The Professor and Sean I
By:
Scotty
(Copyright 2006 by the author)
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Chapter 32
I
We slept late as neither if us
had a care in the world. We were wrapped in each other's arms, legs
entwined. As usual, we both were sporting woodies.
"I have to take a wicked leak," Sean told me.
"Me, too. Shall we use the facilities together, or are you too shy?"
"No, I am not shy. and I will get another look at your wonderful
crotch package," he said laughing as he jumped out of bed, his cock
sticking straight out in front of him.
I quickly followed him into the bathroom, standing next to him as we
waited patiently for our woodies to go down so we could urinate.
Finally it came, and we emptied our bladders. Sean shook his penis
vigorously to be sure he didn't have any stray urine on it. I
followed suit. He laughed as he reached over and gave my cock a
couple of more shakes.
"Just making sure that the last drop doesn't run down your leg."
"Yeah, but I think you broke it in half. I may never be able to get
another erection. Shit, what have you done?"
"Watch this, my horny lover."
Sean fell to his knees and took my cock into his mouth. I was erect
almost instantly.
"Your broken cock seems to have been fixed. Amazing what a warm,
moist mouth can do for a broken cock," Sean chuckled.
"It's just you, Baby. It's just your wonderful technique. Hmmm, I
love it when you suck me; but not any more right now. Breakfast
first; then a shower. Then some planning for classes. You must have
some work to do, Sweetheart. I know that I do. Can we sit naked
together on the sofa after breakfast, reading and leaving each other
alone?" I asked.
"Maybe. It depends on the temperature. If you touch me, or kiss me
too many times, you will have to pay the consequences. If you are a
good guy, and leave me alone, we can get our work done. After that,
who knows?" he said as he strolled to the kitchen.
I followed him into the kitchen, enjoying his beautiful ass all the
way . 'Man, he is so beautiful, so sexy,' I thought to myself. 'Will
I be able to get through breakfast?'
Sean was getting various ingredients out of the fridge. He smiled at
me as he did this, making me unsure about controlling myself. He
knew what he was doing, too. I had to ignore it, or this would
probably not be breakfast, but a late lunch.
"Are you as happy as I am, Hon? I just feel like I might burst with
joy," he said.
"Happy? No, not just happy, maybe overjoyed. Or blissful. Or joyous.
Or blissfully happy. I am as ecstatic as you, Baby. How could I not
be with you here with me? Our lives seem to be on a even keel, and
we both have exciting things to look forward to in the future."
"Am I pushing you a little too much about kids? I worry that I may
be too gung-ho about it all. Please tell me if I am," he said.
I moved to Sean and enveloped him warmly in my arms, but not with
any overpowering strength. He looked up at me with those beautiful
blue eyes and then smiled that smile. I kissed him gently on the
lips, then took his face into my hands and whispered softly into his
ear,
"No, you aren't pushing me. I want children, too. It's the only way
my parents will ever have grandchildren. Additionally, I think you
will make one hell of a father, Sean. You have such love, such
sensitivity. You will be super."
"I hope so, Ry. But if I should not work out to be as great a father
as you think I might, I have full confidence in you. You will be
there to help me learn the ropes and become the man you are, and the
father I know you will be. I want the family that I never had, with
loads of laughter and fun. There will be family trips, bedtime
stories, bath time, dinner conversation, popcorn and funny movies.
All those things are important to me. We will watch our sons and
daughters play sports. We will listen to them as they play an
instrument in the band. We will watch them perform in a drama club
play. All these things will give us joy and pleasure. It's important
to me that we will be able to share all our love with others. And,
Hon, I want Mom and Dad to have grandchildren to love and to spoil.
Does that make me a craphead?"
"Sean, all it does is make me happier than you can imagine that I
married you. You want all the things I love. I want all those
things, too. And we will have them all. It may take some time and a
great deal of effort, but we will have some kids around here. We
will have to have patience. I think we should ask Dan to begin
inquiries about what we want to do. That'll be a good start. I hope
it is okay with you, Baby."
"You read my mind, Lover. I thought about Dan beginning the process.
