Friday Fantasy - Part 14, Ecuadorian Equinox

Previously posted December 21, 2007

“Fuck!”, shouted Oscar.

“Don’t move or the next one is for you Cristo!”, yelled Pete. “Oscar, grab his gun!”

But Oscar had already begun to move away from Cristo to grab his machine gun. Cristo was frozen on his knees and now put his hands up.

“Stay right here until I call for you.”, said Pete to me and he put a huge hand on my head to emphasize the message. I nodded to show I would. Then he got up and ran down the slope to where Oscar and Cristo were. Oscar was holding Cristo at gun point. Both men were naked.

Pete ran past them to see if the new guerrilla was dead. While there, he grabbed the machine gun and a pistol from the body and slung them over his shoulder. He then turned and joined Oscar and Cristo. He held Cristo at gun point while both men got dressed. Oscar armed himself, and Cristo was put in plastic cuffs before Pete called for me to come down from where I was. Oscar and I dragged the dead guerrilla into the cave so that no one would find him anytime soon.

Pete said to Cristo “Do you think this guy was a scout and that means that the other guys are right behind him? Or do you think that he was going to report back to them?”

“I have no idea what it means that Alberto was here. But if I were you I would not hang around here too long find out. My comrades know this location well as we have used it before and they knew I was coming here with the woman.”, replied Cristo very honestly and gesturing to me. There was no need for him to mislead us, we could have guessed as much.

“Sound advice.”, said Oscar nodding his head sadly.

Pete just frowned and shook his head.

“Fuck. We are so fucked. I didn’t want to, but we now have to use the radio. I will use a different channel, but we risk that the guerrillas will hear what we are saying and be able to locate us and know what happened.” Without further ado, Pete took out his radio and contacted Austin at the 3200 meters north camp.

“Snoopy this Charlie Brown. Come in.” A little bit of time went by and some radio static but then…

“Snoopy here. Over.”

“We have Woodstock and are heading for the dog house. Meet us halfway by heading towards GPS coordinates as follows… We met with the red baron, but he is down. We anticipate more interference. Radio Ecuadorian Army stat for assistance. Over.”

“Message received. We will head for GPS coordinates immediately and radio for help. Snoopy out. Over.”

Pete turned to me and pulled an automatic pistol out of the new guerrilla’s thigh holster that he had taken off the body. “I read your bio and I know that you have some limited shooting experience. I would not do this unless it was completely necessary. This is an automatic pistol with 24 rounds in the clip. This is the safety. Rule number one: don’t shoot us. If this is not enough bullets, we are done for. Got it?”

“Yes Sir.”, I said as I took the thigh holster that had been on the new guerrilla and used it. It was a bit loose, but I adjusted the sturdy nylon straps to fit me. I sure hoped I didn’t have to use it.

“Okay everybody let’s book it out of here.”, commanded Pete. Off we went at a forced march that was a bit quick for me. I had a time of it keeping up and we were going to keep this pace for quite a time today, at least until we met up with “Snoopy” and the boys. I took a deep breath and gritted my teeth. I dug down deep inside myself; I had to do this to stay alive today.

* * *

Austin was really trying hard to sleep. What had he done, and how would he live with it? His body felt the relief of sexual tension, but his mind was tortured. Was he gay because he let a man blow him? Shit, it had felt so good at the time. But now, he just couldn’t reconcile it in his mind. He tried so hard not to think too much about it, but he kept coming back to it. He desperately needed something else to think about.

The radio static and crackle of an incoming call from Pete was just the perfect answer to his prayers. Mr. Butterfly was there and heard the entire exchange. After the call, Austin called Chuck down from watch.

“Chuck I just received a call from Pete. He has rescued Dr. Fairview and has killed one guerrilla. They are fleeing to these coordinates and want us to proceed to same ASAP to meet them in case they are being followed. I’m going to radio the Ecuadorian Army for assistance.” Then he did just that.

“Ready yourselves for departure. Mr. B, have you ever shot a gun?”, asked Austin.

“Um, once. I shot a pellet rifle with some pals on a dare.”

