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

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Chapter 24

(Ryan narrates)

Our dinner at Bradford Inn with Rog and Greg proved to be a fun evening. And in some strange way helped Sean to accept visiting the house without fear that it might not be the thing to do.

I had Rog to thank for that. Rog had a way of rescuing me when I was in distress or overly concerned about something. Now he was doing it for my lover.

Sean was adamant about who would pay the tab for dinner. No matter how much Rog and Greg insisted that they would take care of their own bill, Sean would have nothing to do with that. I finally told them,

"Look, guys, Sean has made up his mind. There's no point in arguing about it. Accept his kindness, please. Otherwise I will suffer the consequences tonight. And frankly, I want to learn what his other talents are."

There was general laughter, with Sean adding,

"See, guys, he knows me well. I have loads of money, so if I want to spend some on two of my dearest friends, let me."

Rog and Greg accepted and we all left the Inn in a good mood. Greg assured us that he would call with the particulars of the house visit. After warm hugs, everyone left for home.

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(Sean narrates)

On the drive home, Ry told me that he was proud of me for being able to accept what Rog had said to me. It made me feel good that he thought I had acted maturely. I did wonder, however, what tomorrow would bring. I hoped that I would like the house and that Ry would like it as well. I also worried that Ry might be doing all this: the adoption, the purchase of the house, everything, just for me. Had I been too much into the family thing and forgotten that Ry and I had only spent a short time together? Had I pushed so much that many of the things we had dreamed about, like travel would be lost to us?

It was at moments such as these that I prayed that God would help me to make all the right decisions. Every time I thought of those three brothers without a family, without love, I knew I wanted the right thing. But, I also wanted to keep Ry, my lover, my husband, my life mate as the center of my life. He had told me countless times that he wanted what I wanted.

God, I believed, had led me to Ry and was now leading both of us to the three brothers. My course was now set and I would have to proceed to the end. I had been deeply in thought and now heard Ry's voice in the background of my thoughts. I then realized that he was speaking to me.

"Sean, are you with me?"

I flew back into reality and answered him, stammering a little as I fought to keep the thoughts I had been having to the back of my mind,

"Sorry, Hon. I got to thinking about lots of things. I'm sure we are doing the correct thing. Our life together will only be fuller, happier, and meaningful with the boys."

Ry didn't respond immediately. I heard him sigh, take a deep breath, and then he said,

"Baby, it's settled between us. There's no need to worry about it anymore. We will try our best to adopt the boys. God willing, we will accomplish that. The house will be a necessity, so seeing it tomorrow is the intelligent thing to do. Now, let's think about something else. For example, I'm really interested in your other talents. Will I get to experience any of them tonight?"

I relaxed; now I felt secure in the decision. I reached over and rubbed his crotch, and assured him,

"Tonight, my love, you will learn of my other talents."

After I said that, I noticed Ry began to drive a little faster. He also began to whistle; something he only did when he was very happy. That he was so happy made me resolve in my mind to make unbridled love to him.

I fulfilled the resolve completely that evening.

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(Greg narrates)

I called Ken Mattson, the realtor representing the Forbes house. He wasn't at home, but his wife Jane told me that she would give him the message and if it wasn't too late he would call me. Otherwise he would get in touch with me early the next day. Jane told me that Ken had a couple of clients who had indicated interest in the house.

I wasn't sure if that bit of information was actual or part of the sales pitch from the Mattson agency. I decided that I would not mention it to Ry and Sean. Ken would mention it if he thought it might benefit his sale. I liked Ken, but he could be a little aggressive, something that I certainly would make clear to Ry and Sean. Rog didn't care for Ken. He thought he was too pushy. I guess I do also, but I would never let Rog know that I agreed with him. Rog interrupted my thoughts,

"What did he have to say?"

"He wasn't home, but Jane said she would tell him I called. He's supposed to call back tonight or early tomorrow. She also added that he had a couple of clients who were interested in the house."

"Ha!" he almost shouted. "That sounds like the Ken I know. I bet that's just a tease about interest from other buyers. For God's sake don't tell Ry and Sean."

I laughed and hugged my lover. We kissed quickly, but before he could get out of my embrace, I told him,

"Sweetheart, I'm not that stupid. I know those two. Not to worry, as not one word of that will pass these lips you love to kiss." We were both laughing as we moved toward our bedroom.

