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Atlantic Express Chapter 28, by justjames17.
The shuddering racketing Avro thumped down on the Naval airstrip at Scarpa Flow and rattled and bumped its way to a halt, Charles, Bradley and Bryce clambered out and grabbed their sea bags walking across the tarmac to the head quarters building where Charles told his companions to wait while he sorted out the paperwork. The air was cold with a crisp breeze blowing in from off shore Bradley and Bryce pulled up the hoods of their duffle coats as they huddled out of the icy blast. Charles reappeared and said a truck would be along to pick them up and he'd see them on board the Foxhound as soon as he finished here.
A small 30 cwt truck pulled up its canvas cover shaking in the breeze as the two men clambered aboard, the truck jerked into gear and whined off towards the harbour under the slate grey skies. They were dropped at a jetty where an open motorboat awaited them, dumping their kit along with Charles's they climbed aboard and away it chugged out onto the bleak, cold, wave-capped anchorage threading its way through the multitude of anchored war ships. Eventually the launch headed for a small destroyer with the number H69 on her bows, the ship looked tiny compared to the nearby battleship,HMS Repulse. The destroyer could almost be her ship's launch, it swung on the tide looking cold and wet while tugging at it's mooring buoy as if eager for freedom and warmer climes.
The boat bumped alongside the hull rubbing gunnels on the brow, Bradley and Bryce jumped out grabbing the gear and thanking the launch crew as it cast off and chugged busily away. They climbed the ladder to the deck and reported to the officer of the deck a lieutenant who asked their names and took their papers, he read them quickly and told Bryce to report to the boatswain and instructed Bradley where to find the captain's cabin. He studied Bradley closely wondering what their new commanding officer would be like; Bradley too inspected the officer he'd noticed his intense look at the young seaman and his slight effeminacy and pegged him as being a man lover or at least a suppressed homosexual. Bradley smiled to himself wondering what Charles would think of this turn of events.
The young officer was quite handsome, fair haired and skinned, wide set grey eyes, slightly freckled straight nose with very full lips and a square determined jaw. He looked to be in his early 20's and looked well built even under the heavy uniform and duffle coat. Bradley saluted and picked up the two sea bags and headed into the superstructure to find Charles's cabin. It was smaller by far compared to the Berber's cabin but was slightly larger than the old Spring Thorpe's and Bradley began unpacking Charles' gear stowing it away in the lockers and drawers, then he made up the bunk and went into his own tiny cabin and unpacked his kit.
He heard the bosun's pipe sound as Charles arrived and he put on the kettle to make a hot cup of tea for his friend and captain, to warm him up after the long cold trip across the anchorage. Charles stepped aboard and saluted the quarterdeck then returned the deck officer's salute asking if the first lieutenant was aboard. He was informed that the officer wasn't on board as yet as he was still on leave, Charles ordered the gunner to call a meeting of the ship's officers in an hour. Charles studied the young man and thought the same as Bradley had earlier. He turned away and went below deck to find Bradley; he located the cabin and walked in tossing his cap and gloves onto the bunk as he briskly rubbed his cold hands together. Bradley poured him a cup of tea and placed it on his desk as Charles sank onto the chair and thanked him.
He took a sip and held it in his mouth warming it before swallowing the tea; he looked at Bradley and said, "What do you think of the young gunnery officer my friend?"
Bradley smiled at him and said, "Interesting sir, I'd stake my life he is homosexual but probably still in the closet. He showed particular interest in young Bryce, his eyes followed him till he was out of sight."
Charles grinned and agreed saying, "He is quite a handsome young man that's for certain and this could be an interesting posting. Did Bryce show an interest in him as well?"
Bradley grinned and nodded, "His eyes opened wider when he saw him, there seemed to be a certain electricity between them." Charles asked Bradley to get Bryce to report to the cabin in two hours as he had a meeting in the wardroom to meet the officers and find out a little about their new ship. Bradley smiled and asked what was afoot; Charles chortled and replied that he was going to prime the lad about investigating the sexy young gunnery officer sexuality. Charles sat at his desk studying the drafting plans of the new ship as he familiarised himself with her layout, he was going to inspect her thoroughly after the two meetings he had planned.