Austin made a deep sigh as he handed him a pistol. “Be very careful with this. Here is the safety. Don’t point it at a person unless you are going to shoot them. There are 8 bullets in the clip. We are going to move out a quicker pace than yesterday as the need is more urgent. Everybody ready? Let’s go.”

Mr. Butterfly’s adrenaline was pumping so he was ready to run at a faster pace than the trot he had getting to the 3200 meters north camp. He had to save Sue. He was a bit surprised at the controlled, yet quicker pace that Austin set for them though. He thought he could run faster, but for how long? Austin had experience here. So he just followed at the pace set for him.

* * *

Pete kept thinking back to the hug. He couldn’t keep his mind on the trail. This pace was easy enough for him and that was why his mind was wandering. Why was he so turned on? He rescued Dr. Fairview and then she insisted on hugging him. Sigh. God she was so cute and sexy. That ass! He had to resist mightily not to grab handfuls of that action. He just wanted to drag her back into that cave and have some alone time with her. Mmm. He bet he could show her a thing or two. He had noticed her before, but now, he just had to figure out a way to be alone with her. Focus on the moment. Focus Marine! No “Suzy rotten crotch” for you yet. His eyes went to the path just in time to keep himself from tripping over a moss and bromeliad covered branch. That was too close.

We kept this relentless pace for almost three hours as the sun went down and a bright orange harvest moon rose above the forest canopy. Footing was difficult to see in the persistent twilight of the rain forest. Sometime later, it became apparent that we were being pursued. There was a twig snap well behind us. Pete had moments to find a defensible position in the forest.

A Kapok tree

He chose a rise that was surrounded by kapok trees with large root bases that would surely stop machine gun fire and provide cover. There, he and Oscar set up two machine gun nests to fire upon the advancing guerrillas. Cristo was stowed behind them as was I. I would watch the rear approach. I felt faint with fear and my heart was pounding. I had never been in a gun battle before.

Pretty soon, the air was filled with bullets whizzing by. I kept my head down. We returned fire sparingly as ammunition was limited. In a lull in the fire, Pete radioed for Austin.

“Charlie Brown to Snoopy. Over.”

“Snoopy here. Can hear your gun fire. Our GPS coordinates are…. Over.”

* * *

In the distance, Mr. Butterfly could hear machine gun fire. It scared the shit out of him because he knew they were shooting at Sue and her party. Then the radio call came in and the gun fire was even louder on the radio. But they were closer than he thought. He wished his feet had wings. But he was not the one that could really help Sue, because he did not have a machine gun or the training to use one. She needed military men. But Austin and Chuck were there and fit and running at top speed, or as fast as the difficult footing allowed, towards the fire fight.

* * *

Pete radioed our coordinates and Snoopy and the Peanuts gang were closer than I would have thought. They were maybe only a half an hour away. They must have been running at full tilt to meet us. Certainly they would hurry now. But the guerrillas would mount a full court press while they had an advantage if they were listening in. It was just as I had thought and the hail of bullets rained harder.

I felt so useless with my tiny pistol which I had not bothered firing. I looked at Pete and he was busy shooting as was Oscar. Suddenly, Oscar stayed up too long to get a shot and was hit in the left shoulder. The impact threw him back a few feet. I rushed over to see to him. He said that he would be okay and brushed me away.

Cristo whispered “Son usted bien Bebé?”

Oscar just gave him a look.

Pete called to me.

“Sue, pick up his machine gun. Oscar can take care of himself. We have got to hold them off for another 15 minutes until the guys get here. Hold the machine gun like this so it doesn’t kick back on you. Gently fire one round at a time. Don’t aim or look. Just point it at the bushes over there. That is where they are.”

“Yes Sir.” I replied in such a way to give Pete confidence, if only it would work on me though. I was scared shitless.

So, I took Oscar’s position and gun and gently fired one shot at a time in the general direction indicated by Pete. At least I was in the fire fight. I was going to have to be careful what I wished for. When would the boys get to us? Would we be able to hold out for that long? Where was the Ecuadorian Army?

