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Atlantic Express, Chapter 56 by justjames17.
After the attack by the four drunken oafs on the beach Bryce and the gunner Malcolm headed back to the Fox Hound leaving Charles and Peter together on the beach where they walked to a large sun bleached tree trunk that had washed up many years before, the two officers sat down discussing the brawl with Peter apologising for the behaviour of his countrymen. Charles told him to forget it because these things happened in all countries especially when drink was concerned. Peter replied saying, "Yes I know Charles but that is no excuse for those four following your two men such a distance then getting stuck into them, that showed it was deliberate & thought out."
Charles nodded and then said, "Yes that is a point but you can't help human nature. The four soldiers saw what to them were two homosexuals and felt threatened in some way and decided to fix the problem. I don't agree with their reaction but I can understand it."
Peter leant closer to Charles slipping his arm about his waist as he snuggled his head on Charles' shoulder, he sighed and said, "Let's forget about their behaviour, we can't waste our precious time together talking about such unpleasantries."
Charles turned his head and pressed his lips to Peter's close-cropped blond hair his hand dropped to the young man's thigh giving it a squeeze as Peter tensed his muscles increasing the pleasure for them both. Peter lifted his face to Charles and they kissed deeply and tenderly, both men's cocks throbbing into life again under the tropical stars. They slid off the huge log and lay together their bodies making full contact as they kissed and rubbed together.
Back up the beach Bryce and Malcolm reached the tall wharf and walked underneath into the inky shadow, they moved up towards the start of the pier where the lay together in the darkness and removed each other's clothing before Malcolm slipped his hard hot penis into and up Bryce's tight juice slippery rear end. Bryce bit his lip to stop himself shouting out with pleasure as he felt Malcolm's cock cannon slice into his twitching twot, Malcolm moaned softly in his ear, "Ooooh blimey Bryce your so tight and hot I love feeding my cock up your sweet little arse."
Malcolm stirred his hips about swizzling his stiffy about in the molten mushy cock-swallowing chute making Bryce shake and shiver in pleasure. He moved to turn his face to the gunner and their tongues entwined as Malcolm began to slide back and forth punching into Bryce's brilliant behind. Overhead the sound of footsteps echoed as the shore leave crews of the two destroyers moved back and forth along the pier. The two lovers thinking of how exciting it was to be enjoying sex right under their unsuspecting feet.
Ashore in military headquarters senior officers of the commando training unit were in deep discussion about the movement of their latest trainees, the training was complete and the men were ready to be sent into the field against the Japanese horde trying to make their way over the Kokoda Track to take Port Moresby giving them a jumping off point for their assault on Australia. It was decided that they would ask for assistance from both destroyers currently in port, they hoped the British and Australian naval commands would give them permission to use Fox Hound and Stuart to transport the men to New Guinea.
Signals were encoded and sent off into the ether to the pertinent headquarters, Colombo and Sydney, now they had to await the replies before their plans could be implemented. Meanwhile out two couples had reached their climaxes and copious amounts of sperm had been exchanged, their bodies cooled after the exertion as they lay still coupled together kissing and fondling in the darkness. The men slid apart and climbed struggling to their feet on the soft sand before tidying their clothes and making their ways back to their duties, the three sailors to the Fox Hound and Peter after making his sad farewell headed for the barracks at the camp up in the jungle behind Cairns. They hoped the brass hats would agree to the use of the two destroyers rather than wait for the return of the steamer that had left for Port Moresby just a few days ago.
Meanwhile Charles had returned to Fox Hound and retired for the night after checking all was well with the duty officer, Charles showered then dried off and stretched out on his bunk lying there reminiscing over the incredible evening he had shared with the young commando officer. Charles dropped off into a deep slumber and slept through the night awakening at just after dawn, he yawned and climbed out of the bunk to wash up then donned a clean uniform as Bradley appeared with his morning meal. Fresh food made a huge difference to his repast much more palatable than the powdered eggs and other long life foods carried by the naval vessels.
Charles dawdled over his final cup of tea chatting with Bradley before he finally decided to put in an appearance on the bridge; he walked onto the bridge and the duty crew immediately smartened up watching their captain to assess his mood. Charles was in a relaxed frame of mind and after returning the salutes he sat on his bridge stool, cap pulled low to shield his eyes from the bright tropical sun and gazing across the harbour to the thick mangrove forests around the edges. He observed a pair of white headed sea eagles hunting from the point nearby and admired their beauty and sleekness as they dived down snatching unwary fish from the water then flying back up to their huge nest in the tree tops to feed their hungry young.
