The Hathaway

Sexual Energy

Helmut looked haggard when he showed up for breakfast the next morning, but Ben and I had an idea what might be behind it. He just smiled at us and headed out to the carriage house to prepare for the inspection. Kevin also looked tired, as he had yesterday morning. Again, he didn’t speak much but ate his breakfast and got ready for the bus. Once they were off, I asked the night supervisor, “Have you noticed anything odd down here at night?”

“Like what?” she asked in seeming innocence.

“I don’t know, like any strange noises or anything weird going on around the kid’s bedrooms?”

“Not really, just the sounds of an old house at night, you know, the occasional bump or snap, and then, of course there are the sounds of the appliances.” She cocked her head and wondered, “It is weird, though. Some nights the hum of the refrigerator is louder than others. Never really thought about it, just figured that machines are funny that way, or maybe I was just imagining it.”

“Really?” Ben jumped in. “How long has it been doing this?” Then looking at me he added, “It’s brand new, maybe we need to have someone come in and look at it.”

“Oh, not long.” she offered, “Just the last few nights, maybe a week, I’m not sure.”

As I was getting ready to leave for work, I asked Ben, “What do you think?”

“I think we need to check in with Helmut. Remember, Andi said he wanted to talk to us about Kevin’s masturbation. Maybe he noticed something.” I agreed and we headed to the carriage house.

Helmut was moving the boxes around, trying to make them inconspicuous when we entered. “I hear you wanted to talk to us about Kevin,” I said, getting right to the point.

He looked up for a second, then continuing with his task, said, “Yeah, just a little strange, but nothing serious.” He finished moving the last box and stood to face us. “I mean, he’s a teenager, and even as old as I am I can understand. Hell, when I was his age I’d be pulling that pud four and five times a day. It’s a wonder I didn’t die of dehydration. So it doesn’t surprise me that he seems to be whacking off constantly. He’s been teaching the other boys different techniques and styles, quite the jerk off prodigy if you ask me.”

“Yeah, we ran into them in the woods the other day,” Ben added with a grin.

“In the woods, in their rooms, in the empty rooms, at the top of the stairs just outside your door…”

“What?! The nerve!” I laughed.

“Yeah,” Helmut agreed, “That kid’s got balls. He’s probably doing it in the bathroom at school, and I wouldn’t be surprised if you get a call because they catch him doing it in class as well. He’s got a libido on him, that’s for sure.”

“Is that what you’re worried about?” I asked, “That he’ll get caught at school?”

“Nah, let him. Part of growing up, learning where you can and can’t get your dick out. No, It’s just that when he’s going at it around here…” he hesitated for a moment, not sure how to voice his experience. “Well, sometimes I can feel him doing it. Not like I can feel his dick or his hands, just, I don’t know, his energy.”

Ben and I looked at each other in silence, then turning back to Helmut, Ben demanded, “Describe it.”

“It’s funny, like my ears are ringing. Usually it gives me a boner, but I don’t get turned on or anything, just hard. Once I was working in the woods and He snuck into the trees near me without realizing I was there. Before I could do anything he had his dick out and was going at it full force. I just kept on doing my job, trying to ignore him. But my ears started ringing and I got wicked hard. Then I heard him cum and the ringing stopped.” He looked at us in bewilderment. “Never seen anything like it.”

“No…” Ben seemed lost in thought.

“Alright, I’ll leave you to deal with this, I need to get to work. I’m going to be late,” I said, looking at my watch. “By the way, how was your evening with Miss M.? Did she let you cum”

Helmut rolled his eyes, “Did she ever! She tied me to the Saint Andrew’s cross and milked me all night. Kept a vibrator in my ass to keep me stimulated, and jerked me off into a fancy crystal cup at least once an hour. I must have cum six or seven times. I actually lost count after a while. Never knew I had that much cum in me.” He smirked and continued, “I’m gonna have to take a nap after the inspection. He should be here at about ten. I’ve been looking forward to christening the place, but after last night, I don’t think I’ll be able to cum for a week.”

I chuckled as I walked off to work, and was happy upon arriving to see that Evelyn had managed to slip past her son and make it to her office. I saw her through the window of her door. She was busy at her computer and a small, but significant, pile of papers was sitting in front of her on the desk, demanding her attention. I decided not to disturb her since she would have a lot to catch up with, and went straight to my office and began my daily tasks.