It's fine with me, Ry. Kiss me to seal the agreement."
I pulled Sean back into my arms, this time hugging him tightly to me
and kissing him with passion and emotion. He knew that we had sealed
our agreement.
"Let's get this breakfast going. Don't know about you, but I am
hungry. Just listen to my stomach sing. Look, Baby, you do the
bacon, sausages, and toast. I'll scramble some eggs, set the table
and get some coffee going,"
"Aye, aye, mon captain!" came Sean's quick reply.
Sean began unwrapping the bacon and sausage and getting it ready for
the microwave. I put a pot of coffee on to brew. After setting the
table, I got some OJ out of the fridge, and broke eight eggs into a
bowl, added some half-and-half and salt and pepper. Sean was doing
his thing and I waited until the bacon and sausages were cooking.
This might be a good time to ask Sean about what he had to do before
classes on Monday.
"Baby, do you have much work to accomplish before classes start? I
know how things are supposed to be for me. That is, if my subs
followed my lesson plans. So I have some heavy reading to do, and
some complicated lessons to construct. It will take a good part of
today. We also have to get some groceries, and I would like to spend
some time just snuggling."
"I like the snuggling, Hon. Yeah, I have to do some reading for Dr.
Milne. Dr. Fillimore will have finished the whole unit on
composition, so there's reading to do, and I should review before
Monday. Other than that I should be fine. I also should begin
regular practicing on the piano, especially if I am going to be up
to snuff for the concert. Oh, and another thing, Hon, I want to talk
with Rog and Greg about Florida and our trip down there."
"We have time for that. I am starting the eggs now. Get the toast
out and put in another two slices. I know you, my friend, and you
will put away this breakfast like one huge vacuum cleaner," I said
with a friendly laugh.
Sean looked at me as if he were terribly injured by my remark. He
looked down at the floor and played at crying. I ignored him.
Laughing, he finally said to me, "Listen, my horny lover, I have to
eat well to keep in condition to make love to you. Remember, you
expect a great deal from me. Feed me, Lover."
I put the eggs into a serving dish and placed them on the counter.
Sean had the bacon and sausages on a serving plate and the toast on
another. I noticed that he had toasted a couple of English muffins,
too. I walked over to him.
"You know, Baby, I really want you, but I will settle for breakfast.
Warning! Warning! I am not a robot so I may not get through our
study period without attacking you, my lover."
"I should be so lucky."
"You will see, you will see. Now let's eat this food before it gets
cold."
I brought a cup of hot coffee to the counter and sat on the stool
opposite Sean. He had filled his plate, and was already eating. I
enjoyed watching him; eating, reading, doing anything. There was
something about the way he did anything, or everything, that had a
sexual aura about it. Maybe that was just the way I saw it; perhaps
I wanted everything he did to have some sexual aspect to it. I was
beginning to feel like a dirty old man.
"Mom and Dad are going to call on Saturday? Should we have plans
ready to discuss with them, or can we put it off for a while? You
know more about that kind of thing than I do."
"Sean, it is something we need to think about. We will have to talk
with Rog and Greg before we make any final plans We want to
coordinate everything so it is easy for everyone. We can leave from
either Hartford or Boston. In fact, we might be able to fly out of
Manchester, NH. We'll have to check it out."
"Sounds reasonable. I have never had a vacation, or a trip, or an
airplane ride. This is something special for me. And, Ry, I really
want to see Mom and Dad. I miss them. Sorry, I know that was not a
very thoughtful thing to say, Hon. I know that you miss them more
than I do."
"I miss them, sure. But I have been to Florida many times. I have
flown all over the world, and I have had vacations since I was a
little boy. But this is special for you, and that makes it special
for me. We probably both miss Mom and Dad about the same. We can't
let them know that when we talk with them. Mom will get upset. So
think about what you are going to say and keep a stiff upper lip.
You know, Sean, they love you very much and I am sure they miss you
as much as they miss me."
"Thanks for saying that, Hon, but I suspect that although they love
me a great deal, they love you more. After all, you are their son
and I am like a son-in-law."
"No, I don't think they feel that you are only a son-in-law. No way!
