Date: Fri, 15 Oct 2004 19:51:14 +1000
From: james robinson <justjames17@hotmail.com>
Subject: The Atlantic Express, Chapter 3

This story is completely imaginary, a figment of my feeble mind, it contains
sex between men and teenaged guys. If you don't appreciate this type of
literature you'd better leave now, if your under age to read adult material
you'd better go away till your older, if it is illegal to read such material
in your country then it is your decision.

I hope you enjoy the tale and you can comment on it and send your
suggestions to me at justjames17@hotmail.com, all emails answered but flames
extinguished on arrival.


                 The Atlantic Express, Chapter 3,
justjames17.


We chatted in the chart room about the chart updates and I then suggested
the duty watch could repaint the forward funnel, which was showing some
paint blistering from the heat of the exhaust. Number One agreed and
suggested that he would put the defaulters on the job after I had held their
parade. I laughed and said, " Good idea Mr. Johnson, it may teach them a
lesson, it is a nasty job suspended up there scraping and painting. They
will have a bit of time to think about their misdemeanors. I think that
maybe if we have time they can repaint all four funnels, although I doubt we
will be here long enough for that."

I left the chart room and walked back out onto the open bridge leaning on
the rail behind the thick laminated glass windbreaker, I watched a group of
seamen working on a damaged wire hawser under the keen experienced eyes of
the watch P.O. the hawser may be needed as a towing bridle on the trip home.
My eyes then began to survey the surrounding wharf area and there moored at
the berth behind us was the massive hull of the armed Merchant Cruiser, I
was glad that I had a destroyer and wasn't serving aboard her as she was a
sitting duck if we ran into the German raider, the poor old liner with her
worn WW1 8 inch guns bolted to her specially strengthened decks was no match
for the Pocket Battleship Graf Spee with her modern 15 inch guns. She would
be annihilated in minutes by a couple of well-placed broadsides; I said a
silent prayer that we didn't meet the capital ship prowling the Atlantic.

The time was approaching where I needed to go below to sit in judgment on my
defaulters and I turned hurrying below to my cabin to sit behind my desk and
await their arrival. I placed my cap on the desk and sat back waiting for
the sound of marching feet. In minutes the racket of men moving in unison
echoed through the between decks as the men were marched into my cabin. They
stamped to a stop and stood there rigidly not moving a muscle till the
Master at Arms ordered them to stand at ease. I looked them over and saw
that their skins displayed a multitude of colorful bruises and contusions.
Quite a few sported really good black eyes and they all stared straight
ahead as I studied them closely, I noticed young Tom Wilson the lad that
Richard had seduced standing there looking embarrassed and blushing as I ran
my purposely cold eyes up and down his lithe young body.

I'm sure he realized that Richard had identified him to me as we sat in the
cab outside the Shore Patrol Headquarters last evening when he was marched
out to the truck waiting to transport them back to the ship. I cleared my
throat and began a tirade tearing strips off the men and threatening them
with dire consequences if they dared to let their ship down again. The men
stared steadfastly ahead but I could tell they were frightened of the ire in
my voice and when I had finished and dismissed them they snapped to
attention as the P.O barked the order, they turned smartly and marched
crisply from the cabin.

The First Mate was awaiting them outside the cabin and announced that their
punishment was that they had to repaint the forward funnel and to get
changed into work dress and smack it about. The men doubled off to their
mess to change into work dress as I laughed to myself, my steward, a
grizzled old salt named Bradley, appeared from his pantry and set a tray of
sandwiches and a steaming cup of fresh coffee in front of me. I fell to with
a will eating heartily as my hunger was raging from the salt air. I ate the
meal and thanked him then picked up my cap and headed for the bridge again,
I clattered up the steps and emerged into the sunlight jamming my cap on my
head and looked around.

The windbreak was being cleaned by one of the lookouts while another was
polishing the brass voice pipes along the rear bulkhead of the bridge, I
nodded my pleasure to see them working hard and told them to carry on as
they had snapped to attention as I emerged. I walked to my bridge chair
mounted to one side near the windbreak and plonked my arse on the leather
cushion with a sigh of pleasure. Flags the Signals Officer came onto the
bridge carrying a message, he saluted me and handed it over for me to read.
I perused the typed words and found it was from the Captain of the heavy
cruiser and commander of the escort group, he desired the captains of all
escorts to report aboard the cruiser at 1400 hours, 2pm, I nodded to Flags
and said no reply and he saluted and marched off back below decks.

