Date: Sat, 27 Nov 2004 18:04:13 -0800 (PST) From: Scotty <niki200sc@yahoo.com> Subject: College: The Professor and Sean - Part 50 The Professor and Sean - Part 50 by Scotty Disclaimer: This is a fictional story dealing with love and consensual sexual activities between males. If you are not of legal age, reside in an area where viewing such material is illegal, or are offended by homosexuality and/or homosexual themes, leave this site now. Several songs are quoted in this story. The copyrights to these are held by the artists or their publishers and not by the author. They are quoted as a tribute to the artist and the piece. All persons in this story are fictional and any resemblance to persons living or dead is purely coincidental. The author retains all rights to this story. No reproductions or links to other sites are allowed without the permission of the author. All other disclaimers apply. A special thank you to my editor, Wayne, whose conscientious editing contributes to the quality of the storytelling. He is a real friend, a gentlemen, and a competent man. Scotty "We all find treasure in the strangest places; it is the wonder of being alive" The Professor and Sean - Part 50 (Sean narrates) The shower felt so great. I soaped my body, paying close attention to my ass, cock and balls. I wanted to be especially clean for my lover when we retired for the night. I would take an enema before bedtime so that we could enjoy the evening without any unnecessary complications. I knew that Ry would do the same thing. Doing this always makes anal sex much more stimulating and satisfying. I finally rinsed off and stepped out of the shower. I took my time drying my body. I stood in front of the full-length mirror looking carefully at my it. I was pleased with it. I was well developed, but I didn't have those bulging muscles of body builders. My cock and balls were ample and would warrant a second look from any male, regardless of his sexual orientation. Straight guys are always checking out cock size; it's a sort of competition thing, you know: who's got the longest, the thickest, and who's cut and uncut? It's almost like an athletic contest, although I'm not sure what the winner gets. I thought to myself, 'Enough of this business. It reminded me of that story from Greek mythology. A very handsome guy by the name of Narcissus keeps looking at his reflection in the water of a brook and falls in love with himself. I suspect that there is a lesson in that myth. I guess looking in a mirror can be just as bad. Wait until I tell Ryan about this. He'll laugh his ass off.' Just as I thought that, Ry sauntered into the bathroom. He looked at me with a kind of hunger in his eyes. "Hmm, my beauty, you are so sexy, Baby," he said as he walked to me, and took me into his arms. I was naked and soon erect. In a breath, Ry was naked, had dropped to his knees, and had my cock in his mouth and throat, enjoying sucking me with a sweet intensity. I was thrilled. I knew that I would cum in a short time so I decided to warn my lover, "Oh, Hon, I'm gonna cum if you don't stop," I gasped. He let my hard throbbing cock out of his mouth, kissing the head of it and licking up all the precum. He looked up at me and smiled. As he stood up, he told me, "Just a little action before I take you tonight. I want you primed and ready for me. I want a long, hot night with you. I hope you want me as much as I want you." "Ryan, I want you all the time, and right now I want you so much my balls ache. I want you to take me right this minute, but we have to finish unwrapping the gifts, call our folks, call Greg and Rog, and Janet and Cathy. Also, I should call my Aunt Emily. We have to wait. Tonight, let's really prepare so that we can make love to each other. I love you, Hon. You are my life. Can you wait until tonight for us to share our love?" Ry looked at me with a love in his eyes. He kissed me gently and pushed against me, my cock rubbing up against his hard penis, which was trapped in his shorts. I didn't know if I could resist him, as I love him so much, I want him so badly. He saved the day when he told me, "Oh, Baby, you are right. I can wait, but believe me, be prepared for a long sex-filled night. I want to ravish you, Baby. My God, Sean, I love you so much. I'll be content just to be with you until we can enjoy our lovemaking tonight." He continued, "Let's get back to the living room. I have a couple of things left for you to see. Let's go. I began to laugh and he let me go and backed away. "What's so funny, Sean? What's so damn funny?" he asked. I kissed him warmly on the lips and asked him as I