Date: Sun, 30 Nov 2003 13:13:42 -0800 (PST)
From: Scotty <niki200sc@yahoo.com>
Subject: The Professor and Sean, Part 32

The Professor and Sean, Part 32

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

Thanks to the individuals who have emailed me to discuss the 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, 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!"

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The Professor and Sean - Part 32

                                                   I

We slept late as neither if us had a care in the world.  We were wrapped in
each other's arms, legs entwined.  As usual, we both were sporting woodies.

"I have to take a wicked leak," Sean told me.

"Me, too.  Shall we use the facilities together, or are you too shy?"

"No, I am not shy. and I will get another look at your wonderful crotch
package," he said laughing as he jumped out of bed, his cock sticking
straight out in front of him.

I quickly followed him into the bathroom, standing next to him as we waited
patiently for our woddies to go donw so we could urinate.  Finally it came,
and we emptied our bladders.  Sean shook his penis vigorously to be sure he
didn't have any stray urine on it.  I followed suit.  He laughed as he
reached over and gave my cock a couple of more shakes.

"Just making sure that the last drop doesn't run down your leg."

"Yeah, but I think you broke it in half.  I may never be able to get
another erection.  Shit, what have you done?"

"Watch this, my horny lover."

Sean fell to his knees and took my cock into his mouth.  I was erect almost
instantly.

"Your broken cock seems to have been fixed.  Amazing what a warm, moist
mouth can do for a broken cock," Sean chuckled.

"It's just you, Baby.  It's just your wonderful technique.  Hmmm, I love it
when you suck me; but not any more right now.  Breakfast first; then a
shower.  Then some planning for classes.  You must have some work to do,
Sweetheart.  I know that I do.  Can we sit naked together on the sofa after
breakfast, reading and leaving each other alone?" I asked.

"Maybe.  It depends on the temperature.  If you touch me, or kiss me too
many times, you will have to pay the consequences.  If you are a good guy,
and leave me alone, we can get our work done.  After that, who knows?" he
said as he strolled to the kitchen.

I followed him into the kitchen, enjoying his beautiful ass all the way .
'Man, he is so beautiful, so sexy,' I thought to myself.  'Will I be able
to get through breakfast?'

Sean was getting various ingredients out of the fridge.  He smiled at me as
he did this, making me unsure about controlling myself.  He knew what he
was doing, too.  I had to ignore it, or this would probably not be
breakfast, but a late lunch.

"Are you as happy as I am, Hon?  I just feel like I might burst with joy,"
he said.

"Happy?  No, not just happy, maybe overjoyed. Or blissful. Or joyous.  Or
blissfully happy.  I am as ecstatic as you, Baby.  How could I not be with
you here with me?  Our lives seem to be on a even keel, and we both have
exciting things to look forward to in the future."

"Am I pushing you a little too much about kids?  I worry that I may be too
gung-ho about it all.  Please tell me if I am," he said.

I moved to Sean and enveloped him warmly in my arms, but not with any
overpowering strength.  He looked up at me with those beautiful blue eyes
and then smiled that smile.  I kissed him gently on the lips, then took his
face into my hands and whispered softly into his ear,

"No, you aren't pushing me.  I want children, too.  It's the only way my
parents will ever have grandchildren.  Additionally, I think you will make
one hell of a father, Sean.  You have such love, such sensitivity.  You
will be super."

"I hope so, Ry.  But if I should not work out to be as great a father as
you think I might, I have full confidence in you.  You will be there to
help me learn the ropes and become the man you are, and the father I know
you will be.  I want the family that I never had, with loads of laughter
and fun.  There will be family trips, bedtime stories, bath time, dinner
conversation, popcorn and funny movies.  All those things are important to
me.  We will watch our sons and daughters play sports.  We will listen to
them as they play an instrument in the band. We will watch them perform in
a drama club play.  All these things will give us joy and pleasure. It's
important to me that we will be able to share all our love with others.
And, Hon, I want Mom and Dad to have grandchildren to love and to spoil.
Does that make me a crap head?"

"Sean, all it does is make me happier than you can imagine that I married
you.  You want all the things I love.  I want all those things, too.  And
we will have them all.  It may take some time and a great deal of effort,
but we will have some kids around here.  We will have to have patience.  I
think we should ask Dan to begin inquiries about what we want to do.
That'll be a good start.  I hope it is okay with you, Baby."