The Chief Engineer then appeared in his immaculate white overalls, he never
seemed to get them dirty, and informed me that number 3 oil pump was not
operating properly and he had to strip it down and we may need new parts,
which was lucky as the pumps were American like the ship and we could obtain
parts easily while here. I said that he should get busy with it and try to
hurry it up as we may sail at any time. He agreed, saluted and clattered
below again.

I sat back and relaxed for a few minutes then went into the chart room and
wrote up the ship's log book, by then it was time to leave and head across
to the cruiser for the meeting. I hurried down to the deck and made my way
to the head of the gang plank saluted the quarter deck and stepped off the
ship, worked my way through the activity on the wharf where trucks were
unloading supplies ready to be loaded by the duty watch's of the ships
berthed at the wharf. I caught up with the Captain of the Merchant Cruiser
an older Commander who I had met in England before we sailed, he nodded to
me and said, " I wonder what the Old Man has in store for us? I hope it's
not about the Graf Spee, we don't want to meet up with that monster on the
trip home."
I nodded and agreed with him as we arrived at the gangway leading up to the
deck of the Cruiser, she was a magnificent sight with her four turrets
mounting eight 8-inch guns of the latest design. Her unblemished camouflage
paint glistening in the sunlight as we mounted the long gangplank and walked
up the steep slope to her deck, the bosun's pipes shrilled their greeting as
we stepped aboard and saluted the stern. The young sub-lieutenant greeted us
with a salute, which we acknowledged crisply and he requested that we follow
him below. He led us through an open hatchway and down through the ship till
we reached the stern area where he knocked on the teak door and we heard
"Come", he opened the door and showed us into the huge well-lit cabin, which
took up most of the stern. The Captain sat a the head of the massive
polished teak table with four of our other ship's commanders already seated
he indicated chairs and we sat down waiting for the others to arrive.

The Captain told us to smoke if we wished and cigarettes were produced as
well as a couple of pipes, the air was soon filled with the aroma of burning
tobacco, the chatter of conversation reverberated round the room as there
was a knock on the door and the Captain said " Come " again as the door
opened and the last of our skippers walked in as the clock chimed the hour.
The Captain cleared his throat and silence descended on the group as he
began to speak; he welcomed us aboard and said he hoped all was going well
with our stores and crews. He toyed with his shiny gold cigarette case as if
nervous then began to tell us that the raider had attacked the convoy that
had left just before we arrived in New York. The convoy had been decimated
only 3 merchant ships had escaped and most of the escort had been either
sunk or badly damaged in the attack.

The news sent a shiver through everyone present and a pall of sadness
descended on our spirits, the Commander of the Oronsay, the merchant
cruiser, asked what ships were in the escort. The Captain told us that there
had been a light cruiser and six destroyers attached to the convoy, all sunk
except for one destroyer left afloat a smoking hulk with many of her crew
either dead or injured. An American cruiser had rescued the men from her
burning hull then sent her to the bottom with gunfire. We sat there deep in
thought as we digested this sorry news and I asked, " Can you tell us sir
what extra back up we can expect on the voyage home?"

He rubbed his chin and puffed on his pipe then said, " There is a squadron
of cruisers searching for the raider, including the HMS Exeter, the Achilles
and a third one joining them in the search, the only problem was they were
on their way from South African waters and wouldn't be in the area for some
time."

We looked at one another realizing we were going to be on our own and we
prayed that the raider had moved on looking for other targets. The Captain
then began discussing our readiness and how our men were behaving, he looked
straight at me when he said this, and I guessed he'd heard about the brawl
already. We all chatted about things then he broke out the whisky and rum to
finish off the meeting.

We left the cruiser and headed back to our ships deep in thought about the
disastrous news, I boarded and told the officer of the watch to send all
officers on board to my cabin for a conference immediately. He saluted and I
went below to my cabin to organize the meeting and get Bradley to organize
some refreshments. I sat back, my mind whirling with thoughts and worries
about the upcoming trip home as I awaited the arrival of my officers. All
were on board except the Chief Engineer who was ashore trying to drum up the
parts for the oil pump, they arrived and entered the cabin and took up
positions around my much smaller and less ornate table where I filled them
in on the bad news. They reacted similarly to the ships commanders,
horrified at the thought of so many ships sent to Davey Jones' Locker, and
the loss of hundreds of lives.

The meeting broke up and we had a few drinks and they picked at the
sandwiches that Bradley provided for us, they drifted away back to their
duties or relaxation in the ward room, I was left alone with my thoughts.
The Captain's lot is not a gregarious one he is left alone with all the
worries and responsibilities; he cannot enjoy the wardroom unless invited
there so most of his time is spent on the bridge or in the solitude of his
cabin. Altogether it is a very lonely existence and not for everyone.