They think of you as a son. And they love you as much as they love
me, because they know how much you love me, and how much I love you.
So for now, let's leave it that way."
"Okay. You want any more eggs, or anything?"
I smiled and looked at him with such pleasure. I reached for his
hand and held it in mine, rubbing my thumb on the top of his hand. I
knew this was dangerous, but I had to do it. Then I kissed his hand
lightly.
"I'm done; you can finish what's left, Baby."
Sean dug into the remains of the breakfast while I went to get a
refill of coffee. I was still watching his every move, marveling at
his grace and beauty. Finally he noticed my stare and smiled at me,
well it was almost a grin.
"What are you looking at, Ry?" he asked with a giggle.
"I...I was looking at you. You are so beautiful, so sexy. You are
graceful in all your movements. And I like to watch you eat; you
enjoy food so much. If I ate as much as you do, I would weigh three
hundred pounds. Would you still love me if I weighed three hundred
pounds?"
"I sure would. We might have to modify our love making a little. I
don't know if I could support your weight on me. I bet we could find
other ways to make love. But, frankly, I am glad that you do not
weigh that much because it is unhealthy. I want you healthy, Hon,
and vigorous and with loads of staying power."
"You are so full of shit. If I weighed three hundred pounds, you
would disappear."
"No I would not. Don't say that. I would stay and I would love you.
I said for better or worse, and I meant that."
"I'm sorry, Baby. I was just trying to be funny, to add a little
humor to the discussion."
"Well, I didn't think it was funny."
"Do you forgive me?"
"Of course. But if you ever say I would leave you for something like
being ill ,or such, I will kick your beautiful ass just before I
fuck you silly."
With that Sean got up from his stool and began to clear the counter
and to put dirty dishes into the dishwasher. I got up and began to
carry things to him. He didn't speak to me and I decided I had
better let him cool off for a bit. Soon the kitchen cleaned and
everything put away.
"Got to get some books. I'll be right back." he told me as he went
to the study.
Luckily I didn't have to go to the study at that time. I got some
stuff out of my attaché case, and sat naked on the sofa, waiting for
him; hoping that he was over the little tiff that we had. When he
came into the room with a pair of sweats on, I realized that it was
going to be a cool study time.
I smiled at him, but he only returned a half-hearted smile. He sat
on the sofa, but not close to me. He had a short fuse that I had to
be aware of and try not to light. He was young and his emotions were
more volatile than mine. I thought about getting into some sweats,
but I quickly decided that I wouldn't play his game. I pulled my
legs up and pushed my back into the side of the sofa. Taking my
planning book, I began to sketch in what I planned to do in the next
week.
Sean sat stiffly on the far side of the sofa away from me. He had a
book in his hands, but I was aware that he wasn't reading. Keeping
at my task, I only looked at him with sideways peeks. I wanted to
smile, but I didn't, as I noticed that he had moved just a little
way toward me. Lesson planning had never been so difficult. Sean
held his book in his right hand and stretched out his left hand,
hoping, I think, that he would be able to touch my thigh, but he
couldn't. I turned slightly so that more of my thigh was toward him
and waited.
I felt Sean move closer to me. I moved again, my right thigh up
against the back of the sofa, my left leg bent under me. My private
parts were very much available.
I almost jumped out of my skin when I felt his warm hand gently
graze my thigh. I think my cock jumped a little, and with all my
will power and thoughts of difficult mathematical problems, I willed
my cock to behave. Sean moved closer, now his back was almost in my
lap. I couldn't take it any longer, I reached out and pulled him to
me, my planning book falling to the floor and his book following. He
was close to me now, his back against my naked chest. I kissed his
ear and whispered to him.
"Thank you for not staying angry with me. I really am sorry that I
upset you. I love you so much, Baby. I was dying to grab you and
pull you to me, but I decided that you would have to let me know
that you were ready to be my friend again, to really forgive me. I
love you, Sean. Please don't ever forget that. We may disagree, as
we just did, but I didn't stop loving you, not for a second. Did you
stop loving me?"
He turned and was in my arms, kissing me gently on my face.
