Date: Sun, 13 Nov 2016 19:03:00 -0500
From: db.byron@jacobsplayhouse.com
Subject: The Mysterious Telford Part Four M/b Adult/Youth

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Chapter Four: "The Masked Man Of River Street"

After blacking out at the sight of seeing Derek brutally raping a
defenseless little boy to death; It took me a moment but I eventually
regained consciousness.  It was as my eyes were slowly opening that I saw
the face of Derek staring down at me as he knelt by my side.  He was
shaking me and crying in a way that no grown man should ever cry.

"Mark!  Mark, wake up!"  He cried.

At that point my vision further cleared and I could see that we were still
in the room with the carpeted walls.  I was laying beside a pool of my own
puke and shivering with cold, while Derek tried frantically to get me up
off the floor.  He was still only wearing his jockstrap and I was still
completely naked.  It was in this most vulnerable condition, that we found
ourselves in the most terrifying situation.

We were still in the presence of the demonic entity, that had staked a
claim on that room by forever staining it with the blood of the innocent.
He was evil.  Pure evil.  An he was now hovering there over us as Derek
helped to lift me from the floor.  His dark laughter was still echoing and
the sound of it cut right through to my very soul.

"We have to get out of here!"  Derek yelled with tears streaming down his
face.

An I looked up passed him towards the man that had overpowered the two of
us.  His face was still hidden behind the black and brown leather mask that
shielded his face, and through the hole that had been cut for his mouth; I
could see right down his throat and into the blood red bowels of his
organs.  It was as I peered passed his pale lips, that I saw what I can
only describe as hands in his mouth where his tongue should have been.

They were small and clawing at the perimeter of his open mouth.  An for a
moment, I thought I was truly seeing the hands of children reaching out to
me.  Perhaps they were trying to crawl out from within him in search of
help or at least that's the impression I was left with when I saw that.  I
don't think I have to tell you just how much that shook me to my core.  It
terrified me to no end and if Derek hadn't of been there, I probably would
have blacked out all over again.

Fortunately he was there and able to get me back to my feet.  At which
point, I began to blink my eyes rapidly to wash away what I thought was
something in my eyes.  I remember looking around and seeing a blood red fog
that had engulfed the entire room and us inside it.  It was the same eerie
fog I had seen upon first entering the room but now it also seemed to have
a life of its own somehow.  It swirled around the body of the man,
encircling him with a cloudy barrier of translucent and glowing fog.

I watched it as it snaked it's way around him, before shooting into the
walls of the room and splashing upon the carpet like water.  That's when
the walls began to drip with blood and out of the splashes appeared the
bodies of other children.  They hung from the walls by chains, hooks and
other sharp objects.  All of them young, both boys and girls.

It was in that terrifying moment of unexpected clarity, that I felt the
pain and anguish of those poor little souls as they cried out over the
sound of the man's persistent dark laughter.  I didn't know who they were
or how they had found themselves in this demon's lair but I knew in my
heart of hearts; That he had tortured, murdered and mutilated every single
one of them right there in that room.

By this time, Derek had finally gotten me standing upright again and the
two of us began fighting to get out of the room.  However, the door was
closed and it was not budging no matter how hard we fought to get it open.

"Let us out of here!"  I screamed at the top of my lungs but that only made
the man's laughter grow louder.

He stood behind us and laughed hysterically, while Derek and I fought and
pleaded for a way out of there.  I think that's when the thought occurred
to me, that perhaps this door was similar to that of a trap.  One that once
was closed, could only be opened from the outside.  An that's when for some
reason, I thought to call out for help.

"HELP!"  I screamed and Derek joined me, "HELP!!!!!"

Now I can't explain what happened then but for some reason the man stopped
laughing and the room was filled with an eerie silence.  It was so creepy
that we both turned around at the same time and saw that the man was no
longer standing there.  He had inexplicably vanished and taken with him
every thing that we had been shown; Leaving behind an empty room with the
two of us standing at the door and our tools laying there on the floor.

I was just about to reach down for the crowbar to use it to force the door
open, when all of a sudden we heard a clinking sound.  Then the doorknob
jiggled and turned as the door popped open all on it's own.  That's when
Derek reached his hand around through the opening and pulled it the rest of
the way open so that we could escape.  We rushed out and into the hallway,
where we dropped to our knees and thanked God for letting us out of there.

