Date: Mon, 10 Jul 2006 14:04:32 -0700 (PDT)
From: Scotty <niki200sc@yahoo.com>
Subject: The Professor and Sean, Book 2 - Part 34
The Professor and Sean - Book Two - Part 34
by Scotty
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Scotty
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The Professor and Sean - Book 2 - Part 34
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From Part 33
"Ryan and I want to tell you how overwhelmed we are by your support and
love during this difficult time. I need to apologize to all of you, as I
already have to Ryan and our parents for behaving in such a totally
immature way. But when..."
Ryan quickly interrupted,
"There is no need for an apology, Baby. What's done is done. Everyone
is safe. Having our friends here to be with our parents and us only
strengthens our friendship. I would prefer not to discuss what happened
earlier any more today. Later, perhaps, when we have had time to
contemplate our lives, we'll talk about it. Thanks for coming. Now how
about some hugs and kisses?"
It was then that the love feast began!
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The Professor and Sean - Book 2 - Part 34
(Gerry narrates)
After everyone had hugged and kissed Sean and Ryan, it became obvious
that we were all getting hungry. I knew that both our sons were in no
condition to prepare a meal, and I thought that if we had dinner together
it might help the boys make the transition back to the reality they
needed.
I had decided that no one was going to return to his home this night, as
I had called the Inn earlier and reserved rooms for everyone with the
exception of Sean and Ryan, and Ellen and me. I knew that they would
want to return to the cabin. They needed and deserved some private
time. I also didn't want to leave them alone just in case something was
to happen relative with Ryan's head injury. He seemed fine, but his
mother and I were still concerned. I didn't want either of them
driving, so they would be returning to the cabin in the limo with us.
Tomorrow we would decide what we should do next.
I had also put the Inn on notice that we would be coming for dinner, the
number somewhat indefinite, but approximately sixteen. They were happy
to accommodate us. Ellen, of course, as she always does, had insisted
that I do most of this as she always does. Her gentle way of persuasion
always makes me think that I come up with the great ideas. She's a
beauty! When I told everyone our plans, they were pleased. Ryan and
Sean did emphasize that they would not stay too late. We agreed.
Interestingly, both Ellen and I noticed Jer and Blake. They resembled
Sean and Ryan; they were obviously in love, and were planning for the
future. Ellen and I were surrounded by same-sex couples, and each of
these couples demonstrated how perfectly normal they were, wanting all
the same things that anyone else wanted: to share their lives together,
to find happiness, to be a family, and to contribute to their society.
What more could you ask of any couple.
I knew that society had to change and see how homosexual couples want all
the same things that heterosexual couples dream about. We can't explain
love, and neither, for that matter, can we explain sexual orientation.
Nature and God decide that for us. There may be gays who don't help
their image much, but so, too, there are heterosexual couples who don't
help the image of marriage and sexual monogamy.
I had gotten to know all of these couples well, with the exception of
Jerrod and Blake, but as I had observed earlier, those two guys love each
other. They want to be a couple; not sexual partners only, but
supportive members in a meaningful relationship. I thought this would be
a much better experience for Jerrod than his tumultuous relationship with
Kevin.
Sean and Ryan got up and suggested that we go to the Inn so that we could
have a leisurely dinner and they could still get back to the cabin and
get a full night's sleep. Everyone agreed, and soon we were on our way
there.
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(Ryan narrates)
My head had stopped hurting and I was clear-headed. I wanted Sean in my
arms to hold and to gain strength from, but that would have to wait.
Dad's idea about dinner and putting the travelers up at the Inn for the
night was terrific. All that Sean and I wanted was to get back to the
cabin early so that we could make love, gently I suspected, and then
sleep soundly for the night.
Dinner at the Inn was excellent, and everyone was in a happy though
serious mood. Sean was not his bubbly self, still recovering from the
horror of the afternoon. But he was social and was able to convince
everyone that he was fine. I knew better. He was wrapped in a guilt
that only making love to him would cure. I definitely had plans to
attend to that.
Sean was happy that Mom and Dad would be spending the night at the cabin
with us. They could use the other bedroom or the pullout sofa in the
living room. Either way, they would be nearby if we needed them. I
wondered how we would get back to State. I knew Dad wouldn't let either
of us drive, but how would we be able to get the car back? I should have
known that Dad already had everything planned.
When we finished dinner, of which neither Sean nor I ate much, we asked
for forgiveness about leaving so early and told them all to enjoy the
evening. Before we could leave, everyone had to hug us tightly and
remind us of what a wonderful life we had together. The boys were on
everyone's mind, and Sean and I were anxious to get them and bring them
home. We wondered if this episode would change anything.