Rog and I had been lovers for a long time. I met him one evening at a cocktail party given by my company for State professors and administrators at the completion of the renovations of the music building. We had done the plans and had overseen the construction. I had worked principally in the office, and had not met Rog.

I'm not a drinker and after a couple of cocktails, I become more outgoing than usual. I had noticed this absolutely sexy guy whom I discovered was a professor of music at State. In fact, he was the new Department Chairperson. I smiled at him after looking him over rather carefully and trying to imagine him naked. He ignored me. That pissed me off, so I decided to introduce myself. Taking a deep breath, I wandered near the group he was in and, as I was passing, I intentionally bumped his arm sending his drink flying, mostly on him.

"Oh my God," I exclaimed, "I'm so sorry. What can I do to help you with the mess I caused?" He looked at me as if I were some sort of vermin that had gotten into his home.

"You, sir, have already done enough. I will go to the men's room and clean myself up a little. I'll see you folks in a few minutes." He stalked off, leaving me feeling like the proverbial circus clown with a couple of people I didn't know. Red faced, I quickly excused myself and hurried away in the opposite direction from the men's room.

With some clever maneuvering on my part, I reached the men's room. Upon entering I saw Rog, his jacket off, with a paper towel trying to absorb some of the drink from the crotch of his trousers. When he saw me, he uttered what seemed at the time to be a curse.

"You?"

"Yes, it's me. I feel like a real jerk. My name is Greg Raymond. I work with the company that did the planning and construction of the music building."

"Oh?" He stopped his attempt to sop up the spilled drink. Looking at me carefully, he finally said,

"I hope you are a little better coordinated at work than you are at parties." Then he laughed, and at that moment, I knew I wanted him.

"I guess I need to be truthful, but I would not be happy if you told me to get lost. I bumped into you on purpose. I wanted to meet you and I didn't know how else to do it. I guess I'm a social disaster. I find you attractive and sexy. Since I'm telling the truth, here's the friendship breaker; I'm gay." The restroom echoed with silence.

"What did you say?"

"I wanted to meet you. I think you are attractive and sexy, and I'm gay."

"Interesting."

"Well?"

He looked at me intently, then smiled at me. He moved to me, and instead of reaching out to shake my hand, he wrapped me in his arms. He looked into my eyes and told me,

"I'm glad you bumped me. My name is Roger Fillimore and I think you're both handsome and a sexy hunk. Since you told me the truth, I'll confess to you that I am also gay. So what now?"

"We can go back to the party or we can go to my place and chat, or whatever."

Rog kissed me lightly on the lips,

"I vote for your place."

And that's how it all began. I love him more each day.

********

(Ryan narrates)

We had just finished lovemaking, during which Sean had been magnificent, and we snuggled in each other's arms, when the phone rang. I thought it would be Mom and Dad, but instead it was Greg. He told us that Ken Mattson had agreed to show us the house at three thirty the next day. That was fine with us, so we agreed to meet at Mattson's office. Greg warned us that Ken could be a little pushy. He wished us the best and told us that he wouldn't be there, but after the tour we could call him with any questions.

Sean snuggled even closer after Greg's call. I stroked his back and talked softly to him about our plans for the future, the cabin, the house, the boys. He just grunted in the affirmative. He was now falling asleep when the phone rang again. It was Mom and Dad. I put the phone on speaker so that we could both hear them. Mom and Dad had been here for a few hours, but they got settled first, had dinner, and returned to the hotel room to call us. I told them about the realtor and seeing the house at three thirty the next day. They would join us at the real estate office. We said good night and then Sean climbed on top of me and kissed me wildly.

"You're mine, Hon. You're mine!"

I rolled him onto his back and lay on him, covering his body with mine, kissing him deeply and rubbing my penis against his. We both began to get hard. I stopped kissing him, lifted my head so that I could look into his eyes, and laughingly asked,

"Who belongs to whom?" I asked.

Sean quickly moved under me, trying, I knew, to roll me on my back so that he could again be on top. I fought valiantly to remain in my position of power. It was not to be, probably because I was laughing so hard. He was laughing also, but I think he had better control and I was soon on my back. Sean was now straddling my chest, his semi-erect penis slapping my face as he moved.

"I said you were mine! Understand?" he said as he giggled.

Although I was still laughing heartily, and I had an enormous need to urinate, I answered him,

"Yes, master, I am yours and only yours. What would you have of me, master?" I asked as a mock slave.

