MV Lady Jean Peterson
Twenty one year old Scott Peterson stood at the bottom of the ski slope in Dalvik North Iceland looking back up waiting for his parents to arrive. His mother, Lady Jean Peterson, came to a stop next to her son and they watched husband and father, Sir William Peterson, wobble gently down the last bit and eventually joined his wife and son.
“What a result! Didn’t fall over once. I promise you two I WILL beat one of you one day.” He thought quickly. “Well, maybe I will you Jean if you break a leg. Come on, coffee time.” Sir William Peterson may have been a more than successful ship owner and businessman, but on the ski slopes he was crap. They parked their skis and went inside the lodge and after taking their boots off, found a table and Scott went off to get coffee and Klienur (A type of Icelandic doughnut).
While Scott waited to be served he looked around him and saw the family he had seen at the Foss Hotel where he and his parents were staying just on the edge of this small fishing town of about 2000 people. Scott looked at the parents and their three children, but Scott’s main interest was the young man about his age slightly shorter than Scott and very very good looking and Scott was sure a great body to go with the good looks. Andrew Bushman glanced up and saw the guy who he had seen in their hotel two days ago looking at him and smiled. Scott smiled back and both nodded to the other. Scott turned away to give his order and thinking about later when he would be introducing himself to this young man. He sat down at his table making sure he was able to see the guy and the looks continued as well as the smiles.
“Mum and I are going to Akurayri tonight Scott, there is a concert at the Hoff, you coming?” Scott thought over his options. An evening with the oldies, or chatting up drop dead gorgeous, even though it seemed he was American.
“No thanks dad, I may have something else on.”
“Like a date?” His mother had a massive smile on her face. “His name is Andrew Bushman and is 21 as well. He is qualifying in marine engineering and has a year left before graduating. The family are staying until Friday and then go back to the States, Richmond to be precise.” Scott looked at his mother and smiled with her.
“Have you ever worked for MI5 mum?”
“Not yet, they seem to be a nice family so no security risk, I talked to Walter and Janice after dinner last night and they are very pleasant. Andrew is their second eldest, the older son could not come with them as he is working, but the pride and love is so obvious. Lovely family.”
“Is that all the information you got? Not much really.”
“Oh….! Did I find out if Andrew is gay? No dear, but it would be nice if he was don’t you think?” Scott dropped the subject and suggested they went back on the slopes. They got up and left, but not before there was just one more look and a smile. “Yes it would be nice mum.” Scott thought and realised this was the first time he had ever thought that about a bloke, all the others he had met were just fun and sex and after a year of having “fun and sex,” he stopped going to London, he was done with the scene. He was 19 when he had decided that and knew that the next time he kissed a guy it would tell him all he needed to know.
Sir William Peterson his wife and son were on the lifts taking them back to the top of the ski slopes and while they go there is time to hand out a few details.
The Peterson family line could be traced back to the time of Henry the Eighth and although it was a period of great change in England none of it directly involved Peter and his son’s because they managed to keep away from Henry’s unique way of getting rid of any obstacle and were either at sea or building the ships that Henry demanded and were very good at it. All this is about is the family connection with ships, the sea and a life style that is still with the Peterson’s as they are at this time, 2005.
Scott’s grandfather had served with the Merchant Navy during the Second World War and after it was all over he was in a financial position to buy four Liberty ships for virtually nothing and in 1947 began his shipping company and named it the “Ocean Shipping Company”. William was just five years of age when he first went to sea with his father and from the moment he boarded his fathers “Ocean 1” he was hooked and absorbed himself into a life at sea until he had to take the company over when his father died. From that time William took the company forward and now had 12 much newer cargo ships in his fleet and also bought into various other businesses which included majority holdings in two hotels in America, two in London and a major investment in an Insurance and Finance company. Sir William Peterson was incredibly wealthy and so would Scott be when the various business’s came his way, but Scott never thought about any of it because all he was interested in was to go to sea as soon as he was able and work from the lowest deck and, through his own ability, gain promotion to higher responsibilities and positions within his father’s company. He would never gain promotion just because his dad owned the company and was regarded in the same way as any other seaman by his father. Scott had by now attained second officer status and in a month’s time would sail to Australia and at the same time qualify as a navigator which would take him towards First officer and then, eventually, full Captaincy of his own ship. He may be very young, but as he had started to sail seriously at five years of age, like his father, and included many cruises on “daddy’s yacht,” he already had 16 years’ experience under his belt.
