Date: Wed, 22 Mar 2006 23:57:54 -0800 (PST)
From: james robinson <juzjamie17@yahoo.com>
Subject: The Atlantic Express, Final Chapter.

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     The Atlantic Express, Final Chapter,                  by justjames17.


Charles was ensconced in the military hospital after being wounded and
losing his second destroyer, his wound soon healed but some damage had been
done to his nervous system causing his left led to drag and making him
limp. He was champing at the bit to get out and go home to where Bradley,
his steward, was awaiting his arrival after preparing the old manor house
for his arrival. Charles was seated in the sunlight outside in the garden
reading the war news when he felt a hand touch his shoulder. He turned his
head to see Tom Wilson standing there on crutches grinning at him. Tom
saluted his ex Captain and said, "How are you sir? Long time no see."

Charles stood up winced from the sudden movement as he wobbled on the
uncertain leg then hugged his friend who he'd last seen in hospital before
the commissioning of the HMS Berber. Tom was a friend and sexual companion
even though he was only an Able Seaman on the old Spring Thorpe, Charles
was overjoyed to see him again and they sat together while Charles told him
of the loss of the Berber. Tom listened sadly hearing of the attack and the
huge loss of life then decided to brighten the mood by telling Charles that
he'd heard from his lover, Richard in America.

He had written to Tom telling him that his friend and Charles' lover
Richard was being shipped across to England with the troops to prepare for
the invasion of Europe. Charles grinned happy to hear that both the young
Yanks were alive and well and wondered if he would get any mail from
Richard when he arrived. Tom then told Charles he was on extended leave due
to his injuries which were extensive after the bomb had blown the hotel up
with him in it, he had multiple fractures in both legs and they were still
encased in plaster.

Charles then asked Tom if he could come down and stay with him at the
manor, he wondered if Tom could get away or was he forced to stay in London
where the doctors could keep an eye on him. Tom said that he was free to go
with him as long as he kept in touch with the hospital and came up to the
city for regular check ups. Charles was overjoyed and told Tom that Bradley
was waiting for him to be discharged as he had gone there when they had
arrived back from the disaster. They left the garden together after Charles
told Tom about young Martin Bryce his protege on the Berber who he'd
introduced to sex and was recuperating from his wounds in the same
hospital. They walked Charles using his walking sticks, Tom hobbling on his
crutches, to the ward where Bryce reposed propped up on starched white
pillows looking wistfully out the window. Tom saw the blonde tousled headed
young sailor and he turned to Charles saying, "My God sir, you certainly
can pick them, he is like an angel what a stunning lad."

Charles smiled and Bryce turned at the sound of Tom's voice saw his captain
approaching and broke into a beaming smile, Charles smiled back and
introduced Tom to the younger lad. Charles sat in a chair while Tom parked
his arse on the edge of the bed stretching out his injured legs and resting
his crutches on the edge of the bed. They chatted for some time about their
hospital experiences and Charles told Bryce he was going to be released the
next week. The lad looked sad at the news but Charles told him that as soon
as he was discharged he was to come down to the manor house to finish his
recuperation. Bryce perked up at this news and Charles took his hand in his
own holding it and gently squeezing it.

Tom's hand was resting on the boy's thigh and he could see the mound of the
teen's cock growing rapidly under the sheet, they were on their own in the
ward and Tom couldn't resist rubbing the palm of his hand across the
pulsing penis. Bryce blushed crimson and looked at Charles to see his
commanding officer smiling his approval. Tom was pleasantly surprised at
the size of the lad's appendage and commented to the embarrassed young man
how nice his package felt. Charles reached out his hand and brushed the
hair from Bryce's forehead then he pulled himself up and stood bending
across to kiss Bryce on his lips, he told the boy that he and Tom had to
leave but they would all get together as soon as possible at the manor
house.

They left the ward and Charles escorted Tom to the front entrance where
they hugged warmly and said farewell, Charles watched Tom hobble off on his
crutches and thought back to their past pleasures in the United States,
South America, and on board the old Spring Thorpe. They had been through so
much together and Charles loved Tom like a younger brother, he watched Tom
disappear amongst the crowd and turned back through the entrance of the
Hospital. His side ached a little from all the movement and he decided to
lie down and rest until the next meal arrived.