Without a moment's break, he answered,

"To love me as you always have."

I pulled him down to me and we kissed gently. There was no laughter now; we were serious.

"My love for you is undying as I know yours is for me. Let's get some sleep, Beloved."

We did.

********

(Sean narrates)

I was surprised at how well I had slept. Ry was still sleeping when I got out of bed to use the bathroom. I hated to wake him, but I knew we had to be at State at the usual time. When I returned to bed, I quietly got in and moved close to him. I kissed him lightly on the head, but he showed no indication that he wanted to wake up for the day.

I decided to take a more aggressive approach to waking him. I slipped down under the covers where I took his flaccid cock into my mouth and began to suck on it. It swelled into its usual hard self and so I began to stroke his balls with my hand.

"Oh, yes, Baby. What a wonderful way to wake up on a lovely morning. Turn around so I can enjoy you, Baby. Soon we were in the ancient sixty-nine position, enjoying each other until we tasted each other's primal seed. Satisfied, we showered together, dressed, had breakfast, and left for State.

I went off to my first class, which was English Composition. I loved the class, so I enjoyed the fast-moving hour. I was surprised that Jerrod was not in class, but I suspected that he would have a great excuse. Then I thought nothing more of it.

I did notice that there seemed to be a great deal of commotion on the other side of campus in the administrative area. As I headed toward my piano class, I noticed an ambulance pulling into the area immediately in front of the building. It was not actually such a strange occurrence, as students and faculty would faint, or smell strange odors which made them ill, so I didn't think much more about it.

When I entered the classroom, Rog came out of his office and came immediately to me. It put me off, giving me a strange uneasy feeling.

"Sean, will you please come into my office. I need to speak to you privately," Rog said to me in a business-like unemotional tone.

I followed him into his office where he motioned for me to sit in a chair in front of his desk. He sat, looked at me, and finally after taking a deep breath, he spoke,

"First of all, Sean, Ry is fine. It's important that you know this before I go any further. Well, there's been an, what shall I call it, an accident I guess. It involves Jerrod and Kevin."

"What happened?" I interrupted.

"There's been a shooting."

"A what?"

"Someone has been shot, Sean."

"Who?" I demanded.

"It's Kevin. Jerrod is safe, but he's a mess emotionally."

"My God, did Jerrod shoot Kevin? It can't be. Jerrod isn't that stupid."

"I don't know all the details. Ryan wants you to go to his office immediately. Forget about your classes the rest of the day. Look, Sean, I'm sorry that I had to give you such bad news. Now get out of here and go to Ryan. He will fill you in with all the details he has. Go!"

I flew out the office door, across the classroom, and into the hall. My classmates, I am sure, wondered what had happened in the office. They all planned to listen to Rog and me tell them about the concert. I realized that my heart was beating rapidly and my thoughts were filled with terrible thoughts. I never realized how far Ry's office was from the music building, not understanding that it was really close by but that I was upset and confused and so was not thinking clearly.

I ran down the corridor to Ry's office. His door was ajar so I hurried into the office. Ry rose from his desk chair, his face ashen. He held out his arms and I flung myself into them. He said nothing, just holding me tightly to himself. Finally, he spoke,

"There's no easy way to say this, Baby. Kevin...Kevin shot himself. He's dead, Sean. He's dead!"

"That can't be true, Ry. It can't be true. What about Jerrod? What about Jerrod?"

"They took him to the hospital. He's in shock. He found Kevin when he stopped to say hello before his first class. He's in tough shape. I think we should go there immediately and try to comfort him."

"Oh, Hon, he needs us now. He must be in terrible pain. Let's go!" Ryan grabbed his jacket. As we were leaving, the phone rang. At first I thought Ryan wouldn't answer it, but he stopped and picked up the receiver. It might be about Jerrod he told me.

"Oh, yes, Dan. Wednesday at 10 in the morning at the offices of Darrell and Jones, Attorneys. You'll be there, too. Why? Oh, yes, I understand. I'll tell Sean. Dan, there's been a shooting here and my former lover shot and killed himself. We're on our way to the hospital to see his young lover who is in a terrible emotional state. Thanks. I'll call you later. Bye."

Ry hugged me and kissed me quickly.

"The meeting on the adoption is all set. Let's go help Jerrod."

We hurried out of the building and to the parking lot where the car was located. In a matter of minutes we were on our way.

