Date: Wed, 16 Jul 2003 14:21:03 -0700 (PDT)
From: Scotty <niki200sc@yahoo.com>
Subject: College Life: The Professor and Sean, Part 12

The Professor and Sean, Part 12

by Scotty

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


The Professor and Sean, Part 12

                                              i

Our life fell into a pleasant routine.  Living with Rog and Greg helped
bcause meals were always at the same time.  Both Sean and I had loads of
school work to do, so even though we shared the same space, we often worked
for long periods of time without speaking.  Then one of us would get up
from his desk and walk to the other and give a hug or a kiss.  There were
times when we were able to cool off from this little preliminary love play
and go on with our work.  But often, probably most of the time, we ended up
in bed making love. Sean healed rapidly and finally showed no signs of the
attack.  His psychological self healed much slower.  He was not paranoid,
but he was suspicious of strangers around campus and around Rog and Greg's
home.  We went to the mall, but it soon occured to us that we never left
each other.  We were a pair because we loved each other and because we
wanted to protect each other from harm.

I had asked Rog a number of times about the townhouse, but he simply put me
off, telling me that things were progressing and that the time wasn't right
for me to see it yet.  He guaranteed that it would be ready before Sean's
birthday.  I had my doubts, but I promised that neither Sean nor I would
attempt to see the townhouse; in fact, I gave Sean and my keys to Rog.
Sean had settled in nicely at Rog's, but I was anxious to be at home alone
with the man I loved.  For Sean there were other issues, the principle one
dealing with his fear of his old study and his concern that he might fall
to pieces when the surroundings brought back the awful memories.  We didn't
discuss it often as it always set Sean back a week or so in his mental
struggle to put the attack behind him.

The first day we returned to campus had been a unique day.  I had told Sean
about all that had happened to me.  He told me about the reception in
Dr. Milne's class and he let me read the essay he had read to his class.  I
was totally overcome by the perception and maturity he demonstrated.  He
was pleased with his day as he did not meet anyone who threatened or teased
him.  His time in the music department has been wonderful with all his
classmates and the staff greeting him with applause and continual welcomes.

That night when we were in bed and had finished our love making which had
been intense and fulfulling for both of us.  I had snuggled up to Sean's
back after my good night kiss, I was aware that Sean wasn't falling asleep
in his usual manner.  I kissed the back of his neck and ran my hands along
his back and thigh.  He groaned his appreciation and my cock was beginning
to get hard again.

"Ry, there's something I need to tell you.  I really don't know how to say
it, so I guess I just will have to tell you." Sean said in a very quiet
almost shaky voice.

I felt as if my heart exploded into my throat.  What was so important that
he was having trouble telling me?  I feared he might want out of our
relationship, but I couldn't come up with a single reason for that.  I
decided to just wait, to give him room and time to say what he had to say.
He turned and faced me, kissing me gently and taking me into his arms.

"Something strange happened to me today.  I have to tell you because I love
you.  Jerrod Williamson told me today that he had the hots for me when he
met me the first day here on campus.  He said he still had the hots for me.
And he told me how lucky I was to have someone to love me.  It freaked me
out, Ry.  I didn't even answer him.  And, Ry, he was hugging me and I know
he kissed my neck, and this is what I have to tell you, lover, I didn't do
anything.  It felt good and I let him do it.  Then I was quilty and I still
am because it was really cheating on you.  I don't want ever to cheat on
you, Ry.  It would kill me if you cheated on me, and I hope that you would
not like it either.  I am so sorry, Ry.  Can you forgive me?"

"Baby, baby.  Relax.  So a sexy jock told you he had the hots for you.
That's a mighty nice compliment.  Think about how much courage it took for
him to tell you that.  He must really like you, baby.  And that's okay."

I looked into Sean's beautiful blue eyes and could see peace returning to
them.  I went on.

"Other guys are going to hit on you, Sean. How you handle it is something I
can't predict.  I'm pretty sure you will not succumb to it. Yet someday
that may be too difficult and you will weaken and have sex.  That doesn't
mean you love me less, it means you enjoy sex.  Don't worry about it until
it becomes real."

Sean was beginning to smile that smile.  And as I had been talking to him
his hands had been playing with my pecs and he was teasing my nipples.  I
was having a difficult time concentrating.

"As for Jerrod kissing your neck," I said, "why are you ashamed that you
enjoyed it?  We enjoy it when we kiss each other's neck.  You didn't have
sex with Jerrod; you let him kiss your neck.  Forget it, baby.  Just
continue to love me as I love you.  That's all you need to worry about
right now."

Sean's mouth was on my right nipple, sucking, licking, biting.  That was
it!

I lifted his head and kissed him hard, shoving my tongue deeply into his
mouth.  He began to suck on my tongue so hard that I thought he would rip
it out of me.  I was once again erect.  I wanted him again.  I tossed away
the bed covers and attacked his naked body.  I licked and sucked every
crease in his body.  I sucked his cock deep into my throat.  I licked his
big beautiful balls, moving to his 'taint' where I licked and then into his
ass crack where I could inhale his young man scent, then to his hot hole
which I sucked and licked and relaxed finally getting my tongue deep into
him.  He was groaning and moaning and stroking as much of my body as he
could get to.

This was my show, my time.  I loved his ass so much.  He would take me this
time with just saliva and precum.  I pushed his legs back and he
accommodated me by holding them behind his knees and pulling them to his
chest.  I moved into position and with one enormous thrust, I shoved my
steel hard cock deep into his guts.  He only whimpered.

