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

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Chapter 24

I

I kept waking up during the dark hours. Sean was still sleeping in my arms and I just enjoyed holding him. His breathing was so regular; I kept kissing his forehead and hair. Would I ever really be able to accept that this beautiful man was my partner for life?

We would grow old together! It scared me a little. I wondered what I would look like when I was fifty, only eighteen years away. Sean would be thirty-eight then. Would my body change enough so that it would no longer be attractive to my lover? He would still be beautiful, but gravity would have begun to pull parts of my body in directions I did not want. I would continue to work out hoping to keep some muscle tone. What would happen, if for some reason, getting and keeping an erection, became more difficult? How long would Sean want to put up with that? If I became seriously ill, would Sean want to care for me while he was still young and filled with desire? I was really scared. The future was frightening because I could not know what would happen to us.

"Ry, what's the matter, Hon. Your heart is beating so fast and so hard that it woke me up. Are you okay? asked a concerned Sean.

"Fine, just fine. You know me, just thinking about the future. I am a little scared about what it holds for us." I said.

"Ry, why are you frightened? I will be in the future with you, loving you as I do today. I will love you when you start to lose your hair. I will love you when you develop a little potbelly. I will love you when you can't get it up all the time. I will take care of you if you are ill. I am your partner until death. "You just worry too much. We have handled some pretty trying moments in our lives already. Don't you think we can handle them in the future? I know we can. I also know that I will only love you more as we grow old together. It's natural, Ry; everyone grows old, except those who die young. I'll take growing old with you.

"Come here, Hon, and kiss me. I want you to forget about everything except that we are here together, that we love each other, and that we can look to the future with confidence. Hmmm, I want you to kiss me, Ry. Right now," said an impatient Sean. I took Sean in my arms and kissed him tenderly, but I couldn't stop; soon I was kissing him deeply and he was responding. My, God, how I loved him!

"Did that make my man, my lover, feel better, or do I have to do more? I wouldn't mind doing more, if you want it, Ry. I can't get enough of you. You are so fuckin' handsome, and your body, WOW! It's so HOT! Man, I get hard just thinking about you here in the dark. What do you want, my beloved?" asked Sean as he slowly stroked my hardening cock.

"I want you always to love me, Sean. I want you always to be safe, to be healthy, to be yourself. I want you to hold me like you are doing now. I want you to make love to me, not on demand, but because you want to make love to me. I want to make love to you for the same reason. Oh, Baby, please, please make love to me. I need you to take me, Sean. But, please, only if you really want to make love to me. I know that I want to make love to you, Baby. Right now. Tomorrow. Forever!" I told him. We were kissing wildly, exploring again our bodies, finding new places of pleasure-giving. I broke our embrace and switched on the bedside lights. Sean looked at me, half smiling, but his eyes deceived him and I saw in them concern.

"Something is bothering you, Ry. You need to give it to me straight. Come on, I can take it." Sean was on his side now, his head raised up on his hand, looking at me.

"I need to tell you something. Don't get pissed at me, please. I had to do it. After you came home from the hospital and we were at Rog and Greg's, I purchased something. It isn't like me to buy what I did; but it was the only thing I could think of that would make me comfortable if you were home alone. I bought a pistol," I confessed.

"You fucking did what?"

"I bought a pistol. A fucking gun. You know they go bang and they can kill people. I bought a pistol." I stammered.

"What the fuck did you buy a pistol for, Ry? Who's going to use it? I certainly don't know how to use it. I would be scared shitless to even pick it up. I don't like the idea at all. Ry, that's so unlike you, Hon," he said.

"I know. Sean, but I wanted you to have something to use to protect yourself, especially if you found yourself a situation like the night you were beaten. I just wanted you to have the upper hand. I did it for you, Baby. I did it for you. I'm sorry, Sean. I'm sorry."

"Look at me, Ry. It's a wonderful thing that you worry about me. It's just that Hon, I don't know how to handle a pistol. I might accidentally hurt myself, or you, or someone else. I don't know if I would use it, anyway. What if I killed someone, even a jerk? It makes me uncomfortable," Sean told me.

"I know you don't know how to handle it. That's why I signed us both up for lessons. We'll keep the pistol well hidden and locked up. We'll have a trigger lock on it, too. Sean, to please me, learn how to use it. I'll be more comfortable if you are at home alone and I know that you have another way to defend yourself," I told Sean as I kissed him again, gently.

"I will take the lessons with you, Hon. But I know there's something else bothering you. I know you aren't telling me the whole story. What else is involved here? Please, Ry, tell me everything. I have tried to be honest with you about everything that happened that night. What are you not telling me, Hon?" asked Sean.

I didn't speak for a long moment. I didn't want to tell Sean about my nightmares, my awful recurring visions of that terrible night. I had no choice now; I could never keep anything from him if he asked me about it. I was sweating; my interest in sex was completely gone. Sean looked at me with puzzlement on his face. He smiled at me, and I had to speak.

