Message-ID: <39868asstr$1039968603@assm.asstr-mirror.org> Return-Path: X-Original-Message-ID: <20021214151053.9834.qmail@nym.alias.net> From: "Frederick T." X-ASSTR-Original-Date: 14 Dec 2002 15:10:53 -0000 Subject: {ASSM} "Yamashita's Gold"{Frederick T.}(no sex)[4/4] Date: Sun, 15 Dec 2002 11:10:03 -0500 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, newsman Author: Frederick T. Title: Yamashita's Gold Part: 4 of 4 Universe: Stories of Willy Tamarack - Willy Tamarack Saga Summary: Keywords: (no sex) Language: English -----BEGIN PGP SIGNED MESSAGE----- @(C) 2002 Frederick T. Commercial use in any form requires the written permission of the author and will ensure a portion of the proceeds goes to the National Organization for the Reform of Marijuana Laws (NORMAL) and/or the American Cancer Society. !!! WARNING !!! The following material is a sex story, intended for adults only - however you want to define them. The author accepts no responsibility should this material fall into the hands of minors or people who would be upset reading the fictional accounts of fictional character's sexual experiences that are obviously pure fantasy. These stories are written to stand alone but are based on characters and plots introduced in some of my earlier writing. If you like these stories you might also like "The Adventures of Willy Tamarack," "Shack, Lead !" and "The Travels of Willy Tamarack." Characters who appear in earlier works will be identified with (WT-A#3) behind their names the first time they appear in "The Stories." The code is as follows: WT-A = The Adventures of Willy T., SL = "Shack, Lead !", WT-T = The Travels of Willy T. The number(s) following the letters refer to the adventure(s), chapter(s) or trip(s) in which the character appears. It should go without saying; any resemblance between the characters in this account and real people, either living or deceased, is purely coincidental. If you're still searching for the perfect world that Willy has apparently found ? In other words: none of his friends contract sexually transmitted diseases; nobody has bad breath; nobody gets pregnant unless they want to; few of Willy's friends have any sexual inhibitions or hang-ups and if they do, they quickly lose them; everyone always has an orgasm and almost all of the people live happily ever after. Well, you're probably as close to finding it here as anywhere else. Remember though, we are all God's children and should treat each other as such. A friend of mine once told me, "A day without sex, is a day without joy." As always, e-mail your comments to the usual. WILLY TAMARACK ONE MORE TIME AGAIN, FOR A WHILE THE STORIES "Yamashita's Gold" Part Four (no sex) by Frederick T. With thanks to the founding fathers and the U.S. Constitution ***** CHAPTER ELEVEN ***** "Tweeeeeeeeet...Tweeeeeeeet !" I hit my head on the bunk above me. I wanted to kill Dale Haggerty. I was just about to get my rocks off and soar through space. The whistling continued and for just a split second I knew this was the real thing. I torched up a joint and sat on the edge of the bunk, sucked the smoke deep into my lungs and then Dale was bursting through the door, yelling like a mad man. He was one pissed off Jose ! "You stupid, fucking stoner !" I was taking another hit off the joint. "I kind of expected you to be a little more prepared for this shit. You know, you've done it before..." I was taking another drag. "...but here I am surrounded by all our brown brothers and my white brother is down here getting stoned and visiting fantasy land. Get your ass up stairs, mister ! We're about to go to war and I'd hate to have you miss any of it." I picked up the AK and followed him, the joint dangling out of my mouth. No sense dying...Well, if you're not fucked up. My mind was already painting a picture of what I'd see above decks. The filipinos were all at their battle stations, hiding along the deck sides. They all had a thousand rounds in clips and I was impressed with their calm. They were still...No fidgeting about. I peeked around the corner of the boat house and spied the intruder. They were a long way off but the captain had already put them on the...Ah shit, I can never remember that stuff. The captain had the bogie at about ten o'clock and we were really pounding the sea...Probably our max speed with all the gold...No shit ! There was tons of the shit below. We had to spread the weight out just like loading an airplane. There were two of them but nobody else knew that. I put my hand on Dale's shoulder and continued to watch. "You sure ?" I just squeezed his shoulder. He continued. "Good that'll make it easier. You know how hot those things get ?" I was still nodding and went below to get the SA-9's. These fuckers were in for a real big surprise. I was dragging two up the stairs when the buzzing came from the filipinos laying on the deck. They were passing the word around that there were two of them. Dale was walking around the deck. The crew was up on deck, too. They were hiding where I was with the missiles, behind the boat house. I told two of them to go down and bring up some more. Dale was screaming at me. "Pincer, Malibu...Both same make and model...Got twenty knots on us, easy...No way they'll carry all the gold." To the filipinos he was counseling. "No shooting until Willy shoots a missile. Then open up. Even if they shoot first...Hold your fire...And...Go for the people...Not the boats." "Willy, coming through about twelve o'clock. No uniforms." Dale was lying on top of the deck house with the captain's binoculars. I was lying on the decking, like the filipinos. He was almost yelling and I think everyone could hear him. The picture formed in my mind. I activated the coolant and got ready to scramble