Date: Sun, 12 Oct 2008 05:31:04 -0700 (PDT)
From: James Jones <jacanakid21@yahoo.com>
Subject: Atlantic Express, Ch 56

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                Atlantic Express, Chapter 56 by justjames17.



After the attack by the four drunken oafs on the beach Bryce and the gunner
Malcolm headed back to the Fox Hound leaving Charles and Peter together on the
beach where they walked to a large sun bleached tree trunk that had washed up
many years before, the two officers sat down discussing the brawl with Peter
apologising for the behaviour of his countrymen. Charles told him to forget it
because these things happened in all countries especially when drink was
concerned. Peter replied saying, "Yes I know Charles but that is no excuse for
those four following your two men such a distance then getting stuck into them,
that showed it was deliberate & thought out."

Charles nodded and then said, "Yes that is a point but you can't help human
nature. The four soldiers saw what to them were two homosexuals and felt
threatened in some way and decided to fix the problem. I don't agree with their
reaction but I can understand it."

Peter leant closer to Charles slipping his arm about his waist as he snuggled
his head on Charles' shoulder, he sighed and said, "Let's forget about their
behaviour, we can't waste our precious time together talking about such
unpleasantries."

Charles turned his head and pressed his lips to Peter's close-cropped blond hair
his hand dropped to the young man's thigh giving it a squeeze as Peter tensed
his muscles increasing the pleasure for them both. Peter lifted his face to
Charles and they kissed deeply and tenderly, both men's cocks throbbing into
life again under the tropical stars. They slid off the huge log and lay together
their bodies making full contact as they kissed and rubbed together.

Back up the beach Bryce and Malcolm reached the tall wharf and walked underneath
into the inky shadow, they moved up towards the start of the pier where the lay
together in the darkness and removed each other's clothing before Malcolm
slipped his hard hot   penis into and up Bryce's tight juice slippery rear end.
Bryce bit his lip to stop himself shouting out with pleasure as he felt
Malcolm's cock cannon slice into his twitching twot, Malcolm moaned softly in
his ear, "Ooooh blimey Bryce your so tight and hot I love feeding my cock up
your sweet little arse."

Malcolm stirred his hips about swizzling his stiffy about in the molten mushy
cock-swallowing chute making Bryce shake and shiver in pleasure. He moved to
turn his face to the gunner and their tongues entwined as Malcolm began to slide
back and forth punching into Bryce's brilliant behind. Overhead the sound of
footsteps echoed as the shore leave crews of the two destroyers moved back and
forth along the pier. The two lovers thinking of how exciting it was to be
enjoying sex right under their unsuspecting feet.

Ashore in military headquarters senior officers of the commando training unit
were in deep discussion about the movement of their latest trainees, the
training was complete and the men were ready to be sent into the field against
the Japanese horde trying to make their way over the Kokoda Track to take Port
Moresby giving them a jumping off point for their assault on Australia. It was
decided that they would ask for assistance from both destroyers currently in
port, they hoped the British and Australian naval commands would give them
permission to use Fox Hound and Stuart to transport the men to New Guinea.

Signals were encoded and sent off into the ether to the pertinent headquarters,
Colombo and Sydney, now they had to await the replies before their plans could
be implemented. Meanwhile out two couples had reached their climaxes and copious
amounts of sperm had been exchanged, their bodies cooled after the exertion as
they lay still coupled together kissing and fondling in the darkness. The men
slid apart and climbed struggling to their feet on the soft sand before tidying
their clothes and making their ways back to their duties, the three sailors to
the Fox Hound and Peter after making his sad farewell headed for the barracks at
the camp up in the jungle behind Cairns. They hoped the brass hats would agree
to the use of the two destroyers rather than wait for the return of the steamer
that had left for Port Moresby just a few days ago.

Meanwhile Charles had returned to Fox Hound and retired for the night after
checking all was well with the duty officer, Charles showered then dried off and
stretched out on his bunk lying there reminiscing over the incredible evening he
had shared with the young commando officer. Charles dropped off into a deep
slumber and slept through the night awakening at just after dawn, he yawned and
climbed out of the bunk to wash up then donned a clean uniform as Bradley
appeared with his morning meal. Fresh food made a huge difference to his repast
much more palatable than the powdered eggs and other long life foods carried by
the naval vessels.

Charles dawdled over his final cup of tea chatting with Bradley before he
finally decided to put in an appearance on the bridge; he walked onto the bridge
and the duty crew immediately smartened up watching their captain to assess his
mood. Charles was in a relaxed frame of mind and after returning the salutes he
sat on his bridge stool, cap pulled low to shield his eyes from the bright
tropical sun and gazing across the harbour to the thick mangrove forests around
the edges. He observed a pair of white headed sea eagles hunting from the point
nearby and admired their beauty and sleekness as they dived down snatching
unwary fish from the water then flying back up to their huge nest in the tree
tops to feed their hungry young.