Finally we left for the cabin in the limo with Mom and Dad. It was
eerily quiet for most of the ride back. Sean had put his head on my
shoulder, and in an attempt to give him some comfort, I stroked his
beautiful blond head. We seemed at peace. Mom broke the silence,
asking,
"Are you two okay? I mean, Ryan, how's your head, and Sean, how's
your psyche?"
I could feel Sean giggling silently against my chest. I took a deep
breath and answered,
"Mom, I'm fine. I'm tired and I want to go to bed and get some rest,
but I'm fine." Sean, the devil, rubbed my crotch and my cock began to
expand in anticipation of lovemaking. As he did it, he spoke,
"Mom, Ryan's fine. Everything is working as it should. He has a hard
head." (More rubbing of my crotch and then a firm squeezing of my rod.)
I nearly laughed aloud, but instead, I returned the favor and began to
feel him up, both his crotch and his beautiful, firm ass. Mom and Dad
laughed. Mom said,
"But Sean, how are you, sweetheart? I know it was a terrible afternoon
for you, dear. Are you okay?" There was real concern and emotion in her
voice. Sean stopped our sexual foreplay, sat upright and with a
trembling voice, spoke,
"Frankly, Mom and Dad, I don't think I will ever be able to forget the
horror and emotional beating I endured when I thought Ryan had been
killed. I tried to remember you and the boys and all the reasons I
should stay alive. But when I thought about my life without Ryan,
nothing seemed important. I finally decided that I had to be with him.
But God had other plans and Ry was there and the gun went flying and
exploded, and then to the horror of the day, I imagined that I had killed
Ryan. I just lost it all. I'm sorry that I turned out to we such a
deplorable weakling..." Ryan exploded from beside me,
"Damn it all, Sean, stop saying that. You are a strong, caring, and
loving man. If the roles had been reversed and I thought that you had
been killed, I would have acted just as you did. Now, please, don't
call yourself weak because you're not."
"Amen," added Dad.
"You're so right," chimed in Mom. Then it was quiet again, but not
for long.
"Ryan, have you and Sean thought about when you are going to pick up the
boys and start living in your new home?" asked Dad.
"Gerry, don't pester them with questions like that. They have some
other issues to get past," Mom said as she poked Dad in the arm.
"It's okay, Mom," said Ryan, "we did discuss it briefly earlier. We
want to get them as quickly as possible. We're ready to move in
tomorrow if we can. We'll have the piano moved later. There is one
problem. Rebecca Smythe, our housekeeper and cook, can't begin until
the beginning of next month. Also, Teresa McPherson can't assume the
responsibilities of nanny until the same time. So, I guess we'll wait
until then."
"There's no need to wait. Your father and I will take care of all that
stuff until they can come on board. Dad made some important changes with
things in Florida, so we have no need to rush back. Charles will be
joining us as soon as we call," Mom said with glee in her voice.
"Mom, are you sure? That would be just wonderful. The sooner we get
our family together, the better. Those boys need a home and some peace
after what they went through. Thanks for offering. Ryan, is it all
right to accept this wonderful offer?" asked Sean.
"Don't ask him, Sean. Tell him you're going to accept the offer so
you can get the family going. He'll just melt anyway if you kiss him
before you ask," Dad said as he tried to repress a laugh.
"Dad!" whined Ryan.
"Shush," contributed Mom.
"Done," Sean declared.
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(Rog narrates)
After Sean, Ryan, Ellen and Gerry left, we all withdrew to the cocktail
lounge. Dinner had been outstanding, but there was a strong inclination
among us to discuss the day and its meaning. No one refused to join the
gatherings.
Cathy and Janet were the quietest, but I knew something of Cathy's
health condition, and I wondered if the events of the day might have
brought to the foreground of their thinking, the possibility of the
limited time they might have to be together. I know that I had thought
about it and cringed at the thought of my life without Greg.
Greg had stayed close to me since we found out the news at State. He
actually hovered over me, watching everything I did and cautioning me to
be careful, not to get too tired, all the things he might never say if
he, too, was not thinking about the fleeting time that is given to each
of us.
I had also observed Dan and Craig touching, kissing, whispering and
quietly enjoying a laugh. There seemed to be something more substantial
about their relationship, something that had been missing previously.
Before today they seemed more like law partners than lovers. Today they
were a couple.
