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The Atlantic Express, Final Chapter, by justjames17.
Charles was ensconced in the military hospital after being wounded and losing his second destroyer, his wound soon healed but some damage had been done to his nervous system causing his left led to drag and making him limp. He was champing at the bit to get out and go home to where Bradley, his steward, was awaiting his arrival after preparing the old manor house for his arrival. Charles was seated in the sunlight outside in the garden reading the war news when he felt a hand touch his shoulder. He turned his head to see Tom Wilson standing there on crutches grinning at him. Tom saluted his ex Captain and said, "How are you sir? Long time no see."
Charles stood up winced from the sudden movement as he wobbled on the uncertain leg then hugged his friend who he'd last seen in hospital before the commissioning of the HMS Berber. Tom was a friend and sexual companion even though he was only an Able Seaman on the old Spring Thorpe, Charles was overjoyed to see him again and they sat together while Charles told him of the loss of the Berber. Tom listened sadly hearing of the attack and the huge loss of life then decided to brighten the mood by telling Charles that he'd heard from his lover, Richard in America.
He had written to Tom telling him that his friend and Charles' lover Richard was being shipped across to England with the troops to prepare for the invasion of Europe. Charles grinned happy to hear that both the young Yanks were alive and well and wondered if he would get any mail from Richard when he arrived. Tom then told Charles he was on extended leave due to his injuries which were extensive after the bomb had blown the hotel up with him in it, he had multiple fractures in both legs and they were still encased in plaster.
Charles then asked Tom if he could come down and stay with him at the manor, he wondered if Tom could get away or was he forced to stay in London where the doctors could keep an eye on him. Tom said that he was free to go with him as long as he kept in touch with the hospital and came up to the city for regular check ups. Charles was overjoyed and told Tom that Bradley was waiting for him to be discharged as he had gone there when they had arrived back from the disaster. They left the garden together after Charles told Tom about young Martin Bryce his protege on the Berber who he'd introduced to sex and was recuperating from his wounds in the same hospital. They walked Charles using his walking sticks, Tom hobbling on his crutches, to the ward where Bryce reposed propped up on starched white pillows looking wistfully out the window. Tom saw the blonde tousled headed young sailor and he turned to Charles saying, "My God sir, you certainly can pick them, he is like an angel what a stunning lad."
Charles smiled and Bryce turned at the sound of Tom's voice saw his captain approaching and broke into a beaming smile, Charles smiled back and introduced Tom to the younger lad. Charles sat in a chair while Tom parked his arse on the edge of the bed stretching out his injured legs and resting his crutches on the edge of the bed. They chatted for some time about their hospital experiences and Charles told Bryce he was going to be released the next week. The lad looked sad at the news but Charles told him that as soon as he was discharged he was to come down to the manor house to finish his recuperation. Bryce perked up at this news and Charles took his hand in his own holding it and gently squeezing it.
Tom's hand was resting on the boy's thigh and he could see the mound of the teen's cock growing rapidly under the sheet, they were on their own in the ward and Tom couldn't resist rubbing the palm of his hand across the pulsing penis. Bryce blushed crimson and looked at Charles to see his commanding officer smiling his approval. Tom was pleasantly surprised at the size of the lad's appendage and commented to the embarrassed young man how nice his package felt. Charles reached out his hand and brushed the hair from Bryce's forehead then he pulled himself up and stood bending across to kiss Bryce on his lips, he told the boy that he and Tom had to leave but they would all get together as soon as possible at the manor house.
They left the ward and Charles escorted Tom to the front entrance where they hugged warmly and said farewell, Charles watched Tom hobble off on his crutches and thought back to their past pleasures in the United States, South America, and on board the old Spring Thorpe. They had been through so much together and Charles loved Tom like a younger brother, he watched Tom disappear amongst the crowd and turned back through the entrance of the Hospital. His side ached a little from all the movement and he decided to lie down and rest until the next meal arrived.