Charles thoughts returned to last night and the encounter with Peter, the
handsome fit young commando lieutenant who had conquered his heart. He wondered
how long Fox Hound would be permitted to laze about in Cairns before those who
decided these things called on her to carry out a new mission, he hoped not for
a few days at least. Charles desperately wanted to cement his relationship with
the dashing young Australian officer. Charles gaze drifted across towards HMAS
Stuart moored on the opposite side of the pier and saw Samuel her captain also
relaxed on her bridge he threw him a salute and it was returned with a large
cheerful grin.

Charles returned to his day dream of Peter and how accomplished a lover he was
for so young a man, of course his fitness and incredible penis helped to make
him a truly fantastic lover but the lad was also so affectionate and loving into
the bargain. Charles felt his cock stiffening, just remembering their molten
tryst up on the bluff stirred him and he looked across to check it out and was
amazed that it was readily visible from the bridge. He smiled to himself
thinking thank goodness it had been a dark night or who knows who might have
seen them at it.

Charles surreptitiously adjusted himself and squirmed in the seat, Bryce
standing at the rear of the bridge saw his captain's action and grinned to
himself, knowing Charles was thinking of Peter. He nudged Malcolm who was
officer of the watch and smirked nodding towards the captain they both smiled
although it caused Malcolm to wince from the bruising to his mouth and jaw.
Charles enjoyed the warm sun and the warmth generated inside him from his
memories as his cock throbbed away tightly held in his fast becoming moist
underwear.

Bryce moved across to check the weather station on the bridge and tapped the
barometer the needle dropped slightly but not in a worrying fashion, it looked
as though the calm hot weather would persist and if so maybe they could get in
some swimming when their watch finished. The idea of frolicking in the warm sea
a pleasant thought as he strolled back to the centre of the bridge standing
beside the brass engine room telegraph, its polished surface reflecting the
bright sunlight.

The bridge crew could hear young voices raised in joy as a small group of local
boys messed about splashing, swimming and playing in the smooth sea near the
pier. Bryce moved across to stand on the bridge wing watching the fun and
admiring the young lads fit tanned bodies, their wet shorts clung to their
bodies giving tantalising glimpses of their hidden wonders. Malcolm strolled
across to lean beside Bryce watching the frolicking lads, they both smiled at
the sight of the smooth youngsters enjoying themselves.

At military headquarters the brass had sent their request to Sydney about using
the two destroyers to carry the unit North to New Guinea and awaited the reply,
they knew it would tack time as a British vessel was involved but they felt
confident that both ships could be permitted to carry out the task, one would be
able to do the job but the men would be jammed in like sardines in a can. Peter
meanwhile was out with his platoon sweating hard as the carried out a run
through the obstacle course set up in the jungle. He and his men were gasping
for air in the close humidity as they leapt, climbed crawled through the various
obstacles set up. Their heavy packs dragged on their hot tired bodies as the
forced themselves to finish the course in a record time while their sodden
uniforms chaffed their flesh.

The trial over all the men collapsed on the ground chest heaving trying to suck
oxygen from the hot humid air, peter was proud of his young men as they had just
set a new time over the difficult course. He congratulated the lads as soon as
his breathing permitted and was rewarded by the smiles of pride that they had
set a new mark for others to attempt to better. Peter knew that when they
reached New Guinea the terrain would be even worse than what they experienced
here and he prayed his men could adapt readily to the ordeal. Peter wondered how
the lads up there could be holding back the Japanese horde, he knew they were
not front line troops yet they seemed to be holding their own under impossible
conditions from all reports.

Peter struggled to his feet wiping the stinging sweat from his eyes as he
swatted at the annoying biting insects that seemed to thrive in the jungle, his
men groaned as they saw their officer settle his pack and grasp his Owen gun,
they knew he was about to order them to their aching feet. Peter called the men
to attention and they struggled up straightening their kit before lining up at
attention. He gave the order to quick march and the columns began to march off
back towards base as they started singing, "It's a Long Way to Tipperary."

The birds in the surrounding trees flew rapidly away from the sound of their
voices as the men marched briskly back down the track towards the coast. The
dust rose up from their boots coating their damp sweaty skin and uniforms, Peter
called a break after 30 minutes and they all took a drink of tepid water from
their canteens. A short break and away they marched again finally arriving at
the base and collapsing onto their bunks in the camouflaged tents in full kit
too tired to initially even drop their heavy packs. Peter left his lads to
recuperate and he made his way to headquarters to see the C.O. and ask if any
news of their impending departure had come in.

