I have written four, quite long chapters to this story. The end of chapter four is a natural stopping point without it closing out the story. If enough of you show an interest in me continuing it I can keep it going to book length I think.
I have photos of what I think the first three young men to appear in the story, look like. Happy to email them to you if you ask.
The story has a reasonable amount of sex between teenage boys, but nothing terribly raunchy, so far!
Destiny's Child
Part 1
"I'm going to spend Christmas and New Year on the yacht, Uncle David."
Martin knew immediately that was going to be the start of another verbal fight, but he needed to exert his independence.
"No you aren't young man. The yacht is on charter during those two periods."
"Well the charter company can allocate another yacht to take the guests. There is no point in me owning a yacht if I can't use it when I want to. As far as I'm concerned the yacht should not be in a charter programme. Starting next year I'm going to be using it so much it will be a pointless exercise to keep it there."
"It is more economical to let it be chartered some of the year."
"Bugger the economics, David. I'm never going to be able to spend what I've got, and I'm never going to get married or produce an heir, so I'm going to spend the lot."
David, as always thought like a bean counter and Martin thought like an incredibly wealthy young man that was gay.
"You will spend the holiday with us the same as always."
"I will not. Do I have to remind you what happened last time you blocked my wishes. I'll get the same result again because what I am asking is not unreasonable."
David winced. Last year, when Martin was only fifteen he had used that odious old man, Robert Cooper and taken his two guardians and the trustees of his estate to the high court to get access to the full accounts of his trust fund, and persuaded the judge that they should pay all the legal fees out of their own pockets, not out of his funds.
"Very well, I suppose Cooper put you up to this again."
"No, he didn't, and I would appreciate it if you were to use a more polite method of talking about him. Robert is as dear to me as my grandfather was, and he is the only person in the world that takes my side against you and the trustees who continue to bully me at every opportunity. While we are having our usual fight you might as well know that I am not going back to school, I am not going to university and I'm going to use tons of my money to help deserving charities. If you dare to try and stop me I will get Robert to tie you up in court and I'll bankrupt the lot of you."
David was seething. This precocious and arrogant sixteen year old was talking to him as though he were one of the servants.
"We'll see, young man, we'll see."
"Oh, and I'm going to fly down to join the yacht in the company jet."
David grunted and strode out of the study, which was where most of the battles took place. Martin loved the study because it reminded him of his grandfather. Everything had been left as was, even the small desk and captain's chair that he had used when grandfather was still alive and he was hardly out of nappies.
"This will all be yours one day my boy, and this place is the centre of your empire."
Martin was only ten when grandpapa had died, but he still remembered that as his opening expression when they were together here.
All business like now, Martin sat at grandfather's desk and dialled the number for the flight crew.
"Captain Anderson, this is Martin Martin. I will need the jet to take me to Antigua in the morning. Will you try for an early clearance. I'd like to be on the island by lunch time."
That was no problem. Next, he telexed the charter company telling them, `Thermopylae' was not available for charter for the foreseeable future, and the last call was to the ship telling them to expect him the next day for an extended cruise, itinerary to be discussed on arrival.
Full of the joys of the holiday now Martin went to pack. His valet, of course, was there to help.
"James, you can have a month off now. Go and enjoy your family."
He slipped James an envelope when they had finished.
"You don't need to say anything about that to my Uncle, if he gives you another one that will be a bonus, but I don't expect he will."
James thanked his young master and cast a loving eye over him.
"Thank you Martin, you really are your grandfather's son."
"When my Uncle can no longer control my inheritance I'm going to take your whole family on one of these jaunts."
They laughed together, James, because they had been having similar conversations for the past two years since Martin's parents were killed. The envelope he knew would contain £1,000 in cash.
He didn't think Martin was precocious or arrogant. He thought he was just a very lonely rich boy with a very pleasant personality who would use his wealth to help poorer people, almost certainly children, but to do it unimpeded he would have to wait another five years until he was 21.
Cases packed Martin thought about where he would go for the next month. It wouldn't matter very much unless he could find someone to do it with. James was correct. He was lonely. His father had named him Martin telling him it wouldn't matter now whether people were calling him by his first name or his last as they were the same. That helped at school because he never needed to get stroppy if people had called him by his last name when they should have been using his first. It didn't help him find boyfriends though and that was what he wanted. James had fixed him up with some pretty young rent boys to teach him about gay sex, but he wanted a companion to accompany him when he was off on a jaunt. He thought how wonderful it would be to find a beautiful young man his own age who had a lovely personality to go with the good looks.
