The Professor and Sean, Part 25
by Scotty
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We all find treasure in the strangest places; it is the wonder of being alive.
Scotty
Thanks to the many individuals who have emailed me to tell me how much 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.
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The Professor and Sean, Part 25
I
We arrived back at the cabin just as the sun was low enough in the western sky to display a multitude of colors, creating one of those sunsets that remains etched in memory to which you compare all other sunsets. We went to the porch facing the lake and sat on the steps watching the sun set rather quickly. It soon fell below the horizon, still projecting hues of orange and pink. It was beautiful.
Sean had his head resting on my shoulder and I had my arm around him holding him tightly. We were silent, letting nature perform for us in this ancient spectacle of light, color and darkness. I sighed deeply, filled with the wonder of the scene with an overwhelming sense of peace and joy. In a real way I didn't want to leave this peaceful place where I had my husband and lover with me. It was a place where we could enjoy these moments of peace for eternity. The reality of it, however, was that we had a lot of life left to live. Living the rest of my life with Sean at my side would make it happy and easy.
"It's almost too beautiful, isn't it, Ry? I mean, don't you feel a little like you are witnessing something that was created to bring joy and peace? I do. It makes me realize how lucky and happy I am that I am yours forever. I love you, Ry, more than I have the power of words to tell you," Sean softly told me.
I raised his head and kissed him on the lips, gently and with intense emotion. Sean sensed it, and did not turn the kiss into anything sexual. "I thought how wonderful it would be if we could just stay here, enjoy nature and each other, raise our children here, and grow old watching sunsets while holding each other. Sean, I know that isn't realistic. We have a lot of life to live. You are young, Baby. I want you to experience so many things in the world that you have not seen or heard," I whispered to him.
"But, Ry, I have you. You have made my world complete. If I don't see Paris or Rome, or visit Texas or California; if I never hear a full-blown opera, or see and hear a symphony orchestra in person; if I never hear a master pianist play Chopin , I will not be less a person because I have you, my husband. Because you love me as you do, Ry, I have nothing else that I really need from the world," he said.
"That's such a wonderful thing to say about me, Baby. But it's important to realize that there is so much out there in the world that will add to you as a person; to us as a couple. As that happens, we will love each other as much, or if it's possible, more than we do now. And all those experiences, before we have children or when we have children, will make us better parents. So, Baby, even though you complete me, and you have filled a void and loneliness in my life that I feared would always be there, we have to expand our experiences so that we can continue to grow as human beings. We have nothing to fear, Sean, because of our love for one another. You know what, Baby? I am getting a little hungry for food, I am starved for you, but that will have to wait. Let's go inside and start working on dinner," I said.
"You have a way of always making me feel better about myself, and what I need to become a better person. Maybe a better way to say it would be to become a more fulfilled person. I understand that. I would love to travel; to do many things that I have never done, but the truth is still this, Lover. If I never did, I would be happy with just you. Come on, let's make dinner," said Sean as he pulled me to my feet and kissed me quickly on the lips.
We went into the cabin and we were surprised at how warm and cozy it was. Sean went to the fireplace, and with the wood all set to light, lit the fire. In a few minutes, he was able to put on a log. Without the lights, the room took on a rosy hue with shadows dancing around casting interesting patterns on everything. I had followed Sean into the living area, and I walked up behind him as he stood watching the fire and put my arms around him. I hugged him to myself. I spoke softly into his ear.
"Sean, please don't misunderstand what I said a minute ago outside. You are perfect as you are. I love you as you are. I just want you to have some of the experiences I have had. It's nothing more than that. If we never do anything other than this, I will love you totally with all of my heart and soul. So, Baby, just think of us, here alone, in love, and ready to really begin our hornymoon. Nothing else is important tonight except that we share our love with each other." Sean turned and looked into my eyes. His eyes were filled with love and his smile melted me into his arms. He kissed me fully and firmly on the lips. He took my breath away.
"You know, Professor, I am going to take you to our bed tonight and show you how much I love you . I will have a difficult time waiting; but I will, because I want you with me in our bed, close together, feeling each other's warmth. I want to make love to you in a long, leisurely fashion that will take your breath away, and that will bring you to a climax so wondrous that it will surpass any of our lovemaking," Sean told me in a husky, sexy voice. I was hard and I pushed my erection against Sean, discovering, as I suspected, that he, too, was stimulated.