Friday Fantasy - Part 13, Ecuadorian Equinox

Previously posted December 14, 2007


Packing at base camp was complete and the discussion as to who would leave began. All non ex-military personnel were to go, but Mr. Butterfly refused to leave Dr. Fairview behind. There was an impasse. In the end, José drove William and a sedated Allen back to Quito in the Land Rover with all of the equipment and supplies.

They had all agreed that Mr. B could come along with the ex-Marines to the camp at 3200 meters north, but would not be pandered to if he could not keep up the pace or if he came down with altitude sickness. He had to keep up with them or be left behind. Chuck was going to lead Austin and Mr. Butterfly to the camp at 3200 meters north where they would stay to rendezvous or support Pete and Oscar. Chuck and Austin were fully armed with machine guns and automatic pistols. Mr. Butterfly was allowed to carry a hunting knife and told to keep his head down.

As Chuck already knew the way, he led them uphill and north at a fair trot. Mr. Butterfly had done some running and hoped that it would pay off now and he would be able to keep up. The pace was not that fast, but it was at higher altitude than he was accustomed to. He felt pretty good at this pace. So they continued for the better part of the day.

Towards sundown they reached the camp at 3200 meters north without any problems and occupied it. Chuck noticed the outcropping of rocks overlooking the camp and decided that that was a great place to guard the camp from and volunteered to take first watch. He hauled himself up there and held his machine gun close by. Austin and Mr. Butterfly got into the tent and saw the sleeping bags zipped together.

Austin dragged the joined bags out of the tent, looked up at Chuck and said “Yo Chuck, what’s up with this orgy sized bag dude?”

“What does it look like? I needed to do that to make my move on the sexy Dr. Fairview.” Then he grinned lasciviously.

Mr. Butterfly could not stand another minute of this bullshit. “You are so full of it Chuck. She wouldn’t give the likes of you the time of day, much less sleep with you!”

“Yeah, I gotta go with Mr. B here Chuck. You are just a lying sack of shit.”

“Whatever. Believe what you will.”

“You are gonna catch hell when she and Oscar are here to say otherwise.”, replied Austin.

Chucks pea brain worked hard on that for a moment or two and decided that they had a point. “Oh okay. I give in. We just did it to keep Dr. Fairview warm at night. Nothing happened.” Then he grumbled to himself “Not that I didn’t try… but that fucking bitch thought she was too good for me.” Fortunately Austin and Mr. Butterfly could not hear the last part.

Austin had dragged the joined bag back into the tent already. “I dunno Mr. B; do you think we should leave it this way?”

“It would be warmer and the temperature is dropping up here at night.”, replied Mr. Butterfly.

“Yeah, where we were at the south camp it got chilly in the cloud forest. But we never thought of sharing our body heat. It just never occurred to us. It’s not like we would have to take off our clothes or anything, just being in the same bag would help.”

“It is okay with me if it is okay with you.”

Austin replied “Let’s do it then.”

So, they both climbed into the joined bags. Pretty soon, Austin began thinking about his fiancée back home and how he missed her, his redheaded Diane, his fire crotch Diane. It didn’t take long and he had a woody. But he couldn’t excuse himself to go outside to jerk off because Chuck was out there and would see him. Mr. B was not sleeping yet. Fuck, what was a boy to do to get off around here? He snuck his hand down in his pants, god he wanted to stroke himself so badly, but Mr. B would hear. He sighed deeply.

“Well that was a really deep sigh, care to talk about it?”, asked Mr. Butterfly.

“I’m just missing my girl back home so badly.”

“What is her name?”

“Diane.”

“Tell me about her.”

“She is a redhead and really built.” Here Austin sighed really deeply again. “She has huge soft titties, a tiny waist and a fire crotch. God when I am inside her she just milks my cock dry. It feels amazing.” He paused. “I don’t know why I am telling you all this personal shit…”

“Because you miss her so much, that is why.” The young explorer put his hand on Austin’s shoulder to comfort him and was a bit surprised when Austin came in for a full hug. It just so happened naturally. The young Marine sobbed quietly in his arms. The young explorer could tell that close up that Austin was erect. As if by habit, his hand went down to the other man’s erection. When Austin felt the young explorer’s hand he looked up suddenly at Mr. B’s face with shock, but what the young explorer was doing felt so good, that he just closed his eyes, relaxed and pretended it was Diane.

