Author: Frederick T.
Title: Yamashita's Gold
Part: 1 of 1
Universe: Stories of Willy Tamarack - Willy Tamarack Saga
Summary:
Keywords: (M+f+ oral)(MF oral)(mF oral)
Language: English
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National Organization for the Reform of Marijuana Laws (NORMAL) and/or the
American Cancer Society.
!!! WARNING !!!
The following material is a sex story, intended for adults only - however
you want to define them. The author accepts no responsibility should this
material fall into the hands of minors or people who would be upset reading
the fictional accounts of fictional character's sexual experiences that are
obviously pure fantasy. These stories are written to stand alone but are
based on characters and plots introduced in some of my earlier writing. If
you like these stories you might also like "The Adventures of Willy Tamarack,"
"Shack, Lead !" and "The Travels of Willy Tamarack." Characters who appear in
earlier works will be identified with (WT-A#3) behind their names the first
time they appear in "The Stories." The code is as follows: WT-A = The
Adventures of Willy T., SL = "Shack, Lead !", WT-T = The Travels of Willy T.
The number(s) following the letters refer to the adventure(s), chapter(s) or
trip(s) in which the character appears. It should go without saying; any
resemblance between the characters in this account and real people, either
living or deceased, is purely coincidental.
If you're still searching for the perfect world that Willy has apparently
found ? In other words: none of his friends contract sexually transmitted
diseases; nobody has bad breath; nobody gets pregnant unless they want to; few
of Willy's friends have any sexual inhibitions or hang-ups and if they do, they
quickly lose them; everyone always has an orgasm and almost all of the people
live happily ever after. Well, you're probably as close to finding it here as
anywhere else. Remember though, we are all God's children and should treat
each other as such.
A friend of mine once told me, "A day without sex, is a day without joy."
As always, e-mail your comments to the usual.
WILLY TAMARACK
ONE MORE TIME AGAIN,
FOR A WHILE
THE STORIES
"Yamashita's Gold"
(M+f+ oral)
(MF oral)
(mF oral)
by
Frederick T.
With thanks to the founding fathers and the U.S. Constitution
***** PROLOGUE *****
I woke sweating but it wasn't that hot. I was sleeping alone but sharing
the night with the past...Shit ! Maybe it's the future, must be the dope.....
General Yamashita Tomoyuki stood on the ridge line and watched the hundred
or so Filipino slaves carrying the gold bars up from the beach. The Filipinos
had dug a deep trench, a ways back from the cliff, in the thick jungle that
grew on the top of the bluff. The gold bars were laid end to end in the
trench, the Filipinos piling them one on top of the other. It was quite an
impressive sight but Yamashita had watched similar operations in several
different places around the archipelago called the Philippines.
He hated the fucking place. The people were so lazy and worthless. He
couldn't see what the Americans saw in this jungle of idiots. McArthur
pledging to come back and liberate the islands ! What a crock...Not one of
them worth a shit. Well, the women were decent fucks...He'd give them that.
Off in the distance, on the edge of the cliff, there was a commotion of
some sort. Yamashita assumed one of the slaves collapsed carrying his load to
the top. His second in command rushed over to check on the disturbance...
...Philban Estoban had just about had the course. He'd made thirteen
trips to the top. Each time carrying six gold bars, weighing a little over a
kilo a piece. Now...Fifteen pounds or so doesn't seem like much to you and me
but to Philban, who weighed under a hundred and ten and hadn't had a decent
meal in over three weeks, it was like carrying a ton. He was sure the Jap
fuckers were going to kill them all after they carried the gold to the top of
the cliff. That pissed him off. Nobody would ever find it buried in the
jungle at the top of these cliffs. In less than a season the jungle would
claim the bare space, they cleared with their bare hands...Would hide the
trench, they dug with their bare hands, and the gold would remain here for a
very long time. He was sure of that.
Philban grew up around here...Had never wandered too far from his
ancestral roots. The Japs were a long way from home and Philban figured
they'd lost the war. That's the only reason they'd be hiding the gold. If
they were confident of winning they wouldn't be hiding it...They'd be shipping
it back to Nippon...But instead, the riches of Southeast Asia were transported
to their very poor country and then buried to help Nippon rise again...That
really pissed Philban off. He figured he was good for one more trip but had
no intention of making it.
Philban handed his pack to another Filipino, who was placing the bars in
the trench. The load was one bar short. The other Filipino noticed
immediately, panicked and looked toward Philban. So did the Jap guard.
Philban broke for the cliff side at full speed, which wasn't very fast in his
condition, and lunged over the side.
His body caromed off the cliff side several times on the way down. The
crumpled remains lay on the rock beach...All but dead. Surprisingly, Philban
didn't allow the jarring, his body absorbed on the way down, to steal his
precious cargo. His hands were wrapped around the gold bar like vice grips.
Faintly he heard the shots from the top of the cliff. Philban was sure the
guards would be upon him in minutes. His legs pushed against the rocks on the
beach. His hands never relinquishing their prize. The water was so close.
A good, strong four or five foot swell was building up on the reef that
lay off shore. It crested about a hundred yards from the rock beach and
pealed off in a perfect right for about a quarter of a mile until finally
rising up, throwing itself over and crashing on to the rock beach.
Philban was so close...So close. The wave made the Japanese guards back
off a ways. After it crashed on to the shore, Philban disappeared into the
white water. The wave, like it was claiming a son, dragged his broken body
back into mother ocean but Philban's hands never relinquished their prize.
This was one gold bar that General Yamashita Tomoyuki would never get his
hands on.....
***** CHAPTER ONE *****
I was paddling to the left. The wave broke to the right. I had this spot
wired and knew exactly when to jump to my feet. I was up and sliding into the
tube. I cranked the board around hard to the right and immediately started
moving toward the nose. It was low tide and the wave was thin, almost
transparent. I was really moving along the face of about a chest high wall of
water, my hand in the wave to slow my progress and move me to the crest of the
water collapsing in front of me.
The wind was almost totally off shore, holding up the face of the wave for
me. I shuffled a little closer to the nose...Both feet about a foot from the
tip of the board. The speed was exhilarating...Then the bottom dropped out
and I caught a rail. I was airborne and tucked as I hit the surface of the
ocean.
I came up gasping for air. Shit ! Wipe out ! The sounds of "Dick Dale
and the Deltones" flooded my brain. I dinged one of our boards last week at
this same spot. I kicked my feet to get the upper half of my body out of the
water, trying to find the board. There it was, washing up on the rocks about
a hundred feet from where I was. I felt the bottom with my feet and slowly
made my way to shore. The fucking bottom here was all rock and coral, really
fucked up your feet.
The board appeared to be ok, thank God. Dale'd kick my ass if I dinged
another one. The back pack was where I left it and I gathered it up as I
moved down to where the board was laying on the rocks. The smoke filled my
lungs and euphoria quickly crept though my body. This was the first weed I'd
grown on the island...Nothing like the shit I grew back in 'Vegas but descent
weed. I had a whole plot growing up in the jungle...Shit ! It grew almost as
fast here as in the "weed room" back home...Just not as potent. A more
controlled environment, better fertilizer...Shit ! Who knows ??
I didn't start growing until about three months ago. Fuck ! I'd smuggled
a couple of pounds all across the Pacific, through Tokyo and finally here - a
small village on the coast of the Philippines. I'd been here a little over
six months and really liked the place. No hassles, lots of horny women, great
surf, warm weather and warm water...What more could I ask for ??
Let me tell you a pound of bud lasts a long time if only two guys are
smoking it, even if they get loaded everyday...Almost all day long...And we
usually did...Dale Haggerty ("If Candy is Dandy.....") and I. Well, the girls
get loaded a little too but not like we do. I started laughing like
crazy...Why ? For no reason, I guess ??
My day dreaming transported me back to when I arrived.....
.....I walked almost all night after waving my JASDF air force buddy
off...Until I came to the small village. I slept in the high grass, almost up
to the hammock I'd strung between two trees, maybe they were two different
branches of the same tree ? In the morning I grabbed the bus and headed off
West. My destination was on the tip of some archipelago and just about as
small as the village I started in. The trip took almost all day and three
transfers...Fuck ! What a bummer ! I was running out of gas.....
.....In Tokyo...At the end, I had guys begging me...For ten thousand an
eighth...Now it was in yen but still easily convertible on the black market
for lots of green dollars...And the fucking movies...Jesus ! A couple of
hundred thousand...In good ol' Uncle Sam dollars. I was laden down with
another, more sturdy back pack, with a wood frame...Fuck ! That money weighed
some pounds.....
.....I walked the last hundred yards to the beach and looked out at the
waves. Perfect blue, green water met my eyes and about a half a mile away was
a point reaching out into the reef. Along the point I could see a guy, just
ripping. I guess the boards made it ?! I could feel the rush of being safe.
Dale'd been here a little over six months and swears by it...Now that I'm
here, I was glad I took his advice. It was perfect.
As I walked toward the point, I passed several men congregating in front
of what looked like the general store. I waved. They waved back. There was
a huge dish on the roof of the store and you could hear somebody on CNN
talking about the trial in the Senate. I started waving as I approached the
end of the point. Dale was waving and pointing back off toward the village.
The three young women were running toward me, yelling. I could hardly
hear them. Slowly their sounds became words. "Willy...Willy." It sounded
like "Willeeeee". I started laughing and walked faster. They were Dale's
friends...At least that's what he told me in his last e-mail. Three of them,
all just in their teens. They jumped up and down around me, the "Willy's"
sounding like chanting.
I sensed Dale padding up behind me...Felt his hand on my shoulder and just
barely heard him whisper, "Willy...Glad you made it, man."
"Thanks for the offer, Dale. I needed to get away."
"Yea...Right...Probably some pissed off father trying to kill your ass for
turning his daughter into a stark raving nympho." He laughed a real quiet
laugh. We were walking toward a small house with a tin roof. It was warm. I
was sweating like a pig. The girls were running ahead of us.
"Nah...A little hairier...I'll tell you about it later. Who're your
friends ?"
"Aaaah...Let's get you a stick and do a little sliding first." I tried to
tell him I was wiped out but he wouldn't take "no" for an answer. When we
entered the house...It was really just one large room. The kitchen was
against the far wall and on the right was a drape that covered the corner. I
figured that was the bathroom, maybe the toilet. They probably showered
outside ?
Along the wall to the left was a mahogany rack and in it were the other
three surfboards...All waxed and ready to go. The girls had the back pack and
Dale was holding out a joint to me.
"My last of your shit ! I saved it for you !" I took a hit, walked over
and dug around in the back pack for a moment. I pulled out a package that
weighed about a quarter pound. I threw it on the table and pulled out the
pipe. The five of us got very stoned and Dale and I never did go surfing but
ended up showering with the girls and then...Well...
***** CHAPTER TWO *****
I didn't get their names straight for a few days...The five of us were out
in front of the house. The shower was just around the corner...A nice wood
job. Dale and I had taken his wheel barrow into the general store, about a
mile away. We came back with water and another six pack of coke. We were
both stoned as dirt and the fucking water was heavy as shit. Out of our
clothes and into the shower. I got first dibs and I don't mean of the shower
either...Well, that too !
She hardly came to my belly button...Just cute as a bug. Short dark hair,
bangs above her eyes...And her eyes, so dark and mysterious. She led me by
the hand and then her hands were lowering my jeans. I was getting hard just
watching her. My cock was out and she was smiling. I stepped out of my pants
and she was stepping away from me and drawing her shift up over her head.
She wasn't wearing any underwear and my cock was parallel to the ground.
