The Professor and Sean

BOOK TWO

The Professor and Sean - Book Two, - Part 2

by Scotty

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

Scotty

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The Professor and Sean, Book 2, Part 2

(Sean narrates)

When the alarm went off at four A, M, I just hugged Ry a little tighter, hoping that he would ignore the alarm for at least a few more minutes. That was not to be. First, he kissed the top of my head and then he moved away from me. Finally, he shook me gently and said to me,

"Hey, Baby, time to rise and shine. We have a lot to do in the next hour, so let's get moving. Let's start with a quick shower, or do you want to join me in the shower or do you want to take one alone?"

"Can't we stay here for just ten more minutes? Please!" I pleaded.

As he pulled away the bed linens, kissed me on the nose, he said to me,

"Sorry, Baby, but we have to get going. You can sleep on the plane. Now move it," he said as he slapped my bare butt.

I stumbled out of bed as Ry put on the lights. I wanted to hide my eyes, but I struggled a little and kept them open. I was so groggy that I don't recall if I had my usual morning visitor or not.

Ry urged me on,

"Come on, Baby, follow me into the shower. I have to get you awake, and quickly, so we can pick up Rog and Greg as we promised."

"Yeah, yeah, I know. But, Hon, I'm so tired," I whined.

The shower was running and Ry pushed me into the stall where I was greeted with ice-cold water."

"Fuck!" I yelled.

"If I didn't love you, Baby, I wouldn't treat you like this," he told me as he came into the stall and took me into his arms, suffering from the cold water as I was.

"Wow! This is cold!" he exclaimed.

"Sorry Baby, I didn't realize it was this cold." he said with a shiver as he turned up the hot water. As the water warmed, so did I. I turned to face Ry and hugged him, then planted a Kelly kiss on him.

"I'm awake now, Hon. But holy shit, that was so cold my cock almost fell off and my balls shrunk up like little walnuts. Now I'm ready to go. Hey, look at you, your cock is tiny now, too. I'm not the only one. Let's get out of here and dry off. I want to get dressed and have something to eat; then we can be off to Florida," I informed him.

"Okay, Baby let's do it." We trooped off to the bedroom after quick shaves, some deodorant, after-shave, and a little hair mousse for me. There wasn't much conversation as we hurriedly dressed into some casual clothes and headed to the kitchen.

"I'm making coffee and having cereal. We'll get some great breakfast on the plane." Ry said.

"I'm okay with some OJ, milk and cereal."

After a hurried breakfast, we got our suitcases and carry-ons to the entryway of the townhouse. I hoped that we wouldn't get it done too early because I knew Ry would want to get them out and into the Rover. I wanted to wait a while until the limo arrived. Thankfully, the phone rang, just as Ry was headed for the entry.

"Shit!" Ry almost shouted. He picked up the phone. "Ryan Taylor, here. Oh! Hi, Dad. Are you two up this early in the morning? It's just about five. Oh, I see. No problems at this end. How's everything in Florida. That sounds good. Yeah, that's the flight number. Okay, Dad. Yeah, I'll be sure to do that. Say `Hi' to Mom. Yeah, I will. Bye, Dad."

"What was that all about, Hon?" I asked

"That was just Dad. He was checking up on us. I think he was worried that we might still be in bed doing the naughty. I bet Mom had more to do with this than he told me. See how much they love us and how much they want to see us, Sean?"

"Yeah, it makes me seem unworthy of all that love. You're their son, so I can understand that, but..."

"Sean, you are their son, too, and don't forget it. They would be heartbroken if they ever head you say that. You know, Sean, this makes me..."

A knock at the door interrupted Ry and saved me from a full-fledged scolding. I hurried to the door, unlocked it, and opened it. There stood the limo driver dressed in the usual uniform.

"Mr. Kelly? I'm Winston, your chauffeur. Are you ready?" he asked.

"Yes, we're ready. Ry, the limo is here."

"What limo?" he asked in a perplexed voice.

"The one I ordered as a surprise."

"Sir, let me get the luggage loaded," said Winston.

"Sure, sure, go ahead," I told him.

Ry had been quiet for so long that I thought he might be angry with me. But he surprised me when he grabbed me and pulled me tightly to himself and kissed me hard on the lips.