Austin lay back as the young explorer went down into the sleeping bag, unzipped his camos and went down on him. He just pretended that the experienced blow job he was getting was from his redheaded gal, Diane and not a man. He pictured her swaying tits and her bright red curly bush, the lips of her labia around his engorged member.

The young explorer was in heaven too. Austin was a young, healthy Marine. You know, the few the proud. What a gorgeous cut cock he had surrounded by curly pubes. What a body! He was in perfect shape! You could do laundry on those abs! But, he concentrated on the blow job. Slobbering more than needed and trying not to make it seem too gay, so that Austin would have an easy time pretending it was from his Diane. The young explorer knew the score, Austin was straight, and always would be. This was just a personal little part of his fantasy of blowing a straight guy. God, it was hot! He wanted so badly to suck on each of those healthy oval nuts, but would Diane know to do that? Probably not, so he best not too.

Austin began to moan softly and flex his quads and feet. The young explorer knew what this meant. He touched Austin’s balls and they were held right up against his cock ready to unload.

Then softly, Austin said “Oh, I’m gonna shoot!”, as he spurted cum and the young explorer let it fly on Austin’s belly, guiding it with his hand on Austin’s cock. Austin laid back satisfied and ready to sleep.

By then, the young explorer had the hard on of all time and couldn’t wait to relieve himself. He came back up and looked at Austin’s face with closed eyes while he jerked off quickly. Austin pretended not to notice that anything happened.

* * *

It was about sundown when Pete and Oscar made it to the guerrilla leader’s camp where he was holding Dr. Fairview. They were eating passion fruits and the leader was holding his machine gun loosely on her. The plan was decided and Oscar was to make the first move.

“Hola amigo!”, said Oscar with his arms in the air as he approached slowly breaking his cover.

Cristo saw him and swung his machine gun to point at him.

“Lo que hace usted quiere?”, demanded Cristo.

“What do I want? I want to end your suffering. I want the love of a man and I was wondering if you were that man?” Then Oscar undid the belt of his pants and let them drop to the ground, revealing his enormous erection. He continued to move forward, stepping clear of his pants. “I am alone amigo. From the first time I saw you I knew I had to have you. I knew your secret, your deep dark secret. The love that dare not speak its name. Am I right?”

Then Oscar did a little twirl so that Cristo could see his firm ass. “We could tie up Dr. Fairview so that she cannot run and then be together for a while.”

“Or I could shoot you where you stand right now.”, countered Cristo.

“You could, but then you would never know the love of another man. And, might I add, I know how to love a man.”

Cristo gritted his teeth. He was so ashamed that he was gay. But he would not deny himself the love of another man once someone knew. He just could not live denying himself for a moment longer. So, he motioned with his rifle. "Bring Dr. Fairview to the cave hidden behind the vines over there. There is rope over there. Tie up Dr. Fairview tightly, both hands and feet. Put her in there so she cannot see us." He certainly did not want a woman to see his shame.

When it was done, Oscar came back to where Cristo was. They walked off together under the trees away from the cave and found a sheltered spot with moss on the ground. Oscar got finished undressing. Cristo drank in his body. How had Oscar kept his erection this whole time, he wondered? He must really be hot for me he thought. Cristo ran his hands over Oscar’s young and taut body. What great shape he was in. Cristo wanted to share is body’s great shape too. So he took off his shirt, boots and pants too. Oscar didn’t waste any time. He kissed Cristo on the mouth. Cristo was stunned initially, but then opened and kissed back. He was transported. He held Oscar’s face and couldn’t believe it. It was so different than kissing a woman. There was no need for gentleness here. It was all manliness and aggression, hard breathing and tongues wrestling. He was just beginning to like it when Oscar moved down to his neck, then his nipple, delivering a little bite there, oh that hurt but felt good! Then little nibbles down his abs and his pleasure trail to his pubes. Oh, I am so sensitive there! Oh, that feels so good, oh my! He is on my penis, sucking, oh god, he has it all in his mouth. I have to lie down, I feel faint.

