Date: Tue, 8 Jul 2003 11:22:43 -0700 (PDT)
From: Scotty <niki200sc@yahoo.com>
Subject: College Life: The Professor and Sean, Part 6

The Professor and Sean, Part 6 by Scotty

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The Professor and Sean - Part 6

The next couple of weeks were almost routine, but there were problems.  We
has wonderful times together.  One problem was that we spent much too much
time at home.  Sean, however, was worried about the gossip and the effect
on my career to go out too often.  The mall became a place of refuge.  We
shopped, but often bought nothing.  We tried the movies one time, but in
the darkness, our hands got to wandering and we wanted more, so we left,
went home and made love.  Better to rent a movie, then we could watch it
and make love at the same time if that is what we chose to do.

Sean was doing well in this classes.  I missed him on certain days when he
stayed late to practice his piano.  He had to wait his turn to use any of
the colleges pianos, acoustic or electronic.  I had finally had enough.  I
decided to do something about it.

I went to see Roger Fillimore one morning before any of my classes.  He was
free as I had called him the day before to see if he had time to chat with
me.

"Ryan, my man, how's things in you life?" asked Rog with a sly smile on his
face.

I decided I wouldn't say anything at that moment.  "Oh, everything is fine.
Busy, lots of things to do.  You know how it goes." I answered.

Roy looked at me with that devilish smile and coy look.  The he just plain
asked me, "You got a lover, Ryan?  That's what the scuttlebutt says.
Anyone I know?" he asked laughingly.

"You know don't you, you prick." I blurted out.

Now Rog was laughing heartily.  I know my face must have flushed and I
wanted in some ways to poke him in the face.  But I also knew that Rog was
just having a little fun at my expense.  I glared at him, but he didn't
seem to mind.

"Ryan, my good man, I think you have the hots for one of my best piano
students.  Let me see, does the name Sean Kelly ring a bell, or should I
say, ring your bell?"

I was grinning from ear to ear.  "Rog, you can't imagine how much I love
him.  He is just spectacular.  He's intelligent; he is so mature, and he
helps with everything.  But, Rog, on top of all that, he loves me.  This is
the happiest I have been in my entire life.  Sometimes I think I am
dreaming, and then I look up and I see him curled up with a book, doing an
assignment while I am working at my desk and I know it's real.  Rog, the
very best thing is waking up every morning and looking over and seeing him
sleeping and being able to kiss the back of his neck, and gently wake him
with my kisses.  I can't believe it." I told Rog.

"By god, Ryan, it's about time.  You deserve someone like Sean.  He is a
remarkable guy. He is much more mature than any other 19 year old I have in
my classes.  He is a remarkable talent, but he would never let you know.
His interpretations of Chopin are amazing; in fact, I think he plays some
pieces with more heart and understanding than I do.  You, my friend, are a
lucky man.  And so is he, Ryan.  You are a mighty wonderful catch.  If I
hadn't been in love with Greg when you showed up on campus, I would have
been chasing your ass until I caught you.  But anyway, what's so important
that you had to talk with me this early in the morning.?"

"So, Rog, everyone on campus know about us?  You know, I don't give a shit
`cause I love him, but I am curious."  I asked.

"Hard to say, Ryan, but those of us in the know, you know the old "gay
guys" we know.  And some of the students are aware of it, but Sean is such
a great guy that I am not aware of anyone giving him any shit about it.
How about you, getting the cold shoulder from anyone in your department?
As if I didn't know." he remarked.

I was laughing now.  It would be easy to single out the real hard-
assed-consevative-right-winged-better-than-thou-asshole members of the
department, but I chose not to give Rog a list of names.  I just smiled.

"Rog, you know you'll get no names from me, but I suspect you could make
out a list and not miss more than one or two.  Anyway, I want to get a
piano for Sean so that he can practice at home.  I want him there with me,
not here waiting to use a school instrument.  I know it's crazy, but that's
how I feel.  It's probably too expensive, but it's what I want to do.  Can
you help me?"

"My God, Ryan, that is just what Sean needs.  If he had a piano at home, I
know he would turn out to be one of the best pianists that ever graduated
or will graduate from State.  He really has something intangible.  He feels
the music, like it is tied to him in some remarkably emotional way.  It's
amazing."