giggled, "Do you want me to finish unwrapping gifts in the nude, or it it all right for me to put on some clothes?" "Do you want the truth, or the more civilized answer?" I rubbed his hardened cock and whispered softly into his ear, "You are a dirty old man, my handsome lover. If we are going to get anything done, I think it best if I get dressed. What do you think?" "Damn! You are always right, Baby. We need to finish up so many things. Okay, get dressed, but the truth is, I would have preferred that you were naked. It would have been a little more interesting, don't you think?" he asked. "Hmm, it might have been more interesting if we were both naked. But you know, Hon, that we would not have gotten to finish unwrapping gifts, or calling Mom and Dad, or anyone else. What we would have done is just make love, again and again and again. Now, would that have been fun?" I said to him with a soft laugh. "You are a little vixen, Baby. That would be fun, but we can save that for tonight." he told me as I got dressed. We hugged each other, and walked to the living room. ---------------------------------------- (Ryan narrates) It was difficult not to make love to Sean in the bedroom, but I knew that he was correct, and in my deepest soul, I really wanted to give Sean his gift as I was hoping he would love it. It had taken me a very long time to settle on what I finally decided to give him. It had been decided some time before Christmas as it would take some time to get it prepared. I wanted this to be a demonstration of my total love for him. I knew he loved me and that I loved him, and I could only hope it would be a constant reminder of our love. When we got to the living room, I asked Sean to sit in the easy chair that faced the sofa. He asked why and I told him that I was about to give him my last gift for Christmas. Then I started laughing and added that I had a couple of other gifts for him that I would happily give him later that night in our marriage bed. "I wondered if you had forgotten what I want from you later tonight in our bed. I'm totally happy with this arrangement. So where's this gift you have for me. Let's get the show on the road. No! Wait a minute, I am Santa and I wish to give you your gift first," he said. "If that will make you happy, Baby, then you can be Santa. I can't imagine what you could possibly have to give me after all the gifts that you already have given me. For heaven's sake, Sean, you have already given me such stupendous things. I mean, just the watch would have been more than enough." "Don't worry, Hon, this is just a little something extra to show how much I love you. Well, at least it's an attempt to show you. I have to get your gifts so sit down and wait patiently," he instructed me. I sat down and watched as he went to the tree and returned with five packages." "There, no more gifts under the tree," he said. Shit! It suddenly dawned on me that there was nothing under the tree for Sean. What must he think? How would I cover for this faux pas? I was such a dumb ass. I stuttered, "Now, Sean, I mean, you can't always see everything that's a gift. Sometimes a gift is too big to put under the tree. Some times it's to little, and it isn't put under the tree because the giver wants to be sure that it isn't lost," I said. "Don't look so worried, there are gifts for both of us," he interrupted.. "Let's see, here's one for you and one for me. Here, take yours, Hon. Go ahead and open it." I ripped off the wrapping and ribbon and opened the box, which I recognized as from the jewelers. I opened it and there was the gold chain and bracelet. I was astonished. I asked, "Sean, are you sure this is for me?" "I sure am. I bought it for you." Suddenly I was laughing loudly; I just couldn't help myself. How was it possible that we could have bought each other the same chain and bracelet. It was too much. It was almost spooky." "What's so funny?" demanded Sean "You'll see, Baby. Just open that gift from me," I told him with a laugh. Sean quickly opened his gift, looked in the box, looked at me with wonderment in his eyes, and then laughed loudly and with glee. "My God, Ry, great minds run in the same way. We got each other the same gold chain and bracelet. It's like the loafers. I love mine, Hon. I just love it." He ran to me and sat in my lap and began kissing me passionately. I returned his kiss with as much power as I could; our tongues reaching deep into the recesses of our mouths, until nature began the inextricable movement of blood into our male organ, and within a few moments we were both erect. I broke away from him long enough to tell