"Oh, Ry, lover.  Fuck me, Ry.  Oh, God, I love you so much.  I need you,
Ry.  I want you with me always.  I never want any other man but you to
love.  Oh, Ry, fuck me hard, I want you to take control of me, to make me
yours.  Please, Ry.  Please."

I was almost out of control with what I know now was lust.  I pounded
Sean's ass with abandon. I was so hot for him.  I don't think I ever wanted
him more than I did at that moment.  I wanted him to know that he was mine.
I wanted him to know that I would protect him, would love him, would fuck
him senseless.  And I continued to bang his ass, very hard and very deep.
Sean was pulling me to him with his legs and arms rying to get my cock
deeper into him.  He wanted this.  He demanded this.  I had to show him
that I could do this for him.  I was getting close and Sean's moaning and
crying were loud and there was babble that went with it,

Suddenly, Sean began to writh and shake on the bed and his cock was jumping
and spurting long threads of cum some as high as his face and hair.  As he
came, his ass muscles played havoc with my cock and I shot deep into him
what seemed to me to be an enormous load of hot manjuice.  I was totally
out of it; physically I was exhausted; emotionally I was drained, sexually
I had reached a new level of giving pleasure and receiving pleasure.  I had
collasped on Sean's body.

"Awesome, Ry, awesome.  I know now all I need to know about our
relationship.  My god, Ry, you are one powerful lover.  I am so happy right
now, so fulfilled.  God, Ry, I could eat you up." Sean said breathlessly.

"That, baby, is why I don't worry if Jerrod kisses you neck."  I said
laughing.  Sean was laughing now, too. I knew the Jerrod stuff wasn't over,
but I knew I need not worry about Sean.  He was mine!

--------------------- Sean's birthday was fast approaching.  I felt
helpless.  No one would tell me anything.  Mom and Dad, still here, were as
bad as everyone else.  Always an excuse not to talk about the townhouse.  I
was getting a little pissed off.  I know Rog could tell.  Greg just smiled
at me and told me to take it easy.  Everything would be fine.  "Sure," I
told myself, "everything will be fine, sometime next year."

Finally, three days before Sean's birthday, Rog told me he and Greg would
take Sean and me to the townhouse after dinner that night.  It seemed like
a very long dinner to Sean and me.  Finally dinner was over and we went out
to the parking lot. We piled into Rog's van and took off to the townhouse.
Sean and I sat in the back.  I could tell that Sean was uneasy and I
comforted him with small kisses and gentle hugs.  I think he sensed that, I
too, was uneasy.  What would it be like?  Would Sean be able to handle it
all?  We arrived at the townhouse.

"I'm going to stay in the van while Greg goes in and turns on lights.  Then
when he gets back, he'll give you the keys.  We want you two to go in by
yourself and have sometime to adjust to it.  We'll give you a half an hour,
then we will come to see you.  Okay?" said Rog.

"Yeh, okay.  You got to know Rog, that I am scared shitless about this
whole thing and so is Sean.
 If we scream, come running, please."

"Sure, sure.  Here's Greg."

"Hey, dudes, here are the keys to your townhouse.  Talk a look around."
Greg said with a huge smile.

"Thanks!" was all that would come out of us.

I took Sean's hand and we walked slowly to the door of the townhouse.  A
beautiful new, solid hardwood door which had carved work and had been
finished with a dark fruitwood stain greeted us.  There was a `Welcome'
mat, a brass knocker, a brass door bell.  It was beautiful.

"My god, Sean, look what they did.  Just look at what they did."

"Ry, it doesn't seem like the same place, does it?  Ry, I still am a little
concerned about going inside."

"Don't worry, baby, I am here with you.  I won't let anything happen to
you.  If you need to let our some bent-up emotions, let them out.  I may
have a few of my own.  Are you ready?"

"Yeh, I guess so.  Ry, hold my hand tightly.  Don't let go."

I slowly unlocked the door.  I pushed it open.  Sean and I stared into the
entry.  It wasn't our entry.  It was too beautiful, too perfect.  We walked
in on the plush carpet, copies of paintings that I had always loved hung on
the entry wall.  A lovely antique chair and table graced one wall.
 Over it was a gorgeous gold framed mirror.  Even the light on the ceiling
was new and added to the total feeling of the entry.

We moved cautiously into the living room.  We were blown away.  It was a
magazine room.  Everything belonged, everything added.  More paintings that
I loved.  Comfortable furniture that begged to be sat in.  Tables,
cushions, flowers, lamps all had been selected with great care.  I was
breathless.

"Sean, what do you think?" I asked.

"I don't know, Ry.  It's so fuckin beautiful!  Look, Ry, look at where the
other windows were.  They changed something."

It was then that I noticed that the entire wall had been relplaced with a
wall of windows, the center section of which was now a wonderful bow
window.  Drapes could be closed over the entire wall.  And the view was
toward the hills and moutains of New England.  We stumbled to the kitchen.
 We just stopped in our tracks and gawked.  Everything was new, everything
was stainless steel, new ceramic tile floor, new Corian counter tops, new
cabinets.  I was floored.  I sat for a moment on a stool to get my breath.
Sean stood beside me holding my hand.  I brought it my lips and kissed it.
He looked at me with uncertainty in his eyes.  What came next would be
difficult.

We started toward the bedroom area of the townhouse, but something was
different.  The hall had been shortened.  We hesitated for a long time
outside the area which at one time had been Sean's study.

"Do you want to go in, Sean?" I asked.

