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

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Chapter 19

(Ryan narrates)

When we arrived in the bedroom, I embraced Sean, kissing him gently and stroking his back. My hands went to his firm ass, and I massaged the mounds, gently squeezing them, and then running my hand, turned on its side, up and down his ass crack. His moaning told me that he was enjoying it, and his hardening cock confirmed it.

"Just stand there, Baby. I'll take care of everything. You're the center of my loving, and you are to enjoy it," I told him, as I pulled his shirt from his jeans and asked him to lift his arms so that I could easily pull it over his head. I leaned in and ran my tongue quickly across each of his nipples. He pulled my head tightly against his chest where I delighted in his scent, and he in the actions of my tongue.

I quickly removed my shirt while he worked on the fastener of his jeans, eventually pulling them down to his ankles. I knelt and removed his loafers and socks. He stepped out of his jeans and stood before me in his briefs, his hard penis pushing against the fabric trying to escape its prison. As I rose to my feet, I stopped momentarily and ran my tongue over his hardened cock. He groaned in appreciation. I hurried to the bed and pulled back the covers. I finished disrobing myself, standing before my lover naked and aroused.

I took Sean's hand and led him to the bed. He sat on the edge of the bed as I knelt in front of his opened legs. I licked his cock again as I gently ran my hands up the inside of his thighs. Moving my lips up to the waistband of his underwear, I opened my mouth, and with my teeth, pulled down on them. He lifted his ass off the bed and with my thumbs in the sides of his thong-like underwear, I lowered them to his ankles. He kicked them off his feet. I then licked the top of his foot, moving back to this heel and then lapping the sole of his foot. Finally I took each of his toes into my mouth and sucked on it, concentrating on his big toes.

"Hon, that's so hot. Oh, man, that makes me so horny," he told me with a sigh.

I pushed him back onto the bed and helped him to the center. He lay on his back, his engorged tool standing at attention. I crawled onto the bed in between his out-spread legs. I licked my way up his leg from his foot, ending up licking the crevice between his groin and leg. Moving up his body, I licked his entire stomach and then I worked on his nipples, moving next to his armpits, which I licked, enjoying his scent. He sighed and groaned, but did not say anything else. I knew we did not need words to show our love for each other.

After enjoying Sean's nipples and armpits, I moved quickly to his crotch where I inhaled his scent with my face in his pubes. My next move was to lick the glistening drop of precum from the head of his cock. His sighing told me he was content, so I slowly took him into my mouth and then my throat. I loved sucking his cock, and I began to bob my head up and down on his beautiful fuck tool. When I moved to his balls and began to lick them, he pulled his legs up and back so that his tight anus, pink and beautiful, beckoned me. I licked his ass crack, enjoying the taste of him, the scent of him. I kissed his rosebud, running my tongue around the outside of it in a circular movement.

"Oh, Ry, yes," he sighed.

Encouraged by his reaction, I began to probe his tight hole with my tongue, and soon it opened for me and I could begin to tongue-fuck him. He was squirming, and his sighs were now groans of pleasure. I reached for his cock, moved his hand away and slowly stroked his hard member. I placed my fingers in his mouth and he began feverishly to suck them, coating them with his saliva. I took my fingers out of his mouth, and slowly, one at a time, I pushed them into his hot hole. He simply groaned with pleasure. I had three fingers deep into him and I rotated them slightly, causing him to speak,

"Please, lover, I need you in me, make me yours, make love to me, please."

I moved up to him and kissed him hard, pushing my tongue deeply into his mouth.

"I love you, Baby. I want this to show my love for you. I slipped down between his legs, pushed them back, grabbed the KY and applied a gob to his hole and then covered my throbbing cock with some. I rubbed my cockhead up and down his crack, finally stopping at his hole and pushing into him in one slow, steady movement.

"Oh, yes, Hon, yes. Please, Ry, please fuck me," he begged

I began to withdraw my cock slowly from his tight, hot love tunnel, then pushing it back just as slowly, leaning in and kissing my lover. I increased my speed as I went deeper into him, making him groan and beg for more. I removed his hand from his cock and fucked him faster, deeper, harder. He groaned in ecstasy and I was breathing harder. My balls began to creep up, telling me with that wonderful tingling in my cock that I was close to cumming.

"Ry, oh, Hon, oh yes, I...I'm...going to....oh, cum...," Sean cried as his cock began to spew his hot cum between us.

His sphincter tightened around my rock-hard, throbbing cock and I suddenly came, filling my lover's rectum with my seed. As I did this my body almost floated away into sexual paradise, joined by my lover. There amid the bright exploding stars and lights of every color, we experienced together the ultimate sexual ecstasy. From there we floated back to earth, breathing hard, our heart beating against our chests. I fell onto Sean, who wrapped his arms and legs around me, pulling me close, as we both slowly regained our control.

