The Professor and Sean

The Professor and Sean, Part 47A

by Scotty

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We all find treasure in the strangest places; it is the wonder of being alive.

Scotty

The Professor and Sean, Part 47

(Ryan narrates)

As we turned the corner, we could see St. Clement's a short distance away. The lights inside made it visible for some distance. In the growing darkness, the little church took on a grander air, not like the cathedrals of Europe, but of a larger, more important church. St. Clement's reminded me of Sean's boyhood church. A few cars were parked in the lot as we turned into it.

"Are you nervous, Hon? I always am, not because I am a bad person, but because I want to be truthful and tell my sins accurately. After I get started, it always goes well," he said.

"Yes. I'm very nervous. I have a lot to atone for, Sean. I foolishly cast God aside. I have to tell the confessor that. I can't imagine his reaction. And do we tell him about our homosexual marriage? Won't he think we deserve hell for that? Maybe this is a mistake. Maybe I should wait in the Rover."

Sean stared ahead, saying nothing for a terribly long moment. Then he turned and looked at me, and said in a firm and very unromantic way,

"Do what you want. I am going to confession. I'm sorry you are frightened, but I can't help you there. You have a conscience, why don't you try using it?" he told me as he jumped out of the Rover and slammed the door.

I sat there in shock. Sean was very angry with me. He told me I was a scared rabbit, who didn't know how to use his own conscience. I was angry with him, but after a moment's contemplation, I realized he was right. I slid out of the Rover and walked to the church. I went in and was aware that the lights were dim which made it difficult to see. There were maybe fifteen or twenty people waiting their turns. I spotted Sean about five rows from the back. I walked down and sat beside him. His hand found mine and he squeezed it firmly. He smiled at me and I knew that I was forgiven, at least by my lover. I wondered what the priest would say to me. Would he forgive me? I would find out soon.

"I'm going face-to-face with the confessor. If you do that you go first, otherwise you wait until everyone is finished there. Then the priest will come out and get into the confessional and whoever is left can then go to confession. I will wait for you," he informed me. There was a touch of sadness in his voice.

"You won't have to wait long for me, because I plan to go into the room after you leave and talk with the priest. After all, this is a sacrament of forgiving. I have little fear of talking directly to the priest. So there!" I said in a taunting voice that suggested a five-year-old spoiled brat. I immediately regretted my foolishness.

Sean leaned into me and softly whispered into my ear,

"Anymore of this childish behavior in church and I will have to spank you." I couldn't help it. I just burst our laughing, rather loudly, too. Sean just smiled at me, stood up and went into the little room. I would be next. I began to get really nervous. What would this priest say to me when he found out that I had cast God aside for what amounted to a sex fiend? Thinking of that I shuddered.

I was amazed to see Sean come out of the room. He smiled at me and motioned for me to go in. I arose from the pew, perspiration wetting my face and pits. I actually was shaking. As I passed Sean, he whispered to me,

"Relax, Father Jim is wonderful. Just tell him the truth."

As I entered the room I could see Father Jim sitting in a comfortable chair across from another comfortable chair. He was obviously in prayer and I just stood and waited. He raised his head and said,

"Come in and sit with me."

Father Jim was a big man. His hair was thinning, but he still possessed the look of a young man. I would have guessed he was a little older than I was. I crossed the room and sat. He looked intently at me, and then said,

"In the name of the Father, the Son, and the Holy Spirit."

I quickly responded, "Amen."

Now my young man, what is troubling you? What do you want to tell me?

"I...I..have sinned, Father. It is a terrible sin."

"What is this terrible sin?"

"I got angry at God because he didn't answer my prayer, so I cast Him aside. I stopped being His friend. I wanted nothing to do with Him. But I was wrong. He continued to love me, and He did hear my prayers, not the first ones; which were selfish, now that I think about it. But when the situation became unbearable, and I wanted someone I loved to stay alive after a terrible beating, He answered me and brought him back from the edge. I am so sorry, Father. I don't see how He can forgive me."

"I think God has already forgiven you, my son. You're repentant and that is essential to forgiveness. Who was this person that you wanted God to save?"

