This story is purely fiction; it is the product of my twisted little brain. It contains sexual acts between men and if you don't like this type of tale you'd better go somewhere else, if you are under the legal age to read this then you too had better leave and if it's illegal to read this in your country of residence well you know what to do, don't you? All comments, ideas etc gratefully accepted at justjames17@hotmail.com, all emails answered except flames which will be extinguished on receipt.
The Atlantic Express,
justjames17.
The docks at Southampton were crammed with shipping of all types, from ancient coal burning cargo ships to modern diesel powered vessels, all busily loading rubble from the bomb sites of London to transport across the pond to the United States of America, to be used as land fill. Our struggling nation was at war with the might of the German armed forces they had invaded Poland then France and taken Paris with lightning speed and our expeditionary force was pushed back to the beaches of Dunkirk where by a miracle they had been saved and returned to our shores minus their munitions and heavy weaponry.
We were reliant on the Americans for supplies of equipment and munitions as our small air force battled with the much more numerous Luftwaffe as they attempted to bomb England into submission or to weaken us sufficiently to invade us across the Channel. Our convoys across the Atlantic were under attack by the German U-boats and they savaged our merchant ships consistently, torpedoing them and sending them into the depths of the ocean.
America had leant us some old World War One 4 stacker destroyers, these old vessels were well past their use by date but were pressed into the fray to try and protect the convoys. I was the Captain of one of these well worn boats as the Yanks called them, she was built in 1915 and was now 27 years old and had steamed many thousands of miles in her hey day then been mothballed for 20 years in San Diego. The U.S. President, Roosevelt had finangled a deal to supply these destroyers to the U.K. under a lend lease scheme as the U.S.A. was strictly a noncombatant at the time and couldn't be seen to be actively engaging in the conflict.
Our destroyer now renamed HMS Spring Thorpe was fully stored and ready for sea as we awaited the convoy to begin moving down river to form up off shore into the three columns for the long slow voyage across the unpredictable Atlantic. Our 4 tall funnels were sending shimmering heat waves into the air as we steamed slowly down river past bombed and burnt out warehouses, destroyed by the regular bombing blitzes of the German air force. It was a relief in a way to get away from the danger of being bombed daily while tied to the shore, even though our guns added to the antiaircraft fire trying to blow the bombers from the sky, it was a helpless feeling tied up watching the black bombs whistling down towards our heads.
The minesweeping trawlers were moving ahead of us, their Para vanes streamed searching for the mines possibly dropped at night, from bombers especially equipped to carry these devilish horned monstrosities. We steamed slowly along and the trawler on the right hooked a mine bringing it to the surface where sharp shooters with rifles fired at it trying to hit a horn to explode the mine, one bullet connected and with an ear shattering explosion it erupted sending a plume of water over 50 feet into the air as the deck shook beneath our feet. We sailed past the disturbed muddy area of the mine's death and kept moving down river, behind us the first ships of the convoy appeared heading down astern of us.
We began to patrol offshore searching for any submarine that may be lurking there trying to pick off a ship as they left the estuary, the rest of the escorts were following suite prowling back and forth their asdic sets pulsing through the murky water. No sign of anything hiding below was found as we worked further and further off shore, the ships steamed out and began to form up in their positions, we had to sort out many arguments between captains over who was in front of who but eventually all was sorted out as we continued to sail further offshore. The ships waddled along at a steady 10 knots over the grey lumpy seas, the errant white caps dashing across the surface in the 15knot breeze.
The escort force consisted of a heavy cruiser, 1 armed merchant cruiser, 6 destroyers and 4 of the new Flower class corvettes, we were worried about reports of a German capital ship being operated as a raider and prayed we didn't meet up with her as we steamed towards America. The German ship was equipped with 15inch guns capable of hitting us from the horizon, far beyond the capabilities of our 4inch guns and even the cruisers 8 inchers would scarcely dint her heavy armour plate from that range. The merchant cruiser was a converted passenger liner which had been altered to accept 6 inch guns along her decks, she was a sitting duck in a fight with her massive hull and upper works but her crew were British Navy and she was as game as you could find.