"You read my mind, Lover.  I thought about Dan beginning the process.  It's
fine with me, Ry.  Kiss me to seal the agreement."

I pulled Sean back into my arms, this time hugging him tightly to me and
kissing him with passion and emotion.  He knew that we had sealed our
agreement.

"Let's get this breakfast going.  Don't know about you, but I am hungry.
Just listen to my stomach sing.  Look, Baby, you do the bacon, sausages,
and toast.  I'll scramble some eggs, set the table and get some coffee
going,"

"Aye, aye, mon capitain!" came Sean's quick reply.

Sean began unwrapping the bacon and sausage and getting it ready for the
microwave.  I put a pot of coffee on to brew.  After setting the table, I
got some OJ out of the fridge, and broke eight eggs into a bowl, added some
half-and-half and salt and pepper.  Sean was doing his thing and I waited
until the bacon and sausages were cooking. This might be a good time to ask
Sean about what he had to do before classes on Monday.

"Baby, do you have much work to accomplish before classes start?  I know
how things are supposed to be for me.  That is, if my subs followed my
lesson plans.  So I have some heavy reading to do, and some complicated
lessons to construct.  It will take a good part of today.  We also have to
get some groceries, and I would like to spend some time just snuggling."

"I like the snuggling, Hon.  Yeah, I have to do some reading for Dr. Milne.
Dr. Fillimore will have finished the whole unit on composition, so there's
reading to do, and I should review before Monday.  Other than that I should
be fine.  I also should begin regular practicing on the piano, especially
if I am going to be up to snuff for the concert.  Oh, and another thing,
Hon, I want to talk with Rog and Greg about Florida and our trip down
there."

"We have time for that.  I am starting the eggs now.  Get the toast out and
put in another two slices.  I know you, my friend, and you will put away
this breakfast like one huge vacuum cleaner," I said with a friendly laugh.

Sean looked at me as if he were terribly injured by my remark.  He looked
down at the floor and played at crying.  I ignored him.

Laughing, he finally said to me, "Listen, my horny lover, I have to eat
well to keep in condition to make love to you.  Remember, you expect a
great deal from me.  Feed me, Lover."

I put the eggs into a serving dish and placed them on the counter.  Sean
had the bacon and sausages on a serving plate and the toast on another.  I
noticed that he had toasted a couple of English muffins, too.  I walked
over to him.

"You know, Baby, I really want you, but I will settle for breakfast.
Warning!  Warning!  I am not a robot so I may not get through our study
period without attacking you, my lover."

"I should be so lucky."

"You will see, you will see.  Now let's eat this food before it gets cold."

I brought a cup of hot coffee to the counter and sat on the stool opposite
Sean.  He had filled his plate, and was already eating.  I enjoyed watching
him; eating, reading, doing anything.  There was something about the way he
did anything, or everything, that had a sexual aura about it.
 Maybe that was just the way I saw it; perhaps I wanted everything he did
to have some sexual aspect to it.  I was beginning to feel like a dirty old
man.

"Mom and Dad are going to call on Saturday?  Should we have plans ready to
discuss with them, or can we put it off for a while?  You know more about
that kind of thing than I do."

"Sean, it is something we need to think about.  We will have to talk with
Rog and Greg before we make any final plans We want to coordinate
everything so it is easy for everyone.  We can leave from either Hartford
or Boston.  In fact, we might be able to fly out of Manchester, NH.  We'll
have to check it out."

"Sounds reasonable.  I have never had a vacation, or a trip, or an airplane
ride.  This is something special for me.  And, Ry, I really want to see Mom
and Dad.  I miss them.  Sorry, I know that was not a very thoughtful thing
to say, Hon.  I know that you miss them more than I do."

"I miss them, sure.  But I have been to Florida many times.  I have flown
all over the world, and I have had vacations since I was a little boy.  But
this is special for you, and that makes it special for me.  We probably
both miss Mom and Dad about the same.  We can't let them know that when we
talk with them.  Mom will get upset.  So think about what you are going to
say and keep a stiff upper lip.  You know, Sean, they love you very much
and I am sure they miss you as much as they miss me."