"No, no. I never stopped loving you. I was just pissed and wanted to
make you feel as pissed off as I was. So I did this stupid thing,
you know, the sweats, sitting away from you. It was the most
difficult thing I have ever done. I wanted to be in your arms, to
have you love me. I have been such a fool."
I didn't reply, but instead, pulled his sweatshirt up over his head
and exposed his naked torso. Then I took my hands and pushed down on
his sweat bottoms. He helped me by picking up his butt so that I
could slip off his sweatpants. He kicked them away from us. Now
naked, too, we simply snuggled together, luxuriating in the touch of
body to body. There was no sex; just the peaceful knowledge that we
were here together and in love.
Without wanting to, we both fell asleep.
********
I don't know how long we slept,
but the phone ringing awakened me . Sean just snuggled more into me,
his head resting on my chest. I kissed his curly blond head, and
without moving too much, I reached for the phone.
''Hello, Taylor-Kelly residence. Ryan Taylor speaking."
"Hey, big guy. Greg, here, Just wanted to check to see that you two
lovebirds got home safely."
"We're fine. Got here late yesterday afternoon. Thanks for
everything you two guys did for us. It made coming home pleasant."
"Forget it, Ryan; you know that Rog and I love both of you guys.
Hell, we think of you two as our brothers. How's that beautiful
partner of yours?"
"He's asleep, his head is resting on my chest. I'll wake him."
"Don't do that, let the poor guy sleep."
"Okay. How's Rog?"
"He's fine. Right now he is at State doing something with the
electronic pianos. Boy, does he hate those things. He says they
sound like shit. I told him I had never heard shit so I couldn't
agree or disagree with him. He didn't like that comment. Look, Ryan,
when lover boy wakes up tell him I said "Hello". "Hello', too from
Rog. I'll let you go now."
"Just a minute, Greg, have you and Rog discussed coming to Florida
with Sean and me during break? I know you have to use your vacation
time, so we want to arrange things to accommodate you. Rog, Sean and
I have a month off, but I know that you don't."
"As a matter of fact, we have discussed it. Right now we're thinking
about seven to ten days. That's about the maximum I can ask for at
work. How does that sound to you?"
"Fine, we want to go to Florida and have some fun, but we also want
to get back here and have a couple of weeks to ourselves. Sean has
to really practice for the concert, too. So a week to ten days would
be super. I know that will be fine with Sean. You know, of course,
that my parents will want us to stay the entire break, but I will
make it clear to them when they call tomorrow that it's just for a
week and not more than ten days. It will be fine."
"Thanks, buddy. I will tell Rog about our conversation and if he has
any problems, he'll call you later today. I will make sure it's not
too late because I know you two need your sleep. Bye," was Greg's
laughing end to our conversation.
Greg's laughing ended our conversation. I reached to replace the
receiver and as I did, Sean stirred. He opened his eyes and looked
at me. He turned and pushed me onto my back, covering me with his
body. His lips sought mine and we enjoyed a passionate kiss.
"What a wonderful way to awaken, Ry, seeing you here, being in your
arms. Hmmm, it feels so good, so perfect."
He rolled away from me and got up from the sofa. He headed to the
bathroom. I didn't follow him, as I had no need to use the bathroom
at that moment. I heard the flush of the toilet and he was back,
climbing on me again, and flashing that wonderful smile.
"We didn't get much work done, did we. Suppose we have to try again,
don't we? You know, Hon, I would rather make love than do school
work. How about you?"
"Sounds like a reasonable suggestion. But first, Greg called while
you were asleep. He and Rog want to come to Florida with us for a
week to ten days. Greg can't get anymore time off from work than
that. I told him it would be fine with us. I hope I was right."
"You were. I need to get back to practice for the concert. I'll only
have about a month. I don't even know yet what piece they will want
me to play. I hope it's one that I know."
"Maybe Rog knows by now. After dinner tonight we can call him to
find out."
II
"Ry, I was thinking. What time
does the bank close?"
"Today is Friday, so the bank is open until eight," I told him.
"Do you think I should deposit the check and stuff like that. I
might like a little cash. What do you think?" he asked.
