Date: Thu, 14 Jul 2005 04:28:05 -0700 (PDT)
From: james robinson <juzjamie17@yahoo.com>
Subject: The Atlantic Express, Chapter 17

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  The Atlantic Express, Chapter 17.......................by justjames17.


The pocket battleship Graf Spee raced at her full speed of 28 knots, her
engines thundering pushing her towards the horizon, her protagonists, the
three British cruisers loped along in her wake at 30 knots their guns
roaring in reply to the larger ships salvoes. Tall water spouts climbed
skywards as the huge shells splashed down bracketing the HMS Exeter, the
heavy cruiser, The Germans concentrated their fire on the larger cruiser
and they hit her several times causing heavy damage and she turned away
steaming towards the Falkland Islands hidden by a heavy smoke pall. The two
smaller cruisers continued the chase but the Graf Spee now turned and ran
towards the South American coast and the Rio Plate, firing defensively at
her pursuers.

The Spee now began to fire on the Ajax and Achilles as they shadowed the
raider, and several hits were scored on both ships seriously damaging the
Ajax. The Graf Spee had taken many hits and lost over 20 men killed and
many more wounded, her captain decided to flee into the Rio Plate which was
a neutral country to carry out repairs. The two British cruisers shadowed
her into the river then waited offshore to see what developed.

The prisoners were ordered up on deck, Charles was amazed to see the damage
the ship had taken and looked at the prisoners to see if his men were safe,
he saw Tom smiling at him and knew they were ok. The German crew was surly
and obviously upset over the loss of their crew mates and the pounding
their ship had sustained, the sailors were fingering the triggers on their
weapons as they glared at the British seamen. Their emotions were obviously
on a hair trigger and the slightest movement or word may trigger a
massacre, Charles' eyes scanned the young man searching for Günter, the
young German he and Tom had enjoyed sex with. There was no sign of him and
Charles wondered if his young body was amongst the casualties, a twinge of
regret and sadness gripped his heart.

A German officer appeared and barked at his men then turned and began to
address the captives, He informed them where they were and that it was a
neutral country and that they were going to off load all the prisoners here
to be interned. He went on to say that they were going to repair the ship
and obtain fresh supplies whilst in the Montevideo. The prisoners were
allowed the freedom of the deck although watched closely by the tense
German sailors, Charles asked after Günter but he was met with a stony
silence. He walked across to Tom and they discussed the new events, a
launch approached the ship and it pulled into the gangway, a German officer
accompanying a civilian climbed aboard and disappeared into the
superstructure reappearing up on the bridge talking seriously with the
German captain. They watched Langsdorff's face and could see he was unhappy
with the messages he was receiving, after an hour the visitors reappeared
and climbed down to their launch and motored back towards the shore.

Captain Langsdorff announced over the ships address system that the
prisoners would be sent ashore in three hours and that they should gather
their belongings and get ready to leave. The prisoners cheered and set off
to pack their meager gear, once finished they returned to the deck and
lazed about in the humid heat, watching the passing parade of boats
cruising about the warship with cameras working overtime. Aircraft flew
overhead obviously filming and photographing the ship from above, the
German crew watched all this activity closely looking desperate to begin
shooting the sightseers.

Departure time neared and we were greeted by Langsdorff who was shaking
each prisoner's hand and wishing us well and hoping we had not been ill
treated while on his ship. The man was a thorough gentleman and a credit to
his navy, it was a great pity all the enemy weren't similar and treated
their enemy the same way. We boarded a number of launches and were
transferred ashore where the British Consul greeted us, we were driven to a
hotel in the city and put up there while we were debriefed about our
captures and our treatment while prisoners.

Charles was interested in what was going on with the Graf Spee and the
staff from the consulate told him the British government was pressuring the
Uruguayans to send her back to sea. After the authorities boarded the ship
and inspected her damage they gave her 72 hours to carry out repairs then
she would have to set sail again. The Germans were allowed to bury their
dead ashore and Charles and the rest of the prisoners attended the funeral,
there he found out that Günter had died during the battle and he and Tom
placed flowers on the boy's grave, standing heads bowed remembering their
short time together and what a great person the young seaman was.

They returned to the city and Charles and Tom adjourned to a bar to drown
their sorrows, one of the German crew had seen their distress and followed
them to the bar, he approached them and in broken English he told them he
was Günter's friend Herman. Charles invited him to have a drink with them
when he noticed the young man's smooth cheeks were damp with tears, he
realized that Günter and Herman were very close friends maybe lovers. They
sat quietly in a corner booth and thought of their departed friend, Tom
placed a hand on Herman's shoulder and whispered, "Were you and Günter
lovers or just close friends?"

