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It was really strange. Here I am on a jet enroute to London England to see a lawyer about my late uncles will. I never even knew I had an uncle in England. As far as I knew I was the only child of the only child of my grandfather. My parents were dead and now I am happily single and loving it. Oh yeah, I'm gay, 26, 5 foot 11 inches and weight about 180. Never really had a partner, although I like to pick up an occasional trick to take home. I lived in my parents house after they died it was willed to me, along with about 100,000 dollars in insurance money. So I'm not rich, I work as a computer programmer for a local software maker.
Now I was enroute to London. Uncle Jack, my late and to me unknown Uncle Jack, left me as his sole heir. I couldn't really believe it. The lawyers even sent me a first class ticket to get there and said I would be met at the airport when I arrived. I took an early month vacation and flew off to merry old England.
I was picked up by a chauffer driven Rolls Royce and whisked into downtown London. I was taken to an old brick building. It had only one name on the door. Chance and Associates, Barristers and Solicitors.
I walked in with my one bag and stopped at the front desk. A withered old lady sat behind the desk.
"Yes Sir. May I be of assistance?"
"I'm Eddy Somers."
"Yes Mr. Somers. Will you follow me. You are expected by Mr. Chance."
I followed her to what appeared to be a hundred year old elevator. It worked fine and soon stepped off on the top floor. Here the walls were all oak, very polished oak. It had the look and smell of someone who was very rich. We walked to a double door and inside to an outer office.
"This is Mr. Somers." The old lady said and then left.
"Come this way Mr. Somers."
I was led into a massive office. Sitting behind a huge wood and marble topped desk was an old man. He got up and almost ran around to shake my hand. He was very fit for someone I thought must be close to 70.
"Welcome Mr. Somers. How was your trip? Comfortable I hope."
"Yes Thank you, it was fine."
"Sit down sir. Something to drink, coffee, tea or something stronger?"
"Coffee would be fine thank you."
He ordered coffee and then sat down behind his desk.
"This is all very strange to me. I did not know I had an uncle."
"That is strange indeed. You are Edward Somers? Your parents were Janice and James Somers?"
"Yes that right, but my dad never told me he had a brother."
"Well Sir John Somers, has named you as his sole living heir. As such I am named executor of his will."
"Okay, what does that mean exactly? Did my Uncle leave me his house or something?"
"Well more like something. Your Uncle was not a resident of Great Britain. He lived the last 15 years on his Yacht, THE SANDPIPER. She is docked in Naples, Italy. He had fairly massive holding in several banks and Trust companies in Europe. As per his instructions, all his stocks and bond holdings were liquidated on his death. To you Edward Somers he has left it all."
"Exactly what are you saying?"
"Your late Uncle left you his yacht and about 35 million Euros."
My jaw must have almost hit the floor. I heard him laugh. If I had been holding the offered cup of coffee, it would now be spilled on the very expensive carpet. I just sat there in a daze. Thirty five Million Euros, Holy fuck.
The next thing I remember is when the old man handed me a tumbler half full of an amber liquid. I took a sip, almost chocked and then sat back.
"Bit of a shock a what?" He said.
"Just a little. My Uncle was just a little bit more than rich?"
"Well yes. The money is being held in trust at the Euro bank in Switzerland. I have the access numbers for you and also the deed for the Yacht. You only need sign a few papers and it is all yours Sir."
"I really need to think about all this."
"That's understandable Sir. Why don't we get these papers signed and then we can get you into a comfortable hotel. I'll come over tomorrow morning and go over everything with you."
"Okay. Where do I sign?"
After signing everything, I was taken to the London Hilton and got a very nice room.
After a very bad sleep, I was sitting drinking the terrible coffee they served when Mr. Chance arrived. I offered him a coffee and then after he was seated, he opened a large valise. He took, what appeared to be a very large pile of papers from the case.
"Okay Sir, first the Yacht Sandpiper. As I said she is docked at present in Naples. There four crew on board. The Captain, Jake Conner, the Mate Brian Perkins and two cabin attendants. One of those is also the chef. They are presently paid from a special account, Sir John set up for the Yacht.
"Now the Yacht itself is a 65 foot ex-RN Patrol Boat. It was extensively modified in Italy after Sir John bought it from the Royal Navy. It has 4 state rooms, large galley, dinning room, and living room. It also has a Rover 4X4 on deck aft. I have been told it is the fastest Yacht in the Med. As to other equipment, I am not sure Sir.
"Now as I said yesterday, you have deposited in the Euro Bank of Switzerland about 35 million Euros. The exact amount is 34,967,450 Euros. Now that changes almost daily with interest. Your primary accountant also is in Switzerland. I'll give you all the pertinent information for you to take with you."