him how much I also loved my chain and bracelet. We sat there for quite awhile, before we separated. Sean handed me a gift. He looked a little nervous or unsettled; I couldn't quite decide which it was or if it was either of those. I noticed the package was heavy and I was curious about what was under the gift-wrap. I managed to way "thank you' to Sean; then I began to unwrap the gift. I removed the cover from the box, pulled back some tissue and looked at something wrapped in a white linen cover. I couldn't imagine what it might be. There was a note on the cover with a pair of white gloves asking that I put them on before going any further. I was stunned. "Sean, what have you done. This mystifies me, Baby," I told him softly. "Open it, please," came his reply, which was filled with a quiet anxiety. I wondered why all this emotion? I put on the gloves and picked up the linen-covered item. I opened the end of the linen covering and looked. It was a book. I felt my body tighten with anticipation. What had my lover done for me? My hands were shaking. "Ry, please look. Please. It's important to me," he said. I removed the book from the cover and read: Ulysses by James Joyce First Limited Edition, Signed by James Joyce, Hard Cover, Excellent Condition. Bodley Head Limitied (England). I reread the title page. I gasped and emotion filled every fiber of my being. I couldn't speak. I felt tears gathering in my eyes, but I didn't wish to cry; I was stunned. How much he must love me to give me such a magnificent gift. I pulled the book and held it to my heart. Sean looked devastated, but still I couldn't speak, but finally, I whispered in a voice wracked with emotion, "Sean, Sean, Sean. I love this and I love you. I can never repay you, Baby. I want to cry with joy, but I don't want you to worry about it. I can't believe this. It's too much, my beloved. It's too much." Setting the rare book carefully on the linen, I rose and went to my lover, my partner. I took him into my arms and kissed his neck and ears, finding his lips and kissing him with the most love-filled kiss I could muster. And one large sob escaped my being. "Do you like it, Ry? Does it make you happy?" he asked quietly. "Of course I love it, Baby. I love it a great deal, but not even an iota as much as I love you. Thank you, Sean. What a priceless gift to give. Thank you, thank you, Baby." He ordered me, quietly but firmly, "Go sit down. I have a couple of other gifts for you. I know I sort of over did it, but Ry, you are my husband and I love you completely. Just for me open the last two gifts. I went back and sat down. He handed me another package. I opened it, and when I saw the linen covering, I gasped, "Baby, not again. It's too much." "Just open it all the way. I want to know if you like it, if I know you well enough, if I love you enough. Go ahead!" I pulled the book from its cover, and as I read what it was, tears flowed freely down my cheeks. It read: Finnegan's Wake, First Edition, United Kingdom, Signed by James Joyce, Hard Cover, Excellent Condition. Faber & Faber, Ltd. (England) I felt myself gasping for air,I finally realized that I was hyperventilating. Sean rushed to me, fear in his eyes. I knew I had to calm down. I had dropped the book onto the coffee table. Sean pulled me into his arms and began to softly kiss me, stroking my back and begging me to be okay. I held on to him tightly, not wanted to frighten him. Slowly I returned to normal. Sean still held me, kissing my head, continually stroking me, whispering how much me loved me. Finally he relaxed, too, and said, "I was a fool, Ry. I should never had done this. For heaven's sake, it made you ill. You scared me, Hon. I was really frightened. I will never do anything like this again. I won't ever..." I had to stop him; I loved him so much at that moment that I can't explain it. What he had done was magnificent. I was unworthy of such love, such perception of my character and being. In a labored and emotion-filled whisper, I told him, "You are no fool. Don't ever say that. You are wonderful, loving, and you know me better than I think I know myself. These two books are unbelievably beautiful and meaningful to me. They demonstrate how much you love me. Please, please, don't say you will never do anything this loving and caring and beautiful as this. Sean, it's a reflection of you, of your most intimate and spiritual self. This will be our constant reminder of a real love, a spiritual presence in our marriage. Thank you, Baby, thank you. There's no real way that I can tell you how much this means to me. I don't have the words." "I love