OKAY! So Daddy owned the company, but the level Scott had reached was all down to his own ability and determination. Anyone who thought differently soon found out that Scott was his own person and would not take shit from anyone who thought he was in favour. Two men found out to their cost that Scott would not take any more snide remarks about him and his father and the family connection when they woke up with Scott still standing over them. “Say what you want about me I don’t give a shit, but don’t foul mouth the man who pays us all well and gives you the life you enjoy. Disrespect him again and you WILL get more of this.” After the second guy went down it got round the fleet that Scott was not to be fucked with and nothing more was said.
“I hear you’ve had a couple of problems with some crew Scott.”
“You need to get your hearing checked dad.”
If they had known he was gay as well as being the son of the boss, he would have had much more to deal with no doubt. Scott had many a laugh thinking about that.
“Happy 16th for tomorrow Scott.” Scott’s best friend Damian had called round after Scott’s last day at school and would soon be joining his first full time ship, the Ocean 6 and sail with Captain Bob Taylor as a Cadet engineer.
“Thanks Dam, I’m going to miss you a lot. Shall we eat now or have sex first?”
“How about sex first, eat and then have more sex?”
They stripped one another off and once naked, Damian got on his knees and took Scott’s 6.5 inches right to the base and sucked for ages while Scott stood there enjoying the moment as he became more worked up. At the point before he knew he would cum, he got Damian to his feet and went down on him and gave his friend what he had just had.
Scott knew that Damian was getting close by the deep breathing coming out and, as normal, they got onto Scott’s bed and into a 69 and once there, they finished one another off. They eat and had sex again. All very nice, but totally unfulfilling and that would be the same story as Scott travelled through those early years.
Scott met loads of guys during his infrequent times on shore leave and had sex with a few, but NEVER at sea, that was a definite no no. It all left him rather empty afterwards and now eighteen he had still not kissed a guy with any feeling either from him or the guy kissing him and that was what he was waiting for. Scott just knew that if a guy kissed him in the way he wanted, he would know there could be more than just having sex. He had stopped his trips to London and now at 21 he was on the ski lift, thinking about Andrew Bushman.
“Are you sure you will be safe Scott. Dad and I will cancel going out tonight if you don’t want us too.” Jean smiled at her son and he in turn glared back. Scott loved his mother to bits, but even she could be an embarrassment at times.
“I will be fine mother. I hate to say this but would you and dad bugger off please?” Jean kissed her son and told him they were “buggering off,” and he was not to behave himself.
Scott waved them goodbye and went to the lounge bar where he knew the Bushman’s would be and went straight up to them and introduced himself. “Hello, I’m Scott Peterson.” And shook hands with the parents and when he got to Andrew said.” I would like you to come for a walk with me Andrew.” Scott had never thought he should hold back if something important was on his mind.
“Is that an order or an invitation?” Andrew was looking up at Scott and just knew it would not be long before they were going for that walk.
“Take your pick, but your still coming.” Scott could not take his eyes off of him and the American’s handsome face became even more so with that lovely smile.
“Oh, ok but I will have to get my coat first.” Andrew stood up and the Bushman’s smiled a sort of knowing smile.
“I will come up with you, you might get lost.” With that Scott led Andrew to his room.
As soon as the door closed Scott took Andrew into his arms and kissed him, and then kissed him a lot more and… fell in love at the same time. Andrew kissed back and also fell in love. For some inexplicable reason they actually went out for that walk!
