The Professor and Sean, Book Two - Part 6
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 6
From the end of Part 5:
"It's pretty complicated, Dad. It will take some time to explain it all to you. Sean and I want to do that, but maybe right now isn't the best time," I told him.
Greg and Rog were now standing in our group. They looked concerned, especially as they could see how upset Sean was. I was about to say something about discussing it in the morning when Sean blurted out,
"It's my fault. I'm the cause of the problem. I hear my parents. They come to me to tell me things. It started quite a while ago. I'm not losing my mind; I'm not! You have to believe me!"
Greg asked, with a strong feeling of disbelief in his voice,
"For God's sake, Sean, do you see ghosts."
With tears running down his pale, frightened face the most special person in my life cried out,
"No, I don't see ghosts! I talk to them."
Book 2, Part 6
(Ryan Continues)
With that admission, Sean burst into tears, throwing himself at me. I hugged him to myself and whispered softly in his ear,
"Everyone here understands, Baby. Try to relax and let's tell everyone what's happening."
I heard Dad clear his throat, knowing before he said anything, that he would be recommending a break. He'd suggest that we needed to spend some time alone. I was correct.
"Look everyone, this has been an emotional time for all of us. I think it might be a good idea if we all took some time alone to collect ourselves. What do you think?" he asked.
"I think it would be a wonderful idea, Gerry. I know I want some private time to talk with Greg," said Rog.
Greg smiled at his partner and said,
"I agree. I need some private time with Rog."
I was surprised that Sean said in a clear, calm voice,
"I need some time with Ry. I'm pretty shaken, and very embarrassed."
"Listen, everyone, off you go to your rooms. Let's not worry about anything more this evening. You guys need to get some rest, as it has been a long day for you," Mom informed us. "Dad and I have some things to attend to, and then we're off to bed, too. Let's agree that we sleep as long as we wish. Cora and Charles will serve breakfast, but at whatever time you get down to the dining room."
After some quick good nights and a couple of hugs and kisses, we left for our rooms. As we were leaving, Rog, pulled me aside and said,
"I'll explain everything in the morning, Ry."
"Okay, Rog. Hope you and Greg sleep well," I said.
Greg smiled widely and said,
"Same wish from us to you. By the way, Sean, I hope I didn't upset you with my stupid remark. I'm really sorry."
Sean smiled and walked to Greg and gave him a big hug and a kiss on the cheek. He repeated it for Rog, and then said,
"You two are our best friends. I wouldn't let a little remark like that upset me. I'm just confused and in disbelief at what's apparently happening in Vermont. I don't know what to do about it, so Ry and I need some time to try to determine a plan of action."
"Well said, Baby," I told him.
"Goodnight everyone," said Rog. We all repeated our goodnights, and left.
"Let's get to our room, Hon. I need you so much," Sean said.
His remark made me hurry.
When we arrived at our rooms, I anticipated immediate sexual gratification, but I was mistaken. Instead, Sean was fidgety and unhappy. I held my peace, hoping that he would soon speak to me. He took my hand and led me to the sofa, sat us down, and leaned into me and placed his head on my chest. I could sense the tension in his body, and I prayed that he would be able to control himself. I was concerned that after the long day and the confusion and excitement of the phone call, I might not be able to contain myself and might explode either in tears, or in anger. Without moving his head and in a soft, emotion-filled voice, he finally spoke,
"Ry, I don't know what to do or what to think. I have been wracking my brain trying to think of any reason why my parents would haunt the cabin. I can think of nothing. What's going on, Hon? Can you help me?"
I tightened my arms around him, kissed him on the top of his head, and softly stroked his emotion-tightened back. I finally answered him,
"Baby, I don't know either. I have been thinking about it, too. I do have one suggestion. It may be farfetched, but I can't come up with anything else. Perhaps if you called Aunt Emily, she might be of some help. Other than that, I am at a loss. Maybe Father O'Rourke might know something that you wouldn't know about, because you were so young. That's the best I can do, Baby."
He sighed deeply, but didn't move from lying on my chest. He was gently rubbing my arms as we talked. He looked up at me and said in a tremulous voice,
"I love you, Ry. I love you so much."
