Date: Sat, 15 Nov 2008 22:27:01 -0800 (PST)
From: James Jones <jacanakid21@yahoo.com>
Subject: Atlantic Express 59

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      Atlantic Express, Chapter 59, Kokoda Track Pt1, by justjames17.

			       The Arrival.


After the night on the beach Peter returned to camp before daylight while
Charles made his weary way back to Fox Hound, he had expended so much
energy, sperm and emotion during their incredible night of sexual lust and
love he felt he could sleep for a week. He tottered into the shower still
wearing his shorts and began washing himself, he realised he wasn't naked
and stopped to remove the garment dropping it on the floor of the shower
and continued bathing. Bradley heard his captain enter and he immediately
hurried to see if Charles was alright, he found him leaning tiredly against
the shower cubical wall eyes closed with the water streaming down over his
head and body.

Bradley could see Charles was worn out and he smiled to himself thinking it
was so unusual for his friend to be in this state, it must have been a very
hectic night. He stood there holding a fresh towel waiting for Charles to
finish and after a couple of minutes Charles opened his bloodshot eyes and
peered through the water to see Bradley waiting patiently. He shook his
head to clear it and turned off the water as he croaked, "Good morning
Bradders, thanks for the towel old friend I'm completely cream crackered."

Bradley smiled indulgently at Charles and began to dry him like a little
boy, patting and rubbing the towel over Charles big muscular frame, Charles
stood there swaying, eyes closed and humming softly to himself as Bradley
worked his magic. Bradley dried his torso then knelt and dried his legs
before drying Charles crotch and genitals, tired as he was Charles cock
stirred under the gentle ministrations and it soon was hard and standing up
at 45 degrees. Bradley smiled up at his commanding officer and then he bent
close and kissed the purple smooth knob, something he hadn't done in many
years, Charles opened his eyes and looked down then ruffled Bradley's white
hair saying, "Those lips are still as soft as I remember old friend but now
let me get off to my bunk I need some sleep."

Bradley finished drying Charles off then Charles walked to his bunk and
collapsed on the sheet as Bradley adjusted the small fan mounted on the
bulkhead above the bunk so it gently caressed Charles body with a soft
movement of air. The steward looked at his naked captain sleeping
blissfully and smiled indulgently down on Charles as he patted his
captain's muscular buttocks before leaving Charles to his dreams. Peter too
was catching a few z's before he was required to put in an appearance on
the parade ground for callisthenics with his men. The raucous bugle played
reveille and dragged him reluctantly from his delicious dreams of enjoying
sex with Charles, Peter opened his eyes reluctantly and looked down his fit
muscular torso to see his towering erection pointing to the tent's
ridgepole, the mesh bed springs squeaked protestingly as he began a fast
stroking his bone to empty his big smooth balls. His muscles ridged up as
he tensed gasping his pleasure as his nuts tingled then released his
delicious dick juice, it spurted fountain like up into the still hot air
before spattering back over his bulging abs and pecs.

Pressure released Peter felt it was time to get showered but he ate his
sweet sperm before grabbing his kit and towel and loped off to the ablution
area his nude body on display for all to see. His fellow officers watched
the studly young lieutenant as he jogged to the showers his impressive
package jiggling erotically as he moved, they all admired his superb
physique some jealously, some admiringly and a couple salaciously. These
latter two desired to get it on with Peter but other than a few mutual
circle jerks during their training nothing further had developed, much to
their chagrin. Peter showered and dried off before bouncing back to his
tent and dressing ready to go on parade.

The commanding officer called the parade to attention then stood the men at
ease as he began informing the assembly of the impending move and then he
went into details about the requirements and which ships they would be
detailed to travel on. Peter listened avidly and was over the moon to hear
his company plus the battalion's supplies would be shipping out on Fox
Hound while the other two companies were to travel on the HMAS Stuart. He
had dropped hints to the C.O. about desiring to be on Fox Hound as he told
the colonel he had met the captain at the officers' club and they had
become friends, the colonel was unconcerned and decided it would be ok.