"Sean, I have never told you this because I didn't want you to worry about me. I...I still have nightmares. I wake in the middle of the night in cold sweats. In my nightmare, I see you in the corner, covered with blood, a crumpled mess. I run to you; your face is bruised, swollen, covered in blood. I try to get you to answer me. You don't respond. I try to find a pulse, but I can't. I start screaming. You're dead and I can't do anything about it. I keep screaming, 'It's my fault. It's my fault. Sean, Baby, I gave you nothing to protect yourself with. I did this to you, Baby. I was stupid, stupid!' I kiss your dead face, trying to get life back into you, but nothing happens.

"Then I see two guys, laughing, their cocks in their hands. They move toward me, laughing and calling me a cock-sucking professor. They taunt me, 'You have to suck us, man; your little slut lover is dead so he won't be able to get it up for you. Too bad, asshole, after you suck us off, you're going to join him. You two faggots can spend eternity together, because you won't be here much longer. You're gonna join the slut boy soon. What do you think of that, you bastard?'

"I pull out a pistol and fire at them and as I do, they turn into Rog and Greg, and you are screaming at me not to kill them! I awake ready to scream. I feel your warm body next to me and I kiss your neck. You mumble in your sleep that you love me. I let my heart beat return to normal. I hug you tightly to me. I fall asleep again. It happens often. A couple of times a week. It never changes; as hard as I try to make it change, I can't. The same thing happens every time I have the nightmare. Sean, Baby, I really didn't want to burden you with this," I said, my voice filled with emotion.

Sean had pulled himself up into a sitting position. He had watched me in horror as I told him about the recurring nightmare. He had cringed with certain details. His eyes were wide in disbelief. I think when I related the awful ending about the shooting, he paled. He had grasped my hands and was holding them tightly. He remained silent for a long time. I began to think Sean was not going to talk about it with me. I understood why he didn't want to revisit that terrible night, but he had asked and I had spoken. I didn't blame him for not speaking; I was silent, too. I pulled my hands away from Sean and put my head in my hands. I couldn't look at him. I felt that I had in some strange way betrayed him.

Sean reached forward and pushed my hands away from my face. He took my face into his hands and he kissed me softly and with great love. He looked deeply into my eyes. He spoke quietly and with emotion:

"My poor baby, my poor husband. Why did you suffer alone? You helped me with my nightmarish remembrances. Why did you think I wouldn't want to help you? Ryan, you are the reason I am here. Don't you understand. Your love saved me. I was never dead. You had no pistol. You didn't shoot Rog and Greg. Oh, God, Ryan, I love you so much, so much." Sean wrapped me in his arms and rocked me back and forth as a mother might rock a frightened child.

He kept whispering in my ear: "My Ryan, my Ryan, let me help you. Let me be your candle in the window. Let me be your lighthouse on the rugged coast. Let me be your guide in the dark forest. Ry, please, Sweetheart, Lover, let me help you."

I clung to Sean as if he were the life jacket and I were the drowning man. I found myself weeping quietly. My Sean, what a wonderful, articulate man. I slowly regained my self control, and spoke to him.

"Sean, I want you to help me. I want you to sooth my fear and confusion. Oh, Sean, I want you to help me. I want you near to me in the dark hours of the night. I want to reach for you and find you there next to me in the bed. I want to kiss your neck, to know that you are with me. I promise I will wake you the next time it happens. Please forgive me for not letting you help me. Will you forgive me, Sean?"

"There is nothing to forgive, Ry. Put out the light and come here into my arms so that I can wrap my love around you to keep you safe. I want to fall asleep like this, Lover. Come here, Husband. Let me protect you," said Sean.

I switched off the lights. I moved into Sean's arms, kissed him softly on the lips, and resting my head on his chest, I closed my eyes and with a feeling of serene comfort and peace. I quickly fell asleep.

********

We were awakened by the phone ringing. I just hugged Sean tightly and buried my head in the pillow. The phone kept ringing. Finally, I pushed myself up to a half-sitting position, and through bleary vision found the phone. I picked it up, ready to yell, but I didn't have a chance.

"Hold your tongue, Ryan. This is your mother. Do you know that it is 10 AM and many of the guests are getting ready to leave. Most came back here for breakfast this morning. Now please wake your new husband and get going. I expect to see you in the dining room in twenty minutes. Now get with it. I love you both and so does Dad," and she hung up the phone. I placed the phone back in the cradle. Sean was still sleeping or pretending to sleep.

I snuggled against his back, kissing his neck and rubbing my hardening cock into his ass crack. He made no move or any indication that he was enjoying it. I began to lick his back down to his waist. I kissed his beautiful ass cheeks, then I spread those cheeks and moved down so that I could enjoy his scent and ass. I licked his ass crack, only once, and he stirred.

"Hmmmmm, I like that alarm clock, Ry. I want your cock in my mouth, and I want to put my cock in your mouth, Hon. Let's 69. Hmmmm, I feel so happy."

I turned and so did Sean; I was staring at his beautiful cock admiring it. Sean had taken me into his mouth immediately, so I quickly took him into my mouth and throat. I loved to suck Sean's cock. He was busy attending to my cock, giving me pleasure with his tongue and throat. I was fast approaching climax and, as Sean's scrotum tightened, I knew the time had come. With muffled cries from mouths filled with cock, we both were making it known that we were in intense pleasure mode. It was soon over and we lay there with a softening cock in our mouths.

