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

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Chapter 17

The pocket battleship Graf Spee raced at her full speed of 28 knots, her engines thundering pushing her towards the horizon, her protagonists, the three British cruisers loped along in her wake at 30 knots their guns roaring in reply to the larger ships salvoes. Tall water spouts climbed skywards as the huge shells splashed down bracketing the HMS Exeter, the heavy cruiser, The Germans concentrated their fire on the larger cruiser and they hit her several times causing heavy damage and she turned away steaming towards the Falkland Islands hidden by a heavy smoke pall. The two smaller cruisers continued the chase but the Graf Spee now turned and ran towards the South American coast and the Rio Plate, firing defensively at her pursuers.

The Spee now began to fire on the Ajax and Achilles as they shadowed the raider, and several hits were scored on both ships seriously damaging the Ajax. The Graf Spee had taken many hits and lost over 20 men killed and many more wounded, her captain decided to flee into the Rio Plate which was a neutral country to carry out repairs. The two British cruisers shadowed her into the river then waited offshore to see what developed.

The prisoners were ordered up on deck, Charles was amazed to see the damage the ship had taken and looked at the prisoners to see if his men were safe, he saw Tom smiling at him and knew they were ok. The German crew was surly and obviously upset over the loss of their crew mates and the pounding their ship had sustained, the sailors were fingering the triggers on their weapons as they glared at the British seamen. Their emotions were obviously on a hair trigger and the slightest movement or word may trigger a massacre, Charles' eyes scanned the young man searching for Günter, the young German he and Tom had enjoyed sex with. There was no sign of him and Charles wondered if his young body was amongst the casualties, a twinge of regret and sadness gripped his heart.

A German officer appeared and barked at his men then turned and began to address the captives, He informed them where they were and that it was a neutral country and that they were going to off load all the prisoners here to be interned. He went on to say that they were going to repair the ship and obtain fresh supplies whilst in the Montevideo. The prisoners were allowed the freedom of the deck although watched closely by the tense German sailors, Charles asked after Günter but he was met with a stony silence. He walked across to Tom and they discussed the new events, a launch approached the ship and it pulled into the gangway, a German officer accompanying a civilian climbed aboard and disappeared into the superstructure reappearing up on the bridge talking seriously with the German captain. They watched Langsdorff's face and could see he was unhappy with the messages he was receiving, after an hour the visitors reappeared and climbed down to their launch and motored back towards the shore.

Captain Langsdorff announced over the ships address system that the prisoners would be sent ashore in three hours and that they should gather their belongings and get ready to leave. The prisoners cheered and set off to pack their meager gear, once finished they returned to the deck and lazed about in the humid heat, watching the passing parade of boats cruising about the warship with cameras working overtime. Aircraft flew overhead obviously filming and photographing the ship from above, the German crew watched all this activity closely looking desperate to begin shooting the sightseers.

Departure time neared and we were greeted by Langsdorff who was shaking each prisoner's hand and wishing us well and hoping we had not been ill treated while on his ship. The man was a thorough gentleman and a credit to his navy, it was a great pity all the enemy weren't similar and treated their enemy the same way. We boarded a number of launches and were transferred ashore where the British Consul greeted us, we were driven to a hotel in the city and put up there while we were debriefed about our captures and our treatment while prisoners.

Charles was interested in what was going on with the Graf Spee and the staff from the consulate told him the British government was pressuring the Uruguayans to send her back to sea. After the authorities boarded the ship and inspected her damage they gave her 72 hours to carry out repairs then she would have to set sail again. The Germans were allowed to bury their dead ashore and Charles and the rest of the prisoners attended the funeral, there he found out that Günter had died during the battle and he and Tom placed flowers on the boy's grave, standing heads bowed remembering their short time together and what a great person the young seaman was.

They returned to the city and Charles and Tom adjourned to a bar to drown their sorrows, one of the German crew had seen their distress and followed them to the bar, he approached them and in broken English he told them he was Günter's friend Herman. Charles invited him to have a drink with them when he noticed the young man's smooth cheeks were damp with tears, he realized that Günter and Herman were very close friends maybe lovers. They sat quietly in a corner booth and thought of their departed friend, Tom placed a hand on Herman's shoulder and whispered, "Were you and Günter lovers or just close friends?"

Herman began to cry again and sobbed, "We were lovers and I knew he was enjoying sex with some of the prisoners but I didn't know who they were. Now I'm sure that it was you two."

