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

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Chapter 48

[Ryan narrates].

I was awakened by a numbness in my arm. Sean had been asleep on my chest and arm. I leaned down and kissed him, hoping I might awaken him, but he continued to sleep the sleep of innocence. I had to move so I pulled my arm from under him. He rolled away from me. I looked at the clock as I rubbed some circulation into my arm. Still he slept.

It was now ten o'clock. I decided to get the pork chops ready for cooking. I wanted to mix some dressing, cut the chops so that they had a pocket and then stuff the dressing into them. It was a simple procedure and I accomplished it without making too much noise. I got all the other ingredients ready. I also placed the chops in a baking dish, covered them with plastic wrap and put them in the refrigerator. I did the same with the other ingredients.

After I quietly cleaned up everything, I went back into the living room and walked to the sofa. I looked down at him, realizing again how beautiful he was. My heart fluttered as I lay next to him, lightly stroking his face with the back of my hand. He moaned. I leaned and kissed him on the nose. He opened one eye and looked at me.

"What time is it?" he wanted to know.

"It's almost 10:30." I replied.

"Please come here, I need a hug and a kiss," he said with a yawn.

I pulled him to me and kissed him on the lips. He pulled me more tightly and whimpered as we continued to kiss. He broke the kiss to say to me,

"Ry, I love you so much. I want this Christmas to be the best, the happiest you have ever known."

"How could it be anything else, Baby, you are here with me and that is all that I need or want," I whispered in his ear and kissed him again with gentleness and love.

"I suppose we should get ready, don't you think?" he said.

"Yeah. Think we can take a shower together or should we take them separately? I'm not sure I can keep my hands off you, Baby. We should save our lovemaking until after the services," I told him.

"You're right, Ry, but I wouldn't mind making love right this minute. I'll take my shower first, then you can take yours. I need to shave, too, and I know you will want to also. Then we can decide on what to wear, have a sandwich and get to St. Clement's no later than 11:30 or so, because we will want good seats for the Mass. I'm off, Hon," he said to me as he hurried to the bathroom. I enjoyed watching him hurry away because his ass was so tempting.

I decided that while I waited, I would get some other things ready for our midnight dinner. I set the dining room table with our best china and some holiday linens. Then made sure that there were candles. I set wineglasses out along with water goblets and a crystal tumbler for Sean's milk.

I had just finished with my job when Sean came wandering into the kitchen. He looked rested and comfortable in his bath towel. He came over and gave me a peck on the cheek.

"So, whatca' been doin'?" he asked with a smile that took my breath away.

"Not much, Baby, just getting some things together for dinner when we return from Mass. You have anything in particular you want for a veggie?"

"Well, a salad would be nice, and maybe some green beans or spinach. What do you want?" he asked.

"What I want, Baby, I will have to wait for until we hit the hay, as they say. I am sure you understand," I said with a laugh.

"Go take a cold shower, Hon. You can't have me yet. By the way, the feeling is mutual. Hurry, Hon, I will make us a tuna sandwich. Is that okay?"

"Super, Baby. Maybe a coke, or whatever. There are some chips in the cabinet over the refrigerator. There's also a variety of pickles. Surprise me," I told him with a hug and a peck on the forehead. I hurried to the bathroom to shower and shave.

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[Sean narrates].

I opened one of the large cans of tuna, drained it, and put it into a bowl. I seasoned it with some chopped onion, green pepper, and celery. I got some lettuce, washed it carefully, and dried it. I found the mayo in the fridge and spooned some into the tuna salad makings. I mixed the tuna thoroughly, but was careful not to turn the tuna up into a mush. Then I got bread from the bread box, whole wheat for both of us. I slathered some mayo on all the slices of bread, piled on the tuna salad, added the lettuce, put the top slice on, and finally cut the sandwich into halves. I placed them on a nice luncheon plate, found the chips and loaded some of them onto the plate. I selected some kosher dill pickles and added a couple to each plate. I was getting out the coke when Ry came back into the kitchen. He was wearing his towel just as I was. We sat at the counter across from each other.