"That's a great idea. Let's get dressed, go to the bank, take care
of business there, and then go out to dinner. Maybe Ranaldi's or
whatever. You select the restaurant, and you, my well-heeled lover,
can pick up the tab."
"Sorry, no can do. We get our meals free at Ranaldi's, remember. We
would have to go out of town, if you want your rich, sexy lover to
pick up the tab," he said with his famous giggle.
"Crap! Forgot that. Well, look, let's do the banking, get some cash
for you and a checking account, and that stuff, and then we can
decide on dinner. And Sean, let's wear our oldest, scruffiest
clothes to the bank."
"Why do we want to do that?"
"Because I want to see their faces drop and then light up when you
hand them a cashier's check for over two million dollars. It should
be fun."
"You're a devil, Ryan Taylor. I love it. Let's play it to the hilt.
Come on, Baby, let's get dressed."
We hurried to the bedroom and dressed in our grungiest jeans and
worn, unattractive shirts. Our oldest sneakers completed our attire.
We stopped at the closet and selected our most worn overcoats. We
had begun to leave when it suddenly dawned on Sean that we didn't
have the check. He hurried to the bedroom and got it out of his
dress coat's inside pocket where it had held court since he received
it. Laughing, we left for the bank.
We took the Rover, but decided to park somewhere away from the bank,
as we did not wish to have the Rover reveal us as clients with
money. Lighthouse Savings Bank had a reputation for hard-nosed
customer service. It is a funny thing that a bank only wants
customers who don't need money. I had selected this bank because I
knew that most of the money would be withdrawn shortly after we
spoke to Dan. There really wasn't much choice in the small town
where the campus was located. I always thought that the bank took
care of the financial needs of students because they had the
college's very large accounts. Many of the endowments and
scholarships were also there.
I was having a ball; and for Sean, it was a wonderful adventure. I
wondered if I might be recognized, but I hoped I could stay far
enough behind him so that I wouldn't be noticed. The bank president,
Seymour Curtis, had a reputation as a bigot. He was harsher with
blacks, but stories had it that he wouldn't do bank business with
homosexuals or atheists. I was sure that we would find out today. I
had an account here simply because I was a faculty member at State.
Ironically, I don't think I had been in the bank three times in the
last seven years. I was here when I opened the account, one other
time to get an ATM card, and a third time over an error in
accounting. My salary is direct deposit; I bank on-line or write an
occasional check so I normally do go to the bank. I really doubted
that anyone would know who I was.
Before we went into the bank I told Sean that I might hug him, even
give him a kiss. I was sure to keep my arms around him as much as
possible and I would stroke his body freely except I would stay away
from his ass and crotch. He thought it was great, increasing the
notion of adventure.
Once in the lobby, we had only a short wait to go to a teller. Her
nameplate told us that her name was Norma Fischer. She was a woman
of indeterminate age, but my guess would be she was in her late
fifties. She looked at us with disdain, but asked,
"May I help you, young man?" I chose that moment to lean close to
Sean and kiss him on the cheek. He responded by kissing me back.
Norma was not pleased.
"I would like to open an account. Is that possible?" he asked as he
stroked my back.
"I can't do that for you, but if you wait a moment, I will see if
Mr. Curtis can see you to take care of your request. Excuse me for a
moment."
She left the window and walked to the largest desk in the room and
spoke briefly to a middle-aged, balding, very overweight man. I
would estimate his age at about forty to forty-five. It was
difficult to tell because of the expanse of flesh. He had tiny lips,
which were tightly drawn. He looked our way with a piercing look.
Norma returned to the window and said that Mr. Curtis would see us
immediately. I thought, 'That son-of-a-bitch just wants us out of
his bank. No faggots to contaminate his business.' Sean followed
Norma and I followed him.
When we arrived at Curtis' desk, he glared at us and did not smile.
Sean smiled widely at him, and turned and kissed me on the cheek.
Curtis almost fell out of his chair.
"Just sit down, you two. Just what did you have in mind for an
account?"
Sean was silent for a moment, then took my hand into his and stroked
it as he told Curtis, "Well, I would want a checking account, a
savings account, maybe an investment account. I'm not sure. What can
you offer me?"
