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

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Chapter 35

HMS Foxhound alongside in Valletta Harbour awaited the arrival of the Commandos she was to ferry across the Med to Greece to help the embattled Australian and Greek forces trying to stem the invasion by the German invaders. The attack began with a large parachute drop, one of the first real airborne invasion in the history of warfare, the Germans had tumbled from the planes and drifted to the ground even though the defenders had fired on the easy targets they made as they swung beneath their canopies drifting to the ground below. Many were killed and wounded but those that survived soon consolidated and began heavy fighting with the surprised allied forces.

The paras set up a safe zone to allow more troops to parachute down from wave after wave of troop carrying transport planes, their numbers soon increased to a level where the under armed opposition were being slowly driven back. This was the situation that prompted the urgent request for assistance and the despatch of the commando unit to help out. Charles stood on the Foxhound's bridge awaiting the arrival of their passengers, the ship was in all respects ready for sea a shimmering haze from her funnels indicating her boilers were on line and ready to propel her across the sea. The sound of engines echoed from the rubble of the docks as five 3ton lorries appeared heading towards her position, they pulled up and the commandos jumped out and began unloading their equipment and some supplies to be landed when they arrived.

Charles ordered his crew to assist in the loading and the men scrambled ashore setting up a line where boxes were passed hand-to-hand up to the deck and another group took them below decks, the heavier crated were swung aboard with the derrick used for munitions and the cargo was soon all stowed away. The clatter of hob nailed boots sounded as the commandos climbed the metal brow and boarded the destroyer to be quickly ushered below out of sight. The Officer Commanding Naval Operations appeared and quickly came aboard saluting the quarter deck as he did, Charles saw him coming and hurried down to meet him and the two men walked side by side to stand on the quarter deck in deep conversation.

The Commander told Charles that there were many wounded troops awaiting their arrival and as soon as Foxhound had unloaded the men and supplies they would be brought on board for the return trip to Alexandria where they would be hospitalised This added to the urgency of the mission and Charles prayed they would get in and out quickly and safely. Night fell and the time for departure arrived and the destroyer let go her mooring lines and steamed slowly through the harbour manoeuvring through the sunken hulks sent to the bottom by the continuing bombings. Charles breathed a sigh of relief as they followed the swept channel through the minefields and increased speed to leave the embattled island in her wake.

The 500mile voyage to Greece had begun and Foxhound was soon slicing through the darkness at 25knots the trip should take her 20 hours but she would have to slow down midway so she arrived after dark for her approach to Greece. The night was calm and the boat slid along smoothly, the troops were happy as they didn't suffer seasickness and they sprawled about the decks trying to sleep. Charles was on the bridge wing when he saw a red glow near the forward funnel he ordered Bryce, the bridge runner to go and bring the man to the bridge as he barked, "That man there! You there, smoking near the funnel put out that damned cigarette."

Bryce doubled down and found the soldier who stood there sheepishly as the seaman came up; he looked at the man and saw he was very young and from what he could make out in the darkness looked very attractive. He escorted the lad up to the bridge where Charles was waiting angrily pacing back and forth; Bryce stamped to attention and saluted his captain followed by the young commando who was hesitant and looked worried. Charles returned their salutes and his angry eyes looked the soldier up and down as he stood there hands on hips, Charles was taken with the lad's youth and he asked him, "What's your name and how old are you soldier?"

The lad quaked in his boots and swallowed hard scared by the officer's imperious attitude, he knew if his officers found out about his behaviour he would be in big trouble even though they were going into action soon. He answered, "I'm Mark Briggs and I'm 17 sir, I want to apologise for what I did. I wasn't thinking straight and just lit up because I'm nervous about what will happen when we reach our destination. I'm new to the unit and this is my first battle."

Charles felt sad for the lad as he heard his words and his attitude softened as he said, "Do you realise lad that your cigarette can be seen for miles across the water on a dark night like this? Any enemy vessel could hone in on our position if they saw the glow."

