Date: Mon, 04 Oct 2004 16:57:45 +1000
From: james robinson <justjames17@hotmail.com>
Subject: The Atlantic Express Part 1

This story is purely fiction; it is the product of my twisted little brain.
It contains sexual acts between men and if you don't like this type of tale
you'd better go somewhere else, if you are under the legal age to read this
then you too had better leave and if it's illegal to read this in your
country of residence well you know what to do, don't you?
All comments, ideas etc gratefully accepted at justjames17@hotmail.com, all
emails answered except flames which will be extinguished on receipt.


                  The Atlantic Express,
               justjames17.


The docks at Southampton were crammed with shipping of all types, from
ancient coal burning cargo ships to modern diesel powered vessels, all
busily loading rubble from the bomb sites of London to transport across the
pond to the United States of America, to be used as land fill. Our
struggling nation was at war with the might of the German armed forces they
had invaded Poland then France and taken Paris with lightning speed and our
expeditionary force was pushed back to the beaches of Dunkirk where by a
miracle they had been saved and returned to our shores minus their munitions
and heavy weaponry.

We were reliant on the Americans for supplies of equipment and munitions as
our small air force battled with the much more numerous Luftwaffe as they
attempted to bomb England into submission or to weaken us sufficiently to
invade us across the Channel. Our convoys across the Atlantic were under
attack by the German U-boats and they savaged our merchant ships
consistently, torpedoing them and sending them into the depths of the ocean.

America had leant us some old World War One 4 stacker destroyers, these old
vessels were well past their use by date but were pressed into the fray to
try and protect the convoys. I was the Captain of one of these well worn
boats as the Yanks called them, she was built in 1915 and was now 27 years
old and had steamed many thousands of miles in her hey day then been
mothballed for 20 years in San Diego. The U.S. President, Roosevelt had
finangled a deal to supply these destroyers to the U.K. under a lend lease
scheme as the U.S.A. was strictly a noncombatant at the time and couldn't be
seen to be actively engaging in the conflict.

Our destroyer now renamed HMS Spring Thorpe was fully stored and ready for
sea as we awaited the convoy to begin moving down river to form up off shore
into the three columns for the long slow voyage across the unpredictable
Atlantic. Our 4 tall funnels were sending shimmering heat waves into the air
as we steamed slowly down river past bombed and burnt out warehouses,
destroyed by the regular bombing blitzes of the German air force. It was a
relief in a way to get away from the danger of being bombed daily while tied
to the shore, even though our guns added to the antiaircraft fire trying to
blow the bombers from the sky, it was a helpless feeling tied up watching
the black bombs whistling down towards our heads.

The minesweeping trawlers were moving ahead of us, their Para vanes streamed
searching for the mines possibly dropped at night, from bombers especially
equipped to carry these devilish horned monstrosities. We steamed slowly
along and the trawler on the right hooked a mine bringing it to the surface
where sharp shooters with rifles fired at it trying to hit a horn to explode
the mine, one bullet connected and with an ear shattering explosion it
erupted sending a plume of water over 50 feet into the air as the deck shook
beneath our feet. We sailed past the disturbed muddy area of the mine's
death and kept moving down river, behind us the first ships of the convoy
appeared heading down astern of us.

We began to patrol offshore searching for any submarine that may be lurking
there trying to pick off a ship as they left the estuary, the rest of the
escorts were following suite prowling back and forth their asdic sets
pulsing through the murky water. No sign of anything hiding below was found
as we worked further and further off shore, the ships steamed out and began
to form up in their positions, we had to sort out many arguments between
captains over who was in front of who but eventually all was sorted out as
we continued to sail further offshore. The ships waddled along at a steady
10 knots over the grey lumpy seas, the errant white caps dashing across the
surface in the 15knot breeze.

The escort force consisted of a heavy cruiser, 1 armed merchant cruiser, 6
destroyers and 4 of the new Flower class corvettes, we were worried about
reports of a German capital ship being operated as a raider and prayed we
didn't meet up with her as we steamed towards America. The German ship was
equipped with 15inch guns capable of hitting us from the horizon, far beyond
the capabilities of our 4inch guns and even the cruisers 8 inchers would
scarcely dint her heavy armour plate from that range. The merchant cruiser
was a converted passenger liner which had been altered to accept 6 inch guns
along her decks, she was a sitting duck in a fight with her massive hull and
upper works but her crew were British Navy and she was as game as you could
find.