"Thanks for saying that, Hon, but I suspect that although they love me a
great deal, they love you more.  After all, you are their son and I am like
a son-in-law."

"No, I don't think they feel that you are only a son-in-law.  No way!  They
think of you as a son.
 And they love you as much as they love me, because they know how much you
love me, and how much I love you.  So for now, let's leave it that way."

"Okay.  You want any more eggs, or anything?"

I smiled and looked at him with such pleasure.  I reached for his hand and
held it in mine, rubbing my thumb on the top of his hand.  I knew this was
dangerous, but I had to do it.  Then I kissed his hand lightly.

"I'm done; you can finish what's left, Baby."

Sean dug into the remains of the breakfast while I went to get a refill of
coffee.  I was still watching his every move, marveling at his grace and
beauty.  Finally he noticed my stare and smiled at me, well it was almost a
grin.

"What are you looking at, Ry?" he asked with a giggle.

"I...I was looking at you.  You are so beautiful, so sexy.  You are
graceful in all your movements.  And I like to watch you eat; you enjoy
food so much.  If I ate as much as you do, I would weigh three hundred
pounds.  Would you still love me if I weighed three hundred pounds?"

"I sure would.  We might have to modify our love making a little.  I don't
know if I could support your weight on me.  I bet we could find other ways
to make love.  But, frankly, I am glad that you do not weigh that much
because it is unhealthy.  I want you healthy, Hon, and vigorous and with
loads of staying power."

"You are so full of shit.  If I weighed three hundred pounds, you would
disappear."

"No I would not.  Don't say that.  I would stay and I would love you.  I
said for better or worse, and I meant that."

"I'm sorry, Baby.  I was just trying to be funny, to add a little humor to
the discussion."

"Well, I didn't think it was funny."

"Do you forgive me?"

"Of course.  But if you ever say I would leave you for something like being
ill ,or such, I will kick your beautiful ass just before I fuck you silly."

With that Sean got up from his stool and began to clear the counter and to
put dirty dishes into the dishwasher.  I got up and began to carry things
to him.  He didn't speak to me and I decided I had better let him cool off
for a bit.  Soon the kitchen cleaned and everything put away.

"Got to get some books.  I'll be right back." he told me as he went to the
study.

Luckily I didn't have to go to the study at that time.  I got some stuff
out of my attaché case, and sat naked on the sofa, waiting for him; hoping
that he was over the little tiff that we had.  When he came into the room
with a pair of sweats on, I realized that it was going to be a cool study
time.

I smiled at him, but he only returned a half-hearted smile.  He sat on the
sofa, but not close to me.  He had a short fuse that I had to be aware of
and try not to light.  He was young and his emotions were more volatile
than mine.  I thought about getting into some sweats, but I quickly decided
that I wouldn't play his game.  I pulled my legs up and pushed my back into
the side of the sofa.  Taking my planning book, I began to sketch in what I
planned to do in the next week.

Sean sat stiffly on the far side of the sofa away from me.  He had a book
in his hands, but I was aware that he wasn't reading.  Keeping at my task,
I only looked at him with sideways peeks.  I wanted to smile, but I didn't,
as I noticed that he had moved just a little way toward me.  Lesson
planning had never been so difficult.  Sean held his book in his right hand
and stretched out his left hand, hoping, I think, that he would be able to
touch my thigh, but he couldn't.  I turned slightly so that more of my
thigh was toward him and waited.

I felt Sean move closer to me.  I moved again, my right thigh up against
the back of the sofa, my left leg bent under me.  My private parts were
very much available.

I almost jumped out of my skin when I felt his warm hand gently graze my
thigh.  I think my cock jumped a little, and with all my will power and
thoughts of difficult mathematical problems, I willed my cock to behave.
Sean moved closer, now his back was almost in my lap.  I couldn't take it
any longer, I reached out and pulled him to me, my planning book falling to
the floor and his book following.  He was close to me now, his back against
my naked chest.  I kissed his ear and whispered to him.

"Thank you for not staying angry with me.  I really am sorry that I upset
you.  I love you so much, Baby.  I was dying to grab you and pull you to
me, but I decided that you would have to let me know that you were ready to
be my friend again, to really forgive me.  I love you, Sean.  Please don't
ever forget that.  We may disagree, as we just did, but I didn't stop
loving you, not for a second.  Did you stop loving me?"