"I don't want to wait, Baby. I want you now, as always, but I want to have you make love to me tonight in our marriage bed. I can wait, but that doesn't mean I don't want you right now. Let's get out of this romantic room and into the glare of the kitchen and get some food going," I said with a laugh.
"Professor, your instructions will be followed to the letter," Sean replied.
We made our way to the kitchen, turned on the lights and began the task of preparing dinner. Sean knew his way around the kitchen, so I simply gave him some tasks to do and then forgot about it. He took command of the salad and potatoes. I worked on the vegetables and marinade for the steaks. I pulled the dinner rolls out of the freezer, found some butter, and got the necessary pots and pans that we would need. We were enjoying ourselves, discussing little things about the wedding, laughing at moments we would never forget. When I was least expecting it, Sean would come to me, hug me and give me a kiss. I liked it, so I started to return the hugs and kisses. I tried not to surprise Sean when he was working with the large knife, but I found if I approached him so that he could see me out of the corner of his eye, he would quickly embrace me with restrained passion.
"I feel like we're a family," Sean finally said.
"So do I, Sean. I want to talk to you some more about children and things like that. I have another thought about the children, but I will tell you that when we are in our marriage bed." I told him.
"I want kids soon. Nothing would make me happier than a crying baby who needed his diaper changed. I can do that; I know I can. I want someone you helped create, to love as I love you. Well, not quite the way I love you. But you know what I mean. I told you before, Ry, I have loads of dough, so we can get all the help we need, and if we need a bigger place eventually, then we'll get it. So, tonight, maybe we should start work on making a baby. Yeah, tonight, Ry, I want you to make a baby for me. Okay?" asked Sean.
"You devil, of course I will. But maybe we'll start with your semen, so you had better start making a baby for me," I told Sean as I hugged him closely to me.
"Hey, watch that stuff, I have a sharp knife and if it slipped I might damage my best equipment," he laughed .
Sean's comment caught me off guard and struck me as funny. I laughed very hard and began coughing and choking. Sean's expression of concern caused me to laugh even more. He also started to laugh loudly once he was sure that I was okay. We were hugging each other and laughing. I grabbed his crotch and squeezed. His cock was getting hard.
"Just remember that equipment is mine. Don't damage it or change it in any way. It's perfect. It fits perfectly into all the necessary places I want it," I told Sean between laughs, coughs, and chokes.
"Let's dance!" said Sean. I want to forget my equipment for a moment. I think I need to have some lessons on dancing. For one thing, who's going to lead. Second, what's the difference between a foxtrot and a waltz step. I know the difference musically, but it ends there. Can you do the rumba, Ry? How about the jitterbug, the tango, the polka?"
Laughing, I told Sean that I could do one step, modifyning it to fit the music. Maybe after we finish our gun lessons, we could take dance lessons. I thought if we ever went on a cruise, we could entertain the old folks by dancing all these different dances with a flare. I had put the steaks into the marinade and they would be ready in 15 minutes for the grill. Sean had the salad, a beauty, ready and returned it to the refrigerator to be kept cool. The fine looking Idaho potatoes were scrubbed and ready for the microwave and then the outdoor grill. I had discovered some ears of corn, so together we husked the corn and prepared it for the grill, leaving the last few husks on to protect it from burning.
While looking in the refrigerator, I found some beautiful shrimp, cooked and cleaned; those huge ones, like the ones served in upscale restaurants. There were also some large, cleaned but raw, shrimp, which are usually grilled. Sean was interested in serving the shrimp in two different ways. He wanted to use the cleaned and cooked ones for shrimp cocktails as our appetizer, and the raw ones grilled so that our dinner would be surf and turf. That decided, and most of the preparations for dinner ready, we wandered back into the living room and sat on the sofa facing the fireplace. Sean had put a couple of logs on the fire, so things were warm and cozy. He sat next to me, his legs pulled up to his body. I had my arm around him as his head rested on my shoulder. Neither of us spoke.
"A penny for your thoughts, Lover," I said.
"Just thinking about how lucky I am, how much I love you, how I never believed I could be this happy," he replied quickly.