The beginning of the trip was calm and peaceful, we were escorted by Sunderland flying boats, nick named the flying porcupines due to their many machine guns, they were equipped for attacking submarines and carried depth charges which they dropped with great skill and had sent quite a number of subs to the bottom. Eventually we were too far offshore for the lumbering planes and we were now on our own, we steamed on unmolested into the gradually mounting seas as the wind slowly increased. We were soon beginning to throw spray over our bows as we nosed into the building waves, the smaller corvettes were bouncing about and I was glad to be on the larger destroyer even though she was much older.
The merchantmen were ploughing along unflurried by the building seas their bluff bows smashing the seas down as they trampled over the unruly waves. Our vessel curtsied and cavorted as we rolled and knifed through the 10foot swells, the cruiser was knifing through the building waves almost unmoved, her sharp bows slitting the water into two curving bow waves foaming along her camouflaged hull. We sailed unmolested for four days before the first U boat found us and she sent 4 torpedoes speeding through the water to slam into one tanker and a cargo ship, the nearest destroyer sounded her siren and started down the fading wakes of the tin fish. A corvette pulled away and rolled after her to assist in tracking down the unseen marauder, we steamed on as the tanker stopped in her tracks bow down, the sea flooded her forward tank while smoke poured skywards, a second corvette moved to her side to take off her crew before she sank. The corvette had hardly stopped when there was a mighty explosion and the tanker blew up taking the escort ship with her in the conflagration.
We saw the corvette heel over then her magazine exploded in the intense heat and both vessels and their crews disappeared as if they had never existed, the air full of flying pieces of steel and wreckage slicing through the air. I crossed myself and said a quick prayer for those poor men and turned to check out the limping cargo ship, her port bow was showing the impact as there was a huge hole in her forward locker area, her anchor was running out uncontrolled the sound of the rapidly moving chain rattling loudly. The anchor reached the end of the chain and the force ripped the shackle from it's fastening in the steel deck and the whole lot disappeared into the depths as the ship sailed on.
We left the area as our two hunters steamed back and forth searching for the cunning attacker, the convoy sailed on and we were attacked three more times losing six more ships including another of our own, a destroyer, sent to the bottom after being split in two by the disruptive force of a U boat's torpedo. The weather remained kind to us and we finally arrived in New York sailing past the Statue of Liberty and tying up in the docks to await the unloading and reloading of the convoy.
I decided to go ashore to see the sights and found that the American people were unbelievably friendly and I was amazed that the whole city was lit up at night like a Christmas tree, so different to our poor old England with it's black out and damaged buildings. I couldn't spend my own money, as the barmen wouldn't accept it, drinks were free when they saw my uniform and the other patrons mobbed me asking about the war and how England was faring under the blitz.
I was becoming quietly intoxicated as the drinks flowed and I found one guy who stuck by me all through the evening, he was about 18 or 19 tall with jet black hair very slim build and dressed casually in slacks a white shirt with a sleeveless pullover. He stood close by me with one thigh pressed to mine and I could feel the heat emanating through his trousers as his leg touched mine, I flicked my eyes down quickly to look at his crotch and saw a definite swelling there. He had unblemished tanned skin and very white straight teeth along with the brightest green eyes I have ever seen, I was captivated by his eyes as they sparkled merrily when he talked animatedly.
His tanned skin was another draw as I was used to our pale tired English people, sleeping in the tube at nights to avoid being killed in their beds, the sight of his youthful healthy beauty was drawing me to him as he chatted away. His name was Henry, he was an actor on Broadway and was in between rolls so said he could enjoy my company unreservedly, he asked if I would like to have dinner with him and I quickly agreed saying that I would be delighted to keep him company. We left the bar together and he grasped my elbow steering me through the milling pedestrians I thought we would go to a restaurant but instead he led me to fine a brownstone building where we entered and stepped into the lift riding up to the third floor. The lift stopped and we walked down a plush carpeted hallway where he unlocked a door ushering me into an apartment, it was beautifully furnished with expensive leather furniture and antiques, the wall paneling was polished red cedar timber. The tall ceilings with heavy plaster moldings sported crystal chandeliers, which reflected in the highly polished timber.