to my knees. "Got a mount on the nose and a nasty looking barrel resting on it. Probably only eight or ten round clip...Not a water cooled barrel. We're in luck !" Such optimism !? I was about to piss my pants. I heard them throttle back and the bull horn sounded almost immediately. Chinese...Loud and clear. They called us by name and told us they needed to come aboard, checking for contraband. Dale was still lying, almost right above me...Up on the roof of the boat house. The captain leaned out and called up to him. "They're chinese. They want to come aboard." "You want to die ?" I was looking up at the captain, he was shaking his head back and forth. Dale wasn't even looking at him. "Then let's keep booking ! Speed is life !" Shit ! I thought I was in space. Dale was beyond me...He was on a deep penetration mission and was going to rally his troops to victory. I could see it in his eyes. I could also feel it surging through me. The shell landed about fifty feet in front of the boat. I sensed the other boat was a ways from us. The one closest to us fired the warning shot. More chinese. Dale was calming the troops. "Hold your fire...Hold your fire...Safeties off. Willy is it cooled ?" My mouth was dry. It was a weak sound. "Willy, show a little more confidence in your leader." "Sir ! Yes, sir !" I'm sure the other boat could hear it. "That's better, Malibu ! They're coming about...our five o'clock, a thousand feet out. Sorry you won't get a tail shot but the motor is hardly covered...Lots of pipes showing." Urine was, no shit, drooling out of my penis ! I couldn't hold it back. My arms were shaking as I let my mind drift and capture the picture Dale was painting for me. Another shot and this was a lot closer. Water splashed up on the deck. More chinese. "Now, Malibu !" I was on my knees, heard the growl and fingered the trigger. Just a split second before she left the tube, I saw the result. I had my next load and was climbing up the ladder. The fucking russians were smart fuckers. The shoulder strap was tits ! The explosion was deafening but then it was only about a couple of hundred feet from our boat. The missile had captured the heat but when I uncaged the seeker head and fired, she rose a little then dove for the water to gain airspeed. The fucker did a low yo-yo and exploded when it impacted the water. I was embarrassed. Shit ! I'd flown enough air to air... The sound of a round going through the boat house brought me back to the here and now. The accompanying explosion pissed me off. The filipinos were putting thousands of rounds in their direction but the boat was racing away from us at a good clip. I was sure they were out of range of the small arms...But it was a fucking nice rear quartering tail shot. The growl was loud in the headset so I uncaged the seeker head. I started raising the elevation of the tube slowly until I could just hear a faint change in the sound. I fired. Another round exploded in the cabin house and now I could hear the other boat firing. I motioned one of the crew to heave up another missile. I never took my eyes off the exhaust of the missile. I knew it'd soon disappear but not before these fuckers got the surprise of their lives. It had started down and was skimming the wave tops...No one in the other boat had a clue. The explosion was loud...And a lot of real black smoke started trailing the boat. Their speed was cut drastically and Dale was yelling at the captain to turn toward them. Fuck ! Just leave'em, I thought, but wasn't about to call time out to discuss the tactical commander's decision. I was sighting in the other boat. It was creeping toward us. I doubted they could talk to each other. There'd never been a need before now. After a couple of shots from their mounted guns; everyone before had raised the white flag and it was over. This afternoon, these fuckers had made an error in judgment. The other boat didn't really have situation awareness and was going to pay big time. The growl was there but it was no where near the sound that I had a moment ago. It was almost a nose on shot and I could see the guy aiming their gun. I uncaged the missile and started raising the tube. Fire three ! The missile leapt out of the tube and almost immediately started down. They must have seen it as the boat came around and was churning up the water as it dug to get away. I could almost sense the missile gobble up the increased heat as it leveled off on the wave tops. Almost the same pattern...Explosion...Lots of black smoke and the boat was almost dead in the water. I could hear machine gun fire from the other side of the boat. I was the only one looking at the smoking enemy on this side of the boat. The tail was sinking and now the second boat was disappearing into the sea. ***** CHAPTER TWELVE ***** Dale was across the top of the deck house, throwing his arms around me. The filipinos were jumping up and down on the decks, hugging each other. The crew was doing the same. The captain never left the wheel house and I was afraid that he may have been hit but then he was yelling for the crew to check for battle damage. Another of Dale's ideas. We lost most of the glass in the wheel house and the captain had a few cuts on his arms but that was that. What they were firing at us packed none of the punch those missiles had. We were still going full speed ahead and the smoke of the battle was disappearing below the horizon. The filipinos were still celebrating and I was torching up a joint. The second in command was piloting the boat while Dale cleaned the captain's wounds. There was a bottle of whiskey on the table and the two of them were sharing the bottle and plotting a new course. "Hey ! Malibu, take this down to the troops. Tell'em, I'll be down in a few