"It looks good, Sean. Thanks for doing this. Before we eat, I would like to offer grace. Is that okay with you?" he asked.

"Of course it's okay. I remember saying grace when Mom and Dad were alive. Your Mom and Dad always say grace. Go on." I bowed my head and waited. Ry reached across the counter and took my hands into his, then he smiled at me and began,

"Heavenly Father, thank You for providing us with some of the bounty of this wonderful world You have created. We want You to know that we love You, dear Lord, and we thank You for all the things You have provided for us. But on this special night celebrating the birth of Your Son, Jesus Christ, we especially want to thank You for allowing us to love each other. We hope that our lives will bring honor to You and Your Son. I love Sean deeply and with great tenderness and I know that he loves me in return. Bless us, dear Lord, and bless my mother and father and Sean's aunt, Emily. Also, bless our special friends, Roger and Greg. Keep Cathy and Janet safe on their trip, and grant a safe trip for us as we travel to Florida to be with our parents. We ask this in Jesus' name, Amen.

"Ry, that was beautiful!"

"I really felt it, Sean, deeply in my heart and soul. Now let's eat."

We enjoyed our late night lunch before Midnight Mass, laughed a great deal as we got dressed. We both wore gray trousers, light blue shirts, maroon ties, and blue sport coats. Both of us put on dark socks and black loafers. We decided not to take an overcoat, hoping that we wouldn't have far to walk and therefore not get too cold.

Ry checked everything; turning off the tree lights and the other decorations throughout the house. He double-checked the oven to be sure the start time was correct, and then armed the alarm system as we left. We got into the Rover for the short drive to St. Clement's. When we arrived, the parking lot was already filling up. I parked as close to the door as possible, and we got out and walked to the church.

Inside, the church was filled with candles and flowers. It was beautiful. The crèche to the left of the altar was lovely in its simplicity. An usher led us to our seats near the front of the church. We both knelt, privately praying, but I surmised we were praying for the same thing. The organist was playing a prelude, which made me feel a deep connection to God. When I finished, I sat back in the pew; and as Ryan sat back, he reached down and took my hand. We glanced at each other and then sat quietly listening to the music. The altar boys were moving about the altar performing last-minute duties. I felt peace and joy, and was overcome by emotion.

Soon the choir began singing Christmas carols. Finally, as they began to sing "O, Holy Night", the procession came down the center aisle toward the altar. Father Jim was resplendent in his golden vestments and carried the statue of the baby Jesus. As he passed us, he smiled and blessed us. Even though we were standing, Ry still held my hand. I didn't worry or care if anyone noticed.

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[Ryan narrates].

I couldn't believe how emotional I became when we entered the church. The decorations for Christmas were lovely. The atmosphere made me feel closer to God. After the usher seated us and we had prayed, we sat back in the pew. I needed to touch my lover, to feel connected to him. I reached down and took his hand in mine. I felt his warmth and my body relaxed. I looked over at him and he smiled that wonderful smile and I knew in that instance that we were truly meant to spend our lives together, and hopefully a loving God would let us be together in the afterlife.

I had enjoyed listening to the Christmas carols, but when the choir began to sing "O Holy Night", I was really moved. As Father Jim passed us in his golden vestments, he turned, smiled, and blessed us. At that moment, Sean squeezed my hand, and I had a lump in my throat. This evening would be powerful for me.

When the procession reached the altar, Father Jim placed the baby Jesus in the crèche. After preliminaries of the Mass, it was time for the Gospel. Father Jim held the Book of Gospels high over his head and walked across the chancel showing it to all those present. He then carried it to the lectern, where the altar boys, carrying candles, took up their positions on either side. With the completion of the acclamations, Father Jim began to read the Christmas Gospel.

After the Gospel reading, Father Jim wished everyone a Merry Christmas and then began his homily. It was a meaningful talk. Essentially he told the congregation that we all had to love each other. He went on to say that Almighty God showed pure love when He sent His only Son to us so that He could save us from our sins.