Her breasts were just bumps of skin with quarter size areolae, the nipples
tiny buds...Hardly darker than the surrounding skin. She still had baby fat
and a deep indentation for a navel. Her pubic hair was short and straight,
dark against her brown skin. It looked like she was tan all over and I was
stroking my cock.
She pulled me into the shower stall and the water started flowing. Her
hands were jacking me off and I felt like king kong. She couldn't get them
around my cock and let me tell you...By no means of the imagination do I have
a big dick. I found the soap and started soaping her up. When she got my
cock slippery her hands took off at warp speed, Dr. Spock. I was jerking
against the walls of the shower and filling the tiny cubicle with the moans
and groans of a man on his way to the promised land.
Dale and his other two friends were waiting their turn, laughing and
giggling. When the stars disappeared, I realized Dale was talking to me.
"...Aaah...Stoner...You gonna take all day ?" There was a burst of
laughter and then the little brown thing was opening the door and pulling me
back up on to the porch. My pecker was drained, dangling down on my
testicles.
"Go get'em, Superman." That Dale, always a joker.
My little brown friend was laying on the floor which had been covered with
a whole bunch of mats. I dove for her and wrestled her cunt to my face. She
was giggling and laughing but not for long. Her cunt was hardly covered with
any hair...More like a thick down. I spread her fat little lips apart and
licked from her hole to her clit. I dug my tongue into her and wormed it
around, her hips starting to wiggle below me. I pushed her legs up on to her
chest and reamed out her little brown hole with abandon. She was squealing
and shrieking when Dale burst in with the other two.
"Aaah...Shit ! Malibu...I was making them eat each other..." I raised my
head from the young lady's crotch and burst out laughing. One of the other
girls was down on her knees sucking Dale's cock. The third just rubbing his
belly. The one on her knees had nice big tits...About the size of oranges
with much larger areolae than the other two.
"You lazy fuck...A true connoisseur tastes everything life has to offer."
"My dick does most of the tasting..." He burst out laughing as the young
lady pulled my face back into her crotch. I was teasing her clitoris with the
tip of my tongue when the one with the big tits climbed on top of me. I
rolled out of the little one's lap and wrestled with the big titted one for a
while. Someone was sucking my cock and I had a very hairy pussy covering my
mouth.
This cunt was even fatter than my previous friend's and had a lot of
straight black hair dangling from very plump cunt lips. I ate at my leisure
as the sucking one devoured my limp penis. This teenager could suck cock and
soon had me with a pretty descent semi. I pushed them both away to find Dale
fucking the shit out of the other one. She was on her hands and knees and
Dale was just about to fill her tight little butt with a gallon of jizzim.
I scrambled to get one of my pills and in less than a half hour was just
fucking the shit out of the young thing I took the shower with. Her cunt was
so tight, just like a little hand pulling on my pud. I was above her...Her
eyes were squeezed shut and she was breathing through her mouth, panting was
more like it. Her cunt was like butter and slippery as all get out. I fucked
her like a mad man and was sweating like a pig.
When I rolled off, after "Ol' Joe" made an appearance, the one with the
big tits straddled my middle and I was sinking into her depths. She leaned
forward and smothered me in her breast meat. I started thrusting up into her
and she wiggled around, fully seating me in her depths. My cock felt strong
and I could feel the sweat pour off of me. Her perspiration was dribbling
down the valley of her tits and tasted salty.....
.....Gorgie Estoban wandered down the beach and found the old guy lying on
the rocks. Gorgie laughed. Jesus ! These guys were stoned all the time.
He'd tried it with them a few times and it was cool but no where near as cool
as surfing. These guys were good, too. Well, the old guy not nearly as good
as the younger guy but rarely did either of them wipe out. Gorgie wondered if
Willy would let him use his surfboard while he was resting ?
Like Dale always said, "Better to beg for forgiveness than ask for
permission." He scooped up the board and paddled out. He was into his second
wave when he saw Willy get up and look around. The old guy eventually
wandered off without ever looking out into the line up.
I arrived back at the house...It was my house. Dale helped me frame it
and lay the flooring and put up the walls and everything. It only leaked a
little when it rained and I was a tremendously happy guy.
I called her Dee Dee. She was a darling little thing with dark brown skin
and the darkest nipples and areolae. She gave the best head. God ! She was
as good as Carol and more uninhibited but had a sense of naiveté that drove me
wild some nights. She was standing in the door way and pointing over toward
Dale's shack.
He was strolling across the distance between the two houses and called out
to me. "Hey ! Man ! Didn't you go surfing ?"
I nodded and he continued. "Well...Then...Where's the board ?" I
shrugged my shoulders. He started laughing. "You lost it ?" I shrugged my
shoulders again. He passed me a fat joint wrapped in the green leaves of my
plants and I took a huge hit. Oh ! Jesus ! This was paradise.....
***** CHAPTER THREE *****
.....I was back on the bus. Dale and I...Had been living with him for a
little over a week...Had already started my place. We were on our way to the
market place. Since the American presence left the Philippines the
Australians have taken over...Well, not exactly...The Filipinos really run
the place and that's cool...Was the whole reason for the revolution. Anyway,
there's a lot of Australians around...Nice guys...just not as couth as we were
but then maybe we Americans weren't as couth as we thought. We traveled
almost all day and ended up in a slum of shacks just outside Manila. The next
morning we were in the market and bidding the highest price we could for
several young ladies.
Yea ! I know this sounds bad but hey ! This is the Philippines. Just
because the scummy Americans leave doesn't mean that life changes over night.
We weren't recruiting these young ladies to be hookers. They were going to
keep house for us. Dale'd been to the market several times and had a harem
almost. Well, really just three but hey ! I didn't have any.
It was late in the afternoon before we boarded the bus again with two new
"house keepers." We had to spend the night waiting for a transfer in some
out-in-the-sticks village. But what a night we had ! The two of us got so
stoned we couldn't walk.
And that's where I met Dee Dee. Well, her name really wasn't Dee Dee but
then this was so unreal that I baptized her Dee Dee. At the time it sounded
like a really good idea but then I was so stoned...Dee Dee was serving us
dinner in what passed for the only restaurant in town...Fuck ! It was hardly a
bus stop.
Dee Dee was the fifth daughter of the village elder and was really sucking
hind tit. Her chances of advancing above serving the occasional visitor was
just about zero. I was flirting with her as she was gorgeous. Very tiny but
with a prominent bust and a butt to die for. Her father came over to inquire
how we liked the village...Maybe, we could set up here for a while...Live with
them ? After all we were treated like kings in the village Dale'd settled
in...Probably because of the money we fed the local economy...We were generous
with our money and our skills...But Dale insisted we travel to Manila for our
help...I thought that was a good idea.
Anyway, the village elder was obviously offering me more than a plot of
land in his village. Dee Dee was all eyes and very anxious. This guy's
village was out though because it was too damn far from the ocean.
Dale was hardly paying attention when I made the offer. I told the chief
or whatever that we couldn't possibly live here but I might be able to make
him an offer for his youngest daughter's services.
Dale snapped to attention and tried to break into the conversation but I
was off to the races. I knew I couldn't make it sound sleazy but how do you
offer to buy someone's daughter politely ? Anyway...He stared at me for a
long moment before he got up to leave...Probably charge us an arm and a leg
for the meal ?!
"...I mean...She'd be number one in my house...I'd teach her a lot." He
was standing, looking back at me. I stood.
"Aaah...Math...English...Business...She'd manage my house, do all the
buying...Bill paying...She'll be in charge of all work details. At the end of
her employment with me your daughter will be the most desirable fifth daughter
in your village..." He sat back down and we started to quibble.
There were five of us when we got off the bus back home. Dee Dee was
wearing a brand new dress and looked like the madonna...I was stoked.....
.....Dale and I were hitting off the joint. Dee Dee brought us a warm
coke to suck on. Gorgie wandered up with the surfboard and both Dale and I
started laughing. Gorgie was embarrassed, he'd been caught red handed. I know
neither Dale or I cared one bit. We'd taught most of the young men in the
village to surf and were very proud of our accomplishments.
We'd also helped them engineer a large pond up in the hills away from the
village. It was the first running water they'd ever had and they thought we
were gods. Now, the water quality left a lot to be desired but Dale was
working on that. I wandered inside and lay down to take a nap. Dee Dee
joined me. Her shift was off over her head in seconds and I was spellbound
just gazing at her beautiful figure.
She had the best little body...Of all the young women who lived with us.
We were kind of a large family...Well, not that way...Her breasts were about
the size of tennis balls, topped with the most delicate looking dark brown
areolae and nipples that were like pencil erasures. They'd get so hard when
I sucked on them. Her belly was still padded with baby fat and the crease of
her sex was visible at the juncture of her thighs. I loved to peel her labia
apart and lick her nectar. She got so wet. I was getting a boner just
looking at her, could almost see the moisture forming between her cunt lips.
I rubbed the top of her mound, occasionally dipping a finger into the top
of her sheath. I licked and sucked my finger before going back to tease her
cunt. My mouth was on her skin, sucking her breasts. Her nipples were hard
as rock and I was batting them with my tongue. Her hand found my cock and she
started to milk it. I was like rock and hardly took the pills any more,
unless we were having a party...Ha ! Ha !
My tongue was in her belly button and my finger was buried in her juicy
pussy. She had hardly any hair...More like a down...That first night.....
Jesus ! Three of them...What the fuck was I going to do ? The two from
the market...Janice and Janey were experienced young ladies. They wouldn't be
at the market if they weren't. They were hot to start an orgy to vie for my
attention. Dee Dee didn't know what was expected of her. We were on the mats
and passing around the pipe. Janice was rubbing my thigh and Janey was
rubbing my back. I lay back and watched Janice...She appeared to be the
oldest, nice big tits with a good growth of pubic hair...Start to pull my
shorts down.
My cock flopped out and her hand was around it before it twitched. She
stroked it and the other two watched. Dee Dee's eyes were big and round. I
pulled Janey down and began to explore her mouth with my tongue. She was more
Dee Dee's size but was no match for her beauty. Janice now had my cock in her
mouth and I was getting into it. I pushed them all away and stripped off my
clothes.
I was standing when Janey captured my cock and started sucking. Janice
was stripping off her clothes and the orgy was in progress. Dee Dee did a lot
of watching and very little participating. I felt bad and had her sleep with
me after sating myself with the other two little vixen. That first night, Dee
Dee slept in her new dress but after a time was sleeping with just a pair of
panties.
I'll never forget that first night...I told the other girls to stay with
Dale so Dee Dee and I could enjoy each other for the first time. She was an
energetic lover and gave herself totally to me. When she first started
bouncing up and down on my cock I thought I'd died and gone to heaven. Her
small breasts were taunt on her chest, her nipples poking out. The look of
surprise...Maybe shock on her face as my cock slipped into her belly and tore
her hymen. Fuck ! Could it get any better than this ??!!
She sat for a long time, just wiggling about every once and a while...Like
she was trying to get comfortable. Every time she moved my cock slipped
further into her center. Her cunt was stretched around my cock and I pushed
her back so I could see where I disappeared into her. I massaged her tiny
butt cheeks and soon she was working on her own rhythm. I remained still
until she was covered in perspiration, her face screwed up in concentration.
Squeezing her ass cheeks together was like making her tighter around my
meat. I started guiding her rump and soon she was dripping sweat as she
labored above me. I pulled her face to me and we were kissing when I started
to move in her. Her nostrils flared as she sucked air into her lungs and them
she was jerking around over me as my cock spasamed around in her belly. I kept
fucking until I fell out of her and then carried her to the shower.
