I recall Norleen ... Tommy's Bun Buddy! ... Shore Leave From The Suez Canal ... Pyramid Pal And Two Lonely Women ... Bruce Watches
CHAPTER TWO
We Board Ship Again ... Heading For The Mediterranean ... Stabbing In The Canal ... We Are Sent To Port Said ... Helping A Friend ... Sofi of Said
CHAPTER THREE
A Letter To Norleen ... Bruce Gives Advice ... Italy On The Way! ... We Find Naples Nell ... Her Strange Story ... Bruce Leaves ... Naples Nell
CHAPTER FOUR
Bruce Looks Sad ... I Take Bruce Out On The Town ... Trouble At Marie's Hotel ... Marie Explains ... Jailed! ... Marie Of Marseilles
CHAPTER FIVE
Atlantic Interlude ... Tommy Gets Some ... New York In Sight
CHAPTER SIX
Norleen Is Waiting ... I Introduce Her To My Shipmates ... My Letter Brought Up ... Shower Time! ... Home Is The Sailor
CHAPTER ONE
I recall Norleen ... Tommy's Bun Buddy! ... Shore Leave From The Suez Canal ... Pyramid Pal And Two Lonely Women ... Bruce Watches
I entered the bedroom and noticed Norleen standing like a statue of some Goddess in all her naked radiance and magnificent beauty. Her eyes were fixed on my body, and I could feel myself throbbing with anxiety and appreciation. I was just thinking of what it would be like for this dish to taste me, when I heard her utter in a demure and sexy little voice, "Ohhhh, Gordon, it's ... it's gigantic! It's twice as big as I imagined when we were on the beach! What ... what do you want me to do? Now? I mean..."
"Nothing, honey," I told her. "Just lay down on the bed and I'll get on top of you-and when I get there, just relax, put your legs up over mine, and we'll do what comes naturally."
"My other boyfriend never ... He never turned me on like you do Gordon!"
"Well, maybe he doesn't know how to do it."
When both of her ankles were resting on my hips I instructed her to put my penis in her hand and place it at the beginning of her vagina. When I felt that it was in place, I began a slow and gentle plunge into the full depths of her tight little box. I realized I had better relax for a moment until she had gotten used to it. Then I looked into her wide open mouth, and then into her big beautiful eyes, and she responded by saying: "Gordon, it's-it is so-so very, very big-much much bigger than-oooh, it hurts me, Gordon, it-it hurts!"
I looked down at her and said: "Want me to take it out, baby?"
She uttered a small cry of pain, but she grabbed me by the rump and with both of her hands clinging tightly to my cheeks she forced me another inch deeper into her.
"Oooooh-oh, I'll get used to it-I'll get used to it."
She nearly screamed-but she was all the time gripping my rear.
"It kind of hurts-but it hurts so good-so very good-please-please don't take it out-don't ever take it out-it's sooo goood-OOOH."
"Don't worry, honey-I'm not about to take it out."
I began stroking then, letting my meat slide into her softness to its full depth, then pulling it out slowly, waiting for her to get used to it. like every sailor, I know how to ride with the waves.
Norleen was gasping her approval, and I could feel her under me heaving with desire. I wrapped my arms around her and grabbed those two luscious cheeks that had teased me all afternoon on the beach, almost falling out of that tight little bikini bottom.
Her hips shifted, and it forced my prong into a tight angle, and I could feel the walls of her hole. She was wet now, and the soft walls were wrapped tightly around my shaft. Norleen was moaning, and I wasn't any too quiet. My rear was humping faster now, and I was squeezing those luscious melons like nobody's business. I must have pinched her or something, because she gave a little squeal, but I buried my mouth on her lips and pressed my tongue against her teeth. She got the idea. She opened her mouth and let my tongue enter.
Her spit was clean tasting, all water and no food crumbs, like whores have. Whores have dirty mouths, but this little beach bitch didn't. She had the cleanest, sweetest tasting mouth I had ever had.
Her fingers pulling my cheeks apart were driving me wild. The long afternoon of waiting for this, and the sun and warm sand, and now her silky-smooth body, combined to make me explode.
"Oooooh, Gordon," she exclaimed. "Ohhh, baby." She held me tight against her.
ODD
At the moment of reaching a climax I was very abruptly awakened when the chief officer loudly knocked on the foc's'le door.
"Hell, Gordon, I know you're a pretty good bosen, but what the hell kind of crew have you got on this old scow? A bunch of gas-hounds as well as a bunch of land-loving ass-holes, or what?"
"I'll have to talk with the entire crew, mate-as soon as I can get all the hands in the mess hall." I wanted to get back to my dream.
"You better, bosen, or you can tell those ass-holes they'll all be looking for new jobs once we get back to New York."
"Yes sir."
I reluctantly got out of the sack. It was my intention to muster out part of the crew to complete the splicing on a boom's topping lift wire which was lying on the deck next to the number four hatch on the starboard side, and then get back to Norleen.
I went to call Harry and Tom to finish and complete splicing in the eye on that wire but, opening their foc's'le door to turn them to, I instantly received another of my many great surprises that this trip had in store for me. My sudden presence shook both of them when I laughingly said: "Okay lover boy Harry-get your fat prick out of Tommy's ass-hole."
I never will forget the slurping sound when Harry quickly withdrew from between the cheeks of Tommy's rear.
"You wouldn't tell about us, would you?" asked Tommy meekly.
"Well fellows," I answered, "I had something rotten to tell you, but hell-you guys have put me in a bit of a spot, and unless we start putting out some work the chief is going to fire all of us. And shit-it's hard to get a bosen's job and believe me, I want to keep the job I've got-
"Ooooh bosen," Harry cried out, "don't rat on us-shit, if I get kidded about being a 'boy-fucker' I think I'd probably have to swim home. Don't tell the crew, okay? I'll work as fast and as good as possible."
"Me too," replied Tom, "I'll do anything you say-only-only please, don't tell!"
"Well, I'll think about it. But you guys just remember what I said about being on the spot and don't you forget it."
I turned and abruptly left the foc's'le. As I entered the mess hall I quickly noticed that with the exception of Harry and Tom, and the quartermaster, everyone else was there.
"Alright, you bunch of sea-biscuit bastards now you hear this-and hear it real good. If one of you gets up from where you're sitting while I'm talking, I'll personally knock you right on your ass. I'm getting tired of all this jazz. I've tried to be a good bosen. I've given you all some pretty lazy jobs but-you seem to be always too gassed up to do anything even half right. If I was to go to some old lady's tea party, I'm sure I could get a better and more active crew. When we're in port, I give you as much time off as possible. It's always the same old bullshit over and over again. I seem to always end up knocking half of you motherfuckers dead on your ass. Believe me, you bunch of bilge-pumping pimps, this bull is going to stop, as of right now. Anymore of the same old shit won't land you flat on your ass anymore-I'll just flip you over this scow and into the drink. And I don't mean I'll throw you overboard while we're here in this Suez Canal creek
-I'll wait until we're out in the middle of the ocean near a bunch of sharks. Now then-if you're wondering why I'm so pissed-off, it's because I've just got my ass chewed out by the chief officer. So, when he comes down on me, you'd better believe I'm gonna come down on you. This shit is gonna stop as of now-or else I'm gonna start busting some ass. And if anybody thinks otherwise, just step forward right now and I promise you a busted face and a nice swim."
The crew quieted down and, judging from their expressions, they would have done any job that needed to be done-right then and there.
I took a deep breath and then spotted one of the crew sitting right in front of me and said: "Hey Bruce-you little cunt-lover, come on in my foc's'le-I want to talk to you." Damn, I thought the kid was going to go through the over-head the way he jumped when I said I wanted to talk to him.
"What's the matter, bosen? Did I-did I do something wrong?"
"Hell no, kid. Close the door-everybody doesn't have to hear our bullshit. I guess one of the reasons I've been kind of nice to you, Bruce-you know, showing you around in the different ports and kind of helping you along with the work that has to be done is that-well you're new-and one of the few new men that I've ever shipped out with who really tries to master every job. That was a good splice you put into our after-shroud-ratlines. Now, thanks to your good splice, we can get up to the masthead without goin' head over rump through the shroud."
"Well, I think the reason I try pretty hard to learn is, because I really kind of love the sea-and-and I'm sure glad you're not pissed-off at me or anything. You're a pretty good bosen. Everybody was in the mess hall when you were bawling us out except Harry and Tom! I knew Herb was at the wheel. But where were the other two?"
"Oh, Harry took Tom down number five hold to grease up the 'glory-hole'. "
Bruce had a very puzzled look and in order to take his mind off a subject that would obviously lead to other questions, I quickly said:
"Well Bruce-how would you like it if I take
Bruce almost fell over his tongue trying you with me to visit the pyramids?" to convince me that he would really appreciate it. Then he quickly inquired: "Wonder why the whole crew is in the mess hall and in the middle of the night-even the guys who are off watch?"
Bruce accepted it when I gave him the typical and standard answer about the crew having channel fever.
"All I can see is a lot of sand," Bruce said.
"Shit, kid, it might seem like we're in the Suez Canal, but actually, we're not. Maybe in an hour or so."
"What do you mean, bosen? Hell, have you looked out the port hole lately? The beach is so close you can actually spit on the sand!", "Yea-yea, I know Bruce. The upper part of this Red Sea, just before you get into the Suez Canal, gets so narrow you can almost jump on the beach and help push the ship-and I think it's too bad we can't wait until we get to Port Said. That's on the Mediterranean side of this canal, but I think we'd be closer to the pyramids. Anyway, we'll leave from here at daybreak. Besides, it's kind of interesting driving through that sorry desert in a taxi cab. The chief officer already told me that we're not going to tie-up in Port Said. We'll just stop there long enough to drop the pilot then we'll cut out for Naples.
"He also told me that we'll only be here in Port Suez until seven tonight, then, we'll start the passage through the canal."
"Boy, Gordon-you don't mind if I call you Gordon, do you?? Or-or should I still call you bosen?"
"Well, you goofy little ass-hole, that's my name isn't it? At least that's what they have been calling me for these many years. Anyway-sure you can call me Gordon-except of course, when we are on deck-on deck it's bosen, okay?" He nodded, and I dismissed him.
As I was getting cleaned up, I realized that this was a trip I was really looking forward to. Hell, it had been over five years since I'd been to the pyramids. I guess I was getting a little excited.
"I'm excited too, Gordon. But let's not forget to have one of the longshoremen write down the name of the dock."
"Bruce, you're learning fast. But I don't think it'd be much use here. I doubt if we could find one of these Egyptians who understands his own language, let alone English."
He didn't get what I was driving at, but brother, he was sure all set to cut out. I told him that before we left we'd just get some coffee in the mess hall. I had a pretty good reason for making the suggestion. I was used to Egyptian coffee. And I didn't like it. like their cigarettes, it tasted like camel dung.
"You said that you would be surprised if an Egyptian here could speak his own language-I don't dig that-what-what did you mean by that?"
"Ooh brother-there certainly isn't anything slow about your ability to come out with plenty of goofy questions. But I guess I can't really blame you this time. Anyway, the other languages, French, Italian, English and Greek, and whatever else have you, are more commonly used here than their native tongue. At least, that's what it sounds like to me, anyway
-maybe that's why anytime anybody addresses them in their native tongue they look at you like a cow staring at a bastard calf. Anyway, let's get the hell out of here, we haven't got too much time."
We had no difficulty in hailing a cab. They were parked all around the dock. Bruce was so startled by the cab driver's English, he looked like he was about to swallow his tongue. Our driver went on to say that it would take only part of the morning for him to drive us up to the Giza Plateau and to the Mena House Hotel near where the pyramids were.
Bruce nearly flipped his cork when the driver mentioned how many piastres it would cost. "Christ, Gordon, how much is that?"
"Do you like feel like paying for everything, Bruce?"
"Uh-maybe not, Gordon, but-but just how much is that in American money?"
"Not as bad as it might sound. Even though I did leave my adding machine aboard ship-as far as I can figure off hand, two hundred piastres isn't quite ten bucks. But it sure as shit is pushing the hell out of it."
Bruce let out an obvious sigh of relief, then added: "That's not too bad-sure, I'll pay half."
"You better, or you'll suddenly discover it's a mighty dry and long walk out of this desert." I laughed and looked at Bruce, and saw that he was slightly upset, so I smiled, nudged him in the ribs and said: "Relax, kid-little buddy-I'm only kidding!"
As we drove, I asked the driver if he would wait for us while we went inside the pyramids to have a look around. Then Bruce's eyes lit up like a pair of headlights when he almost yelled into my ear: "Holy cow-you mean-hell, I thought you were only kidding when you said you can even go inside these pyramids!! "
"Yeah, man-yeah, now button your lip until I finish talking to our driver."
"Okay, Gordon."
"Driver," I started again, "wait for us while we go inside. And how much Baksheesh do you get for waiting?"
He replied the price quoted covered that as well as the round trip fare. I directed him on to the Mena House Hotel and I gave him an added incentive by promising him an extra fifty piastres when he finally drove us back to the ship. From then on, it seemed from every word the cabbie uttered, he was about to pull up in the sand and kiss our ass or give us both a blow-job! Damn, some people can sure get mighty sweet when extra money is promised.
After awhile, the pyramids came into view-and when Bruce spotted them, his eyes damn near popped out of his head. I had to laugh, although I had had the same reactions some five years previous.
When we arrived at the lower part of the Giza Plateau and the entrance of the Mena House Hotel, Bruce said he felt hungry. He was pretty insistent. I reminded Bruce that he'd soon realize why I personally avoided having breakfast here. He looked at me with a puzzled look.
"In order to really appreciate the wonderful chow they have in this hotel," I remarked, "that's right here in the middle of this oasis-"
"They serve pretty good chow in this beat-up old hotel, eh Gordon?" Bruce interrupted.
"Sure as shit. It's kind of a run down old joint, but just wait until you get inside-you'll see that they don't usually cater to the common working class such as us-but man-it's more often than not they serve to those fucken millionaires. And, before you ask, I'll tell you that the chow in this joint is high as hell-but you'll never forget it-and I mean, you'll never forget it. In Cairo, you can get a pretty good dinner for about seventy piastres. Here, they'll soak you three times as much. Just wait till you smell those aromas and get a look at the way that things are done here. I'll mention this word again, Bruce, because it's the only word I can think of to describe the food they prepare here. Shit. It will be something you'll tell people about for the rest of your life. I had dined here five years ago, and my mouth can't forget it."
We went inside and were shown to a table immediately. Bruce ordered a steak and he didn't have to wait too long before being served. I watched Bruce as he started to eat. He was truly impressed.
"My God, this is awful. It's still bleeding! And what's that white stuff on it? Rice?"
Laughingly, I came back with: "Yeah, right you are, Buddy. Rice. Unless it crawls."
"Crawls."
"Then it's Japanese rice. You know. Lice."
He looked ill for a minute, and laid his fork down slowly.
As we left the hotel and started toward the hill in front of us, Bruce put out a loud squawk: "Wow, bosen-, I mean, Gordon, shit, that looks like it's going to be quite a hike-and all up hill, and in the sand!"
"Yeah, it is, I guess," I quickly answered, "but not when you're riding on a camel."
"Did you say, camel? Where are they?"
"Use your eyes, kid-they're all around this damn place. What's the matter with you-would you rather walk? Besides, the guy who has the camel will also act as a guide for us. I just hope we can get some ass-hole who can speak pretty good English."
Just then we were approached by one of the camel drivers and he said: "I speak very good English, sir."
"Okay, we'll take you and also your friend," I answered.
Again, Bruce was stymied. "How the hell are we gonna get on it, Gordon?"
"That's the part that's easy-he lies on the sand and waits till you climb on his hump-and you'd better be firmly aboard or you'll end up with your face buried in the sand. His movements are sudden and jerky. You have to be alert and wide awake or you can-and will-be sprawled all over the fuckin' desert-as though you might have tried to fly up to the pyramids without the benefit of a camel. You know, Bruce, unlike a horse or even a cow for that matter, the camel comes to a standing position one section at a time, and, in four separate moves-first, the front, when you snap backwards-then his ass moves-this time you get your body snapped forward with your head snapped in the opposite direction. By this time, you start to feel like you're back aboard the deck of a storm-swept ship. But, by the time he tilts you back and forth again, you'll probably figure you'd be better off if you were back on board that same ship-it could be safer. Believe me, Bruce-a camel can swing his ass in more angles than any bright architect ever thought of. Anyway, let's assume he's finally got up on all fours and he suddenly turns that long neck of his around and gives you a thorough look-I guess he wants to size up the cargo he has aboard. It's a hell of a strange feeling, but it's better to hang onto that curve in his neck than to get your head buried in that fuckin' sand. So, if you'll take a hint from me, an old pro, you'll hang on. Now-any questions?"
"No, Gordon, I-I don't think so."
"Okay, Bruce, buddy-let's knock off all the bull. Let's introduce ourselves to our guides so we don't have to keep yelling 'hey you' when they're showing us around."
We discovered that our English-speaking guide was named Max and his partner was called Joe. Max explained that Joe didn't speak English very well. He also told us that Joe's lack of English was more than made up for by his knowledge which, of course, was what we were paying him for.
When Bruce attempted to mount the camel, he more than verified the authenticity of my instructions concerning the mounting of a beast of that kind-and I do mean beast. The one that Bruce had was sure some kind of a bad actor. Bruce moaned and groaned every foot of the way. He swore that the animal had it in for him and, that before we reached the pyramids, his nuts would probably roll off the saddle. And, on top of everything else, Bruce complained of getting sea-sick from his ride which naturally was just so much crap as far as the rest of us were concerned. He sure made a real production of his situation-but finally, we reached our destination.
Max proceeded to fill us in on the details of the historical background concerning the sphinx and the pyramids and the fact that they were at least three thousand years older than any of us. Also, he explained there was the mystery about the pyramids which made them one of the Seven Wonders of the World or, as Max phrased it, 'the Tombs of Mystery.'
