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

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Chapter 31

Bryce was surrounded by a group of horny excited young local lads in the streets of Gibraltar, Pedro had already sucked him off and now after they returned from their little tryst Pedro's friends were mobbing him. Hands groped and felt, stroked and rubbed all over his excited body making his dick erect again which these lads seemed delighted to feel, Bryce was panting his lungs couldn't get enough oxygen as he hyperventilated. A dark curly head was fastened to his crotch as a boy rubbed his swarthy cute face on his covered genitals; Bryce was weak in the knees as these hot-blooded lads took control of him.

They began manoeuvring him back into the alley he and Pedro had come back from he was drifting along with the flow his mind completely befuddled by the lust and emotions of the moment. The lads began stripping his clothes from his panting sweat glistening body as tongues and fingers licked and toyed with every part of his now naked flesh. One lad wriggled his tool in between Bryce's firm pale buttocks and his phallus was rubbing up and down Bryce's fuzzy sweat moistened crack, the young fiend wanted to pluck Bryce's cherry and the sailor was out of control. He felt the exploratory prodding and tensed his ring but as another lad swallowed his tool he moaned and hunched into the warm wet mouth the lad behind followed the move and rammed his stiff spike hard into Bryce's tight ring.

Bryce grunted in pain as the dick delved deep up his quivering chute but the lad sucking on his pulsing prick was an expert and drew his attention away from the initial burning pain to the delight of incredible oral love while two hands toyed deliciously with his balls. A lad was sucking each of the English man's nipples, two dark curly heads pressed to his pectorals sucking and nipping on his hard nubs, another was tonguing his neck and working on his ear sending explosions through Bryce's trembling swaying body. The sound of wet mouths drooling and sucking on his firm flesh echoed about the cul de sac along with his desperate moans as the lad behind pounded his teen tossle in and out of Bryce's achingly stretched arse hole. The speedy slap of balls on his arse ensured Bryce felt every exciting movement as the boy rooted his no longer virginal vent, Bryce now relaxed enough to begin enjoying the punishing pud perforating his tight arse, the lad's dick delved deep rubbing back and forth stroking the English lad's love button. Bryce's cock throbbed at each contact until he was panting and groaning that he was cumming, his hips moved back and forth face fucking the swarthy lad sucking him and thrust back hard onto that sexy schlong fitted to his anus. Bryce groaned and croaked, "Aaargh, I'm cumming! Oh gees I'm going to fill your sweet gob!"

His balls tight and aching blew their sweet load as his body went berserk squeezing and grabbing on the cock sliding in and out his spasming sphincter. Cum erupted into the sucking mouth as the boy behind grasped his hips ramming hard and deep to void his nuts splattering the man's guts deep inside with his creamy thick jism. Bryce humped and spurted again and again dragging the cream from the boy behind until both were drained completely. The other boys all wanking frantically sprayed the three bodies with molten hot boy larva till everyone was spattered and exhausted, holding on to each other to stay erect on their feet.

The lads all recovered quickly adjusted their scruffy clothes and bolted from the alley leaving the dazed and confused seaman wobbling naked and alone. Bryce pulled out a handkerchief and cleaned off as much boy juice as he could from his body, he pulled up his shorts to find his wallet gone from his pocket. He looked all about the sleazy dirty cobblestones to see if it had fallen from his pocket, alas it was not there and he realised he had been robbed, his money and identity card lost, now he was in a fix how could he get back into the heavily guarded naval complex without his papers?

Bryce's sweaty ruddy face blanched as he realised his predicament, he was in a foreign port with no money or papers and his ship was behind the heavy fortified defences and barbed wire. Could he impose on the sentries at the entrance and get them to contact the ship so someone could come ashore and identify him? Questions raced and whirled in his agonizing brain, he stumbled out of the alley and looked about for the lads but no sign of them so he trudged slowly back towards the harbour.

The seaman came within sight of the high fence with its gate guarded by the wooden sentry box and guard room attached, he approached the guards as they eyed him suspiciously gripping their .303 Lee Enfield rifles as he walked towards them his gait reflecting his abused sore arse as he almost hobbled towards the entrance. The nearest guard a young ginger headed seaman in white gaiters & belt called, "Halt who goes there?"

