Date: Sat, 12 Mar 2005 07:13:42 -0800 (PST) From: Scotty <niki200sc@yahoo.com> Subject: College: The Professor and Sean, BOOK 2 - Part3 BOOK TWO The Professor and Sean - Book Two - Part 3 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 always 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 to tell me they are enjoying the story. It is great 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. There's more story to come. The marked improvement in the punctuation and spelling is because of the intelligent and careful assistance I have received from Wayne. This wonderful man is my editor, I thank him here publicly. As Sean would say, "He is awesome!" NOTE: If you would like to know when I am posting the next part of the story, send me an email requesting that I notify you when I post to Nifty. -------------------- The Professor and Sean - BK 2 - Part 3 (Sean narrates) After landing and leaving the plane, I was amazed at the difference between the Logan and Palm Beach International Terminal, There was an airiness about this terminal that seemed to be lacking at Logan. Logan seemed busier and was also working hard to improve its terminals. It didn't take long to get the luggage into the car and to be on our way to Mom and Dad's home. Ry had never discussed the home in Florida and I had never asked him much about it since it was never a matter of conversation between us. Mom and Dad, in all the time they had spent with us during my recovery and the reconstruction of the townhouse, had never mentioned it to me. I never really thought too much about it. Ry was entertaining us with a constant narration about the Florida we were driving north through on I-95. No one questioned his facts, until Rog asked innocently, "Where did you learn all these facts about Florida, Ryan. I didn't know you were so knowledgeable?" Ry began to laugh, and answered Rog, "I know very little about what I am saying. What I don't know, I make up. I just want to help pass the time. I'm going to take you to Jupiter Island, though, so you can see how the really wealthy live. You won't believe the estates there. And don't ask me who owns them, because I don't know. Look at the mailboxes, or signs, or whatever." "You, dawg, you been shitting us all this time," said Greg. I joined in the fun, too, asking Ry, "Is this what you do in class when you forget something important? Do you just make up something and fake it? I am ashamed, Ryan Taylor, ashamed! "Come on, Baby, I have never deceived you. Have I ever faked a climax? I was laughing now, as were our friends, but I didn't let it drop. I kidded my lover again, `It's difficult to tell when you have a climax. You know what I mean, as you get older, the reaction isn't quite the same." Greg was almost falling out of his seat as he laughed until he was nearly crying. Rog was also laughing heartily. And best of all, so was my Ry. "Just remember that tonight, Baby, I'll make so much noise when I cum that I will wake the entire house." "Oh sure, that's if you don't fall asleep while we're making love," I added with a giggle. "Enough, enough," cried out Greg, "I can't take anymore of this frivolity. I'm just about ready to piss my pants." But it continued for a bit longer when Rog added, "You piss in those pants, Greg, and you wash them. I am not into Golden Showers, even old ones." Both Ryan and I burst into almost uncontrollable laughter. I cautioned Ry to keep his eyes on the road, He agreed, reached over and squeezed my thigh, sliding his hand over and groping my crotch. I was immediately hard. He just laughed softly and winked at me. I got his message. At about this time, Ry exited the interstate and we were on excellent roads, but not of the same caliber as the interstate. "We'll be on the island in a couple of minutes. The estates are on both sides of the road, but the more expensive ones are on the ocean side. Here we are, so pay attention. It won't take that long to get through here." Ry drove slowly so that we could take a look at the magnificent homes. I was in awe, and Rog and Greg were unusually quiet. It seemed minutes later when Ry asked, "Well, gentlemen, what did you think?" I answered first, "I didn't know people lived in houses like that. I mean, those are mansions. I guess I thought those were all in Hollywood or something. It's unbelieveable!" Rog added, "Such wealth! It's amazing." Greg chimed in, "Holy moly. Those are some houses. Haven't seen anything like that in my business." Ry had been quiet since he asked the question, then he said softly, "If someone offered me all of them, I wouldn't want them for one second, if it meant I couldn't have Sean. I love you, Baby," I leaned over and kissed him on the cheek, "That's just a down payment; you'll get the rest later tonight." Greg couldn't contain himself, "Oh, oh, oh! It's going to be a hot time in the old town tonight!" "Shut up, you dinkhead," ordered Rog, "there won't be any hot time in our bedroom tonight " Ry and I were laughing, but it was Ry, who spoke, "Now, now, Rog, don't punish Greg by keeping your affection