So Cristo sat down on the moss, taking Oscar with him. Oscar stayed with him, continuing to blow him. Oscar licked a couple of his fingers and probed Cristo’s ass with them. Cristo just moaned and lifted his legs to give Oscar better access. Oscar was able to push one finger into Cristo’s asshole and find Cristo’s prostate. Then he got two fingers in. Oscar whispered to Cristo “Do you want me to fuck you now Cristo?”

“Ah dios si!”

Oscar already had a condom handy and donned it tout de suite. Then he grabbed Cristo by the waist and rolled him over onto his hands and knees and began to rub his massive cockhead on Cristo’s asshole. A minute later, he got the head into the sphincter. He gripped Cristo’s hips and pushed his way in. Cristo grimaced in pain, grunted, but did not cry out. It took time, involuntary tears and pain on Cristo’s part for Oscar to get in all the way. But once he was in, the pleasure started for Cristo. It was one of those hurts so good things. Oscar varied his pace, pumping slowly, then quickly to maximise pleasure for both of them. He wanted to make sure that this was the best lay of Cristo’s life, because he knew that it might be Cristo’s only lay. Who knew what the future might bring to the guerrilla leader?

He slapped Cristo’s ass and said “Do you like that bitch?”

“Si!”

* * *

So I was all tied up in the cave. I didn’t want to see Oscar and Cristo making whoopee anyhow. I just hoped it was a plan to cut me loose. Then I heard somebody coming into the cave.

“Shh. Sue, it is me, Pete. Just keep still and I’ll have you outta here in no time.”, said Pete as he cut the ropes off of me.

“Well, Pete thank god. I am so glad you are here. Let me hug you!”

“Let’s get out of the cave where there is more room.”

So we got out of the cave and hugged quickly. He was meaty and hot. And strong. I was turned on.

“Keep down; we have to get out of here. Let’s find out how Oscar is doing. I think they are over this way.”

He led and I followed. We heard them before we saw them. We were coming down from a rise and they were below us. We got down on the ground in a prone position. Pete aimed his machine gun.

“Pete, you’re not just going to shoot Cristo, are you?”

“No, but I thought it prudent to have a bead on him just in case. He is armed you know. I’ll not have you questioning my business Dr. Fairvew.”

“Sorry.” I said contritely and I felt a bit stupid for questioning him.

“Apology accepted.”

Just then, another guerrilla entered the jungle and saw Cristo and Oscar and what they were doing. He looked shocked to see what was happening.

“Bájese de Cristo! Pare esto!”, the new guerrilla shouted. He raised his machine gun as if he was going to shoot Oscar.

The couple froze in midfuck.

But a shot rang out from right beside me; Pete had shot the new guerrilla dead.

Friday Fantasy - Part 12, Ecuadorian Equinox

Previously posted December 7, 2007

Pete had run all night before he located the camp at 3200 meters north. It was now morning and he was twelve hours early for the rendezvous. He had managed to grab some bananas on his way up and munched on them now with some iodized water, as he caught his breath. He kept up his guard and surveyed the camp. He found the tent and the three joined sleeping bags. He just cocked an eyebrow at that. He didn’t want to know, figuring it wasn’t his business. He continued to look around and found the spring fed pool rimmed by moss. It was a pretty cosy camp site Oscar had found for Chuck and Dr. Fairview he had to admit. He would probably have to wait much of the day here. So he found himself a good place to hide nearby in case any “unfriendlies” showed up. It was an outcropping of rock that overlooked the camp and was shored up by narrow clinging trees; good for a sniper to camp on and only big enough for one man. He hauled himself up there and got comfy. He sighted down his machine gun just in case he needed it. It began to drizzle. Pete closed his eyes and napped, secure that the slightest sound would wake him.

* * *

Oscar had followed the guerrillas from a distance at first, since he had to make up time needed to become untied. When he did catch up, he found them on the cusp of splitting up the party, so that Dr. Fairview would go with the leader and the remaining three would go on separately. He continued to follow Dr. Fairview and the leader. They headed lower in altitude all day and it seemed that Dr. Fairview engaged the leader in some chitchat. Good for her thought Oscar.

