After Jeffrey finished with Mrs. James' downtown errand, returning some books to the town library the fraternity boys were to lazy to take back, he decided a beer would hit the spot. He headed for a bar he remembered down from the railroad station.
Earlier when he and his sister had been roaming around looking to town over, half out of their minds with their problems, they'd stopped in here. But the man behind the bar, a grizzled hulk of a body with a furious looking moustache and beard had refused to serve them even a soft drink.
As Jeffrey looked in now, there was another bartender on duty. This man looked far more serene than the other. Jeffrey went in. He sat down at the far end of the bar near two half empty pistachio nut machines.
Except for himself and the bartender and two men sitting at a table facing the bar, the place was empty. A sign on the jukebox announced that it was temporarily out of order.
The street out in front of the place was little trafficked. The only noises were muted and came from the town itself in back of the bar.
Overhead was the railroad bridge and the tracks.
Looking around Jeffrey saw there was a back room. Here were the toilets. Ordering a beer, he laid a dollar on the worn bar. He nodded to the bartender who returned the nod as Jeffrey headed through a narrow door and glancing around, finally saw the sign MEN.
This back room was strangely quiet, very still, as if it were haunted. This was Jeff's first reaction. Tables and chairs. Only one window, and this was grimy with ageless filth. Peering out, he could see an alleyway dimly.
Returning to the bar he asked the bartender if it was okay if he took his beer into the back room.
"Why not?" the man grinned. "We usually reserve it back there for either ladies alone of smoochers," he said.
Jeffrey selected a table that faced the narrow doorway that led into the main barroom. The corner in which he sat was completely secluded… unless someone deliberately peered into the back room.
This isolated bar was typical of those in the town. When the town had been bustling with different kinds of local industry, bars like this one were numerous. Now that the college was the town's chief industry, bars like this one were gradually fading away.
Jeffrey liked the place. He didn't know why. Perhaps it was the feeling of loneliness he sensed as he sat quietly with his beer. Maybe it was his overactive imagination? He wondered how many good old times people had here in this back room in the good old days. To Jeffrey, the large, low ceilinged room seemed crowded with memories.
When he finished his first beer, he went out to the bar. Now it was empty except for the bartender. He was reading a newspaper, a small cigar poked between his lips.
Jeff took the second beer back into the room. This time he took another table. It was 50% more secluded than the first, sort of around a corner near a door that appeared to be a closet.
Sitting down, Jeff reached out his hand and tried the doorknob. It turned easily. Peeping in after opening the door a crack, he saw a rather nicely furnished room. Surprisingly enough, it was clean and looked quite cozy. Someone lived here apparently. There was a small transistor radio. An alarm clock. A blanket folded up at the foot of the single bed.
As Jeffrey studied the room, no pictures on the wall, no ashtray, and no windows, he listened to discover that the clock was stopped. Looking down in the threadbare rug he saw an envelope. He picked it up by getting down on one knee.
It was addressed to a Miss Judith White. The postmark was months earlier. It was unopened. Jeffrey put it back where he found it. Silently, he closed the door.
For some while the young boy sat quietly. He went over his thoughts the events of the last few days. He could conclude only one thing: he and his sister were very fortunate.
Not only did they have a nice place to live now and with it, a most delightful sexy companion, but they also had all their belongings intact. The knowledge of this gave Jeffrey a tremendous sense of satisfaction and also an internal security he'd desperately lacked from the moment Bill Frank had impounded their van.
Doing some mental arithmetic, he decided that within a month they would have enough money to travel on where ever they wished. That is, if they wanted to. He wasn't so sure Beth wanted to stay put longer than that any more than he did-but time would tell.
He recognized that both he and his sister were growing more and more attached to Gloria James. In fact, he was already thinking about her more and more every day. He was jerking off thinking about her breasts, about her gorgeous buttocks, and her hairy cunt. He just adored thinking about Beth making hot love to the older female, and Gloria giving Beth the kind of homosexual affection she so obviously craved.
When Beth told him all about Gloria's sucking her cunt clean of his scum and his sister's own copious excretions from the time he fucked her silly, stroking his thick cock as she told the details, he was kind of fog listening to her.
He could visualize Gloria's swift tongue dipping into his sister's scum-filled slit. He could imagine her tasting his scum. He could imagine her washing Beth's cunt lips, sucking and licking as Beth writhed and squirmed, knowing all the while that Gloria was sucking up her brother's precious cock juices that had flowed so lovingly into her sucking cunt.
Thinking this gave Jeffrey the shivers; he felt for his prick and he wasn't at all surprised to find it stiffening inside his pants. He looked around. Did he dare open his fly and take out his cock and play with it under the table??