Curtis coughed, smiled a cold knowing smile, and told Sean, "You
have to understand that we don't set up accounts such as you
request. You have to understand that a young man such as you
couldn't have the funds available to do all of those things. I'm
afraid we can't help you. Perhaps a large bank in Boston, or a
larger city than this, would be willing to do that for you. Now is
there anything else?"
"Just one question. Are you giving me all this bullshit because you
don't like the way I am dressed? Or maybe you don't like to do
business with faggots? Is that it? I don't know who you think you
are, but I would imagine that your Board of Directors would not be
happy to know that you turned down a very large deposit because you
didn't like the looks of the customer, or you don't like doing
business with homosexuals. Listen carefully, Mr. Curtis, I would
advise you to get the necessary paperwork here at your desk and we
start the paperwork, or I will have my attorney contact the
president of your Board of Directors and have a little chat with
him. Now you can make the choice, but I would appreciate it, sir, if
you would take care of this matter quickly as I have a number of
other matters to which I must attend."
Seymour Curtis' jaw had dropped during Sean's magnificent speech. He
looked with total disbelief at us, wiped the perspiration from his
face, hurriedly got up, and waddled off to get the paperwork.
"Sean, Baby, you were outstanding. I'm so proud of you. You know,
Baby, you never cease to amaze me. You have him right where you want
him. Don't ease up. The bastard deserves to squirm. I'd like to
punch him in his fat face."
"Cool it, Hon. No violence will be necessary. I still don't think he
believes me. Wait until I show him the check. That should be fun."
A somewhat flustered Seymour Curtis returned to the desk. He was
angry as hell, but he kept it under control. It was obvious from
watching him that he was ready to explode. I smiled at him as I
asked,
"Do you have anything to say to us before we begin. You should know
that we are a couple and will expect both of our names on all
accounts. Will that be a problem?"
"A couple?" What do you mean, a couple."
"Well, it's like this, we are married, at least in Vermont we are
recognized as a civil union. We live together and we love each
other. That make sense to you, sir? asked Sean.
"I see no problem with two names on all the accounts. You should
talk with your attorney about how it would be handled in case of
death."
"We will be seeing him soon and will certainly take that matter up
with him. Now, what's next?" asked a smiling Sean.
"Let's see. We will need names and addresses, and how much you wish
to deposit, and into what kind of accounts. That should take care of
most of it."
Sean smiled a crafty little grin and handed Curtis the check. "We
are not sure about how we want to divide the check. Perhaps you
might make suggestions."
Seymour Curtis had not heard Sean's comment. He just stared at the
check, which he held in his shaking hand. His mouth had dropped open
and the color had drained from his flabby face.
Finally he spoke, "Ah, Mr. Kelly, please, excuse anything I said, or
did, that might have offended you. I am here to provide the best
service to you and your partner. Mr. Kelly, would you like a cup of
coffee, or something to eat, while we work on this matter?" His
voice shaking so violently that he could hardly get out the message.
He pushed a button on his phone and immediately a lovely young lady,
obviously his secretary appeared as his desk.
"Yes, Mr. Curtis."
"Alicia, please get some coffee and soda, and something to nibble
on. We have a lot to do, and I don't want Mr. Kelly and his partner
to get bored, or hungry. Quickly now."
"Yes, sir," and saying that, Alicia hurried away to do Curtis'
bidding.
"Now, Mr. Kelly, this cashier's check is in the amount of two
million one hundred eighty-seven thousand four hundred and
ninety-three dollars and fifty cents. That's a great deal of money.
So what are your ideas about how to divide it?" he asked.
"I would like my checking account to have...just a moment. Ry, what
would you consider a reasonable amount?"
"Hmmm, maybe fifty thousand dollars."
"That's cool. Do that Mr. Curtis."
"Certainly."
"And how much in the savings account, Ry?"
"How about one hundred thousand dollars?"
"I like that. Do that Mr. Curtis."
"Certainly, Mr. Kelly."
