The Atlantic Express
by: justjames17
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Chapter 30

Malcolm was drained but still feeling highly charged by the thoughts of seeing his commanding officer and the young seaman, who he didn't know as yet, both showing hard ons in his presence. He'd immediately hurried to his cabin and wanked himself off to a huge climax, one of the best in his life, thinking of the two men. The confined celibate life and constant tension of war aboard a serving destroyer made the crew sexually repressed and impossibly horny. Many vented the tension by jerking off; some went ape droppings on their brief liberties ashore having intercourse with the ladies of the night as they were titled. The whores who hung about the seedy areas looking for men to fuck them, were well used to the rambunctious young jack tars looking to get their rocks off in a hurry and they made good sums of money whenever the ships were in port.

Being an officer Malcolm couldn't bring himself to searching out these women and apart from that he couldn't seem to get excited by females in any way even at the odd parties the officers were invited to by well meaning people. The young gunner had never been with a man or woman sexually although he was sort out frequently by the very attractive girls, who seemed to be on the guest list of all the society celebrations the naval officers were invited to. He was always uncomfortable at their attentions and sometimes openly hinted at liaisons that he turned down.

Now he found himself extremely aroused by the sight of men's erections, he'd passed through naval training without really coming in contact with guys showing sexual excitement. Now and then a trainee would get excited under the showers but the derision and coarse comments soon embarrassed the guy and Malcolm ensured that he wasn't caught out this way. He would dodge off to the heads and relieve the tension alone in a cubical. Now suddenly he had seen two men openly displaying in front of him, the captain, who he was terrified of even though he was handsome and well built and a seaman who had reported aboard with the captain. Malcolm wondered if maybe they were doing sexy things together behind the closed door of the captain's cabin. His penis started to firm up at the thought.

The intercom crackled as Action stations was piped and the alarm bells shrilled throughout the ship, Malcolm grabbed a clean shirt and dressed quickly then grabbed his tin helmet and life jacket racing through the hurrying sailors to climb the ladder to the gunnery control compartment. He watched the ready lights as the gun's crews closed up and he was pleased to see the training had improved the time, he reported guns closed up to the bridge. The captain then announced it was a training drill and stood them down again to the muttered grumbles of the men.

Malcolm slid down the ladder and ran into the young seaman he'd seen earlier, Bryce put a hand onto his chest to steady the young officer and the seaman gently rubbed and began feeling the firm pectorals under the shirt as Malcolm blushed and moved away sliding past the young man who moved closer again and made sure that their bodies rubbed together sensuously in passing. Bryce's hand fell to the firm buttocks and patted Malcolm's arse as he walked away. The innocent young gunner now realised some sort of sexual game was afoot and wondered how things would progress. Being in a foreign port was going to make things interesting; he had never visited the sunny Mediterranean before.

The crew now dressed in tropical white uniform which improved things considerably, bare knees and short-sleeved shirts certainly had the effect of increasing the crews' attractiveness. Malcolm's eyes began to notice interesting bulges in the crisp white shorts that were less obvious in the heavier dark winter weight uniforms, although sometimes the very tight bell bottomed trousers were revealing. The crew were stood down and leave was given to the starboard watch, Bryce was able to take advantage of the opportunity to go ashore as soon as he heard the gunnery officer was heading off.

Bryce got himself showered and changed into a clean uniform and boarded the same launch as the young officer as it left to head ashore. The slow trip in gave Bryce the opportunity to ogle the officer who caught him several times and each time Bryce smiled and surreptitiously rubbed his crotch at the blushing young gunner. Malcolm saw the good looking young sailor rubbing himself suggestively and kept looking away crimson faced to stare at the moored war ships as the launch chugged between the lines of moorings. They passed the Hood floating there in all her sleek magnificence, she might be old but her low sleek design was impressive to say the least, the old battle cruiser was the pride and love of the British navy and an icon to the nation as a whole. She had visited every nearly every major port in the world pre war and where ever she went she was awed and admired.

Malcolm sat watching her as she slid past them his thoughts on her beauty and magnificence and he wondered what it would be like to be a member of her crew of hand picked experts. Some of the old ships crew were leaning on the guardrails watching the small boat as it motored past they waved nonchalantly and the lads waved back. The launch arrived at a jetty and they disembarked straightening their uniforms before setting off into the small town, Bryce followed the gunner into the narrow streets towards the huge crouching rock. They passed through a bazaar where they stopped to buy cool drinks then after wandering about inspecting the variety of novelties and mementoes Bryce saw Malcolm walk on into another alley between the colourful Spanish looking buildings.

Bryce set off in pursuit catching up with Malcolm who stood in the cool shadows enjoying a cigarette as he watched some raggedy local boys kicking a scruffy soccer ball around the cobblestones. Bryce stopped beside the young officer watching the swarthy lads as they scuffled and tried to capture the ball, their smooth swarthy limbs showing their origins so dark in comparison to the Englishmen's fair complexions. All the boys had jet-black unruly hair, flashing dark eyes and their white teeth stood out against their mahogany faces. Bryce was watching the cute bulges visible in the lads' tight worn shorts and he glanced across at the gunner's crotch to see he was slightly excited as well.

