we were done, but Sean had other ideas. He was on my cock in a minute and sucked every drop of cum he could from me, nursing my cock like a baby sucking on an already empty bottle. He shared that with me, too.

Then we just lay there. We enjoyed the touch and feel of each other. I kept kissing Sean gently on the neck. I noticed a very large hicky. I knew I had more than one, but mine were covered. So I decided to ask.

"Sean, did you have gym today?" I inquired.

"Yeh, why, lover, the hicky you gave me? Well, I did, and what a surprise all the guys got hot over it, saying that I must of had a real hot bitch and a torrid fuck to get that kind of a mark. I just smiled and let them think whatever they wanted to think. How do you like being compared to a hot bitch? I wanted to tell them, look guys, no bitch is as hot as my lover and he is a hot masculine, wonderful guy. But I decided to let things alone."

"Hmmmm, so I'm a hot bitch, am I? That's good to know, `cause I want to be hot for you. I love you, Sean Kelly."

We untangled and got up off the floor. I went into the kitchen and got a towel and cleaned up most of the cum that was on the floor. I found Sean sitting on the sofa with the letter and the check in his hands.

"Oops," I thought to myself, "this isn't exactly what I had in mind but I would have to deal with it." I sat next to my naked lover.

"Sean, I know it's not any of my business, but if your parents thought enough of you to leave some special message, then I think you should find out what it is." I told him.

"I don't think I can do it, Ry. I want to. but I'm afraid. Will you come with me, please? I know if you were there, I would be comfortable because you could help me through whatever it is."

I looked at Sean, saw in his eyes fear that I had never seen before, and I quickly hugged him and gave him my most gentle and reassuring kiss.

"Of course. I know Cathy will make the arrangements for me to miss a few days. Now don't you think we should get dressed and make a call."

"Yeh, but what's this check for $2400.00?"

"That's your refund. They didn't keep any of it, thanks to Cathy."

"But, Ry, this money belongs to you. That's my share of helping with the food, and electricity and stuff. I have to do this, Ry, or I won't feel as if I am your partner, but rather a kept boy toy."

"Okay, okay. We'll straighten that all out in the next few days. Now do your duty."

Sean was laughing, "You mean I have to fuck you again?"

II

I picked up my stuff and walked naked to our bedroom to get into some casual clothes. Sean went into his study room to call the attorney. I had decided that he had to take care of his own business. I would support him, but I wasn't going to take care of it for him.

I got into some shorts and a t shirt. I stayed barefooted and hadn't put on any underwear. This was new for me as I always wore underwear. I wondered if I had sex in the back of my mind and that I didn't want anything the be in the way of fulfillment of that desire. When I was with Sean, I was horny. I knew I loved him and I knew I wanted him sexually almost constantly. I knew it would diminish in time, so I wanted to take advantage of it now.

I walked quietly past Sean's study room. I could hear his voice, but I didn't wait to hear what he was saying. I knew that he would tell me in his own time. I had some school work to get to, so I sat at my desk and began to correct some essays on James Joyce's concept of epiphany; not a really difficult concept, but from what I was reading, not easily comprehended by those student papers I had read.

I jumped a little as Sean kissed my neck. He kept his arms around me and started talking.

"Honey, sorry, Ry, even though the attorney said things were important, I couldn't get an appointment with him until three weeks after my 20th birthday on a Thursday. His offices are in Brattleboro. That's a three hour drive from here so I made the appointment for 2PM."

I shook my head in agreement.

"His secretary said she didn't think it would take more than one hour or so to take care of the business, but she would tell me nothing more. I figured we could still have dinner somewhere and be home here by 8 in the evening. Is that too late for you to get things ready for your classes on Friday?" Sean sounded distressed. He didn't move his arms and his body was pressed to my back. I could feel the urgency in his crotch. He was still horny.

I told him, "I like Honey, Sean. I never asked you but I call you baby a lot. Do you mind that? I will do whatever it takes to make sure that we get this all straightened out. I just want you to be carefree and happy like you were before the letter arrived. I need you to smile, baby. Your smile hasn't been the same. So don't worry about me. I will have whatever I need ready before we leave, then it won't be a problem. His arms loosened enough for me to turn around in my chair. My face was almost in his crotch.

"Baby is fine, honey." We both laughed a little.

Sean sighed deeply and I pushed my face into his crotch. I was enjoying his scent. My god, I wanted him. I wanted to make him happy as he had just taken me to sexual fulfillment. He was stroking my hair. He kissed the top of my head. I had my arms around him and I was caressing his butt.