"Look, Rog, just let me tell you this.  If you knew about his life and his
growing up, you would understand that emotion.  He has many reasons for it.
If he would ever agree, and I could get him to tell you; first, you would
be moved to tears; second, you would want to strangle a couple of people
from his past. Finally, knowing you, you would want to hug him and help him
forget those terrible things."

"Ryan, I had no idea.  But that explains so much.  He just gets lost in his
playing.  He' s in the room physically, but his heart, his soul; well, you
just know they are somewhere else."

"I know what you are talking about.  There are times when I look at him
when he is thinking, and I know he has let himself go to someplace in his
past.  I see it in his eyes.  They are usually full of fear and caring.
But during those episodes, there is a distance and a coldness, maybe hatred
that you can sense.  He so deserves some happiness in this life.  I pray
that I am able to give him that happiness."

"Ryan, if anyone can do that for Sean it will be you and the love you two
have for each other.  But let's think about a piano.  Estella Compos, is
really getting along in years.  Her grand piano hasn't been used on a
regular basis since her husband died, jeez, 20 years ago.  Let me talk with
her.  It may take a couple of days.  I want her to know about Sean and the
level of his talent.  Maybe I'll tape his practice session.  I am sure that
if she could hear him playing, that the piano would be yours for peanuts."

"Rog, I can never repay you for this kindness.  Just one thing, I don't
want Sean to know anything about it.  This is a secret.  Think you can
arrange things in three weeks; his birthday is coming.  He doesn't know I
know.  I got our friend Pat in the Bursars Office to give me some
information on Sean."

"Look, you must be something wonderful in his life, because about two weeks
after classes began, he just bloomed.  His technique was good anyway, but
his interpretation just skyrocketed and now I know why.  You have already
repaid me more than you need to worry about.  I'll call Estella right after
my next class.  I'll let you know.  When is his birthday?"

"November 18th." I announced.

"Thanks for the lead time, you shithead." said a laughing Rog.

We hugged and I left, elated that hopefully I had a surprise for Sean's
birthday.  I silently prayed that Estella Compos would hear the same thing
in his playing that Rog did.

Time would tell.

ii


It was the first week of October and for almost that entire time, Sean had
been sullen and seemed to be troubled deeply by something.  I tried to be
understanding, but it was getting really bad.  Sean seemed disinterested in
everything including me.  Our sex life was a shambles.  I finally told
myself that I couldn't help if I didn't ask him what the matter was.  I
suspected it was the damn business with the lawyer, but I had to know.

Tonight Sean had gotten home from his practice at the music department.  He
went directly to his room after a quiet hello and an unconvincing hug and a
lukewarm kiss.  I almost grabbed him to really kiss him, but I held back.
He shut his study door, which was unlike Sean.  I was certain something was
very wrong and I knew I had to help him.  I went to his room where I
knocked lightly on the door.  There was no response.

"Sean, I know something is seriously wrong.  I need to talk to you.  Please
don't shut me out like this; our relationship is too important to me and it
will only work if we can depend on each other.  If you really love me, let
me help."

It was then that I heard the stifled sobs.  I could wait no longer.  I
opened his door and found Sean lying on the bed in the fetal position.  He
had pulled a pillow over his head to muffle the sound of his crying.  I
just stood there for a moment, knowing that this was a difficult time for
both of us.

I moved to the bed and sat on the edge.  I reached out and started to
stroke Sean's back.  His muscles were tense and tight.  My caresses didn't
make him relax.  Finally, I pulled the pillow from his head.  He looked at
me with heartbreaking eyes filled with fear. Then he was in my arms, his
head on my chest, sobbing out of control.  I just held him, stroking his
hair, telling him that I loved him, that I wanted to help.  I did nothing
else except to wait.  His crying started to get quieter, but he would
explode again a moment later.  Finally I lifted his face and crying or not,
I kissed his lips with the tenderest most love-filled kiss I could manage.
He clung to me returning my kiss.  I finally thought me might be able to
talk.