"Sean that was great, but we have to get out asses moving. That was Mom on the phone and she wants us in the dining room in twenty minutes. We are already behind five minutes with our 69. Let's take a very quick shower together, dress and get to the dining room." We hurried in the shower, not even stopping to play a little. We did kiss two or three times, but nothing else. Dried and dressed, we hurried to the dining room.

"I want to get going to Maine soon, too. You haven't told me for certain if you want to go to the cabin? I will do whatever you want to do, Baby," I told him.

"This is crazy, Ry, but I want to do both. That's not practical is it? Lots of money has been spent for the accommodations in Maine. I guess we should go to Maine. It's okay, Ry. We can go to the camp another time. I want you to be happy," Sean said. At just about that time, we reached the dining room. A pleasant, smiling hostess met us and escorted us into the dining room.

"Surprise!" echoed throughout the dining room as many of our closest friends stood and applauded our entrance into the dining room. Sean and I stopped, letting the red recede from our faces. We looked around the room, smiled at our many friends. Much to the approval of everyone in the room, we gave each other a quick kiss. We continued on to our table, where Mom, Dad, Aunt Emily, Rog, and Greg, Cathy and Janet were waiting for us.

"A good morning to you two. Did you sleep?" said Greg with a huge smile on his face.

"Yes, thank you. We slept well. Didn't we Sean?" I said.

"Yeah, we did fine, considering it was the first night of our honeymoon," Sean said with a slight giggle.

"Enough! Enough!" said Mom. "Let's order breakfast. Does that sound like a reasonable idea to everyone?"

"It's a great idea. I'm hungry. Usually eat breakfast at 7:00 in the morning, not at 10:30," said Dad in a good-humored way.

We ordered our breakfast, almost everyone selecting the Inn Special, OJ, eggs anyway, bacon, sausage, pancakes, toast, coffee, tea or milk, and selected fruits.

"So, you two happy people, is it Maine. or the cabin here in Vermont.? asked Rog.

"I want to do them both, but I'm not sure that's a good idea. I know money has been spend on the reservations in Maine, so I guess we will have to forget the cabin," said a slightly sad Sean.

"Baby, I want to do both, too. Forget the money. I want you to be happy. Since we are so close, let's go to the cabin tonight; then we can head to Maine tomorrow and stay there, Sunday, Monday, and Tuesday. If we really like it, we can even stay Wednesday. Or we can stay at the cabin tonight and Sunday night and then go on to Maine for Monday, Tuesday, and Wednesday. We can then travel home Thursday, and have Friday, Saturday, and Sunday to rest up for classes on Monday."

"Why can't you do both, Sean?" asked Aunt Emily.

"It's the reservations in Maine. We really shouldn't break them." said Sean.

"The reservations in Maine can be changed because we told them we could not be certain of days and times. The suite we reserved is not often filled, so they promised to keep it open until next Friday. So your plan sounds good, Ryan," said Rog.

"Could we, Ry? Could we go to the cabin today and tomorrow and leave for Maine on Monday? Oh, Hon, I like that plan the best of all. And I just thought: what if there is money involved. I have more than I know what to do with, so I can take care of that. Seems funny not to have to worry about money. I just never imagined, not in my wildest dreams, that I would have a perfectly wonderful man to spend my life with, and golly, on top of that, lots of money," Sean told all of us.

"Then it's settled. Tonight and tomorrow night at the cabin, then Monday, Tuesday, and Wednesday night in Maine; and if we want Thursday night, too. Okay, Baby? I asked.

"Love ya, Hon. Thanks," said a grateful Sean.

Greg excused himself saying he had to make an important phone call.

"I approve of that plan, Sean and Ryan. You get a taste of Vermont and Maine, too." said Aunt Emily.

"Look, you two guys don't have to worry about Maine. Rog and I will take care of all that. So relax and enjoy breakfast," my Mom directed.

"Ryan, while we are talking about going places, your Mother and I want to be sure that you and Sean will spend some time during your Christmas break with us in Florida. And by the way, Rog and Greg, we would love to have you come down at the same time. The six of us could have a ball," said my Dad.

"Plane tickets are on me!" said an excited Sean.

Greg returned and quietly sat down, smiling at all of us.

"We'd loved to visit you," said Rog, "as long as we don't have to go to any early bird specials for dinner."

Everyone was laughing with the exception of Sean. He had a very quizzical look on his face. I quickly surmised that he had no idea what an early bird special was. So I told Sean:

"An early bird special is a dinner at a reduced price if you eat at 4 o'clock in the afternoon. Maybe we should take you to one just so you could see how much fun it is, right Mom?" I said.

"Ryan, don't be silly. Sean, ignore him when he's a smarty-pants like that," said my Mom.

Sean was laughing heartily, almost choking on his orange juice. "I knew Ry was intelligent; but jeez, I didn't know that he was a smarty-pants. When you get wise with me from now on, Ry, I will call you smarty-pants. I like the ring of that."

The waitress had placed a large bowl of fruit in the center of the table and delivered the various beverages we had ordered.

