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

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Chapter 27

I

Surprisingly, what we discovered new about our love was that it could wait. There was no urgency about it. We did not languish in our love; we grew, feeling each moment, redefining our pleasure, discovering new ecstasy as we modified our lovemaking. We could now make love slowly and deliberately. Kisses, started with tenderness, grew in intensity and power. We found that there was no need for top or bottom in our relationship. We were lovers. Our greatest passion was to give pleasure to the other. With that illumination, we knew that no position was exclusive. We now understood the slightest nuance of our lover's body . We were becoming competent experienced lovers. Together, we were maturing as a loving couple.

When we returned to bed after breakfast, the first thing we did was take a short nap. Just holding Sean in my arms was an amazing gift. I knew this was right because everything about it felt right. Those who loved us most sensed that it was right, too. The future no longer frightened me as it had been only days earlier. Now Sean and I could face the future unafraid because we were with each other. There would be some sad days, but there would be more happy days.

As I stroked Sean's hair I thought about this. He slept peacefully as the young should. Thinking about him, I realized that he was remarkably talented, unbelievably handsome, sexually amazing, funny, loving, and perfect in my eyes. He was mine for life. It was astonishing! There was much for which to be thankful.

Sean moved slightly, peeking at me with half opened eyes. He gave me a sleepy little smile and smacked his lips. I kissed him softly. He hugged me tighter. "I love you, Hon," he mumbled.

"I love you, too, Baby," I told him, stroking his back, my fingers brushing his beautiful butt. Without intending to do so, I fell asleep.

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Some time later I was awakened by Sean who was running his finger lightly across my lips. I opened my sleepy eyes, looking at him smiling down at me; he leaned forward and kissed me.

"So, my Lover, are you ready for some lovemaking, or would you like to join me out on the porch watching the sunset? The colors should be beautiful tonight. It's almost five o'clock. So far this has been an extraordinary day for me. I love you, Ry. I know I tell you that frequently, but I always feel better when I tell you," he said.

"Baby, I never tire of your telling me that you love me. I love you, too, Sean. Maybe I don't tell you often enough, but you can be certain that I love you as much as one human being can love another. I told you I was happy when I was with you, so I want to watch the sunset with you. We need to get on some warm clothes, or our cocks and balls will shrivel up to nothing. Neither of us would like that, would we? Let's get dressed," I told him.

In short order we were dressed warmly, grabbing an outer coat from the closet. The sunset took my breath away; I instinctively pulled Sean to me. The sky was awash in shades of vermilion with dashes of yellow and orange. There were borders of magenta darkening to shades of purple. Neither of us spoke as we watched in awe. The show was short lived; however, as the sky continued to darken until only some of the vermilion and purple peeked above the horizon. Then it was gone! It had been so beautiful that my heart hurt; I felt so small, so insignificant, a speck in the wide universe. I hugged Sean tightly, turned to him and kissed him with a kiss I hoped conveyed the depth of my emotions.

"Ry, every time I watch a beautiful sunset like this one, I experience a joy that is too intense to describe. I feel tiny when I see the enormity of the heavens. But when you hug me and kiss me gently, I know that I am important because you love me. I know that love is; after all, what makes life what it is: life is a journey to the stars with the one you love, and who loves you," he said softly.

"Sean, that is beautiful and profound. You never cease to surprise me with your astonishing understanding of life. Your sensitivity puts me to shame, Lover. You feel intensely much that others don't experience. Believe me, Baby, when I watched that sunset, I was swept to a level of joy I can't explain. I couldn't speak. We both experienced it much the same. Love can make us wiser and more attuned to miracles," I said.

"You know something, Ry? As we spend time together, I realize that love is much more important than sex. I like sex, Ry, don't misunderstand me. But when there isn't any love involved, sex is fleeting and only meets the urges of the moment. When we make love, sex helps us to express our love; it isn't just there to relieve our sexual tension. No, I think it brings us together in a profound way; our two beings are one in that fleeting moment. Sex by itself, doesn't do that. That's why I told you that night that I only wanted you to make love to me. Ry, that's what I want now," Sean said.

We went back into the cabin where we dropped our outer coats on the sofa. In the bedroom, we quietly undressed. We stood there naked, looking at each other. I was overwhelmed by my love for Sean. Although he appealed to me sexually, and I wanted to give him pleasure, I really wanted to make love to him, to allow him to feel the magnitude of my love for him. I walked to him, took him into my arms and gently pulled him to me.

