Date: Fri, 21 Nov 2003 13:08:40 -0800 (PST) From: Scotty <niki200sc@yahoo.com> Subject: College: The Professor and Sean - Part 31 The Professor and Sean, Part 31 by Scotty Disclaimer: This is a fictional story dealing with love and consensual sexual activities between males. If you are not of legal age, reside in an area where viewing such material is illegal, or are offended by homosexuality and/or homosexual themes, leave this site now. The characters in this story do not practice safe sex. Remember this is fiction. You should always use a condom for the your protection and especially for the protection of the one you love. The author recommends only safe sex. Be wise and follow safe sex practices. Several songs are quoted in this story. The copyrights to these are held by the artists or their publishers and not by the author. They are quoted as a tribute to the artist and the piece. All persons in this story are fictional and any resemblance to persons living or dead is purely coincidental. The author retains all rights to this story. No reproductions or links to other sites are allowed without the permission of the author. All other disclaimers apply. We all find treasure in the strangest places; it is the wonder of being alive. Scotty Thanks to the individuals who have emailed me discuss the they story. It is encouraging to hear from you. I try to answer all of you, but if you have to wait a day or two, it is because I just can't keep up with the emails. Thanks again to all my faithful readers; there's more story to come in "The Professor and Sean". The marked improvement in the punctuation and spelling, it is the result of the intelligent and careful editing I have received from Bill and Wayne These two competent guys are my beta readers and editors. I thank them here publicly. As Sean would say, "They are awesome!" ------------------------------------------------------ The Professor and Sean - Part 31 The sense of being home, of being together in a place where so much of significance had happened to us, overwhelmed us. It is a strange how a place, or a thing, can cause the mind to flood with memories, both good and bad. As we stood in the darkness of the entry hall, we held each other tightly, Sean's hand resting on my shoulder. It took us a minute or two to move from that initial feeling to go on. I kissed him lightly on the lips and told him, "Well, we're home, Baby. Back where it all began. Back where we first laughed together, where we first made love. It's here that bad things happened, but with the help of wonderful people we were rewarded with a beautiful home. Shall we put on a few lights and look around.?" "Not for a minute, Hon. Just hold me, just let me enjoy your arms, your scent, your loving touch. I am calm and at peace with this place. I love it here, too, for different reasons than I love the cabin, but I still love this place because it is where you first made love to me. It seems like a million years ago, not just a few months. How about a little kiss for your young man, welcoming him home?" I kissed Sean with a strong, sure kiss. I hoped it would let him know that I was here for him, that I would always be here for him, to love him, to care for him, to protect him. His immediately response assuring me that he understood. I flicked on the entry lights. We wandered hand-in-hand into the living room. Everything was sparling. On the grand piano was a breathtaking bouquet of flowers. We walked over to it and found a note card attached. Sean took the card from the envelope and read it to me. "Welcome home, our two dear sons. Let these flowers represent our love and joy for you. Your love outshines most, and your devotion to each other reminds us all that we should love one another. We are so proud of you, Ryan and Sean. We expect to see you here in Florida during the semester break, preferably at Christmas. Kisses and hugs to both of you. Love. Mom and Dad." I spied Sean's misty eyes, and I knew mine were in the same condition, so I quickly added, "Leave it to those two to remember us after our honeymoon. There are something else." Sean just looked at me and smiled. He pulled me into his embrace and kissed me with as with butterfly wings across my lips. "They are something special," he said. "Let's take a look around, Sean. Maybe we will find some other surprises." We walked into the kitchen, put on some lights and found every thing is tip-top shape. There was a small green plant on the counter with a card leaning against it. I guessed it was my turn to read the card to Sean. I read. "Notice this small green plant. With the right