Charles lay on his bed and reminisced on his life since joining the Navy and soon fell asleep dreaming of Henry in America, Henry was in theatre and being young and exceptionally talented he had been a great success in theatrical circles. Charles fondly remembered his visits to New York and the hospitality and incredible sex he had enjoyed with Henry while waiting to convoy back the steamers loaded with military supplies. The rest of the day passed swiftly as Charles body recovered from the earlier stress he'd put on it and by evening he felt as good as gold and his mind again returned to his discharge so he could travel down to his home in beautiful countryside away from the noise and stress of the bustling city.
Charles' night was filled with dreams of sex, he thought of the young German seaman on the Graf Spee who had been eager and willing to participate in sex with both he and Tom. The blonde lad had been terrified of his peers finding out his sexual proclivity but had been an incredibly sensual partner taking cock from both ends as well as giving as well as he received. The lad had been so repressed that he exploded when given the chance to participate with his prisoners. Charles felt sad once again as he remembered the lad had died in the naval battle off the River Platte, a beautiful young life cut off in its prime.
Morning disturbed his dreams as the nurses began clattering about the ward dispensing medicine to various patients and Charles sat up watching their progress. He looked across at the bed opposite to his, the poor lad had been brought in during the night while Charles was asleep, he was a pilot who had been shot down over the Channel. His Spitfire had caught fire after a dog fight with a German fighter and the boy had been trapped in the cockpit as the plan dived towards the water. He had finally escaped the burning plane to parachute down splashing into the cold water, his body terribly scorched and burnt by the flames he was lucky to inflate his dinghy and crawl into it before collapsing unconscious.
A patrol launch had seen his plight and motored quickly to his position rescuing him and carefully lifting his nearly naked body on board had raced at full speed back to base and transferred him to an ambulance. The lad was in terrible shape with terrible birns to 6o% of his body, legs arms face and torso charred, the skin peeling from the superating flesh as the hospital staff treated him. Charles looked at the pitiable ight the boy was swathed in bandages only his nostrils and eyes visible. He was dosed heavily with morphine to ease his pain but still his laboured breathing and moans echoed across to Charles as he lay there pitying the lad. The nurse came to Charles and asked him how he felt and he told her he was fine and asked about the young pilot opposite, she told him his story and whispered that the doctors doubted he would survive the day as his lungs had been seared when he'd inhaled the flames when his oxygen cylinder had exploded in the fire.
Charles felt the tears forming in his eyes on hearing this sad news and he said a few prayers asking the Lord to make his passing easy and that he be taken into God's protection. Breakfast was brought in but Charles after hearing about the pilot couldn't face eating and told the girl to take it away, he got out of bed and walked across to the pilot and sat next to his bed talking softly to the unconscious lad. He could smell the sickening aroma of cooked flesh even through the bandages as he sat there communicating to the boy, he didn't know if he could hear him but he felt comfort attempting it.
Lunch arrived and Charles hunger got the better of him so he left the lad's bed and returned to his and ate the food, whilst eating he kept glancing back across the ward to the lad's bed, He watched the laboured breathing as the boy's chest rose and fell slowly, suddenly the boy gasped raggedly his torso arched slightly and sank back still on the bed, Charles crossed himself and prayed to God to accept the boy knowing he had passed away. He pressed the bell push and the nurses appeared checked the lad's vital signs then wheeled the bed from the ward. Charles sat there weeping quietly and then pushed his tray aside and left the ward hobbling outside into the hospital's garden on his sticks where he sat sadly thinking of all the vital young lives senselessly sacrificed to the war.
An hour or so passed with Charles moodily sitting in the garden staring into space when a nurse appeared bringing him a letter, he took it thanked her and tore the envelope open unthinkingly then unfolded the pages and began to read the contents. It took a little time to penetrate the sombre mood he was feeling but as he read he realised it was from Henry, it was a month and a half old and was telling him that Henry was being sent to England and hoping he would be able to meet him after he arrived. It stated that he would be in England in a few weeks and in fact when Charles worked it out he realised Henry was in all probability already here.
