Date: Wed, 30 Apr 2008 06:07:10 -0700 (PDT)
From: James Robinson <juzjamie20@yahoo.com.au>
Subject: Story: Atlantic Express, Chapter 44

G'day All, Here is the next episode in this WW11 navel saga. This story
contains sex between males so if you don't enjoy this material or you
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	       Atlantic Express, Chapter 44, by justjames17


Fox Hound steamed north after her encounter with the raider and
destroying the U-boat heading for the British naval base at Tricomalee in
Ceylon, her destroyed gun a mangled mess on her quarter deck. She arrived
at the busy semi tropical base and made her number to the shore station
then followed directions to moor alongside near the huge floating dry
dock. Charles was exhausted and badly needed some respite after the
traumatic turn of events in the Indian Ocean. He ordered finished with
engines then as the engines stopped he sat back in his bridge stool rubbing
his haggard face, he then looked about the harbour to see the mass of
naval vessels of all sizes then looked at the backdrop of vibrant green
hills behind the bustling dockyard and city. His tired eyes took in
the beauty of this large island and he sighed wearily before climbing to
his feet as the signalman handed him a message from the dockyard
commanding officer. Charles read the flimsy and told the first lieutenant he
was going ashore.

He reported to the OIC dockyard to be told their repairs would be
attended to post haste as the shortage of naval vessels was critical with
the Japanese now in control of most of Asia including the island of
Singapore with its huge naval base, where all the allied military and
civilians were now prisoners of war. The captain studied Charles noticing the
tiredness and the involuntary twitch that had set in about his eyes and
realised this young officer was on the verge of a serious burn out. He
thought that Charles could take advantage of the hospitality of a
friend who owned a huge tea plantation up in the hills that hosted many of
the naval, army and air force officers based in Ceylon at the
plantation.

The captain sat back in his chair and studied the young commander then
he suggested the rest and recreation break, Charles looked at him and
smiled tiredly, "That sounds like a good place to take a few days off as
Fox Hound will be out of service, I'd enjoy a little leave up there."

The captain smiled and picked up the telephone and asked the base
operator to connect him and gave the plantation's number, he sat back
swivelling side to side as he waited smiling and chatting to Charles and
asked how the damage had occurred. Charles filled him in briefly about the
encounter then he was interrupted by the captain holding up his hand as
the operator connected him to the plantation, "Malcolm old chap its
Giles in Tricomalee, yes I'm good thanks but I have a favour to ask."

He listened for a short time then went on, "Yes I have a young
destroyer commander with me who has had a pretty rough time of it and I
suggested he might be able to spend a little rand r up there with you. Can you
organise that for him?"
Another silence as the captain listened his smile increasing as he
nodded slightly, "Oh great old chap that is marvellous, I'll organise
transportation for tomorrow and he'll be there about noon."

He hung up the phone and grinned at Charles telling him he should be
ready at 0900 hours and a car would pick him up from Fox Hound, Charles
thanked the man profusely and they shook hands before Charles left the
office. The phone rang again and the captain answered it then called to
Charles as he walked out the door, Charles turned and re-entered the
office standing there waiting to hear what he was wanted for while the
captain had a brief conversation then hung up the phone, "You are to
report to the Admiral urgently Charles something has occurred after your
encounter with that merchant cruiser."

He gave Charles directions to the headquarters building and Charles
hurried away his mind churning wondering what had happened that the
Admiral needed to talk top him about. He arrived at the guarded building
saluting the armed shore patrol guards at the entrance and reported to the
desk inside the lobby, the chief petty officer behind the desk saluted
him and gave him directions to locate the admiral's office. Charles
hurried up the wide staircase to the first floor and found the office
entering and was greeted by a charming young female lieutenant who escorted
him and knocked at the polished wooden door of the inner office, a
gruff "Come" sounded and she opened the door introducing Charles to the
ruddy faced white haired admiral.

Charles saluted the man who returned the gesture and said, "Sit."

The admiral studied Charles for a minute before saying, "You look very
tired young fellow and its no wonder after what you have been through.
I have some bad news, after your encounter with that raider she met up
with the HMAS Sydney an Australian light cruiser they fought a battle
and both ships sank, the remains of the Kormoran's crew were picked up
and interned but there is no trace of the Sydney or her crew.

Charles expressed amazement at the news that an unarmoured merchant
cruiser could sink a modern light cruiser and the admiral too was very
puzzled but the disaster had happened. The admiral quizzed Charles closely
on the details of his encounter with the Kormoran and made notes of
all the pertinent facts before requesting that Charles write out a full
report while resting up in the hills, he smiled and said, "Yes I know of
your little break commander the captain informed me he had organised
some r and r for you and I think it is vital you take at least a week up
there."