He whispered, "Honey, please, please I need you in me. I need to feel one with you. I want you so much right now. I am confused and a little scared. But I know you love me, and I want to be yours, I want to surrender myself to you so that I can forget the rest of this stuff."

"Come with me, Sean." I led him to our bedroom. I pulled the bed covers back, unfastened his shorts and he stood before me naked and beautiful and I was filled with an unbelievable desire to give him pleasure. I was out of my clothes in a second. I got into the bed and pulled Sean on top of me. My mouth sought his and I was in a kind of rapture. Sean was pawing my body. I rolled him over on to his back. His cock was standing up like a missile ready for blastoff. Our mouths were still connected; our kisses were passionate and intense. I broke away.

I kissed his eyes and his chin, then I licked down to his beautiful nipples and I had to lick and suck on them. Sean was groaning and asking me not to stop. I worked my way down to his trail and licked my way down to his cock, which I bypassed ( I had plans for it later) and started licking his balls; he was writhing on the bed. I barely pushed on his legs and he pulled them back to his chest and held them with his hands and arms.

I reached for the lube, and put a large amount on Sean's rosebud. I lubed one finger and inserted it slowly. He moaned and his body tensed a little. I stopped and waited for him to get used to the invasion. I felt him relax and I pushed into him and then rotated my finger pushing against his rectum stretching it as much as I could. Then I lubed two fingers together and did the same, stretching and opening him up. He just kept asking me to fuck him. But I ignored his pleas. I soon had three fingers in him and rotated them, hitting his prostate and making him really go a little bonkers. I looked into his eyes and saw just love, no fear. I leaned in and kissed him.

"Are you ready?" I asked in a whisper in his ear.

"Oh, Ry, please. Please. I want you so bad. Please!"

I moved to my position and lifted his legs, he pulled them back exposing the entry to my coming pleasure. I pushed my cockhead against him and I slipped in with no difficulty. I slowly pushed into him until I was fully in. He was jabbering incoherently.

"Oh, ohhhh, yesss, oh,mmmmmm, Take me,,,fuck me....cum in me...I want you in me, fill me....."

I had wanted to something since the first time I had made love to Sean. I pulled out slowly and before I pushed back in, with some difficulty, I leaned in and took almost half of Sean's cock into my mouth. I began to fuck him slowly in and out, and as I did, I picked up the rhythm with my head and mouth and started taking him in and out of my mouth as I fucked his tight ass.

He was beside himself and I was so intensely involved that I really wasn't totally there. After sometime with Sean going crazy, I felt his ass muscles tighten on my cock, and that was it. I started to shoot and in a second so did he and we shot and shot, and shot. It was like fireworks in my brain. I had never had an orgasm that even came close to this one. I had no strength left.

I just lay on Sean, my heart beating at an almost alarmingly fast rate and I was struggling to get my breath. My brain was still full of lights and sounds which I slowly became aware were my groans and moans and verbal nonsense as I made my way down to the reality of where I was. Then I was scared. Sean wasn't moving. He just lay under me. I was scared, but then he smiled and I kissed him so hard I thought I would knock out some of his teeth or mine. He had his legs wrapped around me and his arms held me tightly to him.

Finally, he gasped, "You said it would get better and better, but Ry, I don't think anything could be any better than that. My god, I don't know where I was, but I was on some physical and psychological level that wasn't here. It was awesome. I wonder if that is why people use drugs. I would rather do this then smoke a joint. Have you got any idea what you just did for me?"

"Oh, baby, do I ever. I went somewhere just now when I was making love to you, where I have never been before. My orgasm was out of my control and I thought I would never stop. And you shot many times, too. It was something I can't explain."

Sean was laughing, "You need to communicate with your cock on a minute-to-minute basis. You had the same trouble one other time. You are hard as a rock in me. And just like last time, I don't want you to waste it. Fuck me again. Right now. Do it. I want you again. Feel me, I am hard again, too."

I started pounding into Sean with a fury, and we both could not hold off, and suddenly we were shooting again, but it was not like the previous orgasm. I wondered if I would ever have such a sexual high again. And then I remembered, it was the man I loved and it would get even better.