The young Commando nodded and apologised again, Charles noticed how close Bryce was standing to the young soldier and he thought that they must be able to feel each other's body heat. The young soldier was still quaking in his boots as Charles said, "Alright Briggs, I wont report you to your commanding officer, but I warn you don't let me see you smoke on deck again. If you need a cigarette go below and light up."

The lad straightened up at Charles words and he admired the young soldier's build, just visible in the faint glow from the bright stars overhead. The young man said, "Thank you sir, I promise I won't do that again, if there is anything I can do for you I'd be glad to do it."

Charles smiled at him as his eyes slid slowly down the fit body to stop at the crotch where the lad's package was hidden in his baggy camouflage uniform pants, Mark noticed the captain's piercing look and knew what the man wanted. Since his induction into the military he had been much in demand through basic training and then in the commando unit he was attached to. The young lad's slim swimmer's built body exuded sex and after his introduction in basic training he found he loved men using him like a street girl. His tight arse was much in demand by those men who relished male sex while his 7inch penis was also used frequently to his delight.

Mark realised that both the handsome imperious captain and the young sexy sailor standing so close beside him wanted him and a shiver swept through him at the thought. He moved slightly and his hand touched and brushed against the sailor's hip, Bryce moved and pressed closer to encourage the soldier, Charles watching grinned at Bryce and said, "Bryce take the lad back to where he was and you can spend a little time settling his nerves."

Bryce snapped to attention and saluted Charles, "Yes sir, thank you sir."

Bryce turned as Mark saluted Charles smiled and said, "Thank you captain, I won't break the rules again sir."

Both lads marched away into the darkness while Charles swept the horizon with his powerful binoculars smiling to himself and wishing he could be with the two good looking lads, but duty called and they were on a dangerous mission. Bryce and Mark returned to the funnel where in the darkness they hugged and kissed passionately, tongues entwined as they ground their aroused cocks together. Hot hard flesh rubbed seductively while hands pulled on each other's tight buttocks. Both lads were enamoured at the feel of flexing muscle as their hands felt each other, Bryce moaned loudly enough to be heard over the exhaust sound issuing from the funnel above their heads, "Oh Mark you feel so incredible I want you desperately."

Mark slobbering on Bryce's tongue pulled back and kissed the sailor on the tip of his nose and said huskily, "Me too matey your body is fantastic and that bulge rubbing on mine is making me ooze big time."

Mark pushed Bryce to his knees and groped himself holding his erection in his hand showing the young seaman what he had for him; Bryce was salivating and licking his lips as he fumbled with the buttons of the soldier's fly. He undid the heavy pants and pulled the stiff meat from the underpants his eyes wide with desire at the sight of Mark's mighty meat, the 7 inches of pulsating prick throbbed in front of his eyes as he inhaled the musky scent of the young soldier's hot crotch. Mark grunted lustily, "Suck me matey suck my thick dick."

Bryce needed no invitation as he stretched open his jaws and angled his head to ingest the sweet meat, Mark pulled him by the ears onto his cock and Bryce swallowed the tasty tossle deep into his gullet. The commando arched forward grinding his pubes into Bryce's nose as the lad breathed in the musky aroma of a hot excited male. Mark force fucked the seaman's hot wet tonguing mouth his muscular body ramming back and forth twisting and grinding his prong deep into Bryce's stretched throat. Bryce gagging and grunting with lust sucked and licked the invader as he clutched the heaving tightly clenched buttocks.

Neither man noticed the arrival of a third figure, a dark shape moved closer behind the sex mad soldier, two hands came up and took his firm cool buttock caressing and fondling the sweet smooth muscles. Mark jerked impaling Bryce even deeper onto his wondrous wand as he reacted to the stranger's caresses. The unknown stranger squatted down and kissed each full arse cheek tenderly as Mark relaxed and moaned loudly from the double stimulation, the stranger pressed his warm lips to the heaving mounds of muscle and kissed each one then began licking the sweet smoothness seductively. A voice spoke, "Oh lad this arse of yours is to die for, I want to take you, fuck you till I explode up your insides like a 4inch shell."