At last, upon approaching another pyramid structure, Max informed us that this pyramid was called the 'Great Pyramid' and, he added he thought that we'd enjoy this part of the tour. I assured him that we would-even though I had been there before.
"Do you mean that we can really go inside?" asked Bruce.
"Damn, I've told you ten times," I snapped, "but I guess you won't believe it until we get inside that old graveyard. And brother, what a weird feeling it gives a guy! The small and narrow passageway I was in when I was here before went almost straight down and into a small room where all the tombs are. The first thing I thought of was to put my 'John Henry' on some wall-or someplace-but I couldn't. There must have been thousands of other tourists who all had the same idea."
Max interrupted my talk when we approached the entrance to the Great Pyramid and said: "I'll have to give the attendant the tickets you purchased before you can be admitted."
After he had done so, he continued: "Mr. Gordon, I think I overheard you telling your friend that you had visited the tombs down below when you were here before! If that is true, you are in for a bigger surprise than he is.
Believe me, he was right. I sure did get a surprise when Max took off and removed a partition which closed off a very small tunnel that seemed to lead almost straight-up and towards the center of the pyramid. I stopped Max with a yell: "Hey, that tunnel's big enough to stoop over and walk in--. Shit, I never seen that the last time I was here!"
"Well then," Max replied, "instead of showing you the tombs down below, I'll just lead you up to the first gallery. We go through the main passageway. We'll walk almost straight for a few minutes before we cut off the main passageway and enter the little room where all the Egyptian queens of a few thousand years ago were entombed. Then, we'll emerge from those chambers and re-enter the main passageway again. Then we'll climb upward for another few minutes before we'll enter a larger room which is called the 'king's chambers' where the Pharaohs were all entombed. But let's go inside and I'll explain everything as it comes."
"If I ever see that mother that guided me around here before," I angrily said, "I'll blacken both of his eyes for not having taken me through here."
Max laughed then replied: "Don't get so upset-sometimes the guides are in a rush to get as many parties as they can in one day, so sometimes they don't always bother with all the parts of a pyramid. And another thing, Mr. Gordon, Mr. Bruce-the passageway leading into the interior isn't always open."
"Okay, Max," I replied, "if you say so. I'll just assume that it wasn't open the time when I last was here."
It wasn't long after that statement that another strange, and this time sexually unusual, event on this trip materialized. As Max led us on in the tunnel, Bruce and I took the opportunity to do a little rough-housing and exchange a few personal and highly descriptive insults in order to cover our increasing nervousness.
At one point, I thought things were getting a little too spooky, so I touched Bruce on the shoulder as he was walking in a stooped position and asked: "May I have the next waltz?"
He was covered with sweat and it was then that I began realizing why air conditioning had become so necessary to the civilized world. Max called our attention to the fact that we were now entering the second gallery-and after we had looked around in the chambers that housed the ancient queens we continued on up the passageway to what was called the 'Innermost Ante-room.'
Max started to explain some of the history of the sights we were now seeing. "Gentlemen," he began, "as you know, this is the Great Pyramid. It might be interesting to know that, as you have already surmised, this is certainly a truly great work of art. When it was completed, it contained something well over two million blocks of stone averaging about two and a half tons each-the majority of which were quarried from the Giza Plateau itself. The fine casing came from across the river at Tura and Massars while the granite was brought over six hundred miles from Aswan in the south. And fellows, we know that the work, as a whole in building these pyramids, was organized with the most scrupulous care. That's why these are considered one of the original wonders of the world-and something the entire world will never cease to discuss."
After our automatic responses, nods, and uhhuhs, Max picked up the tale again: "Gentlemen, these are indeed the greatest of all works ever made by human hands. I would venture to say that when these pyramids were constructed, mankind itself was still in its cradle. Well, here we are, at the extreme interior and at the entrance to the Kings' Chambers and, the Innermost Ante-room'. "
Bruce stared in amazement then replied: "Wow, it's really a big chamber, huh? Hell, it kind of makes me feel like I was living a few thousand years ago."
"Yeah, kid," I answered, "and, in a way, it gives me that same sort of creepy feeling-I wonder if the swab-jockeys had to pay any income tax in those days?"
Max interrupted: "If you'll follow me, gentlemen, I'll take you inside of the Innermost Anteroom."
As we followed Max towards the entrance at the top, we suddenly heard a spine-tingling scream coming from within the ante-room. If shoes didn't come complete with strings, I think that Bruce and I would have jumped completely out of ours. As it was, the tunnel was a little too narrow and far too low. When I finally came back to good old terra-firma, I had another lump added to the accumulation of the many knots on my skull. It must have looked as though I was trying to use that selfsame noggin for a chisel to make a new opening. The blow was enough to more or less fog my memory of what actually took place at that time. Looking back, however, I can remember the expression on Bruce's face. He seemed almost petrified with shock. As I turned around, Max had somehow gotten behind me-he gave me a reassuring smile and said: "Don't worry, please,-don't worry about that scream, Mr. Gordon-evidently, some lady tourist has gotten frightened. We hear screaming in here quite often."
"Just the same," I answered, "I am the kind of guy who can't, and won't, accept such a simple answer to things of that nature-especially, when I hear a woman scream!"
Naturally, I had to investigate for myself. As I entered the chamber for which we had been heading, I came to a very sudden and abrupt halt-on the floor in front of me I spotted a young girl, with flowing blonde hair and a well stacked body. She appeared to be somewhere around age twenty. She was being comforted by another lady who looked to be about thirty or maybe thirty-five years old. She was either protecting or trying to revive the younger girl from a faint. Then I noticed a few feet beyond the two ladies that there was a man in the corner-with his back towards us. I could see that he was busying himself ransacking one of the lady's purses. I came to a quick conclusion and acted about as fast as I got the set-up. The thief who was swiping all the goodies from the purse didn't see me, or even notice that others were in the chamber-until I was only a few feet away. By then, I'd already had put my plan of action into play. Also, by this time, Max and Bruce had followed me into the chamber. The older lady was too busy attending to her young friend to utter a word or to realize what was going on.
I gave that ass what would be called, a 'Sunday punch' catching him in the right eye, and as he staggered he bumped into a wooden case, letting loose on himself one of the damndest hordes of insects possible to imagine. The blow didn't quite floor him, but in spite of the support he was getting from the box, he was still wide open for another, and did I ever let him have it. This time, he went down, decked out. Bruce and Max then stood guard over him. I turned my attention to the two ladies. I reached under the arm-pits of the young girl and I started to raise her up to me. She was as light as a feather. I began to gently caress her temples with my free hand and I remember saying softly to her: "Come on, honey-wake up girl, you're among friends now. Nobody will hurt you-now."
I could feel an erection coming on real fast. In a few seconds it was throbbing against her leg. And as I continued to caress her temples, I swear I could feel her pushing towards my bod. Then, her pretty eyes began to open and she began to speak: "Oooh, I'm-I'm awake now."
After looking into her lovely eyes, my mind went into high gear trying to figure out a way for some action. Almost as soon as my mind went into gear, I came upon an idea that could leave me alone with both of these women.
"Hey, Bruce," I said, "buddy, this guy who tried to swipe money from these ladies, is sure one son-of-a-bitch. I want to be sure that his ass lands in jail-but right now, these ladies are really shook-up and, of course, pretty excited. So, I'll just stay here in the chambers for awhile until they are more relaxed. You and Max get rid of that bastard."
It seemed as if the ladies went along with the idea of what I was saying. The older of the two, whose name I later learned was Anna, wiped her forehead and then said: "Oh, I feel terrible-because of what that horrible beast tried to do-oooh-I guess I'll-I guess we'll feel much better after we rest for a few minutes."
I cut in on her and said to the group: "I'll stay here and-by the way, what's your name, young girl?"
"Call me, 'Ileane'. "
It seemed for certain, though she was talking to me, that her eyes were sort of talking to the big bulge in my pants. It was a hopeful sign.
"I'll stay here," I continued, "with the girls until they feel better-but Bruce and Max-you guys get this bastard out of here and have the attendant outside give you a hand in getting him back to the hotel where you can call the law. And Bruce, you-you just help Max get this guy out of here."
I gave Bruce a 'wise' wink, hoping that he would understand and then I casually said: "And you don't have to hurry back."
Very shortly, the only ones left were myself and two very 'eatable little kittens.' I tried to put a look of passion in my eyes as I looked at Ileane and said in a very deep and masculine tone: "Damn, when I got up from my sack this morning, I certainly never figured that I'd end up in some pyramid with two lovely ladies who-who would-who would like some of Gordon's love--! ? You would-you both would like my-my love wouldn't you-gals?? "
"Ooooh yes," they both almost yelled.
For some reason, all the ego seemed to be' gone from my sails. I had enough sense to realize that something must be wrong. It appeared to me that those two broads were out to rape me.
"How come you gals are so eager?"
"Oh, Gordon-, " said Ileane. "Anna and I want a man-oooh how we want a man-Gordon, that's why-that is why our cab driver tried to rob us, I think-we both tried to make advances towards him. I guess, because we were behaving so 'forward,' he thought that he could get away with anything he wanted to."
"Well Gordon," said Anna, "it has been almost six months when we two left England for what was supposed to be a pleasure cruise. I guess you can understand that a woman, or rather a lady, needs love once in awhile-just like a man needs a lady-and-and everything like that-and Gordon, every time our ship stayed in some strange port for a couple of days, we just couldn't find any single men, only those who already had a girl on each arm."
"Well, hell girl, what about the crew on the ship?"
"Ooh, they're just a bunch of dirty old nasty men on our ship," said Anna indignantly. "They're all Greeks."
"Well, looks like I got to stick up for some of my shipmates-how do you know they were nasty old men? They were probably just 'over sexed senior citizens'. "
"Oh Gordon, what we mean is, they were probably nice men-if-if they would have only taken a bath once in awhile-so, we never did let them come near us."
"And Gordon," countered Ileane, "I know that you are not a senior citizen, but-but are you-are you over sexed?"
"You just raise your dress, girl, and drop your panties," I replied, "and I'll answer your question."
"Ooh God, I want that big thing in me too," panted Anna, "and-and, oh my God-oooh, I know you men, you get a girl once and then you've had it. So please, Gordon, please, take me first. Ileane is much younger than I, so she can probably get you excited a second time!"
"Dammit, Anna-you're not talking to some old man now-you're talking to a young oversexed stud who wants to love plenty of poon-tang-in fact, all my life I've always had a desire to make love in a certain position and, until now, I've never had a chance to try it."
"Okay," said Anna, "what position are you referring to, lover boy?"
"Well Anna, that floor is kind of dirty, so-you kids take off your panties and then you can lay on them as well as my jacket-and then, Anna-I can really put a whole bunch of meat right in your waiting hole."
While Anna was hurrying to lay down, Ileane appeared to have a rather dejected look. I cheerfully spoke to her and said: "Now baby-in a few seconds you're gonna feel like you're out of this world. Baby, I want you to stand directly above Anna's face-don't worry, Anna-I'm not asking her to squat on your face-but after I stick you, I'm going to drive Ileane completely out of her mind by sticking my tongue in her little cunny."
Shortly I was busying myself with laying Anna, and lapping Ileane-and doing both in a rather frenzied pitch.
It is certain that while I was entertaining those two girls, Bruce was not being a good boy. I heard a scuffing from the passageway that made me think he might have come back a little early. But that didn't stop me. No sir.
Ileane sure was tasty. I never did take my tongue out unless it was to wipe the moisture off my forehead.
It wasn't long until I noticed the bright reflection of Bruce's flashlight, and then I yelled: "Turn that light off, you ass-hole."
Anna didn't seem disturbed one bit. She still had a firm grip on my rear and wasn't missing a stroke. That gal really loved it. I completely ignored Bruce's presence and buried my mouth inside Ileane again. I finally reached a good climax and realized it was time to stop. There was just no way I could continue. I had been burned by that lay. Anna seemed as if she could have gone on forever, and Ileane, well, there was no way she would ever ask me to take my tongue out.
The way she was hanging onto my head, it felt as if she was trying to have my tongue reach her ribs. Boy, those two were really something else. But I had no desire to go on with Bruce watching from the shadows.
I explained to both of them that with the one light in the chamber going dim and what with Bruce's flashlight apparently going dim also, that it would be best if we cut out shortly. The girls were rather embarrassed at the fact that Bruce knew what had happened, but I told them that Bruce was a friend and that I wasn't about to cut him out of the action completely. Besides, I told them, he wouldn't say anything. I slapped Anna knowingly on the rear.
"Hey Bruce, you were right around the corner, eh," I called out to him.
"Yeah, Gordon, and-and I heard you. Now tell me, what the hell am I supposed to do with this hard-on of mine? Don't tell me-I know-you'd only tell me to go back to the ship and jack-off."
"I guess so, Bruce-besides, you know you are a simple man and I'm going to help you to stay that way."
The four of us had no sooner entered the passageway tunnel to leave when the air suddenly became alive with flying objects. For a brief moment I couldn't figure where they came from. They were bats. The place was just swimming with them. For awhile, everyone seemed hysterical. Eventually I calmed everyone down. "Don't get too shook up," I said, "the ancient Egyptians believed in a life hereafter, and these bats are nothing but the remains of their reincarnations-the little 'mummies' so to speak."
It was obvious that my attempt at joking gained its purpose for the three of them seemed to have regained their composures.
"Christ, Gordon," Bruce broke in, "I see all the old writing on the wall, but I'll be damned if I can read any of it!"
"Well, actually Bruce, what you're looking at is a combination of things. The Egyptian writing, as well as all that scribbling that was put on there by the tourist, does make it most difficult to read even for experts, which you and I are not. Besides, what with all those bats, it's almost on the verge of impossible to see anything. Let's haul ass out of here." I wasn't in the mood for educational lectures.
While we were all hurrying out, I could see a frustrated look on Brace's face.
"Bruce," I said, "it's all true-the Egyptians have a firm belief in reincarnation-and it's possible the reason the bats are supreme and seem to have the run of this joint is, I guess the Egyptians feel that the bats represented a life of eternity."
We were finally out of the pyramids. Yet, what had happened inside had not yet made itself fully aware to me.
CHAPTER TWO
We Board Ship Again ... Heading For The Mediterranean ... Stabbing In The Canal ... We Are Sent To Port Said ... Helping A Friend ... Sofi Of Said...
So it wasn't too difficult to say our "goodbyes" to the girls once we were all aboard the camels.
Bruce and I had been sitting in our taxi cab for nearly a half an hour when I broke the silence.
"Bruce, you know, at times I'm a funny guy."
With those words, I seemed to take Bruce out of a pleasant dream. He said: "I don't follow you, Gordon. Hell-you don't look funny to
"Well, Bruce-I was just thinking of that affair you caught me in."
"Hey Gordon, that's exactly what I was thinking about too!"
"Well Bruce, how I meant that is, well-I'll be damned if I want to advertise my sex life-so please, buddy-don't cop-out and tell the crew, or anyone for that matter. I don't like corny jokes thrown at me and, if you spread the word to the crew, that is probably what I'll get, a lot of corny jokes-okay?"
"Don't worry, Gordon. I've been thinking about a very good reason why you can bet a million dollars that I won't tell a soul-and it's for sure you'd never lose that bet."
"Okay Bruce, I like betting on sure things. How come I won't lose?"
"Gordon, things like a guy catching a buddy eating cunt very seldom happens, and-and if it does happen, chances are that nobody will believe him anyway-particularly so, if you let someone else know that not only did you catch your buddy going down on a cunt but he was also fucking another broad at the same time-well, you can see, Gordon, that would be kinda hard to have someone swallow-and when you consider the whole episode happened inside a pyramid, well-you can see that if I were to spread a story like that, somebody would be all for throwing a net over me!"
Our driver let us out right near the dock gangway at a place where I did my "shopping." With our arms loaded, we boarded the ship. The chief officer met us at the top of the gangway and said: "Well, it's about time! You guys sure look like you had a swell time. And I see you've stocked up on some goodies that I suppose are souvenirs for the folks back home!"
"Wrong this time, chief," I laughed, "we've got some reinforcements for the good of the soul-uh-spirit that is. Would you care for a little uplifting' chief?"
"Well, it's for sure you don't have to twist my arm too hard on that invitation, bosen-and, bosen, Bruce-we'd better go into the mess hall. More privacy you know-and I guess a little more relaxing. But look, you two-let's don't get loaded-the longshoremen will be through very soon-then we'll all have to turn-to to make ready to shove off."
We agreed not to get loaded and soon afterwards, Bruce began babbling to the chief about the pyramids. I left them in the mess hall to get some chaser from my foc's'le, and at the same time stash the remaining bottle of booze I had. I knew from experience that if the rest of the crew knew how much booze I had it would never last to the next port.
I got the chaser and returned to the mess hall. We had hardly hit the bottle again when the chief told us it was time to turn to.
There's no hotter work than the Suez or Panama Canal zones. And on top of the hard liquor, even though I'd only had a little, it was not long before I had a sweat worked up that would have put juice back in a mummy. It left my throat dry and skin parched.
There's a lot of dust around the Suez Canal, too. Blows in off the deserts. In the Panama, the jungle keeps the dust down and gives you bugs. In the Suez, it's dust AND bugs. There's just no winning anywhere you go , not when you're a bosen.
Well, it's no easier for the crews, either, and I knew my little buddy would want a drink.
We got through just a little before dusk, so I piped down and told Bruce to haul ass top deck. I had just enough time to sneak out a bottle of my booze, and we found us a nice little nest right on the bow. The ship was making knots, now, heading for the Big Lake, which is all the Med is. I took a healthy swig of the hard stuff, and passed the bottle to Bruce.
"Don't go getting yourself overloaded for a-while yet," I told him. "In a minute, you'll see something people pay a fortune to look at. And for us, it's free."
Bruce drank down. "What's that?" There was genuine curiosity in his eyes.
"Well, at the risk of sounding poetic, and I ain't, there's only one way that I can think of to properly describe it, and that is that the breathtaking beauty in the subdued cloud colors of the sky itself is touched off by the brilliant glow of a wax-white moon, surrounded by its sparkling tiny escorts-the stars. Shit, you probably think I'm a love-sick fool, I know!"