I was laughing now, too, as was everyone at the table, especially Greg. He was guffawing as if it was the funniest story he ever heard. "Sean, so help me, if you call me smarty-pants, I'll...I'll make you sleep on the sofa. Yes, that's just what I will do. I will forbid you to enter our bedroom until you apologize." Everyone at our table was laughing so hard that the rest of our friends were watching and listening carefully to try to hear what was being said.

"I have a perfect tool now, to keep Ryan under control. If he misbehaves, or does anything we think you won't approve of Mom and Dad, then I will write an anonymous letter to the Informer, State's student-run newspaper, revealing Ry's cute nickname, Smarty-pants!" related Greg amid loud laughs and coughs.

"I think not, Greg. I know your friends over there would love to know Rog's affectionate term for you. Let me see, if I remember correctly, that name is...."

"Thankfully, here's our breakfast." my Dad interrupted.

Two waitresses started placing individual plates before each of us. On the plate were the eggs we ordered. Family-style and placed on the table were bacon, sausage, pancakes, toast, homemade jelly, honey for the tea, real Vermont maple syrup, English muffins, two other kinds of muffins, and some steaming hot waffles. We were all laughing and making small talk as the food passed from person to person. Soon we all had what we wanted and we began to eat.

Dad added, "Now, no more about cute nicknames. We have to have some decorum. After all, we have two respected college professors, a successful construction manager, and a talented classical pianist at the table. Don't you think I am right, Honey Bunny?" said Dad.

Yes, I do, Doodles! replied Mom. Again, total chaos at the table.

"Ry, should I tell them what I call myself sometimes? asked a laughing Sean.

"That won't be necessary, craphead. I just told them." I said. Sean almost spit out his mouthful of eggs and bacon.

Somehow we got through the rest of the breakfast. We excused ourselves for a few minutes to wander the room; speaking with friends and thanking them for all that they had done, and for taking the time and making the effort to come to Vermont to take part in our ceremony.

Slowly, all our friends began to leave. We gave hugs and kisses to them, as they got into their automobiles and left. What was coming would be very difficult. The car was waiting for Aunt Emily, and I knew this would present a sad moment for Sean. I would support him, I knew that, but I wouldn't be able to prevent his sadness.

Aunt Emily's things were all loaded. She stood beside the car. Sean walked over to her. Tears were running down her cheeks, and she was not able to speak for a moment or two. Sean hugged her tightly and I knew he was emotional, too.

"Sean, I want you to know that I have just spent two of the most wonderful and memorable days of my life. I am so proud of you. You were wise to select Ryan. He is a gentleman: intelligent, caring, and protective of you, my child. You took me back without question, even after the terrible childhood you endured while you were in my care. Your uncle Jesse will pay for his misdeeds, but I, too, Sean, was terribly at fault. I should have taken you and run away. Jesse was a hateful, angry, jealous man. He hurt us both, not just physically, but emotionally. Now, Sean, go about your life. There are so many opportunities for you and Ryan. Don't be afraid of life as I was. Live life, every moment of it. No one knows the future, and the past is passed, so enjoy the moment. I love you, my sweet Sean. I pray God will keep you in the palm of His hand. Goodbye."

After a final hug and kiss, Emily disappeared into the backseat of the car. Sean was standing there, weeping softly, knowing as I did, that we would probably never see Aunt Emily alive again. I had my arm around Sean, but I was not able to say anything as I was fighting tears. As the car drove away, Sean turned and fell into my arms, sobbing the sobs of the last member of a family of the past. There were no other Kellys after Sean.

We would begin now, today, a new family. In my mind, I had already decided what our children's last name would be. They would be called Kelly-Taylor. I liked the sound of that. I hoped Sean would. That was one of my surprises for tonight.

After Emily left, we went back to the cottage and got our things packed. Everything was brought to the car. I would drive the car and Sean would drive the Rover. We would drop off the Rover here and it would be returned to us at State. All those arrangements had been made. The time had come for us to leave, and it would be difficult to say good bye to Cathy and Janet, and Rog and Greg, but Sean and I knew we would see them in just a few days. But Mom and Dad were leaving tomorrow for home in Florida. They had been here a long time, and it was time to return to their place and their things. I wondered how I would hold up when I said goodbye. I had told Sean a number of times, and I kept telling myself, we'll see them Christmas break. But the moment coming would tell its own story.

Our mighty six were all waiting at the cars. Cathy and Janet had misty eyes, but they held up nicely as they kissed and hugged first Sean and then me.

"Ryan, don't worry about classes. Everything is taken care of on our end. Enjoy this private time together. Everything was wonderful. I am so happy for both of you. As she was talking to me, Janet was saying goodbye to Sean.

"You know, Sean, I think you are a great person. Ryan is very lucky to have found you, and vice-versa. He is one wonderful catch, too. Thanks for including us in the ceremony, and enjoy your time together. We'll have dinner together when you return. Bye." And with a kiss and a hug, she walked away back toward the inn. Cathy caught up with her, and hand in hand they made their exit.

"Hey, guys. Keep cool! We'll watch your place while you are gone. Have loads of fun. You are two wonderful people." said Greg, as he hugged both of us together in his huge arms, and then hurried away, not wanting us to see his tear-filled eyes.