Looking deeply into his eyes, I could see there not lust, but love. With what was a brush of his lips with mine, I kissed him. It was powerful to me, and Sean's body was shaking slightly. He put his arms around my neck, and rested his head on my shoulder. I kissed his hair, enjoying his scent. My hands slowly explored his body, lightly, like a feather being drawn across the surface. Sean shivered, raised his head and kissed me. My erection was full by this time, and Sean, who had pressed his erect penis against me, was also stimulated. Picking him up and taking him into my arms, I laid him on the bed.

As I stood beside the bed, I viewed my beloved. He was perfect. He smiled up at me, inviting me to join him in our bed. I lay beside him on the bed. My hands gently moved over his body, I was not hurrying. Sean, moved under my hands, but never asked me to hurry nor to stop. Our lovemaking continued with tenderness and affection. Both of us were able to reach two amazing climaxes. It was wonderful!

Just before we were slipping off to sleep, Sean said to me, "Ry, I love you, Hon. Our lovemaking tonight was the most satisfying I can remember. Let's always be gentle and tender with each other. When your hands move over my body almost like a whisper, I am brought to a beautiful, sensual plateau. It is close to climax, but not quite there. When I am totally aroused, like I have been twice tonight, my physical, emotional, and spiritual beings come together and I release my semen, not by choice, but because of your lovemaking. It is then that my soul takes flight and I enter into an ethereal place where just you and I exist. It is wonderful!" he confided.

I kissed him lightly, and said to him, "Baby, the same is true for me. This is the only way I want to make love to you, or have you make love to me. This has to be the epitome of the sensual and spiritual expression of love. Sean, my treasure, I love you," I said with deep emotion.

Sean hugged me, and with his head on my chest, we both fell into a peaceful, satisfied sleep.

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[Sean is narrator.]

Ryan's horrific screaming rudely awakened me . He was thrashing about on the bed. His eyes were closed, as if asleep, but his body was a mass of movement.

He was shouting in his sleep. "I didn't mean to kill them! I didn't! Sean, forgive me. Forgive me. I murdered our friends! I thought they had hurt you. Please, Sean, help me, help me! Sean, I'm afraid. How could I do this? You hate me now, Sean. Sean, are you dead? Please, Sean, answer me. What have I done? I want to die. I will shoot myself. I want to end this agony."

I pulled his sweat-drenched body to me, kissed him hard on the mouth, muffling much of his screaming. He fought to escape from me. He was strong, and it took all of my strength to keep him subdued. I was trying to sooth him.

"Ry, please, Hon; it's only a dream. Wake up, Ryan. I'm here with you. Come on, Ry, try to calm down. Please," I begged as I stroked his hair, which was wet with sweat. I kept kissing his face. His eyes flickered; slowly he had a sense of where he was. He grabbed me; I couldn't stop him, as he was too strong. He wrapped me in his arms and burst into sobs so heartrending that it nearly tore me apart. I let him weep, stroking his body, speaking quietly, reassuring him that I was with him and that I loved him. After a long time, he quieted down. I didn't move. He spoke to me, his speech somewhat muddled, because he was talking into my chest.

"Sean, Sean. I need you. I need you here with me. You were able to take me away from that horrid place. I'm so tired. I just..," Ry muttered as he fell asleep.

There would not be much sleep for me this night. My poor lover. Thank God I am here for him. My yawns started soon, and without intending to, I started to fall asleep. For a short time I fought the desire , finally drifting off into a peaceful sleep.

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[Ryan returns as narrator].

The room was bright as I slowly opened my eyes. My body ached and my head was swirling, keeping me from moving for a short time. The urge of early morning urination prodded me to get out of bed. I was more awake now. Searching with my hand, I found my lover. It grazed Sean's abs and touched his semi-hardened cock. I turned my head to look at him. His chin was resting on his hands, his arms bent to support his head. As soon as I looked at him, he smiled that smile at me. From that moment, I felt better.

Sean reached out and ran his fingers lightly on my chest. "Good morning, Lover. I've been watching you. I have to pinch myself to prove that this isn't some cruel dream. How fortunate I am! Your handsome face, your toned and beautiful body, I can admire without interruption. Your intellect, your abilities awe me. Even watching your regular breathing as you sleep, calms me.