"I have to, Ryan.  I just have to get rid of these fears.  If I can't then
those fuckin bastards have won.  And I won't ever let that happen.  You are
with me to support me, lover.  Let's see what's in here."  We opened the
door.

"WOW!"

What we saw was a large area that had been made from our old bedroom and
Sean's study area.  The walls were lined with bookcases which were filled
with books and some of the things I had collected in my travels that had
been saved.  There were two study areas, both with new computers.
 There was a light brown leather love seat.  The floors were wood and had
exquisite Persian-like rugs.  A large dark brown leather chair with a
matching ottoman was near the window.  Beside it were an enormous globe and
a tall brass floor lamp.  All the lamps in the study area were brass.  Dark
oak file cabinets were placed by each study area.  The desk tops were
covered with everything a desk should need.  A shared printer and scanner
were on a small desk to the left of the two study areas.  Each desk had a
phone.

"Ry, this isn't the same place.  I am totally comfortable here.  Oh, Ry,
who did this?  Can we afford this, Ry?"

"I don't know, Sean.  But I suspect that Rog and Greg had a hand in it.  I
bet Mom and Dad were deeply involved, too.  But it took many more than
that.  And I don't know if we can afford it or not.  But let's not worry
about that.  Let's take a look at our favorite place, our bedroom."

There was no apparent separation between the two areas.  Sean saw a switch
that didn't seem to have anything to do with the lights.  He turned it.
From somewhere, out of the walls, I guess, came a wall, even including a
door, that moved into place.  I was too dumbfounded to speak.  Sean hit the
switch again, and the wall disappeared.  I just kept shaking my head.  This
couldn't be, it just couldn't be.  Then I heard Sean.

"Ry, you have to see this.  You won't believe it.  It is awesome."

There along the what had been a plain wall was another wall of windows
looking out over the small city.  At night it would be a winner.  There was
a kingsized bed, covered in a dark maroon and green pasley print.  The bed
was mammoth, It had four large imposing bedposts.  When I looked up at the
ceiling I was stunned.  The ceiling over the bed was mirrored.  "Who's idea
was that," I wondered.  There was a fireplace with two leather
masculine-looking chairs on either side of it.  I assumed it was some sort
of gas fireplace, but time would reveal all that.  The curtains on the wall
of windows matched the bedspread and the toss pillows were of green and
maroon velvet.  The walls were a creamy white and the pictures selected for
the room added a real sense of culture.

Sean had wandered back into the study area.  I heard a muffled cry.  I
rushed into the area to find Sean looking at a wall covered with
photographs.  He was staring at one in particular and his hand was to his
mouth trying to cover an escaping cry.  I went up behind him and put my
arms around him.  The picture he was looking at was of a youngish man and
woman, smiling and happy.  The woman was holding a infant.  I guessed what
it was, but I wondered how it got there.

"Sean," I asked quietly, "is that your mom and dad and you?"  No words came
from him.  He shook his head yes, and turned toward me and put his face in
my chest and sobbed.  I found tears running down my face, too.  I just held
him tightly and waited.  He finally got composed.

"How did they get that?  That was in a scrapbood I left at Aunt Emily's.
I'm all right now, Ry.  Look, there's a picture of a little guy in a
baseball suit.  It's you, Ry.  And look, that scrawny guy with the well
worn pants is me.  How did they do this.  And look, Ry.  Look at all the
candids of us?  Some are as recent as at the hospital.  Oh, Ry, look, those
are some taken on campus the first day we went back.  Wow, Ry, look, that
one is of me in Dr. Milnes' class.  And there's you in your class giving a
lecture.  There's one of your Mom and Dad.  Hey, look, this is Aunt Emily.
This is one of a bunch of us the first day here.  Sue took that one.  This
is wonderful, Ry.  This is wonderful.  You know what, Ry.  This makes you
and me seem like a family.  Wow!  I don't think anything else here can
match this."

We wandered back into the bedroom area.  It was then I noticed two large
walk-in closets.  A small plague on the door told who's it was.  I opened
the one with Ryan on it.  I switched on the light.
 No, it couldn't be.  The closet was filled with new clothes, suits,
shirts, trousers, shorts, shoes, everything. This was Mom's doing.  I found
Sean standing in his closet, just standing looking.  He would reach out and
feel something, and then retract his hand in disbelief that it was real.
He turned, looked at me and threw himself into my arms.  We hugged for a
long time.  Then I kissed him with one of our special kisses.  I could feel
his hardon rubbing against mine.  This was not the time.  I pulled away
from him.

"Let's save this for our first night here, baby.  I want that night to be
very special."

"Okay, Ry, but you might as well know that I would like to do it right now,
on the floor in this closet.  So there!" he was laughing.

"Come on.  Let's check out the bathroom."

A pocket door opened into the bathroom.  We walked into the bathroom and
stopped short.  Everywhere you looked was gleaming tile and Corian counter.
A huge totally glassed-in shower stall with brass fittings and a number of
outlets for water (it reminded me of Rog and Greg's and I couldn't wait to
try it.)  Two sinks, walls of mirrors, closets of towels, a bidet, and for
those who prefer a large tub with power jets for a massage bath.  The
colors were muted and beautiful.  I just hugged Sean.  We didn't speak.  We
just stood there in awe.

It was then that we came back to reality.  Something was ringing.  It was
the doorbell.

"Why don't we answer the door together, Sean?"

We walked back through the study area, through the living room and into the
entry.  There was a peek hole which I pointed out to Sean.  He looked
through it.

"Just wonderful friends!"

