Date: Fri, 5 Aug 2005 12:25:49 -0700 (PDT)
From: Scotty <niki200sc@yahoo.com>
Subject: The Professor and Sean, II-14

The Professor and Sean - Book Two - Part 14

by Scotty

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   We all find treasure in the strangest places; it is the wonder of being
alive.
						Scotty

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contribution is significant and greatly appreciated.

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

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The Professor and Sean, Book 2, Part 14

(Sean narrates)

There were a couple of times as Aunt Emily was telling me about my family
history when it was all I could do to maintain control.  With my lover
beside me, his strength flowing to me as he held my hand and at times
holding me in his strong arms, I was able to make it through.  That is,
until, she described the solemn gathering at the tree when my sister
Estelle was laid to rest.  I lost it, Ryan lost it, Aunt Emily lost it.
Only Father O'Rourke maintained his composure and was able to console Aunt
Emily.  Ryan had helped me; and I discovered later, I had helped him, too,
as he told me he felt my strength, my maturity.  I guess I have grown up,
mostly of necessity.  I am no longer a child, and if I want to be a
responsible parent, I need to get my act together.

After a warm conversation among all of us, we said our good-byes to Aunt
Emily and left to return Father O'Rourke to his residence.  We were very
quiet all the way to his place, because, I guess, each in his own way was
sorting out the events of the day.  Ryan would glance back at me and smile,
reassuring me that he was there for me.  Father seemed to be deep within
himself, praying for something that was extremely important to him.

I thought back to those days when he was helping me understand God, and I
realized he had been like my dad; explaining, loving, and caring about me.
I guess it was then that I suddenly was aware that, for him, I was like a
son.  When I realized this, I was filled with emotion as well as a feeling
of love and caring that welled up in me and flowed to him.  He was a holy
man, and his place was with God in heaven.

"Sean, help the good father out of the car, please," Ryan gently ordered.

 It broke my reverie, and I returned to the present.  I helped the old man
out of the Explorer, and Ry and I walked him back to the building and into
the lobby.  I felt deep emotion building within me, and without any
provocation, I hugged the beloved man to me, holding tightly and praying
silently for him.  Somehow I knew that I would not see him alive again.  I
think he sensed it, too, and therefore made no attempt to break our
embrace.  Ry stood nearby, understanding the emotion that was flowing
between the two of us.  Father finally broke our hug, and moved to Ry and
hugged him deeply and long, too.  Then he turned and said to me,

"My son, we will meet again in some other place.  But we will meet again.
I have loved you as my son, Sean.  And if I had been able to have a son, I
would have wanted one who was exactly like you.  And Ryan, I have your
promise that you will love and care for Sean as long as you live.  God
willing, we will discuss this all at another time and in another place
where there will only be happiness and joy.  God bless you both."

He turned quickly and then slowly and with great labor, shuffled down the
hall and out of our earthly lives.

There was no force on earth that could have prevented it.  I burst into
tears as I saw this holy man leave us, his journey finished.  Now, he only
waited patiently for God to call him home.  I was confident that he would
live on in our memories for as long as we lived.  I discovered that Ryan,
too, was weeping, tears streaming down his face.  We fell into each other's
arms supporting each other with our physical strength, and strengthening
our emotional resolve to let him go.

"Sean, Baby, are you going to be okay?  Do you realize how much that man
loved you, Sean?  I mean...."

I interrupted Ry and told him, "My lover, Father O'Rourke loved both of us
deeply.  He saw in us something good and vital.  He approved our of our
union, and he saw promise in our togetherness.  He loved us both."

Ry looked me in the eyes, and after kissing me gently on my lips, said to
me,

"Don't you understand, Baby, he loved you as his son.  He loved you as only
a father loves a child.  How fortunate you were to have him in your life.
He is a remarkable man and I love him as I do my own father."

"I know, Hon, and it humbles me."

We walked slowly to the Explorer, got in, and with Ry driving, we left to
return to the inn, call Florida, and make arrangements to leave early the
next morning.  Knowing the solution to the mystery, and filled with
hopefulness, we would continue our life together with happiness and joy.