He saw the expression on my face as I studied my surroundings and said, " It's my parent's apartment but they live in Florida, so I have full use of it as they seldom come to New York these days. Dad is a Movie Director and Producer and spends his time mainly between Hollywood and Palm Springs, so I have full run here in the Big Apple."
I looked in wonder at the opulent surroundings then said, " I'd better introduce myself I'm Charles Wentworth, I'm 32 years old and as you already know I'm a British Naval Officer, and that's about all I can tell you due to the war."
He told me how he felt honored to be able to extend his hospitality to me then led me to the lounge I sat down, the soft leather squeaking beneath me and he asked if I would like another drink while he organized dinner. I thanked him and he poured a Scotch and added ice to the glass, he handed it to me his hand lingering on mine as I grasped the glass. I felt a thrill run through my tired body as his smooth fingers slid slowly from mine as he turned and walked through a doorway into what had to be the kitchen, he said, " Stay there you need the rest I wont be long just sit back and relax."
I sat back sinking into the smooth leather and placed my glass down on the coffee table, my head touched the back of the lounge and in seconds I felt the tensions of our convoy easing, I was soon dozing peacefully, his preparations in the kitchen didn't disturb me and I drifted into a sound asleep. I dreamt I was in bed and someone was sucking on my penis and I wriggled on the couch sighing in my dream state, the feeling continued until my body was on fire and I felt ready to explode. My eyes opened to see his black hair bobbing over my groin, I jerked in shock then my balls drew up tight and I felt the incredible urge as they expelled their thick pent up load up my swollen cock. The young man was sucking my semen as if his life depended on it, I lunged up forcing my tool into his hungry mouth to flood his warm throat with my pent up juices.
I lounged back gasping as he siphoned my balls dry, his deep green sensuous eyes locked on mine, my body trembled as my tired brain reeled from the sensory overload, I was quivering like a jelly as he slowly stretched my now empty flaccid penis up with his mouth, his lips locked to my soft tube. He opened his ruby lips and let my cock drop back to land wetly on my thigh; I realized he had pulled my trousers and underwear down while I was asleep. My uniform jacket and shirt were undone exposing my almost hairless torso, his soft smooth hands were rubbing my chest and playing with my excited nipples as I quivered and panted under his sexual manipulations.
He smiled up at me as his tongue traveled across his sensuous lips savoring the taste of my sperm, he nodded to himself and said softly, " My God you must have been saving that load up for days, you nearly drowned me when you blew your load."
I grinned at him and said, " Yes it has been 10 days since I have relieved the pressure, the trip across was too tiring and my nerves were on edge the whole time and that's not conducive to wanking my pud."
He grinned again and said, " I'm glad that you had been celibate on the trip over because you certainly gave me all I could ask and you obviously enjoyed the experience greatly."
I nodded and cleared my throat nervously saying, " Yes I did enjoy you sucking me off as I've never had anyone do that before. I have never found a woman who would put her mouth on my penis and I've only wanked myself in the past."
He smiled proudly and said, " So you enjoyed my mouth then did you?"
I nodded and said, " Immensely, I wish I'd found a man like you before, it would have made me incredibly happy, instead of chasing the elusive woman of my dreams. Do you do this with many other men?"
He replied seriously, " No I've only done this with one other guy in my life, he was much older and he sought me out when I was a 13 year old. He took me to his bed and had sex with me, he taught me all the pleasures two men could enjoy and he died last year when he fell or was pushed beneath a subway train. He left me all his wealth and he wasn't a poor person so I'm independently wealthy in my own right now, he was a marvelous person who loved me intensely and I reciprocated his feelings. We were lovers for six years and I wouldn't have missed it for anything."
