SEA STORIES COASTWISE

ADVENTURE OF A  LIFETIME: WILSON SWILLEY

SS W H PEABODY
Text Box: SIU TO SUP: NEW ORLEANS TO SAN FRANCISCO Rated: PG After paying off on the Del Alba I had enough money and time to get my AB ticket. Also could stay ashore awhile. Went to visit an old friend that had a bicycle shop up in Jackson. I use to race bikes in Japan during the fifties and worked for him while I was going to college. Mainly track bikes in vela drones. His wife talked me in to carrying a bike with me on the ships. So I could tour while in port. I got a Raleigh Gran Sport. It was a sound bike for the road on tours. It was Campy equipped and made of 531 tubing which was consider the best in the sixties. Back in New Orleans I checked in the Jung Hotel on Canal. It was a pretty nice hotel. Really hope to score on some girls. Visited the pool and there was no action. So that after noon went to a bar next door. Made a mistake in showing a roll of hundreds to the bar tender. He slipped a Mickey into my drink. At the time I didn’t see it. Like I said before, I am lucky or someone is looking after me. Instinctively I knew something was wrong as soon as drank the drink. I left the bar. Went back to the hotel. In the elevator I started to get groggy with blurred vision. I Still haven’t put together I was drugged. Got to my room lock the door behind me. I fell on the bed. It was about 6 in the evening went this happen. I woke up the next morning around 7. Had no idea if anyone had tried to get into the room. I checked out of the hotel. Went to the Union hall on Jackson St. Met some the guys I use to run with. They suggested I Check into a boarding room across from the Union hall. There was bar down the street that we frequented. I just played pool and drank. I’ve been carrying my bike with me. I had it in it’s original shipping box. So it was some what easy to carry with just my sea bag. To keep my relation with De Salvo good. I gave him a yard (hundred bucks). Just in case something good came up on the week end or nights. . It would now be easier to ship out having the AB ticket and the B book. A lot happen while on shore waiting on a ship but I never got laid. I would not pay for a piece of ass in the States. Against my principles, if I wasn’t good enough to fuck for free, I would rather jack off. About two months had passed and I was low on money. About ready to go back to the Quarter and go to work. Went on a Saturday I got a call from De Salvo. They needed an AB on a Weyerhaeuser lumber ship from the west coast. Sure I would take it. Wasn’t crazy about a coastwise run. But I did need the money. Went aboard that afternoon with my bike and gear. Given a forecastle to myself. It use to be one for the deck maintenance fore castle. The Deck maintenance had moved aft in the gun crew’s quarters. This was a liberty ship converted into a lumber carrier. It was the SS W H Peabody. Well maintained ship. There were a lot of A books from the SUP (Sailor Union of the Pacific) on board. They were friendly and I felt right at home. The ship was going to pull out Sunday around 10 o’clock. I was on the 4 to 8 watch so I decide go back to Archie's that night for a last fling. Met Little Razz and couple other guys that I had been hang out with. As the night pass I started to talk to Beth the bar tender. She had a great body and very sweet nature about her. Her boy friend was an underwater welder on the oil Riggs in the Gulf. Razz and I stayed until she got off work. She had invited us to stay at her apartment because we both were drunker than hell. She got us to her apartment out on St Charles. I went into bedroom and fell out on her bed while Razz went to coach. She came into the bedroom and said this want do. You have to go out in the other room. I’ve never behaved this way. She sat on the bed trying to get me to leave. I began to play with her breast. It lead to kissing her. I was on top of her with a hard on that would quit. Pulled her dress up. She said some thing like wait. Will I didn’t wait I was going to stick that thing in her. Man what resistant's. She had the tightest pussy I had ever tries to enter. Finally I gave up. She got up and took of her pant hose. I must have jammed then up her pussy. Ever heard that joke about the guy doing that. Her toes bend at ever effort to stick up her. It must have been me. I would have been so embarrassed by this if I was sober. I got to fuck her. Then fell a sleep right away. I got up the next morning before either one of them and caught a trolley. My dick still hurting. Was I embarrassed even thinking about how bad I had acted with such a niece girl. Always wonder if I made her pageant. I still feel bad today about that night. I never like to make love to a woman unless she enjoys it. That was what turned me on. I turn to at nine o’clock. We undocked and headed for the Panama Canal. First time thru the Canal was fun just to see how it was done thru the locks. And how close you were to other ships at the same time. Smaller boats would be in the same lock as you. Little Engine (train) on tracks would pull you thru. We had Panamanians on board to tie us off as we went thru. A some of the crew were buying Lotto tickets. They could cash them in, if they win, on the return trip thru. I did not know if I was returning. We got thru the canal about noon. Chris the deck maintenance was make up some lines for trolling. He said he was after MaiMai. They were plentiful in this area off Baja California. We were doing about 8 knots and heading into the current, I assumed it was slow enough. He had rigged some bungee from an inter tubes to place in the line to reduce the shock went the fish took the bait. Damn if it didn’t work. We had MaiMai that evening. First port of call was Coos Bay, Ore. I broke out the bike went for a ride up the coast. There were no bars with girls that I could get laid here. 1966 was a time went girls expect you to be tall dark handsome dude. If you had a lot of money to blow on them. Not cute which I was called. I wasn’t Joe college, yet some of the bar flies thought so.. This is how it was state side, in my world anyhow. I took some photos riding up the coast. The people up there looked at me as if I was some sort of a nut for riding a bike. Some change to now a days, isn’t it? I had my black shorts and metal cleats shoes that strap in the pedals. Still had a lot of my gear from my racing days in Japan. I guess I look strange to most. Only rode up the coast for about twenty five miles. Cars in those days had little patients with bike riders. I did ride at fast pace while in traffic. I could cover twenty