Date: Tue, 1 May 2007 06:16:12 -0700 (PDT)
From: James Robinson <juzjamie20@yahoo.com.au>
Subject: Atlantic Express, Chapter 34

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  Atlantic Express, Chapter 34    byjustjames17.



The long slow and danger fraught voyage had taken a heavy toll on Charles
and his crew, the need to be constantly on high alert as the only safeguard
for the badly damaged San Pedro had exhausted the men. The sound of the air
raid sirens caused a shudder to run through the crew as action stations
bells shrilled throughout the destroyer. The tired men hurried at best
speed to their posts cranking the guns around to face towards the oncoming
bombers.

The drumming throb of multiple engines seemed to pass right through their
flesh and into their tired muscles and bones, they waited for the distant
specks to fly into range as the gunnery control watched the aircraft
closely through the huge prismatic sights. The lead planes reached the
range of the 4inch guns and the firing bells dinged. The guns opened fire
sending their missiles soaring speedily towards the oncoming threat, dark
blossoms appeared around the aircraft which flew through them unscathed,
the antiaircraft guns scattered all over the island now joined the fray and
soon the enemy were heavily engaged as a multitude of shells exploded
amongst their flights.

Several bombers wavered before sending out long plumes of black smoke
staining the clear blue sky as they fell seawards from the orderly
formation. The harbour defences released the camouflaging smoke that soon
began to blanket the harbour in thick choking fumes hiding the ships from
view, Foxhound ceased fire as the drifting smoke covered her and she lost
sight of the marauders, the crew waited helplessly as they coughed and
wheezed their eyes watering. They heard the crumping detonations as the
bombs whistled down onto the island battering the already demolished
buildings and pock marking the airport runway with craters. Faith, Hope and
Charity flew against the huge odds bringing down five Stuka dive-bombers,
these mean gull winged planes were sitting targets as they pulled out of
their vertical bombing runs.

Foxhound's hull trembled and shook as bombs exploded in the harbour around
her but the smoke saved the ships from damage, the thick oily smoke
blinding the pilots and their bombardiers. The raid ended abruptly as the
bombers turned back for their bases in Sardinia while the all clear sounded
and the residents and troops reappeared hurrying to fill in the bomb
craters on the runway so the old biplanes could land in safety. The breeze
slowly cleared the air blowing the smoke out to sea and once again the
harbour was abuzz with activity as the unloading of the few ships there
went on apace hoping to get the vessels back out to sea before the enemy
could mount another raid.

Charles staggered below after stand down was piped; he craved a few hours
uninterrupted sleep to recharge his stamina and Bradley had the desk set
and a meal steaming waiting for his captain as Charles entered the
cabin. Bradley pulled back the captain's chair and Charles sank wearily
down onto it. He picked up his knife and fork and began to eat slowly;
Bradley left Charles to eat and returned to his little world behind the
dividing bulkhead. He sat down and began to sip a mug of tea when he heard
a thump and clatter, Bradley stood and hurried to Charles' cabin to find
him face down on the desk and his meal on the floor where he'd knocked it
when he collapsed.

Bradley lifted and half carried the protesting Charles to his bunk sitting
him there as he began to remove his crumpled stained uniform, Charles sat
dopey and helpless as the old steward stripped him to his underwear before
helping him onto the bunk and covering him with a sheet, Charles was
instantly asleep like a dead man. Bradley smiled down at his captain and
friend then bent down and kissed Charles on the cheek saying, "Sleep well
noble captain I hope you get an undisturbed rest."

Charles snuggled into his pillow like a young boy and Bradley turned
smiling fondly as he walked quietly away to clean up the mess on the floor.
Seaman Martin Bryce was lying in his hammock amongst his sleeping comrades
still awake and restless even though exhausted; his sex drive was in high
gear now that they were reasonably safe in Valletta harbour. He lay
silently stroking his tumescent cock as he dreamed of the gunnery officer's
tight arse, his mind also going back to the unreal sex he'd participated in
back in Gibraltar, when the gang of local youths had set upon him and raped
him in that dirty alley. Martin pictured the still innocent young officer
being ravaged by those hot-blooded young Spanish lads; his screams muffled
by hot hard cocks thrusting down his straining throat.

Martin, frantic to cum, was wanking furiously his hand a blur and his balls
slapping against the bare flesh of his inner thighs and arse. The sound
awoke another seaman in the hammock across the mess, an older man with many
years service. He had seen many things over his years in the service and
the sight of a young sailor wanking was always one of the more enjoyable
pleasures. He watched Bryce while stroking himself until his prick was
fully engorged and dripping juice. He sighed softly as he watched the sexy
lad nearing climax as his hammock swayed about from the frantic action as
he arched up his rigid throbbing spike looked almost black in the dim light
as the blood pounded into his turgid spasming tool. A gasping groan escaped
Bryce's grimacing lips as his balls erupted and sent their load gushing,
spurting out onto the flogging hand and spattered his naked torso.