"Hmm, yeah. Same here. I am lucky, too, and I love you, Sean. I never believed I could be this happy either. Sometimes I almost laugh aloud when I think this began for us at Walgreen's. I am so happy that I had a headache and no Tylenol. Fate, as you told me, had us meet. If not there, someplace else," I said.
Sean snuggled closer to me and wrapped one of his arms around my chest. His eyes were closed and he looked happy. I put my fingers under his chin and raised his face. He smiled at me, and I kissed him on the lips. His other arm went around my neck, and I had him surrounded with both my arms. Our kiss became passionate and deep. It had great meaning for both of us. It wasn't sexual, but rather a demonstration of love. The kiss lasted a long time, neither of us wanting to end the feeling both of us were experiencing. Our kiss ended, but we stayed in each other's arms relishing the moment. I was so happy and so content that I wanted to cry; my emotion was that intense. Sean just sighed, and hugged me harder. I thought to myself, 'This is what love is all about.'
"I don't want to move, Ry, but shouldn't we get back to the dinner. I'll skip eating if you want.
I am so comfortable, so happy. Ry, I know this is how you feel when you are with the person you love. It's an awesome feeling," Sean told me.
"It is that, Sean. I don't want to move either, but perhaps a break from this would help us maintain our equilibrium. Some food would increase our energy and would sustain us tonight in our marriage bed," I said to him as I kissed his forehead lightly.
"Ry, do you think if we live good lives that heaven will be like we feel right now, happy and complete? I think heaven should be like that. I don't buy into angels and clouds and that stuff.
I believe that heaven is sort of a mysterious extension of self. It is almost like a state of mind. What do you think, Hon?"
"I guess I am with you, Baby. Heaven is probably not angels and clouds. It may be more as you envision it. Emerson wrote about the oversoul and our returning to it at death. That is sort of what you are saying, Sean. That heaven is a state of mind, or state of being that we don't understand in the real world. Because it is spiritual, and things of that nature are the most difficult for us to understand, we cannot perceive it. I do believe this -- we will be with those we loved in our life here on earth. Our spirits will join and exist in someway we can't understand. But we will be with those we love. I know that to be true.
If there is such a state of beingas hell, it would be to exist without those we love, to be eternally alone and without love. I can't think of a more horrible hell then that. This conversation is getting too serious. Let's get to fixing dinner," I told Sean as I unwrapped myself from his arms and tried to get up. Sean would not let me go. He pulled me into his arms and kissed me with a kiss so filled with love that I stopped struggling. After the kiss finished, he told me,
"Ry, we need to have these serious talks from time to time. I learn so much from you. Don't stop sharing your knowledge with me. I want to be like you," he said.
"And you, Sean, are wise, so much more in tune with the world than I am. You have a sensibility that I think boarders on the best I have ever seen in another human being. You are like love itself, generous and giving. Don't ever shortchange yourself. I have much to learn from you, too," I said.
"Last one in the kitchen does the dishes," laughed Sean letting me go and racing to the kitchen. I plodded my way there and told him when I arrived, "I will do the dishes and cleanup myself; but alas, Lover, I may be too tired to perform as you wish tonight in our wedding bed. But I know you will understand, the stud that you are," I laughed as I said that. "I have a better idea," Sean said.
"Yeah, what's your wonderful idea?" I asked.
"We can cleanup and do the dishes after breakfast tomorrow morning, maybe at noon when we decide to take a short break from making love. What do you think of that?" he said with an enormous smirk on his face.
"That's a better idea. I may just go along with that. I would enjoy a long warm shower and then some time in the whirlpool. Yes, that sounds inviting. I want to be relaxed and immaculately clean for our lovemaking. Yes, let's do the dishes tomorrow morning, or tomorrow afternoon, or Monday, or maybe Tuesday." We were both laughing as we began to get things out of the fridge. Sean went outside and lit the gas grill. The steaks would be started shortly. The potatoes were in the microwave for their first cooking before being put on the grill. Sean would put the corn on the grill with the steaks so that he could watch them along with the shrimp. While he was doing that I would get the shrimp cocktails ready, set the table, get the salad out, prepare a dressing for the salad, and get the rolls ready to pop into a hot oven.
Sean came in from outside. He stood looking at me for a long time, but said nothing. I began to feel uneasy and I think I even started to blush. Sean smiled that smile at me, and I was a gonna.