His face showed the sadness he felt at the loss of his lover, I reached out my hand and caressed his smooth bronzed cheek and he nestled his handsome face into my hand and then kissed my palm, I was deeply touched by his sincere move and wanted to hug him to my chest. I sat forward wrapped him in my arms and hugged him warmly, he sighed deeply and I felt the trickle of his tears running down my bared chest as he gave a shudder then sobbed. I kissed his forehead and said, " Please don't cry Henry, I'm sorry I stirred up sorrowful memories for you, I didn't mean to hurt you."
He sobbed softly and my hands caressed his back as I whispered softly into his ear, he calmed finally as his sobs diminished and he raised his face to mine, his eyes red and wet with his tears as he brushed his lips across mine. My whole psyche was rocked to the core by the fleeting butterfly touch of his sweet lips, I felt unbelievably lost as I gazed into his moist limpid orbs, I seemed to be falling irrevocably into the emerald depths. I bent to his face and pressed my salt hardened lips to his and reciprocated his kiss but firmer and more feverishly, he sighed and opened his soft lips to my exploring tongue and he swallowed it into the heavenly warmth of his wet orifice.
I was lost to the incredible sensations as his tongue invaded my mouth and we both began to taste each other, our appendages twisting and entwining about one another, the faint taste of my semen in his mouth stirred my loins and I felt my limp penis stirring again excitedly. He avidly sucked on my tongue trying to swallow it into his throat as I pushed firmly against his lips, our breathing was becoming rapid and the air was whistling through our nostrils as we gasped for oxygen, our hearts pounding once again in our chests.
We separated finally to look at one another trying to understand what was occurring I had never felt this way in all my 32 years on this planet, I had never really looked at men as sexual objects although the sight of a well filled pair of trousers always caused me to look twice. I must admit the sight of some of my young crew members dressed in their going ashore uniform in their tight bell bottomed trousers did stir me unintentionally, some of those handsome well endowed lads were very attractive but I'd never really had erotic thoughts about them. It was more an appreciation of male beauty but not sexual in intent, I'm sure after meeting Henry this would change incredibly. He was opening my eyes to the world of homosexuality, something I hadn't thought about since boarding school when I was a youngster. There of course it was boys being boys messing about learning about their bodies and their sexual play was mainly experimental in nature, although looking back all those years I'm sure some of the older protagonists were quite probably homosexual, as they seemed to instigate the play with us younger boys.
I still vividly remember the night the senior border, a 17 year old, came into our room and slipped into bed with my friend Robert, pulled off his pajamas and then proceeded to insert his not insignificant penis into Robbie's small anus. I can still hear the anguished sounds that filled our room as the lad had his way with the 10 year old, poor Robert was crying out in pain until the lad muffled his mouth by stuffing his briefs in to silence his screams. I lay there rigid with fear as I heard Robert's muffled sounds and could hear the slap of flesh on flesh as the older lad pounded into my friend's rear end.
We never discussed what happened as it was too embarrassing but after that Robert seemed to change, he became much quieter with me and at nights he would often wait until lights out then get up and sneak out going I knew not where. One night I followed him quietly down the silent passages till he reached a room at the far end, he tapped on the door and waited till he was told to enter and when he opened the door I heard the voices of several of the senior boarders laughing and saying here is our little sex toy now we can have fun.
I believe Robbie was now fully initiated into their sexual play and he was no longer a friend to me, it upset me considerably to lose my roommate that way but he wouldn't talk to me about his problems anymore. Robbie ended up hanging himself in the bathroom one night, I found him nude swinging limply from a railing with the cord from his dressing gown tied around his slim throat and it left an indelible memory in my mind. The ensuing fuss had police crawling about our school and they found a note from Robbie telling us that he couldn't take the abuse and naming the four senior lads who were having sex with him. The seniors were expelled from the school and the last I saw of them they were being loaded into a police van then it drove away and they were never seen again.