light, water, and food, it will grow to be a large plant standing six feet tall and nearly four feet in circumference. Let it be your reminder, your guide, if you wish, that tells you each day that love only grows. Love becomes better with time; we know that from our own lives and we wish the same to both of you whom we number as our very best friends. We love you both, Rog and Greg." This time we both had tears sliding down our cheeks. Sean came to me and I hugged him, kissing his forehead. He looked up me with tear-stained cheeks and I told me, "I already have learned that love only grows. I thought I loved you as much as it was possible to love anyone when I first went to your bed. But, Ry, I have learned that love only grows larger, your heart just increases in its capacity to love. Rog and Greg are such wonderful guys; we're lucky to count them as our friends." "You couldn't be more right about love and about Rog and Greg. They always seem to know the right thing to do, or say, to make you happy. They will always be first on my list of friends." We wandered down to our study area and found that as sparkling clean as the rest of the townhouse. We moved into our bedroom, turned on the lights and saw all the white flowers, three beautiful large arrangements that did not look like ones for a funeral. A card leaned against one of the vases. Sean picked it up, and after reading it quickly, read it to me. "There are times when you realize that special friends make the world a tolerable place in which to live. You two wonderful guys have made this world much more tolerable for us because we have seen your love for each other. You are so selfless, so willing to give everything to your partner that it makes us all feel a little ashamed about our own relationships with others. These flowers, all white, are our 'thank you' to both of you from three individuals of divergent ideas about life, who because of you, have found common ground. Blessings on you. Cathy, Janet and Anne." "Wow!" "Yeah, Wow," repeated Sean. We move slowly into the bathroom wondering what in the world we would find there. We turned the lights on. There were two beautiful white terry cloth bathrobes hanging from the hook. An arrangement of aftershave, soaps and other personal- care products were arranged attractively on the counter around the sinks. One fairly large covered basket caught both his and my attention. Sean opened the basket and pulled out a condom, which held a rolled-up card. It took the both of us to get the stupid card out of the condom. Sean read it to me. "Number one: discard this condom. Number two: check out all the sexy scents. Number three: examine the contents of this basket. Number four: do you know how to use this stuff? Number five: if you don't know how to use the stuff call one of the following: Gene Cassin, Nick Cranston, Dan Foster, Tom Greene, Jeff Miller, Paul Ross, Tim Shaunnesey, Randy Livingston, Ian King, Jerrod Williamson, or Kevin Reading. Number six, the robes are to wear when you answer the door. We suppose most of the time you two go around naked. Sounds good to us. Rog and Greg wanted nothing to do with this gift. What a pair of party poops! Love from all of us." We were both laughing. Sean picked up the basket with some trepidation. He looked at me questioningly. "Well, take a look, Baby. I'm sure it's not a snake." Sean carefully removed the tissue covering the contents in the basket. He howled like a wounder animal and then laughed so hard he dropped the basket and spilled the contents. There were condoms of every description, some I had never heard of, or cared about. And lube with flavors, colors, everything. As I saw the contents lying all over the floor, I broke into hysterical laughter. Sean came over to me, grabbed me, and as we hugged each other, we laughed with sheer happiness and joy. Even though he was choking with laughter, Sean was able to cough out his take on the situation. "If they only knew. We are not a condom two. Hey, Hon, that's a rhyme." "Yeah, if they only knew when we hit the sack, we make love bareback. That's my rhyme. Now let's pick up this stuff." We were both picking up the condoms. Occasionally Sean would stop and laugh and ask me what this little thing on the end of the condom was for, or what were all those little spiky things. I just laughed and told him that for every desire there seems to be a condom to fill the bill. That caused him to begin laughing again, tears in his eyes. "You don't mean to fill every bill, do you? Don't you mean to fill every love channel? Those things are going to be stretched over a