Mind you, I wasn't much of a religious person but if God hadn't opened the
door, than I didn't know who did; Because when we got out into that
hallway, there was no one to be found.  We were kneeling on our hands and
knees in an empty hallway, scared and shaking and there wasn't a soul
around.

"Thank you Jesus!  Thank you Lord!"  Derek prayed as the last of his tears
dripped from his face.

Moments later, he stood up and I saw that unlike myself, he had not escaped
the room unscathed.  Although it was possible on some level to believe that
everything we had experienced could have been explained away as some
powerful hallucination, there was no way to explain away the welts that had
been left on Derek's back.

It was almost as soon as I saw them, that he remarked, "My back feels like
it's on fire."

That's when I realized, that he had no memory of being whipped by the man.
Not only that but he had no memory of having fucked the little boy either.
As we walked down the hallway to the bathroom, he explained that the last
thing he remembered was walking into the room armed with a hammer and
seeing some sort of shadowy black figure.

This came as a shock to me as I now knew that we had very different
memories of the very same experience.  I had memories of a much more vivid
and detailed experience, while he had a very limited and almost cloudy
memory of the events.  It was almost impossible to believe that such a
thing were possible.  Could two people be at the same place at the same
time and yet see two different versions of the same events?

Needless to say, this preoccupied my thoughts as I escorted him into the
bathroom and helped him to wash his back with a cold washcloth.  It did
little to reduce the size of the welts but it did help with the pain
somewhat.  Seeing him hurting like that I felt somehow responsible for what
had happened to him.  An I wished that I had, had something better for
which to sooth his pain.

Unfortunately, I didn't have anything on hand to treat such an injury and
so after washing his back with water the two of us stepped out of the
bathroom.  We were still shaken up and in no mood to go back to bed.  I
mean, there was no way either of us was going to sleep after all that.
Nope, there was no chance of that.  So instead, we ran upstairs to get
dressed and then headed downstairs to the lobby to wait for morning to
come.

It was there, that I thought to check the breaker box that the electrician
and I had found earlier in the day.  You know, the one that had the jumper
cables connected to it.  An would you believe that when I did, I found that
the breakers had been switched back on?  Seeing that, I just knew that it
had something to do with the evil man up in that room.

In some weird way it made sense to me.  The rebar inside the wall went
straight up into that room and with all that power coursing through them, I
had a feeling that he was somehow feeding on it like some sort of succubus.

Unfortunately for him, his feeding frenzy was coming to an end that night.
I snatched a hold off the breakers and switched them off with force, before
pulling them each from the box; Permanently severing the power connection.
Derek watched me as I carried them out the front door and then he waited
while I streaked across the yard to the garbage can near the street.

There I tossed them all into the trash and drug the can out to the street
for collection the following morning.  I felt relatively confident, that
without his source of power, that the dark presence would now be somehow
confined to that room.

However, I may have failed to take into account the incredible and
unmatched ability of quartz crystal to store electrical energy.  As the
paranormal investigators had tried to tell me days before, the walls of
this building were like a sponge, that soaked up all the energy that
coursed through them and stored it for later release.

That meant that after having been supplied a little power, it was now only
a matter of time before it would be released again.  The only question was
when and how it was going to present itself again.  I tried not to dwell on
what I didn't know but I'll admit, from that moment on I was waiting with
angst for something else to happen.

Thankfully nothing did happen and the two of us were able to rest our eyes
as we sat on the couch in the lobby, waiting for the sun to rise.  It was
as the sunlight peered through the trees and shined in through the windows,
that we got up from the couch and headed outside.  Just opening the front
door came as a great relief to us.  The cool morning air welcomed us and we
each soon began to hunger for breakfast.

Knowing that the rest of the construction crew wouldn't be arriving for a
few hours, we decided to go into town and try out the local restaurants.
Well, I saw restaurants but there was really only the one.  It was a small
family owned bar and grill that also served breakfast, lunch and dinner.
We hopped into my truck and I drove us the few short blocks to the
restaurant.

Once there, we stepped inside and had a seat at a table in the back corner
near a window.  There were only a few locals inside eating breakfast when
we arrived but they had all their eyes on us, while we dined.  I can't say
exactly why they were staring but it sure felt unnerving.  Regardless, I
tried to shrug off the unwanted attention and when the waitress approached
our table, we ordered some coffee and breakfast.