We washed the blood off each other and then started to go at it again.
I'd caught Dee Dee watching Janice and Janey suck my cock many times since
that first night...And while I wanted to head back to the front room, she
wouldn't let me pass until she'd worked my limp pecker into a descent semi.
Her mouth looked so full, her big brown eyes staring up at me. I could feel
the power surge through me and soon had my hands in her hair, guiding her lips
back and forth on my meat.
This is one of those times when you really miss filling a young lady's
mouth with cum, watching it dribble out of her mouth and onto her chin or
chest. I was laying back against the shower wall and Dee Dee was in control.
One little hand was jacking me off while her tongue was teasing my balls. I
lifted her to her feet and then pushed her up against the wall of the shower.
She weighed almost nothing and as I slid into her, she yelped. I was
fucking her against the side of the shower, just driving my cock in and out of
her like a machine. Her head was lolling back and forth, her breath coming
in gasps. I felt her tense up, her legs wrapped around my middle...Her cunt
sucking the life out of me, my hands grasping her butt cheeks...Feeling them
quiver in my hands. We both came to our senses at the bottom of the shower.
Fuck ! What a night ! Life was grand !
***** CHAPTER FOUR *****
Another day in paradise...Well, not exactly. A big typhoon or something
moved through during the last few days. Fuck ! It had rained like shit !
Everything was mud. We all trooped to the general store and watched the
weather on the TV. The elections were not far off and politics had taken over
the news hour. Everyone wondering how Gore would shed the Clinton "sleaze"
factor ? To be honest I usually had a hard time watching the news as we only
did so about once a week...And I usually didn't have a clue what they were
talking about !? Dale and I ended up buying the whole village dinner. We'd
usually do this a couple of times a month or so...Just to keep everyone happy.
The head honcho was afraid the pond would over flow and flood the village.
Dale assured him that natural drainage would take the overflow away from the
village. We were all pretty shit faced at the time and some of the younger
guys were wondering how the surf was going to be after the storm passed ? I
assured them that it was going to be out of this world ! So it was after
eight before we slogged back to the houses with another container of water.
Yea ! I know...What do we need water for...Shit ! To wash off with as we
were covered with mud by the time we got home.
I rose early the next morning as I'd been tracking the tides and figured
it was going to be perfect. It was and I was ripping like a twenty year
old...Well, ok ! Maybe, not that good but holding my own in a good overhead
swell...Some of the bigger sets were in the neighborhood of ten feet or so. I
was having a great time !
I was tucked into the barrel of a very hollow wave and just screaming
along. I don't think I'd ever been so happy ?! I spit out on to the shoulder
and carved a giant cut back. The wave steepened up out in front of me so I
cranked the board hard back to the right, almost scampering to the nose. The
wave threw up over me and I stood in the tube and marveled at how great mother
nature was !
The wave was approaching the shore. I figured I'd milked just about all
that I could out of it and kicked out through the back of the wave. I pushed
the board out in front of me as I made my way to shore. The pain in my foot
was sharp and hurt like hell. I looked down and saw I was already trailing
blood. Now I'm not to sure whether there were any sharks in these waters but
I had no desire to find out.
I was still in a couple of feet of water when the glint of gold almost
exploded in my face. I was feeling the cut on my foot and the gold bar was
just about three feet to my right. Fuck the blood and pain ! I pushed the
board to shore and retrieved the bar. Jesus ! It was heavy as shit...Felt
like about a kilo. I looked around the beach area and up at the cliff to see
if anyone was around. The coast seemed clear so I scampered up the beach and
hid the gold bar in my back pack. After slinging it over my shoulder, I
retrieved the board and made my way up the cliff, my cut forgotten.
It was a pain in the ass, climbing the cliff, but the farm was up on
top...Right at the edge of the jungle. Dale usually didn't surf this far out
but I thought the waves here were some of the best in the area. Yea !
Ok...It was easy to check out the farm, too. I did a quick inspection of my
plants and then scampered back to the house. Dale was out rippin' at his
favorite place...The fucker was so lazy...Shit ! It was only about a couple a
hundred feet from his door.
I was antsy...Every time we spent any amount of time at the general store,
especially if we were buying the bar...Somebody would tell a different version
of the story about the Japanese gold. Now, I doubted any of the locals had
dropped the bar I found in the ocean...No...It must have come from the
original stash ?? Hard to tell how it got there ?
Dale got back early in the afternoon and was napping when I got up from a
mid-day siesta. I told Dee Dee to take all the girls to the general store.
Told her not to be home before four. It was a little after one. I was
puffin' on a joint. Dee Dee asked if I wanted her to come back. I was still
in awe of her body and I'd been with her pretty steady for a little over five
months.
"No...Dee Dee... Just keep the girls at the store until four. Now...Get
along." I patted her behind and off she went. I continued smoking the joint
until they were out of sight.
Dale was snoring when I entered his house. I was carrying the back pack
and put it on the floor next to him. I shook his shoulder.
"Hey ! Fuck off, Malibu...You already had your nap."
"Get up, sonny boy...Time to use your brain if you haven't fucked it all
away by now." Dale looked like he was going to kick the shit out of me when
he rolled over.
"Look who's talking...The garden freak...When aren't you stoned ?" I
laughed and told him to lift the back pack. He did. He held it above his
head, swinging it back and forth. "We get something in the mail ?"
"Something like that. Open it and find out. It's Christmas in the P.I.,
sonny boy." He rose to an elbow and unzipped the back pack. When he brought
out the gold bar he sucked in his breath.
"Wow ! Malibu...I think we just became the village heroes. What kind of
finders fee do we want ?" He laughed real quietly, hefting the bar in his
hand. "Kilo ?"
I nodded. "Aaaaah...Dale, we don't have it all..."
He added. "...Yet !" We smoked the rest of the afternoon and were so
wrapped up in our theories that we hardly noticed the girls arrive. We'd
buried the bar in the sand behind my house right up against the jungle. I
hardly slept that night.
***** CHAPTER FIVE *****
I started surfing at the local spot. It was the only place Dale and I
could be sure we weren't overheard. We were constantly talking about the
gold. Shit ! We didn't even have it yet ! We were wasting our time talking
about it...Had no fucking idea where it was ?
I was down at the general store, setting up my laptop so I could zip off
to retrieve my mail. My mom knew just about as much as I did about pgp,
remailers, nym servers, etc. and was usually quite prompt with her messages.
It was late in the month. What month ? I'm not quite sure, to be honest
with you. But I was confident her message would be in today or tomorrow. I
always looked forward to hearing from her.
Stunned...I sat after reading the first line.
"Oh ! Fuck ! Fuck ! Fuck !" I was still for a long while. Ten minutes
later I was still staring at a now blank computer screen. Fuck ! My dad had
a fucking stroke !
It was a long e-mail and I rushed back to the house to read it all. Mom
said dad was recovering nicely but no more tennis or golf or fucking around.
I laughed. She actually used the words "fucking around" ! No shit ! Fuck !
They're fucking eighty ! God ! Damn ! There's hope for us all !
My dad had to be real pissed. He was always the active one, my mother a
little less high strung. No shit ! My mom got him a lap top and even encoded
a message from him. I cried. My dad hated computers...Thought they'd be down
fall of civilization. He once told me he sided with the ones who quit after
the war. The real war - W.W.II.
When I was younger, I was always trying to pin down exactly what he did
during the war but he was very evasive, always changing the subject. Well,
anyway...Once he told me he was with the O.S.S. I remember laughing. He
never acknowledged my questions again.
So in the e-mail I get from him, that my mother encoded for him, he tells
me "...still have some friends who might be able to help you out of your
jam...and this electronic shit isn't too bad...pretty slick, in fact." He
went on to tell me that one of his friends said it was almost uncrackable. I
was laughing my fucking ass off...Ok ! Dad, here it comes. I spent the rest
of the afternoon conjuring my answer...
...Mom also mentioned that Erin was by again for a visit. My mom was sure
she suspected we were communicating but never pressed. Erin only once asked
her to pass along a message...
"If you ever hear from Willy ?? Tell him, I'm waiting at the beach."
That explained a lot but I insisted my mother not share our communication.
The last line always made me feel a little safer. "No one has asked about
you." At least they weren't hassling my parents. The coast was still clear.
...Dale burst into the house. He'd been yelling from across the way.
"...Malibu...Malibu...I've got it, Malibu !" He plunked down right next to me
and held out his pipe. I took a hit.
"Ok...Just listen the first time and then you can ask questions." I
nodded and off he went. "...first thing we do is..." It took him an hour to
go through it and two while I was asking questions. We shoed the girls away
twice. They were down at the general store watching TV when we arrived. We
bought the bar and then told everyone we could find - "big party tonight." I
slapped down two one hundred dollar bills. The San Miguel started flowing and
soon the general store was over run with villagers.
Dale and I drank very little but did have a wonderful dinner...Chicken and
some other shit like beans and rice...Fuck ! Everything here had rice in it.
The sun was setting as I escorted the young ladies back to Dale's house. I
told them that we were entertaining the village elder and did not want to be
disturbed. I brought Dee Dee back to my house with me and waited for Dale to
bring the "chief." That's what I called him. He got a kick out of it.
The "chief" was not totally at ease and several of his sons hung around
out front. I turned on the cheap Japanese stereo, I'd sent away for, and we
listened to some Filippino music. I motioned for Dee Dee and she brought
over the bottle...Jack Daniels...One of the "chief's" sons told me of his love
of Mister John. Dee Dee knelt at his side and held the bottle out to him.
He was inspecting the seal on the bottle when she brought back an open
bottle and we all toasted our health. I sent Dee Dee away. I slipped the
gold bar out on to the mat in front of the chief as he drained his first
drink. He coughed when he saw the bar. Dale was holding out the bottle. He
drank again and then I told him how I found it.
Dale did the negotiating. It didn't take long. We got thirty percent.
The village seventy percent. All of this was minus expenses and bakshe. I
had a little over two hundred thousand on me from Tokyo. I'd front the deal
but I wanted honest expenses...I wouldn't gouge them but with the amount of
gold...
...Yea ! You're right we don't have it yet but Dale didn't worry about
that.
"You'll handle it, Willy. You'll take off one night on some trip and be
looking over their shoulders while they're burying it." I laughed.
The next day the village was a bee hive of activity. Most everyone was
looking for it...Probably a bad idea but we did have to find it to make this
plan of Dale's work.
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I'd carved my farm right into the middle of thick jungle...After all,
marijuana wasn't exactly legal anywhere. The villagers all knew we smoked
reefer but not many of them tried it. Just the young guys and then not
usually for too long...Maybe a couple of months...But anyway, the villagers
didn't care.....
.....I'm wandering through the middle of my farm, thinking back to when I
cleared the area for planting. The inner part of the plot was some what
sparse compared to the rest. I walked to that part of the farm and pulled
several plants out of the ground.
I was on my knees with my tiny hand shovel when I hit the first bar. It
took me nearly an hour to clear off all the bars. I started lifting them out
but quit when I got ten deep and couldn't get the eleventh out. Fuck ! They
were heavy. I re-covered the vault, even stuffing the plants back into the
ground. I knew they'd die but for a good cause. There had to be soldiers and
generals.
I did some quick calculations. Ok ! Ok ! It took some work with a pad
and pencil. Wow ! Fucking ten million...Twenty-five percent in bashed leaves
seven and a half or so...Thirty percent of that was two point two million !