Bryce sidled closer and whispered, "Cute little devils aren't they? So brown and fit looking compared to our own pale faced lads back home, they seem to carry more down below too must be the warmer climate don't you think sir?"

Malcolm startled from his reverie, looked at Bryce and said, "I don't quite follow you, what is your name seaman?"

Bryce grinned at him and said, "Bryce sir Martin Bryce, captain's runner and signalman sir."

"Oh thank you Bryce, yes they are very fit looking young lads." He said, "I think I see what you mean about down below, hmm yes they do seem quite well endowed for their age don't they?"

Bryce knew he had scored a goal and pressed on, "Look at the lad in the grey shirt sir, he is super large compared to his friends even though he is not as tall."

Malcolm's eyes studied the lad and he smiled slightly as he said, "Yes I see what you mean that lad looks as though he's excited about something doesn't he?"

Bryce grinned broadly and his hand moved slowly across onto the young officer's pert buttocks, Malcolm jerked and stiffened at his touch. He had never experienced the touch of another man before and his eyes darted about checking to see no one saw what was happening as his penis lengthened and hardened. The boy's were oblivious to the two men except for the grey shirted lad who noticed seaman's move on the officer, he knew what was going on as he played about the docks and many seaman had taken a fancy to him in the past. He had earned quite a lot of money letting the men use him and make love to him, he looked at the two Englishmen and thought how he'd like to join them in what ever they did.

Bryce enjoyed the firm feel of Malcolm's well muscled arse cheeks and the feel of the deep cleft dividing them under the white material, Malcolm was shuddering with excitement as he felt the sailor's hand caressing his arse, his heart was racing pounding in his chest as his cock erected awkwardly. The gunner shoved his hand in his pocket to adjust himself working his almost stiff cock up and to one side, the young lad was standing watching while his mates kicked and moved around him until one cried out, "Manuel are you playing or not? What are you watching the sailors for?"

Manuel laughed but cursed under his breath and tore his eyes away from the white clad men as he joined in the fray, they tussled about squabbling over the round ball until one lad tripped Manuel, whose mind was still on the two men, and he fell awkwardly onto the unforgiving cobblestones skinning his knee and elbow and winding himself when his tight balls landed on an prominent paving stone. Manuel doubled over and began crying as he clutched his bruised balls while his mates just stood laughing about him.

Bryce bounded forward and squatted beside the injured weeping boy as Malcolm awoke as if from a trance to follow him, Bryce lifted the boy up onto his lap while Manuel clutched his aching gonads tears coursing down his dark smooth cheeks. Bryce was comforting the lad as he cradled him with Manuel resting against his lap, the young Spanish lad could feel the hot hardness against his back as he squinted in pain looking up into the blue eyes of the English seaman. Malcolm squatted on his heels beside the two, one hand resting on Bryce's shoulder his eyes looking down at where Manuel's hand were clutching and covering his bruised boyhood.

Malcolm told the giggling group of boys to go home and stop laughing at their injured friend and they grumbled and drifted away down the alleys the last one kicking the round ball and doing amazing tricks with it as he ambled away. Malcolm asked Manuel did he need help to get home and the lad groaned theatrically and nodded his cute head, Bryce helped the boy to his feet and held him up with one arm around his slender chest and Manuel's arm over his shoulder. Manuel still clutched his aching jewels, one handed, as the trio hobbled away down the narrow street, Bryce loved the feel of the smooth young body in his grasp as they moved along until finally they reached Manuel's home and he thanked them and hobbled inside closing the door, leaving the two seaman standing in the street.

Bryce looked at Malcolm blankly then shook himself and said, "Well that was different wasn't it sir? How peculiar I thought at least we'd get a little more than a thank you."

Malcolm looked at the young sailor and frowned. "What did you expect Bryce a monetary recompense for helping an injured lad?"

Bryce shook his head and replied, "No sir I thought he might have been up for some sexy games though. Obviously I was wrong eh?"

The gunner frowned even more as he said, "I doubt the lad was into things like that and certainly after what occurred he wouldn't have been thinking of sex with badly bruised balls. I know in that condition it would be the last thing I'd want."

Bryce grinned and then laughed, "Hahaha your probably right there sir, he did come a nasty cropped on those cobbles, but as to his being a player you are totally wrong there that Manuel is on the game I guarantee that, his accident happened because he'd been ogling us and his dirty little mind wasn't on the game of soccer. He had a raging erection in those tatty shorts before he was tripped and his excitement added to his pain."

Malcolm looked at Bryce who had observed they were completely alone and unobserved as he reached out and groped the gunners cannon hidden in his shorts, Malcolm gasped loudly as the sailor's hand gripped his package strongly. The gunner's penis thickened instantly as Bryce rubbed him up, Bryce was enjoying the feel of the 7incher as it hardened steel like in his hand. Malcolm shuddered again and again as he began to breath erratically his body weaving to the stroking of his tool.

