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

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Chapter 27

The friends all began talking at once trying to talk Charles out of returning to sea, they soon realised it was useless by the determined set of his jaw and gave up the attempt. Henry sat quietly holding Charles hand in his while the conversation continued around them, he rested his head on the Englishman's shoulder hoping silently that the Admiralty would not send him back into the fight. Charles was praying silently in his head that a ship would be allocated to him in the near future. The meal over Allen helped Bradley to clear the dishes and they retired to the kitchen to wash the dirty plates and utensils.

The rest left the dining room and retired to the parlour where Charles poured brandies for those who wanted one and the rest settled down on the lounges talking about the war and how the Axis forces were still triumphant in Europe and in the Middle East where Rommell was giving the British forces a drumming in the desert with his Afrika Corps. His tanks were chasing the allies towards Egypt with disastrous results in loss of equipment as they raced back towards the East.

Things were looking grim as the American forces were still being shipped across the Atlantic and were training to invade France when it was practicable. The Allied convoys operating into the Mediterranean were copping a pounding from the Luftwaffe and Italian Air Force operating out of Italy and from airstrips in North Africa. The Italian fleet, a very modern and powerful unit was sitting in harbour as if they were scared to venture out, their capital ships stayed in dock only the lighter units sallied out to harass the convoys.

Greece was under strong attack from the air in preparation for an attack by German airborne forces and the Greek and Australian troops trapped there were slowly being ground to a pulp by the continual bombing. Supplies were only able to reach them in the hours of darkness and then only by the fastest destroyers that could sneak in and get out of the area before daylight revealed their presence to the marauding bombers.

The whole Mediterranean was fast turning into the Mare Ibrium, Our Sea, as the dictator Mussolini claimed. The British forces, a combination of English, Scottish, New Zealand and Australian troops were desperately trying to hold back Rommell's Blitzkrieg to stop him reaching Alexandria and seizing the Suez Canal. The capitulated French fleet was anchored in Oran Harbour, the Allies feared that the Germans would seize this powerful force and use it against the British fleet and convoys as they steamed through the Strait of Gibraltar and in the Mediterranean.

Churchill, the British Prime Minister was trying to get the Americans to send a force into North Africa to attack the Italian forces in Ethiopia and Sudan so far they were refusing to co operate. Things were not looking good for the Allies and Hitler was rubbing his hands with delight, as the Axis forces seemed invincible. Charles was desperate to get into the stoush and do his bit to call a halt to the jack boots stomping across the world. They retired for the night and everyone paired off for some sexual relief, except for Randy who joined young Allen and Martin in their bed.

The three young lads began to writhe about rubbing each others' body, groping and grasping, licking and sucking various appendages or body parts, their excited sensuous moans heard by all upstairs as their play became wilder and sexier. Randy ended up being the ham in the sandwich as Martin rooted his tight arse and Allen 69'd with the moaning gasping young American. Martin loved the feel of the Yank's burning hot rectum clutching his hard sword as he slid it greasily in and out of the silken scabbard. Every thrust elicited a responding gasp around Allen's hard teen meat increasing the young Brit's pleasure as he sucked hard on Randy's rock hard rod.

Martin felt Randy tighten up on his tool as he neared climax as Allen redoubled his suction on the large throbbing meat ramming into his gullet. Randy grunted a couple of times as his whole body bucked, then his cock swelled hugely in Allen's throat as he erupted mightily. His fleshy cannon fired round after round of hot sperm flooding into the gulping Allen's gullet which dragged Martin howling and humping his seed up the spasming rectum coating the silky crimson walls with pearly teen batter. Allen not to be left out spurted his juice all over Randy's sweaty red face as in his ecstasy he'd relinquished the young lad's throbbing rod. Semen coated his face, intruded up his flared nostrils and drooled into his panting mouth running down his chin.

They calmed down and the lads licked and sucked at each other's sweaty bodies eating the sweet nectar until they were clean and glisteningly slippery with each other's saliva. They relaxed savouring that post climactic bliss where one's body and mind drift in a mist of satiated pleasure shortly after they spooned together in a tangle of limbs and appendages slipping into a deep sleep.

The next few days were a riot of sensational sex as these young fit lads experimented on every way to enjoy each other's bodies, resulting in many, many climaxes each 24 hours until the day came for Randy to report back to his ship. Allen and Martin escorted the exhausted young American to the railway station and waited till the train huffed into the platform and stopped in a hissing cloud of steam. They hugged each other and Randy promised to return next leave to see them then they helped him aboard stowing his kitbag in the rack then stepping out and watched waiving as the train shuddered and clanked into motion. Their last view was of Randy's blonde haired head craning out the window waving his arm as the train rounded the bend and disappeared from sight, its sound diminishing into the distance.