I smiled every time I watched or thought about Jerrod and Blake. This
was a new relationship, a very strong one. Blake looked at his lover
with eyes shining with care. For Jerrod, there was excitement in his new
love. The irony of it was that because his ex-lover Kevin had left him
comfortable, he was able to move so directly into this new love affair.
I prayed that this affair would be the one Jer had so desired with Kevin,
but never had. In Blake I saw a strong, self-directed man who, having
chosen Jerrod for a life partner, would be sterling in his devotion.
The events of the day had made each of us aware of the unrelenting forces
of life, which at anytime can change the direction and the purpose of our
existence. For Ryan and Sean, today had demonstrated all the vagaries of
living. In a mysterious way, life had cautioned each of us about that
uncertainty. Life was not, after all, a bowl full of cherries, but
rather at times, a black abyss!
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(Sean narrates)
I loved Mom and Dad, and appreciated all that they had done for us today,
but I really wanted to get home and go to bed. I wanted to finish the
day with Ryan and me in each other's arms as lovers. I know that Dad
had sensed that need, but for Mom there was the need of reassurance that
both sons were safe from all harm.
Dinner had been pleasant, especially with all of our supportive and
concerned friends. There was laughter, thank God for that, and good
spirits. Ryan and I did not eat much, as neither of us had an appetite,
our systems too tightly wound by the happenings of the day to allow us
the pleasure of an appetite. I watched Ryan closely, observing each of
his moves, sighs, and groans with scrutiny, praying that I wouldn't see
anything that would indicate trouble.
We told everyone, that in consideration of the stress brought on by the
events of the day, we would not stay late as we needed a full night's
sleep. No one objected. On the ride back to the cabin, Mom wanted to
know how we both were holding up. At one point I apologized for being
weak. Ryan became furious and lashed out at me, forbidding me from any
more self- deprecating talk.
After saying goodnight, Ry and I retired to our bedroom. We stood
quietly looking at each other. There were tears in our eyes, and when Ry
smiled at me, I ran to him and into his arms. I never wanted to be
separated from him again. Today had been one of the worst and one of the
best days of my life. I cried silently as I burrowed my head into By's
shoulder. I could tell that he, too, was emotional. I tried to speak,
but the words stuck in my throat. Ry finally found the strength to
speak,
"Sean, in all my days, in all my dreams, I never thought I could find
someone to love as much as I love you. I'm sure that God sent you to
me, to make me complete, to bring happiness and joy into my life.
Together we begin a new stage in our life with our three sons. We are
now a family and I am certain that your love will permeate it and will
cause our family to be one filled with happiness and caring. You give of
yourself unselfishly, but, my love, by putting yourself last you are
first in my eyes and in the eyes of all those who know and love you. My
aim the rest of our days will be to support you, to love you more than I
can imagine, and to work side-by-side with you, to raise our boys to
become men like you. I thank God that He saved you for me."
I held tightly to my lover, my husband. I didn't want to let go, to
lose the feeling of his warmth and strength against my body. Now that he
was with me, that our life move ahead, and we would raise our boys to be
contributing members of our society. I had to respond to Ryan, so I
gathered together all my emotional strength and whispered into his ear,
"Ry, how can i say what I feel at this moment in my life. Earlier when
I thought I had lost you, I couldn't imagine living without you. But
God saved you for me, and I was shamed by my lack of faith. I should
have known that you are too kind, too gentle, too loving, too necessary
to help raise the boys for God to take you away from me. I love you more
now than ever, and I love God for sparing you, for giving us the chance
to begin our family. I will want our boys to learn about God and His
kindness and love. Love me, Hon, as you always have. I promise that I
will love you as I always have."
As an answer, Ry began to undress me. I followed his lead and soon we
were standing naked and aroused. Ry lifted me and carried me to our
bed. He stood me beside the bed and quickly pulled down the covers.
Gently picking me up, he placed me on the bed. He crawled over and
covered my trembling body with his, and thus began our lovemaking for
this, another stage in our relationship.
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(Ellen narrates)
I had an idea to make what had been this terrifying day into something
joyful for our sons . Earlier I had shared my idea with Gerry, and as
soon as the boys had gone to their bedroom, we discussed it further. He
was in complete agreement. Almost immediately we began making plans.
Soon he was calling all the necessary people and making all the
arrangements. No one was better at this task than my beloved Gerry.
He called the friends at the Inn. He called the Inn. He called his
friends for use of a helicopter. He talked with Emily and Father
O'Rourke. He called St. Anthony's and checked on the boys. He
ascertained from Don that the new "cabin" was ready, that it was fully
furnished, and only needed someone to use it. I had that well-thought
out in my head. Tomorrow would be a very special day for Ryan and Sean.