Charles mood brightened and he wondered how he could find out where Henry was stationed but realised it would be difficult under the security due to the war. He wracked his brain trying to think of a plan to ascertain Henry's whereabouts but couldn't think of an easy way of doing it. He felt frustrated to say the least knowing Henry was somewhere in the British Isles close by and that he couldn't find where.
The day passed in frustration and that night Charles tossed and turned on his bed unable to sleep as his roiling brain went round and round in circles. Daylight found Charles with dark circles around his eyes and in a crotchety mood when breakfast arrived, on his tray was another letter, he grabbed it eagerly ripping the envelope open when he saw Henry's name on the back. It was a short note dated five days ago saying he was in England stationed near Southampton and asking if he could see Charles soon if he was in England and not at sea.
Charles immediately asked for a pad and pen, which the nurse supplied, and he quickly wrote a note in reply telling Henry that he was in hospital and where it was saying he'd love to see him if he could get away. He sealed the envelope and gave it to the nurse to post for him as excitement raced through him. At the thought that Henry was hopefully going to visit him in a few days. Charles was like a caged panther all day he couldn't sit still and by evening his wound was aching badly from his constant movement, the nurses gave him some pain killer and he lay back on the bed soon sound asleep, the night passed in dreamless slumber and he awoke next morning feeling much better.
The days passed with Charles impatience increasing then on the sixth morning he heard an American accented voice asking for him at the nurses station outside the ward. He got off the bed hurried to the door and saw Henry in his Lieutenants uniform looking incredibly handsome as he smiled at the nurses who were batting their eyelashes at this good looking visitor. Charles said excitedly, "Henry you devil its great to see you and hear your mellifluous voice once again, come let's go for a walk in the garden outside."
Henry spun around on his heels and his smile broadened as he saw Charles standing there in his pyjamas and dressing gown, he hurried to him and they hugged warmly then turned and walked arm in arm to the rear entrance and out into the garden, Henry supporting the limping Charles. Charles directed Henry to his quiet area screened by shrubs and bushes where a garden seat was positioned they hugged and kissed Henry seeking, finding and nearly swallowing Charles' tongue as he sucked it avidly.
They swapped spittle hungrily their cocks raging hard rubbing together through their attire as the ground their hips feverishly. Henry pulled his face back grinning and peering lovingly into Charles' eyes as he said, "Oh Charles I've desperately wanted to do this for a year since I last saw you. My God I've missed you terribly, now tell me how did you end up here in hospital."
Charles related the events leading to his present state and that he would be getting discharged soon and going home to recuperate, Henry was overjoyed that Charles wasn't wounded more seriously and told him that their unit was on training for the next week or so but then he could take leave and if Charles wished he could come down and see him. Charles was overjoyed at this news and gave Henry his home address and directions how to get there by train. Charles asked after Richard, Henry's friend and found out he had joined the USO an organisation that was touring the world entertaining the troops.
Charles was overjoyed to hear that Richard wasn't risking his life fighting as he was too loveable and soft to take that kind of life, Richard was a total feminine guy who loved sex as Tom could attest. Henry sat with Charles till the time came for his midday meal and they hugged and kissed in their quiet niche before walking back into the hospital. Charles asked the nurse if she could find some dinner for Henry and once Henry smiled at her she went to water, giggling and said she would see what she could do returning in a few minutes with a plate of sandwiches. Both men sat on the bed eating side by side then once dinner was finished they again moved out into the garden returning to their private nook.
The afternoon passed too quickly as they sat holding hands and chatting quietly together, finally Henry announced that he had to leave and return to his base, They stood hugging and kissing then walked together through the hospital and said farewell on the front steps as Henry climbed into his jeep and drove away. Charles stood watching him till the vehicle carried him out of sight his hand raised in farewell a sadness descended on him as he turned and walked back into his ward and flopped despondently on his bed. The nurse brought Charles evening meal and he picked at it leaving most the food untouched.
