Date: Mon, 14 Jan 2013 17:47:02 +0000
From: robert goater <winchesterbornbred@hotmail.co.uk>
Subject: M/V Jean Peterson. Part 1

This story is a figment of my imagination from start to finish. There are
scenes of gay sex between adult males and therefore if you are likely to
be offended by such writing, please be warned. Also if it is against the
law reading this type of writing from wherever you live I ask you not to
proceed any further.

For some time now I have followed news regarding pirate attacks off the
coast of Somalia. Taking ships and their crews and held to ransom at the
hands of those carrying out those attacks on behalf of their "masters"
who, lets face it are the real scum behind the atrocities. Having said
that the pirates who carry out attacks have no problem pulling a trigger
as a means to an end and it's tough if anyone happens to get in the way.

I acknowledge that much good work is done and continues to be carried
out, to combat these people because of a determined effort by
international naval forces patroling those waters and on board
security, but at massive cost when all they have to do is read my story
to get all the answers!

That was a joke comment ok, even though it does have SOME viability of
that I am sure. (However, I do beleive that all countries who have ships
sailing though pirate infested seas should be responcible for protecting
them by using their own military on board their ships!)

Anyway, viable or not it's just a story about a ship and it's all gay
crew who escort Scott's dad's ships through troubled waters and thats all
it is, a story.

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Scott Peterson's mother, Lady Jean Peterson was killed and his father,
Sir William was disabled during a pirate attack on one of William's cargo
ships whilst sailing in the Arabian Sea.

Scott wanted to do something to make his father's ships safer and did
just that.

I hope you like it, but to be honest i'm still not sure. Still, I have
enjoyed writing it. If you would like to comment then please do, but
remember I am nothing more than an amateur at this, so keep it friendly!
Only kidding, say what you want.

In the unlikely event that anyone should wish to copy any part or refer
to this story in any way, please contact me first ok?

Please, PLEASE donate to Nifty, they do a great job and could do with
some financial support. Many thanks.

Bobby. xx
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Scott and Andrew
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Sir William and Lady Jean Peterson and their son Scott were on a skiing
holiday in the beautiful country of Iceland and if you have never been,
please do. You will not be disappointed.

The ski slopes in Dalvik, North Iceland had given a good days skiing and
all three of them had had a great time. Scott was 19 and very good
looking. He was just under 6ft, slim athletic and as fit as I used to be!
He stood at the bottom waiting for his parents to arrive.

Once they had parked their ski's they went into the lodge for coffee and
sat down discussing the days events on the slopes and what to do that
evening.
"There is a concert at the Hoff in Akurayri, mum and I are going Scott,
do you want to come?" Scott grinned as he declined.
"Got a date then?" Both parents had seen him chatting to a small group of
Americans in the hotel lounge a couple of days ago and it was obvious
Scott had spent a long time talking to one of them for most of the
evening and the next one as well. Scott's mother thought they looked nice
together.
"Just making a new friend dad. He is a nice guy and he asked me out for a
drink at Greggor's pub tonight. Just for coffee though."
" Liar! Who is he, apart from being American that is?" Asked Jean always
needing to know at least something about Scott's friends. What mother
doesn't?
"He is studying geology and this visit is part of his field experience.
He is looking at old rocks so I would be careful if I were you! Anyway
you don't mind me not coming with you do you?"
"Not at all, enjoy yourselves just let us "old rocks" do our own
thing, stay safe and don't do anything to upset the Yanks. Remember I
have quite a few business interests there!"
"Don't worry Dad, i'm not about to upset anyone. Well, not intentionally
anyway."
His mother reached over and took her son's hand. "You my darling man will
upset a boat load of men when you reject them. I wouldn't mind betting
you already have."
"You make me sound like a tart! Maybe I will try it sometime." He hadn't
upset any boy or man and Scott was taking his time. There was a whole
life to be had and he was in no hurry, besides he had read enough to know
that relationships had a habit of smacking you in the face and he was not
ready for that, mainly because he had no idea how to handle them anyway.
Mind you he often thought he was miles behind everyone else his age and
should do something about his lack of confidence about all matters gay!