away from him. He might be more correct than you think. I mean, maybe there will be a hot time in the old town tonight." "If I have anything to do about it, you can bet it will be hot," I said. "Here we are guys. I bet Mom and Dad will be happy to see all of us," Ry said. First we saw the gate, and through it the house. No, it wasn't really a house. It was a very big house. . ----------------------------------- (Sean continues) Ry cleared his throat, then looked at me with some guilt in his eyes. His voice took on a pleading tone as he said, "Baby, I'm sorry. I should have told you that my Mom and Dad were well off. It never seemed very important to me. I mean, well, I thought..." "So, they're rich?" I asked. Greg guffawed and said,"Look's that way to me." "Honestly, Greg, this is one of those times when I would like to shove something into your mouth so you couldn't speak," scolded Rog. "It's okay guys, really. I never told Sean because I didn't think it was necessary. He loves my folks and it wouldn't matter to him if they were very wealthy or paupers. He loves them and they certainly love him. To answer your question, Sean, they are very well off. Rich covers a wide range of financial situations. I should have warned you about the house and stuff, but I really didn't think it was that important. Forgive me?" "There's nothing to forgive, Hon. If this is Mom and Dad's home, then I will enjoy it as if it were my own." "It is your home, Baby. Understand? Maybe I should say it will be your home, because someday it will be mine, and because we are married, it will be yours, too. Mom and Dad are aware of that and have even taken care of it in legal papers so that if anything happened to me, it would be yours." "Don't say that, please Hon, don't say that. I wouldn't want it without you. I wouldn't.. Guys, I apologize for this. You shouldn't have to sit there and listen to this. Hon, let's go meets the Taylors in their Florida home." Ry pulled the Navigator up next to a small box on a post. It looked like the keypad of a telephone. He opened his window and punched in a series of numbers. The gates opened slowly. As soon as we drove through, the gate closed behind us. We followed the serpentine drive to the front of the house. We hadn't even stopped when Mom and Dad, came out of the house and down the steps; standing and smiling, waiting for their sons, -------------------- (Ryan narrates) When I stopped at the gate to the house, I could see the shock and wonderment on Sean's face. I knew immediately that I should have told him more about my family's wealth. It just didn't seem important to me, for I loved him, and that was all that mattered. I knew he loved me as just a regular college professor with no pretense. In just a few moments everything was fine between the two of us. Later I would fill in all the details about the faimily's wealth. Before I had brought the Navigator to a complete stop, Mom and Dad were at the car door, and practically pulled Sean out. He was quickly swallowed up in the arms of our Mom and Dad. I got out of the car and before I could get all the way around it, they were on me. Lots of hugs and kisses later, we finally stood there looking at each other, doing an inventory of the changes in us. It was about then that I came to my senses. "Rog, Greg, get out here and say `Hello' to Mom and Dad," I ordered them. As soon as they were out of the Navigator, they received the same warm welcome as we had. "Rog, Greg, it's so good to see you two again. You both are looking wonderful," said my beaming mother. After a mighty hug, Greg said, "Good to see you two. Your home is beautiful; and such a lovely location. "Thanks," ventured Dad. "I am so happy that my sons and their best friends are here to spend some time with us. Come on in. Charles will get your luggage," my Dad told all of us. "Who's Charles?" asked a curious Sean. "Charles helps us around the house, Sean. He helps with the grounds, serves if we have a formal dinner, things like that. He's really one of the family. His Dad, Clyde, helped my family for years. You'll meet him later. Come on now. I have a nice luncheon ready," Mom said. Dad put his arm around my shoulders and hugged me again. He smiled at me and said, "You look pretty happy, son. I guess things are going well for you and Sean?" "They couldn't be better, Dad. I just love him more everyday. He's got so much going for him. He's special, Dad." "I always thought he was a special human being. He makes you an even better man. That's a mighty accomplishment. And, Ryan, you only have to see him look at you and you know how much he loves you. I am so happy for you. Rog, Greg, didn't mean to leave you out of the conversation. How's everything with you two?" Rog quickly responded, "We're fine, Mr. Taylor. We understand that you have some things to say to your Son. We'll have plenty of time to chat later." "What's this `Mr. Taylor' stuff? You had better call me `Gerry'. I can tell you right now, my wife will expect you to call her `Ellen'. You two guys are our friends. We've been through