He turned and was in my arms, kissing me gently on my face.

"No, no.  I never stopped loving you.  I was just pissed and wanted to make
you feel as pissed off as I was.  So I did this stupid thing, you know, the
sweats, sitting away from you.  It was the most difficult thing I have ever
done.  I wanted to be in yours arms, to have you love me.  I have been such
a fool."

I didn't reply, but instead, pulled his sweatshirt up over his head and
exposed him naked torso.  Then I took my hands and pushed down on his sweat
bottoms.  He helped me by picking up his butt so that I could slip off his
sweatpants. He kicked them away from us.  Now naked, too, we simply
snuggled together, luxuriating in the touch of body to body.  There was no
sex; just the peaceful knowledge that we were here together and in love.
Without wanting to, we both fell asleep.

---------------------------------------------- I don't know how long we
slept, but the phone ringing awakened me .  Sean just snuggled more into
me, his head resting on my chest.  I kissed his curly blond head, and
without moving too much, I reached for the phone.

''Hello, Taylor-Kelly residence.  Ryan Taylor speaking."

"Hey, big guy.  Greg, here, Just wanted to check to see that you two
lovebirds got home safely."

"We're fine.  Got here late yesterday afternoon.  Thanks for everything you
two guys did for us.  It made coming home pleasant."

"Forget it, Ryan; you know that Rog and I love both of you guys.  Hell, we
think of you two as our brothers.  How's that beautiful partner of yours?"

"He's asleep, his head is resting on my chest.  I'll wake him."

"Don't do that, let the poor guy sleep."

"Okay.  How's Rog?"

"He's fine.  Right now he is at State doing something with the electronic
pianos.  Boy, does he hate those things.  He says they sound like shit.  I
told him I had never heard shit so I couldn't agree or disagree with him.
He didn't like that comment.  Look, Ryan, when lover boy wakes up tell him
I said "Hello".  "Hello', too from Rog.  I'll let you go now."

"Just a minute, Greg, have you and Rog discussed coming to Florida with
Sean and me during break?  I know you have to use your vacation time, so we
want to arrange things to accommodate you.  Rog, Sean and I have a month
off, but I know that you don't."

"As a matter of fact, we have discussed it.  Right now we're thinking about
seven to ten days.  That's about the maximum I can ask for at work.  How
does that sound to you?"

"Fine, we want to go to Florida and have some fun, but we also want to get
back here and have a couple of weeks to ourselves.  Sean has to really
practice for the concert, too.  So a week to ten days would be super.  I
know that will be fine with Sean.  You know, of course, that my parents
will want us to stay the entire break, but I will make it clear to them
when they call tomorrow that it's just for a week and not more than ten
days.  It will be fine."

"Thanks, buddy.  I will tell Rog about our conversation and if he has any
problems, he'll call you later today.  I will make sure it's not too late
because I know you two need your sleep.  Bye," was Greg's laughing end to
our conversation.

Greg's laughing ended our conversation.  I reached to replace the receiver
and as I did, Sean stirred.  He opened his eyes and looked at me.  He
turned and pushed me onto my back, covering me with his body.  His lips
sought mine and we enjoyed a passionate kiss.

"What a wonderful way to awaken, Ry, seeing you here, being in your arms.
Hmmm, it feels so good, so perfect."

He rolled away from me and got up from the sofa.  He headed to the
bathroom.  I didn't follow him, as I had no need to use the bathroom at
that moment.  I heard the flush of the toilet and he was back, climbing on
me again, and flashing that wonderful smile.

"We didn't get much work done, did we.  Suppose we have to try again, don't
we?  You know, Hon, I would rather make love than do school work.  How
about you?"

"Sounds like a reasonable suggestion.  But first, Greg called while you
were asleep.  He and Rog want to come to Florida with us for a week to ten
days.  Greg can't get anymore time off from work than that.  I told him it
would be fine with us.  I hope I was right."

"You were.  I need to get back to practice for the concert.  I'll only have
about a month.  I don't even know yet what piece they will want me to play.
I hope it's one that I know."

"Maybe Rog knows by now.  After dinner tonight we can call him to find
out."

                                            II

"Ry, I was thinking.  What time does the bank close?"