We opened the door and there standing and smiling like four Cheshire cats
stood my Mom and Dad, Rog and Greg.  There followed a lot of hugging and
tears and kissing and more hugging and more tears until everyone was
settled.  We moved into our new living room.  It was then I noticed, there
was no piano!  Questions flew at the four conspirators, but answers were
few.  Essentially we were told that all would be revealed on the first day
we could occuply our new home.  That day would be on Sean's birthday.

"Why can't we stay here now?" asked a frustrated Sean.

"Because," said a patient Rog, "things are not completed.  Did you guys
look out on the patio?  Follow me."

We followed Rog and Mom, Dad, and Greg followed.  On the back wall, to the
right, french doors opened onto the patio.  It was redone completely.  But
the center of attention was the huge hot tub.  There were chairs, a round
table, some chests for holding cushions, and a small upright closet for
towels and accessories.  The patio floor had been tiled so that water could
easily be wiped up.  To the far side of the patio stood the gas grill,
sparking in all its polished stainless steel grandure.  It was perfect.
There were many ohs and ahs, but Sean finally asked the question that he
most wanted to know.

"How did you get the picture of my parents and me and my Aunt Emily?
Please, I have to know."  asked Sean.

"You would be surprised what can be accomplished by the use of the
telephone.  We called your Aunt Emily, told her all about your attack.  We
also told her about your partner, told her why we were about redoing your
home, and asked her if she had any pictures which she would like to share.
At first she was hesitant, but the more she found out about you, Sean, the
more willing she was to share.  She sent us a number, but we picked these.
They rest are in your desk in the study area.  You will also find there a
letter from her." said Rog.

"Thank you for telling me, Rog, I mean Dr. Fillimore.  It means a great
deal to me.  Those pictures are just wonderful.  I told Ry it made me feel
like he and I were a family.  Thanks everyone."

"I'm a little chocked up and very overwhelmed about what you guys have done
here.  It's truly remarkable.  Sean and I don't know who to thank.  We just
stand in awe of everything and know that you four must have been the movers
and planners.  Hopefully we will know who else helped.  We don't still know
how we will be able to thank everyone.  And we will repay you and everyone
else for all the money you have spent on this remodeling, because that's
what it is.  You will just have to give us some time so that we can catch
out breath and get our lives back on keel.  God, we love all of you so
much."  I said as I started to weep.  Sean grabbed me and we had a real
good cry, in happiness of how wonderful people can be.  This ourpouring of
support washed away the hate that had provoked all the trouble.  It took us
a long time to get control.  We had been joined by four other wonderful
people in our crying session.  What more could happen?  Before we left,
Greg showed me all about the alarm system.  Sean was interested in that,
too.

"Do we really have to leave?  It's so beautiful.  You know what is so great
about this place?  It is full of love; that's why I don't want to leave."
said Sean.  Again from the mouth of this young man who had suffered so much
came a profound statement that made us all feel somewhat lacking.

In the few days before Sean's birthday, many questions would be asked, but
the whole story would have to wait until then.

That night in bed at Rog and Greg's, Sean and I just held each other.  He
kissed me frequently and I returned his kisses.  But we didn't have
passionate sex.  Too much had happened to both of us that evening.  There
had been much to think about. Many of the thoughts were of a nature that
made them private.  We both honored the need for some privacy of thought
even though we wanted to be close to each other, to show our love for each
other.  Finally I head Sean's familiar breathing.  I knew he was asleep.  I
didn't move for fear of waking him.  But I did pray.


"Dear God, thank You first for Sean.  He is my soulmate.  I love him
deeply.  And dear, God, thank You for so many wonderful, caring friends and
neighbors for their kindnesses most of which I will probably never know.  I
will try, God, to live a life worthy of You and Your Caring Heart.  Take
care of Sean, keep him from harm.  Amen.

With that thankful prayer on my lips, I fell asleep.

                                           ii

The next three days were a blur of activity.  Sean and I had our time
together, but it was hurried as one or both of us had something else we
needed to do.  Only in bed could we devote our full attention to each
other.

On the day before we were to move into the remodeled townhouse, we packed
our few personal items, leaving out clothes and other toiletries that we
would need for our last day at Rog and Greg's.  For a couple of weeks
before his birthday, Sean had been staying on campus every afternoon
practicing.  Rog always stayed with him and came home with him.  Greg and I
had been cooking the meals during this time.  Nothing much was said about
the practice except that Sean was working on some pieces that he might use
in the recital.

Rog finally confided in me that the piano had been moved into the townhouse
and had been tuned.

"Don't worry. It's there and everything is set for his party."  a smiling
Rog told me.  I didn't argue.

The day of Sean's birthday arrived.  I told Sean that I had arranged with
Rog to put my gift to him at the townhouse.  Sean accepted that explanation
without question.  Rog and Sean didn't stay on campus that day.  They
arrived home shortly after I had.  To my surprise Greg showed up early,
too.

"Here's the plan, guys.  Greg and I are headed over to the townhouse to
make certain that everything is ready.  You guys can come over at 7PM.
We'll be through then and you guys can have your new home to yourselves.
Okay?  We are on our way.  Let's see it's about 6 now, have a quick bite to
eat and then get to your place at 7.  See ya." said Rog.  He and Greg left
immediately.

Sean came over to me and gave me a hug.  I hugged him back and kissed him
gently on his cheek.

"You hungry, baby?" I asked.

"Yup, I am hungry for you, lover.  I want you so much right now I'm having
a difficult time keeping myself from throwing you on the kitchen floor and
fucking you.  I want you for my birthday present." said Sean in a rather
serious voice.

