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

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Chapter 55
 

Charles lay beside Peter under the warm tropical sky with the soft grasses beneath their hot sweaty bodies, as they recuperated from their incredibly molten sex. Charles' arse still tingling from the masterful seeing to he'd experienced when the young Australian lieutenant had been offered the opportunity to perform something Charles didn't offer very often. Charles had been delighted by the sexy young blond stud's performance; his beautiful cock had stretched Charles and massaged every inch of his so sensitive and seldom used love passage. Charles emotions were overriding his common sense as he felt things stirring deep in his psyche; he was falling in love and rapidly. 

He turned his head looking lovingly at the fit lad beside him, admiring that superbly smooth but incredibly muscular young body glistening under the bright starlight. He reached across and lifted the fat but flaccid penis holding it in his fingers and gently manipulating it watching the long cowl slide back and forth over the sexy helmet. Peter stirred and sighed, "That feels great Charles and I'll be hard as if you keep it up."

Charles chuckled and replied, "So is that a bad thing you horny young stud?"

Down below the bluff where Charles and Peter lay stretched a white sand beach that ran for some distance until it terminated in a mangrove forest lining the sluggish tidal reaches of a small creek. On the beach two figures strolled in the night, Bryce and the gunnery officer had been celebrating their mission in one of the local pubs. The strong Aussie beer had made both more than a little tipsy and they decided to scarper off to find a place to be by themselves and make love together.

At the furthest end just before reaching the dark mangroves the two stopped and hugged swaying together in a deep French kiss, their eager tongues dancing and fencing together in a swirl of saliva. Their hot hard cocks ground against each other as they hugged tightly clasping each other's firm bums, heavy breathing hissed through their flared nostrils as the moved and twisted their faces moaning a duet. Their dark figures contrasted with the pristine white sand as the two men slowly dropped to their knees still entwined. Bryce twisted his body pulling Malcolm down on top of him as they continued hugging and kissing frantically.

The soft sand accepted their bodies like a firm mattress and the warmth accumulated from the day's hot sun warmed Bryce's back as he twisted about getting comfortable, his bum making a depression in the soft beach. Both guys were lost in a hazy world of bliss unhearing and unseeing of the world about them, they failed to see the shadowy figures moving towards them shuffling quietly through the soft sand.

The first either man knew was Malcolm being grabbed and torn from Bryce's surprised arms, a booted foot sank into Bryce's ribs driving the ait from his lungs as Malcolm was hit hard from both sides. Their shadowy attackers began beating the crap out of the two sailors; fists elbows and boots thudded painfully into the flesh and bones of the startled outnumbered pair. There were four dark figures pounding into them as Bryce cried out loudly when a boot connected with his crotch.

Above on the bluff Charles heard the commotion and leapt to his feet helping Peter to stand as they grabbed their uniforms and got dressed. The battering below continued but Bryce had somehow climbed to his feet, he and Malcolm were now trying to defend themselves as the initial fright and surprise was overcome, still taking a lot more than they could give they stood back to back flailing their fists at their attackers. Charles and peter looked for a way down the bluff, they found a sandy almost vertical land slip that ran from the side of the bluff and ended on the beach below, both men scrambled and scrabbled sliding down the steep slope to thump onto the beach near the brawl.

Charles recognised Bryce's voice even though the seaman was gasping for air and he knew it was Bryce and the gunnery officer being beaten up. He and Peter let out a bellow and charged the group, the four thugs realising the numbers were equalised tried to escape but retribution was upon them as Peter grabbed one thug and judo chopped his throat before grabbing him and tossing him to sand where he landed hard gurgling and choking for oxygen. Charles seized a second guy and with a fast one two knocked the bloke on his back unconscious. The two remaining bully boys turned and ran off into the night, Bryce fell to his knees on the sand blood streaming from his nose while Malcolm stood bent double hands on knees panting hard.