He continued admonishing us to demonstrate that kind of unselfish love for each other. Love, he told us, is the key to everything good. He told those gathered not to squander love. It is too precious to waste. Love will win out if we give it a chance. I was deeply moved and I wanted to take Sean into my arms. I wanted to tell him how much I loved him, that I would sacrifice everything for him, but I could not do that in the middle of the Mass. The homily finished, the Mass moved to the Offertory. The ushers began the collection and as Sean and I had discussed how much we had to be thankful for in the past months, we decided to write a check for two thousand dollars as our contribution to St. Clement's and Father Jim.

As Father Jim waited to begin the Offertory, all the lights in the church were extinguished and the choir began to sing "Silent Night." Starting at the rear of the church, four altar boys, carrying candles, began their slow walk down the center aisle, lighting the small white candles held by the churchgoers who were standing at the end of the pews. That person, in turn, lighted the candle of the parishioner standing next to him, and then it continued person to person across the pew. Following in the possession was a couple, one carrying the unconsecrated wine, the other the unconsecrated bread. As the procession moved down the aisle, the candlelight moved from the back of the church to the altar, symbolizing that Jesus is the Light of the World. When the light got to the altar, the church was suddenly filled with a blaze of illumination. My heart was beating rapidly, and my emotions were building. When I looked at Sean, I almost lost it, as a couple of tears were slowly moving down his face. But he saved me when he smiled at me. I knew from his tears that he was as moved as I was.

The Mass proceeded and, after the Lord's Prayer, it was time for the Rite of Peace. Father Jim asked the congregation to offer each other a sign of peace. Many people shook each other's hands and some couples kissed. What was I to do? I took Sean's hands in mine, but didn't kiss him on the lips. Instead I kissed him on both cheeks as many people do, and told him softly as I did, that I loved him. He then did the same for me. We shook hands with others, and then I saw Aaron Boyle who is on staff at State. He reached for my hands and kissed me on both cheeks, I returned the sign of peace.

It was now time for Holy Communion. Father Jim and three Eucharistic Ministers came to the front of the church and began to distribute Holy Communion Wafers and Consecrated Wine. Rows of parishioners began an orderly movement to receive their wafer and wine. The rows emptied and then filled as communicants returned to their seats. I was tense waiting for our turn. Then the usher was at our pew; I stood and stepped into the aisle, Sean followed me out of the pew, but I let him precede me down the aisle. We had talked earlier about things I might want to remember about the manner in which to receive the Eucharist. We both had our hands clasped in reverence, and moved slowly to the front of the church. Sean stood in front of Father Jim and waited. Father Jim motioned me forward and I stood next to Sean. Father Jim placed a sacred host in my hands and then in Sean's hands. We both placed the host in our mouths and blessed ourselves. We moved to the side, but did not partake of the wine.

I am unable, despite my years of studying English, to find words that are powerful enough to describe the sense of joy that overwhelmed me. As we walked back to our pew, I could feel the tears running down my face. Sean had taken my hand and helped me find my way back to my seat. He hugged me to him, helping me muffle my sobs of joy. He did not let me go until I had some control. He whispered in my ear,

"God has blessed you, Hon. He wants you back. Praise God!"

It seemed only moments later, after the final blessing that the choir began to sing "Hark the Herald Angels Sing" with the bells of the church pealing. Father Jim stopped at our pew as he was leaving the church in the procession. He looked at us, smiled his and said to us,

"God bless you and keep you. May the joy of this season, be yours always."

In unison, we answered, "Amen!"

