Chapter 7
Some heavy knocks broke my sleep following my cinematic night.
It was a telegram from my boss. It read : Coming to Chicago. Wait for me. On way back we'll stop at Cincinnati to introduce you to client.
It was signed Brady and it was Brady that was my meal ticket.
That gave me twenty four hours of delay before leaving Chicago and her striving multitudes.
I put on a clean shirt and my Sunday suit and decided to take a walk in the park. I've read a great deal about tJie parks of Chicago. With her spruce trees ami bushes and fragrant flowers and the masses of pigeons which come on grey days; this description makes a man mellow.
I took a walk along the edge of the park, but I felt lonely. Essentialy I am a man for a crowd. Who was I going to telephone that night? After all it was my last, night of freedom. I took out my telephone book and thumbed through it. How about Robert Sauer MAYflower 31.8701?
I had to wait until the maid was to wake him up. When I got in touch with him, he was filled with bubbling humor. What had become of me? And why hadn't I looked him up before ? Was I married? Etc.
Or course he could see me that night and we made an appointement in a little bar off 7th Avenue. It seemed this is where he had the habit of going.
During the afternoon I went to see a film that, was perfectly ridiculous and right after, I raced to the bar where Robert was waiting for me and I placed myself behind a dry martini.
Robert came in a little off schedule. He excused himself.
-- You know how it is? Chi... had so much time stored up and you couldn't be where you wanted to at the time you wanted, etc..,, As for me I had all the time I wanted in the windy city.
Robert was a good-looking young man with brown hair and large blue eyes. His sparkiling white shirt and silk tie and tailored suit gave him a man-about-town look and put him at ease.
- What ai'e you doing with yourself nowadays?' - I asked.
- 'I sell and buy up appartments' - he puffed a few smoke rings.
- 'Do you sell many of them? - he questioned, lie began to laugh.
-'Not too many. Some from time to time; they're expensive as hell' -
And the women situation? Eternal subject of conversation among men and especially among bachelors. He said that during the winter he was in love. And that it did him a lot of good. Sort of purified the blood and so on. She was a medical student in her fourth year. A buxom lass with fine green eyes and golden hair. A real Wagnerian beauty. It. finished badly. She had an abortion and her parents found out and sent her to her aunts in the country. You know, a real eighteenth century drama.
- 'And since' -
- 'Nothing. An empty period of time' - he regretted;
He took a gulp of some port wine and f thought I detected a note of sadness in him.
- I've found something new; a sort of a vice that keeps me off women' - he confided.
"What could it be? Was he on reefers, or heroine?
- 'Have you ever been Jo a pairing off party?
- he asked me.
I admitted that I had never been to one.
- 'Von don't, know what you're missing' - he-looked into my eyes. - 'If you want to I'll take you to one, even through it isn't the season' -
The season for what; I thought to myself.
- It's no story. Most of the ones that practice these parties go on vacation dining the summer. Since - we're approaching that season that doesn't leave too many around' -
We went to dinner in a Mexican restaurant, where we were served some enchiladas, tacos and some good beer, But I found that the time was passing a little too slowly for my blood. Frequently I looked at my watch and several times Robert noticed my impatience.
- Where do these things take place anyway?'
- I quizzed.
- We usually go to the park where we meet. In fact, we should be on our way now! - He drank the last drop of his wine and bounced up after his coat.
He drove his Pontiac at a royal speed. It was a souped-up job with a dual carburator. We were in the park in eight minutes. My friend consulted his watch.
- It's a little early yet' - he remarked.
- 'Let's leave the car here and walk in the direction of the meeting ground. We should meet some real goofs on the way' -
We strolled a way and then came to a sort of clearing. On the bench in front of us, a man was sitting with his legs crossed.
- 'Good evening' - came the response.
- 'Good evening' - Robert signaled politely.
- 'I'd like you to meet a friend (That was me) Pappy Shakely - Robert introduced us.
After some strange remarks which I didn't quite get of hold of, we continued our walk.
- 'You probably would like to know why we call him by that name' - Robert suggested.
- - 'Well the reason is he likes to see someone else caress his girl, a gorgeous redhead. He gets hard seeing this. Of course he doesn't like the other guy to go too far. That's why we call him Shakely' -
- 'Extraordinary' - I chimed in.
- You'll see others. For example that couple we passed in the Ford convertible. They've been married several months. The husband is impotent and he brings his wife here so she can get laid.
A considerate gay. During the operation he, of course, gets a chance to kiss his excited wife.' -
He continued his long strange tale. - 'There's even a blind fellow who comes around with a white cane looking for some of those strange hind of women. He has remarkable success. A Swedish girl told me that she gets wet as hell just looking at that white cane.' -
We kept marching along until we heard the motor of an automobile. The car rolled along slowly, dimming its lights and turning them off and on at rare intervals. The car seemed to be emitting morse signals. It also appeared as though we were gathering more people.
I posed a question. - Who are they anyway?' -
- "They have nothing to do with the party we're going to have. They just sit in the car and comment on certain executions. You can call them peeking toms or something like that. They just get a thrill out of watching. You'll see all sorts of timid guys just hanging around and too scared to join in.
A car came whistling by. There was a young fellow and pretty girl inside and we tried to stop them, but they continued right on. Then another car came close by. We ignored that one.
- Two fellows inside. That's no good. What, we're after is a fellow and a gal, or better yet two females and a guy'... -
- 'And where is this all going to take place? -
- In the woods' - he told me - 'For the light things : like jacking off, or blow jobs or fucking with the clothes on, we use the park or woods. When it gets a little more important, we go up to the apartments of some of our play pals'. -
A man came walking up to us.
- 'I think it's the fruit man' - Robert informed me.