minutes. Don't let them get drunk, stoner !" He had his arm over the captain's shoulder as they studied the chart. The captain looked up and told me to make sure the crew got their share. I was laughing, climbing down the ladder. The exuberance on deck had subsided. I felt everyone was drained. As the filipinos were passing around the bottle, I felt the wetness of my jeans. The stain was dark and very damp. I took a deep drag off the joint. Fucking "A" ! I really pissed my pants ! Time to change. I had to piss again and could hardly hold my dick still. I fished another joint out of my pocket and started chain smoking. Fuck ! What was I doing here ? This was insanity ! The clouds disappeared and I was looking down on the boat from above. I kept climbing and now I could see the coast of Vietnam. There was no one between us and the coast. I started cleaning my cock and balls with a damp cloth. Dale was standing in the doorway of the head. "Good job, Malibu. I was a little worried after that first shot. I wouldn't have thought of that either, though. The fucker did a low yo-yo, didn't it ?" I was crying and we were embracing. The rest of the trip was anti-climatic. We went back to "four on - four off" and Dale's little whistle was always screeching about two hours into my nap. The fucker ! Everyone was excited when we spied land and I immediately started trying to tune in the radio frequencies I was given. The general had given me several depending on where we came in sight of land. "Bandit...Bandit...This is Yankee Air Pirate...Over." It was weak but they were replying. We stayed almost out of sight of land until we turned toward Haiphong. Dale still didn't trust them and I could feel the tension from the shore. "Yo ! Bandit ! Yankee Air Pirate here...We're about six hours out and just skirmished with some chinese fuckers. Hope you're not looking for us as we're still a little trigger happy. We'd like a chopper at..." I rattled off the lat\long that Dale had given me. He came right back. "You Yankee Air Pirates are always getting into trouble in this part of the world. Any casualties ?" It took me but a minute to complete a sitrep and I know he was sweating. The silence was deafening when I told him the amount. He paused a very long time. "...will make some people here very happy." Shit ! There was twenty-five million in gold below decks ! The chopper was orbiting the boat. We were at battle stations and Dale was sure the general had told the chopper pilots that we were armed to the teeth. The captain was doing the talking and then coming around into the wind. The chopper hovered over the deck house and down came the basket. Up I went and then the chopper was moving off over water...And I wasn't wearing a life preserver. What a fucking idiot ! The flight was very uncomfortable in the basket and I thought about how much better the ride would have been with a U.S. chopper. There was quite a crowd waiting for me and a lot of official vehicles around. I thought back to Dale's last words to me. "...try to fuck us. You tell'em we'll sink the boat and they don't have the savvy to go deep to get it. We'll sell to the highest bidder...Just the location and they won't get shit. Tell'em that, Malibu !" He just knew they were going to fuck with us. And I think they were. I got out of the basket with the AK slung over my shoulder, an old flying scarf tied around my forehead. I looked like something right out of a "B" movie thriller. The general was in the background. Dale was right ! I threatened, swinging the weapon down toward the ground, my arm laying on the barrel. They were tense and then one of their aides came running towards us. You could feel the urgency in the sound of his feet pounding on the tarmac. The running stopped and I could hear excited vietnamese. Some more running. This time only twenty feet or so...Some more vietnamese. They'd found the boat and it was all over ?! I could only see mist on the sea. Dale'd insisted we find some and they were hiding in it...After the helicopter left. All the Vietnamese were talking and the general was coming toward me. "Major Tamarack, I'm glad you could make it back to visit our country again. The word is just out. You are quite the heros, risking your lives to deliver our treasure." He was clasping my shoulder. "How did the missiles work ? Satisfactory, I assume." He slowly drew me away from the group of officials. They were all talking on their phones. Jesus ! Everybody has the fucking things now ! They were ok but I preferred a beeper. Couldn't track you down as easy and smaller...Kind of a cut out. "The minister of finance is phoning instructions for the transfer. In a few minutes you should be able to confirm it with your bank and then I thought after the gold is unloaded and counted and all these politicians have gone home...You and Lieutenant Colonel Haggerty could maybe stay a few days...A week...As long as you want." He raised his arm and the music started immediately...The Beach Boys ! "...surfing now, everybody's learning how..." Nuyen was standing by the limo, the rear doors wide open, music blaring. He was flashing me the peace sign. "It's now the favorite of the younger set...the up and comers. They're fighting over it every day. A little crude but they like it. It's yours for as long as you want it. It's a long ride to Saigon from here but intelligence tells me that there is some excellent surf along the way. We confiscated some capitalist surfboards after the great patriotic victory and they'll be delivered to your hotel tonight. I assume the Hanoi Hilton will be ok...Although I hear you prefer the beach." He was laughing so hard I thought he was going to hurt himself. end !!! 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