Date: Tue, 5 Dec 2006 18:04:47 -0800 (PST)
From: James Robinson <juzjamie20@yahoo.com.au>
Subject: Atlantic Express Chapter 28

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     Atlantic Express Chapter 28,                     by justjames17.


 The shuddering racketing Avro thumped down on the Naval airstrip at Scarpa
Flow and rattled and bumped its way to a halt, Charles, Bradley and Bryce
clambered out and grabbed their sea bags walking across the tarmac to the
head quarters building where Charles told his companions to wait while he
sorted out the paperwork. The air was cold with a crisp breeze blowing in
from off shore Bradley and Bryce pulled up the hoods of their duffle coats
as they huddled out of the icy blast. Charles reappeared and said a truck
would be along to pick them up and he'd see them on board the Foxhound as
soon as he finished here.

A small 30 cwt truck pulled up its canvas cover shaking in the breeze as
the two men clambered aboard, the truck jerked into gear and whined off
towards the harbour under the slate grey skies. They were dropped at a
jetty where an open motorboat awaited them, dumping their kit along with
Charles's they climbed aboard and away it chugged out onto the bleak, cold,
wave-capped anchorage threading its way through the multitude of anchored
war ships. Eventually the launch headed for a small destroyer with the
number H69 on her bows, the ship looked tiny compared to the nearby
battleship,HMS Repulse. The destroyer could almost be her ship's launch, it
swung on the tide looking cold and wet while tugging at it's mooring buoy
as if eager for freedom and warmer climes.

The boat bumped alongside the hull rubbing gunnels on the brow, Bradley and
Bryce jumped out grabbing the gear and thanking the launch crew as it cast
off and chugged busily away. They climbed the ladder to the deck and
reported to the officer of the deck a lieutenant who asked their names and
took their papers, he read them quickly and told Bryce to report to the
boatswain and instructed Bradley where to find the captain's cabin. He
studied Bradley closely wondering what their new commanding officer would
be like; Bradley too inspected the officer he'd noticed his intense look at
the young seaman and his slight effeminacy and pegged him as being a man
lover or at least a suppressed homosexual. Bradley smiled to himself
wondering what Charles would think of this turn of events.

The young officer was quite handsome, fair haired and skinned, wide set
grey eyes, slightly freckled straight nose with very full lips and a square
determined jaw. He looked to be in his early 20's and looked well built
even under the heavy uniform and duffle coat. Bradley saluted and picked up
the two sea bags and headed into the superstructure to find Charles's
cabin. It was smaller by far compared to the Berber's cabin but was
slightly larger than the old Spring Thorpe's and Bradley began unpacking
Charles' gear stowing it away in the lockers and drawers, then he made up
the bunk and went into his own tiny cabin and unpacked his kit.

He heard the bosun's pipe sound as Charles arrived and he put on the kettle
to make a hot cup of tea for his friend and captain, to warm him up after
the long cold trip across the anchorage. Charles stepped aboard and saluted
the quarterdeck then returned the deck officer's salute asking if the first
lieutenant was aboard. He was informed that the officer wasn't on board as
yet as he was still on leave, Charles ordered the gunner to call a meeting
of the ship's officers in an hour. Charles studied the young man and
thought the same as Bradley had earlier. He turned away and went below deck
to find Bradley; he located the cabin and walked in tossing his cap and
gloves onto the bunk as he briskly rubbed his cold hands together. Bradley
poured him a cup of tea and placed it on his desk as Charles sank onto the
chair and thanked him.

He took a sip and held it in his mouth warming it before swallowing the
tea; he looked at Bradley and said, "What do you think of the young gunnery
officer my friend?"

Bradley smiled at him and said, "Interesting sir, I'd stake my life he is
homosexual but probably still in the closet. He showed particular interest
in young Bryce, his eyes followed him till he was out of sight."

Charles grinned and agreed saying, "He is quite a handsome young man that's
for certain and this could be an interesting posting. Did Bryce show an
interest in him as well?"

Bradley grinned and nodded, "His eyes opened wider when he saw him, there
seemed to be a certain electricity between them."  Charles asked Bradley to
get Bryce to report to the cabin in two hours as he had a meeting in the
wardroom to meet the officers and find out a little about their new
ship. Bradley smiled and asked what was afoot; Charles chortled and replied
that he was going to prime the lad about investigating the sexy young
gunnery officer sexuality. Charles sat at his desk studying the drafting
plans of the new ship as he familiarised himself with her layout, he was
going to inspect her thoroughly after the two meetings he had planned.

