Subic Bay Memories

--Leslie Schmidt


NOTE: I have been asked to explain some of the naval 
terms used in this story. A glossary of sorts is at 
the end of the story.

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Damn, it was the third time at Subic in this fucking 
deployment-I was beginning to feel like the lucky 
cock suckers who were stationed here. So, the USS 
Broke (the USS Brooke, FFG-1) was back because 
of a fucked up condenser. It looked like it'd be a 
long stay, half the tubes leaked. The yardbirds were 
swarming around engineering, the snipes weren't 
going to get a whole lot of liberty. My first 
priority 
after we put lines across was a shower. The rain 
lockers had been secured for a week. No more 
fucking plane guard, chasing the Connie around the 
West Pac, we'd leave that to one of the Spru-cans or 
the new Fig-7 out of Long Beach.

Summer's Place isn't one of the most popular bars 
in Olongapo, a small place on the Shit River end of 
Rusal. Go out the gate and across the bridge, throw 
some dimes and watch the little boys swim for 'em. 
Make a left at the end of the bridge (I forget the 
streets name) and watch your back for a long block 
to Rusal. Turn right before entering the barrio, half 
a block down on the left is Summer's.

The Chief had let me and my guys off right at 
liberty call, we had really shined up the 5' 38, 
cleaned up the hydraulic fluid, the bastard could 
even see his bald spot in the mag sprinkler piping. 
Anyway, he wanted to get off and get fucked too. 
He couldn't go unless at least some of us gunners 
were on liberty too. So it was us and the ASROC 
gang. The fuckhead GMM's weren't so lucky. The 
Mk 22, as usual, was fucked up and the old man 
was still pissed at them for us getting kicked of the 
missile range a few months back.

"Hey, Gunner Joey, I heard you coming back." It 
was the Mamma-san, Audrey.

"Yup. Snipes can't keep their gear up," I said as I 
took the icy San Miguel. Before saying anything 
more I chugged the formaldehyde smelling goat 
piss that passes for beer in the Philippians. It was 
1500 when the old man had put down Cinderella 
liberty, I had nine hours to get fucked up and get 
fucked. Word had it the Captain had a LBFM (Little 
Brown Fucking Machine) of his own in town. He 
was just as anxious to get his pole greased as any of 
us.

Instantly, Leah and Mary appeared on either arm. 
"Joey, how ya doin?" (Leah) "Oh, me lover boy 
back!" (Mary as she put her chin on my shoulder). 
"Fuck I love this place." (Me as the first beer burp 
built in my gut).

I snaked my free arm around Leah's thin waist as 
she leaned up against me. Mary's hand passed 
across my stomach to my side. After eight weeks 
straight underway chasing Ivan around the Pacific, 
it felt great to feel some soft skin.

About now Jiz, our TM1 walked in with his newbie, 
a TMSN just out of A school and on his first real 
liberty (he had been flown out from the 
Constellation a week earlier). We had assured the 
kid that liberty in Subic was nothing like Treasure 
Island. San Francisco is good liberty, but still.... 
At 
any rate, we figured he'd get his cherry popped a 
couple of times tonight. Still, we had to look after 
the kid, keep him somewhat out of trouble. 

Well, my story's getting sidetracked. Suffice it to 
say that we all had a big laugh as we watched Baby-
Jiz arching his back and convulsing during a game 
of smiles* as he emptied his virgin seed into Leah's 
mouth. Later she'd fuck him right, with a bunch of 
us watching as she jumped up and down on top of 
him. Then a San Miguel toast to wash off his cock 
from the lot of us as he lay there, half passed out. 
Me and TM1 carried him back to the ship that night 
and left him sleeping on the helo deck-that way 
the POOW could double as a drunk watch and make 
sure he didn't choke on his own puke (the BM1 was 
pissed in the morning and made him swab up his 
chunks before breakfast).

*Smiles is a game where a bunch of guys sit around 
a table with their dicks hanging out and a girl under 
the table. The guy who smiles has to buy the next 
round.

Now, a little more background about me and 
Audrey: In 15 years in the Nav, I had been to Subic 
many times. In fact, I lived for Subic. Because the 
fucking detailer would never give me orders there, I 
just kept going from ship to ship-as long as it was 
West Pac bound. I had met Audrey when I was a 
Third Class, paid her bar fine out of some club on 
Magsaysay and had kept in touch with her ever 
since. She had married a retired Senior Chief 
Radioman who fronted the money to buy 
Summer's. Jim was around some, but mainly spent 
his time fishing and playing golf and left the 
running of the place to her. So, she kept 4 or so 
girls 
employed (up to 15 if the whole fucking battlegroup 
pulled in) and generally ran a clean and calm place. 
Don Lee, a big Samoan, kept the rif-raf out. He was 
friends with the base Shore Patrol and, if you 
fucked up around there, he'd make sure they took 
you to medical for stitches after he finished with a 
rather nasty looking flaying knife he kept in his 
belt.