Afterwards, Derek and I got to talking about what we'd gone through and
looking back on it, perhaps we shouldn't have.  Not only did we begin to
scare ourselves but those locals were clearly listening to our every word.
Eventually one of them got up from his table and approached us.

He was an older white man with gray hair, dressed in blue jeans and a
sweater.

He pulled up a chair and asked, "Pardon me fellas but are you talking about
the old Telford place?"

We nodded and I replied, "As a matter of fact we are.  You know it well?"

"You could say that."  He replied, "I've lived here my whole life and I've
likely walked passed that old place a good thousand times by now but in all
those times, I never once set foot inside."

"Why's that?"  I asked curiously.

"Because the devil dwells behind those doors."  He replied quite seriously
in a creepy tone of voice.

It was enough to send the goosebumps up my arms and I looked to Derek; Who
was staring back at me with fear in his eyes.

Just then the waitress returned with our coffee and placed the cups upon
the table.  She had clearly overheard what the man had just said and
promptly spoke up.

"Oh stop it, Clarence."  She said, "Don't be scaring my customers with
those old ghost stories."

That's when Derek said, "It ain't no ghost story, ma'am.  We seen the devil
last night and we're damn lucky to have gotten out of there alive."

Hearing that, the waitress stopped and backed away from the table very
slowly.  I swear to you, that in that moment you could have heard a pin
drop in the restaurant.  Not a person was moving and each seemed to be
holding their breath as they waited for the next frighting word to be
spoken.

That's when the man who had sat down with us, looked to Derek and asked,
"Tell me, did you see his face?"

Of course, Derek had to shake his head no, because he had not seen him the
way I had.  He had only the memory of a shadowy figure.

But I had seen the man in detail and turned to say, "He hides his face with
a black and brown leather mask."

That must have been the detail that everyone was just waiting to hear
brought to light; Because once I'd said it, everyone in the restaurant got
up and left in a hurry.  The sound of chairs sliding and the bell on the
door ringing as they rushed out of the place, sent chills down my spine and
struck further fear in Derek.  I kid you not, have you ever seen a black
man turn white?  Well, he damn sure did.  He nearly dropped his cup of
coffee as the placed emptied out.

However, the man who had joined us didn't get up and the waitress didn't
walk away.  The two of them just stood there in shock and disbelief at what
I'd just said.

Then the man turned to the waitress and said, "Sweetie, how 'bout you bring
us a fresh pot."

She nodded and stepped away to retrieve the pot of coffee as requested;
While the man proceeded to explain to us the dark and lurid history of 'The
Masked Man of River Street' as he called him.

"The Masked Man of River Street and The Telford go back almost as far as
the hotel itself."  He said in a calm and yet eerie voice, "No one knows
his real name or just exactly where he came from but the story goes, that
he came to White Springs by rail and in the dead of night back in the
winter of 1910."

"Some say he was a traveler.  Some say he was a businessman.  But all
agree, that he only came to our town in order to commit the most heinous of
crimes."  He explained, "Upon the very first day of his arrival, children
began to go missing all over town.  Some boys, some girls but not a one a
day over 10yrs old."

"The town searched high and low for them little darlings but they didn't
find them soon enough.  No one knows quite how he managed it but he kept
them all in his hotel room the whole time; Without once raising suspicion.
That is until the smell of their dead bodies got the attention of the other
guests."  He continued, "That's when they found them all, chained to the
walls of his room.  He'd beaten, raped, tortured and mutilated them poor
things so badly that not a one could be recognized.  Not even by their own
parents."

Hearing that, I thought back to what I'd seen and it very nearly made me
sick to my stomach again.

"As punishment for what he'd done, the town folk strung him up by the neck
in the old oak tree outside The Telford.  There he hung for three full days
for all to see.  That is until, a storm came blowing through and the old
tree toppled over in the wind.  It struck the hotel and the man's body hit
the ground.  But when the town folk came to survey the damage, they
couldn't find him."

This for some reason seemed to ring true to me and also helped to explain
the damage to the outside of the hotel.  It was a simple explanation and
one that I had never heard until now.  Just then, the waitress returned
with our breakfast and the pot of coffee.