Charles concerned for his men asked if they were alright and if nothing was broken by the cowardly attack, both men panted that they were battered and bruised but apart from Bryce's bleeding nose and aching balls they weren't too badly hurt. Charles bent down and dragged the now semi conscious thug to his feet, peering at him in the starlight before saying, "I can see you are a soldier and as such you are under the King's R and R's I could hand you over to my friend here who is an army officer and you will be court martialled or you can apologise and take your groaning offsider away with you now. What is it to be?"

The befuddled thug decided flight was the lesser of the evils and he jumped to his feet and ran desperately off into the night leaving his injured mate still gasping on the sand. Peter expressed his disgust at his countrymen doing what they did but Charles said, "I think maybe my men may have been a little too involved in each other and let it be known they are homosexual, this would explain the four louts following them and getting stuck into them. I have cautioned the crew to be aware of their behaviour; of course there is always strong competition between Australians and us British due to the intense emotions aroused by the cricket tests we play against each other."

Peter nodded but said, "That is no excuse for what occurred Charles, violence against our allies must be addressed, I think this other thug here should be handed over to the military police."

Charles thought for a minute then replied, "The only thing about that is, if he's brought up on charges he will shout to the roof tops that my two men are homosexual deviants and their behaviour offended him greatly. We don't wish that splashed about even though by the time it is brought up we will be long gone."

Peter suddenly was struck by the thought that he would lose Charles in the near future; he was shattered at the thought of losing his first lover. A heavy sadness clutched his heart and his body seemed to slump, Charles noticed the effect his words created and he looked at the handsome young lieutenant. He put his arm around Peter's shoulder and asked, "What is wrong Peter you suddenly wilted, did my saying we'd soon be gone upset you?"

Peter choking up just nodded a tear trickled down his smooth cheek which Charles brushed away with his thumb as he took Peter's chin in his hand lifting his face up to look into his eyes. Charles gave him a soft kiss on the lips before continuing, "Peter you knew this couldn't last we are both under orders of our superiors, believe me it is very hard for me too to be parted from you."

Peter sobbed deep in his chest his whole body shook as he flung his powerful arms about Charles and cried, "Its just so unfair Charles; we have only just found each other and now we are to be ripped apart, is there no justice in this crazy world?"

Charles snuggled check to cheek as he hugged the distraught lad back, "Peter oh Peter, believe me I have found love with you too and I too don't wish to be parted from you but the world is at war and our lives are not under our control. I just pray when all this is over that somehow we can be together once again."

Bryce and Malcolm stood quietly listening to the powerful emotions pulsing between their captain and this young Australian soldier, their own eyes misting up as they felt the sadness of the moment. Both hugged and watched the drama unfolding in front of them, they had never seen their captain so emotional, he was usually so cool and efficient under stress. A whole new side of Charles was exposed to his two men as they stood hugging together.

The fourth bullyboy had regained his breathing and slunk off into the night thanking the Lord he had escaped being court marshalled. He avowed never to attempt to beat up a homosexual again as he limped away his sore throat a nasty reminder of the affray. He reached the town and went looking for his scum bag mates who'd run off leaving him there on his own, he located them in a bar commiserating with each other as their bruises bloomed purple. They looked up seeing him come into the smoke filled noisy room, he glared at them and they dropped their eyes as he approached. He arrived and glowering told them what he thought of them as gutless wonders they hung their heads but when he ran out of words they plonked a schooner of beer in front of him.

He took it and drank a large gulping draft, the icy cold beer swamped his taste buds and he forgave his useless yobbo mates for running away. Soon the four drunks were singing discordantly together as someone pounded the keys of the upright piano in the corner playing Kiss Me Goodnight Sergeant Major.

Back on the beach Bryce and Malcolm left Charles and Peter together as they sensed that the two men wanted to be alone, they walked along the firm sand beside the lapping water arm in arm towards the wharf in the distance while Charles and Peter sat together hugging and kissing passionately. As they neared the wharf the two men separated and Bryce dawdled skimming stones while Malcolm made his way back to Fox Hound, Bryce waited a few minutes then set off back to the ship cursing that he and the gunner had not been able to get off together thanks to the thugs arrival. He knew now that he was going to have a massive wank as soon as e could find a bit of privacy on the ship.

To be continued...
 

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Posted: 01/25/08