Well, the bunch of us were coming down the stairs 
from the balcony after just watching Baby-Jiz get 
his first real fuck. Leah's a pro. In a game of 
Paso's 
she could take a couple dozen up her cunt, then give 
you exact change. That's when Audrey waved me 
over.

"Joey, you don't like any of my girls tonight?"

I turned around and surveyed the room. "Well, 
Audrey, you know what I like. You've only got 
your normal crew on tonight."

"Yeah, I know, Joey boy. You one of my best 
customers."

"Have anyone new?" I turned back to her.

"Well," she paused, "I go see." She winked as she 
came out from behind the bar. Don Lee left the door 
and took her place.

"So, Don, fucked up any Marines lately?"

"No, it been kinda slow."

I let the conversation drop and watched the crowd. 
There were probably 8 guys in the place. Baby-Jiz 
had made it back down stairs and was hanging on 
Leah. Stupid shit didn't realize he was making an 
ass of himself. Audrey appeared at my arm.

"Joey, you come upstairs, I have special surprise for 
you."

"How much is this going to cost me?" I asked. 
Audrey was a good businesswoman.

"You just get ship's party here." (She knew I 
chaired the MWR committee)

"I'll see what I can do...." She led me up the 
stairs.

We went down a hallway lit with bare bulbs to a 
heavy mahogany door at the end. I knew this led 
into her place on the back of the bar, not one of the 
girl's bedrooms. I had been back there a couple of 
times with her and her husband, nice dinners-
that's all.

She opened the door with two keys and we went 
into the living room. Overstuffed leather furniture 
and white shag rug. A white marble bar on one side, 
the dining room to the other. We went across the 
room and into a different hall. She opened a door. "I 
have very special surprise for you." We were met 
by high giggles.

Suddenly my hands were grasped by two little girls 
who started pulling me in. "What, you want me to 
baby-sit?" 

With a laugh Audrey said, "No, they baby-sit you."

She said something in Tagalog to the girls and they 
giggled more, then closed the door.

I never did learn these two girls names, I just call 
them Yang and Yin.

Yang was about seven, maybe eight. She had a wide 
face and a small nose. Her hair fell down to the 
small of her back. Yin was younger, maybe six. She 
had short hair with a wave and more western 
features, as well as lighter skin. Obviously daddy 
was a sailor somewhere while Yang was native.

They pulled me across the room, turned me around, 
then sat me down on a bed. Instantly, Yang hopped 
on my lap, facing me with her knees on either side 
of my hips. Her arms were around my neck and she 
drove her little tongue between my lips. What could 
I do but reciprocate? Now, I like them young, the 
last time I had been in Subic I had been a 14 year 
olds first customer, but this was new to me. I put 
my arms around the shoulders and back of the little 
one as she ran one of her hands up the back of my 
neck and into my hair. Fuck, I was lost!

Then I felt a little hand pulling at one of mine. I 
let it take me, it pulled me away from Yang's back 
and down, then it guided me up and I felt the hem of 
the shift Yin had on. Next I felt the warm inside of 
her thigh, then the soft stop at the top, nestling my 
finger against the smooth slit. On instinct I rotated 
my hand slightly and pushed my finger into the 
warm moistness between the two little lips. Yin 
pushed down a bit, putting more weight on my hand 
and pushing my finger a little deeper into her tiny 
puss. Next I felt her little fingers pushing against 
mine and, by their urging, I pushed my finger up 
inside the little girl, two knuckles deep inside the 
six year old. There was a little sigh, then I felt 
her moving as she pulled her shift off over her head.

I broke the kiss and looked over Yang's shoulder. 
Yin was just a little bit chubby, tiny pink nipples. 
I 
couldn't see her puss because of my hand buried in 
it. Yang turned her head and saw her partner. She 
said something and they both started giggling, I 
could feel the cunt squeezing my finger as the girl 
laughed. Yin again had a hold of my hand and 
wasn't letting it go as she humped along it.

Somehow, Yang managed to squirm off my lap, 
then pulled her t-shirt off. Next she lost her shorts 
and panties. She is long and thin, dark nipples on 
olive skin, a long thin pussy slit below a small oval 
navel. Skinny legs.