you, Hon. I just wanted to let you know how much. Are you okay now?" he asked with concern. "I'm fine. Forgive me for frightening you. I'm okay now." "There's just one more small thing. Here open this. Please." After removing the gift-wrapping, I knew intuitively what was in the box. I took the top off, and there lay another book. What could it be? I reached in and pulled out a rather large volume and read: Collected Works of William Shakespeare, 1925 Edition, (England), Hard Cover, Superior Condition, Faber & Faber, Ltd. (England). That was it, I couldn't take anymore. I burst into uncontrolled sobs, tears running freely, my body shaking, my emotions a disaster. Sean held me tightly and cooed in my ear that he loved me, that he never intended to upset my emotions so much. Would I please forgive him? He meant only joy and happiness for me. I pushed him back onto the sofa and with emotions bursting from every molecule of my being, I began to ravish him, to try to show my appreciation. He sighed deeply and didn't interrupt my demonstration of love with words or actions. I could have eaten him up, totally, to be able to make him one with me in some spiritual way; in some metaphysical manner. Finally, I sobbed out, "I love you, Sean. I love you so much. I don't deserve you, or these gifts. Both you and they are too precious for me to have. I don't deserve this. Oh, God, thank you for my Sean. He makes my life complete. He makes me whole. He makes me happy. He fills me with joy. And, dear God, he loves me in a way that I am not worthy to be loved." Sean held me tenderly, softly pushing my hair back from my face, kissing my tear-stained face, whispering softly to me. I was an emotional wreck, only because I had been shown in a different way how much he loved me. He said to me, "Ryan Taylor, you are worthy of more love than I can ever imagine being able to give you. Although I try my best, I know that I come up short. You are so deserving of love, as you are filled with love yourself. If you were to stop loving me, Hon, I would dry up like one of the last leaves of autumn, and then I would be carried away by a cold blast of winter wind, loveless and destroyed. Please don't say that you are not worthy of my love, Beloved. You are the essence of my being, my joy, my caring spirit." I kissed him with love and caring, and told him softly as I stroked his back, that I was in better control of my emotions than earlier. "Sean, I still have another gift for you. Please sit in the chair across from the sofa where we are now sitting. I am going to ask you to wear a blindfold because I was unable to wrap this gift. Will you humor me, Baby, and do as I ask?" "Of course, I will baby. Of course I will." He moved to the chair and sat down. I reached behind the sofa and pulled out the blindfold. I walked toward him. ---------------------------------- (Sean narrates) I was still reeling from Ry's reaction to my gift of the books. His reaction was so much more than I could have imagined or hoped for. He was sincerely moved and he loved the books. I couldn't believe how happy I had made him. Cathy had been right; I had read him correctly and honored him with the gifts, which made him aware of the depth of my love for him. I was a little wary about wearing a blindfold, but I trusted him completely. My mind was a jumble of ideas. This part of the Christmas giving left me with questions about what he could have to give me as a gift. As much as I tried, I couldn't come up with any idea what the gift might be. He sat beside me on the chair forcing us against each other. I smiled at him, and gave him a peck on the cheek. "Don't worry," he told me, "nothing bad is going to happen. Just one thing, and it's important, Baby, don't peek. Please wait until I tell you to remove the blindfold. Okay, and by the way, have I told you lately that I love you?" He gently put the blindfold around my head, covering my eyes. I could see nothing, not even light. For a split second it reminded me of the darkness after the beating, but I pushed that from my mind. This was a joyous event; I feared nothing. I heard some rustling and movement and then silence. Ry spoke, "Okay, my wonderful lover and partner, you may take off the blindfold." I slowly removed the blindfold, blinked my eyes to refocus them. I looked at the sofa, unbelieving, and screamed and fell to my knees sobbing with no control. Ry was at my side immediately, holding me in his arms, telling me to relax, to enjoy his gift, but I couldn't. What I had seen, was more than I could accept at that moment in time. How could he have done this? He continued