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

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Chapter 58
Kokoda Track, Pt 1
The Arrival.

After the night on the beach Peter returned to camp before daylight while Charles made his weary way back to Fox Hound, he had expended so much energy, sperm and emotion during their incredible night of sexual lust and love he felt he could sleep for a week. He tottered into the shower still wearing his shorts and began washing himself, he realised he wasn't naked and stopped to remove the garment dropping it on the floor of the shower and continued bathing. Bradley heard his captain enter and he immediately hurried to see if Charles was alright, he found him leaning tiredly against the shower cubical wall eyes closed with the water streaming down over his head and body.

Bradley could see Charles was worn out and he smiled to himself thinking it was so unusual for his friend to be in this state, it must have been a very hectic night. He stood there holding a fresh towel waiting for Charles to finish and after a couple of minutes Charles opened his bloodshot eyes and peered through the water to see Bradley waiting patiently. He shook his head to clear it and turned off the water as he croaked, "Good morning Bradders, thanks for the towel old friend I'm completely cream crackered."

Bradley smiled indulgently at Charles and began to dry him like a little boy, patting and rubbing the towel over Charles big muscular frame, Charles stood there swaying, eyes closed and humming softly to himself as Bradley worked his magic. Bradley dried his torso then knelt and dried his legs before drying Charles crotch and genitals, tired as he was Charles cock stirred under the gentle ministrations and it soon was hard and standing up at 45 degrees. Bradley smiled up at his commanding officer and then he bent close and kissed the purple smooth knob, something he hadn't done in many years, Charles opened his eyes and looked down then ruffled Bradley's white hair saying, "Those lips are still as soft as I remember old friend but now let me get off to my bunk I need some sleep."

Bradley finished drying Charles off then Charles walked to his bunk and collapsed on the sheet as Bradley adjusted the small fan mounted on the bulkhead above the bunk so it gently caressed Charles body with a soft movement of air. The steward looked at his naked captain sleeping blissfully and smiled indulgently down on Charles as he patted his captain's muscular buttocks before leaving Charles to his dreams. Peter too was catching a few z's before he was required to put in an appearance on the parade ground for callisthenics with his men. The raucous bugle played reveille and dragged him reluctantly from his delicious dreams of enjoying sex with Charles, Peter opened his eyes reluctantly and looked down his fit muscular torso to see his towering erection pointing to the tent's ridgepole, the mesh bed springs squeaked protestingly as he began a fast stroking his bone to empty his big smooth balls. His muscles ridged up as he tensed gasping his pleasure as his nuts tingled then released his delicious dick juice, it spurted fountain like up into the still hot air before spattering back over his bulging abs and pecs.

Pressure released Peter felt it was time to get showered but he ate his sweet sperm before grabbing his kit and towel and loped off to the ablution area his nude body on display for all to see. His fellow officers watched the studly young lieutenant as he jogged to the showers his impressive package jiggling erotically as he moved, they all admired his superb physique some jealously, some admiringly and a couple salaciously. These latter two desired to get it on with Peter but other than a few mutual circle jerks during their training nothing further had developed, much to their chagrin. Peter showered and dried off before bouncing back to his tent and dressing ready to go on parade.

The commanding officer called the parade to attention then stood the men at ease as he began informing the assembly of the impending move and then he went into details about the requirements and which ships they would be detailed to travel on. Peter listened avidly and was over the moon to hear his company plus the battalion's supplies would be shipping out on Fox Hound while the other two companies were to travel on the HMAS Stuart. He had dropped hints to the C.O. about desiring to be on Fox Hound as he told the colonel he had met the captain at the officers' club and they had become friends, the colonel was unconcerned and decided it would be ok.