"Sean, my beautiful, Sean, what in God's name is the matter?" I asked.

Though sobs that were so heart-rendering that I almost lost it, Sean said,
"Will you help me get my things together.  Just the things I had when I
came here.  I have to leave.  I just have to leave."

I almost died right then.  The most wonderful person I had ever known and
loved wanted to leave me.  I just couldn't move for a minute.  Then my
anger replaced my intelligence.

"What the fuck are you talking about?  You are not going anywhere.  You
understand that!  You are staying right here.  Now I deserve an
explanation, Sean.  I am almost totally out of my mind.  Tell me what the
hell is going on."

"You don't understand, Ry, I have to leave.  If I don't leave, your career
is over.  Oh, Ry, I don't want to leave, but I can't let that happen." he
sobbed.

"What do you mean my career is over?  Who the hell says my career is over?"
I demanded.

"It started a week or so ago.  I didn't want you to know about it, but I
was a mess.  A couple of guys showed up in the music area while I was
practicing.  The came into my cubicle and started to taunt me.  They called
me a fag, a homo, a cocksucker.  They told me they knew all about me and my
fag teacher.  They were awful."

"My God!." was all that I was able to say.  I was very angry.

"I managed not to get too upset.  They left and said this isn't over.  I
wanted to tell you, but I thought I should handle it myself.  They came
back again another day and told me that if I didn't get my fag ass out of
your house, they would beat the living shit out of me.  That scared me, but
I knew I could take care of myself unless 5 or 6 jumped me.

I looked at Sean and saw such unhappiness in his tear-stained eyes.

"But it was always the same two.  One of them I had seen in the Cafeteria
before I came to live with you.  The other I haven't seen.  He seemed
older, maybe not even a student.  Well, today, was the worst.  They
threatened you."

"How the fuck could they threaten me?" I asked.

"They said they would go the the college president and let him know he had
a queer teacher who was sucking his students.  That was too much for me.
Doing something to me was one thing, but doing anything to hurt you and
your career, that is something else.  I told you I would never do anything
to hurt your career."

"I know that, Sean."

"So, see, Ryan, I love you too much to let this happen.  I have to leave.
Please.  It's killing me.  I don't know if I will be able to go on.  But I
have to protect you, Ryan."  And then he went to pieces.

"Those sons-a-bitches!  Sean, President Williams knows all about us.  I
went to him weeks ago.

"He knows?"

"You are of age and legal to make your own decisions.  We are not
indiscriminate about our relationship.  You know, I don't suck your cock on
the quad, but other than that it's no ones fucking business.  President
Williams told me that our private lives were private, until, and unless it
interfered with my teaching.  So, please, baby, relax."

Sean was all over me.  Kissing me, hugging me.  Telling me how much he
loved me.  And to make it even more confusing we were both weeping like a
couple of babies.

I couldn't believe the complete change in Sean.  He was smiling through his
tears, wildly humping me, kissing me all over, and then he began ripping my
clothes off.  I was after his clothes, too.  Clothes were flying all over
his room.  Soon we were naked on the bed, embracing, kissing, feeling each
other's bodies.  He couldn't get enough of me, and it was ditto for
me. Somehow all at once, it was like the first time we had made love.  It
was fresh and full of wonder.  There was almost a shyness about it.

"Ry, Ry, I want you to take me.  I need for you to make me yours again.
God, I thought I had lost you.  I wanted to die; I really wanted to die.  I
want you in every way possible.  I want to make love to you the rest of the
night, forget dinner, forget studies, forget everything except you and me."

I began by slowly tracing my fingers on Sean's face and then down his pecs
to his abs to his pubes.  I gently grasped his hard cock, and stroked it
slowly, Sean was groaning and asking me to take him I wanted this to last,
to be the best love making we had had to that moment.  I returned to Sean's
beautiful face and kissed him gently.  His eyes were filled with love and
desire.  I kissed his forehead, and then his ears.  I licked my way down
his cheek to his neck where I gave him small love bites.  He was begging me
to take him.  I whispered that I wanted him badly, but I was going to take
my time.  I wanted him to remember this.