"You devil. As usual, you think of things that make people happy. I can't wait to see Greg's reaction to the limo. Thank you, Baby, for being so thoughtful. I will repay you later.

"You had better. And I think I will tell you what I want. Not only that..." I was interrupted by Winston who took the rest of the luggage with him and indicated that he was ready if we were. We got our leather jackets, checked one last time to make sure all was in order in the townhouse, set the alarm, locked the door, and hurried to the limo, where Winston was standing. He opened the door and we clambered in. It was quite lovely inside and wonderfully comfortable.

We were off to Florida!

(Roger narrates)

I didn't sleep well, and Greg tossed and turned like a whirling dervish. I wondered if our accompanying Ry and Sean would interfere with the time they wanted to spend with their parents. I also worried a little about Greg's up-front personality; sometimes saying the wrong thing at the wrong time. But he and I had traveled a great deal, and he never did anything to embarrass anyone. I fell in love with Greg because he was so open, so truthful, so honest. He was never crude, just truthful.

I also felt a like a child going to Disney World for the first time, even though I knew we might not even consider that as one of the places we would visit. I was interested because Greg and I had never been there. There was also Universal Studios, Sea World, and what some friends of ours had told us, that we should be sure to get to Busch Gardens. We also had talked about South Beach in Miami, but we wondered if Ry would object because of Sean's age. Sometimes we act like old maids. I had to get Greg moving. He had been in the bathroom for almost twenty minutes.

"Greg," I yelled, "get your ass moving. They'll be here and you won't have had breakfast and you won't be ready. Move it, Honey.

From the bathroom came Greg's response:

"Cool your jets. I'm just finishing up the last minute things to make me your handsome lover, Sweetums."

I couldn't help myself, so I told him,

"Bullshit! You couldn't make yourself handsome if you stayed in the bathroom for a couple of weeks. And where's this `Sweetums' come from? You haven't called me that before."

Walking into the kitchen with a huge grin on his face, Greg laughingly said,

"If you continue to be mean to me, then I'll have to think about a new affectionate name for you. I know just the right thing. How about `asshole'?"

Joining him in laughter, and after I threw a day-old blueberry muffin at him, hitting him squarely in the chest, I told him,

"Your new nickname for me reveals your inner most, long-time desires for me to be your bottom man.

No such luck, Shithead, as usual this is a mutual affair in all ways. Get it?"

Greg lunged across the room and took me into his arms, holding me tight and kissing me firmly on the lips. We were both laughing as he told me,

"If we had more time, Rog, we could get this settled in our bed. I have a hunger for you, my sweetheart, which I will keep in check until the appropriate time. Now help we clean up this mess on the floor."

Together we cleaned up the muffin from the floor. Luckily for me, I had not soiled Greg's shirt. We then had a quick breakfast of OJ, muffins, and coffee. We decided to take care of the dirty dishes before we left, so I washed and Greg dried. We were just about finished when the doorbell rang. Greg spoke first,

"It must be the guys. I'll get the door."

"Okay, Greg, and I'll finish up here in about two seconds."

Greg wandered to the door, opened it, looked with curiosity at the man standing there in a chauffeur's uniform, and quickly told him,

"I think you must have the wrong place, sir. We are not expecting a limo."

The driver shifted his weight to his other foot, smiled, and asked,

"Are you Dr. Roger Filllimore, or Mr. Greg Raymond?"

"Yeah, I'm Greg Raymond and Roger Fillimore is here, too. But I don't understand. What's going on?"

I walked into the entry at that moment, and asked immediately,

"What's the matter, Greg?"

"I don't know. This man is asking for us. I haven't found out why yet."

The driver smiled politely at both of us, and said,

"I'm here to pick you two up for a ride to Logan. Mr. Taylor and Mr. Kelly are waiting in the limousine. If you're ready, I will take your luggage out. Please meet me at the limousine."

We looked at each other with disbelief and amazement. I spoke quickly,

"We're ready; we'll follow you." After a quick check of the house to determine that all was in order, Greg locked the door and we followed the driver to the limo.