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(Ryan narrates)

After the emotional parting with Father O'Rourke, and the drive back to the
inn, I was pretty much drained.  It had been a day I would not soon forget,
and I sensed that Sean was also exhausted, physically and emotionally.  It
was, after all, his life that we had been exploring.  He had been silent on
the drive from Father O'Rourke's place.  He seemed sad, and I realized that
he knew that he would never see the old priest alive again.  I knew it,
too.

I said to him, "A penny for your thoughts, Baby."

We were about two or three miles from the Inn, when Sean ordered me to pull
over.  I found a pull-off and stopped the Explorer.  Sean undid his seat
belt and moved to me.  He undid my seat belt, too, and told me,

"I want you to kiss me, love me, make me aware of how wonderful life can
be.  Please, Ry, I love you so much."

I knew exactly the feelings he was having because I felt the same way.  For
the entire day we had dealt, in one way or another, with death.  It was
time to remember what living was all about.  I grabbed him, pulled him to
me, kissed him passionately, and let my hands explore his body.  He was
moaning in appreciation.  I broke our kiss to tell him,

"You just wait till we get back to the inn.  I am going to show you how
wonderful being alive is.  So let's get going, Baby."

Sean smiled that smile at me and I was lost in the depths of his beautiful
eyes, seeking only complete union with him.  He sat back in his seat as we
re-buckled our seatbelts' Then with his famous giggle, he told me,

"Drive on, Sir.  Take us to our love nest where you will make me yours and
I will make you mine.  Quickly, please, as my desire is great."

I laughed and told him,

"My desire is hot and filled with the fire of love and lust.  I will make
love to you for as long as you wish and as long as my stamina can hold
out."

"Ha!  Your stamina is indefatigable.  Our entire night will be one of
mutual pleasure.  I am your slave, mighty master."

Laughing, I restarted the Explorer, and we drove away toward the Inn and
our destiny.

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(Jesse narrates)

We had returned to the bar after dinner.  Kent and I were both interested
in Graham, and we thought we might get an opportunity to chat with him.  As
it turned out, he was busy cleaning up and so there was little
conversation.  He did mention that he had the next day off as did Peter,
the bellhop.  I asked him if he would be around the next day.  He smiled at
me and told us,

"I `ll be here if there's something interesting to do.  I think Peter might
be interested in some fun tomorrow, too.  We'll check your room about
eleven in the morning."

"Sensational," Kent responded.  With that we left and returned to our room,
hoping that we wouldn't oversleep in the morning.

As it happened, we were up by nine, and had finished breakfast by ten
thirty.  We hurried back to the room and watched television.

The clock showed the time to be eleven fifteen and Kent and I had decided
that it was a wash out.  I told Kent that we should probably get naked and
fuck each other.  He stood and began taking off his clothes, when there was
a knock at the door.  We exchanged a knowing smile.

I hurried to the door and there stood Graham and Peter.

`Hmm,' I thought to myself, `this could be a hot day.' and then I asked
them in.

Kent walked over to them and extended his hand, Graham shook his hand, and
smiling broadly, said to us,

"Glad you guys waited `cause we are a little late.  I overslept, but
thankfully Peter didn't."

As he was talking I was taking a long look at Peter.  He wasn't as tall as
Graham, but he was cute; slight, but not skinny, with black hair and dark
eyes.  He had a wonderful smile, which showed his beautiful teeth.  He was
hot, and he was young.  I guessed he was not twenty.  I was brought back to
reality when I heard him speaking,

"Graham has a reputation for oversleeping.  He's too active late at night
and has to make up for it.  He's gets yelled at frequently by Inn
management because he is often late."

"True, lover boy, but I enjoy my evenings as you know.  Look, Peter and I
are wondering if you two hot guys are gay?"

Kent moved to Graham, and as he moved his hand down Graham'a arm, he told
them,

"Yea, we're gay.  Are you two?"