Sean continued to move his hands on my back, reaching my butt, where he
massaged it and pushed his fingers into my ass crack.  I continued down to
his nipples where I held court for some time, licking, sucking and gently
biting them.  Sean was squirming and thrashing on the bed, his back arched
so that he could push his nipples deeper into my mouth.  I was heady with
his smell and the pleasure I was getting from making him so happy.  I
licked his abs, tonguing his navel.  I pushed my nose into his pubes where
I gorged myself on his scent: urine, sweat, cum, even fear.  I licked his
cock head enjoying his precum which was sweet.  I licked down the underside
of his penis to his testicles.  I sucked them, licked them, played with
them.  Then I moved to my special prize.  Sean lifted his legs and held
them to his chest.  My face was in his butt where I inhaled all those
sexually arousing scents.  I started to lick his ass crack and he went
slightly wild.

"Ry, please, please take me.  I want you in me.  Please, Ry, fuck me."

I placed my lips on his rosebud and started to lick and suck.  He relaxed
and I was able to push my tongue into his hole.  He was thrashing so much,
that I finally had to hold him so that I could continue to give him
pleasure.

Sean was almost screaming now, "Please, Please.  I want you in me.  Ry,
please fuck me, please."

I decided that I wouldn't use any lube, I wanted Sean to feel every inch of
my penetration.  I moved up to his chest and fed my cock into his mouth.

"Suck me, Sean, I am going to take you without lube, I want you to feel
everything.  Are you okay?"

I almost laughed; how could he answer me with his mouth full of my cock.
He did shake his head yes.  I pulled my cock out of his mouth and moved to
his crotch, kneeling between his beautiful legs.  I just barely touched his
legs and he pulled them way back so I could gain entry to his love tunnel.
I rubbed my cock head against his anus and before I could push into him, he
grabbed my ass and impaled himself onto my cock. I finished by pushing into
him up to the hilt.

"Oh, Ry, oh, oh, yesssss, oh, Ry, that is so good.  Yeh, yeh, make love to
me, Ry, make me cum.  I love you so much."

I lowered his legs a little so that his cock stood straight up.  I knew I
had to try what I had done earlier that had given us such enormously
fulfilling orgasms, I felt more comfortable this time.  I pulled slowly out
of Sean's warm and slippery ass; when I was almost completely out, I leaned
forward and took Sean's cock into my mouth and then I set up a rhythm and
as I fucked his glorious ass, I sucked his beautiful cock.

 I also decided to play with his balls with one hand and tweak his nipples
with the other.  He had reached to me and was working my nipples, too.
Sean was lifting his body off the bed to meet my plunges into his ass.  I
began to increase the speed and I knew as I did that I was rubbing his love
button each time I fucked him.  I was approaching a place of complete and
utter pleasure.  I kept telling Sean I wanted him, that I loved him, that I
wanted him to remember this and then it sounded like babble to me.  Sean
was in complete ecstasy, I could feel his body tensing, and his ass ring
began to tighten around my cock.  Then I heard Sean shouting and crying and
I felt his warm cum as it hit the back of my throat - pulled out slightly
so that I could enjoy his sweet nectar, but he didn't stop shooting.  Cum
was running out my my mouth, but I kept sucking as I did not want to loose
a single drop of his seed.  At the same time I started shooting and then it
was a mystery of unbridled beauty, there were stars and fireworks and
colors and my entire body was floating and I continued to shoot; Sean was
still shooting, too.  And it went on for a very long time, I guess, because
I had completely lost any idea of time or place.

I was exhausted and I felt Sean's legs tightly clasped around my ass
holding me in him.  Our bodies were wet with sweat.  Sean was practically
eating me, he wanted my tongue, he began to bite on my lips, he bit my
neck, he was sucking on my neck as I was on his.  And we finally just lay
there, our breathing trying to return to normal.  I could feel Sean's heart
beating rapidly against my chest.  My own heart was beating fast.  I was
gently caressing Sean.  He was quiet. He sighed deeply.  I pulled my head
to his and gently kissed his lips.  I said nothing.  I was still hard in
him and he was still hard, too.

