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

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Chapter 37

HMS Fox Hound is lying alongside in the harbour in Alexandria, her damage from the narrow escape with the Italian Battleship necessitates her waiting for repairs, she is way down the list of ships waiting as other heavier more important vessels are being repaired before her. This gives the crew a welcome break from the continual and dangerous escort duties, Charles gave the starboard watch 3 days leave and the men cheered before racing to get cleaned up and into shore going rig. The gunner was going ashore as was Bryce and Charles wondered just where the two lads were going to spend their time, the gunner having been seduced by Charles was now well and truly thinking of male sex. Those going ashore fell in for inspection as the duty officer inspected their uniforms and read the riot act to them telling them to behave as representatives of His Majesties Navy.

Inspection over the seamen and the gunner walked down the brow onto the wharf and headed for the dockyard gates where the sentries passed the sailors through after checking their papers, Bryce followed along behind the young lieutenant admiring his slim lithe form in his white summer uniform, watching the officer's tight muscular arse. The milling seaman blocked the footpath and spilled onto the road as they attempted to engage gharries to make their way into the sun shimmering bustling city. The two men finally climbed into respective vehicles and the overworked horses were whipped into motion and the carriages jerked into motion clippy clopping over the cobble-stoned road. They left the wharf area with its whare houses and grimy streets and drove into the city proper watching the passing kaleidoscope of oriental wonder that was Alexandria. The strange buildings and minarets, the burnoose clad natives and their sultry but fully covered women thronging the streets.

The drivers pulled up near the central square and the seamen paid the fares after much haggling and cursing, they dismounted and stood amidst the bustling throng. Bryce and Malcolm stood separately bewildered by the hubbub and strange aromas of the Asiatic city, young Arab lads approached them with sleazy pictures of naked or nearly naked women trying to sell them to them, others approached with offers of spending time with beautiful girls, it didn't take long for these shrewd youngsters to realise the officer and the good looking sailor were not into sex with females so they changed their tack and began whispering lude offers of spending time with boys.

Bryce was excited with all the intriguing sights and the dark haired swarthy youths milling about with their continuous offers of sex, Lieutenant Douglas was confused by the pressure being exerted his sex drive diminished markedly by the nervous tension created by the jabbering crowd of Egyptian youths. Bryce eventually nodded agreement to an offer and was whisked away, the officer seeing the young seaman leave became worried being alone amongst the harassing lads, he quickly agreed and was soon following Bryce towards an alleyway between the mud brick buildings.

Both Englishmen were escorted to a building where the escorting lads knocked n the door, it was opened and the nervous sailors entered into a large room where strange aromas filled the air as incense was burnt adding to the atmosphere. The lounges around the walls were filled with young men of indeterminate ages, their smooth swarthy bodies glistening and obviously oiled to display their utterly magnificent bare torsos, their loins covered by skimpy cloths the material draped seductively over their hidden genitals.

The Arab master greeted the two Englishmen rubbing his hands together and bowing greasily his hawk like features and beard made Bryce think of Fagan from Oliver Twist. The man was a total slime but he offered both men a drink of local beer, they took the proffered glasses and sipped the heavy ale as some of the lads began cranking an old fashioned phonograph and it began filling the room with weird foreign music. The lads began to dance, their shimmering almost naked bodies cavorting about the room their movements simulating those of the female belly dancers. The muscle control of their so slim sexy abdomens was incredibly erotic, their swaying belly buttons moving hypnotically.

Bryce was seated on a lounge between two lads who were caressing his thighs gradually moving their soft hands up closer and closer to his tight bulging crotch in his white bell bottomed trousers, while Malcolm was reclining his head resting on one lad's lap while a second knelt between his spread thighs stroking his bare knees and sliding up under the loose fitting legs of his white shorts. The strong beer seemed to have quickly subdued their qualms as they had silly grins on their faces as if drunk. The two dancers were now close together arms about each other as they continued slow dancing and grinding their now fully aroused cocks together, their slim muscled buttocks exposed and heavily dimpled as they moved erotically.

Bryce was giggling stupidly as the boys groped him then began undoing the flap of his pants as he leaned back allowing them easy access, his man hood was tugged out followed by his full fuzzy balls as he moaned in a haze of sexual pleasure humping his hips up encouraging the boys to strip the tight trousers down his smooth legs. Malcolm watched with glazed eyes as his head spun like a top he ogled Bryce's white flesh contrasting with the dark Arabic complexions of the two lads stripping him. Malcolm's penis was hard and dripping in his underwear as he watched Bryce's smooth young body appearing before his eyes, the two lads stripping him slowly but oh so sexily as they stroked and licked the young seaman's bare flesh.