"Can't add much to that, you two. Peace. Love. Stuff like that. Don't worry about piano, Sean. Plenty of time for that. And Ryan, you take good care of Sean. He's one of the special people in my life, as are you, Ryan. We'll see you back at State. I, I..." Rog didn't finish as he hurried away to Greg, who hugged him and tried to get him to control himself.

Mom and Dad stood there, happy and fulfilled, but there was a touch of sadness in their faces. I knew I had to say something, and I knew that Sean wanted to say something, too. I couldn't speak for a minute. Finally I got myself together and told them:

"I don't know what I ever did to deserve such wonderful parents. You have never stopped loving me. You have been with me through some very difficult times. You have accepted me for who I am, and loved me as your son. But I never expected that you would so completely love Sean, that you would want him as your son, too. I can't tell you what that means to me, Mom. Dad, you have been the force; the rock in my life. I know I may have disappointed you, but never, never, Dad, did you disappoint me. Thanks for all that you did at State and here. We don't know how we will ever be able to repay your kindness and concern." I was blubbering by then.

Sean was beside me, his arm around me, and tears streaming down his face. "Mom, Dad, everything you have done has been wonderful. But, but, what has touched my soul most profoundly is that you love me as your son. You have given me love that I didn't have for most of my life. And you gladly and graciously gave me your son, Ry. How can I ever thank you for those two things. I can't, I just...." Sean couldn't go on.

Mom and Dad were crying, too. But Dad was strong enough to tell us, "Mom and I are proud of you two guys. Do you know what it means to parents who meet and love the person their son has chosen for his partner for the rest of his life? We know, Ry and Sean, that you will be happy and will take care of each other for years to come. That is what makes us happiest. We love you both."

"You two boys, men I should say, get going. Enjoy the next few days. We'll be fine. We'll fly home tomorrow. Thank God, Ryan and Sean, that we were able to be here to help in your moment of great need. It makes us happy that we could help plan and be a part of your ceremony. We are happy. Don't forget; get in touch with us soon about the Christmas break. Come on, now. A hug and a kiss, and get on your way." said my Mom, but not without some major tears.

We got into our cars, and with Sean leading the way in the Rover and me following in the Celica, we left on our way to the cabin and our hornymoon.

In the last two days, enough tears had been spilled at the inn, to start a small lake on the property. Happiness and joy were the culprits!

II

Sean drove carefully to the cabin. One of the blessings of our each having a car was that we had some private time to think about many things. I knew that we would share these thoughts with each other eventually. I spent my time alone reliving the last 24 hours, trying as best I could to remember the most meaningful moments. Every one of the things I most cherished centered around Sean. That's as it should be, as he is after all the center of my existence.

It was one of those brisk, but beautifully sunny December days in New England. The trees were totally bare of leaves, but the skeletons of trees still appeared beautiful against the bright blue of the sky and the various shades of the evergreen trees. New England is known for its hilly terrain, and that aspect contributed to the beauty of the day. In a real sense, rounding a curve on a secondary road in northern New England usually reveals a moment of wonder and beauty. If not a sparkling white church steeple in the distance, then a sprawling farm complete with red barn and a huge white farm house. Scattered, or at least it seemed that way, were the implements of farming. In some places cows were still grazing in the morning sun. Before long we were approaching the little road down to the cabin on Belmont Pond.

Sean pulled up at the cabin. I pulled in and parked beside the Rover. Sean was already out of the Rover and was walking toward the Celica and me. As I opened the door and got out of the car, Sean pulled me to him and kissed me with an open mouth and lots of tongue. He pressed his hard crotch against mine and humped me. I was so hot for him, I wanted to take him there in the parking lot. Sean pulled away from me and smiled.

"That was a long drive alone, I wanted to be near you, to inhale your scent, to feel your thigh, to massage your hard cock. Can you grab the stuff while I unlock the place? Please?" Sean intoned.

"Anything for you, Husband. I missed you, too. Hope everything is the way you want it in there. I know I can take care of my part of the evening," I told Sean with a laugh.

I carried the two bags to the porch where I found Sean waiting at the cabin door. He was smiling from ear to ear.

"Okay, Husband, put down the bags and come to me. It's my turn now," ordered Sean with love in his voice.

I placed the bags by the door and went to Sean. He scooped me up into his arms and carried me over the threshold, kissing me with passion as he did so. Right then, I knew I wouldn't be able to wait too many hours before I would want to make torrid love to my handsome man. He set me down on my feet, and wrapped me in his arms and kissed me with warmth and love. I was melting into him, desiring him with such fervor that I thought I might cum in my jeans. Sean had now opened his mouth to me, and our tongues were having a modified fencing dual. My hands were all over his body, and he was enjoying my body, too.

"Sean, got to stop, Baby, got to stop, or I'm going to shoot a load in my jeans. You are so hot, so sexy. Sean, I want you, as always." I murmured into his ear as he kissed and licked my neck.

"Hon, you don't want me anymore than I want you, but let's try to cool it for a bit. We need to make sure we have what we need for the day," he whispered to me as he continued to kiss my neck and ears.