That first kiss was just the beginning they both hoped for, but because of future circumstances in the not so distant future, it could be the shortest “beginning” of all time, in fact the next day. They had managed to escape parents and were in the harbour looking at trawlers moored up when Andrew had a bright idea, as did his cock.
“Don’t you think it’s about time we did what I guess our parents think we have already done?”
“What here? Its fucking freezing, my knob will fall off!”
“In my or your room you thick shit!” They raced back to the hotel and that’s where things went a bit tit’s up. In his haste and with only one thought on his mind, Scott tripped up on one of the steps leading to the hotel entrance and broke an ankle.
How on earth two lovers who had so far not actually made love, but as horny for each other as a field of rabbits, could laugh like these two did was beyond both sets of parents. After quick visits from each pair Scott and Andrew were left alone to talk.
“What happens now?” Andrew asked and smiled at him.
“I was about to ask you that. Ok, I know I messed up when I broke this thing, but honestly you are the first bloke I want to keep seeing. I know the Atlantic is in the way and we are both pretty busy, but there must be a way we can get to see one another again and email and video call?”
“No and never had one and yes I did the gay scene for a couple of years but got fed up with it, its false and so fucking bitchy. All it is is looking for your next fuck. Don’t get me wrong there are some nice guys as well, but I never met one that I wanted to date, until now that is. Right, end of interrogation, what about you?”
“I never ever went on any gay scene. Most of my friends came from our town and then college. I met a few guys and stuff happened, then I met this one guy and we were together for five months but broke up six months ago when I found out he was seeing someone else behind my back. I really fucked up, but I thought I was in love with him and ignored the signs. I found out after the split he was fucking about just about the whole time we were together it just goes to show his level of commitment. How stupid can a guy get?”
“I don’t think you are stupid, just unlucky. I hope your bad luck is my good luck though. Do you want to stay in touch?” Andrew looked and smiled at Scott.
“Bloody sure I do mate,” Andrew said in a really crap English accent, so he reverted to norm. “I really do and before you ask I won’t be seeing other guys apart from my gay friends and nothing will happen with them and never did, that’s why they are friends.”
“I know I buggered up when I broke my ankle, but in some ways it’s a hell of a turn on for when we next meet.”
“Just don’t run up anymore stairs then.”
They spent as much time together as they could, but three days after Scott limped out of hospital Andrew had to go and the parting was a bad time for both of them.
They were in Scott’s room saying goodbye with their arms tightly around the others body and kissing the man both had fallen in love with.
“It was so easy to fall in love with you Andrew, please don’t make me have to fall out of love, promise?”
“I won’t, I promise and you do the same, promise?” They kissed some more and Andrew left, both somewhat pissed off.
This was now the start of a long distance relationship and one which became stronger as they text messaged, emailed and video called, they were both happy with that knowing full well there would be a meeting at some time when they would be able to consummate their love and fuck like that field of rabbits.
The Peterson’s still had four days left and Scott was happy to sit in the ski lodge and watch his mum and dad out on the slopes while he sent yet another text to Andrew and smiled at the reply. It also gave him time to think about something that had been on his mind for two years, a fishing trawler, the “Hauksson” that his father had bought after seeing it moored up in Dalvik harbour during their last holiday there two years previously.
William was an excellent businessman, but even he balls up occasionally. When he and Scott first saw the trawler which they found out was up for sale, they both fell in love with it. William had a friend in England who was looking to expand his fleet and although William could not contact him to tell him about the craft, he bought it on impulse thinking his friend would like it as much as he did. He didn’t and the trawler was now stuck in William’s dock yard and William wondering what to do with it. He could have sold it on for as much as he had paid for it, but that was against William’s sense of business. “Dad she will just rot like that.” A month later the trawler had been taken out of the water and repainted. “No she won’t.”
His mother came in the ski lodge and sat with her son waiting for William to finally arrive.
“Another record broken my dears, just got the slowest decent ever on this slope, good aye?” They ignored him and Scott spoke again about the “Hauksson.” Scott was sure it could be converted into a research ship and be hired out to Artic research organisations, oceanographers, film makers and TV companies of which there was huge interest in recording marine life and the undersea world. More was known about the moon than the seas and oceans.
