The Professor and Sean

The Professor and Sean, Part 28

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 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 Bill and Wayne These two wonderful guys are my beta readers and editors. I thank them here publicly. As Sean would say, "They are awesome!"

The Professor and Sean - Part 28

I

When we reached our bed, we fell on it together, hugging each other, and kissing gently. Our joy was intense; we really didn't understand at that moment how extraordinary this feeling was. We were to discover that we were different from many of our friends. Nothing had happened to dampen our sexual desire for one another, but something else had happened that made our lovemaking take a turn to a more complete and gentle form. We were now patient; we could wait. Now it was important to please our lover, to make him the center of our efforts, even putting our own pleasure behind his feeling of complete fulfillment.

I was learning much from my Sean. He was mature and happy. He always seemed to understand what I wanted without my telling him. His sense of providing for his lover when he was making love to me, made me marvel at his ability to understand so much. I came to the conclusion that his soul was a happy and joy-filled place. His desire was to make me happy, to fulfill my needs, emotionally and sexually. I had never had to tell him; he simply knew.

For my part, I learned to read Sean's body, to understand what he desired, and to wait my turn, or to take the lead, depending on the situation. Together we were learning that our lovemaking was a private almost holy thing, that it did not depend on the intervention of other people. Our previous dallying with other individuals now seemed frivolous and unnecessary; it had in its moment in time, provided us with pleasure and sexual fulfillment.

We now knew that we did not need that. We were a couple; our lovemaking would provide us with all our sexual needs. In long conversations that night, Sean and I had decided to exclude others from our bed. We were realistic, however, and knew that situations would happen when we would enjoy sexual experiences with others. We kept to our earlier promise, though, that we would only get involved with other men if we were together.

Previous to our falling in love, neither of us had any desire to 'try' other guys. I had never been one who had cruised for cock. Sean had never done more than sneak peeks at cocks in the shower room, and jerk off as he visited gay internet sites. Our experiences over the last few months were something that neither of us could explain. Of course, Sean told me it was because I was so handsome and sexy that guys came on to us. I insisted that it was because he was so hot and sexy that every gay guy at State wanted to have him. He would laugh and tell me, that with both of us together, sexy, handsome, hot, whatever, it was not difficult to explain why so many hot guys had wanted sex with us.

We hoped now to use that talent only when we wanted raw sex and not love. We understood that we could be in danger of hurting our marriage if either of us became infatuated with some guy. We reasoned that if we were together, we could guard against that eventuality. Our resolve was strong. We knew that in the very near future we would have to deal with Dan Hazelton. How we would respond to this stituation was still a mystery to us. We decided that we would let things run their course. We knew what Dan wanted; the test would be whether we wanted the same thing at the same time. Once we had jumped that hurtle, we would be better able to understand how we would deal with some others who had indicated interest in us. For now, the only interest either of us had was in the other. No one else mattered to us. As a couple we promised to be committed to each other. Sean said with his famous giggle that if we wanted some sex outside our own bed, we might want to think of it in the same way that others might go golfing. Nothing more than an outing and some exercise. I laughed until I needed to use the toilet. My Sean, how I loved him.

Before we knew it, the time had come for us to return to State and begin our new life together. We were both excited and a little apprehensive. We wondered if we would be perceived differently, if we would be excluded from certain circles. Sean told me that if any group of people didn't want us in their circle, it would be their loss.

"Anyway," he said, "there are many other groups who would love to include us. And who cares! Look at the wonderful friends we already have. They more than make up for those other shitheads.

People who act like that, excluding others for simplistic reasons, are all suffering from brain farts. Eventually they will see the light." Again Sean hit the proverbial nail on the head.

Our last night at the cabin had been quiet and romantic. Sean and I watched another sunset from the porch, luxuriating in the wonderful colors and in the peacefulness of the place. The show nature put on for us that night was extraordinary. It seemed the colors were more radiant, more explosive. The hues and variation in pinks and reds along with the purples and the orange, all choreographed as only nature can, filled both of us with a sense of destiny, a feeling that life would be kind to us, would reward us in some fashion for our complete love for each other. We hugged a lot and kissed frequently as the sun slowly sank to the horizon, telling us it seemed, to live our lives fully, to enjoy what was around us, and to care for each other as much twenty years from now as we did on this romantic evening. When at last there was only the dim remains of the glorious show did we go back into the cabin to prepare dinner.

As I gathered the ingredients for dinner, Sean lit a fire in the fireplace. We had decided to eat dinner in the living area as we had done on our first night in the cabin. Sean found candles and lighted them. The room was aglow in firelight and candlelight. Sean had shut off all the other lights and I knew as soon as dinner was prepared and brought into the living room, that all the other lights in the cabin would be turned off. It was obvious to me that my handsome Sean was in a romantic mood and so was I. This night should be as perfect as we could make it. When we returned, our busy schedules with demands on our time, would make it impossible to enjoy many nights like this one. We would be able to enjoy ourselves in this leisurely romanitc way only on the weekends, and that would not always be possible.