Charles lay on his bed and reminisced on his life since joining the Navy
and soon fell asleep dreaming of Henry in America, Henry was in theatre and
being young and exceptionally talented he had been a great success in
theatrical circles. Charles fondly remembered his visits to New York and
the hospitality and incredible sex he had enjoyed with Henry while waiting
to convoy back the steamers loaded with military supplies. The rest of the
day passed swiftly as Charles body recovered from the earlier stress he'd
put on it and by evening he felt as good as gold and his mind again
returned to his discharge so he could travel down to his home in beautiful
countryside away from the noise and stress of the bustling city.

Charles' night was filled with dreams of sex, he thought of the young
German seaman on the Graf Spee who had been eager and willing to
participate in sex with both he and Tom. The blonde lad had been terrified
of his peers finding out his sexual proclivity but had been an incredibly
sensual partner taking cock from both ends as well as giving as well as he
received. The lad had been so repressed that he exploded when given the
chance to participate with his prisoners. Charles felt sad once again as he
remembered the lad had died in the naval battle off the River Platte, a
beautiful young life cut off in its prime.

Morning disturbed his dreams as the nurses began clattering about the ward
dispensing medicine to various patients and Charles sat up watching their
progress. He looked across at the bed opposite to his, the poor lad had
been brought in during the night while Charles was asleep, he was a pilot
who had been shot down over the Channel. His Spitfire had caught fire after
a dog fight with a German fighter and the boy had been trapped in the
cockpit as the plan dived towards the water. He had finally escaped the
burning plane to parachute down splashing into the cold water, his body
terribly scorched and burnt by the flames he was lucky to inflate his
dinghy and crawl into it before collapsing unconscious.

A patrol launch had seen his plight and motored quickly to his position
rescuing him and carefully lifting his nearly naked body on board had raced
at full speed back to base and transferred him to an ambulance. The lad was
in terrible shape with terrible birns to 6o% of his body, legs arms face
and torso charred, the skin peeling from the superating flesh as the
hospital staff treated him. Charles looked at the pitiable ight the boy was
swathed in bandages only his nostrils and eyes visible. He was dosed
heavily with morphine to ease his pain but still his laboured breathing and
moans echoed across to Charles as he lay there pitying the lad. The nurse
came to Charles and asked him how he felt and he told her he was fine and
asked about the young pilot opposite, she told him his story and whispered
that the doctors doubted he would survive the day as his lungs had been
seared when he'd inhaled the flames when his oxygen cylinder had exploded
in the fire.

Charles felt the tears forming in his eyes on hearing this sad news and he
said a few prayers asking the Lord to make his passing easy and that he be
taken into God's protection. Breakfast was brought in but Charles after
hearing about the pilot couldn't face eating and told the girl to take it
away, he got out of bed and walked across to the pilot and sat next to his
bed talking softly to the unconscious lad. He could smell the sickening
aroma of cooked flesh even through the bandages as he sat there
communicating to the boy, he didn't know if he could hear him but he felt
comfort attempting it.

Lunch arrived and Charles hunger got the better of him so he left the lad's
bed and returned to his and ate the food, whilst eating he kept glancing
back across the ward to the lad's bed, He watched the laboured breathing as
the boy's chest rose and fell slowly, suddenly the boy gasped raggedly his
torso arched slightly and sank back still on the bed, Charles crossed
himself and prayed to God to accept the boy knowing he had passed away. He
pressed the bell push and the nurses appeared checked the lad's vital signs
then wheeled the bed from the ward. Charles sat there weeping quietly and
then pushed his tray aside and left the ward hobbling outside into the
hospital's garden on his sticks where he sat sadly thinking of all the
vital young lives senselessly sacrificed to the war.

An hour or so passed with Charles moodily sitting in the garden staring
into space when a nurse appeared bringing him a letter, he took it thanked
her and tore the envelope open unthinkingly then unfolded the pages and
began to read the contents. It took a little time to penetrate the sombre
mood he was feeling but as he read he realised it was from Henry, it was a
month and a half old and was telling him that Henry was being sent to
England and hoping he would be able to meet him after he arrived. It stated
that he would be in England in a few weeks and in fact when Charles worked
it out he realised Henry was in all probability already here.

