by J. E. Park
Without another word, I grabbed Bob’s paper and ran to the bathroom to do what he told me.
I spent an eternity in that stall. I could not hear anything going on out front, only what was going on outside. I listened to the debris swirling about beyond the walls and wondered how safe it was to get so smashed so close to an enraged ocean.
Eventually, the bathroom door opened, and I heard Darlene tell me the coast was clear. I dropped from my perch and waddled out of the stall, my legs made wobbly by booze and bad circulation. “What did the shore patrol say?” I asked as I approached her.
“Nothing much,” Darlene said. “They asked us if we’d seen anyone in the Navy. They warned us the police would be following shortly to clear everybody out. Things are getting bad out there. They said we shouldn’t wait for the cops to shut us down.”
Without any warning, Darlene reached out and grabbed me behind the head, pulling me in close, kissing me. Her other hand made its way between my legs.
I responded by backing her up against the wall, slipping my hands down the back of her panties. We then went at each other, feeling our bodies all over, both above and below our clothing. I attempted to take her right there, but she pulled back. Out of breath, she said, “We should get back to our room. I need to use the bathroom first, though. Wait for me at the bar.”
Panting and euphoric, I left the restroom and awkwardly walked back to the front. Taking my seat next to Abbie, I turned to ask her how she was doing. Before I could say anything, she grabbed me too, sticking her tongue into my mouth and guiding my hand to her breast. “D...Duh…Dar…Darrr…” I tried to spit out.
Pulling her face away from mine for a second, Abbie asked, “Darlene? Did she tell you we should be getting back to our room soon?”
It was only then that the moribund machinations of my muddled mind finally came together. My jaw dropped open, my eyes went wide, and I felt myself getting dizzy. That was likely due to the blood rushing out of my head to feed other parts of my body. Fearful of hyperventilating, I lit a cigarette to calm myself down.
Abbie laughed as she saw my hands shake, trying to work my lighter. She started massaging me between my legs to make it worse. “Mmmmmmmm. You’ve never done this, have you?”
My first reaction was to lie, but it was obvious that I had never been involved in a threesome before. I shook my head.
“Neither have we,” Abbie giggled. “This is going to be new for all of us.”
I could not even talk. My mouth went dry and my throat constricted like I was experiencing some sort of anaphylactic episode. Unable to say anything, I leaned in and began kissing Abbie again.
“Are we ready?” Darlene asked as she came back from the ladies’ room.
I smiled wide and hoarsely whispered, “Oh yeah. I’m ready.” The truth was I was a little too ready. A couple of months before, I watched one of my guys climax in his clothes as a prostitute led him out of a Tijuana strip club. I was terrified that might happen to me. As each of the ladies took one of my arms and led me toward the door, I struggled to fill my head with the most horrifying visual imagery I could to keep from meeting the fate of Steve Kent.
Decomposing manatees.
Eyeballs pierced with darts.
Richard Nixon naked blowing bloody liquid farts.
As we emerged outside, Darlene leaned in close and asked, “Do you have any protection?”
I nodded. “I got a rubber in my wallet.”
Abbie giggled. “I don’t think that’s going to be enough.”
At the time, I thought she meant I was going to need more than one condom. In hindsight, I now think she meant I was going to need something more along the lines of a bicycle helmet.
*****
The moment we closed the door behind us, we surrendered to our urges. Darlene pushed me up against the wall of their hotel room. She then ripped my shirt open, sending buttons flying through the air. One of them landed on the nightstand, next to a clock that read 6:42. She then undid the top button of my shorts and pulled everything down to my ankles, taking me inside her mouth. Abbie danced toward the bed, letting her skirt fall to the floor while stripping away her top and bra. She then peeled away her leopard skin panties and fell back upon the bed, exposing herself to me. It was too much, too fast.
Decomposing manatees.
Eyeballs pierced with darts.
Richard Nixon naked blowing bloody liquid farts.