"I promse you, Sean, that I will be totally yours tonight.  Let's save it
until then.  Kiss me, baby.  Let's have a sandwich and get our stuff loaded
into the car."

"Okay, but it will be difficult for me to wait too long for you, lover.
Let's get to bed early tonight.  I have some birthday plans for us.  It
will take hours tonight.  That's if you are up to it, Ry." giggled Sean.  I
just kissed him deeply and felt his hard cock.  He responded with the same.

We had a couple of sandwiches and some milk.  Sean kept kissing me and
caressing me.  I was beside myself.  I wanted him so much and he knew it
and he wouldn't stop.  It was as if he was priming me for later tonight.
Then it struck me: that is exactly what he is doing.  Well, I can play the
same game.  So as we continued our little lunch, I went to Sean.  I kissed
his neck, then his ears and I licked them.  I ran my hand down his back and
pushed my hand inside his jeans and underwear and caressed his bare ass,
slipping a finger into his ass crack when he would move a little to give me
entrance.  This went on throughout our little picnic.  I was really getting
hot, and I knew Sean was, just by the way he moved his body to give me more
access to his hot, beautiful ass.  Our lunch finished, Sean picked up the
dishes and I put stuff away in the refrigerator.  The kitchen was clean and
in order.  We wanted everything clean when we left.  Sean and I had changed
the linen on the bed so that Rog and Greg could return to their own bed
that night.

We put off the lights and picked up our duffels and briefcase and started
toward the door.  Suddenly, I dropped everything and dove at Sean.  He was
surprised and dropped his stuff, too.  I grabbed him and pulled him tightly
to me and kissed him with a ravenous mouth and tongue.  I wanted him, I
wanted him now.

"Sean, baby, I want you now.  I can't wait.  I love you so much and I am so
hot for your body.  I have to have you."  I started to take off my shirt
and Sean did the same.  The phone rang.

"Fuck the phone, Ry.  No, let the phone ring, and better, fuck me, Ry.  I
want you in me.  Please, please take me." a totally frustrated Sean almost
shouted.

"I have to answer the phone, baby.  It might be Rog with something
important.  This will give us a moment to cool down."  I went to the phone
and picked it up.

"Hope I didn't interrupt anything.  Got an errand for you to do on your way
over.  Stop at Crandell's and get some milk, cereal, butter, and bread for
a quick breakfast tomorrow morning.  We slipped up there.  Sorry, Ryan.  I
know it will make you a little late, but since we messed up, we'll just
wait.  Take your time.  See ya. Hi to Sean. Bye."

"That was Rog.  We have to stop at Crandell's for some milk and stuff for
breakfast.  Sorry for the interruption.  I am in better control right now.
I think I can save it til we get to bed.  If I can't, I'll stop on the side
of the road and fuck you there.  So don't worry, I haven't forgotten what I
really want to do."

"Ry, I am so horny I could fuck a chair.  Man, I hope I can keep my cock in
check for a little while.  I have a small wet spot already.  See what you
do to me, lover.  God, I want you.  Let's get out of here before I jump
your bones."

We left quickly and threw our stuff into the car.  We got into the car but
didn't buckle up. We were in each other's arms kissing and feeling.  I had
to pull away.  Sean knew it was the right thing to do.  We buckled up and
headed for Crandell's.  It was already 7:00 PM.

Crandell's was busy, so Sean went one way and I went the other. We met at
the dairy case where we got the milk.  We headed to the checkout counter.
Sean stood directly behind me in line, moving so close to me that I could
feel his semi-hard cock pushing into my ass.  It was delightful.  We
checked out and headed toward home.  Sean kept his hand on my thigh or on
my crotch.  I didn't know if I could make it to the townhouse.  Sean was
enjoying himself.  He loved to make me hard and horny.  He was doing it.

"Sean, I love everything you are doing, but, baby, you have to stop or I
will cum in my trousers.  I want to cum in you, baby.  Please?"

"Ok, Ry.  You know what, I am gonna cream my jeans, too.  I guess it's time
to stop playing.  You enjoyed my semi-hard cock rubbing your ass in the
checkout line, didn't you?  You were really hot for it.  So am I.  I want
to break-in that bed.  Man, I hope it's strong." laughed Sean.

"I loved your action in Crandell's, but I love everything about you, my
sexy, handsome lover." I told Sean.

I parked in the usual place in the parking lot.  I didn't even see Rog's
van.  Maybe they went home.  We had our keys.  I had to kiss Sean before we
got out of the car.  He gave me lots of tongue and I sucked on it, making
my cock rise again.  I stopped.

"Why are we doing this in the car.  We have a whole new townhouse and a bed
that needs breaking in.  Let's go, Sean."

We left the car with our few belongings and went to the townhouse.  The
outside light was on, but the townhouse was dark.

"I guess they left.  That's okay with me.  Now I have our home back and you
all to myself, baby.  Sean kiss me."

Sean kissed me deeply.  I opened the door and we stepped into the entry.
Suddenly there was light everywhere and cries of "Surprise!" and applause.
We just stopped.  Neither of us could move a step.  Our home was filled
with people, so many smiling applauding people.  Neither of us said
anything.  Rog came forward, he hugged us both and then addressed everyone.