Charles mood brightened and he wondered how he could find out where Henry
was stationed but realised it would be difficult under the security due to
the war. He wracked his brain trying to think of a plan to ascertain
Henry's whereabouts but couldn't think of an easy way of doing it. He felt
frustrated to say the least knowing Henry was somewhere in the British
Isles close by and that he couldn't find where.

The day passed in frustration and that night Charles tossed and turned on
his bed unable to sleep as his roiling brain went round and round in
circles. Daylight found Charles with dark circles around his eyes and in a
crotchety mood when breakfast arrived, on his tray was another letter, he
grabbed it eagerly ripping the envelope open when he saw Henry's name on
the back. It was a short note dated five days ago saying he was in England
stationed near Southampton and asking if he could see Charles soon if he
was in England and not at sea.

Charles immediately asked for a pad and pen, which the nurse supplied, and
he quickly wrote a note in reply telling Henry that he was in hospital and
where it was saying he'd love to see him if he could get away. He sealed
the envelope and gave it to the nurse to post for him as excitement raced
through him. At the thought that Henry was hopefully going to visit him in
a few days. Charles was like a caged panther all day he couldn't sit still
and by evening his wound was aching badly from his constant movement, the
nurses gave him some pain killer and he lay back on the bed soon sound
asleep, the night passed in dreamless slumber and he awoke next morning
feeling much better.

The days passed with Charles impatience increasing then on the sixth
morning he heard an American accented voice asking for him at the nurses
station outside the ward. He got off the bed hurried to the door and saw
Henry in his Lieutenants uniform looking incredibly handsome as he smiled
at the nurses who were batting their eyelashes at this good looking
visitor. Charles said excitedly, "Henry you devil its great to see you and
hear your mellifluous voice once again, come let's go for a walk in the
garden outside."

Henry spun around on his heels and his smile broadened as he saw Charles
standing there in his pyjamas and dressing gown, he hurried to him and they
hugged warmly then turned and walked arm in arm to the rear entrance and
out into the garden, Henry supporting the limping Charles. Charles directed
Henry to his quiet area screened by shrubs and bushes where a garden seat
was positioned they hugged and kissed Henry seeking, finding and nearly
swallowing Charles' tongue as he sucked it avidly.

They swapped spittle hungrily their cocks raging hard rubbing together
through their attire as the ground their hips feverishly. Henry pulled his
face back grinning and peering lovingly into Charles' eyes as he said, "Oh
Charles I've desperately wanted to do this for a year since I last saw
you. My God I've missed you terribly, now tell me how did you end up here
in hospital."

Charles related the events leading to his present state and that he would
be getting discharged soon and going home to recuperate, Henry was
overjoyed that Charles wasn't wounded more seriously and told him that
their unit was on training for the next week or so but then he could take
leave and if Charles wished he could come down and see him. Charles was
overjoyed at this news and gave Henry his home address and directions how
to get there by train. Charles asked after Richard, Henry's friend and
found out he had joined the USO an organisation that was touring the world
entertaining the troops.

Charles was overjoyed to hear that Richard wasn't risking his life fighting
as he was too loveable and soft to take that kind of life, Richard was a
total feminine guy who loved sex as Tom could attest. Henry sat with
Charles till the time came for his midday meal and they hugged and kissed
in their quiet niche before walking back into the hospital. Charles asked
the nurse if she could find some dinner for Henry and once Henry smiled at
her she went to water, giggling and said she would see what she could do
returning in a few minutes with a plate of sandwiches. Both men sat on the
bed eating side by side then once dinner was finished they again moved out
into the garden returning to their private nook.

The afternoon passed too quickly as they sat holding hands and chatting
quietly together, finally Henry announced that he had to leave and return
to his base, They stood hugging and kissing then walked together through
the hospital and said farewell on the front steps as Henry climbed into his
jeep and drove away. Charles stood watching him till the vehicle carried
him out of sight his hand raised in farewell a sadness descended on him as
he turned and walked back into his ward and flopped despondently on his
bed. The nurse brought Charles evening meal and he picked at it leaving
most the food untouched.

