Date: Thu, 24 Feb 2011 11:12:26 -0400
From: Chris Johns <chris-johns@hotmail.com>
Subject: Destiny's Child Pt.2

			      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.
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All the four Ss for Martin in the next part, sun, sand, sea and sex.