The Hathaway

Bath-time Frolic

“What happened?” Sylvia didn't seem too concerned. Sabina was obviously fine.

“I'm not sure,” Beth answered, “But it was strange. She started singing.”

“Singing?” I looked at Ben in alarm, “What song?”

“Nothing I recognized, just la la la and lo lo lo, but the melody was beautiful, too beautiful if you ask me.” Sylvia looked up and caught Ben and I giving each other a worried look.

“What do you guys know?” she chided. But before we could answer, the kids came charging in excitedly discussing the movie and whooping in joy when they saw the sundaes bar laid out for them.

Ben and I pulled Beth away from the noisy activity and he asked, “Where there any words?”

“No,” she said, “just notes and syllables, no real words. But it was weird.”

“In what way?” I asked.

“Well, I can't really say what it was, but it was sort of like she wasn't singing alone. I couldn't hear any other voice but hers, and yet, her voice sounded like the voice of a crowd, not creepy or anything like that, just richer than normal.”

Sylvia managed to step away from the excited teenagers and joined us. She looked directly at me as if to accuse me and asked, “So what's going on?”

We told them about the ruins and apologized for neglecting to explain why we thought they should steer clear of that area. “I figured we had a little time before it became an issue,” I added. “After all, it was over two years before we discovered them.”

“She led me right to them,” Beth explained. “It was as if she knew something was there and she wanted to see it.”

“Is she alright? Is she still acting like herself?” Ben voiced his concern while glancing over at the group. She was interacting with everyone just fine while still maintaining her spot on the edge. Nothing seemed to have changed.

“She seemed to glaze over for a second while she was singing, but I shook her shoulder and she came out of it. Then she just smiled and said 'I think I'm going to like it here'. Odd thing to say, don't you think?”

I didn't know what to think. “We'll put some caution tape up tomorrow and get a fence up as soon as possible, until then, it might be good to keep them occupied a little closer to the building. Everyone agreed that there was no need to make a big deal of it, and we decided it was time for us to head upstairs for the evening.

It was still early, but the day had been eventful, and we were both in need of something to help us unwind. Ben decided to sit quietly for a while and work on a doily he had started crocheting for our new living room. I decided to soak in a nice warm tub for an hour or so before bed. After about forty-five minutes, Ben appeared at the door. “That's enough of that for one night,” he said. “Thought I'd check in with you and see if you needed a hand.”

He took off his shirt and knelt at the side of the tub. I laid back and let him do whatever he wanted. He started by rubbing the wet washcloth across my chest and belly, then worked his way up to my neck and the sides of my face, kissing me softly as he went. “lean forward,” he ordered, and I complied. From the back of my head, he worked his way down my back, occasionally including the side of my chest and belly, but clearly making his way to a destination. His hand eventually reached my ass and I did my best to lean forward a little more so he could continue as far as he wanted, but he couldn't manage to get his hand under.

“Just a minute,” I offered, and drew my legs under me so I was sitting on them instead of my ass. He took full advantage of this instantly and I felt him washing my ass crack, at first with the towel, but then with his fingers. He made his way around my taint and gave my balls a little tug and squeeze, causing me to fall forward a bit. I placed my hands on the floor of the tub in front of me and leaned forward a little more. It was just enough to raise my ass slightly out of the water. I heard him let out a low moan of appreciation and felt his hands once again spreading my cheeks. Suddenly his whole face was in there and he was working his tongue into my freshly washed pucker. My eyes rolled back and I was lost in the pleasure he was giving me.

He lifted me out of the tub and dried me off , then picking me up by the ass, he carried me to the bed. This time he laid me down and paused to look. My legs were hanging off the edge of the bed and he stood between my knees, running his hands along my thighs and up toward my hips. I ran my hands along his hairy forearms and tried to shepherd his hands to my rock hard dick. He had other ideas. He took my hands and placed them on the buckle of his belt, wanting me to release the clearly growing bulge in his pants.

When I opened the front of his pants I was surprised to see his cock had already escaped his underwear through the fly and it was ready to go. I wanted all of him, though, and made him remove all his clothes before I consented to touch his dick. Before long we were lying side by side on the bed, head to toe, deep in a passionate sixty-nine. He wasn't just sucking my dick, however. He was also licking and tonguing my ass, and fingering me for all he was worth. He knew how much I loved having him in my ass, and enjoyed the appreciation I showed for his efforts. I decided to return the favor and began working on his hole. He didn't enjoy it as much as I did, but he certainly enjoyed it when I fucked him, and that was where I was heading.