Time arrived for the meeting with his officers and Charles rolled up the
plans slipping them into the desk drawer and picking up his cap he left the
cabin, Bradley followed him going to locate Bryce. Charles made his way to
the small wardroom pushing the curtain aside and entering pleased to see
all officers except the first officer present as they leapt to their feet
and stood at attention and smartly saluting their new commander. Charles
was amazed at their youth, they all looked like teenagers except for the
chief engineer a dour swarthy Scott, Charles removed his cap and took the
seat at the head of the table as he introduced himself then asked each
one's name.

The chief's name was Alistair MacInnes; the navigator was Jeffrey White,
gunnery officer was Malcolm Douglas while the missing first lieutenant's
name was Alan Harbury. Alan filed each name away in his memory and asked
what the readiness of the Foxhound was; the chief said that mechanically
she was A1 and ready for sea and that the repairs had been completed
satisfactorily. Charles nodded and looked to the rest asking if their
departments were up to scratch, the officers all replied that they were
ready for action, Charles asked when the first lieutenant was due to report
back aboard and was told his leave finished tomorrow. The meeting finished
the steward brought drinks to the table and the meeting dissolved into a
discussion of the ship's war experiences.

She had been on convoy duties across the channel at the start of the war
then after the evacuation of the British expeditionary forces from Dunkirk
had been on home waters convoys before finally transferring to the Murmansk
convoys where they were under constant attack but on her last convoy she
had been despatched to attack a submarine while the convoy steamed on and a
German destroyer had appeared out of the darkness and shelled her heavily
before retiring again leaving her heavily on fire. The crew put out the
conflagration and she had limped back to Scarpa where she had been
since. Charles was impressed this ship had faced the worst and come through
still an excellent fighting unit and he admired the young crew immensely.

The meeting came to an end and Charles told the assembled officers he was
going to inspect the boat, destroyer men called their ships boats
affectionately, and he expected they would accompany him on the
inspection. They set out and headed into the bowels of the boat, starting
in the engine rooms, Charles was very impressed with its cleanliness and he
found the place gleamed like a new pin. The black gangers, engine room
crew, were all in clean overalls and working smoothly as the officers
passed through. Charles noted that there was no sign of any leaks in the
steam pipes and the asbestos lagging was in place and tight. All told it
was one of the tidiest engine rooms he'd seen except for the Berber's,
which after all was a brand new unit. He complimented the dour MacInnes who
actually smiled for the first time and Charles could see the man's pride in
his men show through.

The magazines were next on his list and they donned the felt shoe covers,
to stop their shoes causing sparks on the steel decks, before entering the
cool shell filled areas. The harsh lighting gleamed on the various shells
with their colour banded nose cones designating the different types of
ammunition and again Charles was impressed at the neat and tidy areas. In
each area Charles was introduced to the petty officer or leading hand in
charge and he memorised the faces and names. The seamen's names would be
learnt as time passed and he came to know his new crew but the lads seemed
to be clean, eager and efficient as they carried out their duties.

The tour wound up on the bridge where Charles complimented his subordinates
on the way the ship appeared and he ordered a drill to test the crew's
efficiency at closing up for action stations. The bells shrilled throughout
the Foxhound and there was the clatter of running feet as the crew dashed
to the guns and other positions. Charles stood timing the closed up reports
and although good he desired to cut at least a minute off the exercise. He
informed the officers of his wishes and told them to keep the lads at it
till they achieved his request. He realised their timing was most probably
because they were safely moored in a heavily protected anchorage but they
mustn't lose their edge in a time of war, they needed a little reminder to
keep them on their toes.

Charles sat on his bridge stool watching the crew dash about until their
speed improved to his standards, he then ordered them to fall out and
complimented them over the address system but ordered the gunner to report
to the bridge. Bryce was on the bridge keeping in the background as the
captain's runner and when the gunner appeared Charles watched the young
officer's eyes flit furtively to where Bryce was standing confirming
Charles impression of his sexuality. Charles ordered him to give A gun some
extra training as it was the last gun to report being closed up, the young
officer blushed and snapped to attention saluting crisply and turned away
towards the bows. He noticed Bryce too studied the officer with a hungry
look in his eyes when the gunner turned away to look down at the A gun crew
going through their paces on the deck below.

The thrust of his buttocks sexily showing under the heavy duffle coat as he
leaned on the spray shield, he called out in his rather high pitched voice,
"Able seaman Barker, smack it about there or we'll be doing this drill all
afternoon."