"Hell no, Gordon-on the contrary-except now you are giving me some ideas. I'm beginning to wish I had my lovely little Joan here with me now."
"Well shit, man, if it's passionate poetry you want, hand me that bottle and I'll really send you out on cloud nine."
I took a long swig from the bottle and started again in my poetic frame of mind. "Now, let me see-I've already mentioned the sky and the moon, as well as the stars-but the best is yet to come. The contrast I mentioned before-the sky and the night, why-it's so black, and the sands of the desert are so white. And the waters of the Suez Canal are so straight and black at night that it looks as though someone had used a ruler and some india ink to mark off the areas, or to draw a straight line down the middle of the desert. When you see what I'm trying to explain, Bruce-very shortly now-I guess I'll defy you or anyone else to say it isn't the most beautiful thing you've ever seen in your entire life. But looking at this water in daylight, I doubt if you'd want to go for a swim in it.
"Why Gordon, why?"
"Because it's muddy and dirty as camel dung, that's why."-
"Okay, so I won't try it. You know, the way you describe it-the work of nature-you should have been an artist instead of a ship's bosen!"
"No more wisecracks, kid-or I'll use one of my so-called talents and tie your ass in a knot." I took a long swig from the bottle. Bruce seemed a little downcast.
"Sorry if I may have hurt your feelings, Bruce. Only fooling. Anyway, let's get back to what I was saying about the Suez Canal-because what I wanted to tell you is kind of important because it kind of concerns one of the reasons why Israel and Egypt are so pissed-off at each other and blasting each other's back yard.
I went into a rambling dissertation on the Suez Canal, at frequent intervals taking long swigs on the bottle trying to impress Bruce with my knowledge of the area. In my half-drunken glee; I must have thought I was getting through to him. Finally, he interrupted me: "Hey, Gordon-you're getting too fucken technical for my little pea-brain and, besides-hie-you said you were going to tell me something entirely different about this fucken muddy creek. You-you said it was like a straight line cutting across the desert-but-shit-it looks pretty wide and-and crooked to me! Could it-could it be the booze-hie--? "
"Ha, ha, ha-no-you're not seeing things, Bruce-but speaking of booze, I'd better go get another bottle-we just might accidentally run dry. You wait for me here."
When I got back to the bow, Bruce was talking to John, the lookout on watch. I called him away from John so we wouldn't run the risk of getting any beefs from the mate for interference with another man on duty. John was good natured and agreed that the Captain and all the brass was on the bridge and advised us to play it cool so they wouldn't get aggravated.
Bruce got to his feet. "Almost time for me to go on watch-I better go in the mess hall, make some coffee, then check with my watch partners and find out what wheel watch I've got tonight. Damn-I forget-hie-with the help of this booze."
"Sorry to disillusion you, Buddy, but the only reason I let you have a few shots is that by law, only an able bodied seaman can steer this vessel in inland waters, and it'll take you a couple more years to become an able bodied seaman. When you go on watch tonight, you'll be able to sight-see up here in the bow as the ship's lookout."
"Damn, that sounds okay to me, but I'd like it much better, bosen-if you were up there, you know, to kind of wise me up on things."
"Okay, Bruce."
We decided that before reaching Lake Ti-mash we had time to go to the mess hall and dig up a couple of sandwiches to keep our booze from getting too much of a grip on us.
Leaving the mess hall, Bruce asked me what kind of meat I managed to get for my sandwich. When I replied "beef," he remarked casually that it sounded like a pretty good beef they are having on port-side of the mess hall. I pricked up my ears then said: "Yeah man, it sounds like they're having a real show-down in the fireman's mess hall. Damn-it's noisy as all hell over there-let's go see who is wiping the shit out of who."
I looked at the fireman then just shook my head saying: "Shit fellows, damned if I'm going to stand around here and listen to the details of a fight I don't even care about. Come on, Bruce-let's go back to the bow."
No sooner had Bruce and I started to leave for below deck then we heard the heavy tramp of feet on the deck behind us. We spun around and saw Frederick, the washer man, running like mad for us on the bow. My first thought was, "Man, his troubles must really be great if he's in that much of a hurry to sing-out." It was then that we caught sight of someone behind him who appeared to be in extreme pain. Judging from his doubled-up position and the fact that he was dragging his feet with an obvious painful effort substantiated my first thoughts.
By now we could make out that it was Larry, the chief steward, and he had a gun in his hand. Just as Frederick was climbing the stairs that led to the foc's'le head and the bow where we were, we heard a shot-it didn't hit Frederick. We heard it ricochet from the steel of the stairway. Frederick was close to.us now. Although he hadn't been hit, he was still only inching towards us slowly with the apparent intentions of trying to hide behind the anchor hoist and the steel bits used to tie up line. Larry was making his way slowly up the stairway to the bow, and it would have been difficult for him to fire let alone aim his gun. I yelled to Frederick to get behind me-he was there in a split second. Out of the corner of my eye I watched him and then I told him: "This is probably your only chance-you stay behind me and let's pray we can talk Larry out of this madness."
Just then, Larry yelled, pain in his voice: "Get your ass away from that prick, bosen, or-or I'll blow your fucken head off too."
I figured I'd really got my ass in a sling this time for sure. By this time Larry was only about ten feet away, and as I glanced about for a possible weapon, I spotted blobs of fresh blood on the deck behind him. From that display, I was astonished that he was even able to navigate at all. As I tried to reason with that mad man I was determined that the only solution to this insane predicament was trying to reason with Larry so, I reluctantly took a few steps in his direction pleading with him to play it cool. Frederick followed me begging me to convince Larry not to shoot him. I'm not sure where Bruce went, but I had a feeling that he was somewhere close by-no doubt wondering what was going to be the outcome of this situation. I inched towards Larry with Frederick hanging onto my back and breathing like crazy down my neck. I began trying desperately to reason with Larry-trying to remind him of the consequences of murder. I reached him just as he collapsed and caught him and the gun safely in my grasp.
Frederick took off like a sky rocket for the port side of the ship. I handed the gun to Bruce who evidently had been close by all the time. As I lowered Larry gently to the ship's deck, his back was exposed and then we saw the wound. It looked to be about seven or eight inches long and about a quarter of an inch deep. The blood was pouring from it like mad. I called to a couple of the guys who had been watching-they all seemed a bit leary. I couldn't blame them for that-but they did come to lend a hand after we assured them that the danger was past.
We got Larry to sick bay and by now it looked as if every man aboard ship was there. The Captain probably would have been there too, but he had to stay on the bridge. The chief officer, obviously having knowledge of my part in the affair, tapped me on the shoulder and motioned me over to one side. As soon as we were out of hearing he passed on some information Larry had given him. He explained that the chief steward presented unmistakable proof that he caught Frederick trying to lift goodies out of his locker in the steward's foc'sle.
"Sounds like one hell of a mess," I said, under my breath. A little louder I said, "Well, what are we gonna do with this guy now? Can't handle a serious wound like that with the kind of medical shit we got."
The Chief Officer looked at me. I knew what that look meant. "How about a little extra shore leave," he said.
"You mean, haul ass off the ship and run this guy by train to Port Said."
"Yep."
"And try to explain it all to the authorities."
"Yep."
"I suppose it's a direct order?"
"Yep."
"Shit."
"And take Bruce with you-the kid looks a little green."
I turned to look at my forgotten buddy. He looked sick alright. "What's the matter," I said. "Seasick?"
"It's, it's all that blood. I just realized ... I mean, the guy could have ... could have died."
"You've got about ten minutes," the Chief Officer said. "Take one of the native boats a-shore and get moving."
"Come on, buddy," I said, putting my arms around Bruce's shoulder and helping him out of the room. "You'll be alright on shore."
"Hey bosen," Bruce asked on shore, "will they put that fucken Frederick in jail over there?"
"No." I answered-and went on to explain about the Coast Guard's jurisdiction over all American vessels at sea and any illegal occurrences that may happen in any foreign port-as long as it happened aboard the ship-and that no other country can interfere as long as it doesn't pertain to a crime committed in that country. And that it was our own "skipper" who was lord and master concerning anything that may happen aboard. "Yeah, he holds the fucken mallet on his ship-but some countries try to shove that mallet up his ass anyway."
We boarded the train after many explanations and showing of our papers. I was surprised. Only two palms had to be greased with money-and they weren't officials-just the natives who boated us and the hulk of our wounded friend ashore. They stuck the cash in their dirty Jalaba's, and let us get on the dock.
The ride to Said, was a bummer. Uncomfortable all the way. Those lousy Arabs build their trains like they do their camels. Humpy.
We made it though, and got our erstwhile buddy registered. The doc didn't speak much English, but we got the idea that by the time our scow reached Port, our friend would be well enough to travel. Of course, the rest of the voyage he'd spend on in the ship's brig, but that was better than rotting in an Egyptian jail.
Good thing he wasn't a Jew!
Bruce had decided to wait for me in the lobby while I saw to it our friend was comfortable.
On the way back to the lobby, I saw an open door. One cute little American-I guessed-woman was lying in bed. She saw me at the door, and motioned me in.
I hesitated, but she grinned and motioned again, so I thought, 'what the hell,' and went in.
"Close the door," she said.
I did.
"I don't see many Americans here. Not big Americans. Little American tourists. With their wives. Come sit on my bed."
I sat.
Her hand reached over and began sliding up and down my hot thigh. "Could you-would you help a poor little girl out," she said, sort of pouting.
"Help you out?"
She looked at me earnestly then. "I'm sure you, being a sailor boy and all, know what it's like to be deprived of ... certain things..."
I got her drift. "You mean sex?"
"Yessssss," she sighed low in her throat. "Here?"
"Oh, yes, I know how. I mean, there are things ... you see, what I like is..."
"Going down," I said hopefully.
The smile on her face told me I was right. Well, kooky broad or not, nut or not, she looked clean, I felt horny, and Bruce was a long way down the hall. He could wait a few more moments.
I stood up.
"You ... you look like you were already-ready."
I grinned. "That's because you got me there. That hand on my leg helped a little."
"It looked like it helped a lot!"
Her fingers fumbled at my pants. She got the fly open and pulled my meat out.
"What's your name," I asked?
"Sofi-but it doesn't matter. I think you're so wonderful-to bring me all this nice thing-you are sailing tonight? Oooh that means I won't see you again-for maybe-never? I've been laying here just thinking how wonderful you would be in bed-and-and oooh how much
I love your big beautiful cock-ooh, I know you can't very well fuck me here-but-but, oh please-please let me-let me kiss it goodbye-please?"
"Sofi, honey-oh baby, your cooing and begging to suck my cock has given me a real hard-on-but sure, baby, you can suck it-all you want-here, open your lovely mouth. But turn over on your side-your left side. That should be a good position?"
"Yes, there. Now your big wonderful cock is almost at the same height of my bed when you are standing-and-and ooooh, gosh, Gordon-oh, let me suck it, daddy-I've just got to suck it."
"Well, here baby-open your mouth and eat 'this'-oooh my god-that-that's so fucken nice girl-just a couple more inches girl, and-and-oooh you'll have it all. Ooooh Sofi, baby-that's it-suck it, suck it-don't stop-ever-oooh you sure know how to love a cock baby-I'm getting ready-I'm about to white-wash your fucken tonsils."
The climax I reached damn near caused me to hit the ceiling. It felt like I must have blown
I her head off when I finally reached the orgasm to end all orgasms. Sofi had a tongue and mouth that simply wouldn't quit. She could have sucked all night. It was a strange sensation watching her-watching inches of cock literally disappear inside her head at regular intervals.
After the climax I slowly let my limp meat just ooze its way out of her mouth. As I reached for the room towel to clean myself up a bit, she dreamingly said. "Ooh sailor-it's so beautiful-and it's so wonderfully big-and-and so tasty too."
I reached into my pocket and handed her a wad of loot but she actually broke into tears and whispered hoarsely to me: "Please, ooooh please, I can't take this money-I was only able to do half a job-what I mean is-well, you weren't able to go to bed with me so, I've really done nothing to earn this-in fact, your big cock is so lovely-maybe-maybe I should pay you."
She was actually pleading with me to take back the money!
I knew my visiting time was getting short so
I started to think fast and kind of convincingly rough-like, telling her that's for sure she can use the money until she gets back on her feet again. After all, she did have bills that would no doubt be piling up.
Sofi clung to me and said: "Darling, how-how can I ever thank you? You're the kindest man."
Hearing the tone of her sweet little voice, I was getting to feel hot again myself. I knew that the best thing to do would be a quick kiss and then get the hell out of there before things got deeper. Though I did have a rather strong feeling for her, there certainly wasn't much more than I could do about it. There she was-in a hospital in bed and me, my ship would be there in the morning-and any second now some nurse would be sticking her nose in the room. It was a lucky thing that the nurse did not come in a few minutes earlier or else she would have sworn that Sofi was being choked to death. As it was, a nurse came in and just gave me a kind of thumb signal indicating it was time to take a hike. Well, I was one to follow orders so, I did my best to bid Sofi an affectionate farewell-but it wasn't easy-particularly with her crying. I embraced her gently and whispered a few passionate "nothings" in her ear and then I got out of there but fast.
Outside the hospital, after stepping into the taxi, Bruce said to me: Well-do you feel better now, buddy?"
I answered him and said something he certainly wasn't at all expecting to hear: "Well, Bruce-a blow job is great-but it sure doesn't compare to a nice tight snatch or, the sexy buns of some whore's rear. But to answer your question-yes, I do feel better-much better."
He looked at me in the strangest way yet. He looked like his perplexed eyes were displaying complete and almost utter disbelief at what I had just said.
"Holy cow, Gordon-you-you wouldn't fuck some gal in the mouth while she's in bed-in a hospital? Would you?? "
"I sure as hell would," I said.
Bruce just shook his head.
CHAPTER THREE
A Letter To Norleen . . Italy On The Way! ... Her Strange Story ... Nell : . .
Bruce Gives Advice . . We Find Naples Nell. . Bruce Leaves ... Naples
I felt like a heel back on board. Here I'd been playing around for weeks on this scow and on shore, and hadn't written a word to Norleen. I bet the girl had forgotten me! Now I don't like my chicks to forget me, not my port rats, or any other chick, and I especially didn't want Norleen to forget me.
But I'm not much of a letter writer. So I ringed Bruce in on it.
"You'll help an old buddy, won't ya Bruce? I mean, I'll tell ya what to write and then you clean it up and make it sound good. O.K.? "
"Sure thing," Bruce said.
We got out pencil and paper, and Bruce sat down ready to take down what I said. I'm a real dumb-buns when it comes to writing letters, but I just threw myself into it. I figured Bruce could straighten it out later.
My letter began: "My dearest, darling, my adorable, Norleen, I suppose there are better and more profound words to describe a beautiful and lovely lady like yourself, but in order to find them all for the way I feel about you, I'd have to first swallow a Webster dictionary and then write a book on beauty. Honey darling, oh my sweet, what I'm really trying to do is tell the most wonderful lady in the world how much I love her from the very depths of my being-oh God, darling-I love you with all of my heart and then, some more. I just hope and pray that you are as forgiving as you are lovely and kind. I have written you a number of letters, Norleen, trying to honestly express that I love you very sincerely, and that I'm missing you so very much. Norleen, my darling, you're on my mind almost constantly. Maybe, my darling, I can convince you that I am thinking of you always. If I reveal an honest little story that happened to me on the ship recently-and that is simply-but honestly, one of the A.B.'s wasn't feeling very well one night, so I stood his watch. Well, while I was up on the bridge in the process of steering the vessel, the officer, who was with me, called my name apparently with the intentions of starting a conversation. When I heard my name, that quickly pushed me off of cloud nine, but the embarrassing thing that may perhaps prove my point was, when I answered the officer, without thinking, I said, "yes, Norleen." He was startled and just looked at me with a nice grin for one long moment, then turned away saying: "I'll disregard that answer, Gordon." He could see that my mind was someplace other than behind the wheel, and I think he could see my embarrassment, and he probably understood because he said: "While we are on the subject of your girl, Gordon, I might perhaps be allowed to say that she has a very lovely name." I have to admit, my little sweetheart, that your name was one of the first things that impressed me concerning your many charms, and I think I told you that, so many, many times. But Norleen, my love, I miss you-ooh I miss you so much-so much it hurts me greatly and I'm sure I cannot endure any more long separation from you. Oh, darling, I would gladly, for what it is worth-lay down my life for you. So darling, if you'll consider forgiving me when I return-this is going to be my last voyage. I couldn't bear the thought of not being able to come home to you at the end of each day. I guess now, honey, you're no doubt wondering what it is that I feel I have to ask your forgiveness for. So honey, here goes-and please read this with your heart as well as your sweet little head, and my darling, please try to put yourself in my place-if you can. Then perhaps you may understand and forgive me-a little? I hope you can realize honey, that in many foreign countries there are bound to be some very attractive young women-nothing to compare with you, my sweet, but damn, honey-I am a man. And I know that I don't really have to confess this to you, Norleen, but after, the promises I made, and the sincere manner in which I made them, I'll try my best to keep my word-and if it's impossible to keep my promises, then I'll confess my infidelity and with all of my heart I'll beg for your forgiveness. Anyway, honey-under the personal strain of the separation from you, the loneliness I have endured because of desiring you so completely, has been almost intolerable-and the sexy pressure that some of these appealing young women, or whores, apply-well, honey, I found myself too weak to keep my promises and the vows I made to you. Honey, please forgive me, and if you will still have me, and forgive me, I will never go to sea again-unless it's going as a passenger, with you."
Bruce looked up: "What's wrong? I'm not sayin' it right?"
"No, Gordon-not completely, and-and how old is your Norleen?"
"She's ten years younger than me. I guess that's why I feel so very happy to have someone who is so endearingly young and so sweet and lovely to love."
"Dammit, Gordon-I wouldn't have admitted that if I were you."