"Well just have you have said. He was a little more than rich. So I guess now I am too."
"My fees have already been paid Sir. When your ready, a limo will take you to Heathrow for your flight to Italy. Captain Conner will pick you up at the Airport in Naples."
"Well I guess that should be the first stop. How do I draw on the account in Switzerland?"
"Ah! Sorry, here are several credit cards from the Bank."
He handed me a mitt full of credit cards. Master Card, Visa, American Express, Euro Bank Card and several others.
"They all have no limit."
"Wow."
"Well that's all I have for you Mr. Somers. I wish you luck."
He stood and shook my hand and then left.
"So now I'm a multi-millionaire with a big Yacht and unlimited money. Wow. The possibilities now were endless. Well I guess first thing to do is go see this Yacht.
It had been hot when I left home. When I got to England it was raining and cold. When I got to Italy is was raining and cold. I hate cold weather. Captain Conner met me at the airport and took me down to the Yacht. To say I was astounded when I saw Her would be a real understatement. Very sleek lines, you could see the Patrol Boat lines, but that's where it ended. Painted pure white, it stood out among the other Yachts in the Harbour. Various antennas stuck up from the top of the bridge. A canvas covered object was on the aft deck. I presumed it was the rover. It had two fair sized lifeboats and numerous flotation packs stored along the deck. To anyone at a distant it would look more like a warship than a Yacht.
Once inside I saw that my Uncle had gone all out to make it as comfortable as possible. The sitting room was filled with comfortable chairs and sofas. A small bar and dining room was attached. The Captain gave me a complete tour.
We sat down in the sitting room and the Captain introduced me to the rest of the crew.
The Mate, Brian Perkins was a twenty four year old ex-RN Engineer. Very good looking, at about 5 foot 7 inches, and 130 lbs. The Chef Antonius Gapego, a Greek, looked like a Greek God. Very fair, well muscled 5 foot 8 inch 170 lbs. From what I could see he also have a very nice package between his legs. The other cabin boy was Philippine. He stood no more than 5 foot, and don't think more than 100 lbs. He was very good looking too.
"Do you all wish to continue service with me? I asked.
"Well Sir, you should know first that we are all gay. Sir John did not mind and I think that is why he hired us."
"That's not a problem for me as I am Gay too."
I could see a big sign of relief around the cabin.
"We all hoped you would keep us on Sir."
"As long as we get something straight from the start. I am Ed or Eddy. I will be using your first names as well."
"That would be okay Ed."
"Now the next thing is I hate cold weather. Is the sandpiper ready for sea?"
"Yes Eddy, all tanks are full and we have provisions for three weeks."
"Cool, lets go someplace warm."
"It will take about an hour Ed. Jimmy, show Ed to his cabin and get him settled in and then bring him to the bridge."
"Okay Jake."
Jimmy showed me my cabin. It had a king size bed and private bath and shower. Walk in closet and several chairs and a computer terminal.
"So Jimmy, I presume one of the crew is your boyfriend."
"Well no Sir. Jake is pretty rough in bed. Andy is a bottom, like me and Brian is versatile. Brian's okay in bed. I mostly just like to give head."
I stripped off my suit and Jimmy hung everything up. As I got down to my bikini briefs, I saw Jimmy checking me out.
"Do you want to see it all Jimmy?"
His eyes said it all. I removed my briefs and stood in front of him. He couldn't kneel fast enough before he had my cock inside his hot mouth. It had been ages since I had, had a good blow job and Jimmy was very good. It sure didn't take him long to get me off. I warned him when I was about to blow. He just kept sucking until I blew a very substantial load into his mouth and throat. He stood when he was done.
"Thank you Eddy. That was real nice."
"No Jimmy, thank you."
I put on clean pair of briefs and then blue jeans and a t-shirt. Slipped a sweater on and then Jimmy led me up to the Bridge.
Jake was waiting when we arrived.
"Jimmy get you set up okay?"
"Yes thanks Jake."
The bridge was nothing like I had imagined. There were six leather Seats bolted to the floor. Sitting in anyone of them gave an unobstructed view for about 270 degrees around. In front of one on the port side forward were multiple gauges and a small wheel. The one on the starboard side also had many switches and dials.
The Captain flipped up three switches and the deck began to vibrate.
"Okay Ed. This yacht is equipped with a diesel electric drive. We have a 600 hp diesel supply power to a generator that supplies power to three engines on the screws."
"I was told this is fastest yacht in the Med. How fast will she go?"
"Well Ed on trials we had her to ninety knots on the foils."