"Are you okay this morning, Hon? You had a terrible nightmare last night. I was awake; I tried to comfort you, Lover. It must have been horrible; it took a long time for you to calm down and go back to sleep. You were covered with perspiration, but I didn't try to clean you up; I wanted you to get some sleep. You were exhausted, Hon. I'm so happy that I was here to help you. Remember, Ry, I am here to help you, to comfort you, to scare away your demons. Hon, you know, I love you," Sean said.

I motioned for Sean to come to me. I gathered him into my arms and kissed him. I was moved by what he had told me.

"Baby, I don't remember too much about the nightmare. I do remember your soothing voice, your telling me that everything was okay. Then I don't remember anything," I said.

"You fell asleep, Hon. Afraid to wake you, I didn't even want to move. I tried to stay awake for you, but I fell asleep. I'm sorry that I let you down. I'm ashamed of myself. I couldn't even stay awake to care for you," said an almost despondent Sean.

"You did take care of me, Baby. You talked to me, kissed me, drove away the demons. I was at peace enough that I fell asleep. Don't you understand what that means. You were with me and I had nothing to fear. The nightmare, which was terrible, was gone. It was driven away by you. You have nothing to be ashamed of; I love you, Baby," I said gratefully.

I kissed Sean lightly, stroking his naked back. With a light laugh, I said, "I have to take what you would describe as a wicked piss. Either that or I wet the bed. So, Baby, how about we get out of bed and get on with the day," I said.

Sean moved away from me, put his legs over the edge of the bed, and got up. I followed him quickly and ran to the toilet to relieve myself. As I was doing my morning urination, Sean came up behind me and hugged me. His now erect penis was rubbing in my ass crack. My stream of urine began to weaken as I began to get a hardon. . Sean would not stop his rubbing on my body. Fully erect now, pissing was the last thing on my mind.

Turning quickly, I grabbed Sean and pulled him to me. I kissed him deeply, sharing my tongue with him. He was groaning and moving against me, cock to cock. "I know what I told you, Ry. But right now, I just want sex. I want to get off. I want you to get me off. I shouldn't feel this way; I said I would never want this with you, only gentle lovemaking. And now I am hot as a poker left in hot coals," he said as he pulled away from me.

I stopped him from going any further by taking his hand. I led him back to our bed. Both of us were on the bed in a moment and into the 69 position. In an instant we were both enjoying our lover's hard cock. We were sucking each other's cocks with abandon and lust. I had started working a finger into Sean's hot hole, and I felt him beginning to work a finger into my ass. It wouldn't take long; my finger was in deep enough to stroke his prostate. He did the same to me, and suddenly with a gasp I started to fill Sean's mouth with my hot cum. He returned the favor for me. We lay there for a moment or two, coming back to earth.

"Thanks for that, Ry. Hopefully my hormones won't get the best of me. I'll try to keep our agreement about making love. By the way, you were wonderful," said a smiling Sean.

"Baby, I wanted that, too. That was sex, not making love, There are going to be times when we will just want sex. That's what we both wanted this morning. You were pretty wonderful yourself," I told him.

We hugged each other, got out of bed and headed to the shower. We soaped each other and enjoyed touching each other in very sensuous ways. Too soon, the shower was over. We dried ourselves in the big, absorbent white towels. I started to the kitchen naked. Sean looked at me and smiled, dropped the boxers he was about to pull on, and followed me naked into the kitchen.

"So, do you mind that I decided to stay naked?" I asked Sean.

"Of course, I don't mind. This way I get to see all of you. I really like all of you, Hon. Why should I mind being naked with you? Be careful around the stove, though. I don't want you burning your cock," he said with a giggle.

"If I do, you will have to kiss away the hurt. Would you like to do that for me?" I asked.

Sean was laughing, "You mean I can only kiss your injured penis. That's too tame for me. You'll have to get some cream and apply it to stop the burning. You know me, Ry, I would want some cream, too; but I would want it to shoot out of your hard cock. So, sorry, but I can't help," he said.

"I didn't say you could only kiss my cock only if it were injured, Baby. You can minister relief to me in the best way you can think of at any time. I would want relief from you. Wouldn't like you to take care of my cock if I should burn it, though," I said laughing robustly.

"Let's get on with breakfast, you sexpot. Always wanting me to take care of your cock. Well, I'm a hungry, growing boy. I need a hearty breakfast. So, Lover, get on with it; make food for me," said a smiling, laughing Sean.