It was dark when the leader selected a campsite. He found what was in Oscar’s mind a perfect one; perfect because it had a cave. What better place to hide from pursuers than a cave. It also had a small spring. This leader was a clever one.

Oscar was unarmed and didn’t see any chances to rescue Dr. Fairview. So he kept out of sight rather than play the hero.

Oscar passed the night underneath some tropical leaf litter to say warm. Before the sun was up he rose to see how things were going with Dr. Fairview and the guerrilla leader. He took up his well hidden viewing position and waited. There they were emerging from the cave now. First out of the cave was Dr. Fairview and next was the Columbian. She looked rested and refreshed, so did he. He was still actively guarding her with the machine gun as they went about their morning business.

This seemed strange to Oscar. He had to pause to think about it. It didn’t seem to make sense. Dr. Fairview would have been cold and asked to share the guerrilla’s bedding. The guerrilla would have tried to take advantage of her. It was only natural. She would have fought him off for sure. Or maybe she could have given in. No, he did not think that Dr. Fairview would have given in so easily. Oscar chuckled as he recalled her reaction to Chuck’s erection. It must be that the guerrilla leader didn’t try anything with her. But why would that be? Could it be that he was gay? That thought just stopped him dead in his tracks. Oscar narrowed his eyes and inhaled sharply.

Gay and a Columbian Guerrilla? What would one do? There was no role as muy macho as a Columbian Guerrilla. The poor man! He could live his entire life and never know the love of another man! How sad indeed! Just a fucking tragedy! Oscar could not stand the thought of the intense emotional suffering and denial that must be taking place within the guerrilla leader. He pitied him. No wonder he was fraught with anger.

What to do, what to do? Oscar just knew he had to be right and that the Columbian guerrilla leader had to be gay.

Oscar could not wait to share this conclusion with the others. Plus, he had an idea of how they could rescue Dr. Fairview. So, off he ran towards the 3200 meter camp north for the rendezvous. It shouldn’t take more than 8 hours for him to get there.

* * *

Sometime during the day, William, Austin and José arrived back at base camp. William was feeling a bit better at the lower altitude but was upset that the trip was a failure. He began to bitch and moan.

“Fuck this goddamn trip. This fucking sucks big time! Damn it all to hell! Get me the fuck out of this goddamn hell hole. I hate this fuck ass place and will never set foot here again!”

Everyone just looked at him with sidelong glances not wanting to acknowledge his venom. Things were bad enough without adding to them. Mr. Butterfly thought that Ecuador was a truly beautiful place, a paradise, but they had just met up with a spate of bad luck. William got altitude sickness, and that does happen to some people. Allen did drugs, and that was his own fault. Sue was kidnapped by Columbian Guerrillas, well that was just plain stinking bad luck and happened very rarely. Actually, he only remembered the one other time that had ever happened and the guy was rescued. He was hoping for the same happy outcome.

Meanwhile, they were busy packing stuff in the truck to leave. Allen was staying in bed, having suffered a nervous breakdown of sorts and requiring sedation. But José, William, Austin, Chuck and Mr. Butterfly were all working together to get them ready to go.

* * *

Pete woke with light flashing in his eyes. It was just a little flash. Where was it coming from? Over there in the trees. A little reflection. A glint off of a piece of metal. A signal. What was it? Then he could see clearly, it was Oscar, signaling to him from up in a tree. That wily Oscar. How did he find me, thought Pete to himself. Pete lifted his machine gun in reply and climbed down off his sniper perch to rendezvous with Oscar.

“Hi Pete!”, said Oscar cheerfully.

“Cut the cute crap Oscar. How did you find me?”, replied Pete.

“It is what I do Pete. I never give away my secrets.”

“Great. What did you find out about Dr. Fairview?”

“The Guerrillas split up and she is alone with the leader. The leader found a great camp with a cave that is only 8 hours from here.”

“That is terrific news. We can take one guy out with no problem. How closely does he guard her?”

“Very closely. He has her at gun point at all times. But I have even better news. I think he is gay!”, said Oscar with glee.

“Run that by me again.”, said Pete dubiously.

“You heard me right. I think he is gay.”

“How on earth did you come to that conclusion boy?”