And fuck ! There could be more ?!
I led Dale up to the farm as the sun was setting and when it got dark;
told him to start digging. Dale was ecstatic and couldn't stop running his
hands over them, all two hundred on top.
The next day we led the "chief" up and told him to dig. He was going ape
shit as he pulled the bars out of the ground. After burying it again, we
headed back down to the village. The party was on the "chief" !
We were just outside the jungle and about half way back to the village
when I put my hand on the "chief's" shoulder. He stopped.
"Listen carefully, Chief...I'm pretty much a peace loving fool but we're
talking about a lot of money here and there will be temptations. Now, if you
fuck us ? I guarantee...You better kill us. 'Cause if you don't one or both
of us will get some payback...And it'll be real shitty...Real shitty. I
guarantee it...Plus if you cut us out, you're fucked. The government will
take every penny of it. They'll build you a new general store or a church or
school...Some shit you don't want. With five million or so in the bank every
villager will have a yearly income of forty-five hundred bucks about a zillion
times the national average out here. So if you fuck us ?? It all goes down
the toilet. You understand ?"
He put his hand on my shoulder and nodded reverently. We hugged and he
was sobbing. I was pretty sure he wouldn't be a problem !?
We had to start quick, keep everyone busy searching for the gold while one
of us set it up. Shit ! We'd need a big boat and...Oh ! Fuck ! A lot of
shit to do before the sail date.
I told the "chief" that it would be better if just the three of us knew
where the gold was buried. He agreed and when we arrived at the general store
the party started. The three of us remained subdued for most of the evening.
I left early with Dee Dee, got tremendously stoned and passed out after
fucking her brains out.
***** CHAPTER FIVE *****
Before I went to Manila with the "chief" and his oldest son, I sent
another message to my mother...
...I was born in the states but they were married in Europe, after the
war...The big one - WWII...Another mystery ? Dad was always talking about the
first years of their marriage before I showed up. They had a dog. His name
was Jocko.
My message was a simple one, "...Oh ! And mom...Make sure to tell dad,
Jocko is still alive." He'd need some help so I littered a number of Jocko
posts in various news groups...The messages were all touting PGP. I also
created "Jocko" and placed his public key in all the usual places...
...The three of us stayed at the "chief's" brother's place - a real dump.
I decided there would be no fancy shit...In fact, the scummier the better.
There is nothing pretty about a round eye who can't make it out here...I mean
even a tech with twenty-five could make it out here and live like a king...And
if he had his shit together, who knows ? Let's face facts here...These are
the people who heisted the brand, spanking new Clark Air Base fire truck right
off base. Here one moment, gone the next...Then bartered with the air force
before they traded it back.
I've always felt, though, that the P.I. was just the warm up for the real
thing. Kind of european, in a way...Strong latin roots...Strong church. Now,
mix that with just a dollop of oriental mystique...Like I said, just a warm
up. The real players were beyond it's borders but close.
I was booked for tomorrow. Coach to Hanoi, The People's Republic of
Vietnam or whatever they called themselves today ? I really wasn't sure.
This was Dale's idea. He said they'd be the hungriest. Dale would have to
handle the technical details as I didn't know shit about weapons but we both
agreed that I'd do the initial negotiation. I was going by way of Thailand
and enroute somewhere I was going to become somebody else for a couple of
days. I had several aliases and usually traveled with ease...At least as much
as you can afford to be at ease when you're among strangers.....
.....Two days later I was in Hanoi, talking with the minister of some
such. The gold had been the come on. I could bring a lot of hard capital
into their country, no strings attached. I kind of figured they'd go for it.
We seem to be bombing just about everybody now a days and it started with
these brave people. Maybe, a little misguided but the kernel that started it
all grew out of nationalism...Unfortunately it was communist inspired.
He was about my age but not as well preserved. Good english...I figured
he fought the war for...Well, fuck ! Since his birth. What a turn on !? At
war, your whole life time, damn near.
Shit ! What am I saying ?! What a bummer ! They had to fuck with the
chinese right after us. I can remember everyone cheering for the NVA to kick
their butts.
Anyway, I'd been met at the airport by an official government car and
whisked right to this guy's office. No customs...Especially no U.S.
involvement...No shit...That was the deal. This gentleman, if he chose to,
could search my luggage. He hadn't asked to yet and that was a very good
sign. They were taking our offer seriously...Ten million or so in gold is not
chicken feed to these people. I felt confident as I sat and the minister's
aide went for tea.
"Major William Buffalo Tamarack, United States Air Force, retired. A
rough count...one hundred and ninety-six phantom sorties flown during the war
years. Just missed that magic two hundred mark. An exclusive club there."
He stopped and stared me in the eyes. The folder was open in front of him.
"Back to the states for a bit and then various assignments through out the
Pacific. You like our part of the world...I would think you'd have spent more
time in Europe with people of your own heritage ?"
Fuck ! The guy was right on...A rough count my ass. Now he was talking
about the air war. The tea came. "I flew over sixteen hundred sorties during
the war. All of our sorties were combat, even the training. I have credit
for one of your thuds. And I think one time I fought in a battle with your
ace, Steve Richie." It all rushed out, like it was rehearsed.
I remained quiet, knowing that this was just a courtesy. It built my
confidence. He came right at me when he continued. "Some in our government
think this is a scam, a hoax...Not to be taken seriously. The amount you're
talking about is hardly worth our effort. They demand to know where the gold
came from !"
For the first time, I moved. I shook my head back and forth. The first
hurdle. He looked at the wall above my head. I stared into his eyes. He
knew I was staring but never met my eyes. I could feel him tense up.
"The tea is very good but I didn't travel all this distance to talk about
our illustrious war records. Some of our leaders back then were carrying
awfully big chips on their shoulders. On the other hand, we were both
soldiers who conducted ourselves with honor, served our countries, obeyed
orders. I congratulate you on meeting me yourself and giving the proposal an
honest trial...Without party bosses and politicians getting all the emotions
raised and then the opportunity slips away."
I paused and just stared into his eyes. He was calmer. "I came to talk
about a deal we might be able to make which will place a lot of capital in
your hands and all of it is in gold bars. You'd net two point five
million...minimum. You would be right to think that there is much
more...About five times that we think, because...Well, we really haven't
counted it all yet and won't until we have a deal with someone. You know
we'll be able to pull it off because you can't afford the resources to follow
one stoned ex-military fuck who was an enemy of your country...Shit ! Over
thirty years ago. This costs you little and makes you some hard currency."
He was now staring right in my eyes but didn't say a word so I continued.
"Part of the deal is for you to front us some weapons, light arms...seven
point six two shit...Maybe some fifty-one cal...That kind of shit. That's all
it costs you. A month or so later, we sail into Hiaphong with a boat laden
with millions in gold bullion." I paused. "Right after I get confirmation
that say, ninety percent of the amount is deposited to a certain account in
U.S. dollars."
He laughed very loudly and said we were bank robbers. I countered that we
were more like air pirates. He laughed and slipped in fifty percent. My turn
to laugh. We ended up right where Dale thought we'd end up - twenty-five
percent. We shook on it and in came the rice wine. I hadn't even showed him
the gold bar in my bag.
The aide was pouring and he was talking on the phone. I could tell he was
arguing with someone. I could sense the ol' "My superiors will only agree..."
with this or that or whatever. I shoed the aide away and pulled the gold bar
out of my bag. I slowly pushed it across the desk until he noticed it. He
was respectful but firm and told the someone that they had better get their
ass down stairs right away.
The rice wine was very potent so I took very small sips. Kind of like
sake and tequila...Got to pace yourself...The years in Japan and trips to
Mexico paid off. The next guy was almost breathing hard when he burst into
the office. My friend made introductions and we had more wine. The aide sat
and took notes. The gold bar just disappeared.
I got everything I wanted and told them that I'd be sending out our
technical representative to select the weapons. We wanted them shipped to the
Marianas Islands...Via the P.I. There'd be a little hesitation there...Not
much but enough.
The minister of whatever...The guy I'd been negotiating with, turned out
to be a general and insisted we view some of the weapons tomorrow. He would
conduct the tour himself. I was gracious. It was a deal...These people
weren't going to fuck us. Plus, it would give me an evening in Hanoi. He
believed I knew several people who had visited here before.
I initially thought that maybe, this was a dig or a threat but then the
other guy raised his glass and said something I had no way of understanding.
I raised my glass and replied, "Hear ! Hear !" It's funny, the aide told me
later that the comrade minister's toast was very similar to our, "To those who
didn't make it home."
There were three of them sitting in the bar at the hotel. No shit ! It
was named the Hanoi Hilton and quite impressive. Somebody up here had a good
sense of humor...
Everyone openly stared at me, where ever I went. My general friend told
me to feel totally free. I was a guest in their country. They never checked
my bag so I got righteously stoned walking about in some war memorial. Then I
started finding airplane pieces. Wow ! This was fucking heavy !
I was already seated when the general strode into the bar and just about
threatened the bar tender with death if he didn't get us drinks immediately.
I told him to go easy. I was in orbit.
The women were a mix and had to be a set up but then I've never been real
shy about my love of the opposite sex. One of them was darling, about my age,
and looked familiar. No ! It couldn't be...Could it ?
"To women...Can't live with them...Can't live without them." His colloquial
expressions were a little behind the times but I don't imagine he has much use
for them most of the time.
"The one in the green barely remembers you. I think she took care of your
room a couple of times when you were down South. You know if the fucking
russians had given us better equipment we would have given you a better
fight."
"Who cares ?" He didn't answer me...But made the same toast his superior
did in his office. I followed with a couple of ours and then tried to talk
him into going for a walk. He was quite drunk by then but so was I. The sun
was going down and it was quite beautiful although the decorator here could
use a few tips.
"No...Willy..." It was the first time he used my first name. "My wife
would not understand. I'm not a warrior anymore and that shit..." He nodded
over toward the women. "...is for warriors." I laughed...Each of the ladies
was approaching forty...And like him, not very well preserved either...Life in
'Nam was harder than in the land of the free and home of the brave.
I was crying...Ordered another round but left before it arrived. I waved
to all three of the ladies and off we went. The general and the bar tender
remained in the bar.
I told them I wanted to go to all the places that were forbidden. They
all laughed and the cabbie headed off who knows where ? I surely didn't.
Feeling I was just given a key to the city, I torched up a fat joint and
started encouraging the women to smoke with me. I told the cabbie I wanted
him all night and he'd get the other half of the hundred I gave him. I found
the place a little after two a.m.
The opium was smooth and old memories floated around the periphery of my
consciousness. The four of us ended up back in my room and romped around
naked for a while but it was mostly old people trying to pretend they were
young again.
The next morning, while taking a look at the weapons, I asked the general
if I could spend a few days down in Ho Chi Minh City. He thought a long while
about my hair brained request. I was sure he knew I had no earthly reason to
remain in-country any longer but for some reason granted my request. I knew
I'd have a better time in Saigon...It'd always be Saigon to me.
***** CHAPTER SIX *****
I flew down...No shit ! In the back seat of a Mig-23. Oh ! Fuck ! It
was tits ! The general was my pilot and "fucking A" let me fly it right from
gear retraction. Two Mig-21s, out of some place I've never heard of, jumped
us just South of the old DMZ. They should have come out of the blue sky...Not
the build-ups below us. You're right...I was extremely lucky. Better lucky
than good any time.