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(Sean narrates)
To awaken in the arms of your lover is something that many people never
experience. But on this lovely morning with the sun shining brightly and
the birds chirping merrily, I awoke in Ryan's arms. He was still asleep
so I was able to watch him. My head was on his well-defined chest, my
lips close to his right nipple, one hand lying quietly on his abs, and
one leg thrown across his body, my thigh lying over his cock and balls.
There was some firmness in his crotch, but he wasn't fully erect.
I licked his nipple lazily, enjoying the feel of it hardening. Still he
slept. I moved slightly and took the nipple into my mouth and began
gently to suck it. I could feel increasing hardness in his crotch. I
rubbed his cock with my thigh once or twice and it immediately began to
go to full erection. At that moment I felt his hand on my butt. He
stroked it gently, letting his fingers wander into my ass crack.
As he kissed my head, he spoke in a just-awakening voice,
"So, Baby, are you trying to wake me up, or get me up?"
I laughed and grabbed his now fully engorged penis.
"What do you think, Hon?" I asked.
He rolled onto me and held me down, kissing me roughly on the lips as his
hands played with my body. I could feel his cock pushing between my legs
and I suddenly wanted him in me, making me feel captured by him.
"Please," I murmured, "please, make me yours, make love to me. I need
you in me, Hon, please."
Our lovemaking became intense, with both of us wanting the other to
experience the ultimate in sexual pleasure. When we both ejacuolated,
exploding in passion, we knew we had experienced a great sharing of
love. I asked Ry not to take his love tool out of my body. I wanted him
to be connected to me in this special way for as long as possible. We
lay there for a while, my legs still tightly encircling his back, we
kissed from time to time, and rested. Finally nature prevailed, and as
much as I didn't want it to happen, Ry's penis slipped out of my love
channel. Still we didn't move apart, he was still holding me down,
while I kept him connected by tightening my legs around his torso.
"I don't want to let you go, Baby," he said with a deep sigh.
I laughed lightly and replied,
"Don`t worry, I don't plan to let you go anywhere either."
We kissed again and my cock began to swell with pleasure, Ry rolled us
over and in minutes I was deeply in him, returning to him some of the
pleasure he had given me. I lost sense of where we were and began to
pound him rapidly moving both of us to climax. I was loudly telling him
how good a fuck he was, and he had begun to munch on my nipples. Lost in
the pleasure of the moment, we were startled by Mom's voice.
"Ry, Sean, you should get up and get showered. I'll leave some clean
clothes outside the door. Dan got some things together for you two to
wear. I'm working on breakfast, so get going because I don't like
anyone getting to breakfast late and after the food is cold."
Ryan was laughing with his head against my pecs. I was giggling, too. I
suppose we were amused thinking of Mom walking in on us. Thank God she
hadn't. Ry stopped laughing and answered Mom,
"We were just about to get up, Mom. We'll take a quick shower, and
thanks for the clean clothes."
Mom said nothing more, but we heard her walking away and into the
kitchen. I couldn't help myself, and before I would let Ry out of bed,
I licked his body from head to tor. I enjoyed tasting his cum as I
licked his chest where some of his cum had landed. His groans and moans
encouraged me and I gave him a trip around the world. Finally, he
lamented,
"If you don't stop, I'm going to lose it. I don't want to cum unless
you do. Let's shower and maybe we can pleasure each other there."
I stopped my lovemaking, and sat up in bed. Ry looked up at me with such
love and desire in his eyes that I nearly shot my load at that moment.
"I love you, Baby," he said simply.
"And I love you, Hon."
I jumped out of bed with Ry quickly following me. We relieved ourselves
and then were in the shower, more interested in making love than in
showering. I dropped to my knees and within minutes, Ry was filling me
with his delicious seed. Not to be outdone he fell to his knees and took
my throbbing cock deep into his throat, his tongue doing marvelous
things. It didn't take long, and I spurted load after load of hot cum
into my lover's throat. Completely satiated, we finished out bathing,
found the clothes outside the door, dressed while kissing each other
continually. Finally we left the bedroom and walked to the kitchen.
We found Mom alone in the kitchen, busy at the stove preparing breakfast.
It was a pleasant sight!
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(Ryan narrates)
Mom turned and smiled at us, it was almost a knowing smile, but I
convinced myself that she didn't think things like that. I was
surprised that Dad wasn't helping her, so I asked,
"Where's Dad?" I asked.