" Hi Scott, you still up for that drink?" It was his new American friend,
18 year old Andrew Bushman. They had just finished eating and Scott had
wandered into the lounge at the Foss hotel just on the edge of town.
"Yep, just waiting for the Ma and Pa to clear off and a final warning not
to upset you Yanks."
"I don't think you will upset this Yank." Andrew smiled back. Scott's
parents came in and he introduced them to Andrew. They chatted at
reception waiting for the taxi, but Scott was not really tuned in. He had
noticed his heart rate had climbed some what and knew why. The oldies
where going out leaving him free to do "something" that he hoped Andrew
would be a part of!

At last the taxi arrived and Scott's "old rocks" went about their evening
leaving him to hope for a good one himself! Courage my boy, courage!
"I have to go to my room and get my wallet. You coming up or wait here?"
Scott meant that as an invitation, Andrew had to work it out for himself.
Scott stared at him with his blue eyes.

They got to Scott's room and closed the door. Scott went to the bedside
table and picked his wallet up. He turned to look at Andrew who was
looking intently back. They stood like that for a few seconds and then
Scott put the wallet back on the table all the while looking at Andrew.
He went to him and took Andrew's face between his hands. "I hope the
fuck I have not got this wrong." And kissed Andrew's lovely mouth. The
kissing went on for rather a long time.
Scott broke away to grab a bit of air. "Not upset then?" Andrew did not
reply and went for Scott's mouth again. After even more time they parted.
"I take that as a "no" then?" Andrew's face broke into a massive smile
and said, "Only if you had not kissed me Scott. You are the first Limey I
have kissed and it was worth the wait." While they resumed kissing Scott
said to himself,  "you are my second Yank and worth the wait!"

They took it in turns removing one another's clothes. First to come off
were their winter coats, then wooly hats, tops and tee shirts. Now naked
from the waist up both boys took a long time studying the other and
running hands over each others chests and stomachs, both liked what they
saw and felt.
Scott had a naturally developed body without being over muscled. A fine
chest and below that a six pack that just came along as he approached
full adulthood. Andrew on the other hand obviously worked out and had a
beautifully built body, but not over done by any means. His body was a
dream and Scott's cock was beginning to strain in his pants as he took
this wonderful sight in.
Once they were free of their jeans both boys stood slightly apart to take
in the sight of the other. There they stood looking up and down and
drinking in the wonder of beautiful 18 and 19 year old bodies.
"Christ you are beautiful Scott." Scott drew him close and once again
they attacked each others willing mouths, but this time running hands all
over each others backs and over the mounds of fantastic backsides.
Scott sat on the bed and drew Andrew to him. His face was just an inch
from Andrews tight pants. Andrew had a full hardon and it was straining
to be released. It strained even more as Scott ran his lips over the
hidden cock and bought out a gasp as he took the material into his mouth
and gently bit Andrew's manhood. He pulled at the waist band and at the
same time dropped them down. Out shot his magnificent weapon, all 7.5
inches of straight uncut cock. Andrew had short black pubic hair and
underneath this masterpiece hung two hairless sacks that would soon be in
Scott's mouth. Scott spent an age teasing Andrews cock with tongue and
lips and then finally taking all 7.5 inches down to the very base of his
throat. The boys were in a world that both were still new too and loving
every second of what each was doing to the other. Scott kissed his way
back up Andrews body until, once again, they joined mouths.
Without a word Andrew sat on the bed and repeated all that Scott had done
to him. Scott cried out as at long last Andrew took his own 7 inch cock
out of his pants and now both were completely naked and each body was
surrendered to the other.