Their departure was to be in 48 hours, which meant that much had to be organised in the short time available, stores and equipment had to be issued and everything checked and double-checked to ensure they had everything needed for the upcoming conflict with the Japanese forces. The battalion was brought to attention and dismissed after the officers were ordered to stand fast for a meeting to discuss the requirements of the battalion. The colonel moved the group to the mess tent where they took chairs to listen to what the colonel wanted to discuss. During the meeting Peter found himself seated between the two other officers he'd indulged with in the circle jerk, both men's knees pressed against his and Peter felt hemmed in and very uncomfortable by their actions. He daren't do anything to draw the senior officers' attention so he sat there immobile and tried to ignore their actions, this didn't work because the two men were eager to go further and soon a hand was on each of his knees as the men began stroking his smooth tensed thigh muscles.

Peter squirmed in his seat he reached down and tugged the invasive hands off his legs muttering, "Stop it."

The two men sat back feeling miffed and rejected, one a captain thought his senior rank would pressure the sexy young lieutenant into being open to their advances, he frowned at the young man's rejection but was unable to voice his displeasure as the colonel was now speaking to the group. The assembled officers listened carefully to the dissertation jotting down pertinent notes as their tasks were designated. The meeting progressed until all questions and answers had been heard the colonel then dismissed the group and left the tent.

The men were excitedly discussing the upcoming mission and the captain and his sidekick a junior second lieutenant moved about Peter isolating him between them. Peter was annoyed but didn't want to create a fuss drawing attention to what was going on, luckily the lieutenant in charge of B company walked across and began talking to the trio, Peter breathed a sigh of relief and the two walked away leaving the frustrated captain and second lieutenant fuming behind them as they left the tent. Outside Peter stood chatting to his fellow platoon commander about what equipment they needed as they compared notes in the hot tropical sun.

Back on Fox Hound Charles stirred opening his eyes, and staring at the deck head above the bunk, he stretched like a leopard and yawned widely before scratching his muggy balls. Bradley appeared in the cabin bearing a tray of food for Charles' brunch, the naked captain swung his long legs off the bunk and sat there rubbing his unshaven face while his erection rubbed against his flat muscular abdomen. Bradley looked at the towering tool and smiled saying, "Are you glad to see me Charles?"

Charles gurgled and replied, "You know I'm always glad to see you Bradders."

Bradley chortled happily and placed the food on Charles desk then pulled out the chair as Charles strolled across his erection wagging like a Labrador's tail above his furry nut sack. Charles sat down as Bradley moved the chair under him and he began to eat the plentiful food, Charles was amazed at the bountiful food available in Australia after the meagre supplies in England and other areas he'd served in with the exception of Ceylon food had been rationed or in short supply. The fresh produce here was mouth wateringly delicious, especially the beef, fruit and vegetables; the crew were revelling in the food the galley was providing them while here in port. Moral was at a high level amazingly after the trauma of their last mission, it was incredible what good food could achieve.

There was a knock at Charles' cabin door and he called out for the visitor to enter, it was Bryce bearing a flimsy from the commando's commanding officer requesting a meeting with both ships' commanders, stating he would send a jeep to pick them up in two hours. Bryce stood beside the table his eyes locked on Charles' still semi hard cock, Charles glanced at the young seaman's shorts and saw he was aroused and bulging. He looked up at Bryce and chuckled saying, "Hehehe, you had better attend to that display before you return to the bridge Bryce."

Bryce nodded red faced as Charles slapped his pert round buttocks sending him on his way; Charles finished his meal and went to shower he had a fast and necessary wank before washing then dried off and dressed in his no 1 uniform to go ashore for his meeting with the colonel. The freshly pressed white uniform with the glittering gold braid and the scrambled eggs on his cap gleaming against the shiny black peak, Charles looked incredibly handsome as he strode onto the bridge to await the arrival of the transport. He saw commander Samuel on the bridge of HMAS Stuart also waiting and he called across inviting him to come aboard for a quick whisky before the jeep arrived. The Australian officer waved back and disappeared from view reappearing on deck as he hurried to join Charles.

Charles met him at the brow and they retired to Charles cabin where Bradley appeared carrying the whisky decanter and two glasses and a jug of water and some ice cubes, the two men sat chatting about the forth coming mission as they sipped their whiskies. The jeep arrived and they left the Fox Hound and set off up into the jungle heading to the training base. The jeep ground up the long steep hill bouncing about on its springs as the driver fought to control it over the rough track, it finally reached the barbed wire entanglement bordering the base and stopped at the sentry box before entering as the guards checked the identities of the passengers. They were waved through and driven to the headquarters building a weatherboard structure perched on tall timber supports with a wide veranda surrounding the building.