The general was not taken by surprise and laughed as they eventually ran
me out of energy and gunned my brains out. I was out of my mind and dripping
sweat ! The mother fucker let me take it down initial at Bien Hoa and pitch
out and...Wow ! Let me fly the final turn and said the landing would have
been acceptable but he took it about a second from touch down. Fuck ! If I
could still ejaculate, I would have creamed my jeans and the "g" suit, he
insisted I put on just before climbing up the ladder !
I was met by a chauffeured driven limo...No shit ! First class !
"No one in this country except politburo members or fools would dare
interfere with this limousine. Fortunately for you they are all up North
tonight; the politburo members, that is. Your deal has become very attractive
to many of our younger members...The 'up and comers,' in your vernacular. This
is our way of thanking you. Saigon, as you fucking yankee air pirates called
it, is still a rather uneducated place. They do not have the same values as
those of us in the North...Major Tamarack, I hope you enjoy the key to our
pearl." He embraced me and quickly turned to climb back up the ladder after
promising that my technical representative would receive the same red carpet
treatment. I waved as he roared away...
"Magic Fingers !" I was packing a pipe. Always come prepared is my
motto. I planned on testing out this "key to the city" shit out right away.
Well, I wouldn't flaunt it but I was hoping...I was getting high just
packing the pipe, thinking back on the flight. I'd been stoned as shit when I
arrived at the airport, thinking it'd be a transport type thing. Wow ! What
a fucking trip !
The driver kept saying, "Magic Fingers ? What are you talking about ?"
His english was excellent. I'm sure he was an intelligence agent...Well, it
was fun to think he was ?! Just the fact that he kept repeating it made me
feel he knew exactly where I was talking about. I'd only told him once. I
kept filling the pipe. I left my gym bag in the back and hopped into the
front seat. He looked surprised.
"I'm Willy and you're going to be one unhappy Jose if you think you're
going to keep up with me without sharing a little of this pipe with me. This,
my son, will take us to the moon and stars and I imagine that's not an often
experienced feeling around here. You're going to remember this night as long
as you live." I torched up the pipe and squeaked out. "Bien Hoa City...On
the double...We've no time to spare...I'm going to turn back the clock in
Saigon tonight !"
It was almost immediate. "Ho Chi Minh City and I'm Nuyen...I've heard
people in your country make fun of my name...Is that true ?"
"Sure is, Nuyen. In fact, I'm probably a chief offender." I took another
hit off the pipe and held it out to him. "Have you ever made such a
characterization about...Say, a chinese or maybe, a cambodian ?"
He reached out and took the pipe. "How do I do this ?"
This was going to work out fine ! Why are we always held to higher
standards than the rest of the scum ?
First stop, an electronics store. I bought the biggest, loudest stereo I
could find. It was a shopping area with a lots of little shops. Kind of like
the U.S.A. was when I was a kid...Or maybe I was lucky and grew up in a place
like this. But this was it for most of them. Just this place...Good ol'
uncle sam offered you so much more...Not a bad fucking place...The United
States.
Well, let me tell you, the limo attracted a crowd. And so, it was more
like a boom box with detachable speakers. For an extra amount I got some more
batteries...Always remember the six "Ps" !
I asked the store owner to set it up in the back seat...Kind of
permanent...I'd need the rest of the room for the party I was going to have in
the limo. About three vietnamese were in the back wedging it above the back
seat and using adhesive to strap the speakers over the ends of the rear seat.
Next the pillows...A little harder but after paying for the stereo with a
hundred dollar bill, I had quite a bit of help. There were several candidates
in the crowd but this was too far out in the sticks. I'd wait for the big
city.
We drove away after I purchased some western music. Now, this was pure
black market shit. I gave the guy the names of some bands...The Beach Boys,
for sure ! Well, I was disappointed as all they had was eighties and nineties
shit. I told him I wanted to pick and came back with a real shitty copy of
some Pearl Jam live concert...And even some Hootie and the Blowfish...Wow !
Does that take me back...To the very beginning !?
When I got the limo in sight, Nuyen was being mobbed. I imagined everyone
wanted to know who the round eye was. I hope he was putting in a good word
for me. Good news always travels fast in this part of the world.
Off we went and I immediately torched up the pipe again and explained the
plan...
...We were both out of our minds, driving right down the middle of this
crowded street in Saigon with Pearl Jam blaring from the back seat. I was
waving at every pretty young thing I could find. I laughed my ass off when
the first official approached the limo with his hand out. No shit ! He was
about my age...Probably older. I yelled for Nuyen to stop the limo, jumped
out and embraced him. People came out of the shops. A crowd formed. I was
really out there. He tried to melt into the crowd, he was so embarrassed.
We had three of them...All gorgeous...All were mixed...Probably close to
thirty years younger than I. Champagne all around. I insisted Nuyen hire a
driver. Three was much too much for an old man. He was laughing his ass off
by then, holding a champagne bottle by the neck and drinking right out of the
bottle.....
.....We were parked out by Vung Tau. I'm sure the driver was another
agent as he showed up a little too quickly. I could hear the surf and had him
drive right down to the edge of the pavement. I got out and wandered around
for a while. There was only one I wanted to be with and I was sure Nuyen and
his buddy would have a great time with the other two. The old club had been
turned into something else. I had no idea.
Mai was quite drunk and just a little stoned. She didn't like to smoke.
Just one hit but it threw her head back and she exhaled almost immediately.
Her eyes were crossed and I started laughing. I told her I loved her. She
laughed. Then I kissed her. She backed away from me and fell in the sand. I
started laughing again. She righted herself and I kissed her again. She
didn't pull away and my tongue was in her mouth.
I was happy with my choice. We stopped kissing and I laid back on the
sand. She laid down with me and we slept for a while. Before I knew it, the
dawn was upon us. Coming from the East it made me feel I was surfing in the
late afternoon back home.
Oh ! I only did it once...When I was stuck at Bien Hoa with battle
damage. I didn't bring trunks...The six "Ps" again.
I stripped and waded out into the China Sea. It was warm and there was a
descent swell...Ok ! Not that great...In fact it was blown out shit...On
shore, too. I body surfed for a bit and noticed my companion was up. I waved
to her. She didn't budge so I headed for shore. She averted here eyes when
she saw I was naked but didn't resist when I lifted her and began to remove
her clothes.
She was just stupendous ! Nice high, firm breasts...About a handful with
real tiny areolae. Her nipples were no bigger than pencil erasures and hard
as rock. Her very skinny waist thickened to very nice hips, her mound covered
with fleecy dark hair. My cock was rising and I knew we'd have to body surf
later.
I lay on my back in the sand and motioned her over me. I guided her by
her thighs but she was hesitant to spread her legs above my face. Nibbling on
her ankles and then her calves...I was at the knee when she squatted...The
rest was in the bag. I lapped at her nectar for an awful long time, my hardon
wilting to a noodle but I kept licking. Her cunt was practically hairless,
her anus was and more than once I reamed my tongue into it.
She was totally quiet but was leaning back on her arms and grinding her
sloppy, wet crotch all over my face. She screamed a little when I twisted my
finger into her behind and then her weight was on my chest and I drove her out
of this world. She was insane, making all kinds of noise and my cock was now
hard as rock.
She was like a rag doll almost until I got some meat into her. Her eyes
focused on mine and then she rose up and impaled herself on my cock. She had
her hands in mine and was pumping her cunt up and down my cock like a gymnast
doing some floor exercise.
I just lay back and provided support as she pumped her nearly hairless
cunt up and down my dick. I was approaching blast off. It was getting
lighter and the sky behind her was a magenta. I actually thought there were
stars orbiting around her head. I spasamed and jerked around below her until
it was pointless. She was sweaty when she laid on my chest. I was exhausted.
It was noon before we left. I insisted that everyone go nude body surfing
for a while. Yea ! Everyone got personal lessons from master surfer
Tamarack. Well, I didn't get quite as close to the boys as I did the girls.
***** CHAPTER SEVEN *****
After relating my experiences, Dale was stoked out of his mind and left
the following morning for Vietnam. The village continued looking for the
gold...A bee hive of activity. I busied myself, thinking a bit ahead of the
present game. As popular as we were now, I could see the day when it would be
better if we were some place else...Plus, I sure would like to get back and
see my dad...And then, there was the business of Las Vegas !?
As soon as Dale got back, we started cooking up a deal for a boat. It
took about three weeks of haggling and cut outs and all kinds of other
bullshit but we finally hired a boat. We were sailing the day the arms
arrived. The chief was honchoing at the village and Dale was in charge of the
boat.
There were six of us when we left for Longpo; two of the chief's sons and
two other young men from the village. After several days of milling about, we
all watched the arms transfer from the dock. Our boat had some spanish
sounding name...I can't remember.
We set out to sea as soon as the arms were loaded. Once clear of the
harbor, Dale broke open the boxes. I freaked out when I saw the missiles -
SA-8s or 9s ! Fuck ! Whose idea was this ? Dale didn't have a clue either !
We found the envelope when Dale cracked open some of the ammo. It was from
our general buddy, telling us that the missiles might just come in handy. The
Far East was a dangerous place, he said.
Dale took him to heart and had us working with the weapons as we tooled on
up the coast. Four of us would remain on the boat at all times during the
loading operation. The remainder would help the shore party. The captain
wasn't real hot about the weapons but relented a bit after Dale explained our
incentive plan.
I feared loading was going to take a little longer than a century as the
village only had five boats worth a shit ! But the chief was way more
prepared than I thought he would be.
The villagers were all ready to go when we cruised around the point.
Their boats were already anchored out beyond the surf line. Closer inspection
revealed four or five rafts that looked like they were washed up on shore.
One of the chief's sons had figured we'd get the gold out through the surf
like Dale and I did when we went surfing.
The captain stayed with the boat but we sequestered the rest of the crew
in the village. Dale insisted we load at night. Now, I thought this was
total insanity but the village elder agreed with him and that's what we did.
The women and children would toss a whole bunch of bricks over the cliff.
The men would load up a couple of rafts with the bricks and out through the
surf a couple of guys would go with one of the rafts. It took us over a week
and we were way off on the count. It was almost triple what we thought. My
mind could hardly fathom the amount...Our share alone would be over two and a
half million !! A piece !! I was afraid the Vietnamese wouldn't be able to
cover the bet.
I spent the last night onboard the boat with Dee Dee as the party raged on
shore. We could see the camp fires from the boat. I think she sensed I'd be
leaving soon as she was clinging to me. Dale insisted we leave as soon as it
was dark the following evening and had plotted out a course that looked like
what the Nimitz and her battle group would use to try to foil soviet technical
means.
The next day, I returned to shore and made a last check of e-mail for a
while. Dale said I should rig up something so we could shoot at the satellites
but it'd take weeks to get all the hardware. We only had standard ship to
shore shit but the boat did have a G.P.S. Wow ! Was that a freak out ! I'd
been before that time in the air force and here this filipino boat captain has
one and I suppose he uses it ?
I had one piece of e-mail in my "Jocko" account that was encrypted...The
rest was spam. My hands were shaking as it was from Mortimore...My dad's
middle name. I think that's why he let mom name me "Buffalo;" to get back at
his parents for his middle name.
He went on and on about how neat technology was. You could keep up with
everyone, even if they were on the move. What they could have done with that
way back when ? He laid out his schedule in Zulu...Said he'd be standing by,
waiting during those times. It took me the rest of the afternoon to lay it
all out, encrypt it and send it. I waited. The reply was almost immediate.
"Msg rec. luck. mortimore." I was laughing as I headed back to the boat.
We boarded at sunset and then waited. By midnight we were out of sight of
land. Dale had it all planned out and at day break he briefed the crew. He
had me round up the four of them and bring them to the wheel house. The
captain was already there, obviously.