They were great together and the whole situation made even better because
neither boy was experienced. They had no idea who should take the lead
and had to make it up as they went along.
Andrew broke away and looked at Scott.
"Problem?"
"No Scott, it's just that............" Scott was ahead of him.
"Me neither. Ok I have done some shit and I guess you have as well. Just
never been fucked or fucked."
"We are a bit useless aren't we!"
"I guess so. Great isn't it!" Scott kissed Andrew again and held him
tight in his arms.
"Lets go to bed Scott. I'm guessing you don't have condoms or lube, but I
know I want to have fun with you and just have a great time. I would not
even be here if I didn't like you and I do, a lot."
There was no need to say any more. Scott took Andrew to the bed and for
the next hour or so both boys kissed, sucked, fondled, stroked, rimmed
and licked every inch of one another. The whole experience for each of
them was neither coordinated or would get an Oscar for performance, but
they had a wonderful time doing all that was done. They did however do
something that neither knew was obvious and that was each was giving so
much pleasure to the other. They also spent a long time play fighting as
each tried to outdo the other. Both boys "fighting" on behalf of there
respective countries.
USA versus England, both claiming victory, but also having no idea what
the victory was. Just boys playing and it was all pretty innocent stuff.

Finally a truce was agreed and they laid together with one arm around the
other, mouths joined for the hundredth time while the free hand stroked a
cock. Nothing needed to be said, but it was obvious that both boys were
reaching towards a combined climax which neither could or wanted to stop.
The shear pleasure of stroking each other was rapidly bringing them to
the top and after a few more strokes from Scott, Andrew's breathing
became much more rapid and called out to Scott, "I'm coming, oh Christ
i'm coming! Their mouths parted and both boys looked at Andrews cock
waiting for the explosion. Suddenly Andrew tensed his entire body into a
rod of iron and stayed like that as at last he shot out the first stream
of his juice which erupted out of him in one great fountain. Andrew
recoiled as his cock exploded, followed by four more ejaculations which
covered him from face to belly. The sight and sounds Andrew made bought
Scott to his own climax and just as the last of Andrews cum landed so
Scott's first one erupted from him. Scott had moved so that all his juice
would land on Andrew's body. Four times he off loaded huge loads covering
Andrew's own deposits.
Both boys had to spend sometime regaining their breath and when they had
some sort of control, Scott moved and laid on top of Andrew. They looked
and smiled at one another.
"I think you call that, awesome?" Asked Scott.
"We do and it was." Andrew replied.

They laid like that for sometime kissing, but often breaking away to look
at one another and smile.
"We need a shower gay boy. Do you still want to go for that drink?" Scott
asked.
"Sure, but you are going to have to get off me first. Still, if you don't
i'm not complaining." Andrew had that smile back on his face that Scott
loved.

Once in the shower they spent a long time making sure each was clean and
deposit free. They did overdo it a bit which will be of no surprise and
of course they loved it. Still, at long last they were dressed and this
time Scott picked up his wallet and stuffed it in his coat.
"Come on you gorgeous Yank, it's your round."
"Fight you for it."
"When we get back dear, when we get back."

It was -10 outside, but both were wrapped up in their 66North clothing
and very warm. To get to the pub they had to pass the small habour. Scott
glanced over and stopped.
"Look at her Andrew."
"It's a boat, so what?" They had to shout as there was a stiff north wind
blowing and the temperature had fallen even lower. It was also snowing
again.
"Come on I want to look at her, she is lovely."
"Ok Scott of the Antartic, but don't take all night, it's getting fucking
chilly and my cock could snap off."
"Don't worry, I will warm it up later."
Scott took a few photos of the trawler and knew his dad would like to see
them. Once in the pub they played a few games of pool with a couple of
local guys and won each game thanks to Andrew who played very well. Scott
on the other hand was some what of a handicap and had to endure Andrew's
piss taking.
"You are so much in trouble when we get back Andrew my lad."
"Fuckin hope so."