[Ryan narrates]

The ride from the townhouse to Rog and Greg's lovely home was brief, but it gave Sean and me an opportunity to investigate the limo. We had little trouble finding the television screen or the stereo system. It took us a little longer to find the refrigerator and the stock of cold drinks, juice and milk. There was also cereal, donuts, and other tasty morning foods. Sean was in wonder of it all, and truthfully, so was I. We giggled like to silly schoolgirls talking about the new boy at school.

"I can't wait to show all of this to Greg. I bet he'll bust a gut," Sean told me with a laugh.

"I'm not sure that will happen, but I know he'll be interested. Knowing him, he'll want to explore the limo just as we did. Rog will be his same cool self, at least on the outside. He will be excited and interested as all of us are. It will be fun to see their reactions. And all this fun is a direct result of your kindness, Baby. You do such wonderful things. I'm so proud of you and so in love with you," I told him. It was at almost that precise moment that Winston opened the door for Rog and Greg.

Sean was sitting at the far end of the seat, smiling like someone who had won the lottery. Rog's head came through the door first, and his expression was a wonderful sight to see. It was a mixture of awe and disbelief.

"Holy Beethoven!" he exclaimed. He looked around briefly as Greg was literally pushing him into the vehicle. Greg was only partway in when he said, with amazment in his voice,

"You've got to be kidding. Jumping Julie Andrews! You've got to be kidding. This is something else."

Sean was laughing and asked, "Greg, where'd this `Jumping Julie Andrews' come from?"

"It's my attempt to keep Greg from cursing too much. It seems to be working, although some of his other expressions still leave little to work on," Rog offered.

"Whose idea was this? I bet I can guess. Let's see, might it be Sean, generous and thoughtful Sean?" inquired Greg.

"You've got that right, Greg. It was Sean who did all of this. I didn't know about it until Winston arrived at the door to pick up our luggage. As usual, Sean's always a step or two ahead of us in doing kind and thoughtful things."

"Thanks so much, Sean. It's so kind," said Rog.

"You're a doll, sexy Sean. Thanks," added Greg,

Both of us laughed as the ride to Logan began. We had much to talk about. We made short order of some of the food in the limo. Winston asked if we'd like some music, but we collectively agreed that conversation was better. Even at this early hour, traffic was busy, but there were no problems.

We arrived at Logan with ample time to check in, do the luggage thing, and pass through security on our way to the gate. I could tell that Sean was in awe of the crowds, the noise; everything that a person finds almost overwhelming his first time in a major airport.

When we arrived at the gate, we all sat together, chatting and making light of the moment. Sean was a little fidgety and he kept brushing his hand across mine. Finally I took his hand firmly in mine, leaned to him, and asked,

"Are you a little nervous, Baby?"

"To tell the truth, Hon, I'm scared to death. Can we go to the windows and take a look at the planes? Maybe that would help."

"Sure," I told him, pulling him to his feet and walking to the windows where we watched the Delta crews at work. Our plane was already parked and I knew we would be boarding shortly.

"They look pretty big. Don't you wonder how they are able to get off the ground and stay in the air. It sort of worries me," he said.

I could see the perspiration forming on his forehead and he was standing very close to me, trying to sap some of my strength and calmness. I finally asked him,

"Sean, would you rather not fly to Florida? You and I could change plans and drive down. It would only take a couple of days each way. It might be fun. What do you think?"

"I don't want to change a thing. I want to fly. I want to have that experience. I'm scared, just a little, but I want to get there quickly so that we can see Mom and Dad. If you are with me and can hold my hand from time to time, I know I will be okay. Everything will be fine," he told me with mounting confidence. It was then that boarding began with first- class passengers were being called first.

The four of us boarded and were comfortably seated as others on the flight began to find their seats. I could tell that Sean was a little amazed as the passengers passed us by.

"A penny for your thoughts, Baby," I said.

"It's just that so many people are going to be on this plane with us, and most of them don't seem frightened. Even the young kids seem okay. I know I'll be fine." he confided in me.