"Why? What the hell is wrong with what I said?"
"Nothing-I guess, except, right now you look like you're about two hundred years old. Ha, ha, ha-do you like old girls, Gordon? You did say she's only ten years younger than you-so that should make her about one hundred and ninety."
"Why you fucked up little ass-hole-are you cruising for a bruise-ha, ha, ha, ha-all kidding aside for a second, Bruce-I'm thirty-one and she's twenty-one. I'm so much older than her. Maybe that's why I love her so much. Anyway, Bruce, because I am older and do love her so much I-I-what do you think of the letter?? "
"Well, Gordon, I have heard enough of it so that I think I understand what's on your mind."
"I hope you do, Bruce-even though there is some difference in our ages, I've never been married. Maybe you can tell me if a girl would think that this letter would be alright to mail to the girl you want to marry!"
Bruce pondered for a while then said: "Gordon, I think it's a pretty good letter, but then, I don't know her, so honestly, I couldn't really tell how she would regard your honesty. But there are a few things I do know concerning a subject like this."
"Yeah, Bruce-like what? like what?"
"For one thing, you and Norleen aren't yet married so it shouldn't really make too much difference. Then realizing, that besides looking for a man who has a nice prick-most women look for honesty and integrity in the man she intends to marry-and I think this letter would certainly go a long way to prove that you possess those qualities-I mean, about the honesty and integrity bit."
"It's kind of funny how much better you feel after you get something off your chest. And Bruce, in spite of the difference in our ages, you are married kid-and I guess maybe might have a little better insight as to the workings of a woman's mind. I've never really had the opportunity of acquiring that insight."
"Damn, Gordon-I think I appreciate your confidence in me on such a personal matter, and now, I think this kind of really seals our friendship. But-but shit, I think it also kind of puts me on a spot, too."
"Well, kiss my ass. How in the hell can my letter to my gal put you on the spot? Come on-spill it-and while you're spilling your story all over the fucken deck-let's cut-out for the mess hall. It's warm in there, and we can have coffee while we bullshit."
"Well, Gordon-I know you asked me if you should mail this letter. But please remember, I don't know Norleen, but I can tell you that nine out of every ten gals-knowing that some stupid ass-hole is honest enough to confess to things like what you mentioned in your letter-will-well, she'll hold out that third finger, left hand-and not just to tell you to go fuck yourself, but for the ring-before her man has a chance to get away-because now she should rely and depend on your honesty and decency in the future."
Just then, Jerry came into the mess hall and made a smart remark about how comfortable we looked.
"Don't get so fucken smart," I said, "you cocksucking ass-hole. We've only got a few hours left and that's why Bruce and I are relaxing and taking advantage of this leisure time-then, afterwards I'm gonna shove a fucken paint brush up your ass. Now, you better sit down and enjoy yourself for awhile because, I guess the chief mate will have me turn you to in painting the rest of the foc's'les now."
Jerry then glanced at the letter in Bruce's hand and said: "See you got some mail in Port Said, eh kid?"
Bruce stammered before finally saying that he had. I thanked Bruce for covering up for me and then told Jerry that Bruce was reading one of my love letters. Jerry wanted to know if he could have a "Look-see" too, since I seemed to be passing my letter around.
"I'd like to know what your lover had to say too, bosen," said Jerry.
"Sorry, Jerry-uh-that letter is only for the eyes of respectable married men," I answered.
"Oh yeah-well, when did some fucken cunt snag your ass, bosen? Besides, I thought you said you weren't married yet--! ? "
"Well, I'm not-yet," I snapped, "you overgrown ass-hole. But just for being so nosey, I think I'll just let your ass dangle on that limb of suspense wondering how a lady goes about proposing to the gentleman of her dreams-and-and you can't tell, Jerry-that might be just what this letter contains."
"Shit," Jerry snorted, "if that's the case, you can keep the fucken thing-hell, I've had those lovely little twats try every conceivable angle possible trying to snag me. Shit, I'll pass out my cock anytime some fucken cunt wants it. But I damn sure ain't gonna get married-just for a fuck. You guys better excuse me nowit's getting too 'thick" in here-I've got to go to the shit house now-and get some 'fresh air'. "
"See you later, ass-hole," I said as Jerry was leaving. Then Bruce turned back to me and said: "I think this'll give me a chance to finish explaining what I was worried about."
"Hell," I remarked, "I thought we talked that whole thing out-now, what the fuck worries you, Bruce-and-and puts you on the fucking spot? Shit, if Jerry or anyone else comes in, just keep on talking-they won't know what the hell you are talking about-now, let's have it."
"Well, Gordon-it's like this-I know you've asked me if you should mail this letter. like I said, I don't know Norleen, so I can't tell what her reactions will be. But if T say, sure Gordon, mail this letter because it's pretty good, then, if she wants no part of you anymore, I can just hear you blaming me for it for having told you to go ahead and mail it!"
"Bruce, if it will make you any happier, shit-no matter what you said-I always had intended on mailing it anyway, as soon as we get to Italy. But damn, Bruce-when you stopped in the middle of it and said what you did, you sure made me feel better about it."
Almost four days at sea had passed since we left Port Said, when Bruce buttonholed me while I was explaining to him how to correctly do some type of ship's work. He said: "Damn, Gordon-I hadn't had a chance to talk to our navigating officer because every time I'm on the wheel, he's always too busy, or else the Captain or somebody, is up there so I keep my mouth shut-and my watch partners, they just don't know shit. When are we going to get to Naples?"
I very quickly answered Bruce and said: "Oh, in a few more hours we should be tied up-early this evening."
"Damn, how can you say that? Land isn't even in sight yet! Oh-I get it, you already asked the mate!"
"I've asked nobody," I said, "about the time of our arrival. When you've been going to sea for awhile, you'll discover fast one way or the other the little signs of land and you'll no longer have to ask such questions."
Bruce just looked at me as if he was waiting for some kind of an explanation. So I said to him very passionately: "Anytime, Bruce-when the head of my cock knows that there is pussy close by, well-he gets kinda excited-and I've had a hard-on damn near all day. Yeah, Bruce-we'll be tied up in a few more hours. But shit, right now I feel so fucken horny for some Italian pussy, I feel like jumping over the side and see if I can't beat this ship to Italy. I'll-I'll try it if-if you join me."
"Aw, shit Gordon, I know you're joking-and you know damn well I'm not that anxious to-just look around. And I promised Joan that that is all I'll do. I'll just wait until this tub ties upand in case you need any stamps for your letter to Norleen, I do have a few more stamps."
"Now where in the hell would you get any Italian stamps, Bruce? Especially when we're not even near the beach yet!"
"Oh, these are American stamps. Hell, I bought these back in San Francisco. Hell, what is wrong? Aren't these any good?"
"Sure they're good. But when you mail anything in a foreign country, you have to use the stamps of the realm-if you've been using our stamps, I guess Joan will get your letters, but I'll bet she's been wearing out shoe leather going to the fucken post office to pay the postage due in order that our government can reimburse the foreign country you mailed your letters from. It's a good thing there is an international policy pertaining to people like you and I and our letters-hell, sometimes they do not even bother to forward them on to where they are addressed to-Joan probably decided by now that you are obviously too cheap to buy the right kind of stamps and that you're just trying to stick her with the charge. And how did you figure out the amount of postage your letters would need?"
"This is my first voyage, Gordon-I guess I didn't know about shit like that-so, I just put on as many air mail stamps as the letter would hold. Damn, I guess I'd better write her and explain and apologize, real fast like for my being so fucking stupid."
"Yeah, I guess you better, Bruce-or-or she might think of waiting on the dock for you with some head shrinker or, some fucking ass-hole who has a butterfly net."
I ribbed Bruce some more then went on about our present work.
When next I saw Bruce, it was when I went into his foc's'le to look for him.
"Hey Bruce-come on out on the deck. This is really a sight for sore eyes. We're approaching the gulf of Naples for the first time."
Of all the damn times he had to use the "head" was just as we were approaching the gulf. When he finally appeared with an apologetic expression, I urged him up to the bow. His reactions surprised and disappointed me. His remark was to the effect that seeing Naples for the first time kind of disillusioned him. I damned near flattened him then and there.
"Well kiss my mother fucken ass," I said. "Seems that every once in a while you come out with some shit that really makes me doubt your fucken sanity. Now, what the hell is so disillusioning about what you're looking at?"
"I'm sorry, Gordon, I mean-I never thought that Italy was such a pretty country. This is really a spectacular sight. I never imagined this country to be so beautiful-that's what my disillusionment was all about."
"Oh-I'm so sorry little buddy-I thought you were saying something phony about this place-but go ahead, Bruce-I understand you. Finish what you were saying."
"Well, Gordon-after the beauty and the silence of the sea, this place is kind of like going to the other extreme or-or something. Anyway, I can see-or-or feel the spicy enchantment from even out here-it's different, anyway-different."
"Sure it's different, ass-hole, and I'll be damned if it isn't beautifully different-and I've visited many European cities-it's for sure that you will have even a better opinion after you've been in Naples for a few hours. As I said, Bruce, it's a beautiful city."
Bruce finally agreed and then said: "But I'll let you know more of what I think after we dock."
"Honestly, Bruce-I don't think there is anything as appealing as Naples in all of Italy-or-or in the whole fucken world, for that matter. This place has a great many inspiring and interesting things to brag about-but, it almost always gives me the impression of being a very sordid city. But here's the tickler, because Naples has a sense of tremendous vitality-and like your present observation of realizing the beautiful, enchanting surroundings-even though this is a sordid city, when you do enter town, pretty sure you will distinguish the true beauty of the spectacular contrast involving the beautiful buildings of many years ago blending in with the ultra-modem new gigantic structures and that tremendous vitality that I mentioned Naples having-it all just seems to turn inward upon itself-and I guess if you realized how Naples is trying to rebuild itself-then, you'd probably know what I mean. Anyway, Bruce-how far in school did you go?"
"I graduated from high school-but I don't remember reading much on Italy."
"Well, I'm no history teacher, so let's just say that this is an animated city-alive to you. But years ago, this fucken place was so restless, confused and noisy, it was almost in a state of pandemonium and yet, so drab that it couldn't even have been redeemed by St. Elmo-judging from your expression, Bruce, I-I must have lost you somewhere!? "
"You did, Gordon-that word-ah-pan--? "
"Pandemonium ? "
"Yes," replied Bruce, "that's the one. What does it mean?"
"Well, let's see. How in the hell do I explain that-I think it could be said that at that time, Naples was somewhat like 'Have Gun, Will Travel' should have been. I guess that during that period the word lawlessness would have covered it very well. You might even say 'wildness' to simplify it even more. Do you get it now?? "
"Yeah, hell yeah Gordon-and-and hey, bosen-I think your forward crew is coming up here to tie up-you're lucky, bosen-you can stay here but I have to get back."
"Yeah, we'd better get squared away-I did not realize how close we were getting to our berth-let's get this thing tied-up."
When the crew had completed tying up the vessel, on the bow, and the stern, we all returned to the midships. It was there, when I bumped into Bruce that I said, matter-of-fact like: "I'm right behind you-now let's get all cleaned up and find some lucky cunt."
"I'm with you, bosen," replied Bruce, "you don't really mind if I go ashore with you?"
"Well, Bruce-we haven't missed a port yet. So let's don't fuck up the crew's grape-vine when the trip is almost over."
"Yeah-okay, Gordon-and-and Gordon-do you-I mean, I know that when a bunch of guys get together they kick the shit around a lot-well, do you think any of the crew thinks that maybe you are doing to me-what you do to girls?? "
"Damn-I was wondering when you'd come out with that shit-and I do know, Bruce, that guys talk their fucken heads off when two guys seem to get buddy buddy like-and that's why, kid-I had a talk with the guys a long time ago just so that none of those fucken apes would get their vines crossed. And besides, the whole crew knows that you are as normal as they come. Besides, in every port that I've tried to show you around in-everybody on here knows-that just like this port-there's plenty of tasty cunt around-so I damn sure wouldn't be taking a boy ashore to fuck. So relax, Bruce-everything is okay."
"Swell, Gordon-but I guess I was kind of thinking that you had pussy on your mind-and won't have the time to show me around."
"Damn, don't you remember what I told you in the beginning of this voyage? That the oversexed 'eye' in my prick raises up at the craziest times, and when ever some appealing little pussy may come around that causes me to decide to bury my cock in her little box-you had better take a hike, real quick like, and get lost' for awhile-besides, after I show you around for a little while, I'm gonna pick-up some cunt and maybe have dinner, but-but shit, man-go get cleaned-up so that we can cut-out."
After a short while I went over to Bruce's foc's'le and said: "Well-you all set?"
"Yes, I'm all set to cut."
"So am I, Bruce."
We left the ship and began walking.
"This place is getting pretty well organized now, Bruce-I think the whores even pay their 'dues' to the local police. But a few years ago, their visits might have been pretty active. But hell, there's something right here in this area near the ship that maybe you might be interested in-so, I guess, I can explain a few things to you about this joint on our way to the main part of the city."
"Okay, teacher."
"Alright, get your kicks, Bruce-but I'm no fucken teacher-and you know it-it's just that I learned this from one of the English-speaking longshoremen when I was here before. Do you notice that the streets seem to have the 'color' or look, like maybe it's a muddy street."
"Yeah," replied Bruce.
"But it's not mud at all 'cause they try and do keep these streets very clean here. It's just that these streets were built and paved from the lava from Vesuvius-and I can tell, that you're wondering what the fuck that is, so-before you ask, I'll tell you. Vesuvius is a stupid dirty mannered volcano that ruined and fucked-up a whole city a very long time ago-and, I don't know yet, but maybe I'll take you up to visit the city that volcano fucked-up-have you ever heard of Pompei?"
"Damn, the more you talk about this place, Gordon, the more anxious I get."
"That's the idea, dope-but if I take you up . there, I'm sure you'll agree that it was a trip worth waiting for-but, let's change the subject, and get back to the area we are presently in-because Naples, although it's landscaped, is almost incomparable-it's quite unlike Genoa's which stands proudly about an amphitheatre of picturesque green hills, nor is it like Palermo which is sitting and quietly resting in an enchanted valley. Those are other cities I've visited in Italy, Bruce-but unlike those other cities, Naples has an unmistakable beauty of its own because she lies in the deepest curve of this vast and beautiful bay. And look over there, Bruce-there in the distance-just at-well, just at the foot of the mountains-and in 'this' direction here-and in the slopes of the foothills you can see the giant and splendid fortress of St. Elmo-see it?"
"Yeah, but who-who was St. Elmo?"
"That's history that I'm not going to get into, but one of the many noble features of St. Elmo's fortress, towering over the city of Naples, is that without it, many people of Naples could not have enjoyed the beauty and the peace of the many monumental splendors in the city. Here we are now, Bruce, on one of the famous streets of Naples."
"What do you mean, famous streets?"
"Only that this is one of the streets noted for its many 'cat houses'. "
"How? Ooh yeah-that's right. I keep forgetting you've been here before."
"Yeah, Bruce-quite a few times-but the one thing that always kind of disturbs me when I go out and play around with these little chicks is that, when I finally got her to her room and took a look out the fucken window, I'd keep feeling like I was in another jail."
"In jail! With a girl? Wow-but, but what stirred up those thoughts of being in jail with some pussy? Damn-what a deal!"
"Yeah, Bruce-that's the feeling I'd almost always try to talk myself into-I'd just try to tell myself that it looks like I'm going to jail again but this time it would be with a cunt."
"But what the hell gave you a feeling like that, Gordon?"
"Well, if you were a single guy, or a guy with no scruples, I'd take you into one of these whore houses and show you-but then, I'd probably rat' to Joan-just a joke, Bruce. Do you-do you feel like latching' some snatch?"
"No-I mean, hell yes-I sure do feel like it. But-but the answer is still 'no'. "
"Good boy. Well, I guess I'll just have to tell you then. At first-and only for a short while-I'd get that weird feeling that I was in jail, but only until I started jazzing her like one of those horny rabbits-then, that silly feeling would leave because I was too busy to look out the window. You see, Bruce-almost every second story window on these streets has a balcony and each balcony seems to be fenced off with iron brass you know-I guess they're there to keep people from falling off-anyway, from inside her room I'd always seem to get the feeling they're different kind of bars-maybe I've been in jail too many times-and, well, here we are, Bruce-we are just about in the heart of the city-and do you hear that noise?"
"Any noise in particular, Gordon?"
"Oh, excuse me, Bruce, but-I guess I meant each one in particular has a little different sound and a special blasting and screaming significance all of its own-at least to me it damn sure has."
"Sounds like just plain noise to me." Bruce grunted.
"Maybe so, but to me this noise is an almost incomparable sound in its own right."
"I don't follow you, Gordon. Shit-to me, noise is just noise."
"Well, Bruce-as stupid as it may sound, this noise seems to overwhelm everything in its confusion and meanness-remember, Bruce, I said 'almost incomparable' sound?"
"Yeah-Gordon, I remember now."
"Well, at times when I'm walking down some of the streets in New York-the noise I hear gives me the same impression I always get while walking down the streets in Naples-anyway, the howling of crying brats, the cries of cunt-the shouting of men-they all vainly seem to be competing with the hooting of horns, the explosions of open exhausts of vehicles, the cracking and snapping of a big whip on some poor horse's ass, the beating of hoofs, the innumerable bells of trains, street cars, church bells and every other kind of bell imaginable-they even have 'fruity bells' over here too, Bruce-and at times, the sudden blast from the harbor-by the whistles on a ship's stack-and those ships' whistles seem thunderous because hardly ever is there less than a half-dozen blasting off at the same time."
"Damn, Gordon-you sure have an interesting way to describe this city. Dammit-I sure enjoy listening to you-I'm not criticizing you, but I thought you said these streets are clean and just look dirty because they were made from the lava of the volcano-shit, Gordon-they sure look pretty dirty to me."