A second week passed and Charles was discharged and a navy car picked him up driving him to Victoria station where he climbed aboard the train to go home. The train trip gave him time to relax and he dozed in the corner of the carriage his head resting on the window as the train rattled and swayed through the bomb blasted city and out into the countryside. Charles had rung Bradley telling him to expect him on the 3.30 pm train and knew he would be met at the station. The train huffed and puffed into the station its wheezy whistle announcing its arrival to the countryside.
Charles awoke as the conductor shook his shoulder and announced the station to him, the conductor reached up and grabbed Charles' bag carrying it for him to the platform. There Charles thanked him and the man said, "The least I could do for a wounded war hero sir."
Bradley was standing waiting on the platform a huge smile on his homely face as he moved to relieve the conductor of Charles' bag, he said, "I have the car waiting captain its parked right outside the station."
They walked out, Charles limping alongside the older man to the old Wolseley sedan, Bradley loaded the bag into the boot and opened the door for his commanding officer helping Charles into the car. He closed the door and started the car driving off through the narrow village street with the thatched cottages on each side, the quaint old pub and shops then past the village church with its square bell tower and small cemetery alongside. They forded the stream splashing across the shallow causeway and set off down the road lined with hedgerows guarding the patchwork of fields. The car entered a wooded area of old Oak trees and then turned into a gravel drive way between two old stone pillars emblazoned with Charles' family coat of arms.
They drove up the long driveway to the old manor house sitting amongst the manicured lawns and gardens, Charles saw young Allen, his neighbours' son seated on the steps leading to the front door. The lad leapt to his feet smiling happily and ran to the car to open the door for Charles. He helped Charles out then handed him his walking sticks while Bradley unloaded the case from the boot, they both hovered about Charles as he hobbled up the stairs into the manor. They helped the tired man up to his bedroom where Charles flopped onto the antique four poster and groaned tiredly, it had been a trying trip for a man who'd been in hospital for a month. His strength was low and the numbing pain from his side was persistent, Bradley and the lad helped Brian out of his uniform and into pyjamas then tucked him into bed to rest. Charles eyes closed and he was soon asleep, they left him to rest and returned to the kitchen to talk and relax.
Days passed slowly and Charles gained strength every day as they helped him walk about the small estate, then the phone rang Bradley hurried to answer and heard an American voice asking for Charles. Bradley asked, "Is that you master Henry?"
Henry said it was and Bradley asked him to wait for a moment and went to bring Charles in to the phone from out on the patio, Charles hobbling as fast as he could when he heard who was on the phone. He snatched up the receiver and said, "Henry is it really you?"
Henry laughed and said it was him but he had someone else who wished to talk to him, there was silence then Charles recognised Richards voice in his ear. "Richard is that really you? What are you doing here? I thought you were still in America."
Richard giggled and replied, "It is I, Charles how are you? Henry told me you are wounded are you ok?"
Charles replied, "I'm ok Richard I'm on the mend and hopefully I'll be almost 100% in a few weeks. Are you able to swing some time off to come down with Henry to stay a few days here?"
Richard laughed and said that he couldn't see any great difficulty when he knew exactly what days Henry could organise his leave on. He said goodbye and gave the phone back to Henry. He and Charles chatted for some time and Charles told Henry that Tom was coming down to stay as well but not to tell Richard as he wanted it to be a surprise. They finally hung up and Bradley said, "I hope it all comes together smoothly sir."
Charles grinned and hobbled back onto the patio to sit in the sun watching the ducks swimming on the lake below, Bradley brought out a pot of tea and Charles asked him to join him in a cup. Bradley hurried in and returned with a second cup and saucer then poured the tea and sat down passing the plate of home baked scones he had made towards Charles along with the strawberry jam and whipped cream. They sat there enjoying the Devonshire tea in the warm sunshine.