He could say or do anything to me and I would enjoy every minute of it. I made up my mind, though, that this time I would not fall prey to his smile. I kept busy, doing things over and over two or three times. He just stood there smiling. How much longer could I take this. I got the steak and shrimp out of the refrigerator and placed them on the counter. Sean just stood there staring at me with those beautiful eyes and that smile. I couldn't hold off any longer, so I did the stupidest thing possible, I started laughing.
"What ever are you laughing at, Ry? I am trying to be serious and quiet and enjoy looking at you and marveling at how handsome and sexy you are, still not believing that you are my husband. I love you."
That was it, I rushed to Sean and took him into my arms and kissed him with almost a brush of lips. He responded by hugging me tighter. "Sean, I love you, too," I finally spoke.
We just stood there holding each other, the warmth of our bodies coming together, giving us a feeling of togetherness, of oneness. I didn't want to move. I didn't want the moment to end. Sean's head was resting on my shoulder, his ear near my mouth, I took a deep breath and whispered to him:
'You, Sean, are the story of my life
And it's very plan to read
It started the day you came
And it will end the day you leave.'
"Oh, Baby, please, please don't ever leave me. I love you so much. I couldn't go on without you, Sean. I couldn't. Sean, I love you, Baby. I love you more than this English professor can put into words. Just feel it from me, Sean. Oh, Baby, I want you so much right this minute. This very second I want to show you how much I love you. Help me, Sean, help me," I begged.
Sean raised his head from my shoulder and kissed me softly, running his tongue across my lips. I groaned and my cock was beginning to rise to the occasion. Then Sean whispered to me:
"We had better put the perishables back in the refrigerator, or we have to get our minds back on dinner and off the wedding bed. I want both. I want you, Hon. I am so horny, Ry. You do that to me. I just have to see you, or touch you, and I am a gonna. What do you want to do?"
I made myself pull away from him. "We had better finish with dinner, Baby, because once we start making love, I don't want anything to interrupt us. Let's get this dinner going and over with."
"Okay, give me the steaks, shrimp and corn. They will be ready in no time. The potatoes should be about ready so that I can put them on the grill, too. Once you do that, come out on the porch, bring a jacket for both of us. We can talk out there while the food is cooking. I have some things I want to discuss with you and they are not things to discuss in bed."
Sean took the steaks and shrimp and went outside. While the potatos were finishing in the microwave, I went to the hall closet and got the jackets. The microwave beeped and I removed the potatoes and put them on a plate. I popped the rolls into the oven and set the timer to turn the oven on in 15 minutes. 'What?' I wondered to myself, 'did Sean have to discuss with me.'
I was soon to find out and to be in awe of the man I loved.
II
When I went out on to the porch, I discovered that Sean had the steaks and shrimp on the grill. I brought the potatoes out with me. He put them on the grill at the same time as the corn. He had moved one of the benches over to the grill so that we could sit together and watch the cooking. Suddenly it struck me. "Sean wait a moment, please."
I dashed into the house and got the two shrimp cocktails out of the fridge. There was plenty of cocktail sauce. I put them a tray, and went to the door. Sean looked at me, smiled, and came to open the slider for me. "Oh, Ry, what a honey. You brought food to the starving boy."
I just kissed him quickly. I set up the table as Sean held the tray of food. He set the shrimp cocktails on the tray table. We sat down next to each other. Sean leaned to me and kissed me gently on the lips. I kissed him in return. He grabbed a shrimp and plunged it into the sauce; then he quickly placed it in his mouth, except for the tail, and expertly removed all of the flesh which he then chewed a few times and swallowed.
"Hmmm, delicious, Hon. But not as delicious as you," said Sean as he smacked his lips. I had eaten a shrimp, too. I took another and dipped into the sauce and fed it to my lover. He pulled the shrimp from the tail shell and took part of it into his mouth. He moved toward me and put his mouth next to mine. I placed my lips around part of the shrimp, our lips met, we kissed and then Sean bit through the shrimp, taking his part and leaving the other part for me.
"Oh, baby, I like eating shrimp like that," said an enthused Sean. He quickly got another shrimp and fed it to me. We kissed again, and I played the same role as Sean. This time we didn't break the kiss. It became a heavy, tongue-filled kiss, which drew us together and brought us to a hightened sexual state. Sean pushed me back onto the bench and was on top of me kissing me and licking my face. I was so hot, so intensely in love with him, that I would have gladly had him make love to me then and there except for the smoke. Sean pulled away from me.
