Date: Sun, 5 Nov 2006 02:45:08 -0800 (PST)
From: James Robinson <juzjamie20@yahoo.com.au>
Subject: Atlantic Express Chapter 27

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          Atlantic Express, Chapter 27           by justjames17.


The friends all began talking at once trying to talk Charles out of
returning to sea, they soon realised it was useless by the determined set
of his jaw and gave up the attempt. Henry sat quietly holding Charles hand
in his while the conversation continued around them, he rested his head on
the Englishman's shoulder hoping silently that the Admiralty would not send
him back into the fight. Charles was praying silently in his head that a
ship would be allocated to him in the near future. The meal over Allen
helped Bradley to clear the dishes and they retired to the kitchen to wash
the dirty plates and utensils.

The rest left the dining room and retired to the parlour where Charles
poured brandies for those who wanted one and the rest settled down on the
lounges talking about the war and how the Axis forces were still triumphant
in Europe and in the Middle East where Rommell was giving the British
forces a drumming in the desert with his Afrika Corps. His tanks were
chasing the allies towards Egypt with disastrous results in loss of
equipment as they raced back towards the East.

Things were looking grim as the American forces were still being shipped
across the Atlantic and were training to invade France when it was
practicable.  The Allied convoys operating into the Mediterranean were
copping a pounding from the Luftwaffe and Italian Air Force operating out
of Italy and from airstrips in North Africa. The Italian fleet, a very
modern and powerful unit was sitting in harbour as if they were scared to
venture out, their capital ships stayed in dock only the lighter units
sallied out to harass the convoys.

Greece was under strong attack from the air in preparation for an attack by
German airborne forces and the Greek and Australian troops trapped there
were slowly being ground to a pulp by the continual bombing. Supplies were
only able to reach them in the hours of darkness and then only by the
fastest destroyers that could sneak in and get out of the area before
daylight revealed their presence to the marauding bombers.

The whole Mediterranean was fast turning into the Mare Ibrium, Our Sea, as
the dictator Mussolini claimed. The British forces, a combination of
English, Scottish, New Zealand and Australian troops were desperately
trying to hold back Rommell's Blitzkrieg to stop him reaching Alexandria
and seizing the Suez Canal. The capitulated French fleet was anchored in
Oran Harbour, the Allies feared that the Germans would seize this powerful
force and use it against the British fleet and convoys as they steamed
through the Strait of Gibraltar and in the Mediterranean.

Churchill, the British Prime Minister was trying to get the Americans to
send a force into North Africa to attack the Italian forces in Ethiopia and
Sudan so far they were refusing to co operate. Things were not looking good
for the Allies and Hitler was rubbing his hands with delight, as the Axis
forces seemed invincible. Charles was desperate to get into the stoush and
do his bit to call a halt to the jack boots stomping across the world. They
retired for the night and everyone paired off for some sexual relief,
except for Randy who joined young Allen and Martin in their bed.

The three young lads began to writhe about rubbing each others' body,
groping and grasping, licking and sucking various appendages or body parts,
their excited sensuous moans heard by all upstairs as their play became
wilder and sexier. Randy ended up being the ham in the sandwich as Martin
rooted his tight arse and Allen 69'd with the moaning gasping young
American. Martin loved the feel of the Yank's burning hot rectum clutching
his hard sword as he slid it greasily in and out of the silken
scabbard. Every thrust elicited a responding gasp around Allen's hard teen
meat increasing the young Brit's pleasure as he sucked hard on Randy's rock
hard rod.

Martin felt Randy tighten up on his tool as he neared climax as Allen
redoubled his suction on the large throbbing meat ramming into his
gullet. Randy grunted a couple of times as his whole body bucked, then his
cock swelled hugely in Allen's throat as he erupted mightily. His fleshy
cannon fired round after round of hot sperm flooding into the gulping
Allen's gullet which dragged Martin howling and humping his seed up the
spasming rectum coating the silky crimson walls with pearly teen
batter. Allen not to be left out spurted his juice all over Randy's sweaty
red face as in his ecstasy he'd relinquished the young lad's throbbing
rod. Semen coated his face, intruded up his flared nostrils and drooled
into his panting mouth running down his chin.

They calmed down and the lads licked and sucked at each other's sweaty
bodies eating the sweet nectar until they were clean and glisteningly
slippery with each other's saliva. They relaxed savouring that post
climactic bliss where one's body and mind drift in a mist of satiated
pleasure shortly after they spooned together in a tangle of limbs and
appendages slipping into a deep sleep.

The next few days were a riot of sensational sex as these young fit lads
experimented on every way to enjoy each other's bodies, resulting in many,
many climaxes each 24 hours until the day came for Randy to report back to
his ship. Allen and Martin escorted the exhausted young American to the
railway station and waited till the train huffed into the platform and
stopped in a hissing cloud of steam. They hugged each other and Randy
promised to return next leave to see them then they helped him aboard
stowing his kitbag in the rack then stepping out and watched waiving as the
train shuddered and clanked into motion. Their last view was of Randy's
blonde haired head craning out the window waving his arm as the train
rounded the bend and disappeared from sight, its sound diminishing into the
distance.