In quick time the gunner's dual magazines tightened and his cannon fired off several rounds of sperm missiles into his underpants, Bryce realised ruefully he had a hair trigger on his hands and was rueful to have caused such a premature triggering. Malcolm was weaving on wobbly knees, as his underpants grew wet with the deluge he'd let go, Bryce steadied the panting officer as he moved closer to the distressed officer. He rose up on his toes to bring his mouth level with the taller man's ear and whispered, "Sorry sir I didn't realise you had such a hair trigger I hope you aren't upset with me because I'd like to investigate this phenomenon further if that's ok with you?"

Malcolm slowly recovering his aplomb grunted softly and nodded, "Yes Bryce that was unbelievably molten I've never experienced anything quite like it in the past. In fact it's the first time since I've been mature I've had someone else touch me intimately like that and I'd love it to occur again."

Bryce grinned to himself as his fingers kneaded the semi hard penis and felt the dampness soaking through the officer's shorts onto his squeezing fingers. He brought the damp hand to his nose and inhaled the aromatic bleachy scent of fresh man sperm, he licked the taste off his digits and sighed happily as he watched Malcolm watching him. The two men moved on separating as Malcolm made his way back to the docks to go back on board and change his clothing, Bryce moved on through the hot narrow alleys until he came on a few young men posing against a low wall. He paused studying them and noticing their stance with hips thrust forward thumbs hooked in side pockets showing their wares under the baggy shorts, he admired their dark aquiline looks and their slim builds accentuating their packages.

Bryce licked his pink lips and moved slowly into the cul de sack eyes cruising the posed young men who smiled and thrust out even more to show off their well-filled packages. Bryce poised before the third in the line, a tallish slender young man a small just growing moustache on his top lip and the start of a small immature goatee on his jaw, his bulge appeared to be the biggest and Bryce longed to see him in all his naked glory. He stood directly in front of the man feet apart hands on hips, as he looked him up and down, the man's hand slipped across his bulge and Bryce watched as he clutched the decent sized meat tube tightening the material of his shorts to show how large he was. Bryce nodded and moved closer as the young man leant down bringing their mouths together in a sensuous kiss as Bryce groped the full pulsating package.

The young local straightened up and took Bryce's hand leading him away into a blind cul de sack where they were hidden from view, he groped Bryce's cock and soon both guys were stripping off. Bryce turned his back to the lad who spat heavily and used spittle to lube his dick the pushed some up Bryce's tight hole making the sailor moan and wriggle on the impaling digits. Bryce was soon moaning loudly and pushing back onto the twisting fingers as the lad worked on loosening him up, Bryce groaned and felt the fingers pull out then the fat smoothness of the lad's knob pushing against his stretched ring. He groaned as the cock head breeched him stretching him open before slipping greasily wetly up his chute. Bryce stood tall and arched forward as the lad stuffed him swiftly filling his quivering innards to the max.

The lad's hands locked around Bryce's prominent pelvic bones pulling him hard back onto the plunging pole making the Englishman groan in lustful pain. Bryce leaned back against the hot firm torso, his head arched back enticing the young man to kiss him on the mouth, the local bent his sweaty face down and they kissed frantically slurping spittle between them. Bryce's quivering internals caressed the prodding poking prick dragging the lad's balls tight as his body began to feel the delight of a great experienced arse working his hot horny dick. The young man's smooth action sped up as he drove deeper plunging and ramming into Bryce's warm buttocks, the guy's balls tightened till they nearly disappeared into his groin and he grunted frantically pounding the tight pert bum. He yelled aloud in Spanish as he thrust hard holding himself deep in side filling the dark dewy depths with continuous spurts of hot sperm.

The two young men stood swaying and panting joined together as they slowly regaining their equilibrium, then as the dark brown shrinking rod slid out from between the pale white arse cheeks sperm drooled down the quivering Englishman's legs. Bryce turned around and licked the semi flaccid dick before sucking it in and cleaning it off. The local waited till his cock was cleaned then pulled out and knelt in front of Bryce lifting his slack schlong up and took it into his warm wet mouth. The agile tongue teased the young seaman's dick until he was totally boned and thrusting hard with his hips into the hungry hole as the guy deep throated him and soon had him quivering and groaning in relish as his climax neared. He spurted deep into the sucking vacuuming gullet while the young guy held onto his bruised arse cheeks pulling him deeper.

Bryce finished his nut and soon had to push the guy off his aching oversensitive cock, the young local squatted back on his heels smiling as he swallowed the last vestiges of the sailor's cum, he wiped his lips and stood up pulling up his baggy shorts then he bent and pulled up Bryce's shorts doing up the buttons of his fly. Bryce pulled out his wallet but the lad shook his head and smiled as he rubbed Bryce's cute buttocks then led him back to where his companions waited. They all spoke together in rapid Spanish while Bryce looked blankly at them, a faint quizzical smile on his face; the guys all mobbed him feeling him up as they chattered away. After the initial excitement calmed down his companion Pedro explained in halting English that the lads all fancied him and would love to get together for some hot fun and games.

Bryce was flattered that all these hot young guys thought him to be so sexy and his mind reeled at the prospect of what might occur if he got involved with these hot blooded Mediterranean men in an orgy of sex and lust.

To be continued...
 

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Posted: 08/10/07