"Shit!" was all he said as he flipped the somewhat blackened steaks and shrimp. "Look what I fucking did, Ry. I spoiled our dinner. I am such a craphead. Such a craphead!"
"It's not spoiled. Many people want blackened steaks. Don't worry. I would gladly give up the steaks and all to have you love me with such passion. Dinner will be fine, but bedtime will be better," I said with a slight laugh.
"Yeah, sorry for letting my hormones get the better of me, Ry. It's just that I couldn't stand it any longer. When I kiss you like that, I want you. Do you understand, I want you in me completely, deeply. I can't help it, Ry. I love you so much that I want to be one with you. Forgive me?" Sean asked.
I just pulled him to me and kissed him deeply. Then I pulled away so that I could look into his eyes. "Sean, you do the same thing to me. I touch you and I am yours. Even your smile does me in. Now let's cool it off a little. I started this with the shrimp. I'm the craphead. Now, didn't you say you wanted to talk to me about something?"
Sean straightened up on the bench. He looked serious and concerned and he didn't say much for a long time. I took his silence to mean he wasn't quite ready to talk about whatever it was that was on his mind. He reached over and took my hand and started to speak.
"It's about the inheritance and some of the things that we want to do with it. We already promised Father O'Rourke that his home for retired priests would receive $50,000. We need to keep some money aside for Aunt Emily's needs. We want to set up that scholarship fund in Mrs. Foster's name. I have a couple of other ideas, too, but I really want to know what you think."
"I think you have done amazingly well. You have been restrained. You didn't go out and buy two or three expensive cars and boats. You didn't immediately schedule a world tour, or fly off to San Francisco or Hawaii. You have been thoughtful. I am proud of you, Sean."
"Ry, that's not exactly what I meant. I want to know what you think I should do with the inheritance. I want to know what you want to do with the money. Please help me," he begged.
I was silent for a long time. Sean looked so confused and hurt and I knew he would not like what I was about to say, but I decided to tell him right now how I felt about it. "Sean, I am very uneasy telling you what to do with your inheritance, your money." I said.
Sean's body tightened and he sat straight up and glared at me. "What the hell do you mean my money? It's our money. Understand, Ry? OUR money. We are married now; what's yours is mine. and what's mine is yours, so cut the shit before I get really pissed. Are you going to help me or what?" he demanded.
I just pulled him to me and kissed him, but he kept his lips tightly closed. 'What a fucking way to start our honeymoon,' I thought to myself. I had really done it, Sean didn't even want to return my kiss. I sat back from him and told him.
"Look, Sean. I love you! Of course I will help you with anything you want. It's still a little frightening to tell you what to do with that much money. I want to be your partner and your husband in everything. Of course, I will help. Sean, you just broke my heart when you didn't return my kiss. I'm so sorry that I hurt you so much that you couldn't forgive me when I tried to tell you with a kiss that everything would be okay with us." I knew tears were running down my cheeks. I turned away, not wanting Sean to see my tears, but it was too late.
"Oh, God, Ry. See, see what I meant; this fucking money is just going to cause us heartbreak. I want to give it all back. I don't want it. I want you. Ryan, Hon, I'm so sorry for being such a
little prick who, because he couldn't get his way, wouldn't play anymore. That's not me, Ry. That's not me. I love you, Hon. I..," and Sean was weeping and having trouble continuing, but he did.
"Ry, if you can't forgive me, I will try to understand. I was just angry with you because it sounded like you didn't want to help me, that you didn't want to accept the money as ours. It is ours; and if you can't accept that, then let's give it all back. If you still love me, and I wonder now if you do..."
I couldn't take anymore of it. "You silly craphead. I didn't stop loving you. I will never stop loving you. Don't you ever wonder if I love you. We were both little crapheads. This was our first argument. Now come here, Baby, let's start to make up. I pulled Sean to me and started to kiss him deeply. He left no question in my mind this time as he kissed me deeply and I felt myself loving him so much, so totally, that I couldn't believe it.
"Ry, I don't ever want to feel the way I felt a few minutes ago. I didn't return your love. I wanted to, so badly, but I was pissed at you. I guess I didn't stop to think how serious what I did was. Thank you for loving me even when I am a miserable little prick," Sean said in a voice that was close to breaking.