to hold me, kissing me gently, and telling me everything would be fine. "Relax, Baby. Take some deep breaths. Everything will be fine. I love you, Sean. I didn't mean to upset you like this. I'm sorry. I guess it wasn't a good idea; I should have done something else. Will you forgive me?" I found my voice and I told him, "Ryan Taylor, you just be quiet. Your gift is wonderful. And I love you more for thinking of this. I think I can handle this now. Please give me a chance, will you, Hon? If I fall apart again, it isn't that I am unhappy, it's just that I am overwhelmed by your love for me. Is that acceptable to you?" "That's fine, Baby," he said quietly. I wiped the tears away from my eyes and looked again toward the sofa. There leaning against the back of the sofa were three paintings. I looked, but I couldn't believe My eyes went immediately to the painting on the right. It was a portrait of my beloved, Ry. He was seated in a leather chair; his hands folded, grasping a pair of glasses and placed on a book in his lap. You could read the title of the book, 'The Selected Works of William Shakespeare'. He was smiling, but I felt that it was a smile just for me. His eyes were penetrating and filled with love. He was wearing a tweed jacket, a shirt open at the neck, and corduroy trousers. He was beautiful. He took my breath away, and suddenly such enormous emotion filled my being that again I burst out weeping, unable to contain myself. He was immediately at my side, holding me, caressing me. "What's the matter, Baby? he asked. "Oh, Ryan. You are so beautiful, so sexy. The artist captured your essence. The portrait is magnificent. It just blows me away." "You better take a look at the portrait on the left if you want to see a handsome, sexy guy. That's the prize portrait in my opinion." The painting on the left was a portrait of me, and it was flattering. I was seated and was leaning forward slightly, my elbow resting on my knee, and my hand under my chin. My eyes were blue as heaven, and my smile made me happy to look at it. My clothing was casual, and the background was of leaves and trees. It was me, but with some subtle improvements. "I think the artist made me look a whole lot better than I really am. I'm not that handsome," I said aloud; and not to anyone in particular. Ryan grabbed me by the shoulders and turned me forcefully toward him. He stared into my eyes, and I could see love, but also a small amount of annoyance in his eyes, too. He shook me gently, and then told me, "Don't demean yourself, Sean. That is a remarkable portrait, but it doesn't do justice to your beauty, your vigor, your eyes or that smile that you melt me with. You are a very handsome and sexy man. Don't forget that; do you understand?" "Okay, Hon, I understand. But from my perspective, the guy in the other portrait, that's you, wins without a struggle. That's final." "Bullshit, Baby. You're the winner. Final." It was then that I really looked at the portrait in the center. It was larger and was more horizontal than the other two portraits, which were vertical. I looked closely and it was of Ry and me. My arm was around Ry's waist, and his arm was around my shoulders. We both looked pretty good. But it was then that I really paid attention to the background, and when I saw what was there, a storm of emotion hit me so strongly that I lost my breath, sobbing for our memories, for our wonderful times together. There in the background stood the cabin in Vermont. I couldn't control myself. I wept for a time that was, for parents who had left me, for finding my lover, Ry, for our coming together as a married couple. All of that and much more flooded my consciousness and I simply couldn't handle it all. I collapsed. When I regained consciousness, Ry was holding me in his arms rocking me like a baby. He was speaking softly to me, telling me how much he loved me, and apologizing for upsetting me so much. I pulled him to me and kissed him with all the energy and love that I could pull together. I couldn't yet speak, but I could show my partner how much I loved him and how much I appreciated what he had done for me. He kept asking, "Are you okay, Baby. Please speak to me." A shudder passed through my body, and I struggled, but I finally said, "My dearest, dearest Ry. There is nothing in this world that I can think of that would make me any happier than the gift you selected for me. It will really be for us, as these paintings will always hang in our home. I want to be sure that all our friends see them and enjoy them as much as we do. You, Hon, have made this a Christmas that I will never forget, not