We separated and looked into the main room of the cabin,

"Holy shit, Ry, look at this place," said a disbelieving Sean.

"Holy shit!" was all that came out of my astonished mouth.

The room was filled with beautiful flowers. They were everywhere and they were lovely.. As we walked toward the kitchen area, we found a bottle of champagne cooling in a silver bucket on the table in the dining area. There was a note next to the champagne bucket.

We looked at each other and just started to laugh.

"How the fuck could anyone do this? They didn't know we were coming here. The flowers are all fresh. And the champagne has only been cooling a short time, the ice is still not melted. Who has a key to this place? What's going on, Ry? Did you have all this shit done just for me? That's it isn't it. Somehow you got to someone and they arranged all this. Tell me, Hon. Am I right?" asked Sean.

"You are dead wrong, Lover. I had nothing to do with this. The notes are all numbered, so let's start to read and maybe we will find out who's behind all this. It is rather lovely isn't it?" I said.

I opened the first note and handed it to Sean; he read it to me:

"Although it is a known fact that you two hunks don't imbibe, you must have a flute of champagne before going to Note #2. Here is the toast that goes with that champagne: 'Your love is a wonder to behold. May it continue for years to come, but become stronger and more complex. May all your wishes come true, and may you bring happiness to everyone as you have already brought so much happiness to so many people.' God Bless You!"

Sean looked at me in wonder. I had no clue. I opened the bottle of champagne with a 'pop' and poured each of us a flute. I handed Sean his glass and moved to him kissing him lightly on the lips. He smiled at me as we clinked glasses and took a sip.

Sean began to laugh. "Do you remember the last time I drank too much champagne? I got drunk as a skunk and passed out. I am not going to do that now. I want to take you down to the lake and some other stuff," said Sean firmly.

"Damn, and I was hoping I could get you drunk and loose and then have my way with you. Now, sober and filled with ideas, it's a lost cause," I said with a laugh.

"You can have your way with me anytime, anyplace you wish, my husband. You may have your way with me right now," giggled Sean.

"No, I want to follow this mystery path to its conclusion. Here's Note#2. Read it, please."

"Now that you have had a toast, proceed to the kitchen and the refrigerator. You will find something there for you."

We walked into the kitchen and opened the fridge. There were all the fixings for a huge steak dinner, including wine, salad, everything. There was another note, numbered 3.

I opened it and read it to Sean. "Now you have your way clear to a wonderful dinner; rolls are in the freezer. A piece of your wedding cake is in the white box on the counter. It would be prudent now, if you would go the the master bedroom."

"Who is doing this, Ry. It's driving me crazy. Let's see if we can find the last note and then we'll know," said an impatient Sean.

"No, Sean. Someone went to a great deal of bother to set this entire thing up for us. Let's follow through. Come on, to the bedroom." I took Sean by the hand and we walked to the bedroom. The door was closed, a strange thing. There was a placard in large print on the door which read: "Enter without knocking as this is YOUR room."

Sean reached for the doorknob and opened the door. Everything was white, and beautiful. Someone had spent a great deal of time and money to get this ready in a hurry. The bed was beautiful, and it was pulled back revealing the silk sheets! There were two white bathrobes, some white scuffs, white towels, white everything, and on the pillow was the note numbered 4

Sean read it to me. "When you make love, here in your own bedroom in a placed loved by Sean, remember, that love is forever. You two already know that. I had to do these things for you because I admire you two guys and your love. I will be happy to serve you two, in anyway I can. I mean that in the fullest way possible. With warm hugs and sexy kisses, I am your party organizer, Dan."

"Wow! I would never had guessed him, would you Ry?" said Sean.

"No, I thought maybe the big six planned this. I can't believe that Dan did this for us. It's quite a wonderful thing," I said.

Sean was fingering the note and looked at me with questioning in his eyes. I had an idea what was bothering him, or interesting him.

"Sean, Baby, I know what you are wondering about from that note. You want to know what he meant about serving us in anyway he could,and that he meant that in the fullest way possible. That's it isn't, it?" I asked.

"Exactly! Does it mean what I think it means, Ry? Is he telling us he would like to have sex with us? Is that the hidden message in his note, or am I just a wild and sex-hungry man?"

"Sean, you're not a sex-hungry man except for me. I don't know for sure what he means. But if one were to read between the lines, it sounds as if he is offering himself to us for whatever uses we may have of him. I'm not surprised, as I watched him undress you in the office on Thursday afternoon. I think he had plans for us that night, but we chose to come here instead. I am glad we did. I wanted just you that night, and tonight and for a long time. We'll see what happens when he comes to spend the weekend with us. Are you interested?" I asked.

"Hmm, not interested, just intrigued. He's pretty important. He's gay; I can't believe that he doesn't have a hot lover," Sean told me.

"Hey, remember, Stud, I am gay, but I didn't have a hot lover for eight years. And I am not exactly stale bread. If I hadn't met you, Baby, I would be alone, correcting papers, and thinking about another lonely night in my bed with just desire and my right hand. Please remember that," I spoke to Sean in a serious tone.