Malcolm felt a warm wet mouth swallow his overheated hard marlinspike, he gasped and tore his blurry eyes from the trio on the other couch as he focused his eyes on the swarthy lad with his bone buried deep in his caressing throat. The gunner groaned deep in his chest as he squirmed and humped his hips upwards pressing his pubes against the young Arab's stretched lips and nose, the lad just grunted and gobbled on his long slender meat. Malcolm humped again and again the arched up as the second lad drove a spit-wet finger into his tightly clenched anus.

The lad's finger roved about rubbing at his throbbing rectum massaging the silky crimson inner lining of his tunnel until it encountered his excited swollen nut, the feeling as that digit massaged his gland drove Malcolm higher arching right up off the couch as the boy sucking him off began massaged his full throbbing nuts. A shout of delirious lust drew everyone's attention to the tableaux as the gunner's balls tightened and drew up forcing sperm to gush up his pulsing urethra to spurt out flooding the young Arab's mouth and gushing like a river down his gulping gullet.

The lads continued pleasuring the young handsome officer until he was drained and whimpering for rest, the lads slowly withdrew from his quivering body as they looked at their master who slavered an d drooled at the show, the man nodded and turned his attention to the second group where Bryce was stripped totally with one lad reaming his hot tight arse his dark mahogany prick sliding in and out of those alabaster white mounds that were the young sailor's arse, Bryce was writhing about on the couch pushing his hungry hole onto the steely cock of the youth while his companion sucked hungrily on Bryce's boner. The dual stimulation on his hot randy young body soon had the totally horny seaman moaning feverishly as he surrendered to the lads' sexual molestation. His watched through blurred feverish eyes his hard pink bone being eaten by the swarthy slim young lad as the boy sucked and bobbed up and down his agile tongue swabbing and teasing his excited knob.

Bryce tightened his muscles trying to ease the desire to explode and succeeded in holding off as he loved what the lads were doing to his body, light fingers caressed his naked body, pinching and rolling his hard nipples feeling his abs and tickling around his belly button, the lad fucking his arse was holding tight to his slim waist fingers digging into his sides as he hammered his tool in and out of Bryce's hungry hole. Time and again Bryce was brought close to the edge then allowed to drift back before the two reworked him and he was dragged quivering to the pinnacle.

Bryce was moaning to cum his balls screamed and ached abominably while his tight arse hole was becoming sorer and beginning to burn like fire, he wanted the youth to cum and quench the conflagration that seared his tight overworked sphincter. He begged the boys, "Cum in me, flood me and let me ejaculate too. Ooh fuck! I'm on fire please oh please let me cum."

The lads took pity on him and he felt the youth's cock swell deep up his rectum as the boy ground against his aching arse hole his punes tickling his hot cheeks as the lad pressed into him to pump his sweet teen sperm as far up the sailor's hot arse as he could, this triggered Bryce who's tool spat rope after thick white rope into the gullet of the lad sucking on his pole. The lad coughed at the sudden and forceful spurting cum oozed from his nostrils as Bryce filled his moist warm mouth to the max. The lads drained him totally then Bryce grasped the oral expert's head and brought his face to his own and kissed the boy, tasting his juice on the lad's tongue then he licked the sperm from where it had oozed from the boy's nostrils. The three lay crushed together on the couch as they hugged and kissed.

The master approached and handed out warm towels to clean up their sweaty bodies and then he went away returning with more of the strong local beer handing a bottle to each Englishman. The lads got up and left the room while Malcolm and Bryce drank their beer and recovered their equilibrium. As they drank that strange feeling of lethargy returned their eyes blurred again and their heads spun making them feel ill, they gulped down the beer thirst driving them on and when they finished the empty bottles slipped from their fingers to clunk and roll on the floor. Both Englishmen lay in a stupor on the divans, their naked bodies stark white under the lighting against the ornate crimson brocade of the lounges.

The master picked up their uniforms searching for their wallets and finding them quickly removed the money therein and also their passes for the dockyard. He moved to the old fashioned telephone mounted on the wall and cranked the handle to alert the exchange, he was answered and he asked for a number, the connection made he jabbered into the mouthpiece in Arabic. The call finished he hung up the phone and called to the boys who scampered back and stood awaiting their instructions, the man told the lads to carry the two drugged sailors up stairs where they were to be locked away.