Charles thoughts returned to last night and the encounter with Peter, the handsome fit young commando lieutenant who had conquered his heart. He wondered how long Fox Hound would be permitted to laze about in Cairns before those who decided these things called on her to carry out a new mission, he hoped not for a few days at least. Charles desperately wanted to cement his relationship with the dashing young Australian officer. Charles gaze drifted across towards HMAS Stuart moored on the opposite side of the pier and saw Samuel her captain also relaxed on her bridge he threw him a salute and it was returned with a large cheerful grin.
Charles returned to his day dream of Peter and how accomplished a lover he was for so young a man, of course his fitness and incredible penis helped to make him a truly fantastic lover but the lad was also so affectionate and loving into the bargain. Charles felt his cock stiffening, just remembering their molten tryst up on the bluff stirred him and he looked across to check it out and was amazed that it was readily visible from the bridge. He smiled to himself thinking thank goodness it had been a dark night or who knows who might have seen them at it.
Charles surreptitiously adjusted himself and squirmed in the seat, Bryce standing at the rear of the bridge saw his captain's action and grinned to himself, knowing Charles was thinking of Peter. He nudged Malcolm who was officer of the watch and smirked nodding towards the captain they both smiled although it caused Malcolm to wince from the bruising to his mouth and jaw. Charles enjoyed the warm sun and the warmth generated inside him from his memories as his cock throbbed away tightly held in his fast becoming moist underwear.
Bryce moved across to check the weather station on the bridge and tapped the barometer the needle dropped slightly but not in a worrying fashion, it looked as though the calm hot weather would persist and if so maybe they could get in some swimming when their watch finished. The idea of frolicking in the warm sea a pleasant thought as he strolled back to the centre of the bridge standing beside the brass engine room telegraph, its polished surface reflecting the bright sunlight.
The bridge crew could hear young voices raised in joy as a small group of local boys messed about splashing, swimming and playing in the smooth sea near the pier. Bryce moved across to stand on the bridge wing watching the fun and admiring the young lads fit tanned bodies, their wet shorts clung to their bodies giving tantalising glimpses of their hidden wonders. Malcolm strolled across to lean beside Bryce watching the frolicking lads, they both smiled at the sight of the smooth youngsters enjoying themselves.
At military headquarters the brass had sent their request to Sydney about using the two destroyers to carry the unit North to New Guinea and awaited the reply, they knew it would tack time as a British vessel was involved but they felt confident that both ships could be permitted to carry out the task, one would be able to do the job but the men would be jammed in like sardines in a can. Peter meanwhile was out with his platoon sweating hard as the carried out a run through the obstacle course set up in the jungle. He and his men were gasping for air in the close humidity as they leapt, climbed crawled through the various obstacles set up. Their heavy packs dragged on their hot tired bodies as the forced themselves to finish the course in a record time while their sodden uniforms chaffed their flesh.
The trial over all the men collapsed on the ground chest heaving trying to suck oxygen from the hot humid air, peter was proud of his young men as they had just set a new time over the difficult course. He congratulated the lads as soon as his breathing permitted and was rewarded by the smiles of pride that they had set a new mark for others to attempt to better. Peter knew that when they reached New Guinea the terrain would be even worse than what they experienced here and he prayed his men could adapt readily to the ordeal. Peter wondered how the lads up there could be holding back the Japanese horde, he knew they were not front line troops yet they seemed to be holding their own under impossible conditions from all reports.
Peter struggled to his feet wiping the stinging sweat from his eyes as he swatted at the annoying biting insects that seemed to thrive in the jungle, his men groaned as they saw their officer settle his pack and grasp his Owen gun, they knew he was about to order them to their aching feet. Peter called the men to attention and they struggled up straightening their kit before lining up at attention. He gave the order to quick march and the columns began to march off back towards base as they started singing, "It's a Long Way to Tipperary."
The birds in the surrounding trees flew rapidly away from the sound of their voices as the men marched briskly back down the track towards the coast. The dust rose up from their boots coating their damp sweaty skin and uniforms, Peter called a break after 30 minutes and they all took a drink of tepid water from their canteens. A short break and away they marched again finally arriving at the base and collapsing onto their bunks in the camouflaged tents in full kit too tired to initially even drop their heavy packs. Peter left his lads to recuperate and he made his way to headquarters to see the C.O. and ask if any news of their impending departure had come in.