"Yeah, true, Hon. I would still be a horny clerk at Walgreen's. I guess maybe by this time Jerrod would have made a move on me. Strange, but I really wouldn't have fallen for him. No, no, not like I fell in love with you. Can't explain it. It's just a fact. Ry, now that the mystery is solved, I want to take you down to the lake. It's one of my fondest memories of this place. We need to bring in the bags, and we should dress fairly warmly. It's probably cooler down by the lake. We can even bring a lunch if you want, maybe a picnic in December - crazy, huh? Will you do this for me, Ry?

"Sean, my beloved husband, I will do whatever pleases you and gives you pleasure. I am your friend, lover, partner and husband. Lead the way," I told Sean

We went to the kitchen and found ingredients for sandwiches. There were some chips and some cookies. We took four colas and four waters. We used the picnic basket that slipped on like a backpack. There was a lot of kissing and touching, but we managed to get lunch made without fucking each other. Sean was so happy! I delighted in his joy. I was in seventh heaven, too. I was so lucky. He would smile and I would melt. I had to get this under control. I think that if I were in a room filled with people and Sean smiled that smile at me and he asked, I would make love to him right there. It was a little scary in a very sexy way. A friend told me once that it takes only a nanosecond for the brain to move from the head to the cock. Then there is really no control. Sean, my Lover, did that to me. And I believe that I did that to him.

"Take some gloves. There are some in the hall closet. Dan must have left stuff here. There are a couple of outer coats, too. We may not need them, but better safe than sorry," I was told by my mother-hen Sean.

"I'm as ready as I ever will be. I'm not sure that I am an outdoor type, Sean. I like books and libraries, not snakes, and trees, and bugs, and bears. Give me a warm house, a hot lover, and a big bed. That's my kind of fun afternoon," I laughingly told him.

He just giggled and grabbed my ass. "Don't worry, Ry, I won't let a single snake, or tree, or bug, or bear hurt you. Can't give you a warm house and a big bed out doors, but you got yourself a hot lover." He kissed me quickly on the cheek, opened the door and we were outside in the brisk, sunny December late morning.

Sean took my hand and led me away from the familiar cabin to the woods. I was just a little frightened; you know, woods and animals and stuff like that. Sean sort of pulled me along. There was a path, so I felt just a little better. But, from my perspective we could have been going away from the lake. It seemed to take forever and I was actually getting cold as much of the trek was in the woods, which were almost devoid of any of the December sun. Sean suddenly stopped. He put his hand over my mouth and whispered to me, "Look up in that tree to your left, the big one. If you look carefully on the second branch you will see a beautiful red cardinal. Listen to his song. I'm going to repeat it and see if he will answer. The cardinal sang his song. Sean repeated it; amazingly it sounded just like the cardinal's song. It was quiet for a moment, and then the cardinal answered. Sean giggled and I was amazed. I pulled Sean to me, kissed him quickly, and whispered into his ear.

"How many other talents do you have? You're something, Baby."

We walked farther down the path and suddenly we were in a clearing and the lake was in front of us. It sparkled in the December sun. The dock and float had been pulled up onto the grassy area behind the small beach. It was quiet and peaceful. Sean had has arm around me, hugging me tightly.

"Isn't this beautiful?" he asked.

I didn't need to wait a moment to answer. "Yes, it is beautiful!"

We walked to the beached dock and sat on the lowest part of it. Its gray weathered surface was surprisingly warm and smooth. Our legs hung down a little. We sat there quietly for sometime. Sean had his arm around me and I enjoyed his closeness and his warmth. He kissed my cheek from time to time as I did his, but we didn't speak. We were both wrapped up in the moment, and we had gone someplace in our minds to deal with whatever issues we needed to explore, modify, and decide. I was the first to speak.

"Sean, I love this place. I could be happy here forever with you, the beautiful lake, the calmness, the silence. It's just so peaceful."

"Ry, Baby, that makes me happy. This is a special place for me. It reminds me of a lost youth, a disrupted growing up, but more importantly, it reminds me of my parents' love for me and of the many wonderful times we spent here. I could never give this up, Ryan. I have decided that I want your name on the deed, just in case. We can think about what we would like to do to the place to enlarge it, to make it a place to take our kids, to teach them to swim, to row a boat, to water ski, to do all the things that kids enjoy," Sean said with strong emotion in his voice.

"Don't talk about putting names on deed and things, not until we meet with Dan. I want to concentrate on the present, that's what your Aunt Emily told you to do. She was right, Sean. We can decide that later. But the kids, stuff. When do you want to start working on that?"

"Tonight would be good, if you are up to it?" giggled Sean.

I pulled him to me and pushed him down on the dock. I put my body on his and began to kiss him passionately, using my tongue to invade his mouth and let him know that I was up to it. He rewarded me my returning my kiss with more passion than ever. He wouldn't let me go. We continued to kiss for a long time. Finally Sean broke the embrace. He smiled up at me with that killer smile and told me:

"Hmmm, you are up to making a baby as we agreed. Do you remember what you promised me, Ry?"

"I remember, if they use my sperm, then I fuck you until we get the embryo transplanted into the surrogate mother and all is well," I replied.