"Ryan, Sean, these are just some of the wonderful people who have helped to
return your home to a liveable place.  They have donated time and material,
ideas, and talents.  The list is long, it includes your neighbors, staff at
the college, students of yours and friends of Sean, townspeople you don't
even know.  What happened here is a testament to the goodness of people.
They all wanted only the best for you two.  They all understood the
terrible agony you went through.  No one ever complained about the most
menial job.  Ryan, your Mother and Father were amazing.  They organized,
pushed, pleaded, begged, cajoled, and got things done when everyone thought
it was impossible.  Your association even modified their rules to allow for
the architectual changes due chiefly to the work of Emma and George.
Merchants donated materials, stores gave you guys new clothes.  It was
amazing and moving to see all these folks working toward a common goal and
that was to show you two wonderful people that they accept you and love
you.  Welcome home."  Thunderous applause from everyone.  My Mom had tears
in her eyes as did my big wonderful Dad.

For Sean and me it was almost too much to take in.  We both had tears
running down our faces.  I couldn't think of anything else to do, so I took
Sean in my arms and gave him a kiss.  Everyone there loved that.  The Greg
stepped forward.

"And now we would all like to wish Sean Kelly a Happy Birthday on this his
twentieth year.  Greg began to sing, "Happy Birthday to you...."  Everyone
joined in including me.  Sean blushed and grabbed on to me for support.  I
smiled and kissed him again, this time with a little less control.  It was
well received.

When the song ended, Cathy took over.  "Here are some people who want to
wish you a Happy Birthday, Sean."

"Hello, Sean, my name is Thomas Galvin.  I am the manager of Comp USA. I am
here to present you with this coupon which will allow you to replace your
Macintosh Laptop."

"My name is Kenneth Anderson.  I am the manager of Radio Shack.  I am here
to present you with this coupon which will allow you to purchase, free of
charge, any stereo system that we carry.  Additonally, there is also a
coupon from Cellular One which entitles you to a pair of digital phones,
the best by the way, and fours years of free comprehensive service.  Happy
Birthday."

"My name is Everett Candlebine.  I own Adam's Place.  This certificate
entitles you to free haircuts for the next four years."

"My name is Peter Francis.  I am by profession a dentist.  This certificate
entitled you to free dental care for the next four years.  You were a brave
man."

"My name is Ellen Withers.  I own "Maids on Loan."  This certificate
entitles you to have free weekly maid service for the next four years."

"My name is Kuma Yummi.  I own State's Best Cleaners.  This certificate
entitles both of you to free dry cleaning for the next four years."

"You both know me," said a smiling Cathy Sorenson, Janet was by her side.
This is a check for $14,000.00 dollars which has been donated by staff,
students and administration at State.  You may use it in anyway you
please."

"I am Trevor Watson.  I am the president of the Chamber of Commerce.  It is
my distinct pleasure to announce that the entire redoing of this townhouse
was donated by a variety of stores and craftsmen.  You owe nothing."

"I am Reggie Comstock or "Comstock Motors", here are the keys to two new
Toyotas.  One is for the Camry, the other is for the red Celica.  Happy
driving."

"Oh, sweet Ryan and Sean, you know us, Emma and George Whithouse, your
neighbors.  We are here representing all of your condo association
neighbors.  We are presented you with paid condo fees for the next two
years."

Sean and I were holding on to each other.  Supporting each other for fear
that we would not be able to stand on our own.  We just looked on and
listened in disbelief.  We were constantly wiping away tears.

"You know me, too, Sean and Ryan.  I am Eugene Cassin.  I am here tonight
in support of two wonderful young men, but also to tell you that the staff
at Granby Hospital decided that you should not have a hospital bill, so we
took up a collection.  Here is your paid bill.  Good luck to you.  By the
way, Nick is here tonight, also."

Rog stepped forward.  "We know guys that this is a shocker.  It must be to
you, because it sure as hell is to us.  But there is one other gift here
tonight that Ryan wants to present to Sean.  So Ryan, go ahead.

I cleared my throat, and as I did I saw the crowd move apart leaving a view
of the bay window.  There was an additional curtain now, I was sure it was
obscuring the piano.  I took Sean's hand into mine, and I turned to face
him.  Both our faces were tear stained.  I had to get through this, I had
to be strong once more for Sean.  I began.

"I fell in love with Sean the first moment I saw him.  I didn't have to
think about it.  It was just a fact.  He is the love of my life.  Without
him I would be nothing.  He makes my days happy, my nights ectasy.  He
loves me as much as I love him."  I was crying now and my voice was close
to cracking.  Sean had tears running down his face.  We were holding both
hands now. I continued on:

"I thought about his birthday gift many weeks ago before any of the horror
that took place.  I thought of many things, but one day I suddenly realized
there was one thing that Sean should have and I had to find a way to get it
for him.  Rog told me about a wonderful woman, Estella Compos.  He arranged
a special deal with me so that I would be able to give this gift to the
person I love most in the world.  So, Sean, my beloved, my partner, my best
friend, this is for you."

The curtain was pulled apart and there stood the Steinway Grand in all its
glory, shinny, with a piano scarf across it and a lovely bouquet of flowers
on it.  Sean jumped into my arms and started to kiss me passionately.  He
was sobbing and soon so was I as I held him and kissed him back.  We were
oblivious to everyone in the room.  In all that comotion, we escaped to our
place where love rules all.  The moment was ours alone.  Then I heard the
applause and Sean.

"Thank you, Ryan.  Oh God, Ryan, you are so wonderful, so generous, I love
you, Ryan Taylor.  I would die for you."

Again, Rog saved the day. "There's one more gift for you two.  Here's Ken
Chow to present it."

"You guys are something else.  How wonderful to see and know two people who
love each other so completely.  But I am here to present you with these
certificates which entitle you to free meals at all the restaurants in
town.  There are enough here so that you can eat out twice a week for the
next four years.  You can't imagine how easy it was to get these donated.
You guys are so loved in this community that it is miraculous.  And
finally, my Dad and I want to present you with this.  It entitles you to
take out as many times as you want it for the next two years.  Godspeed."

