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

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Chapter 34

The long slow and danger fraught voyage had taken a heavy toll on Charles and his crew, the need to be constantly on high alert as the only safeguard for the badly damaged San Pedro had exhausted the men. The sound of the air raid sirens caused a shudder to run through the crew as action stations bells shrilled throughout the destroyer. The tired men hurried at best speed to their posts cranking the guns around to face towards the oncoming bombers.

The drumming throb of multiple engines seemed to pass right through their flesh and into their tired muscles and bones, they waited for the distant specks to fly into range as the gunnery control watched the aircraft closely through the huge prismatic sights. The lead planes reached the range of the 4inch guns and the firing bells dinged. The guns opened fire sending their missiles soaring speedily towards the oncoming threat, dark blossoms appeared around the aircraft which flew through them unscathed, the antiaircraft guns scattered all over the island now joined the fray and soon the enemy were heavily engaged as a multitude of shells exploded amongst their flights.

Several bombers wavered before sending out long plumes of black smoke staining the clear blue sky as they fell seawards from the orderly formation. The harbour defences released the camouflaging smoke that soon began to blanket the harbour in thick choking fumes hiding the ships from view, Foxhound ceased fire as the drifting smoke covered her and she lost sight of the marauders, the crew waited helplessly as they coughed and wheezed their eyes watering. They heard the crumping detonations as the bombs whistled down onto the island battering the already demolished buildings and pock marking the airport runway with craters. Faith, Hope and Charity flew against the huge odds bringing down five Stuka dive-bombers, these mean gull winged planes were sitting targets as they pulled out of their vertical bombing runs.

Foxhound's hull trembled and shook as bombs exploded in the harbour around her but the smoke saved the ships from damage, the thick oily smoke blinding the pilots and their bombardiers. The raid ended abruptly as the bombers turned back for their bases in Sardinia while the all clear sounded and the residents and troops reappeared hurrying to fill in the bomb craters on the runway so the old biplanes could land in safety. The breeze slowly cleared the air blowing the smoke out to sea and once again the harbour was abuzz with activity as the unloading of the few ships there went on apace hoping to get the vessels back out to sea before the enemy could mount another raid.

Charles staggered below after stand down was piped; he craved a few hours uninterrupted sleep to recharge his stamina and Bradley had the desk set and a meal steaming waiting for his captain as Charles entered the cabin. Bradley pulled back the captain's chair and Charles sank wearily down onto it. He picked up his knife and fork and began to eat slowly; Bradley left Charles to eat and returned to his little world behind the dividing bulkhead. He sat down and began to sip a mug of tea when he heard a thump and clatter, Bradley stood and hurried to Charles' cabin to find him face down on the desk and his meal on the floor where he'd knocked it when he collapsed.

Bradley lifted and half carried the protesting Charles to his bunk sitting him there as he began to remove his crumpled stained uniform, Charles sat dopey and helpless as the old steward stripped him to his underwear before helping him onto the bunk and covering him with a sheet, Charles was instantly asleep like a dead man. Bradley smiled down at his captain and friend then bent down and kissed Charles on the cheek saying, "Sleep well noble captain I hope you get an undisturbed rest."

Charles snuggled into his pillow like a young boy and Bradley turned smiling fondly as he walked quietly away to clean up the mess on the floor.
Seaman Martin Bryce was lying in his hammock amongst his sleeping comrades still awake and restless even though exhausted; his sex drive was in high gear now that they were reasonably safe in Valletta harbour. He lay silently stroking his tumescent cock as he dreamed of the gunnery officer's tight arse, his mind also going back to the unreal sex he'd participated in back in Gibraltar, when the gang of local youths had set upon him and raped him in that dirty alley. Martin pictured the still innocent young officer being ravaged by those hot-blooded young Spanish lads; his screams muffled by hot hard cocks thrusting down his straining throat.

Martin, frantic to cum, was wanking furiously his hand a blur and his balls slapping against the bare flesh of his inner thighs and arse. The sound awoke another seaman in the hammock across the mess, an older man with many years service. He had seen many things over his years in the service and the sight of a young sailor wanking was always one of the more enjoyable pleasures. He watched Bryce while stroking himself until his prick was fully engorged and dripping juice. He sighed softly as he watched the sexy lad nearing climax as his hammock swayed about from the frantic action as he arched up his rigid throbbing spike looked almost black in the dim light as the blood pounded into his turgid spasming tool. A gasping groan escaped Bryce's grimacing lips as his balls erupted and sent their load gushing, spurting out onto the flogging hand and spattered his naked torso.

The watching seaman, slipped silently to the deck and padded quietly to the side of Bryce's hammock, he stood watching the sperm puddles and strings as they landed on the muscular taut smooth flesh. He licked his lips and bent over Bryce who laid panting eyes closed in the hight of his molten hot climax. The man licked his lips as he inhaled the scent of sex, the sweet bleachiness of a young man's love juice. The man extended his tongue until the very tip touched and tasted the small cum puddle shimmering in the belly button on Martin's heaving stomach.