It was midnight by the time they got back to Scott's room. They undressed
one another and climbed into bed. Once there they wrapped arms and legs
around each other and once again began to play. No fighting this time,
just making love which had the inevitable result and once again both
covered in the others man juice.
After a second shower they cuddled in and remaind like that. Both boys
dropped into a very happy and contented sleep.

They both woke up at 7. Andrew had turned during the night and now with
his back to Scott. Scott's arms were wrapped round Andrew and they stayed
like that each experiencing the morning boner making it's inevitable
appearance. Scott dropped his right hand and played with Andrews manhood
for some time until suddenly Andrew turn onto his back, shoved the duvet
off them with his feet and Scott bought the third ejeculation out of him.
"Bastard, you have just taken advantage of a sleeping man. I'm going to
sue."
"Not before I give you this." With that Scott straddled Andrew and wanked
himself over him covering him in yet more of his own cum.
"Still going to sue?"
Andrew was looking up at Scott, said nothing and pulled him down to lay
on top of him and once again the boys spent a very long time kissing and
with a great deal of feeling.

"When do you go back home Andrew?" There was long pause.
"Day after tomorrw and I know I should not say it, but i'm not looking
forward to it." There was complete silence as they looked into one
anothers eyes neither knowing what to say. At last Scott broke the
awkwardness.
"We are still both teenagers Andrew and don't have much experience, but
for me anyway I want to stay in touch. Do you?"
"Too fucking sure I do and if we do ever meet again, perhaps you could
learn to play pool?" The awkwardness between them was broken and both
boys did what many of their ages did, had another fight! They were making
a hell of a noise when they were bought back to earth by Scott's mum
banging on the door.
"Come on you two, it's breakfast time." They heard her giggle as she
walked off down the corridor.
"Oh well our cover is blown. We in trouble Scott?"
"Only if we don't get down to breakfast. Mum and Dad will be fine, trust
me." They were and asked Andrew to join their table. The boys hoped they
could spend time together again that evening. It would be the last time
and it would have it's problems, but neither wanted not to spend Andrew's
last night apart.

"Look at these Dad. I took them last night when we went to the pub."
Scott already knew his Dad would love the trawler and was proved right.
"We can go and look at her after breakfast. What are your plans Andrew?"
"We have a field assignment Mr Peterson and will be with the group until
dinner time."
"Perhaps you would like to join us for dinner and the evening. There is
something going on in the Community centre apparently and we could all go
to it. If you would like that of course."
"Thankyou sir, I would like that very much." Scott laughed out loud
looking at Andrew. Scotts parents glared at him knowing what he was about
to say.
"Whats so funny?"
"You are talking to a real Sir, may I introduce my father Sir William
Peterson and my mother Lady Jean Peterson?"
"WOW! You kidding me!?"
"Nope and dispite the titles they are more or less normal."
"NO SHIT! Oh hell i'm sorry, but this doesn,t happen very often, to meet
Limey titled people..." Andrew stopped before the hole he was digging got
any deeper. The Peterson's thought it all very funny and Sir William put
Andrew at ease.
"Ignor the titles Andrew, we are William and Jean. I don't have to
introduce you to our only mistake, you seem to know one another very
well." All this time Scott's Mum was beaming at the boys, she obviously
approved of the freindship.

There was a call from Andrew's group which told him he had to go, but not
before the boys exchanged looks that Jean latched on too.
"He seems a very nice boy Scott. I do like him."
"Yes Mum, he is, very nice." Mother and son looked at one another and
both knew it was going to be difficult when the time came to leave. None
of the Peterson's knew just how difficult times would be for all of them.