Out menu would be simple. Chicken marsala, rice pilaf, and sauted zuchinni and summer squash. There would be rolls, and ice cream for dessert . It would seem like a ten-course banquet to us because we were here together, enjoying the food and each other's company. Sean kept hugging me and kissing my neck. It made preparation difficult, but I didn't want him to stop. Once or twice, I kissed him on the lips, but I had to take care not to stimulate him too much. If I did, we would be off to the bedroom without dinner. I wanted both, so I was careful in kissing my lover and partner. When everything was ready, Sean helped me carry the plates into the living area. We poured ourselves some milk and water, and brought the warmed rolls and butter into the room. We sat on the floor, using the coffee table as our dinner table. We sat close to one another, our thighs rubbing against each other. Sean started feeding me bites of his dinner and I found it sexy. I started to feed him also, and suddenly, we were kissing passionately. We had dropped our forks on the floor and were lying on the floor, our bodies wrapped around each other.

"Sean, baby, we have to stop this for a minute and finish our dinner. Please! God, Sean, you make me so hot. Please." I begged.

Sean stopped kissing me for a moment, just long enough to tell me, "I want to eat you, Ry. Dinner can wait. Let's make love, please," he pleaded. I could feel the hardness of his cock as he rubbed it against my already swollen penis. What was I to do? I wanted to make love as much as he did, but I wanted to finish dinner, cleanup, and then make love for the rest of the night. Yet, I didn't want to hurt Sean as it was evident that he wanted to make love immediately. I struggled with how to handle the situation when it suddenly dawned on me that it didn't matter. We could make love now, and whenever we wished. Dinner could wait.

"Ok, Sean, if you really want to, let's forget dinner and make love. Right here if you want or the bedroom, or wherever you desire. We can give up dinner if making love can't wait," I told him.

"No, it's okay, Ry. Let's finish dinner. That's the sane thing to do; I know it is. It's just sometimes when you kiss me, I just lose it all and want to make love immediately. I love you so much, Hon, that I can't get enough of you. But let's be sane, dinner first, lovemaking second. Not so much fun, but much more mature and controlled," said Sean with a giggle.

"Baby, maybe we shouldn't be mature and controlled, maybe we should be young, filled with desire, and throw control to the winds. You know, Sean, I want to make love to you very much right now, too. Let's make this a quick dinner. We can have dessert later. I want you for my dessert anyway. Let's be foolish and happy," I said.

"Ry, we should take our time eating dinner. You worked so hard on the preparation. It wouldn't be right not to enjoy every bite of it. But I agree about dessert. Give me a sexy kiss to hold me over, Ry. I can wait," he told me.

I kissed Sean slowly and with gentleness. I felt my sexual urges building. I knew if I continued to kiss Sean with such urgency, that all would be lost about finishing dinner. I broke away from my kiss with him, found my fork and slowly put a piece of chiken into Sean's beautiful mouth. He closed his mouth, smiled, chewed, and swallowed.

"You have to try that. Boy, is that sexy. Here kiss me again." I kissed Sean again. When we broke, he slowly put a piece of chicken into my mouth, and I discovered how sensual that was, how stimuating it was.

"Hmmm, Baby, that is so hot. I would never have imagined that something as simple could be so powerful," I said as I kissed him again. This time his arms were around me and we were again in a passionate embrace, all thoughts of finishing dinner gone, our desire so overwhelming that hunger disappeared. We had rolled away from the coffee table and were nearer the fire. It was warm and we we hotter. Sean was on top of me, and he had begun to remove my shirt. I worked getting his shirt off and then our naked chests were together, each feeling the warmth and strength of the other. Our kissing was intense. I kicked off my sneakers and he did the same,

Somehow we were both out of our trousers and underwear. I licked my way down Sean's body to his feet and with my teeth I pulled both of his socks off so that he was now completely naked. I pulled my socks off as I started to make my way back up to his crotch.

"Come here, Hon. I want you to kiss me. I want to kiss you," he said. I moved back up and was soon kissing him passionately, my tongue probing his mouth. He was groaning in pleasure, and I was getting very excited. Sean rolled me on to my back and began to kiss and to lick my body, quickly moving to my crotch where he licked my balls and then took my throbbing cock into his warm moist mouth. He played with my cockhead with his tongue, giving me intense pleasure. I had grabbed his head and was running my fingers through his curly hair. I wanted him, too.

"Sean, please get in the 69 position, I want you, too," I told him.