With a deep sigh, Sean said,

"Ry, that was awesome, just awesome. It was sweet! Perfect! Wonderful!"

"It was all of those things and some others, too." I replied as I started to move, but Sean would have nothing to do with it.

"Don't you dare move. Stay with me. Please."

"I'll do whatever you want, Baby. I love you, Sean."

In mere moments we were asleep.

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(Sean narrates)

In the days following our homecoming, we developed a routine of my practicing the piano, Ry preparing for his classes, and also enjoying time together.

We had not heard from Dan, so at the end of the second week, just prior to our returning to classes, Ry called Dan's office. Almost immediately Dan was on the phone. I was on the extension. I was really worried about what we were to hear.

"Dan, how was your vacation?"

"We had a great time, hated to return, but the job was waiting and we had much to do. So, Ry, what can I do for you?"

I laughed and said, "I'm here too, Dan."

"Sean, sorry. I didn't mean to leave you out," Dan told me.

Ry interrupted and quickly asked,

"Dan, what we really want to know is about the boys and their adoption. And if you can, give us a report on the cabin."

When Dan cleared his throat, I feared he was going to tell us we wouldn't be able to adopt the boys. He told us,

"I have good news on both fronts. First, a committee from the adoption agency is setting up a meeting with you. They have to make arrangements for themselves before they call me to arrange a meeting with you guys. They will want to see your accommodations, review your financial status, things such as that. I can't tell you much more than that at the moment. I was waiting until I heard from them again before I called you."

I couldn't wait for any more information, so I blurted out a question,

"Dan, what will they think of our townhouse as a place to move in three kids? Will they think it's too small? I'm worried about that."

"Sean, I think that if you have a plan on how you will house the boys, they will take that into consideration. And if you have plans on other housing, be sure that you tell them. Give the committee a chance to meet you two. I know they will be very impressed," Dan comforted me.

Ry had walked over to me and now sat on the sofa near me. He put his arm around me and drew me close. He kissed my forehead, and said to me,

"Baby, see, Dan is positive about us and the boys."

"I certainly am, Sean. You two are excellent candidates for adoptive parents. I won't leave you wondering about it for long. I'll get some more information from them and let you know. Oh, while I am thinking about it, are there any days when meeting with them that would not be good?"

"Thursday, Friday, and Saturday of next week are out of the question. That's when Sean will be performing in Boston. I don't know why, but the Spring Convocation has been moved to a Saturday so that's the next Saturday. That's all I am aware of. Sean, do you know of anything else that might interfere?"

"No, Hon, those are the only things we have to attend. Other than that, we can adjust to their schedule," I added.

Dan laughed, and I could almost see his wonderful smile, as he continued with the news,

"The old cabin has been moved to its new location further down near the lake. The foundation for the addition is all in, the framing is done and walls are now being put up. Electrical and plumbing contractors are all hired and just waiting to do some of the rough-in work when the exterior walls are finished and the framing is done on the inside. Roofers are on line, and the contractors doing the outside work are just waiting for a call. We need to have someone to tell us what will or won't go in the interior. Have you selected a designer for that?"

"Not yet, Dan. But we will have a name for you in a couple of days. We have someone in mind and just have to get a commitment from her," Ry explained.

"Great. Anything else I can help you with?" he asked.

"Dan, you have made our day. Thanks for all the information. If you and Craig can manage it, I would love to have you attend the concert. I have tickets for you if you can make it," I told him.

"We'll be there, Sean. And thanks for getting the tickets for us. We'll want to pay for them, of course," he said.

"Forget it, Dan. I got a bunch of free tickets. Save your money for a room. Everyone will be staying at the Colonnade. It's a beautiful hotel and it's only a short distance from Symphony Hall."

Ry added, "It will be great to see you two guys again. Dan, if you have any questions, just call, please."

"No problem, guys. Take care. Good bye."

Our `good bye' came in unison. I then attacked Ryan, throwing myself on him and kissing him wildly. He began laughing and soon I was also laughing.

"Hon, that was all such good news.

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(Ryan narrates)

As the concert date came closer, I noticed that Sean had become a little distant. I told myself that he was perhaps a little nervous. I decided to leave him alone and not mention my feelings. It guessed that it was the right thing to do. My biggest disappointment came in bedroom where I found him to be distant and disinterested. It was beginning to get to me, so I decided to call Rog and discuss it with him.