The two lads returned sadly to Charles' estate trudging along the hedge and tree lined narrow roadway, their spirits down and thinking of the young American sailor going off to war. Allen realised that Martin too would soon be leaving him to join the battle and he cursed that he was too young to go with him. They reached the entrance gates and turned up the long driveway under the magnificent elm trees walking now hand in hand in the dappled golden sunlight up to the old mansion.

The place seemed empty, no sound of movement, as they made their way through to the rear of the rambling house and out the French doors onto the flagstone patio overlooking the formal but slightly overgrown garden at the rear. The war had stolen most the young men and an elderly gent, from the village was looking after the grounds his abilities limited by age tried his best to keep things trim and growing. There they found Charles, Henry Richard and Tom all enjoying the warm sun talking desultorily while lying relaxed on sun lounges wearing nothing but their skins, sipping on their drinks. Charles saw the lads appear and said, "Welcome back lads did Randy get away all right?"

Allen nodded as they walked together to an empty lounge where they sat together arms around each other companionably, Charles smiled and said, "There is some punch there on the table help yourselves if your thirsty after your walk."

Allen got up and walked across took two glasses filled them and carried them back handing one to Martin who pecked him on the cheek thanking him. Charles closed his eyes revelling in the gentle warm sun as he lay back tanning himself, the warmth gradually caused his penis to expand and he looked around to find everyone was similarly turgid and the two youngsters were kissing lost to their surroundings. Bradley appeared at the doors and said, "Excuse me captain you are wanted on the telephone."

Charles sighed and got to his feet, limping inside to answer the call, the cool air inside caused goose bumps to appear as he shivered from the chill, he picked up the receiver and answered to find it was the Admiralty informing him that he was to take command of a destroyer in 48 hours and they required him to come to London to receive his orders immediately. Charles acknowledged their request and hung up the phone hurrying to the kitchen and asked Bradley to get his number 1 uniform ready for him while he took a bath.

He hurried out onto the patio to break the news to his friends and Henry looked shattered saying, "Oh no my love your not going back into the battle."

Charles nodded and hugged his lover as Henry threw himself into his arms where he began sobbing quietly onto Charles' shoulder, Charles held him tight and quietly said, "Henry please my sweet man, don't make this harder than it is, you know I must return I'm not built to sail a damned desk in an office it would kill me."

Henry lifted his head and kissed Charles feverishly rubbing his tears onto Charles cheeks as he sadly replied, "I know Charles, I'm being selfish but you mean so much to me and I just hate the thought of you sailing on dangerous seas where you may be killed at any moment."

Charles smiled and replied, "Henry you silly plonker, don't you realise that this will be the third time, my third ship, it will be third time lucky this time. They won't sink my new ship it's just not feasible."

Bradley popped his head out the doors and said, "Excuse me sir, I've drawn your bath and laid out you uniform."

Charles gently disentangled Henry and kissed him again saying, "I must hurry my love I've got to catch the train for London, I should be back tonight if not I'll see you in the morning."

He left the patio and hurried inside to bathe and get dressed, half an hour later he was walking to the station after refusing the Bradley getting out the car saying, "I need the exercise Bradders, I'll be fine don't worry."

Charles boarded the train and was soon stepping off at Victoria station and hailing a cab for the trip to Admiralty House. He saluted the sentries, reported to the reception desk and was directed to the appropriate officer, knocking on the door he was told to enter and walked in and saluted the senior officer behind the desk. They discussed his health then he was told the ship was docked at Scarpa Flow undergoing repairs after a run in with a German destroyer in the North Sea. She would be ready for sea in a week and he was to report there within the next three days. He handed Charles the orders appointing him as commanding officer to unit H69 an older F class destroyer built back in the 1930's, at least it was a destroyer, even if smaller and less powerful than the Tribal he lost. Charles was pleased as he shook hands happily with the Appointments Officer and left the building with a smile on his lips and a spring in his step even with the slight limp.

He headed back to Victoria to catch his train back home, the trip flew past as he read his orders, he was to take command and as soon as able to make ready to put to sea and head for Gibraltar to join the Mediterranean fleet with all haste. Charles was happy to see his posting was to the warmer climes of the Med and he knew the action there was hot and hard, right up his alley. He detrained and hailed the local cab to get home quickly so he could tell everyone his new posting and tell Bradley and young Bryce that they were to join him on board the new boat.

He climbed out of the cab and paid off the driver then made his way inside to find everyone at the dinner, he took his place at the head of the table and Bradley brought him his meal. The others sat there waiting to hear the news as Charles deliberately ate slowly savouring each mouthful dragging out the meal driving his guests insane with curiosity. Henry finally unable to contain his curiosity said, "For God's sake Charles please put us out of our misery and tell us the news."