He moved into 69 position and soon we were enjoying sucking each other's cocks. Sean had become a masterful cocksucker, usually putting me to shame. I left his cock and pulled his beautiful ass toward my face. I licked his crack and found his hot hole and used my tongue to work around and then into his anus. He was groaning with pleasure and contnued to suck my cock while he played with my balls and then he shoved a finger deep into my hole. I wanted him in me.

"Baby, fuck me. I want you in me. Please," I asked him.

Sean let my cock out of his mouth, looked at me, and said, "Ry, I want you in me, too. How can we do this? he asked.

I laughed a little and smiled at him. "You're younger so you get your pleasure first - whatever you want, I want. Just tell me," I told him. Sean rolled me on to my back. He sat on my face and I started to eat his beautiful ass as he leaned forward and continued to suck my cock. A great deal of precum was coming out of my cock and into his mouth. Sean was moaning and sucking me with great aplomb; suddenly he moved away from my face, turned and faced me. He grabbed my hard cock and with one steady, amazing motion sat on my cock and took all of me into his love tunnel. I almost swooned.

"Ry, I love your cock in me. I am going to ride it for a while, then I want you to ride me for a bit. You are so fuckin handsome, so sexy. I am so lucky to have found you, to have fallen in love with you, to have chosen you to spend my life with. I love you, Hon. I love you with all my heart," he said as he began to ride my cock. He was slow and patient as he raised himself up and then slowly let himself down on my steel-hard penis. I was playing with his balls and strokin his beautiful cock. I tried to lean forward and take his cock into my mouth, but I couldn't do it. After a fairly long time, Sean pulled off from my cock and sat on my chest and fed me his wonderful cock. I swallowed him, taking him deep into my throat. I loved his cock. I loved the taste of him. I could feel his cock harden in my mouth, and I wanted him to be in me, making me whole, making me his. I gently pushed him away and on to his back. Without any preparation, I held his hard cock and sat slowly down on it, taking all of it up my hot ass. I loved having his cock deep in me. I began to ride him up and down, leaning in frequently to kiss him deeply. He was playing with my cock and balls, smiling at me, and telling me he loved me.

I didn't feel that either of us should have the advantage of filling the other with our cum, so I rolled off Sean and lay beside him on the floor. I reached for his hard cock and began to stroke it; he took mine into his hand, and without speaking a word we both knew where we were headed. >From a slow, gentle strokining, we quickly moved to a rapid jerking, and as we kissed each other deeply, we began to cum. We shot our semen all over each other and the floor. Almost immediately after we stopped cumming, Sean was atop me, kissing me with such ardor that it took my breath away. He then moved away a little and began to lick our cum from my chest and abs. I tousled him hair, and told him, "Hey, Lover, save some for me."

He laughed and lay on his back next to me. I quickly began to lick up all the cum from his body, relishing every small puddle, every white string. When I finished lapping up the cum, I kissed him gently.

He stirred a little, smiled at me, and told me, "That was awesome, Hon. Just Awesome!" We lay there next to each other, luxuriating in our lovemaking. I rolled onto my side and held up my head on my hand so that I could look at Sean. He smiled at me, and I leaned in and kissed his soft lips. He pulled me to him and we were lost again in a deep, passionate kiss. I wanted him again, and when he rolled on top of me, I realized that he wanted me again. I wanted to make love in our wedding bed, so I pulled slightly away from Sean.

"What's the matter, Hon?" he asked.

"Oh, nothing. I want you so much right now I can hardly contain myself. Baby, I want to make love in our bed. I want to make love to you all night; we can sleep when we get home. Well, maybe we won't sleep that much then either. Let''s clean up this room, heat up the food, have dessert, do the dishes, and go to bed for the night. Doesn't that sound reasonable? I want to do what you want, my sexy lover," I told Sean.

"Hmmm, yeah, I think that's reasonable. We just forgot about reasonable, didn' we? It's time to get this meal over and get dessert and clean up. Then, my sweetie, you are mine for the whole night. There will be no sleep, no, my sweetie, there will only be lovemaking. Hour after hour of lovemaking with you, Hon. What more could I ask for?" he told me in his terrible villain-like voice.

He rolled off of me, and we both got up. Naked as jailbirds, we started to bring dishes and food into the kitchen. I had barely gotten to the counter, when Sean appeared behind me with a couple of plates, and suddenly he was rubbing his great cock up and down my ass crack. I turned my head slightly and kissed him, taking his tongue into my mouth and sucking on it. Sean was on his knees, bending me over the counter; his face was in my ass, his tongue licking up and down my crack. I reached behind me and spread my ass cheeks to give him better entrance to my winking hole. His tongue found its way into my hole and I was sighing with delight. I knew what was coming and I wanted it, so I didn't change position. I felt him rub his precum dripping cock againist my hole and push into me. My ass took him in easily; I was relaxed and waiting to be fucked, so there was no difficulty. He immdiately began to thrust in and out of my ass. It felt so good. I wanted him to stay in me forever. His cock was where it belonged, in me, filling me, making me his. He was kissing my neck and my back, and his hands were around me playing with my balls and cock. I was really hot so it didn't take any time at all before I had to tell him I was ready to cum. His only response was to pound my man cunt harder and deeper, probing my prostate and sending thrill after thrill through my balls and cock.

