Message-ID: <36979asstr$1024740603@assm.asstr-mirror.org> Return-Path: Content-Disposition: inline Content-Transfer-Encoding: 7bit Mime-Version: 1.0 From: "J.Penguin" Reply-To: jpenguin@aussiemail.com.au X-Original-Message-ID: <20020530235842.43B7C36F9@sitemail.everyone.net> X-ASSTR-Original-Date: Thu, 30 May 2002 16:58:42 -0700 (PDT) Subject: {ASSM} [rom fest] Summer of '67 by J. Penguin (MF, Rom) X-Original-Subject: (rom fest) {ASSD} Summer of '67 by J. Penguin (MF, Rom) Date: Sat, 22 Jun 2002 06:10:03 -0400 Path: assm.asstr-mirror.org!not-for-mail Approved: Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories.moderated,alt.sex.stories Followup-To: alt.sex.stories.d X-Archived-At: X-Moderator-Contact: ASSTR ASSM moderation X-Story-Submission: X-Moderator-ID: gill-bates, dennyw Summer of '67 I remember it as a summer of love. It was unexpected. It was wonderful. The plane from Paris to New York landed late. A bus took us to Brooklyn, some place next to a big bridge. I thought it was the Brooklyn Bridge at first, but I was wrong. I used to know what people called it, but April, 1967 is a long time ago. Fort Hamilton was the place where soldiers coming from Europe got out of the Army. Other things happened there, I guess, but I never bothered to ask. I stowed my bags at the Transient NCO Barracks and went looking for a beer. I should have gone to the NCO Club, but with one day left in the Army I figured I'd save myself some grief and join the rest of the short timers at the enlisted men's club. It was easy to find. Martha and the Vandellas must have known I was coming. The first song I heard blasting from the jukebox was "Jimmy Mack". Yah, "Jimmy Mack, Jimmy why don't you hurry back? Why don't you hurry back?" I figured they must of been thinking of me, Jimmy McNeil, and I was back to stay. I ordered a Bud and a shot of bourbon to get things started. The place was crowed for a Tuesday night, but I guess that's the story at most military clubs. Cheap booze is hard to beat when all a guy's got is his soldiers pay and it wouldn't go very far in a place like New York City. I had a glow on when I got back to the barracks, something to help erase the night. The noise woke me up. Career enlisted men don't skip meals and it seemed like the way to the mess hall started at my door. I figured I'd join them in a healthy breakfast. It took me a minute to find the opener and then I popped the top of a warm Budweiser I snuck out of the club the night before. I drank the hair of the dog that bit me and felt much better for it. I was mellow and ready for my last day in the Army. "Sergeant McNeil, you're in charge of the police call. I don't want to see a cigarette butt or piece of paper anywhere when you're finished." There were maybe 25 soldiers getting ready to head back to civilian life. No one minded being on a shit detail, not when they knew they'd be out in a couple of hours. No one wanted to mess things up, just 'pick 'em up the first time and reassemble on the road'. One of the guards at the front gate was happy to show me the way to civilian life. "It's easier to walk to the subway than to wait for the bus. The R Train ends at 95th Street. You can't miss it. Short. 97 days. FTA." "Yah, I'm more than short now." Most of my stuff was in the VW Bus I shipped back from Europe on a boat. I gave the Army all my uniforms and only had a few civies in an overnight bag. I had to wait a couple of days for my vehicle to clear customs and decided to check out the bright lights in the big city. I had lots of time. "Hey, lifer, got any spare change?" I guess she was a hippie, but she wasn't dirty or smelly like they said in the Stars and Stripes. I always figured the Military Newspaper was slanted after reading that we killed most of the population of Viet Nam two or three times and still hadn't won the war. Guess they got everything wrong, big and small. "Who you callin' a lifer, hippie chick? Can't you see I'm back in the world to stay?" She was young and I liked her smile. I liked everything about her, even her funny clothes. I really liked watching her boobs bounce around under her peasant blouse. "How much you trying to raise, girl?" "I'm not a girl. I'm Ruby and right now I'm working on lunch money." "Tell you what, Ruby. I'm about ready for lunch myself so why don't you join me and let me know what's happened in the last three years." She knew a place close to the Subway Station where we could eat lunch and talk as long as we wanted. She was from Eau Claire, Wisconsin. She came to New York with a friend, but he wandered off and she was by herself. She wasn't going to stay for much longer. She had some plans and she had everything she owned in the two bags she carried with her. "How would you like to be my guide, Ruby? I want to go downtown and see the things people will ask me about when I get home." She was looking at me with