I tried to take a step toward the bed, but Darlene did something with her tongue that made it impossible for me to move. The muscles in my legs tensed up rock hard and the noises coming out of my mouth sounded suspiciously like whimpers.
Decomposing manatees. Eyeballs pierced with darts. Richard Nixon naked blowing bloody liquid farts.
Darlene’s teeth got into the action while Abbie started to feel herself.
Decomposingmanateeseyeballspiercedwithdartsrichardnixonnakedblowingbloodyliquidfarts.
Darlene then went deep, running her hand up the inside of my thigh. Abbie moaned in a way I never heard outside of the porn Palazzo was always watching in the shop. It was more than I could take.
Nixon pierced manatees…bloody something…fart darts…JESUS CHRIST…Aaaaagh! Don’t do it! Don’t do it! Dontdoitdontdoitdontdoit! Aaugh! Shit! God DAMN it!
I exploded. And when I say exploded, I mean I came so hard that my ears rang. Darlene leapt up and ran for the bathroom. Abbie sat up and stared at me, wondering if I had anything left for her. For a moment, I just stood there, befuddled and embarrassed. It was my first, and quite likely, my only threesome. When my eyes glanced at the nightstand, I saw the clock turn to 6:43. If I had to guess, I lasted about twenty-eight seconds.
Oops.
But I was only twenty-two years old and still aroused. Tripping over the shorts wrapped around my ankles, I rushed to the bed and slipped myself into Abbie before I went flaccid. I went at her hard and furious, knowing I had time before I could release again. As Darlene emerged from the bathroom, undressed and ready to go, Abbie rolled me over. While on top, she worked me even harder. When Darlene joined us, she positioned herself over my face so I could do to her what she had done to me.
Between the alcohol and my prior ejaculation, I was able to last forever the second time. Abbie dismounted after she was satisfied and allowed Darlene to take her place. While I was being ridden anew, Abbie worked her way up and down my body, kissing, licking, and biting me in random places, driving me wild. Once she knew Darlene climaxed, she went crazy on me until I came again. The three of us then took a shower and collapsed back upon the bed for some rest.
The situation outside deteriorated. It was getting to the point that the wind noise was forcing us to speak up to hear ourselves above the din. It was not enough to keep us from falling asleep to recharge, though. At 9:30, I was awakened by the two women taking turns stimulating me orally. Still half asleep, I wanted to push them away, but Darlene produced two pairs of pink furry handcuffs. Before I knew it, I was shackled to the headboard, unable to defend myself from intense, if mildly involuntary, sexual gratification.
During this third session, things got insane. The wind began to sound like a locomotive, and there were times we felt the hotel itself shake. The power went out around ten. Shortly afterward, we started hearing things, rather big things, striking the building. One of these collisions was close enough that Abbie got off me and tried to see what was going on outside. When she returned to bed, she left the curtains open. After that, our room was lit only by lightning strike, giving us the effect of making love beneath a strobe light.
The third time I came was messy, and I expected the girls to un-cuff me so that we could all clean up. To my surprise, however, Darlene and Abbie seemed to revel in the stickiness. They started licking themselves until their naked bodies fell back on top of me.
Watching this, I found myself having a bit of a spiritual crisis. I was questioning my atheism for the second time in a single port visit. I felt that maybe Go
d was finally trying to make up for all the shit He spent the last two decades doing to me. If that entire building collapsed and sent us plunging to a watery death at that very moment, I would have considered myself and the Almighty even.
Between the storm, the cries of passion coming from the girls, and the stuff swirling about inside my head, I could not hear anything from the hallway. It was not until the security guard pounded on the door next to ours that I realized someone else might be in the hotel. I tried to get the girls to quiet down so I could hear better, but they were too into each other to pay any attention to me. It was not until the woman started pounding on our door that Darlene and Abbie stopped what they were doing. They both stared at me in terror.
“Is there anybody in there?” the security guard called out in a raspy voice. She sounded like a large woman who enjoyed chain-smoking and gargling with battery acid.
“No!” I screamed. “There’s not!” The girls turned to look at me as if I had lost my mind.