"Yeah, isn't he having breakfast with us?" asked Sean.
Mom walked over to the table where we were now seated. She kissed me on
the cheek first, and then went to Sean, gave him a hug and kissed him on
the cheek. Then she smiled that knowing smile again and spoke,
"Your dad has some business to attend to and he needed to run a couple
of errands. He and and I had breakfast earlier. You two must have had a
good night's sleep, and you hung around in bed this morning. Is
everyone feeling okay? Ry, how's your head?"
"I'm fine, Mom. I did get a good night's sleep."
"And you Sean?" she asked.
"I'm fine, Mom, and I slept well, too. We stayed in bed this morning
as we had some things to take care of before we got going."
Mom laughed a little, and with a smile turned back to the stove, saying
as she went,
"Well, it's good that you got all the `things' taken care of."
Sean was desperately trying to stifle a laugh, while I played at
straightening the silver at my place. I dared not look at Sean fearing I
would break into uncontrolled laughter. Mom apprised the situation and
quickly ordered,
"Drink your juice before it gets warm."
For Sean that was not helpful, but he managed to control his laughter and
we drank our juice, still not looking at each other in the eyes. I
thought how wonderful it was that we were acting like a couple of
teenagers. I needed to get our minds onto something else so I asked.
"What's dad doing that's so important that it can't wait a day or
two?"
"You know your father, Ryan. When he has his mind set on doing
something, there's no stopping him. You'll have to ask him the details
yourself. I hope you boys like scrambled eggs and bacon. My cooking
repertoire is somewhat limited since our cook does most of this. But I
think I did okay."
Sean got up and went to Mom at the stove. He hugged her from behind and
told her how wonderful she was and how he knew that everything would be
fine. I know that made her feel good. He then asked,
"Are you going to join us?"
"Yes, just let me finish up a few things here. Ryan, pour the coffee
and Sean get yourself the milk from the refrigerator. The eggs are done
and the toast and bacon are in the oven keeping warm. If you want jelly
or jam, please get it from the pantry."
We all did our assigned duties, and shortly were sitting together
enjoying breakfast. Sean began the conversation on an especially
difficult topic.
"I wonder how Sister Mary is doing with the boys. We didn't see them
last night, or get them ready for bed, or read them stories. I really
miss that. I miss them," he said, his voice cracking and tears
glistening in his eyes.
Before I could move, Mom was on her feet, hugging him tightly to
herself. It was pretty evident how much Mom loved Sean. It didn't
bother me any, as I also loved him and I knew that she loved me as
intensely as she always had. I reached across the table, and took
Sean's hand. Mom was consoling him.
"Sean, don't worry. We all had something much more important to attend
to yesterday. Sister Mary knows all about it as we called her last night
before dinner. She has managed the boys for some time, and I suspect she
is infinitely able to handle any difficult situation. You'll see the
boys in a day or two, so don't let your emotions get the best of you.
You both are surrounded by love from your Dad and me, and from all your
friends who rushed here to be with you in your moment of need."
Tears had escaped Sean's eyes and were now running freely down his face.
"I know, I know. It's just when I think of what almost happened
yesterday, and I realize that I might not have ever seen them again, my
heart breaks," he whispered through small sobs.
I was up and out of my seat, and had pulled him into my arms, holding him
so tightly that neither of us could breathe normally. I rubbed his back
trying to lessen the tension I could feel in his body, and then without
any other provocation, all three of us stood there with tears running
down our faces, and for once in a long time, I saw my mother, overcome by
emotion.
"Baby, we're all here together. We're all fine. We're surrounded by
so much love that it's palpable. Let's try to deal with today here and
now. Tomorrow or the next day we'll see the boys and bring them home.
Let's concentrate on that. Grab on to all this love and take it with
you to share with our sons."
Then we went into a group hug, Mom encouraging both of us to maintain our
control and reminding us of all the good things in our lives.
"Yesterday,' she told us, "was past. We had to live in the present."
That assurance, that wisdom of living, helped us in trying to deal with
today and tomorrow, and to remember only what we had learned from the
past.
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(Gerry narrates)
I had not had any difficulties bringing Ellen's and my plan to
fruition. Not a single soul made an excuse. Everyone was willing to do
what I asked. It wasn't easy getting in touch with some people, but I
did it. Old friends came to our rescue. And what would have been
impossible without them, they made possible. It would take a lifetime to
repay them, but I knew that none of them would expect repayment, other
than a round of golf or dinner at a nice restaurant with our wives.