I called Rog, early one morning the week before the concert. He seemed upbeat and happy, announcing that he could hardly wait to hear Sean perform. I felt like the proverbial pin that was about to burst his balloon of happiness, but I really needed to share with him my concerns and my unhappiness. So I told him,

"Rog, I'm really upset. Sean doesn't seem interested in me. It isn't the sex that's the major problem. He seems distant and often I feel as if I am alone in the townhouse. Rog, I don't know what to do. I know he has a great deal on his mind, but for heaven's sake, Rog, I'm his husband, his lover. I don't understand why he can't talk to me about it."

"Ryan, all I can tell you is that he is probably suffering from anxiety. He probably is frightened thinking he will screw up the piece. I know he won't and you know that he won't, but he thinks he might. He has been occupied with practice and really getting into the interpretation of the piece. It's a lot for even a mature and professional musician, so I can understand how he must feel," Rog said.

I sighed deeply, and continued to spill my guts to Rog,

"You know, Rog, if I had known this was going to happen, I would have tried to convince him not to participate in the concert. I think it is really hurting our relationship.'"

"Then tell him, Ry, tell him immediately. And don't be gentle with him. He has to learn that no matter how much he loves to play the piano, no matter how good he gets, he must never hurt you by ignoring you. I bet he will be astonished that he has been doing this. He loves you so much, Ry he would never knowingly do anything to hurt you. Don't let him get away with this. He can stay focused on the concert and still pay attention to the most important person in his life," Rog advised me.

"Are you sure I should be firm with him, Rog?"

"Yes I am. Give him hell, Ry. I bet tonight will be different in your bedroom."

"Thanks, Rog. I'll let you know how it all works out."

"Bye, Ry. Keep the faith."

"Bye, Rog. Again, thanks." I hung up the phone and tried to think of what I would say to Sean later.

I fretted for most of the rest of the day. Sean had gone to State to the practice room in the music department so that he could play, record and listen to his playing. I had asked if he wanted me to go with him, but he assured me that I had too much to do for classes. It had hurt me a little that he didn't want me with him. I got more nervous as the time for him to get home approached. I watched out the window waiting to see him drive up. When he did, and began to walk toward the townhouse, I got a strange feeling in my stomach. God, I thought, what a wuss.

Then he was in the entry calling out to me,

"I'm home, Hon. Whatca up to?" he asked casually.

I walked out to the entry, took him in my arms and gave him a kiss, firm, but not sexual. He smiled at me, and then hurried to the piano where he began to practice again. That did it!

"Sean, please stop practicing and come here and sit with me on the sofa. I have to talk with you, and it's important," I said firmly.

He looked at me with a very worried look on his face. He stopped playing and came to me, sitting quickly.

"What's wrong, Ry? Is it about the boys? What?"

I took a deep breath and began,

"No, it's not that, Sean, I hate to ask this question, but I really have to, for my own peace of mind. Do you still love me, Sean?"

"What? That's a hell of a question to ask me. Of course, I love you. How could you think otherwise? That was a hurtful question," he almost shouted at me.

I took his hand and prevented him from leaving. I knew he was angry with me, but I had more to tell him before I let him leave me and go to the bedroom.

"I'm sorry, Sean, but you have hurt me a great deal the last week or so. You are ignoring me. Our lovemaking has deteriorated into a routine, uninspired effort. You are completely involved with the concert, and I try to understand that. But, Baby, it hurts a great deal when I begin to feel as if I have become the second most important thing in your life. The fact is, I felt you cared less than that for me recently. I won't tolerate it any longer. You have to put things in proper perspective. What's more important, the concert or me?"

Sean sat beside me in a state of shock. A tear was slowly moving down his cheek, and seeing it broke my heart. I wanted to take him into my arms and tell him it was all a mistake, that I really didn't feel that way, that everything would be okay, like it was before I opened my big mouth.

"Why didn't you tell me before now. My God, Ry, you should know that you are the most important thing in my life. I mean, without you I am nothing. I won't be in the concert. I will stop practicing right now. I want you to love me, Hon. I can't take it if you are angry with me. I have disappointed you, Ry, and I feel really terrible. Just forgive me, please. Now, will you let me go to the bedroom? I need sometime by myself."

"No, I won't let you go. You listen to me, Sean Kelly. I don't want you to stop practicing, or to drop out of the concert. I simply want you to smile at me, hug me, make love to me, talk to me. For heaven's sake, Baby, I just want you to be yourself. I don't want anything special or different. I didn't want to hurt you, and If I have, I want to apologize," I said with emotion in my voice. I kissed him gently on the cheek.

Suddenly he was on me, kissing me wildly, continually asking for forgiveness. I was lost in his strong showing of love, and I finally relaxed, accepting his love as his apology. In a short time we were naked and on the floor making passionate love. Life had returned to normal. How I loved Sean! And I knew now that he loved me deeply, too. I could put some of my energy back into my classes and my household routine. His practicing would no longer irritate me because I knew that I was still first in his life. The laughter and happiness we had always known was back. Thank God!