For an answer, he and Peter unzipped and pulled out their cocks.  Peter's
cock was a surprise as it was large and thick for such a small guy, and to
our complete pleasure, Graham sported at least six inches soft.  Hard, he
would stick out at about nine inches.  Peter's cock was hardening now, and
it was obvious that he had eight or better inches of cock.

In response to their move, Kent and I removed our shirts, dropped our
trousers and stepped out of them.  Then we hooked our thumbs in our
underwear waistbands and pushed them down.  Our now hardening cocks sprang
loose and stood before us in all their glory.  There was a second or two
pause, and then as if on cue, I knelt before Peter and began to suck on his
beautiful cock.  Graham was immediately on his knees and had Kent's
substantial cock deep in his throat.  This went on for just a short time,
when Peter said,

"I have the key to one of the cabins, it's not rented out right now because
it is being redone in the spring.  It's heated, and there's a king-size bed
and a ceiling mirror.  The Jucuzzi works fine, the fridge is full of
drinks, and we don't have to worry because it's my place until they
refurbish it.  Living room, fireplace, everything.  Want to go there for
privacy?  They'll be here soon to clean."

As I pulled my mouth off that his tasty prick, I said to Peter, "For sure
let's go there.  I have some wonderful things I want to do to you to make
you happy and to enjoy sexual pleasure.  If I am lucky, maybe, you'll
return the pleasure."  In answer, he dropped to his knees and swallowed my
cock, reached around me and shoved his middle finger up my hot and ready
asshole.

"Oh, Peter, I want you in that king-size bed.  Are you guys coming?"

Graham, who was now face fucking Kent, pulled his cock out and said,

"Come on cocksucker, I have plans for you and your fuck buddy and Peter.
Let's go.  Everyone was fully dressed in moments and we were off to the
cabin, which was temporarily Peter's home.

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(Sean narrates)

The day had been one that I would not soon forget.  I wondered how long it
would take me to deal with the idea of a sister, long dead, but still a
sister.  I tried to imagine what my mother and father must have gone
through, especially at a time when children born out of wedlock were
thought of as less than respectable. I also imagined what my mother had to
endure.  Being pregnant before marriage probably marked her as a loose
woman.  My father, too, must have been ostracized. His parents must have
been angry, not to mention my mother's parents whom I suspect blamed it all
on my father.

When you love someone, it is difficult not to express your love in that
most sublime way.  Making love, by giving of yourself to the one you love,
stands at the pinnacle of human expression.  I knew that my mother and
father must have been deeply in love.  I could also recognize that they
were also driven by lust, but that could not have been the most important
reason for their mating.
 There is, after all, a primal mechanism that drives the species to
reproduce.  If there is anything sad about a gay paring, it is, perhaps,
that there is no progeny.  In today's world that can be circumvented and
gay couples can have children.

I don't think of our adopting the three boys as circumventing anything.  We
simply wanted to have children, and we had discovered these three boys who
needed a home and love.  If the good Lord was willing, we would soon have
them with us.

And when we left Father O'Rourke, I knew without the slightest doubt that I
would not see him alive again.  There was an unspoken message that I could
sense.  I was surprised at my reactionm which was a mixture of sadness and
joy.  I was sad that I was losing a good friend, but filled with joy
because I knew he would end his journey soon, for which he had lived his
whole life, moving toward heaven and God.

"A penny for you thoughts, Baby," I heard Ry say.

Just thinking about the day and what I learned about my family; coping with
death in a variety of ways.  I asked Ryan to pull off the road and stop.  I
told him,

"I want you to kiss me, love me, make me aware of how wonderful life can
be.  Please, Ry, I need your reassurance."

Ry grabbed me, pulled me to him, kissed me passionately, and let his hands
explore my body.  I was moaning in appreciation.  He broke our kiss to tell
me,

"You just wait till we get back to the inn.  I am going to show you how
wonderful being alive is.  So let's get going, Baby."

I smiled at him and giggled as I told him,

"Drive on, Sir.  Take us to our love nest where you will make me yours and
I will make you mine.  Quickly, please, as my desire is great."

He laughed and told me,

"My desire is hot and filled with the fire of love and lust.  I will make
love to you for as long as you wish and my stamina can continue."