Our attention was diverted now to breakfast. I decided to make omelets. After a short search, I found an omelet pan. Sean had busied himself getting the oj out of the fridge. He also got bread ready for toast and found jelly. I had taken the butter out of the fridge and put on a pot of coffee to brew. As I was beating the eggs for the omelet, I was reminded that Sean had promised to show me something else today.

"Sean, what is it that you want to show me today? Do you remember? You promised me yesterday," I asked him.

"I haven't forgotten, Ry. After breakfast, we will get dressed and I am going to take you for a ride in the Rover. Don't worry your head about it, Hon. I keep my promises."

"Yes, you do, Baby. I can hardly contain my excitement," I said with chuckle.

"Are you pulling my leg, Lover. "I can hardly contain my excitement'. What a line of bull shit. Give me a break," Sean said to me as he lathered the toast with huge amounts of butter.

I shook the omelet pan and dropped in chopped ham, tomatoes, and green peppers.

I was laughing as I said to Sean, "No, really, Baby, I am interested in what you are going to show me. But, yes, my comment was just a little bathed in bull shit."

Sean came to the stove with a plate. He kissed me on the cheek. I took the plate, and tipped the omelet onto the plate. It was perfect.

"Go ahead, Baby, and eat this one while it's hot. I'll make another one for me, and if you are done with that one, I will give that to you and make another for myself. But before you get this, I need a kiss," I said.

Sean kissed me on the lips. I handed him the plate. He kissed me again and went to the counter and set down his plate. I was beating another omelet by this time. It was quickly in the pan and before Sean was able to finish, I turned it out onto another plate. I brought it to the table. It was a beauty. Sean looked at it and then at me. He smiled.

"If you are going to make such wonderful omelets, Ry, I will probably keep eating them. But, please sit and eat with me. We can make some more after we eat. I want to talk with you, Hon," he said.

Returning to the stove to turn off the burner, I poured myself a cup of coffee, came back to the counter and took my seat on the stool next to Sean. I took a bite of the omelet. It was good. I poured myself a small glass of orange juice. "So, Sean, what's on your beautiful mind?" I asked.

"Well, it has to do with the inheritance. Can we talk about it and not get into an argument? I really need you to help me, Hon," he said.

I had to finish chewing a bit of toast and omelet and then swallow. "Of course I will help you, Baby," I told Sean.

As I reached for a piece of toast, Sean stopped my hand. He brought my hand to his lips and kissed it. Then he held my hand to his face, pressing it against his cheek. The gentleness of his action moved me. He released my hand, smiled at me, and began talking.

"It's about Mom and Dad. We have to do something special for them. They have been so wonderful to us. We need to repay them in a way that will make them happy. Could they use a new car, something big and comfortable? I also thought about sending them on a cruise around the world.

"Do they have any kind of mortgage that needs to be paid? God knows, Ry, we want to do something for them. I love them so much. When I think how they took me to their hearts, how they made me their second son, how they gave me the greatest treasure of their lives, you, my lover; I know we need to show them how much we appreciate them. Should I feel a little cheap thinking that all we can offer them is something that our inheritance will buy? That makes me feel strangely dirty," he said.

"Finish eating your omelet before it gets cold," I ordered Sean. I took a gulp of coffee, cleared my throat, and told him,

"Sean, our Mom and Dad have everything they want. If they want anything, or need anything, they will take care of it. You need to know that our folks are wealthy in their own right. I never said anything, but they are millionaires. When they pass on, I will inherit a large sum of money plus valuable land and a home in Florida. They also have investments and real estate holdings. We have to be very creative in finding something that will make them happy. We want it to be something worthy of them. It won't be an easy thing for us to do. My folks love State. Maybe we could think of something there that would be a reward for them; something they would be proud of. I don't know exactly what that is. By the way, I am sure they would love a cruise around the world, though," I told him.

"So I married a millionaire-to-be and didn't know it. I'm glad you never told me. I would have hated to have you think I wanted you as a life partner because you had millions. And we didn't know about my inheritance either. We both bought a-pig-in-a-poke. I'm glad we did. Now we are both able to do about anything we want, anytime we want. Wow! We are really lucky. I like the idea of something at State; we'll have to think about that. You know what, Ry? I think we should give them that cruise around the world. Let's do that for a starter. What do you think?" asked Sean.

"I like the idea and it will give us some time to figure out what else we want to do for them. I know they will be thrilled with the cruise," I said.

"That makes me happy, but I am still hungry. Lover, will you please make your starving life-partner another omelet?" begged Sean.