A second week passed and Charles was discharged and a navy car picked him
up driving him to Victoria station where he climbed aboard the train to go
home. The train trip gave him time to relax and he dozed in the corner of
the carriage his head resting on the window as the train rattled and swayed
through the bomb blasted city and out into the countryside. Charles had
rung Bradley telling him to expect him on the 3.30 pm train and knew he
would be met at the station. The train huffed and puffed into the station
its wheezy whistle announcing its arrival to the countryside.

Charles awoke as the conductor shook his shoulder and announced the station
to him, the conductor reached up and grabbed Charles' bag carrying it for
him to the platform. There Charles thanked him and the man said, "The least
I could do for a wounded war hero sir."

Bradley was standing waiting on the platform a huge smile on his homely
face as he moved to relieve the conductor of Charles' bag, he said, "I have
the car waiting captain its parked right outside the station."

They walked out, Charles limping alongside the older man to the old
Wolseley sedan, Bradley loaded the bag into the boot and opened the door
for his commanding officer helping Charles into the car. He closed the door
and started the car driving off through the narrow village street with the
thatched cottages on each side, the quaint old pub and shops then past the
village church with its square bell tower and small cemetery
alongside. They forded the stream splashing across the shallow causeway and
set off down the road lined with hedgerows guarding the patchwork of
fields. The car entered a wooded area of old Oak trees and then turned into
a gravel drive way between two old stone pillars emblazoned with Charles'
family coat of arms.

They drove up the long driveway to the old manor house sitting amongst the
manicured lawns and gardens, Charles saw young Allen, his neighbours' son
seated on the steps leading to the front door. The lad leapt to his feet
smiling happily and ran to the car to open the door for Charles. He helped
Charles out then handed him his walking sticks while Bradley unloaded the
case from the boot, they both hovered about Charles as he hobbled up the
stairs into the manor. They helped the tired man up to his bedroom where
Charles flopped onto the antique four poster and groaned tiredly, it had
been a trying trip for a man who'd been in hospital for a month. His
strength was low and the numbing pain from his side was persistent, Bradley
and the lad helped Brian out of his uniform and into pyjamas then tucked
him into bed to rest. Charles eyes closed and he was soon asleep, they left
him to rest and returned to the kitchen to talk and relax.

Days passed slowly and Charles gained strength every day as they helped him
walk about the small estate, then the phone rang Bradley hurried to answer
and heard an American voice asking for Charles. Bradley asked, "Is that you
master Henry?"

Henry said it was and Bradley asked him to wait for a moment and went to
bring Charles in to the phone from out on the patio, Charles hobbling as
fast as he could when he heard who was on the phone. He snatched up the
receiver and said, "Henry is it really you?"

Henry laughed and said it was him but he had someone else who wished to
talk to him, there was silence then Charles recognised Richards voice in
his ear. "Richard is that really you? What are you doing here? I thought
you were still in America."

Richard giggled and replied, "It is I, Charles how are you? Henry told me
you are wounded are you ok?"

Charles replied, "I'm ok Richard I'm on the mend and hopefully I'll be
almost 100% in a few weeks. Are you able to swing some time off to come
down with Henry to stay a few days here?"

Richard laughed and said that he couldn't see any great difficulty when he
knew exactly what days Henry could organise his leave on. He said goodbye
and gave the phone back to Henry. He and Charles chatted for some time and
Charles told Henry that Tom was coming down to stay as well but not to tell
Richard as he wanted it to be a surprise. They finally hung up and Bradley
said, "I hope it all comes together smoothly sir."

Charles grinned and hobbled back onto the patio to sit in the sun watching
the ducks swimming on the lake below, Bradley brought out a pot of tea and
Charles asked him to join him in a cup. Bradley hurried in and returned
with a second cup and saucer then poured the tea and sat down passing the
plate of home baked scones he had made towards Charles along with the
strawberry jam and whipped cream. They sat there enjoying the Devonshire
tea in the warm sunshine.