The colonel was seated on the veranda with his second in command awaiting the two mariners, Charles and Samuel climbed from the jeep and mounted the stairs as the two army officers stood and held out their hands. After shaking hands and exchanging names the four men began lengthy discussions about what they needed to know, how much gear and how many men would be making the voyage. After a couple of hours everybody sat back feeling they had sorted out the logistics of the embarkation and the division of the unit between the two destroyers, things would be a squeeze but everything should go according to plan. The colonel invited the two naval officers to dinner before they returned to Cairns and Charles and Samuel accepted and thanked him for his hospitality.

The meal was great, the kitchen had produced a succulent roast of pork with delicious crisp crackling along with sweet potatoes, peas beans and pumpkin followed by a cold desert of raspberry jelly with sliced peaches embedded in the jelly and ice cream. The food was delicious and the men ate hungrily, after the meal cigars and brandy balloons were handed around as the rest of the unit's officers joined them in the large lounge area of the headquarters building. Charles was overjoyed to see Peter appear and they immediately moved together and began chatting while the captain and his young mate glowered from the edge of the group.

Peter whispered to Charles about the two lechers who were trying to get him to join their sex games and he confessed he had joined them a while back in a circle jerk but had done nothing since. Charles told him not to worry about them as the movement to New Guinea would separate him from them as the head quarters unit was flying up in a Dakota aircraft also called a gooney bird which made them chuckle together. The headquarters unit would be there before the main body so they could organise things for the unit's arrival by sea.

Charles and Peter moved outside onto the veranda where they stood close together arms touching and locked fingers, Peter whispered that he loved Charles and Charles told him he loved him back. They dared not do anything else as they could be joined at any moment plus the troops were out and about the camp. Peter told Charles he dearly wanted to spend some more time together but due to their imminent departure all leave was cancelled and the camp was under a tight security wrap. Charles too would have given his right arm to be able to make love to Peter but knew they were separated until his company boarded the Fox Hound. The get together came to an end with Charles and Samuel being ferried back to the pier in the jeep once again.

The day of departure arrived and Charles stood leaning on the wind break of the bridge wing watching the troops unloading and carrying their equipment and stores on board the Fox Hound while the buffer and No1 supervised the stowage and tying down of the numerous crates. Great care was taken with the ammunition boxes and other explosive goods, by the time all the trucks were empty the men were sweating profusely in the humid heat as they worked wearing just their baggy khaki Bombay bloomer shorts, socks, gaiters and boots.

Charles was enjoying watching the fit young men's muscles straining as they laboured hard, Peter was in amongst his men working alongside them something the other officers frowned upon but it endeared him to his men and built their respect for him immensely. By the time the loading was completed the men of companies B and C had grabbed their gear and headed off to the Stuart, which lay alongside opposite Fox Hound, a faint haze issuing from her funnels as her boilers were flashed up. Company A filed on board clutching their rifles and equipment and some filed below while others stood on deck watching the preparations for getting underway. The lines were singled up and the deck began throbbing as the engines were run up, the forward line was left attached as Charles swung her stern out away from the pier then as he stopped engines the line slackened and was quickly retrieved as Fox Hound swung her bows and slowly steamed away followed by Stuart.

The trip North was mostly uneventful except for Charles and Peter getting together in Charles cabin at every opportunity, they enjoyed each other both taking turns accepting the other's love, every morning and evening they spent an hour or so wrapped in each others' arms making incredible love together. During the days and nights Peter was with his men only at breakfast and dinner would he leave them and join Charles in his cabin. Charles of course was on the bridge or sleeping in between their molten trysts, the morning dawned when the cloud-capped Owen Stanley Range was visible ahead on the horizon. The voyage was nearly completed and peter was unable to be with Charles for their final morning, as he was needed to get his platoon organised for the arrival in Port Moresby.