Bryce heard the familiar voice and said, "Bradley? Is that you Bradley?"

A soft laugh sounded as Bradley chuckled then said, "Yes young Bryce it is I, the captain told me what was afoot and I thought maybe you two lads wouldn't mind me joining in."

Bryce laughed, "Hahaha Bradders of course your welcome to join us, what do you say Mark?"

Mark groaned, "No problems especially when your mate licks my arse as he is. Hey Bradders? Is that your name? You can join in for sure I love all sex my mates have taught me to enjoy it and I love it so much."

Bradley sighed saying, "Ooooh laddie those words make my day I want to take your tight firm young arse and root you stupid."

Mark groaned as Bryce licked his knob, "Aargh damn that's hot, yes oh yes take my arse its yours mate, go for it. Brycey stand up mate and turn around I want to fuck you silly while your mate does me at the same time."

Bryce rose to his feet dropping his daks to the deck and bent over stretching his cute arse cheeks open waggling his hips invitingly, Mark spat a globule of saliva into his hot crack and rubbed his cock up and down the furry crevice before pressing his pud against the tight tingling anus. Bryce pushed out and took the throbbing meat up his hot tunnel in one fell swoop making Mark groan deliciously, this spurred Bradley who was feeding on Mark's tight convulsing ring. His lips circled the outer edge as he sucked and prodded his wet tongue in and out of that heavenly hole. Mark Arched forward grinding into Bryce making him grit his teeth as Bradley relinquished the dripping pulsating pussy to stand grasping Mark's sharp hip bones as he pressed into his rectum, Mark moaned loudly head thrown back then as Bradley breached him he howled like a wolf, as his body took the old man's prick with pleasure.

Mark's hole swallowed the invader and his rectum tightened, inner muscles rippling on the fat prong caressing the cock like myriad fingers causing Bradley to shake and almost pass out as his old body revelled in the joy of ramming a tight young hole. Bryce felt Mark's mast pulse deep in his body as Bradley entered him, the sailor smiled dreamily as he pictured the three of them in his mind's eye; the young fit commando's smooth body trapped between Bradley's older body and his own youthful well-built body. Bryce pressed back then pulled forward relishing the riot in his rectum as the soldier's beautiful bone slid back and forth stretching and straining his gut.

The trio soon had a smooth slick action as their bodies adjusted to the task and all three were moaning and puffing with pleasure, Mark was first to erupt due to the double stimulation, he screamed as he erupted far up inside Bryce's bum, "Fuuuuuuck!"

His cock exploded; spurt after spurt battered the boy's innards causing Bryce to moan and tighten up as his own pud purged, cum spattered on the hot funnel sizzling from the heat as Bradley pushed home hard to fill Mark's tunnel with his own pent up pearly juices. All three clutched and clung to each other to maintain their balance on the moving deck as their knees weakened and rubbery struggled to hold them erect. Bradley's older organ wilted quickly and slipped sloppily from the flooded hole followed by a drool of cum which slid down onto Mark's quivering inner thigh, the commando whimpered at its withdrawal and his fingers dug into Bryce's hips painfully.

Bryce pushed back trying to keep the embedded erection in his sloppy full arse but Mark's tossle slowly shrank until no matter what the lads did it flopped wetly out of the stretched sphincter to sway glistening with juices on Mark's depleted nuts. Bradley dropped to his knees still puffing and took Mark's member in his moist mouth sucking the tart juices from the hot flesh. The three men sat together regaining their composure staring out into the sultry night, their reveries disturbed by the sound of the ship's engines speeding up, the funnels roared louder as the destroyer suddenly heeled over and changed course to starboard.

Out of the blackness a shape loomed, a huge deeper blackness in the dark night, flashes of white showed it was a ship of some sort a much larger vessel than the small swift destroyer. The destroyer had nearly been run down in the blackness, what was this new comer?

To be continued...
 

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Posted: 08/17/07