hard cock just waiting to plug a hot ass. Fill the bill, no way, Jose." he was still laughing. We finished picking up the stuff and quickly calculated that if we used one of the condoms every night, we wouldn't have to buy any for about three months. And lube, well, there was enough there to take care of all the gays at State for at least a couple of weeks. Those dizzy guys. What a wonderful welcome home idea. "Wait until I talk with Rog and Greg. The party poops!" he said laughing. "You know, Sean, it might be best to wait until we hear their side of the story. That bunch of guys might just be using them. They are very crafty." We put everything back in its place. Sean dashed to the entry and brought our suitcases and suit bags to the bedroom. There we unpacked and put the dirty laundry into the hamper. I decided to change into some of my favorite comfortable clothes. My Mom had salvaged one pair of jeans, my favorites, which I had worn for years. Sean had never seen me in my favorite jeans and shirt. I slipped on a pretty ratty gray T-shirt that was emblazoned with "STATE" and wiggled into the jeans. Sean was watching me with interest. He smiled at me and then went about changing, too. He slipped into a new pair of skintight jeans and a red T-shirt that read, "Yours for the taking, but don't awaken." I started for the kitchen to see about something to eat. Sean followed me. He didn't say anything until I asked him what he wanted for a snack, or did he feel like a big meal, or should we order some take out. He pondered my question for a short time and then told me. "I think I would like take out. How about Chinese for a change? Is that okay with you?" "Yeah, sound good. Let me call in the order." I called Ken's uncle's restaurant. Whoever answered was not in a pleasant mood. When I asked for Ken, I was told by and angry voice that he was no longer there, and please do not use that name when calling again. I placed the order and he told me that they would not deliver to our townhouse. If we wanted the food, we would have to come to the restaurant to get it. I was really pissed and I told him to keep his food and hung up. "What's the matter? You got very angry. Did someone insult you or something.?" "No, it wasn't that. Ken is no longer there. His uncle either found out about his love for Eric, or Ken told him. He doesn't want that name used around him any longer. Everything else went well until I gave him my name and asked how long before delivery. That's when he told me if I wanted the food I would have to go and get it. They would no longer deliver to us." "What the fuck's going on, Hon?" "I don't know, but we're going to find out. Get a jacket, and one for me. We are going to see Ken's uncle and get this mess straightened out. I think I know what the problem is, but we will have to wait until we talk with his uncle." As Sean returned with the jackets, he said to me, "I know what the matter is. He thinks we somehow or other turned Ken gay. I bet you a dollar." "Big bet! You're a millionaire and you bet a dollar. Come on, Sean, make it interesting." "Okay, okay! I tell you what, my horny professor, if I am right I get to decide when we make love. If I am wrong, you get the call. Is that a better wager?" "Hmmm. Yeah, I like that much better. It seems to me, though, that whatever happens, I am the winner. Well, actually, we are already the winners, because whichever way it turns out, we will end up in bed making love. It like bets like that." I gave Sean a quick kiss on the cheek and we headed out. It was a five-minue drive to the restaurant. "What are you expecting, Ry? How angry will he be? You don't think we'll be in any danger, do you?" "No, we may get shouted at, but I know how to shout, too. And with you there with me, Ken's uncle will probably keep his cool. If he gets too nasty, then I will tell him the whole truth about Ken and Eric. Maybe if he knows they have loved each other all these years, he'll either calm down or explode. We're here now, so we will soon find out." We got out of the Rover and walked to the restaurant door. We were greeted by a lovely Chinese lady who asked us if we wanted to eat at the restaurant or did we wish to place an order for take out. "I would like an opportunity to talk with Ken's uncle. I have something to discuss with him. I want to know if he was the one who was rude to me on the phone? Is it possible to speak with him?" "Oh, Doctor Taylor, I am so sorry. My husband, Ken's uncle, is having a terrible time after Ken told him he was a homosexual. My husband kicked him out. It was a terrible scene. I cried a