Chapter 1

There are many families out there where the children follow in the footsteps of the parents and this seems to be the case in my family as well. Going back to the vikings, my family has gone to sea. My grandfather came to the US at the age of 12 and took after his father fishing in the northwest out of Washington. He did well and moved to South Florida to buy a five acre piece of land in Ft. Lauderdale and opened a marina on the Intercoastal Waterway.

My father and his two brothers now own the land and the marina. The income is good and they share the responsibilities when they aren’t off doing other jobs. My dad’s the oldest and joined the Navy at age 17. He got out after 6 years as a Navy Seal. He met my mom and now they both work together moving private yachts all over the world. They both have their captain’s licenses and my mom is also a great cook often serving in that capacity on charters.

Dad has two younger brothers, Ken is a master marine mechanic and is in charge of the marina. Eddie is the youngest and only ten years older than me. He does about everything it seems. He has a boat for charter doing both fishing and dive trips. He’s a dive master and collects tropical fish for sale at pet stores. He also buys and sells sail boats and is an amazing sailor.

My name is Bjorn but everyone calls me Bull. When I was 2 or 3, we were all at the marina for Thanksgiving with all the family. I was running around like a kid and accidently grabbed the tablecloth and proceeded to pull about six place settings with me as they crashed to the floor. Grandma was alive back then and said that I was like a bull in a china shop. The nickname stuck and I’ve been called “Bull,” ever since.

I’ve been raised for the most part at sea. I can’t tell you about movies or TV shows. It isn’t something I watch. I’ve been homeschooled at sea since I was three. Six to seven days a week, my mom has me going through the school work. When you move a boat from Miami to Monaco, it takes a while. My typical day is working out with my dad on the back deck, pushups, sit ups, and mountain climbers. After that we do some hand to hand combat training. It’s mostly martial arts that he learned in the Navy but he’s taught me and we spar most days.

After a shower and breakfast, Dad will go up to the helm and Mom will change roles from captain to teacher. She would teach me all the work I had to finish for the day or week and then would leave me to get it done. It would normally take me 3 to 4 hours to finish one day’s worth of work. After school, I was free to do other things. I could read a book, play my guitar or take a turn at the helm.

If we were in traffic or in the Intercoastal, Mom or Dad would be at the helm but after I turned 8, I could take turns out in the open ocean. It gave Mom and Dad some alone time. We were all used to living in close quarters both at sea and in our small 2 bedroom house on the grounds of the marina. We aren’t nudists or anything but many of the beaches we enjoy in Europe are either topless or nude beaches and when in Rome as they say. From the time I was a baby, I was taught to swim, dive, surf and sail in the ocean.

The other good thing about traveling with my parents is that since I was ten, my parents have been charging their customers for my work as a mate. It started when I was at the helm, hundreds of miles from the nearest land and thousands of feet from the bottom of the ocean. My parents were below and I was just watching the compass and keeping an eye out for other boats. There wasn’t any in sight but then I saw some strange white water off the crest of a wave and after looking closer, saw it was a tree in the water.

The tree might have fallen off of a ship or floated down a river but here it was in the middle of the ocean and I was about to ram it with a multimillion dollar yacht. I pulled the wheel hard to port, (left) and pulled back on the throttle on the port engine. I pushed forward on the starboard (right) engine to try to miss this massive tree. As the boat grabbed the water and started to turn, Dad came flying up to the bridge and asked what was going on. He was completely naked and Mom was too, a couple steps behind him. He saw the tree and watched as it flowed past on the starboard side.

That move along with the chores I did on board, led my dad to see that I deserved to be compensated for the work I did. Since then, my bank account started to grow. I was finishing school at an above average pace, seeing the world and learning to play my guitar with plenty of practice. When we were in port, I got to see the world if we were away from home. If I was home then my parents or one of my uncles usually had something for me to do. I had a few friends that I’d met from near the marina and I had a cousin, Kari who is two and a half years younger than me. When we were in town and I wasn’t helping one of my uncles, I would surf, play or hang out with some of the local kids.

Things started to change for me when I was about 16 years old. I’m tall, very fit, blonde hair and blue eyes like many of my ancestral vikings. I’m also hung like a horse or so I’ve been told. Even at 16 I was a little over 8 inches when hard and at 16 I was hard if the wind changed directions. As I said earlier, my family spent time at nude beaches in Europe and weren’t too bashful on the boat or around the house.

We were docked in Saint Tropez, in the south of France. Mom was going into town to restock the groceries and get ready for the owners that were flying in at the end of the week to enjoy the Mediterranean for the summer. Dad was doing paperwork and double checking that everything was ready. They told me to take the day off, so I grabbed a towel and a paperback before I walked a mile or so to the beach. The beach is very popular and on the weekend can see tens of thousands of people but it was a Wednesday and it wasn’t too crowded. I put down my towel and kicked off my flip flops.I dropped my t-shirt and shorts as well. I had been swimming and playing at beaches my whole life and nude beaches when they were nearby so this was no big deal to me.

I laid down and started to read. I made it through a couple chapters and was sweating some from the sun. Taking a dip sounded refreshing so I went to the water and waded out. Two girls were behind me as I dove in and surfaced about twenty feet further out. It was about waist deep on me and as I turned to look back at the beach, the girls said hello. They actually said, “Bonjour,” but I knew what they meant. They switched to English after we introduced ourselves and where we were from. Ella and Patrice were in town for a couple weeks with Ella’s parents and both lived in the suburbs of Paris. They didn’t say their age but mentioned that they would be starting their last year of high school. I replied that I was too. I just didn’t mention that I was home-schooled and had just turned 16.