I laughed and told him that his stamina was indefatigable.  I reminded him
that our night would be one of mutual pleasure.  For effect, I added that I
was his slave and he was my master.  He apparently liked that idea, as he
laughed, and quickly restarted the Explorer.  Soon we were driving rapidly
to the Inn.

When we arrived at the Inn, the darkness of the evening was just becoming
intense as it does in January.  We went directly to our cabin where we
showered together, enjoying each other's bodies.  I was thrilled when Ry
picked me up in his arms and took me to our bed.  We lay naked and erect on
the bed, kissing each other and exploring our bodies.

Ry rolled me onto my back and pushed my legs back.  I put my hands behind
my knees and pulled my legs back and apart.  As I did this, I felt Ry's
warm breath on my ass crack.  He licked me causing my body to rise up from
the bed.  Soon he was using his tongue as a probe, moving it in and out of
my hot hole.  I was in ecstasy.  I wanted him in me, his manhood deep in my
rectum rubbing against my prostate.

"Please, please, Lover, fuck me.  Fuck me now!"

Ry worked some KY into my quivering anus, inserting his fingers into me
making my hole open for his magnificent cock.  He entered me without
difficulty and with one slow, steady push he was totally enveloped by my
ass.  At first, I didn't want him to move, rather, I wanted the fullness in
me to continue, the pressure of his body against mine, his lips meeting
mine, and his tongue exploring my mouth.

But Ry continued his lovemaking, moving with such exquisite motion in and
out, brushing my love-button and bringing me to an almost unbearable height
of sexual pleasure, only to stop thereby allowing me to slowly come down to
reality.  Then he slowly pulled his beautiful penis out of me and rolled
onto his back.  At that moment I felt alone, deserted, but he quickly
brought me back when he asked me to make love to him.  I was certainly
horny enough to top him.  When I moved to him, he had already pulled back
his legs, allowing full access to his pink rosebud.

I couldn't help myself and was soon licking and kissing his ass, using my
tongue to excite him by moving it in and out of his hole.  I found the KY
and started to work on his hole, but he would not have it.

"Now, now!  Fuck me, Sean.  I want you so much, please," he urged me on.

I moved into position, and quickly placed my hard cock at the opening to
his body and pushed in with one rapid decisive plunge.  He didn't whimper,
but extolled me to fuck him harder and faster.
 I tried to maintain his sexual high, but I knew that if I kept it up I
would soon lose control and cum in him.  He had reached around me with his
arms and now had his legs on my shoulders, which I had taken into my hands
and had pushed them wider apart.  It was then that I noticed how beautiful
his feet were.

Without thinking I began to lick his feet, first one and then the other.  I
sucked his toes as I continued to fuck him and his moaning increased,
telling me that he was enjoying himself.  I was near climax, and before I
could say anything, Ry was shooting his hot man juice onto his chest and
mine.  As he shot off, his ass muscles tightened and I filled him with my
hot cum, gasping for breath, sweating profusely and trembling.

"My God, Sean, that was amazing.  I don't think I have even been so
aroused, so intensely excited.
 Thank you, Baby," he told me.

I was lying on top of Ry with my cock, still erect, deep inside him.  Our
chests were glued together by his cum and our sweat; we were kissing
passionately.  I lifted myself up a little so that I could look at my lover
and said to him,

"I love you so much, Hon.  I want to stay like this for a while.  Is that
okay with you?"

He just pulled me closer to him, kissed me tenderly, and yawned.  I lay my
head on his chest, and closed my eyes.  In seconds we were both asleep.

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(Ryan narrates)

Someone knocking on the door awakened me.  I moved away from Sean, who
immediately pulled me back.
 He murmured,

"No, don't leave me, please.  Stay with me."

I kissed him and told him I needed to answer the door.  I got out of bed
and pulled on a pair of shorts that were lying near the bed and stumbled
out to the door.  I looked through the peephole and saw that it was Kent
and Jesse.  I really didn't want to answer the door, but I knew we had to
make plans for tomorrow, so I unlocked the door and ushered them in.

