BANCAS ON MANILA BAY, part 2

by JOE RACE
Author of ‘Moon Over Manila Bay”
Second of two parts.
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“Were you greeted at the war ship by the troops?”

“Ay naku (oh my gawd)! First we couldn’t believe the size of the ship. It looked about eight stories high, and the top deck was covered with helicopters. As the bancas pulled along side, we felt like little ants but the sailors soon dropped a kind of rope/stairway, that we clambered up for about four stories high. The sailors helped us up and greeted us with big smiles and hurrahs. We got a lot of pats on the butt. All I remember was I had had never seen so many good-looking guys in one place before. They are looked strong and built like they had been going to the gym. They were so guapo!”

“Did you find Roy, your sergeant?”“Right away. He came out of the crowd. Now the guys were hooting and hollering and whistling. You could feel the excitement and sex in the air. The boys were ‘hot and ready’ big-time. And the girls got into it right away. When they saw the young marines they got horny too. The sergeant took me by the arm and pulled me into the kitchen area. He had set up a cozy bunk right in the kitchen’s administrative office. The door was able to be locked. He was so polite and nice. It was a like a date, but both of us had no doubt about where it was going.”

“The sergeant said that he was really horny and hadn’t been with a woman in over three months. He asked if we could make love right away. I agreed and he guided me to his bunk. Everything smelled so fresh, the bed, the room and him. He undressed me and put me on his bed while he was jumping out of his clothes. I could see that he was fit and strong, and his teti-testes (cock) was standing proud. He gave me a condom and I had it on him in seconds. He entered me slowly and then moved me into different positions. We made love for about fifteen minutes. I was really wet. As soon as I climaxed, he got off with a loud grunt and a full condom. He lay on his back and pulled me over onto his chest.”

“He asked me if it was okay that I stayed with him the whole time. I said that I had already agreed and that I was his “love-bunny” for the rest of the night. He wouldn’t let me get dressed – he just placed me at the table, completely naked. He slipped on his shorts to go to and from the kitchen area. He said that he prepared some great food for us, and I was soon sitting in front of massive meal, enough food to feed my province family for a whole week. I asked if I could take the leftovers to my family and maybe some apples and oranges. He said that when I left, I would need a large packsack just to get the loot ashore.”

Jennifer continued, “We had plenty of laughs during the meal as I learned a special seaman’s language that was still considered English: the kitchen was the galley; the toilet was the head; a winch was not a wench; the beam was the widest part of a ship, and not a girl’s butt; a spreader bar held lines in place, and wasn’t a girl’s special toy. The list went on and on until I saw the gleam in Roy’s eye and we had another wonderful session in his bunk.”

I chuckled and said, “Okay, what happened next?”

“Roy took me on a walking tour of the ship, and when we got to a warehouse kind of place, he asked if I wanted a motorcycle ride. Of course, I agreed and off we went, spinning around tanks, humvees, and big guns. It was a lot of joy and excitement, but the vibrations from the motorcycle got me all horny, so I whispered to Roy that we needed to get back to his bunk. So we did, and once again, he was a very satisfying lover. I got off two more times.”

“The hours on the ship must have been up?”

“Yeah, we were supposed to get back on the bancas at four in the morning. Roy got a bright blue packsack, and started loading it up with plenty of food, like our leftovers from dinner, a large block of chocolate, fresh pounds of coffee, a big chunk of cheese, five pounds of hotdogs, a huge bag of candy and some navy hats and tee-shirts. He tried putting a ten-pound ham in the pack but it wouldn’t fit, so he put it in a plastic bag and asked if I wanted to carry it. I had never seen such a big hunk of meat, so of course, I said that I could carry it.” She paused and added, “He also gave me a brand new one hundred bill and also all the one’s and five’s that he had in his wallet.”

I laughed at the thought of this little woman carrying all that food, and asked, “What happened next?”

“He asked if he could have my panties for a souvenir. I slipped them off, he sniffed them and put them under his shirt ‘next to his heart.’ He walked me to the bancas. It was noisy and festive and some of the other girls were already aboard. Then I realized I had to go up and down the ladder without my panties. Thank goodness it was almost dark. No one seemed to notice or said anything.”

“How about the Coast Guard guys? How about their little gifts.”

“They pulled alongside as soon as we cast off. The girls took up a collection and gave about 200 pesos each, and also some caps and tee-shirts. The commander saw my ham, and decided that would be ‘a very nice present.’ The girls all looked at me and they were pleading with their eyes. They didn’t want to be stopped and searched, and lose some of their money, or maybe give away hours of free sex.”

“You didn’t? Not your giant ham?”

“Yeah, I did. The commander thanked me, and off our bancas went to shore without any further incident. Then the stories started. One girl said she fell in love and got his phone number and email address. A smaller girl said that she had never realized how big an American dick could be. Another girl had managed to take on six guys, two at a time. They even tipped her and she came away with almost a thousand dollars. My friend Beyonce’ came away with almost five hundred dollars.”

“No wonder the girls didn’t want a search, and your ham saved the day.”

“When we got ashore, several of the girls gave me five hundred pesos each, and I did okay. I paid my rent, power bill and the dentist as soon as I got back to the province.”

“The military boys helped you and the economy. What about tonight? Are you going to be safe with the Russians and make a few extra pesos?”

“Yeah, it’ll be fine but I can’t imagine doing this much longer. I need an education or some kind of skill besides fucking. How about you? Can I see you later?”

“Not tonight. I’m just exercising and getting some fresh air before I board my flight for Hawaii. Maybe next time.”

“Want my number?”

“No, I know where to find you. See you in a few months.”

“Yeah, I’m the Banca Girl. I’m easy to find.”

“Plus, you’re beautiful and intelligent. Try and find a way to get your life together.”

The banca operator yelled out, “Time to leave. Halika na (let’s go)!”

“Okay, I’m coming.”

She looked at me, threw me a big kiss and waved goodbye. Off she went, into the shadows of night with an uncertain destiny. I wished her well.

The End

Joe Race is retired from the Los Angeles County Sheriff’s Department and has completed tours of police assignments in several US states, Saipan, Kosovo and Bosnia. He currently lives in Saipan where, among other activities, he writes prolifically. (Friends wonder in amazement where he finds the energy and motivation.) In his free time, Joe helps build houses for impoverished people through Habitat for Humanity in the Philippines and Botswana, Africa. He is the author of seven books, including “Moon Over Manila,’ ‘Continuin On,’ ‘Sitting on a Goldmine,’ ‘and ‘Hawaiian Paniolo.’ To learn more about Joe and his books, visit his website at www.josephrace.com.