great deal, but it didn't matter. The young man, Eric, I think his name is, was so wonderful. He protected Ken from my husband's wrath. I was frightened. But it was Ken who told my husband that he couldn't kick him out because he was leaving, and he and Eric were going to live together, and if they could manage it they would get married. For the first time that I can remember, my husband could not speak. So you see, Dr. Taylor, it might not be a good thing to speak with him. I can assure you he will not be pleasant." "I understand that, but I think your husband needs to know that we had nothing to do with Ken's choice. Ken had no choice either. He's just gay. He's not choosing that; he is that. I really feel I have the right to speak with him, please." "Very well, wait here, please. I will be back in a moment." "Ry, do you think this is such a good idea? I mean he already knows about Ken, what good will this do? I'm a little scared." "Don't be scared, Sean. I just want him to understand that we did not make Ken gay. Ken has always been gay. And he has no reason not to deliver our food to our home. We have done nothing wrong." "Maybe he just doesn't like queers." "Sean, please, I don't like that word. Gay is fine. Homosexual is fine, but not queer. That world carries too many negative meanings for me." "I will never use it again in your presence, Hon. Sorry." Ken's aunt returned to where we were standing in the waiting area. She looked troubled and a little frightened. "Dr Taylor, he says he will speak with you, but for only a couple of minutes. He doesn't like you or your boyfriend. He thinks you are just as terrible as Ken. Please try to understand, for him there is a choice about sexuality; he believes that Ken learned these ways from you and your boyfriend. He doesn't accept that Ken was always this way. Please, remember he is not as modern as you and I are. I will take you to him. Please follow me." We were escorted through the restaurant to a door at the back of the room. She knocked quietly on the door. From within came the gravely voice of an older man, "Come in." The room was definitely decorated int he Chinese style. There was much red and gold. It was a beautiful room. Behind the desk sat a small man with graying hair. He features were hardened and not a trace of a smile or a welcome showed on his face. His wife spoke to him in Mandarin Chinese, which I did not understand. I could see his body tighten, his shoulders were pull back and his chest thrown out. He did not stand up to shake my hand. His wife returned to us. "He will not speak in English to you. I will have to translate. I will do the best I can, but some words are not easy to find a partner word in Mandarin. He wants me to tell you that he does not like you or your boyfriend. He thinks that you made Ken strange." "Tell him that Sean and I had nothing to do with Ken's life style. Tell him that Ken has been"strange" since he was fourteen. Tell him that he and Eric have been lovers since that time. He needs to know that Ken didn't go with Eric earlier because he felt he had to stay with both of you and to help. He loves you both, but he is afraid of your husband." In a long Mandarin speech, Ken's aunt, told his uncle what I had said as well as she could translate. At one point Ken's uncle rose from his chair and glared at Sean and me. He shouted in Mandarin, screaming, and I was sure cursing. He was shaking his fist at us, and pounding on the desk. He was an intimidating man for one who was so small. His wife tried to calm and quiet him, but it took her extraordinary calmness and gentleness to finally get him to sit and cool off. Sean had backed away and placed himself slightly behind me. I could understand his trepidation. "He doesn't believe you. He says Ken was never that way until he met you two strange men. He doesn't want to listen to anymore." "Look you little pain in the ass. I know you understand English, so just listen to me. We had nothing to do with Ken's falling in love with Eric. Those two have been in love for years. And I really resent your rudeness to us on the phone. How dare you speak to me in that tone of voice. Who the hell do you think you are? You are in no position to judge Ken or us. We are just regular people who are trying desperately to live our lives. The last thing we need is trouble. We have already known a great deal about that. So do us a favor and shut up." I could feel Sean as he pressed against my back. He was looking around to see Ken's uncle's reaction. First of all, his face went so red that I worried that he would explode. The he went white