She set the down on the table and took a step back, before saying, "It's
said that in the middle of the storm, the witch came and claimed his body
for her own."

That's when the man looked to her and asked rather coyly, "Now who's
telling ghost stories?"

"It ain't no story, it's the truth."  She said before continuing, "The
witch dragged his body back to her house, just down the street from The
Telford.  An there she went to carving him up like a roast.  She chopped
off his balls and drained he devils seed from 'em to impregnate herself.
She was a wretched thing she was.  Just as evil as him if you ask me."

Hearing that the witch had become pregnant, I just had to ask, "So you're
saying she gave birth to a devil baby?  What happened to the kid?"

The man turned to me and replied, "No one knows for sure but the rumor is
that she went out into the woods to give birth to 'em.  It's said that it
crawled out from within her molten hot vagina and set fire to the woods.
An more than half the town burned in the blaze..."

I knew there had been a fire in the town's past but I never would have
thought, that the locals would attribute it to something as far out as the
birth of a devil baby.  This had to be some mythical tale conjured up by
overactive imaginations.  It was simply too unreal to be believed.  Even
Derek was starting to have second thoughts about the believably of it all.

Not wanting to insult the two, who clearly took the old tale to heart;
Derek and I kindly tried to show that we believed what they had said and
finished eating our breakfast.  After which, we paid and thanked them for
having shared their story with us.  An than we got back in the truck and
hightailed it back to the hotel.

"Them folks is nuts."  Derek said and I nodded in agreement.

"Yeah, that's what I'm saying.  Can't be any truth that shit.  There just
can't be."  I said as we pulled up to the property.

After returning, Derek and I agreed not to mention anything we'd been told
or anything that had happened to us to the men on the construction crew;
Out of fear that they would not complete the work and possibly never return
to the hotel at all.  He didn't like the idea of keeping knowledge of the
haunting from his crew but I promised him that in return I wouldn't ask for
their help with anything inside the hotel.

We both felt that was an acceptable arrangement, because at least that way
none of them would be at risk of being attacked or terrified by the spirit
of the masked man or indeed any of the ghosts that walked the halls of The
Telford.  We both felt that as long as they kept to the outside all would
be well.  An as construction resumed on the veranda, it was.  The activity
remained confined within the walls of the hotel and not a single one of the
workers were any the wiser.

They arrived not long after we'd returned and went back to work restoring
the wooden two-tier veranda.  It was while they worked, that I decided to
take a walk down River Street.  I left the hotel property and started
heading west towards the house that the man and waitress from the
restaurant had spoke about.

The location was only two houses down from the hotel and upon arriving to
it's white picket fence, the gorgeous, white, two-story Victorian home; Had
me in awe of it's beauty and design.  Soon I'd come to learn that this was
known as the Sophie Jane Adams House.  It had been built in the 1800's and
was one of the historical buildings in town.  Just looking upon it, I could
see why the folks back at the restaurant had referred to it as 'The Witch's
House', that's because there in the peak of the roof sat a prominently
displayed pentagram.

Now that might not have meant anything but it sure gave me the willies as I
stared up at it and thought back to what they had told me.  Could a witch
had really lived there and had she actually stolen the body of the masked
man in order to steal his seaman to impregnate herself?  It was definitely
an interesting story and conjured up some fantastically wicked ideas but
surely it wasn't all true.  At least, that's what I was telling myself as I
stood there admiring the building from the sidewalk outside.

Captivated by the beauty of the old building, I gave a second glance to the
pentagram and noticed that it wasn't inverted.  Which I'd always been led
to believe meant that it was not belonging to that of a dark witch.  So
considering that, I began to think that if a witch had in fact lived there;
Perhaps she wasn't as evil as the town folk had convinced themselves.

I continued to stand there thinking about all this for several minutes,
until someone stepped outside through the front door and asked me if they
could help me.  It was an older white woman with curly gray hair and she
was dressed in a beautiful flowing white dress.

"I'm just having a look around."  I replied gracefully, "My name's Mark and
I'm the new owner of The Telford.  This is a beautiful place you've got
here."

"Well, thank you Mark."  She said, "I'm Sophia.  I'm so glad to see The
Telford is finally getting some renovations.  That's one old hotel you've
got there.  Not as old as this one mind you but old and historical still."