“Dad I have gone into it lots of times and I know it could make a profit.”
“I’m not interested in hearing it COULD make a profit Scott. I want to hear you say it WILL make a profit. Tell me and show me it will and I will think more seriously about it and of course think about what you haven’t mentioned yet, you hope to captain her, right?”
“Yes and because of the family history at sea all these years I know I will qualify without too much trouble. I know that sounds boastful, but I have never been more confident about anything, just following you, granddad and everyone else that’s all.”
“I remember saying something like that to granddad all those years ago. I won’t do the same as he did to me, he just took me down to his pub and got me stinking pissed. Next morning he told me I would never make a good captain!”
Jean laid on William’s chest in bed and laughed when they heard Scott laugh in his room next door to them.
“I would love to know what they are talking about, dirty sods.” Jean laughed again. “Andrew is such a nice boy and I’m sure we haven’t seen the last of him. Such a lovely family. William, when will you tell Scott you are going to him give the “Hauksson?”
“As soon as he qualifies on the Ocean 6 next month and, assuming he does which he will, I want him to sail as first officer with the O4 for a year and by that time he will be ready and so will the “Hulksson.” He is going to be a busy boy, but he will have a fantastic ship. I have already told the yard to strip her out and the planners take over and plan the conversion ready for the rebuild. The first job will be to strengthen her hull to sail through ice. The whole conversion will take a year and by then Scott will be ready.”
“And when are you going to tell him about the company and him becoming a 49% shareholder?”
“As soon as we get home. He doesn’t know it yet but I have dozens of boxes full of company papers for him to study when he is off watch on his qualifying trip.” William laughed out loud. “That will interfere with the sex chat between him and Andrew quite a lot, poor sods.”
Andrew was staring at an empty screen waiting for Scott to come back. He already knew he must have a great body as his clothes fitted so well and at 6 foot there was a lot of body to think about, but even he did not realise just how beautiful Scott was until he came back into camera range and just stood there for Andrew’s inspection. Andrew just stared at his screen with his mouth open. He had seen many young men over the years in the showers and locker rooms and many of them a delight to look at and being gay he could not get enough of shower and locker room time, which on a very few occasions lead to more than just looking.
He was looking at the most perfect body he had ever seen, six foot of shear beauty. Scott was very trim with an athlete’s build. Everything about him was in perfect shape from his handsome face and well developed shoulders and abs, slim waist, flat belly with a fantastic six pack. Perfectly developed arms and legs and all of him hair free and nicely tanned. What Scott had paid particular attention to was not to overdo his time in the gym, he had got to where he wanted his body to get and although he still went twice a week, he kept fit on the treadmill, rowing machine and bike most days he was able too.
“Loose the briefs.” Andrew squeaked. Scott smiled at him and turned his back and dropped them. He smiled even more when the word “FUCK!” arrived all the way from America. He turn and all he could see was Andrew swallowing as he stared at the ample 7 inch loose uncut cock hanging between Scott’s legs. He teased Andrew some more and jiggled from side to side which not only moved that amazing cock about, but now Andrew could see the equally beautiful balls moving in time with it. Andrew stared at all of him and took in the trimmed black pubes which matched Scott’s short thick black head hair. Scott sat back down and smiled at Andrew.
“Loose the lot.” He stared at Andrew as he stood up to his 5ft 9 inches and shoved his chair out of the way. He took a step back to give Scott a full view and slowly lifted his tee shirt and stayed still to give Scott time to take him all in. Andrew was not big boned and everything about him was tight and trim, his body was beautifully developed and Scott knew he did not have to spend much time in the gym getting that natural body form and already knew he kept fit by middle distance running, swimming and diving. Scott found himself holding his breath as Andrew put his thumbs in the waist band of his shorts and slowly pushed them down as he turned round. Scott looked at this amazingly cute firm bum and as he did Scott’s 7 inches began the upward climb. Andrew kicked them away and once again stood there for inspection.
