The Atlantic Express
by: justjames17
(Copyright 2004 -2007 by the author)

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Chapter 16

The German Pocket Battleship Graf Spee continued her fast race towards the Southern Atlantic, distancing herself from any interference by the American Navy, she knew that the British were searching for her, after several of the sunken cargo ships had got distress signals off before her guns could silence them by blasting their radio room to smithereens.

She sailed smoothly down the east coast of Central America, her crew revelling in the tropical warmth and working in the briefest clothing, their muscular young bodies glowing with health and vitality as their pale European skins tanned to golden and bronze tones. Most of the young sailors were typical German blonde haired, blue eyed examples of Hitler's perfect Aryan youth. The sight of them working in just shorts was a real turn on for Charles when they were released from the hot humid and airless prison of the cabin the prisoners were held in. The day the ship crossed the Equator off the coast of Brazil where the Amazon River pumped its waters into the ocean the crew held a King Neptune party as she crossed the line from Northern hemisphere into the Southern.

Young sailors were stripped naked and dunked unceremoniously in a large bath tub constructed on the deck by older men in crazy outfits, the young men were enjoying the fun and a few couldn't control their erections springing fat hard cocks as they were shaved and roughhoused with. The prisoners, both officers and their crews, were allowed on deck together to watch the fun and games, Charles and young Tom were standing together for the first time since being picked up from the lifeboat after the H.M.S Spring Thorp was torpedoed. Charles pointed out Günter, the young German seaman he'd had a couple of brief sexual encounters with and Tom watched the seaman get stripped and as he was being lifted up his beautiful cock was standing hard and proud from his shaved crotch.

Tom sighed and said, "My oath he is very attractive, look at the muscles moving under that bronzed satin skin and that cock is to die for. How big is it in actual close up?"

Charles smiled and whispered, "It is about as big as mine but he is thinner and it makes him look longer and of course now he is shaved it looks huge. He really has a superb penis that is like silk to handle and he cums like a fire hose."

Tom whispered back, "Do you think the three of us could somehow get together and enjoy some hot sex?"

Charles shrugged and said, "I don't know the way they have segregated us prisoners I can't see how we could organize it, I'll ask Günter next time we are together and ask him if it could be arranged." Tom sighed and said, "I'm so damned sex starved I could just about blow without touching myself, my balls are so full they are aching like the devil."

Charles nodded and said, "I'll move away slowly to that 4inch turret there and if I can get inside you come and join me we'll at least be able to wank and relieve your pressure before your boiler explodes."

Charles sauntered slowly away and disappeared behind the turret, seconds passed and Tom watching like a hawk saw his hand appear and beckon him to come over. Tom then wandered about gradually approaching the heavy steel turret and was watching the guards so he could dash inside and join his Captain in the privacy of the turret. The guards were very relaxed and watching the fun rather than the prisoners, after all where could they go? They were captives on a massive war ship surrounded by the 1200 crew on board. Tom eased out of sight and slid into the steel housing where Charles was standing leaning against the gun's breach with his trousers around his knees toying with his 8 inch erection and smiling at the young seaman.

Tom dropped to his knees and grasped the thick man meat sucking the fat soft knob into his warm lips, Charles moaned quietly and said, "Oh God Tom, how I've missed your passionate mouth. You are a master at oral satisfaction; your tongue is so sexy as you slobber on my cock."

Tom moaned as he bobbed up and down working his Captain's cock as best he could while he stroked his own bursting penis, Charles arched back thrusting his hard member deep into Tom's gullet as the youth swallowed him deep. Charles hand grasped the young sailor's head steadying him as he thrust back and forth face fucking the handsome lad's face. In only a couple of minutes he gasped and felt his nuts erupt sending broadside after broadside of thick ball juice into Tom's working throat, the lad sucked and swallowed as fast as he could choking on the plentiful effusion. Creamy sperm oozed from his stretched lips as the semen flooded his orifice, his frantic swallowing unable to keep up with the Captain's stored juices, he felt the throbbing prick become still and knew the deluge was dribbling to a close as he milked every last tasty drop from the fat cock in his mouth.

His own balls were throbbing hard and he was close, oh so close to erupting as his Captain lifted him up and knelt in homage to his manhood, the hot strong hand grasped his throbbing tool and worked his foreskin up and down over the purple shiny knob as the lad trembled and groaned quietly. Tom's whole body was on fire with the urgent need to void his sperm from his fat overloaded nuts, which were drawn up tightly in his wrinkled bag as they nestled close on each side of his throbbing cock shaft. Charles fondled him gently because he knew Tom was on a hair trigger and could explode at the slightest touch; the young man was sweating profusely his eyes tightly closed as he tried to control his super sensitive genitals.