The beginning of the trip was calm and peaceful, we were escorted by
Sunderland flying boats, nick named the flying porcupines due to their many
machine guns, they were equipped for attacking submarines and carried depth
charges which they dropped with great skill and had sent quite a number of
subs to the bottom. Eventually we were too far offshore for the lumbering
planes and we were now on our own, we steamed on unmolested into the
gradually mounting seas as the wind slowly increased. We were soon beginning
to throw spray over our bows as we nosed into the building waves, the
smaller corvettes were bouncing about and I was glad to be on the larger
destroyer even though she was much older.

The merchantmen were ploughing along unflurried by the building seas their
bluff bows smashing the seas down as they trampled over the unruly waves.
Our vessel curtsied and cavorted as we rolled and knifed through the 10foot
swells, the cruiser was knifing through the building waves almost unmoved,
her sharp bows slitting the water into two curving bow waves foaming along
her camouflaged hull. We sailed unmolested for four days before the first U
boat found us and she sent 4 torpedoes speeding through the water to slam
into one tanker and a cargo ship, the nearest destroyer sounded her siren
and started down the fading wakes of the tin fish. A corvette pulled away
and rolled after her to assist in tracking down the unseen marauder, we
steamed on as the tanker stopped in her tracks bow down, the sea flooded her
forward tank while smoke poured skywards, a second corvette moved to her
side to take off her crew before she sank. The corvette had hardly stopped
when there was a mighty explosion and the tanker blew up taking the escort
ship with her in the conflagration.

We saw the corvette heel over then her magazine exploded in the intense heat
and both vessels and their crews disappeared as if they had never existed,
the air full of flying pieces of steel and wreckage slicing through the air.
I crossed myself and said a quick prayer for those poor men and turned to
check out the limping cargo ship, her port bow was showing the impact as
there was a huge hole in her forward locker area, her anchor was running out
uncontrolled the sound of the rapidly moving chain rattling loudly. The
anchor reached the end of the chain and the force ripped the shackle from
it's fastening in the steel deck and the whole lot disappeared into the
depths as the ship sailed on.

We left the area as our two hunters steamed back and forth searching for the
cunning attacker, the convoy sailed on and we were attacked three more times
losing six more ships including another of our own, a destroyer, sent to the
bottom after being split in two by the disruptive force of a U boat's
torpedo. The weather remained kind to us and we finally arrived in New York
sailing past the Statue of Liberty and tying up in the docks to await the
unloading and reloading of the convoy.

I decided to go ashore to see the sights and found that the American people
were unbelievably friendly and I was amazed that the whole city was lit up
at night like a Christmas tree, so different to our poor old England with
it's black out and damaged buildings. I couldn't spend my own money, as the
barmen wouldn't accept it, drinks were free when they saw my uniform and the
other patrons mobbed me asking about the war and how England was faring
under the blitz.

I was becoming quietly intoxicated as the drinks flowed and I found one guy
who stuck by me all through the evening, he was about 18 or 19 tall with jet
black hair very slim build and dressed casually in slacks a white shirt with
a sleeveless pullover. He stood close by me with one thigh pressed to mine
and I could feel the heat emanating through his trousers as his leg touched
mine, I flicked my eyes down quickly to look at his crotch and saw a
definite swelling there. He had unblemished tanned skin and very white
straight teeth along with the brightest green eyes I have ever seen, I was
captivated by his eyes as they sparkled merrily when he talked animatedly.