"Hope we didn't disturb you, but we wondered if you were okay.  You didn`t
show up for dinner at the usual time, so we thought we had better check on
you," Kent said to me.

At just about that moment, Sean came into the iving room naked.  He simply
said `hi' to the guys, turned and went back into the bedroom and I assumed
the bathroom.  Again, Jesse examined Sean as if he were on display.  It
pissed me off, but I held my tongue.

"So, how did the day go, and what are your plans for tomorrow?" asked Kent.

I sighed and told them, "Today is a long story, which we will tell you
about later.  Tomorrow we want to leave here by six AM so that we can fly
out before eight and get back to Florida as early in the day as possible.
Will that be a problem?"

Jesse looked at Kent, and after a moment's hesitation, he hurriedly told
me,

"It's a good thing you're telling us tonight.  We have a lot of things to
take care of if we want to leave early in the morning.  But it's not a
problem.  Are you and Sean going to dinner?  If you are, we'll meet you in
the bar after you're finished.  We can finalize the plans for tomorrow."

"Yes, we have to have dinner.  We'll be along in a few minutes.  Will you
let them know in the dining room that we are on our way.? It's late, and if
they are not busy, they might want to close early."

As they opened the door and were leaving, Kent told me that they would take
care of everything and we could meet them in bar.  I moved to the bedroom
assuming that Sean would be in the bathroom, but to my surprise, he was on
all fours on the bed with his head down on the mattress.  He was inviting
me to fuck him.  I didn't disappoint him.

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After making love and taking a quick shower, Sean and I went to the dining
room, where Sheila greeted us.  She took our order and in what seemed a
very short time, was there with our appetizer, then the salad course, and
finally our entree.  Sean and I left the happenings of the day out of our
conversation and, instead, dealt with our plans once we got back to
Florida.  As we completed our dessert, I told Sean about meeting the
flyboys in the bar to take care of our plans for tomorrow.

"Hon, don't you think you should call Mom and Dad and let them know we'll
be coming home tomorrow?" Sean asked me.

"Yes.  Look, here's the cell phone, why don't you call?  They'll be excited
to hear from you.  Tell them we'll give them all the details tomorrow when
we see them."

Sean dialed the number, and in seconds was talking to our Dad.  The
conversation was short with Sean assuring Dad that we would call tomorrow
and give him our estimated time of arrival.  I watched him and sensed again
a change in my lover.  He seemed more in control of himself, more mature,
but as ever, handsome and sexy.  I felt so lucky to have him as my partner
for life.

He clicked the phone shut, and turned and smiled at me.  He ran has hand up
my thigh and moved it across my now hardening cock.  I pulled him to me and
kissed him tenderly.

"Let's go and join the guys so that we can get things taken care of for
tomorrow," I said.  He squeezed my cock, but then got up from the table.

"Come on, Hon.  What's the matter?" he asked with a laugh.

I was laughing lightly now; realizing that he knew I had to stay seated for
a couple of minutes so that my penis could soften a little.  As I got up
from the table, I noticed that Sean's shorts were nicely tented, too.

"You dawg!" I said with a smile.  After leaving a tip for Sheila, we left
the dining room and went into the bar.  The flyboys were at the last booth.
We headed to the booth and sat.

`Hi, Sean.  Hi, Ryan," the two said almost in unison.  We exchanged
greetings with them.  We ordered soda and to our surprise the flyboys were
drinking ginger ale.  It then dawned on me that they were not drinking
because they had to fly early the next morning.  I noticed that Jesse was
nervously playing with the coaster in front of him.

Finally, after our drinks arrived, he cleared his throat and spoke,

"We need to tell you two something.  It's a little embarrassing, but we
think you need to know about it, just in case.  We spent the day having a
torrid sex fest with Peter and Graham.  Peter is so hot.  And Graham is no
slouch, either.  Look, we really like these two guys and want to take them
back to Florida to spend some time with us.  Their work is finished here as
the Inn closes for the next two weeks.  Well, it's like this.  Would you
mind if they hitch a ride home with us tomorrow?"