Charles held him and studied the sweat shiny skin of the lad's trembling torso, the abdominal muscles tensed and standing out clearly under his pale skin, the thin treasure trail leading down from his cute navel to draw one's eyes downwards to the thicker bush of dark blonde pubic hair at the base of the twitching tool. Charles watched as globule after globule of clear pre cum formed at the gaping piss slit to form a larger droplet and slip slowly down hanging on a silver thread. The Captain slid his pink tongue out to salvage this sweet juice and roll it on his tongue enjoying the faint flavor of Tom's seminal fluid. Finally the pleasure was overpowering and he had to swallow the crimson hard cock, Tom gasped aloud as he felt the man's warm mouth and lips inhale his trembling tool, the sensation of Charles' tongue laving around the corona of his super sensitive knob sent shudders of utter pleasure surging through his body and slamming into his brain. He began to hyperventilate as his body started ramming back and forth bruisingly into the hungry mouth, Charles was grunting as the boy's pubic mound crushed against his nose the pubic hair tickling his cheeks.

Tom couldn't hold on any longer his sex starved young body was burning to unload, he was panting hard as his eyes rolled back and he thrust hard into the warm wet orifice and unloaded his pent up cum. Charles sucked and sucked swallowing the incredibly thick tasty sperm as the lad bucked and writhed in a complete mindless sexual frenzy. He was slamming his taut crotch into Charles face nearly breaking his nose as the man tried to hold the hips of the ejaculating young man. The peak of his climax passed and the gyrations of his body calmed, like the passing of a storm, Charles now tongued the still erect cock as the last dribbles creamed his tongue and he suckled and coaxed the remnants from the boy's exhausted balls.

Tom collapsed back onto the gun's breach his body arched outwards as his Commanding Officer pulled off his cock and began licking his lower abdomen working his way slowly up the tensed torso to find and suckle on his nipples. Tom moaned quietly pulling the man's head onto his breast and giggling quietly at the sensation. Charles moved on and pressed his lips to the lad's slightly gaping mouth, his tongue pushing into Tom's lips and they tongue duelled as the boy tasted himself in Charles' mouth. They kissed feverishly until they heard voices nearby, they pulled up their trousers and stepped out of the turret keeping it between them and the voices, they moved to stand at the guard rail leaning on it watching the water as the ship sped on.

The guards began to shout for the prisoners to return to their cabins as the entertainment was now over, Charles and Tom sauntered slowly back into the milling crowd and hugged each other as they parted company going their separate ways to be locked up again. The officers were all laughing and chatting about the fun they had watched and it lightened their mood in captivity while they discussed the fun. Charles felt good after his brief intimacy with young Tom and was happy he'd been able to bring the young man off so conclusively. He could still taste the rich tangy flavour of Tom's teenaged sperm and he smiled in satisfaction, he walked over and threw himself onto the bunk and closed his eyes.

Captain Langsdorff paced the bridge high above the superstructure as he worried about where the enemy was searching for him; he hoped they were far away looking in the wrong direction as he was a long way from home. He didn't know that there was a flotilla of cruisers, Force G, anchored in Freetown harbour across the Atlantic trying to work out here his ship was. There was one heavy cruiser, H.M.S. Exeter carrying 8inch guns, commanded by Commodore Harwood and two 6 inch gunned Leander class cruisers H.M.S. Ajax along with the H.M.N.Z.S Achilles from New Zealand. The British decided that the raider would be far away from her last sinking and they decided she might be skulking off South America somewhere.

The three ships set sail and headed across the Atlantic to follow the hunch, while the Graf Spee now cruising at an economical 15 knots prowled the sea looking for a victim to plunder and sink. She sighted a smoke plume on the horizon and increased speed to close the range, the masts and twin funnels of the steamer rose above the horizon as the Battleship sped ravenously towards her. The gunner in his armoured observation post above the bridge was studying the prey through the powerful range finder. The ship was about 6,000 tons and was a fast fruit carrier, a speedy ship designed to carry fresh fruit quickly across the seas to the mother country. She would be a welcome prize as the crew had not tasted fresh fruit for months, he reported to the Captain what he could see and Langsdorf rubbed his hands together smiling at the thought of pillaging the ship for fresh rations.