Having so many of the important people in Ryan and Sean's life with us
here in Vermont made my job considerably less difficult. They helped me
with some of the obstacles so that together we were able to arrange
everything.
The first person I contacted was Naomi Stephensen, the designer who had
decorated the new "cabin". After a chat with her and some
arrangements, she assured me that she would take care of everything.
After a discussion with Dan over a cup of coffee at the Inn, he assured
me that he would be in contact with the architect and he was certain
everything would be in order. A conversation with the general contractor
assured me that no one would be working today. He apologized about the
landscaping which had not yet been finished. He assured me that all the
utilities were on and working. There was water, heat , etc. I was
relieved.
Next, I called Emily and spoke with her. First, I had to tell her all
about yesterday and then about my plan. She agreed with everything and
made it clear she would take care of her side. Shortly thereafter I was
talking with Father O'Rourke. He was astonished at what had finally
happened, but agreed to take care of what I asked him to do.
I telephoned the President of the Board of Trustees of the condo
association where Ryan and Sean lived. He already knew us and that we
had purchased the unit and would be living there in the near future.
When I asked him to let the piano movers in to move the grand to the new
house, he was very cooperative. I had contacted the movers earlier and
knew that they would be at the condo at nine in the morning. I had also
contacted the contractor at State and he would be at the house to open it
so that the piano could be moved into the family room. That attended to,
I had to move on because I had some important fish to fry.
Earlier, I had spoken to the owners of the Inn, and all the details were
taken care of from their end. Now for the important call. I had no
trouble getting Sister Mary at the home. When I told her what I wanted
her to do, she was hesitant, but when she heard the whole story, she
quickly agreed. That made the plan complete. Now we simply had to wait
for all the pieces to come together. Ellen had the job of keeping the
boys away for a few hours. They would shop for some clothes and have
lunch in Brattleboro before returning to the cabin.
Ellen and the boys had only been gone for a half an hour when Naomi
Stephensen arrived with a van filled with flowers. Our plan was now in
progress. I prayed all would go well.
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(Sean narrates)
When Mom suggested going into Brattleboro to get some new clothes for us,
I wasn't particularly interested. For one reason, our friends were at
the Inn and I wanted to spend some time with them. But Mom insisted
telling us that everyone was staying overnight and that we would be
having dinner together. My lover convinced me when we were again in the
bedroom . His kisses were magnificent, bringing me to a near sexual
high almost in line with a climax, but falling short.
He assured me that it was important that we accompany Mom on the shopping
spree since it would make her happy and might help get our minds off the
happenings of yesterday. Also, he promised to make love to me as soon as
we returned. That sealed the deal.
We didn't drive but rather were whisked away in Dad's hired limo. The
trip to Brattleboro was uneventful; our conversation pretty much consumed
by Mom telling us what she planned to purchase for us. Since we would be
going to dinner with all our friends, she wanted us to look well
groomed. Argument was useless so we relented and let her make the
choices.
The reality of the situation was that Mom had impeccable taste and her
choices were right for us. We would have a casual but well-groomed look,
our clothes tastefully coordinated. For lunch Mom had selected a small
restaurant with wonderful greenery. In fact, part of the restaurant had
once been a greenhouse. We had a leisurely lunch, discussing the new
house and how much we appreciated all that Mom and Dad had done. Mom
pooh-poohed their contribution, but we knew better and loved them even
more for all their love and support.
When we arrived back at the cabin, Mom accompanied us inside. We
adjourned to our bedroom to shower and get dressed for cocktails before
dinner. There was a note from Dad telling Mom that he was already there
and that we should join him. We took a long sensuous shower together,
saving any real sexual activity for later that evening. While we were in
the shower, Mom had come into the bedroom and laid out our new clothes.
Thankfully we were not shouting obscene things at each other.
We dressed slowly, stopping to kiss each other frequently. It was so
wonderful to know that we were still together, still alive, still in
love, and about to begin our lives as family. We were so fortunate, so
blessed! My reverie was interrupted by Mom calling to us inquiring if
we were ready to leave. Another quick kiss and we went into the living
room to meet Mom. She examined us carefully, making us feel as if we
were about to meet the queen.
As we were walking to the limo, Ryan noticed all the lights on in the new
cabin. He asked,
"Mom, what's happening in the new cabin. I thought it wasn't finished
yet, but there are lights on?"
"Why don't we stop by and see what's going on?" she suggested.