Martin felt the faint touch and his eyes sprang open in fear, he looked down his now rigid chest to see the dark shape of his crewmate licking at his sperm coated belly. He took a shuddering gasp of air as he again resumed breathing, he lay quiet as the man licked him clean then took his semi flaccid dick into his warm mouth and sucked out the dregs of his cum coaxing it up his urethra with an agile tongue. Bryce shuddered and clutched the man's head feeling the spikiness of his close-cropped hair as he humped up into that warm moist sucking cavern. The man pulled back, his lips tight around Martin's tool extracting the last drops of sweet sperm before letting the cock slip from his lips to splat down on Bryce's smooth belly. He turned his craggy face to Bryce smiled and whispered, "Thanks young Bryce that was delicious, if you ever need draining just let me know I'll be glad to fix your problem."

Bryce smiled tiredly back at the seaman and rolled onto his side whispering, "Thank you too Freddie, that felt great and I enjoyed what you did mate. I'll remember your offer in future."

Fred gave Bryce's cock a gentle squeeze and quietly slipped back to his hammock and climbed adeptly in as Bryce smiled to himself before falling into a dreamless sleep. The night passed quietly and everyone rested well dawn broke and the rising sun loomed through the sea mist softening the glare and giving the harbour and the vessels moored there an ethereal appearance. On the bridge of Foxhound the first lieutenant, Alan Harbury paced the deck surveying the awakening day, he could see through the mist where their charge the badly damaged San Pedro was moored. Her fuel pumped ashore she rode higher in the water exposing her torn and twisted already rusting hull. Alan wondered just how the crippled ship had remained afloat with such incredible damage and he wondered what her fate would be now, she certainly wasn't capable of steaming back to a major port for repairs in her current state and the dockyard facilities in the harbour were insufficient to carry out the needed repairs.

The mist burned off quickly and the glare of the sun off the rubble that was the surrounding city stung their eyes as the island came to life, Alan heard feet clumping onto the bridge and turned to see Charles arrive, he snapped a salute and Charles returned the courtesy before asking what there was to report. Alan filled his commander in on the nights events and said, "Have a gander at the San Pedro sir, I can't believe she is still afloat."

Charles looked across at the battered tanker and shook his head saying, "She is finished I'm afraid, she is only good for scuttling. We can't get her back to Gibraltar or to Alexandria where the shipyards that could handle her size are situated. It's a real shame after her valiant struggle to get her cargo here that she will meet such an ignoble end."

The base station ashore began signalling requesting Charles report to the base commander and he told Alan to take command while he went ashore leaving orders to give the gun crew's some exercises. Charles stepped ashore and headed to the underground bunker housing the military headquarters, he returned the salute of the sentries guarding the complex then he descended the long dank stairs his footsteps echoing on the rock walls as he went deeper into the core of the embattled island. He arrived at the office area and control plotting room with the large map of the Mediterranean on the plotting table and various small tags indicating enemy aircraft and vessels as well as their own along with the cues used to shift the various elements across the map. Charles noticed all was quiet at the moment no flights of bombers in the air approaching Malta.

The Naval commander saw Charles and approached him hand extended to greet him as the senior officer wore no cap he didn't wish to be saluted, they shook hands and the commodore took Charles by the elbow and led him to his office where he ushered Charles inside and told him to sit down, he offered Charles a cigarette but he refused with thanks and they got down to business. The commodore informed Charles that they needed the Foxhound to make a dash across the Med to Greece to deliver a party of commandos to help the embattled Australian and Greek forces trying to halt the German army. He warned Charles the approach had to be in the dark of night to avoid being attacked and the destroyer had to dash across and time her arrival just right to avoid hanging about waiting for darkness.

Charles listened carefully to the instructions and asked if they had enough fuel to top up his tanks for the sortie, as he would have to sail from Greece back to Alexandria to catch up with the convoy once again. The commodore told him refuelling would take place in an hour and asked if Foxhounds magazines needed munitioning. Charles thanked the older officer and said that they might need every shell they could stow aboard the commodore said that the ship was to be loaded as soon as possible and he picked up the phone to order the fuel and ammunitioning to be started.

Charles shook hands and headed back to the ship, he hurried aboard and began ordering the engineer to prepare for fuelling and the gunner to prepare for the loading of the ammunition. The ship's crew hurried about as the fuel lines were connected from ashore and the heavy pipes began to throb as the pumps sent the fuel surging aboard to fill her fuel tanks. Trucks rumbled along the dock to pull up alongside and the gantry began transferring the 4 inch shells onto the destroyers deck where the men began passing them hand to hand to the hatches and down into the magazines. Sweat soon poured from the hard working seaman and the loading progressed apace, the ship's magazines were soon topped up and the trucks departed back into the cavernous underground stores facilities. Her fuel tanks topped up, the fuel lines were disconnected and Foxhound was ready to depart, the ship was to sail after dark so there were a few hours to wait. Charles called the gunnery officer to his cabin where he laid out the details of their upcoming mission; he warned Malcolm that his guns had to be on the ball as they would be right in the middle of enemy territory. The young gunner sat at the desk his face downcast as he heard the Charles laid out the terrifying task, Charles was watching the lad and saw he was showing some uncertainty he got to his feet and moved around the table and placed his hand on the young lieutenant's shoulder giving him a gentle squeeze and a massage as he talked.