Charles smiled to himself as he watched Bryce lick his lips instinctively
as he watched the sexy young officer; Charles kept the gun crew drilling
until they were drooping tiredly their bodies sweating even in the cold
temperature. He told the gunner to dismiss the men and then he chatted to
him about the men's efforts saying that they had sharpened up well towards
the end of the drill. Charles dismissed the lieutenant and stood up heading
for his cabin to await Bryce's arrival.

Bryce arrived a few minutes later deferentially knocking at the cabin door,
Charles called enter and the young seaman entered closing the door at his
captain's request and seeing Charles without cap he just stood to attention
not saluting as was the custom. Charles walked towards Bryce and wrapped
his arms about his lithe taut torso and kissed him full on the lips, Bryce
melted into Charles arms his tongue slipping into Charles' mouth
hungrily. Charles swallowed the wet warm muscle sucking hard and caressing
it with his own as they ground their hips together rigid rods rubbing
hotly.

They broke the kiss and Charles looked into Bryce's eyes and smiled at his
youthful lover then said, "Well Bryce I see you noticed lieutenant
Douglas's tight buttocks, do you fancy some fun with him?"

Bryce grinned blushing and nodded, "Yes Charles, I hope you don't mind but
he is very sexy looking and I think he is homosexual even though he doesn't
realise it yet."

Charles grinned and nodded saying, "Yes Bryce you could well be right I'm
pretty sure he is a little on the effeminate side. I'll leave it up to you
to work your magic on him just don't let anyone else know what your up to
lad. When and if you succeed with him let me know and well arrange
something for the three of us, maybe I can 'accidentally' catch you both at
it or something."

Bryce grinned and dropped to his knees undoing Charles' fly and delving in
to remove his throbbing tool, he looked at the heavy burning hot cock with
the pre cum glistening at the tip before kissing it reverently and sipping
the delicious offering. Charles groaned sensuously heaving his hips at
Bryce, his tool slid into the warm wet orifice as Bryce's tongue laved it,
tongue sliding sensuously about the throbbing meat. Bryce felt the spongy
mass of Charles' cock head press against his throat and he easily opened to
its pressure swallowing the thick pole into his gullet. Charles grasped the
young seaman's blonde head thrusting forcefully deep into his throat, his
whole body tensed and trembling with delight.

Humping, grinding, thrusting hard Bryce accepted and relished the rough
abuse as he suckled and licked the invader, his throat muscles caressed the
throbbing cock and Charles was grunting and breathing hard as his big full
nuts drew up in his hairy scrotum. Bryce knew hi captain was close and he
redoubled his actions to bring Charles over the edge and drain those heavy
gonads dry. Charles panted and moaned then rammed deep into Bryce's sweet
warm gullet spraying his sperm thick and hot down into the hungry lad's
stomach.

Bryce swallowed hard and fast taking every sticky spurt into his gulping
gullet, Charles' wilted knees wobbled as his climax passed and Bryce pulled
off his still throbbing prick, sucking hard and milking the last droplets
with his tight puffy lips. Charles staggered back and collapsed onto his
bunk eyes closed and chest heaving as Bryce knelt there staring at the fast
dwindling erection as he savoured the tangy taste of Charles. Bryce was
stroking himself and smiling at his recuperating captain, then he got to
his feet and waddled across to where Charles lay, climbed onto the bunk and
straddled Charles torso.

He took his stiff spike in his hand and bent over Charles rubbing his knob
on the man's parted lips, Charles' eyes opened and he smiled up at Bryce
who bent down and kissed him letting some cum drool into Charles'
mouth. They pashed on hotly before Bryce presented his prick again and
Charles swallowed the tasty tool and began working the lad to a fast
explosive eruption of teen spoog. Bryce erupted flooding Charles' mouth as
he gulped and gasped at the delicious deluge. Bryce flopped on top of
Charles his pubes crushed against Charles nose cutting of his air supply,
Charles rolled onto his side taking the lithe youth with him as he drained
the lad's pipes.

They both lay there feeling satiated and satisfied as Bradley walked into
the cabin carrying a tray with tea pot and cups grinning happily at the
sight of the two lovers and admiring Bryce's tight alabaster arse
cheeks. The lovers sat up and tidied their uniforms before getting off the
bunk and sitting at the desk as Bradley poured the tea. The three men
enjoyed their hot beverage and chatted about the new ship and the crew,
Charles planned how Bryce could inveigle the gunner into a compromising
situation and they finished their tea before Bryce got to his feet and left
the cabin.


                                    To be continued.


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