That's when I happened to notice the sign in the front yard and realized
that the Adam's House was also a Bed and Breakfast.

"If you'd like to come in and have a look around, you're more than welcome
neighbor."  She said and kindly opened the gate for me.

I stepped through and shook her hand, before following her up to the house.
I was really impressed with the way the building had been kept up over the
years and hoped that in due time, The Telford would be just as beautifully
restored as the Adam's House.

Once inside, the owner showed me around and gave me a tour of the whole
place.  We walked from room to room as she told me a bit of the history.
It was very pleasant inside the house and felt warm and inviting.  Which
was unexpected, considering my hotel lacked that warmth and inviting
feeling.  I'd first thought it was simply the weather but that was not the
case.  Here the vibe was noticeably different from my place and I wondered
why.  Was it something I needed to work on?  I wondered to myself.

I think we must have walked through nearly every room, before I noticed
that she had purposely walked me passed one of the rooms without even
mentioning what it was.  That seemed rather odd to me, since it was along
the same hallway that we were currently walking.  So I brought it to her
attention and inquired about it.

That's when she stopped, turned to me and said, "That room is off limits to
visitors.  We keep it locked at all times."

Then she glanced over towards a security camera that was mounted in the
corner of the hallway.  She didn't say why it was there but from the look
she gave me, I quickly deduced that it was there to monitor the door to the
room.  We had yet to resume walking, when all of a sudden we heard
something fall and we both knew it had come from inside the room.

"Are you going to see what that was?"  I asked.

She looked at the door and softly replied, "I'm sure it's nothing."

However, just as she said that we heard another loud crash and we each
jumped back.  That's when she turned to me and I could have sworn an ice
cold chill came over the two of us.  It blew through the hallway and left
us each standing there riveted to the spot.  It didn't take me long to
realize, that just like me, she had herself a haunted room; That she too
feared entering.

Not wanting to scare her further, I placed my hand on the door and said
very calmly, "You know, I have a room just like this back at The Telford.
There's something or someone in there and just like you, I don't much care
for it."

That's when she asked, "Do you hear the screams?"

I nodded my head slowly and replied, "All the time.  At all hours of the
day and night."

"How do you handle it?"  She asked curiously.

To which I replied, "I'm guessing the same way you do.  I locked it away
and avoided it all costs.  Well, that is until last night."

Just then I felt the door move and I pulled my hand back, just as the
doorknob began to jiggle and we watched it open all on it's own.  Seeing
this, she looked back towards the camera in the corner and I just knew she
was hoping that it was catching what we were seeing.  It took only a few
seconds for the door to unlock and pop itself open a few inches but once it
had, I had to go inside to check it out.

I knew the owner was none to pleased with the idea but she followed me as I
slowly pushed the door open and stepped inside the small room.  That's when
I got the surprise of my life.  You see, there in the corner of the room
sat a display case and inside the case was the very same mask that I had
seen being worn by the demonic man that inhabited the room with the
carpeted walls.

As I looked upon it, Sophia could tell from the expression on my face, that
this was not the first time that I'd seen it.  That's when she revealed to
me, that the mask had belonged to her father and that it had been kept in
this room for as far back as she could remember.

Naturally I couldn't help but ask, "Your father was the masked man?"

She sighed and replied remorsefully, "No, he weren't the one that did such
terrible things all those years ago.  That was the doing of his father
before him.  My beloved...  My beloved grandfather was the masked man."

Hearing what sounded to me like a slip of the tongue, I raised an eyebrow
but didn't question her about the use of the singular use of the word
beloved.  I guess I just thought it was an honest mistake or perhaps she
really just loved her grandfather that much.

Nevertheless, I did have questions and proceeded to respectfully ask, "I
hope you'll excuse my manners, I really don't want to seem rude but are the
stories true?  About the witch and how she impregnated herself with his,
um, you know?"

That brought an amused expression to her face as she stepped forward to
pick up a book from the floor.

This was apparently what we had heard fall earlier and she returned it to a
bookshelf, before turning back to me to say, "There is truth to the old
tale but it's not the whole truth..."

That's when for some reason she took me into her confidence and revealed to
me her own personal side of the story.  She explained that the masked man
had not simply come to White Springs in order to exact torture on children.
He had in fact come to the town to sell his wares and while doing so he met
a woman.  One that he'd soon fallen very much in love with, after knocking
on her day one day, during his travels as a door-to-door salesman.

