Date: Sat, 27 Sep 2008 01:56:58 -0700 (PDT)
From: James Jones <jacanakid21@yahoo.com>
Subject: Atlantic Express, Ch 55

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          Atlantic Express, Chapter 55, by justjames17.


Charles lay beside Peter under the warm tropical sky with the soft grasses
beneath their hot sweaty bodies, as they recuperated from their incredibly
molten sex. Charles' arse still tingling from the masterful seeing to he'd
experienced when the young Australian lieutenant had been offered the
opportunity to perform, something Charles didn't offer very often. Charles had
been delighted by the sexy young blond stud's performance; his beautiful cock
had stretched Charles and massaged every inch of his so sensitive and seldom
used love passage. Charles emotions were overriding his common sense as he felt
things stirring deep in his psyche; he was falling in love and rapidly.

He turned his head looking lovingly at the fit lad beside him, admiring that
superbly smooth but incredibly muscular young body glistening under the bright
starlight. He reached across and lifted the fat but flaccid penis holding it in
his fingers and gently manipulating it watching the long cowl slide back and
forth over the sexy helmet. Peter stirred and sighed, "That feels great Charles
and I'll be hard as if you keep it up."

 Charles chuckled and replied, "So is that a bad thing you horny young stud?"

Down below the bluff where Charles and Peter lay stretched a white sand beach
that ran for some distance until it terminated in a mangrove forest lining the
sluggish tidal reaches of a small creek. On the beach two figures strolled in
the night, Bryce and the gunnery officer had been celebrating their mission in
one of the local pubs. The strong Aussie beer had made both more than a little
tipsy and they decided to scarper off to find a place to be by themselves and
make love together.

At the furthest end just before reaching the dark mangroves the two stopped and
hugged swaying together in a deep French kiss, their eager tongues dancing and
fencing together in a swirl of saliva. Their hot hard cocks ground against each
other as they hugged tightly clasping each other's firm bums, heavy breathing
hissed through their flared nostrils as the moved and twisted their faces
moaning a duet. Their dark figures contrasted with the pristine white sand as
the two men slowly dropped to their knees still entwined. Bryce twisted his body
pulling Malcolm down on top of him as they continued hugging and kissing
frantically.

The soft sand accepted their bodies like a firm mattress and the warmth
accumulated from the day's hot sun warmed Bryce's back as he twisted about
getting comfortable, his bum making a depression in the soft beach. Both guys
were lost in a hazy world of bliss unhearing and unseeing of the world about
them, they failed to see the shadowy figures moving towards them shuffling
quietly through the soft sand.

The first either man knew was Malcolm being grabbed and torn from Bryce's
surprised arms, a booted foot sank into Bryce's ribs driving the ait from his
lungs as Malcolm was hit hard from both sides. Their shadowy attackers began
beating the crap out of the two sailors; fists elbows and boots thudded
painfully into the flesh and bones of the startled outnumbered pair. There were
four dark figures pounding into them as Bryce cried out loudly when a boot
connected with his crotch.

Above on the bluff Charles heard the commotion and leapt to his feet helping
Peter to stand as they grabbed their uniforms and got dressed. The battering
below continued but Bryce had somehow climbed to his feet, he and Malcolm were
now trying to defend themselves as the initial fright and surprise was overcome,
still taking a lot more than they could give they stood back to back flailing
their fists at their attackers. Charles and peter looked for a way down the
bluff, they found a sandy almost vertical land slip that ran from the side of
the bluff and ended on the beach below, both men scrambled and scrabbled sliding
down the steep slope to thump onto the beach near the brawl.

Charles recognised Bryce's voice even though the seaman was gasping for air and
he knew it was Bryce and the gunnery officer being beaten up. He and Peter let
out a bellow and charged the group, the four thugs realising the numbers were
equalised tried to escape but retribution was upon them as Peter grabbed one
thug and judo chopped his throat before grabbing him and tossing him to sand
where he landed hard gurgling and choking for oxygen. Charles seized a second
guy and with a fast one two knocked the bloke on his back unconscious. The two
remaining bully boys turned and ran off into the night, Bryce fell to his knees
on the sand blood streaming from his nose while Malcolm stood bent double hands
on knees panting hard.

