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The Atlantic Express, Chapter 25 by justjames17.
Charles had been wounded when his new destroyer the HMS Berber was sunk; he spent some time in hospital but now was on his way to his residence in the English countryside near London. His friends Henry and Richard from New York had shipped to England with the American forces as the Allies planned the invasion of Europe to drive back Hitler's forces.
Charles was recuperating and sharing his bed with Henry who was an officer in the Forces Entertainment Organization; his friend Richard was a performer with the group and they both were billeted at Charles residence after Charles pulled a few strings. Tom his friend and a seaman from the old HMS Spring Thorp and boy friend of Richard was living at the residence after he too was released from hospital after being badly injured during the Blitz on London. His service life was over due to his injuries leaving him incapacitated and unfit for service.
The men were enjoying sex and as time passed Charles body was fully recovered and he began to champ at the bit to get back to sea again. He left his home and caught the train into London there he made his way to Admiralty House and he began pressuring officers he knew there to see if he could be assigned a new destroyer. The seat polishers and desk commanders fobbed him off with promises to look into the matter and that they would contact him if anything turned up.
Charles disconcertedly left the building easing out through the sand bagged entrance and made his way back to Victoria station, there he was told there was a long delay due to an enemy sneak attack which bombed one of the bridges on the rail line to his area doing some minor damage. The ticket clerk told him it would probably be repaired within 24 hours, as the main bridge structure was undamaged. Charles cursed under his breath and made his way to his club in the city, there he attained a room for the night and rang his home to tell them the bad news. Charles dined in the club's dining room and was amazed to see the wine and spirit list, you would have thought there was no war shortage. He enjoyed a fine meal and retired to the library after to enjoy a cigar and brandy in front of the huge open fireplace with its crackling flames. He chatted to some older members who on seeing his uniform took it upon themselves to make him feel welcome and at home as well as finding out his experiences during the war. They in turn reminisced on their own experiences in the Boer War and in World War One, a convivial evening passed and by the time Charles was ready to sleep he had a warm glow from the alcohol consumed.
He made his unsteady way up the huge polished oak staircase to the second floor where he located his room and was soon undressed and sleeping soundly. His dreams were filled with visions of diving fire spitting planes swooping down from above raking the ships weaving frantically below, He awoke sweaty and shaking in the darkness, he lay there breathing hard and then tried to get back to sleep, he tossed and turned for a long time then exhaustion took its toll and he dropped off into a fitful slumber.
Next morning the sun shinning through the window awoke him and he rolled over dark circles under his eyes from the disturbed night, he arose and picked up the towel and bar of soap on the night stand and headed out the door to the bathroom down the hallway. Being still early he was able to bathe without waiting, he dried off and pulled on his underwear before making his way back to the room to get dressed. He looked at the time and saw it was still to early for breakfast so he lay on the bed and closed his tired eyes.
He was awoken by voices outside in the corridor as people were stirring to face the new day, Charles stretched and stood up then walked to the door opening it and heading downstairs to the dining room to see if breakfast was on the go. The menu consisted of powdered egg with zeppelins in the fog, eggs, sausages and mashed potato, with toast and marmalade followed by a hot cup of tea finished off the meal. His stomach filled he felt much better and decided to rattle the cages of the base whallas at Admiralty House again before seeing if the trains were running again, he made his way to the building showed his identity card to the armed naval police guarding the entrance, they saluted him and he entered making his way up to the office where ship allocation was situated.
He marched in and was greeted by a WRN, a female lieutenant, she asked his business and listened to his request, she told him that it wasn't in her power to divulge any information to him and that orders came from higher up the ladder. He charmed and pleaded with her trying to find out if there were any destroyers awaiting commanding officers, the young officer finally admitted that there were two ships without commanders one under construction and the second's commander had been killed in action in the Mediterranean whilst on convoy duty. Charles thanked her profusely and made his way to make an appointment to see the senior officer in charge of naval placements.