Dale announced that there was a going to be a special bonus for this
trip...hazardous duty pay. One gold bar a piece. He threw one on the table
he was using for his notes. The four of them had eyes as big as saucers,
especially the cook. The captain was getting a lot more but made a big show
of insisting the crew share some of the spoils. Dale and I were way ahead of
him.
The trip was boring, except for the silly little exercises Dale had cooked
up for all of us. Jesus ! We hardly had time to get stoned...This screechy
little whistle of his echoing through out the ship...All of us running to
battle stations. I was in charge of the missiles as if any fucking airplane
was going to attack us. It'd be a boat and these fuckers would be worthless.
But Dale insisted I know how to use them. Fuck ! The instructions were
in russian. I didn't have a clue but Dale was confident that I'd be familiar
enough with them to use them...So I spent a lot of time carrying one
around...Come on now, these were made for grunts. I was a pilot and obviously
much superior in intellect than mere grunts !?
I spent a lot of time stoned...On night watch...And the memories flooded
back...I missed america...the United States...Mexico...God ! I had some good
times down there...I was sixteen, seventeen...I can't remember ? We were
going down for a week...Never made it. Some friend of mine had a V.W. camper.
Slept two but the bed sucked...Even for fucking. We started out.....
"Come on, Willy ! Who gave you these directions ?"
"Ah, just some guys who were passing through as they worked their way up
the coast. I was telling them about some places up North where I used to surf
in the winter...Some of the hard to get to places...Some of them are better
than P.V."
"Oh ! Come on, now...It's hard to beat P.V. in the winter..."
I cut him off with, "Brian...It's better up north. P.V. takes just one
particular storm. Up there it's just natural like the south swell is to the
South Bay."
"Well...Fuck this surfing talk. I can hardly wait for the Rendezvous
tonight. Wow ! The fucking stories I've heard...thousands of surf bunnies
packed into the fucking place....."
.....It was still light when we entered the ball room. Fuck ! It was
packed. Hundreds of sweaty kids, half on the dance floor dancing to the
Chantels or somebody like that. Most of the rest...As usual...Sat around,
segregated...Very few mixed groups, except for the dancing. The crowd was a
little older than we were but we were game...Hot surfers from Palos
Verdes...Shit ! Half the guys, we talked to, never heard of the place.
I was staring at her from about twenty feet away, just walking around the
periphery of the dance floor. She was talking with about three or four other
girls. She caught me staring and I surprised myself, locked right into her
eyes and turned toward her. I made it almost like cotillion. I bowed at the
waist and in a booming voice bellowed out. "May I have this dance, miss ?"
Her friends started cracking up and even some people around us were laughing.
I remained bowed, waiting for her reply. None came, so I stood up. She
was damn near my height. I was fully grown at six foot-one about a hundred
and sixty-five pounds. My football coach told me I'd have to come back in the
Fall at one seventy-five or better to start varsity.
Anyway, she had blonde hair, short, cheek level, blue eyes...Not much bust
and I was real spoiled with that back home with Connie...A lot of other shit,
too ! I was no where near a virgin ! She was a big girl but cute as all get
out...A local ! I was sure.
***** CHAPTER EIGHT *****
"Well, I guess so ?" She sounded less than enthusiastic about the
invitation. We were out on the dance floor and I was doing my usual hopping
around. I couldn't dance worth a shit. A slow one finally arrived and for
just a second I thought she was going to split on me.
"You live around here ?" She just nodded her head. We kept dancing. We
were hardly touching.
Just prior to the song ending, it came. "You here for the Summer ?" An
opening and I dove in. This could be an all week thing and you never knew
what you could do in a week. She was at least a senior if not a freshman in
college. Fuck ! I'd just got my driver's license six months or so ago.
"No...My buddy and I are working our way down the coast to a secret surf
spot surrounded by a marine base...We'll have to sneak in and out and if we
get caught, we'll probably spend the rest of our lives in the brig." She
started laughing. I sped ahead. "If you and one of your friends would care
to accompany my friend and I, you're quite welcome."
I had no fucking idea what Brian was up to ? She came back with something
cute, like: "Just get your boards this Summer ?" I felt myself flush. I'd
been surfing over ten years...Since I was five, if you counted air mattress
shit. My uncle started me board surfing when I was seven...this was my tenth
Summer and except for football most afternoons, after school, would find me in
the water. But this young lady didn't know that.
All the guys here were dressed the same...Jeans...rolled up cuffs, just a
bit. Blue tennies, blue nylon wind breakers, pendleton shirts, penney's "Ts"
with hair a little longer than fashionable. My football coach was always
giving me shit at the end of the Summer about getting it cut. She had no way
of telling the real from the phony...Now, I wasn't anything to write home
about in the water but I didn't spend much time on the beach regardless of the
conditions or the size. I'd surfed just about every spot from well North of
Santa Barbara to the hill and that was a lot of area to cover back then.
As we were walking back toward her friends, she asked where we were
staying ? Lots of kids came down here during the Summer and stayed with
friends or rented a place and tore it up for a week before getting kicked out.
I told her we were sleeping in a van. She mentioned that Corona del Mar
was a better place to stay...Right on the beach and they had a bathroom with a
shower. There wasn't much here on the peninsula except down by the pier and
the cops were pretty heavy there. Corona del Mar would be better.
I thanked her and we parted. We didn't even exchange names. The info she
gave me was good shit though and we spent the night in the parking lot at
Corona del Mar. Today, they'd never let you do that but this was eons ago.
Corona del Mar's surf left a lot...Well, it was shitty and crowded. Old
timers always said it was better before they dredged the channel out of
Newport Harbor and Balboa Bay. But that was years ago. My uncle told me
about it. That was the picture I had, so I was very disappointed.....
.....We'd stopped surfing a long time ago...It was almost noon when I saw
her. I immediately wished I still had my board on the beach but it was locked
in the van, so hot, the wax was melting off it on to my sleeping bag...An
occupational hazard back then. Well, I strode on over anyway and said, "Hi !
Fancy meeting you here." She smiled. I was stoked.
We spent most of the afternoon with her and her friends. She wanted to
know if I was going to be at the Rendezvous again tonight ? I just nodded,
saying something cool like. "Yea ! If we don't get invited to this bitchin'
party on the island."
Brian knew some guys but they were way older than we were...Juniors or
seniors in college, friends of his brother. The chances of us getting an
invite were just about zero. Shit ! Wild horses couldn't keep me away from
the Rendezvous ballroom.....
.....It was still bright out. I was standing around outside the
Rendezvous. It didn't open until seven but I didn't want to miss her. No
sense in us paying when I was going to whisk her off to this boss party. I
couldn't believe Brian's brother's friends came through...Even asked us to
chip in a couple of bucks for the beer. I was on cloud nine !
It was past eight before I picked her out...Getting into line. I strolled
down to where she was talking with the two girls from the beach. She waved.
I was bubbling up with excitement. She looked great, wearing a Hawaiian print
muumuu. I was stoked !
Her name was Cynthia and I thought that was a real cool name. Bonnie and
Judy were her friends. They were going to be freshman in college next year.
I was going to be a junior in high school. I kept telling myself that I acted
older than I was...My mom always told me that...Could take care of myself.
"...thinking, maybe we could split and go to this college party on the
island ? I can have you back wherever you need to be...whenever." She looked
at her friends. They were not quite as good looking as Cynthia but no where
near dogs. "Oh ! Your friends, too !"
Off we went toward the ferry. By the time we got there the party was in
full swing. A couple more would go un-noticed. Now some of the guys we were
partying with were pretty good surfers. One of Brian's brother's friends had
gotten his picture in Surfer Magazine. Anyway, they all knew us and although
we were not in their league, they treated us ok because we were kind of cool
gremmies...Now, neither of us considered ourselves gremmies but we weren't
that hot either. There was a lot of talk about forming some surfing
association and having contests, going pro...That kind of shit. Getting paid
to surf...Now, that'll be the day !
There was music but no dancing...Just a lot of people drinking and smoking
and bullshitting. About midnight I took Cynthia outside and we danced in the
street. I held her tight and was surprised to feel her squeezing back. I was
kissing her for the first time when the cops came around the corner, lights
flashing on and off like they were making a traffic stop.
They hassled the older guys a bit about the noise and made some remarks
about all the beer cans all over the place but left about ten minutes after
they arrived. I walked the girls back to their car and rushed back to the
party. I was in love again...God ! It was so easy to fall in love back then.
Ha ! Ha !
We met them at the beach the next day about noon. All thoughts of Mexico
disappearing in the sure scores we were courting. They had to be easy...They
were college girls...Almost. They even brought us sandwiches. I'm sure that
was Cynthia's idea ? We all went swimming together and then I made my pitch.
"Ok ! Now, hanging out here is cool but I'm positive we could all use a
little more excitement...An adventure. I say we leave early tomorrow morning.
Go dutch treat for breakfast, you guys bring lunch and Brian and I treat for
dinner...We go looking for this secret surfing spot I heard about...The surf
around here sucks !"
Total silence. I looked around for some support. Cynthia finally said
something like, "I'm game...Another day at the beach...Who cares what beach ?"
I started laughing and then we were planning it. It took us the rest of the
afternoon. I didn't see Cynthia that night. Instead, Brian and I sat around
with the old guys, drank beer and talked story. One of the guys was from
Hawaii and he was telling the most outrageous stories about the surf back
home.
They started smoking hemp late; the smell, heavy and so sweet. I don't
think Brian noticed as he was pretty drunk by then. This skinny hand rolled
cigarette was being passing around. I took a turn and then another. They
were coaching me on how to do it but I sure didn't feel a thing. A little
while later I found myself on my back on the grass out in the front yard,
gazing up into space at the stars.
The Hawaiian came out and told me I missed my turn. It must have been two
in the morning or so. He torched up another joint and we took off to the
heavens with him as my guide. I could see myself riding Kaisers. Waikiki.
Ala Moana. Maybe, even go up North and try the big stuff ? I was with a
friend. It wasn't quite clear. It was a sad time...It was still dark when I
picked myself up off the lawn. The hawaiian was still up, smoking with a
couple of guys, I didn't recognize. He called me little Buffalo...He was big
Buffalo. I laughed. He laughed. I bought a baggie full of the stuff and hid
it in my traveling bag.
***** CHAPTER NINE *****
One of the girls and I were spreading the barbed wire apart. The other
two girls were holding the brush aside. We'd found the cut wire...A tight
squeeze. We'd been on the road since five...I was really stoked when we found
all three of the girls waiting on the street corner right on time and ready to
go !
Some of us slept on the way down...It took us a while to find the repaired
wire but it was a cinch to open up and now we were all back in the van and
slowly making our way along the path. It looked years old and was really
rutted. We went though some more brush and then up a little rise. There it
was...The Pacific...Opening up as far as we could see both to the right and
left. Waves were breaking all over the place and not another surfer was in
sight. I was very excited !
We parked on the rise and Brian and I were on our way, scampering down to
the shore line. We surfed for what seemed like hours and then had this big
lunch the girls brought...Surfed some more in the afternoon, even though it
was blown out and then ate hot dogs and potato chips for dinner. I necked
with Cynthia all the way home in the back while the three of them sat up
front.
While saying good-bye at her front door, she casually mentioned that her
parents were going to Palm Springs for a couple of days starting tomorrow. My
brain exploded with ideas but it was late and I was tapped out. We went back
to the island and parked a ways down from the house. The party was blasting.