The Colonel in charge of the base greeted the red faced sweaty young lieutenant with a smile as he returned Peter's salute; the man was well pleased with this young lad and his platoon of men their work ethic amazed him, they were by far the best bunch he'd had the pleasure of training and stood out from the other platoons in their battalion, and he had trained thousands of young soldiers moulding them into commandoes. He realised that the lieutenant was the person responsible for his men's work ethic and knew they would follow him anywhere. The colonel offered Peter a drink and they sat at the desk sipping a whisky together as he congratulated Peter on his men's effort over the course today. Peter blushed and smiled at the man's praise but he too was proud of his little unit and he drove them to hopefully toughen them enough to go into combat in the Owen Stanleys when they arrived up there.
Peter's mind drifted as he sat there, he pictured Charles naked on the grass last night as he was making love to him, his brain swirled with pent up emotions that he knew were virtually useless as they would soon be parted permanently as Charles' ship was sent off on some mission or other. He hoped they could get together at least once more before they parted as he felt his love for the older Englishman was so strong. Peter let the Colonel drone on as he mentally relived his amazing luck of meeting Charles.
Little did Peter know that plans were afoot to transport his battalion on the two destroyers if the Navy agreed to their request? The two officers chatted for a while longer, once Peter dragged his mind back to the situation. The colonel finally told Peter to go take a shower and change out of his grubby uniform. Peter thanked the older soldier and saluted before about turning and marching out to his tent where he stripped to his underwear and grabbed his towel and soap then headed for the ablution block. He dropped his underpants and slipped under the shower pulling on the cord to start the flow once wet he stopped the water and lathered himself enjoying the feel of his hands rubbing on his slick muscular body. As he showered he imagined it was Charles fondling him and soon he was sporting a hard on, luckily he was alone so he wanked like a mad man and spurted sperm onto the duckboards on the floor. He trembled and held onto the plywood partition separating the showers; his knees were shaking and felt like jelly as he stood head bowed on his chest gasping heavily.
Once he'd recovered he rinsed and dried off then wrapped his towel around his slim waist he trotted to his tent to dress again feeling refreshed and happy now his balls were not under pressure. Peter planned on going swimming later in the day as the sun lowered he wondered if Charles would see him on the beach and come ashore to join him. He flopped onto his bunk and lay there naked soon falling asleep after his strenuous exercise, shower and hot wank; the gentle breeze off the sea caressed his naked body cooling him as he slept.
Two hours later he awoke feeling refreshed and raring to go, he got up and pulled on a pair of shorts without underwear he slipped on a shirt and sandals made sure he had his identity card then grabbed his towel and headed off through the guarded entrance gates after flashing his id then hitched a lift down to the shore in a passing jeep. Peter jumped from the jeep thanking the driver and walked towards the pier looking at the Fox Hound hoping to see Charles. He saw the group of young lads messing about in the water and grinned at their antics, he looked up at the bridge and saw the two blokes he and Charles had helped out and he grinned and waved up to them. Bryce and Malcolm grinned and waved back then he saw the officer turn and speak to someone not visible.
In a minute he spotted Charles appear beside the other two and the captain waved and grinned down at him happily. Peter felt his heart thumping in his chest at the sight of the handsome man as he waved eagerly back. Charles called down to him, "Stay there I'll join you shortly."
Peter was overjoyed and he dropped his towel and peeled off his already sweaty shirt dropping it beside the towel on the white sand. He sat down then stretched out in the sun flexing his body as he stretched, the young lads stopped their frolics to stare entranced at the bronzed god lying on their beach. The sight was truly awesome and the lads whispered to one another while admiring Peter's body. Other soldiers enjoying the beach hardly interested these lads at all, they were almost mesmerised by Peter's superb build and the huge bulge in those baggy khaki army shorts.
Minutes passed while Charles went below to change into an old pair of shorts, he dug out a pair of old plimsolls to wear on his feet and Bradley handed him a fresh towel wishing him luck as Charles thanked him and left the cabin. He hurried ashore and almost ran along the long pier, he was so eager to be with Peter once again, he bounded off the end dropping onto the soft sand and hurried down the beach to plonk himself next to his lover. The boys watched the new development as the tall older man joined their idol and tossed off his shirt, they ogled Charles' build and compared the two men, but Peter won by a good margin mainly because he was younger and even more muscular than Charles.
Charles lay back beside Peter enjoying the sun and the company as they chatted quietly together while the boys began romping about once more.
To be continued.