With a scream I started to shoot, hitting the countertop and my chest. I felt his cock expand and throb and I felt his warm manjuice fill my wanting hole. He fell on me, kissing my neck passionately. "I'm sorry, Ry. I didn't mean to do this right now. It's just that you are so sexy. And you're naked, and your ass is so tempting and so inviting, I just had to have you. We promised to wait for our wedding bed. I have been a craphead again. Sorry, Hon," he said. I turned to face him, took him into my arms and kissed him deeply.

"Do you think for a moment that I didn't want that? Did Itry to stop you? Baby, I wanted you to fuck me. I wanted you in me. You are no a craphead; you are a masterfu lover. If you could get it up again right now, I would bend over for you again. When you fuck me like you did just now, I love every moment of it. I know that we are one. I love it," I told him as I kissed him again.

He turned and started to rub his beautiful ass up and down on my hard cock. He turned around and smiled at me. "Turn around is fair play," he said as he reached for my cock and squeezed it. He leaned over the counter as I had and spread his ass cheeks. I was on my knees instantly licking and tonguing his beautiful crack. I wanted to eat him for hours, but my cock had a mind of its own. After wetting him with my hot saliva, I placed my precum-covered cock head at the entrance to his love chamber, and pushed into him. There was no resistance. He wanted me to fuck him. I reached around him and was not surprised to find him hard again. I played with his balls and cock as I fucked him slowly and deeply. My cock kept hitting his prostate, bringing him pleasure. I couldn't last long, and with a shout, I started to fill my lover's hot ass with spurt after spurt of my manjuice. He didn't come again, and I didn't try to make him. I wanted some of his energy and sexual power for later.

"Sean, that was so hot. I love fucking you in the kitchen. It's getting to be our playroom. Love you, Baby," I said as my cock, which had softened, slipped out of his hot hole.

II

"Ry, I think we have used up some engery. Time for us to finish our meal. Let's get busy with that, okay?" he asked.

With a quick peck on his cheek, I began getting things ready to reheat in the microwave. He hovered near me, touching me, kissing me quickly on the neck, on the back. He would put his arms around me and pull me back into him where I could feel his naked body and his cock which as always was hard. I kept at what I was doing because I knew that if I stopped, one of us would again have a cock deep in his ass. I wanted that for later.

The microwave rang. Sean backed away, but not without giving me a wonderful smile. I smiled back at him. "Sorry, again," he said.

"You don't have to be sorry, Baby. It's really a compliment that you want me so much and so often. It makes me feel wonderful, loved, complete. It's the same for me, except I don't recover as quickly as you do," I told him.

"That's bullshit, stud. You recover as soon as I do or faster. You, my lover, are a hot stud. Hmmm, yeah, a hot, desirable stud. And if we don't get some clothes on, I will be humping you again. I'll get our clothes from the living area," he said as he left the kitchen. I looked after him and admired his beautiful ass. My cock jumped in appreciation. Sean returned momentarily with our shirts and pants. We both silently slipped into them.

"Is that better?" I asked.

"It helps get my mind back on dinner, but not entirely. I still have a strong desire to fuck you again, Hon. I regret that I am such a sexhound," he said as he grabbed his plate of reheated dinner. We sat next to me at the counter, smiling. It was more a grin than a smile, but it was getting to me in its usual way. My God, I just couldn't resist him.

I put my arm around him as I put a forkful of food into my mouth. He leaned against me, putting his head on my shoulder. I kissed him lightly on the top of his head. I felt his hand on my thigh; I didn't want him to move it. I dropped all pretense, turned and took him into my arms and kissed him deeply. He responded by opening his mouth and sucking my tongue into his mouth. My cock was screaming to be released from my tight jeans. I couldn't make myself let go of him. It thought that if I let go of him that I might never know the wonderful feeling of holding him, of kissing him. I could feel my emotions growing stronger and tears were building. A couple of tears ran down my face. They ran between our faces. Sean felt them immediately.

"Ryan, what's the matter? Why are you crying, Love? Tell me, please," he said.

"There's nothing wrong, Baby. It's just...well, it's just that I sometimes don't want to let you go, to stop holding you, to stop kissing you because I don't want that wonderful feeling to stop, to go away. When you are in my arms, like this, my world is complete. I know happiness and joy that I never imagined. You are so wonderful, so loving, so totally mine. I can't explain it any better than that," I told him as I struggled to keep my emtions in check.