I took his head, moved it from my chest, bent down to him, and kissed his lips carefully and with just enough passion to make it clear to him that I loved him as much as he loved me. He turned and was soon lying fully on top of me. I was now on my back on the sofa and I could feel his hard cock pressing against mine, which was almost erect and firm.
"I want you in me, Hon. I want to feel all of your manhood deep in me, filling me with your strength. I want your seed planted deep within my being. Please, please, my lover, fuck me as you have never fucked me before. I need you so much," came his whispered plea.
In some kind of monumental movement, I had picked him up in my arms and walked to the bedroom. He seemed as light as a feather on the one hand, however on the other, he was almost too heavy to carry. I laid him on the bed and quickly removed all of his clothing.
Just as quickly, I had removed all of my clothes. I stood there, naked and aroused, looking down at my lover, my partner; the person most precious in the world to me. He looked at me with eyes slightly dimmed, but still magic enough to increase my desire for him. I lay down atop him and kissed him gently, but he soon had his legs wrapped around me and was pulling me to himself with both his arms and legs.
I could hear his breathing increasing, and if possible, his cock was harder and throbbing like a toothache might. I needed to take him, to fulfill both his and my desire to become closer as one.
As I moved away, he pulled his legs back to his chest exposing his beautiful ass. I placed my face there, enjoying his scent, kissing and licking his cleft. My lips circled his anus and I sucked on it, and plunged my tongue into him. He was groaning and twisting on the bed.
"Enough of that, Hon. Fuck me, please. Show me your love for me, Ry. Please, please," he begged me and his voice was almost breaking as his emotions were bubbling again to the surface.
Without additional foreplay, I placed the head of my cock against his anus and pushed firmly into him, not stopping until his ass had swallowed all of my eight and one half inches. My pubes were against him and my balls were slapping him.
"Oh, yes," he cried out. "Yes, yes, fuck my hot ass, Hon. I want more, faster, harder, fuck me like a man, rape my hole, fill me with your hot cum, shoot deep in my guts. Breed me, Ry, breed me."
His hot chatter made me bang into him harder and deeper than I thought I could. He simply moaned and his legs, wrapped around me from the start, held me tighter while his arms were around my back with his nails digging into me, and I was in sexual heaven.
"Oh, lover, make me cum. Please make me cum. I want to cum for you, lover. I `m going to cum, Ry. Oh, God, I can't hold back any longer. I'm cumming," he moaned.
As his ass muscles tightened around my cock, he started to cum with shot after shot of his hot boy-man juice. I began at that moment to fill him with my juice, almost screaming with sexual satisfaction, and I continued to shoot for a long period of time, perhaps seven or eight spurts. I was exhausted, but very happy.
Sean didn't loosen the grip the had on me with his legs and arms. I just lay there enjoying the feeling of our bodies together, cemented not only by love, but also by the seed of my lover. Who could ask for more?
We lay there together for sometime, neither of us saying anything, just each of us lost in our own thoughts. Then he began to lick my neck and kiss me. I could feel my cock growing and stiffening.
He sighed and asked, "Whatca been thinking about, Hon?"
"You, Baby, just you."
He moved just a little under me and I could feel his cock beginning to wake up. I kissed him quickly and softly, and then raising my self on my elbows, I looked into his handsome face and told him,
"Sean, I really feel inadequate when you ask me about what to do in Vermont. I'm sorry I'm of little help. Forgive me?"
He tightened the grip of his legs around me, and with his arms he pulled me back down off my elbows and onto his chest. He began to kiss me wildly, and soon his hands were on my ass, and he began to pull my ass cheeks apart and run his finger up and down my cleft. Finally he stopped at my rosebud and circled his finger around it, probbed my interior with his finger. I was so sexually turned on that I thought I might cum right at that moment.
"Ry, my lover, I want to fuck you so that you will know that I love you deeply; that I forgive you, and I don't find you inadequate." With that remark he somehow rolled us over and I found myself on the bottom our hard cocks rubbing together. I was now free of his arms and legs. I spread my legs wide, giving him total control of me.
He began by kissing me with fierceness and passion. He licked my body, not missing a single crevice or nook, exciting me. My cock was dripping precum and I wanted him deep in me, but he had other ideas. He licked around the head of my cock, teasing the piss slit, licking my balls and sucking them, one at a time, into his warm moist mouth. I was sublimely excited.