The gunner sat there as if entranced as his captain fondled his shoulder and upper arm, his shorts began to tent and as he turned his head to look up at Charles he saw the captain's shorts were bulging with a hard on. Malcolm swallowed hard and looked up at Charles a query in his eyes and a tremulous smile on his lips. Charles looked down at him his eyes alight with lust as the young officer looked up with his soft eyes; Charles slowly bent down and pressed his lips to the gunner's. Malcolm resisted momentarily then opened to Charles' tongue as he sucked the wet moist appendage into his warm mouth a moan escaping as he did so. Charles placed his hands under the lad's arm pits and lifted him Malcolm rose to his feet their kiss unbroken as they wrapped their arms about each other.

Charles felt the young man's body relax in his grasp and his kiss became incredibly sexy as he sucked on Charles tongue frantically. Charles responded and their bodies moulded together as they ground their erections against each other. Charles broke the kiss and they both took a deep shuddering breath then Charles led the gunner to his bunk gently pressing on his shoulders and Malcolm sank down onto the bunk looking up into Charles eyes. Charles saw a longing glowing deep in the young lieutenants eyes as he began undoing the lad's shirt slowly button by button eyes locked together he bared the fit slim torso. Malcolm lay back on his elbows gazing up at Charles his pink tongue licked his lips leaving them moist and glistening in the sunlight beaming through the porthole.

Charles pulled the shirt off Malcolm's shoulders and down his bent arms then bent closer and kissed both the flat brown nipples on the lad's smooth pectorals, both nipples erected instantly and Malcolm rolled his head on his shoulders and gurgled his delight as his captain sucked and nibbled on his excited flesh. He arched his torso pressing himself to Charles' mouth and a shudder ran through him as his cock throbbed hard in his baggy uniform shorts. Charles hand slid up the loose leg of the white shorts and felt the heat emanating from Malcolm's excited genitals before clutching the full tight packed scrotum and rolling the cum filled balls in his grasp.

The gunner moaned and opened his legs wide letting Charles grope him at will and the feel oh his hand was driving the young officer insane as he lay back moaning and writhing on the bunk. Charles pulled his hand out and undid the buttons of the shorts then tugged them off tossing them on the deck as he yanked off the white underpants which fluttered down to join the shorts, off came the shoes and long white socks, leaving the heavily breathing lad naked and erect on the bunk looking up at Charles with glowing eyes.

Charles fell to his knees taking the hard cock in his hand and sucking its leaking knob into his mouth, Malcolm squirmed and cried out making Bradley smile in his little cubical next door. The lad was immediately brought to the brink as Charles swallowed him and ran his tongue over the excited meat in his mouth. Malcolm strained up his muscles rigid and defined as he tried to poke his pole deeper into Charles hot mouth, a low guttural howl escaped his panting mouth as he ejaculated like a geyser into Charles throat. Rope after rope erupted from his straining prick filling Charles hungry mouth with his delicious deluge, Charles swallowed again and again to keep up with the flood until the young man collapsed satiated and exhausted on the bunk. Malcolm's hard dick still oozing sperm onto Charles' tongue as he shivered and shook gasping for air, Charles tightened his lips and dragged up the still rigid rod draining every drop of juice from the swollen urethra.

Malcolm whimpered as Charles pulled off his sensitive schlong, it slapped down wetly on his flat belly and lay there pulsing slowly as a few beads of cum dribbled out onto his overheated flesh. Charles stood up smiling down at the gunner as he began to undress there was a knock at the cabin door, Charles quickly shoved the gunner's legs up onto the bunk grabbed the discarded uniform off the floor tossing them in with him before pulling the curtain across the bunk area. He walked to the desk calling out "Come."

The door opened and the first lieutenant appeared to tell Charles the boat was in all respects ready for sea and they had just received orders to get under way. Charles thanked him and picked up his cap and they left the cabin together while the flustered gunner pulled on his uniform and prepared to leave the cabin, as he tip toed out the door Bryce coming along the passageway bumped into him and grasped the officer's hips to stop falling over while having a good feel of his firm muscled body. They sorted themselves out and Malcolm walked off towards the bridge while Bryce stood there a knowing smile on his lips as he watched the young officer disappear from view and admired the pert arse moving in the shorts.

To be continued...
 

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Posted: 08/17/07