Charles said, "We loved your friend he was a gentle and beautiful lad, if we had known of your love we would have asked you to join us if you'd wished."

Herman looked at Charles and nodded then said, "I would have loved to join you three but we were on different watches so it wasn't possible. It was very difficult to even get any time together on the ship. We came from the same village in Austria, up in the Alps where we skied together and loved one another until the war broke out and we decided to enlist together in the navy. We did our training together and were drafted to the Graf Spee before she sailed on this expedition."

We sat there drinking until the bar closed near midnight and we invited Herman to join us at our hotel, he said he should return to his ship but he would be glad to join us and he would go back on board in the morning. We left the hotel and weaved our way to the hotel stumbling upstairs to Charles' room; there we all collapsed on the bed side by side. In our semi drunken state we hugged and kissed each other, Tom fell off the bed to the floor; he pulled himself up using Herman's legs for support. He knelt there his arms on Herman's thighs as he peered drunkenly at the young German's crotch in his uniform trousers.

Herman looked down at him grinning stupidly, then he gently ran his trembling fingers down Tom's smooth cheek, Tom rested his cheek on the questing hand then kissed it. Herman sighed and Charles moved to him and kissed him on the lips, the young seamen returned the kiss passionately and they moved together while Tom undid the German's trousers pulling them down and exposing his white underwear. Herman's cock was now erect and pushing up the white cotton briefs, his leaking knob was resting on his right hip, pointing like a heavy caliber revolver at Charles, the lad was very well endowed and I could see Tom licking his lips in anticipation.

Tom couldn't control himself and he tore the briefs off the lad and exposed his throbbing cock which leaped up to point at the lad's chin once freed from the restricting clothing. Tom dived on the throbbing meat and swallowed it deep, Henry arched up into his mouth as Charles began stripping off the lad's upper uniform. Charles then stood up unsteadily and disrobed then lay behind the young German and began to lick and nibble on his muscular back, Henry arched and moaned and Tom swallowed him to his blonde stubble where his pubes had been shorn at the crossing of the Equator ceremony.

Charles licked and nibbled his way down the lad's sensitive spine until he reached the tight muscular arse cheeks; he licked and bit the ivory globes causing renewed spasms to surge through Herman's body. The clean aroma of the young man's arse was turning Charles on and he was desperate to open the cleft and taste the hidden place buried deep between the round muscular cheeks. Tom began licking the lad's balls causing him to lift his left leg up to give the Englishman an open go at his scrotum, this assisted Charles who pried the muscled orbs apart and he was able to see the puckered rosebud guarding the lad's rectum.

Herman was now groaning loudly as his body was attacked fore and aft, Tom sucking crazily on his pulsating prick while Charles tongue teased his ring, the youth was in paradise he'd never had two men working his sexual organs at the same time, only Günter had ever touched him sexually and then they had only sucked each other and kissed, cuddled or wanked off together. His sensitive arse opening had not been touched before in this fashion. The lad was delirious with lust and pleasure as we made love to his slim muscular body, he was groaning as he gyrated about on the bed and when Charles tongue penetrated his anus he cried out in his native tongue. Charles relished the virgin opening and the taste of the young rectum as he licked the silken burning chute, the boy's sphincter clamping and releasing his tongue as his excited body bucked and cavorted about.

Tom had the lad's throbbing erection buried deep in his gullet as he sucked him ravenously; Herman was beginning to arch up hard pressing his groin to Tom's face saliva dribbling out onto the sparse blonde pubes as the pulsing tool humped deep into the young Englishman's throat. Charles having loosened the tight entrance decided he had better slide his fuck pole quickly into Herman's twitching ring before the lad climaxed in Tom's throat, he spat on his hand and lubed his cock quickly then aimed it into his winking muscle. He pushed quickly and hard opening the gate sliding his cock rapidly into Herman's rectum, the young German cried out in pain as he was speared by the thick lance of hot muscle. The conquering was rapid and final as Charles pulled him onto his cock pressing hard against the muscular orbs of firm white flesh. Herman was rigid with shock and pain until gradually his guts adapted to the invasion, his fast heavy panting slowed as he calmed and Charles felt the muscles relaxing as he pulled slowly back and slid gently in again. Herman lay there being serviced fore and aft his senses reeling from the incredible sensations, his moans echoing around the room joining the slurping of Tom's mouth and the slapping of Charles' hips against his tight buns.