The Colonel in charge of the base greeted the red faced sweaty young lieutenant
with a smile as he returned Peter's salute; the man was well pleased with this
young lad and his platoon of men their work ethic amazed him, they were by far
the best bunch he'd had the pleasure of training and stood out from the other
platoons in their battalion, and he had trained thousands of young soldiers
moulding them into commandoes. He realised that the lieutenant was the person
responsible for his men's work ethic and knew they would follow him anywhere.
The colonel offered Peter a drink and they sat at the desk sipping a whisky
together as he congratulated Peter on his men's effort over the course today.
Peter blushed and smiled at the man's praise but he too was proud of his little
unit and he drove them to hopefully toughen them enough to go into combat in the
Owen Stanleys when they arrived up there.

Peter's mind drifted as he sat there, he pictured Charles naked on the grass
last night as he was making love to him, his brain swirled with pent up emotions
that he knew were virtually useless as they would soon be parted permanently as
Charles' ship was sent off on some mission or other. He hoped they could get
together at least once more before they parted as he felt his love for the older
Englishman was so strong. Peter let the Colonel drone on as he mentally relived
his amazing luck of meeting Charles.

Little did Peter know that plans were afoot to transport his battalion on the
two destroyers if the Navy agreed to their request? The two officers chatted for
a while longer, once Peter dragged his mind back to the situation. The colonel
finally told Peter to go take a shower and change out of his grubby uniform.
Peter thanked the older soldier and saluted before about turning and marching
out to his tent where he stripped to his underwear and grabbed his towel and
soap then headed for the ablution block. He dropped his underpants and slipped
under the shower pulling on the cord to start the flow once wet he stopped the
water and lathered himself enjoying the feel of his hands rubbing on his slick
muscular body. As he showered he imagined it was Charles fondling him and soon
he was sporting a hard on, luckily he was alone so he wanked like a mad man and
spurted sperm onto the duckboards on the floor. He trembled and held onto the
plywood partition separating the showers; his knees were shaking and felt like
jelly as he stood head bowed on his chest gasping heavily.

Once he'd recovered he rinsed and dried off then wrapped his towel around his
slim waist he trotted to his tent to dress again feeling refreshed and happy now
his balls were not under pressure. Peter planned on going swimming later in the
day as the sun lowered he wondered if Charles would see him on the beach and
come ashore to join him. He flopped onto his bunk and lay there naked soon
falling asleep after his strenuous exercise, shower and hot wank; the gentle
breeze off the sea caressed his naked body cooling him as he slept.

Two hours later he awoke feeling refreshed and raring to go, he got up and
pulled on a pair of shorts without underwear he slipped on a shirt and sandals
made sure he had his identity card then grabbed his towel and headed off through
the guarded entrance gates after flashing his id then hitched a lift down to the
shore in a passing jeep. Peter jumped from the jeep thanking the driver and
walked towards the pier looking at the Fox Hound hoping to see Charles. He saw
the group of young lads messing about in the water and grinned at their antics,
he looked up at the bridge and saw the two blokes he and Charles had helped out
and he grinned and waved up to them. Bryce and Malcolm grinned and waved back
then he saw the officer turn and speak to someone not visible.

In a minute he spotted Charles appear beside the other two and the captain waved
and grinned down at him happily. Peter felt his heart thumping in his chest at
the sight of the handsome man as he waved eagerly back. Charles called down to
him, "Stay there I'll join you shortly."

Peter was overjoyed and he dropped his towel and peeled off his already sweaty
shirt dropping it beside the towel on the white sand. He sat down then stretched
out in the sun flexing his body as he stretched, the young lads stopped their
frolics to stare entranced at the bronzed god lying on their beach. The sight
was truly awesome and the lads whispered to one another while admiring Peter's
body. Other soldiers enjoying the beach hardly interested these lads at all,
they were almost mesmerised by Peter's superb build and the huge bulge in those
baggy khaki army shorts.

Minutes passed while Charles went below to change into an old pair of shorts, he
dug out a pair of old plimsolls to wear on his feet and Bradley handed him a
fresh towel wishing him luck as Charles thanked him and left the cabin. He
hurried ashore and almost ran along the long pier, he was so eager to be with
Peter once again, he bounded off the end dropping onto the soft sand and hurried
down the beach to plonk himself next to his lover. The boys watched the new
development as the tall older man joined their idol and tossed off his shirt,
they ogled Charles' build and compared the two men, but Peter won by a good
margin mainly because he was younger and even more muscular than Charles.

Charles lay back beside Peter enjoying the sun and the company as they chatted
quietly together while the boys began romping about once more.


                                 To be continued.