I stopped and really looked at the new cabin realizing that I hadn't
taken notice of it in the last day and a half. It was beautiful. I
grabbed Ryan's hand, holding him back,
"Did you realize how beautiful the new cabin is?" I asked.
"I guess I hadn't really looked at it, but you're right, Baby, it is
beautiful. I bet the sunset from the new porch will be spectacular.
Mom, can we wait until after sunset to go to the Inn?" Ryan said.
"I guess we could. But right now, how about checking out the lights so
that we can at least find out what's going on," she suggested.
We climbed the steps to the wide front porch and the double doors leading
into the cabin. I tried the door and it was unlocked. Pushing on the
door it opened into the entryway which was quiet and empty. Ryan pushed
me gently and I entered and he followed. Mom followed him, a little
afraid I guess of what we might find. I looked questioningly at Ryan and
could read confusion in his face.
Although the entry was lighted, the area of the living room was darkened,
but we could see through to the family room, which was also lighted. I
hesitated, and at that point, I think Ryan understood my unspoken fear.
He moved by me, running his hand on my back and then up my left arm. He
whispered to me,
"Everything will be all right."
Mom just smiled a knowing smile again. I wondered. I moved into the
darkened living room, still holding Ryan's hand. Suddenly there was
bright light and shouting,
"Congratulations!"
All our friends were there wishing us well. Mom and Dad were beaming
brightly, and then I saw Aunt Emily and Father O'Rourke. I ran to them
and hugged them both. Tears of joy were streaming down Aunt Emily's
face and Father O'Rourke's eyes glistened. Ryan was right behind me
and he hugged them both. All of our friends were around us wishing us
well, hugging and kissing us.
Naomi Stephensen was there to tell us about the cabin and its
decoration. The cabin was breathtakingly beautiful and met all our
expectations. This was a house warming and it was an emotional time for
both of us. The Inn was represented by the catering department, which
was there to provide food and drinks. They were set up in the
large-windowed family room. The master suite was everything thing we
could have hoped for, as was the guest suite and the children's bedrooms
and the servant's quarters. But I think it was the family room with
it's wall of windows facing the lake and the west that I liked best.
Just off it, outside, was the large back porch with steps that ran nearly
the width of the porch.
The day was slowly waning and I knew, as did Ryan, that the sun would
sonn set and we wished we could watch the natural fireworks of colors as
we had done many times before. Mom came to us and suggested that if we
wanted to, we could go out and watch the sunset. She would take care of
the guests. Ryan and I walked out onto the porch and sat on the top
step. It was quiet outside, the silence broken only by the occasional
call of a mockingbird. I heard the doors to the porch open as did Ryan,
then two excited boys ran to us shouting,
"Daddy, Dad, we're here. We love you."
They ran into our arms, Jacob to Ryan and Ethan to me. Standing there
holding Zachary and smiling broadly was Charles. He walked to Ryan and
handed Zachary to him saying,
"Here's the youngest one, Mr. Ryan, he's a little tired, but he wants
to be with his family."
We were both overcome with emotion and tears were streaming down our
cheeks. Neither of us could speak.
"What's the matter?" asked Ethan.
"Yeah, Dad, why the tears? asked Jacob.
"We're just happy, that's all," Ryan told them as he handed Zachary
to me.
I noticed that all the family and friends who loved us so deeply were
gathered on the porch behind us. There was not a dry eye in the group.
"Look!" shouted Ethan.
The western sky was ablaze with color, bright pinks, fire-like crimsons,
royal purples and magentas, slices of yellow and deeper oranges. God was
painting a spectacular display for us. Ryan had put his arm around my
shoulders and we sat there; a family brought together by love, held
together by adversity, saved by faith and love. The spectacle was
repeated on the placid lake. Then the sky seemed to brighten more, a
message, I thought, that there was happiness ahead for the Professor and
Sean.
THE END
Epiloque:
It is difficult to know what lies ahead for these characters, but it is
certain that love is the basis of their relationship. There is the
tenuous expectation that only bright days are ahead, but the future also
holds some deeply sad days for Ryan and Sean.
Aunt Emily and Father O'Rourke die in a few years. Cathy's condition
worsens, but Janet's steadfast love and support helps her to go on.
Dan and Craig enter into a civil union in Vermont and then marry in
Massachusetts. Shortly thereafter they adopt Tobias and Ned. Over the
coming years their practice will become more closely associated with the
representation of gay couples who wish to adopt.
Blake will finish his education and became a pediatrician. He and Jerrod
move to Florida and continue their life together. Jerrod becomes a
financial advisor.