His tanned skin was another draw as I was used to our pale tired English
people, sleeping in the tube at nights to avoid being killed in their beds,
the sight of his youthful healthy beauty was drawing me to him as he chatted
away. His name was Henry, he was an actor on Broadway and was in between
rolls so said he could enjoy my company unreservedly, he asked if I would
like to have dinner with him and I quickly agreed saying that I would be
delighted to keep him company. We left the bar together and he grasped my
elbow steering me through the milling pedestrians I thought we would go to a
restaurant but instead he led me to fine a brownstone building where we
entered and stepped into the lift riding up to the third floor. The lift
stopped and we walked down a plush carpeted hallway where he unlocked a door
ushering me into an apartment, it was beautifully furnished with expensive
leather furniture and antiques, the wall paneling was polished red cedar
timber. The tall ceilings with heavy plaster moldings sported crystal
chandeliers, which reflected in the highly polished timber.

He saw the expression on my face as I studied my surroundings and said, "
It's my parent's apartment but they live in Florida, so I have full use of
it as they seldom come to New York these days. Dad is a Movie Director and
Producer and spends his time mainly between Hollywood and Palm Springs, so I
have full run here in the Big Apple."

I looked in wonder at the opulent surroundings then said, " I'd better
introduce myself I'm Charles Wentworth, I'm 32 years old and as you already
know I'm a British Naval Officer, and that's about all I can tell you due to
the war."

He told me how he felt honored to be able to extend his hospitality to me
then led me to the lounge I sat down, the soft leather squeaking beneath me
and he asked if I would like another drink while he organized dinner. I
thanked him and he poured a Scotch and added ice to the glass, he handed it
to me his hand lingering on mine as I grasped the glass. I felt a thrill run
through my tired body as his smooth fingers slid slowly from mine as he
turned and walked through a doorway into what had to be the kitchen, he
said, " Stay there you need the rest I wont be long just sit back and
relax."

I sat back sinking into the smooth leather and placed my glass down on the
coffee table, my head touched the back of the lounge and in seconds I felt
the tensions of our convoy easing, I was soon dozing peacefully, his
preparations in the kitchen didn't disturb me and I drifted into a sound
asleep. I dreamt I was in bed and someone was sucking on my penis and I
wriggled on the couch sighing in my dream state, the feeling continued until
my body was on fire and I felt ready to explode. My eyes opened to see his
black hair bobbing over my groin, I jerked in shock then my balls drew up
tight and I felt the incredible urge as they expelled their thick pent up
load up my swollen cock. The young man was sucking my semen as if his life
depended on it, I lunged up forcing my tool into his hungry mouth to flood
his warm throat with my pent up juices.

I lounged back gasping as he siphoned my balls dry, his deep green sensuous
eyes locked on mine, my body trembled as my tired brain reeled from the
sensory overload, I was quivering like a jelly as he slowly stretched my now
empty flaccid penis up with his mouth, his lips locked to my soft tube. He
opened his ruby lips and let my cock drop back to land wetly on my thigh; I
realized he had pulled my trousers and underwear down while I was asleep. My
uniform jacket and shirt were undone exposing my almost hairless torso, his
soft smooth hands were rubbing my chest and playing with my excited nipples
as I quivered and panted under his sexual manipulations.

He smiled up at me as his tongue traveled across his sensuous lips savoring
the taste of my sperm, he nodded to himself and said softly, " My God you
must have been saving that load up for days, you nearly drowned me when you
blew your load."

I grinned at him and said, " Yes it has been 10 days since I have relieved
the pressure, the trip across was too tiring and my nerves were on edge the
whole time and that's not conducive to wanking my pud."

He grinned again and said, " I'm glad that you had been celibate on the trip
over because you certainly gave me all I could ask and you obviously enjoyed
the experience greatly."

I nodded and cleared my throat nervously saying, " Yes I did enjoy you
sucking me off as I've never had anyone do that before. I have never found a
woman who would put her mouth on my penis and I've only wanked myself in the
past."

He smiled proudly and said, " So you enjoyed my mouth then did you?"

I nodded and said, " Immensely, I wish I'd found a man like you before, it
would have made me incredibly happy, instead of chasing the elusive woman of
my dreams. Do you do this with many other men?"

He replied seriously, " No I've only done this with one other guy in my
life, he was much older and he sought me out when I was a 13 year old. He
took me to his bed and had sex with me, he taught me all the pleasures two
men could enjoy and he died last year when he fell or was pushed beneath a
subway train. He left me all his wealth and he wasn't a poor person so I'm
independently wealthy in my own right now, he was a marvelous person who
loved me intensely and I reciprocated his feelings. We were lovers for six
years and I wouldn't have missed it for anything."