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As we cleaned up, we started to talk about the little things in life. The things that make being in love with someone so important. I found out that Sean liked all kinds of music. He played piano pretty well as his Aunt Emily had taught him much of what he knew. He had practiced for hours growing up because it was an escape. He loved classical music. He was a Chopin nut. He had never seen an opera, a Broadway musical, a live symphony orchestra or a live pianist, nothing live. I made a mental note - we would have to change that.

He hoped to be good enough at music to someday teach it. Originally he wanted to teach music in the high school. Now that he was with me, he thought maybe the college level. He admired and liked Professor Fillimore. I told him Roger was a friend of mine, and was a really great person.

I surprised Sean when I told him Rog was gay and had a lover for the past 12 years. His lover was a construction engineer, Greg. I had visited them many times for dinner and on short trips. They never made a pass at me, I was happy to tell Sean. Adding, it might be different when Greg meets you. I bet he will get hard just looking at you. I was outing Rog, but I wasn't concerned because everyone on the campus, with the exception of my wonderful Sean, was aware of it. I asked Sean if he wanted me to tell Rog about him.

"That's up to you, Ry. But I don't want any special favors from him. I want him to be the professor. He can be my friend if you and I ever visit he and Greg. And, Ry, Greg can look all he wants, but he can't touch. I belong to you."

"Let me think about telling Rog, Sean." I told him.

"Ry, tell me about yourself. I want to know everything." he begged.

So, I told him about my wonderful parents. I related that I had a happy childhood filled with fun and games, trips, and books, and art, and music. They had spoiled me, as parents of a single child often do. But they were demanding, too. I was supposed to get good grades, "Not "A's" necessarily, but "the best you can do", my Dad and Mom told me many times. But I loved school and reading, and I read everything I could get my hands on. I fell in love with Shakespeare when I was 11 and my parents took me to see a live performance of "Macbeth." I was overwhelmed!

I knew from an early age that I was different, not that I looked or acted strange, just that I had other interests. And I didn't really get into the girl thing like my some of my classmates did. They just chalked it up that I was an entertaining geek. They never taunted me. They didn't know, nor did my parents, but I was lonely. I had no one to talk to about what was happening to me. I understood over time that I really liked guys. I was interested in their bodies and especially in their cocks. Who could I tell ?

No one of my friends ever spoke about sex to me. They must have been jerking off, but they never told me they were. I jerked off a lot. I look back now and I figure that they probably thought I was queer.

My folks were always supportive of me. I was the top student in the school; I was active in school government, was in the school plays, and was a pretty good swimmer, although I never got too serious about that. I think I did it to see the hot guys in their speedos and naked in the shower room.

Nothing spectacular happened to me in those long years of loneliness. I graduated with top honors and gave a speech I called, "The Loneliness of Scholarship." When I finished, there was a terrible silence. Then the applause was thunderous and everyone was on their feet, shouting and clapping. I was overcome. I looked at my Mom and Dad and saw the tears running down their faces.
I remember wanting to cry, too, but I told myself that I couldn't so I smiled at them and waved.

"Ry, what did you say?"

I told everyone there that you might think being a top student and learning so many things would make you happy. And it did. But I went on to tell the audience that scholarship was not a friend to chat with, was not someone to take in a movie with, not someone to laugh with, play pickup ball with. Scholarship was a friend and it returned many wonderful benefits, but it never was able to listen to a problem, to care about what was hurting you, or to say in some way that you were their special friend, that they liked you, or if things were really wonderful, that they loved you.

Sean had sat quietly through all of that. Suddenly he took me into his arms. He hugged me tightly, his head on my chest.

"Ry, that was what my life was like, too. I didn't even want to go on living. But I am safe now in your arms and you are safe now in my arms. And, Ry, I love you. I love you." Sean spoke with great emotion.

"Sean, I love you, too. I love you so much that I can't even find my own words to tell you. I just want you to feel safe, protected and loved. I know that is what you want for me. My life has become so wonderful and exciting since I met you. Now enough of this sappy stuff." I finally said with a light laugh.

Sean was quiet for quite a long time. I just enjoyed holding him. He sat up and looked me straight in the eyes. I could see concern in them.

"Ry, I have to ask you something very personal. You don't have to tell me if you don't want to, I just had to ask so that I could get it out of my system and get rid of wondering and worrying about it. Have you ever had another lover? Someone you loved as much as you love me?"

I felt like someone had hit me with a brick in the face. I tried to remain calm and not show anger. But I was pissed. How dare he ask me such a thing! That wasn't any of his business. And then it dawned on me. Sean was afraid of losing me, afraid of not being loved anymore. So, he was scared and almost frantic. I decided to tell him about Kevin.