Allen appeared and Charles invited him to join them so Bradley hurried
inside for another cup and saucer while Allen sat and asked Charles how he
was recuperating. Charles frowned and said, "Not as well as I hoped this
damn numbness and limp are annoying me greatly, it just doesn't seem to be
improving at all. The doctors are now saying it might be permanent which
means I won`t be able to return to sea again."

Alan hugged him saying, "Well Charles that means you won't be going into
danger any more which is great, I prayed for you every night while you were
away."

Charles kissed the mob of blonde hair and replied, "Thank you Allen you are
such a sweet lad, your parents must be so proud of you. How are they is
your father still flying bombers?"

Allen nodded saying, "Yes he is and I worry about him desperately there are
so many planes shot down each night."

Charles hugged him and said that he would also pray for his father each
night. They then changed the subject and Allen began regaling Charles with
the sports he was playing at school, rugby and cricket being the main games
but he was also training for the swimming as well. Charles knew Allen was
fit he could feel the strength in his youthful body as he ran his hands up
and down the lad's back, the firm tight mounds of his tight arse filled the
boy's shorts completely. He remembered back to the leave when Tom and he
had enjoyed sex with Allen and how the lad had loved being sexual
especially when taking their cocks up his virginal arse.

He could feel Allen trembling in his grasp and the lad was rubbing his
engorged penis against him, Charles looked into Allen's sparkling eyes and
asked, "Would you like me to suck you off Allen?"

The lad nodded speechlessly and Charles began undoing the buttons of the
lad's shorts and pulling them down his smooth muscular legs, Allen's white
Y fronts bulged damply his perfect young pole oozing juice freely turning
the soft cotton transparent and showing his pink knob clearly. Charles
kissed it tasting the lad then nibbled on the excited cock head, Allen
gasped at the sensuous feeling tingling on the nerve laden spongy
crown. His hands clutched tight on Charles' head as he pushed the cotton
covered tool into the warm wet mouth.

Charles tightened his lips around the throbbing shaft and sucked hard
drawing a small flood of sweet pre cum from Allen's excited pulsating
pole. The taste of this deliciously flowing nectar stimulated Charles
senses and he hooked his thumbs into the tight elastic waist band of the
white underpants, he lifted the band out as he relinquished the lad's
trembling tool sliding the cotton cover down and allowing them to slide to
the lad's feet. He sat there studying the pink prick, its fine smooth skin
shining like satin in the sun as it pulsed strongly to Allen's pounding
heart, the nest of fine spun gold pubes definitely thicker then when last
seen and the tight wrinkled round sack drawn up nestling against the base
of the lad's weapon.

Allen was perfection personified, his cock unmarked by veins was silken
smooth the fine skin showing faint blood vessels as it pulsed in front of
the man's devouring eyes. Charles licked his lips at the sight of this
tasty tool then breathing warm air onto the partly exposed glans he kissed
it his tongue teasing the gaping slit as Allen moaned loudly. The lad
thrust his sword hard, penetrating the awesome orifice as Charles swallowed
him to the hilt rubbing his wet tongue all around the pulsing shaft as
Allen's cock head rubbed on his gullet.

The boy quivered uncontrolled as he pounded Charles' face frantically, his
desperate need to get off controlling his fevered mind, in out hard and
fast his hips thrust in gay abandonment as charles swallowed him
deep. Allen groaned aloud his handsome head thrown back as he delivered a
huge load of red hot sperm into Charles' gulping sucking mouth. Again and
again his body tensed quivering to spurt more teen nectar as Charles took
and swallowed every sweet drop until the lad collapsed jelly kneed onto
Charles' shoulder and lay gasping, panting frantically. Charles kept gently
sucking and working his tongue on the cum tube till every drop was ingested
and Allen's still hard tool screamed for peace, the boy dragged his still
flexing fucker from the warm sucking sensuous scabbard.  Allen gasped his
relief as his cock popped from Charles' mouth and Charles swallowed the lat
dregs of the lads copious discharge, he savoured the lingering flavour as
he watched the lad's penis twitching still in the after glow of his
incredible climax. Allen slowly stood erect and bent to kiss Charles
tasting himself as he French kissed the man, he pulled back and fell to his
knees between Charles' legs fumbling at his fly, He ripped the pants open
freeing Charles massive tool and immediately began slobbering on the hot
hard pole. He coated the cock in saliva before standing and stretching his
legs apart to straddle Charles legs, then reaching behind him he located
the prick to his hot young pucker and began squatting down onto the hard
man meat.