The trawler was called the Atlantic and was Norwegion owned. She was a
line trawler and caught mainly herring. She had called into Dalvik
because of foul weather out at sea. She was about 500 tons, 50 meters
long with a beam of 10 meters. William fell in love with her the moment
he got close and got himself invited aboard. She was in great shape and
he was impressed in the way she had been looked after.
After the tour they went off for a coffee before hitting the slopes.
"I want her." William said to the others.
"Why?" As always Scott's mum was the practical one. "You going into
fishing now?"
"Silly women, of course not, but I bet you I can strip her right down and
rebuild her as a private motor yacht and not have to change one bit of
her lines. She is beautiful and i'm going to do all I can to get her. We
will make a fortune. I have done it many times now dear dont forget.
Indeed Jean knew that and she also knew that William would most probably
do exactly what he said, make a fortune.
"Come on you two, time for breaking records, i'm going to beat you both
today." William got up knowing full well that the only thing he was
likely to break was a limb. Some years ago after only one season skiing
he had never beaten Scott since and even had to cheat to beat his wife!
They had a great day and all enjoyed the skiing. Scott could not help
thinking about Andrew, in fact when he was thinking about tonights
activities his Dad all but won the second race.
"HA! Nearly got you that time" Get your ass back up and pray you bugger."
On the third run William got half way down with Scott looking back up
waiting for his Dad at the bottom.
"You sod, you are now officially disowned." All had a good laugh and
after another coffee break started all over again.

Dinner was a lovely time. It seemed that Andrew had been a friend for
years as the boys got on so well. William and Jean knew what was going on
and neither had a problem with the situation. Their son was the love of
both their lives and all they cared was for his happiness. Jean spoke up.
"Look you two you don't have to come out with us tonight. We could just
meet up here for a drink if you have other plans." She forced herself not
to smile too broadly.
"I'm afraid I am not allowed to drink in the hotel Jean, but I can in the
pub so long as I am with responcible adults."
"What about last night then? Who was the responcible one?" William asked.
"Your son dragged me there sir, but I would very much like to go with
you, just think of the stories when I get back home!" Andrew was loving
this.

They walked to the Community center, the parents in front and the boys a
little distant back.
"I bought condoms and lube Scott." Andrew whispered. Scott whispered
back, "so did I!" They giggled the rest of the way. It was a fun evening
listening to a local men's choir singing Icelandic folk songs. They were
made very welcome and joined in with a large group. After the concert
just about all of them crossed the road to the pub. Scott looked at
Andrew smiled at him and said to his parents that they were going back to
the hotel.
"See you at breakfast oldies."
"Ok party poopers, be good." His father told them. No chance Scott
thought, we have two packets of condoms and two tubes of lube to get rid
off.
Walking back Scott glanced over to the harbour. The Atlantic had gone.
Stay safe lads, he said to himself.
He had no way of knowing of course that the trawler would become a huge
part of his life in the not so distant future.

They threw their winter clothes off and locked arms and kissed.
"You wanna fuck me Limey boy?"
"No."
"NO?"
"I would rather make love to you Yank man."
"Yes Scott, I want that very much." The kissing continued for quite some
time.