The two lads returned sadly to Charles' estate trudging along the hedge and
tree lined narrow roadway, their spirits down and thinking of the young
American sailor going off to war. Allen realised that Martin too would soon
be leaving him to join the battle and he cursed that he was too young to go
with him. They reached the entrance gates and turned up the long driveway
under the magnificent elm trees walking now hand in hand in the dappled
golden sunlight up to the old mansion.

The place seemed empty, no sound of movement, as they made their way
through to the rear of the rambling house and out the French doors onto the
flagstone patio overlooking the formal but slightly overgrown garden at the
rear. The war had stolen most the young men and an elderly gent, from the
village was looking after the grounds his abilities limited by age tried
his best to keep things trim and growing. There they found Charles, Henry
Richard and Tom all enjoying the warm sun talking desultorily while lying
relaxed on sun lounges wearing nothing but their skins, sipping on their
drinks. Charles saw the lads appear and said, "Welcome back lads did Randy
get away all right?"

Allen nodded as they walked together to an empty lounge where they sat
together arms around each other companionably, Charles smiled and said,
"There is some punch there on the table help yourselves if your thirsty
after your walk."

Allen got up and walked across took two glasses filled them and carried
them back handing one to Martin who pecked him on the cheek thanking
him. Charles closed his eyes revelling in the gentle warm sun as he lay
back tanning himself, the warmth gradually caused his penis to expand and
he looked around to find everyone was similarly turgid and the two
youngsters were kissing lost to their surroundings. Bradley appeared at the
doors and said, "Excuse me captain you are wanted on the telephone."

Charles sighed and got to his feet, limping inside to answer the call, the
cool air inside caused goose bumps to appear as he shivered from the chill,
he picked up the receiver and answered to find it was the Admiralty
informing him that he was to take command of a destroyer in 48 hours and
they required him to come to London to receive his orders
immediately. Charles acknowledged their request and hung up the phone
hurrying to the kitchen and asked Bradley to get his number 1 uniform ready
for him while he took a bath.

He hurried out onto the patio to break the news to his friends and Henry
looked shattered saying, "Oh no my love your not going back into the
battle."

Charles nodded and hugged his lover as Henry threw himself into his arms
where he began sobbing quietly onto Charles' shoulder, Charles held him
tight and quietly said, "Henry please my sweet man, don't make this harder
than it is, you know I must return I'm not built to sail a damned desk in
an office it would kill me."

Henry lifted his head and kissed Charles feverishly rubbing his tears onto
Charles cheeks as he sadly replied, "I know Charles, I'm being selfish but
you mean so much to me and I just hate the thought of you sailing on
dangerous seas where you may be killed at any moment."

Charles smiled and replied, "Henry you silly plonker, don't you realise
that this will be the third time, my third ship, it will be third time
lucky this time. They won't sink my new ship it's just not feasible."

Bradley popped his head out the doors and said, "Excuse me sir, I've drawn
your bath and laid out you uniform."

Charles gently disentangled Henry and kissed him again saying, "I must
hurry my love I've got to catch the train for London, I should be back
tonight if not I'll see you in the morning."

He left the patio and hurried inside to bathe and get dressed, half an hour
later he was walking to the station after refusing the Bradley getting out
the car saying, "I need the exercise Bradders, I'll be fine don't worry."

Charles boarded the train and was soon stepping off at Victoria station and
hailing a cab for the trip to Admiralty House. He saluted the sentries,
reported to the reception desk and was directed to the appropriate officer,
knocking on the door he was told to enter and walked in and saluted the
senior officer behind the desk. They discussed his health then he was told
the ship was docked at Scarpa Flow undergoing repairs after a run in with a
German destroyer in the North Sea. She would be ready for sea in a week and
he was to report there within the next three days. He handed Charles the
orders appointing him as commanding officer to unit H69 an older F class
destroyer built back in the 1930's, at least it was a destroyer, even if
smaller and less powerful than the Tribal he lost. Charles was pleased as
he shook hands happily with the Appointments Officer and left the building
with a smile on his lips and a spring in his step even with the slight
limp.

He headed back to Victoria to catch his train back home, the trip flew past
as he read his orders, he was to take command and as soon as able to make
ready to put to sea and head for Gibraltar to join the Mediterranean fleet
with all haste. Charles was happy to see his posting was to the warmer
climes of the Med and he knew the action there was hot and hard, right up
his alley. He detrained and hailed the local cab to get home quickly so he
could tell everyone his new posting and tell Bradley and young Bryce that
they were to join him on board the new boat.

He climbed out of the cab and paid off the driver then made his way inside
to find everyone at the dinner, he took his place at the head of the table
and Bradley brought him his meal. The others sat there waiting to hear the
news as Charles deliberately ate slowly savouring each mouthful dragging
out the meal driving his guests insane with curiosity. Henry finally unable
to contain his curiosity said, "For God's sake Charles please put us out of
our misery and tell us the news."