"I understand. I feel so loved, so protected, so wanted when you hold and kiss me. I tingle from my head to my toes. I love the warmth of your body against mine. Your touch excites me, fills me with intense feeling of happiness. I don't want to let you go, either, not ever. I've told you many times, Ryan, I don't know what I would do without you. You are what makes me who I have become. You are what completes me, makes me desire to go on, to become as much like you as I can.

So, it's no different for me, Hon. I am happiest when I am in your arms, close to you, kissing you." he hoarsely whispered to me. I hugged him tightly to me, and kissed him again for good measure. He sighed as did I. Our contentment was full!

We laughed as we again reheated the dinner. I decided to sit on the opposite side of the counter.

Sitting too close to Sean I knew would cause another interruption of our dinner. The food wasn't too bad, even if it had been reheated two times. The chicken was getting a little tough, you know, the way microwaving can make it. We had calmed down some and our conversation turned to the trip home.

"What time do you think we should leave tomorrow?" I asked Sean.

"I don't want to leave until the very last minute. I want to be here with you for as long as we can stretch it out. How long will it take us to get home? I hate the idea of not being able to be in the same car. I want to be with you, Hon. Can't we arrange something? We can leave the Celica here, and Dan can make arrangements to get it to State," he said with a whine.

"I'll take care of it. Don't worry, Baby. I want to drive home with you, too. It's a long ride, and frankly, I don't want to be away from you for a long time, especially not now on our hornymoon. We'll have enough separation when we get back to classes, and I can't keep sneaking you into the faculty toilet, either. If I get too horny, I don't know what would happen. Just relax; I'll fix it," I told him.

"That's another thing about you that I love, Ry. You always know hot to make things right. You are a smarty-pants professor and I love you very much," he laughingly added.I burst out laughing and grabbed Sean across the counter. I pulled him to me and kissed him hard on the lips.

"Look, craphead, this smarty-pants professor will whip your ass if you call him that too often," I said in my most sinister voice. Sean was almost falling off the stool at the counter as he was overtaken with laughter. I was laughing, too.

"Since my ass is yours, professor, you may do as you wish with it. Just remember that I have the same privileges with that beautiful ass of yours. So take care. You might get the same in return," he told me amid laughs and coughs. I just smiled at him, loving him more each moment I was with him.

"Sean, now don't think I am a little crazy, but now that dinner is finished, and after we do the dishes, there is something I really want to do. The moon is bright and there's lots of light outside. I want to go down to the lake, to the warf. I want to go there to say goodbye to this place. I love it here."

Sean fell uncharacteristically quiet. He looked solemn. He reached over and took my hand. He raised it to his lips and kissed it gently. Chills ran through my body. He looked into my eyes, then he smiled and the solemnness of the previous moment was gone.

"Ryan, what a great idea. You do love this place, don't you? I think you love it as much as I do, maybe even more. That makes me very happy. We'll have to dress warm. It's cold out there, cold as a witch's twart. Sorry that's a vulgar teen-age boy remark. I know better. And we'll need to take a light of some kind with us. But I really want to do it. I want to say goodbye, too," he said as he kissed my hand again, smiled at me, and took his plate to the sink and began the process of cleaning up.

"You're right, Baby, I love this place as much as you do. I feel like I have known this place all of my life. I am happy here, Sean," I told him. I decided to bring dishes to the sink for Sean. I knew that if I stayed near him, that I would soon be after him. I wanted that for later. I wanted him for later. I thought, 'It is unfortunate that so few know the kind of love that we two have for each other. How happy we have been these last few days. What did the future and fate hold in store for us? That was the mystery of life.' Sean busied himself with the cleanup, not speaking very much. Then he turned from the sink, looked at me with those beautiful, sparkling eyes and that wonderful smile and said to me,

"You feel the love in this place, too, don't you? I haven't wanted to talk to you about that because I didn't want you to think that I was some sort of psychic nut. But this place is full of love; I feel it all the time. It flows around me and makes me content and happy. Do you know what I am talking about, or have you decided that I need to see one of the psychiatrists at State?" he asked.

"I know just what you are talking about. There is a love here; I think it's a residue of happy times in the past. It doesn't want to leave. I don't think that it ever will as long as you are here, Sean. I think we feel your parents love here, still potent, still embracing. It is the really important legacy from your Mother and Father. It is more valuable than the money. This cabin is a special place. I know that. It has captured my heart, too. I love you, Sean. I love you so much and this place, this santuary of love, makes it more real and more intense," I whispered to him.