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(Ryan narrates)

I was just about to leave to go to Cathy's office to discuss the meeting in Denver when the phone rang. It was Cathy. I could hear alarm in her voice and soon she was near breaking down. She wanted me to please hurry to her office. Something terrible had happened and she wanted to tell me about it herself.

"Did anything happen to Sean? Cathy, I have to know. What happened to him? Tell me!" I demanded.

"Ryan, it's not about Sean. It's something else. Please hurry!" and before I could ask anything else, she hung up the phone. I was out the door and running across the quad toward the administration building.

When I arrived, I discovered Campus Security at the door. I knew one of the officers, Jeff, who recognized me and told me I was expected in the English Department Office. I was to go directly there and not to any other part of the building. I asked him what was going on, but he quietly told me he could not discuss anything. I left and hurried to Cathy's office.

When I opened the door, I found Cathy, white faced and shaking, waiting for me. Cindy, her secretary was weeping quietly. I followed Cathy into her office. She closed the door, told me to sit as she paced about the office.

"Ryan, I don't know how to tell you about this. I guess the best way is to just tell you. There was a shooting here this morning. Actually, it was a suicide. Ry, Kevin killed himself."

I couldn't move; I couldn't speak. I just sat there, stunned and emotionally wiped out. 'How could Kevin do that? Why would he do that? What else had gone wrong in his life?' I thought.

"Jerrod? What about Jerrod?" I managed to ask.

"He's the one who found Kevin. He's been taken to the hospital; he's in shock. I'm so sorry, Ry. I'm so sorry."

I looked at Cathy and saw tears running down her face. She looked so tiny, so devastated. I brought myself back to the reality of the situation, took Cathy in my arms and hugged her.

"I'm okay, Cathy. I'll be fine. I'm shocked that Kevin would do this. But my immediate concern is Jerrod. He's only a young man. Sean and I have to go to him. Please call Rog and have him send Sean directly to my office so that we can go to the hospital. I don't want him to tell Sean what's happening. But it's important that Rog tell Sean that I'm fine. I have to leave now. I know this will hit me later, but I don't have time now to deal with it. Bye and thanks, Cathy."

I had only been back at my office for a short time and had removed my jacket because it was warm in the office. Sean came rushing through the door and into my arms. With him in my arms, my mind cleared. I knew what we had to do. I knew I would eventually react to Kevin's death, but at this moment I was safe and happy in my lover's arms. I told him what had happened and about Jerrod.

We hurried out of the office and to the car. Sean drove, as he was concerned about my emotional state. We arrived at the hospital in short order. When we reached the desk, the nurse told us that we couldn't see Jerrod. At the moment, only family members were allowed to see him.

"Have any family members showed up?" Sean asked.

"Not yet." replied the nurse with a steely look.

"We're really close friends of Jerrod's and of the suicide victim. I'm sure we could help him," I added.

The nurse pulled herself up into a straight, imposing figure. She spoke coolly while looking directly at us,

"I already told you once. For the second time: you can't visit the patient because you are not family. Do you understand?"

Dr. Cassin, our old friend from the days Sean was hurt, turned the corner and approached us.

"Hello, old friends," he said, "is there a problem?"

"We're trying to see Jerrod. He was Kevin's partner. If you haven't heard, Kevin committed suicide earlier today. Jerrod is in shock and needs someone to help him struggle through this terrible thing. His parents won't visit him. They have just about disowned him since he revealed his sexual preference and since he became attached to Kevin."

"Nurse Ridgeston, these two have permission to see Jerrod Williamson."

"Yes, sir. Jerrod is in room 233," she said.

"Ryan and Sean, please don't stay too long at any time. Visit a while, leave, and then return. He needs time and space, but I know he will be happy to see you," added Dr. Cassin.

"We'll be careful and considerate," I told the doctor. He left, as he had other patients to see. We went to the elevator and rode up to the second floor. We found room 233 without incident.

"Ry, I'm not sure I will be able to hold it all together. I want to because I know this is a terrible shock to you. Forgive me if I fall apart when I see Jerrod."