I decided to go up on deck to see how the funnel repaint was proceeding and
strolled out onto the deck to stare up at the funnel, the men had been
working with alacrity and the funnel was already scraped and the red lead
was being applied to the bare metal. They had done an excellent job so far
so I left them to it and went below to work on the pile of paper work on my
desk.

Night descended by the time I'd finished the paper work and I ate the meal
Bradley had prepared, a huge t-bone steak with fresh vegetables followed by
apple pie with ice cream. I gormandized myself and cleaned the plates except
for the bone of the steak. The food here in the States was unbelievable
compared to the meager rations we had at home, if I stayed here for long I'd
soon lose my trim figure and become obese. I felt bloated when I finished
and my eyes were drooping tired so I decided to call it a day and turn in
early for a good rest. I stripped off to the buff and crawled under the
blankets, I was soon sawing wood and dead to the world.

Next morning I awoke completely refreshed and raring to go I leapt out of
bed, did my morning exercises and headed into the small bathroom attached to
my cabin, being an ex American ship it was equipped with a shower so I
turned it on and washed off quickly. I bounced out drying myself off and by
the time I had finished the ubiquitous Bradley laid out my clean clothing on
my bunk, and my breakfast was set up on the table waiting for me.

I finished breakfast and hurried out on deck, the lads were already hard at
work up the funnel and were putting on a coat of paint over the red lead, I
looked about the decks to see men washing them down and others chipping
paint on the superstructure, preparing the area for repainting. Everyone was
working happily so I wandered off to locate the First Mate. He was on the
bridge leaning on the windbreaker, watching the men working on the foredeck,
I walked up and he stood to attention then saluted as I returned it he
relaxed and we chatted about the work going on aboard. I told him I was
going ashore and would return the next evening, if he needed to contact me
the telephone number I had given him would find me.

He acknowledged my words and I left him to it and walked away sliding down
the ladder and going through the hatch to go to my cabin, I entered grabbed
the small suitcase loaded my toiletries into it along with a change of
underwear and some civilian clothes. I popped my head into Bradley's small
cabin and told him he could have shore leave and that I would be away until
tomorrow night and I left him to it. I walked off the ship after the usual
formalities and hailed a cab, one stopped and I jumped in gave the driver
Henry's address and sat back to relax while he drove through the heavy
traffic. This was another difference to London, our traffic was much lighter
with the rationing and generally English people traveled by underground, bus
or cab so we didn't have anywhere near the amount of cars on the roads. The
stench of the traffic was overpowering after the time spent at sea and the
noise was almost deafening.

The cab arrived outside Henry's and I thanked him and paid him off, I ran up
the steps to the foyer and rang Henry's bell over his letterbox, I then
pushed the button for the lift and waited patiently for it to arrive. It
rattled down the shaft and stopped, the doors opened and I stepped inside
pushing the button for the third floor, the lift surged upwards driving my
stomach into my boots then the feeling of weightlessness as I stopped. The
doors opened I stepped out to see Henry standing there waiting to greet me.

He stood there his handsome face split by his grin, his white teeth glowing
in the light, I stepped out of the lift as he threw his arms around my neck
pulled my face to his and kissed me passionately. A well dressed elderly
lady approached us to get into the lift with her small Pekinese dog on a
lead, she stopped dead seeing two men kissing in front of her. Her face
crimsoned as she drew herself up and she spat out, " Perverts you should be
horse whipped."

With that she boarded the lift and closed the doors sending it towards the
foyer, Henry giggled and spluttered saying, " Don't worry about Mrs. Cheney,
she is used to this behavior I have often been caught by her kissing
visitors goodbye here at the lift."

I was worried that she might have recognized my uniform and would cause
trouble with my superiors later on, Henry shook his head and said, " She
wouldn't have a clue whether you were a naval officer, a merchant mariner or
a pilot, so don't worry your head about her causing you trouble."

I grinned ruefully as he dragged me along to his apartment and we entered
closing the door behind us, he immediately asked if I'd eaten and I said I
had then he grinned and asked have you already sexed then. I said I hadn't
and that I was saving that delight for him and him alone. He pushed me ahead
of him up the passageway into the bedroom and began stripping my clothes off
frantically; I ripped off his shirt, buttons flying through the air to
clatter onto the polished wooden floor. He began to remove my trousers and
pushed me back onto the bed so he could pull them off, I lay there naked as
he stood over me his eyes flashing all over my body as his trousers bulged
with his excited member.