“Sir!” the guard yelled through the door. “You can’t be in there! We have to get all our guests into a safer area of the building!”
“Will we have our own rooms?” I yelled back.
“No! It’s in the banquet center!”
“Then we’re good! We appreciate your concern!”
“Sir!” the guard shouted, sounding like she was losing patience. “This isn’t a request! You have to come down with us to the first floor!”
“Fuck that! If things go sideways, that’s where all the water will go first! We’ll take our chances up here!”
The guard was insistent. “We’re not getting much of a surge, sir! It’s the wind and flying objects! If something breaks your window, you’re going to be trapped in a room with a thousand pieces of broken glass twirling around you at a hundred miles an hour! You need to come with me!”
“I’d rather bleed to death than drown!” I countered. “What if we agreed to stay in the bathroom?”
“Sir! This is not negotiable! I’m coming in!”
“DON’T COME IN! DON’T COME IN!” As I screamed this, I felt both women get into a sort of sprinter’s stance.
“Why not?” the security guard asked.
“I’m not decent!”
When the door opened, Darlene and Abbie jumped off of me, running to lock themselves in the bathroom. It was dark, so Abbie, who was closest to my head when she took off, had no idea where to put her feet as she ran across the bed. As luck would have it, she stomped one of her heels down upon my testicles. That set me off screaming and writhing about the bed in agony. I wanted to rub the pain out of them but couldn’t while still handcuffed to the bed. When the security guard came in, she shined her flashlight on me and gasped, “Sir! Are you alright?”
When I could catch my breath, I called out, “Yes! I’m fine! I’m kind of into this sort of thing!”
“Are you here by yourself?” she asked, sounding both shocked and surprised.
“No,” I answered. I wondered how often she encountered people that got naked and cuffed themselves to their own beds.
“Do you need help getting out?”
I shook my head. “No! I need help staying here!”
At this, Darlene and Abbie opened up the bathroom door and peeked outside. The security guard shone her light on them. Startled, she called out, “Ladies! Are you okay?”
“Yes!” yelled Darlene over the noise.
The security guard shook her head in disgust and made the sign of the cross. A flash of lightning showed us the look on her face. It suggested she felt sexual deviants like us deserved to die in hurricanes. “I’ll pray for you,” she said as she walked back toward the door.
“Well, I guess that wouldn’t hurt, would it?” I mused.
Once she was gone, Abbie ran to see if I was all right. Darlene rushed to her bag, trying to rummage through it to find the keys to the handcuffs. I told her to go ahead and leave them. Abbie and Darlene both smiled, then got back to what they were doing, taking care to avoid my testicles. With a little care and tenderness, I broke my personal record and completed an act of lovemaking for the fourth time in one night.
After that, the girls un-cuffed me, and the three of us finally fell asleep. We woke with the sunrise, discovering that the hurricane passed while we slumbered. Despite feeling something awfully strange in my nether regions, we made love for a fifth time. After a bath, we even attempted a sixth. We stopped when I felt a strange pop at the top of my scrotum and knew something had gone wrong.
We were done, and the discomfort I was experiencing suggested that I needed to see a doctor. I kissed the girls good-bye, got dressed, and limped back to the ship. The pain between my legs increased exponentially during my journey home. I feared that I might have overdone things, pushing my genitals way past their natural limits. On the other hand, I also felt as if I had achieved some sort of significant milestone. It was the first time I ever had sex so intense that I required medical attention.
*****
CHAPTER 3
W hen the Belleau Wood pulled back into Pearl Harbor, it was a beautiful day. The sun was out once again. The sky had returned to hues of blue and the hills surrounding us were what one would expect in Hawaii, verdant and lush. The birds returned and were singing beautifully while a gentle breeze rolled in off the Pacific and took the edge off the tropical heat. As bad as I thought it had been, Hurricane Iniki only glanced the island of Oahu. There was still a big mess to clean up, but all things considered, we got off easy. The neighboring island of Kauai was not so lucky. It took a direct hit and ended up ravaged. Much like I was.