Allen appeared and Charles invited him to join them so Bradley hurried inside for another cup and saucer while Allen sat and asked Charles how he was recuperating. Charles frowned and said, "Not as well as I hoped this damn numbness and limp are annoying me greatly, it just doesn't seem to be improving at all. The doctors are now saying it might be permanent which means I won`t be able to return to sea again."
Alan hugged him saying, "Well Charles that means you won't be going into danger any more which is great, I prayed for you every night while you were away."
Charles kissed the mob of blonde hair and replied, "Thank you Allen you are such a sweet lad, your parents must be so proud of you. How are they is your father still flying bombers?"
Allen nodded saying, "Yes he is and I worry about him desperately there are so many planes shot down each night."
Charles hugged him and said that he would also pray for his father each night. They then changed the subject and Allen began regaling Charles with the sports he was playing at school, rugby and cricket being the main games but he was also training for the swimming as well. Charles knew Allen was fit he could feel the strength in his youthful body as he ran his hands up and down the lad's back, the firm tight mounds of his tight arse filled the boy's shorts completely. He remembered back to the leave when Tom and he had enjoyed sex with Allen and how the lad had loved being sexual especially when taking their cocks up his virginal arse.
He could feel Allen trembling in his grasp and the lad was rubbing his engorged penis against him, Charles looked into Allen's sparkling eyes and asked, "Would you like me to suck you off Allen?"
The lad nodded speechlessly and Charles began undoing the buttons of the lad's shorts and pulling them down his smooth muscular legs, Allen's white Y fronts bulged damply his perfect young pole oozing juice freely turning the soft cotton transparent and showing his pink knob clearly. Charles kissed it tasting the lad then nibbled on the excited cock head, Allen gasped at the sensuous feeling tingling on the nerve laden spongy crown. His hands clutched tight on Charles' head as he pushed the cotton covered tool into the warm wet mouth.
Charles tightened his lips around the throbbing shaft and sucked hard drawing a small flood of sweet pre cum from Allen's excited pulsating pole. The taste of this deliciously flowing nectar stimulated Charles senses and he hooked his thumbs into the tight elastic waist band of the white underpants, he lifted the band out as he relinquished the lad's trembling tool sliding the cotton cover down and allowing them to slide to the lad's feet. He sat there studying the pink prick, its fine smooth skin shining like satin in the sun as it pulsed strongly to Allen's pounding heart, the nest of fine spun gold pubes definitely thicker then when last seen and the tight wrinkled round sack drawn up nestling against the base of the lad's weapon.
Allen was perfection personified, his cock unmarked by veins was silken smooth the fine skin showing faint blood vessels as it pulsed in front of the man's devouring eyes. Charles licked his lips at the sight of this tasty tool then breathing warm air onto the partly exposed glans he kissed it his tongue teasing the gaping slit as Allen moaned loudly. The lad thrust his sword hard, penetrating the awesome orifice as Charles swallowed him to the hilt rubbing his wet tongue all around the pulsing shaft as Allen's cock head rubbed on his gullet.
The boy quivered uncontrolled as he pounded Charles' face frantically, his desperate need to get off controlling his fevered mind, in out hard and fast his hips thrust in gay abandonment as charles swallowed him deep. Allen groaned aloud his handsome head thrown back as he delivered a huge load of red hot sperm into Charles' gulping sucking mouth. Again and again his body tensed quivering to spurt more teen nectar as Charles took and swallowed every sweet drop until the lad collapsed jelly kneed onto Charles' shoulder and lay gasping, panting frantically. Charles kept gently sucking and working his tongue on the cum tube till every drop was ingested and Allen's still hard tool screamed for peace, the boy dragged his still flexing fucker from the warm sucking sensuous scabbard. Allen gasped his relief as his cock popped from Charles' mouth and Charles swallowed the lat dregs of the lads copious discharge, he savoured the lingering flavour as he watched the lad's penis twitching still in the after glow of his incredible climax. Allen slowly stood erect and bent to kiss Charles tasting himself as he French kissed the man, he pulled back and fell to his knees between Charles' legs fumbling at his fly, He ripped the pants open freeing Charles massive tool and immediately began slobbering on the hot hard pole. He coated the cock in saliva before standing and stretching his legs apart to straddle Charles legs, then reaching behind him he located the prick to his hot young pucker and began squatting down onto the hard man meat.
