Date: Mon, 4 Jul 2005 20:46:53 -0700 (PDT)
From: james robinson <juzjamie17@yahoo.com>
Subject: The Atlantic Express, Chapter 16

This story is fictitious and doesn't follow exact time lines. It contains
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  The Atlantic Express, Chapter 16........................by justjames17.


The German Pocket Battleship Graf Spee continued her fast race towards the
Southern Atlantic, distancing herself from any interference by the American
Navy, she knew that the British were searching for her, after several of
the sunken cargo ships had got distress signals off before her guns could
silence them by blasting their radio room to smithereens.

She sailed smoothly down the east coast of Central America, her crew
revelling in the tropical warmth and working in the briefest clothing,
their muscular young bodies glowing with health and vitality as their pale
European skins tanned to golden and bronze tones. Most of the young sailors
were typical German blonde haired, blue eyed examples of Hitler's perfect
Aryan youth. The sight of them working in just shorts was a real turn on
for Charles when they were released from the hot humid and airless prison
of the cabin the prisoners were held in. The day the ship crossed the
Equator off the coast of Brazil where the Amazon River pumped its waters
into the ocean the crew held a King Neptune party as she crossed the line
from Northern hemisphere into the Southern.

Young sailors were stripped naked and dunked unceremoniously in a large
bath tub constructed on the deck by older men in crazy outfits, the young
men were enjoying the fun and a few couldn't control their erections
springing fat hard cocks as they were shaved and roughhoused with. The
prisoners, both officers and their crews, were allowed on deck together to
watch the fun and games, Charles and young Tom were standing together for
the first time since being picked up from the lifeboat after the H.M.S
Spring Thorp was torpedoed. Charles pointed out Günter, the young German
seaman he'd had a couple of brief sexual encounters with and Tom watched
the seaman get stripped and as he was being lifted up his beautiful cock
was standing hard and proud from his shaved crotch.

Tom sighed and said, "My oath he is very attractive, look at the muscles
moving under that bronzed satin skin and that cock is to die for. How big
is it in actual close up?"

Charles smiled and whispered, "It is about as big as mine but he is thinner
and it makes him look longer and of course now he is shaved it looks
huge. He really has a superb penis that is like silk to handle and he cums
like a fire hose."

Tom whispered back, "Do you think the three of us could somehow get
together and enjoy some hot sex?"

Charles shrugged and said, "I don't know the way they have segregated us
prisoners I can't see how we could organize it, I'll ask Günter next time
we are together and ask him if it could be arranged."  Tom sighed and said,
"I'm so damned sex starved I could just about blow without touching myself,
my balls are so full they are aching like the devil."

Charles nodded and said, "I'll move away slowly to that 4inch turret there
and if I can get inside you come and join me we'll at least be able to wank
and relieve your pressure before your boiler explodes."

Charles sauntered slowly away and disappeared behind the turret, seconds
passed and Tom watching like a hawk saw his hand appear and beckon him to
come over. Tom then wandered about gradually approaching the heavy steel
turret and was watching the guards so he could dash inside and join his
Captain in the privacy of the turret. The guards were very relaxed and
watching the fun rather than the prisoners, after all where could they go?
They were captives on a massive war ship surrounded by the 1200 crew on
board. Tom eased out of sight and slid into the steel housing where Charles
was standing leaning against the gun's breach with his trousers around his
knees toying with his 8 inch erection and smiling at the young seaman.

Tom dropped to his knees and grasped the thick man meat sucking the fat
soft knob into his warm lips, Charles moaned quietly and said, "Oh God Tom,
how I've missed your passionate mouth. You are a master at oral
satisfaction; your tongue is so sexy as you slobber on my cock."

Tom moaned as he bobbed up and down working his Captain's cock as best he
could while he stroked his own bursting penis, Charles arched back
thrusting his hard member deep into Tom's gullet as the youth swallowed him
deep. Charles hand grasped the young sailor's head steadying him as he
thrust back and forth face fucking the handsome lad's face. In only a
couple of minutes he gasped and felt his nuts erupt sending broadside after
broadside of thick ball juice into Tom's working throat, the lad sucked and
swallowed as fast as he could choking on the plentiful effusion. Creamy
sperm oozed from his stretched lips as the semen flooded his orifice, his
frantic swallowing unable to keep up with the Captain's stored juices, he
felt the throbbing prick become still and knew the deluge was dribbling to
a close as he milked every last tasty drop from the fat cock in his mouth.

His own balls were throbbing hard and he was close, oh so close to erupting
as his Captain lifted him up and knelt in homage to his manhood, the hot
strong hand grasped his throbbing tool and worked his foreskin up and down
over the purple shiny knob as the lad trembled and groaned quietly. Tom's
whole body was on fire with the urgent need to void his sperm from his fat
overloaded nuts, which were drawn up tightly in his wrinkled bag as they
nestled close on each side of his throbbing cock shaft. Charles fondled him
gently because he knew Tom was on a hair trigger and could explode at the
slightest touch; the young man was sweating profusely his eyes tightly
closed as he tried to control his super sensitive genitals.