"Ry, I will never doubt that you can take care of yourself again.  I was a
crap head again.  I'm so sorry.  I know you told me it would get better,
making love.  But I thought after the other time that nothing could get
better.  But this was, this was...I can't even explain it.  I just know
what it means to be in love with you and to have you love me in return.
Thank you for loving me, Ry.  I only wish that I could show you how much I
love you." he stammered.

"Sean Kelly, if you don't stop demeaning yourself, I think I will whip your
beautiful ass.  Understand me.  I already know how much you love me.  Don't
you think that this experience we just had showed me how much you loved me.
Do you realize how much pleasure you gave me.  And I will not only take
care of myself, but I intend in every way I can to take care of you.  I
want to keep you from harm.  My god, Sean.  I want you again and always." I
said

"Well, show me again, Ry," he blurted out.

"Oh, no, baby, I want you.  I want to feel you in me; I want your seed in
me, filling me with your essence.  Don't move."

I pulled my still erect penis out of Sean who protested, but I knew what I
wanted.  His cock was standing at attention dripping copious streams of
precum.  I moved up, straddling his cock.

"Grab your cock and hold it, help me get to the right place.  I want to sit
on your cock, Sean."

"Oh, wow, yes." he said.

I lowered myself and Sean felt of my ass and found my hole relaxed and
waiting.  He steered his cock to the right place, and then pushed on me so
that I knew to start lowering myself.  It hurt like hell.  Sean is big, but
I wanted him now without foreplay.  I had gasped and Sean knew the
situation.

"Take your time, Ry, I know I am big.  I don't want to hurt you, honey." he
encouraged me.  "Your cock, is magnificent and I want it all, every single
inch of it.  I want your fuck sword all he way in my scabbard.  That was
poetic, wasn't it?" and we laughed.

I slowly lowered myself onto Sean's man pole, enjoying every inch of it as
it slowly filled my hot ass.  Finally I was sitting on Sean, his cock
totally enveloped in my warm inviting love nest. I didn't move for a
moment; it felt so right to have Sean in me.  I had never let Kevin fuck
me, but with Sean it was different; the difference was love.  Sean
patiently waited for me.

I didn't touch myself nor did Sean.  I was kissing him passionately,
exploring his mouth with my tongue.  He was doing the same to me.  He had
started to play with my nipples sending me on a high.  I started to slowly
move up and down on his love pole.  It was glorious!  Sean had his hands
under my ass now and was assisting me as I rode him.  I started to increase
my speed, and Sean unknowingly began pushing up as I brushed his love
button with every stroke.  I was getting to the edge, so I pushed his hands
away and just sat there until I thought I was in control.

"My, god, Ry, I want to fill you.  Please, let's get to that wonderful
place again, please." he begged.

I started riding again and with the assistance of Sean's strong hands and
arms and his mighty jackhammer movement up into me, he was fully engulfed
in my ass.  I was panting and mumbling encouragement to Sean to help me
ride his cock.  I was there, and I couldn't stop, my cock started pulsing
and shooting gobs of cum on Sean's beautiful chest, and on my chest.  There
was more cum then I thought I ever had in me.  And it didn't stop; it
pumped out of me and landed on our faces and nipples.  As this was
happening my ass ring tightened around Sean's love pole and he lost it,
too.  He was filling my love canal with load after load of his youthful
love juice.  I thought we would never finish.  Soon we were just a mess of
arms, legs, and bodies.  We were kissing now at a feverish pitch.  Trying
as we did so, to return to reality.  I pulled away from Sean and licked my
cum off his chest, sucking it gently from his nipples.  He just lay there,
watching me with those beautiful eyes, and then he smiled.

"Awesome!" I said.

We both laughed.  We hugged and felt my cum getting sticky.  He stroked my
hair, but one hand was on my thigh keeping me impaled on his cock.  It was
getting hard again.  He just kept smiling.

"No way, Sean, enough is enough.  How can I ever satisfy you, my handsome
lover?" I asked in a playful tone.  "Just be with me.  Love me.  and I will
be satisfied."

"I think a shower is in order and then some serious talk.  And no arguments
or not another time like we just had."

