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

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Chapter 12

(Ryan narrates)

After making love on the sofa and the floor of the living room, we cherished the moment in each other's arms. Spent from the intensty of our lovemaking, we caught our breath and regained our strength. It was still early in the morning, about six. We cuddled for a while, and then almost as if moved by the same spirit, we decided to shower and get on our way to see Father O'Rourke.

We took a wonderfully long shower together, washing carefully each other's bodies; both of us paying special attention to our genitals, and playfully fingering each other's ass. I was getting very aroused even though I had experienced a major climax only a short time ago. Nonetheless we sucked each other to climax again before finally rinsing off and leaving the shower. We dried off and dressed in warm clothes.

On leaving the cottage to go to breakfast, we were surprised at how cold it was, but we were even more surprised by the snow that had fallen in the night. There was just a dusting, but it added to the glory of the morning, which was clear and promised to be sunny.

In the dining room we both enjoyed a leisurely New England breakfast which would prepare us for the day ahead. While we were waiting for our main course, Sean began to speak,

"If I were honest with you, Hon, I guess I would tell you that I am a little frightened about today. I have thought of a thousand things that it might be, but none of them seem to be that important.

"I thought about the boys, too. You know, wondering how they were, if they were together, if they were receiving good care. It troubles me that we know so little about them or their parents. I get very emotional, or maybe sentimental, when I think of the joy they will bring to our lives. I realize that it's sort of silly for me to get so intense about something we are not even sure will happen.

"I wonder what it will be like to have three active boys in our peaceful household. I think about how our lovemaking will have to have some controls. " I guess," he said with a giggle, "we'll have to learn to control our urges better. Then I worry about whether this is right for us. Do we want to have limits on our lovemaking, our travel, our socializing? Can we have friends over? Can we go around naked? I don't have any answers, Hon, just loads of questions."

I didn't respond, but took a sip of the hot coffee. Sean looked at me, drank some orange juice, and continued:

"But I always come back to the same image, and that's when I realize that the questions don't matter."

I leaned across the table and asked,

"And what's this image?"

He laughed, took my hand, and said to me,

"Well, it has to do with you changing a diaper, or should I say trying to change a diaper. You're doing pretty well, but just as you are about to get the clean diaper on Zachary he suddenly pees and the stream hits you right in the face. You sputter, but don't get angry, even though Jacob, Ethan, Mom, Dad and I are laughing. The two boys are rolling on the floor, but you will not be deterred from your job. You wipe your face, finish the diapering, and as you hand a clean and dry Zach to Mom, you tell everyone, 'There, mission accomplished.'

"I take you into my arms and kiss you tenderly. I smile a knowing smile at you and say, 'There may be other missions tonight. Are you up to them?' You laugh and say, 'Of course I am.' But you also whisper in my ear, 'You will certainly get me up for them, Baby.' I hug you again, and we move into the living room."

I reached across the table and took his hand in mine. I felt so complete, so loved. I wondered now if I had ever imagined that I would feel this way, knowing a true love that grows and matures. Sean's desire for family was so evident, so welcomed. He needed to finally have a family that lived together doing all the normal things that parents do with their kids. He had missed a childhood, had never known the kind of love he wanted to share with the boys and me.

I suddenly realized that as wonderful a person as he was, being a family would add another level of richness to the man I loved. I bent and kissed his hand, looked at him and smiled. My eyes locked on his. He remained quiet, almost understanding the epiphany I had just experienced. Finally after I had been able to swallow the giant lump in my throat, I said to him,

"I love you, Sean Kelly." He smiled again, pulled my hand across the table and kissed it, saying quietly and sincerely,

"And I love you, Ryan Taylor."

Before anything else could be said, our main course for breakfast entree arrived. We had both ordered the same. The menu called it "The West Hill Inn's Hearty Vermont Breakfast". It consisted of three eggs (we both had them sunny-side up), bacon, sausage, hash browns, pancakes with real Vermont maple syrup, fresh fruit, and a choice of toast or English muffin. We both chose English muffin.

I almost laughed aloud when I looked at the platter that was placed before each of us. The food looked wonderful and, in short order as we consumed it all; a verification of how good it was. There was little conversation as we ate, but there was enough to settle on how we planned to use the day.

I wanted to wait a while and enjoy some time together before we left for the half-hour drive to see Father O'Rourke. Sean was more eager than I to get started. I reminded him that we told the good father that we would see him in the afternoon. I lost the discussion, as Sean suggested that we call him so that we could see him in the morning. That would give us time to get to Aunt Emily's place and talk with her. Maybe before bedtime this night, we would know what was happening and how to solve the problem. I ultimately agreed.