Charles watched the lad's innocent face as it crumpled, grimacing in pain as he stuffed the fat knob into his tight entrance, Charles moaned as the sensation of the lad's tight rubber like muscle stretched slowly opening to accept his glans. The sudden relaxation caused his knob to pop quickly inside the molten hot hole as the anal muscle squeezed tight again strangling on his shaft while Allen groaned a shuddering breath. The boy poised quivering before slowly sinking further down the fat hardness, Charles now moaned continuously as his throbbing tool was swallowed into the hot velvet depths of Allen's rectum.
Allen's arse cheeks pressed down on Charles' thighs, as he relaxed to feel the hot fullness, he smiled at Charles and bent forward to kiss him sweetly saying, "Oh Charles I forgot how big you are and what a wondrous sensation it is to have you buried all the way inside me it is fantastic."
Charles kissed him back replying, "Allen you have the tightest sweetest little arse in the world in all my travels I never felt like this to feel your body stroking on my cock is truly incredible."
Allen cooed as he began to rise up the rippling rod then poised as the wide flared cock head nudged his tight muscle rubbing on the excited nerves before descending once more taking the full immensity as deep as he could. His motion increased as he began to bob up and down clenching his ring on the up thrust and relaxing on the down, Charles body was aflame with lust as his hands clasped the lad's hips lifting him then driving him back onto the impaling pole until his body responded to the stimulation and he groaned out, "Oh God I'm cumming, Allen I'm going to fill you with my love seed."
Allen moaned and tightened his hole which caused him to ejaculate in sympathy as he felt Charles erupt into his innards in a cataclysmic voiding of his balls. The lad felt as if the man's sperm was driving up and out his own spitting spike as they climaxed together. Both were satiated and exhausted as they clung sweatily together hearts pounding lungs depleted and gasping for oxygen. Slowly ever so slowly they calmed and relaxed Allen's cum drying between their bodies as the hugged together. Charles whispered throatily, "Allen that was totally amazing you are an incredible lad, you are everything a man could desire and your life will be fantastic I'm sure. I think we`d better go and clean up what do you think?"
Allen hugged Charles and whispered, "Charles I love you desperately and I would love to be with you for ever but I know you have other lovers who share you so I won't demand your total attention but if I can share your love I'd be totally honoured."
Charles kissed the boy and replied, "Allen as long as you realise this we can be friends and lovers too, I'm honoured and amazed you are being so mature for your age that is incredible."
They separated peeling their cummy torsos apart and straightened their clothes before Allen helped the tired Charles inside to the bathroom. They bathed together enjoying washing one another then dried each other and Allen helped Charles to his bed and tucked him in. The lad kissed Charles and said his goodbyes as he had to return home for dinner, he left the room and Charles drifted off to a dream filled sleep.
Days passed and finally Tom arrived and settled into one of the guest bedrooms, Charles was overjoyed to have him with him and they relaxed in the garden or on the patio. Allen's regular visits helped both men as he fellated then each time and shared his delicious juices with them. Finally the day of Henry's and Richard's arrival came, Bradley drove into the village alone to pick them up from the station, Charles stayed home with Tom to hide the impending surprise.
They were seated on the front patio watching for the car and eventually they heard the engine approaching and the car swept into view stopping at the steps. Bradley climbed out and opened the rear door and out climbed Henry resplendent in his lieutenant's uniform followed by Richard in his USO uniform. Tom gasped and his face nearly split as he smiled broadly struggling to his feet and grabbing his crutches. He hobbled towards the steps as Richard ran up to meet him they collided as Richard hugged him tightly crying heavily with joy. Henry watched momentarily then ran to Charles and hugged him pressing his lips to Charles' feverishly, both men's trousers bulged with their happiness.