The lads each grasping a limb lifted Malcolm up and struggled away up the stairs to the floor above where the locked him in a room and returned carrying Bryce up and locking him in with the unconscious officer leaving them both naked on the bed but not before having a little more sexy fun with the unconscious men. They put them in the 69 position and opened their mouths stuffing each other's cocks and balls into their mouths. The lads returned downstairs after locking the door, their master told them to go to the kitchen and eat while preparing food for him and a guest soon to arrive.

The lads went to the kitchen and began preparing refreshments while grabbing a quick feed for themselves, the finger food was ready when they heard the doorbell chime. Voices in the other room two speaking English but with an accent, the master clapped his hands and the boys carried in the steaming Arabic coffee pot and the food placing them on the low tables where the master sat cross legged on cushions and his guests sat on two chairs. The master dismissed the lads who left the room as the men drank coffee and nibbled on the sweetmeats and small sandwiches.

The two visitors asked to see the uniforms and papers of the two unconscious seamen, they stripped off their civilian clothes and tried the uniforms on for size, not perfect fits but passable and the men discussed what was to be done. They were going to enter the docks and leave explosive devices on naval vessels if possible and in some of the storage sheds before leaving once again. The Arab master asked if they thought they could do this dangerous mission and both men replied it was for the Fuhrer and the Fatherland as they snapped to attention clicking their heels and flinging their arms up in the Nazi salute. They were confident that the British were confident that here in Alexandria they were safe from attack, the brothel master who was also a master spy for the Third Reich wished the two men well and they left the brothel heading for where their explosives were hidden.

Bryce slowly regained consciousness lying on the bed in the windowless room upstairs, he was pinned under the gunner's inert body and he struggled to push the man off him. He felt dizzy and weak from the drugs in the beers they had drunk, he edged out from under the still unconscious naked officer and rolled onto his side looking about the room with blurred eyes. He realised the room was windowless but saw the door across from the bed, he slid off the bed trying to stand on his rubbery legs but fell to the floor, he crawled across the carpet to the door reaching up for the ornate brass handle. He turned it to no avail the door was locked and unyielding, he sat leaning against the door feeling the hard wood on his bare back as he tried to remember where they were and what had occurred to leave them naked and incarcerated.

His befuddled brain couldn't remember anything so he crawled back and pulled himself back up onto the bed the exertion tired him and fell into a drugged slumber once again. The sound whispers outside the room then the sound of the lock opening didn't awaken him as two lads entered and the door was relocked from the outside once again, the two naked but erect boys approached the bed eyes roaming over the two naked sailors enjoying the sight of their pale white skin. The two lads walked to the bed one on each side and reached out to feel the men's flaccid warm cocks.

They smiled at each other and whispered in Arabic, "What nice big cocks these Britishers have, its no wonder the others enjoyed sex with them now we can play with them too."

The two boys knelt on the floor and began stimulating the floppy tools, they wanked and rubbed them then as a little firmness began to show they took the semi hard dicks into their sweet young mouths and began sucking and licking eagerly. Both men's poles erected and stood hard as the lads climbed up onto the bed and impaled themselves on the turgid tools, they rode like cowboys up and down sliding their tight rubbery rings on the now throbbing hard ons as they enjoyed themselves, both Englishmen although still out to it were zooming towards heavy climaxes as the hot slick arses rammed up and down on their hard meats. In unison both Malcolm and Bryce stiffened their breathing laboured as their balls emptied in volcanic eruptions of hot male larva filing the two lads arses and drooling down their shafts onto their sweaty pubes and nuts.

Meanwhile the two disguised Nazi infiltrators approached the guarded entry gates into the dockyards, the sentries on duty glanced at the officer and seaman, both carrying suit cases as they approached then cursorily examined their passes and allowed them to enter without worrying about what they were carrying. The two men hurried on until they were in the midst of the wharves where they looked about them for likely worthwhile targets, they saw a heavy cruiser moored close by and moved in her direction. The ship was in the process of being painted after repairs had been made to her hull and a painter's plank was suspended own her side, all was quiet around her so the men climbed onto the plank and using the ropes lowered it nearly to the water level where they attached a heavy timed charge to the hull before pulling themselves back up to the dock level, they hurried on and set several more charges in warehouses close by filled with stores and munitions.

The final charges were being placed in another warehouse when the two saboteurs were forced to hide from a roving patrol amongst the crates of supplies, as the naval patrol moved on they crept from their hiding places after setting the final incendiaries devices amongst the wooden crates. The two men immediately made their way back to the main gates where they again presented the stolen passes and were passed through. They hurried away from the wharf area to be well clear before their devices exploded.

To be continued...
 

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Posted: 08/17/07