"Of course, Baby." I went back to the stove and did my omelet thing again, delivering a piping hot omelet onto Sean's plate.

"Thanks, Hon."

"Do you need anything else?" I asked.

"Only you, Sweetheart. Only you!" exclaimed Sean.

For that remark, Sean got a nice kiss from the cook. He smiled at me between bites of the omelet. I just warmed to his smile. After pouring myself another cup of coffee, I brought it back to the counter and sat down. Sean was nearly finished his breakfast. It was my turn to smile at him. I couldn't believe it, but Sean was blushing.

"When you look at me that intensely, and then smile, I get all nervous inside, and I think I also get embarrassed, and my face gets red. Now that is certainly the behavior of a serious craphead," he said.

"You are not a craphead, Baby; you are mine, and I love every inch of you. If I make you blush when I look at you closely and smile because I think you are wonderful, I'm sorry. Sean, I don't intend to stop looking at you or smiling at you. And if you smile, fine. You're even cuter when you blush."

"We certainly have a mutual admiration society, don't we? That's what two lovers should have, isn't it? If you don't think your partner is the cat's pajamas, then something is terribly wrong. I don't want you to ever stop looking and smiling at me, Ry. When you do, I may blush, but I love it. We have to get ready because there are a few things I want to share with you today. Let's get dressed and get going. Let's have lunch at the inn."

"That's a super idea. I really liked the inn and their food," I told him as we walked to the bedroom to get dressed. We both chose jeans and a casual long sleeved shirt. Mine was a subtle plaid in blues and whites. Sean chose a solid green shirt, which I immediately noticed, made him look like a stud in a magazine. 'He could be a model.' I thought. We both put on warm socks and hiking-type shoes. As we were leaving, we stopped at the sofa and picked up the outer coats and gloves that we had dropped there last night. I made a quick check of the kitchen to be sure that everything was turned off. I was ready to go, but then Mother Nature called.

"Sean, I need to use the bathroom. I'm sorry."

"Don't be sorry. I would rather you take care of your need here and not in the Rover," Sean told me with a laugh.

II

[Sean is now the narrator.]

I was glad that Ry had to use the bathroom. It gave me a couple of minutes by myself to think through what I wanted to do. I had gotten directions from the staff at the inn. Mom and Dad took care of it for me, not really aware of my plans. As usual, they never asked any questions. I had to decide in what order I wanted to do the things I had planned. Just a few uninterrupted moments allowed me to make the plan I would follow. As I was finishing my mental plans, Ry came back into the room. He came to me and kissed me on the cheek.

"Sorry for the delay, but it was necessary. I'm ready,"

"Ry, we have the whole day if we want to use it. I thought one thing we could do was to drive into Brattleboro. There used to be a really good bookstore there. I bet you would enjoy some time to browse in it. Let's just play it by ear, Hon," I told my sexy lover. Sean locked the cabin and we walked to the Rover.

"Why don't you drive, Sean. That will give me an opportunity to enjoy all the scenery. This is a lovely part of the country. If I were talking to my class I might use the word pastoral. Have you ever heard that term before? I asked. "Sure have, Professor Taylor. Dr. Milne has used it and explained it a couple of times. I don't recall ever hearing about it in high school, although I may have. Mrs. Foster was a really fine teacher," Sean confided in me.

"As I see it, Baby, you don't have to worry about literary terms you don't understand. All you have to do is ask the professor. He'll keep you informed. What you can do for me is to keep me posted on the Internet and web. I use the word processor and the email functions all the time, but on the Internet I am a rookie. Think you can teach me, Lover?" I asked with a chuckle.

Sean had started the Rover and we were headed up the dirt road to the main highway. He glanced at me with a huge smile, saying, "I can show you some things on the net that will make you blush. I'm not sure about that, Lover, since you have shown me some amazing ways to make love. You also have to learn about "Google"; it's a fantastic search engine. There are other things I can show you. We'll see how good a student you are when I teach you about this stuff," I laughingly told him.

"There is one major problem with your teaching me, Baby. Will I be able to keep my mind on the lesson? I will look at you; you will smile at me, and I will want to take you to our bed and make love to you. You'll never be able to finish a lesson. You know me, I'm just a horny old professor," Ry told me with a hearty laugh.

I was laughing freely as I turned onto the highway and headed south. If Ry wondered where we were going, he kept all those questions to himself. "Are you curious about my plans for today?" I asked him.

"No, I trust you, Sean. In fact, I am enjoying the mystery."