“Well, see Dr. Fairview gets really cold at night, so cold that we had to share body heat.”

“Uh huh…”

“So we zipped our three sleeping bags together and did just that.”

“I saw the huge zipped together bag and was wondering but thought that you guys were adults, and it wasn’t my business.”

“I assure you there was nothing sexual at all, though Chuck made overtures, but Dr. Fairview would have none of it.”

At that, Pete grinned and thought with satisfaction that he knew Sue would handle herself just fine. “So what does this have to do with the guerrilla leader being gay?”

“Well, like I said, Dr. Fairview gets cold at night, and she did when she was with the guerrilla leader too. So, I assume she had to share a sleeping bag with him too.”

“And! Get to the point Oscar!”, with some impatience evident in his voice.

“I was there this morning and when they both got up they looked rested and refreshed. Now, I figure that had he tried anything, she would not have looked that way. So he must not have tried anything. But how could he not when he has been with three other men all this time in the jungle? He just has to be gay!”

“Maybe.”, said Pete sounding not completely convinced.

“So, I have a plan. I will walk into his camp, seduce him and while we are getting busy, you can rescue Dr. Fairview.” Then Oscar grinned like the cat that ate the canary.

“Are you insane man? What is this, some gay fantasy? He will shoot you well before you have a chance to make a move. You over estimate your charms my boy if you think you will get anywhere with this plan.”

“Just hear me out here Pete. I am willing to put my ass on the line for this one; you should be willing to listen. You don’t know what it is like to deny yourself all your life the love you desperately desire and then to have it right in front of you, at your grasp, larger than life. You just don’t know. All I ask is that you give me a chance.”

Pete closed his eyes, sighed deeply and said “You don’t think he will be able to resist that fire hose between your legs?”

“Yup!”

“Let’s go for it.”

They departed for the guerrilla leader’s camp pronto.

Friday Fantasy - Part 11, Ecuadorian Equinox

Previously Posted November 30, 2007

Pete told Mr. Butterfly that dinner was ready and to get Allen. So, Mr. Butterfly went to the back of the tent and called Allen who seemed to be sleeping. He shook him a bit and could not rouse him. “Allen!” He said firmly. “Wake up!” There was no response. He checked for breathing and it was shallow.

“Pete! Something is wrong with Allen! Come quick!”

Pete rushed to the back of the tent and said “What?”

“I cannot wake him up. His breathing is shallow.”

Pete checked Allen’s pulse at his neck, which was sluggish and looked into his eyes, saw the pinprick pupils and said “It is an overdose. Where you guys doing drugs?”

“I wasn’t. But I don’t know about him.”

“Go make coffee. I gotta get something outta my bag.”

Pete rushed to the front of the tent and then came back. He had a glass ampule and a syringe. He gently broke off the top of the ampule drew out a dose and gave Allen a shot in the arm. Then he proceeded to slap Allen’s face. By that time, Mr. Butterfly had come back.

“What did you give him?”, asked Mr. Butterfly.

“Narcan. It should bring him around if he took an opiate.”

Slowly, Allen began to come around. He said “Leave me alone!”, as he tried weakly to push Pete away.

“No way! Tell me where your junk is asshole!” Pete commanded.

“Fuck you Pete!”

Pete slapped Allen hard. “You fucktard! Tell me where it is or I will slap you silly! I will not run an illegal base camp!”

Allen began to sob and pointed to where his stash was. Pete said to Mr. Butterfly “Bring him some coffee now.” Pete went and got the heroin bags so that he could dump them in the river.

* * *

After a long struggle, Chuck and Oscar managed to untie each other. Oscar said “I will trail them without being detected. I can do that much. Then we will know where they are. You run to base camp and get Pete.”

Chuck said “Agreed.”

“We will rendezvous here in 48 hours time.”

“Affirmative.”

Each man set off at a run in opposite directions.

* * *

We walked at a forced march for nearly three hours. Then we stopped. Iodized water was passed around. There seemed to be a plan afoot. The leader was to break off from the main group and take me to a safe place to be held in wait for pick up. The remainder of the group was to move on and arrange for the money drop. The discussion was all in Spanish, but that was what I was able to glean. So, I went with the leader in a direction that was lower in altitude. At least he spoke English. I began to relax a bit and decided to start a conversation after we had walked for an hour or so.