"He is my partner, my husband. We were married in Vermont and our union was blessed by a Catholic priest. I know it isn't sanctioned by the church, but Sean and I considered our commitment to each other as strong as any marriage. We will be together until one of us dies."

"Ah, yes. Now I remember. You must be Ryan Taylor and he is Sean Kelly. It was a terrible incident. I'm sorry. I should not have used your name as this is supposed to be secret. Will you forgive me?" he asked.

"Father, I came here to be forgiven. You have done nothing wrong."

"Is there anything else you want to tell me?"

"Not really because I feel our life together is pure and fine. We do not explore others outside our union. Some have tried, but we have pushed them away. You know, Father, I think Sean is sainted. Because of him I am here seeking forgiveness. God must love him a great deal."

"God loves you, too. Let me bless you so that you know that I have, in God's name, forgiven your misdeed." Father Jim blessed me and then surprised me when he asked,

"Was the young man who was here with me before, your partner, Sean Kelly?"

"Yes."

"Would you get him and have him come back into the room with you. I want to talk to you together."

I left the room and went to where Sean was kneeling and praying. I slid into the pew beside him, took his hand, and told him that Father wanted to see us together. He looked dumbfounded, but arose with me from the pew and followed me into the room. When Father Jim saw us, he motioned us in. He was smiling, broadly. He stood, and said,

"This isn't confession, my dear friends, this is just a quick moment to meet you two together. I want to bless your union, too. It isn't like a ceremony, it's just something I feel compelled to do. In my heart of hearts, I know that if you love each other as much as you tell me you do, then God has no problem with your union, nor do I. But I warn you, the Church does, and if they find out, you will be sent from the Church and the grace of the Sacraments. Now, please kneel down.

Sean and I knelt down. I took his hand into mine and we bowed out heads. In a soft, pleasant voice, Father Jim blessed us, and I felt at that moment as if an enormous burden had been lifted from my shoulders. I thanked God for His mercy, understanding, and forgiveness. I knew Sean was doing the same. When he finished, Father Jim, extended his hands and helped us to stand.

"You are fortunate to have found someone who loves you. Go in peace."

We did not answer, but quietly left Father Jim standing in the middle of the room watching us. We didn't speak, but hurried out to the Rover. Sean started the vehicle, but it didn't move. He hadn't secured his seat belt, so he moved over to me, put his hand behind my head and pulled me to him until our lips met in a gentle, peace-filled kiss. By now I had Sean in my arms tenderly whispering in his ear how much I loved him. His response was soft and full of love,

"My dear Ryan, I love you, too; now, in the future, always."

A tear rolled down his cheek, which I kissed away. We parted and he began to drive out of the parking lot and onto the highway. We were silent all the way home. I felt humbled as never before in my life because I knew that God loved me and had forgiven me; and here with me, smiling and happy, was the one person in my life that I loved above all others. And he loved me, too. God had certainly blessed us.

That night we enjoyed a simple dinner of roasted chicken, rice, a salad and chocolate ice cream. Later we sat on the sofa with all the lights off except those on the Christmas tree. I had put three CD's into the player, and we had soft Christmas music in the background. We sat together on the sofa facing the wall of windows, looking past the grand piano out onto the town and college spread before us. Like millions of diamonds, the Christmas lights from the town and the college sparkled in the darkness of the night. I was sitting in the corner of the sofa, my legs spread apart. Sean was sitting between my legs with his back against my chest. My arms were around him, hugging him tenderly. His hands rested on my legs, and as of that moment, there was nothing sexual about it. For once in a long time I was relaxed and happy. I kissed his ear and whispered to him,

"I could stay here forever with you in my arms, enjoying the joy of the season and the wonderment of our love for each other. This is all that I need. I love you, Sean Kelly."

He turned his head to the left and our lips met. The kiss was soft and filled with contentment and happiness. But as we continued to kiss, I began to feel nature working in my crotch. Sean turned and was now lying on my almost prone body, his kiss now more intense and filled with desire. I returned it, my hands moving over his back and massaging his ass. I was consumed with lust, and ashamed that at this quiet moment, I needed him so much.

Sean broke the kiss, and told me,

"I think it's time for bed, don't you?"