"Yeah, but if you recall, I said that they at least try-see the broom-pusher down the street? Well, as in any city, I guess, two minutes after he's passed the broom, some ass-hole will come by and drop a banana peel or some other shit in the same place he just finished sweeping. Also, just the same as in any other major city, these people are a composite of many things-temperament, breeding, and more than most-they seem to have a class consciousness here. You can find the good right along with the mixed-up-but to me, Bruce-they don't seem to be as fucked-up-or as mixed-up as some that I've found in our own country. Just the same, here or back in the states, you'll find heroes and cowards-thieves and honesty and, all the other combinations you might happen to think of. It just so happens that here I think they have a very special faction of similarity. The most amusing of which I think are the pretentious ones. And you can compare the pretentious ones I just mentioned to the phonies we have in our own country-you know, those ass-holes who spend more money than they make and try like crazy to impress the 'Jones next door.' Only here, their way of expressions are a hell of a lot more open and-well, usually open-but the Italians are really a pretty good, in fact, they are a damn good bunch of people. However, Bruce-they do display a great deal of personal class snobbery-and I believe, if you observe these wonderful people for awhile, you will come to the same opinion as I have about these Italians."
"Well, so far, Gordon, your information has really interested me-but what is your opinion?"
"It's my opinion, Bruce, that these people are highly emotional and are easily aroused. It's true, that in his native country, the Italian might at times appear to be kind of lazy, but that, as you can see how active everybody is in the streets, is really not so. Considering what I have learned, I think these people are high on the list of art and imaginative creativity-for instance, look at their painting, architecture, business, farming and industry and whatever else have you-yeah, I think these people rank pretty high."
"Damn, Gordon-you sure have an interesting and a perfect picture in your mind as to what these people are comprised of. Boy! You sure must have had some interesting experiences over here that has, I guess, helped you to acquire a good and strong heartfelt opinion of the Italians."
"Well, you remember, Bruce-that I already told you that on a couple of occasions, I have met cunt over here that was tasty enough that caused me to purposely miss my ship-and stay over for awhile-and then I 'marked' up some experiences that were simply and truly out of this world."
Bruce's reaction to that admission was almost spontaneous.
"Hell, Gordon-from just a quick glance at this place, if I didn't have someone like my Joan to come home to, I'd say, let's just miss the ship and stay around here for awhile-but I betcha I'd get an argument from you because of your own gal back home-or would I?? "
"You can bet your sweet ass you would-I can hardly wait to get back to her."
"Yeah, after reading that letter you wrote, Gordon, there's no doubt in my mind about how you feel at all."
"Well, let's face it, Bruce-these people over here are basically honest and forthright-and instead of being-well, malicious, like some people, they are, in my opinion, very responsible and truly very fine people-and I really like these people."
"Hey, Gordon-I feel like a drink. Let's see if some of these joints are as nice as you think these people are."
"Okay, Bruce-" then I took a breath-this is what I had been waiting for, "but I'd better warn you-you'll find these joints and their 'customers' mighty tantalizing."
"You don't, by any chance, mean girls do your
"What else," I laughed, "don't forget about how I described them."
"And don't you forget, Gordon-I still have plenty of will power."
"Alright-you little mother fucker, let's give your willpower a try-because, if I can, I'm gonna latch onto some eating stuff in here."
As soon as we entered the bar which was kind of an elegant looking place-Bruce took a fast look-see and said: "We'd better sit at the bar, Gordon-all the booths seem to be taken with single girls who all seem to be waiting for someone."
"Okay, Bruce-but remember what I said-don't forget your Joan-then perhaps this place won't hold any temptations for you that they would normally hold. Or would you rather have some help in forgetting her-for just a little while?"
"No temptations, Gordon, buddy-not even for a short while. Besides, there isn't a young cunt in here."
"What?? ? " I was really shook-up. "Hey, you little prick-if you don't think these gals are young enough-shit, you must think I'm some kinda old man!? Hell, at a glance I'd say that the average age of these broads must be around twenty-five!"
"Yeah, I know, Gordon-but I guess I like em really young."
"At least that's one thing we have in common-so do I, Bruce."
Bruce started to apologize.
"About your age, Gordon-I didn't mean--. "
Bruce stopped his chatter then he cranked his neck towards the door.
"Look, Gordon-look at that lovely little dish that just came in."
"Yeah-what a tomato. That's more my speed too." Then it dawned on me and I almost yelled: "Well I'll be damned-I know that big cunt, Bruce."
"Big cunt?" stuttered Bruce, "damn, she looks kinda like a small gal to me-what's wrong, Gordon-you pissed off at her-is she one of those good looking rough gals?"
I almost split my sides laughing as I said: "No, Brace-she is a sweet and wonderful little gal-it's only that she has a 'gash' that feels bigger and deeper than an empty barrel. And as soon as I finish this drink I'm rushing over there and see if I can't fall 'in' her lovely barrel."
"Boy, I can't help it, Gordon. But at times, when I'm looking at something as lovely as her, I could wish for amnesia."
"Simmer down, Bruce-just try remembering how tight your Joan's pussy is-try remembering-her-her pussy is tight, isn't it?"
"Aw-knock it off you fucken sea-going Romeo. Don't be too sure of yourself-she just might not let you slip into her barrel anyway."
"Is your fucken jealousy trying to discourage me, pal," I bragged, "hell, it only happens to be a matter of who gets there "fustest' with the 'mostest'. "
"What the hell do you think she's doing in this joint alone?"
"Hell, buddy-she doesn't even have a drink in front of her yet. But you can bet your ass that she's just waiting for some 'stud' to put up some lire or some good old greenbacks for her pussy-hell, she ought to be wearing a fucken sign. Besides, I've almost told you that I have already fucked that gash."
All of a sudden Bruce gave me a start: "Maybe so, but anyway, how about that guy who just walked in and grabbed her by the hair? Looks as if he is demanding that she go with him! Guess this kind of shuts your water off, eh Gordon?"
"Normally, Bruce-it would-because I'll generally stay out of another guy's affair. But-I really like that cunt. So, right now, anybody will find it kind of rough to shut my faucet off. Besides, the way he is now carrying on is no way to treat any woman-regardless of what she does for a living."
I stood up in front of our table with the intention of going over to where he was assaulting her. Bruce insisted on 'tagging' along but I warned him that he'd better stay in the background because he, or maybe both of us, might wind up with no hair. In the event that it turned out to be a lover's quarrel I said to Bruce: "The cunt wouldn't be above pulling our hair out by the fucken roots."
I had to grin some when Bruce just shook his shoulders, scratched his crotch-then began to follow me.
"How the hell do you intend to find out what the score is, Gordon-without knowing the fucken language?"
"She speaks a little English, Bruce-but I've got something else that unmistakably speaks an international language. Maybe you know that same 'language'? "
I began walking fast across the dance floor. The guy who was doing all the rough-housing with that gal didn't look Italian to me-but he sure was one big bastard.
"I beg your pardon, miss-"
Before she had time to nod to my query I suddenly got the message. That big bastard was at me like a shot-but with only dirty looks. The gal shook her head to me indicating that he was no one of importance and when she said: "Ooooh, I'd rather be rid of him--. "
I immediately refrained from trying to apologize for my interference. That stud looked at me in the oddest way. He telegraphed his intentions when he looked at me, with both fists raised-and said defiantly:
"You fight?"
Well, I fought alright. I hit him right in his fucken eye and floored him. He dropped like a rock. And when he came up for 'seconds,' I had another one ready for him, only this time, my punch had a 'hospital lullaby' on it. When he hit the deck I was pretty sure he would stay down for a while.
When I returned my attention to the girl-of all things-Bruce was soothing her ruffled pride and nerves with gentle caressing strokes.
"Down boy-" I warned him. "Remember, you have a little wife. Besides, this is the girl that I was fighting for-that is, if you guys can remember me."
One thing I knew for sure, we would be better off if we got out of that place before that guy regained consciousness. I suggested as much to that whore. She agreed and said: "I think-maybe yes-my name 'Nell' and-and you very strong boy-what your name-oooh-oooh-you-you Gordon?? "
Her mind obviously had been previously occupied on the recent amusing episode. But at present, I was having a comforting feeling when she smilingly remembered me and my name because she enthusiastically said to me: "Oh yes, Gordon-we leave now-just you and me? Oror with your friend, too?"
"Hell no, Nell-I don't mean that the three of us will shack-up-but let's get out of here, before some more shit starts-besides, I'd much rather fuck-than fight."
"Ooooh yes, Gordon-I remember now-you have such a big one-oooh, and-and so nice. What you do with this other boy?"
"Bruce has to go back to the ship-don't you, Bruce?"
"Hell no!"
Then apparently he caught himself-"Uh-yeah, I just remembered, I do have to get back."
When Nell and I were walking down the street another very pleasant-looking whore approached us and I guess because my arm was caressingly wrapped around Nell's little rear that she made a play for Bruce.
"Oh, my handsome daddy," she said to Bruce, "you little man-but you, big daddy-ooh, you fuck me, please?"
With such a direct approach, Bruce looked like somebody just pushed him off the boat. What really surprised me was, knowing that most whores will usually help one another get a man, if possible, but I was realizing that Nell seemed to be greatly offended at this new whore and brother, she sure let that other whore know it. Hell, I thought they were going to have a real battle right then and there on the street until, in their own language, Nell seemed to convince the other whore that she had better take a walk.
I said to Nell: "I'm glad you got that little chick off of Brace's back-he wants to remain true to his wife. But-what the hell happened? Did that gal steal one of your customers-or what?? "
"Emmph-nothing like that," she replied, "she-she real crazy-and I mean, a real sexual maniac."
Brace's ears went up and I guess my eyebrows were trying to push the hair off the top of my head when she stopped in a doorway and said: "Shall I tell you boys why she is a sexual maniac?"
Brace damned near yelled at the top of his lungs when he answered: "Hell yeah."
"Well, Nell," I said, "anytime one whore tells me that another whore is a sexual maniac-well, this I gotta hear."
"After I tell you, Gordon, will you say 'goodbye' to your friend-and then come up to my room-please? Oooh please, Gordon-I-I want that big thing."
Bruce just looked at me and smiled when I finally said: "Sure baby-I'm all yours, Nell, after you tell us what-or why, that 'friend' of yours is such a maniac."
"Well," she began, "one day, while most of us were just passing the time talking about how big, or how small, some of the men we had that day were-we were slightly angry with Mildred because at different times, she had tried to take away our men. And one of the other girls reminded her of something true that she had heard from some Greek sailor. And what this girl heard about Mildred was, according to that sailor, was that Mildred had participated willingly in a mad orgy with two sailors and another girl."
I just smiled at Nell with an understanding grin because I knew that an orgy like that could be interesting and sometimes very stimulating. Bruce looked at her with a disbelieving grin and said: "That's stupid. What the hell can four people do in bed-together?"
I ignored his remarks and devoted my attentions to Nell as she continued: "Well, Bruce, I'll try to tell you just what those sailors told us-and-well, one of them laid down on the floor and partly crawled under the bed-so that only his prick was exposed-one girl took her panties off and sat down on the bed directly on top of the sailor who was lying on the bed waiting-Mildred, seeing only a pair of skinny legs and a big stiff cock immediately started to squat on the one cock on the floor-and when it was in she commenced to move around. As if that wasn't enough, she pushed her girl friend off the other man and made an insane dive for his prick with her open mouth. Shortly, her tongue began loving the other prick and soon she began to swallow it. She was enjoying everything and seemed like she could have fucked and sucked all night. All I can say is, there must have been a loud slurping sound in the room they were in-considering all the action she was getting and, Gordon, Bruce-I guess you can't blame Mildred for being so embarrassed. I know we didn't-in fact, some of us girls admired her for getting a variety of sex-until, she acted as though we were making a false accusation, and apparently, boys, in order to back up her pretended embarrassment she angrily said: 'Ooh, that's not true, that's not true-and I'll dare anyone of you to prove that I ever did such a thing like that-but if you girls can prove it, well, I'll let you take me to the ruins of Pompeii and I'll then climb up the statue of the "Listening Dionysius" and stick his bronze cock right up my cunt'. "
"Who's the Listening Dionysius, Nell?" said Bruce rather excitedly. Nell ignored his question as she was apparently too engrossed in telling her story and she continued on: "And I think the reason she appeared confident about defying us to prove anything was because she knew that the sailors' ship had sailed-and it was unlikely that they would ever meet again-but that was where she was wrong. A couple of months later, that same ship returned and those same two sailors also. We gave those sailors some free cunt and they told us that Mildred did what we all really felt she had in the first place. We proved we weren't lying and Gordon, Bruce-none of us girls would have said or done a thing if-if a girl wants to go to bed with the whole Greek Army that's up to her. But because she was and, still is, such a terrible rat because of some of her awful tricks she pulls on us-we-well, we all wanted to see her suffer the consequences of her lie. But I don't think she suffered any. In fact, it really looked like she was enjoying it like crazy. That's why I told her to leave us alone because everyone knows that she's crazy. When we forced her to fulfill her promise if we proved our accusation, she climbed that statue-and after she put that metal cock inside her cunt, she commenced carrying on like crazy. When we all felt that she had suffered enough humiliation we asked her to climb back down. She just completely ignored us and continued to carry on like crazy for nearly a half an hour. And Bruce, the Listening Dionysius is an exact replica of Narcissus."
Both Nell and I could see that Bruce didn't know who Narcissus was either-so we just let the matter drop and I then said to Bruce: "Well Bruce-I hate to rush you off, but I'll see you back at the ship tomorrow."
"Okay, Romeo-and that statue Narcissus, wow-he 'must have had a cock on him like a flag pole if she fucked him, or it that much-you be careful, Gordon."
"You too," I answered, "and don't go get all tanked up. Someone might try and roll your ass. See you tomorrow, Bruce."
"So long, Gordon."
We were still standing in the doorway when Nell looked up at me. I had to grin because her eyes looked like saucers when I said in a very sexy way: "Well, my lovely little girl-what shall we do now?"
"Ooh, my big Gordon-that's why I remember you so well-ooh yes-oooh-your thing is so big. I want you to put that big thing in me and fuck me-fuck me real nice."
I kidded Nell that I didn't mind it if she played with it in a doorway but, however, I reminded her that that is what a bedroom is for. She then began directing me to her apartment with a forceful pressure on my arm. When we entered her apartment and the door was closed, she lost no time in proving to me how serious she was because, as soon as I closed the door she started taking off her clothes. Not to be outdone, or to give her any reason for embarrassment, I quickly dropped my pants, and then my shorts. When she saw me stiff she creamed softly while her eyes seemed to have a 'devouring' look when she dropped to her naked knees then, looked up at me and said: "Oooh God-it's-it's so beautiful, Gordon-it's-it's bigger than any I've ever seen. Can I put it in my mouth-for awhile?"
Without waiting for an answer, Nell continued and said: "Ooh God-it's even bigger-much bigger than what 'Narcissus' has-and yours is 'hot'-ooh-can I suck it?"
Without waiting for me to answer she quickly put as much of 'it' in her mouth as possible. And when I looked down at her pretty black hair I could hear her purring like some cat as half of my shaft was literally going in and out of her mouth until, I could stand it no longer. I reached down under her armpits-'backed' out of her mouth, apologized and said: "Honey, ooh my darling-little baby-if I leave it in your mouth any longer-I'll blow the top of your fucken head off."
Then I quickly reached down and picked her up and carried her over to the bed and gently rested her on the bed top. Nell said: "Oh, my Gordon-please-please-get on me-put-ooh, put your big thing in me. Fuck me-oooh fuck me nice."
I was kneeling directly above her now-I picked up her knees when she said: "What-oh what are you doing, Gordon-it's-it's rubbing on my tummy-please, oooh please-put it in me!
"Baby, don't you like the feel of my hot cock resting on top of your hairy cunt?"
"Oh yes-I love it, Gordon. But-but you are teasing me very much-put that big thing in me-please."
"Okay honey-open up the lips of your cunt, and you can have it-there-now honey, I've got the head in-do you-do you want the rest?"
"Oooh fuck me, fuck me-oh God-oooh, fuck me Gordon. Oooooh that's nice-soooo ni-oooh so very nice. You are so different-I mean-I mean-when you have your big lovely thing in me-oooh, I can just feel like I am being fucked by something so gigantic-oooh daddy, don't stop-don't ever stop-oooh please, daddy-fuck me-oh my God-please, fuck and fuck and fuck me-all night-oooh."
After about 'three innings,' I just laid on top of her still sexually united-and apparently was drowning in 'come' because it was throbbing like hell and, I guess she could feel the throbbing reaction because she responded with passionate and sexy movements of her hips-and the suggestive movements of her little hips did just what she obviously was waiting for. I could feel that once again I was having a hard-on. Nell looked into my eyes and then said: "Ooh Gordon-daddy-it's-it's getting big again. Are you-are you going to fuck me again? And please-please turn your mouth to the side of me a little bit-you are panting like some 'hot wolf."
"Well, baby-I haven't got a score sheet-but I think that last one was the third time. But hell, girl-when I'm fucking a nice pussy like yours-no matter how loose you are-I can just fuck and fuck all night. Now-kiss me baby, and I won't 'pant' so much."
We made violent love-and I mean real violent love, and for a very long time. And as we were lying together just talking, I was too beat to even take a deep breath. Then shortly after I handed Nell a line that she was the prettiest gal in all of Naples, she surprised the hell out of me when she said: "Thank you, honey-for saying such nice things to me. But I think I should be mad with you, Gordon."
"Mad at me? Well kiss my mother fucking ass-hole! What the hell are you so pissed off at me for?"
"You-you beat up my boyfriend, real bad."
"Your boyfriend!? Shit-that cocksucker was mauling the living hell out of you."
"Yes, I know, Gordon-but he is my real boyfriend-at least-I mean, we have been living together, for many weeks."