"Just a minute, Husband. Whatever else, you are not a miserable little prick. You have a beautiful prick. And it's mine to love. There is nothing little about you, Baby," I said with a laugh.
"Oh sure, stud. Who's got the anaconda hanging between his legs? Not me, folks; no, not me. But the wonderful Ryan Taylor, man about town, stud for years, that's the dude with the mammoth tool. And does he know how to use it. Wow!" Now Sean was laughing.
"Better take the steaks in; they must be done and so are the shrimp, the potatoes and the corn. Let's get all this stuff in and we can eat and talk about what we might like to do with the money.
That will be a nice comfortable time to do it. Is that okay, Sean?"
His answer was to remove the steaks and stuff from the grill and put them on a platter. He also took the tray of shrimp cocktails while I folded up the tray table. I opened the door and we went into the kitchen. I had set up the counter in the kitchen for dinner, but Sean had other ideas.
"Let's eat in the big room in front of the fireplace." He took my hand and pulled me into the room and onto the sofa. We sat looking at the fire. "Now, isn't this warm and romantic? I want to sit here and get hot and romantic. Ry, I want you to get hot and romantic, too. I have devilish plans for later." I pushed Sean back on the sofa and kissed him with loads of tongue and wandering hands. He was moaning and enjoying my onslaught of lovemaking. I pulled away from him and told him to sit still; that I was going to take care of everything for dinner. I started to leave, when he pulled me back onto the sofa and was on top of me, kissing me wildly. I couldn't resist. I was very hard and so was he. I gave in, and he began to really hump me. I could feel his hard cock through his trousers and underwear; mine was hard, too, and the friction was so great that I knew if we didn't stop soon, I would cum. I didn't want to cum; not there. I wanted to cum in the bedroom, on the silk sheets, with Sean deep in me filling me with his youthful cum. But I didn't stop him. When I knew I was going to cum and my moaning was loud and uncontrolled, Sean suddenly stopped. He looked at me and smiled.
"That's just a preview of tonight. I am going to be top man. I am going to make hot, passionate love to you, my sweet Ry. I want you now, but I will wait," Sean told me.
"Hold on, Lover-boy. I want to be top man. I want to make hot, passionate love to you, my tasty Sean. I want you now, and I don't know if I can wait," I told him.
"Get a hold on yourself, or I will give you a Professor Taylor solution to your problem. You remember? A finger flick to your cock-head, will bring you back down. Now my beauty, to the kitchen and get your hot man his dinner." We were both laughing. I started toward the kitchen, but Sean followed me. We stopped in the kitchen long enough to give each other a long, gentle kiss.
In short order, the food was all laid out on the large coffee table in front of the sofa. We filled out plates and sat side by side on the sofa. Our plates were on the coffee table. We started our meal. The shrimp were scumptious. Sean's blackened steak was just right, juicy and pink on the inside. Everything about the meal was exceptional. We kissed between bites of dinner. I decided to break the ice about the inheritance.
"Sean you said you had a couple of ideas about things you wanted to do with the money. What are they?" I asked.
Sean stopped eating, and looked at me with such love.
"I, I, Ry, please don't laugh at me. First, I want to really fix up this place. I want a bigger bath and a bigger master bedroom. I want some more bedrooms and baths. I want a deck facing the lake and a hot tub. I want everything to be perfect. I want this to be our second home, not just a cabin. Tell me I'm not crazy."
"Sean, that's a great idea. I love this place, too. I love it more each hour we spend here. I like the idea of expanding the space. We are going to need more bedrooms, especially when we spend the summer here with the children. And bathrooms. Of course, you can never have too many. I'd like the deck, too. The hot tub, hmmm, it's excellent as a preliminary to serious lovemaking.
Imagine if we had it tonight. Hmmm, we could have fun," I said.
"How many more bedrooms, Ry? We want a minimum of 2 kids, probably 4, so that's at least three others. And if we have folks here, like Rog and Greg, we will need another bedroom and bath, away from the famly quarters, so to speak. We really will have to increase the size of the dining area if there are going to be six of us and then company. Maybe we should have a couple of extra guestrooms. Maybe a guesthouse. It's so exciting to think about," said Sean who was bubbling with excitement.