Little did he know, that this woman was as the locals said, a witch.  One
that would later become angry to the point of casting a spell upon her
beloved salesman; When he told her that he had to leave and continue his
business of selling his goods on the road.  She couldn't stand the idea of
having him away from her for such long periods of time and in order to stop
him from parting with her; She waited until one evening, while she and he
were engaged in some rather kinky bondage sex and cast a spell onto him.

It bound the mask to his face and him to her.  An although she now had the
man quite literally under her spell, she didn't realize at the time, that
the bondage mask for which the man had also been in the business of selling
reproductions of; Had itself once belonged to a murderer and rapist from
London, England.  Oddly enough, although she hadn't been able to determine
the name of her masked grandfather in all these years; She said that she
had managed to discover the name of the man for which the mask had
originally belonged.

She said his name was Arthur Kincaid and that he'd once lived in 18th
century London, before escaping persecution for horrible and unspeakable
crimes he had committed there by traveling to America.  An that it was at
some point after that, that his mask found it's way into her grandfather's
possession; Before becoming spellbound to his face at the hands of her
grandmother, the witch.

She then explained, that once the spell had been cast upon the man and the
mask, the evil that possessed it was set free and able to take possession
of her grandfather.  An she attributed what he did to those poor innocent
children to having been the fault of the evil spirit that dwelled within
him.

Now this might have all sounded like one incredibly fantasifull story but I
had also had my own experiences that seemed to line up with much of what
she was saying.

"So the castration and hanging and all that, it's not true?"  I asked
curiously.

To which she replied, "Oh, that very well happened but not for the reasons
folks say."

Then she explained, that indeed he had carried out the murders, rapes and
mutilations of the town's children that he'd kidnapped and tortured to
death in his room at The Telford.  An that afterward he'd been apprehended
by the authorities and hung from the old oak tree as punishment for his
crimes.  She said that is was also true, that after the tree fell and hit
the hotel; That her grandmother took the opportunity to secure the body of
her once beloved and brought him back to the Adam's House.

There she castrated him but not because she planned to impregnate herself
with his devil seed as the town folk had said.  There was no need for that,
for she was already pregnant with child by the time of his death.  The real
reason she had castrated him, if you could believe it, was so that she
could undo the spell she had cast unto him.

This would cast the demonic spirit from her beloved but despite her best of
intentions, she was unable to return it to the mask from which it came.  It
had been unleashed upon the world of the living and left unchecked for the
rest of eternity.  Something that she would spend the rest of her life
regretting having done.

That's when I asked, "Well if the spirit is no longer bound to the mask,
why keep it?"

She placed her hand to the glass case and then said, "Because I believe
that the spirit of my beloved and the spirit of Arthur Kincaid are now
together as one.  An as long as the mask is here, their combined spirits
will forever be a part of my life."

Hearing her once again make a slip of the tongue and refer to the masked
man as simply her beloved; I was taken aback by what all she had just
revealed to me and was beginning to put the pieces together.  I think she
knew I was quickly forming a new thought about who she was and what she had
told me; Because that's when she looked to me and smiled, before vanishing
into mid-air.  I stood there in shock as her body faded away like a mist,
until it was no more.

At which point, I ran the hell out of there.  I didn't waste another minute
inside that house and ran all the way back to my hotel like the boy from
the Willy Wonka movie after he found the golden ticket.  There was no
stopping me and anyone who tried needed to get the hell outta my way!  I'm
sure I looked like some real nut job as I ran up the steps to the veranda,
passed all the construction workers and right in through the front door but
I didn't care what they thought.

I'd just had another encounter with yet another spirit on River Street and
by this point, I was beginning to wonder if I'd somehow become the damn
ghost whisperer or something.  I was really freaked out and had no idea why
it seemed that I kept having this sort of paranormal experience in such
great frequency.

It bothered me so much in fact, that by the time night fell my mind was
still preoccupied with those thoughts.  By that time, the construction crew
and Derek had left for the day and I had retired to one of the bathrooms on
the second floor.  There I laid soaking in the warm waters of an old
claw-foot bathtub and continued to think deeply about what all I had
experienced thus far.