"Well I'll be a dirty cunt lapper! Hell, I thought I had heard them all. You goofy little bitch. If he is your real lover-how come-how come I'm alone with you in your room? And don't tell me it's just because you love a cock-a big cock, that is!! ? "
She started to stammer. Obviously, she was looking for a way out of the trap she'd caught herself in and, I could see that she was thinking very hard. She was either trying to play on my sympathy in order to get more lire out of me or, she had a few loose nuts-even more perhaps than I'd thought. Anyway, whatever her motive was, I was getting disgustingly amused so, I abruptly pulled her naked ass up to me and said: "Now girl-let's knock off all the bullshit or, I'll stick this thing of mine back up your cunt and fuck the juice out of you-only, this time without a hard-on!"
She looked at me with an eager questioning look when she said: "Oh-emmph-you probably couldn't get it in me when it's so soft-or, could you?? ? "
I grinned when I said: "Shit-all I'd have to do with you girl-is-is just make an attempt and I'd probably fall in."
Offhand, I can't recall ever having had a whore with her capacity for keeping me so continuously aroused to where the oversexed pitches were almost feverish. When I finally reached my limit, I could do nothing but quietly lay beside her and simply keep my dirty hands to myself. She continued to look at me with a coy, understanding and sympathizing smile. Some time later, about two hours, I began to hear little sighs, sniffles and then sobs-after a short while, those sobs worked into sad weeping. I turned to Nell with a smile and asked her: "What's wrong?"
Between sobs, she choked out-"Oh Gordon-you know that man you not like so well-you know, the one you beat up-"
I interrupted her and said: "Oh shit, here we go again."
"Please, oh please, Gordon, let me finish. I no like him-he-he real bad man. He looks for-uh-Gordon, you not be mad, if I tell you why he bad man?"
"Well, that's a switch, baby-anyway, no, Nell-I won't get mad. Keep talking-this is beginning to sound interesting."
"Well Gordon, he no like to work for a living. He just get me boyfriends to take home and fuck me-and he tells me I must give to him half of what boy give to me. I do that, Gordon-ooh, I do that-but he-he say I cheat him."
I tried gently to console her for I was now getting the picture. I tried giving her a little advice by saying: "Keep away from the fucken pimps, girl-don't let anyone of them latch on to you. Hell, girl-freelance."
I wasn't kidding her at all-she was a well-stacked and very pretty little whore.
"Anyway," I continued, "if you work by yourself, you'll be able to keep everything you make for your own."
At first, Nell didn't quite understand what I was trying to tell her. But after I'd put it into simpler words, she got the drift and exclaimed: "You mean, work-alone? Or, you mean-the way you say it, play alone?"
"That's right, Nell-you're too fucken pretty. You would be appealing to any fucken stud so-so why do it any other way?"
She gave me a kiss which apparently was meant to show her appreciation for the advice I'd given her. However, the quiet little kiss got away from both of us and-turned into passion-and before we were aware of what was happening-I was once again with a hard-on and trying desperately to stab her one more time-I never needed anyone's help to hit the target before-and Nell was just as excited as I was. Finally, with her help, I once again had that feeling, that wonderful feeling of a warm and tingling sensation-I started getting that feel of being 'home' again and, I'm almost sure that any guy under the same circumstances would have gone out of his mind just as I almost did. The way she passionately whispered my name and wiggled her sweet buns was more than enough for me. I must still have had some power left in this old hickory because, from the feel of the way she was carrying on in bed, I must have hit another 'home run'-over the fence of her black hair and right through her horny 'tunnel' of love. After that I was a willing victim to her wet lips and the play of her hands and now, I guess, the next inning was something to look forward to.
I'm not sure what the final score was, but I do know, that the only reason I can't remember what the score was because, it was exceedingly terrific. I stayed with Nell all night but my playing spikes had, I guess, lost their points-so I got up-while I was dressing, I handed Nell some-well, it was a handful of Italian lire, but I knew it was worth no more than twenty
American dollars. I finished dressing and then I gave her a kiss and promised that I'd be back up before our ship left-"I'll see you later, honey."
As I was going back to our ship I was wondering if Bruce, a stranger to foreign countries, managed to get back to the ship okay!
CHAPTER FOUR
Bruce Looks Sad ... I Take Bruce Out On The Town ... Trouble At Marie's Hotel Mane Explains ... Jailed! ... Marie of Marseilles...
We'd been in Marseilles for a week, unloading the main part of our cargo. I hadn't seen much of Bruce while I was on shore here. I had my own special little girl; and I didn't want anyone on board knowing about her.
Especially not Bruce, who was getting pretty horny now. All this time and all this sex action on my part, and he still hadn't gotten himself a piece. Well, I thought, if he wants to play True Blue let him. They're his...
Then came the day ... well ... I came back to the ship one morning bright and early and...
"Well, did you enjoy yourself last night, Romeo?"
"Well, Bruce-I had a pretty good time-sexually. Except that she didn't make me horny enough to eat her pussy. I guess she was thinking about that whore I turned down last night in some joint we were in. You know what, Bruce? She up's and tells me last night-well, anyway, she did have the heart not to tell me until I had completed my third or fourth ride of ramming my fucken rod right up her whole cunt-then, she up's and tells me that that girl I smacked on her ass happened to be her sister! But come on, Bruce-let's go over to the hotel. I want to show you something that maybe you'll enjoy."
I don't know why I did it-took Bruce to Marie's hotel. Maybe I was feeling sorry for the kid.
"What's up your sleeve?"
Bruce almost fell off the ship's gangway because he was so excited in trying to discover what I had up my sleeve.
"Well, Bruce, I was figuring on getting a girl and then take you out to visit the town."
"Augh-nuts, Gordon-I-I don't want to see an old, fucked-up city that nobody lives in."
"You don't realize what interesting sights you ll see.
"Everybody to their own tastes, Gordon-and I don't think I'd enjoy going out to a place that is dead-but, I would like to see a girl."
"Is your horny cock getting sexy ideas about a shack 'job,' Bruce?? " So! Even Bruce was human!
"Hell no-and haven't I proven yet that I will stay true and clean-for my wife?"
"Sure, little buddy, I was only kidding."
It didn't take long for us to get to the hotel-it was practically on the docks and, as soon as we opened the hotel lobby door I said to Bruce: "Damn, I seem to sense that there is something wrong with my Marie-you can call it intuition-or whatever the fuck you want-but shit, Bruce-I always seem to get a crazy feeling whenever I'm about to have a fucked-up unusual adventure, or some kind of goofy experience-and that's-and shit, that's the way I think I feel right now."
Bruce didn't say a word, but he did look at me with an odd worried expression and I have had that same weird feeling many times before, you'd think by now I'd have learned how to act accordingly and sensibly, however, I seldom do. I knew the way up to Marie's room, so without stopping at the desk, I grabbed Bruce's arm and guided him up to her room. As we reached her room I saw the door was open. I guess we both wondered about that, but calling her name as we went in, we, upon entering her room-almost cut out-because there was broken perfume and makeup, and other things of that nature strewn all over the floor. The dresser and bench had been kicked over and were in splinters. The bed looked as though the entire army of France had been having a bloody battle in it. There was blood splattered practically everywhere we looked. Bruce, who was about two feet in front of me was probably wondering the same as I.
"Damn, what's all this blood?" he said.
Just at that moment, while we were both just standing there in complete bewilderment, someone touched me light on my back. I swung around like a flash ready for whatever the touch may have scared me into. Luckily, for her, I caught myself just in time-it was an elderly woman who had come up behind us so quietly that we hadn't heard her. I guess due to our own preoccupation, she was simply startled at my sudden movements and let out a half scream. But before she could let it all out, I pleasantly smiled and reassured her through motions that we wouldn't harm her. She started babbling in French which, of course we understood not one fucken word. Finally, I said: "I'm an American-we, are Americans."
This got through to her and suddenly she smiled and said, "You Gordon!"
It was more of a statement rather than a question, but I nodded pleasantly and at the same time commenced wondering how she knew who in the hell I was. Beaming all over by now, she started talking again. We found out that she could speak a little English-at least, enough so that we could get what she was trying to tell us. It seemed that Marie was in the hospital very badly beaten up, but nothing critical. She had guessed who I was because Marie had told her about he. She knew that Marie would want me to know what had happened if I came back to see her. Finally, after much gesticulating and pacing back and forth, I got her to settle down enough so that she could tell us just what had happened.
"Her steady man, Gordon-Bruce, (I had introduced her to Bruce) came up here and beat and kicked her-and hit her over the head with everything he could find and, just-just look at this room. He tore it all to pieces. I think she'd want you and Bruce to know where she is, Gordon."
Finally, I got her to write down the name of the hospital and Marie's complete name-which happened to be, Marie Demartini. It was pretty tough to make out everything, what with her wild hand motions and, at times, what sounded like a combination of English and French. But I think the general gist was that Marie needed a friend even more now than anyone could imagine and, apparently I was that friend. Then, this gal told us too that just very shortly before the beating, Marie had received word that her mother had been hurt. I knew then that this was probably some dodge for extra money.
But I gave the lady a hug, thanked her for the information, grabbed Bruce by his arm, then raced for the nearest cab I could find. Very shortly, we reached the hospital then, suddenly-I was in a quandary-I hadn't taken the time to think what my approach to Marie would be. After all, I'd known her for a very long time-however, I didn't consider her to be a Very' good friend-but I didn't know for sure what her dodge was or if she really needed help. I told Bruce, "You better wait in the cab-until I return. One of us might be admitted for a visit-but two?"
"Okay," he said.
I stood on the steps of the hospital a few minutes while I gathered my thoughts together and finally I came to the decision that I'd be able to say and do the right thing when I saw her-I was trying to persuade and convince myself that I had always been able to do and say the right thing in an emergency before.
Then, after I talked myself into it, I squared my shoulders and went to the desk where they read the card I gave them with Marie's full name on it. Apparently, then a nurse was guiding me to Marie's room-and according to the nurse's actions, I couldn't quite tell what to expect, so I more or less prepared myself for the other shock I got when I saw Marie. In spite of the fact that she looked like she was wearing every bandage in the hospital, I could still sense, more than actually see, the smile of welcome as I entered the room. She held out her poor bandaged arms and whispered my name several times in a tone of sweet welcome that damn near caused me to crack-up. The only part of her that was possible to kiss was the part of her arms and hands. I did so, so tenderly, saying her name gently between kisses. As I studied her bandages, I began to get angrier all the time at the bastard who had done this to her. Her face was completely covered with gauze except for one eye, and her mouth. In spite of this, she maintained that sweet attempt at a smile and said over and over in a glad little voice which, again, almost made me crack UP-
"Oooooh Gordon-darling, I'm so glad to see you."
Her attitude had me completely baffled. I had more or less expected to find her in tears, or at least in a saddened state, and asking for dough. I decided that either she really was hurt, or, on the other hand, maybe she had more moxie than I had given her credit for in comparison with the highly obvious blackmailing tricks of most French whores.
Whatever it was, I felt it was an extremely touchy situation, but I damn sure had to find out ever so gently-so I said: "I'm very, very sorry to hear about your accident, Marie."
She hesitated for a long moment before answering with hardly a change of expression. She merely shrugged her shoulders slightly and gave a little sigh which appeared to be more in disapproval rather than in sorrow. That gesture and what expression I could see, just about took the wind out of my sails. My own evidence-which was my widened eyes, must have shown it for Marie seemed to act as though there was an explanation due me and she tried her best when meekly she murmured: "Gordon, darling, I can tell by the way you look that you're very surprised-your eyes give you away."
"I'm sorry, Marie, I guess I do look a little surprised-but, I'm sure there's a reason for everything, but you don't have to tell me if you'd rather not."
"No, Gordon-don't say one word until I've finished what I have to say-it's a little mixed up.
I assured her I was in no hurry, and that I wouldn't open my trap until she had finished. I was remembering that taxi-cab bills in France are very cheap. I only hoped that Bruce was comfortable. I was thinking when Marie began: "First, Gordon-I'd had better tell you that I am awfully-so awfully sorry about this bother. Another thing is that I know who did it. Now Gordon, you promised you wouldn't interrupt. You see-even during the early years of my life there seemed to be an unmistakable feeling of resentment that I had for men and I think they had the same feeling of resentment and dislike for me-and-and our feeling of resenting one another eventually became a pretty strong dislike. In a way, though, I guess I can't blame the boys I knew. I used to like to play with them-I mean, really play with them-and-and look at the 'big' things they had-even once, one of the teachers caught me in the little "boys room' and slapped me in my giggling face as I was watching one of the boys 'pee'-but-but I never let any of those boys fuck me. And I think that one of the reasons I went into that restroom was because-well, one of the boys I had noticed, had a 'big bulge' in his pants, so I wanted to sneak in in order to see his big thing. Even after I was kicked out of school, that boy and I became very good friends.
"I guess I wasn't very smart in school, that's probably another reason why they kicked me out so often-I guess they thought they were wasting time on me-and they were probably right. In your country I'd probably be called a 'dumbbell' or some kind of sexy playgirl-because, even when I was very young in school-I liked dreaming about the things that boys had in their pants."
"Lots of little chicks feel, and act the same way, Marie."
She stopped me again: "If you keep talking, Gordon, I won't be able to finish."
I promised her I'd keep mom.
"Well, when my stepmother finally gave up trying to educate me she decided that at least I should be able to do housework, but by this time she was so disgusted she didn't even trust me to do that right. Anyway, she'd tell me to do the dishes and then sit in a chair right behind me and watch-well, naturally, that made me nervous as anything and, and then I'd end up breaking more dishes than I'd get out of the cupboard."
"Oh, please-please let me interrupt you, Marie-long enough to say that, hell, when you introduced me to your stepmother the last time my ship was in the port-well, she seemed to me, like a nice lady."
"Well, Gordon-that was one of the many bad things wrong with her. You see, she was two-faced as all hell. Oh, she was very nice to you when you visited her the last time-but golly, you should have heard how she run up and down criticizing someone-and she ran you down just as soon as you had left the room."
"Okay honey-that'll teach me-I'll keep my mouth shut."
She smiled as much as the bandages would allow.
"Please-please let me finish, Gordon-I'm coming to the hard part. You see, when I couldn't get any kind of job because of what I didn't learn in school-but, after listening to one of my girl friends-well, we used to go down to the cafes near the docks. It was then I began feeling wonderful all over. I was glad and I looked forward to going to bed each and every night with a different sailor-and-but I think the reason I got started in doing that every night was because I wanted to prove to myself that I was smart enough to support myself-but, I would still go home two or three times a week and clean up the house for my stepmother. And after I'd finish, we'd sit down and talk-and finally, we got to be quite friendly. Then one day she really surprised me, Gordon-because she told me that even though I was only her stepdaughter she said, she had become quite fond of me because she was proud of the fact that I was earning my own living and, well, naturally, I never did tell her that I was trying to go to bed and fuck almost every sailor that came into Marseilles-but, what really surprised me-after she had said she was very proud of me, she then said that she was going to remember me in her will!"
"That's swell, Marie-now you'll be pretty well heeled-so I guess now-you'll only fuck for love!? "
"I don't want to disappoint you, Gordon-you lover boy-but I have learned to never do it for nothing-it's only that now-if a good looking boy I like doesn't have much money-well, it won't make much difference-I'll go to bed with him."
Then I asked stupidly: "But what happened last night, Marie?"
"Well, after I had my talk with Mom, I went back to my-how you say it?-cock teasing! And-well, you are the only man I fuck with-and my good boyfriend, he find out last night, and he try to stick it in me-but I say no-and...
Marie hesitated, and then again picked up the thread of her story: "It was after I started hanging around the docks-Gordon, when I met him he was a merchant seaman, Alex. After we had become pretty good friends, he started asking me casual questions-like, 'He is your lover, isn't he?' 'And what do you do together. What time does he come for you?' Then I would say things unintentionally not knowing what he had in mind. He also would say things like, 'I'll bet he has to go to the bank to send money home!' I guess that is where I made my mistake, Gordon-because, I told him that you kept plenty of money on you for expenses. So last night he was horny and he wanted to rob you and even rob me if I had any money! Alex is an evil man-so there's no telling what he might have done to try and get what he wanted."
I nodded, understanding at last.
For the first time Marie showed signs of real emotions. Hell, if I had been feeling sorry for the girl when I came in, it was nothing compared to what I felt then. I put my arms around her gently and she hugged me back so hard, in spite of her "hurts," that she nearly took my wind away. But if what she had said was true, that was good enough for me to continue keeping my nose out of the case. I had had one experience with the police here already and I damn sure didn't want to get involved for a second time-to say the least, they were certainly unusually efficient, in their own way. Marie and I talked for a little while longer and, all the times we held each other, my sex feelings for her enchanting little bruised-up body kept coming to a "head." And the only thing that stopped my overtures within limits, of course, was the sight of that poor beat-up little figure in that bed. I asked her: "What the fuck did that cannibal try to do? Chew you to pieces? Well?" All the while I was asking her questions I was gently feeling her soft little breasts and her warm "big" snatch which, apparently was responsible for me looking at her with obvious passion and saying: "Oh honey-it's for sure, I won't try to do anything in here-but-but feeling your warm sexy little body, baby, has given me another hard-on-for you-see?"
She smiled at my remark. What a brave little gal she was. She said that Alex had broken one of her cologne bottles on the dresser and had cut her up with it. What a son-of-a-bitch he was, I thought to myself.
"Do you know, Marie, I know that that mother-fucker is a bastard-but-but-but what the hell was his reason for fucking you up like this?? ? "
"Gordon, don't-don't you know?? "
She appeared startled at my ignorance.
"I was sure you knew, Gordon," she continued, "but-well-I-I-"
"I'm sorry, Marie," I interrupted, "if I may have sounded angry-but it certainly isn't at you-but, how would I know why he beat the shit out of you, honey?? And-and I'll be damned if I can understand an S.O.B. like that!"
"Well, Gordon-you know I tease him up pretty bad. He said that he hadn't been able to go to bed with a girl for a month at least-but I-I think-"
She hesitated and I asked her: "Don't stop now-tell me-I want to hear how I fucked-up that cocksucking rat-and just for the record, baby, if he isn't able to fuck some cunt for another month, it'll only be because his ass will be in jail-or because I stuffed his nuts up his ass.