Herman began to cry again and sobbed, "We were lovers and I knew he was
enjoying sex with some of the prisoners but I didn't know who they
were. Now I'm sure that it was you two."

Charles said, "We loved your friend he was a gentle and beautiful lad, if
we had known of your love we would have asked you to join us if you'd
wished."

Herman looked at Charles and nodded then said, "I would have loved to join
you three but we were on different watches so it wasn't possible. It was
very difficult to even get any time together on the ship. We came from the
same village in Austria, up in the Alps where we skied together and loved
one another until the war broke out and we decided to enlist together in
the navy. We did our training together and were drafted to the Graf Spee
before she sailed on this expedition."

We sat there drinking until the bar closed near midnight and we invited
Herman to join us at our hotel, he said he should return to his ship but he
would be glad to join us and he would go back on board in the morning. We
left the hotel and weaved our way to the hotel stumbling upstairs to
Charles' room; there we all collapsed on the bed side by side. In our semi
drunken state we hugged and kissed each other, Tom fell off the bed to the
floor; he pulled himself up using Herman's legs for support. He knelt there
his arms on Herman's thighs as he peered drunkenly at the young German's
crotch in his uniform trousers.

Herman looked down at him grinning stupidly, then he gently ran his
trembling fingers down Tom's smooth cheek, Tom rested his cheek on the
questing hand then kissed it. Herman sighed and Charles moved to him and
kissed him on the lips, the young seamen returned the kiss passionately and
they moved together while Tom undid the German's trousers pulling them down
and exposing his white underwear. Herman's cock was now erect and pushing
up the white cotton briefs, his leaking knob was resting on his right hip,
pointing like a heavy caliber revolver at Charles, the lad was very well
endowed and I could see Tom licking his lips in anticipation.

Tom couldn't control himself and he tore the briefs off the lad and exposed
his throbbing cock which leaped up to point at the lad's chin once freed
from the restricting clothing. Tom dived on the throbbing meat and
swallowed it deep, Henry arched up into his mouth as Charles began
stripping off the lad's upper uniform. Charles then stood up unsteadily and
disrobed then lay behind the young German and began to lick and nibble on
his muscular back, Henry arched and moaned and Tom swallowed him to his
blonde stubble where his pubes had been shorn at the crossing of the
Equator ceremony.

Charles licked and nibbled his way down the lad's sensitive spine until he
reached the tight muscular arse cheeks; he licked and bit the ivory globes
causing renewed spasms to surge through Herman's body. The clean aroma of
the young man's arse was turning Charles on and he was desperate to open
the cleft and taste the hidden place buried deep between the round muscular
cheeks. Tom began licking the lad's balls causing him to lift his left leg
up to give the Englishman an open go at his scrotum, this assisted Charles
who pried the muscled orbs apart and he was able to see the puckered
rosebud guarding the lad's rectum.

Herman was now groaning loudly as his body was attacked fore and aft, Tom
sucking crazily on his pulsating prick while Charles tongue teased his
ring, the youth was in paradise he'd never had two men working his sexual
organs at the same time, only Günter had ever touched him sexually and then
they had only sucked each other and kissed, cuddled or wanked off
together. His sensitive arse opening had not been touched before in this
fashion. The lad was delirious with lust and pleasure as we made love to
his slim muscular body, he was groaning as he gyrated about on the bed and
when Charles tongue penetrated his anus he cried out in his native
tongue. Charles relished the virgin opening and the taste of the young
rectum as he licked the silken burning chute, the boy's sphincter clamping
and releasing his tongue as his excited body bucked and cavorted about.

Tom had the lad's throbbing erection buried deep in his gullet as he sucked
him ravenously; Herman was beginning to arch up hard pressing his groin to
Tom's face saliva dribbling out onto the sparse blonde pubes as the pulsing
tool humped deep into the young Englishman's throat. Charles having
loosened the tight entrance decided he had better slide his fuck pole
quickly into Herman's twitching ring before the lad climaxed in Tom's
throat, he spat on his hand and lubed his cock quickly then aimed it into
his winking muscle. He pushed quickly and hard opening the gate sliding his
cock rapidly into Herman's rectum, the young German cried out in pain as he
was speared by the thick lance of hot muscle. The conquering was rapid and
final as Charles pulled him onto his cock pressing hard against the
muscular orbs of firm white flesh. Herman was rigid with shock and pain
until gradually his guts adapted to the invasion, his fast heavy panting
slowed as he calmed and Charles felt the muscles relaxing as he pulled
slowly back and slid gently in again. Herman lay there being serviced fore
and aft his senses reeling from the incredible sensations, his moans
echoing around the room joining the slurping of Tom's mouth and the
slapping of Charles' hips against his tight buns.

