Destiny's Child
Part 2
"Martin, it's good to see you again Boy. You've grown a little since you were last on board."
"Thank you Captain. I guess I have grown up inside and out since losing Mum and Dad."
"Yes, I was sorry to hear about that. Mr. David let us know but none of the family or Trustees have been on board since."
"No they won't. As far as they are concerned you are all just an asset on the books. I am having lots of fights with David trying to take more control of my inheritance. If I win, the yacht will be taken out of charter and I will use it a great deal. I want it to be like a second home until I grow into the house."
Martin was laughing as he said the last bit. Sam knew the house, having been there several times when Martin's father had been alive. He knew it to be a beautiful and welcoming home, but for a young boy like Martin the sixteen bedrooms and numerous reception rooms and offices associated with a large house and estate must have been rather daunting.
"I would welcome that and I'm sure my crew would as well. Charter guests can be quite trying."
Sat comfortably in the twin chairs on the bridge Captain Samuels brought up the subject of Jack Steele. His wireless officer had given him the details when he came on board.
"Now Martin, what am I going to do with Able Seaman Steele, I should fire him and get a replacement before we sail."
"Oh no, please don't. I have sorted it all out with him. He is actually a very nice person. We had a long talk in my cabin and I like him. Would it be possible to have someone train him to be my personal steward and valet while I'm on board? I will ask Robert Cooper to tell David I have taken on a new valet so that you can engage another seaman."
Martin had a twinkle in his eyes because the first fight in the courts had reached the ears of everyone in the companies that Martin owned.
Captain Samuels wasn't a Captain because he was an idiot. He knew his crew and he had a good idea about his employer, so he too was smiling as he replied.
"Oh, I think that could be arranged. He is a very handsome young man isn't he? I'm sure he would be an asset to the reception crew on board."
Enough said on that subject.
"The whole crew has changed since you were last on board. I thought a younger crew would be more appropriate with a young owner so I let the others go as soon as their contracts expired. I thought cocktails at 1800 with all the crew so that you could meet them all in one go."
"Oh yes please, I've met Jack and several of the others, but only briefly. It would be nice to have a longer talk with them. I think my flight crew may be coming on board for a few days as well. Can we treat them as guests if they do?"
Sam laughed.
"We can do anything you like within the law, this is your yacht remember."
"Oh good. I have lots of ideas for what I want to do if I spend more time on here. I know David will be a pain over extra expense but I have a huge allowance so I can use that to start with."
What Martin wanted to do was put stewards into sexy uniforms to start with. He also wanted to convert one of the other suites into a state of the art office for himself. He had every intention of gradually taking over his assets. Of course he would have a fight with David and his trustees, but that didn't worry him, not while he had Robert looking out for him. He thought that by the time he took complete control when he was 21 he would be totally on top of everything to do with his inheritance.
First though, the cocktail party. Everyone had showered and changed into their smartest uniforms to meet the owner officially.
Martin was pleased with the officers. They looked like Royal Naval officers in their white shorts, long socks and Doeskin shoes. The white shirts all had the loops to take their epaulets and that looked good as well. The remainder of the crew were wearing beige shorts, white shirts and deck shoes. After introductions were complete Martin spent time with each group. He noted that they gravitated to same duty groups.
"Please everyone. I know you are a new crew and it is probably natural to keep to your own groups, but I hope this will be a friendly crew so seeing seamen mixing with stewards and all of you mixing with the galley staff would make that transition much easier."
They all started to laugh as they realised what they were doing and immediately mixed together.
"Having said that I'm now going to sound like I'm being divisive, but I would like to change the uniforms of each group. I will discuss it with Captain Samuels, but my first comment still applies. I hope we will become a very relaxed group. I'm much too young to be a stuffy owner so please call me Martin. I don't like Sir or Boss or any of those kind of words."
The conversation quickly became more relaxed and the youngest crew members were curious enough about Martin to ask him direct questions.
"No big mystery. My grandfather made an enormous fortune which he left directly to me. That was something to do with tax advantage. My father ran everything very well until he died. Now I have a guardian that is a pain, and a group of trustees that are all bean counters. I have to put up with them for another five years, but I have a wonderful Rottweiler who helps me overcome their interference. His name is Robert Cooper, and you can take it to the bank that while he is alive anything he says concerning my estate is true."
The young crew members thought this owner might well be great fun to work for. They imagined lots of young people being around with lots of parties, of course they didn't yet know that it would probably be mainly guy's only parties.
When the party had run its course and the crew returned to their duties Martin sat with the captain to discuss his ideas for the crew uniforms.
"In my luggage I have a pair of shorts that my grandfather used to wear when he was younger. They are from the Fred Perry range and I think they are very stylish. I hate these baggy shorts that are so popular."
What he didn't say to Sam was that because they were tailored shorts they would show a nice bulge if any of the crew members had big cocks.
"What I would like is for the service crew to have them in the same pale blue as my sample, the deck crew to have them in beige and the galley crew to have them in dark blue. All of them to have white shirts, but with their name embroidered above their left pocket. I have seen these new style deck shoes that look as though they have been moulded to the feet. I would like all the crew to have them. If we make the first stop St. Barts, or St. Martin, we would find a tailor to make them and getting the shoes would be much easier. Any of the expense you can't justify I'll pay for from my allowance. I'll get it back from David when I get home."
Martin laughed as he said the last bit, soon to be joined by Sam.
"I think the next few years might prove quite amusing until you run your own affairs completely. I'm pleased I already know Robert Cooper because I am sure we will be talking frequently. Mr. David will probably want my hide for backing you."
Martin thought about this.
"You had better make sure you have my contact details before I leave the yacht Captain. If David makes any move to replace you, you must call me, I'll sort it."
More laughter before Martin retired to the upper deck to look round the harbour and think about what he was going to do with his month.