I continued driving told to East Dummerston and St. Charles Church. It would be our first stop. I wanted Ry to know where my early Christian beliefs started. This is where I learned about a forgiving God. I learned that Jesus loved all of us without exception. Since God created us, it would be strange if He didn't love us, too.

As I was driving, Ry put his hand on my thigh, but he didn't go further, leaving that as a signal of his love for me. At one point he must have been overcome with love for me, as he kissed me on the cheek. I turned and smiled at him briefly; he took that opportunity to plant a quick kiss on my lips. I was getting stimulated. Thankfully we arrived at the little white church before anything more could happen.

"What church is this, Sean? Ry asked me.

"This is the church I attended as a youngster. It's where Father O'Rourke was so kind to me. Here is the place I learned about Jesus and God as loving beings," I told Ryan as I parked the Rover.

"It's really small, isn't it, Sean. I suppose it's big enough for this rural area. It's well kept. Are we going in, or what?" Ryan asked me.

"Yes, we are going in. I want to say a prayer and I want you to hear it. Will you do that for me? I asked quietly.

Ry reached over and kissed me gently on the lips. "Sean, you didn't have to ask me. Of course, I will go in with you. But isn't a prayer a personal message between you and God. I'm not sure I should hear it," he told me.

As we were making our way to the church door, I paused. I turned to Ry and smiled. "In this case, dear husband, I want you to hear my prayer. God will understand," I told Ry.

We were at the door now, I opened it and we silently entered the church. Not much had changed since the time I was last here. I thought the paint might have been renewed, and the sanctuary looked brighter. Walking down a few pews, I genuflected and went in. Ry followed me. I knelt down and crossed myself. Ry, not knowing what else to do, knelt down, too. I reached for his hand and held it tightly. I bowed my head and began to pray.

"Dear God, I have brought my loving Ry for You to meet. He is a wonderful man filled with love for me and for You. He has promised to spend his life with me, loving me and caring for me. I promised the same to him. I know that You already know this, God, but I thought it was important that I should bring him here, in the place where I first learned about You, to introduce You to him. I pray that You will love him as I do, dear God. I also ask that Jesus, Your Son, love him, too. I freely admit to you, my God, that we are not perfect. We have sinned, but never with the intention of injuring anyone else. We ask that You forgive us for these transgressions and bless us and our union. Amen"

Ry was squeezing my hand so tightly that it hurt. I looked at him and saw a couple of tears sliding down his cheek. They matched those running down my face. Ry was silent for a moment, and then he prayed.

"My dear God, my partner for life, Sean Kelly, has taken me into Your home so that You could meet me. God, I want You to know from me personally that I will love this man and protect him and care for him all of my life. I love him deeply; all I want for him is happiness. Please bless both of us, dear God. Amen."

We turned and hugged each other, showing our God that we loved each other, but not in anyway demonstrating anything sexual. We sat down and silently continued our prayers. Ry still held my hand in his. We had been in the church for about fifteen minutes. I whispered to Ryan, "Let's go now; I did what I wanted to do. God will take care of the rest." We quietly left the church and got into the Rover. Ry spoke first.

"I can't tell you, my beloved Sean, how much that meant to me. I will remember the words of your prayer the rest of my life. You show me each day the beauty of a sensitive and open heart. Each time you do something like you just did, my heart widens so that I can love you even more. Thank you, Sean, for this memorable experience."

He pulled me into his arms and with his soft, moist lips, there in the church parking lot, he kissed me with affection and love. I held him tightly to myself and told Ry how much I loved him. I started the car, knowing that what I had planned next would be the most difficult thing I had done for a very long time.

It was not a very long drive, maybe ten minutes at the most. I drove down a quiet solitary road arriving at my destination. I pulled into the driveway to a gate. A lovely sign on the right of the gate told the story, "Gate of Heaven Cemetery." I heard a soft gasp from Ry.

I turned and looked at him, "Ry, I have to do this. It's very important to me. If you don't want to come with me, I will understand. It's up to you, Hon," I said.

I saw Ryan take a deep breath. "Look, Sean, if this is important to you, then it's important to me. I love you, Baby. There is nothing I wouldn't do for you. When you are ready, I will go with you," Ry told me.