Charles watched the lad's innocent face as it crumpled, grimacing in pain
as he stuffed the fat knob into his tight entrance, Charles moaned as the
sensation of the lad's tight rubber like muscle stretched slowly opening to
accept his glans. The sudden relaxation caused his knob to pop quickly
inside the molten hot hole as the anal muscle squeezed tight again
strangling on his shaft while Allen groaned a shuddering breath. The boy
poised quivering before slowly sinking further down the fat hardness,
Charles now moaned continuously as his throbbing tool was swallowed into
the hot velvet depths of Allen's rectum.

Allen's arse cheeks pressed down on Charles' thighs, as he relaxed to feel
the hot fullness, he smiled at Charles and bent forward to kiss him sweetly
saying, "Oh Charles I forgot how big you are and what a wondrous sensation
it is to have you buried all the way inside me it is fantastic."

Charles kissed him back replying, "Allen you have the tightest sweetest
little arse in the world in all my travels I never felt like this to feel
your body stroking on my cock is truly incredible."

Allen cooed as he began to rise up the rippling rod then poised as the wide
flared cock head nudged his tight muscle rubbing on the excited nerves
before descending once more taking the full immensity as deep as he
could. His motion increased as he began to bob up and down clenching his
ring on the up thrust and relaxing on the down, Charles body was aflame
with lust as his hands clasped the lad's hips lifting him then driving him
back onto the impaling pole until his body responded to the stimulation and
he groaned out, "Oh God I'm cumming, Allen I'm going to fill you with my
love seed."

Allen moaned and tightened his hole which caused him to ejaculate in
sympathy as he felt Charles erupt into his innards in a cataclysmic voiding
of his balls. The lad felt as if the man's sperm was driving up and out his
own spitting spike as they climaxed together. Both were satiated and
exhausted as they clung sweatily together hearts pounding lungs depleted
and gasping for oxygen. Slowly ever so slowly they calmed and relaxed
Allen's cum drying between their bodies as the hugged together. Charles
whispered throatily, "Allen that was totally amazing you are an incredible
lad, you are everything a man could desire and your life will be fantastic
I'm sure. I think we`d better go and clean up what do you think?"

Allen hugged Charles and whispered, "Charles I love you desperately and I
would love to be with you for ever but I know you have other lovers who
share you so I won't demand your total attention but if I can share your
love I'd be totally honoured."

Charles kissed the boy and replied, "Allen as long as you realise this we
can be friends and lovers too, I'm honoured and amazed you are being so
mature for your age that is incredible."

They separated peeling their cummy torsos apart and straightened their
clothes before Allen helped the tired Charles inside to the bathroom.  They
bathed together enjoying washing one another then dried each other and
Allen helped Charles to his bed and tucked him in. The lad kissed Charles
and said his goodbyes as he had to return home for dinner, he left the room
and Charles drifted off to a dream filled sleep.

Days passed and finally Tom arrived and settled into one of the guest
bedrooms, Charles was overjoyed to have him with him and they relaxed in
the garden or on the patio. Allen's regular visits helped both men as he
fellated then each time and shared his delicious juices with them. Finally
the day of Henry's and Richard's arrival came, Bradley drove into the
village alone to pick them up from the station, Charles stayed home with
Tom to hide the impending surprise.

They were seated on the front patio watching for the car and eventually
they heard the engine approaching and the car swept into view stopping at
the steps. Bradley climbed out and opened the rear door and out climbed
Henry resplendent in his lieutenant's uniform followed by Richard in his
USO uniform. Tom gasped and his face nearly split as he smiled broadly
struggling to his feet and grabbing his crutches. He hobbled towards the
steps as Richard ran up to meet him they collided as Richard hugged him
tightly crying heavily with joy. Henry watched momentarily then ran to
Charles and hugged him pressing his lips to Charles' feverishly, both men's
trousers bulged with their happiness.