Bryce stopped under their glares and meekly replied, "Able Seaman Bryce from the Fox Hound I've been robbed and my wallet's been stolen."

The sentry told him to advance and be recognised so Bryce waddled closer to the two guards, he paused close to them, as they looked him over closely. One sentry rang through on the phone to the guard room and soon a Chief Petty Officer of the Shore Patrol appeared, this gent was all spit and polish, a perfect example of naval authority as he barked at the two young sentries, "Let the man through."

He escorted Martin into the guardroom where he sent a radio message out to the Fox Hound requesting an officer come ashore to identify the now anguished Bryce. The CPO sat him down at a table in the guardroom while he stayed on the side nearest the door in case the embarrassed man made a run for it. The chief kept up an idle banter about Gibraltar while they waited for the arrival of his fellow officer from the ship, he told Bryce that pick pockets and other criminals preyed on unsuspecting sailors in the town and everyone must be wary at all times. Martin sat looking at the table arms crossed ashamed of what had occurred and feeling totally soiled apart from the cum leaking from his abused arse as he sat there.

Eventually he heard voices outside and to his horror in walked his commanding officer, Charles smiled as he stepped into the wooden guard room and saw Martin sitting at the table he thanked the Petty Officer and confirmed that it was indeed lieutenant Martin Bryce from his ship. The chief petty officer saluted Charles and Charles escorted Martin from the guardroom out into the cooling evening air. Bryce walked ahead of Charles affording the delightful view of his cute arse in his cum stained shorts, Charles smiled to himself as he realised that the young lad had been well rooted by somebody ashore. Bryce was no virgin but the young man was obviously more upset about losing his wallet than being rooted.

They neared the jetty where Fox Hound's boat awaited them and Charles moved close to Bryce and brushed his hand briefly across the damp patch on the sailor's behind, feeling the moist cummy discharge then bringing his fingers to his nose to inhale the scent of the juices. Charles grinned at the smell of sperm and watched as Bryce gingerly climbed down the ladder to board the waiting boat, Charles clambered down and the boat shoved off and motored back across the ship crowded anchorage.

They pulled alongside the destroyer and clambered aboard, Charles told Bryce to go and get cleaned up as he was on watch in an hour and he watched the lad hobble away still obviously a little tender in his rear end. Charles wondered who had taken the lad, had he asked for sex or had he been taken and rooted without his consent? Charles thought if he'd been raped surely the young man would be screaming for retribution but he seemed just embarrassed at losing his wallet and papers and not that he'd been sexually abused. Charles cock was steel hard and oozing in his underpants thinking of that delectable tight young behind being well & truly stuffed and filled with semen, he would have been delighted to clean up the tasty soggy mess with his tongue.

Bryce was to be on watch with the delectable Malcolm Douglas, the gunner who both he and Charles were panting to seduce, he showered and carefully cleaned his battered and bruised arse hole and he felt the still puffy flesh of his anus as he washed the sperm from his crack and stuffed his fingers up the cum leaking chute to clean out his rectum. He finished bathing and dried off before donning a clean uniform and reporting for duty on the bridge. The handsome gunnery officer was already ensconced on the captain's bridge stool leaning on the windbreak surveying the harbour as Bryce stamped to attention and saluted the officer. Malcolm turned and casually returned the seaman's brisk salute before returning to gaze at the assembled shipping.

Bryce stood at the rear of the bridge next to the voice pipes watching the tantalising display of the officer's buttocks as he sat there on the stool. Bryce day dreamed as he stared imagining those mounds of muscle naked and wondered if the man was hairy down there, he had a wager to himself that the man was smooth as he had little beard on his smooth fresh face. Malcolm's legs between the long white socks and white summer uniform shorts were almost smooth just a faint dusting of fair sun bleached hair was visible. Bryce was in heat as he perved on the cute man, his cock was boned and he had to adjust it so it wasn't so visible in his own white shorts. Bryce was studying the sexy legs as the gunner sat relaxed, the shape of his lithe legs was a real turn on, his sexy knees and the play of his muscles as he moved now and then getting comfortable kept Bryce excited and hard.