We sat at the table and looked out over the hills, seeing them come alive in the sun, as it caused the new snowfall to twinkle like a thousand million stars in the firmament. I had one more cup of coffee while Sean opted for another orange juice.

I had moved my chair around so that I sat next to him and I could better enjoy the vista. He had reached for my hand and now held it tightly in his, both of them below the table. It was a long period of individual reverie, which melded as the sun rose higher into the sky and the day really brightened. I felt a sense of peace, of a release of tension, and finally, of a joy so intense that it was impossible to describe. Sean too was in a state of intense emotion and I saw a lone tear slide down his face. I didn't care who saw me as I leaned over to him and kissed away that tear. He just smiled at me. Nothing had been spoken, but both of us understood in a quiet, intense way that we had experienced a singular joyful moment in our existence.

Our waitress interrupted our experience when she arrived to ask if we wanted anything else. I told her 'no' and signed the check. She smiled at us and walked away, looking over her shoulder at us one more time. Suddenly she turned and returned to our table,

"May I tell you something?" she asked.

"Sure," I told her.

"You make a wonderful couple. There's more love here at this table than there is in the entire village of Putney. You two just shine with love for one another. I wish every couple in the world could know the love you two show each other. I just had to tell you. Thanks for listening," she said to us.

Sean stood and walked over to her, he smiled and said to her in his most manly voice,

"Thank you for those kind words. When you love someone like my Ryan, it's easy to love completely and with intensity. But it's a delight to know that it shows. Our best wishes to you and yours."

Now red-faced and smiling, our waitress, Corinne by name, leaned forward and planted a kiss on Sean's forehead, spun on her heel and hurriedly walked away. I was now standing, too.

"What do you think of that?" I asked.

For an answer, he smiled and taking my hand began to leave the dining room. He stopped midway, turned and addressed me in a solemn sort of way,

"I guess it just shows to everyone. It's because of you, Hon. I just sit there and shine with love for you, and you, my wonderful partner, exude such beauty and love that no one misses it. Well, enough of that. Let's go call Father O'Rourke."

With that he pulled me to the door of the restaurant, turned, threw a kiss at Corinne and pushed me out the door. I was now laughing just a little. He looked questioningly at me, so I finally said to him,

"Were you hitting on her, Baby?"

He burst into a rowdy laugh, wiggled his beautiful ass at me as he walked ahead of me to the cottage saying as he did,

"You'll never know will you, Hon. You'll never know."

He immediately began to run as he knew I was about to grab him and make him pay for such downright entertaining impertinence. I didn't catch him until we reached the door of the cottage. There, together, arms around each other, breathing heavily from our run, we laughed and it felt so right. I thanked God for helping to bring Sean back to me, smiling and happy. I knew this wouldn't continue for the rest of the day; but, oh, the joy of the moment.

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(Sean narrates)

I had outrun him, but I realized he would catch me at the door. That's what I wanted. I wanted him to take charge, to make me pay for being such a wise-ass. And I was so happy, I said a short prayer thanking God for this lovely morning with my lover. The whole morning had been full of joy. When he held me in his arms, my worries about the day disappeared.

Inside the cottage, after the door was closed and locked, he took me into his arms kissed me with gentleness and caring. I was melting, drawing as close to him as I could, wanting more from him than this. I reached down and began to stroke his hardening cock. That masterpiece of male anatomy was what I wanted and I could tell by the way he was stroking my hard prick that he was turned on and tuned into the same thing.

We kissed with tongue-filled passion, and before we were totally aware, our clothing was on the floor and he had taken me into his arms and carried me into the bedroom. He lowered me onto the bed, and stood there looking at me, his cock fully erect. I opened my arms and pulled my legs back to my chest, inviting my lover in.

He accepted my invitation, and for the next half-hour, he made love to me. He was able to take me to emotional and sexual heights. Finally we both spewed forth our seed in the ultimate expression of our love. We lay there for a long time, Ry's penis still deep in me. It remained hard for quite a while, maybe because I used my ass muscles to squeeze it, and I had my tongue in his mouth kissing him. Finally, after working his nipples for a bit, he began to soften and with that disappointing pop of a penis coming out of a hot ass, his cock was out of my love channel. I sighed deeply, and he kissed my neck, whispering to me his total love for me. I was totally fulfilled.

We lay there on the bed next to each other. By now we were facing each other. As I looked into his beautiful eyes, I smiled at him and kissed the end of his nose. He began to stroke my hair, running his fingers through my curls. He was smiling, too, but it was almost a shy smile. I was about to speak when he said to me,

"Baby, that was some wonderful lovemaking. My God, you are so sexy, so hot! I could start all over again, but we have to call Father O'Rourke."