Sean smiled, kissed me, and helped lift me off his now steel hard cock.  We
rolled off the bed and ran to the bathroom to enjoy a shower.  I had a ton
of cum to drain out of my ass.

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After the shower, we pulled on shorts and t-shirts and went into the
kitchen to get something prepared for dinner.  Every time I got close to
Sean I would hug him and kiss him and tell him how much he meant to me.  He
would smile that wonderful smile of his and tell me that he felt the same.
I was more interested in loving Sean than getting dinner, but I kept my
composure long enough to get some chicken sauteing; some pasta ready to
cook, and I used the blender to get some tomatoes ready for a sauce.  The
garlic in the fry pan with the chicken gave off such a delectable odor.  I
cut some fresh basil to break the leaves; I would add that to the sauce at
the end.  I asked Sean to get the frozen garlic bread out of the freezer
and following the directions to get it ready for the oven.  Sean laughed a
little.

"You know, Ry, I had to do a lot of the cooking when there was just Aunt
Emily and me.  She is having trouble getting around and her memory isn't
what it once was..  She is also frail.  At least now she's getting the care
she needs every day.  The local welfare office arranged for people to help
her with her personal care.  Another group in town cleans her house for
her.  And meals on wheels get her meals to her each day.  On weekends, the
church fills in on the meals thing.  A local senior bus picks her up when
she had a doctors's appointment.  It isn't much of a life, but I don't
worry too much about her."

"Sean, have you called her since you got here?  Does she know where you are
living?"

"I call her once a week from the pay phone on campus.  I don't use your
phone because I don't want to get your bill out of whack.  I want to try to
help you in some way with the bills.  I know you have to spend a lot more
on food now.  I try to help around here.  Changing our bed, dusting,
cleaning the bathroom.  I try to help with meals, when you will let me, and
I do laundry, mine and yours.  I have to help you, Ry.  It's only fair." he
told me.

"Really, Sean, I appreciate all that you do.  I've noticed how much you
help.  I guess I'm guilty of not telling you how much I appreciate it.  I
know I haven't thanked you enough.  But what you do makes my life much
easier.  But, look, calling your aunt should be done here where live and
are loved, not in a student union full of noisy college students.  From now
on, call from here.  Does she know we will be going to VT?" I asked.  "No,
I didn't want her to think about it too long.  I'm not sure how it will go
with her.  She has become a little unpredictable in her old age.  And she
really is not in good health.  I thought I would wait until the time was
almost here.  Did I screw up again?"

"Sean, cut the shit.  There you go again demeaning yourself.  I think your
decision was mature and thoughtful.  I fully support it.  I'm proud of you,
Sean."

"Thanks, Ryan.  It means a great deal to me when you tell me I am mature
and thoughtful and that you are proud of me.  It makes me happy all over.
Thank you."

"Things are going okay for dinner.  Now, we have to get some things
straight and we have to make some plans.  First, I don't want you
practicing alone after school."

"But, Ry, I will be okay.  Really." he interrupted.

"Sean, please listen.  If Dr. Fillimore isn't there, don't stay; come to my
office immediately after your last class.  No dallying.  I'm really
concerned about these gay bashing assholes.  You don't know what they might
do.  If anything happened to you, Sean, do you know what that would do to
me.  I would be in such a funk that I wouldn't even be able to teach.  I
would be out of my mind.  So please, as elementary as some of this seems,
please do it.  God, I don't even want to think about what those assholes
might do."

"See, Ry, this is why I didn't want to tell you.  I didn't want you to
worry about me, to have anything happen to you.  If something happened to
me, I would know that you were still safe and that your life could go on."

"Sean, I don't want to hear you say anything like that again.  Because I
love you, I will worry about you.  Nothing will happen to me, Sean.  You
are the person who is in jeopardy.  Those jerks are not going to tangle
with me. It would be a difficult thing to do on campus, and I doubt that
they would ever try anything here.  So let me worry about you."

"Ry, I'll do whatever you ask me to do."

"I'm going to talk with Rog tonight after dinner.  I want him to know
what's going on.  It's happening in his area, and he is responsible for
what takes place there.  He should know.  I'm sure he will have some ideas
about how to handle this.  We are both older gay adults, so we have a
special sense of this terror and we want to stop it.  You and I have a
right to live our lives as we wish if we don't interfere with other lives.
That's the way it should be for us."