His face showed the sadness he felt at the loss of his lover, I reached out
my hand and caressed his smooth bronzed cheek and he nestled his handsome
face into my hand and then kissed my palm, I was deeply touched by his
sincere move and wanted to hug him to my chest. I sat forward wrapped him in
my arms and hugged him warmly, he sighed deeply and I felt the trickle of
his tears running down my bared chest as he gave a shudder then sobbed. I
kissed his forehead and said, " Please don't cry Henry, I'm sorry I stirred
up sorrowful memories for you, I didn't mean to hurt you."

He sobbed softly and my hands caressed his back as I whispered softly into
his ear, he calmed finally as his sobs diminished and he raised his face to
mine, his eyes red and wet with his tears as he brushed his lips across
mine. My whole psyche was rocked to the core by the fleeting butterfly touch
of his sweet lips, I felt unbelievably lost as I gazed into his moist limpid
orbs, I seemed to be falling irrevocably into the emerald depths. I bent to
his face and pressed my salt hardened lips to his and reciprocated his kiss
but firmer and more feverishly, he sighed and opened his soft lips to my
exploring tongue and he swallowed it into the heavenly warmth of his wet
orifice.

I was lost to the incredible sensations as his tongue invaded my mouth and
we both began to taste each other, our appendages twisting and entwining
about one another, the faint taste of my semen in his mouth stirred my loins
and I felt my limp penis stirring again excitedly. He avidly sucked on my
tongue trying to swallow it into his throat as I pushed firmly against his
lips, our breathing was becoming rapid and the air was whistling through our
nostrils as we gasped for oxygen, our hearts pounding once again in our
chests.

We separated finally to look at one another trying to understand what was
occurring I had never felt this way in all my 32 years on this planet, I had
never really looked at men as sexual objects although the sight of a well
filled pair of trousers always caused me to look twice. I must admit the
sight of some of my young crew members dressed in their going ashore uniform
in their tight bell bottomed trousers did stir me unintentionally, some of
those handsome well endowed lads were very attractive but I'd never really
had erotic thoughts about them. It was more an appreciation of male beauty
but not sexual in intent, I'm sure after meeting Henry this would change
incredibly. He was opening my eyes to the world of homosexuality, something
I hadn't thought about since boarding school when I was a youngster. There
of course it was boys being boys messing about learning about their bodies
and their sexual play was mainly experimental in nature, although looking
back all those years I'm sure some of the older protagonists were quite
probably homosexual, as they seemed to instigate the play with us younger
boys.

I still vividly remember the night the senior border, a 17 year old, came
into our room and slipped into bed with my friend Robert, pulled off his
pajamas and then proceeded to insert his not insignificant penis into
Robbie's small anus. I can still hear the anguished sounds that filled our
room as the lad had his way with the 10 year old, poor Robert was crying out
in pain until the lad muffled his mouth by stuffing his briefs in to silence
his screams. I lay there rigid with fear as I heard Robert's muffled sounds
and could hear the slap of flesh on flesh as the older lad pounded into my
friend's rear end.

We never discussed what happened as it was too embarrassing but after that
Robert seemed to change, he became much quieter with me and at nights he
would often wait until lights out then get up and sneak out going I knew not
where. One night I followed him quietly down the silent passages till he
reached a room at the far end, he tapped on the door and waited till he was
told to enter and when he opened the door I heard the voices of several of
the senior boarders laughing and saying here is our little sex toy now we
can have fun.

I believe Robbie was now fully initiated into their sexual play and he was
no longer a friend to me, it upset me considerably to lose my roommate that
way but he wouldn't talk to me about his problems anymore. Robbie ended up
hanging himself in the bathroom one night, I found him nude swinging limply
from a railing with the cord from his dressing gown tied around his slim
throat and it left an indelible memory in my mind. The ensuing fuss had
police crawling about our school and they found a note from Robbie telling
us that he couldn't take the abuse and naming the four senior lads who were
having sex with him. The seniors were expelled from the school and the last
I saw of them they were being loaded into a police van then it drove away
and they were never seen again.