This experience frightened me badly, and the picture of my poor young friends distorted discoloured face hanging in the bathroom stayed with me to this day. I think the experience caused my brain to automatically suppress my homosexuality and caused my celibacy until now. Henry was arousing my passions incredibly and my body was responding accordingly, I wanted him to take me to bed so we could love one another but I was too confused to express my desires to him. Henry stood up as if he read my befuddled brain and pulled me to my feet causing my trousers to slip to the floor covering my feet, I kicked them off as he began to lead me towards a hallway.
We walked down and reached the first doorway, he pulled me gently inside and I saw a huge double bed which dominated the room, he led me across and began to strip off my jacket, collar, tie and shirt till I was standing there completely naked my penis standing out at right angles to my groin. Henry began stripping off slowly and sensuously making me tremble excitedly, I had seen women do strip teases before but this was something else he was so lithe, well muscled and tanned, his skin gleamed in the light as if oiled, I was nearly passing out as my body began to tremble and overheat. He had no tan lines at all and I wondered where he sun bathed in the nude, I was to find out later on but till then I just lapped up the incredible sight of his youthful body as he gyrated in front of me undressing.
Henry stripped naked and slowly weaved back and forth hypnotically like a cobra rising from the basket of a snake charmer playing his flute, he slowly approached me until I could feel his body heat on my pale white flesh. He slid his bronzed arms around my hips and pulled me to him our turgid cocks rubbed together as our bodies touched, I gasped then I kissed him feverishly gyrating my hips and rubbing my enraged cock against his groin. He returned my passion and we lip locked as we both gyrated together, his hands slid down my back slowly sensuously till he cupped my arse cheeks. He began to play and knead them as I became more and more aroused, my penis was aching and my balls hurt incredibly as our hands frantically explored each other's bodies.
My legs began to turn to jelly and I fell backwards pulling Henry with me onto the cool black satin sheets, Henry rolled off me and slid to the floor pushing my legs apart and opening my crotch to his view, he knelt there, a look of hunger and admiration on his youthful face. I couldn't believe that such a handsome obviously well to do young man could be interested in a tired worn out old sailor like me, he could have his choice of men but for some unfathomable reason he fancied me. I smiled at him and he grinned back saying, " I'm so happy I was in that bar tonight, I met you the sexiest sailor on the high seas, how lucky was I?"
I laughed and said, " Lucky I can't believe you think you are lucky, I'm no great catch Henry, I'm just a plain old worn out sailor, who needs a break from the traumatic action out on the oceans."
Henry looked deeply into my eyes and said, " No Charles you are a special person I knew it as soon as I saw you in the bar, there is something enigmatic about you but you exude sexuality from every pore of your stunning body."
I shook my head and he laughed then bowed to my crotch his wet tongue laved my lower abdomen, licking and stabbing into my navel as I squirmed on the couch, he worked his way up to my chest where he sucked and tongued on my nipples causing my body to tense and my whole system went into overdrive. I was now completely under his control as he played my body like a stringed instrument, his dancing tongue caressing my strings as he teased his way slowly down towards my aching throbbing genitals. My penis as hard as steel the blood surging through it maintaining my erection as Henry slowly licked his way back down my tensed twitching abdominal muscles.
He found my uncovered leaking helmet resting just above my navel and he licked across the oozing piss slit, a high voltage charge ran through my groin and exploded outwards through my body. His wet warm lips slid over my spongy knob pushing the foreskin down over the flared rim of my helmet, my glans was sending screaming messages to my brain as Henry swallowed my penis slowly into his warm wet mouth. The feeling of my purple knob impacting on his silken throat made me groan as I almost swooned in pleasure, I bucked hard into his mouth and he swallowed me deeply into his gullet.