The watching seaman, slipped silently to the deck and padded quietly to the
side of Bryce's hammock, he stood watching the sperm puddles and strings as
they landed on the muscular taut smooth flesh. He licked his lips and bent
over Bryce who laid panting eyes closed in the hight of his molten hot
climax. The man licked his lips as he inhaled the scent of sex, the sweet
bleachiness of a young man's love juice. The man extended his tongue until
the very tip touched and tasted the small cum puddle shimmering in the
belly button on Martin's heaving stomach.

Martin felt the faint touch and his eyes sprang open in fear, he looked
down his now rigid chest to see the dark shape of his crewmate licking at
his sperm coated belly. He took a shuddering gasp of air as he again
resumed breathing, he lay quiet as the man licked him clean then took his
semi flaccid dick into his warm mouth and sucked out the dregs of his cum
coaxing it up his urethra with an agile tongue. Bryce shuddered and
clutched the man's head feeling the spikiness of his close-cropped hair as
he humped up into that warm moist sucking cavern. The man pulled back, his
lips tight around Martin's tool extracting the last drops of sweet sperm
before letting the cock slip from his lips to splat down on Bryce's smooth
belly. He turned his craggy face to Bryce smiled and whispered, "Thanks
young Bryce that was delicious, if you ever need draining just let me know
I'll be glad to fix your problem."

Bryce smiled tiredly back at the seaman and rolled onto his side
whispering, "Thank you too Freddie, that felt great and I enjoyed what you
did mate. I'll remember your offer in future."

Fred gave Bryce's cock a gentle squeeze and quietly slipped back to his
hammock and climbed adeptly in as Bryce smiled to himself before falling
into a dreamless sleep. The night passed quietly and everyone rested well
dawn broke and the rising sun loomed through the sea mist softening the
glare and giving the harbour and the vessels moored there an ethereal
appearance. On the bridge of Foxhound the first lieutenant, Alan Harbury
paced the deck surveying the awakening day, he could see through the mist
where their charge the badly damaged San Pedro was moored. Her fuel pumped
ashore she rode higher in the water exposing her torn and twisted already
rusting hull. Alan wondered just how the crippled ship had remained afloat
with such incredible damage and he wondered what her fate would be now, she
certainly wasn't capable of steaming back to a major port for repairs in
her current state and the dockyard facilities in the harbour were
insufficient to carry out the needed repairs.

The mist burned off quickly and the glare of the sun off the rubble that
was the surrounding city stung their eyes as the island came to life, Alan
heard feet clumping onto the bridge and turned to see Charles arrive, he
snapped a salute and Charles returned the courtesy before asking what there
was to report. Alan filled his commander in on the nights events and said,
"Have a gander at the San Pedro sir, I can't believe she is still afloat."

Charles looked across at the battered tanker and shook his head saying,
"She is finished I'm afraid, she is only good for scuttling. We can't get
her back to Gibraltar or to Alexandria where the shipyards that could
handle her size are situated. It's a real shame after her valiant struggle
to get her cargo here that she will meet such an ignoble end."

The base station ashore began signalling requesting Charles report to the
base commander and he told Alan to take command while he went ashore
leaving orders to give the gun crew's some exercises.  Charles stepped
ashore and headed to the underground bunker housing the military
headquarters, he returned the salute of the sentries guarding the complex
then he descended the long dank stairs his footsteps echoing on the rock
walls as he went deeper into the core of the embattled island.  He arrived
at the office area and control plotting room with the large map of the
Mediterranean on the plotting table and various small tags indicating enemy
aircraft and vessels as well as their own along with the cues used to shift
the various elements across the map. Charles noticed all was quiet at the
moment no flights of bombers in the air approaching Malta.

The Naval commander saw Charles and approached him hand extended to greet
him as the senior officer wore no cap he didn't wish to be saluted, they
shook hands and the commodore took Charles by the elbow and led him to his
office where he ushered Charles inside and told him to sit down, he offered
Charles a cigarette but he refused with thanks and they got down to
business. The commodore informed Charles that they needed the Foxhound to
make a dash across the Med to Greece to deliver a party of commandos to
help the embattled Australian and Greek forces trying to halt the German
army. He warned Charles the approach had to be in the dark of night to
avoid being attacked and the destroyer had to dash across and time her
arrival just right to avoid hanging about waiting for darkness.

Charles listened carefully to the instructions and asked if they had enough
fuel to top up his tanks for the sortie, as he would have to sail from
Greece back to Alexandria to catch up with the convoy once again. The
commodore told him refuelling would take place in an hour and asked if
Foxhounds magazines needed munitioning. Charles thanked the older officer
and said that they might need every shell they could stow aboard the
commodore said that the ship was to be loaded as soon as possible and he
picked up the phone to order the fuel and ammunitioning to be started.