a lot together for these two guys of ours. You two helped us get through some tough times. We love you guys," my Dad said. "It's going to be a little difficult, but we'll call you `Gerry'. It will take a little more concentration to call your wife, `Ellen.' We'll try, though. Thanks for the kind words," replied Greg. I noticed as we chatted that Mom had her arm around Sean, holding him close to her. They were chatting continuously. I wondered what was so important, and knowing my mother, I would find out, that is, if I were supposed to know. I suspected that Sean would clue me in soon. We all moved quickly through the house out to the pool area where everything was ready for lunch. A black man dressed in a white jacket stood off to the side of the table. He moved forward to help Mom into her seat, and then went to a table to bring cold iced water to the table. My lover and two best friends were wondering if this was Charles. I hadn't sat down yet, and went to him and hugged him tightly. "Guys, this is Charles, one of my best friends. He's ready to retire, but he loves helping our Mom and Dad, and so they have invited him to live here permanently. He's a member of the family. When I was growing up, he took me fishing and camping and taught me how to be a truthful, caring man. "It's so good to see you, Charlie. It's been too long. You're looking good. We'll talk later. Charlie, this is Sean, my husband and lover." "Hi, Charles. It's nice to meet you," said a somewhat bewildered Sean. "I am happy to meet you, Sean. Now you take good care of my Ryan. He's like a son to me, a son I never had." "And these two guys are good friends of mine. Roger is a colleague of mine at State, and Greg is an engineer, and the Roger's partner," I told Charles. "Glad to meet you two gentlemen," replied Charles. "More of this later, Ryan. Let Charles do his thing. We can all chat after lunch," offered my mother. Our excellent luncheon followed, with Charles keeping the buffet filled with the numerous dishes my mother had concocted for our welcome. Mom kept Sean near her and was constantly whispering to him. He would smile his smile at me and wink. I was getting uneasy about the secret conversation between Mom and Sean. Charles cleared the table and brought in the strawberries grown in Plant City. They were not only beautiful, they were delicious, too. When we had finished our dessert, Dad suggested that we move to the furniture by the pool, which would be a little more comfortable. Charles would join us in a few minutes. First he had to be sure that Cora, the part-time cook for special events, didn't need him any longer. He also took care of our luggage, taking it to the rooms my mother had decided we would use during our visit Sean finally moved over and sat next to me. Mom was busy assisting Charles with clearing the table. Dad was resting in the chaise lounge, enjoying the sun. I had to ask Sean what was going on with Mom. I waited until Rog and Greg were chatting with Dad, and Mom was still busy with the table. I took him by the hand and leaned to him and kissed him gently on the lips. He returned my gentle kiss with his own. I desired him at that moment. I loved him so much. Putting that out of my head, I asked him, "What were you and Mom chatting about so intensely?" "All kinds of things, Hon." "Yes, and what in particular." "She wants to know about the adoption. She is excited about having some grandchildren. She really cross-examined me about what was going on. I think she believes that I am not telling her everything. She's so sincere about it all. She was also curious about your health. She thinks you look tired. I told her you were fine, but that the holidays had been hectic. I told her that I wanted you to get some real rest while we were here. She plans to assist me in making you be a good boy. I didn't tell her that I was responsible for that tired look. I didn't think she would care to hear that I am constantly horny and need you to make me happy. In fact, I want you right this minute," he told him with a giggle. I leaned really close to him and whispered in his ear, `"That`s okay, if making me a good boy doesn't prevent me from making love to you whenever I feel like it. Do you agree to that proviso?" Sean placed his hand on my thigh and then moved it to my hardening cock, which he stroked as he said, "I wouldn't want it any other way. I'm just a little sleepy, Hon. I wouldn't mind a nap. How about you?" I laughed lightly and said, "I'm a little tired, too. Let me tell Mom, and find out where she wants us to stay." I wandered over to Mom and asked her where she wanted us to stay. She indicated the private suite of rooms in the carriage house.. She smiled as she told me that she wanted us to have some peace and quiet. She told me that Rog and Greg would be in the guest suite in the main house. "What time would you like to get up from your nap, honey?" she asked me. "I don't know. Do you have plans for later this afternoon?" "No, I don't. Dad and I assumed you would be weary from having to get up early this morning