"Right," I agreed. I picked up the telephone and called the home. When I finally talked to Father O'Rourke and told him we would like to come a little earlier, he was pleased. He reminded us that a man of his age slows down considerably in the afternoon and needs a nap. We all laughed. We told him we would be there no later than ten. He agreed that would be a good time. Then he asked,

"Could we go to the cabin? That's where I would like to tell you what you need to know."

We concurred with his wishes, offered our good-byes, finished the call, and hung up our respective handsets. I was quiet as I was contemplating what I was going to hear. We were both sitting on the edge of the bed, but on opposite sides. I turned to look at him and saw that he had his head bent down near his knees. I was slightly alarmed, and asked quickly,

"Ry, are you okay?"

"Yeah, I'm fine," he said as he sat up straight and turned to look at me. He continued talking,

"I think it's a good idea to go to the cabin. I do have one concern, however. Will it be too much for you? I mean what if you hear the voices. I know you want this to stop and that you are adamant about it. It's just that I wouldn't want you to get so angry with your parents that you say something that would alienate you from them. I want you to always love them as you have."

I sat there quietly taking in every word he spoke to me. I knew he was right. I knew I had to guard against losing my temper. I knew that for the first time I had to be able to deal with this in a mature manner. I thought, 'Enough tears already.' I crawled naked across the bed and hugged him around the neck, my cock rubbing against his naked back. He pushed back against me, and as he did, I could feel my cock reawakening. There was not time enough for any more sex, however much we wanted it. I kissed the top of his head, and said to him,

"Ryan, I promise you I will be all right. I know I may find out something important, even shocking, but frankly, I have my life with you. Hon, that's what's important to me.

"And when I think of the boys and us as a family, I know that I have to leave some of the past behind me. However much I love my parents, I also realize that it is time for them to rest in peace, and time for me to deal with life with the one I love.

"I'll be good, and if I can't possibly handle it, I won't cry or take on. I've made up my mind to this and some other things. I guess that I am more a man now than I have ever been. That doesn't mean I won't get emotional or angry or depressed, but it does mean I want to try to control myself and not whine."

Ry turned so that we faced each, and taking me into his arms, he held me tightly, gently stroking my back. Neither of us said anything for a minute. Then, pushing me away enough so that he could look directly at me, our eyes fixed on each other, he said,

"You never cease to amaze me, my darling Sean. In just a short time, you have made it clear to me that you are a man and you want to control your own life with your own decisions. You are leaving your childhood behind you, not to forget it, but rather to use it as a memory that helps identify you as the person you are. I'm impressed, baby. You know what, Sean, I like the change."

I started to laugh and asked, "Do you think it was okay for us to call Father O'Rourke while we were both naked?" I started to get off the bed, but Ry pulled me back and before I knew it, I was on my back and he was lying on top of me. He began to rubbing his prick against mine and we were both hard in a minute. He was laughing now, also, and after kissing me gently, he said,

"I think it was okay to call him when we were naked, but it might be best if we got rid of these hardons before we go and see him. Any ideas?" He moved into the 69 position and soon we were on our way to getting rid of our hardons.

Our journey to see Father O'Rourke would have to wait for a little while.

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(Ryan narrates)

After our hot sixty-nine, we showered , got dressed and left the cottage. We stopped momentarily at the inn restaurant to see if Kent and Jesse were awake and at breakfast. They were not there. We both chuckled wondering if they were asleep or making hot, sexy love. We might just ask them about it later.

When we arrived at the Explorer, we discovered that someone had brushed off the light snow that had fallen during the night. Sean wanted to drive, so I let him. I knew that he was familiar with the area, so his driving might prevent our getting lost somewhere in the Vermont hills.

Our conversation on the drive to pick up Father O'Rourke centered on the hope that the adoption of the three boys would happen. I think that I may have been more concerned about how the powers that be would react to a gay couple, especially when one of them was as young as Sean. I knew that he had all the skills and love necessary to parent those boys. I even suspected that he would lead the way, showing me how to do things. I also suspect that I was more scared about the impending adoption than was he. I guess that has to do with age.

We did speculate a little about what we were to discover from Father O'Rourke. He was a very old man, and whatever the consequences might be, neither of us wanted any harm to come to the dear old gentleman.

Sean brought up Jesse and Kent and our misadventure with them. He reasserted his desire to only have sex only with me, but I was not sure how sincere that might be. After all, I felt a strong attraction to the two hot pilots, so I knew that Sean must have feelings, too, especially since they seemed to be more interested in Sean than in me. I would honor our agreement until such time as Sean wanted to modify it.