I sat there smiling at Sean, so happy to see him excited about our future. Suddenly he noticed that I had a shit-eating grin on my face. He stopped talking immediately.
"What's so funny, Ry? Did I make a fool of myself about this place? Am I too foolish?" he asked now with all his youthful exuberance gone. I kissed him gently on the lips and he did respond.
Our dinner was finished. As we collected the dishes and brought them to the kitchen. I was happy and filled with love.
"You just make me so happy, Sean. Your happiness about the future is good for me. I want all those things and maybe more. If we have kids, maybe a powerboat so we can teach them water skiing. A couple of canoes. A bigger, deeper artesian well so we will have loads of water, another water heater so the kids will never have to take a cold shower unless they want to, a redo of the septic system to be sure that it is adequate for us and the kids and company. You are so tempting, Sean, that we might end up having 8 or 10 kids. Can you manage that?" I said to a now smiling Sean.
"With you by my side, Ry, I would be happy with a dozen kids, especially making them each time. There's that old saying, I think I have it right, that things are cheaper by the dozen. So, Hon, thank you for going along with me about the cabin and what we are thinking about. I think we should get an architect to do plans for us, who might be able to suggest some builders we could interview. I am excited about it, Ry. Thanks for being on my side in this. The cabin means a great deal to me. In fact, if truth be known, and I could have my way, we would stay here as long as we could. But I know you want to go to Maine. That's okay with me, too. Loving someone is sharing and compromise. I am ready for that. So to Maine we go tomorrow," Sean confessed to me.
We had made our way back to the living area. Sean tossed another log on the fire. We moved the large coffee table to the side so that we could have an unobstructed view of the fire.
"I love this place, too, Baby. It's magic in many ways. It allows us to be alone with each other and our thoughts. I like that. I like it a lot. Don't worry about Maine just yet. Now what else do you think you want to do with the money?" I asked.
"Well, I certainly won't take anymore scholarship money. That should go to some other needy kid. I know what it meant to me. Without it I wouldn't have been at State and I wouldn't have fallen in love with you, Ry. So, one idea I have is to set up a scholarship fund named after us, something like the Taylor-Kelly Scholarship Fund. It should be for needy, good kids. I think I would want to start it with $100,000. What do you think of that?" asked Sean.
"Sean, that is such a wonderful idea. I am so proud of you. There's just one little problem. It definitely should be named The Kelly-Taylor Scholarship Fund. I won't hear of it being called anything else. Your name comes first, absolutely," I said firmly.
That got a huge smile and a great kiss from Sean. I didn't let him pull away from me. I was hungry for him. I needed him, wanted him. I chewed on his ear and neck and he squirmed in my arms. "My god, Ry, if you don't stop, I'll, I'll..." But I covered his mouth with a great kiss and he stopped talking and returned my kiss. We had rolled from the sofa onto the floor. I began taking Sean's shirt off; he quickly got after my clothing. In moments we were naked and in each other's arms, finally fulfilling our desires of a whole day. Our kissing was wild and unchecked. I wanted Sean inside of me, and I knew he wanted me in the same way. I would take Sean first; I wouldn't be able to be gentle and soft. I was too excited by his body, his cock, his beautiful tight ass, the whole of him. I was on top of him now, and he decided, I guess, that he would let it be that way. I was top man, at least for the moment.
I got to my feet, pulled him up and took him into my arms, carrying him to our bedroom. Together we switched off all the lights. I put Sean down on the bed and knelt between his legs. I didn't do any foreplay, I took his hard cock into my mouth and with little effort had him in my throat. I held him there until I couldn't breathe, pulling back so that I could work on his cock's head. I could feel him trembling as I grasped his balls in my hand and worked them. I pulled his scrotum and stretched it out at the same time taking him deep into my throat again. All Sean had to say was "Ooooooo, hmmmmmmmmmm." I pulled him to his feet and pulled back the bed covers revealing the silk sheets. I picked him up, turned him around and held him with his head down. Standing, I could easily eat his ass this way; so I did, licking, sucking, tonguing. I felt him move his body a little and then I felt his warm mouth engulfing my hard precum-dripping cock. We continued pleasuring each other, but I wanted more, so I placed Sean on the bed and climbed on top of him.