This experience frightened me badly, and the picture of my poor young
friends distorted discoloured face hanging in the bathroom stayed with me to
this day. I think the experience caused my brain to automatically suppress
my homosexuality and caused my celibacy until now. Henry was arousing my
passions incredibly and my body was responding accordingly, I wanted him to
take me to bed so we could love one another but I was too confused to
express my desires to him. Henry stood up as if he read my befuddled brain
and pulled me to my feet causing my trousers to slip to the floor covering
my feet, I kicked them off as he began to lead me towards a hallway.

We walked down and reached the first doorway, he pulled me gently inside and
I saw a huge double bed which dominated the room, he led me across and began
to strip off my jacket, collar, tie and shirt till I was standing there
completely naked my penis standing out at right angles to my groin. Henry
began stripping off slowly and sensuously making me tremble excitedly, I had
seen women do strip teases before but this was something else he was so
lithe, well muscled and tanned, his skin gleamed in the light as if oiled, I
was nearly passing out as my body began to tremble and overheat. He had no
tan lines at all and I wondered where he sun bathed in the nude, I was to
find out later on but till then I just lapped up the incredible sight of his
youthful body as he gyrated in front of me undressing.

Henry stripped naked and slowly weaved back and forth hypnotically like a
cobra rising from the basket of a snake charmer playing his flute, he slowly
approached me until I could feel his body heat on my pale white flesh. He
slid his bronzed arms around my hips and pulled me to him our turgid cocks
rubbed together as our bodies touched, I gasped then I kissed him feverishly
gyrating my hips and rubbing my enraged cock against his groin. He returned
my passion and we lip locked as we both gyrated together, his hands slid
down my back slowly sensuously till he cupped my arse cheeks. He began to
play and knead them as I became more and more aroused, my penis was aching
and my balls hurt incredibly as our hands frantically explored each other's
bodies.

My legs began to turn to jelly and I fell backwards pulling Henry with me
onto the cool black satin sheets, Henry rolled off me and slid to the floor
pushing my legs apart and opening my crotch to his view, he knelt there, a
look of hunger and admiration on his youthful face. I couldn't believe that
such a handsome obviously well to do young man could be interested in a
tired worn out old sailor like me, he could have his choice of men but for
some unfathomable reason he fancied me. I smiled at him and he grinned back
saying, " I'm so happy I was in that bar tonight, I met you the sexiest
sailor on the high seas, how lucky was I?"

I laughed and said, " Lucky I can't believe you think you are lucky, I'm no
great catch Henry, I'm just a plain old worn out sailor, who needs a break
from the traumatic action out on the oceans."

Henry looked deeply into my eyes and said, " No Charles you are a special
person I knew it as soon as I saw you in the bar, there is something
enigmatic about you but you exude sexuality from every pore of your stunning
body."

I shook my head and he laughed then bowed to my crotch his wet tongue laved
my lower abdomen, licking and stabbing into my navel as I squirmed on the
couch, he worked his way up to my chest where he sucked and tongued on my
nipples causing my body to tense and my whole system went into overdrive. I
was now completely under his control as he played my body like a stringed
instrument, his dancing tongue caressing my strings as he teased his way
slowly down towards my aching throbbing genitals. My penis as hard as steel
the blood surging through it maintaining my erection as Henry slowly licked
his way back down my tensed twitching abdominal muscles.

He found my uncovered leaking helmet resting just above my navel and he
licked across the oozing piss slit, a high voltage charge ran through my
groin and exploded outwards through my body. His wet warm lips slid over my
spongy knob pushing the foreskin down over the flared rim of my helmet, my
glans was sending screaming messages to my brain as Henry swallowed my penis
slowly into his warm wet mouth. The feeling of my purple knob impacting on
his silken throat made me groan as I almost swooned in pleasure, I bucked
hard into his mouth and he swallowed me deeply into his gullet.