Time arrived for the meeting with his officers and Charles rolled up the plans slipping them into the desk drawer and picking up his cap he left the cabin, Bradley followed him going to locate Bryce. Charles made his way to the small wardroom pushing the curtain aside and entering pleased to see all officers except the first officer present as they leapt to their feet and stood at attention and smartly saluting their new commander. Charles was amazed at their youth, they all looked like teenagers except for the chief engineer a dour swarthy Scott, Charles removed his cap and took the seat at the head of the table as he introduced himself then asked each one's name.
The chief's name was Alistair MacInnes; the navigator was Jeffrey White, gunnery officer was Malcolm Douglas while the missing first lieutenant's name was Alan Harbury. Alan filed each name away in his memory and asked what the readiness of the Foxhound was; the chief said that mechanically she was A1 and ready for sea and that the repairs had been completed satisfactorily. Charles nodded and looked to the rest asking if their departments were up to scratch, the officers all replied that they were ready for action, Charles asked when the first lieutenant was due to report back aboard and was told his leave finished tomorrow. The meeting finished the steward brought drinks to the table and the meeting dissolved into a discussion of the ship's war experiences.
She had been on convoy duties across the channel at the start of the war then after the evacuation of the British expeditionary forces from Dunkirk had been on home waters convoys before finally transferring to the Murmansk convoys where they were under constant attack but on her last convoy she had been despatched to attack a submarine while the convoy steamed on and a German destroyer had appeared out of the darkness and shelled her heavily before retiring again leaving her heavily on fire. The crew put out the conflagration and she had limped back to Scarpa where she had been since. Charles was impressed this ship had faced the worst and come through still an excellent fighting unit and he admired the young crew immensely.
The meeting came to an end and Charles told the assembled officers he was going to inspect the boat, destroyer men called their ships boats affectionately, and he expected they would accompany him on the inspection. They set out and headed into the bowels of the boat, starting in the engine rooms, Charles was very impressed with its cleanliness and he found the place gleamed like a new pin. The black gangers, engine room crew, were all in clean overalls and working smoothly as the officers passed through. Charles noted that there was no sign of any leaks in the steam pipes and the asbestos lagging was in place and tight. All told it was one of the tidiest engine rooms he'd seen except for the Berber's, which after all was a brand new unit. He complimented the dour MacInnes who actually smiled for the first time and Charles could see the man's pride in his men show through.
The magazines were next on his list and they donned the felt shoe covers, to stop their shoes causing sparks on the steel decks, before entering the cool shell filled areas. The harsh lighting gleamed on the various shells with their colour banded nose cones designating the different types of ammunition and again Charles was impressed at the neat and tidy areas. In each area Charles was introduced to the petty officer or leading hand in charge and he memorised the faces and names. The seamen's names would be learnt as time passed and he came to know his new crew but the lads seemed to be clean, eager and efficient as they carried out their duties.
The tour wound up on the bridge where Charles complimented his subordinates on the way the ship appeared and he ordered a drill to test the crew's efficiency at closing up for action stations. The bells shrilled throughout the Foxhound and there was the clatter of running feet as the crew dashed to the guns and other positions. Charles stood timing the closed up reports and although good he desired to cut at least a minute off the exercise. He informed the officers of his wishes and told them to keep the lads at it till they achieved his request. He realised their timing was most probably because they were safely moored in a heavily protected anchorage but they mustn't lose their edge in a time of war, they needed a little reminder to keep them on their toes.
Charles sat on his bridge stool watching the crew dash about until their speed improved to his standards, he then ordered them to fall out and complimented them over the address system but ordered the gunner to report to the bridge. Bryce was on the bridge keeping in the background as the captain's runner and when the gunner appeared Charles watched the young officer's eyes flit furtively to where Bryce was standing confirming Charles impression of his sexuality. Charles ordered him to give A gun some extra training as it was the last gun to report being closed up, the young officer blushed and snapped to attention saluting crisply and turned away towards the bows. He noticed Bryce too studied the officer with a hungry look in his eyes when the gunner turned away to look down at the A gun crew going through their paces on the deck below.
The thrust of his buttocks sexily showing under the heavy duffle coat as he leaned on the spray shield, he called out in his rather high pitched voice, "Able seaman Barker, smack it about there or we'll be doing this drill all afternoon."