"You will need some checks written, one for fifty thousand dollars
for Father O'Rourke. You should probably start the fund for Aunt
Emily with fifty thousand dollars. And there's the scholarship fund
honoring your senior English teacher, Grace Foster; you said you
would start that with fifty thousand dollars."
"Right. Mr. Curtis, I will need three cashier's checks for fifty
thousand dollars each. I will call you with the exact names that I
want on the checks. I want another check made to the order of Mr.
and Mrs. Gerald Taylor for fifty thousand dollars," I added.
"Certainly, Mr. Kelly. That still leaves a very large amount."
"Sean, why the check for Mom and Dad? I don't understand," I asked.
"That's the first payment for a trip around the world. There's
plenty more when they need it. Just relax."
"Mr. Curtis, I also wish that fifty thousand dollars be deposited
into Mr. Ryan Taylor's checking account. Additionally, I want one
hundred thousand dollars deposited into Mr. Ryan Taylor's savings
account."
"Just a minute, Sean. What's that all about?"
"It's nothing; I just want to have some cash around in case we need
it for the cabin, or travel, or whatever. Relax."
"I have all that, Mr. Kelly."
"Ry, how much should I get in cash? I want some cash around so that
I can pay for things."
"I don't know; how about a couple of thousand dollars?"
"Mr. Curtis, I would like three thousand dollars in cash."
"Certainly, Mr. Kelly, and in what denominations would you like that
three thousand dollars?"
"I want one thousand dollars in hundreds; one thousand dollars in
fifties, five hundred dollars in twenties, two hundred dollars in
tens, two hundred fifty dollars in fives, and fifty dollars in ones.
I think that makes three thousand, doesn't it?"
"You are absolutely correct, Mr. Kelly."
"I want a check made payable to Sean Kelly and Ryan Taylor for one
million dollars. The balance of six hundred eighty-seven thousand
four hundred ninety-three dollars, I want put in a money market
account in the names of Sean Kelly and Ryan Taylor. I think that
takes care of everything, doesn't it, Mr. Curtis?
"Yes, it certainly does. I will need some identification and your
signature. I will process everything except the three fifty thousand
checks which I will include in your own checking account making that
account two hundred thousand dollars. Does that meet with your
approval?"
"No, just a minute. Please put the other fifty thousand earmarked
for the Taylor's in my checking account also; that will make it two
hundred fifty thousand dollars. That will take care of it all."
"Just a minute, Mr. Curtis. Could you give us a few minutes to
chat?" I said.
"Of course, Mr. Taylor. If I might see an ID of some sort, and if
you would endorse the check, Mr. Kelly, I can begin this process.
Oh, and I need an address and your social security number. Mr.
Kelly, do you wish to have an ATM card, and what about a Credit
Card?"
"I'll let you know about that after Mr. Taylor and I chat. Here's my
college ID, and this is my social security number. Now, could we
have a moment of privacy?" asked Sean.
Curtis waddled away, his excitement showing in the happy way he
moved from side to side, glowing as it were. When he reached the
tellers and spoke to Norma Fischer, she glanced at us and grabbed
the counter, realizing, I imagine, that she might have put her job
in jeopardy with her rudeness.
"Okay, Sean, what is all this all about? What's all this money that
you are putting into my accounts, and why?"
"I told you. I want some money around in case we need it. But the
real reason, Hon, is that I love you. Ry, I just want to share my
good fortune with the person I most love in the whole world. You
have to let me do this for you. Please. Don't make a fuss about it.
I have so much money that the little that I gave to you is almost an
insult. I want you to know, Hon, that's all changing when I get into
my will and trusts, and that stuff."
"But Sean..."
"No buts, Hon. I have the only butt you are to take care of. Just
relax and think about a great place to go for dinner. Maybe Rog,
Greg, Cathy and Janet could join us. And, Ry, I will be able to pay
the bill and leave the tip."
"Sean, Baby, no wonder I love you. You are more excited about
picking up the tab for dinner than giving away hundreds of thousands
of dollars. You, my precious lover, are magnificent."
"Shucks, pardner, jus' a hard workin' cowpoke."