"Why not?"
Changing seats, his back now to the door to the mysterious room, he opened his pants. His fist gripped his hardening cock. Jeffrey loved to masturbate. His fingers slithered up and down the stiffening shaft. He played with his testicles. He squeezed them.
Using his thumb and index finger, he was soon rubbing the head if his prick joyfully. Looking down, he saw that already his pre-seminal fluid was beginning to form a silverish, crystal clear dew drop right in the eye of his handsome prick. Dipping a finger from his left hand into this dew drop, he brought it to his lips.
Soon he was masturbating gently, eyes closed, the image of his beautiful sister's honey-filled cunt dancing, thrilling him; the image of his sister sucking Gloria's cunt, burying her nose in it, snorting, then licking her thighs, sucking and licking on Gloria's little toes, biting and nursing on Gloria's lovely ripe breasts.
As he continued to masturbate, he was dimly aware of someone watching him, but even when he opened his eyes, glancing around, using what he'd read is called peripheral vision, he saw no one. He decided it was his over active imagination.
Stopping for a moment, he sipped from his beer. He thought he heard a noise that didn't come from outside in the bar. Looking around, then swinging his head around, he saw nothing in the back room except himself, that is, and the tables and chairs, the door to the mysterious room.
Zipping up his fly, he got up. He waited a moment for his hard prick to reduce in size. He pushed his chair back. He went around the table and peeped out into the barroom.
No one except the bartender still reading his paper. He didn't see Jeffrey look at him. He sat back at the table. He opened his fly and this time he pulled his pants down a bit so he could play with his balls with one hand and jerk off his prick with the other.
He was just going fine, eyes closed, his fantasy of him fucking Gloria while she sucked his sister's luscious cunt when suddenly, with no warning whatever, the door to the ladies toilet opened!
Jeffrey was in full view. He could have dropped dead!
Of all the people in the world to be standing there, a grin on her face, her beaming eyes riveted to Jeff's fully erect penis, her lips parted, her tongue moistening her lower lip-Mrs. Griffin from the employment agency, the woman who had sent Jeffrey and Beth to Mrs. James at the Phi Kappa Beta fraternity house.
"Well… well, Jeffrey… how are you?"
Jeffrey was blushing. His face felt as if it were on fire. It was beet red. He almost got the thick shaft of his penis caught in the zipper as he frantically tried to close his trousers.
Jeff didn't know what to say. Trying to speak, he was stuttering. Never in his entire eighteen years had he ever came close to getting caught with his pants down, and especially when he was jerking off… and in a public place.
He hung his head.
"Jeffrey… Jeffrey," Mrs. Griffin repeated. "I'm so sorry… really I'm sorry… that I saw you… but Jeffrey, you must listen.
"You see," she softly, not approaching but still standing across the room near the door to the ladies room, "Jeff, I had no choice. I was in there when you came in. I was on my way, you see, up to the fraternity house to see how you and your sweet sister were doing. I called," she went on softly, unhurriedly, her eyes looking at is that were half closed, his head and chin still lowered in utter embarrassment, humiliation, mortified almost beyond human endurance, "I phoned but there was no answer. I drove as far as here and I had to urinate so badly, I came in here.
"Jeffrey," she purred, "you do understand than an older woman like myself would not frequent workingmen's bars like this one, don't you?"
He still could not bring himself to look up at her face. When she moved closer to his table and he could see her out of the corner of his eye, he began to get the strangest kind of shivers and soon his entire body was trembling. He could feel sweat forming in his hairy armpits and between his thighs.
But what stunned him was the sensation that his prick was actually hardening. He couldn't believe it! It was growing harder and harder, as if he had no control over it, as if it were in the control of some prick devil, who was jerking it off unseen, fondling and stroking it inside his pants. He wondered briefly, sweating more profusely now, if he wasn't going to have the first orgasm in his life during which nothing, except the material of his pants, was touching his naked penis.
"Jeffrey… please… please forgive me. As I said, I waited for you to finish your beer and leave. I didn't want you to see me in this place; and I didn't want you to know that I'd seen you… well, with your pants open and you doing what you were doing to your… yourself… I didn't want you to know that I saw you, and it was quite accidentally, through a crack in the door… I saw you peep into the door behind you… Oh, Jeffrey… I'm really so very very sorry, honey… "
Jeffrey fumbled for words. He felt really weird! He was covered with hot sweat. She'd seen him jerking off. Mrs. Griffin's very eyes had seen him playing with his balls. Had she seen him tasting the drop of dewy preseminal fluid? Oh, God, if she'd seen that, what would she be thinking of him. Oh God!!