I was suspended in a blissful haze of sheer undiluted pleasure as Henry's throat muscles worked my virginal penis, my body arching and retreating as I plunged into his wet warm silken manipulating throat. I was moaning loudly as he sucked on my cock, the wet slurping sounds matching the incredibly erotic motions as he enjoyed me, I was panting hard in what seemed like seconds, he murmured around my fat shaft give me your load the vibrations in his throat as he spoke caused me to climax as my gonads let loose my pent up load. Henry drank my semen as if it was a fine wine and once I was emptied he pulled off me smacking his lips and running his sexy tongue across his pink lips.
I lay back my eyes slitted, my chest heaving and my empty 7incher twitching as it bounced still excitedly trying to fire some extra rounds but it's magazines were both empty. My shrunken balls slipped back down stretching my tight scrotum until they nestled on the bed between my thighs, Henry knelt there a satisfied smile on his handsome face as he said, " Oh Charles that was some load you released it must have been dammed up for weeks, I loved every drop of your juices now I suppose I'd better finish getting a meal together for you, you must be starving by now."
I nodded languidly still coming down from the sexual heights Henry had sent me to, my body completely relaxed on the bed as my breathing returned to normal, Henry looked at me and asked, " Would you like a cigarette? I desperately need one myself after that incredible sex you gave me."
I nodded and replied, " Yes thank you Henry, thank you so much for what you just did I hope you enjoyed it as much as I did."
He grinned as he fished two Camel cigarettes from the soft packet on the bedside cupboard; placing the two untipped cigarettes in his mouth after tapping them on the flat wooden top he lit them with a Zippo lighter. I had seen these lighters used by the American servicemen I had worked with before the war and loved them they were much better than matches, which blew out so easily in the breeze. I vowed I would see if I could purchase one while in the States, he passed me a lit cigarette and I felt the moistness from his lips on the end as I sucked in a huge gout of the rich smoke. I loved the idea that his sweet lips had touched and encompassed my cigarette before mine, and my penis twitched as I puffed on the pungent tobacco.
Henry stood up and asked, " What would you like to eat Charles? You name it we've got it."
I looked at him and said, " Have you any fresh eggs? I'm completely sick of the powdered reconstituted eggs we get in England, I so miss the thick runny yolk when I break through the thin membrane of the egg."
My mouth was watering as I thought of the taste of fresh eggs and he grinned at me saying, " Well that sounds like a meal idea, how about a nice thick rump steak with fresh eggs and vegetables?"
My body so tormented since the war started by strict rationing leapt at the thought of a meal such as he offered, my face lit up as I smiled widely nodding enthusiastically as my saliva glands began working overtime. He bent down kissed me on the lips passing a mouthful of smoke into my mouth and I inhaled it hungrily knowing it had come from inside his sexy young body. He turned and walked towards the door as my eyes coursed over his rear end as it swayed erotically, the muscles tensing and relaxing as he walked slowly away, I'm sure he was putting on a show for my hungry eyes as he walked. His body moved fluidly and so sexily as I devoured him with my eyes.
My mind conjured up the hidden wonders between his powerfully muscled arse cheeks and I vowed I would investigate the depths of his deep cleft later after we had enjoyed our meal, he would be the desert and my tongue was itching to discover the tastes of his body. I lay back till I had finished the cigarette then stubbed it out in the ornate ash tray on the cupboard, I lay there my torso propped on my elbows as I stared at the doorway he had walked through, I could discern the sounds of him working in the kitchen and I decided I'd get up and go to assist him preparing dinner.
Sauntering out into the kitchen I was greeted by the charming sight of a naked stud wearing an apron to protect his jewels from the cooking, the sight of the wondrously bronzed arse cheeks peeking from the pure white apron was one of the most erotic images I'd ever witnessed. My cock stirred and I hurried across to kneel behind Henry my hands clasped his prominent pelvic bones as I began to kiss the warm bulging orbs of his divine arse. Henry moaned and nearly thrust his genitals into the lit gas; he stopped with a jerk just short of the edge of the enameled stove as the handle of the frying pan poked him in the navel.
Henry giggled and said, " Careful lover you nearly caused a disaster then, you surely don't want me to fry my cock and balls for your meal as well do you?" I shook my head and said, " No I want to eat them raw, then your sperm will serve as my desert and how tasty that will be I'm sure."