He arrived on deck just in time to watch the racing yachts coming alongside the jetties and rafting up. They had obviously been racing and the camaraderie among the crews immediately struck a chord with him. Perhaps he would buy a small yacht and race when he was here as well. He had learnt to sail from an early age with his grandfather, and continued learning with his father.
Scanning the crews, Martin noticed a young Asian boy on one of the yachts. Because of his position, high on the deck of his yacht, Martin found it difficult to judge his size until he stood next to a mature crew member. He was a little disappointed because the boy looked very attractive but was quite small, so probably only just into his teens. The boy looked up at him and their eyes met. Martin gasped. He was much more than just attractive, he was what Martin termed, Drop Dead Gorgeous, (DDG). He waved and the boy returned the wave and smiled. For Martin, that was it, he walked down to the quarterdeck and over the side to the main jetty. It was only about 20 yards to the yacht the boy was on and Martin stood at the bow looking at this Asian boy who hopped off to talk.
"Hello, my name is Martin."
"My name is Yoshi, I'm pleased to meet you Martin."
They shook hands and Martin thought that he might be in love, ha, ha.
"You all look as though you have had fun this afternoon and I wanted to find out what you have been up to."
"Oh, I've been racing with my uncle. We are in the middle of the AYC High Tide Series. We only have two more races on Wednesday and that's it. I don't suppose I will race again then until the Heineken in St. Martin. I have to go back to school after the New Year."
"How old are you then Yoshi?"
"I'm fifteen. How old are you?"
"I'm sixteen and I'm not going back to school, well I hope I'm not. I have to win the fight with my guardian to be sure."
Both boys laughed.
"Would your uncle allow you to come on board my yacht, and even stay for dinner. I would arrange a car to take you home afterwards."
Yoshi looked surprised and then asked.
"Your yacht?"
"Yes, my grandfather left it to me when he died. When my father died my guardians took control of my inheritance, including the yacht, but I use it when I want to."
"Gosh, you are lucky Martin. I would like to. Let me ask my uncle."
Yoshi climbed back on board and came back a few minutes later with his uncle.
"Hello Martin, I'm Ian Fallon, Yoshi is my Godson and my nephew. Do you have a guardian with you on your yacht?"
"I'm pleased to meet you Sir. No, but Captain Samuels would be responsible for Yoshi if you allow him to come to dinner."
"I think that would be in order, but I would like to meet your Captain and sort out transport."
"I understand Sir, and Yoshi can shower on the yacht. We won't stand on ceremony for dinner so he can continue to wear his sailing clothes."
"Oh, I'm sure he has a change of clothes in his bag, we would probably have had dinner here anyway."
The arrangements for Yoshi's transport were satisfactory to Ian and a curfew of eleven o clock was put on him. Martin was delighted.
Gosh, his day was looking good. A romp with Jack, and now this DDG Asian boy who would obviously shower in Martin's suite, he couldn't have been happier.
In the suite and Martin led the events that followed.
"I can slip you into another suite if you like Yoshi, or you can shower here in mine."
"Oh, I'll shower here, I won't make extra work for your crew."
He stripped to the waist before wrapping a towel round him and dropping his shorts and underpants. Martin was disappointed, he hoped to see everything. What he could see though was delightful.
"You look Japanese, Yoshi, but not completely."
Yoshi laughed. "I am. My father is English, it is my mother who is Japanese."
"You are very lucky. I have heard that Eurasian boys and girls are nearly always very handsome and beautiful. You are proof of that."
The blush made Yoshi look even more gorgeous to Martin's eyes.
"Thank you Martin, but my sister is the beautiful one, I'm sure you would love her."
Martin laughed as he replied. "I would probably like her because she is your sister, but I don't think I would love her."
Yoshi was very forward with his next comment.
"Do you love Eurasian boys then Martin?"
"I have only ever seen one, and I think I could grow to love him very easily because he is so handsome, and appears to have such an engaging personality."
Yoshi walked up close to Martin and kissed him very briefly on the lips.
"Thank you Martin. I think I might like that."
Martin wanted to sing with pleasure. He was sure sex with this beautiful boy would be a wondrous experience, but he thought he would like more from this relationship. He could satisfy his sexual urges with Jack, but if he was lucky he could have a long term friend and lover here.
When Yoshi came out of the bathroom he dropped his towel to put clean underpants on. The sight made Martin gasp and his eyes fill with tears.
"Oh, Yoshi. You are the most beautiful boy I have ever seen in my life."
A shy smile before moving in to plant another gentle kiss on Martin's lips, and then Yoshi completed his dressing.
Dinner was taken with the three ships officers and was a lively affair. The officers were very interested in their owner and his young guest. For Martin it was very useful because the officers asked Yoshi questions that he would want the answers to later.
Yoshi was from a fairly wealthy family. His father was a business consultant and both father and uncle were enthusiastic sailors. The yacht that Yoshi had raced on was owned jointly by the brothers. Yoshi's father was in New York on business but hoped to be home in time for Christmas.
"Oh please Yoshi. Ask your family if they would join me here for Christmas Lunch."
"We could remain here until Yoshi goes back to school couldn't we Captain Samuels?"
"We can do whatever you like Martin, it's your yacht."
Martin laughed, "Of course it is."
Martin didn't want to part from this new friend so it was right on the limit that Yoshi piled into a taxi to be taken home.
"Please come back tomorrow Yoshi. We can do anything you like, but I would like to spend the whole day with you."
"I'll ask my uncle, but I'm sure that will be fine."
He was grasping the card Martin had given him with all the yacht contact details.
One very tired, but very happy sixteen year old fell into bed, asleep almost before his head hit the pillow. ++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++ All the four Ss for Martin in the next part, sun, sand, sea and sex.