- The fruit man?' -
- That's right I forget you didn't know. We call him the fruit man because every night he comes with a banana. When he sees a girl he likes he shoves the banana just where you might guess and then eats it.' -
- 'And that's all?' - I asked.
- 'Isn't that enough?' - My friend was surprised.
I started to kid him.
- 'Probably that's pretty good for the guys that like fruit'. -
- 'Very funny, but you better hide for a minute because here comes a car which I know - he shoved me aside.
I hid behind a tree close by and was able to see and hear what ensued. The car came up to Robert and an attractive women lowered the door window.
- 'Are you alone tonight?' - she, asked Robert.
- 'No I brought a friend and he's a real corker' -
The woman seemed to be undecided.
- 'You're not waiting for another woman are you? Because without another I'll be alone with three men. That's a lot.' -
Oh what a charming modest female.
- 'I'll take a spin around and see if I can find tetter and if I can't I'll come back here' -
The car pulled out slowly and Robert came back to me.
- 'You think she'll come back? - I asked, I was rather apprehensive and my heart was beating with anticipation. Robert didn't know.
- 'Since there is a crowd out tonight, we'll be damn lucky if she doesn't find someone else' -
We waited five long interminable minutes. The night was falling apart for me. Then we saw a pair of headlights come up. The two cars stopped at the same time.
- 'It seems like they've made business together - he said to Robert. But one of the cars approached us instead. Robert talked to the automobilist and then came running back to me.
- 'Get into the car and drive on.' - he ordered
- "Where are we headed for? - I asked.
- 'A little alley off Beacon Place' -
I noticed that the Buick in front of as was moving along at a good speed and then suddenly it cut off. I had to brake hard.
- 'He's crazy. What's he trying to do? - Robert reassured me that the move was reasonable.
- 'lie just wants to make sure there isn't a third car following us' -
- 'You mean the cops' - I caught on.
- 'Of course. There have been a flock of doctors, lawyers and even politicians that have been caught. Nobody wants to get picked up' -
- 'What happens if we get nabbed? - (I wanted to find out.)
- "Nothing much. My uncle is a commissioner and hell have the affair buried in no time. That's the ways its done with the higher lips. It's who you know. You don't have to keep your nose clean, you just have to know someone who is in the nose cleaning department' -
The auto in front of us kept moving on until it came to a little square with a garden in the middle. It stopped a little way down the street out of the reach of the street lamps.
We go out of our car and closed the door with a turn of the key. The other car stood silently in the dark. When we approached the right door opened and a women opened the hack door and changed from her front seat to the back seat. Robert climbed in behind her and installed myself in the front seat next to the chauffeur.
It took me a few minutes to get used to the obscurity. Finally I could take a look at my neighbor, who was about fortyish and with a heavy somber face. He had no expression and seemed to be fascinated only by the street in front of him. I turned to look at the back seat.
Without any loss of words, the woman was beginning to take off her shorts. She must have been about forty. She seemed rather strong and corpulent. But this was one of those smaller Buicks. My friend had to help her. Then he unbuttoned himself and let his trousers fall down to his ankles.
The atmosphere was extremely exciting. The warm vapor of human breath clouded the windows. I took another look at the guy who was sitting besides me. What a funny guy ! He didn't budget He didn't even care what was happening in the back seat.
Robert was having difficulties. He had to change positions several times. I tried to help but when I wanted to say something the words stuck in my throat.
- 'Madame it might be better if you spread your legs up on the front seat' - I advised finally.
She did just that- Spread them apart to the maximum. I saw hen neat bush and the cracks of her ass. All this for Robert's appetite. Her heels scratched my shoulders and she apologized.
-' Oh I'm awfully sorry' - Ah that innate breeding of a fine lady.
I guessed that the rhythm of Roberts hips were shaking the automobile accordingly. I glanced at the fellow next to me. He didn't look like a chauffeur and could it. have been possible that he was her husband. He wasn't a fairy for if he were, he should have certainly made a pass at. nr. Strange nil that.
The woman began to move more violently and her calves and ankles contracted and the two in the back rumbled around in lost passion. They moved like pistons in a train and then stiffened, Robert got up with out letting a cry and buttoned his shirt. His partner was resting limp on the seat.
- 'If you'd like to have a turn, mister? - she offered.
Robert and I changed positions and I neatly folded my trousers so as to not spot them. It was now my turn to flood the Madame and Robert's turn to sit near old stone face.
I slipped ray swelled up dick in her wet crack, which was already filled with Robert's sperm.
- It's betted when it's nice and fat, don't you think? - she asked me.
I noticed that Robert took a few glimpses at his front seat neighbor.
I put ray full weight on the heavy set woman and pressed my instrument right to the bottom. I couldn't feel the walls of her sex, because it was filled with such steaming hot liquid.
I moved around in a fish-like manner and after a powerful movement I unloaded my come in her lower belly. I had so much that I let out two gigantic spurts.
- 'Already? - she said regretfully.
Yes, already. What did she think ? Seeing a woman in this manner for the first time and under such circumstances, excited me from the very beginning.
We said good-bye to our night companions and our parting was very amically put.
We reached our own automobile, a little fatigued, and Robert took the long road home and a way that left no trace for someone who wished to trail us.
- 'How was it, My Boy?' - Robert Asked.
- 'Good, but it's tiring. I don't think I could hold up to it very long' - I confessed.
Robert lowered his head and became quite reflective.
- 'You know I've often asked myself just how long I can hold on to this sort of routine. My nervous system can't take too much of it. My doctor has waned me not to go at it too much, because I could have some serious trouble.
He took his time and meditated.
- 'If I bad a friend like you around all the time, I could draw off it for a while. We could help out each other mutually.
Poor Robert, he had the wrong man. I hadn't the heart to tell him that I myself was a victim of it and that I could never stop. I liked it too much.