Their joining continued until Herman crying uncontrolled began spurting
into Tom's hungry mouth his climax tensing his ring to lock onto the
thrusting pole ramming deep into his insides. Charles felt the tightness
suddenly around his sliding tool and he redoubled his efforts trying to
join the lad in his climax, Charles balls started to tingle as they drew up
tight and he arched back driving as hard and deep as he could. His fat pole
swelling, pulsing frantically as he tried to hold his cum as long as he
could but the lad's arse sucked the sperm from his balls and he sprayed his
boiling bonanza into the virgin body. Again and again his shuddering body
sent his sperm missiles cannoning into the stretched twitching tunnel until
he collapsed onto the sweating groaning lad pinning Tom between them.

Some time passed before the trio could pull apart and roll off each other
lying exhausted on the bed, Charles looked at the young German then at Tom,
Herman was lying legs spread apart a trickle of cum ran from his still
stretched anus, Tom's eyes slid up the smooth thigh of the lad and his eyes
fastened on the slick cummy hole. He smiled at his Commanding Officer as
Charles smiled at him and nodded his head towards Herman's open arse; Tom
slid off the bed and wormed around to kneel between his thighs resting his
hands where the prominent hip bones stretching the pale tight skin. Tom
looked into Herman's eyes asking silently for permission to continue his
deflowering, the young German smiled wearily back at him and Tom eased his
throbbing tool gently into the slick lax tunnel.

His penis slid smoothly up the cum coated burning hot chute as Herman
moaned closing his eyes and smiling , Tom bottomed out his hips pressed to
the firm stretched buttocks as he began to fuck, his cock squelching loudly
on the oozing cum inside the abused rectum. Tom lasted no time at all
before his sperm rocketed out mixing with Charles earlier deposit, Herman
was sweating and moaning as his cock pulsed on his stomach and began
ejaculating as Tom's tool pounded his love button. Both lads were spewing
their seed in hot gushes as their nuts pumped out their juice, the flood
eased and dribbled to a stop, Tom clutching Herman's shoulders kissed him
on the lips as he slowly pressed their heaving torsos together.

The three man lay together on the bed as they relaxed recuperating from
their strenuous climaxes, Herman looked at the window to see the sun rising
and knew he must return to his battered ship. He groggily got to his feet
and fumbled around sorting his uniform from the tangle of discarded
clothing, he dressed while Charles and Tom watched him tiredly; he adjusted
his uniform looking in the mirror then walked to the bed and the supine
men. He kissed both Englishmen and thanked them for the great night then
turned and walked from the room and closed the door walking quietly down
the empty passageway to the stairs leading down to the lobby of the
hotel. The young night manager saw him hesitate and look sadly up the
stairs then steel himself straighten up and march out into the street.

Herman made his way to the docks and looked about for a boat from the ship,
there was no sign of it and he realized the crew was all aboard and asleep,
he looked for a boat to take him out and discovered a small dinghy with a
young lad asleep on the thwart. He climbed down the ladder and tugged on
the boat's painter drawing it to the ladder, the dinghy bumped against the
ladder waking the youngster who looked scared at this strange sailor
holding onto his boat. Herman smiled at the urchin and said, "I want you to
row me to my ship out there, will you do it I'll pay you for your trouble."

The boy brushed his hair from his dark eyes and looked up at Herman then
nodded and Herman climbed gingerly into the boat being careful not to upset
it throwing them into the filthy scum and refuse littered water. He undid
the painter and gently pushed the dinghy off out into the harbour, the
youngster pulled out his oars and began to row pulling the boat away
heading towards the distant warship. As the boy struggled with the oars
bending and pulling Herman was watching where his slim tanned legs
disappeared into his tattered shorts, he was catching a glimpse every now
and then of the tight little genitals held in the boy's grimy
briefs. Herman began to get aroused at the brief sightings as the boy rowed
on, he asked the youngster how old he was and the boy replied in broken
English thirteen years. Herman asked him his name and the boy replied
Carlos, Herman told him his name and they both shook hands.

Herman admired the play of the boy's muscles as he rowed the boat out
across the harbour, the temperature climbed as he rowed and the boy took
off his shirt and exposed his cute young torso to the German's avid
eyes. Herman stretched forward and slid his hand across the urchin's smooth
chest tickling his nipples as the boy jerked back in fear. Herman spoke
soothingly and the boy began to relax enjoying the soft fondling of the
man's hand, Herman's other hand touched the boy's knee and crept up his
bronzed thigh and under the tattered shorts leg. The boy had stopped rowing
and shipped the oars as he surrendered to the advances of the young seaman,
his swarthy face immobile as his dark eyes followed every move.