The flight was uneventful. Martin had been driven to Gatwick Airport and dropped at the general aviation terminal, where Lucy and Tim, the two flight attendants, had met him, introduced themselves as they were new crew and loaded the buggy to take his luggage to the aircraft. It was very early but Martin was so excited to be getting away from David and his very cloying family for a month he didn't mind.
"I'm sorry to drag you out of bed so early but we'll check the requirements for the aircraft and if there are no more immediate demands on it you can stay with me for a few days on the yacht. We don't have to go anywhere, you can just chill out."
Tim and Lucy had been picked as cabin crew, a, because they were very professional and b, because they were young and attractive. Martin wasn't a shallow person, but he did like to be surrounded by beautiful people. Even James who was as old as his father was a very handsome man.
"Thank you Sir, that's very kind of you."
Martin blushed, he was several years younger than Tim and he hated to be addressed as Sir.
"Oh please Tim, and you Lucy, call me Martin, I'm much too young to be a Sir. Captain Anderson will tell you it's ok when we are on board. Is Jason still the first officer?"
"Yes, he is."
"Oh good, because he doesn't mind me taking his seat for most of the flight. I have my PPL you see and Captain Anderson is teaching me about twin engine operation and asymmetric flying. When I am old enough I'm going to fly myself everywhere. You'll have to serve me my meals in the cockpit."
Martin was in his element now, free of supervision and doing something he loved. The flight was fun and he spent most of it in the co-pilot's seat handling the aircraft. He had to relinquish it for the landing but he still had the jump seat so that he could watch everything.
He was cleared through customs and immigration before being taken by limousine to Falmouth Harbour where `Thermopylae' was moored at Antigua Yacht Club. AYC staff were on hand to move his luggage along the jetty to the companionway and Martin climbed on board to find a steward to bring his luggage up.
"Hey you, you can't come on board here, this is a private yacht."
"I'm aware of that, and is that the way you normally address people coming on board?"
"Never mind how I address legitimate guests, you sling your hook."
Martin was both amused and annoyed. Someone had screwed up he guessed and they weren't expecting him. The annoyance was because this crew member was rude. He eyed him up and down, decided he was only a couple of years older than himself, and he was definitely handsome. The cockney accent was very engaging and Martin thought when it was less strident it would be even better.
"By your dress I assume you are a deck hand. I would probably enjoy working with you learning more about the yacht but I think with your present attitude I'll be asking Captain Samuels to terminate your employment. I'm not used to being addressed like this on my own yacht."
The young man was now not so sure but continued to dig a hole for himself.
"Don't give me that. Get off this yacht now or you'll end up in the harbour."
Martin was sure he could down the man because of his martial arts training but he walked off the ship, sat on his luggage while he `phoned the ship's wireless room.
"This is the motor yacht Thermopylae, good afternoon."
"Hello, are you the chap that took the message yesterday that the charter was cancelled and the owner would be coming on board today."
"Aye, I was that, but I didn't get the today business, I just thought he would let us know when he was coming."
Martin wondered if he could have been misunderstood and decided to give the man the benefit of the doubt.
"Well, I'm here now, sat on my luggage at the bottom of the gangway because a loutish deck hand threatened to throw me overboard if I didn't leave."
"Oh, crikey. I'm sorry Sir. The skipper and first mate are ashore, but I'm the wireless officer, I'll be down immediately."
Martin shut his mobile off and had a little giggle. He was going to have some fun with the deck hand now. He wouldn't sack him but he would make sure he didn't speak to people like that again on the yacht. A minute later a two striper appeared at the head of the gangway, immaculate in whites, followed closely by a very red faced able seaman.
"Mr. Martin, Sir, I'm terribly sorry, this is probably all my fault. It wasn't a very good line yesterday. I should have confirmed when you were coming. We are all a bit new I'm afraid. Captain Samuels is the only member of the crew that would have known you although he did tell me you were very young so I wouldn't have made the same mistake as Steele has. We will of course terminate him straight away."
"No please don't, just introduce yourselves and then get my luggage on board."
"Ok, Sir, I'm second mate and answer to Justin Bates, or JB. This toerag is Jack Steele."
"Alright Jack, please take this luggage to the master suite and then come and find me. Justin, would you show me round the yacht and introduce me to anyone else who is on board?"
No problem, and half an hour later Martin had a good idea of the layout of the yacht. It was much larger than he remembered, but of course, he had grown a bit since his last visit. He had met the cook and both stewards, plus another able seaman. They were all working in preparation for his arrival. The crew were all young which pleased Martin. He knew Captain Samuels was a young skipper as well so the first mate probably was also.