Charles looked up chewing slowly on a mouthful and smiled at his lover
before swallowing the food and clearing his throat to announce that he was
to leave tomorrow and that Bradley and Martin were to accompany him to
Scarpa Flow to join the HMS Foxhound then from there to steam with all
speed to Gibraltar for service with the Med. Fleet under Admiral
Somerville. The silence was palpable as everyone sat stunned at the news of
his sudden departure, then Henry gasped, "Oh but Charles that is so sudden
my love, Surely they couldn't expect you to just drop everything and leap
into the battle again?"

Charles nodded and replied, "I'm afraid time and war waits for no man
Henry, I must go as the Foxhound is ready and awaiting my arrival. Her
repairs are finished and she is ready for the battle. Her sister ships are
already out there fighting the enemy."

Henry sobbed and reached across hugging Charles to him as he sobbed at the
sudden turn of events, Charles hugged him saying, "Steady on old chap, we
must follow our orders I'm afraid. You can stay on here until you too are
called to leave on your own adventures, though it may be some time before
the invasion can be mounted."

They left the table together as the others talked quietly, Richard too was
sad for his friend but at least Tom was no longer called on fight since his
injuries received during the Blitz, when bombs had dumped half the hotel on
top of him. Young Allen and Martin were sitting there in a state of shock
at the news they were going to be so suddenly separated, they sat staring
into each other's eyes as Bradley cleared the half eaten meal away to wash
the dishes.

The night was sombre, their love making was intense as everyone seemed to
want sex to the fullest like starving men devoured food, they rutted
insanely in their beds, sperm flew like rain as sweaty bodies copulated,
sucked and stroked in a fever of lust and farewell. The dawn found them all
satiated, exhausted and drained completely, dark circles under tired
gravely eyes, aching muscles and orifices were the norm as they dragged
themselves from their love nests and got up to face this day of departures.

The departing men and their lovers were showering their tired bodies
removing all the traces of their night of sex; Bradley was preparing
breakfast in the kitchen with a glum expression. He had enjoyed the long
break from sea duty and had the task of butler and cook but now he was
faced with more danger and he was feeling his age. He knew his duty though
was to look after Charles to his best ability and he loved doing so but
wished his captain had been happy to take a shore posting and left the
fighting to others. He shrugged then squared his shoulders deciding that
come what may he was going to be there for Charles.

The men dressed in their uniforms and ate a hurried meal as Charles told
them they had to report to the airfield and board an Avro Anson to fly up
north to Scarpa Flow. Bradley was unhappy, as he was a man who believed
that if man were meant to fly God would have designed him with wings like a
bird. He shuddered at the thought of climbing into a wood & canvas
contraption with engines and soaring up into the sky with nothing below
him, bit he followed orders as he'd been trained.

Henry and Richard asked Charles if they could use his car to drive them to
the field and see them off, Charles said, "Yes my love you can use the car
but you'll have to watch from outside the airfield as you need a pass to
get onto the base."

Henry smiled wanly and said, "Well that's better than nothing I suppose at
least we can spend a little more time together."

They all climbed into the old Daimler limousine Charles, and Henry in the
front while Bradley, Allen and Martin crammed in the rear, Richard and Tom
stood beside the old car saying their farewells as Henry started the car
then they bounced away in a cloud of blue smoke heading down the long
driveway to the road.

The drive to the airfield was a quiet affair as everyone was deep in
thought about their futures; they arrived at the guardhouse at the entrance
and pulled up to one side as the air police sergeant came across asking
their business. Charles produced his travel warrant and the man studied it
closely then returned the paper and snapped to attention saluting
Charles. He gave directions then said, "If your friends want to drive in to
see you off sir I'll close my eyes to their entry."

Charles smiled happily at the man and Henry beamed his pleasure thanking
the sergeant as the gate was opened by a guard, the old car's gears
crunched and it jerked off entering the immaculate airfield. It was an old
pre war base and built to last, solid brick buildings with well laid out
grounds, a parade ground, neat lawns and even gardens flanked the
pathways. They drove to the turn off as instructed and pulled up at the
edge of the concrete runway where the twin engined Avro sat waiting the
pilots leaning on the wing talking. A hasty goodbye then Charles, Martin
and Bradley walked across humping their kit and climbed into the plane, the
pilots climbed aboard shutting the hatch and an engine whined as the
starter engaged, it coughed and spluttered then belched smoke as the engine
revved up the propeller blurred, the second engine coughed into life and
the aircraft sat there brakes on as the engines were run up.

Brakes released the plane began to move away as Henry and Allen stood
forlornly waving goodbye, the Avro taxied to the runway turned and then
quickly accelerated tail lifting off the ground as she gathered speed
bounced once ten lifted into the air. Henry and Allen watched the shrinking
plane as it flew away till eventually it vanished from sight, as they
walked to the car two Hurricane fighters roared in and landed shattering
the peace of the area.


                                     To be continued.

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