"Well, Gordon-he said the reason he was mad at me was, because I took you to bed with me. More even than the money he wanted."
I felt I owed her something considering the results of everything. I knew I had to stand by her and give her all the help I could-but I certainly did not figure on the way things happened next.
"Marie."
"Yes, darling?"
"You said that Alex had broken one of the cologne bottles to cut you with-well, I've got news for you, baby-if you can find one bottle of anything that isn't broken, I'll kiss your pussy for you right here and now! Hey!? ? He didn't-he didn't cut 'that' up too, did he?"
"No, Gordon-" she said with a grin.
"Well, baby-every piece of furniture you own is broken into pieces."
"Gosh; is it really that bad, Gordon? I was unconscious when they brought me here-but I do seem to remember him making an awful lot of noise before I blacked out completely."
"It's really that bad, Marie-and then some."
"Darn it--! And I was going to ask you-if you will have the time-"
"What do you want, Marie," I interrupted, "I have time."
"Well, I know that I cannot use any of the makeups or creams, but I would like my bathrobe-I guess I can use that when I go to the-" she broke off, slightly embarrassed.
"When you go to the shit-house," I jokingly said.
"Well-yes, Gordon-that's what I want it for-gosh, it's funny how talking about some things kind of makes one embarrassed. And-maybe you can find a bottle that's not broken with perfume in it."
"I'll go up there right away, honey, and see if I can find those things for you-I guess I should be back in about an hour, baby."
"Oh, thank you so much, Gordon dear."
I started from force of habit, I guess, to kiss her goodbye, then settled for a gentle squeeze and brushed my lips against her arm. She had given me the name of the hotel in case I had forgotten it. I started on my errand, later thinking, that perhaps it probably seemed like the longest hour in that poor gal's life-waiting for hours for me and being able to do nothing but lie up there in that lonely room with her injuries. I hoped she hadn't got the ideas that I might go out and find another gal-or she might even have thought I'd return to my ship. I did not do either. But considering the amount of time I was gone, I couldn't very well blame her for entertaining either of those possibilities.
While we were gone, I think Bruce and I got the biggest surprising shock of our lives. Very shortly, Bruce and I arrived at Marie's hotel. I had signaled the driver to wait for us. The driver nodded, so Bruce and I started up to Marie's room. When we reached her doorway, which was still hanging askew, we neither saw nor heard anything-it wasn't until we were clear inside of her room when we noticed the room was full of cops. That was sure one surprise-but certainly had nothing in common with the shocking impact and surprise I referred to earlier-that was yet to come.
At least her room appeared to be half full of cops. Actually, there were only three-but that was enough. When we noticed them looking at us-we really got shook-up. They must have figured from our expressions that we were the guilty ones they were after so, they were on us like a bunch of wildcats. Before we could say a word, they had us both handcuffed-then they stepped back and eyed us with an obvious satisfaction as though they had just nabbed the worst criminals in all of Mersailles.
Bruce didn't utter a word-but brother, he sure looked pathetic compared to the satisfied looks those cops had-those looks caused me to wonder if I'd upset them very much if I were to suddenly let loose a nice juicy fart. But I think I was afraid to try and find out. They were talking mighty fast in Italian and, it was evident they were happy with their "catch." We tried to talk to them in good old English but, they either couldn't or, wouldn't understand us-in fact, they seemed surprised that we were speaking other than French.
"Oh well," I thought, "perhaps there is someone down at the station who spoke English."
Considering that we had those "bracelets" on, it was more than obvious that Bruce and I were headed for that police station.
We arrived at the jail quickly and still there was no one who spoke English. I tried saying a couple of times: "I-we didn't do it!"
Bruce looked like he was getting ready to cry as we were standing in front of the sergeant's desk because it seemed that no one was paying any attention to us-so, I began getting desperate feelings-hell, I didn't want to miss the ship let alone get charged for some murder in a strange country. I kept telling myself in my mind that I would lose my Norleen-the girl I love.
I kept thinking in a very uncomfortable way. Things were happening so fast that I was now in kind of a half-daze which probably accounted for the asinine thing I did when the guard started to take us to a cell.
As the guard unceremoniously pushed us through a heavy door which was open-but, when he closed it behind us, I began thinking frantically that I had to get out of that place and get the address of a gal that Marie had once mentioned-one that Alex shacked-up with. I knew that Alex was the only one who could help us out-if he would! I figured that Alex was no doubt with that other girl and also that it would be damn near impossible trying to explain anything to those cops. I figured that I had to find Alex myself-and, if necessary-to beat a confession out of him-and that's what instigated my following action which seemed to upset everybody, including Bruce.
The guard was walking up to one of the two doors that were on this particular cell-block tier. I surprised Bruce, and shook-up the guard when I slugged him in the back of his neck. Because I was off balance, it apparently didn't hurt him too much because he swung around fast with a "Left" aimed at my jaw-I blocked his attempted jab and, as scruples didn't mean much at this particular moment, I knead the guard right in the groin and followed that up with a right to his jaw-naturally, he dropped like a sack of potatoes.
As I was reaching over to pick up the keys he had "dropped"-Bruce yelled out with a sickening cry: "Look out, Gordon."
Then I noticed the guy I just dropped had gotten to his feet again! And this time, he had his gun on us. I couldn't understand what he was saying, but according to his tone and the look in his eye, he was one pissed-off guard.
That little scuffle was also apparently responsible for the turn-key to make another big mistake that wasn't discovered until shortly after he had opened the cell-block door and shoved us in. Once inside, it was my natural intentions to walk from one end of the tier to the other until we found an empty cell. Upon passing the first cell, mine and Bruce's mouths seem to have dropped below our knees. We were both damned near stunned by what we saw. We were witnessing a wild orgy-a "69" party was going on right before our eyes.
Bruce said, in a rather stuttering manner: "Gee-gosh-boy-the hippies over here sure have beautiful hair. Apparently those two guys must have gotten caught sucking prick right after they both got their permanent!"
"Open your fucken eyes, Bruce," I snapped, "those aren't hippies."
"What are you doing, Gordon?"
"I'm looking for a chair-I intend on sitting down and waiting 'my' turn."
Then the blonde that was lying on top of the redhead looked at us through the bars. Those eyes of hers expressed fear, worry and guilt at its zenith.
Then Bruce repeated: "What the hell do you mean? Wait your turn!? "
"Well, dammit Bruce-open you mother-fuck-en eyes you prick with ears-that turn-key really fucked up-because, there aren't two boy hippies giving each other a 'blow-job'-they are both girls-and they were lapping each other's cunt."
Just then, the cell-block door opened. It was that same turn-key. He must have realized his mistake because of the confusion I gave him earlier. He had mistakenly put both of us in the women's tank!
Very quickly we were both transferred to the men's tank. But before we pulled ourselves together, it seemed that before we were put into a cell, every cop in the joint tried to kick hell out of us.
Shortly, my heart began pounding with all sort of anticipation. Then I looked at Bruce who was sitting on the edge of his bunk-and he looked like he was almost crying. I didn't think it was the beating he took from the cops-it appeared that he was perplexed. He certainly had a worried expression-perhaps he was wondering about his wife and if he would ever see her again.
I interrupted Bruce's thoughts and said: "Dammit, if only we had a chance to talk to someone who could speak English. Then, maybe we could explain this whole fucken situation including Marie's talk about that prick, Alex."
Bruce didn't say a word. Instead, he looked at me just like he was imploring me to get his ass out of that mess.
After a short while of silence, which seemed like an eternity, I got up a bit more courage and started the pissed-off rooster act again. Only this time, even louder. From a worried look to one of anger, Bruce then looked at me and angrily said: "Knock off that fucken yelling, Gordon-or every cop in this joint will start giving us the boots all over again."
Shortly, the same handful of cops came back and eyed me coldly for a moment, so I decided it better if I used politer tactics. I very politely asked: "American Consul?"
They gave me that same routine of nodding and smiling and then, left us alone again.
"Well, let's face it, Bruce-we're getting the fucken run-a-round."
As I was desperately trying to rationalize the whole set-up, our cell-block door flew open again and two cops came in supporting a guy who appeared to be "half stiff"-in fact, the ways the cops were helping him, he acted like he was really loaded-then my eyes damn near bugged right out of my fucken socketsI looked at Bruce and then said: "Man-that looks like, Alex!"
"Alex-Alex-Alex" I damn near yelled. But he didn't even move a muscle at the sound of his own name. I yelled again, only this time I tried a little suggestion that usually impresses most drunken seamen.
"Hey Alex-hey-Alex-your 'ship' is over here."
The cops turned and looked at me as if I had just gone off my rocker.
But Alex-for the first time, looked up and mumbled: "Ya-ya-ya."
Even if he couldn't speak English, the term ship is a word that almost all seamen know. I then nearly went berserk when I quickly grabbed little Bruce by his shoulders and yelled:
"Bruce-it's him! It's him! Hey! You stupid cops-get the American Consul. That's the guy, the ass-hole, you want-not us."
"Damn," I told Bruce, as they put Alex in another cell, "maybe now they'll throw our asses out of here. This fucken joint is for the birds."
Shortly thereafter, about four or five cops came through the cell-block door and walked up to our cell.
"Oh no," I said to Bruce, "don't tell me these ass-holes are gonna give us another 'boot' party?"
We both warily stepped back into our cell as they started to unlock our cell door. When they made no move I began to figure that maybe they were thinking that we wanted to stay in that cell! I then stepped slowly towards them and, Bruce was damn near breathing down my neck.
Suddenly, all of them seemed to be wearing apologetic smiles and showing obvious concern-a couple of them even offered an arm to help escort us out of the cell. I shrugged them off-for some reason-I guess I was feeling a whole lot more confident. Even though I damned near succeeded in "de-nutting' one of them, they didn't at all appear to be pissed-off. They seemed to be trying to express their chagrin for having made a mistake.
When we entered the front office of the jail, we discovered the American Consul. He quickly introduced himself and explained he had been over an hour in there in response to our yelling our heads off. Also, he stated that he had been interpreting Alex's confession to the cops. It seems that Alex spoke very little English and positively no French at all. But Marie spoke good French-and the flics had finally gotten her story.
Our benefactor was called Tom Becker. And if he hadn't explained to us what really happened, we never would have figured out what actually transpired.
His first concern was to get us out of there. We were both so happy to leave that place that I'm sure that even Bruce would kiss Mr. Becker's buns in downtown Marseilles if he had been asked to. And, as for me, I was so appreciative that I think I would have done the same and given him a half hour to draw a crowd.
We were advised to get our personal belongings and we lost no time in doing exactly that-and then we were off.
CHAPTER FIVE
Atlantic Interlude . . , Tommy Gets Some . New York In Sight...
A few days later, I was standing midship on the port side when Bruce approached me after having finished a job I had told him to do and said: "What's next, bosen?" And without waiting for me to answer he continued: "Damn-it, bosen-I never thought there would be islands out in the middle of the Atlantic!? "
I answered with: "You know what, Bruce? I swear, sometimes I think you don't have all your shingles. Hell, there's islands all over this fucken ocean. But we're far from the middle of this ocean and, you fucken well ought to know that. Hell buddy-look out over the ass-end of this sea-going-rust-bucket-there, to your right. You can still see the coast of Africa and the Rock of Gibraltar-and shit, if you look off to the starboard, you can faintly see and make out that place over there-see-that's Spain."
"I know we are just now beginning to sail in the Atlantic. But-what's the name of that pretty little island, Gordon?"
"Well, Salty," I answered, "that's the Azores island-about the only thing I can say about that island is-I guess plenty of wino's would be real happy to live there."
"I don't follow you, bosen. What's the score?"
"That island is literally flooded with grapes, Bruce. And I suppose those wino's could start their own fucken winery instead of having to stand on street corners begging for it."
Bruce quickly changed the subject and then said: "Hey bosen-I haven't see you with a hard-on lately. What's the matter-Marie bite it-the last time?? "
I faked a pass at Bruce while I smiled and then came back with: "No-I see Tommy once in a while. But do you know I haven't fucked his sweet ass since we left Marseilles. But I must confess-every time I look at his buns I get a big fucken hard-on. And whenever I do approach him with a job I want him to do he gives me the sexiest look-in fact, it's rather a crazy sexy look-that is, if there is such a thing. You know though-come to think of it-shit, just talking about Tommy has given me one hell of a hard-on-see-look 'a here' at this, Bruce."
"Ha, ha, ha-yeah, but you be sure and leave it in your pants, bosen."
Bruce kept kidding me when I finally said again: "I think I'll just go and look Tommy up-then I'll take him in his foc's'le and fuck him right up his 'shit shoot'. "
"Damn bosen-you really are an ass-hole-bandit-but tell me-do you fuck gals in the ass too?"
"Only when they ask me to, Bruce. But I'd rather settle for their cunt."
Knowing that I put Tommy to work painting one of the ventilators I began searching for him. Soon as I found him, I began yelling to him all the while holding on to 'myself.'
"Hey-Tommy boy," I yelled, "come on in to my foc's'le-I have got something I want to show you."
Bruce just gave me a funny grin and said: "Man-I'm sure glad I'm not your wife-or one of your queer friends for that matter. Something tells me that if I was either, I'm sure I'd be 'used' quite often."
"Well Bruce-you know that old saying, 'any old port in the storm'-feel like bending over, Bruce?"
"Aw-you go fuck yourself, bosen," said Bruce smilingly.
"Well, you go finish what I told you to do-Tommy is probably waiting for me now-so I have got to go and educate that little boy now."
"Okay, you sea-going Romeo." Bruce laughed.
Tommy was waiting for me when I got to the door leading to my foc's'le. I unlocked the door and asked Tommy to step in. He looked at me with a slight touch of fear and said almost apologetically: "What's the matter, bosen? Did I-did I do something wrong?"
"No-not at all, Tommy-hell no, I've just got something that I want to show you."
"Ooh," sighed Tom-but when I closed the door Tommy just looked at me in a rather sheepish grin and said: "What do you have to show me-Gordon?"
I grabbed the bulge in my pants and said: "Wait until I get it out-now-this is what I've got for your sweet ass, baby-yeah Tommy-this is what I want you to see-do you want to lay down on my bunk-this time I'll fuck you right. The last time-well, was a combination of a couple of crazy things I guess. But most important was I guess, was when I'd seen your sweet ass trying to break out of your torn pants. The cheeks of your ass sure did give me a hard-on."
Tom immediately dropped to his knees and cried out: "Oh Gordon-the position-I thought that you were mad at me. You've hardly said a word to me. I'm so glad you're not mad at me-Ooooh please-please big daddy-fuck me. Put that wonderful cock up my ass daddy-oooooh please-fuck me-fuck me-oooooh fuck me."
"Well, take off your pants and lay down on my fucken bunk. As soon as I get my own britches off, I'll get on your ass.'
Very shortly I was kneeling on the bed directly above his ass. Then I asked him to put some vaseline on his ass-hole-and then, I asked him to shove a pillow under his belly. Soon, everything was in order and we were both now completely naked, from the waist down. I then very passionately said: "Here baby, grease up my prick, too-and Tommy, I want you to understand, that just because I make love to fags like you, I'm not about to have you do the same to me at all-I save myself for the gals. Now then, I'll just hop on your ass and fuck myself dizzy."
Tommy just gazed at me and then said: "Ooh daddy-that's all-ooh that's all I want is your gorgeous cock-in my ass or in my mouth."
Before putting it in I couldn't help but admiring his lovely cheeks. Tommy sure knew how to move those buns of his. Suddenly, it happened. I could hear the thunderous sound of the ship's engines-and I could feel the heavy vibrations of the vessel indicating that the ship's screw was now rotating at full speed astern. I noticed everything that was on shelves in my foc's'le flying off every which where-and everything was flying forward-and because I was kneeling above, but slightly behind Tommy, while resting my meat on top of his warm rump-when the officer on watch ordered the engineer to reverse engines to full speed astern, it literally went flying right into Tommy's hole as if someone had suddenly shoved it in with a pile driver. I thought I was going to go clear through Tommy. But he was damn near insane with joy and began moving every which way but loose. It's for sure I'm certain that, Tommy had never been reamed-out before the way he was being "reamed" by me. I swear he must have had a "pit." He had all my inches and I couldn't tell whether or not if Tommy's whimpering resulted from my forceful entry or, whether he was just going mad having all that "meat" inside. Just moments before we both reached a mutual climax he was moving as if being driven by pistons. Did he ever have action! As soon as I "shot my wad" I asked him if he had reached a climax yet and he answered: "Oooh yes-oooh yes-did I ever-please, don't take it out-it feels so damn good."
"Some other time," I answered, "I'll hop on you again, you can count on it. But right now I'm gonna see what the trouble was that caused the engines to be reversed."
I hurriedly dressed, stepped out of the foc's'le and soon was able to discover that the reason the engines were reversed was to prevent colliding with another vessel that was crossing our bow.
* * *
From a navigating sense, everything was fine for about twelve days. One day, Bruce said to me as we were looking over the ship's rail at the skyline of New York, "Damn, bosen-ever since that day you talked Tommy into going into your cabin-he's been actually 'creeping' around the deck as if it almost pained him to walk-or, like-maybe someone had just shoved a broom up his ass-damn Gordon-er-I mean, bosen-what the hell did you do to that poor man's ass? Did you-I mean-shit, did you really put all that big cock of yours in his ass?"
I just laughed. New York was looking good and my mind was on Norleen.
CHAPTER SIX
Norleen Is Waiting ... I Introduce Her To My Shipmates ... My Letter Brought Up Shower Time! ... Home Is The Sailor
The sight of Norleen waving on the dock sure did light my candle-but I still had enough sense to yell at Jerry-and pass on the instructions the chief officer had already given me telling me to get a heaving-line.