I smiled a huge smile, almost a grin, that covered my face from side to side. He couldn't miss it, that I knew for sure. I cleared by throat and said,

"As usual, Baby, you have the best ideas. I think it's time for bed, too. Let's turn off the lights and retire. But kiss me first so that I can wait until we are in our marriage bed."

Sean kissed me quickly, rolled off me and onto the carpeted floor. He rose to his knees, grabbed my hand, got to his feet, pulled me from the floor, and began to escorting me down the hall to the bedroom. As he did this, I armed the alarm, shut off the Christmas lights and the Christmas music. When we reached the bedroom, the low lighting was on and the draperies were closed. I turned off the lights and opened the draperies so we could look out again over the colle and town. The light from the outside was sufficient for us to see each other. Sean sat on the bed and began removing his clothing.

"Baby, please let me do that for you," I almost begged.

Sean giggled and told me, "Cripes, I don't know what's the matter with me. I know that's what we do. Come here, Hon, I am all yours. We carefully removed each other's clothing until we stood naked and aroused beside the bed. I took my lover into my arms, kissed him, lifted him into my arms and placed him on the bed. I crawled beside him and we embraced, our hard cocks rubbing against each other.

There was sighing and moaning, and after enjoying considerable foreplay, we united as a couple and again confirmed our marriage and love for one another by sharing our precious seed. In the deepest recesses of our body, we felt the other and we acted as a receptacle of his life-giving sperm. The pleasure from the experience held us together, hoping that we would always love each other as we did now.

Sean got up from the bed, went to the bathroom and returned with a warm washcloth. He cleaned himself of cum and then he cleaned me. He then pulled me to my feet and led me to the shower where we stood together as one, washing our bodies, kissing and stimulating each other again to hardness, but we did nothing else. Finally, after rinsing, I shut off the water and we exited. We dried each other carefully, and while Sean was kneeling in front of me drying my lower legs and feet, he just took my semi hard cock into his mouth and swallowed me. I grabbed his head and let him suck me for a while; he was so good at it, but the situation called for fair play.

I soon pulled him to his feet. Then I dropped to my knees and engulfed his engorged prick between my lips, slowly taking him into my mouth and swallowing until his entire magnificent penis was fully in my mouth and throat. I sucked him for a while until I sensed he was close; it was then that I let his cock pop out of my mouth making a delicious sound. He groaned. Then louder, he said,

"Hon, please don't leave me so unsatisfied."

I kissed the tip of his nose and told him, "Lover, just wait and I promise to satisfy you."

In our wedding bed again, we became a couple comfortable with our love. I stroked his back and kissed his face. His regular breathing told me he was asleep. As my eyes got heavy and I was approaching sleep, I prayed again, thanking God for His forgiveness and for finding Sean for me. I asked His blessing first on my Sean, and then on my parents, his aunt, and all our friends. As a warm feeling of contentment swept over my body and mind, I fell asleep.

We both awoke in the early hours of morning. The clock showed the time as 4:30. I knew at that moment that I needed to make love to Sean. I kissed him passionately and he returned my kiss just as passionately. I whispered in his ear,

"Baby, I am about to satisfy you as I promised I would." He just turned on his back and waited. I began a long and intense love making session. I did everything I had heard or read about, bringing him nearly to orgasm and then backing off, and then bringing him back.

"Please, Hon, please. Let me cum. Fill me with your love. Oh, God, I love you so much. Harder, Ry, please. Oh, yes. Yes. I am gonna cum."

With a scream of pleasure, he began to pump out strings of white cum onto his face, his chest, his stomach. As he did that, his sphincter tightened around my cock and I began to shoot my load into my lover. We had mated again, coupling in the truest sense of the word. I laid down on Sean and he let his legs slip away from around me, and we lay there connected in two ways, the most noticeable one being his drying cum which held us together as lovers and partners, and the other, my seed now deep in his body.

Who could ask for anything more?

------------------------------------------- (Sean narrates)

When I awoke the next morning, it was late, the alarm clock reading 8:15. I thought that Ry would be up and about, but strangely enough he was sleeping soundly. I was spooned up against his back, my erection pushing against his ass. I moved slowly away from him, praying that I wouldn't awaken him. He he didn't stir, so I was successful. With a sound somewhere between a moan and a grunt, he turned and lay on his back, sleeping soundly. I raised myself up on one elbow and gazed at him, I smiling, I was enjoying his handsome face and toned body. He was so sexy. I wanted to kiss him, but I didn't want to awaken him. Today was Christmas Eve day, and I knew he had many things he needed to do.