Their joining continued until Herman crying uncontrolled began spurting into Tom's hungry mouth his climax tensing his ring to lock onto the thrusting pole ramming deep into his insides. Charles felt the tightness suddenly around his sliding tool and he redoubled his efforts trying to join the lad in his climax, Charles balls started to tingle as they drew up tight and he arched back driving as hard and deep as he could. His fat pole swelling, pulsing frantically as he tried to hold his cum as long as he could but the lad's arse sucked the sperm from his balls and he sprayed his boiling bonanza into the virgin body. Again and again his shuddering body sent his sperm missiles cannoning into the stretched twitching tunnel until he collapsed onto the sweating groaning lad pinning Tom between them.

Some time passed before the trio could pull apart and roll off each other lying exhausted on the bed, Charles looked at the young German then at Tom, Herman was lying legs spread apart a trickle of cum ran from his still stretched anus, Tom's eyes slid up the smooth thigh of the lad and his eyes fastened on the slick cummy hole. He smiled at his Commanding Officer as Charles smiled at him and nodded his head towards Herman's open arse; Tom slid off the bed and wormed around to kneel between his thighs resting his hands where the prominent hip bones stretching the pale tight skin. Tom looked into Herman's eyes asking silently for permission to continue his deflowering, the young German smiled wearily back at him and Tom eased his throbbing tool gently into the slick lax tunnel.

His penis slid smoothly up the cum coated burning hot chute as Herman moaned closing his eyes and smiling , Tom bottomed out his hips pressed to the firm stretched buttocks as he began to fuck, his cock squelching loudly on the oozing cum inside the abused rectum. Tom lasted no time at all before his sperm rocketed out mixing with Charles earlier deposit, Herman was sweating and moaning as his cock pulsed on his stomach and began ejaculating as Tom's tool pounded his love button. Both lads were spewing their seed in hot gushes as their nuts pumped out their juice, the flood eased and dribbled to a stop, Tom clutching Herman's shoulders kissed him on the lips as he slowly pressed their heaving torsos together.

The three man lay together on the bed as they relaxed recuperating from their strenuous climaxes, Herman looked at the window to see the sun rising and knew he must return to his battered ship. He groggily got to his feet and fumbled around sorting his uniform from the tangle of discarded clothing, he dressed while Charles and Tom watched him tiredly; he adjusted his uniform looking in the mirror then walked to the bed and the supine men. He kissed both Englishmen and thanked them for the great night then turned and walked from the room and closed the door walking quietly down the empty passageway to the stairs leading down to the lobby of the hotel. The young night manager saw him hesitate and look sadly up the stairs then steel himself straighten up and march out into the street.

Herman made his way to the docks and looked about for a boat from the ship, there was no sign of it and he realized the crew was all aboard and asleep, he looked for a boat to take him out and discovered a small dinghy with a young lad asleep on the thwart. He climbed down the ladder and tugged on the boat's painter drawing it to the ladder, the dinghy bumped against the ladder waking the youngster who looked scared at this strange sailor holding onto his boat. Herman smiled at the urchin and said, "I want you to row me to my ship out there, will you do it I'll pay you for your trouble."

The boy brushed his hair from his dark eyes and looked up at Herman then nodded and Herman climbed gingerly into the boat being careful not to upset it throwing them into the filthy scum and refuse littered water. He undid the painter and gently pushed the dinghy off out into the harbour, the youngster pulled out his oars and began to row pulling the boat away heading towards the distant warship. As the boy struggled with the oars bending and pulling Herman was watching where his slim tanned legs disappeared into his tattered shorts, he was catching a glimpse every now and then of the tight little genitals held in the boy's grimy briefs. Herman began to get aroused at the brief sightings as the boy rowed on, he asked the youngster how old he was and the boy replied in broken English thirteen years. Herman asked him his name and the boy replied Carlos, Herman told him his name and they both shook hands.

Herman admired the play of the boy's muscles as he rowed the boat out across the harbour, the temperature climbed as he rowed and the boy took off his shirt and exposed his cute young torso to the German's avid eyes. Herman stretched forward and slid his hand across the urchin's smooth chest tickling his nipples as the boy jerked back in fear. Herman spoke soothingly and the boy began to relax enjoying the soft fondling of the man's hand, Herman's other hand touched the boy's knee and crept up his bronzed thigh and under the tattered shorts leg. The boy had stopped rowing and shipped the oars as he surrendered to the advances of the young seaman, his swarthy face immobile as his dark eyes followed every move.