This time there were some couples dancing. The Hawaiian rushed across the
room and told me the surf had been great this afternoon. Where was I ?
I just smiled. I knew it had been great...A little blown out but waist
high and getting bigger. Tomorrow morning would be the best and then I was
going to talk'em all into spending the night at the secret spot. We named it
S.O. Ten. I was stoked and took off into lower earth orbit after just a
couple of drags on the magic cigarette. I slept on the grass again and even
rolled my own very crude joint, hitting on it some more before falling asleep.
The older guys talked us into going up to Huntington Pier with them the
next morning. It was a kick but very crowded. A little too much crowd for
the size, shoulder high and very thick.
On the way back to Balboa I talked Brian into spending the night at the
secret spot. We'd get the early evening glass off and the early morning glass
all to ourselves. "...of course, we'll ask the girls ! You think I want to
spend the night snuggling with you ?" Brian was as stoked as I was !
We were like two corks in the sea as we drove to Corona del Mar...Almost
bobbing over the hot sand. Babbling like complete idiots. Cynthia could
invite Bonnie and Judy to spend the night and then we'd all head down to the
secret spot and get drunk and surf and eat...And everything.
The girls held a conference and then it was bedlam. We'd need more food
and some more coolers. We could put the boards on the roof. Someone had some
racks. The girls were bringing sleeping bags. We pushed off a little after
three and rolled to a stop on the bluff, over looking the Pacific, a little
after five-thirty.
I was watching the bee hive of activity on the bluff. The wind was almost
calm and the glass was coming back. The girls insisted we surf and who was I
to object to that ? I was scratching for a wave...Up and sliding right. The
wave was shoulder high and just perfect, walling up in front of me. I was
inching toward getting five and then tasting sea water. A little too much
weight on the nose. My board washed up on shore.
Cynthia and her friends were drinking beer down by the high tide mark. I
pulled her up and dragged her toward the ocean. She was squealing like a pig.
I was laughing like an idiot. We were about knee deep when she turned my face
and kissed me. That stopped all thoughts of pulling her into the ocean. I
was kissing back and had a hand on each of her butt cheeks. I was getting
hard in my trunks. We were still kissing.....
.....The sun was close to setting. The two of us were sitting up on the
dry sand watching the sky change colors. I got up and rushed back to the van.
In less than a minute I was back with my bag. Just a grocery bag...A couple
of pairs of underwear, extra set of trunks and several "T" shirts...Oh ! Yea,
a tooth brush and some tooth paste. The baggie of dope was wrapped up in a
pair of boxer shorts.
"What the hell is that, Willy ?" She shrieked. "Is that marijuana ?" I
looked over at her as I attempted to roll a joint. There was hemp all over my
lap. I'd never heard it called marijuana...The Hawaiian called it hemp...The
best fucking plant in the world !
"Shit ! I don't know, Cynthia...But it's magic...No shit ! Cynthia !
Fucking magic !" I toked up the joint and passed it to her. She took a
tentative hit and when it was her turn again, I was a cheerleader. "Go !
Cynthia ! Go ! Cynthia !"
I was in outer space, looking down on the earth. The sounds from the camp
were drifting down to us every once and a while. Somebody yelled, "Hey ! You
two love birds going to eat ?" They all laughed. I got to my feet and helped
her up.
"What are you supposed to feel like, Willy ?"
I turned her to face me, our faces were not very far apart. "Like
something inside of you is has just broken out and you see things and hear
things that you never did before...Feel things, too ! Like you're a part of
something bigger and trying to break out of it but it's so big you don't think
you'll ever do it...But most of all you feel warm...At ease...A part of that
something bigger...Safe. Things slow down and you can really break them apart
and look at them. It makes you love everything."
We kissed for a long time and I put a hand on her breasts for the first
time, now it was through her "T" shirt and bathing suit top but all the same
it was tit...Bigger than my hand...Real wide. I could feel her nipples get
hard and I was growing down the leg of my trunks.
"Now, let's go convince our friends to join us." We walked hand in hand
to the camp fire. One of the girls, Judy, I think, looked at my crotch and
then turned away. No shit ! I had a boner in my trunks.
I crouched by the fire and motioned them all around. It took me about
five minutes. I rolled as I talked, confident that they'd all join us.
Cynthia was facing the darkening ocean and just staring at it. Soon I had two
joints making their way around the circle.
We were well into the third joint. Several different conversations were
going...I don't think any of them made any sense. Cooking the hamburgers was
anarchy...Five stoned teenagers bumping into each other as they all tried to
do something different at the same time...Too many cooks spoiling the broth.
We ate like pigs and devoured all the food we brought.
After dinner...We didn't clean up shit ! What fucking pigs we were ! I
rolled a couple of more joints and then picked up my sleeping bag in one hand
and Cynthia with the other and headed down the beach. "...To get a better
view of the stars."
Brian said something about the "submarine races." The other two laughed.
The sound of their voices disappeared behind us and it got quiet...Only the
surf. About a half moon was coming up behind us as we sat watching the waves
break. The sleeping bag was spread out and we were both leaning back on our
elbows, feet out in front of us.
***** CHAPTER TEN *****
I knew we were going to share something that not a lot of people ever
experienced. I don't know how I knew...I just knew...Like I knew Connie and I
were going to make love to each other...It just happens...If the circumstances
are right...Maybe, like the planets being aligned or the moon and stars or the
moon and the tides. Shit ! I don't know ?
She was draped over me and we were exploring each other's mouths. My hand
was under her sweat shirt and I was rubbing my hand all over her bare back,
even under her bra strap. When her hand worked it's way under my "T" shirt, I
started working the sweat shirt up over her head. She moved away from me...On
her arms, like she was doing a push-up, helping me pull it off over her head.
The bra came next and I was staring at her tits. Like I said earlier, real
wide...And where Connie's were big, they pushed out from her chest. Cynthia's
were probably just as big, it's just that they were real big around and didn't
push that much away from her chest.
Her areolae were about the size of mine and since Connie had huge ones I
was a little freaked out. Her nipples were pointing out of her light brown
areolae like pencil erasures. I sucked one into my mouth and I know I heard
her suck in her breath. I pulled her down on to me and rolled over. I was
now draped over her and my face was roaming around her breasts. Her arms were
around me, pulling my "T" shirt off and I was getting a reltne in my trunks.
I slowly kissed my way up her rib cage as I stretched out her arm above
her head. I licked her underarm and no shit ! She actually moaned. My cock
hurt, I was so hard. Her under arm was covered with stubble, like she didn't
expect to share intimacies. I was nibbling on her neck as my hand ran down
her stomach. I just know she sucked in her waist because I slid right down
into her cut-offs and was feeling nothing but panty.
It felt like she had a lot of hair and the crotch of her panties were
definitely damp. I was squeezing her plump cunt lips between two fingers and
grinding my hardon against her hip. When her hand grabbed my dick, it was my
turn to moan. She giggled. I moaned a lot louder than she did. We were both
trying to get each other's hand's into each other's pants and it was almost
like ballet.
I finally rolled away from her and pulled my trunks down. I looked back
at the camp fire. It was hardly visible in the distance, probably just coals.
I didn't think the other three would bother us but you never knew with
teenagers.
I turned back to Cynthia. "I think this would be a lot easier and a lot
more fun." I came at her and kissed her deeply. Her hand went right to my
dick and my mouth started down her neck. I was just about kneeling over her,
my tongue buried in her belly button with my hands pulling her shorts down. I
made sure her panties came down with the shorts and now we were both naked.
I started at her right knee and worked my way up her thigh. Then the
left. Her "V" was covered with a carpet of thick curls just a shade darker
than the hair on her head. I planned on licking all around it but didn't have
the self control. My face was in her curls, my tongue digging into the cleft
of her pussy. Her legs remained closed but that didn't deter me. My mouth
started making trips from her breasts to her mouth, to her belly button, to
her hair pie...Round and around I went until she stopped me. My dick was
still hard as rock, grinding against her stomach.
When she spread her legs, I took it as an invitation. She was passing the
cake and I was definitely going to take a piece. A couple, if I could ? I
was poking my dick against the matt of hair covering her vagina and getting no
where. I finally slid to my knees between her legs and buried my face in her
loins. The moan was almost a yelp, my tongue was already painting her flesh.
She was more than damp and as soon as I had some hair cleared away was slick
and lubricated.
My dick slid right in and her legs immediately came up around me. I was
moving in her and her eyes were closed. Her hands snaked up my arms and she
was pulling me down on top of her. I was stoking for the downs and just going
bonkers ! Her cunt was so tight...Tighter than Connie ! She was a real
different feel and I was in space, weightless and sliding in and out of her
like a rocket ship escaping the earth's atmosphere.
She clutched me very hard and bit my shoulder, her hips hunching up at me
as I fucked her...I almost froze and then the seed was spurting out of my cock
and bathing her vagina in semen. I kept pumping and she was breathing loud, a
panting and I was there again, filling her cunt with more semen.
Our bodies were damp and sticky. We were on our sides, still kissing.
The light sea breeze was cold against our skins. I pulled half of the
sleeping bag over us but there was hardly enough and my butt was hanging out
in the night air. Our legs were entwined and we nibbled on each other for
awhile but eventually fell asleep.....
.....It was light enough to surf. A good sized swell was pounding the
beach. God ! This was a paradise ! Peaks all over the place, rights,
lefts...Both off the same wave. I was in a quandary. Cynthia was breathing
lightly. I wondered if she was awake ? Maybe, I could sneak in a few waves
before she woke up...Probably not as it was late...At least seven. Brian
wasn't out either.
It was almost a whisper. "Don't you even think about it. Neither of us
has a stitch on and..." She rolled over and threw the sleeping bag off of
her. Her tits hardly jiggled, Connie's jiggled a lot. Her legs were partly
spread and I could see the remains of my load at the tip of her "V". My cock
was starting to get hard.
"If we hurry...You might still be able to get some waves..." I was
climbing over her and her legs were coming up around me. Her hands were
tugging on my penis and I was like stone. She was damp but by no means wet.
I drilled around in her flesh and then was in. I froze. Her hands were above
her head. I sank another inch in her and froze. Her eyes were staring into
mine.
I put my hands in hers and stretched her out further. She wiggled her
hips and I was another two inches into her. She felt the joint with her hand
and turned to look at it. I laughed and reached for it. The matches were
further up the sleeping bag and we had to wiggle along the bag to get at them.
Cynthia lit the match and held it. I was still holding myself barely in
her...Ok ! I was about half way in but trying to stay there.
I'm taking a huge drag and then she's taking it out of my mouth. She's
hitting off it like it's life itself. An ash falls on her neck and she bucks.
I'm buried in her and fucking her like crazy. The joint's burning on the
sleeping bag.....
***** CHAPTER ELEVEN *****
"Tweeeeeeeeet...Tweeeeeeeet !" I hit my head on the bunk above me. I
wanted to kill Dale Haggerty. I was just about to get my rocks off and soar
through space. The whistling continued and for just a split second I knew
this was the real thing. I torched up a joint and sat on the edge of the
bunk, sucked the smoke deep into my lungs and then Dale was bursting through
the door, yelling like a mad man. He was one pissed off Jose !
"You stupid, fucking stoner !" I was taking another hit off the joint.
"I kind of expected you to be a little more prepared for this shit. You know,
you've done it before..." I was taking another drag. "...but here I am
surrounded by all our brown brothers and my white brother is down here getting
stoned and visiting fantasy land. Get your ass up stairs, mister ! We're
about to go to war and I'd hate to have you miss any of it."