Their departure was to be in 48 hours, which meant that much had to be
organised in the short time available, stores and equipment had to be
issued and everything checked and double-checked to ensure they had
everything needed for the upcoming conflict with the Japanese forces. The
battalion was brought to attention and dismissed after the officers were
ordered to stand fast for a meeting to discuss the requirements of the
battalion. The colonel moved the group to the mess tent where they took
chairs to listen to what the colonel wanted to discuss. During the meeting
Peter found himself seated between the two other officers he'd indulged
with in the circle jerk, both men's knees pressed against his and Peter
felt hemmed in and very uncomfortable by their actions. He daren't do
anything to draw the senior officers' attention so he sat there immobile
and tried to ignore their actions, this didn't work because the two men
were eager to go further and soon a hand was on each of his knees as the
men began stroking his smooth tensed thigh muscles.

Peter squirmed in his seat he reached down and tugged the invasive hands
off his legs muttering, "Stop it."

The two men sat back feeling miffed and rejected, one a captain thought his
senior rank would pressure the sexy young lieutenant into being open to
their advances, he frowned at the young man's rejection but was unable to
voice his displeasure as the colonel was now speaking to the group. The
assembled officers listened carefully to the dissertation jotting down
pertinent notes as their tasks were designated. The meeting progressed
until all questions and answers had been heard the colonel then dismissed
the group and left the tent.

The men were excitedly discussing the upcoming mission and the captain and
his sidekick a junior second lieutenant moved about Peter isolating him
between them. Peter was annoyed but didn't want to create a fuss drawing
attention to what was going on, luckily the lieutenant in charge of B
company walked across and began talking to the trio, Peter breathed a sigh
of relief and the two walked away leaving the frustrated captain and second
lieutenant fuming behind them as they left the tent. Outside Peter stood
chatting to his fellow platoon commander about what equipment they needed
as they compared notes in the hot tropical sun.

Back on Fox Hound Charles stirred opening his eyes, and staring at the deck
head above the bunk, he stretched like a leopard and yawned widely before
scratching his muggy balls. Bradley appeared in the cabin bearing a tray of
food for Charles' brunch, the naked captain swung his long legs off the
bunk and sat there rubbing his unshaven face while his erection rubbed
against his flat muscular abdomen. Bradley looked at the towering tool and
smiled saying, "Are you glad to see me Charles?"

Charles gurgled and replied, "You know I'm always glad to see you
Bradders."

Bradley chortled happily and placed the food on Charles desk then pulled
out the chair as Charles strolled across his erection wagging like a
Labrador's tail above his furry nut sack. Charles sat down as Bradley moved
the chair under him and he began to eat the plentiful food, Charles was
amazed at the bountiful food available in Australia after the meagre
supplies in England and other areas he'd served in with the exception of
Ceylon food had been rationed or in short supply. The fresh produce here
was mouth wateringly delicious, especially the beef, fruit and vegetables;
the crew were revelling in the food the galley was providing them while
here in port. Moral was at a high level amazingly after the trauma of their
last mission, it was incredible what good food could achieve.

There was a knock at Charles' cabin door and he called out for the visitor
to enter, it was Bryce bearing a flimsy from the commando's commanding
officer requesting a meeting with both ships' commanders, stating he would
send a jeep to pick them up in two hours. Bryce stood beside the table his
eyes locked on Charles' still semi hard cock, Charles glanced at the young
seaman's shorts and saw he was aroused and bulging. He looked up at Bryce
and chuckled saying, "Hehehe, you had better attend to that display before
you return to the bridge Bryce."

Bryce nodded red faced as Charles slapped his pert round buttocks sending
him on his way; Charles finished his meal and went to shower he had a fast
and necessary wank before washing then dried off and dressed in his no 1
uniform to go ashore for his meeting with the colonel. The freshly pressed
white uniform with the glittering gold braid and the scrambled eggs on his
cap gleaming against the shiny black peak, Charles looked incredibly
handsome as he strode onto the bridge to await the arrival of the
transport. He saw commander Samuel on the bridge of HMAS Stuart also
waiting and he called across inviting him to come aboard for a quick whisky
before the jeep arrived. The Australian officer waved back and disappeared
from view reappearing on deck as he hurried to join Charles.