"Trials, I was told my Uncle lived on this Yacht for 15 years."
"Well he did live on a Yacht for fifteen years, but he has only had the Sandpiper for 2 years. I joined her when he bought it."
"You also said something about foils."
"Yes. This is a hydrofoil. We can lower the foils after we reach fifteen knots and go up from there. At cruise we can do about 40 knots on the hull and about ninety or more on the foils."
"So what's her maximum speed?"
"Don't know Ed. Sir John never used the foils."
"Do the foils save fuel too?"
"Not really, but on foils our range is increased about double. With full tanks we can go about 5500 miles."
"Guess we will have to see what the Girl will do."
The intercom came on.
"Engines at temperature, everything in the green Jake."
Jake hit the intercom button.
"Cast off fore and aft."
A moment later the yacht slowing started to move. I watched as the captain slowly eased from the berth and out into the harbour. The harbour was protected from the wind, but as soon as we passed the breakwater the sea became very choppy. I sat down in the center chair. I watched a repeater dial slowly ease up to 15 knots.
"Prepare for foil Bourne." Jake said into the intercom.
The speed kept increasing. All at once the sound of the waves hitting the hull disappeared. The speed suddenly increased very fast. It increased to about 40 knots and held there.
"There are several big ships out here. So we will keep it down until we are well clear of the shipping lane."
A few minutes later Andy came in and offered me a hot chocolate.
"Thank you Andy."
The visibility was only about 4 miles, so Jake kept a close watch on all the shipping, weaving in and out as necessary.
"How far does this storm extend?"
"About 40 miles, should clear from the south in an hour or so. We will be out of the shipping lane in about 15 minutes. We can increase speed then. Do you want to see how fast she will go?"
"Might as well."
"Crew to the Bridge." Jake said into the intercom.
A few minutes later everyone was on the bridge and seated in one of the chairs.
Very soon we were at ninety knots. The yacht litterly was flying over the water.
"That's now maximum cruise."
We were doing 100 mph over the water.
"Okay Jake, take her to maximum speed."
I watched the repeater slowly ease up to 122 knots and hold steady. 135 mph. This Yacht was more like a plane than a ship.
"That's it Ed."
"God, its wonderful, not a vibration." I said.
"Very smooth, very smooth." Brian said.
"Okay take her back down to cruise. At least now we know." I said.
We just sat and watched as the water sped by. Soon we were back in the sun and waves eased. I loved it up here on the bridge, but then my stomach growled.
"I think I need some food."
Andy jumped up and darted off the bridge. Jimmy quickly followed.
I left the bridge and went down to the sitting room. Opened my lap top and went looking for maps of the Med. Found what I was looking for. Punched a button on the intercom for the bridge.
"Jake, lets go to Malta."
"Very well Ed, Malta it is."
I went back to my computer and on curiosity punched up the internet. It came on almost instantly. I had been having conversations on and off with a young man in Morocco. I emailed him and asked if he still wanted to get out of Morocco. Closed out and sat back. Andy came in with several sandwiches and a small Greek salad. Very delicious. I could get used to this very easily.
I guess I was going to retire, but also figured I might just invest in the company I had worked for. They were really making strides in the Computer business, but were always looking for investors.
I went down to my cabin and changed into shorts. Went back up and out on the aft deck. Several soft lounging chairs were there. I sat back, pulled off my shorts and t-shirt to soak up some sun. The hot sun felt real good.
Andy came out several minutes after I was relaxing. I guess when he saw my lily white body he got a little worried I might burn badly in the hot sun.
"Ed, you should really put on some sun screen."
"Yeah, I suppose. Do you have some?"
"Yes Sir, I'll be right back."
He came back and handed me a large bottle of suntan lotion.
"Would you like me to help Ed?"
"That would be nice, thank you."
He proceeded to rub suntan lotion onto my chest and arms. As he started on my legs, I got hard very quick.
"I would very much like to take care of that too Ed."
"Go ahead."
He knelt between my legs and gently pulled down my bikini shorts. He then started to lick and suck on my cock. He was very talented. While he was down on me, Jimmy came out and stood watching. I signaled him to come closer. When he was close, I reached out and fingered his cock in his white shorts. He got hard very fast. I undid his shorts and pulled them down. I pulled him closer and took his pencil into my mouth. Very smooth and delicate. Sucking Jimmy's cock and with Andy sucking mine, didn't take much time before I unloaded into Andy's mouth. I felt Andy pull off, but just kept at Jimmy's cock. He too, soon unloaded a nice sweet load into my mouth. When he stepped back I looked at Andy. He was very hard in his shorts too.