The gunner turned around to speak to Bryce and he looked down and saw the rigid rod bulging in the young sailor's shorts where he'd tucked it to point down his thigh, the officer's eyes widened as he sat mouth partly open as he'd been going to speak. Bryce knew he was being studied by the expression and he watched the officer's face closely, he saw Malcolm's tongue slip across the pink lips and knew the sight of his erection was arousing him. The young officer spluttered several times as he tried to speak then he blushed bright red and swung away to stare back out at the ships around them.

Bryce knew he had the gunner excited by his reactions; he moved slightly to the left and looked across to the man's crotch to see a definite bulge where the officer's cock was hard and throbbing. Bryce grinned to himself; the gunner was aroused and throbbing hard as he sat there, the seaman walked quietly across and stood next to the young gunner as they both stared out over the darkening harbour. Malcolm felt the heat from Bryce's sexy body on his bare arm and thigh, he glanced down and saw Bryce was rubbing his erection gently, which made the officer groan in his head as he watched the lad's hand caressing himself.

Malcolm's mouth went dry and he felt extra hot as he blushed profusely, he was craving to feel that hot hard erection as his own cock pulsed and dripped in his underpants. Bryce saw the officer's hands trembling so he turned towards him facing directly at the seated man, his aroused dick almost touching the smooth flesh of Malcolm's thigh. Malcolm was fighting the urge as Bryce tantalised him, the internal struggle raged as he strained to control his wayward urges, it wasn't right or proper to be attracted to another man much less a seaman.

Bryce smiled into the darkness as he flexed his dick making it pulsate heavily in his shorts, he could see the strain the gunner was under trying to resist his advances and even in the failing light he could see both his hands trembling and his cock bulge throbbing. Bryce knew the battle of wits was nearly over and Malcolm was on the verge of feeling him up when there was a bright flash of light off in the harbour, the flash was followed by a huge explosion as a towering plume of water rose into the air alongside a heavy cruiser. There had been a massive explosion of some sort, maybe a torpedo fired from a submarine that had somehow penetrated the huge nets guarding the anchorage. Charles came rushing onto the bridge followed by most of the crew lining the decks watching what was happening, Charles asked for a report from Malcolm who told him as much as he knew of what happened. Chaos reared its ugly head as all the ships began shining search lights onto the surface looking for bubble trails from more torpedos, the small harbour patrol boats tore about dropping depth charges adding to the maelstrom of seething water. Suddenly those near the harbour boom all clustered together shining lights into the frothy sea, they pulled two objects from the sea and motored quickly back to the dock area. The Fox Hound drifted back to sleep as the crew went below decks all discussing what had happened, Charles bad them goodnight and went to his cabin.

The badly damaged cruiser was towed to the dockyard for repairs to the gaping hole in her armoured side and things quietened down once again. Bryce, once the excitement was over, cursed that the attack had ruined the mood between himself and the officer and he retreated back out onto the bridge wing where the lookouts were stationed when at sea. He stood there looking down into the shiny oil slicked water, one of the cruiser's fuel tanks had been split by the explosion and her diesel fuel floated all over the surface in an iridescent putrid flood. Bryce was really pissed off, as he had been so close to succeeding in his conquest, now he wondered if that mood and situation would ever occur again.

The watch finished with no further excitement and next morning the word of what had happened swept through Gibraltar, the Italians had invented a new form of warfare swimmers who carried tanks of air on their backs and swam under water to place limpet mines on ships hulls blowing them up. Two of these swimmers had been killed and blown to the surface by the depth charges, their bodies pulled from the water and taken ashore for examination of their equipment. Hurried signals were sent to Admiralty House in London about this new menace while the engineering section studied the air tanks and large rubber flippers and goggles these extremely brave dead men wore.

A new defence had to be worked out as torpedo nets weren't designed to stop swimmers only large objects like submarines, the boffins in the shore base came up with an idea, the harbour defence launches were to motor about the harbour dropping small charges, enough to kill these swimmers who someone named frogmen from the appearance the goggles made when worn and the flippers they wore on their feet. From that day on the launches motored back and forth across the entrance dropping mini depth charges, the constant bangs and small water spouts were normal operations and everyone became used to the disturbance.

The question of how these swimmers got to Gibraltar was a puzzle as no vessels had been seen or launches heard that night, this puzzle was left on the back burner as the men couldn't have swum a great distance or their air supply would have run out.

To be continued...
 

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Posted: 08/17/07