Fox Hound & Stuart arrived in the harbour at Port Moresby and navigated their way through the sunken rusting weed coated wrecks of vessels sunk by the continuing raids of the Japanese air force. They studied the mouldering hulks with their exposed warped superstructures blackened by the intense fires that had raged after being bombed. The crew and commandoes studied the dead vessels thinking of the terror and pain of the men who crewed them as they were burning before being sent to the bottom. The voyage up had been fast and uneventful both destroyers making good time from Cairns and now they approached the damaged wharves to berth and discharge their precious cargo of men and equipment.

Charles felt the parting with his sweet young lieutenant Peter heavy in his heart, he had fallen deeply in love with the beautiful lad who had made his life so much more special in so many ways, now he was disembarking and heading up into those forbidding mountains to risk life and limb fighting a fanatical enemy trying to push their way through to capture the port to enable their continued attack on Australia. The enemy were high flush with all the successes of their military campaigns and saw no problem overpowering the young inexperienced 'chocolate' soldiers who were blocking their path.

The Australian government at the time were extremely worried about the possible invasion of Australia and decided to only send untested poorly trained CMF soldiers (Citizen Military Forces). These were civilians unfit for military service and conscripts hastily drafted and hurriedly trained then packed off to try to slow or halt the victorious enemy, untested and totally unprepared they were thrown into battle with the very experienced, better armed and supported Japanese. Although they were like Koalas, protected by law from being sent overseas the Government got around the law as New Guinea was mandated territory under Australia's control. They not only had to contend with the weather and terrain but with strafing from above, heavy bombardment from the artillery and cunningly concealed snipers.

The terrain was formidable the Owen Stanleys were steep rugged and cloaked in thick steaming jungle, the track turned to a quagmire daily as the afternoon rains inundated the mountains, their wretched bodies and uniforms were wet from irritating sweat during the day shivered with cold after the rains and night set in. These lads were under equipped and mostly under 20years of age yet they fought under atrocious conditions against the very experienced jungle-fighting enemy.

They were shipped to Port Moresby and sent straight into action up the Kokoda Track the only means of crossing the towering mountains; they humped their heavy packs on their backs assisted by the native Papuans, called affectionately the Fuzzy Wuzzy Angels, these natives acted as bearers shifting supplies up behind the troops and assisting wounded Australians back down to the hospital in Port Moresby; without the assistance of these wonderful people who knows what might have happened to the sorely pressed troops. Finally after some successes the government decided to send the newly trained commando unit to the area while still keeping the front line forces based in the Northern Territory in case of invasion.

The commando unit were soon to disembark and Charles desperate, had Peter visit him in his cabin before they left the ship, Charles lay on his bunk naked and pulled the handsome super fit young soldier to him guiding his steel stiff sword into his hot fleshy scabbard. Peter thrust and parried filling Charles back passage stretching him in a fit of incredible sex, his long thick pud pounded and prodded Charles who writhed on the bed moaning his pleasure at his lover's skill and fervour. Peter rooted Charles as if it was to be his last ever and Charles responded by using his arse muscles to clench tight on the sliding schlong increasing both their pleasures. Time was limited and Peter knew he had to cum and soon, Charles head was rolling on the pillow, his face showing his lust and delight as the lieutenant thrust hard and fast, deep but with a twisting grind as he bottomed out. Peter tossed his head back tensed and ground into Charles arse as his cock erupted violently, cum gushed in a torrent from his throbbing boner, spurting with force up into Charles quivering guts, the climax brought Charles over the precipice and his cannon fusilladed sperm up between their sweat soaked bellies.

Their brief time soon ran out and Peter was needed on deck, both men jumped under the shower and quickly washed each other then they kissed passionately after dressing and said that they loved each other before Peter tore himself away from Charles and hurried on deck with tears in his eyes. Charles hurried to the bridge and watched as the stores were unloaded and the commandos marched away, Peter looked back and waved a sad farewell as Charles did the same, he stood watching his lover till they disappeared behind a bomb damaged warehouse.

To be continued...
 

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Posted: 02/15/08