"Before I tell you anything about that, I want you first to understand that it is all over. It is in the past and it doesn't have anything to do with you and me. But if you want to know then I will tell you."

"Ryan, I would like to know, but only if you want to tell me."

I went on, "I am not going to give you any sordid details since that won't make any difference. The guy's name was Kevin Reading. I met him when I was 20. He was a handsome dude, with a great sense of humor and he seemed so willing to be gentle and a great lover. Things went well for about a year. Intellectually I knew that he was fooling around with other guys, but my heart convinced me that it wasn't true. Finally I asked him, and he told me that he wanted an open relationship. "Gay guys, he told me, "needed more than one cock and one ass to use." We grew apart. I loved him deeply, but it was obvious that he didn't love me. I told him I wanted to end the relationship; he was gone within a couple of hours . I was an emotional wreck for a long time after."

"Do you still love him, Ry?"

"Listen, Sean, I don't love him the way I love you. In fact, I know now that I never really loved him the way I thought I did. It had become convenient sex. He was willing to admit that and I wasn't. I still have a place in my heart for him. You can't just forget someone you loved. But it is a remembrance, not a love like ours. If anything happened and we were no longer together, I could never stop loving you. I am not doing a very good job with his. It is important that you understand one thing, Sean, you are the only person I love the way I love you. Do you understand?"

"Yeh, I know that I wouldn't ever stop loving you no matter what happened. I can't imagine what I would do if you ever decided to leave me, Ry. I would die."

"Don't worry your head about that. I have no intention of ever leaving you. Only death could take me from you. And I plan to live to be 100. And I want you to outlive me. Now let me finish with my my exciting personal history.

"After the affair, I lost myself in studies. I pushed myself to get my Masters and went directly on to my Phd. I had no social life. I didn't take vacations and I had no real friends, just people I met in classes. I never developed any real relationships. I just studied. I had forgotten all those things that I had spoken of at my high school graduation. I was an emotional zombie.

"Finally, there was nothing more to do. I couldn't ask my parents to continue to support me; after all, they had taken care of my college expenses, even the beginning of my Phd. I knew I had to get a job of some kind. I decided that I wanted to teach at the college level. I started looking for openings at colleges and universities. I discovered four or five that interested me. I went for interviews at four of the five. I met with Cathy at the fourth interview and I knew I wanted to teach here at State. I'm in my seventh year of teaching here. I love State. I love it here even more now, because you are here and you love me. You make me so happy, Sean."

The room was quiet. Neither Sean nor I seemed to have anything more to say. I was lost in remembrance, some of it sweet, some hurtful. Sean reached over and took my hand in his.

"I'm sorry that Kevin hurt you so much, Ry. I don't ever want to hurt you like that."

He kissed me with one of his gentle wonderful kisses and all the hurt I had been feeling, went away and I knew without any doubt that I had found my life partner. Sean was who I wanted, who I had waited for, and who I intended to love until my last breath.

"Sean, all the hurt I had been harboring for years, disappeared when you kissed me. I love you and only you. Kevin is in the past. You are in the here and now. As I told you once before, get used to me telling you that I love you, because that is the truth."

Sean didn't say anything, instead, he pulled me to him and gave me a passionate open-mouthed kiss that was sexually stimulating. I returned it with as much passion.

I couldn't believe the feeling that I was having. How could I still want more sex. I was 32 for heaven's sake. I wasn't supposed to get hard just by being kissed passionately by my lover. But I was rock hard, and a quick touch to Sean's crotch confirmed my suspicions; he was erect, too. I knew what I wanted.

"Sean, I don't want to become a demanding lover, but I want you so badly right now, I want to feel you deep inside me. Please, Sean, make love to me. Now!"

Without another word, Sean climbed on top of me. He moved to between my legs. He licked my hard cock and my balls. Then he lifted my legs, and without hesitation, I pulled them back and held them to my chest giving him total access to my ass. He licked me and I almost shot off; he quickly sucked on my rosebud and then unceremoniously he pushed his cock on it and got entrance into my rectum. Then he slowly and sensually fucked me until we both shot another load, less wonderful that one before, but totally fulfilling.

I laughingly said to Sean, "You are going to begin to think I am a slut."

Sean, too was laughing, "I sure hope you are a slut; that would make us even."

To be continued...

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