“Um, my name is Sue. What is yours?”

He looked at me with angry heated eyes that softened a bit when he saw my face. He said “Cristo. My name is Cristo.”

“Cristo. That is a religious name. You are named after Christ our Lord.”

“Si. That is so.”

But he continued to seem to be really angry.

“Why are you angry with me Cristo?”

“You are what we would call puta in Spanish if you sleep with two men at the same time. I’m sorry; I don’t know the English word for it.”

I knew what he meant, but didn’t want to tell him the word was slut. “Um, I don’t think you understand Cristo. We didn’t have any sex. I just get cold at night. I know it is probably difficult to believe, but we were sharing our body heat to keep me warm.”

“Right. And I am Mickey Mouse.”

Then he laughed. It always surprises me how well American humour travels worldwide. He must have watched some American television when he was a boy.

“You’ll see tonight when I am shivering uncontrollably.”, I replied wishing I had a wittier comeback.

He just continued to laugh.

* * *

At base camp, everyone was sound asleep when Chuck came running in at a full gallop to report that Sue had been kidnapped and was being held for a million dollars ransom by Columbian Guerrillas. Pete awoke immediately and got on his radio to call in Austin’s group to report back to base camp ASAP. As it was, William would have to limp back as he was not completely recovered from his altitude sickness.

A plan of response was formulated quickly. Pete would depart immediately with the GPS to find the camp at 3200 meters north where he would rendezvous with Oscar at 48 hours. Chuck would stay at base camp to guard Mr. Butterfly and Allen and rest. As soon as they arrived at base camp the guys from the south camp and other non-military personnel would be sent to Quito for safety under the supervision of José. Austin and Chuck would then rejoin the hunt with Pete. The Ecuadorian Army would not be called in until Sue was recovered.

Mr. Butterfly chimed in here.

“I will not be sent away while Sue is in captivity. She is my friend. I will not leave her in her time of need. I want to go and save her.”

“That’s great Mr. B, but you’ll get your ass shot off. I am in charge and I forbid it.”, replied Pete.

“May I at least stay at base camp?”

“Well, let’s wait and see how long it takes for the south group to get here and decide then. Okay?”

“Okay.”

Fresh radios and machine guns were dispensed as needed to all ex-military personnel. Chuck was briefed on the situation at base camp. Pete began his mission to rendezvous with Oscar at 3200 meters north camp.

* * *

Pete thought to himself, I am just getting to fucking old for this shit, as he hurried up the mountain at a good trot. It was fortunate that he took the time to train at altitude. Now that preparation was paying off. The directions from Chuck were pretty straight forward. Chuck might not have his head on straight about women, but he gave bang up directions in the woods. Pete would need to head at this pace and bearing for 8 more hours and he would be there.

Pete could feel his old shrapnel injury acting up. He ignored it like a good Marine. He focused on the goal; finding and rescuing Sue. He peered through the underbrush to see his footing, so that he wouldn’t slip and fall. But this trail, made by a tapir was pretty good. It was guaranteed to get tougher later.

* * *

I began to shiver uncontrollably again. I had no sleeping bag, so I wasn’t surprised at all. We had walked an entire day, but Cristo found us a camp with a small hidden cave.

The entrance was behind densely hanging vines and could not be seen at all. There was a small spring for water also. He had a simple blanket that he folded in two to use for a sleeping bag, and I had nothing. We lay on the bare ground in the cave to sleep. The air was so humid and dank I felt as if I would never be dry and warm again.

“Cristo, I am very cold.”

He opened his eyes and looked at me. There was enough moonlight from the mouth of the cave for him to see that my lips were turning blue.

“You really weren’t kidding. Come here and sleep with me.” He opened his blanket so that I could get in. I was a bit afraid that he would take advantage of me, but not really. I got in and he was very warm. He held me close with one arm around my waist and his crotch was in my butt. I fully expected him to get an erection, but he didn’t. That made me wonder; could he possibly be gay?