Next he moved up my body and sat on my chest where he ran his cum-dripping cock across my face. Finally he let it hit my lips, which I opened wide and began to swallow his beautiful cock. He was moaning now much as I was earlier when he worked on my body.
I loved the taste of his cock, the firmness of it, the perfect head, the steel-like shaft. I wanted him in me so badly, but I knew I had to wait until he was ready. As he fucked my face, he began to work my nipples, which nearly drove me crazy. Then he pulled his cock from my mouth, and moved down and sat on my cock. He rubbed my cock in his ass crack, exciting me even more. Then he pushed back my legs, which I grabbed and brought to my chest.
Instantly his face was in my ass, his tongue working busily as he licked me and then found my anus where his tongue began to work wonders. Finally, because I couldn't wait any longer, I blurted out,
"Baby, please fuck me. I want you in me. I need you in me."
He leaned in and kissed me, then with a giggle, told me, "Not to worry, Hon, I'm about to fuck you like I never have before. Pull those legs apart."
I did as he asked, opening my hot ass to him. I didn't feel anything but intense love for him, and I wanted him to make love to me in his own way, in his own time. He proved that he could handle the situation, when without foreplay or warning, he shoved his eight-inch prick deep into my wanting ass. I gasped, but then enjoyed him in me.
But shortly, the intensity and sexual frenzy that appeared to have overtaken Sean alarmed me. He was pounding into me with a fury I had never seen before. What had begun as a wonderful sexual moment was suddenly turning into a frightening experience. As I pondered this, enduring the pain of the fucking I was taking, he began to scream at me,
"I hope this hurts you, son-of-a-bitch. Why won't you help me, Ry?? Why have you deserted me? Why? Why? Why?" As he screamed each of those `whys', he thrust his cock into me with such force that he was knocking the breath out of me.
"Help me, for God's sake, help me," he yelled.
His fury continued to intensify and I was suddenly worried that he was going to hurt me in a manner I knew he did not intend. This had turned into rape and I needed to put an end to it. Summoning all my strength, I pushed Sean off me, knocking him onto his back. He fought back, swinging haphazardily, screaming obscenities at me, scratching me, and finally biting me. I had to do something.
I gathered all my inner strength, and with one mighty punch, struck him on the jaw and, jumping on him, held his arms over his head. He lay there in a fog, looking at me with a bewildered look, and then sobbing from his very soul. I let him cry for some time before I tried to be gentle with him, kissing him on the red spot where my fist had hit his chin. He continued to cry, sobbing so hard that he could not speak. I was so emotionally distraught by the episode that I didn't say anything for a long time. Then I had to tell him something important.
"Sean, I love you so much. Please forgive me for hitting you, but you were out of control. You were hurting me, Baby. I `m so sorry that I hit you. Please, please forgive me," I begged him as I released his hands and began to move off of him.
Suddenly he pulled me to him, and sobbing, told me,
"Ry, I don't know what happened. Please forgive me. I wanted to make love to you, not to hurt you. But suddenly I was filled with anger and I wanted to hurt you because I couldn't find any answer to our problem in Vermont. I wanted you to give me an easy solution. I wanted it over. My God, Hon, you must think such terrible things about me. You have every right to, I have been a real asshole, I..."
As I covered his mouth with mine, he came to me as my lover and partner, moving against me, sharing himself with me. And before I knew it he had my hard cock in his mouth and throat, letting me know how he loved me. I had to have him in me, making love to me as only he could. We had to forget the previous terrible episode. I pulled my cock from his mouth and told him,
"Sean, please make love to me. I want you in me, loving me as you always have. I need you as you need me. Please fuck me."
I pulled my knees back to my chest giving him access to my bruised hole. He hadn't forgotten how to make love to me, as he was gently rimming my ass, careful not to irritate my anus. He kissed it with softness. He looked up from between my legs and asked,
"Did I hurt you badly, Hon? Maybe we should just skip this for now. What do you think?"
"I think you had better fuck me, right now."
And with a gentleness I could not remember, he did fuck me, bringing me to a sexual high that I would not soon forget. As he shot his cum deep into me, I suddenly began to cum with neither of us touching my cock.