and I thought he might pass out. He put his head down on the desk and it was obvious that he was being wracked by sobs. His wife moved to his side and spoke softy in Mandarin to him. In a few minutes, after he regained his composure, he stood and faced us. In perfectly clear English he said, "Dr. Taylor, Sean, please, I am sorry for my bad behavior. I do understand about Ken. It's just that my wife and I love him so much, that when he left us, we were devastated. When you called tonight, you were the first person that I took my anger out on, blaming you for something that I knew was not true. You were simply good friends to my nephew. If he would come back to us, we would accept him and Eric. Eric is a wonderful man and it is obvious how much he loves Ken. I am the one who has wronged everyone. My wife is very angry with me. Please accept my apologies. Please." "Your apology is accepted. I knew that you were a fine man, and I couldn't let you bad behavior go unchallenged. We will be leaving now. Thank you. By the way, have you thought of calling Ken and telling him how you both feel? He might be happy to return here with Eric. You would have to ask him. It would be worth the try." We turned to leave, but he interrupted us. "No, you must not leave without dinner. Let my wife and I select the menu for you. Please, it is the least that I can do. And as always, you owe us nothing." Sean broke the ice, "I sure would like to eat. I'm starving." We all laughed and headed into the restaurant where we were seated at the best table in the house. Our dinner was magnificent, the quality of a Chinese banquet. When we were almost finished, Ken's aunt, came to the table. "I will never be able to thank you two enough. My husband telephoned Ken. There was much crying and asking forgiveness. But the best thing is that Ken and Eric are coming here for Christmas to discuss staying here. My husband is so happy. So, my friends, am I." As tears misted her eyes, she smiled, turned and walked back into the kitchen. Ken's uncle never came out to speak to us again. After the meal, we headed back to our home. -------------------------------------------- On the way home, Sean was a bundle of energy and he was as talkative as I had ever heard him. I wondered if too much MSG got him hyper, but I couldn't decide what had loosened his tongue. "Boy, Ry, that was a strange one. I thought he might jump over the desk and attack. He looked ferocious! And you, Hon, you were really pissed. I could tell from the tenor of your voice and your body language. I thought you might go after him. I felt a little like the proverbial bump on a log. I did enjoy hiding behind you by the way. I could see your hunky ass in those sexy jeans. Hey, how come you never have worn those before. They do amazing things for you. Not to mention what they do for me." "Keep cool, my randy lover. Let's see, who won the bet?" "Ha! You have to ask? I won. Ken's uncle thought we turned Ken gay. Score one for Sean." "Yeah, I guess you're right. So what's the verdict? Or sentence?" "Funny, funny! Stop at Blockbuster so we can get a DVD of a good movie to watch tonight. I'll pop some corn, we can sit on the sofa and snuggle. Who knows where that will lead?" "You are a sneak, you know that. How long do you think I will be able to sit next to you while we 'snuggle'? Well, I want to try it just to see how much self-control I have. Yes, popcorn and a movie and snuggling sound like a terrific way to celebrate our first night at home." In just a few minutes we were at Blockbuster. We wandered around looking at hundreds of DVD's. Sean wanted a scary movie. I told him he would have to select it, as I didn't know much about scary movies. After much searching, he selected 'Friday the 13th'. I had heard about the movie, but I didn't know much else. If it made him happy, it made me happy. I wondered if I might fall asleep. Then I remembered that I would be snuggling with Sean. I wouldn't sleep. Back in the car, Sean started talking immediately. I smiled. I loved the sound of his voice, fillled with enthuisam and joy. He was really interested in Ken and Eric. "What do you think about Ken and Eric returning here to live and work? Won't that be a terrible let down for Eric. I mean he's a model for goodness sake; what's he going to do here? There's not work for a model around here is there. Anyway, I don't think Ken really wants to come back here. I think he has had enough of his Uncle. Hey, Ry, maybe when Ken sees how much his uncle has changed, he will want to be here with family. Eric, though, I can't imagine he would want to live in