He was still young, and his sexual experiences had been almost exclusively with me alone, or with me and someone else. He was handsome and sexy and young, and I knew sooner or later someone was going to really hit on him and his hormones would probably get control of his being and he would have sex with another guy. I recalled what a dear old friend once told me. He said, 'When you see a really handsome, sexy guy and your cock starts to swell, that's when your brain drops to you balls, and reason flies out the window.' I hated the thought of it all, but I had lived long enough to understand the power of sexual attraction.

My thoughts were interrupted by the slowing of the car, and Sean saying,

"That wasn't too bad. We're here already. Let's go in and get the show on the road. I want this over as soon as possible."

"Agreed," I said, as I got out of the Explorer and waited by the front of the car for him. He came over to me, hugged me and gave me a great kiss. We walked slowly toward the doorway of the retirement home, both privately praying that this would soon be over and we could continue with our lives.

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(Sean narrates)

Once inside the home, it was only minutes before we were sitting in Father O'Rourke's small, but clean and adequate, room. It was filled with religious articles, many we conjectured, collected over a long lifetime of devotion to Jesus. We both got strong hugs from him, and when we began to chat, the first thing that he said to us, was

"I think we should drive over to the cabin. I will feel more secure about telling you about this matter. Is that okay with you?"

I waited half a heart beat, and replied, "No problem, Father, as we had intended to go there at some point today anyway. So if you're ready, we can leave now. Is that okay with you, Hon?"

As Ry, got Father's heavy overcoat from the rack, and helped him put it on, he said to us,

"It's fine with me. I think it's proper to go to the place where the problem exists. No problem for me, Sean."

As we were in agreement, we left the home, walking more slowly than when we came in. Father was using his cane and his gate was more a shuffle than a walk, so it was painfully slow for us. Our conversation momentarily dried up, and with the exception of the noises emanating from the home itself, there was silence.

Before we got to the Explorer, I suggested that Ry drive and that Father O'Rourke sit in the front seat as it would be easier for him to get into that seat. We all agreed. Within a short time, everyone was in his place, safely buckled in, and my Hon was driving out of the home parking lot. Once on the main road we made excellent time, arriving at the cabin in about twenty minutes.

When we got to the cabin, it was startling to see the changes. The cabin had been lifted off its foundation and was sitting on a large framework of timbers which had been jacked up and wheels placed under it. The porch had been removed. I suspected that was because it did not have any major understructure. It would be added when the cabin was in its final location. At the moment, the cabin had been moved away from its original place.

There was evidence of a lot of work. Earth moving equipment had already prepared the site for the new house. There were a number of markers, and in some places concrete had already been poured. I couldn't tell much from what had been done, but I was relieved that something had been done. My gaze was drawn to the maple tree and the land around it. Nothing there had been disturbed. It was then that I actually heard Ry's voice,

"I'm surprised at the progress that has been made. Take care Father, the terrain is rough and we don't want you to fall. Sean, help the good Father. Sean!"

"What? Oh, yes, let me help you, Father," I stammered.

"Let's go directly up to the tree, Sean. I don't want to drag this out anymore than is necessary. You should have been told this years ago, but everyone was trying to keep a promise made to your parents. Let's go," Father O'Rourke said.

Ry took him under the arm on one side, and I assisted him on the other side where he was using the cane. It was slow going, but we were soon at the tree. It was then that I first became aware of the workmen, all of whom had stopped what they were doing and were watching us intently, but from a distance. When we arrived at the tree, Father was panting a little, but was generally fine.

"Kneel down with me, boys. I want to say a prayer before we go on."

We all knelt down, and when I looked again at the workmen, some of them were on their knees, too. Ry looked at me, then reached out and took my hand. Father O'Rourke prayed,

"Almighty Father, please bless us this day, and help all of us to understand what we are about to discover, and forgive those of us who have kept this secret for so many years. Let it be Your desire that this earth not be disturbed for it holds a precious object of your making. Let Your will be done, through Jesus Christ our Lord and Savior. Amen."

We helped him to his feet. He turned and looked directly at me, and quietly told me,

"Sean, my boy, your sister is buried here."

"What sister? I don't have a sister. Are you sure, Father? Are you sure?" I demanded.

"As God is my witness, Sean, I am sure," came his reply.

To be continued...

A special 'thank you' goes to my editor and proof reader, Wayne. His contribution is significant and greatly appreciated.

As Sean would say, "He's "Awesome!"

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