He moved on, and shortly thereafter we left the church. Neither of us said anything; we were reliving the experience. We quietly walked to our vehicle and got in. Sean started the Rover and drove us toward home. There was continued silence. When we arrived home, we got out of the Rover and walked hand-in-hand to the townhouse. I unlocked the door and we went into the foyer. I closed the door and disarmed the alarm. I looked at Sean. He was standing in the dim light of the living room, smiling broadly at me, but saying nothing. I knew he was waiting for me, so I took a deep breath, and in almost a whisper, told him,

"My beloved, thank you for saving me from myself. What has happened in the last couple of days has been remarkable. What happened tonight when I took Communion, I can't explain. I do know this, my beautiful lover, God took me back and I discovered He never gave up on me as I had on Him. You, my wonderful Sean, became the instrument of His wish to forgive me and to once again make peace between us. If I were to live forever, my darling, I would not be able to repay your love for me. All I can do, Baby, is try to love you each day with all the love I can muster from the deepest recesses of my heart and soul. I ask nothing in return. Thank you, Sean, thank you."

I could see him standing in the shadows of the room, but it was obvious that tears were cascading down his face. He walked back into the entry and to me. He took me into his arms and kissed me softly on the lips. He held me at arm's length, smiled at me, and said,

"Hon, thank you for loving me so much. What happened tonight, and it was spiritual, was of your own doing. It was really between you and God. But, Ryan, I knew that something soul-rending was occurring, and I thanked God that I was there to experience the remarkable coming together of you and God. I think it may have been a miracle. I want you to know that there is one thing you should want from me, dear Ryan. You should want me to always love you as I do now. You have nothing to worry about, though, as I will love you and I will say it even as I draw my last breath. Now, Hon, the smell of those pork chops have me salivating and my guts are growling, so let's get on with our Christmas celebration."

I hugged him to me and smothered him with kisses. I laughed as I told him that I thought I heard some mechanical noise, not realizing that it was our guts rumbling in unison. He laughed and we went to the bedroom and changed our clothes. T-shirts, lounging pants, and barefeet were the choice of the night. I think I kissed Sean three or four times as we undressed and re-dressed. It was strange because at this particular moment, there was nothing sexual about our demonstration of love for each other.

We went to the kitchen where I checked the oven, which held the stuffed pork chops and our baked potatoes. They were perfect. Sean had already begun to heat the string beans in the microwave and I was sautéing almonds for the the string beans. I took some applesauce, which I had made earlier, and put it on the counter. Then I quickly tossed the salad makings together.

I had wanted a little something special for dinner, so I set the dining table with candles, beautiful china and crystal, and handsome place mats. Sean helped by bringing the serving dishes into me. Every time he passed me, we gave each other a short kiss, smiling and enjoying ourselves. The centerpiece was pine bows and holly and candles. In a few short minutes, the table was ready.

"Pretty impressive, Hon. You're spoiling me, you know," he said as he kissed me and gave me a warm hug.

"I doubt it, Baby. You're not the type to be spoiled. You are just too wonderful. God, Sean, I love you so much," I told him.

Wanting to change the emotion of the moment, Sean laughed and said,

"Yes sir, and I love you, too, but at the moment, my guts tell me that food should be the most important item on our list of things to accomplish tonight."

"As usual, Baby, you are right again. You sit, because I want to serve you tonight on this special day. Just get comfortable. Okay?"

"Yes, Hon, I can handle that. But you are spoiling me."

As I left the room and headed to the kitchen, I told Sean, "Baby, one of my favorite things is spoiling you. My major aim in life is to keep you happy."

Sean went to the CD and started the Christmas music. As he returned to the table, I brought in the platter with the chops and potatoes on it. I kissed my lover before I left. I returned with the salad, the green beans, and some dinner rolls. One last trip for a pitcher of milk and the applesauce. I smiled at him as I sat down opposite him at the table.

"Ryan, may I say grace tonight?" he asked.

"Of course, you may, Baby."

"Give me your hands, Ry." Holding hands, and with our heads bowed, Sean began saying his grace,

"Almighty Father, thank you for this food from the wondrous bounty you have supplied for us to choose from. But Dear Lord, we want to especially thank You for bringing Ryan back into Your fold. He is loved by many, but especially by me, and I am forever thankful to You for bringing him back to You. Both of us join in singing Your praises for leading us to each other and for allowing us to know through our love for each other some small understanding of the immensity of Your love for all of us. Bless us, please, Lord. Amen."