There had been so much, that it was really overwhelming to think about but
I just couldn't escape it as my mind simply would not let me.  I was lost
in deep thought for nearly an hour as I lay in the tub, until I suddenly
began to hear footsteps.  That's when I sat up and looked towards the base
of the door; Where I saw a glimmer of light just on the other side.

Keep in mind, it was now dark outside and the only light I had on was the
nightlight in the bathroom where I was; So seeing this mysterious light
outside the door startled me.

However, instead of panicking; I closed my eyes and said very calmly, "Is
that you Simon?  The door's unlocked."

An before I could reopen my eyes I heard the voice of my little bellboy
reply, "Greetings, Sir."

Hearing him brought a smile to my face and opened my eyes again to see him
standing there in the glow of the nightlight, dressed in his adorable
little bellboy uniform with a small oil lantern in his hand.  I motioned
for him to come closer and he stepped towards the tub, before setting his
lantern down on the counter beside the sink.

"Will your negro friend not be joining you tonight, Sir?"  He asked
curiously, "If you wish to be alone, I will leave."

I knew he was talking about Derek and that he'd obviously seen us together
the night before.  An hearing the politeness in his voice, I just smiled
back as I reached out for him.  He stepped a little closer and allowed me
to run my hand up the inside of his leg.  I don't know what was going
through his mind at the time but I was now thinking about one thing and it
wasn't that which had preoccupied me all day, if you know what I mean.

He watched me with curious and beady little eyes as I slowly began to feel
him up and said to him softly, "I think I'd really like it if you stayed.
I could really use the company."

That brought a smile to his face and he nodded his head.  I remember
thinking that he looked so cute in his uniform, that I almost hated to ask
him to get naked for me.  But then I felt his big young dick hiding just
within his pants and all I wanted from that moment on was to see him naked
again.  He looked down at me and grinned from ear to ear as I that felt the
length of his big dick as it began to grow hard I his pants.

"What do you say, you join me for a bath?"  I asked and playfully gave his
dick his squeeze.

As you might have guessed, I didn't have to ask him more than once for him
to eagerly begin stripping himself out of his uniform.  Although, I have to
admit I wasn't exactly sure how or why a ghost had to get undressed like
that.  I mean, wouldn't you have thought they could have simply made it
happen by thought or something?

Oh well.  Anyway he unbuttoned the top of his uniform, removed it and
tossed it to the floor as quite literally anyone else in that situation
would have.  An that's when his sexy little chest and pointy nipples came
into view.  I don't know why but I really loved those tiny nips of his and
immediately reached up to give them a pinch.  As my thumb and forefinger
took hold of his pointy left nipple, he gasped and shivered.

I smiled seeing his reaction and continued to tease and play with his
nipples all the while he tried to resume getting naked.  It made it more
difficult for him but I didn't care, I was having too much fun to stop.
Though he did eventually turn around and bend over in order to untie his
shoes and when he did, I got a glimpse of his sexy little ass.  He had the
most perfect bubble butt and it was perfectly smooth.

I know this, because before he could stand back up, I reached over and grab
a feel of it.  It was soft like velvet and hairless smooth all around.
Then I brought my hand between his legs and gave him an old fashioned
reach-around as I pulled him back towards me.

"Oh, Sir.  Mmmmm."  He moaned and his cute little ass came to rest on the
edge of the tub.

"Yeah, let me see that ass boy."  I said and sat up further to give his ass
cheeks a kiss.

I kissed each cheek and then spread them to reveal his hole.  As you might
imagine, it was the hole of a well used little sexual servant and the
pucker showed years of use.  An although that might have been a turn off
for some, it turned me on something wild.

"I might just have to fuck that."  I said and he stood up, only to fall
back into the tub with me.

His body splashed into the water and I put my arms around him as he made
himself comfortable on top of me.  Thankfully the water was good and warm,
because he was cold as ice.  Of course, that didn't stop me from continuing
to explore his naked body with my hands.  He welcomed my touch and offered
his every inch of himself to me to enjoy that night.

That included his tender your boy hole; Which I fucked with great pleasure
right there in the tub.  Feeling his soothing young opening accept my adult
cock in the waters of the bathtub was an experience like none other.  I
can't say it was the best sex I'd ever had with a young boy but it
certainly made the top of the list for originality and uniqueness.  There
was just something special about sex with him that felt super natural.

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