My own penis was hard, erect and throbbing expectantly as I watched his
chest heaving from his heavy breathing, he slowly undid the buttons of his
fly and then allowed the pants to slide to the floor baring his genitals to
my hungry eyes. I could see a clear bubble of juice trembling from his
heartbeat as it exited his swollen helmet; it trembled there momentarily
before slipping over the edge and drooling down his thick shaft. My tongue
slipped across my lips as I thought of the wondrous flavor of his pre
seminal fluid, Henry moved closer as I opened my legs.  He stood with his
knees pressed against the mattress as I sat up my arms around his thighs my
face rubbing against his smooth legs. I turned my face to lick his balls
hanging in their smooth sack, Henry trembled and moaned as my tongue tasted
his body, I licked up his sexy orbs to remove that slick droplet of his
excited cock.

Henry groaned louder as he felt my tongue lave his swollen cum tube standing
out beneath his hard shaft, his hands clutched my head gently as he pulled
my face against the pulsing penis. I teased him licking the shaft but not
approaching his spongy crimson glans as it oozed more fluid, he whined and
tried to bend his legs to lower his erection to my lips but I held him
tightly frustrating his efforts. My fingers were playing about in his deep
cleft driving him insane with desire, as I located the winking guardian of
his inner sanctum.

My middle finger caressed the wrinkled muscle as it opened hungrily to allow
my questing digit entry into his furnace of delight. He groaned as my finger
slid into his humid moist hole I felt around the satin entrance to his
rectum, Henry begged me to go further, to finger fuck him deeply. I obliged
and soon was buried to my knuckles in his sensuous depths; I slid across his
swollen button causing him to jerk and swear loudly, " OH FUCK! YOU"VE HIT
THE LOVE BUTTON, CHARLES I'M YOURS TAKE ME NOW."

I turned him about and he spread his legs bending over and grasping his
ankles, opening his rear to my advances. I buried my face in the sweaty
humid aromatic cleft inhaling the strong musky scent as I licked his tasty
crevice my finger dancing about inside his chute. Henry was lost in a miasma
of lust as he backed onto my finger and face, my saliva saturating his crack
and the puffy pink doorway to bliss. He was begging me to drive my
marlinspike into his hole and I slowly rose off the bed my face pressed in,
my tongue busily swabbing his tasty toush. I pulled away as I stood up
removing my finger and replacing it with my fat cock, Henry gasped
delightedly as he felt the spongy knob stretching him wider.

He pushed down against my member and I groaned as he opened, his tight ring
sliding down my throbbing tool squeezing tightly elastically as I crushed my
pubes against his mounded muscular arse cheeks. Henry threw his head back
while his torso arched out, my hands caressed the firm taught body feeling
his gorgeous musculature, I slid one hand down to his steel hard cock
wrapping it around his rigid member. Henry pulsed in my grip as I began to
gently slide back and forth inside his love tunnel, his whimpering sighs of
pleasure turning me on incredibly. I began to pound him as he grunted and
groaned saying, " Harder, faster deeper fuck my hole till I burn."

I pounded him, like heavy seas raging against my ship's hull, in a gale of
incredible lust and passion, the sweat pouring from our bodies as we rutted
frantically, I felt his beautiful penis swelling in my flailing grasp as his
balls swelled and climbed upwards to his crotch. He moaned loudly and tensed
his ring tightening on my pounding prick as he suddenly erupted spraying his
thick creamy semen far out across the bedroom to splatter onto the floor in
small puddles and ropes. My cock rigidly gripped by his pulsing muscle
couldn't stop and joined Henry in climaxing as I flooded his hot hole; the
sound of squelching juice began as I frantically drove as hard as I could
into his vibrant body.

My legs gave way and I fell back holding the satiated young man to my groin
as we both collapsed onto the bed in a sweaty quivering mass of flesh. My
chest heaved under Henry as he puffed and panted in unison, I kissed his
cute ear then sucked on the jelly like lobe as he moaned in happiness and
fulfillment. We lay there joined together as we came down from orbit our
overheated bodies slowly cooling as our hearts slowed to a normal pace.
Henry pulled his ear away and turned his face to mine and we kissed gently
as he said, " Oh Charles that was exquisite, I don't believe I've ever
climaxed so hard in my life, you were unbelievable."

I smiled at him and said, " It was you my sweet man that drove me to the
best fuck of my life, you are so incredibly sexual and I can't get enough of
your love."