She came toward me now, pushing me back and 
down. Yin kept my finger in her pussy, humping 
harder against it and I felt Yang start to work on my 
fly. Real soon, Mr. Happy was free and standing at 
attention. The older one wrapped her lips around the 
head, rubbing her tongue back and forth across the 
glans. Now Yin pulled me out of her and, the next I 
knew, the naked six year old was sitting across my 
face, grinding her bald pussy into my face. My 
tongue found its way into her slit as she pushed 
painfully hard down against me, her hands on my 
forehead.

The other one released my cock and started pulling 
on my pants. She said something and the little one 
lifted off my face, pivoting around on her knee, 
sticking her ass in the air. Her clam was a little 
pink peaking out from her thighs. I lifted my hips 
and they worked my pants down to my knees. Then they 
both jumped off the bed and started working on my 
shoes, Yin on the right, Yang on the left. My 
sneekers were soon lost and my pants pulled down 
and off. It was during this treatment that I sat up 
and pulled my shirt over my head, then drained the 
last of the San Mago. I lay back down.

Each girl took a leg, wrapped their arms around it, 
and started moving up and down, rubbing their 
chests against my thighs and grinding their pussies 
against my ankles. The site of their two little 
faces, looking like a couple of kittens, moving back 
and forth was astonishing. Then one of them lowered 
her mouth to my thigh and started running her 
tongue along the inside as she moved up and down. 
The other followed suit, licking my loins, each 
advance a little farther than the last.

Yang was the first to reach my balls, insinuating her 
tongue between my left nut and my thigh. This was 
soon followed my Yin on the right, the girls hot 
breath washed over my nuts and cock. Yin 
continued up, licking the underside of my cock, 
then running her tongue along the little crack below 
my piss hole. She climbed up and took the bulb into 
her tiny mouth. At this point, I had to start to 
concentrate, thinking about the questions I might 
run into on the Chief's test next week.

A couple of words passed between them and then 
things shifted. With Yang holding my cock out 
straight, Yin climbed up and straddled my hips. 
Next she lifted up and nestled my dick head against 
her pussy. Moving side to side, she worked the lips 
apart but, even bearing down, my dick just wouldn't 
go in. I guess I was just too big for the little one 
and, when she'd really try, it must have hurt her too 
much.

After a couple of tries, she gave up and now Yang 
took the position. First, she sucked on me a bit, 
then left a big glob of spit on the end. The older 
girl could take just the head into her preteen pus. I 
was in heaven as she lifted up, then sank down, 
moving my cock in and out of her tiny pussy. But, 
again, I think the stretching hurt the little one 
because she soon got up.

Thinking back on it now, I kind of wish I hadn't 
been so plastered that night. I think I would 
remember it better and I also would have not been 
quite so passive. Now I wish I had lay the little 
ones out on their backs as I rubbed my cock along 
their pussies, maybe working a little better inside 
the hairless little clams. But, as it was, I just lay 
back and watched as the two of them, one on each 
side, licked up and down my shaft, taking turns at 
the top. It wasn't long before I was ready to blow, 
and they knew it. They worked faster, running their 
lips up and down the side, each of my nuts nestled in 
a little hand. I started to hump and shudder and they 
got down to the short strokes. My slime spewed on 
the sides of the two little faces, some in their 
hair. Yin got a big glob up her nose while, after we 
were done, I noticed Yang wipe her ear. Yin got to 
the head first and took a lot of my cum into her 
mouth, then Yang pushed her aside and sucked the 
remainder out of me.

I lay on my back, sandwiched between the two little 
dolls while they giggled and played with my 
deflated schlong. When I noticed it was 2300, I 
disentangled myself from the two, now sleeping, 
nymphs, and made my way back down stairs. TM1 
and I collected the now thoroughly corrupted Baby-
Jiz and headed back to the ship. 


Glossary:  

USS Brooke FFG-1: Commissioned March 12, 1966. 
Decommissioned September 16, 1988. Originally 
designated DEG, she was the first of a new class of 
US Navy ship known as a "Guided Missile Frigate."

The Brooke Class FFG was a modification of the Garcia 
Class Frigate where the aft gun was replaced with a 
MK 25 missile launcher, making it a much more capable 
war fighter. Unfortunately, both classes of ship were 
handicapped with an unreliable engineering plant, 
thus the nickname "USS Broke."

Condenser: One of the primary parts of a steam ship's 
engineering plant, it condenses purified water from 
steam back to water for reuse in the boilers. The 
simplest explanation is that it's a box that contains 
tubes which have (cooler) sea water circulated 
through. The steam condenses back to water on the 
outside of the tubes. Needless to say, if they leak, 
salt water can get into the boiler and steam 
turbines, causing corrosion-this is a bad thing.