The dinghy was drifting well offshore and anyone looking out wouldn't make
out what was happening unless they used a telescope or binoculars, the boy
lay back and opened his legs, he wasn't an innocent he was a creature of
the wharves, a plaything of the many sailors from many countries. Herman
pulled the grubby shorts off the boy leaving his grimy underpants on as he
ogled the small spike protruding up towards the boy's flat muscled
stomach. He rubbed his fingers up the swollen prick feeling the heat and
hardness of the throbbing bone hard boy tool, Herman pulled down the grey
old stained underpants and inhaled the fruity rich aroma of the boy's
unwashed genitals.

He licked the stretched taut stomach, making the boy giggle and gurgle, his
wet tongue slid down to lave over the long wrinkled foreskin as he sucked
the hard little cock into his mouth. The boy was gasping as he humped his
hips up and Herman sucked him deep one hand fondling the tight velvet ball
bag while his middle finger of his other hand sought and located the tight
little pucker hidden beneath. The insertion caused the boy to bridge up his
young body rigid as Herman delved deep in his hot rectum driving up to his
knuckles against the firm wide spread bottom. Carlos was grunting as the
sailor finger fucked him then slid a second finger into the elastic ring
working both fingers around stretching and loosening the boy's anus.

Carlos was now on fire his sexuality raging through his young body as
Herman finger fucked his arse, the gyrations of the excited urchin caused
the dinghy to rock about on the smooth water as their urges increased to
fever pitch. Herman fumbled with his fly and pulled out his raging prick,
he lifted the boy's legs onto his shoulders and fed his fat fucker into
Carlos' arse. He rooted the boy hard and fast ramming him, tearing up his
used tunnel, the boy was screaming ecstatically as he arched throwing his
head back over the middle thwart as Herman pounded his posterior. Both
climaxed at once their cocks spewing sperm from their swollen urethras as
their nuts roiled in their tightly drawn up sacks. Carlos creamed his
ridged muscular young belly, a pool forming in his belly button, while
Herman pumped his guts full.

Herman held the boys hips as he quivered, he'd just had his first fuck
after being introduced to full sex for the first time during the night, his
whole body was on fire as his climax slowly subsided and his penis began to
return to normal. He felt his cabana slide out of the boy's gripping ring
and he sighed in regret as the cooler air blew around his heated
flesh. Carlos sat up and pulled his shorts up as if nothing had happened
and he began rowing once again while the sailor did up his uniform and sat
on the stern thwart.

The dinghy finally reached the Graf Spee and Herman gave the youngster all
the money he had on him and the boy smiled at him and began rowing back
towards the wharves. Herman climbed the gangway and was halted as he
stepped onto the deck by an officer who demanded to know where he had been
as the crew all returned on board last evening. Herman stood there rigid at
attention while the officer ranted and raved at him, then he was ordered to
be taken below and locked in the brig. Two armed seaman marched him away
accompanied by a Petty Officer who unlocked the steel door of the brig as
Herman was pushed inside and the heavy door was slammed behind him and he
heard the rattle of the keys as it was locked.

The diplomats meanwhile were arguing the pros and cons of the Graf Spee's
rights, the Uruguayan Government finally said the ship could only stay for
72 hours and then must up anchor and put to sea again, the British wanted
to delay her departure till their capital ships could arrive and deal with
the heavily armed raider. The government was adamant it wanted the German
ship gone from their territory; Hitler ordered that the ship was not to
battle with heavy units of the British navy which the German's were sure
were awaiting her offshore.

It was decided that the Panzerschiffe would be scuttled and her crew
transferred to a German cargo ship and taken across to Argentina, the 72
hours were up and Captain Langsdorff up anchored and began to steam out
into the estuary, the crowds watched from the shore as she slowly made her
way further off shore then she stopped and the German cargo ship moved
alongside. The crew deserted the ship and boarded the merchant ship while
scuttling charges were laid in her bilges, the last crew members
transferred to the cargo ship and as it sailed away muffled explosions were
heard and the ship began to burn as she settled in the shallow waters. She
lay there on the bottom her decks and superstructure above the surface as
she burned while explosions could be heard from her innards.

Her crew was interned in friendly Argentina and her Captain committed
suicide some days later. Charles and his crew and the merchant mariners
were held waiting the arrival of a ship to take them back to England.


                                                  To be continued?


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