Charles concerned for his men asked if they were alright and if nothing was
broken by the cowardly attack, both men panted that they were battered and
bruised but apart from Bryce's bleeding nose and aching balls they weren't too
badly hurt. Charles bent down and dragged the now semi conscious thug to his
feet, peering at him in the starlight before saying, "I can see you are a
soldier and as such you are under the King's R and R's I could hand you over to
my friend here who is an army officer and you will be court martialled or you
can apologise and take your groaning offsider away with you now. What is it to
be?"

The befuddled thug decided flight was the lesser of the evils and he jumped to
his feet and ran desperately off into the night leaving his injured mate still
gasping on the sand. Peter expressed his disgust at his countrymen doing what
they did but Charles said, "I think maybe my men may have been a little too
involved in each other and let it be known they are homosexual, this would
explain the four louts following them and getting stuck into them. I have
cautioned the crew to be aware of their behaviour; of course there is always
strong competition between Australians and us British due to the intense
emotions aroused by the cricket tests we play against each other."

Peter nodded but said, "That is no excuse for what occurred Charles, violence
against our allies must be addressed, I think this other thug here should be
handed over to the military police."

Charles thought for a minute then replied, "The only thing about that is, if
he's brought up on charges he will shout to the roof tops that my two men are
homosexual deviants and their behaviour offended him greatly. We don't wish that
splashed about even though by the time it is brought up we will be long gone."

Peter suddenly was struck by the thought that he would lose Charles in the near
future; he was shattered at the thought of losing his first lover. A heavy
sadness clutched his heart and his body seemed to slump, Charles noticed the
effect his words created and he looked at the handsome young lieutenant. He put
his arm around Peter's shoulder and asked, "What is wrong Peter you suddenly
wilted, did my saying we'd soon be gone upset you?"

Peter choking up just nodded a tear trickled down his smooth cheek which Charles
brushed away with his thumb as he took Peter's chin in his hand lifting his face
up to look into his eyes. Charles gave him a soft kiss on the lips before
continuing, "Peter you knew this couldn't last we are both under orders of our
superiors, believe me it is very hard for me too to be parted from you."

Peter sobbed deep in his chest his whole body shook as he flung his powerful
arms about Charles and cried, "Its just so unfair Charles; we have only just
found each other and now we are to be ripped apart, is there no justice in this
crazy world?"

Charles snuggled check to cheek as he hugged the distraught lad back, "Peter oh
Peter, believe me I have found love with you too and I too don't wish to be
parted from you but the world is at war and our lives are not under our control.
I just pray when all this is over that somehow we can be together once again."

Bryce and Malcolm stood quietly listening to the powerful emotions pulsing
between their captain and this young Australian soldier, their own eyes misting
up as they felt the sadness of the moment. Both hugged and watched the drama
unfolding in front of them, they had never seen their captain so emotional, he
was usually so cool and efficient under stress. A whole new side of Charles was
exposed to his two men as they stood hugging together.

The fourth bullyboy had regained his breathing and slunk off into the night
thanking the Lord he had escaped being court marshalled. He avowed never to
attempt to beat up a homosexual again as he limped away his sore throat a nasty
reminder of the affray. He reached the town and went looking for his scum bag
mates who'd run off leaving him there on his own, he located them in a bar
commiserating with each other as their bruises bloomed purple. They looked up
seeing him come into the smoke filled noisy room, he glared at them and they
dropped their eyes as he approached. He arrived and glowering told them what he
thought of them as gutless wonders they hung their heads but when he ran out of
words they plonked a schooner of beer in front of him.

He took it and drank a large gulping draft, the icy cold beer swamped his taste
buds and he forgave his useless yobbo mates for running away. Soon the four
drunks were singing discordantly together as someone pounded the keys of the
upright piano in the corner playing Kiss Me Goodnight Sergeant Major.

Back on the beach Bryce and Malcolm left Charles and Peter together as they
sensed that the two men wanted to be alone, they walked along the firm sand
beside the lapping water arm in arm towards the wharf in the distance while
Charles and Peter sat together hugging and kissing passionately. As they neared
the wharf the two men separated and Bryce dawdled skimming stones while Malcolm
made his way back to Fox Hound, Bryce waited a few minutes then set off back to
the ship cursing that he and the gunner had not been able to get off together
thanks to the thugs arrival. He knew now that he was going to have a massive
wank as soon as e could find a bit of privacy on the ship.


                               To be continued.