He welcomed me into his arms and we were kissing fiercely sharing tongues, licking each other's face, chewing on our lover's ears, our hand holding each other's cocks. We stroked slowly, still kissing wildly. This wasn't gentle sex, this was unbridled lust. Finally I took Sean's hands and brought them above his head. I held them there and looked into his eyes. His eyes showed lust and sexual energy. I was about to speak, when he interrupted me.
"Make love to me, Ry. I need you to let me know that I am your one and only. I need you in me. Take me as your husband."
"I am going to fuck you so long, so hard, so deep; that your asshole will be able to take a light pole, Baby. Your asshole will be purple and you won't be able to sit for a month. I can do it, Sean. I am going to give you the wildest fuck you've ever had. I'm in the mood to really fuck you hard, Baby. I want you so much I can't stand it any longer. I have to have you, Baby. I want your ass. I want all of you," I told Sean.
I pushed on Sean's legs and he quickly pulled them to his chest. My face was in his hot ass instantly and I was licking and sucking his crack, especially his hot little rosebud. I licked around the opening and Sean was going crazy. I started to fuck his hole with my tongue pushing as much of my tongue as I could into his hot hole. I needed to fuck him now. I got into position and pushed hard and fast and plowed deep into his gorgeous butt.
"Ry, be careful, it hurts, Hon. Please, God Ry, what's the matter with you?" cried Sean.
A kind of anger overtook me. I ignored Sean's pleading. I pounded Sean's ass with fury; he wasn't meeting my downstroke. I only heard what I wanted to hear of Sean's cries. I wanted to fuck him hard, to make him understand that I could be all man, hard and ungiving, not just a tender and caring lover. I wanted him to know the difference between this lust and sex and making love. I never wanted to do this to Sean again. Never. We were reaching the peak of our sexual stimulation and I wanted to fill him with my hot cum. I took two or three move brutal poundings of his hole, but he didn't start to shoot as I did. Thank goodness it was over. I lay there on my beautiful Sean sweating like a pig. I hated it all. I had tears running down my face, telling Sean, if he looked at me, that something was wrong.
"Sean, I hated that. I never want to attack you like that again. I want to love you, baby. I don't want to ..."
"Ry, I hated it, too. You really hurt me, Ry. That's so unlike you. I don't want you to ever make love... No, no, Ry, that wasn't love, that was rape. I hated it. I want you to make love to me. I never want that kind of sexual experience with you again. Let's just make love to each other," Sean whispered to me as he cried softly.
"Baby. I only want to make love to you. " I said between soft sobs.
Sean kissed the tears from my face and whispered gently to me, "Ry, I love you. I'm sorry you were so rough. I could never love the man who just fucked me. I want the old Ry back, the man I love, Hon. We may get lust-filled at times, but there should always be something gentle and I should always feel that you love me. I didn't feel loved just now. I guessed I felt used. It hurt me a lot, Ry. I am so glad you didn't like it. Let's always make love when we are together. We can get sex when you want it. There are enough guys who want us to call them and invite them to our bed; we can have that kind of experience, too. But I will never allow this to happen again to us. I love you too much, Ry."
I couldn't speak, I just started to kiss my Sean gently and with all the love I could demonstrate.
How I loved him! I was ashamed of myself for what I had done to him. I needed to tell him, to reassure him that I would never let it happen again.
"Sean, Baby, I am so ashamed I want to disappear. I am sorry, Baby. I let myself be led astray by my cock and balls. I wanted to make love to you, Sean. I wanted it to be something very special, something we could remember in our later years and smile about and share a kiss about. What I just did to you doesn't fit into that category. Sean, I raped you..and...I...." I couldn't go on, as I was too choked up, too filled with remorse to say anymore.
Our wedding bed had been misused. It should have been a place of intense love. Instead, I had made it into a bed of rape. I had defiled our marriage bed. I had used my lover, my husband. I was a wreck. I didn't know what to do. Sean was stroking my chest slowly and gently. The silence became unbearable. I finally burst into quiet sobs that shook my entire body and soul. Sean hugged me to him, and I cried; my head rested on his chest. I knew in a short time, even though I was emotionally tormented, that Sean was upset and quietly weeping, too.
I pulled myself away from Sean and got out of bed. I ran to the living room area where I fell on the sofa, crying and cursing myself for my stupidity. I lay there for what seemed like hours. Sean did not come to me.
I was once again alone.
(to be continued)
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