Sean looked at me with surprise in his eyes.  I knew he would not enjoy the
trip as much with four other gay guys, but he would need to adjust to that
and also to the fact that guys were going to hit on him.  He said nothing.
I squeezed his hand and said,

"It's not our plane, guys.  If you want them to fly back with us, that's up
to you.  We can deal with it.  There's just one thing, make sure that they
know we don't play around.  Be sure of that."

Sean straightened up and said firmly, "That's very important to us.  Be
sure they understand."

Kent was quick to reply,

"Don't worry, guys, we'll make it very clear to them.  Meet us in the lobby
at six in the morning.
 Everything will be ready.  Now we want to meet the guys and let them know
they can fly to Florida with us.  If there's nothing else, let's say good
night."

Sean stood and said goodnight.  I said goodbye, too, and we hurriedly
walked back to the cabin.

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(Sean narrates)

I was not happy that Peter and Graham were flying home with us.  In fact, I
was really pissed.  I know that Ry had read me correctly and was aware that
I was not a happy camper.  I thought it was a little presumptuous of them
to even ask us.  But Ry, as usual, put it in the proper frame: it wasn't
our plane and if they wanted them to fly back, then okay.  I was thrilled
that he made it clear that we would not entertain any hanky-panky.  I
decided to add my feelings, too.  So, unless the flyboys were total idiots,
they knew our feelings.

In the deep recesses of my being, though, I knew that I had looked at Peter
and thought he was hot.  He was about my age and seemed pleasant.  He
certainly was sexy.  At first, I felt guilty, but then I remembered what Ry
had once told me.  `You can look all you want, but don't touch.'  He had
told me that all gays look and fantasize.  In our case we could do all
that, but as a committed couple we kept to ourselves.  And now especially,
with the three boys hopefully joining the family, that commitment was
especially meaningful.  Ry was all I needed and all I could please; he was
my hot, sexy, lover and partner.  I didn't need anything more.  We were a
monogamous couple.

Even with all the confusion and revelation of the last couple of days, I
had been thinking a great deal about the concert and the need for me to
practice.  I knew that, whatever we did for fun when we returned to
Florida, I had to find time for some serious practicing.  With
Dr. Fillimore there, it would be the perfect time to work out any wrinkles
in the music.  I knew that I could expect total support from Ry and Mom and
Dad.  Greg, of course, would support me, but he wouldn't do it without a
little ribbing.  Actually, I liked it when he gave me a difficult time
because it always loosened me up and helped me to relax.  He was a honey.
As a couple, Rog and Greg were tops.  It would be great to see them again.

We got to the cabin, and after Ry unlocked the door and we were inside, he
took me in his arms, looked deeply into my eyes, and kissed me very gently
on the lips.  He whispered in my ear,

"I was so proud of you, Baby.  You kept your cool when I knew you were
really upset.  I guess we have to try to understand that Kent and Jesse are
at a different place in their relationship than we are.  For them, playing
the field is important.  They haven't discovered the love you and I have
for each other.  Maybe we don't realize how lucky we are; Rog and Greg seem
to have reached a place way above where Kent and Jesse are.  Not to worry,
Baby, after tomorrow, we will probably never see any of them again."

"I love you, Hon.  Can we go to bed?  I am really exhausted, both
physically and emotionally.  Tomorrow will be a difficult day and I want to
be ready for it.  Come on, let's go to the bedroom," I said.

He followed me and we began to remove our clothing as we walked.  Shortly
after we arrived in the bedroom we were naked, but not sexually excited.
We used the facilities, brushed our teeth, and after straightening the bed,
we crawled in under the covers, kissed, and said a passionate, `good
night'.  My lover spooned against me, and I could feel his cock awakening
and the hardness of it made me push back against him.  Then I fell asleep.

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(Ryan narrates)

I heard the alarm and quickly reached it and turned it off.  It was five
thirty and time for us to get moving if we were to meet the guys in the
lobby at six.  Sean groaned and wrapped himself around me complaining that
he was tired and couldn't we just stay there a little while more.  I
stroked his back and kissed the top of his head.  He moaned in appreciation
until I pulled back the covers and exposed our naked bodies to the cooler
air outside the bed.