this burg. What's here for a groovy hunk like him. I mean if it was me, and I was a model like he is, I would want New York or the West Coast." "Really. Then why aren't you interested in being a classical pianist and playing in the world's great cities? You can't do that in this 'burg' as you call it." "I'm different. I have you. I don't need anything else. How many times do I have to tell you that. I have you. Period, exclamation point." "Well, my lovely, maybe if Eric has Ken that will be all that he needs. He's been in that rat race of a life for quite a while. He may look with pleasure on a simpler life with the man he loves." "Yup. Right as usual. It's just that I don't see those two having a love like ours. I think ours is very special. I think you are pretty special and handsome and sexy. And I like your choice of clothes. Boy, do I like those jeans." "Sure you do, slugger. My favorite outfit of yours is nothing but your beautiful skin. That's at the top of my list." Sean laughed and was quiet for about ten seconds. "You know, don't you, that we are lucky guys. Look, we have money, homes, friends, and we love each other like you wouldn't believe. I have finished grieving for my parents. Now I have a clear understanding about living our lives, and I know that we cannot live forever. We will carry on for as long as possible if anything should happen. That's a lot to learn in a few days. It just proves how wonderful a teacher you are. It may also indicate that I am an above-average student." "Don't give me the credit for your new-found understanding of life. We learned some of these lessons together. And you did have a couple of really mystifying psychic experiences. Add to that, you are a superior student and that may account for all that you have learned." "Thanks for grading me as a superior student. What's my grade as your lover?' "Hmmm. Difficult to put a specific grade on your performance. But on a 4.0 scale, you are 4.0. On a letter grade system you are A+. Yes, my young friend, you are at the top of the class. And that, smiling Sean, is an unbiased evaluation from a perfectly objective-minded professor." I was laughing lightly. "Well, Professor, if I had to evaluate you, it would be A+ in every category: intelligence, lovemaking skill, good looks, body, apparatus, smile, eyes, thoughtfulness, and the ability to make me forget everything except how happy I am to be your partner for life." "Aren't you piling it on a little thick, Baby. I mean that would make me Mr. Wonderful." "Ha! Mr. Wonderful? Really, Ryan? You are my Mr. Wonderful. You have been from the first moment I laid eyes on you. You have continued to be that through some tough times, and now you most certainly are my Mr. Wonderful. You know what, Ry? I don't want to share you with anyone. You're mine." "Not to worry, Baby. I don't want you to share me with anyone. I don't intend to share you with anyone. I think I have had my fill of that. Here we are, home again." "Ry, can we just sit in the car for a few minutes and make out like a couple of hot high school lovers. I think it would be fun. I never had the opportunity in high school. Can we make believe that this is our first make out.? It would be fun." "Sean Kelly. You want me, a serious-minded college progessor of Shakespeare to make out like a high school student? Is that what you really want?" "Sorry, Professor. Just a stupid idea from the resident crap head. Forget it." I had unfastened my seat belt so I could move on Sean. I slipped my arm around his shoulder, coughed, and told him it was a nice night and that I had enjoyed his company. I could tell he was happy as a lark that I was going to indulge his little fantasy. He moved slightly toward me, turned his face to me and smiled. "It was a great night. You are a really nice person, and I hope that I can see you again. Maybe we could go to a movie, or something." "Maybe." Sean's lips were only inches from mine. I leaned in and kissed him briefly on the lips. He sighed deeply. He reached out and put his arm around me and pulled me to him. He kissed me with a little more passion. "I know that you are a nice guy, Sean. I don't want to take this too far, or too fast. I don't want to scare you off. I really like you. I would like to be your boyfriend." I kissed him again, this time with more pressure and I licked his lips with my tongue. I was getting hard and I wanted to know if Sean was, so I slipped my hand onto his crotch and felt his hard cock. Sean pulled away from me. He had a dreamy, pleasant look on his face, but I could tell he was very nervous. He didn't know it, but I was nervous, too. "Can I touch you, Ryan? I would like to feel your penis? Is that okay?" 