Having a houseboy around conveys a certain status, a certain need that a traditional cleaning servic

Having a houseboy around conveys a certain status, a certain need that a traditional cleaning service can’t fill. But what if you don’t have a house? When I moved into my yacht full time, I needed a yacht boy but was having difficulty finding one. Houseboys tend to be habits of creature. They like running their errands in a certain order, and having lots of stores to pick from so that they can always get what they need for their Master. Putting them on a vessel in the middle of the ocean means big changes. They have to make best with what’s in stock, and additionally, they have to know about boats and the upkeep of them.I found Maarten in the Caribbean. His parents had raised him on a commune in Ecuador, and he’d grown up sailing and living off the land. He’d hitched a ride to the Bahamas but found himself stuck there. I met him at a beach party, and promptly took him to bed. Maarten hadn’t been taken care of in a while, and kept me up all night with his needs. In the morning, I realized that I could absolutely get used to waking up with this pretty boy next to me. Maarten asked to make me breakfast without me inquiring, and he expressed fascination in my yacht. He wanted the whole tour. When we were done, we stood on the bow together. “You like it Maarten?”“I really do, Sir. Ship’s a beauty. Might nicer than a cargo ship, I’ll tell you that.”I chuffed under my breath. “I hope so. Would you like to stay on it?”It was like giving a kid a big gift on Christmas. I thought Maarten would never stop hugging me. I thought a free-spirit like him wouldn’t want to be tied down for a contract, but turns out what Maarten wanted was some stability in his life - that, and good sex.I bookmark the page I’m reading with my thumb and peer at Maarten’s nude form over my sunglasses. Love those longs legs! He’s already starting to tan all over - no more weird shirt lines for him. I watch him inspect the lines and made his rounds.“Maarten?” I say.He turns around and looks at me. “Yes sir?”“Would you mind a fuck right now? Cause watching you is making me randy.”He blushes all over. “I’ll never say no to a fuck on a beautiful day like this.”I set the book aside. “Go get the lube.”“Aye aye.”Not three minutes later, he’s straddling my legs and riding me hard. I fix both hands on his hips and let him piston away. Soon, I release one of my hands and wrap it around his cock. This excites him and he turns wild in my lap.The nice thing about having sex on a yacht is that there’s literally no one around to be bothered by our shouts of passion. And Maarten, when he cums, really sings. _______________________Text is fictional. -- source link

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