five miles in 47 minute from years pass race times. That’s saddle was my original Brooks B17. Which I rode on most all my bikes. B22 on my FUJI Feather track bike (used in the 56 Olympics) Teak wood rims and silk tires. Those were the days. Sorry, get carried away with bikes and cars. Made it back that afternoon they had loaded the holes with lumber. Weyerhaeuser had a very efficient loading procedure. We undocked and headed for Aberdeen, Wa for the deck load. We would have the weekend off and leave Monday. It took no time to get up to Aberdeen. Being Friday night I decided to try the bar scene for a piece of ass. Hell I did not care for the drinking, just the split tails. At twenty-two what else? It was disappointing, million of young lumber jacks that were regular at the bars. Every girl in the bar knew the one they wanted. We had no change in hell of scoring. Little did they knew I probably had a largest dick in the joint. Well you couldn’t pull it out. Later I learn to dance with them. Came back early to get my bike ready for a ride up to the Olympic National park for the week end. Left early the next morning. It was cool and damp with little traffic. The ride was great made excellent time. Stayed at a lodge on the lake. I forget the name. Someone told me the name of the lake and lodge the other day. I forgot already. Had a great week end by myself. Took a few pictures and rode around the lake. Came back late Sunday afternoon. We were loaded and ready to leave for the East Coast. I never saw anyone from the local union hall. So I guess I was going to stay on board. Sure had a great crew. They got a kick out me riding the bike. Rosy one the Abs was the first Jew I had met in my shipping days. He and I hit it off. He use to tell me stories of his adventures in Portland. The Olympus Hotel was where he stayed while waiting on his next ship. The mate on my watch ask a lot of question during wheel watch about my biking experience. He said I should keep it up. And it be would being more enjoyable over seas. At first this seemed like a good idea. On second though, I was missing out on the women. Which I have done to much because of bikes. Girl in these days did not dig bike riders. Now a days would have be a different story. I made a bike bag from canvas that I found on board the ship. Like the one I use to carry my track bike in. It was for traveling on trains to various race track around Japan. You had a strap that went over one shoulder and a hand grip on one side. You had the wheels off and on each side of the frame. Also the handle bar turned in toward the top bar. It made a narrow package about eight inches wide, forty-eight inches long and 30 inches high. I kept my racing gear in pouches made on the side. I never rode it again. Lost the bike to San Francisco Storage Co. They pickup it from the Arlington Hotel in the Tenderloin. I called for it went I got back from a trip to India, up coming sea story. They had no record of it. Of course I lost my receipt. In the Panama canal going back was just as exciting as come the other way. Lotto tickets, in fact some of the crew had won. How much I had no idea. We made out way thru the Gulf and up to Nantucket first stop Boston to unloaded the deck load off at Castle Island. Bars were just not the places to go for me. Only the drunks hit them. Which is alright had nothing against them. I was only interested in getting laid, single track mind. I went to a movie Dr Zavarago was playing. Had to kill an afternoon. While waiting in line a lady in her early thirties came up to me and ask if she could go in with me to watch the movie. She was very good looking lady. She want some one to set with so the mashers would not bother her. I did not know how take that. Women pick me so they want get laid. We watched the movie with very little conversation. Said good bye and went back to the ship. I would never tell anybody this. It great we could a We could watch TV while shuttling around New England. Batman was my show I got to watch with a couple of the other younger crew members. Had Bat Women poster on my fore castle door from a Playboy magazine. This sure turn out to be a PG rated trip!!! Last stop Baltimore to pick up a deck load of cabin cruisers for San Barbara/Long Beach. There I pickup a Bowditch Navigation book and got a letter of recommendation from Weyerhaeuser to the coast guard for my license to apply for third mate. Never did! Back thru Canal for the third time. Starting feel like an old timer at the Canal trip. Paid off in Long Beach. Got a B Book from the SUP. Had to pay their dues. So way not join. Had a B book in both Unions now. Received a good pay off. Headed for Vegas. Lucky I had bought a ticket for New Orleans. Lost almost all my money in about two days. Caught a Greyhound for New Orleans. On board the bus sat next to a young Cuban girl. We started making out during the first night. Another lady in thirties with her kid was watching us. I guess she want in on the action. You tell she was getting hot. As watched her suck on my dick. I must of cum a load and a half. By the time we got to New Orleans we all were ready from a bed. To get down to some serious fucking. I had no money and they had very little. We sat and had coffee for about an hour. Mean while I was calling around trying to raise some money. NO LUCK Out of a good FUCK!! Said Goodbye and I hit the streets of New Orleans. My luck in the states has been the shits. Lower Canal here I come. Some Queen took petty on me. Loan me a good bit of money. He had made a score on the ponies. I ended up going with him to Jefferson Downs. I made a few buck. This guy knew how to handicap the horse. He won enough to buy a new Red 66 Mustang 2+2 6 cylinder with a three speed tranny. One day while sitting in the hall. He said lets go to the west coast, San Francisco and ship out. It was slow in New Orleans anyhow. The war was getting a lot of attention. They were breakout of mothballs some Victory ships from WW2. I got to drive most of the way there. He could have cared less about the car I think. In San Francisco he introduced me to the Arlington Hotel Staff and owners, Gene and Elmo. Who later become good friends. They were of French origin also. I could run a tab there and at the bar next door. The ComBak Club. There was a forty year old Swedish lady that hung out there. She would take care of me if I needed it. With in two days I had a tanker, the SS Trans Hudson. Another T2 for India. She was docked in Alameda and going to Tacoma, Wash. to pick up a load grain. This time to Bombay…..

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