I heard moaning and a babble of words which I recognized as mine as I came down from my sexual high, and then my words began to make sense to me,
"Oh, Baby, yes, yes, you make me feel so wonderful; don't take it out of me, please. I want you in me, loving me gently as you are doing. This is the way we should always make love. Thank you for loving me so much, Sean."
Lying now on my chest, he began to kiss and lick me, murmuring his love for me. I caressed his back feeling the muscles and the sweat that had been generated by our mating. I felt his body begin to stiffen a little and then shake and I knew he was weeping. I hugged him to me, and kissed the top of his blond head, moving my face through his terribly tangled blond curls. I choose to wait for a bit, hoping that he would talk to me. He gently took my head into his hands and kissed me long and with controlled passion. Then he spoke,
"I feel forgiven, Ry. I don't deserve your forgiveness because I was such a craphead. You know that you are the center of my life and being. I love you so much, Hon, that sometimes it hurts me. When I behave as I did when I hurt you, I realize that I don't deserve you in my life. But if you left me, I know that I would kill myself because I wouldn't want to live without you."
With that, he rolled off of me, got out of bed, and went into the bathroom.
I lay there for a short time and then decided that I couldn't leave this the way it was now. I jumped out of bed and went directly to the bathroom. As I opened the door I could hear the shower running. I walked to the shower, opened the door and stepped inside.
Sean looked terrible. He was pale, his eyes were rimmed in red, and he looked tired and almost frail. To a degree, it frightened me. He looked at me and tried to smile his wonderful smile, but I sensed immediately that he couldn't do that. The warm shower water spilled down over our bodies, and I couldn't hold myself back. I took my lover into my arms and held him tightly to me.
We stood there, locked together quietly enjoying each other. As the water ran down over our faces, I kissed him firmly and passionately.
He sighed deeply from somewhere in his soul, holding on to me with a tenacity that made it clear to me how much he needed me at this moment in his life. I spoke quietly to him,
"Sean, maybe we need to return home and try to straighten out this matter there. It's difficult for us to do that here in Florida. We will have time to go to Vermont and see Aunt Emily, and perhaps, with her help and Father O'Rourke, we'll solve this mystery."
"No, no, Ry, I won't spoil your vacation. I'll return home and drive to Vermont and try to understand what's going on and try to fix it. I won't spoil your vacation. I won't!"
I laughed quietly and stroked his back finally letting my hands caress the firm mounds of his ass. I could feel his penis come alive again as I continued to work on his ass. I told him,
"You, sweetheart, are a silly goose. What makes you think I could stay here in Florida and let you return home without me. I would have a terrible time and wouldn't enjoy a minute away from you. I love you, Baby, and when you love someone you want to be with him all the time. Remember that we vowed to be together in good times and in bad times. Well, my wonderful partner and lover, this is one of those bad times, and I would never allow you to go back alone. Never!"
"My Ry, this is why I love you so much. I am always in your mind. I so want to be with you, too.
If you want to, I would really appreciate it if you would return with me."
"I wouldn't have it any other way, Baby. But let's call tomorrow morning and see if we can take care of the problem from here. If not, then we will head back home. Now kiss me with one of your Kelly kisses, then let's finish our shower, go back to bed and, Sean, no funny business. You, my wonderful partner, need to sleep. You look and act exhausted. I want to make love to you baby, but I think you are too tired."
"I am never too tired for that," he said with a laugh.
"Really, Baby, don't you think it would be better to wait until tomorrow?"
"No, I don't," he whispered as he stroked my hardening cock as we lay side by side on the bed.
Then it dawned on me that he needed me close, and making love to him was a way to give him strength. I mounted him and kissed him lovingly, working his nipples and then I moved down his body to his gorgeous cock. I took it into my mouth and throat, enjoying his hardness and his smell.
"Please, Ry, take me. I want to be yours," he sighed.
I was soon enveloped in his arms and legs with my cock fully enclosed in his ass. My rhythmic motion began without even thinking about it. As I increased my speed, my cock pushed deeper into my lover, and he whimpered and moaned. In that exciting moment when our two bodies were as one, we shared our most precious fluids. It was, in a sensual way, a renewal of our marriage vows.
"Don't ever leave me, Hon. Not ever."
"I am yours, Baby, until the end of time."
(To be continued)
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