I started the pasta, and checked the chicken.  It was ready for the
tomatoes, salt, pepper, onion powder, and celery salt.  A quick taste
assured me that it was fine. Sean had the bread in the oven.  I had put out
some things for a salad and was pleased to see Sean putting together a nice
salad.

I didn't want Sean to know how frightened I was about the episodes with the
guys who had threatened both him and me.  He seemed to be somewhat at ease,
but I also knew Sean would never let me know how frightened he was.  I
decided that I would tell him of my fear.

"Sean, I want you to know that I am frightened at what those assholes might
do to you.  It really is bothering me."

"I am scared, too, Ry.  I just know I have to go about my life as normally
as I can.  I will be careful where I go, and I will keep my eyes peeled for
trouble.  But I can't crawl in a hole and die.  I am more concerned about
you than I am about what they can do to me.  They will probably get a big
treat beating the shit out of me.  But you, Ry, they want to ruin you.
That really scares me."

"You worry about yourself, Sean.  Let me take care of you.  I am okay,
believe me.  The chances of those bastards doing anything to me is remote.
Harming you would harm me, and I think they know that.  So we have to
protect you, baby.  Rog will have some ideas, too."

The bell on the timer rang indicating that the pasta was ready.  I brought
it to the sink and drained it.  Sean had already taken the bread out of the
oven, had set the table, and has put our salads on the table.  I dished out
the chicken and pasta with lots of sauce.  I gave Sean twice as much as I
took for myself.  There was more left just in case Sean wanted more.  If he
wasn't any hungrier than I was, they would be food left to reheat for
another meal.  We sat at the table and joined hands.

I prayed, "Dear God, Bless the food we are about to eat, and bless us that
we may live good lives and are compassionate for those who are in need.  I
ask You to keep Sean safe from his enemies, and keep us together as a
loving couple.  Amen."

Sean looked at me and smiled.  "That was a nice prayer, and I really
appreciate that you would ask God to keep me safe.  But I even more
appreciated that you asked Him to keeps us together as a loving couple.
Amen.  Amen."  he said with reverence and emotion.

We ate a quiet meal.  Smiling at each other, but not talking.  Each of us
had his own thoughts.  We finished and Sean began the cleanup.  I tried to
help but he told me to call Rog.  So I did.  I dialed Rog's number, it
started ringing and on the third ring, I heard Greg's deep sexy voice.

"Hello, Fillimore and Raymond residence."

"Hey, Greg, Ryan here.  Is Rog busy?  It's really important.  You might
want to be on the extension.  I am a wreck about it."

"Hold on, buddy.  Rog, it's Ryan and it's important.  He'll be right here."

"Hey, Ryan, what's happening that's so important?" Rog asked.

"Look, Rog, what I have to tell you is real serious shit.  For the past
week of so, some bastards have been showing up while Sean has been
practicing piano in your area, threatening Sean because he lives with me.
They want to hurt both of us because we are a gay couple."

"I'll be a son-of-a-bitch!" interjected Greg.

Rog quickly asked, "Who the fuck are these guys?  Does Sean know them?"

"He's seen one of them in the cafe before he moved in with me.  He doesn't
know his name, though.
 The other guy he thought was older and may not even be a student here at
State.  They threatened him with bodily harm and they threatened to go to
President Williams and report that I was a cocksucking pervert having sex
with one of my students.  I told you earlier that I went to Williams weeks
ago and told him what was going on.  He didn't bless the union, but he said
as long as it didn't interfere with my teaching, it was a private matter."

"Fuck, Ryan, I don't know what to say." said a disbelieving Rog.

No doubt how Greg felt, "I say we get the bastards and beat the shit out of
them.  That's what those fuckers need.  They need their brains rearranged
so they can think clearly.  Those fucking assholes.  Boy, would I like just
10 minutes with the two of them?"

"Calm down, Greg.  We need to think clearly and not overreact and become no
better than they are.  We don't want that." cautioned Rog.