I moved cautiously to the edge of the bed and lowered my feet to the floor. Still he didn't move or give any indication he was awake. I quietly moved around the bed, as Ry was lying closer to the other side. I smiled as I looked down at him, then I leaned down and brushed his lips with mine. It felt so right. I left the room, choosing not to use the bathroom close by, but to hurry to the bath off the kitchen to relieve myself.

I wondered why I had not initiated sex with Ry. but I thought that I would save lovemaking until a more appropriate time. I laughed softly to myself, thinking, 'Anytime is the appropriate time to let your lover know you love him.' I shook my cock a few times to make sure the last drop wouldn't drip down my leg, but I knew it probably would. There is that saying, familiar to all males, 'You can shake it 'til you break it, but the last drop still runs down your leg.' I laughed out loud as I washed my hands and dried them

Moving back into the kitchen, I knew the first of my tasks was to brew some coffee. So I did that. Then I went to the refrigerator and searched it for ingredients. I found eggs, bacon, and sausage. Some English muffins were there also. I got out a frying pan and started frying the bacon; then I took the precooked sausage, and placed it in the microwave, following the directions carefully. I broke eight eggs into a bowl and beat them with a fork, putting in a little half and half as I had seen Ry do, waiting until everything else was ready, before scrambling them.

I got the bed tray out, put some plates and utensils on it, and added a couple of nice napkins. I found a small, tall vase that I guessed it was once held a single rose. From the bouquet on the dining table I stole one red carnation and placed it in the vase. The bacon, now finished, along with the sausage, I placed it in the microwave on low power to keep them warm. I lowered down the English muffins in the toaster, and started to scramble the eggs. When the English muffins were finished, so were the eggs. Some butter and strawberry preserves were placed on the tray. I divided everything between two plates and filled a mug with coffee, putting some half-and-half on the tray, along with sugar. I poured two large glasses of orange juice and one large glass of milk. With everything ready, I picked up the tray and walked to the bedroom.

Ry appeared to be sleeping, which surprised me. I placed the tray on the floor on my side of the bed. I climbed onto the bed and snuggled up to Ry. Reaching out, I found his hard cock under the sheet and proceeded to stroke it.

"Hmmm, oh, Baby, good morning. Kiss me, please." he said.

I kissed Ry softly on the lips, letting my tongue move across his lips. He sighed and opened his mouth inviting me in. I pushed my tongue deeply into his mouth. He sucked on my tongue as he reached for my cock and began to stroke it. I had to stop him or the food, my little surprise, would be ruined. I pulled away from him, and told him,

"Enough, Hon, I have your breakfast here. Now sit up so we can share the bed tray. Come on, sleepy head."

"Breakfast in bed? To what do I owe such great care?" he asked.

"You are a first-rate lover, so this is a little reward." He sat up on the opposite side of the bed, cross-legged. I got the tray from the floor and placed it in front of him. Then I sat cross- legged across from him. He was absolutely the cutest thing! His hair, which was always immaculately kept, was now messed, with spears going in many directions. His eyes, although open, were still the prisoners of sleep. I laughed softly.

"Hey, what's so funny?" he demanded to know.

"You're just so damned cute, Ry. It makes me happy, that's all."

"Cute?"

"Yes, cute, usually handsome and sexy, but at this moment you are just cute. And I love it."

"Okay, I accept. Thanks for doing this for me, Sean. I really appreciate it."

"You know that I will do anything for you, Hon. Doing things for you makes me happy. 'Cause I love you."

He looked at me with such love in his eyes, that I again said a quick, silent prayer thanking God for sending Ry to me to love. We ate our breakfast quietly, smiling at each other, and occasionally reaching across the tray to touch our partner's hand. Ry reached across and ran the back of his hand against my face giving me such pleasure that I moaned. He laughed quietly.

"Am I cute now?" he asked.