The crash of the plate as it hit the floor brought me back to the moment. Sean just stood there, caught somewhere between reality and spirit. He ran to me and threw himself into my arms and cried without control. His sobbing was heart wrenching; I made no effort to stop it. He tried to tell me something, but he wasn't able to talk. I patted him and told him that everything would be fine. I told him I loved him, that I was here for him, to hold him, to protect him. It didn't help; the terrible body-wracking sobbing continued. I fell silent and let my patting of his body and my gentle kissing tell its own story. Eventually, his sobbing stopped. He looked a wreck. His hair was mussed, his eyes were red and swollen, his nose was running. I took care of the nose first, handing him a tissue. He blew like an elephant honking and then laughed a little.

"Are you okay, Baby?" was all that I dared ask.

"I'll be okay. Give me a minute. The strangest thing just happened to me. All of a sudden I knew they were here. I knew my Mother and Father were here, still loving me. I could feel their presence. They love us both; I am sure of that, Ryan. It was almost as if they were patting my body with you, trying to calm me, trying to let me know that they still loved me, trying to tell me to carry on, to live my life. It was so powerful, Ry. I am still trembling. Hold me, please.

I need you close to me at this moment," he said quietly.

I drew him to me and held him tightly to myself. I could feel his trembling. Tears still were falling from his eyes, wetting his cheeks. He kept biting his lip trying not to break down again.

Truthfully, I also felt that presence, perhaps not as intensely as Sean had, but I knew that a message had been sent to us. I believed deeply that Sean had heard it correctly. It was to carry on, to live our lives, to love each other. The hair on the back of my neck stood up a little as I recalled this remarkable incident. Sean stayed close in my arms. We were both quiet. His trembling subsided. He raised his head and looked at me. How pitiful he looked! I kissed his soft, inviting lips. We would not soon forget this singular moment in our lives.

Sean began to relax; I kept kissing him gently, trying in my own way, to help him come to grips with what had happened. It would be difficult for me to explain it in moe detail than I already had. The reality was that I didn't understand exactly what had happened. I did know that something strange had occurred, but I had little ability to explain it. Sean kept hugging me to him, and I kept kissing him occasionally, trying as usual to let him know I loved him. His emotions were now in check, and I waited to see if he wanted to talk. Eventually, he let me go, and looked into my eyes.

"I think they let us know they loved us tonight because they knew that you loved this place as much as I did. It happened after you wanted to go down to the lake to say goodbye. That's when you told me how much you loved this place. I still want to go to the lake. Do you still want to go to the lake?" he asked.

"Yes, now more than ever. I think it is very important that we go down to say goodbye. The moon is so beautiful, and it must make the lake glitter like diamonds. Yeah, we really should go down to the lake," I told Sean as I pulled him to me and hugged him. We kissed each other warmly, but there was no sexual energy; it was not without passion, it was a seal to our love.

I needed to clean up the broken plate and when I look down at the floor, I saw the blood. "Sean, you've cut your feet. My God, baby, here let me pick you up," I told him as I took him into my arms and lifted him and placed him on a stool.

Sean, your feet; they must be cut badly. Look at the blood on the floor. Do they hurt, baby? My God, Sean. Sit still, I need to get some things out of the medicine chest in the bathroom. I will be right back." I told him as calmly as I could. I raced to the bathroom and grabbed some hydogen proxide, some cotton swabs, some bandages, and other things. I hurried back to Sean who sat on the stool his feet still dripping some blood.

Baby, I have to clean them and you may have some shards of glass still embedded in your flesh. My God, Baby. Why didn't you tell me. Your feet must be painful. My God, Sean." I told him.

Sean looked at me with a questioning look on his face. "My feet don't hurt, Ry. There's nothing the matter with them; there are just a few scratches. I'm okay. Let's get ready to go to the lake," he calmly told me.

I didn't want to argue with Sean, but I knew his feet needed attention. I lifted his left foot and looked at the sole of his foot. There were two or three cuts that appeared to be superficial.

I took the hyrogen proxide and soaked some cotton with it. I gently touched the cuts. I heard Sean whimper, but he didn't cry out. It probably burned like hell. I kept cleaning the cuts until I felt they were clean. Not able to stop myself, I kissed his hurt foot. My lips gently moving from cut to cut.

"Ry, that feels so wonderful. Your kissing makes my foot feel so good. Thanks." he told me.

I took the tube of Neosporin and applied a thick layer on each of the cuts. Then I wrapped his foot in bandage and held in place with tape. I went to his right foot, and found the same kinds of damage. I cleaned it, kissed it, soothed it with Neosporin, and bandaged it. I finally looked up at Sean. I found him smiling down at me. My heart beat increased and I rose and pulled him to me, kissing him with great feeling.