"You're right as usual, lover.  Just pisses me off that some snort- nosed
prick would have the balls to threaten a student and a faculty member.
Blows my mind."

"Let me think for a minute." said Rog.

"Rog, I told Sean he wouldn't be able to practice unless you were there
with him, or I would get over and stay with him while he practiced.  I
don't want any harm to come to him.  I am worried.  You know how I feel
about him, and to think that because we love each other, I have put him
into an awful situation.  It's just not fair."

"Damned right it isn't fair." said a still angry Greg.

"We haven't done anything to harm anyone.  I like to beat the shit out of
them, too, Greg.  But I know Rog is right; we don't want to turn into the
same kind of jerks that they are."

"How does this sound, Ryan.  I will be sure to be with him while he
practices and I will drive him home and escort him into your townhouse.  I
won't let him out of my sight."

"I like the sound of that. Rog." I said

"Seconds from me." added Greg

"Also, I am going to ask Security to put on a plainclothes guy to watch
what's happening.  Once I tell them that a student has been threatened,
they will be there with bells on.  Not to worry about that.  God, I would
love to catch those bastards."

"So would I.  When they are caught I hope they get the book thrown at them.
The little bastards."  interjected Greg.

"Ryan, I do have some great news for you, though.  Talked with Estella
Compos and then played a tape of Sean playing Chopin.  It blew her away.
And guess what, she will sell you the grand piano for one dollar providing
you give it to Sean.  That's how impressed she was."

I was blown away by Ms. Compos' offer.  "Wow!" I said.

"I told her that you wanted to give it to him as a birthday gift. She told
me to tell you that was fine with her.  So I have Greg and some of his big
hard buddies (Greg was laughing loudly in the background) to move the
piano, and I have asked Chet Balkins to tune it after it was moved and to
clean it - after 20 years, you know, probably full of mouse turds and who
knows what else."

"Rog, you finally admit that I have hard buddies.  What about me sweetie?"
joked Greg.

"Greg, no bedroom talk.  It will embarrass Ryan.  He' very innocent."
laughed Rog.

"Yeh, and I do ballet in my jockstrap." said Greg.

"Well as an innocent, I think I might like to see that, Greg." I said.

"Enough, enough. you two silly asses.  So, Ryan, I thought we could do
this.  You pick a day.  I will let Greg and Chet know.  I will keep Sean on
campus practicing.  I can work on some small matters of technique.
Actually I will be bluffing, but I hope he doesn't see through it.  I
thought you might be able to get the house arranged and get some stuff for
a party.  I wondered if Estella could be there.  And of course, Greg and I,
and how about Cathy and Janet.  If there are any others, straight or gay,
please - it's your party" he said laughing.

"Rog, I don't know what to say.  This news helps more then you can imagine.
Give me a couple of days and I'll let you know.  Yes to Estella and Cathy
and Janet.  I might like to invite Pat, too.
 She's been so great.  And if you and Greg have any gay couples, please
invite them.  Warn them that there will be only a champagne toast, no other
booze.  Well, maybe some beer for Greg.  I could hear Greg laughing again.
Thanks you guys, I hope you sleep well tonight, I know that I will.  God
bless."  and I hung up.

It was then that I noticed Sean standing in the kitchen doorway.  "Rog had
some good ideas. Want to hear them?"

"Maybe for just a little while.  I think I am ready for bed.  Are you?"

"Hmmmm, just sleepy, huh?  I don't know.  Guess I could tell you what Rog
said in the morning.  You want to go to bed and I can join you later?"  I
asked laughing.

"Well, maybe." he said laughing.  He dropped his shorts and his cock was a
full attention.  He pulled off his t-shirt.  He was smiling that smile of
his.  I took off my t-shirt and dropped my shorts, I was fully erect.

"Get the lights, and whoever gets in bed first gets fucked or whatever he
wants." I laughingly told him.

The race to the bedroom was a tie.  We jumped into bed and were immediately
in each others arms.  Then Sean really surprised me.

"Can we just hold each other right now?  I need to feel safe." he asked.

We kissed gently, together in each others arms.  Safe at least at this
moment, we fell asleep.

(to be continued)

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