'Was it okay,' I thought to myself. 'You can't imagine how much I have wanted you to touch me all evening long.' But all I said was "Okay." Sean slowly moved his hand to my crotch and felt of my very hard cock. He caressed it gently for a short time. "Your cock is bigger than mine. It feels like a beauty. I wish I could see it, but that's asking too much. Maybe I should go in and let you get home." "Don't you move a muscle." I reached over and unzipped his trousers, fished into his underwear and carefully pulled out his hard cock. It twitched in the air after I got it out. I looked at it in the semi darkness. It was a beauty. "You have a very nice pecker, Sean. Can I touch your balls." "Yes." I pulled down Sean's trousers and underwear as he assisted me by lifting his butt off the car seat. I took his very large balls into my hand and fondled them. "You have very nice balls." "I'm glad you like them. I would like to see your cock and balls, too." He reached over and undid my jeans. I lifted my ass off the car seat and he pulled them down to my knees. He reached over and took my hard rod into his warm hands. He squeezed it, causing it to jump and twitch. He smiled at me and then moved his hand to my balls where he did the same as I had done to him. Without asking or talking, Sean leaned down and kissed my cock. I almost shot off right then. He moved back and sat still, looking a little guilty. "I love that, Sean. Thanks." I had to do it. I knew it might be the last thing I did with Sean because I didn't know if he was ready, but I wanted to taste him. I leaned down and slowly licked his cock head and then took him into my mouth. His groan was loud and reassuring. I took all of him into my mouth and throat, and was really getting into it, when he pulled away from me, shaking. "Ryan, I don't know. Should we do this? What if someone comes by the car? My folks would kill me. I want you to do it, but I am afraid. I'm sorry." With that Sean pulled up his pants, gave me a quick kiss and got out of the car. I followed him as he ran to the townhouse. I caught him at the door. I unlocked the door, pulled him inside and kissed him with loads of tongue. "Wow! That was so hot, Sean. I really was getting into it. Did you like it?" "Oh, yes, I loved it. We'll just have to wait until our next date to see if you can go any further with Sean. He is shy and frightened you know. You seem so mature and you have such a large penis. Time will tell." Sean was laughing now. "I can't wait for our next date. When will you go out with me again? How about we go back to Blockbuster for another DVD? Then I can take you home again. Our second date. Want to?" "No, I will date you tomorrow night. Now popcorn, movie and snuggling. Let's get going. Put on the DVD and get the film started. I will get the popcorn popped. What do you want to drink, Lover?" "Cola is fine. Hurry, Baby, I want to snuggle." In a short time we were snuggling on the sofa watching the horrid film, "Friday the 13th". Sean was engrossed, at least at the beginning. He fed me kernels of corn, ate some himself, and slowly settled more closely to me. His head seemed to be wobbling a little and soon it was lying on my chest. My beautiful Sean was fast asleep. I yawned and lay back a little on the sofa. The popcorn bowl went tumbling to the floor, the plastic bowl sort of bouncing, spilling the leftover popcorn on the floor. I got comfortable, and with Sean asleep on my chest, I slowly fell asleep. It had been an eventful day. I smiled to myself as I thought about my date tomorrow night with this great young guy I had net and fallen head over heals in love with. I hoped he would love me at some point. I don't remember anything else until Sean awakened me. "Hey, Lover, it's one in the morning; how about we go to our bed.?" Scratching my head and stretching, I sighed and told Sean I was dreaming about this wonderful guy I had met in high school. I really had fallen hard for him. Sean laughed, kissed me and pulled me up by the hand. "I hope he likes you, Ryan. You never know. Were you too aggressive with him, or anything like that?" "No, he wanted to touch and see mine too. I just, well, I just did what came naturally." "Hmmmm? Think you can repeat that 'what came naturally' in our bed?" "Definitely, my shy young lover. Definitely." We hurried to our bedroom where our love would once again be manifest. A perfect ending to a perfect day! (to be continued) I welcome comments about the story. You may email me at niki200sc@yahoo.com.