Yardbirds-Navy slang for a civilian worker in a 
shipyard. The workers at the Subic Bay Naval Shipyard 
were known for the exceptionally high quality of 
their work but there were usually many more workers 
assigned to a job than it usually required.

Snipes-Navy slang for sailors who works in the 
engineering spaces of a ship.

Rain locker-a shower. On a steam ship the engines get 
the fresh water first, what is left over is for the 
crew. If there's a problem which causes steam leaks, 
the crew has restricted water.

Plane Guard-Usually a "small boy" or a small ship 
(like a frigate) is assigned to follow an aircraft 
carrier around to pick up pilots who crash on take 
off or landing or flight deck crew who fall (or get 
blown by jet exhaust) overboard. This was usually 
considered a waste of the war fighting capability of 
a ship and its crew who'd much rather be out hunting 
Russian subs. Also, operating in close quarters with 
the much larger carrier is dangerous (many collisions 
have occurred, imagine a VW bug being hit by an 18 
wheeler) and the crews of the carriers are notorious 
for NOT telling the plane guard what their next 
maneuver will be.

Connie-USS Constellation CV-64. One of the Forrestal 
Class attack carriers. The largest non-nuclear war 
ships ever built. Currently (2006) the USS Kitty Hawk 
CV-63 is the only remaining ship of this class. In 
her time, the Connie was considered by many to be the 
most powerful and impressive ship in the US Fleet.

Spru-Can-a Spruance Class Destroyer.

Fig-7--Oliver Hazard Perry (FFG-7) class Guided 
Missile Frigate. There were 6 Brooke FFGs. Thus, the 
first Perry Class frigate was number 7. The last 
Perry Class frigate is the USS Ingraham (FFG-61). 
These ships, after overcoming some teething pains, 
have become highly respected members of the US fleet 
and have been adopted by a number of foreign navies.

Shit River-The Subic Bay Naval Station was separated 
from the city of Olongapo by a small river which 
served as the sewage disposal system for Olongapo. It 
was known by sailors as "Shit River." When leaving 
the base, one had to walk across Shit River. There 
were boys waiting below on the banks who would swim 
for money thrown in the river. The Navy put up a 
fence to stop this practice in the late 1970's.

Rusal (Ruzal)-one of three streets which had the 
majority of clubs frequented by sailors.

Chief-US Navy Chief Petty Officer (E-7). Senior 
enlisted rank, in the Navy, Chiefs have many of the 
privileges and wear the same uniforms as Junior 
Officers.

Old Man-Navy slang for the Commanding Officer (god, 
small 'g'). If he's pissed at you, you're fucked. If 
a ship didn't have its gear up during a practice 
missile shoot, the Range Safety Officer will order 
the ship to leave the range. Too many of these 
incidents can end a CO's career.

Mag Sprinkler-Installed fire fighting system in 
ammunition storage spaces.

5'38-5 inch, 38 caliber cannon. The Brooke carried 
one forward. 

GMM-Gunner's Mate Missiles. Gunner's Mates came in 
two flavors, one for gun systems (GMG) and one for 
missile systems (GMM).

TM-Torpedoman's Mate. Topedomen maintain torpedoes 
and torpedo handling systems. Most common on 
submarines, a few are assigned to surface ships which 
carry torpedoes.

TM1-First Class Torpedoman (E-6) 

TMSN-Torpedoman Seaman (E-3)

"A" School-Technical school usually attended 
following Basic Training.

Cinderella Liberty-Every member of the crew must be 
back to the ship by midnight. This is done to assure 
that everyone is accounted for in possibly dangerous 
port areas and to insure that everyone has had a few 
hours to sober up before going to work in the 
morning. Sailors who are late returning will have 
their liberty restricted.

ASROC-Anti-Submarine Rocket: A rocket launched 
torpedo which provided extended range. The early 
frigates used small helicopters to locate submarines 
using dipping sonar and dropped sonar buoys. Upon 
finding a bad guy, they would launch an ASROC from 
the ship while not approaching the sub. The airborne 
range is classified but it was well over the horizon. 
When the rocket motor ran out (somewhere near Ivan's 
sub) the torpedo would fall into the water and start 
an active sonar search. Ideally, the first the bad 
guys would know is when they heard the splash above 
them.

West Pac-Western Pacific Ocean and the slang name for 
a cruise to those waters.

Ivan-Russians