He then stood up reached across the shiny mahogany desk and Charles got
to his feet shaking hands with the gruff officer. He left the admiral
and thanked the young female lieutenant before heading out into the
warm sun and making his way back to the ship. He went straight to his
cabin and flopped tiredly on his bunk as Bradley came fussing into the
cabin bearing a tray with tea and some fresh sandwiches he had prepared
while Charles was ashore. The faithful steward saw how exhausted his
captain looked, put the tray on the desk and began removing Charles' shoes,
Charles sighed and thanked him wriggling his toes in his socks.

Bradley retrieved the tray and brought it to the bunk placing it beside
Charles then poured a steaming hot cup of tea for Charles, who thanked
him and began nibbling on a sandwich. Bradley watched Charles slowly
munching the food then he sagged back dropping the half eaten sandwich
on the bed as he fell into a deep sleep. The older man removed the tray
and the half eaten sandwich quietly leaving the cabin as Charles snores
filled the area.

Next morning Charles awoke feeling groggy from the long hours of sleep,
he sat up on the bunk holding his head as he tried to arrange his
thoughts, Bradley heard his commander awaken appeared magically bearing a
breakfast tray containing fresh bacon and real eggs not the usual
powdered variety, the aroma set Charles taste buds singing as he stretched
his muscles and yawned widely. Bradley smiled and wished Charles a good
morning as Charles smiled and did the same, he looked at the two fried
eggs glistening on the plate with the crispy bacon and his tummy rumbled
loudly, he was ravishingly hungry having eaten virtually nothing
yesterday. Bradley watched Charles attack the food and he smiled indulgently
glad his captain's appetite had resurfaced. Charles told Bradley he
was going up country for a week and that he could relax and take four
days leave if he desired, Bradley was happy for his captain and knew he
desperately needed a break from the constant tension and responsibility
of running a destroyer under war conditions.

Charles contacted the bridge and asked the first lieutenant to prepare
leave papers for Bradley and the port watch as he was going ashore for
a week while the ship was being repaired. He told lieutenant Harbury
that he would see if he could organise that each of the officers could
have a couple of days leave up on the tea plantation while the ship was
out of action. Charles packed a bag containing some civilian clothing;
shorts and shirts etc then showered and refreshed donned his no 1
uniform in preparation for his trip up country. The car arrived and the bosun
advised him it was waiting so Charles bade goodbye to Bradley and
grabbed his bag hurried on deck, saluted the quarterdeck and hurried ashore
as the bosun's pipe shrilled announcing his departure.

The grey painted Morris was parked next to the ship with a naval driver
standing at attention holding the door open for him, the driver
saluted Charles who returned the curtesy then the driver took his bag and as
Charles settled into the back set closed the door before putting
Charles' bag in the boot and then climbing in started the car and they
rattled off down the timber wharf. The trip up country took about an hour and
Charles sat back relaxing watching the scenery as the moored on up the
winding road. They turned off the road into a long gravel driveway and
soon pulled up in front of the rambling mansion to be greeted by the
owner, Sir Humphrey Goodbold.

Sir Humphrey, a dapper middle-aged gentleman dressed in tweed slacks
and a white shirt puffed on his pipe as he greeted Charles effusively.
They shook hands and Charles noticed that his host held his hand longer
than was customary but thought no more about it as two white clad young
lads took Charles bag and followed behind the two men as Sir Humphrey
led the way to the room allotted to Charles for his stay. The room
opened onto the wide veranda which gave onto the sweeping lawns and
immaculately kept gardens filled with tropical trees and plants, the furniture
consisted of a huge four poster bed, a massive ornately carved
wardrobe, two huge padded leather wing backed chairs and a desk with its own
chair. Sir Humphrey stood beaming at the surprised expression on Charles'
face as he said, "We may be living out in the colonies old chap but
one must keep up appearances what?"

Charles smiled at the pomposity of his hosts attitude and nodded
saying, "Truly amazing and beautiful Sir Humphrey."

His host guffawed as he coughed out a lungful of tobacco smoke then
said, "I'm sure you will enjoy your stay here commander, the lads are here
to serve you at any time you wish."

Charles looked at the two young dark skinned black haired lads putting
his meagre gear away and admired their blue black hair and flashing
dark eyes and their white teeth flashing as they smiled at the two men.
Charles wondered if the lads were hand picked by his host, the two were
incredibly attractive and appeared to be well built in a slender
swimmers build. Sir Humphrey rested his hand on Charles shoulder as he stood
watching the young servants, Charles guessed his host was homosexual and
he asked after the man's wife. Sir Humphrey cleared his throat then
replied, "Oh commander I'm unmarried I enjoy my freedom and am probably
too selfish to share my life with a wife."