I was suspended in a blissful haze of sheer undiluted pleasure as Henry's
throat muscles worked my virginal penis, my body arching and retreating as I
plunged into his wet warm silken manipulating throat. I was moaning loudly
as he sucked on my cock, the wet slurping sounds matching the incredibly
erotic motions as he enjoyed me, I was panting hard in what seemed like
seconds, he murmured around my fat shaft give me your load the vibrations in
his throat as he spoke caused me to climax as my gonads let loose my pent up
load. Henry drank my semen as if it was a fine wine and once I was emptied
he pulled off me smacking his lips and running his sexy tongue across his
pink lips.

I lay back my eyes slitted, my chest heaving and my empty 7incher twitching
as it bounced still excitedly trying to fire some extra rounds but it's
magazines were both empty. My shrunken balls slipped back down stretching my
tight scrotum until they nestled on the bed between my thighs, Henry knelt
there a satisfied smile on his handsome face as he said, " Oh Charles that
was some load you released it must have been dammed up for weeks, I loved
every drop of your juices now I suppose I'd better finish getting a meal
together for you, you must be starving by now."

I nodded languidly still coming down from the sexual heights Henry had sent
me to, my body completely relaxed on the bed as my breathing returned to
normal, Henry looked at me and asked, " Would you like a cigarette? I
desperately need one myself after that incredible sex you gave me."

I nodded and replied, " Yes thank you Henry, thank you so much for what you
just did I hope you enjoyed it as much as I did."

He grinned as he fished two Camel cigarettes from the soft packet on the
bedside cupboard; placing the two untipped cigarettes in his mouth after
tapping them on the flat wooden top he lit them with a Zippo lighter. I had
seen these lighters used by the American servicemen I had worked with before
the war and loved them they were much better than matches, which blew out so
easily in the breeze. I vowed I would see if I could purchase one while in
the States, he passed me a lit cigarette and I felt the moistness from his
lips on the end as I sucked in a huge gout of the rich smoke. I loved the
idea that his sweet lips had touched and encompassed my cigarette before
mine, and my penis twitched as I puffed on the pungent tobacco.

Henry stood up and asked, " What would you like to eat Charles? You name it
we've got it."

I looked at him and said, " Have you any fresh eggs? I'm completely sick of
the powdered reconstituted eggs we get in England, I so miss the thick runny
yolk when I break through the thin membrane of the egg."

My mouth was watering as I thought of the taste of fresh eggs and he grinned
at me saying, " Well that sounds like a meal idea, how about a nice thick
rump steak with fresh eggs and vegetables?"

My body so tormented since the war started by strict rationing leapt at the
thought of a meal such as he offered, my face lit up as I smiled widely
nodding enthusiastically as my saliva glands began working overtime. He bent
down kissed me on the lips passing a mouthful of smoke into my mouth and I
inhaled it hungrily knowing it had come from inside his sexy young body. He
turned and walked towards the door as my eyes coursed over his rear end as
it swayed erotically, the muscles tensing and relaxing as he walked slowly
away, I'm sure he was putting on a show for my hungry eyes as he walked. His
body moved fluidly and so sexily as I devoured him with my eyes.

My mind conjured up the hidden wonders between his powerfully muscled arse
cheeks and I vowed I would investigate the depths of his deep cleft later
after we had enjoyed our meal, he would be the desert and my tongue was
itching to discover the tastes of his body. I lay back till I had finished
the cigarette then stubbed it out in the ornate ash tray on the cupboard, I
lay there my torso propped on my elbows as I stared at the doorway he had
walked through, I could discern the sounds of him working in the kitchen and
I decided I'd get up and go to assist him preparing dinner.

Sauntering out into the kitchen I was greeted by the charming sight of a
naked stud wearing an apron to protect his jewels from the cooking, the
sight of the wondrously bronzed arse cheeks peeking from the pure white
apron was one of the most erotic images I'd ever witnessed. My cock stirred
and I hurried across to kneel behind Henry my hands clasped his prominent
pelvic bones as I began to kiss the warm bulging orbs of his divine arse.
Henry moaned and nearly thrust his genitals into the lit gas; he stopped
with a jerk just short of the edge of the enameled stove as the handle of
the frying pan poked him in the navel.

Henry giggled and said, " Careful lover you nearly caused a disaster then,
you surely don't want me to fry my cock and balls for your meal as well do
you?"
I shook my head and said, " No I want to eat them raw, then your sperm will
serve as my desert and how tasty that will be I'm sure."