I removed my hips from his reach and focused all my energy on opening him up so he could enjoy the ride. First two fingers, then three, then a medium sized dildo we kept for just such occasions. Finally I slipped my dick in and he let out a loud gasp and a contented moan. I immediately pulled out and heard his disappointment, but I wanted to see his face, so I quickly rolled him onto his back and threw his legs over my shoulders so I could plow him even deeper. This time I thrust in in quickly and hard. He let out a roar of pleasure and rolled his eyes back as he became lost in the moment.

I loved watching the pleasure on his face when I fucked him. Everything else melted away and I could see who he really was. Not just the muscles and beautiful red hair, but the bliss that resided in his heart, in a place that only I could reach. I knew he had been with other men, as had I, but no one could take me to the places he could, and I knew that even if and when he took another lover, I would always be his first anal experience, and he would always carry the feel of my cock in his ass as the real thing. We played long and hard, deep into the night before falling into a deep contented sleep.

In the morning we decided to have breakfast with the kids, so after our showers, we marched down the stairs to their kitchen. As we entered they all stood up to clap and cheer. The staff just smiled and giggled. Kevin, one of the boys who had been looking at Helmut, said with a smile, “That was quite a performance last night. Do we get to look forward to that every night?”

Ben and I looked a each other and blushed. We had not thought about our noise levels last night, and I managed to mutter a weak, “Sorry.”

Kevin's friend, Chad, piped up, “Don't apologize, It's good to know that even old guys can still do it.”

“Old?!” Ben was affronted. “Now just a minute!”

The staff were in hysterics, and even I found that response quite amusing. I pulled Ben back by the arm, “Now you know how it feels. Wait till you hit thirty.” I leaned over and kissed him on the cheek. At that point another round of cheers broke out and the kids started making kissy noises to tease us. “Yup, that's right,” I said to our new audience as I began to pour myself a bowl of cereal. “We actually love each other and you might see us kiss now and then. Get used to it.”

Keven muttered, “At least that's not as loud as last night.”

I sat next to him, and said, “And we have sex too. I'm sorry we were so loud last night, we sort of got used to having the place to ourselves. We'll try to keep it down in the future.”

He grunted and “I guess,” at me in the way that teenagers do, but it was clear he wasn't really upset.

Helmut came in and pulled me and Sylvia aside. “The protesters are back in full force,” he said. “Should I call the cops?”

“Are they blocking the road or our entrance?” Sylvia seemed to be expecting this.

“No,” he said, “sometimes a few of them walk across our entrance, but no one is just standing in it.

“Then no,” she answered. “Unless they block our way there's nothing the cops can do. Besides, I had a talk with the kids about them yesterday and they are curious to see them. We are planning a day trip to town so the kids can get the lay of the land and maybe do a little school shopping at the same time. If the protesters try to stop us, then we will call the police.” It sounded like she had everything in hand, so I kissed Ben goodbye and headed off to work.

Things had settled down over the last week, and I had even managed to have a couple of civil interactions with Evelyn, but on a purely professional level only. She still exuded disapproval and a sense of her own moral superiority. Before I could even reach my office I was surrounded by co-workers asking how the kids were, and voicing their disapproval of the protesters. Evidently the protest had once again been widely covered. I was just thankful that there were no pictures of the kids, although, I expected the protesters would soon resort to trying to drag them into it.

“So, You weren't murdered in your sleep.” Evelyn and a few of her equally hateful cronies stood at a distance. “Surprising. What kinds of drugs did they bring with them, or haven't you bothered to look yet?”

The circle of friends who surrounded me fell silent. I stepped forward and asked. “Why? Why are you so hateful towards these kids who are just trying to grow up, just like your grand-kids?”

He smug smile turned ugly and she snapped, “Don't you dare compare them to my babies. None of mine are queer hooligans like those criminals you're harboring.” A few of my colleges gasped at her use of language. I knew that I could file a complaint for her use of such language, but I decided to take the high road.

“None of the children at Hope House are criminals, a couple of them have had substance abuse problems, not uncommon when you get thrown out on the streets at the age of fourteen, and some have had to resort to stealing or other unsavory tactics just to feed themselves, but they are children. They need the nurture of a stable home, and that's what we're trying to offer them. Why won't you help save them instead of throwing them away like their parents did?”

I caught a glimpse of internal struggle before she turned stone-faced and answered, “They have broken the laws of God and man, no matter what their age is. They deserve no pity.”

I sighed. I hadn't expected her to change on a dime. “I'm sure it would be different if it were one of your grand-babies, but I guess...”

She strode forward and stood nose to nose with me, glaring into my eyes. In a tightly controlled voice she hissed, “None of my grand-babies are faggots.” Even her own contingent was horrified at this, and a couple of them stepped forward and guided her away from me. I made no movement in response to her verbal attack, but I stood my ground and waited for them to lead her away. As she left she turned and laughed, “Next time you want to keep a secret, don't take a day off.”