They took it in turns to shower having the need for private time. It was
very sweet really. Scott came out after Andrew had done the nessesary and
both were suddenly very shy.
"I don't want to hurt you." Scott said.
"Try Scott. The best thing is neither of us knows what to do except the
obvious, lets get on and have fun trying."
They did have fun of course and in the end they did what comes naturally
to most gay couples and they loved every moment of their love making.
It didn't take long before both boys had worked themselfs up and were
ready for new experiences. Those two beautiful boys could just stare at
one another and get worked up. For the first time  Scott took the lead
and spent ages covering Andrew's entire body with hands, mouth and
tongue. Each boy was so relaxed and neither thought about what was about
to happen. It was when Scott got to Andrews lovely cute bum that things
took on more passion. As soon as Scott's tongue hit Andrews button Andrew
nearly took off. Scott's tongue did it's work and not after too long
Andrew was crying out for Scott to go to the next level.
"Fuck me Scott, Christ I wont you." Scott took his time to lube Andrew's
back door and cover himself. With Andrew on his back and holding his legs
wide open Scott could see his target and introduced his 7 inches which
would very soon invade this beautiful boy's bum. Slowly he pushed as
gently as he was able and to the surprise to both of them Scott's head
suddenly popped in.
"Oh my God. Oh my fucking God." Was all Andrew could say. Gradually Scott
sunk deeper and deeper until both boys realised all 7 inches of him was
planted right up to Scott's balls. Now he began to pump Andrew, very
slowly at first, but as he fucked the more worked up he became.
"You ok Andrew?"
"Bloody marvelous, don't stop this is awesome." Scott didn't stop, he
couldn't. Both boys were in another place. Scott lent over Andrew and
their mouths met, but with even more feeling.
Scott moved Andrew on his side and continued to fuck and then laid down
behind him holding tight to Andrew's body.
"Oh Christ i'm going to cum Andrew, I can't hold it much longer...
Andrew......!!! Scott's cock swelled out even further into Andrew's tight
hole and exploded time and time again. Scott called out each time, his
entire body recoiled after each ejeculation. He was panting for breath,
his chest expanding trying to grab air. Finally after the last drop had
come out of him, Scott sank into the bed, still fighting for breath. He
still held on tightly to Andrew and only began to relax after some time.
Reluctantly he withdrew from Andrew's behind and stripped off the condom.
"Christ look at this lot!" Scott proudly showed Andrew.
"That all? I bet mine will be more!" Scott was too weak to hit him and
just told Andrew to "fuck off", then kissed him.

They laid together kissing and Scott playing with Andrew.
"Thats lovely Scott. God thats lovely. Scott moved and knelt beside
Andrew and took him into his mouth, but after a while Andrew told him he
would shoot if he carried on. After a couple of minutes Andrew had to
hurry getting ready and with Scott on his back with legs far apart,
Andrew introduced his weapon to Scott's bum. Even though Scott had shot
his own load, he could not help getting hard again just watching this
beautiful boy's body over him. He looked wonderful with every muscle
reacting to Andrew's movements. The pain was there, but so was the desire
and once Andrew had broken through Scott's hole the rest was easy and oh
so brilliant. The feeling was amazing as Andrew sank further and further
into Scott and began to pump his freind and the more he did the
closer Andrew got to the summit and after just two more thrusts into
Scott, he blew his top and shot his own loads. Scott had become so worked
up watching Andrew it just took a few strokes of his cock to bring about
his second ejeculation, all over his chest.

They laid together again, but this time saying nothing, each remembering
this first time and both knowing it would never be forgotten, ever. Scott
climbed onto Andrew and each held onto the other. Both were in a bit of a
mess, but neither cared. The shower later would bring about it's own
pleasures.
"I could get used to this Andrew. I wish you did not have to go."
"Your only thinking what I am, but there are things called aircraft and
apparently they fly to the States and back." Scott smiled at Andrew.
"I will be over as soon as I can, but we both have different lives. I
just hope we can work something out."
"There is something eles we could do Scott. It's called emailing and
skype. You got one of those things called a computer?"
"Yep and there is something else called a shower. Come on you dirty sod,
we are both in a mess." They showered and took a long time over it.

Andrew's condom did in fact contain more than Scott's, but Scott managed
to get rid of both before his American could make a case!

The boys managed a few more hours together before the time came for
Andrew and his group had to leave. Saying goodbye was not good for both
of them. Andrew came to Scott's room, the very room that both had
experienced a great deal. It could be said they met as boys and parted as
men. Make your own mind up. Neither could help the tears nor indeed felt
bad about crying, why should they?
When Andrew left Scott went and laid on the bed. He waited until he heard
the coach drive off and then went down to meet his parents. They had two
days left before going home themselves, but they went in a blur for
Scott. His Mum could see what her son was going through and later knocked
on his door and asked him how he was.
"Missing Andrew Mum. Do you believe in love at first sight, because i'm
sure I am?" She smiled at her son and gave him a kiss.
"Your father and I are living proof of it dear. All I hope is if you are
in love with Andrew, he feels the same about you. Just give it time, you
will find out soon enough."