and the traveling. Ryan, you won't forget to chat with Charles. He was so excited when he knew you were coming." "I won't forget. Tell him, for me, that Sean and I have been up since daybreak and we just need a little rest. We'll probably take a swim when we get up. You might want to show Rog and Greg their rooms. They may want to unpack and take a nap, too. Thanks, Mom. Did I tell you that I love you? I do, Mom." She smiled and kissed me on the cheek. "Enjoy your nap," she said with a knowing grin. Saying good bye to everyone, I took Sean by the hand and left the pool area and led him to our private suite. After I had closed the door and quietly locked it, I took him into my arms and kissed him with passion and yearning, knowing that it was now that our vacation was really beginning. As he returned my kiss with equal passion, I knew that he, too, understood that our vacation had begun in earnest. I pulled his shirt off over his head and stroked his smooth, muscled back. Soon he had my shirt off, as well, and we moved toward the bedroom and the bed for our lovemaking. I was home again, but it was better than I ever imagined it could be because my husband, and lover, was here with me. I wanted to be in him, to claim him as mine, to give him pleasure and bring him to climax. And I wanted him to do the same for me. His moaning, as I kissed his neck and moved my tongue across his upper chest, testified to his understanding that we were home together. ------------------------------ (Sean narrates) >From the moment we arrived at this amazingly beautiful home, I had wanted to be alone with Ry. I wanted to make love to him, to let him know that I was happy with everything. He was worried that I was unhappy about his not telling me about the family wealth. I was actually happy that he didn't, because now he knows for certain that I fell in love with him because he is who he is. And I know that he fell in love with me because of who I am. I had no money and little family heritage. I was a lonely, sad, poor boy who was going to try to get an education. I knew Ry only as an English professor at State. I fell in love with him the first time I saw him, but I never believed that he would notice me. But you know all that already. We were now in our private suite in the carriage house. Suddenly we were naked down to our waists, moving toward the bedroom where I hoped and prayed Ry would fuck me long and hard. I needed him in me, to feel him make me his one and only, to experience the wonder of his cumming in me as I shot my cum on both of us, bonding, as it were, the two of us together once again. And with his man cum deep in my guts I would be assured of his love and his possession of me. The bedroom was stunningly decorated with the taste and sophistication of the rest of the estate. Everything about it suggested that this place was appointed the way it was for lovemaking and sleep. I knew we were headed toward making love; sleep would come later. "Baby, I want you so much. God, I can't explain how much I need you. Let me undress you, Baby. Then I want to admire your body, your beauty, because that's what it is. And, Sean, I want to be in you, filling you with my essence," he told me with great urgency in his voice. "That's all I need and want from you," I sighed. He set about undoing my belt and zipper. As my shorts fell to the floor, I stepped out of them, standing before my lover in my black jock, white socks and sneakers. He knelt in front of me and untied my sneakers, removing them and my socks. He kissed my hardened cock through the jock, licked the pouch a couple of times and then slowly pulled the jock down freeing my now totally engorged cock, letting it spring up and slap my abs. He sat back on his haunches and looked at me intensely. His eyes traveled over my body, not missing any detail. "Turn around," he ordered. His face was even my my ass as I turned. I could feel his warm breath against my ass cheeks. He kissed them, running his tongue over them and getting close to my ass cleft. Stopping there, tantalizing me, he paused. "You're so beautiful, so sexy, my love. I want to kiss every spot of this beautiful body of yours. Licking it so that I can taste all of it. Your scent drives me crazy, Baby. You are so desirable; I want you Sweetheart, and I want you to want me as much," Ry whispered with a rough husky sound. It was then that I noticed that he had freed himself from his clothing and was naked as I was. I wanted to examine him as he had examined me. "Hon, let me look at you, behold you. I want to memorize every part of you. I want to make love to your entire body. I want you so much, Hon. I almost can't containe myself. I lifted Ry's ball sack gently in my hands and kissed his balls and then flicked my tongue out, licking them and slowly taking one, and then the other, into my warm moist mouth. He signed and then moaned. I licked up the shaft of his perfect cock, thinking, as I did, how much I wanted him to fuck me with his hard cock. He grabbed my head and tousled my hair. I sucked the head of his cock