This story is a figment of my imagination, it has never happened as far as I know; any resemblance to anyone living or dead is purely coincidental. The story contains sex between men and if that isn't your cup of tea then don't read on, if you are under the age allowed to read adult fiction then you should leave. If you live in an area that prohibits your perusing said material then it is at your own risk you read this.
This small chapter is because I had to rewrite Chapter 2 after losing it on a floppy disc that reformatted by itself, or was it my stupidity I'm not sure which. I have had a few readers ask me who and where Richard came from so here is how he entered the tale, I'm sorry for the confusion I should read my chapters before posting them on Nifty shouldn't I?
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The Atlantic Express, Chapter 1a,
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I had met Henry the young actor in New York; we had been drinking in a bar where he began to chat with me. I found him exceedingly attractive and he had invited me for dinner, I expected a meal in a restaurant but with typical American hospitality he had taken me to his residence a magnificent apartment on the third floor of an old brownstone building.
Henry had prepared a truly mouthwatering meal, which to my rationing starved body was utterly superb, after the fine food and wine we had adjourned to the lounge room where we sat together on the large leather lounge. From there things had progressed till Henry led me to the bedroom, to drink our coffee, where we had become sexually entangled and had enjoyed each other's bodies again.
We lay there on the huge bed lying together on the smooth satin sheets our bodies satiated and our spirits wandering the halls of post coital bliss as we slowly regained our equilibrium. We lay there cuddling and gently kissing each other enjoying the closeness and warmth of our attraction, I at this stage of my life was virtually a virgin sexually. Henry had introduced me to the utter pleasure of male penetration in both ways and I had enjoyed acting the dominant role as well as the sub position when Henry had taken my cherry so enjoyably.
Our mutual bliss was destroyed by the ringing of the bell in the lobby announcing the arrival of a visitor, Henry looked at me and cursed under his breath he growled, " Who the devil is visiting at this hour? "
He slid off the bed and dressed quickly, pulling on his trousers and shirt, then making his way to the door while I dressed in the bedroom, I heard voices, Henry's sounding rather annoyed the other lighter in tone trying to lighten my host's mood. I had finished putting on my uniform so I walked out into the lounge room to see the new arrival; he was about my height very slim, young 17 or 18 with a pale heavily freckled complexion and flaming ginger hair. He turned in my direction and I was treated to an incredible smile, as he raised his eyebrows inquiringly, causing his emerald green eyes to sparkle in the lights.
Henry grumpily said, " Charles I'd like to introduce Richard, he is one of my closest friends and is in the theatre company with me. He is also a screaming homosexual so beware or he will attempt to drag you to his level."
I laughed, reaching out my hand and said, " Nice to meet you Richard, any friend of Henry's is a friend of mine."
I extended my hand and the lad gripped it with both of his and almost shook my arm off my shoulder, he pulled me closer and threw an arm around my neck and kissed me on the cheek saying, " Are you my new brother in law? I hope so Henry needs a cultured man in his life."
Henry began to giggle and said, " Let him go you sluttish young whore before I strangle you."
Richard rubbed his groin against mine and said, " Mmmm not only tall fair and good looking but exceptionally well hung into the bargain. You really are a lucky girl Henrica my sister, you always get the best studs."
Henry grabbed him dragging him away from me slapping him on the wrist and saying, " Let Charles go you foul young queer or I'll throw you out right now, behave yourself Dick."
Richard pouted petulantly then whined, " Oh you big bully you could have hurt my wrist then, I was only being friendly and welcoming Charlie to New York."
Henry laughed and said, " Well you don't have to do it so sensuously, just shake his hand and welcome him."
Richard giggled, " Ok I'll be a good boy Henrica, he's all yours unfortunately."
I walked across and sat on the lounge as the two friends sparred like a pair of prizefighters, Henry finally joined me and Richard sat on the other side his slim thigh pressed against mine as we chatted about their theatre and my job convoying ships across the wild ocean.