“Oh my word, you are stunning.” Scott was looking at the most wonderful man he had ever set eyes on as he took in the beauty of Andrew and smiled as he too shook his hips and the wonderful 6.5 inch uncut cock went from side to side with his low slung balls trying to keep up. Andrew’s legs were perfection, slim and so very much in proportion to the rest of him. His pubic area was as fair as his head hair and with those blue eyes looking at Scott it was hardly surprising Scott’s own masterpiece was now rock hard.
“Stand up Scott please.” Scott did as he was told showing Andrew his hard on and watched as Andrew’s joined in the fun all those thousands of miles away. Without another word, both began to stroke both watching the other and knowing this was not going to last long. As they approached the final few strokes their breathing became more laboured which turned to grunts as they both shot at the same time filling their free hand. They showed each other the huge donation they had produced and had their first argument as to who had the most. After calling a truce they wiped their hands and screens clean and chatted for another hour, then gave one more show and signed off.
Scott and his mother were once again in the lodge waiting for William to turn up. It seemed William was in fact getting slower on the slopes, presumably to retain his record.
“Mum, do you believe in love at first sight? I’m know I am and Andrew is sure as well. So he said anyway.”
“Dad and I are living proof of it my love, mind you if we had been here when we first met, it would never have happened.”
“I would have been flying back home before he got to the bottom. He’s bloody useless, bless him.” Jean laughed out loud and smiled at Scott. “We made you a month after we met.”
“Not very Lady like mother.”
“Do you want to bet! Read your history Scott, us supposed “Lady’s” are everything but, or maybe it’s just me. All I know that since I met Dad, life could not be better and even more so when you came along.” She thought for a while. ”Just a shame we could not give you brothers and sisters, but we did try believe me.”
“Do you and dad ever have regrets that I won’t make you grandparents?”
“Of course we would have loved that, but since you confirmed what I already knew and then told dad it did not enter our heads and now you have met Andrew, we are even happier. Scott you may think you are in love with him, but just give it time my sweet. It will all become clearer soon, we have to get Andrew over as soon as both of you are free and for what it’s worth, we both think he is a lovely boy and you look wonderful together. Ah, here’s “friction” man! Hello dear, Scott and I were trying to work out which would arrive first, you or summer!”
They were back home sitting in the lounge after their evening meal and Scott listening to his father and quite frankly hardly believing what he was being told. He just sat there not saying a word and trying to take in the fact he was now officially 49% in his father’s business empire and that he would take captaincy of the “Hauksson” when he had gained his Masters ticket and she had been converted as a research ship.
“Scott when you first mentioned it over a year ago I made quite a few enquiries. I then handed it over to Ben Masters at the yard and after a couple of mouths he got back to me with an outline plan, surveyor’s reports, the Mariners Association and my, oops, our lawyers and it all seems very positive. I told Ben to shelve it all until mum and I knew that you were serious about your plan and, bingo, here we are. Get your four rings and you have your first command in about a year from now.
They spoke for another hour and Scott even missed his arranged video call with Andrew, but knew he would understand after he sent an email before he went to bed.
“Dad, there is just one thing.” Scott paused, the father son connection was obvious, but now he could very well be on his way to Captain rank, he suddenly had doubts. “If I do all the things I need to do to qualify and you give me the “Hauksson,” what will everyone think. You know something, I have only just realised what the reaction could be.”
“Mum and I have known for a long time you come up with some very good ideas and we both know you think through an idea or plan before you open your mouth. Any idea where you get that from?”
“And Great granddad and two more before him as well. So what I am reminding you of is your family history and that is mainly to do with becoming very good seamen and all of us at an early age and you my man could become the youngest Captain in our family and will beat me by a year, you sod. IF anyone has a problem, it’s not mine so they have to get over it, you have much more important things to think about. Scott you will be working your balls off over the next few months getting to know much more now about the businesses as well as take your navigation ticket and also thinking about the “Hauksson.”
“Andrew won’t like this one bit.” Jean said. They both looked at her.