Ry hugged me, and then said,

"I may fall apart, too, Baby. But maybe that's what Jerrod needs to see is us grieving for Kevin. Just do your best." I knocked softly on the door. I slowly opened the door and we walked quietly into the room. The room was essentially dark. In the far corner we saw Jerrod. He was sitting in a straight chair, staring into the room. There were no tears. He was deathly white, and his body seemed to be shaking. I heard Sean gasp and stop. He grabbed my hand and squeezed it so tightly that I wondered if he might break my fingers. I stopped with him, trying to think of something intelligent and helpful to say to Jerrod. Sean did the right thing and did it immediately. He walked over to Jerrod, took his hand into his, and looking directly into his vacant stare, he said softly and with intense emotion,

"Jerrod, I'm so sorry."

It was then that the floodgates opened. Jerrod stood and hugged Sean to himself and wept without control. His sobs were penetrating and painful to hear. From the shaking in Sean's body, I knew he was also weeping. I couldn't deal with the situation any longer. I walked to them, hugged both of them and wept for Kevin, for his inability to take control of his life. The agony in Jerrod's sobs tore at our hearts. He struggled to speak, tears flowing freely down his face, his nose running, his eyes flashing,

"Why? Why? How could he do this? I love him. Didn't he know that? What am I going to do without him. Why? Why?"

Sean was kissing Jerrod's tear-streaked face, speaking softly with controlled sobbing,

"Jerrod, we can't understand something like this. Kevin must have had many devils chasing him. He probably couldn't take anymore. I don't really know."

I had moved away from them. As I wiped away the tears from my face, I added,

"Jerrod, Kevin may have done this because he loved you and didn't want to hurt you anymore. Had he fallen off the wagon again?"

"He was using again. I tried to talk him out of using, but he told me it made it possible for him to go on. He was so unhappy. He felt he had wasted his life and had hurt those he loved the most. He had gotten angry and abusive after Christmas, but I ignored most of it. But lately, it had gotten worse. He didn't eat, rarely slept the night through. He stopped bathing. And he began to hit me, sometimes so hard he knocked me to the floor. There was no more sex, and the few times that there was, he became brutal, taking pleasure in hurting me. Oh, God, it was terrible. But, Ry, Sean, I still loved him," he told us until his crying was too extreme to allow him to speak any longer.

"Would you like to come home with us?" I asked.

"Yeah, Jerrod, that would be great. We could keep you company and you wouldn't have to be alone. We love you, guy. You're important to us. Please, think about it," Sean implored.

Jerrod wandered to the bed and fell across it, weeping, banging his fists on the mattress, and kicking his feet like a child having a tantrum. Neither of us tried to stop him. It was getting a bit frightening. I wondered what to do, but was saved from having to decide as Dr. Cassin came into the room. After seeing Jerrod's condition, he quickly called for the nurse to bring a hypodermic syringe to the room. We all moved to the bed, and we controlled his arms and legs long enough to allow Dr. Cassin to inject him. Soon he began to quiet down and then he was silent and unmoving. He was asleep.

"I think he should be sleeping for the next ten to twelve hours. I am assigning an orderly to be here with him; I don't think it would be wise to leave him alone. You two should get home and get some rest. Later, if he seems better when he awakes, I will have someone call you so that you can come back to see him," the good doctor told us.

"Thanks, Doc, it's difficult for us to see him in this state. I have to deal with my own emotional concerns. I was very close to Kevin. I'm not sure how I feel about all of this. But I have Sean to help me, to love me, so I will get through this. As I said this, Sean came to me and took my hand in his."

"He'll be fine, Dr. Cassin. I'll make sure of that. Thanks for everything. We'll be leaving now. Thanks again," Sean said.

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(Sean narrates)

Once in the car and on our way home, I told Ry that he couldn't go back to State. I didn't want to return either. He called Cathy on his cell phone. She assured him that she would take care of everything. Ry told her about Jerrod, and informed her that he still had to deal with the tragedy. As the conversation ended, we were driving into the parking lot of the townhouse. I was really not surprised to see Mom and Dad's car.

I didn't say anything to Ryan. I knew they had a key to the townhouse, so I anticipated seeing them waiting for us. I guessed that Cathy had informed them of the situation. I helped a shaken Ry out of the car and led him by the hand to the door of the townhouse. I opened it and heard the sound of footsteps coming down the hall. As the door opened wide, Mom stood there, Dad immediately behind her. When Ryan saw her, he broke down. He fell into Mom's arms and she consoled him softly. Dad moved to me and hugged me. Seeing my lover so distraught was all it took and I was a mess with tears.

After the initial emotional outburst, we both quieted down. Our parents were consoling us with soft words and warm embraces.