Charles held him and studied the sweat shiny skin of the lad's trembling
torso, the abdominal muscles tensed and standing out clearly under his pale
skin, the thin treasure trail leading down from his cute navel to draw
one's eyes downwards to the thicker bush of dark blonde pubic hair at the
base of the twitching tool. Charles watched as globule after globule of
clear pre cum formed at the gaping piss slit to form a larger droplet and
slip slowly down hanging on a silver thread. The Captain slid his pink
tongue out to salvage this sweet juice and roll it on his tongue enjoying
the faint flavor of Tom's seminal fluid. Finally the pleasure was
overpowering and he had to swallow the crimson hard cock, Tom gasped aloud
as he felt the man's warm mouth and lips inhale his trembling tool, the
sensation of Charles' tongue laving around the corona of his super
sensitive knob sent shudders of utter pleasure surging through his body and
slamming into his brain. He began to hyperventilate as his body started
ramming back and forth bruisingly into the hungry mouth, Charles was
grunting as the boy's pubic mound crushed against his nose the pubic hair
tickling his cheeks.

Tom couldn't hold on any longer his sex starved young body was burning to
unload, he was panting hard as his eyes rolled back and he thrust hard into
the warm wet orifice and unloaded his pent up cum. Charles sucked and
sucked swallowing the incredibly thick tasty sperm as the lad bucked and
writhed in a complete mindless sexual frenzy. He was slamming his taut
crotch into Charles face nearly breaking his nose as the man tried to hold
the hips of the ejaculating young man. The peak of his climax passed and
the gyrations of his body calmed, like the passing of a storm, Charles now
tongued the still erect cock as the last dribbles creamed his tongue and he
suckled and coaxed the remnants from the boy's exhausted balls.

Tom collapsed back onto the gun's breach his body arched outwards as his
Commanding Officer pulled off his cock and began licking his lower abdomen
working his way slowly up the tensed torso to find and suckle on his
nipples. Tom moaned quietly pulling the man's head onto his breast and
giggling quietly at the sensation. Charles moved on and pressed his lips to
the lad's slightly gaping mouth, his tongue pushing into Tom's lips and
they tongue duelled as the boy tasted himself in Charles' mouth. They
kissed feverishly until they heard voices nearby, they pulled up their
trousers and stepped out of the turret keeping it between them and the
voices, they moved to stand at the guard rail leaning on it watching the
water as the ship sped on.

The guards began to shout for the prisoners to return to their cabins as
the entertainment was now over, Charles and Tom sauntered slowly back into
the milling crowd and hugged each other as they parted company going their
separate ways to be locked up again. The officers were all laughing and
chatting about the fun they had watched and it lightened their mood in
captivity while they discussed the fun. Charles felt good after his brief
intimacy with young Tom and was happy he'd been able to bring the young man
off so conclusively. He could still taste the rich tangy flavour of Tom's
teenaged sperm and he smiled in satisfaction, he walked over and threw
himself onto the bunk and closed his eyes.

Captain Langsdorff paced the bridge high above the superstructure as he
worried about where the enemy was searching for him; he hoped they were far
away looking in the wrong direction as he was a long way from home. He
didn't know that there was a flotilla of cruisers, Force G, anchored in
Freetown harbour across the Atlantic trying to work out here his ship
was. There was one heavy cruiser, H.M.S. Exeter carrying 8inch guns,
commanded by Commodore Harwood and two 6 inch gunned Leander class cruisers
H.M.S. Ajax along with the H.M.N.Z.S Achilles from New Zealand. The British
decided that the raider would be far away from her last sinking and they
decided she might be skulking off South America somewhere.

The three ships set sail and headed across the Atlantic to follow the
hunch, while the Graf Spee now cruising at an economical 15 knots prowled
the sea looking for a victim to plunder and sink. She sighted a smoke plume
on the horizon and increased speed to close the range, the masts and twin
funnels of the steamer rose above the horizon as the Battleship sped
ravenously towards her. The gunner in his armoured observation post above
the bridge was studying the prey through the powerful range finder. The
ship was about 6,000 tons and was a fast fruit carrier, a speedy ship
designed to carry fresh fruit quickly across the seas to the mother
country. She would be a welcome prize as the crew had not tasted fresh
fruit for months, he reported to the Captain what he could see and
Langsdorf rubbed his hands together smiling at the thought of pillaging the
ship for fresh rations.