The dinghy was drifting well offshore and anyone looking out wouldn't make out what was happening unless they used a telescope or binoculars, the boy lay back and opened his legs, he wasn't an innocent he was a creature of the wharves, a plaything of the many sailors from many countries. Herman pulled the grubby shorts off the boy leaving his grimy underpants on as he ogled the small spike protruding up towards the boy's flat muscled stomach. He rubbed his fingers up the swollen prick feeling the heat and hardness of the throbbing bone hard boy tool, Herman pulled down the grey old stained underpants and inhaled the fruity rich aroma of the boy's unwashed genitals.

He licked the stretched taut stomach, making the boy giggle and gurgle, his wet tongue slid down to lave over the long wrinkled foreskin as he sucked the hard little cock into his mouth. The boy was gasping as he humped his hips up and Herman sucked him deep one hand fondling the tight velvet ball bag while his middle finger of his other hand sought and located the tight little pucker hidden beneath. The insertion caused the boy to bridge up his young body rigid as Herman delved deep in his hot rectum driving up to his knuckles against the firm wide spread bottom. Carlos was grunting as the sailor finger fucked him then slid a second finger into the elastic ring working both fingers around stretching and loosening the boy's anus.

Carlos was now on fire his sexuality raging through his young body as Herman finger fucked his arse, the gyrations of the excited urchin caused the dinghy to rock about on the smooth water as their urges increased to fever pitch. Herman fumbled with his fly and pulled out his raging prick, he lifted the boy's legs onto his shoulders and fed his fat fucker into Carlos' arse. He rooted the boy hard and fast ramming him, tearing up his used tunnel, the boy was screaming ecstatically as he arched throwing his head back over the middle thwart as Herman pounded his posterior. Both climaxed at once their cocks spewing sperm from their swollen urethras as their nuts roiled in their tightly drawn up sacks. Carlos creamed his ridged muscular young belly, a pool forming in his belly button, while Herman pumped his guts full.

Herman held the boys hips as he quivered, he'd just had his first fuck after being introduced to full sex for the first time during the night, his whole body was on fire as his climax slowly subsided and his penis began to return to normal. He felt his cabana slide out of the boy's gripping ring and he sighed in regret as the cooler air blew around his heated flesh. Carlos sat up and pulled his shorts up as if nothing had happened and he began rowing once again while the sailor did up his uniform and sat on the stern thwart.

The dinghy finally reached the Graf Spee and Herman gave the youngster all the money he had on him and the boy smiled at him and began rowing back towards the wharves. Herman climbed the gangway and was halted as he stepped onto the deck by an officer who demanded to know where he had been as the crew all returned on board last evening. Herman stood there rigid at attention while the officer ranted and raved at him, then he was ordered to be taken below and locked in the brig. Two armed seaman marched him away accompanied by a Petty Officer who unlocked the steel door of the brig as Herman was pushed inside and the heavy door was slammed behind him and he heard the rattle of the keys as it was locked.

The diplomats meanwhile were arguing the pros and cons of the Graf Spee's rights, the Uruguayan Government finally said the ship could only stay for
72 hours and then must up anchor and put to sea again, the British wanted to delay her departure till their capital ships could arrive and deal with the heavily armed raider. The government was adamant it wanted the German ship gone from their territory; Hitler ordered that the ship was not to battle with heavy units of the British navy which the German's were sure were awaiting her offshore.

It was decided that the Panzerschiffe would be scuttled and her crew transferred to a German cargo ship and taken across to Argentina, the 72 hours were up and Captain Langsdorff up anchored and began to steam out into the estuary, the crowds watched from the shore as she slowly made her way further off shore then she stopped and the German cargo ship moved alongside. The crew deserted the ship and boarded the merchant ship while scuttling charges were laid in her bilges, the last crew members transferred to the cargo ship and as it sailed away muffled explosions were heard and the ship began to burn as she settled in the shallow waters. She lay there on the bottom her decks and superstructure above the surface as she burned while explosions could be heard from her innards.

Her crew was interned in friendly Argentina and her Captain committed suicide some days later. Charles and his crew and the merchant mariners were held waiting the arrival of a ship to take them back to England.

To be continued...
 

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Posted: 08/03/07