"Want me to take care of that for you Andy?"
He undid his shorts and let them drop. He really was a Greek God. He shaved, and had a nice 7 inch thick cock, standing straight out. I signaled him closer and slipped it into my mouth. It totally filled my mouth, but felt wonderful. I took my time, really enjoying the smooth, thick cock, slowly sliding in and out of my mouth and throat.
"Oh Ed, I coming." He moaned.
I just sucked harder. Very quick I tasted his salty/sweet load as it filled every crevice inside my mouth and throat. He blasted about three large shots and then a couple of smaller ones. Damn, I loved it.
"Thank you both, I really needed that." I said.
They both finished coating me with sunscreen and then left me alone to rest.
I stayed out in the sun for about an hour. Decided enough sun for now. Wandered in and grabbed a cold beer and headed for the bridge. Jake looked at me funny, when I sat down in one of the chairs and sipped at my beer.
"What's the problem Jake?"
"Well Ed, Sir John made it a rule no booze on the bridge."
"That's' another rule that is now rescinded. I don't care if you have cold beer or drink anywhere, as long as no gets drunk on duty. Would you like one?"
"Thank you Ed."
"Go grab yourself one. I think I can keep an eye on things for a few minutes."
He left the bridge. I walked around looking at things. I noticed on one station a green light was lit. It said 'AUTOPILOT' above it. So she had an autopilot too. Nice. Jake came back with a bucket, with several iced beers in it. He had also changed from the long shorts he had on to a pair of short cutoffs.
"Lets go up to the flying bridge above. You can get more sun."
We headed up the short flight of stairs to an identical set up as the covered bridge. It was very nice out in the sun. I looked forward past the wind screen to the expanse of the fore part of the yacht. There was nothing between the bridge and the bow, just a clear deck.
"Why is the fore part so barren? I would think it would be a great place for some loungers."
"Well Ed, I haven't exactly told you everything about the Sandpiper. When Sir John bought it, it still had the old Bofors 40mm gun on the peak. It was decommissioned, wouldn't work. When he had the Sandpiper rebuilt, he had a gun mounted on a hydraulic jack under the fore deck. When needed it can be raised to firing position. We only used it once on the East coast of Africa, when we thought pirates were attacking. There are also two American .50 caliber machine guns stowed aft and about a dozen Stinger missiles."
"Jesus, this really is still a warship. Doesn't customs and governments mind about that shit?"
"Well what they don't know, won't hurt them." He chuckled.
"You might want to mount a few lounge chairs and tables up there just to make it look normal."
"That's actually a good idea. Sometimes in port we would mount a canopy over the fore deck to use for parties."
I was surprised how busy the waterways were here. We passed several tankers and a couple cruise ships. Also two Italian Destroyers.
"Jake I want you make arrangements to have the Sandpiper registered in the US."
"That's pretty simple. I'll transmit the data about her to the US Government. What Port do you want registered in?"
"Portland Oregon. That's close to my home town."
"Consider it done. As soon as we receive word it's registered we can mount the US flag on the Stern."
"I'll also want a big US Flag mounted above the bridge. I don't want anyone mistaking us."
The trip to Malta was very uneventful. It was wonderful to fly across the water. We entered Valletta Harbour about sundown. Docked next to several other large yachts in port. Had a customs inspection and then relaxed for the night. After a very good meal I retired for the night alone.
During the next three days I toured the Island. Jake got the Sandpiper reregistered and painted the new port on her stern. I made sure everyone had time ashore too. I made it new policy, that anytime we visited a port everyone got ashore for a few hours or days. Jake I found out was only into fucking. He didn't much go into oral at all. Brian would suck prior or after fucking, while Andy loved to suck and get fucked. I also found out Jimmy was versatile, but loved to get fucked most times. I had all four in one way or the other over the three days we were in Malta. Jake really did like it rough.
I heard from my young black kid in Morocco, that he still wanted out and would do anything to get away. Being a nonperson in Morocco made hard even to find real work. I asked Jake how hard it would be get someone out of Morocco.
"Well Ed, Sir John had a deal with several customs guys in Morocco. We always stayed at one particular port. He usually paid them off with about 100 Euros each time we visited. He was always away for about a week every time we went there. He even took several guys over to Spain after his visit. We could see what's involved. I take it you have someone in mind?"
"Yeah, I do. But I think I might want to get him a passport too. So he isn't stuck on the boat all the time."
"So next stop Morocco?"
"Yes."
"Four days on the hull, two on foils."
"I don't see any problem with using the foils for long trips."
"We can be ready to leave first thing in the morning. Andy will be back by then."
"Good."
TBC
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