Charles was lucky and instead of making an appointment he was shown straight in to the officer, he entered and was greeted by a grizzled old captain who had been brought back after retiring, his chest covered in medal ribbons attesting his years of valiant service to the crown. The ruddy-faced, keen eyed, white haired old gentleman shook hands briskly with the young officer and asked what he could do for him. Charles explained his wish and the captain used his intercom to summon the clerk from the outer office and asked for him to locate and bring Charles file to him. The captain told Charles to sit down and they discussed the navy and their experiences. The old man had been a destroyer driver in WW1 and had survived one sinking when his destroyer was sunk saving the crew of a burning merchant ship; both crews were later rescued two days later by a French cruiser as they drifted in the English Channel.
The file was brought in and the old sailor sat back reading the information, his glasses perched on the end of his large red nose, he read for some time devouring the history of Charles service life. He finished placing the manila folder on his desk as he leaned back tilting the chair looking over his glasses at the eager Charles. He smiled and said, "You certainly have had an interesting war young man and don't you think you have been through enough?"
Charles smiled at him and shook his head replying, "No sir, not yet the enemy is still hammering at us and I feel I can still do my part in helping to stop him if I'm given the chance of another ship."
The captain smiled at the younger officer's eagerness and recognised himself when he was a young commander, he was urged to give this handsome young man a third ship and wondered which one would suit him. He told Charles he would let him know as soon as possible as the only destroyers available were not ready for sea as yet, one was undergoing repairs after her being bombed, the second was still in the ship yards being constructed. Charles thanked the captain and they shook hands then Charles donned his cap and saluted as he turned and left the office.
He hurried to the station to find the line was operational once more and he waited for the train on the crowded platform, the place was crowded due to the line closure and Charles decided he needed a piss so made his way to the lavatory. He undid his fly fished out his cock and closed his eyes as he began to empty his bladder, he was thinking hard about the meeting with the captain and didn't hear the footsteps approach him as he stood lost in thought. His cock was semi hard and he suddenly realised he had company, he opened his eyes to see a young American sailor standing next to him erect cock out but eyes wide as he stared at Charles huge fat uncut penis.
Charles smiled self-consciously at the young American whose eyes slipped from the exposed cock to the gold braid on Charles' sleeve, he realised he was perving on an officer and quickly looked away staring at the wall of the urinal as he blushed. Charles watched the lad's cock wilted with embarrassment. Charles smiled and said, "That's nothing to be ashamed of lad, that is a very nice weapon you have there."
The young lad looked at him and a slow smile arched his sweet pink lips, he looked into Charles steady eyes and saw that he was not in trouble, he gave his perfect pink pole a couple of strokes making it stiffen once again. It was totally perfect, clean pink with an almost invisible circumcision scar, no heavy veins to mar its clean lines and the head was an excited cherry red, as Charles watched a clear droplet of pre cum formed at the small lips of his slit. Charles moth salivated at the sight and his own cock throbbed hard in his hand, the young seaman whispered, "Excuse me sir, can I touch that big boner you have there?"
Charles nodded and took his hand off his own prick as the trembling hand touched it, he reached across taking the lad's cock in his hand and felt it throbbing burning hot as the lad shivered excitedly. Charles suggested they move to a cubical where they would be hidden from sight, the two stepped down and walked cock in hand to the stalls entering the last one from the door. Charles closed the door and locked it as the young lad bent to suck him, the feel of the hot wet mouth and sliding tongue made him moan softly as he grasped the blonde head removing the sailor's gob hat along with his own cap and hung them on the coat hook on the door. He started humping the sweet face as the lad gasped gurgled and gagged on his fat pole, the lad struggled in his grip but soon became calmer as his gullet stretched and accepted Charles' plunging prick.
Charles felt the cum boiling in his balls, his thrusting increased but lost rhythm as he neared a climax, the young blond eyes were tearing up and his mouth leaked saliva as Charles rammed his innocent looking face. Gurgling groans attested his discomfort as Charles pulled him hard, mashing his nose into his pubes then he arched his body bow like and sprayed sperm thick and fast into the struggling lad's gullet. He held him tightly till his ejaculation eased then slowed to a dribble; Charles eased the lad off his monster and looked down at the impaled smooth saliva and tear stained face, the young man's blue eyes looked up at him brimming with tears his perfect pink lips puffy and stretched around the girth of the fat log embedded in his mouth. The lips oozed a salivary cummy mix, which oozed down the hairless chin; the lad's tongue still teased the throbbing cock head lapping the last remnants of sperm.