I raised my hand to stop the applause.  I knew that Sean and I had in
someway to say thank you to everyone here.  I whispered in Sean's ear.  He
shook his head yes.  I stepped forward again.

"We cannot even begin to tell you wonderful folks how much this means to
us.  You have saved us from what could have been a financial disaster.  So
many kind and thoughtful people.  We can never repay you.  Many who helped
we may never meet, which makes us sad.  I hope that you folks who are here
representing others will be sure to bring to them our most sincere thank
you.  You have helped to put our life back in order after a terrible
incident.  That is your greatest contribution to us.  We pray that God will
reward each of you tenfold for you kindness.  Now Sean wants to say
something."

"I do not have the words to express our thanks, so if you do not mind, I
would like to play a couple of numbers on the piano as my expression of
thank you to all of you.  May I first thank Professior Fillimore for
helping me become a better pianist."  Sean walked over to the piano with me
in tow.  He had not let go of my hand yet.  I stood a little away from the
piano, giving Sean center stage.  He sat at the piano, made some
adjustments and then said.

"I hope you will allow me this small moment.  The first piece I want to
play is for my partner, my friend, and my lover, Ryan Taylor.  This was
written by Chopin, and is entitled `Fantaisie-Impromptu in C sharp minor,
Op.66'"

Sean sat a the piano, looked to Rog who smiled and nodded his head, and
suddenly the most amazing music flowed from the piano.  I saw the man I
love absorbed by the music he was playing.  He played beautifully, at least
to me it was beautiful.  And he knew it so well that he kept looking at me,
smiling that wonderful, `awesome' smile of his.  I was melting.

How extraoridnary that the young man I loved so dearly had such talent.  I
was not the only one who was mystified by his ability, the room was silent,
no one even coughed.

Then I heard the melody that had been used in the 20th Century Song, 'I'm
Always Chasing Rainbows' and I almost lost it.  Sean's warm smile kept me
steady.  The music soared as did my love for Sean, and finally the piece
ended.  Sean lowered his head.  I stood there like a fool.

Rog was shouting, "Bravo".

There was thunderous applause and everyone was standing.  Finally my brain
told me to go to Sean, to show him how honored I was that he would play the
piece exclusively for me.  He was still looking down at the keyboard.  I
walked to him and bent and kissed the top of this head.  He looked up at me
and I took his arm and pulled his to his feet.  His arms were around me and
we were locked in a bone-crushing embrace.  My lips sort his, but first I
whispered into his ear, "Thank you, lover, thank baby.  I am so honored.
Sean Kelly, I love you."

Before we finally broke our embrace.  I whispered into Sean's ear.

"You see that older woman over there, the one sitting in the rocker.
That's Estella Compos.  She made it possible for me to give you the piano
as a birthday gift.  After she heard a tape of your playing, she wanted you
to have the piano.  You need to thank her Sean."

Rog had walked over to the piano.  He was smiling from ear to ear.

"Isn't he wonderful.  He's so talented.  Ryan, you must be so proud.  I'm
as proud of him as his father would be.  Sean, you see that lady over
there."

"Yeah, Ry, just told me about her.  Estella Compos.  She had a lot to do
with Ry being able to give me the piano.  I would like to play something
for her as a thank you.  What do you think I should play?"

"I know her favorite Chopin piece is `Etude No. 3 in E major, Op. 10,
No. 3.  You know that don't you?  Give it a go."

"Ladies and gentlemen.  Please, may I have your attention.  There is
someone special here tonight who made it possible for Ryan to present me
with the grand piano on my birthday.  I want to thank Estella Compos in a
special way.  Ms. Compos, I would like to play `Etude No. 3, in E major,
Op.  10, No.3.'  Dr.  Fillimore just told me that it is one of your
favorites.  This is dedicated to you, Ms. Compos, as a heartfelt thank you
from Ryan and me."

And Sean played the `Etude' with such passion and feeling.  Again the roon
was silent.  Tears flowed freely from Estella Compos eyes.  She made no
attempt to hide the emotions that the number brought to her.  When Sean
finished, the applause was spontaneous and loud.  Estella Compos struggled
out of her chair and walked slowly to Sean.  She took his hands in hers and
leaned in and gave him a kiss on the cheek.  She spoke to Sean, but it was
quiet enough so that no one else could hear what she was saying.

Sean would tell me later that she told him he was a remarkable talent and
that he had played her favorite piece.  Her husband, who was an
accomplished pianist, often played it for her.  It was their song.  She
told him she knew that she had made the right decision to let `his' piano
go.  She asked that she might come to visit us again so that he could play
other selections for her.  He quickly agreed.

Sean helped Estella back to her chair.  He bent down and kissed her on the
cheek and thanked her again.  She patted his hand, and smiled a smile of
contentment.  Sean walked back to the piano and started to speak again.  As
soon as he started to speak the room quieted down again.

"I want to play one more piece tonight.  This first of all, is for
Dr. Fillimore who has spent hours helping me to be a better pianist.  This
is to thank him for his belief in me and for being instrumental in the
whole townhouse makeover.  This is also for Greg who has been a giant of
support through these very difficult times.  Also I play this for Mom and
Dad Taylor, who have loved Ryan and then me as their son.  They have filled
a great void in my life.  Cathy, Janet, Nick, Dr. Cassin, all of you
wonderful guys.  Emma and George who are responsible for my being here
because they helped Ryan the night of the attack.  I know this isn't much
of a thank you or repayment for your kindesses and support.  Ryan and I can
never do that.  We just want you to know how much we love each of you.  For
us, you are all family.  I am going to play 'Polonaise No. 6 in A flat
major, Op. 53, `Heroic''. It comes from our heart."