"Today is Friday, so the bank is open until eight," I told him.

"Do you think I should deposit the check and stuff like that.  I might like
a little cash.  What do you think?" he asked.

"That's a great idea.  Let's get dressed, go to the bank, take care of
business there, and then go out to dinner.  Maybe Ranaldi's or whatever.
You select the restaurant, and you, my well-heeled lover, can pick up the
tab."

"Sorry, no can do.  We get our meals free at Ranaldi's, remember.  We would
have to go out of town, if you want your rich, sexy lover to pick up the
tab," he said with his famous giggle.

"Crap!  Forgot that.  Well, look, let's do the banking, get some cash for
you and a checking account, and that stuff, and then we can decide on
dinner.  And Sean, let's wear our oldest, scruffiest clothes to the bank."

"Why do we want to do that?"

"Because I want to see their faces drop and then light up when you hand
them a cashier's check for over two million dollars.  It should be fun."

"You're a devil, Ryan Taylor.  I love it.  Let's play it to the hilt.  Come
on, Baby, let's get dressed."

We hurried to the bedroom and dressed in our grungiest jeans and worn,
unattractive shirts.  Our oldest sneakers completed our attire.  We stopped
at the closet and selected our most worn overcoats.  We had begun to leave
when it suddenly dawned on Sean that we didn't have the check.  He hurried
to the bedroom and got it out of his dress coat's inside pocket where it
had held court since he received it.  Laughing, we left for the bank.

We took the Rover, but decided to park somewhere away from the bank, as we
did not wish to have the Rover reveal us as clients with money.  Lighthouse
Savings Bank had a reputation for hard-nosed customer service.  It is a
funny thing that a bank only wants customers who don't need money.  I had
selected this bank because I knew that most of the money would be withdrawn
shortly after we spoke to Dan.  There really wasn't much choice in the
small town where the campus was located.  I always thought that the bank
took care of the financial needs of students because they had the college's
very large accounts.  Many of the endowments and scholarships were also
there.

I was having a ball; and for Sean, it was a wonderful adventure.  I
wondered if I might be recognized, but I hoped I could stay far enough
behind him so that I wouldn't be noticed.  The bank president, Seymour
Curtis, had a reputation as a bigot.  He was harsher with blacks, but
stories had it that he wouldn't do bank business with homosexuals or
atheists.  I was sure that we would find out today.  I had an account here
simply because I was a faculty member at State.  Ironically, I don't think
I had been in the bank three times in the last seven years.  I was here
when I opened the account, one other time to get an ATM card, and a third
time over an error in accounting.  My salary is direct deposit; I bank
on-line or write an occasional check so I normally do go to the bank.  I
really doubted that anyone would know who I was.

Before we went into the bank I told Sean that I might hug him, even give
him a kiss.  I was sure to keep my arms around him as much as possible and
I would stroke his body freely except I would stay away from his ass and
crotch.  He thought it was great, increasing the notion of adventure.

Once in the lobby, we had only a short wait to go to a teller.  Her
nameplate told us that her name was Norma Fischer.  She was a woman of
indeterminate age, but my guess would be she was in her late fifties.  She
looked at us with disdain, but asked,

"May I help you, young man?"  I chose that moment to lean close to Sean and
kiss him on the cheek.
 He responded by kissing me back.  Norma was not pleased.

"I would like to open an account.  Is that possible?" he asked as he
stroked my back.

"I can't do that for you, but if you wait a moment, I will see if
Mr. Curtis can see you to take care of your request.  Excuse me for a
moment."

She left the window and walked to the largest desk in the room and spoke
briefly to a middle-aged, balding, very overweight man.  I would estimate
his age at about forty to forty-five.  It was difficult to tell because of
the expanse of flesh.  He had tiny lips, which were tightly drawn.  He
looked our way with a piercing look.  Norma returned to the window and said
that Mr. Curtis would see us immediately.  I thought, 'That son-of-a-bitch
just wants us out of his bank.  No faggots to contaminate his business.'
Sean followed Norma and I followed him.

When we arrived at Curtis' desk, he glared at us and did not smile.  Sean
smiled widely at him, and turned and kissed me on the cheek.  Curtis almost
fell out of his chair.

"Just sit down, you two.  Just what did you have in mind for an account?"