I sat there a little dumbfounded by the maturity and the sincerity of the Grace that Sean had given. I didn't speak for a bit, but I knew a tear was running down my face. Sean looked at me and smiled and I felt my body begin to relax again. I swallowed hard and spoke,

"You know, don't you, Sean, that what you just prayed was beautiful. Thank you for being you and for caring about me."

He laughed lightly and told me, "I accept all that, Ry. But you know my guts are still gurgling, so let's have some dinner." and he squeezed my hand tightly.

I began to dish out the food for the two of us, two chops for him, one for me; the larger potato for him, the smaller one for me. I knew he loved green beans amandine, so I gave him an extra large portion. While I did this, he dished out our salads, and placed a hot roll on our bread plates. We began eating, and I couldn't help myself as I kept looking at him and smiling like the infamous Cheshire cat. Finally, he set down his utensils, looked me straight in the eyes, and asked,

"And what, my loving partner, is so amusing? All this smiling at me makes me wonder if I have food all over my face, or what?"

"Nothing like that, Baby, I am just happy to be here with you. It's that simple. Sorry I spoiled your dinner," I stammered and I felt my face getting red.

Getting up from his chair, he came to me, bent down, and kissed me on the forehead. He smiled that delicious smile of his and taking my hand in his, told me,

"You could never spoil my dinner, or anything else, Hon. Here's a Kelly kiss to hold you over until after dinner. And remember we both get to open one Christmas gift tonight. I won't give in on that point. And then we can do whatever will make you happy. Hmm, by the wicked smile, Ry, I know what you have in mind. You know what, Hon, I'm thinking along those lines, too. Now let's finish dinner."

He returned to his place and we finished dinner quietly. I gathered up the dishes and went into the kitchen and returned with the pork pie. I got a skeptical look from Sean when I set the pie on the table.

"Hmm, so this is that 'tortkay' thing? Looks just like a pie. So what else?" he asked.

"Some great dill pickles and a hot cup of coffee. Are you up to drinking a cup of coffee with me? The caffeine will probably keep you awake later tonight."

"If that's a promise, then I will gladly drink a cup or two of coffee. I wouldn't mind staying awake for a while tonight. I guess I could find something to do with all that sleepless time."

Without meaning to, I guffawed which caused him to break into uncontrolled laughter. We laughed until tears were sliding down our faces. There followed some coughing and gasping as we both tried to collect ourselves and return to some semblance of control. I finally said to him,

"Baby, I have some plans for those long periods of sleeplessness."

As usual he smiled at me, and told me,

"Just let me imagine how we will use up all that wakefulness. Let's eat this 'tortkay' thing. And don't forget the coffee."

I kissed him on the top of his head and went to the kitchen for the dill pickles and the coffee. I also brought a pitcher of milk and a glass, just in case. I placed the items on the table, and pulled the pie toward me so that I could cut it. I had placed the pie in the warm oven while we ate our dinner. It was perfect for eating. I cut Sean and myself a large piece of the pie. I put a large dill pickle on each plate and handed one to Sean. I poured both of us coffee and pushed the creamer and sugar to him. He frowned and asked,

"Wouldn't it be better if I had it black?"

"Don't think so, Baby."

"Why not?"

"I think you would spit it out or maybe be sick to your stomach. The cream and sugar would make it more palatable. But it's your coffee."

"Guess I'll take your advice, Hon." With that he poured a liberal amount of cream into his coffee followed by a couple of heaping spoonfuls of sugar. He stirred it slowly, and placed the teaspoon on the saucer. He picked up the fork and cut through the crust and into the filling and bottom crust. He smiled at me, then slowly he lifted the fork to his mouth, hesitated, and finally put the pie into his mouth, and slid the fork out. I waited patiently as he chewed and swallowed.

"Wow! This 'tortkay' is delicious. I like this tradition. Let's make this a part of our holidays in the future. Thanks for teaching me about one of your family traditions. Sadly, I don't have any to share," he said with a sadness in his voice he couldn't hide.