"You know, Baby, this scared the shit out of me. I thought your feet were badly injured. They're bad enough; sit there while I clean up the glass," I ordered him. Guickly cleaneing up the broken plate, I was thankful, as I picked up the broken pieces, that there were not many of splinters of glass. The majority were large pieces of the plate; otherwise, Sean's feet would have been cut more severely.

Sean sat on the stool watching me, but not speaking. He kept smiling at me, and in one sense, it made me nervous or perhaps a better way of saying it would be that it unnerved me. I finished that job, and got a pail and some hot water and detergent and began to clean the blood from the floor. There was not as much as I thought when I first saw it; there was enough, however, to bring back the images from that horrible night when Sean was beaten and left as dead. I didn't mention this to him. He had enough to think about. I finished that task and hurriedly cleaned the dishes. When the kitchen was in relatively good condition, I decided to carry Sean into the living area. He relented, and let me, but not without some bitching about his abiblity to walk himself. I ignored him.

I got Sean settled on the sofa and sat beside him. He reached for me and pulled me to himself. He kissed me softly on the lips. "You see what I mean, Hon. You always take care of me. I love you, Hon," he said.

"I guess going to the lake it out of the question. You can't walk down there, Baby. It was a good idea, but let's just forget it for tonight. Maybe in the morning we can do it," I said.

"Ryan, I am going down to the lake tonight whether you come with me or not. My feet are fine. If they bother me too much, I'll stop and rest. If you come with me, you can help me if I need support. I love you, Ryan, but I am going down to the lake tonight whether or not you come with me. I have to do this. I feel a calling, something I can't explain, that is drawing me to the lake. So, one way or the other, I am going to the lake," he said to me in an uncharacteristically firm and definite tone.

"You're not going alone, Sean. I absolutely forbid you to do that. I will go with you, but I really don't think that you should be walking on those feet tonight. You do realize, don't you that they are cut and walking on them will probably get them bleeding again," I said with equal firmness.

"How can you forbid me to go, Ryan? You can't do that," he said with an edge of anger in his voice.

"I can forbid you because I love you, craphead. I love you, and I don't want you to injure you feet again. I don't want you to suffer. If I didn't love you, Sean, I wouldn't give a shit what happened to you. You're my life partner, Baby, and I want to keep you safe. I'm sorry if you don't like my attitude, but I have to tell you how I feel. I don't think you should go. But if you must go, then I will go with you. If I need to, I will carry you all the way down and all the way back. Understand, Sean, I want to protect you because I love you; that is reason enough.

Sean glared at me during my little speech to him. As I continued his face softened and eventually tears began to run down his cheeks. When I finished he fell on me, kissing me wildly, and weeping silently. "Ryan, I love you, too. I have to go, Hon. I have to. There is a calling that I have to answer. I love you for wanting to protect me. I really do. Please forgive my firmness in demanding this, but I have to do it. I really appreciate that you will come with me. I really think you are supposed to be there, too. I can't explain it any better than that. I know it's spooky; I know you may think I'm losing my mind. Please, please, trust me, my best friend. I need you, Ryan. I need your strength now as much as I needed it when I was in the hospital," Sean confided to me.

"We'll need some warm clothes and you will need some very comfortable sneakers or shoes. We'll need a powerful flash light, and I hope I can find something for to use as a cane. I wasn't kidding, Sean; I will carry you both ways if it is necessary. What do you suggest for sneakers or shoes? I know you'll need socks. What else?" I asked him.

"My Nikes will do. They are well broken in and they are soft and pliable. Maybe I should wear two pair of socks. We're going to need some gloves and maybe a hat. A scarf might be a good idea, too. It's going to be cold out there tonight. It's clear and with that big moon, any warming that we had today has escaped into the atmosphere. Thank you, Ry, for doing this for me. I will find a way to repay you, sweetheart. Later tonight, I will repay you for trusting me, for loving me when I know you think this is all weird and strange," said Sean.

II

I hurried about the cabin finding the things we needed. I Luckily I found a cane in the entry closet. I brought everything into the living area. I put on Sean's socks as gently as I could. Even then, he winced a little. The second pair of socks went on more easily and he didn't wince. I unlaced the Nikes so that it would be easier for Sean to get his feet into them. Then I tightened the laces and tied them securely. Next. I got my own socks and shoes on. I helped Sean to his feet and helped him into his coat; he took care of his hat, scarf and gloves. Then I quickly dressed myself. Sean had not moved yet. He just stood by the sofa waiting for me to be ready. I found one of those hugh flashlights and retrieved the cane. I got the cabin key, left all the lights on, and moved to the door. Sean started toward the door, but it was quickly evident that his feet were very sore. He continued on to me. I handed him the cane which he took. I opened the door and let Sean go ahead of me. I followed him out into the brisk December night. He was having difficulty manuvering the stairs. I hurried to him and picked him up and carried him down the stairs.