Sean was silent for a moment, then took my hand into his and stroked it as
he told Curtis, "Well, I would want a checking account, a savings account,
maybe an investment account.  I'm not sure.  What can you offer me?"

Curtis coughed, smiled a cold knowing smile, and told Sean, "You have to
understand that we don't set up accounts such as you request.  You have to
understand that a young man such as you couldn't have the funds available
to do all of those things.  I'm afraid we can't help you.  Perhaps a large
bank in Boston, or a larger city than this, would be willing to do that for
you.  Now is there anything else?"

"Just one question.  Are you giving me all this bullshit because you don't
like the way I am dressed?  Or maybe you don't like to do business with
faggots?  Is that it?  I don't know who you think you are, but I would
imagine that your Board of Directors would not be happy to know that you
turned down a very large deposit because you didn't like the looks of the
customer, or you don't like doing business with homosexuals.  Listen
carefully, Mr. Curtis, I would advise you to get the necessary paperwork
here at your desk and we start the paperwork, or I will have my attorney
contact the president of your Board of Directors and have a little chat
with him.  Now you can make the choice, but I would appreciate it, sir, if
you would take care of this matter quickly as I have a number of others
matters to which I must attend."

Seymour Curtis' jaw had dropped during Sean's magnificent speech.  He
looked with total disbelief at us, wiped the perspiration from his face,
hurriedly got up, and waddled off to get the paperwork.

"Sean, Baby, you were outstanding.  I'm so proud of you.  You know, Baby,
you never cease to amaze me.  You have him right where you want him.  Don't
ease up.  The bastard deserves to squirm.  I'd like to punch him in his fat
face."

"Cool it, Hon.  No violence will be necessary.  I still don't think he
believes me.  Wait until I show him the check.  That should be fun."

A somewhat flustered Seymour Curtis returned to the desk.  He was angry as
hell, but he kept it under control.  It was obvious from watching him that
he was ready to explode.  I smiled at him as I asked,

"Do you have anything to say to us before we begin.  You should know that
we are a couple and will expect both of our names on all accounts.  Will
that be a problem?"

"A couple?"  What do you mean, a couple."

"Well, it's like this, we are married, at least in Vermont we are
recognized as a civil union.  We live together and we love each other.
That make sense to you, sir? asked Sean.

"I see no problem with two names on all the accounts.  You should talk with
your attorney about how it would be handled in case of death."

"We will be seeing him soon and will certainly take that matter up with
him.  Now, what's next?"  asked a smiling Sean.

"Let's see.  We will need names and addresses, and how much you wish to
deposit, and into what kind of accounts.  That should take care of most of
it."

Sean smiled a crafty little grin and handed Curtis the check.  "We are not
sure about how we want to divide the check.  Perhaps you might make
suggestions."

Seymour Curtis had not heard Sean's comment.  He just stared at the check,
which he held in his shaking hand.  His mouth had dropped open and the
color had drained from his flabby face.

Finally he spoke, "Ah, Mr. Kelly, please, excuse anything I said, or did,
that might have offended you.  I am here to provide the best service to you
and your partner.  Mr. Kelly, would you like a cup of coffee, or something
to eat, while we work on this matter?"  His voice shaking so violently that
he could hardly get out the message.  He pushed a button on his phone and
immediately a lovely young lady, obviously his secretary appeared as his
desk.

"Yes, Mr. Curtis."

"Alicia, please get some coffee and soda, and something to nibble on.  We
have a lot to do, and I don't want Mr. Kelly and his partner to get bored,
or hungry.  Quickly now."

"Yes, sir," and saying that, Alicia hurried away to do Curtis' bidding.

"Now, Mr. Kelly, this cashier's check is in the amount of two million one
hundred eighty-seven thousand four hundred and ninety-three dollars and
fifty cents.  That's a great deal of money.  So what are your ideas about
how to divide it?" he asked.

"I would like my checking account to have...just a moment.  Ry, what would
you consider a reasonable amount?"

"Hmmm, maybe fifty thousand dollars."

"That's cool.  Do that Mr. Curtis."

"Certainly."

"And how much in the savings account, Ry?"

"How about one hundred thousand dollars?"

"I like that.  Do that Mr. Curtis."

"Certainly, Mr. Kelly."