Charles met him at the brow and they retired to Charles cabin where Bradley
appeared carrying the whisky decanter and two glasses and a jug of water
and some ice cubes, the two men sat chatting about the forth coming mission
as they sipped their whiskies. The jeep arrived and they left the Fox Hound
and set off up into the jungle heading to the training base. The jeep
ground up the long steep hill bouncing about on its springs as the driver
fought to control it over the rough track, it finally reached the barbed
wire entanglement bordering the base and stopped at the sentry box before
entering as the guards checked the identities of the passengers. They were
waved through and driven to the headquarters building a weatherboard
structure perched on tall timber supports with a wide veranda surrounding
the building.

The colonel was seated on the veranda with his second in command awaiting
the two mariners, Charles and Samuel climbed from the jeep and mounted the
stairs as the two army officers stood and held out their hands. After
shaking hands and exchanging names the four men began lengthy discussions
about what they needed to know, how much gear and how many men would be
making the voyage. After a couple of hours everybody sat back feeling they
had sorted out the logistics of the embarkation and the division of the
unit between the two destroyers, things would be a squeeze but everything
should go according to plan. The colonel invited the two naval officers to
dinner before they returned to Cairns and Charles and Samuel accepted and
thanked him for his hospitality.

The meal was great, the kitchen had produced a succulent roast of pork with
delicious crisp crackling along with sweet potatoes, peas beans and pumpkin
followed by a cold desert of raspberry jelly with sliced peaches embedded
in the jelly and ice cream. The food was delicious and the men ate
hungrily, after the meal cigars and brandy balloons were handed around as
the rest of the unit's officers joined them in the large lounge area of the
headquarters building. Charles was overjoyed to see Peter appear and they
immediately moved together and began chatting while the captain and his
young mate glowered from the edge of the group.

Peter whispered to Charles about the two lechers who were trying to get him
to join their sex games and he confessed he had joined them a while back in
a circle jerk but had done nothing since. Charles told him not to worry
about them as the movement to New Guinea would separate him from them as
the head quarters unit was flying up in a Dakota aircraft also called a
gooney bird which made them chuckle together. The headquarters unit would
be there before the main body so they could organise things for the unit's
arrival by sea.

Charles and Peter moved outside onto the veranda where they stood close
together arms touching and locked fingers, Peter whispered that he loved
Charles and Charles told him he loved him back. They dared not do anything
else as they could be joined at any moment plus the troops were out and
about the camp. Peter told Charles he dearly wanted to spend some more time
together but due to their imminent departure all leave was cancelled and
the camp was under a tight security wrap.  Charles too would have given his
right arm to be able to make love to Peter but knew they were separated
until his company boarded the Fox Hound. The get together came to an end
with Charles and Samuel being ferried back to the pier in the jeep once
again.

The day of departure arrived and Charles stood leaning on the wind break of
the bridge wing watching the troops unloading and carrying their equipment
and stores on board the Fox Hound while the buffer and No1 supervised the
stowage and tying down of the numerous crates. Great care was taken with
the ammunition boxes and other explosive goods, by the time all the trucks
were empty the men were sweating profusely in the humid heat as they worked
wearing just their baggy khaki Bombay bloomer shorts, socks, gaiters and
boots.

Charles was enjoying watching the fit young men's muscles straining as they
laboured hard, Peter was in amongst his men working alongside them
something the other officers frowned upon but it endeared him to his men
and built their respect for him immensely. By the time the loading was
completed the men of companies B and C had grabbed their gear and headed
off to the Stuart, which lay alongside opposite Fox Hound, a faint haze
issuing from her funnels as her boilers were flashed up. Company A filed on
board clutching their rifles and equipment and some filed below while
others stood on deck watching the preparations for getting underway. The
lines were singled up and the deck began throbbing as the engines were run
up, the forward line was left attached as Charles swung her stern out away
from the pier then as he stopped engines the line slackened and was quickly
retrieved as Fox Hound swung her bows and slowly steamed away followed by
Stuart.

The trip North was mostly uneventful except for Charles and Peter getting
together in Charles cabin at every opportunity, they enjoyed each other
both taking turns accepting the other's love, every morning and evening
they spent an hour or so wrapped in each others' arms making incredible
love together. During the days and nights Peter was with his men only at
breakfast and dinner would he leave them and join Charles in his
cabin. Charles of course was on the bridge or sleeping in between their
molten trysts, the morning dawned when the cloud-capped Owen Stanley Range
was visible ahead on the horizon. The voyage was nearly completed and peter
was unable to be with Charles for their final morning, as he was needed to
get his platoon organised for the arrival in Port Moresby.