"Ryan, we're so sorry. This must be a terrible shock to both of you. Poor Kevin, he never really had a happy life. It's so tragic. How is poor Jerrod doing?" asked Dad.

"He's a mess. They had to sedate him. They are going to call us when he's awake again so that we can go to see him." By this time we were all sitting on the sofa.

Mom held Ry's hand, and occasionally ran her fingers through his hair. She cleared her throat and asked,

"Has anyone contacted Kevin's parents?"

After blowing his nose loudly, Ry answered,

"I imagine the college has done that. I don't think they will care. They disowned him a long time ago. I wouldn't be surprised if they never showed up. I don't know about arrangements."

"And Jerrod?" asked Dad.

"He won't want his parents involved. There's no love lost there either. He's alone in the world right now. Sean and I will help him through this. Won't we Sean?" Ry asked.

"Of course, Hon. We'll help him. He needs all of us right now. He seemed so tiny, so lost. It was heartbreaking."

Dad stood and looked at Mom, saying much with his eyes. He spoke to Ryan,

"Look, son, we're leaving now. If you don't want to go look at the house today, we will understand. Just let us know in time to let Greg cancel the meeting."

"No! Absolutely not! We're going to be there. The house is important. We'll be there. Right, Sean?" Ryan asked.

"Definitely, Hon. Mom and Dad, we'll be there. Jerrod won't be awake by then, so there's no reason we can't be there," I told everyone.

Mom stood and began to walk toward the door. She stopped, turned and looked directly at Ry. She told him,

"Ryan, your Dad and I will help with the arrangements. We'll have to be the family that Kevin and Jerrod no longer have. Just remember that. We'll help you take care of it."

"Thanks, Mom and Dad. As usual, you have saved us from disaster," I told him.

Dad spoke immediately,

"Nonsense. We're your parents and we love you. We want to help. We'll call you later to check on things." Dad walked to Ryan and hugged him, telling him,

"Your mother and I realize that this is a difficult time for you, but you have Sean and us. Kevin hurt you, but you loved him anyway. Don't forget the good times and the happiness you knew with him. He's at peace now after a struggle with so many devils."

"We love you, Ryan. Remember that," Mom said. They left quickly. We both stood there, not moving, not speaking. My poor Ry looked beaten, confused, sad. I took his hand and led him to the bedroom.

"You need to rest, Hon. Let me help you out of those clothes."

He didn't answer but allowed me to disrobe him. I pulled back the covers on the bed and he crawled in. I got out of my clothes quickly and joined him in bed. He came to me, put his head on my chest, and without comment, wept. I chose not to disturb him.

I was not jealous of his reaction to the death of his former lover, but I also was uncertain as to how to react. He fell asleep and I continued to stroke his face with the back of my fingers.

'How unpredictable are the turns in life,' I thought. I knew I could not sleep. I let my mind wander to the meeting about the house, wondering what was the right thing to do. How much I could depend on Ryan during this crisis, I didn't know, but I suspected that once he had worked through this terrible experience, he would be totally mine again.

I said a silent prayer, asking God to help him understand Kevin's suicide. I prayed that God would allow things to return to normal as soon as possible. And finally, I implored God to help Jerrod.

Everything would eventually become peaceful once again.

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(Sean continues)

The phone rang later in the day, waking Ry who stretched and hugged me so tightly that I had to struggle to answer the phone. It was Mom and Dad asking if we had changed our minds about the house showing. Without asking Ry, I told them it was on. I said goodbye and hung up the receiver.

"I suppose that was Mom and Dad. Did they want to know if we would be going to see the house?" he asked.

"Yeah, I told them yes. I thought you would want to do that."

"I do. Please, Sean, make love to me. I need to feel you in me, making me yours, loving me. I need that."

Without comment, I began to kiss my lover with gentleness, hoping that I could convey to him my love and concern. We spent some time kissing and exploring each other's bodies. I kissed Ry from his head to his feet, licking and kissing every known sexually stimulating area. Finally he was begging me to enter him. I had become aware of how much I wanted him, to let him know that I was there for him, that I would love him for eternity.

After we had coupled, we showered together and then dressed and readied ourselves for the meeting with Ken Mattson and the private open house. As we drove into the parking lot at Mattson's Realtors, Mom and Dad were just getting out of their car. Noticing our car, they waited for us until we reached them. We walked to the door of the establishment, entered and prepared for the 'sell'.

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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