Date: Sat, 10 Jan 2009 21:28:24 -0800 (PST)
From: James Jones <jacanakid21@yahoo.com>
Subject: Atlantic Express Ch 64

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      Atlantic Express, Chapter 64, Kokoda Pt 6, by justjames17.



Charles suffered a severe head injury when Fox Hound was torpedoed and sunk on
the way up to New Guinea; he is ensconced in the military base hospital in Port
Moresby suffering from a gashed head, concussion with possible complications.
Peter Bentley his young commando lieutenant was eager to see him and found him
propped up in bed suffering from a massive headache. Bryce and Lieutenant
Douglas, the gunnery officer called in to see their captain then left when they
had filled Charles in on the survivors. They left the ward and stopped outside
the building as Bryce turned to Malcolm and said, "The captain looks terrible
doesn't he?"

The lieutenant nodded and said, "Yes his eyes look weird sort of not quite the
same size or something, I don't like the look of him at all. I hope the quacks
are on his case properly."

Charles vision was altering constantly one minute it would be as clear as a bell
the next it was as if a fog had descended, everything turned muzzy, Peter
sitting beside the bed seemed to fade from sight spasmodically. Charles also was
feeling bouts of biliousness, he felt as if he would vomit then it would subside
again, he felt decidedly unwell. The doctor made his rounds and he examined
Charles pupils with a small torch and found them to be reacting differently and
the pupils were of unequal size, this was a new development and he immediately
ordered an X-ray of Charles skull. Peter was bundled out to leave Charles to
rest and protesting he left the ward returning to his own bed.

Charles lay there in the bed under the slowly spinning ceiling fan that stirred
the humid air somewhat and cooled his feverish body as it sweated, his stomach
spasmed and before he could ring for the nurse he spewed all over the edge of
his bed and onto the polished linoleum on the floor below. The nurse came after
he pushed the bell button and saw the mess called for an orderly to bring a mop
and bucket, she slid the soiled sheet from under Charles and tossed it aside
then removed his messy pyjama top dropping it to where the sheet lay. She told
Charles she would be right back and hurried out to get fresh linen and a clean
top for her distressed patient.

She returned with a second nurse and between them they managed to slip a new
sheet under Charles getting him to roll onto one side as they put on the sheet
then rolling back onto the fresh sheet as they pulled the other half tight and
tucked it in. They bathed Charles and redressed him in clean pyjamas. Charles
thanked them although the movement had caused his pounding headache to increase
in ferocity; the nurses settled him down and administered some painkillers the
doctor had prescribed. Charles laid back eyes closed and teeth gritted until the
pills worked their magic, he relaxed as the throbbing subsided to a dull ache
and he fell into a fitful drugged slumber.

The movement of his bed being wheeled from the ward down the corridor to where
the massive x-ray machine was housed awaked Charles, he was transferred gently
onto the fixed table then the orderlies left the room and the operator moved
behind a lead divider and started the machine, a dull humming permeated the room
as the machine took pictures of Charles skull. The operator stopped the machine
and moved Charles head turning it to the opposite side and again went to his
post and switched on the equipment. Once he had finished the doctor's orders
Charles was again eased back onto the bed and wheeled back to the ward. The
operator developed the pictures and set them aside in an envelope with Charles
name on it to be given to the doctor on his next rounds.

Charles lay on the bed awaiting his evening meal and when it was brought even
though he was hungry he only picked at the food leaving half of it on the
plates, but he drank down the terrible tepid hospital cup of tea with relish as
he was parched. The orderly came and collected the tray as the nurse entered to
administer his evening pain killers, she handed him the tablets and poured out a
glass of water handing it to Charles who slipped the two pills into his mouth
and washed them down with the water before handing back the glass and thanking
her. The lights were dimmed and he was left to sleep, during the night he was
awoken by the feeling of a wet warm mouth on his cock, he opened his eyes in the
dim light and saw a figure bent over the bed at his midriff.

The sloppy wet mouth bobbing up and down on his incredibly hard cock caused
Charles to tense his loins and thus flex his tingling tossle, the unknown
fellator paused in mid bob as he realised Charles had awoken, he moved around so
he could look up the bed towards the top and saw Charles eyes fastened upon him,
Peter smiled around the big fat pole and he winked at Charles. Charles moaned
softly so as not to arouse the other patient or alert the night nurse outside at
her station, Peter lifted his head and whispered, "I hope your headache is
better Charles and what I'm doing doesn't bring it on again."

Charles could feel the dull throbbing behind his eyes but was able to tolerate
it as Peter went down on him again his lips tight wrapped around Charles big
boner as his tongue tip dabbled at his frenulum exciting the myriad of nerves
there. The feelings zooming through Charles groin spread quickly outwards racing
through his nervous system to explode in his brain in an eruption of sexual
fever, this caused his head to spin and his headache to intensify. He was
moaning due to both stimulation and pain as his nuts tightened and Peter suckled
hard to draw out his rich creamy seed, Charles hips arched up causing his aching
head to press onto the pillow harder aggravating his pain. The release of his
pent up semen was worth the increase in his headache as his over full gonads
pumped out into Peter's gobbling gob.

Peter drained him dry and lifted his handsome head from Charles' crotch to smile
at his recumbent lover, as he took Charles hand in his holding it gently feeling
his lover trembling in his grasp. Peter brought Charles' hand to his lips and
kissed the palsied appendage then he whispered softly, "I love you so incredibly
much Charles Wentworth, this is goodbye my love I'm being sent back up the track
tomorrow morning."