I kissed Sean quickly on his cheek, and as unobtrusively as possible
I gave his beautiful ass a thorough feel, and I enjoyed squeezing
his semi-erect penis. He just smiled at me.
"And that, Hon, is why I love you," he said as he gave my ass a
hearty feel, and my now almost-erect penis a thorough squeeze.
Mr. Curtis returned with a mass of paperwork. We spent the next
half-hour signing papers. Sean's checking account would not be ready
until tomorrow; they would order the checks by phone and they would
be rushed here tomorrow by next day Fed Ex. I got an update of my
two accounts; the amounts blew my mind. Sean's cash was delivered in
a lovely zippered purse-like bag. His savings account, money market
account. and the million-dollar check were ready. He had a receipts
for all the deposits. I thought everything was in great shape. But
Sean had other ideas.
"Ry, please help me count the cash. I want to be sure that it is
accurate."
Curtis squirmed a little and his face reddened a little from anger,
not from embarrassment. He told Sean that he was sure that it was
accurate.
"It's not that I distrust you, Mr. Curtis. It's just that I was
always taught to count your money before you left the bank. That's
all I want to do."
During the exchange between Sean and Curtis, I had been busily
counting money. I was through the hundreds and nearly finished with
the fifties. Sean began on the twenties and I grabbed the tens and
fives. In a short time we had counted it all, and it was accurate.
"Mr. Kelly, I want to thank you for using our bank. If there is
anything we can do for you, please let us know. And Mr. Taylor,
thank you, too. Now you have no need to call me with names since we
have put all that cash in your checking account."
"Yes, I understand. At the moment I don't need, or want, an ATM card
or a credit card, but I will keep in touch. Is there anything else
we have to do, or can we leave?" said Sean..
"Everything is in order. Thank both of you again." said the smiling
Curtis. His bank now had over a million dollars to invest and make
money from. How un-poetic.
As soon as we were in the Rover, Sean pulled me into his arms and
gave me a breath-stopping kiss.
"Man, I feel like a million bucks," he told me with a giggle.
"Well, crap head, you are more than a million bucks. I love you for
another reason, Sean. You are so regular; there isn't a snobby bone
in your body. God, you are so wonderful."
"Shut up and kiss me, Hon. Then we can call Rog, Greg, Cathy and
Janet. Let's ask them to meet us at Ranaldis at 7:30 - no excuses.
And, Hon, tell them that I am paying and I don't want to hear
anymore about it. Jeeze, I can actually pay for it."
Just then a breathless Seymour Curtis was rapping on the door
window. I rolled it down. He was so breathless that he couldn't
speak for a minute.
"I think...I think you forgot something, Mr. Kelly."
Curtis reached through the window and handed Sean the purse-like bag
which contained his three thousand dollars in cash and his check for
one million dollars. I was completely taken aback. Sean just laughed
loudly.
"Not to worry, Mr. Curtis, it's just one of my crap head moves. I am
sorry that you had to chase after me. Thanks very much."
"No problem, Mr. Kelly. Have a pleasant evening," said Curtis as
Sean started the Rover. Curtis waved after us as we drove down the
street and back to our townhouse.
On the way, I called Rog, Greg, Cathy and Janet. All of them were
excited to join us at the restaurant. I also called the restaurant
for reservations. Tony Ranaldi told me we would have the best table
in the house. We arrived at the townhouse just about the time I had
finished calling. We ran to the door of the townhouse and were in
the living room in seconds.
"Well, Hon, do we take a shower before we change our clothes. Do we
make love and then take a shower? Or do we just change our clothes
and go to the restaurant? I can get some reading done and you could
get back to lesson planning," said a smiling Sean.
"What do you think, Baby. Let's go to the bedroom and think about
it." I said with a laugh.
Hand in hand we walked to the bedroom. Sean turned and faced me. He
kissed me lightly on my lips. I pulled him to me with strength and
lust. He kissed me deeply and I returned his kiss. We had made our
decision. It would be lovemaking, then a shower, and then dinner
with our friends.
The lovemaking was awesome, the shower delightful, and dinner was
yet to come. Dinner was to be a kind of reunion with some of our
best friends.
We could hardly wait.
To be continued...
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