Charles gently ruffled the blond hair as he released the lad's head, he smiled down and said, "You seem to have done that before sailor."
The lad nodded as Charles, semi limp log slipped from his juicy mouth he whispered hoarsely, "Yeah captain on my ship. The guys used me as a cum dump, I had to learn how to suck quickly and well with all those randy sailors demanding satisfaction. I'd never sucked dick before but they all seemed to know I wanted to do it somehow."
Charles looked at him and thought what a liberty those men had taken with this young innocent lad but at the same time he was glad they had because he was incredibly good looking and sexy. Charles lifted him up and asked softly as he caressed the lad's excited young cock, "Did they give you satisfaction? Did they reciprocate and suck you off as well?"
The youngster shook his head and replied, "No sir but a couple of them raped me saying that I was a pussy boy. It hurt badly and I bled afterwards, I had to stuff toilet paper in my hole to stop the blood soiling my uniform trousers. I had trouble walking properly and sitting down for a couple of days after. They kept doing me until I got to the stage where it began to feel good now I love them fucking me."
Charles looked into the lad's eyes and saw the pain and humiliation seething in him, he took him in his arms and hugged him warmly saying softly in his ear, "I'm sorry young fellow that they have treated you this way, I hope I haven't made you feel worse doing what we did."
The lad smiled at him and said, "No sir, you didn't force me to suck you. I wanted to taste your big cock and drink your sperm. I really enjoyed our fun together."
Charles squeezed him in his arms feeling their groins pressed together cock to cock, their body heat shared then he said, "Now lad can I reciprocate and give you a good sucking too?"
The young sailor gaped at Charles disbelief in his uncertain eyes and watched as Charles squatted on his heels and rubbed his face on the stiff young tool, he inhaled heavily smelling the young crotch then he kissed the crimson knob. The young sailor trembled like a leaf and moaned as Charles mouthed the swollen seeping cock head rubbing his lips over the slick slit. The sailor's knees buckled and he grabbed Charles head to steady himself as Charles swallowed him to the pubes in one go. The white curved lower abdomen dusted with soft sparse pubes was in front of Charles half closed eyes as he began to bob up and down the vibrant shaft tonguing the leaking knob as he went.
It took no time to bring the squirming seaman to boiling point; his body swayed side to side head thrown back hips arched as his spike was sucked to fruition. His young excited balls tight up strangling his throbbing tool as they ejected their pent up load of thick sweet teen semen into Charles questing mouth. Five thick rich volleys of sperm spurted into Charles experienced orifice as he drank the youth's elixir. The lad collapsed over Charles' shoulder as he almost swooned from the intensity of his sexual release, he now experienced and realised why the crew used him this way. It was mind blowingly and incredibly exciting to cum in a guy's mouth like this.
Charles drained him completely then pulled off the semi hard cock and licked his lips before standing up and kissing the sailor, the youth was taken aback never having kissed or been kissed by a man in this way but his agile tongue after tasting his own cum excitedly tangled with Charles's as the swayed and hugged together. Charles pulled back and smiled at the youth then asked, "What is your name my young friend I'm Charles?"
The young man smiled back and replied, "Randy Taylor sir I'm very pleased to meet you."
Charles asked him was he on leave and how long was it before he returned to his ship?"
Randy looked at him and replied, "I have a weeks leave then I report back on board sir."
Charles thought for a minute then asked, "Would you like to come down to my home for the week? I have two American Army officers staying with me and a couple of our own seamen are there enjoying themselves and I have a very horny young neighbour who calls in all the time as well."
Randy thought for a minute and then replied, "Sounds pretty good sir, if you don't think I'll be in the way or anything I'd love to take you up on your offer. It beats staying at the barracks."
With that they tidied their uniforms and left the cubical, Randy picked up his kit bag and they made their way out onto the platform as the train arrived puffing acrid smoke and clouds of steam. They boarded a carriage and settled into a compartment together with a couple of soldiers transferring to a new camp.
To be continued.
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