At dinner that night William announced that he had sold one of his cargo
ships to a company in Australia and Scott would be crewing it as
navigator. Quite a promotion! Ok he would be supervised of course, but he
was to be signed on as navigator and that was an important goal for Scott
and his progress towards full Captaincy. Dispite his feelings towards
Andrew and missing him like hell, it was a definite cheer up! The ship
was being sold and would be replaced by a new one nearing completion in
Sweden and William was due there to see how things were going after the
holiday.
"Mum and I will join you in Cyprus and sail on from there, so don't get
lost!" William did not say much, but he was more than aware that Scott
was finding things a bit difficult. He also remembered being madly in
love himself many years ago and it had not worked out. Then he met Jean
and life was as perfect as he could ever wish, but try telling that to
Scott right now.

Ok, we have to stop there for a while so I can explain a few things. It
wont take long.
Scott was born to very successful parents.
Scott's grandfather had started a shiping company straight after the
second world war and had four old Liberty ships bought for a song. The
company grew and when Scott's Dad came along he started to sail almost as
soon as he could walk. He had qualified as a Master at a very early age
and sailed for years until his fathers death and took the company from
good to even better. In fact brilliant, hence William's Knighthood for
services to industry and a whole wad of taxes paid to the government
coffers. His fleet consisted of ten cargo ships, but a string of other
businesses as well, including major investments in two hotels in the
States, a resturant in London and an investment in a rather large banking
group. He was a very wealthy man.
Scott knew about all of it and also knew one day it would be all his, but
his parents were very keen on Scott finding his own way and his feet were
very firmly on the ground. Still, he was a chip off the old block and was
following in his fathers footsteps in that he only wanted to gain his own
Masters ticket and raise to captain his own ship eventually. He was
already well on the way.
Scott loved the sea and intended spend his life on it. He was being
groomed into all aspects of his fathers businesses, but was not at all
sure he had his fathers business sence and was worried that he could not
carry them on. Fortunatly his father was aware of his son's attitude and
certainly did not hold it against him. William also had his feet on the
ground. No, he had already thought through all options and had made
provisions for his various business interests to continue after his and
his wife's departure.
Scotts mothers involvment in all this stuff was to head all the financial
aspects of her husbands businesses. She had qualified long before they
had met and was at the top of her profession on their first date.

All of this of course was not without it's drawbacks. As the kid of the
boss, Scott, now 15 was greeted with a lot of suspicion as soon as he
became a crew member for the first time and it was only Scott's
personnality that dispelled any of those suspicions. It got around the
fleet that he was in fact a good kid and an even better sailor and they
all took to him and never had a problem even with the die hard seamen who
did not take to anyone regardless of who they were until they proved
themselves. They also became aware that he was his own man (boy really)
and had his own character and was not living a life other than what he
wanted it to be. His father maybe wealthy and famous in his own circle,
but Scott was not interested, he would form his own circle and live his
life as HE wanted. Nobody had a clue he was gay. Scott kept that very
much to himself and even his parents had only just been told.
"Don't worry either of you. The fleet is safe, but I know i'm not the
only gay sailor working for you Dad."
No more was ever said.
Scott's only "gay" experience was confinded to a visit to a
business partner of his fathers when he was 13. All three of them went to
visit him and his family in America.
James was his age and during the whole visit the two boys hung around
together and also slept in the same bed. They got on extreamly well and
became good friends.
What happened between the boys was no more than curiosity and they did
quite a lot of what two boys of their ages can be curious about! What it
did show Scott was what he had thought about himself since the age of 9
and therefore James was a very important person in his life, as was Scott
in Jame's.
His first experience of naked body contact with another guy, the kissing
and exploration of a male body was for Scott like opening the curtains
and the sun bursting in.
James would never be forgotten, but Scott was as sure as he could be he
was in love with Andrew.

He would just have to wait and see if Andrew was also in love with him.

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Bobby