Sean and JJ
This story is a sequel to "Lodge at Lake Tecumseh." Readers may wish to consider reading "Lodge" first--although this story does stand on its own--the first four paragraphs are a brief summary of the Lodge experience. All characters are fictional, and though some of the places actually exist, the activities described in this story and some of the features of those places are figments of my imagination. All characters engaged in sex are over 18. © 2023. All rights reserved. Brunosden
It was registration day at Trinity College, Dublin. Sean O'Connor, an Irish national, was matriculating as a first year student, with a potential for advanced standing and a declared major in Anglo-Irish Literature. He was 21, having lost two years at school due to a childhood illness many years before, a little over six foot tall, light-skinned, but tanned, with copper hair and emerald eyes. His cheeks were sprinkled with freckles, which had proliferated in the summer sun. He was an athlete (rugby) and in shape, mostly from hard work, but not muscled like a full time gym rat. He had the archetypal Irish wit and "gift for gab"--both perfected in his years working in his Da's pub, near Cork where the patrons regularly teased him and engaged him in conversation. Sean was intelligent, precocious and inquisitive--a genuine scholar.
John Jacob (JJ) McGrath was a third year student of about the same age. He was taking a year abroad from Boston College and had enrolled in "BC at Trinity." He was majoring in Modern European History. He was of Anglo-Irish descent, but an American. He had clear skin, blond, almost white hair, and sparkling blue eyes. JJ was about 5-11 and slim--the total preppy. He had been schooled in the best prep schools in Massachusetts and was the son of wealthy Bostonians.
Sean and JJ had met at a summer resort in New Hampshire. JJ was there with his mother, step-father and sister on vacation. Sean was there on a student work visa, a waiter in the grand dining room of the Lodge, living in the employee dormitory. Both guys were gay--neither really in the closet, but neither broadcasting sexual preference at the conservative resort. (Sean had been careful to preserve his hetero cred at the Lodge, and JJ was still experimenting.) They were attractive, masculine young men. They had linked in JJ's bed (at JJ's invitation) and in several all night encounters, in one of which JJ confessed family abuse, and bonded at the Lodge and for several weeks in Boston after Sean was dismissed from the Lodge (at the urging of JJ's step-father, for reasons not relevant here--or true).
JJ's family was really messed up. The last "man of the house" had been his mother's third husband. He was a philandering bi tennis pro, 20 years younger than the mother. (The hunky Dad had fucked Sean a few times at the Lodge and had abused his step son previously in Boston.) In fact, both of JJ's parents had lovers--many and serial--on the side. JJ's mother had, somewhat hypocritically, called Peter out during the vacation, announced that she had sold the family business in which the pro had been employed as an executive, and threw him out. This had resulted in a stormy but quick divorce, thanks to a carefully negotiated pre-nup. Mother was already dating again--this time, a man 25 years younger. JJ's sister was mentally incompetent because of an infant accident. In short, the family was completely dysfunctional--as JJ's demeanor reflected it. To escape the family issues and to see if a relationship with Sean might develop, JJ had decided to go to Dublin for a year where he knew Sean was enrolling. Sean was his first love--he had fallen deep and fast.
JJ had taken an apartment in the BC residence on the edge of the Trinity campus. It was large, and he insisted he wanted to be "alone" (no room-mate). BC gave him anything he wanted as his family had been major benefactors for years, and of course he could afford it. Then he had invited Sean to move into the second bedroom of the suite. A combination of concern for JJ's psyche, perhaps affection, and lack of funds convinced Sean to accept.
Today was their official first day. Late in the day, Sean and JJ met back at the apartment. They compared class schedules--and realized that they were similar--and in fact both had signed up for a course in Irish History and Culture--a large lecture, team taught by the renowned professors of the College, mandatory for all students, but with smaller sections led by TA's, made up of students of similar backgrounds and achievement. Thus, they would share the lectures, but not the section/seminars. All of their other classes were different, but met on the same mornings and afternoons. Sean was set to achieve third year status after only one year, provided he did well in the intermediate courses that continued his advanced placement work in secondary school. This was a unique feature of Irish higher ed: secondary school advanced placement counted only if the student took a more advanced course at the university and passed. This avoided the need for AP exams and more or less equalized the opportunities of students from good or not so good prep schools.