I started a slow, careful drive into the cemetery. It had been a long time since I had been here to see my Mom and Dad. But I knew exactly where they were. I stopped the Rover and got out. Ry followed me. I walked a short distance to a large stone marked, KELLY. I stopped and took a huge breath, trying to calm my nerves and keep my emotions in check. I knew it would be difficult. Ry stayed a few steps behind me, allowing me a moment alone. I fell to my knees between the two small stones, one said 'Mother,' the other read 'Father'.

"Hi, Mommy and Daddy. I know it's been quite a long time since I came to talk with you. I just found out about the inheritance. Thank you both for thinking about me. But I came for another more important reason. You told me in your letter that you hoped I would find someone who would love me and that I would love. Well, I met that someone. He's wonderful, Mommy; I know that you would love him. And Daddy, he's a real man. His name is Ryan Taylor.

"I married him on Saturday. Mommy, Daddy, he's a wonderful man. He's an English professor at State and he really loves me. Mommy and Daddy, I just wish that you were here to.. to..." and I couldn't hold back anymore. I was sobbing out of control. Ryan was quickly at my side and he hugged me to himself. He was crying, too. Together we shed tears of regret about my folks and my childhood. I couldn't stop crying for a long time. Ryan had finally gotten some control, and he spoke to me.

"Sean, cry it out. I understand how intense your grief must be. I wish your Mother and Father could have been with us on our important day. But, Sean, thank you for bringing me here to meet them. I am so..." and Ryan lost it again. We knelt there in each other arms, crying for what might have been.

We didn't get control for a long time. There was nothing more to say. I had pulled two flowers out of one of the bouquets at the cabin, a red rose and a white carnation. I had put them in the Rover while Ryan was in the bathroom. We got up from our knees and Ry kissed my tear-stained face. I kissed him on the lips, my hope was that he understood it was a thank-you.

I asked him to wait and hurried to the Rover. I came back with the flowers. I placed the rose on my Mommy's grave and the white carnation on my Daddy's grave. I cried again, but with more control. They knew now all about my Ryan. I know that up in Heaven, they smiled and said together, 'Sean found a wonderful man to love and who loves him. We can rest easy now.' Ryan had his arm around my shoulders, steadying me, supporting me. I loved him more in that instance than I think I ever loved him before. We turned and walked slowly to the Rover.

"I think I should drive to the inn. You need some time alone with your thoughts. Thank you for what you just did for me," Ry told me.

He got into the driver's seat and I climbed into the passenger seat. We started to drive away from the graves. Finally all I could see was the red rose and the white carnation. I cried again. Ry was silent. When we reached the main highway again, he reached out and took my hand in his. He raised it to his lips and kissed it gently. "I love you so much, Sean." was all that he said. We continued on our way to the inn, quietly lost in our thoughts. It had been a difficult and emotional morning.

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[Ryan is now the narrator]

When we got to St. Charles Church, I had no idea what Sean had in mind. Once inside and he said his prayer, I lost it. Again Sean had demonstrated his sensitivity and his maturity. It was a moving moment in our relationship.

The cemetery was heartbreaking. When Sean started talking to his parents as Mommy and Daddy, I realized that was what he called them when they were killed those years before. He was their child telling them about his life. When he sobbed out of control, I could only hold him. He wanted them to know about me, to meet me. Before it was over we were both weeping. When Sean ran to the Rover and came back with the two flowers and placed them on the graves, I nearly lost it.

I decided to drive to the inn, knowing that Sean needed some private time to collect himself. He looked back at the two lonely flowers on the now disappearing graves and broke into tears again. I reached for his hand and brought it to my lips. I kissed it gently. I told Sean that I loved him, and then kept silent. It had been an emotionally draining morning.

We arrived at the inn a little after noon. The parking lot was busy, but not overcrowded. We had not called for reservations and I hoped they would be able to seat us. Before we got out of the Rover, I pulled Sean to me and kissed him deeply and with emotion. "Sean, thank you for what you did for me today. I wish I could do something for you that would be as meaningful, as wonderful. Thank you, Baby," I said.

Sean smiled at me, "I thought you should meet my God and my parents. It was important to me that you know and love them as I do. Thank you for sharing this time with me. It meant much to me. Now, before we get misty eyed again, let's eat lunch." We moved out of the Rover and went into the inn and to the dining room. They had not forgotten us. We were welcomed with enthusiasm. We got a wonderful table that looked out over the porch to the hills beyond.

Lunch was a pleasant hour and a half. We ordered our favorites and enjoyed the food. We talked about all the things that had happened to us since we met at Walgreen's. Sean was smiling and joyful. I was equally happy. All I could think about was our long life together and all the days that would be filled with happiness and love.