The boarding was finished and the entry door to the plane was closed. While the plane was waiting for clearance, the steward in first-class went over all the safety instructions. He kept giving Sean the eye, and poor Sean had no idea that the hot young man was admiring him. The pilot announced that the crew should take their seats. Our turn to take off, came quickly and with a roar that shook poor Sean's spirit, we were airborne in a steep assent, moving toward the blue sky, the sun and Florida.

(Sean narrates)

I had been a little alarmed by the whole idea of flying. Before we actually got to the airport, I hadn't thought much about it, but since arriving, I had been getting more and more uncertain about the whole idea.

When we finally arrived at our gate and settled into waiting to be called to board, I really began to be concerned. I kept brushing Ry's hand with mine, afraid to take it since everything was so public. I was relieved when he took my hand in his and clasp it firmly. I had to admit it when he asked me if I were a little scared. Then I thought I would feel better if we went to the windows and looked at the planes.

Ry pulled me to my feet and walked me over to the windows, still holding tightly to my hand. No one seemed to notice or care. As we approached the windows and I could better see the planes, especially the one parked waiting for our boarding, I really became concerned. I moved as close to Ry as I could, hoping that I could steal some of his assurance and calmness.

The plane looked so big, so heavy. I was scared, and i remember beginning to perspire.

It was then that Ry asked me if I would rather not fly. He said we could drive to FLorida, that we could get there in two days and it would take us two days to return home. I didn't want that, and I told him so. I had to fly this first time. I had to accomplish this and put the fear behind me.

Suddenly a voice announced that it was time for boarding our flight and that first-class passengers should report to the gate. We all did that, and soon we were seated in the large comfortable seats in the first-class section of the plane.

I marveled at all the people who were getting on the plane. None of them seemed nervous, and there were young kids who seemed more excited than anyone else. Young parents with babies in their arms boarded, and older folks, some of them had boarded earlier, and had been brought to the plane in wheelchairs. This was a great mixture of humanity, of all ages, all nationalities, both genders, all sizes. It appeared to me that the business of airline travel was the great leveler of the twenty-first century.

I had noticed the young, handsome steward giving me the once over. I had also noticed my three traveling companions all smiling, collectively assuming that I was unaware of his obvious interest in me. Before I could entertain any other musings, the cabin staff was ordered to their seats, With a mighty roar, frightening for an inexperienced flyer, the plane rushed down the runway, shaking and whining like a mustang being chased by cowboys. Then with a mighty burst of speed, suddenly lifted off the earth, and with Herculean effort, headed into the sky. I was totally overcome by the magic of it all. It was then that I realized that I had turned toward my lover and husband, pushing my face into his chest and squeezing his hands until they had turned white. All he did was whisper to me, the most comforting words I think I ever heard,

"Relax, my lover. I am here and I love you, and I will keep you safe." And then, without caring who saw, he took me by the chin, lifted my face, and kissed me gently and with such love that my heartbeat increased in speed, no longer from fear, but from knowing he would be with me through this and other such moments of discovery in our lives.

And there stood the steward, smiling knowingly. He asked,

"Would either of you care for a Mimosa?"

"What's that?" I naively asked.

Ry smiled, but said nothing. The steward smiled again, even more broadly, and continued,

"That's champagne and orange juice. I think you and your partner would enjoy them. What do you say?"

I didn't hesitate, "Sounds fine to me, we'll both have one."

Now Ry was laughing as the steward moved away, he winked at me and whispered,

"So, I guess you're over your concern about flying. And did you hear the steward? He called us partners. I liked that, didn't you? He recognized our love. Give me a quick kiss, Baby."

And I did!

(Ryan narrates)

I had asked Sean for a quick kiss, but he planted a remarkably strong, love-filled Kelly kiss on me. I didn't fight it, and I was enjoying it, when I heard a soft cough. I opened an eye and saw the steward standing there with a silver tray with two glasses of what looked like orange juice. I pulled away from Sean, who realized something had changed, and as he turned he saw the steward standing there with a soft smile on his face. He leaned in and quietly said to us,

"My name is Jeff, and you might like to move your seats to the last row on this side. It's empty and no one is seated across the aisle. It would give you some privacy. I thought I might let you know."

"Thanks, Jeff. That's very kind and understanding of you. I think we might take you up on that offer. I just want to tell our traveling companions that we are moving our seats. They will understand why."