"No, right now, you are just hot and sexy. Ry, when you do that to my face, it turns me on. Oh, man, you just don't know."

Ry moved off the bed taking the tray with him, as we had by this time finished our breakfast by this time. Climbing back onto the bed, he moved to me. He pushed me back onto the bed covering my naked body with his naked body. We kissed passionately, grinding our now hard cocks together. I didn't realize how horny I was, because, after what seemed only a minute of two, I began to shoot my load onto both of us. Ry exploded shortly thereafter. We just lay there as our bodies returned to a somewhat normal state.

"Thanks, for that," I told him.

"It was my pleasure, Baby, my pleasure. Let's take a quick shower together. I'll be a good boy," he said with a laugh.

We got out of bed and headed directly to the shower. Ry opened the glass door and adjusted the water temperature. He quickly went in and I followed him. He took me into his arms and hugged me to him. I kissed his neck whispering into his ear,

"Merry almost Christmas," I said with a giggle.

Ry smiled at me and kissed me gently on the lips. I hugged him tightly to myself, luxuriating in the feel of his hard body, his closeness and his scent. He kissed my ear, then bit on it and laughing told me,

"You, Baby, make this the merriest Christmas I have ever known. You are my best Christmas present. I will keep you for a lifetime, Sean, enjoying you and loving you. I pray that you will do the same for me."

"Have no doubt, Hon. I am yours forever. You are my best Christmas present, too. Now let's finish this shower because we both have some last minute things that we have to do."

We quickly enjoyed soaping and rinsing each other. Once outside the shower, we dried each other off and headed into the bedroom where we got dressed. Taking the bed tray with us, we went to the kitchen. Ry poured himself another mug of coffee, and I began to clean up the kitchen. In a few minutes I had it pretty well cleaned up. Ry sat at the counter watching my every move, smiling at me. He finally got up and walked behind me, putting his arms around my waist, and began to kiss the back of my neck. I laughed lightly thinking that this was his way of saying he loved it when I hugged and kissed him when he was working in the kitchen.

"Hmmm, that's so nice, Hon. I love it when you bother me this way," I told him with a giggle.

Ry just hugged me tighter and kissed my ears now. I finally turned in his arms and we began to kiss each other with force and lust. At first Ry seemed to want to stop, but I had used my hands to stimulate his expanding penis, while my own cock grew in size and hardness. Our tongues were fencing with parries and thrusts, neither wanting to be the loser. I finally had to pull away.

"My, God, Ry. You certainly are not acting like an old man to me. Wow! You are some studly dude. I need to catch my breath. Phew!" I gasped.

With a laugh and a squeeze, he let me go, saying as he did,

"Now, my young friend, you understand that I am not an old man when I want you, or want to make love to you. But you're right. We have lots of last minute things to do. I did forget some things at the grocers and I want to start on dinner for tonight, so I'm going to ask you to do a little shopping for me," as he He then moved toward the refrigerator.

"Your wish is my command, sir," I replied, hoping my man would take both meanings."

"Until we get through this day and tomorrow and the next, no rough sex, my slutboy," Ry said laughing loudly and with abandon. I joined him, relishing in his quick study of my last comment.

"So, Hon, what do you need for groceries that you forgot?"

"Just a couple of things. First I need some fresh organically grown yellow summer squash and some zucchini. I would also like some fresh horseradish. I also need some white mushrooms, the large ones. Oh, and one last thing, some Vidalia onions. That should do it."

"Where in blazes am I going to get organically grown anything in December?" I asked.

"There's an organic grocer very near where we went for Chinese. It's a short drive, but they will add real flavor to our dinner. And if you can remember, perhaps some cukes and tomatoes to add to the salad. If you see anything else that looks good, buy it," he said.

"Okay, okay, I will take care of it."

"Sean, take the Toyota, will you. We haven't used it in a couple of days and it should get warmed up."

"Sure will, Hon. I have everything written down and I have one other stop, so I should be home in an hour or so. Kiss be bye, Ry, 'cause I am going to miss you," I responded.

Ry came to me and kissed me quickly but firmly.

"Now on your way, and Baby. Drive carefully."

"I will. See you in about an hour. Bye." And with that I was out the door and on my way.