"I have one more place to take you, Ry. Then if you want we can go to the bookstore in Brat, or we can go back to the cabin. I want you to decide which we do. I have really enjoyed this quiet lunch with you, Ry. I've had time to talk with you without either of us rushing away to the stove to cook. You, my lover, are my favorite meal companion," he said.

To our surprise, the owner of the inn came to our table with our dessert. It was a delicious Baked Alaska. He told us it was his way of saying congratulations to us. He was honored that his inn had played such an important part in our lives. He was a jovial man in his late fifties or early sixties. He was somewhat rotund, a result of spending too much time in the kitchen of his establishment where all the wonderful food was prepared. He spoke to us briefly and then left us to enjoy our dessert. It was fabulous! We paid the check and left a nice gratuity. We let the desk know that we would not be leaving the Rover with them. We would both drive a vehicle home.

We left the inn and Sean told me that this was just a little jaunt in the woods. Although I wasn't excited, I said nothing. We drove back to the road from the inn, but instead of turning right as we had before, Sean turned left and headed up a steep hill. The hilly terrain kept appearing and I was sure that we were climbing higher and higher. Even though I wanted to ask Sean, but I decided to let the adventure speak for itself.

Finally after a long climb, Sean turned into a dirt area, not really a parking area, but more like a place that had been turned into a parking area. There were no other cars there. We got out of the Rover, Sean leading the way. He stopped at the beginning of a narrow trail. He took my hand and smiled, "I will hold your hand and keep the beasties from attacking you, my love."

"Are you making fun of me because I am an urban dude, and I don't know how to react to these woods?" I asked, laughing.

"Would I do that, Sir? I think not, Professor. Never. I just want to protect you," Sean said with a laugh.

"Lead the way, then," I told him.

Still holding my hand, Sean began the stroll through the woods. In a very short time we reached a clearing. I looked with awe at the view. We were on some sort of bluff where you could see for many miles in three directions. Sean pointed to the east and told me that was New Hampshire, to the north he told me you could see into Canada, to the south, he told me that was Massachusetts. If we could have seen westward, we would have seen New York state. I just stood there, looking, taking in the enormous beauty. Sean had his arm around me. I was suddenly overcome by strong emotions. It was as if we two lovers had found a secret, silent place. We could survey our world in three directions.

"Sean, I want to kiss you. I want to make love to you," I told him.

"I want you to kiss me, and I want you to make love to me, right now, right here," Sean replied.

I kissed Sean with passion, his lips parted and my tongue was in his mouth, exploring, dueling with his tongue. He sucked on my tongue, as I was removing his jacket. I took mine off, too, and we lay them on the ground. I had already taken off my shoes and my shirt. I stood there in my trousers and stocking feet. Sean was almost completely naked. I dropped my jeans and underwear and stood naked in the cool December air. Sean pulled me to our jackets on the ground. I kissed his with heat and love.

I made short work of letting him know what I wanted; he wanted the same thing. Before we got any colder, I had pushed his legs back, and was entering his hot, tight hole. He pulled me into himself with the magic workings of his ass muscles. We kissed deeply as I slowly fucked him. I increased my speed at his urging, and all too soon we were both groaning and panting as we reached our climax and our cum shot out of our aching cocks. I filled Sean's love tunnel with my love juice, and he shot his all over both of us. We never stopped kissing throughout our entire lovemaking. Once we had cum, we quickly cleaned up and dressed. The sun was out and it was bright on the bluff, but the very light December wind quickly cooled us down.

"I never counted on this wonderful happening when I brought you here to see the view. You were super as always," he told me as he kissed me lightly on my lips.

"Sean, I told you once or twice, that I only have to be close to you, to touch you, and I want you. Thank you for loving me as you do," I said.

"So, Ry, is it the bookstore in Brattleboro, or do we go home to the cabin. The choice is yours," he told me.

Kissing him lightly on the lips I told him, "Let's go home, Baby. You and I are going to sit in front of the fire and make out just like two high school lovers. What do you think of that? I'm an old professor, but I'm alive and kicking," I told him with a laugh.

"You're not old, and you're not my professor. Making out with you in front of the fire at the cabin is a wonderful idea. Who knows what it will lead to, Hon?" he said with a smirk on his handsome face.

"I can hope, can't I?" I asked. Sean just smiled at me.

Somehow I always get my way.
To be continued...

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