"It's the least I can do. I have a lover, too, and I know how it is sometimes when we really can't express our love for one another. You two guys strike me as two guys very much in love with each other," he said.

"Actually," said Sean, "we're married. It happened in Vermont, and we have been lucky in our relationship, and with the folks around us who have supported us when we needed it. So, Jeff, we understand what you are talking about. I really appreciate what you are doing for us."

"I wish Kent and I were married, but we're not. Maybe it will happen sometime. Good luck to both of you," he told us as he moved away to care for other passengers in first-class.

After letting Rog and Greg know we were moving our seats, we moved to the two seats closest to the window, leaving the third seat empty. We immediately snuggled in the corner. What seemed only a minute later, Jeff was standing in the aisle. He handed us a menu of breakfast offerings and told us he would be back in a couple of minutes. A stweardess stewardess came into the first-class cabin, whom we discovered shortly, would help Jeff serve breakfast. The Mimosa had loosened us up a little, and as we surveyed the menu, it was soon apparent that the choices were amazing. I was amused with Sean's inability to decide what to have. Shortly afterward, Jeff returned to us and asked if we were ready to order. I was and asked Sean if he was.

"Well, I'm sort of ready, Hon. There are a couple of things that I would like. Is it all right if I ask for more than one thing? I'm really hungry."

Jeff answered before I could. "You may have as many things as you wish, sir. This is first-class."

Sean's face lit up and he uttered a one-word statement of approval,

"Cool!"

We ordered what we wanted, and in a short time, Jeff delivered our breakfast to us. We ate in silence, occasionally comment- ing about the food or the smooth plane ride. My famished Sean ate every bit of the food brought to him. With breakfast finished, I wanted to take a nap. Jeff came to collect the dishes, and when I told him we wanted to take a nap, he smiled at us and handed us pillows and blankets.

"Enjoy your nap, gentlemen. I'll be sure that you are awake before we arrive at PBI. The cabin lights will be lowered now, and if you pull down your window shade and turn off your overhead lights, you should be able to get some sleep," he said before he left us.

Weproceeded to get comfortable. Sean moved against me, resting his head on my chest. We had covered up with the blankets and before he slipped off to sleep, he was stroking my hardening cock. I did the same for him, and our kissing got passionate and hot. I wanted him then and there, but I knew that was out of the question, so I softly told him,

"I'll get you later, Baby. You can count on it."

"I hope so," he murmured, as he quickly fall into gentle sleep. I joined him shortly, falling into a contented sleep, my lover resting in my arms. I was happy.

"Sir, we are getting close to West Palm. Sir, please wake up,"

I opened my eyes and saw Jeff leaning in, shaking me. I smiled at him and said,

"Thanks, Jeff. I'll make sure that we are ready." Jeff left and I kissed Sean on the top of his head and shook him gently.

"Baby, you have to wake up. We're going to be landing soon."

Sean pulled me tighter, and yawned. He stretched, and then kissed me softly on the lips. He sat up, smiled at me and told me,

"hon, I really needed that nap. I feel so much better now. Did you get some sleep?" I pulled him back to me and kissed him firmly on the lips.

"Yes, I did. Now, are you ready to land and get driving to Mom and Dad's place?" I asked.

"Ready, Hon."

Jeff appeared again with a tray of hot towels so that we could refresh ourselves. That done, he returned with coffee for me, and milk or juice for Sean. We thanked him for his wonderful service, as the pilot ordered the crew to their seats. After a short time, the wheels of the plane touched down with a squeal. As the plane rushed down the runway, I felt Sean's body stiffen. I hugged him to me as the jet engines reversed and the plane began to slow down. When the pilot began applying the brakes, he started to relax. We taxied to the gate and soon left the plane, walking into the late morning heat of South Florida.

The four of us moved quickly through the lovely Palm Beach International terminal, picked up our luggage and moved to the car rental desk. There I signed all the necessary papers, and we left to pick up our car which was a Lincoln Navigator. We put our luggage into the vehicle, climbed in, and with me as driver and tour director, headed toward Mom and Dad's home on the Intracoastal Waterway.

Our vacation had begun.

(To be continued)

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