"Sean, let's make our own traditions. You like this one and so do I, so we'll keep it. We want to open one gift on Christmas Eve, so that's our own tradition. I know we will have others; the thing about a tradition is remembering it and being sure that you observe it each year. We'll do fine," I assured him and I took his hand in mine and held it tightly.

"You made a sad moment into a happy one for me, Hon. You always do. That's just one small reason why I care so much about you. I guess I think we fit together as if we were made to be together in all ways. I love you."

We looked at each other smiling and continued eating the 'tortkay'. Once finished, we hurriedly cleared the table. "Thank the Lord for our shiny dishwashing machine.' I thought. As Sean brought the soiled dinnerware to me, I loaded the dishwasher. There were only a few pieces of bone to discard, and with the exception of the rolls, applesauce, and the tourtiére, there were no leftovers. The applesauce and the pork pie were placed in the refrigerator, the rolls in the breadbox and we were almost done. We sprayed the dining room table with cleaner and soon it shined beautifully. Countertops in the kitchen were also cleaned and shining. I left the coffee on, thinking I might want another cup. As we finished, Sean came behind me and wrapped his arms around me. He kissed the back of my neck, then nibbled on my right ear. Then he licked the inside of my ear with his tongue and I was hard.

He laughed and slid his hands down and began massaging my basket, now hard and ready for action.

"Remember, Hon, no reward until we open one gift. I'll get the one I want you to open and you get one for me. Okay?"

"Do you realize what you are doing to me, Baby? I am so hot for you that I almost can't control myself. But I will, at least until a little later." I went to the tree, and after a few moments of hunting, I returned with the gift I wanted Sean to open. It didn't take him long to find what he wanted me to open.

I handed him his gift and he gave me mine. We were silent for a moment, then he said,

"Merry Christmas, Hon."

"Merry Christmas to you, too, Baby."

He removed the ribbon and gift-wrapping until the box was exposed. He stopped,

"You unwrap yours this far, too. Then we can finish together."

I laughed quietly and looked directly into his eyes. He looked back at me, intent on remaining serious. I was just a little embarrassed that I had taken his comment about finishing together in an entirely different way than he had intended. He smiled weakly, and admonished me,

"Come on, Ry, get your mind out of the bedroom. I simply meant I wanted us to open our gifts at the same time. Gosh, are you just a dirty old man?"

"Sean, please forgive me. It just struck me funny. You must realize where my mind has been for the last few minutes. Am I forgiven?" I asked with great humbleness in my demeanor.

"Of course you are. Now, let's finish opening these gifts," he told me.

I had ripped off the gift-wrapping and the box sat on my lap. We looked at each other and together we lifted the covers from the boxes. I heard Sean gasp and I myself was stunned into silence. I reached with great care into the box and lifted out a beautiful crucifix. It was then that I noticed my hands were shaking. I looked toward Sean, and he was just sitting there, carefully removing the Chopin CD's. When he finally got to the book about Chopin and his life and works, I noticed he was stroking it gently.

His soft voice broke the silence in the room.

"Hon, this is such a wonderful gift. I will cherish these forever, Ry. You know that these help define who I am. I am so pleased." He got to his feet and hurriedly moved to me. I held up my hand to stop him. He looked at me with great hurt in his eyes, so I quickly spoke,

"I just have to say this before you get to me, Baby. I am thunderstruck by this gift. It is the capstone of my day today. It seals my return to God. I can never thank you enough for this gift. It will have a place of honor in our home. Now, come here because I want to thank you properly, just as you want to thank me."

In seconds he was in my arms and our embrace and kisses were filled with a love and a gentleness that bespoke the emotion of the moment.

"I want to go to bed, Hon," he whispered in my ear.

"I'm ready, Baby. Let's get the lights, turn off the coffee, check the alarm, and go to our marriage bed."

That agreed upon, without words, we moved from the darkened living room area to our bedroom. There we would thank each other in the most intimate way two lovers can.

Our love making that Christmas Eve was gentle and slow. We were both tender and demonstrated completely our love for each other. There was no question that we had said 'I love you' in the fullest, most passionate way.