At lunch time Ben showed up with another picnic and we went to our usual spot. The tips of the trees were just beginning to hint at the color that was soon to surround us, but the warm weather was holding. Once we were settled I asked, “How’d the inspection go?”

“Fine,” he answered, more concerned with unpacking the sandwiches than talking about the house. “Nothing surprising. I think the inspector was more interested in seeing the ‘miracle house’ than anything else. He kept muttering that he had seen it burning, or that he couldn’t believe it. It was quite funny actually.”

“I’m sure Helmut’s happy. Has he moved in yet?”

“Oh yeah! The bed was in transit before the inspector had driven out of the driveway. Right now I’m sure he’s sound asleep up in the loft.”

I chuckled. “I wonder how long before he ‘christens’ it? I don’t believe for a minute that he’ll wait a week.”

“No, probably this afternoon as soon as he wakes up,” Ben chortled, “Ain’t nothing gonna come between him and his...pleasure.”

“So what do you think we should do about this thing that’s going on with Kevin?”

“Well, I told Helmut about what we witnessed last night and the previous experiences we had had. He got a little worried and decided that he was going to start sleeping on one of the rooms close to Kevin’s for a while, anyways, so he could keep an eye on things. As much as he wants to be in his new home, he cares about Kevin more. I mean, it was his idea and he didn’t hesitate. I even questioned the necessity since his carriage house is right outside the kitchen, but he insisted. I couldn’t talk him out of it.”

“That’s probably a good idea, though,” I commented. “I suppose we could do that, but it would probably make Kevin feel like he’s under surveillance, where Helmut has already been sleeping near there, so…”

“Yeah, Helmut already has an excuse for staying there for the next few nights, so they won’t get suspicious.” We both dove into our sandwiches and spent a moment watching the town humming in front of us. “I’m also going to go over and speak to Andi about it. Since it’s not ghosts, I thought she might have some insights as to what it could be.”

“Good idea,” I agreed. “When will you do that?”

“As soon as we’re done,” he said.

“Nice.” After another moment of focusing on our surroundings I added, “Why don’t you leave the basket with me and pick it up on your way home? That way you can fill me in on what she had to say.”

“I could do that,” he smiled.

We sat in silence, enjoying the peaceful setting. Traffic was light and only a few pedestrians populated the sidewalks of the downtown. There was a bit of activity at the church where the kids had made their thrift shop finds only a week or two ago, and one of the ladies who was helping recognized us and waved. We waved back and she spoke to one of her friends then started walking towards us. It was the lady who had been in charge of the food at our opening a few weeks ago. “Beautiful day for a picnic,” she observed as she drew close.

“Indeed,” Ben answered, inviting her to sit down. “We have an extra sandwich if you’d like to join us.”

“Aren’t you sweet. No thank you, I have already had lunch and we still have a lot to do before the weekend. I just came over to see how the children are doing. They had so much energy the last time I saw them.”

“They’re at school right now,” Ben answered, “But they’re doing well. So far so good,” He added, crossing his fingers.

“Good,” she smiled, “Not that I had any doubts. We were thinking that they probably haven’t had a chance to make many friends yet, and we wanted to let you know that the young people of our church are going on a cruise on Saturday. Nothing major, just a chance to get on one of the sailing ships in the harbor and tour around some of the islands in the bay. I think they’ll be passing the lighthouse and going a little ways out to sea. Not far, just enough that they might see some whales or porpoises. We wondered if your children might like to join in. It wouldn’t cost anything, we’ve already paid for the ship, and all they’d have to do is bring a bag lunch.”

Ben looked at me and smiled, “How thoughtful.”

“Absolutely!” I agreed. “That would be wonderful, get them out of the house for a while and doing something interesting with people their own age.”

“Splendid!” she enthused. “I’ll get the information to you today so you’ll have some time to get them ready. Five is it? We have to give a count to the owner of the boat.”

“Yes, five, two girls and three boys,” I answered. “And if you want, you can just drop the information off with me at the museum anytime this afternoon. But we want to make a donation to help with the expense of the boat.”

I pulled out my wallet and she seemed horrified. “No, that’s not necessary. We have a budget for that. I wasn’t trying to get a donation or anything.”

“I know,” I assured her as I fished some bills out and handed them to her. “but I insist. I’m sure, like most small churches, you run on a tight budget, and you have been such good neighbors, we just want to say thank you.” She smiled and took the donation with a grateful nod. I turned to Ben and said, “The kids are going to be so excited.”