"Fuck, Ry, that's cold!" he complained.

"I know, Baby, but we have to get our asses moving if we want to be on
time.  Come on, a quick shower, and then we get dressed and get to the
lobby," I told him as I kissed his neck.

Sean stretched and before I could stop myself, I had my face in his armpit,
taking in his scent.  Then I licked the hair of his underarm and was
immediately hard.

"Oh, that feels so right, Hon.  I know what I want to do with my ass, and
it isn't moving any place except onto your hard cock.  Fuck me, Hon," he
almost begged.

My only solution was to pull away from him and get out of the bed.  He
groaned and told me that I shouldn't leave him unsatisfied.  I let him know
that I, too, was unsatisfied.  I walked to the other side of the bed and
took his hands and pulled him into a sitting position.  His cock was erect.
He looked at me and gave me a silly, sleepy grin.

As he got out of bed, he grabbed me and held me tightly to himself.  He
kissed the back of my neck, then leaned to my ear and said to me,

"Just you wait until tonight, Hon.  I will be expecting a monumental
performance from you."

We both were laughing now as we got into the shower, and I told him,

"Sounds good to me, Baby.  You know I love to perform, especially for you.
Now let's shower and get moving."

We finished our shower quickly with no playing around, toweled dry, dressed
and left the cabin with our luggage, arriving at the lobby at ten minutes
to six.  The other four were waiting, not impatiently, but I think,
expectantly.  In moments all the luggage was loaded into the Explorer with
me driving and Sean in the front passenger's seat.  The other four were
somehow distributed in the rear seats.  We headed to the airport,

The conversation was sparce, as we were all tired.  Sean kept touching my
hand and occasionally my leg; more to let me know he was awake and with me,
then to suggest anything sexual.  There were a variety of noises from the
rear of the vehicle, which might have been interpreted in a number of ways,
but I decided not to speculate.  There was absolutely no traffic and so we
arrived at the airport at six-thirty.

We got the luggage out of the Explorer and carried it into the small
terminal building.  To our surprise, Kent had contacted the airport and the
plane was fueled and ready for take off.  We were all aboard and the
luggage stowed in a short time.  Everyone was cordial, but restrained.  Our
message had been delivered.  Soon everyone was in their seats, belts
fastened, and the plane was rushing down the runway and we were airborne.
It was then that I realized how tired I was, and when I looked at Sean, I
would see that he was nearly asleep.

When we were at cruising altitude, Kent's voice came on and informed us
that we could get out of our seats and move about the cabin.  Jesse
appeared moments later with news that coffee and a light breakfast would be
ready in twenty minutes.  I called him over and told him that Sean and I
would forego the breakfast and would rather catch up on some sleep since we
were exhausted from the turmoil of yesterday.  He said fine, and left for
the galley.  Peter and Graham exchanged small talk with us for a few
minutes, inquiring mostly about things to do in Florida.  Then we excused
ourselves and went to the bedroom, fell on the bed, and sooner than either
of us had expected, we were sound asleep.

I don't know how much time had elapsed, but I awoke to find Sean on his
side, his head resting on his hand.  He was staring at me.

"You're handsome and sexy, you know," he said.

"Hmm, and so, my lover, are you.  Come here.  He moved quickly into my arms
and we kissed.  He moved away and yawned.  He smiled and asked,

"Are you hungry?  I am.  Think there's anything left to eat out there?"

"I'm hungry, and I'm sure there is something left.  Knowing Jesse, there
was probably enough for eight guys.  Let's freshen up a little and go join
the others," I said.

We did our toilet and, freshened and alert, we made out way to the door of
the cabin bedroom.  I took the door handle, and with Sean at my side, swung
the door open.  We both stopped in our tracks, gasped, and for a moment
couldn't accept what we saw before us in the cabin.

"Ry, can you believe this?" he asked.

"Seeing is believing," I responded.

(To be continued)

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