"Oh, no you don't, Hon. You have to fuck me constantly until the baby is born. Then you can take a break, say for a week. No that's too long! How about a day? No, that's too long! How about an hour? No, that's too long. I know as soon as you get hard again I get it again. And if the sperm they use is mine, than the reverse is what we do," said a laughing Sean.

"That sounds good to me, Lover. But can we agree that once in a while we turn the tables so to speak. Because I will want you to make love to me, as well. Okay?"

"Well, of course, I don't want to give that up. Aren't we too silly asses, Hon? Talking like this. We don't have a donor for an egg, we don't have a surrogate mother, we don't have a clinic, we don't have a doctor. We are really two nuts in a fruit cake," said Sean as he smiled at me and then kissed me tenderly.

"Sean, as long as we have each other, all those things will fall into place. Don't worry about it. We'll take care of all that together. When do you want the first little package from heaven?" I asked.

"As soon as we decide together that we are ready. I have the funds to hire a nurse, and anyone else we will need. When we start our family, we'll need a bigger place. It will be hard to give up the townhouse. So much of us is there," he said.

Sean rolled me onto my back and his body now pressed against mine. He was kissing me strongly with lots of tongue. He stopped and whispered to me, "Hon, do you realize how much I love you. I want you now, but this isn't a good place. Besides, it's so cold we would probably lose our hardons. What do you say we forget the baby making and the sex and have a lunch and talk about the scenery, or you, or me, or us." He rolled off from me and it seemed to be colder now. He had sat up and I followed suit. He was working at trying to open the backpack to get to the food and drink. I kissed his cold hands as he worked.

"Stop that, Ry or I will fuck you naked in the cold and your cock will freeze and drop off, and then what will I do?" Sean giggled. I stopped kissing his hand and grabbed him and laid an enormous, lusty kiss on him. I rubbed his crotch and soon he was erect and moaning.

"I just had to show you that I was up to a hot fuck in the cold December wilderness. But I will wait for the warmth of the cabin and those silk sheets. Let's eat, Baby."

On the dock, we placed the sandwiches and chips and various other things we had carried down with us. It was a picnic without the ants. Everything tasted great. Soon we were picking up the remnants of the repast; a few sandwich bags, paper plates, napkins and a couple of broken chips. Everything else had been consumed. We sat close to each other with our arms around our legs. We looked out across the water of the lake, each of us wondering what lay ahead for us, knowing what we wanted, but realistic about how the world treats everyone. Sean sighed and I hugged him.

"What's the matter Baby? Are you sad?" I asked him.

Sean didn't answer for a long time, and I decided to allow him this time. When he was ready, I knew he would talk to me. I rubbed his back with my glove-covered hand. I could see intensity in those beautiful eyes. I remained close to him, but I did not disturb his reverie. I looked out at the lake again, and when I turned back to Sean I saw a tear slowly working its way from his eyes down his cheek. I didn't know what to say, so I leaned in and kissed away the tear.

"Sean, Baby, are you okay?" I asked quietly.

"Just happy, Ry. I am filled with joy. You are here with me in one of the places that mean the most to me. I don't deserve all this, but I thank God for you, Hon, and for the wonderful memories that his place holds for me. Just happy, Hon. I know I am a sap-head, crying at the drop of a hat. I'm sorry."

"You don't need to apologize to me, Baby. You are not a sap-head. I love you for many reasons and one of them is that you have feelings and that you are not ashamed of showing them. Baby, I cry easily, too. Well, fuck anyone who doesn't like it. And if you cry, Baby, I get to kiss you and make love to you, and make it all better." I told him.

"Yeah, Professor, you know how to take care of me in so many ways. Do you realize how much I have learned from you since we went to your home together? I don't mean about sex, not that the stuff I learned about sex isn't important and isn't fun, but I mean other things that make me a better person."

"It's a two-way street, Sean. I have learned a great deal from you, too. I learned courage, real honest-to-God courage. I learned love from you, too. I learned to be just a happy person without the protection of my title; I am your husband and lover, and not your professor. I am happy now with my life because of you." I told him.

"I learned patience, love, caring, and loving from you. And that just scratches the surface. I learned about family love. I learned about the power of friendship and the need for friends. I learned that intelligence is great if it is used for something good. I learned to be myself, to not worry about what others might think. You were ready to give up your career if needed to stay with me. Talk about courage!" Sean said.

"Guess it's even-steven then. What else did you want to show me, Sean?"

"It will have to wait until tomorrow. It's time to start back to the cabin. There's warmth there, and love making time, and good food and champagne. I may get just a little tipsy, just so that you can have your way with me. Yeah, I like the sound of that," he laughed as he said that to me.

Hand-in-hand we started the trek back to the cabin. It was now mid-afternoon and the air was getting cooler as the sun quickly fell in the western sky. Before long it would be the first day of winter and the shortest day of the year. We were laughing and chatting about so much that had happened the last few days. It was a joy to be here with Sean, not to feel an urgency to do anything at a specific time; no schedule of starting times for classes, no meetings, not having to wait for Sean nor he for me. We were here together in the forest of Vermont at a small lake in a secluded cabin, ready to make love on the second night of our hornymoon.

Life can be good!


To be continued...

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