into my mouth and slowly began to take him into my mouth and throat. He was groaning deeply now. He was in my throat , and it was a clue to him to begin to fuck my face, which he did with gentleness and love. I looked up at him and saw he had closed his eyes as he traveled to some far off place where pleasure is supreme. "Turn around!" I ordered him after taking my mouth from around his cock. He did as I asked. I didn't wait for preliminaries, but dove right into his ass crack savoring every musky odor and manly taste. I licked my way up and down his cleft, putting myself into a sexual stupor. He reached behind and pushed my head away. I groaned in disappointment. "Let's get more comfortable," he said quietly, but with urgency. He took me by the hand and led me to the bed where he pulled back all the linens except the bottom sheet. He laid on his back, smiled at me, and pulled his legs back to his chest, opening his ass crack and giving me clear passage to his winking hole. I quickly had my lips around his anus, sucking and licking, gorging myself on his scent and taste. He was in sexual ecstasy. His hole loosened up allowing my tongue to go further into his ass. He was writhing on the bed. "My God, Baby, fuck me, please. I want you so much. I want you in me, filling me with your hot cum. I want you. Please," Ry begged. I stopped my urgent work on his hole, and said, "But, Hon, I want you to fuck me. I need you, too." "Don't worry, Baby, I want to fuck you, too. We have a lot of time and a great deal of sexual energy and potency. I am a little older than you, but believe me, Baby, you turn me on so much, that within a few minutes, and maybe a little sleep, I'm going fuck you hard and deep and fill you with my man juice. Now fuck me." I needed no other assurance. I left the bed for a moment, went to the luggage and opened my carryon, removing a bottle of a slick preparation made for fucking ass. I returned to the bed, leaned forward and kissed my lover. "I'm going to get you ready, Hon, and then I am going to shove my eight incher deep into you so that every time I plunge forward I will rub your love button, and when I am ready to cum and fill you with my seed, you'll shoot your essence over both our bodies. And, Hon, you'll cum without touching your beautiful cock." "Do it!" he ordered. I began by using some of the slippery lotion on my fingers. I pushed one finger into him,moving it around, but not ready to finger his love button. I was about to use two fingers, when he quickly urged me, "Forget the fingers, get your cock into me, Sean, FUCK ME, he shouted. Without a moment's delay, and with Ry's legs over my shoulders, I placed the head of my hard, precum-dripping cock at his anus and pushed without mercy In one hard plunge, I filled him until my pubes were pushing against his ass. "Oh, Baby, yes, oh yes. Fuck me, Sean, Oh my God, I love you, Baby. I want your essence in me. Come on; fuck my hot, tight ass. Give me all your cock. Fuck my hole," he said, His dirty language was stimulating me to fuck him harder and deeper. He had wrapped his legs around me pulling me closer to him, trying to get more of my cock into his guts. I was losing control, wanting only to fuck him hard and with little mercy, raping his hot hole, making him mine, getting him ready for my final assault. In my sexual ecstasy, I was plunging into him without regard to anything but my pleasure, banging his ass as he groaned and moaned and urged me on, his arms now pulling me into him. Finally our kisses became extraordinarily passionate and filled with tongue. My fucking was now getting faster and less controlled and I could feel a tingling in my balls telling me that I was about to cum. Our moaning had increased in volume even as we almost ate each other's tongues. And I was there. Like a hundred thunderstorms with uncountable flashes of lightning, I began to fill his ass with my hot cum, shot after shot. And with a mighty moan, he spewed his hot man juice all over our chests. I finally finished cumming, and fell prone on my lover; both our hearts beating like the timpani of a symphony orchestra. "I love you, Baby. I love you. Don't take it out of me, please, Baby, stay where you are. I love it when you are in me." "Oh, Ry, that was so awesome. You made me very happy, Hon. I always love making love to you. You are so sexy, so hot. And, Hon, I love you so much. I want to stay in you, Hon, but I need to rest," I told him, lying there in his arms, my cock deep in him, I rested my head on his chest, and without further comment, fell asleep. -------------------- (Ryan narrates) I had not intended to have Sean make love to me. I had wanted to take him long and hard, but when he started working on my ass, I lost all thoughts of fucking him, and wanted nothing but his cock deep in me. When I begged him to take me, he did so without a long period of getting me ready. Actually, I told him to forget it and to just do it. He fucked me until I shot my cum all over us. He really pounded my ass, almost as if he was out of control with his sexual desire. I