Charles smiled to himself as he watched Bryce lick his lips instinctively as he watched the sexy young officer; Charles kept the gun crew drilling until they were drooping tiredly their bodies sweating even in the cold temperature. He told the gunner to dismiss the men and then he chatted to him about the men's efforts saying that they had sharpened up well towards the end of the drill. Charles dismissed the lieutenant and stood up heading for his cabin to await Bryce's arrival.
Bryce arrived a few minutes later deferentially knocking at the cabin door, Charles called enter and the young seaman entered closing the door at his captain's request and seeing Charles without cap he just stood to attention not saluting as was the custom. Charles walked towards Bryce and wrapped his arms about his lithe taut torso and kissed him full on the lips, Bryce melted into Charles arms his tongue slipping into Charles' mouth hungrily. Charles swallowed the wet warm muscle sucking hard and caressing it with his own as they ground their hips together rigid rods rubbing hotly.
They broke the kiss and Charles looked into Bryce's eyes and smiled at his youthful lover then said, "Well Bryce I see you noticed lieutenant Douglas's tight buttocks, do you fancy some fun with him?"
Bryce grinned blushing and nodded, "Yes Charles, I hope you don't mind but he is very sexy looking and I think he is homosexual even though he doesn't realise it yet."
Charles grinned and nodded saying, "Yes Bryce you could well be right I'm pretty sure he is a little on the effeminate side. I'll leave it up to you to work your magic on him just don't let anyone else know what your up to lad. When and if you succeed with him let me know and well arrange something for the three of us, maybe I can 'accidentally' catch you both at it or something."
Bryce grinned and dropped to his knees undoing Charles' fly and delving in to remove his throbbing tool, he looked at the heavy burning hot cock with the pre cum glistening at the tip before kissing it reverently and sipping the delicious offering. Charles groaned sensuously heaving his hips at Bryce, his tool slid into the warm wet orifice as Bryce's tongue laved it, tongue sliding sensuously about the throbbing meat. Bryce felt the spongy mass of Charles' cock head press against his throat and he easily opened to its pressure swallowing the thick pole into his gullet. Charles grasped the young seaman's blonde head thrusting forcefully deep into his throat, his whole body tensed and trembling with delight.
Humping, grinding, thrusting hard Bryce accepted and relished the rough abuse as he suckled and licked the invader, his throat muscles caressed the throbbing cock and Charles was grunting and breathing hard as his big full nuts drew up in his hairy scrotum. Bryce knew hi captain was close and he redoubled his actions to bring Charles over the edge and drain those heavy gonads dry. Charles panted and moaned then rammed deep into Bryce's sweet warm gullet spraying his sperm thick and hot down into the hungry lad's stomach.
Bryce swallowed hard and fast taking every sticky spurt into his gulping gullet, Charles' wilted knees wobbled as his climax passed and Bryce pulled off his still throbbing prick, sucking hard and milking the last droplets with his tight puffy lips. Charles staggered back and collapsed onto his bunk eyes closed and chest heaving as Bryce knelt there staring at the fast dwindling erection as he savoured the tangy taste of Charles. Bryce was stroking himself and smiling at his recuperating captain, then he got to his feet and waddled across to where Charles lay, climbed onto the bunk and straddled Charles torso.
He took his stiff spike in his hand and bent over Charles rubbing his knob on the man's parted lips, Charles' eyes opened and he smiled up at Bryce who bent down and kissed him letting some cum drool into Charles' mouth. They pashed on hotly before Bryce presented his prick again and Charles swallowed the tasty tool and began working the lad to a fast explosive eruption of teen spoog. Bryce erupted flooding Charles' mouth as he gulped and gasped at the delicious deluge. Bryce flopped on top of Charles his pubes crushed against Charles nose cutting of his air supply, Charles rolled onto his side taking the lithe youth with him as he drained the lad's pipes.
They both lay there feeling satiated and satisfied as Bradley walked into the cabin carrying a tray with tea pot and cups grinning happily at the sight of the two lovers and admiring Bryce's tight alabaster arse cheeks. The lovers sat up and tidied their uniforms before getting off the bunk and sitting at the desk as Bradley poured the tea. The three men enjoyed their hot beverage and chatted about the new ship and the crew, Charles planned how Bryce could inveigle the gunner into a compromising situation and they finished their tea before Bryce got to his feet and left the cabin.
To be continued.
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