Rog and Greg live at State even after Rog retires. They travel
extensively all over the globe. They are generous in supporting
music-related charities. Rog continues to teach piano privately, while
Greg takes up painting and becomes a successful artist.
Ellen and Gerry decide to live permanently in New England. They buy a
house near Ryan and Sean's, finally selling the townhouse. In later
years, Ellen dies of cancer; leaving Gerry alone. He sells the house and
moves in with Ryan and Sean.
Ryan and Sean have a happy life watching their sons grow and mature.
Ryan stays as English Department Chairperson for only one year. Sean
finishes his education at State and then they move to Vermont to live out
their lives in the new cabin.
Jacob becomes a Roman Catholic priest, Ethan becomes an attorney, and
Zachary decides on architecture. Jacob and Zachary are heterosexuals.
Ethan is gay.
Let us leave Ryan and Sean here. What happens as their lives move to
completion is theirs and they choose not to share. As we have lived with
this remarkable couple, we have learned some important things about life
and love.
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FROM THE AUTHOR
Thank you for reading my story. My special and heartfelt thanks to
Wayne, my editor. without whom the story would not have been so verbally
and grammatically acceptable.
Bless all of you, dear readers.
Here are a few selected quotes from the story which perhaps show a little
about the author.
"I don't know that I believe that we picked each other. I think the
Fates did it. I think we were meant to be together."
"There has to be a God because he gave you to me. I never want to leave
you. I think if anything ever happened to you I
would want to die. I don't think I could go on living. That's how much
I love you."
"You are what is the matter. You have already taught me about real love
and have made me the happiest man in the world."
"This was the man I loved, the man I wanted to be with forever, to love
unconditionally, to make mine, and to be loved by him. I had never felt
so happy, so wanted in my life."
"You are the love of my life, Ryan Taylor. I will never love another
person the way I love you. You brought me back from the abyss. In a
real sense, you gave me another chance at life."
"If there were ever two people who didn't need this crisis in their
lives it was Ryan and Sean. But life doesn't always treat the best
people in the best way."
"Why does all this shit happen to such good people."
"How could such terrible things happen to such loving men. It didn't
seem fair, and it took all my faith to help me accept God's will. Gerry
wasn't as accepting of it all as I was."
"I just can't understand why this fuckin' shit is happening to those
two. Those guys are good people. They want to help those who need it.
They give of themselves. They took those three boys into their hearts
asking nothing in return. How many would do that?"
"It just fuckin' isn't fair."
"Ryan, you are one of the nicest, most loving people I have ever met.
God is good, and my dear friend, He will not let you down."
"Ryan, I don't know why this happened. It's just one of those
things. Something happens. You and Sean have done nothing wrong,
instead you have done some wonderful things. There was no one to adopt
those three boys, but in a heartbeat you and Sean wanted them to give
them a chance at a happy family life. And you're not sinners. Man
can't judge that. Only God can determine who is a sinner. There are
too many folks today who have forgotten that simple fact. Man is not to
judge, that is God's job. I don't think that God is vindictive, Ryan.
I suspect that God has nothing to do with this. We're seeing the
results of coincidence, of accidental happenings. You must not forget
that. Let your love for Sean direct you to him. Your love is strong
enough to keep him with you. Let your love flow out to him, envelope
him."
"You know how it is sometimes when you need to embrace solitude. You
draw strength from silence. Our world is so full of noise that the mind
can be dulled by it."
"Yesterday," she told us, "was past. We had to live in the present."
That assurance, that wisdom of living, helped us in trying to deal with
today and tomorrow, and to remember only what we had learned from the
past.
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I would really appreciate hearing from you, dear readers, letting me know
how you feel about the entire story, and if the ending does credit to the
story. I had written the ending: the confusion about the plane crash,
Sean's consideration of suicide, the accident on the steps of the old
cabin, Ryan's apparent injury (or death), his recovery, and the family
together watching the sunset as Sean and Ryan had done so many times,
before I had written any other part.
Please email me if you wish to know when I post my newest story. Please
give me some time.
For a while there will now be a period of silence. Hopefully, after
sometime away from Sean and Ryan, I will be ready to tell another story.
Let me know what you thought of the ending. It was difficult to write
it, and even more difficult to say goodbye to characters I love. I hope
that in each of your lives you know wonderful people who resemble Ryan
and Sean. Our tired old world needs the kind of love they inspire.
With a big hug and much affection for each of my faithful readers, I am,
Scotty (and a little bit of Ryan and Sean)
You can contact me at niki200sc@yahoo.com.