some concern so I figured she wasn't interested in wandering around with some guy she just met. "I can give you a few bucks and playing tourist seems better than hitting GIs up for spare change." She knew all about the subway. We got exact change and hopped on the next train heading for the city. We walked around and went into buildings she named and I forgot. I was more interested in my guide. Her sweet voice. Her country girl charm. Her enthusiasm. "What do people do here at night?" "I don't know what people do, but if I have bread, I like to score some dope and mellow out." "Sounds good to me, Ruby. Let's do it." "Bad thought, Jim. It's not safe to be high on the city streets after dark." She never was very clear about where she lived. I told her I was going to find a place to stay downtown. We could score some dope and be off the street. She wasn't having any of it at first, then she talked about a bath tub and how I seemed like a nice guy. She talked herself into it by the time we got to a hotel I could afford. "You can wash my back, Jimmy." "What did you say?" "You heard me. I want someone to wash my back and decided to let you know you're getting laid up front so I don't have to worry about when you're going to make your move." She took my hand and pulled me into the bathroom. The shower was in the tub where we stood and cleaned off the grime from our day on the streets. It had been a long time since she last had a chance to use a tub and she didn't want to get out. I did real well at first, but when I started to rub some soap on her back, my cock developed a mind of its own. She was looking at my erection and laughing. I wasn't used to a girl who would do something like that. "It's about time. It's embarrassing for a girl to get naked in front of a guy and not see him get it up. I thought you might be gay." I dried her off and had a chance to feel every part of her body through the towel. She dried me off next and took full advantage of the opportunity. "Nice ass you got there, Jimmy. In fact nice body. Have to admit the Army kept you in good shape." She grabbed my erection and pulled me into the bedroom where she pushed me down on the bed. "Don't move a muscle, Jimmy. I want to be in charge." She kissed her way from my lips down my chest and arrived at my cock. She nipped at my erection with her teeth, just enough to let me know she was there. Her lips surrounded my cock and it started to disappeared into her mouth. "If you move, I'll stop. Just lay there and enjoy." She sucked and teased until I was ready to cum. She stopped and asked me how I liked it. She started again and knew when to stop. She did it twice more. Her hands wandered over my body like she was the owner taking inventory. She moved back toward my face and let her hard nipples glide across my chest as her lips tried to find my mouth. She spread her legs outside of mine, and her hand searched for the erection hidden under her stomach. She guided my cock to her pussy and slowly eased it inside of her wet hole. "Don't move. Just relax." She fucked me slowly, in and out, in and out. She raised her upper body so her tits could bounce on my chests. I felt their warmth and heat. Her mouth was next to my ear. I could hear her breath and I could hear her talk. "Do you like the way my pussy grabbed you cock? Does it feel good? Are you ready to cum yet? Do you want me to suck your cock dry after you get off?" I don't know if it was the way she moved or the way she sounded. I tried to control myself, but exploded instead. I filled her pussy and felt her body arch with an orgasm of her own. She knew what she wanted. Finally, our bodies stopped moving, but she still held me inside her. We were close and it felt right. We lay together for a long time before she moved over to my side. "Let me clean your cock." She licked the juices from the side of my cock. Her mouth slide over it and she sucked until there was nothing left inside. I was hard and ready for more. "I don't want to make a mess on the bed. Let me go to the bathroom and then we can try this again." She came back with a wash cloth and didn't have to leave again until neither one of us could move. We fucked three or four times and then fell asleep holding each other close. The next two days belonged to us. We explored the city in the light, and smoked dope and made love in the dark. It seemed like we'd been together for a long time and not just for a day. It seemed right and she wanted to be with me. The micro bus was our home on wheels. I wanted to see Niagra Falls. We went to Chicago where I met some of her friends. We made it to Denver in one long day and camped out under the stars. The Rockies were beautiful, but we both thought Utah was boring. We went to Yosemite Park in California. It was crowded until we hiked to the back country. We made love under the stars and planned our trip to San