Greetings over they moved inside to find Bradley had prepared a marvellous
meal for them and they all sat around the table gossiping and catching up
on all the news. The three men sat in silence as Charles recounted the
story of his last naval mission and they were all in a sombre mood when he
finished. Henry with tears in his eyes said, "Thank the Lord you were saved
Charles but what a disaster losing all those lives."

They sat quietly as Bradley brought the brandy and cigars then cleared away
the table leaving the men to talk amongst themselves. Their mood lightened
as the brandy took effect and soon they were reminiscing about their times
in New York when the convoys docked. All four men began to feel better and
soon their sexual desires rose and they moved off to their bedrooms, Henry
stripped Charles and helped him onto the bed before enacting a strip tease
as he disrobed.  Charles was smiling and stroking himself as he watched
Henry's tuat still smooth body slowly appear, Henry was looking fitter than
ever after his military training and Charles felt white and flabby after
his stint in hospital.

Henry lay on the bed beside Charles and ran his fingers lightly sensuously
up Charles' stomach toying with his pleasure trail and navel sending
shivers throughout his body. Charles manhood was towering up his abdomen
dribbling into his navel with excitement, Henry bent and licked the clear
juice with his tongue causing Charles to gasp loudly as Richard's face
rubbed on his rigidly twitching tool. Richard soon took Charles to the
pubes as he sucked and swallowed stimulating his throbbing tossle, Charles
hands fondling his close cropped head as he moaned in delight.

Charles groaned and arched with his good leg twisting onto his side as he
began to tingle, his climax raced through him and he pumped cum flooding
into his lover's accommodating throat. Charles collapsed once again and
Richard pulled off his tool licking his lips sensuously before he kissed
Charles and shared his seed in a tongue tangling kiss. Then Charles asked
softly, "Henry please fuck my arse, I desperately want to feel your penis
ramming deep inside me, I itch terribly in there for a serve of Yankee
juice."

Henry grinned and said, "For you my sweet Charles I'd do anything. Are you
sure you can take me with your wound?"

Charles replied, "If I lie on my good leg I think I can do it but I must
lie on my side only if that's ok with you my love."

Henry grinned even more and replied, "However you desire, your wish is my
command Charles."

Charles handed Henry some Vaseline and he slathered his tool then poked a
finger full into Charles tight entrance, he worked it around loosening the
muscle before pushing a second finger up Charles' ring. Charles grunted
saying, "Gently my bum is tender and hasn't been fucked for some time."

Henry apologised and replied, "I'm sorry Charles, I'm so eager to get
inside you I haven't fucked a man since you were last in New York."

Charles arse relaxed under Henry's persistent manipulation and soon he was
moaning with pleasure and begging Henry to insert his cock, Henry obliged
easing his engorged member into the tight greasily grasping ring. The
incredible heat and the buttery mushy depths accepting his burning boner
caused his eyes to roll up as he pressed his groin to Charles' firm
cheeks. He held there enjoying the massage from Charles bowel muscles then
slowly slipped back then eased forward once more stretching Charles insides
and ensuring he was not in pain. Charles' moaning inflamed his desires and
gradually using incredible control he increased pace little by little, he
built in speed and plumbed the incredible depths until he was slamming his
hips to the firm muscled rump. A boiling sensation filled Henry's groin as
his balls churned and began sending their pent up load gushing into the
tubes to fill his urethra. The mounting pressure forced gouts of love larva
gushing into the clamping tunnel, Charles groaned as he felt Henry explode
deep inside him.

Similar action was occurring in Tom's boudoir down the passageway as the
bed creaked and groaned from Richard's riding his lover's log, bouncing
frantically up and down as if Tom was a bucking bronco until Tom filled his
hot hungry hole. The manor's wing echoed to the sounds of sexual fruition
as all four men erupted spewing seed from violently pulsating pricks.


                                        The End.


I hope you have enjoyed this long saga produced by my twisted little brain.
My thanks to all those who emailed me expressing their thoughts and
requests for more chapters, this tale has run for a long period but now
regretably it is time to finish.

Visit my story group at http://groups.yahoo.com/group/jamies_jottings/ but
please ensure your Yahoo profile states you are 18 or older as it is an
adult group.

Love and Hugs to you all, James.