"You will need some checks written, one for fifty thousand dollars for
Father O'Rourke.  You should probably start the fund for Aunt Emily with
fifty thousand dollars.  And there's the scholarship fund honoring your
senior English teacher, Grace Foster; you said you would start that with
fifty thousand dollars."

"Right.  Mr. Curtis, I will need three cashier's checks for fifty thousand
dollars each.  I will call you with the exact names that I want on the
checks.  I want another check made to the order of Mr. and Mrs. Gerald
Taylor for fifty thousand dollars," I added.

"Certainly, Mr. Kelly.  That still leaves a very large amount."

"Sean, why the check for Mom and Dad?  I don't understand," I asked.

"That's the first payment for a trip around the world.  There's plenty more
when they need it.  Just relax."

"Mr. Curtis, I also wish that fifty thousand dollars be deposited into
Mr. Ryan Taylor's checking account.  Additionally, I want one hundred
thousand dollars deposited into Mr. Ryan Taylor's savings account."

"Just a minute, Sean.  What's that all about?"

"It's nothing; I just want to have some cash around in case we need it for
the cabin, or travel, or whatever.  Relax."

"I have all that, Mr. Kelly."

"Ry, how much should I get in cash?  I want some cash around so that I can
pay for things."

"I don't know; how about a couple of thousand dollars?"

"Mr. Curtis, I would like three thousand dollars in cash."

"Certainly, Mr. Kelly, and in what denominations would you like that three
thousand dollars?"

"I want one thousand dollars in hundreds; one thousand dollars in fifties,
five hundred dollars in twenties, two hundred dollars in tens, two hundred
fifty dollars in fives, and fifty dollars in ones.  I think that makes
three thousand, doesn't it?"

"You are absolutely correct, Mr, Kelly."

"I want a check made payable to Sean Kelly and Ryan Taylor for one million
dollars.  The balance of six hundred eighty-seven thousand four hundred
ninety-three dollars, I want put in a money market account in the names of
Sean Kelly and Ryan Taylor.  I think that takes care of everything, doesn't
it, Mr. Curtis?

"Yes, it certainly does.  I will need some identification and your
signature.  I will process everything except the three fifty thousand
checks which I will include in your own checking account making that
account two hundred thousand dollars.  Does that meet with your approval?"

"No, just a minute. Please put the other fifty thousand earmarked for the
Taylors in my checking account also; that will make it two hundred fifty
thousand dollars.  That will take care of it all."

"Just a minute, Mr. Curtis.  Could you give us a few minutes to chat?" I
said.

"Of course, Mr. Taylor.  If I might see an ID of some sort, and if you
would endorse the check, Mr. Kelly, I can begin this process.  Oh, and I
need an address and your social security number.  Mr. Kelly, do you wish to
have an ATM card, and what about a Credit Card?"

"I'll let you know about that after Mr. Taylor and I chat.  Here's my
college ID, and this is my social security number.  Now, could we have a
moment of privacy?" asked Sean.

Curtis waddled away, his excitement showing in the happy way he moved from
side to side, glowing as it were.  When he reached the tellers and spoke to
Norma Fischer, she glanced at us and grabbed the counter, realizing, I
imagine, that she might have put her job in jeopardy with her rudeness.

"Okay, Sean, what is all this all about?  What's all this money that you
are putting into my accounts, and why?"

"I told you.  I want some money around in case we need it.  But the real
reason, Hon, is that I love you.  Ry, I just want to share my good fortune
with the person I most love in the whole world.  You have to let me do this
for you.  Please.  Don't make a fuss about it.  I have so much money that
the little that I gave to you is almost an insult.  I want you to know,
Hon, that's all changing when I get into my will and trusts, and that
stuff."

"But Sean..."

"No buts, Hon.  I have the only butt you are to take care of.  Just relax
and think about a great place to go for dinner.  Maybe Rog, Greg, Cathy and
Janet could join us.  And, Ry, I will be able to pay the bill and leave the
tip."

"Sean, Baby, no wonder I love you.  You are more excited about picking up
the tab for dinner than giving away hundreds of thousands of dollars.  You,
my precious lover, are magnificent."

"Shucks, pardner, jus' a hard workin' cowpoke."