The ship saw the warship rear over the horizon and not realising it was the
enemy sent a signal by lamp requesting the identity of the approaching
capital ship thinking it o be British. The Graf Spee was now within gun
range and fired her forward guns, the three 11 inch projectiles whistled
through the air to erupt in massive water towers straddling the
unsuspecting ship. The ship's Captain rang down for full speed and turned
away racing for the safety of the horizon, Langsdorff cursed under his
breath and rang down for maximum revolutions knowing that the other ship
almost matched them for speed and possibly was even faster as the Graf Spee
had been at sea for months and had a heavy growth of barnacles below the
waterline to slow her down a little.

The chase was on and the prey's radio was bellowing frantic messages into
the ether reporting she was under fire by an unknown capital ship; this
message soon reached the ears of the Admiralty in Whitehall who immediately
broadcast the position of the raider to the searching cruisers. Langsdorf
grabbed the bridge phone and bellowed at the Gunnery Officer to sink the
ship quickly before the enemy heard her cries of panic. The guns bellowed
again and again straddling the fleeing ship until a hit was observed and
the superstructure of the prey was glowing with fire and thick smoke was
billowing behind her like a smoke screen.

The gunner fired the guns again and this time three hits slammed into the
ship which slewed to port as slowed rapidly, her radio still bellowing to
the world of her plight the next two salvos hit as the German ship
approached the now stationary vessel. The radio stopped transmitting as the
ship began to heel over, her hull breached by several shells; the remaining
crew were abandoning ship hurriedly. Their boats rowing quickly away from
the sinking ship, the crew on the Spee could see down the ship's funnels as
she lay over on her beam ends then she slid below the surface with a
belching of air, only the smoke and drifting rubbish marking her grave.

Captain Langsdorff pulled alongside the ship's boats and their crews were
ordered to come aboard quickly, they scrambled up the boarding nets and
were assembled on the deck as the raider began to get under way again. They
left the oil stained area behind and headed further South towards the
distant Cape Horn rounding the bulge of Brazil off Cape Sao Roque near
Natal. The hunting group of Cruisers were haring across the Atlantic at
full speed heading for the area of her last victory; the powerful ships
throwing spray high in the air as they smashed through the ocean swells,
heading west.

Days passed and the Graf Spee slowed her speed again, cruising economically
south unknowing that the three hunters were racing towards her
position. Life aboard the raider went on as usual, the new prisoners
telling of their adventures and their sinking, the daily break on deck in
the hot sun soon had the pale torsos brown and they felt so much
better. There was much discussion about whether the allies would be
tracking them down after the radio message was received, and they all
prayed that soon the British would locate them and put a stop to the
powerful raider.

Charles warned the merchant officers that if they were caught, their lives
would be at risk in the ensuing battle as shells didn't differentiate
between friend and foe. The mood turned quiet as they realised that the
battle would ensue if and when they were located. They decided that what
ever happened they would still pray for the allies to locate the monster,
they felt sorry for the German Captain and his crew as most of them had
treated the prisoners with courtesy and the Captain was a real gentleman to
say the least. His chivalry in picking them up was unusual and not
necessary, it was unexpected and unwarranted.

Days passed quietly and they felt as though the ship had slipped away from
the hunters, the weather was balmy and the prisoners were allowed out for
longer periods and both officers and seamen were allowed to fraternize on
deck as the guards relaxed around them. Charles and Gunther found Tom and
all three sneaked into a locker area and had crazy sex together. Gunther
laid there his legs around Charles' hips pulling his hard cock deep into
his hungry hole while Tom fucked his mouth and throat silencing his moans
and groans with his dick. The young German, his pubic area still bald after
the shaving was writhing on the two impaling cocks, his own erection waving
about like a periscope in the air drooling pre cum all over his smooth
crotch and abdomen. This union was enjoyed in varying positions every day
or so and the three men were forming a really close bond together.

They were so engaged one morning when suddenly alarm bells shrilled
throughout the massive hull, running feet sounded on the decks as the three
lovers separated and quickly donned their uniforms. They ran out onto the
deck into the milling prisoners who were being shepherded back into their
cabin areas by the excited guards, Charles jumped up onto the guard rails
to search the horizon and saw three top masts poking above the seas. He saw
no more as Gunther dragged him back and told him to go below into the
cabin; he was manhandled hurriedly and showed through the hatch as it was
slammed heavily and locked.

The engines of the raider began to pound louder as the deck vibrated with
their power as the huge 16,000 ton hull began to race through the calm seas
at her top speed. The prisoners heard the guns thunder and could smell
burnt cordite as the Graf Spee opened fire with her 11inch guns on her
pursuers, the Panzerschiffe speeding for the horizon in an attempt to
distance herself and escape into the vast ocean. Captain Langsdorff was
fearful these enemy ships might be the forward scouts of a British
Battleship which would out gun her with 15 inch cannons.


			     To be continued.


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