even when we are old and gray. Not when we hear children noisily moving about the house. Not when we are Santa. Not when we pray together as a family on Christmas Eve. None of these will ever be able to compete with this, our first Christmas together. Ry, God has been so good to us. Thank you for loving me." We were in each other's arms, kissing and enjoying the touch of each other, the scent of each other, the growing of our closeness, and finally, nature's inevitable signal that we wanted each other then and there. In this moment of great joy, we needed to confirm our happiness with a coming together of our two bodies and spirits. By that action we would create a testament of enduring love. In the most intense and wonderful way we coupled and shared our essence with each other, melding our two spirits into a single one in this most profound moment. And we did so. ---------------------------------- (Ry narrates) Our Christmas dinner was wonderful. The two of us had only ourselves to worry about. We had dressed for dinner, and with the special meal preparations, it was almost as if we had gone out to a wonderful, expensive restaurant. The beef was mouth watering and cooked to perfection. All the fixin's added to the completeness of the dinner. We would clean up later. After dinner we called Mom and Dad to find they were anxious that we hadn't called earlier. When we explained the special gifts we had received from each other, they conceded that it was important that we enjoy those by ourselves. They were excited about our coming to Florida to spend some time with them. After our conversation with them, we called Aunt Emily. What we discovered when we reached her was upsetting to Sean. She seemed feeble and weak, but her sense of humor was intact, and she was pleased when we told her about the gifts. Sean told her to get going, as he wanted her at the concert in Boston. She laughed and told us that she would be there with bells on. That put our minds at rest. We had friendly conversations with Rog and Greg, and a bit later with Cathy and Janet; first to wish them a Merry Christmas and second to remind them of dinner tomorrow at three in the afternoon. We told them to come as early as they wished; that way, Sean told them we could put them to work. Our calling finished, we sat together on the sofa where we enjoying looking at the paintings. I also fondly handled my treasures. I knew the value of them, and was happy and warm and filled with love for Sean every time I touched them. Sean made a bargain telling me, "You clean up, and I will practice my piano. With the trip to Florida, I suspect I won't practice too much there." I answered him, "The bargain is fine, but not to worry about Florida, Mom and Dad have a piano at their place. So you can practice for hours while we go to Disney, Sea World, or the other attractions in Florida." He laughed heartily and warned me, "If you dare go anywhere fun and exciting without me, you will spend a cold night alone on the sofa. Understand! I will find enough time for my practicing." I had taken him into my arms and I kissed him firmly with some tongue. He responded with energy. I broke our embrace, and reassured him, "Baby, I wouldn't go anywhere without you, especially now that I know I would have to sleep on the couch and go without your loving. I'll be good. Now get to that piano and let's hear some practicing." We both moved to our places: Sean at the grand, and me in the kitchen and dining room taking care of the cleanup. In about an hour everything was done in the kitchen, the dishwasher was humming away, the counters glistened, and the dining room sparkled. I went back into the living room, to find Sean sitting at the piano looking out over the college and town. I hated to disturb him, but I needed to know what was the matter as I could see some tears sliding down his face. I went to him and sat on the bench beside him. I sat quietly for some time, and he didn't speak either. Finally, I asked, "Baby, what's the matter?" "Happiness, joy, wonder," he told me. "It was a great day, wasn't it?" "Ry, it was my first real Christmas. It was unbelievable. I can't imagine a better or a happier time. And you make it all possible, Lover." "There's just one more thing we need to do to cap off the day and prepare us for bed and sleep. Can you guess what?" He laughed. I laughed. We stood. We walked toward our destination. Lights off! Check alarm. Begin undressing. Hurrying to our marriage bed. Joy! It had been a remarkable Christmas. (To be continued) I welcome comments about the story. You may email me at niki200sc@yahoo.com.