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JJ was glowing and smiling. Everything had worked out as he had planned. For two weeks in August, Sean had shared his bed at the Beacon Hill townhouse--while his mother remained on vacation. They had toured all of Boston, eaten at a few of the iconic restaurants, and spent hours teasing each other in bed and exploring various sexual permutations. Sean was well-endowed with a long, thick uncut cock--and he knew how to use it. He was an affectionate and considerate partner. Although JJ was a preferred bottom, Sean insisted that JJ top from time to time (on the assumption that doing so might help JJ to overcome his feelings of inadequacy and guilt because of the childhood abuse). And Sean was making deposits inside JJ on a regular basis--often several times a day. Each time he did so, he was careful to insure that JJ experienced the same relief. JJ was becoming addicted. He was already pretty sure he wanted to spend his life with Sean. Presumably the next year would provide the answers.
Sean was also insisting on daily workouts. He didn't want to lose his tone--and he wanted to see JJ bulk up a bit to enhance his self-confidence. Sean didn't want a partner whose psyche had been permanently damaged by an abusive step-father. Nor did he want a dependent twink partner. He understood that trying to change someone while starting a sexual relationship was dangerous stuff. But, he thought he could pull it off--and JJ was worth it, even if they didn't end up together. Sean was effectively practicing psychiatry and sexual healing--without a license, by providing affection, conversation and healthy sexual experience.
A week ago they had flown in to Dublin; then bussed to Cork. Sean had invited JJ to visit his home and meet his parents before the school year opened. Sean's mother had picked them up at the bus station and driven them to the small farm they owned just outside Cork. The farm was a typical Irish family farm--small, not commercial, with a small vegetable plot and a barn with a few animals. This was not the family business, just the normal way of traditional life for middle class Irish who preferred the country to the city.
O'Connor's Pub (The Double Orb--a name of nondescript origin, but identified from the two golden globes in the sign over the entrance) was a mainstay in the small village, serving as eating and drinking spot, de facto town hall, and rec center for most of the adults of the community. It had the largest TV--in fact several--and thus was ground zero for major sporting events: football (soccer), rugby, curling, and cricket. Cork had a second tier football squad which was followed closely by everyone who was attached to the pub. On game days, the pub was packed and the beer and whiskey flowed. Fortunately, most patrons lived within walking distance of the small town center.
At the station, Sean's mother, Fiona, greeted her son with a bear hug; then stood back to scan his body--reasonably pleased that he had not lost weight--or gained weight (as she was told was likely in America). "You're looking okay, son. I guess you're getting enough to eat. I'll be able to let you go to Trinity after all." She laughed deeply as Sean reddened. She had not intended a double entendre, but he had heard one. And so had JJ who smiled and turned aside. He, of course, had been the source of most of the eating for the last month.
Fiona was a large, strong woman. She had obviously been engaged in labor for much of her life--at the farm and in the pub. JJ noted where Sean had gotten his red hair and freckles. She had a massive bird's nest of red curls and in the late summer, the freckles totally covered her face, arms and neck. Fiona was dressed in a two piece grey wool outfit, "business proper", brightened only by a fake silk corsage that drew out the deep green of her eyes--which she had also bequeathed to her youngest son. "Now who is this nice young lad, you've brought with you?"
"Ma, this is JJ Mcgrath. He's from Boston. He's going to be my roommate at Trinity next week. I met him this summer at the Lodge, and we've become friends. He's taking his junior year at Boston College at Trinity. He came over to Ireland with me on the plane, but the dorms don't open until Sunday, and registration is not until Monday. So I thought we could play hosts for a few days and show him some of the real Ireland."
"Of course. Welcome JJ. Is that your real name?"
"No, it's John Jacob McGrath, ma'am. My father was a third generation Irish-American. My mother's family is from Birmingham--England, not Alabama." JJ decided not to go into family details. They were painful, and probably would set him off on the wrong foot with this Irish Catholic matron that he had heard so much about from Sean. But, at least he was part Irish--and to the Irish, blood was almost as important as religion.