This confirmed Charles opinion and he smiled to himself now convinced
the servants were not just house help but much more, the way the two
lads kept looking at him eyes gleaming and white teeth showing as the
smiled made Charles' cock twitch in his uniform shorts. Sir Humphrey made
his apologies saying he had plantation business to attend to and he
would see Charles at lunch time in the dining room and that the lads would
show him where it was. He went on that if Charles so desired the lads
would escort him about the grounds and keep him company, Charles thanked
the man and said, "That sounds good it's a while since I stretched my
legs on land."

Sir Humphrey walked away leaving Charles and the lads together, Charles
decided to take off his uniform and put on his shorts and an open
necked sports shirt, he began to undo his shirt but the two lads descended
on him and took over the task. He was soon reduced to his white Y
fronts and the lads had caressed him frequently as they removed his uniform
leaving him with a serious erection pointing out from his crotch. The
two lads were obviously impressed and both had stood there admiring
Charles' bulging underpants their dark eyes flashing excitedly. Charles
stood unmoving waiting to see what the two attractive lads would do next,
he soon found out as one knelt at his feet reaching out and pulling
down his underwear exposing his large throbbing tool to their hungry eyes.

They both spoke at once in their cute accent, "Oh my sir you are very
large aren't you? Would you like us to help you with that?"

Charles smiled at them and said, "Thank you lads that would be very
acceptable."

With this the kneeling lad took Charles' balls in his soft hand while
his accomplice bent at the waist and began mouthing the fiery knob.
Charles sighed and groaned loudly as both lads mouths ingested his
genitals, hot moist mouths held both his erection and his excited balls while
moist tongues rasped and licked deliciously. Charles was soon moaning
and fondling the lads through their loose fitting clothing and he gasped
out, "Oh why don't you both disrobe too?"

The two lads continued servicing him as they stripped off and soon all
three were naked as Charles led the sucking lads to the huge bed
walking awkwardly backwards so as they could continue their play. Charles
collapsed backwards onto the bed dragging both slim youths down with him,
he told the lad sucking his cock to clamber on top of him which the lad
did speedily knowing the handsome officer wanted to suck him as well.
The lad positioned himself above Charles his almost black hooded dick
wafting above Charles nose, Charles raised his head taking the stiff
stalk in his mouth sliding his tongue tip under the lad's loose ample
foreskin and tongued the slippery sweet cock head. The lad moaned happily
while his friend let Charles balls slip from his lips and began licking
down Charles swollen perineum towards his tight flexing anal opening.

Charles gurgled about the mouth dicking cock as he felt the lad lick
his tight ring, he spread his legs wide affording easier access then he
pulled off the lad above him cock and reached up to emulate the other
lad's actions he tongued the fragrant entrance making the lad deep throat
his throbbing pole in his excitement. Charles groaned and squirmed
making his cock wobble about in the wet slippery gullet as his own ring
relaxed letting the fellating tongue enter his pleasure place. Charles
was beginning to rage with lust as he devoured the anus pressed to his
mouth his tongue dived deep wriggling and twisting, He felt his own
entrance twitching crying for more as the other lad stopped licking and
moved his hot hardness against Charles anus, the lad was going to fuck him
and Charles was happy to let him as he stopped fellating the other
lad's hot hole and asked him to move around and sit on his dick.

The lad moved quickly and sat resting his wet hole on Charles hard
horn, as his mate began pressing in the top lad squatted down pushing on
the raging hardness both cocks punched through the tight defences causing
three grunting howls of pure pleasure as hot meat filled hotter
bowels. Soon the room filled with the moans and wet moist sounds of sex as
the trio plunged and performed at their talented best, Charles knew he
was with experts young as they were these two teens were accomplished
lovers and knew how to give and extract the utmost pleasure.

They edged and teased Charles again and again his tensed body screamed
for release, his blue balls ached abominably as the two lads pleasured
him. Finally after what seemed like hours Charles balls exploded like a
depth charge his cum cannon fired again and again send sperm
splattering up the distended colon of the top lad, who joined Charles spraying
juice like a fountain coating both their torsos and faces with strings
of pearly pud juice. This in turn tensed his arse muscles that clamped
achingly about the plunging prick of the second lad who followed the man
into a terrific climax that flooded Charles' clinging chute, again and
again man and boys shook and jerked spewing their vital seed from
their pulsing pricks.

The mass culmination of their pleasure soon eased and all three fell
about the messy bed puffing and panting as they recovered from their
shattering eruptions. The three dozed off under the slow spinning ceiling
fan and drifted into a sleep filled with erotic dreams.


			      To be continued