“You, working your balls off. The shortest relationship ever if that happens.” Jean got them both back down to earth.
Hi Andrew! I am so sorry I did not get to my computer, but I hope you are not too mad at me when I tell you why……. Scott wrote about all that he had been told including his mother’s remark about Andrew not being happy if….. I work my balls off. Little do mum and dad know you haven’t even touched them yet!
Scott wrote a lot more which is apparently private to them for some reason and then suddenly stopped and just stared at the screen….
Fuck Andrew! (one day I will, so will you) I have just thought. YOU will be qualified at about the same time as the “Hauksson” is ready! Fancy an engineer’s job? Say yes, say yes, say yes! Yes?
Scott sent the email and then sent a text to tell Andrew he had sent an email. He went for his shower and got naked into bed. He was far from sleep with all this going on in his head and had the wank he told Andrew he was going to have. He wiped his hand clear and laid back down. “What if Andrew says he wants to sail with me? I will have my first crew member and no ship!
“Welcome back Scott.” Senior Captain Bob Taylor Master of the Ocean 6 shook Scott’s hand. “Captain Mason is already on the bridge waiting for you and pretending to be in a foul mood just to try to put you off. Good luck old chap, not that you need it.”
Captain Mason declined to shake hands and instead gave Scott the sailing itinerary. “Study that for an hour Mr Peterson and then call me, I will be in my cabin. Let’s leave him gentlemen please, he doesn’t need anyone to help him fuck it up.” He, Bob Taylor and the ships navigator, Charlie Broadbent followed Mason out of the chart room, but he stopped and therefore so did the other two. “Oh, Mr Peterson, Captain Taylor has informed me all the satellite navigation systems and backup systems will fail, just as soon as we get into the Channel.” Bob Taylor and Charlie smiled broadly and winked at him and followed Mason below. In fact they wouldn’t fail at all, but the screens would be covered up.
Scott set about his work and after the hour that Mason had given him he had plotted his courses from Southampton to Gibraltar, the Grand Harbour Malta, Port of Piraeus Greece and finally his qualification sailing would end in the Port of Limassol Cyprus. He then plotted the rest of the voyage all the way to Australia in the hope that someone would be impressed. All very simple sounding but extremely difficult and demanding, all of these ports had very strict arrival and departure times and if you missed one not only would you have to wait out at sea or in harbour for another slot or tide, you would also have the company’s owner on your head and looking for another job. Navigating in and out of port was also a bugger as there were also a few dozen other ships in your way and not at all interested that you were trying to impress the examiner on your ability and hoping to gain your navigators ticket. Navigating the Mediterranean Sea was like driving in a F1 grand prix, only in slow motion, but ships going in all sorts of directions and speeds and no brakes. No pressure then.
Scott went over it all again and the only worry he had was he knew everything was spot on and although he would try hard, Mason could not fault it. His worry? Was he being too confident? And if he was, was he being arrogant? He had never been told he was. Fuck, now he was worried! “Oh shit, let’s find out.” He rang Mason’s cabin.
Mason of course would keep him waiting, just to add pressure and while he stood there thought about Andrew and smiled as he recalled their last video chat.
“You really think your dad will let you loose on the world’s oceans at your age? And here’s me thinking he was an intelligent man. Still, if it’s going to happen you will need me to stop you from sinking the fucking thing.” They laughed their way through the rest of the call and got naked again. IF Scott had any doubts about Andrew sailing with him, looking at him like that would have changed his mind.
He also thought about the plans his mum and dad had. “We are going to Sweden to look at the new Ocean Six and then go back home for a week before flying out to join you in Cyprus so don’t get lost. We will sail with you to Australia and complete the sale of O6, then fly back home. You can go and stay with Andrew, but ONLY if you get your ticket.
Andrew was beside himself when Scott told him. They chatted for an hour planning Scott’s stay, but after an hour they had not come up with much other than what would go on in Andrew’s bedroom.
“Right, let’s have a look at this shit.” Mason had just bought him back to the present.
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