Charles heard his words and a chill went through him thinking of his young lover
risking his life in the fetid jungle fighting the demonic soldiers of Japan so
skilled at jungle warfare. Charles wished he could share his bed and body with
the dashing young officer but knew it was impossible, as the nurse would be
making her rounds shortly. Peter kissed Charles on the lips; their tongues
embraced each other sliding together joyously in a warm bath of saliva. Peter
pulled away kissed Charles on the tip of his nose then brushed his lips across
each closed eye a brief kiss on the forehead below the turban of bandages and he
whispered, "Fare thee well Charles till we meet again my love."

Peter crept to the open window unlatched the wire screen opening it and slipped
out into the night closing the screen behind him then crept back to his own ward
slipping into his bed and snuggling up to his pillow as he dropped off to sleep.
Charles lay there awake his headache beginning to pound once more, the nurse
appeared and saw he was awake and asked him if he needed more pain relief,
Charles croaked that he did and she administered two more pills and a glass of
water to help him swallow them.

Bryce had returned to the barracks where the rest of the Fox Hound's lower rank
survivors were housed and he told the men of Charles condition, Bradley was
perturbed to hear his friend and captain was so low and vowed to somehow get
into the hospital to see him. Bryce told him that it wasn't possible he'd only
got in because the gunner had taken him, Bradley asked Bryce to see if the
gunner would take him along as he was sure Charles would be happy to see him and
know that he was ok. Bryce nodded and said that he'd ask Mr Douglas to drive the
old man to see the skipper.

Next morning the doctor arrived and was given Charles' X-rays and they confirmed
a nasty hairline fracture in Charles' skull, he needed complete bed rest to
allow it to knit but there was nothing else to be done except help the patient
with pain relief. Bryce contacted Malcolm and asked if he could take the steward
to see Charles, the gunner agreed and told Bryce to let Bradley know he'd be by
to pick him up at 1300 hours. Bradley was overjoyed to hear the news and bolted
down the noon meal then had a quick shower and a shave in preparation to see
Charles.

He paced up and down outside the barracks impatiently waiting for the gunner to
appear. The gunner drove up at 1255 in a jeep and saw the white haired old
steward outside looking spic and span and smiling broadly at the sight of him
and the jeep. Bradley climbed aboard the open jeep and with a crunch of gears it
jerked away heading for the hospital, they drove through the bomb damaged town
dodging craters blown in the roadway being filled up by the pioneers, the dawn
air raid had been a light one so the damage was minimal. The anti aircraft
batteries had shot one plane from the sky and kept the enemy at maximum height
trying to avoid the bombardment.

The hospital disguised under camouflage netting came into view and the jeep was
stopped at the gates by the uniformed and armed military police that checked
their papers and waved them through. They parked the jeep and made their way
inside to the reception desk where they asked to see Charles, the nurse on duty
refused them permission but Bradley stuck to his guns explaining that he was
Charles' steward and that they had been together all through the war and before
that when Charles had his first command. The nurse took pity on the old man and
said they could go through but not to excite Charles or upset him in anyway.

Bradley thanked her and said the last thing he would want to do was upset his
captain in any way, she watched Bradley walk slowly down the corridor and
thought how old and frail he appeared. Bradley turned into the ward where
Charles lay quietly on the bed, he paused to look at his friend and saw the
ungainly turban of bandages wrapped about his head and the dark circles around
his eyes and he felt a huge lump in his throat at the sight. Bradley slowly
approached the bed and stood beside it reached out and took Charles hand in his,
Charles opened his eyes and saw his trusted old friend staring at him with tears
in his eyes.

Charles croaked out, "Bradders it's so good to see you my friend are you ok
after the sinking? I've been so worried about you."

Bradley nodded unable to speak as he tried to swallow the huge lump formed in
his throat by the emotion of the moment, he squeezed Charles hand in his and
finally replied, "I'm fine thank you Charles but I'm very worried about you.
What do the doctors say?"

Charles sighed and replied, "They say I have a crack in my hard head, something
I never ever thought could happen. Don't worry dear friend I'll be as good as
new soon."

Bradley nodded agreeing with his captain but in his mind was worried for
Charles, he sat beside the bed keeping Charles company until the nurse finally
came and chased him out, as Charles dressings needed changing. Bradley rejoined
the gunner and they left the hospital and Malcolm dropped Bradley off at the
barracks.

The naval command in Port Moresby had informed Colombo of the loss of the Fox
Hound and the status of her crew, the British decided that the crew be
transferred by sea back to Colombo and that Charles should be shipped there as
soon as he was fit to travel. They had decided due to his injuries that he would
be shipped back to England to take up a shore post once he had convalesced,
Charles sea going days were over and Hitler was trapped in Berlin as the Russian
forces crushed the German resistance while the allies dawdled allowing the
Russians to wreak havoc.

Peter Bentley survived the war and was demobbed holding the rank of captain; he
received mail from Charles after he was shipped to England. Charles invited him
to join him on his estate and Peter travelled by sea to join Charles and found
when he arrived at Charles home that Bradley answered the door greeting him as
an old friend. Charles and Peter lived together happily and are today in their
80's and 90's and still as much in love as ever.

This is the last chapter of this narrative, I have loved writing about Charles
and his adventures but all good things cum to an end and sadly the saga
finishes. Thanks for reading the story and the comments of support I have
received from you have kept me going.


                               The End.

Sadly I've come to the end of this naval saga, thanks to all the readers
who have stuck with it through thick & thin. Its sad to end this tale as
the characters are like family now. God bless you all & thanks to Nifty for
the great site where we can post our efforts.

Hugs, james x