Charles looked up chewing slowly on a mouthful and smiled at his lover before swallowing the food and clearing his throat to announce that he was to leave tomorrow and that Bradley and Martin were to accompany him to Scarpa Flow to join the HMS Foxhound then from there to steam with all speed to Gibraltar for service with the Med. Fleet under Admiral Somerville. The silence was palpable as everyone sat stunned at the news of his sudden departure, then Henry gasped, "Oh but Charles that is so sudden my love, Surely they couldn't expect you to just drop everything and leap into the battle again?"

Charles nodded and replied, "I'm afraid time and war waits for no man Henry, I must go as the Foxhound is ready and awaiting my arrival. Her repairs are finished and she is ready for the battle. Her sister ships are already out there fighting the enemy."

Henry sobbed and reached across hugging Charles to him as he sobbed at the sudden turn of events, Charles hugged him saying, "Steady on old chap, we must follow our orders I'm afraid. You can stay on here until you too are called to leave on your own adventures, though it may be some time before the invasion can be mounted."

They left the table together as the others talked quietly, Richard too was sad for his friend but at least Tom was no longer called on fight since his injuries received during the Blitz, when bombs had dumped half the hotel on top of him. Young Allen and Martin were sitting there in a state of shock at the news they were going to be so suddenly separated, they sat staring into each other's eyes as Bradley cleared the half eaten meal away to wash the dishes.

The night was sombre, their love making was intense as everyone seemed to want sex to the fullest like starving men devoured food, they rutted insanely in their beds, sperm flew like rain as sweaty bodies copulated, sucked and stroked in a fever of lust and farewell. The dawn found them all satiated, exhausted and drained completely, dark circles under tired gravely eyes, aching muscles and orifices were the norm as they dragged themselves from their love nests and got up to face this day of departures.

The departing men and their lovers were showering their tired bodies removing all the traces of their night of sex; Bradley was preparing breakfast in the kitchen with a glum expression. He had enjoyed the long break from sea duty and had the task of butler and cook but now he was faced with more danger and he was feeling his age. He knew his duty though was to look after Charles to his best ability and he loved doing so but wished his captain had been happy to take a shore posting and left the fighting to others. He shrugged then squared his shoulders deciding that come what may he was going to be there for Charles.

The men dressed in their uniforms and ate a hurried meal as Charles told them they had to report to the airfield and board an Avro Anson to fly up north to Scarpa Flow. Bradley was unhappy, as he was a man who believed that if man were meant to fly God would have designed him with wings like a bird. He shuddered at the thought of climbing into a wood & canvas contraption with engines and soaring up into the sky with nothing below him, bit he followed orders as he'd been trained.

Henry and Richard asked Charles if they could use his car to drive them to the field and see them off, Charles said, "Yes my love you can use the car but you'll have to watch from outside the airfield as you need a pass to get onto the base."

Henry smiled wanly and said, "Well that's better than nothing I suppose at least we can spend a little more time together."

They all climbed into the old Daimler limousine Charles, and Henry in the front while Bradley, Allen and Martin crammed in the rear, Richard and Tom stood beside the old car saying their farewells as Henry started the car then they bounced away in a cloud of blue smoke heading down the long driveway to the road.

The drive to the airfield was a quiet affair as everyone was deep in thought about their futures; they arrived at the guardhouse at the entrance and pulled up to one side as the air police sergeant came across asking their business. Charles produced his travel warrant and the man studied it closely then returned the paper and snapped to attention saluting Charles. He gave directions then said, "If your friends want to drive in to see you off sir I'll close my eyes to their entry."

Charles smiled happily at the man and Henry beamed his pleasure thanking the sergeant as the gate was opened by a guard, the old car's gears crunched and it jerked off entering the immaculate airfield. It was an old pre war base and built to last, solid brick buildings with well laid out grounds, a parade ground, neat lawns and even gardens flanked the pathways. They drove to the turn off as instructed and pulled up at the edge of the concrete runway where the twin engined Avro sat waiting the pilots leaning on the wing talking. A hasty goodbye then Charles, Martin and Bradley walked across humping their kit and climbed into the plane, the pilots climbed aboard shutting the hatch and an engine whined as the starter engaged, it coughed and spluttered then belched smoke as the engine revved up the propeller blurred, the second engine coughed into life and the aircraft sat there brakes on as the engines were run up.

Brakes released the plane began to move away as Henry and Allen stood forlornly waving goodbye, the Avro taxied to the runway turned and then quickly accelerated tail lifting off the ground as she gathered speed bounced once ten lifted into the air. Henry and Allen watched the shrinking plane as it flew away till eventually it vanished from sight, as they walked to the car two Hurricane fighters roared in and landed shattering the peace of the area.

To be continued...
 

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Posted: 08/10/07