Later, when I was sure that Sean was asleep, I hurriedly filled our stockings, playing my role as Santa.

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Christmas morning dawned clear and cold.

It had snowed a little during the night and so there was a dusting of snow on the trees and lawns. It wasn't a Currier and Ives painting, but it was a wonderful addition to our first Christmas together.

I awoke slowly. I was on my left side and he was snuggled up against my back. He was enjoying the age-old morning curse: the morning hardon; so was I. I needed to use the bathroom to relieve myself, but I hated to move and awaken him. Nevertheless, I slowly moved away from him and was ready to put my legs over the edge of the bed when he touched my naked butt and caressed it. I stopped, turned and climbed back into bed, facing him.

A very sleepy Sean looked at me through heavy eyes. A small smile came over his face. He yawned loudly and then stretched the muscles of his body. I slid under the sheet and drew myself up to him. I kissed him gently on the lips.

"Morning, handsome. Merry Christmas."

He giggled a little, but then said, "Merry Christmas and good morning, sexy."

We both laughed as I pulled him into my arms; our erections rubbing against each other. He threw his leg over me, pulling us closer to each other. I rolled onto my back, and pulled him on top of me. He leaned down and kissed me deeply, sharing his tongue with me. I was suddenly aroused and I wanted him so much. He pulled away and told me,

"Ryan, I love you deeply, but right now I have to relieve the pressure in my bladder or I will piss in the bed and all over you. I know that at one time I thought golden showers were hot and sexy, but not here in our bed. So, move it, Lover."

We extricated ourselves from each other and then hurriedly ran to the bathroom and shared the toilet. After that, we brushed our teeth and headed back into the bedroom. I reached for my bathrobe and was about to put it on when I realized that Sean was back in bed. He was lying on his back, his legs spread wide, and his hard cock lying against his abs. He winked at me, and as he did, he stroked his cock and licked his lips.

My robe fell to the floor and I was immediately on the bed kneeling between my lover's legs. I bent down and began to lick his balls, and then I worked my way up his shaft until I had his cock head in my mouth; my tongue swirling around it. He was moaning and then suddenly he pulled back his legs and held them to his chest. I knew this signal and although I wanted him badly, I also wanted to suck his cock, so I moved into 69 position and we both began sucking cock. It really didn't take long for us to cum, as we were both horny. He started to shoot his load into my throat and mouth, and I reciprocated, filling his mouth and throat full of my warm sperm. When we had sucked every last drop of sweet cum from our cocks, we fell back and got control of our emotions. I felt I had to explain something about the sex we had just had.

"Baby, I know you wanted me to fuck you, but I wanted your essence in my mouth, and I wanted you to taste me, too. I'm sorry that I didn't deliver for you, but I just needed you in another way. I apologize."

"You silly goose, I enjoyed every minute of our lovemaking, and I know that before the day is over, you will fuck me. Right?"

I was laughing now and so was he. "You can count on it!"

He grabbed me by the hand and pulled me into a sitting position on the bed. Leaning in and kisseing me softly, he chuckled a little and said,

"Come on, Hon, let's get going; showers, breakfast and then we open gifts. I'm excited, Ry. Remember, this is my first real Christmas, and you, my lover, are my very best gift"

"Okay, Baby, you take a quick shower and I will start breakfast. You can finish getting breakfast while I shower, then we can eat and get to opening gifts. Love you, Baby."

We both left the bedroom, I headed to the kitchen, stopping to turn on all the Christmas lights. Sean headed into the bathroom for his shower. I reached the kitchen, put on coffee to brew and it was then that it suddenly hit me. This is Christmas and I am letting him take a shower by himself. I hurried, in fact, almost ran to the bathroom. I opened the shower door, climbed in, and took my lover into my arms and began kissing him passionately. He broke our embrace just long enough to say,

"Thank you, Ry. This is what I really wanted. Merry Christmas." I got to my knees intending to show him how he was my very best Christmas gift.

To be continued...

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