Henry wriggled in my grasp and pushed his muscular bottom back into my face as I kissed the cleavage dividing his mounded muscles, I inhaled the scents issuing from the depths of his crack and ran my tongue gently jestingly down the outside edge of his crevice. Henry moaned aloud and said, " Please Charles wait till after dinner when we can go back to bed and really enjoy each other completely."
I nodded with my tongue out dabbing up and down his aromatic warm flesh, and then I stood up and slid my arms around his waist, feeling his erection hidden under the apron as I pulled him back against me. I nestled my lips into the joint between his throat and shoulder kissing the smooth warm flesh as my eyes watched his heartbeat in the prominent jugular vein in the side of his silken throat. I slid my tongue up this pulsing pathway and nibbled on the fleshy lobe of his ear, Henry quivered and gasped loudly as my teeth nipped him then as my tongue tip invaded his ear hole he nearly had an orgasm on the spot.
He dropped the utensil he was using to flip the eggs and staggered against me moaning as his knees gave out and I had to support him until he regained his composure. He turned his flushed face to mine and we lip locked as our eager tongues tangled together, our passionate kisses, a flurry as we frantically kissed like woodpeckers hammering a tree. He pulled back and said, " Oh Charles please calm down or I'll orgasm here and now please relax until after we've eaten our dinner then I'm all yours to do what you want."
I grinned self consciously and backed off a little allowing Henry to get on with the chore of cooking, I asked where the crockery and cutlery were and began to set the table, Henry asked me to get a bottle of Red wine and open it to air at room temperature. He told me to go through the door in the corner, which led to the wine cellar. Opening the door I found the light switch and turned it on, making my way down the racks my skin began to develop goose bumps as the chill air caressed my body, I wandered along the many racks containing bottles of wine, chose a good French claret and hurried back up to the warmth of the kitchen.
Henry looked over as he heard me shut the door and he laughed uproariously as he stared at my cold reduced penis, it's fat purple head peering from the thick thatch of my pubic hair instead of protruding about 4 inches outwards. I looked down and blushed in embarrassment at my shrunken manhood saying, " Well it is very cool there in your wine cellar, how come it's like that?"
Henry said, " It's a quirk in the design of the building, that inner room is always much cooler than the surrounding rooms and it's insulated heavily, it makes an ideal storage area for wine and on a hot summer day it is a relief to go in there and I often sit in there to cool off for a while and escape New York's heat."
The meal was ready and we sat at the table with alacrity, I was almost drooling at the sight and aroma of the superbly cooked fare, my eyes locked on the two white and golden eggs staring back at me from the plate. Henry grinned at me and said, " Tuck in Charles before it cools off, I'm sure your ration deprived body is well able to handle that meal."
I fell to and hungrily devoured the superb meal and found I had finished long before Henry who was watching my ravenous attack on the food and smiling at my obvious enjoyment as I scoffed the tasty fare. I sat back rubbing my naked stomach and said, " Oh Henry that was superb you should be a chef in an International hotel, that is the best meal I've tasted in years my friend."
He grinned as he chewed on a mouthful, swallowed then blushed and said, " Thank you kind sir I appreciate your compliment but watching you enjoy your dinner was compliment enough."
I raised my crystal wine glass and toasted Henry then sipped on the wine, it too was superb and I rolled it about my mouth tasting it before swallowing the ruby red grape."
Henry finished eating and we placed the plates into the sink after rinsing them off, Henry poured two cups of coffee then suggested we adjourn to the bedroom again and relax to allow our dinner to settle. We sauntered into the bedroom our flaccid cocks swinging back and forth as we walked, reaching the slightly rumpled bed we sat and drank the steaming coffee, even this was magical after the muck we had to suffer in the old country when we could find or buy it.
We finished the coffee and placed the cups on the bedside cupboard and lay back kissing gently and hugging warmly together.
Here we leave the story, please let me know if you wish to hear more.