I was waiting on the pier for the ship with about fifty other men who got left behind. Among them was the ship’s Executive Officer and Master Chief Darrow. Sitting against one of the pier’s bollards, I was in miserable shape. My stomach was killing me, feeling as if I had done five hundred sit-ups. The muscles of my lower back were screaming from a level of exertion they had not seen even in boot camp. One of Abbie’s stray nails had scratched a sizeable gouge across my face. As if that were not enough, I also had hickeys and bite marks running from my neck to regions well below my belt line.
The worst pain was radiating from between my legs, though. My scrotum had swollen to a point where it felt like it was getting ready to burst through my underwear. It was excruciating and I could not even stand up straight.
“Jesus Christ,” Darrow said once he saw me on the bollard. “What the hell did you get into?”
“A couple of lonely school teachers from Fishers, Indiana,” I said, smiling wide. I then showed Darrow the shirt I was wearing. It bore the mascot of the school where Darlene worked. She usually wore it as a nightgown. “Go, Tigers!”
“Are you kidding me?”
“I most certainly am not.” I then pulled down the neckline of my tee-shirt to reveal all the marks Abbie and Darlene had put on my chest.
“Good lord, Doyle!” my master chief gasped. “It looks like they put up a hell of a fight! I hope for your sake all this stuff was consensual!”
I held out my hands to show off the bruises around my wrists. “It wasn’t, but I’m not pressing charges.”
Darrow laughed without needing an explanation. He served multiple tours with the Armed Forces Police Department in the Philippines. The man was well aware of the types of bruises handcuffs made when they were on too tight. “So that’s your excuse to the old man? You missed ship’s movement because you got cuffed to a bed in Honolulu?”
“Do you have a better one?” After Darrow told me he did not, I asked, “So, how much trouble do you think we’re in?”
The master chief shrugged. “I don’t know. The storm struck quickly. In the morning, we were all clear. By evening, we were already getting hit by that monster. It’s hard to say. Hell, the XO couldn’t even get back in time. The captain may make an example out of a couple of his more notorious troublemakers…”
“Like me?”
“Like you?” Darrow ask
ed. “Jesus, after he lays his eyes on you, I have a feeling you’re in the running for a purple heart.”
Darrow and I talked until the gangplank was in place and the men on the pier began filing aboard. Once the line shortened, Master Chief turned to me and said, “We’d better go face the music.”
“I need you to help me up,” I told him.
“Are you serious?”
I nodded. I was sweating profusely now, and not from the heat. “Yeah, Master Chief, I am. If you can’t pull me up the gangplank, I’m going to need a couple of stretcher-bearers from Medical to come down and get me.”
Shaking his head, Darrow grinned. “Taking the expression ‘busting a nut’ to a whole new level, eh?”
*****
Officially, Navy medics were called “Hospital Corpsmen.” Due to the time spent treating their shipmates for venereal disease, though, they were usually referred to as “Pecker Checkers.” HM1 Dylan Bateman was the lucky man tasked with checking mine.
Bateman was a nice enough guy, but he was one of the most effeminate men I had ever met. Most of the crew was sure he was a homosexual, which in 1992 was a condition that would get you thrown out of the Navy quicker than damn near anything else. Bateman was also a decorated combat medic, though. He had been wounded in action. If someone tried to question his masculinity to get him thrown out of the service, he would need video evidence to do it. Since Bateman did not seem like the kind of man with a flair for making gay porn, his job in the Navy was reasonably secure.
For obvious reasons, the man was not my first choice to be handling my privates. On the other hand, though, I tended to trust Bateman’s medical opinion more than I did that of the ship’s doctor, who generally just slipped you a couple of Motrin and ordered you to get back to work. Besides, it was not like I was there for a prostate exam.
“ET2 Doyle Murphy, to what do I owe the pleasure of this visit today?” the corpsman asked as he pranced through the dozen other people in sickbay. Most of them were waiting to get a shot for what we affectionately christened the “Liberty Drip.”