Greetings over they moved inside to find Bradley had prepared a marvellous meal for them and they all sat around the table gossiping and catching up on all the news. The three men sat in silence as Charles recounted the story of his last naval mission and they were all in a sombre mood when he finished. Henry with tears in his eyes said, "Thank the Lord you were saved Charles but what a disaster losing all those lives."
They sat quietly as Bradley brought the brandy and cigars then cleared away the table leaving the men to talk amongst themselves. Their mood lightened as the brandy took effect and soon they were reminiscing about their times in New York when the convoys docked. All four men began to feel better and soon their sexual desires rose and they moved off to their bedrooms, Henry stripped Charles and helped him onto the bed before enacting a strip tease as he disrobed. Charles was smiling and stroking himself as he watched Henry's tuat still smooth body slowly appear, Henry was looking fitter than ever after his military training and Charles felt white and flabby after his stint in hospital.
Henry lay on the bed beside Charles and ran his fingers lightly sensuously up Charles' stomach toying with his pleasure trail and navel sending shivers throughout his body. Charles manhood was towering up his abdomen dribbling into his navel with excitement, Henry bent and licked the clear juice with his tongue causing Charles to gasp loudly as Richard's face rubbed on his rigidly twitching tool. Richard soon took Charles to the pubes as he sucked and swallowed stimulating his throbbing tossle, Charles hands fondling his close cropped head as he moaned in delight.
Charles groaned and arched with his good leg twisting onto his side as he began to tingle, his climax raced through him and he pumped cum flooding into his lover's accommodating throat. Charles collapsed once again and Richard pulled off his tool licking his lips sensuously before he kissed Charles and shared his seed in a tongue tangling kiss. Then Charles asked softly, "Henry please fuck my arse, I desperately want to feel your penis ramming deep inside me, I itch terribly in there for a serve of Yankee juice."
Henry grinned and said, "For you my sweet Charles I'd do anything. Are you sure you can take me with your wound?"
Charles replied, "If I lie on my good leg I think I can do it but I must lie on my side only if that's ok with you my love."
Henry grinned even more and replied, "However you desire, your wish is my command Charles."
Charles handed Henry some Vaseline and he slathered his tool then poked a finger full into Charles tight entrance, he worked it around loosening the muscle before pushing a second finger up Charles' ring. Charles grunted saying, "Gently my bum is tender and hasn't been fucked for some time."
Henry apologised and replied, "I'm sorry Charles, I'm so eager to get inside you I haven't fucked a man since you were last in New York."
Charles arse relaxed under Henry's persistent manipulation and soon he was moaning with pleasure and begging Henry to insert his cock, Henry obliged easing his engorged member into the tight greasily grasping ring. The incredible heat and the buttery mushy depths accepting his burning boner caused his eyes to roll up as he pressed his groin to Charles' firm cheeks. He held there enjoying the massage from Charles bowel muscles then slowly slipped back then eased forward once more stretching Charles insides and ensuring he was not in pain. Charles' moaning inflamed his desires and gradually using incredible control he increased pace little by little, he built in speed and plumbed the incredible depths until he was slamming his hips to the firm muscled rump. A boiling sensation filled Henry's groin as his balls churned and began sending their pent up load gushing into the tubes to fill his urethra. The mounting pressure forced gouts of love larva gushing into the clamping tunnel, Charles groaned as he felt Henry explode deep inside him.
Similar action was occurring in Tom's boudoir down the passageway as the bed creaked and groaned from Richard's riding his lover's log, bouncing frantically up and down as if Tom was a bucking bronco until Tom filled his hot hungry hole. The manor's wing echoed to the sounds of sexual fruition as all four men erupted spewing seed from violently pulsating pricks.
The End.
I hope you have enjoyed this long saga produced by my twisted little brain. My thanks to all those who emailed me expressing their thoughts and requests for more chapters, this tale has run for a long period but now regretably it is time to finish.
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