Francisco. There was a rumor people were living in Golden Gate Park, but we didn't see any signs of that in May, 1967. There was no place to park the micro bus so we moved on until we found the Haight. The people living there were still hippies and it didn't take long before we found people willing to share. Not too many people had money and those that did were suspect. Working was considered a waste of time and only done to survive. I learned how to buy $50 dollars worth of grass and sell it in nickel bags to the tourists. I'd make a $100 in an afternoon and have enough cash to live for a couple of weeks. We smoked hash and talked about amazing things. We listened to music. Music was in the air and ranged from guitar riffs to sitars. The streets were filled with the sounds of bells, the fragrance of incense, lots of beads, fringe vests, paisley and new music from The Dead to the Mamas and Papas. Every idea was a good one, but we seemed to forget them all the next day. Ruby and I made love after we took some LSD. We melted together and became one person. Drugs weren't good or bad. They were there to use and we did. Everything in large supply and nothing cost very much. We were in love during the Summer of Love and life was easy and perfect, but nothing lasts forever. My car was parked most of the time. Walking was easier and a bus or trolley car didn't need a parking place. Sometimes we had a reason to leave. We had to drive south for two hours to go to the Monterey Pop Festival. We saw Ravi Shankar, Jimi Hendrix, Otis Redding, Janis Joplin, The Who and some other people perform in the name of peace and love. Ruby was crying when I got home. "Did you hear what happened to Billy Johnson. Some guys from town beat him up and took his dope." "I know a lot of bad things are happening now, Ruby. Too many people and no one cares." "I want to leave, Jimmy. Some people I know are going to Oregon. There's a commune where things are still right. Let's go. Let's leave here" We had this conversation before and so far it didn't amount to much. What could we do on a commune? We needed a city and Oregon wasn't the answer. We heard the radio play Buffalo Springfield's new song, "For What It's Worth". They talked about the young people in Los Angeles standing up to the police night after night. The oppressor pigs never got the best of the boys who only wanted to walk around, drive their cars and have a life. "Maybe we could go to Los Angeles, Ruby. It might be better for us. I need to be in a city." We talked some more. We made love and smoked dope. Some of our friends disappeared, others got sick and bad drugs took the toll of a few more. I made $900 selling dope and felt like a capitalist. We needed money if we wanted to go to Los Angeles. She wasn't home, but the envelope was there on my bed. "My love, Jimmy. Today, I read something in one of your books. It was a poem by Allen Ginsberg called 'Howl' and he told me what was going to happen. "'I saw the best minds of my generation destroyed by madness, starving hysterical naked, running down the negro streets at dawn looking for an angry fix.' "It's happening now and I can't stand it anymore. I'll always love you, but I have to go. You need your city and I need my life. Take care of yourself and remember me if you can. Love you, Ruby" J. Penguin - May, 2002 Contact: jpenguin@aussiemail.com.au Notes: In those times, people who were not career military kept track of the days until they would get out. When the days dwindled to only a few, you can hear them tell everyone they were "short, 65 days" or whatever the current count. The same people and quite a few others seemed to have a common opinion of the Army which they expressed in short hand, FTA. Fuck the Army wasn't said as much, but everyone knew what was meant. _____________________________________________________________ New Computers starting from $799.00 http://www.aussiemail.com.au "Custom programming for your web site! http://www.techwise.com.au " Internet Connections Australia wide: No Setup Fees http://www.xceltek.net.au/signup WhereIsIP - Know the geographic location of an internet user: http://www.jufsoft.com _____________________________________________________________ Promote your group and strengthen ties to your members with email@yourgroup.org by Everyone.net http://www.everyone.net/?btn=tag -- Pursuant to the Berne Convention, this work is copyright with all rights reserved by its author unless explicitly indicated. +---------------------------------------------------------------------------+ | alt.sex.stories.moderated ----- send stories to: | | FAQ: Moderator: | +---------------------------------------------------------------------------+ |Discuss this story and others in alt.sex.stories.d, look for subject {ASSD}| |Archive at Hosted by | +---------------------------------------------------------------------------+