Charles shook hands and headed back to the ship, he hurried aboard and
began ordering the engineer to prepare for fuelling and the gunner to
prepare for the loading of the ammunition. The ship's crew hurried about as
the fuel lines were connected from ashore and the heavy pipes began to
throb as the pumps sent the fuel surging aboard to fill her fuel
tanks. Trucks rumbled along the dock to pull up alongside and the gantry
began transferring the 4 inch shells onto the destroyers deck where the men
began passing them hand to hand to the hatches and down into the
magazines. Sweat soon poured from the hard working seaman and the loading
progressed apace, the ship's magazines were soon topped up and the trucks
departed back into the cavernous underground stores facilities. Her fuel
tanks topped up, the fuel lines were disconnected and Foxhound was ready to
depart, the ship was to sail after dark so there were a few hours to
wait. Charles called the gunnery officer to his cabin where he laid out the
details of their upcoming mission; he warned Malcolm that his guns had to
be on the ball as they would be right in the middle of enemy territory. The
young gunner sat at the desk his face downcast as he heard the Charles laid
out the terrifying task, Charles was watching the lad and saw he was
showing some uncertainty he got to his feet and moved around the table and
placed his hand on the young lieutenant's shoulder giving him a gentle
squeeze and a massage as he talked.

The gunner sat there as if entranced as his captain fondled his shoulder
and upper arm, his shorts began to tent and as he turned his head to look
up at Charles he saw the captain's shorts were bulging with a hard
on. Malcolm swallowed hard and looked up at Charles a query in his eyes and
a tremulous smile on his lips. Charles looked down at him his eyes alight
with lust as the young officer looked up with his soft eyes; Charles slowly
bent down and pressed his lips to the gunner's. Malcolm resisted
momentarily then opened to Charles' tongue as he sucked the wet moist
appendage into his warm mouth a moan escaping as he did so. Charles placed
his hands under the lad's arm pits and lifted him Malcolm rose to his feet
their kiss unbroken as they wrapped their arms about each other.

Charles felt the young man's body relax in his grasp and his kiss became
incredibly sexy as he sucked on Charles tongue frantically. Charles
responded and their bodies moulded together as they ground their erections
against each other. Charles broke the kiss and they both took a deep
shuddering breath then Charles led the gunner to his bunk gently pressing
on his shoulders and Malcolm sank down onto the bunk looking up into
Charles eyes. Charles saw a longing glowing deep in the young lieutenants
eyes as he began undoing the lad's shirt slowly button by button eyes
locked together he bared the fit slim torso. Malcolm lay back on his elbows
gazing up at Charles his pink tongue licked his lips leaving them moist and
glistening in the sunlight beaming through the porthole.

Charles pulled the shirt off Malcolm's shoulders and down his bent arms
then bent closer and kissed both the flat brown nipples on the lad's smooth
pectorals, both nipples erected instantly and Malcolm rolled his head on
his shoulders and gurgled his delight as his captain sucked and nibbled on
his excited flesh. He arched his torso pressing himself to Charles' mouth
and a shudder ran through him as his cock throbbed hard in his baggy
uniform shorts. Charles hand slid up the loose leg of the white shorts and
felt the heat emanating from Malcolm's excited genitals before clutching
the full tight packed scrotum and rolling the cum filled balls in his
grasp.

The gunner moaned and opened his legs wide letting Charles grope him at
will and the feel oh his hand was driving the young officer insane as he
lay back moaning and writhing on the bunk. Charles pulled his hand out and
undid the buttons of the shorts then tugged them off tossing them on the
deck as he yanked off the white underpants which fluttered down to join the
shorts, off came the shoes and long white socks, leaving the heavily
breathing lad naked and erect on the bunk looking up at Charles with
glowing eyes.

Charles fell to his knees taking the hard cock in his hand and sucking its
leaking knob into his mouth, Malcolm squirmed and cried out making Bradley
smile in his little cubical next door. The lad was immediately brought to
the brink as Charles swallowed him and ran his tongue over the excited meat
in his mouth. Malcolm strained up his muscles rigid and defined as he tried
to poke his pole deeper into Charles hot mouth, a low guttural howl escaped
his panting mouth as he ejaculated like a geyser into Charles throat. Rope
after rope erupted from his straining prick filling Charles hungry mouth
with his delicious deluge, Charles swallowed again and again to keep up
with the flood until the young man collapsed satiated and exhausted on the
bunk. Malcolm's hard dick still oozing sperm onto Charles' tongue as he
shivered and shook gasping for air, Charles tightened his lips and dragged
up the still rigid rod draining every drop of juice from the swollen
urethra.

Malcolm whimpered as Charles pulled off his sensitive schlong, it slapped
down wetly on his flat belly and lay there pulsing slowly as a few beads of
cum dribbled out onto his overheated flesh. Charles stood up smiling down
at the gunner as he began to undress there was a knock at the cabin door,
Charles quickly shoved the gunner's legs up onto the bunk grabbed the
discarded uniform off the floor tossing them in with him before pulling the
curtain across the bunk area. He walked to the desk calling out "Come."

The door opened and the first lieutenant appeared to tell Charles the boat
was in all respects ready for sea and they had just received orders to get
under way. Charles thanked him and picked up his cap and they left the
cabin together while the flustered gunner pulled on his uniform and
prepared to leave the cabin, as he tip toed out the door Bryce coming along
the passageway bumped into him and grasped the officer's hips to stop
falling over while having a good feel of his firm muscled body. They sorted
themselves out and Malcolm walked off towards the bridge while Bryce stood
there a knowing smile on his lips as he watched the young officer disappear
from view and admired the pert arse moving in the shorts.



               To be continued.



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