The next thirty minutes seemed almost like an eternity. Soon, however, we were finally tied-up-and I was standing on the foot of the gangway as the crew lowered the gangway to the dock. But even before the gangway touched the dock-I jumped the remaining three or four feet
-rushed up to Norleen, grabbed her almost feverishly, then-embraced her passionately and very endearingly began saying so many different things that were coming right from my heart: "Oh God-Norleen, honey-oh baby-I'm ooh-so glad to see you-ooh I've missed you honey, with all my heart and-and I'll never go to sea again-if you-if-if you marry me! Honey, I no longer can bear being without you. I do love you so much-so very much-with all my heart."
Norleen didn't have a chance to answer me for awhile because I was talking so rapidly while trying to guide her away from the gangway because I knew that very soon it'd be crowded with longshoremen who would be boarding the vessel. Finally, the very first words that Norleen was able to utter were: "And-oooh-my darling-but-but Gordon, I think-I think I should first give you a piece of my mind!"
She had a very sweet little frown that actually puzzled me at first. For the moment, I had forgotten about that foolish letter wherein I confessed rather sheepishly.
At that moment, I almost ignored her last words because I was too deeply involved in studying her beautiful little sexy body-admiring her radiant charms. Then I shook my head gently and said: "Oh baby-you can give me a 'piece' anytime you want!"
"Oh you," Norleen answered, "I should-I should slap you because of those nasty things you confessed to in that letter you mailed from Naples. Were you-I mean-were you a good boy afterwards, Gordon?"
I think I could tell then by her expressions that I better start quickly making-up some kind of a lie. The only reason I decided it was best to lie was because, for the first time in my life I was seriously in love. Also, I didn't want to make any more confessions for fear she would push me into the river. So-I simply said: "Yes-yes Norleen-I was a very 'good boy'-in fact, after I mailed you that letter the rest of the trip was a complete bore for me."
Norleen stayed firmly embraced in my arms while we talked for almost two full minutes. I had kissed her nose-neck-ears-and her lips, several times. But as I began to kiss her on the mouth rather passionately there came several loud 'cat-calls' from the ship. I looked at her and tenderly said: "Hell baby-let's go aboard to my cabin."
Without trying to move she said: "All right, Gordon-I'll go to your cabin with you only if you promise you will not touch me-because-ooh Gordon, please excuse me for what I think I must say now-oooh Gordon, my darling-I can feel that vour 'thing' is as hard as a rock-and I know that you are getting 'excited'-I can feel it-I can feel-oooh honey-but if-but if I come to your cabin-please-pi-don't touch me-uh-leave the door open! I don't want your friends to think I'm a nasty girl, okay?"
I could tell it would be useless to try and change her sweet mind. "Honey, when I saw you on the dock, waving-it was a shocking surprise. But now, my love, I adore you for the sudden heartwarming feeling that just being in your presence, gives me. If I had known you were coming baby, I would have had our cook bake you a cake-and, I even would have taken a bath-but damn, honey-all I can offer now is this dirty unshaven creep you are looking at-but, there just might be some day old cake in the bread box! But seriously, honey, come on up to my cabin-and I promise that even though my heart will be getting ready to 'crack-up,' I promise not to lay a hand on you, baby-that is, not until we get to a hotel. But I promise, honey, we'll cut-out, real quick like. I'll take a bath-and, if you climb into the tub with me, I'll wash your lovely back."
"Oooh, Gordon!! "
While I was trying to clean up Norleen was saying: "Ooh, Gordon-I love you so-and-I have missed you so much. It has been like-well, almost everyday I felt an unbearable loneliness in my heart-I love you and only you--. "
Norleen hesitated for a moment, but apparently only because I now had my work-pants and shorts off-and my tool was at full attention. And though I was completely naked now I was actually being 'devoured' by a beautiful little girl's pretty blue eyes. Norleen hesitated and then took a deep breath and then gave a deep sigh as she continued: "And-and golly, Gordon, having to live all alone with that wonderful feeling of strong heartfelt love that I have for you-and you, alone-Gordon, ooh I've been thinking about you constantly and-and dreaming-and I guess wishing like everything for all of you-and-and for your big-big-ooh Gordon, I want it-oh how I want it-but-but not here-not here on the ship-ooh Gordon-I've dreamed about your big lovely thing-all night-almost every night. Oooh gosh, Gordon darling-please forgive me I know I am sounding nasty but-honestly, I just never knew that after having a boy sexually but just once could so strongly affect one's desire of wanting him never knew that love could be so-oooh so demanding-you can-you can demand me to do any-anything and I'll do it-pleasantly or-or try to, darling! Ooh Gordon, darling, I've dreamed of having your big wonderful thing each and every night. And your mother, Gordon, has been very nice to me-she and I get along so well-and I've been able to confide in her about everything except my strong sexual desires for you. I wouldn't talk to her about that. She has just been wonderful to me." Norleen was so "wound-up" I never even tried to interrupt her while I was getting dressed.
"When you put that ring on my finger, Gordon, I was so thrilled and happy that I couldn't-at that time, express properly that I was so very glad that you loved me, too. But good gosh, Gordon, your ring made me feel like I was in heaven and, ooh Gordon, my darling. I missed you so much while you were gone-that now-I want more than anything in this world for you to hurry up and put that wedding ring on my finger so that we can both say, 'I do'-ooh darling, I do-ooh I do-and every night while you were away I remember how considerate that you were about everything especially, since reading over and over your very dear but foolish letter you wrote. I know that we aren't married-yet-but I just hope and pray that you put the other ring on my third finger, left hand, before someone else gets you!? "
"I'm sorry, Norleen honey-if I haven't been saying much-but hell, girl-I was busy trying to forget all other girls and at the same time, trying to get myself dressed so that we can find a nice hotel."
"Ooh-I already have a hotel, Gordon-it's on 62nd and Broadway-I think it's called the 'Hotel Empress'. "
"Swell-now let's get a cab. I'll come back and get my gear tomorrow and make my goodbyes because, it's for sure that my sea-going days are over, honey."
I introduced Norleen to Bruce and a few of my shipmates then tried to quickly excuse myself saying that we must hurry ashore because we have a very important legal matter to straighten out. My quick departure from the ship surprised Norleen. But according to her wondering looks, not quite as much of a surprise as the one she received when I asked the cab driver to take us to the city hall. Shortly, when I emerged from the city hall with our marriage license, I inquired with the local building guard if there was a justice of the peace about. He instructed us what floor and room. All of this was done while Norleen kept following me because of the slight force I was applying to her soft hand as I pulled her along. But I still had time to notice her sweet childish expressions of wondering and her surprisingly perplexed look of amazement. But shortly these expressions vanished because the justice of the peace enlightened the whole situation. Finally, we emerged from the 'justice' room and I was clutching Norleen very tightly while saying, in a sexy tone: "Now girl, perhaps you'll realize and understand that they don't call me 'Flash Gordon' for nothing-because, in less than three hours, I got us married baby. Now, I can just 'eat you up' and all real legal like. Yes, my darling baby, you are really all mine now-and I'll do anything in the world to try and make your golden heart happy. Oooh baby, my lovely little darling, I'm really married to the sweetest little angel in the world."
Norleen pressed her warm inviting little body close to mine and started 'purring' in a passionate and sexy tone while saying: "Oh yes, my love-ooh my wonderful big daddy-you are my husband now."
I was thinking-that this gorgeous little angel was really all mine now, for keeps. Then she ups and pulls one of her numerous surprises on me. She looked at me smiling, while reaching in her purse she drew out a compact and proceeded to powder her nose which really didn't need it at all. Then she giggled: "Okay, smarty-you're always calling me a 'crybaby'. "
Then she quickly put her mirror in front of my eyes and said: "You see?-You too are crying, Gordon darling."
"Augh, them ain't tears-I just got something in my eyes-I guess."
She looked at me, smiled sweetly and said: "In both of your eyes, honey?? "
"Alright, my lovely little girl, knock off that shit-or I'll divorce you."
Laughing together we hailed a cab and told the driver to take us to the Hotel Empress on 62nd and Broadway. He did so-but when I saw the entrance and the lobby, I looked at Norleen and gasped. Momentarily, I had a feeling of panic, wondering if my funds would cover the entrance cost. Then remembering in a very relieved positive manner, that I was pretty well-heeled with money, I relaxed and registered-my feelings were highly elated when I pleasantly glanced at my little wife. I could see by her sweet innocent looks that she was just as pleased as I was about registering into the suite of rooms she originally rented. And, according to the price, I guess that hotel must have been fantastically beautiful, but-we only had eyes for each other. When I finished at the desk and had the key, I reached down and swung Norleen into my arms and headed with a great deal of enthusiasm for the elevator. I thought Norleen was going to pass out right then and there. With the clerk's hearty laughter following us, the elevator's door closed.
On the way up, she raised her head up from my shoulder and whispered into my ear: "Gordon, what do you think you're doing?"
To which I replied in a loud-carrying voice: "Hell, girl-we are married-or haven't you heard?"
She immediately buried her face again as though embarrassed. But I could tell from her muffled giggles as well as feeling the tremors going through her body that she was enjoying herself to the utmost. When I carried her over the threshold and put her on her feet, we stood for a brief moment, just looking with sighing approval at the suite of rooms. I guess she figured that I would eventually pay the bill anyway-in the future I'll have to remind her that I don't really make enough money to afford a whole suite in high class hotels.
The lobby of the hotel certainly was not a front because this apartment was every bit as elegant as was the lobby. We took hands and began to explore. The first door off to the beautiful living room was obviously a small kitchenette. And easily one of the most elaborate I'd have ever seen ... and, the next door we opened led into what looked like a very sexy bedroom. I felt like immediately throwing Norleen on the bed and behave like some crazy sex-fiend. But I did manage to restrain myself momentarily. The next door was closed too but, when I opened it, there was a bathroom that would have made even the bathroom of Cleopatra look inferior-sunken tub-and all.
Norleen and I turned to each other spontaneously-then I hastily added: "Oh my lovely little angel. Let's take a bath together!"
With a funny little grin she replied: "Do you remember the day we first met, Gordon? And I said then you must be a mind reader?"
"That's a day I'll never forget," I answered, "baby, even if I live for a hundred more years-but why bring that up now, honey?"
"Because, my darling Gordon, what you just suggested was exactly what I had on my mind."
With that, I rapidly went into "action" tearing off my clothes like crazy. To this day, I'll never know where some of those stupid buttons went. But, I think it's safe in assuming that I broke all records for undressing. Then I started gently with Norleen-and when she bent down she asked me to wait a minuteand it was then that I got the most beautiful view that perhaps any man has ever had the privilege of seeing. When I had completed undressing her, all of that much yearned for feminine beauty of her young and gorgeous body was exposed to my 'feasting' eyes. I suddenly said: "Oooh baby, let's forget about that fucken bath-let's go to bed, honey-ooh honey-and I'll eat you up!"
She shook her head gently and said: "No my darling-please, let us freshen up a bit first-that plane ride from San Francisco was a little tiring for me-and-and it is kind of warm."
After thinking very quickly-about her lovely body and her exquisite face-and her desire to get all clean-for me-I passionately said: "Alright, darling-if we must take a bath-well, there's nothing I like better than 'clean pussy'-and see my big hard-on, honey?"
After stepping into the tub behind her I again said: "Well, baby-seeing your lovely body in its naked form is sure as hell responsible for the largest 'stiff' my cock has ever had-and that's for damn sure."
Even though I desperately pleaded with her to forget about the bath in order that we could go to bed, she still insisted on taking her bath-so, who could possibly turn her down? No sooner had we both comfortably laid down in the tub Norleen looked at me and started to laugh almost hysterically-so I naturally inquired:
"Now what the hell is so funny? Other than me having one hell of a hard-on? And being in a bath tub with a real sexy tomato?"
"That's exactly what's so funny, Gordon-I mean that big thing. It reminds me of some of the war movies I've seen with submarines-as they cruise along beneath the surface with their periscopes sticking out of the water. And it appears from the way your big thing looks, that 'it' too is longing to look around also."
For the next fifteen minutes or so, I must have reminded Norleen of a broken record-I kept pleading for us to get out of that tub in order that we might both go to bed so I could love her every way possible-completely. All she would say was 'no, I want to be clean when I go to bed-and she wanted me to be clean also. But before we had finished bathing she said: "Oh Gordon, darling-please-I hope you don't think that I'm nasty-but I've dreamed of having your big thing for such a long time-and-well, now I'll do anything-anything you want-oooh and I'll love your big thing the best way I can and-"
"Do you mean you'll put it in your mouth and suck it, baby?"
"Well, you said that you'd like to love me 'down here!' Is it-well, is it bad if I wanted to love you 'down there' too?"
"Dammit, baby-let's get out of this fucken tub before the head of my cock shoots out that overhead light."
"Just another minute, Gordon-and we both will be so clean-all over."
Norleen and I both had a bar of soap and I commenced splashing water all over the place-desperately trying like crazy to get as clean as she wanted me-and as quickly as possible.
For a slight moment, Norleen stopped washing herself. Then she stared into my eyes and, judging from her expression, she apparently just wanted to look at 'it' and drool. And it's for sure that my eyes were also rivited-and I mean riveted-as I too was staring at her 'thing.' I admit that I was beginning to get nervous. All the while we sat in the tub, we became less and less involved with cleansing ourselves much more-we couldn't take our eyes off each other.
I couldn't help but remember as I looked at Norleen and saw that lovely smile on her lips. It was that smile that literally haunted me all the while I was at sea and I just couldn't erase the memory of it. She was ever so lovely. I just couldn't take it any longer so, I firmly said to her: "Dammit-baby doll, let's go to bed and fuck-I can't stand it any longer."
She looked into my eyes with a sexy gleam and then started to get out of the tub. At first I had intended on beating her out of the tub-but when she raised up from the water, her body was now completely in view. I just sat there, and gazed at her and, I confess my mouth was just wide-open. She was so damn beautiful. Then I got up and grabbed one of the enormous bath towels and held it open for her as she stepped in. She snatched up another towel and began to dry me with it. As she was tenderly concentrating on my essentially masculine section, I felt as if I was going to go through the roof. I too began drying her off and I concentrated on her "vital" spots also. Meanwhile, I began remembering the only other sex affair that Norleen and I had-and though she did kiss "it" she hadn't sucked "it"-I couldn't help but wondering whether or not she would know how! I was still just thinking when she suddenly put her arms around the back of my head and leaped astraddle my hips. Then, I guess my penis immediately thought that "he" was now looking, almost, at the "opening" he was waiting for. He Was standing proudly erect and literally throbbing. I exchanged passionate looks with Norleen for a brief moment then I said: "Slide down a little, baby-until my cock is in place-then I'll put it in you."
"Even-even while I'm in this position?" she quizzically asked. "And-and-oooh-will it go in, this way?" she again asked.
"Sure baby-in fact, even better 'cause you're spreading your legs you will open your cunt even wider this way-and it will go in much-much nicer-but-but if I-I mean-I'm not going to fuck you in this position every time, girl-or I'll be ready for the fucken graveyard in no time. There-ooh-there-you're down far enough, honey-now-get a hold of 'it' with your hand-and just put it in the opening of your cunt-there-ooh-that's it, baby-now honey-I'll-I'll slide it in so easy-oooh baby-oh God-darling-you're so tight and so-so damn warm-and-ooh-we never used any vaseline-it feel so good and tight-does it-does it hurt, baby?"
"No-oooh no, daddy-it feels so wonderful this way-oooh Gordon, darling-it is wonderful this way-I can even look down and watch your big thing going in and out of me-ooh Gordon-this is wonderful-it feels so good-oh Gordon, Gordon, your big thing looks so sexy going in and out of me-ooh it-it looks like maybe there is some kind of a lubricant on it-oooh it looks sooo big when you take it half out of me. Oh my God-I just love-oooh-I just love your big wonderful cock-and I love you, Gordon-but-but-oooh-while you-oooh-oh, while you were gone I dreamed of almost everything about your lovely cock-and I want you to put it in my-oh please-don't think I'm-oooh my God-oooh fuck me-but-please don't think me nasty-I want to-"
She couldn't help herself it seems-she paused and hesitated so I supplied her with the words: "What's the matter my lovely little baby? Do you-do you want my cock in your mouth? Do you want to suck it for awhile?? "
"Oooh yes-yes I do-oh my God-I'm dying to-that's what I've dreamed about doing to your cock for so long now-please-let me suck it for you, Gordon darling."
"Sure baby-wait until we get on the bed."
As I carefully walked up to the bed with her still astraddle of my hips-and all the while still inside of her, she was still moving in sexy movements.
When we were alongside the bed-I took it out slowly while saying with the utmost passion: "I'll put it in again, honey-after we really love each other."
Then I gently laid her on the bed. I knelt down on the floor beside the bed and gloried in her beauty while watching the heaving and the taut little breasts she had and listening to her whimpers and her vows of love. I reached up and kissed her lovely luscious lips-then I climbed upon the bed in a position directly above her waiting face-then I could feel her arms rest on the cheeks of my rump with a slight pressure applied towards her mouth. She then cried out in a sexy way: "Oooh Gordon-it's-it's so big-oooh-please Gor-oooh please, put it in my mouth-I'm 'starved' for you."
"Open your mouth, honey-I'll put it in."
"Oooh, yes-yes-emmmmh."
Her mouth was so warm. She rotated her tongue by instinct-almost like an "expert." Soon, I was completely unable to restrain my emotions any longer. I guess I must have reminded her of some volcano. It felt as if I might have blasted her head right off of her shoulders. She started to gag and choke. But never at any moment did she try to take it out of her mouth. But despite the vise-like grip she had on me as she was literally swallowing over and over again I managed somehow to take it out, I then considerately inquired: "Is everything alright? Was I choking you? I couldn't help it, honey-I just couldn't hold it any longer. I had to 'come'. "
"Ooh Gordon, honey, my darling-the girls at school said that the boys tasted real good-oooh my precious Gordon-it's so wonderful. Please-please put it back in!? "
"Alright, my baby-I'll put it back in your mouth for awhile longer-but baby, I've just got to fuck you real quick like, honey-or else you may begin thinking that what we just did is the-is the only way!"
Norleen looked at me and, with a real sexy look said: "Is there-I mean-well, Gordon my love-is there another way, Gordon?"