Date: Mon, 14 Nov 2005 05:03:51 -0800 (PST)
From: Scotty <niki200sc@yahoo.com>
Subject: COLLEGE: The Professor and Sean - Book 2, Part 19

The Professor and Sean - Book Two - Part 19

by Scotty

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The Professor and Sean - Book 2, Part 19

(Sean narrates)

>From the previous chapter:

. . . . . . . Then our dear friends left for their homes. There was an
emptiness in the townhouse after they had left.

Ry came up behind me and hugged me, kissing the back of my neck. I melted
back against him, weary from the day, but with high expectations of his
lovemaking.

"I have much to tell you and I want to especially make love to you
tonight." He took my hand, and as we left each room, we switched off the
lights and retired to the bedroom.

There, I awaited my lover's attention.

I would not be disappointed.

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The Professor and Sean - Book 2, Part 19

(Ryan narrates)

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Oh, Ry, yes," he sighed.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

With a deep sigh, Sean said,

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

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

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

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

In mere moments we were asleep.

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(Sean narrates)

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

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

"Dan, how was your vacation?"

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

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

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

Ry interrupted and quickly asked,

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Hon, that was all such good news.

-------------------------------- (Ryan narrates)

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Bye, Ry.  Keep the faith."

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

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

Then he was in the entry calling out to me,

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

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

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

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

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

I took a deep breath and began,

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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(Dan narrates)

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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(Rog narrates)

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

"Come in."

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

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

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

Ry smiled at me, and began to talk,

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

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

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

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

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

"It certainly is!"

(To be continued)

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