Page 82 of Repentance and Absolution
Perhaps I should have started slower, because Oscar expelled a loud grunt and jerked, causing water to splash out of the tub. I pulled off in a flash as his eyes went wide and he turned his head toward the door.
Sure enough, footsteps sounded outside and a knock followed.
“Everything okay in there?” Irene said.
“Yes,” I said, too quick to allay suspicions. “Fine. Oscar just stubbed his toe.”
“Oh dear. I wish that room was bigger.”
“He’s just finishing up. We’ll be coming out for more hot water soon so’s I can have a soak.”
“There’s two more pots on the stove, ready whenever you are.”
“Thank you kindly.”
We heard Irene walk away. Oscar’s dick was still at attention, mostly because I’d been stroking it softly through that whole conversation while he tried not to choke on the sounds he wanted to make.
Our gazes met, and I narrowed my eyes.
I mouthed the word ‘quiet’, and he nodded.
I leaned forward, and this time took him into my mouth slowly as he clutched the edges of the towel and watched. He smelled of soap and water and man, and I breathed him in. I circled his thighs with my hands to hold him steady while I went to work, feasting on his cock as quietly as I could until he gasped and flooded my mouth with his spend.
His look of gratitude and the untidiness of his damp-dry hair gave me everything I needed as I reached into my trousers and pulled my dick out of my union suit. I shoved the cloth from the tub into my mouth to stifle my noises as I brought myself off in a few harsh yanks, shuddering and spending o’er my fingers.
Then Oscar stepped out of the tub, steadying himself on my shaking shoulder, and knelt on the mat in front of me, licking all of it up while I looked on in amazement.
When he was done, he smirked from under his lashes, and whispered, “I reckon you don’t even need a bath now, Jimmy, I cleaned you up so good.”
I rolled my eyes and wiped my mouth. “Hmm, it might seem suspicious if I didn’t.”
“I suppose.”
I grabbed another towel and dried Oscar’s lightly haired legs while he watched.
“I feel like the Queen now. You’re a lovely houseboy,” he said, resting his hand on the top of my head. “I reckon I could get used to this.”
“Better not,” I said, pushing off the floor. “Now get dressed so you can help me refresh the tub. It’s time for my soak.”
“Well, it’s a good thing we both got off because I’d probably wanna get in there with you.”
“In this tub, that would be a pretty tight fit.”
“I don’t think I’d mind.”
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Once we were bathed, dry and dressed in clean clothes, we made our way out of the cozy bedroom and into the kitchen where Irene and Clarence had cleared the table and set out a checkerboard.
Clarence went in and banked the fire in the bedroom, and he and I emptied the tub, then dragged it out to the mud-room in back where t’was stored. While we were doing that, a wolf howled close by—then another and another after that, until a whole chorus of wolves were howling in the night, sounding so near to us that I started to worry about the horses in the barn.
Clarence and I exchanged a sober glance, then we went back into the house. Irene and Oscar were sitting at the table. They glanced at us, their faces grim and pale.
“You hear that?” I said.
“Yep,” Oscar muttered. “They’re close.”
“Too close,” I agreed. “I don’t like it.”