Next was to deal with Jack. He found Martin in the salon going over the drawings of the yacht to further familiarise himself with them.
"You wanted to see me, Sir?"
"Mmm, yes, I understand this is your first appointment?"
"Yes Sir."
"So losing your job here would probably close other appointments down."
"Yes Sir."
"So how badly do you want me to overlook your rudeness."
"Please Sir, I'll do anything to make amends."
Martin beamed.
"In that case, let's go to my suite and I'll see how far your `anything' will take us."
Sixteen years old, in a powerful position and horny. That was a recipe for Martin to have some fun, and hopefully Jack as well.
Once in Martin's suite he started.
"Very well Jack, let's see how far you are prepared to go to keep your job. I want you to strip naked for me."
Martin was surprised, without any hesitation at all Jack stripped and then stood hands by his sides, feet slightly apart.
"Very good Jack, now play with yourself and get an erection."
Again Jack did as he was ordered.
"If I wanted you to make love to me, including anal sex what would you say?"
Jack's eyes were out on organ stops.
"Crikey Sir, I'd work for nothing if I could do that to you every day."
"Oh good. You had better call me Martin now and if you would like to undress me you can do anything you like. Let me get some lubricant first though."
With nothing more being said, Jack started to undress Martin from the bottom up. By the time he got to just a T Shirt, Martin was rock hard and patently excited at what he expected to happen. Jack looked at this boy who was his employer and wondered how he could be so lucky. At sixteen, with his short medium brown hair and dark innocent looking eyes the remainder of his facial features were clear and his hard penis looked ready to eat. He had a gorgeous ball sack beneath that, even with his hard on it still had plenty of room to play. Jack couldn't wait to finish the job, he leant down and took a very adequate cock in his mouth and licked every inch of it before settling down to give his new boss an incredible orgasm after only a few minutes of play.
"Oh gosh, Jack, that was amazing. Your job is definitely safe now, but please don't stop."
Jack was grinning as he leant in and kissed Martin's lips. A lack of experience showed here and Jack knew he was going to have lots of fun teaching him how to kiss properly.
"I don't intend to stop boss until you tell me to."
"Please call me Martin, I want us to be lovers not boss and worker."
Jack was sure he could live with that.
"I think you ought to reciprocate now Martin. I want to see how much I am going to be able to teach you while we play."
This was fantastic. Martin couldn't believe he had found an experienced lover that could be at his beck and call for the whole holiday. Jack was not only a great looking guy, but also patently, very experienced with gay sex.
Down on his knees in front of Jack, Martin looked at what he had been invited to play with. It looked amazing.
Jack was sporting about eight thick inches of circumcised cock that looked as though it would do a wonderful job of caressing his insides. Very tentatively to start with, Martin licked it from tip to base before sucking on the ball sac to loosen it up a little more. His hand then took charge of the balls while he took the glans into his mouth to taste and worry it with his tongue.
"Oh yes, Martin. That feels really good. I thought you might be new to this when I kissed you."
Martin pulled back and looked up at Jack.
"The boys that my mentor employed to teach me didn't do much kissing, but they did teach me to give good head and to use my muscles when you fuck me. Hopefully I will be able to give you lots of pleasure."
Jack lifted Martin to his feet and kissed him again.
"I think I'm going to enjoy making love to you. I've never had a lover that I wanted to pleasure before. With me it was always other guys making me do things. Sometimes I didn't like it but I did learn, even if it was the hard way."
Jack was smiling and Martin thought he was going to like this man. By the time they had finished he knew that he did. Jack made slow and gentle love to him for ages before making the final move. He lubed his cock and Martin's anus well before gently sliding the head over his prostate. Only a little pain showed so he eased in another couple of inches before setting up a slow fucking motion. He played with Martin's cock and balls while he watched the eyes. When all he was seeing was pleasure he upped his pace and brought them both to wonderful orgasms almost together.
"Stay inside me Jack and just roll sideways."
Martin wrapped his legs round Jack to keep him close and then started kissing him.
"I loved that Jack, I'm so pleased I didn't sack you for being rude."
Both young men were grinning at each other.
"I suppose we had better clean up and you will need to go back to work while I go to see Captain Samuels if he is back on board."
The shower was wonderful and two laughing boys splattered the tiles with more of their love juice. +++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++ Chapter 2 ready to go in a couple of days.