The ship saw the warship rear over the horizon and not realising it was the enemy sent a signal by lamp requesting the identity of the approaching capital ship thinking it o be British. The Graf Spee was now within gun range and fired her forward guns, the three 11 inch projectiles whistled through the air to erupt in massive water towers straddling the unsuspecting ship. The ship's Captain rang down for full speed and turned away racing for the safety of the horizon, Langsdorff cursed under his breath and rang down for maximum revolutions knowing that the other ship almost matched them for speed and possibly was even faster as the Graf Spee had been at sea for months and had a heavy growth of barnacles below the waterline to slow her down a little.

The chase was on and the prey's radio was bellowing frantic messages into the ether reporting she was under fire by an unknown capital ship; this message soon reached the ears of the Admiralty in Whitehall who immediately broadcast the position of the raider to the searching cruisers. Langsdorf grabbed the bridge phone and bellowed at the Gunnery Officer to sink the ship quickly before the enemy heard her cries of panic. The guns bellowed again and again straddling the fleeing ship until a hit was observed and the superstructure of the prey was glowing with fire and thick smoke was billowing behind her like a smoke screen.

The gunner fired the guns again and this time three hits slammed into the ship which slewed to port as slowed rapidly, her radio still bellowing to the world of her plight the next two salvos hit as the German ship approached the now stationary vessel. The radio stopped transmitting as the ship began to heel over, her hull breached by several shells; the remaining crew were abandoning ship hurriedly. Their boats rowing quickly away from the sinking ship, the crew on the Spee could see down the ship's funnels as she lay over on her beam ends then she slid below the surface with a belching of air, only the smoke and drifting rubbish marking her grave.

Captain Langsdorff pulled alongside the ship's boats and their crews were ordered to come aboard quickly, they scrambled up the boarding nets and were assembled on the deck as the raider began to get under way again. They left the oil stained area behind and headed further South towards the distant Cape Horn rounding the bulge of Brazil off Cape Sao Roque near Natal. The hunting group of Cruisers were haring across the Atlantic at full speed heading for the area of her last victory; the powerful ships throwing spray high in the air as they smashed through the ocean swells, heading west.

Days passed and the Graf Spee slowed her speed again, cruising economically south unknowing that the three hunters were racing towards her position. Life aboard the raider went on as usual, the new prisoners telling of their adventures and their sinking, the daily break on deck in the hot sun soon had the pale torsos brown and they felt so much better. There was much discussion about whether the allies would be tracking them down after the radio message was received, and they all prayed that soon the British would locate them and put a stop to the powerful raider.

Charles warned the merchant officers that if they were caught, their lives would be at risk in the ensuing battle as shells didn't differentiate between friend and foe. The mood turned quiet as they realised that the battle would ensue if and when they were located. They decided that what ever happened they would still pray for the allies to locate the monster, they felt sorry for the German Captain and his crew as most of them had treated the prisoners with courtesy and the Captain was a real gentleman to say the least. His chivalry in picking them up was unusual and not necessary, it was unexpected and unwarranted.

Days passed quietly and they felt as though the ship had slipped away from the hunters, the weather was balmy and the prisoners were allowed out for longer periods and both officers and seamen were allowed to fraternize on deck as the guards relaxed around them. Charles and Gunther found Tom and all three sneaked into a locker area and had crazy sex together. Gunther laid there his legs around Charles' hips pulling his hard cock deep into his hungry hole while Tom fucked his mouth and throat silencing his moans and groans with his dick. The young German, his pubic area still bald after the shaving was writhing on the two impaling cocks, his own erection waving about like a periscope in the air drooling pre cum all over his smooth crotch and abdomen. This union was enjoyed in varying positions every day or so and the three men were forming a really close bond together.

They were so engaged one morning when suddenly alarm bells shrilled throughout the massive hull, running feet sounded on the decks as the three lovers separated and quickly donned their uniforms. They ran out onto the deck into the milling prisoners who were being shepherded back into their cabin areas by the excited guards, Charles jumped up onto the guard rails to search the horizon and saw three top masts poking above the seas. He saw no more as Gunther dragged him back and told him to go below into the cabin; he was manhandled hurriedly and showed through the hatch as it was slammed heavily and locked.

The engines of the raider began to pound louder as the deck vibrated with their power as the huge 16,000 ton hull began to race through the calm seas at her top speed. The prisoners heard the guns thunder and could smell burnt cordite as the Graf Spee opened fire with her 11inch guns on her pursuers, the Panzerschiffe speeding for the horizon in an attempt to distance herself and escape into the vast ocean. Captain Langsdorff was fearful these enemy ships might be the forward scouts of a British Battleship which would out gun her with 15 inch cannons.

To be continued...
 

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Posted: 08/03/07