Henry wriggled in my grasp and pushed his muscular bottom back into my face
as I kissed the cleavage dividing his mounded muscles, I inhaled the scents
issuing from the depths of his crack and ran my tongue gently jestingly down
the outside edge of his crevice. Henry moaned aloud and said, " Please
Charles wait till after dinner when we can go back to bed and really enjoy
each other completely."

I nodded with my tongue out dabbing up and down his aromatic warm flesh, and
then I stood up and slid my arms around his waist, feeling his erection
hidden under the apron as I pulled him back against me. I nestled my lips
into the joint between his throat and shoulder kissing the smooth warm flesh
as my eyes watched his heartbeat in the prominent jugular vein in the side
of his silken throat. I slid my tongue up this pulsing pathway and nibbled
on the fleshy lobe of his ear, Henry quivered and gasped loudly as my teeth
nipped him then as my tongue tip invaded his ear hole he nearly had an
orgasm on the spot.

He dropped the utensil he was using to flip the eggs and staggered against
me moaning as his knees gave out and I had to support him until he regained
his composure. He turned his flushed face to mine and we lip locked as our
eager tongues tangled together, our passionate kisses, a flurry as we
frantically kissed like woodpeckers hammering a tree. He pulled back and
said, " Oh Charles please calm down or I'll orgasm here and now please relax
until after we've eaten our dinner then I'm all yours to do what you want."

I grinned self consciously and backed off a little allowing Henry to get on
with the chore of cooking, I asked where the crockery and cutlery were and
began to set the table, Henry asked me to get a bottle of Red wine and open
it to air at room temperature. He told me to go through the door in the
corner, which led to the wine cellar. Opening the door I found the light
switch and turned it on, making my way down the racks my skin began to
develop goose bumps as the chill air caressed my body, I wandered along the
many racks containing bottles of wine, chose a good French claret and
hurried back up to the warmth of the kitchen.

Henry looked over as he heard me shut the door and he laughed uproariously
as he stared at my cold reduced penis, it's fat purple head peering from the
thick thatch of my pubic hair instead of protruding about 4 inches outwards.
I looked down and blushed in embarrassment at my shrunken manhood saying, "
Well it is very cool there in your wine cellar, how come it's like that?"

Henry said, " It's a quirk in the design of the building, that inner room is
always much cooler than the surrounding rooms and it's insulated heavily, it
makes an ideal storage area for wine and on a hot summer day it is a relief
to go in there and I often sit in there to cool off for a while and escape
New York's heat."

The meal was ready and we sat at the table with alacrity, I was almost
drooling at the sight and aroma of the superbly cooked fare, my eyes locked
on the two white and golden eggs staring back at me from the plate. Henry
grinned at me and said, " Tuck in Charles before it cools off, I'm sure your
ration deprived body is well able to handle that meal."

I fell to and hungrily devoured the superb meal and found I had finished
long before Henry who was watching my ravenous attack on the food and
smiling at my obvious enjoyment as I scoffed the tasty fare. I sat back
rubbing my naked stomach and said, " Oh Henry that was superb you should be
a chef in an International hotel, that is the best meal I've tasted in years
my friend."

He grinned as he chewed on a mouthful, swallowed then blushed and said, "
Thank you kind sir I appreciate your compliment but watching you enjoy your
dinner was compliment enough."

I raised my crystal wine glass and toasted Henry then sipped on the wine, it
too was superb and I rolled it about my mouth tasting it before swallowing
the ruby red grape."

Henry finished eating and we placed the plates into the sink after rinsing
them off, Henry poured two cups of coffee then suggested we adjourn to the
bedroom again and relax to allow our dinner to settle. We sauntered into the
bedroom our flaccid cocks swinging back and forth as we walked, reaching the
slightly rumpled bed we sat and drank the steaming coffee, even this was
magical after the muck we had to suffer in the old country when we could
find or buy it.

We finished the coffee and placed the cups on the bedside cupboard and lay
back kissing gently and hugging warmly together.


Here we leave the story, please let me know if you wish to hear more.