loved it. I didn't want it to end, but after some time in our joining, we both reached the zenith of sexual intensity and we came. First he began to fill me with his seed, and then, almost instantaneously, I covered us both with my cum. Afterward, he was exhausted and wanted to rest. I begged him to keep his cock in me, and he did. He lay on me and fell asleep, his head on my chest. As he lay there asleep, I began to think about our lives together. We had so much enjoyment and love in our lives already; however, I reminded myself that we had also known tragedy and great fear. I had almost lost Sean and I know I would have had to struggle to go on. So much lay ahead of us and I was looking forward to a long, joy-filled life with him. As these and a myriad of other thoughts ran through my mind, I began to realize how tired I was. It was not long after that when the long day and our intense sexual coupling caused me to fall asleep also. I awoke sometime later to discover that Sean was not in bed with me. I thought he might have gone to the bathroom, but when he didn't return, I got out of bed and walked naked into the living room. There I found him, seated on the floor cross-legged, looking out over the pool to the intracostal waterway. He was deep in thought, and I almost left the room without his knowing that I was there. But I wanted to be with him. I coughed, and he turned and looked at me, smiling. "So, sleepyhead, you finally decided to get out of bed. I must have really tired you out, Hon. Come over here and join me. It's really a pleasant sight," he informed me. I cross to him, sat, and pulled him into my arms; kissing him slowly, softly for some moments. He returned my kiss, with tenderness and love. I asked him, "What made you get up and come out here, Baby? Why didn't you wake me? I would have come out with you?" He grasped my hand tightly, and with a serious face and tone, he told me, "Ryan, I had so many things running through my mind, I had to think about them. I didn't want to disturb you. There a number of things I have to cope with first on my own, and then, Hon, with you. There is a range of things. Do we really want kids, or is it some kind of romantic notion I have about family? I have thought a great deal about that. Do you think I want kids so that I can enjoy the family I never had?" I put my arm around his shoulders and he leaned his head into me, making me feel warm and happy. I thought very carefully about what I would answer and then I decided that the truth was always best, so I told him, "Baby, that's a difficult thing for me to answer. It might be that you are trying to find the family you never had. But knowing you, Sean, it is probably your kind nature, your loving spirit. You want to help those boys; you want to keep them together and give them a proper home where love and joy are important. That surely is a worthy reason. "You know, Baby, most likely it is a combination of those two. Let me add this, Baby. Whatever your reason, I know that it is not selfish. In the final analysis, this isn't for you and me. No, this is for Jacob, Ethan and Zachary; they surely need someone who will love and protect them. They need security and loads of simple things, like clothes and toys and good food. "That's really what this is all about, Sean: our giving of ourselves for the happiness of those boys. And you, my sweetheart, are the one who will be in the forefront of giving. The boys will only bring us closer together. If we want to travel, we'll take them with us, or we can hire a full-time nanny to help us. We have so many options, Sean, but I want to make it very clear right now, that if you can't commit to this completely, or if I can't, then we should not do it." The room echoed with silence. I saw a couple of small tears in his eyes, and at first I hated myself for causing him grief. Then a wonderful smile spread across his face. He kissed me as gently as a butterfly might alight on a flower. He pulled away from me and looked into my eyes. His eyes were steady and firm and suggested assurance about what he was to tell me. Then he said, "You have said some wonderful things about me, Hon. I love you for your honesty and your caring. You are the anchor in this relationship, the light in the tunnel, the steady hand on the wheel. I want the boys if we can adopt them, and I realize now that I want them as a family, but more importantly, I want to be sure they know love. You taught me that love, Ry, and because of it, I am a better man. If you and I together can teach the boys that, then we will be successful parents. I know there will be problems and moments when we will wonder why we ever chose to do this, but I also know that with your courage and love, and with my love and caring, that all will be well. Let me put it simply: I want the boys! I didn't have to wait to respond, because I knew as he spoke that all the reasons were the right ones. So I told him, "So, do I, Hon. I want the boys! (To be continued) If you wish to comment on the story, you may email me at niki200sc@yahoo.com.