Sean started to play and for over seven minutes no one moved or spoke.  He
played with intensity, and deep feeling.  Each person realized that he was
playing this just for them. They sensed the passion, the heart in his
playing was directed toward them exclusively.

I suddenly realised in a life experience what James Joyce called an
`ephipany': each person's realization that this was their own.  His playing
was not a group thank you, it was a thank you to every individual in the
room, including me.

Emma and George were holding hands.  Many couples straight and gay had
paried off.  I was standing to the side of Sean.  As he played, I found I
was trembling as the poloniase worked its magic on all of us.  It was for
me alone, too.

There was only silence when he finished.  I glanced at Rog and Greg and
could see the tears in their eyes.  How deeply this love of mine, this
Sean, had made each of these people feel about themselves and their lovers.
There were many teary eyes.  There were many warm hugs and kisses.  And
then, as always, Rog began to applaud, and each of the individuals came
from that magic place they had found as Sean played.  They joined in the
applause which this time was warm but not boistrous.  It was a magic
moment.  Sean got a big hug and a special kiss from me.  I couldn't speak
so it was best to let him know how I felt in a way I could.

Sean and I began to meet and chat with all the folks who had showed up for
the party.  The whole gang from the hospital were there.  Greg' friends
Tom, Dan, Jeff and Paul.  Jerrod and Sue were there.  Pat and Cindy were
there.  There were staff members I had only met one time.  Angela was there
with other students I didn't know.  Naomi Stephenson and Anne Milne were
there hugging both of us.  Anne was especially taken by Sean.  You could
see she thought the world of him.  There was lots of food of all kinds.
Ken Chow had been in charge of that.  Lots of things to drink, but only
beer for those of age and wine for the ladies.  There was no hard liquor as
both Sean and I didn't want it there.  Everyone was having such a wonderful
time.

My Mom and Dad had almost monopolized Sean.  They loved him so much.  It
made me happy to see my folks love my partner without reservation.  And
even more important to me was to sense how much Sean loved them.  I was a
very happy man.

People began to leave in ones and twos.  By some magic, everything was
picked up and the townhouse was clean and in order.  Rog and Greg were the
next to last to leave.  Jerrod hung around until there were just the three
of us.  Sean and I both felt a little strange as we had spoken about it
quickly when we put away the last of the food, some cheese that Rog and
Greg had left out.

We returned to the living room and found Jerrod looking out the windows
apparently seeing something that wasn't there.  I glanced at Sean and he
gave me a quissical look.

"So, Jerrod, did you enjoy the evening?" I asked.

He turned and looked at the two of us standing there.  I had my arm around
Sean's waist and he had his arm resting on my shoulder.  Jerrod looked
distressed.  He actually looked as if he was in pain.  It was finally
obvious to both of us that he was crying.  Finally, it all broke out and he
was sobbing so much that his body shook as if he were receiving electric
shocks.  We went to him and took him in our arms.

"Jerrod, man, what's the matter?" asked an incredulous Sean.

 "What happened?  This is supposed to be a evening of joy and happiness.
Why are you so sad?  Please, Jerrod, tell us.  Ryan and I want to help.
Please."

"Come on Jerrod, sit here between Sean and me on the sofa.  Try to get your
emotions in check, Jerrod.  We are here to help because we are your
friends." I said in my best professorial voice.  Sean smiled a knowing
smile at me.

Jerrod looked at us with such a sorrow-filled face the it broke our hearts.

"I just want to be loved by someone.  I want to be loved like you guys love
each other.  I'm just a gay, virgin jock who needs some loving.  And when I
see you two guys so much in love so free to express it, I envy you.
Actually, I am jealous of you guys.  I'm sorry.  I guess I had better go
home.  Shit, I forgot, I don't have a car.  Never mind, I'll just walk."

"Look, Jerrod, you can sleep here tonight.  This sofa pulls out into a bed.
Sean, go get some sheets, a pillow and a blanket.  I am sorry Jerrod that
you are unhappy about Sean and me.  But I waited 8 years to find him.  It
didn't happen over night.  You are a handsome sexy guy.  You shouldn't have
any trouble finding a sexy guy to love you.  Sleep on it, and in the
morning we will talk some more." Suddenly I realized that my tone was
professorial again.

Sean returned with the linens.  We pulled out the bed and made it up.
Jerrod was taking off his clothes.  Sean and I both stole glances at him

He was a beauty.  He was dark haired and had just enough hair on this
chest, arms and legs to make him sexy.  He was over six feet tall, and he
had piercing blue eyes.  He was tanned and clean shaven.  He was wearing a
pair of white briefs and from the looks of things it was covering a mighty
big cock.

Jerrod was aware we were looking at him and he bent over so that we could
get a good look at his gorgeous ass.  It was very tempting, but I resisted
and I knew Sean was working to keep his interest in check.  Just as we were
to leave and go to our bedroom, Jerrod shed his jockies, and his cock, 6
inches soft, hung between a remarkable pair of balls, low hangers that just
begged to be sucked.  He purposefully dropped his shorts, turned, bent and
picked them up. His hot tight virgin hole winked at us.  We both took deep
breaths and said good night.


Our last act of friendship for Jerrod was to switch off the lights.

(to be continued)


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