We lay there reliving the incredible high as we kissed and fondled each
other then my flaccid penis slid slowly from his now loose ring and he
sighed softly saying, " Oh you've left me my lover I feel deserted and empty
now hug me tight so I know your still there."

We kissed again our lips locked together as we tongue danced until our
reverie was shattered by the ringing of the door bell in the lobby, Henry
said, " Fuck who can that be? I'll kill whoever it is they have completely
destroyed the mood."

Henry got up threw on his robe and stomped from the bedroom to open the
door, he stood there cursing under his breath until he heard the elevator
hiss to a stop and the doors opened then he watched the corner of the
hallway until Richard appeared. Henry relaxed and said, " You bastard Dick,
you just destroyed Charles and my reverie we've just had the most incredible
sex possible. Come on in I'll tell Charles its you and that he can relax."

Henry hurried to the bedroom door and told me who it was and that I could
relax again, I got up off the bed and Henry tossed me a spare robe, which I
donned and followed him to the lounge room. Richard was sprawled seductively
on the leather lounge his face creased by a cheeky grin as he watched us
walk in, his eyes took in the sight of us in the robes and he looked at our
mid sections and licked his lips seductively. He smiled at Henry and said, "
Would you like me to clean out your ass? I'd love to suck Charles load from
your ring."

Henry smiled and looked at me raising his eyebrows inquisitively, I shrugged
my shoulders and said, " If you wish him to clean you out I don't mind, it
will save your robe absorbing it, that I suppose is a waste."

Richard sat up expectantly his blue eyes twinkling excitedly and said, "
Great I'll clean you out Henry, then may I clean up your penis Charles?"

Henry nodded to me and I agreed that he could if he wanted to; Richard
jumped up and grabbed Henry pushing him across the arm of the couch pulling
up the robe and shoving his face into the deep crack. I watched Henry's face
as Dick worked on his arse, the expression changed from resignation to
delight as Richard worked his magic, Henry was soon wriggling in pleasure as
the long tongue swabbed out his sensitive rectum. Richard pulled out licking
his lips and said, " Oh that was delicious as tasty as any I've ever eaten.
Now Charles I'll clean up your sexy cock."
He waddled on his knees to me pushed my legs apart and lifted the robe
baring my greasy flaccid penis he sniffed the aroma and licked his lips then
swallowed my limp tossle. I was soon hard as a rock as Richard tongued and
sucked my cock I arched up off the couch driving my penis deep into his
face. He swallowed me and deep throated my large cock the sensation was
unreal and I was soon ready to blow a second load, Richard was an
accomplished head expert and I felt the rush as my balls unloaded filling
his gullet with my pearly cream.

Richard clasped my arse as I bucked up he held me arched up until I had
finished pumping, then he slowly lowered me back onto the lounge to recover.
Henry smiled at me and said, " He's very good at it isn't he? I think he is
the best head giver I've met so far."

Richard sat there on the floor grinning and licking his lips, his blue eyes
literally glowing as he showed the pleasure we had given him. I reached out
and ruffled his red hair saying, " That was great Richard you were
excellent. You suck like a bilge pump that was incredible."

He beamed happily at our praise and then he joined me on the lounge while
Henry went to brew up some coffee. I could see the lad's trousers tented up
with his young extremely hard cock but I wasn't going to touch him without
Henry being present to join in the fun. I'd never experienced a threesome or
any really heavy gay sex till this week and I was unsure about trying a
threesome. Richard's leg was touching mine as he bounced on the ball of his
foot jiggling against my steady limb. The very feel of his leg was exciting
me I was feeling extremely aroused again even though I'd climaxed twice in
half an hour.

Henry returned bearing a tray with three cups on it and the tantalizing
aroma of rich coffee filled the room, Richard sat up and said, " Come on
Henry put it down so we can get stuck into it, I'm feeling so horny again
sitting here next to your sexy Limey stud."

Henry glared at him and said, " Less of the derogatory Limey thanks head
boy, if you can't be polite you'll get thrown out the door."

Richard looked shocked and turned to me as I laughed at the comical
expression on his pale freckled face, he apologized and I just laughed
uproariously at him. He grinned ruefully and I said, " Don't worry Richard I
wont let Henry punish you by throwing you out. I think we could punish you
in a much better fashion."

Henry grinned and said, " Yeah I can think of lots of more pleasurable ways
to deal with his rudeness."

Richard looked back and forth between us starting to grin cheekily, he said,
" Give me some clues about what the punishments will be."



What just punishments could Henry and Charles meter out to put Richard in
his place? To be continued.