Fox Hound & Stuart arrived in the harbour at Port Moresby and navigated
their way through the sunken rusting weed coated wrecks of vessels sunk by
the continuing raids of the Japanese air force. They studied the mouldering
hulks with their exposed warped superstructures blackened by the intense
fires that had raged after being bombed. The crew and commandoes studied
the dead vessels thinking of the terror and pain of the men who crewed them
as they were burning before being sent to the bottom. The voyage up had
been fast and uneventful both destroyers making good time from Cairns and
now they approached the damaged wharves to berth and discharge their
precious cargo of men and equipment.

Charles felt the parting with his sweet young lieutenant Peter heavy in his
heart, he had fallen deeply in love with the beautiful lad who had made his
life so much more special in so many ways, now he was disembarking and
heading up into those forbidding mountains to risk life and limb fighting a
fanatical enemy trying to push their way through to capture the port to
enable their continued attack on Australia. The enemy were high flush with
all the successes of their military campaigns and saw no problem
overpowering the young inexperienced 'chocolate' soldiers who were blocking
their path.

The Australian government at the time were extremely worried about the
possible invasion of Australia and decided to only send untested poorly
trained CMF soldiers (Citizen Military Forces). These were civilians unfit
for military service and conscripts hastily drafted and hurriedly trained
then packed off to try to slow or halt the victorious enemy, untested and
totally unprepared they were thrown into battle with the very experienced,
better armed and supported Japanese. Although they were like Koalas,
protected by law from being sent overseas the Government got around the law
as New Guinea was mandated territory under Australia's control. They not
only had to contend with the weather and terrain but with strafing from
above, heavy bombardment from the artillery and cunningly concealed
snipers.

The terrain was formidable the Owen Stanleys were steep rugged and cloaked
in thick steaming jungle, the track turned to a quagmire daily as the
afternoon rains inundated the mountains, their wretched bodies and uniforms
were wet from irritating sweat during the day shivered with cold after the
rains and night set in. These lads were under equipped and mostly under
20years of age yet they fought under atrocious conditions against the very
experienced jungle-fighting enemy.

They were shipped to Port Moresby and sent straight into action up the
Kokoda Track the only means of crossing the towering mountains; they humped
their heavy packs on their backs assisted by the native Papuans, called
affectionately the Fuzzy Wuzzy Angels, these natives acted as bearers
shifting supplies up behind the troops and assisting wounded Australians
back down to the hospital in Port Moresby; without the assistance of these
wonderful people who knows what might have happened to the sorely pressed
troops. Finally after some successes the government decided to send the
newly trained commando unit to the area while still keeping the front line
forces based in the Northern Territory in case of invasion.

The commando unit were soon to disembark and Charles desperate, had Peter
visit him in his cabin before they left the ship, Charles lay on his bunk
naked and pulled the handsome super fit young soldier to him guiding his
steel stiff sword into his hot fleshy scabbard. Peter thrust and parried
filling Charles back passage stretching him in a fit of incredible sex, his
long thick pud pounded and prodded Charles who writhed on the bed moaning
his pleasure at his lover's skill and fervour. Peter rooted Charles as if
it was to be his last ever and Charles responded by using his arse muscles
to clench tight on the sliding schlong increasing both their
pleasures. Time was limited and Peter knew he had to cum and soon, Charles
head was rolling on the pillow, his face showing his lust and delight as
the lieutenant thrust hard and fast, deep but with a twisting grind as he
bottomed out. Peter tossed his head back tensed and ground into Charles
arse as his cock erupted violently, cum gushed in a torrent from his
throbbing boner, spurting with force up into Charles quivering guts, the
climax brought Charles over the precipice and his cannon fusilladed sperm
up between their sweat soaked bellies.

Their brief time soon ran out and Peter was needed on deck, both men jumped
under the shower and quickly washed each other then they kissed
passionately after dressing and said that they loved each other before
Peter tore himself away from Charles and hurried on deck with tears in his
eyes. Charles hurried to the bridge and watched as the stores were unloaded
and the commandos marched away, Peter looked back and waved a sad farewell
as Charles did the same, he stood watching his lover till they disappeared
behind a bomb damaged wharehouse.


                                     To be continued.