I picked up the AK and followed him, the joint dangling out of my mouth.
No sense dying...Well, if you're not fucked up. My mind was already painting
a picture of what I'd see above decks. The filipinos were all at their
battle stations, hiding along the deck sides. They all had a thousand rounds
in clips and I was impressed with their calm. They were still...No fidgeting
about. I peeked around the corner of the boat house and spied the intruder.
They were a long way off but the captain had already put them on the...Ah
shit, I can never remember that stuff. The captain had the bogie at about ten
o'clock and we were really pounding the sea...Probably our max speed with all
the gold...No shit ! There was tons of the shit below. We had to spread the
weight out just like loading an airplane.
There were two of them but nobody else knew that. I put my hand on Dale's
shoulder and continued to watch.
"You sure ?" I just squeezed his shoulder. He continued. "Good that'll
make it easier. You know how hot those things get ?" I was still nodding and
went below to get the SA-9's. These fuckers were in for a real big surprise.
I was dragging two up the stairs when the buzzing came from the filipinos
laying on the deck. They were passing the word around that there were two of
them.
Dale was walking around the deck. The crew was up on deck, too. They
were hiding where I was with the missiles, behind the boat house. I told two
of them to go down and bring up some more. Dale was screaming at me.
"Pincer, Malibu...Both same make and model...Got twenty knots on us, easy...No
way they'll carry all the gold."
To the filipinos he was counseling. "No shooting until Willy shoots a
missile. Then open up. Even if they shoot first...Hold your fire...And...Go
for the people...Not the boats."
"Willy, coming through about twelve o'clock. No uniforms." Dale was
lying on top of the deck house with the captain's binoculars. I was lying on
the decking, like the filipinos. He was almost yelling and I think everyone
could hear him. The picture formed in my mind. I activated the coolant and
got ready to scramble to my knees. "Got a mount on the nose and a nasty
looking barrel resting on it. Probably only eight or ten round clip...Not a
water cooled barrel. We're in luck !"
Such optimism !? I was about to piss my pants. I heard them throttle
back and the bull horn sounded almost immediately. Chinese...Loud and clear.
They called us by name and told us they needed to come aboard, checking for
contraband. Dale was still lying, almost right above me...Up on the roof of
the boat house. The captain leaned out and called up to him.
"They're chinese. They want to come aboard."
"You want to die ?" I was looking up at the captain, he was shaking his
head back and forth. Dale wasn't even looking at him. "Then let's keep
booking ! Speed is life !" Shit ! I thought I was in space. Dale was
beyond me...He was on a deep penetration mission and was going to rally his
troops to victory. I could see it in his eyes. I could also feel it surging
through me.
The shell landed about fifty feet in front of the boat. I sensed the
other boat was a ways from us. The one closest to us fired the warning shot.
More chinese. Dale was calming the troops. "Hold your fire...Hold your
fire...Safeties off. Willy is it cooled ?"
My mouth was dry. It was a weak sound. "Willy, show a little more
confidence in your leader."
"Sir ! Yes, sir !" I'm sure the other boat could hear it.
"That's better, Malibu ! They're coming about...our five o'clock, a
thousand feet out. Sorry you won't get a tail shot but the motor is hardly
covered...Lots of pipes showing."
Urine was, no shit, drooling out of my penis ! I couldn't hold it back.
My arms were shaking as I let my mind drift and capture the picture Dale was
painting for me. Another shot and this was a lot closer. Water splashed up
on the deck. More chinese.
"Now, Malibu !" I was on my knees, heard the growl and fingered the
trigger. Just a split second before she left the tube, I saw the result. I
had my next load and was climbing up the ladder. The fucking russians were
smart fuckers. The shoulder strap was tits ! The explosion was deafening but
then it was only about a couple of hundred feet from our boat.
The missile had captured the heat but when I uncaged the seeker head and
fired, she rose a little then dove for the water to gain airspeed. The fucker
did a low yo-yo and exploded when it impacted the water. I was embarrassed.
Shit ! I'd flown enough air to air...
The sound of a round going through the boat house brought me back to the
here and now. The accompanying explosion pissed me off. The filipinos were
putting thousands of rounds in their direction but the boat was racing away
from us at a good clip. I was sure they were out of range of the small
arms...But it was a fucking nice rear quartering tail shot.
The growl was loud in the headset so I uncaged the seeker head. I
started raising the elevation of the tube slowly until I could just hear a
faint change in the sound. I fired. Another round exploded in the cabin
house and now I could hear the other boat firing. I motioned one of the crew
to heave up another missile.
I never took my eyes off the exhaust of the missile. I knew it'd soon
disappear but not before these fuckers got the surprise of their lives. It
had started down and was skimming the wave tops...No one in the other boat had
a clue. The explosion was loud...And a lot of real black smoke started
trailing the boat. Their speed was cut drastically and Dale was yelling at
the captain to turn toward them. Fuck ! Just leave'em, I thought, but wasn't
about to call time out to discuss the tactical commander's decision.
I was sighting in the other boat. It was creeping toward us. I doubted
they could talk to each other. There'd never been a need before now. After a
couple of shots from their mounted guns; everyone before had raised the white
flag and it was over. This afternoon, these fuckers had made an error in
judgment. The other boat didn't really have situation awareness and was going
to pay big time.
The growl was there but it was no where near the sound that I had a moment
ago. It was almost a nose on shot and I could see the guy aiming their gun.
I uncaged the missile and started raising the tube. Fire three ! The missile
leapt out of the tube and almost immediately started down. They must have
seen it as the boat came around and was churning up the water as it dug to get
away.
I could almost sense the missile gobble up the increased heat as it leveled
off on the wave tops. Almost the same pattern...Explosion...Lots of black
smoke and the boat was almost dead in the water. I could hear machine gun
fire from the other side of the boat. I was the only one looking at the
smoking enemy on this side of the boat. The tail was sinking and now the
second boat was disappearing into the sea.
***** CHAPTER TWELVE *****
Dale was across the top of the deck house, throwing his arms around me.
The filipinos were jumping up and down on the decks, hugging each other.
The crew was doing the same. The captain never left the wheel house and I was
afraid that he may have been hit but then he was yelling for the crew to check
for battle damage. Another of Dale's ideas.
We lost most of the glass in the wheel house and the captain had a few
cuts on his arms but that was that. What they were firing at us packed none
of the punch those missiles had. We were still going full speed ahead and the
smoke of the battle was disappearing below the horizon. The filipinos were
still celebrating and I was torching up a joint.
The second in command was piloting the boat while Dale cleaned the
captain's wounds. There was a bottle of whiskey on the table and the two of
them were sharing the bottle and plotting a new course.
"Hey ! Malibu, take this down to the troops. Tell'em, I'll be down in a
few minutes. Don't let them get drunk, stoner !" He had his arm over the
captain's shoulder as they studied the chart. The captain looked up and told
me to make sure the crew got their share. I was laughing, climbing down the
ladder.
The exuberance on deck had subsided. I felt everyone was drained. As the
filipinos were passing around the bottle, I felt the wetness of my jeans.
The stain was dark and very damp. I took a deep drag off the joint. Fucking
"A" ! I really pissed my pants ! Time to change.
I had to piss again and could hardly hold my dick still. I fished another
joint out of my pocket and started chain smoking. Fuck ! What was I doing
here ? This was insanity ! The clouds disappeared and I was looking down on
the boat from above. I kept climbing and now I could see the coast of
Vietnam. There was no one between us and the coast. I started cleaning my
cock and balls with a damp cloth.
Dale was standing in the doorway of the head. "Good job, Malibu. I was a
little worried after that first shot. I wouldn't have thought of that either,
though. The fucker did a low yo-yo, didn't it ?" I was crying and we were
embracing.
The rest of the trip was anti-climatic. We went back to "four on - four
off" and Dale's little whistle was always screeching about two hours into my
nap. The fucker !
Everyone was excited when we spied land and I immediately started trying
to tune in the radio frequencies I was given. The general had given me
several depending on where we came in sight of land.
"Bandit...Bandit...This is Yankee Air Pirate...Over." It was weak but
they were replying. We stayed almost out of sight of land until we turned
toward Haiphong. Dale still didn't trust them and I could feel the tension
from the shore.
"Yo ! Bandit ! Yankee Air Pirate here...We're about six hours out and
just skirmished with some chinese fuckers. Hope you're not looking for us as
we're still a little trigger happy. We'd like a chopper at..." I rattled
off the lat\long that Dale had given me.
He came right back. "You Yankee Air Pirates are always getting into
trouble in this part of the world. Any casualties ?" It took me but a minute
to complete a sitrep and I know he was sweating. The silence was deafening
when I told him the amount. He paused a very long time. "...will make some
people here very happy." Shit ! There was twenty-five million in gold below
decks !
The chopper was orbiting the boat. We were at battle stations and Dale
was sure the general had told the chopper pilots that we were armed to the
teeth. The captain was doing the talking and then coming around into the
wind. The chopper hovered over the deck house and down came the basket.
Up I went and then the chopper was moving off over water...And I wasn't
wearing a life preserver. What a fucking idiot ! The flight was very
uncomfortable in the basket and I thought about how much better the ride would
have been with a U.S. chopper.
There was quite a crowd waiting for me and a lot of official vehicles
around. I thought back to Dale's last words to me. "...try to fuck us. You
tell'em we'll sink the boat and they don't have the savvy to go deep to get it.
We'll sell to the highest bidder...Just the location and they won't get shit.
Tell'em that, Malibu !" He just knew they were going to fuck with us. And I
think they were.
I got out of the basket with the AK slung over my shoulder, an old flying
scarf tied around my forehead. I looked like something right out of a "B"
movie thriller. The general was in the background. Dale was right ! I
threatened, swinging the weapon down toward the ground, my arm laying on the
barrel. They were tense and then one of their aides came running towards us.
You could feel the urgency in the sound of his feet pounding on the tarmac.
The running stopped and I could hear excited vietnamese. Some more
running. This time only twenty feet or so...Some more vietnamese. They'd
found the boat and it was all over ?! I could only see mist on the sea.
Dale'd insisted we find some and they were hiding in it...After the helicopter
left. All the Vietnamese were talking and the general was coming toward me.
"Major Tamarack, I'm glad you could make it back to visit our country
again. The word is just out. You are quite the heros, risking your lives to
deliver our treasure." He was clasping my shoulder. "How did the missiles
work ? Satisfactory, I assume." He slowly drew me away from the group of
officials. They were all talking on their phones. Jesus ! Everybody has the
fucking things now ! They were ok but I preferred a beeper. Couldn't track
you down as easy and smaller...Kind of a cut out.
"The minister of finance is phoning instructions for the transfer. In a
few minutes you should be able to confirm it with your bank and then I thought
after the gold is unloaded and counted and all these politicians have gone
home...You and Lieutenant Colonel Haggerty could maybe stay a few days...A
week...As long as you want." He raised his arm and the music started
immediately...The Beach Boys ! "...surfing now, everybody's learning how..."
Nuyen was standing by the limo, the rear doors wide open, music blaring.
He was flashing me the peace sign. "It's now the favorite of the younger
set...the up and comers. They're fighting over it every day. A little crude
but they like it. It's yours for as long as you want it. It's a long ride to
Saigon from here but intelligence tells me that there is some excellent surf
along the way. We confiscated some capitalist surfboards after the great
patriotic victory and they'll be delivered to your hotel tonight. I assume
the Hanoi Hilton will be ok...Although I hear you prefer the beach." He was
laughing so hard I thought he was going to hurt himself.
end
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