I kissed Sean quickly on his cheek, and as unobtrusively as possible I gave
his beautiful ass a thorough feel, and I enjoyed squeezing his semi-erect
penis.  He just smiled at me.

"And that, Hon, is why I love you," he said as he gave my ass a hearty
feel, and my now almost-erect penis a thorough squeeze.

Mr. Curtis returned with a mass of paperwork.  We spent the next half-hour
signing papers.  Sean's checking account would not be ready until tomorrow;
they would order the checks by phone and they would be rushed here tomorrow
by next day Fed Ex.  I got an update of my two accounts; the amounts blew
my mind.  Sean's cash was delivered in a lovely zippered purse-like bag.
His savings account, money market account. and the million-dollar check
were ready.  He had a receipts for all the deposits.  I thought everything
was in great shape.  But Sean had other ideas.

"Ry, please help me count the cash.  I want to be sure that it is
accurate."

Curtis squirmed a little and his face reddened a little from anger, not
from embarrassment.  He told Sean that he was sure that it was accurate.

"It's not that I distrust you, Mr. Curtis.  It's just that I was always
taught to count your money before you left the bank.  That's all I want to
do."

During the exchange between Sean and Curtis, I had been busily counting
money.  I was through the hundreds and nearly finished with the fifties.
Sean began on the twenties and I grabbed the tens and fives.  In a short
time we had counted it all, and it was accurate.

"Mr. Kelly, I want to thank you for using our bank.  If there is anything
we can do for you, please let us know.  And Mr. Taylor, thank you, too. Now
you have no need to call me with names since we have put all that cash in
your checking account."

"Yes, I understand.  At the moment I don't need, or want, an ATM card or a
credit card, but I will keep in touch.  Is there anything else we have to
do, or can we leave?" said Sean..

"Everything is in order.  Thank both of you again." said the smiling
Curtis.  His bank now had over a million dollars to invest and make money
from.  How unpoetic.

As soon as we were in the Rover, Sean pulled me into his arms and gave me a
breath-stopping kiss.

"Man, I feel like a million bucks," he told me with a giggle.

"Well, crap head, you are more than a million bucks.  I love you for
another reason, Sean.  You are so regular; there isn't a snobby bone in
your body.  God, you are so wonderful."

"Shut up and kiss me, Hon.  Then we can call Rog, Greg, Cathy and Janet.
Let's ask them to meet us at Ranaldis at 7:30 - no excuses.  And, Hon, tell
them that I am paying and I don't want to hear anymore about it.  Jeeze, I
can actually pay for it."

Just then a breathless Seymour Curtis was rapping on the door window.  I
rolled it down.  He was so breathless that he couldn't speak for a minute.

"I think...I think you forgot something, Mr. Kelly."

Curtis reached through the window and handed Sean the purse-like bag which
contained his three thousand dollars in cash and his check for one million
dollars.  I was completely taken aback.  Sean just laughed loudly.

"Not to worry, Mr. Curtis, it's just one of my crap head moves.  I am sorry
that you had to chase after me.  Thanks very much."

"No problem, Mr. Kelly.  Have a pleasant evening," said Curtis as Sean
started the Rover.  Curtis waved after us as we drove down the street and
back to our townhouse.

On the way, I called Rog, Greg, Cathy and Janet.  All of them were excited
to join us at the restaurant.  I also called the restaurant for
reservations.  Tony Ranaldi told me we would have the best table in the
house.  We arrived at the townhouse just about the time I had finished
calling.  We ran to the door of the townhouse and were in the living room
in seconds.

"Well, Hon, do we take a shower before we change our clothes.  Do we make
love and then take a shower?  Or do we just change our clothes and go to
the restaurant?  I can get some reading done and you could get back to
lesson planning," said a smiling Sean.

"What do you think, Baby.  Let's go to the bedroom and think about it." I
said with a laugh.

Hand in hand we walked to the bedroom.  Sean turned and faced me.  He
kissed me lightly on my lips.  I pulled him to me with strength and lust.
He kissed me deeply and I returned his kiss.  We had made our decision.  It
would be lovemaking, then a shower, and then dinner with our friends.

The lovemaking was awesome, the shower delightful, and dinner was yet to
come.  Dinner was to be a kind of reunion with some of our best friends.

We could hardly wait.

(to be continued)

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