********

(Dan narrates)

It was only a few minutes after I talked with Sean and Ryan on the phone, that I began to make calls to determine when the committee would be able to visit them and complete an on-site evaluation. My last call was to Mrs. Crosby, the chair of the team from the agency. She seemed cool to me about the whole situation, and said,

"If these two people can't arrange their schedule to meet the demands of ours, I would say that such behavior suggests that they are not really interested in adoption. Frankly, I have some reservations about this. I mean, isn't it a little strange that two gay men would want to adopt three boys? I wonder, probably unfairly, that they might be interested in the boys for reasons that are not acceptable. I think..."

I couldn't take another moment of her remarks, so I interrupted her and told her,

"Madam, I realize that you are an important person on the committee, but I cannot allow you to say such unkind and bigoted remarks about two perfectly wonderful men. They want to take these boys, all of them; because they believe the boys should have a chance at some happiness. They are both well off, if fact, one is a multi-millionaire. If they had some perverted desire to have sex with young boys, they could easily pay for what they want and get it. You need to understand that these two people are committed to each other just like any married couple. They were married in Vermont, their union blessed by a Catholic priest. They have suffered much for their love, but Madam, I refuse to allow you to go to them with such unkind thoughts."

"Sir, please, please, I did not mean to say anything about these two that was critical or defaming. What I just did was to put into words what some people will certainly say. My major responsibility, and that of the committee, is to protect the children. It is not, sir, to protect those asking to adopt. I am offended by your tone, but I accept it as a sincere rejection of some of the things I said. You will forgive me, I hope."

I didn't reply immediately, and the silence on the phone told much. Finally, I got control and told her,

"I forgive you, but I want you to know this: when you meet them and spend some time with them, you, as the majority of those who have met and got to know them, will end up loving them. I can tell you that I think highly of them; no that isn't true, I love both of them as brothers."

I could hear Mrs. Crosby clear her throat. I anticipated a cold angry response, but what I got was this,

"Look, we will meet their needs. I'm sorry for my outburst. It won't happen again. Thank you for your call. I will be in touch concerning dates and times. Good bye."

The line went dead, and my upbeat feeling about the adoption was now very close to the cellar. If others on the committee felt as Mrs. Crosby did, then there was little hope for Sean and Ryan being approved for adoption of the boys.

I was depressed. I longed to talk with Craig. Without a second thought, I called Father O'Rourke. After chatting with him for a short time, I began to feel better. He advised me to work with Mrs. Crosby, using her best characteristics, as a basis for getting her onto our side. He also told me he would pray for Sean and Ryan, asking Almighty God to shed His blessing on this adoption. He ended the conversation with his blessing and the admonition that we had to work hard and have complete faith in God. If we did that, we would know success. I hung up the phone feeling better and knowing that what he said was our best road to success.

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(Rog narrates)

I was working in my office. It had been a long day, and I had noted that Sean had not been in to use the practice room. I also wondered what had happened when Ry confronted Sean with his feelings. I prayed silently that I had given him the right advice. Greg had given me hell, telling me that I should have stayed out of the matter. He told me that this was a matter of the heart, and as such, there was no right advice to give. I thought about if for a while and realized that he was correct. There was a quiet knock at my office door.

"Come in."

Ryan walked into my office smiling like the proverbial Cheshire cat. I felt better immediately.

"Hi, Rog, how's everything going for you?"

"Cut the shit, Ry. Tell me what happened when you told Sean about your feelings? I've been a nervous wreck thinking I might have given you the wrong advice. And to make matters worse, Greg gave me hell for getting involved. So?"

Ry smiled at me, and began to talk,

"Actually, Rog, it was good advice. After I told him firmly how I felt, he was astonished. He even shed tears, which, you will be happy to know, I ignored. He wanted to know why I hadn't told him before. Then he threatened not to participate in the concert."

"Wow! I would never have thought he would do that. What a disaster I have made of this whole matter," I moaned.

"Don't worry, Rog. I told him I wouldn't let him quit the concert, that all I wanted was for him to be himself, to smile, to talk to me once in a while. I kissed him on the cheek. Then suddenly he was all over me kissing me, ripping my clothes off my body, and there, Rog, on the floor, we made love like we had been kept from each other for months, or maybe years. It was wonderful, Rog, as good as it gets. So, thank you, my good man, for that advice. We are back together again, as we were before. Love is so wonderful." he told me with a broadening smile.

I jumped to my feet, grabbed Ryan, and said with exuberance,

"So, it's on to the concert?"

"It certainly is!"

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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