"Thank you my gallant knight," he said with a giggle.

"Why don't I just carry you, Baby. It would be faster and it would certainly be easier for you. I know I can do it because I will be carrying the thing I most love in this world," I said to Sean who was still in my arms. He leaned to me and kissed my cheek.

"Don't hurt yourself, Ry. I really think I can walk a little of the way. Let me try. Please," he begged.

I set him down. I had turned on the flashlight although there was enough moonlight at that moment to light our way. It would be necessary when we reached the path in the woods. Sean moved slowly, leaning heavily on the cane. I walked beside him, took his other arm and assisted him. He had little difficulty until we reached the path in the woods. The uneven surface of the path was causing him some distress.

"Okay, Baby, into my arms. I'm carrying you the rest of the way. No arguments," I said as I picked him up after handing the flashlight.

He was able to manage the cane and the light. He kissed me quickly, and then we started out down the path to the lake. In the dark of the night with some filtered moonlight and the beam from the flashlight, the woods took on a very sinister personality. There were many shadows, strange sounds, and perceived movements; it wasn't pleasant for either of us. As we continued down the path, Sean seemed to get heavier. I stumbled a couple of times, catching my balance before I fell or dropped Sean. Finally I had to stop and let Sean stand for a moment while I regained my strength.

"This is too difficult for you, Hon. I will walk the rest of the way. I know I can do it. Let me try," he said.

"No way, Sean. I am carrying you. I just need to get a second breath. I feel about ready to start out again. I may let you walk part of the way back, but not now," I said as I picked him up again and noticed that he didn't object.

In a short time we were at the lake. I carried him over to the warf and set him down. I sat next to him. I took his glove-covered hand in mine. We sat looking out over the lake. It was deadly quiet. Nothing stirred. The sparkles on the water from the reflected moon, danced much as a long line of ballet dancers. Sean put his arm around me.

"Thank you, Lover. This means a great deal to me. Nothing may happen, but I know I am supposed to be here. I know that you are supposed to be here," he told me.

As he finished, a breeze arose, gently swaying the trees in the forest. The breeze intensified and as it did there was a moaning sound emenating from the forest, almost as if someone was sobbing. The moon suddenly went behind a dark cloud and we were in complete darkness. Sean pulled me closer to him. He was trembling. I knew that something strange and inexplicable was happening, but I didn't say anything. The wind now was blowing very hard causing a screeching sound to blast across us. In the distance there was a bright streak of lightning. The wind abuptly stopped and the moon shown brightly in the dark star-filled sky. Immediately over the lake there seemed to be two more brilliant stars. I hadn't noticed them before. It was then that I realized that Sean was sobbing. His body was shaking. I held him tightly saying nothing. I just wanted him to know that I was there, that I loved him. What had just happened was strange and I could not explain it.

Through his sobs, I heard Sean, "They're gone. They stayed until they knew I was happy. This was their goodbye to us, Ry. That's why I had to come down here tonight. They love us both. Now they can rest. Now we can go on with our lives, too. This is our place now; the memories will be happy, but we have to start making our own memories. They have given that responsibility to us. I can't say anymore, I..." and he was now sobbing too much to talk.

I marveled at what had happened, but I did not try to understand it. I knew that for Sean it had been a very spiritual and supernatural experience. I really believed that in some manner his parents had said goodby to him. I realized that they were happy for him and for us. I kept kissing my wonderful Sean. I was so lucky to have him. I would love him forever. That's what I needed to say to him.

"I love you Sean. I will take care of you always. I will love you always. You are the center of my being. Don't ever forget this night. It is important to both of us. Should we get back to the cabin? It's cold out here," I reminded him.

"Just hold me for a couple more minutes. I'm still a little in awe about what just happened. You always make me feel good, Ryan; you always make me happy. Thank you for loving me. Please hold me tighter," he asked.

I closed my arms more tightly around my lover. I wondered if he could breathe, I had him so tightly hugged, but he seemed content. I would kiss him gently occasionally; he always returned my kisses. Finally he began to pull himself away from me. I knew he was ready to go back to the cabin.

"Let's go home, Ry. I need to leave now. All there is here is silence." he whispered softly to me.

I helped him to his feet, and he began to walk back up the path without any assistance from me. After a few yards, he began to faulter, and I rushed to him and took him into my arms.

"You belong in my arms, Lover. This is where you will be protected and happy," I said as I kissed him softly on the lips.

"I can't believe what just happened. I do know this one thing, though. I love you more at this moment than I ever would have imagined I would. I love being in your strong arms," he said.

We struggled back up the path to the cabin. The moon was now lower in the sky and did not provide as much light. Finally we could see the lights of the cabin and smell the smoke from the wood fire. Home beckoned to us.

We would heed the call.

(to be continued)

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