It seemed that while I was reading on the beach, they were checking me out and were interested in what they saw. I liked what I saw in both of them. Growing up on the boats and traveling as much as we did, I’ve seen many people of different races, ethnicities, sizes, shapes and levels of beauty. There are pros and cons to each person. I try to enjoy the pros and try not to focus on the cons. Ella had nice breasts and a pretty smile. Patrice had high cheek- bones and long dark hair but smaller breasts.

They were both very appealing. We drifted further out into the water and hands moved to touch each other. They liked to stroke my cock and were happy to let me kiss them and touch them anywhere I wanted as well. I was just exploring and learning. I think they were both more experienced but were intrigued by the size of my hardness. Ella’s parents were off for the day visiting vineyards and the girls suggested going back to the flat they were renting. I just nodded my approval and got a few stares as I was hard walking to get my clothes and towel.

They both wanted a ride on my cock so they went one after the other with Ella first. She made the sounds of a woman that was enjoying herself more so than Patrice who I could tell was being stretched tight and having some trouble until she got used to the girth and started to feel pleasantly filled. I would love to say that I was a stud and had them begging for more all day and night, but after we were done with round one, we were talking and it came out that I was only 16 and this was my first time. They were both embarrassed to rob the cradle but also took pity on me and showed me a few things as I learned about oral sex and different angles of entry to please a woman from in front or behind.

After some kisses goodbye, I went back to the boat. When asked about my day, I told my parents about meeting Ella and Patrice. They asked some questions and soon pried out of me that I was no longer a virgin. This prompted a discussion about birds and bees as well as women and men. As I mentioned earlier, we were a pretty open family and Mom and Dad both knew about what having a large cock would mean for me with my looks and size.

It was shocking to hear what they had to say. Mom said, “Bull, you are a tall, handsome, and well hung man like your dad and your uncles. I can tell you that this will be both a blessing and a curse. You know that port that we come into where you can see the ferris wheel. You always want to go for a ride. You don’t ever wake up thinking about it but when you see it you want to take a ride on it. You will be the ferris wheel to many, many women. I see it with your dad every day and your uncles too. That’s why Ed has never married and your dad and I have a special arrangement in our relationship.

“I don’t want you to get a big head but most men will do anything to get laid and women think they can just wink and get a guy to follow them. You have many more options and don’t have to settle for whatever you don’t want to. I mean you can define the rules and be in control of what you do or don’t do. I would bet those girls came up to you on the beach. I’ve seen it a hundred times.”

As I blushed at what she was saying, I nodded. “I was just reading for a while and when I got up to cool off in the water they followed me and started talking to me. Both of them were together and neither tried to get me alone.”

“Those girls both wanted what you had and didn’t even think about being a boyfriend or a husband. They just wanted what was between your legs and your good looks made it easy for them to do whatever to brag about their conquest. Like a professional athlete or a rock star, sleeping with you takes on a different purpose or meaning for most of these women. You still need to set expectations ahead of time but you have much more control in these situations.”

Dad was just nodding his head. “You’ll make some mistakes, we all do. What your mom says is true. You can always talk to me or your uncles if you want any advice. At your age, I would say to be careful and have fun. Girls your age will most likely be too small or immature and most women will feel bad about someone so young but there will be some that don’t care and will do what you ask or tell them to be able to take you for a ride.”

What they were saying just didn’t add up to what society had taught me up to this point in my life. I tried to accept it but had a lot to think about. We had a couple more days before the owners flew in to take over the boat and we flew back to Florida. It was a little embarrassing to go to the nude beach with my mom and have her pointing out the women that were watching me and if I wanted to could have. My dad just sat there with his sunglasses on and pretended not to hear her.

We flew home and we had a couple weeks before Mom and Dad had a job moving a boat up the east coast to Portsmouth, NH. I hung out with some of the local kids and actually found one of the local girls that noticed the bulge in my shorts and made me an offer. Sandy was concerned about her reputation but if I promised not to tell, I could have her and use her as I wanted. Once or twice a day for the next week, she howled as I used her and tried out what Ella had taught me as well as learn a bit more about how women would react to different things. I was observant and took my education seriously. I noticed some things were similar and some things different in what Sandy liked and didn’t like. By the middle of the next week, she seemed to just say, “Yes,” to whatever I suggested. When I asked my dad, he said that she was what he would call a submissive personality and had submitted the power to me to make the decisions in the relationship. Again this was something I had to think about and absorb but I was still learning.

Something else happened that changed my life significantly. My uncle Eddie, after having a long talk with my dad, asked me to help him move a boat. It wasn’t the first time but it seemed different. We were both taking sailboats down to the Bahamas and then picking up another to take down through the Panama canal and up to San Diego. I’d done a lot of sailing and plenty of open water but this would be a big trip for me. I was finished with my high school education and tested for my SAT and ACT if I wanted to go to college. With my grades and scores, I could attend almost any college in the US besides maybe Harvard or Yale.

We were talking a couple days before we were to take the two sailboats across to the Abacos when Eddie said, “Bull, you’re a young man and you probably haven’t really noticed that whenever any of our families need anything, we have the money to do it. This is because we work hard, we don’t have any debt and we live within our means. If anyone asks we can point to trusts that have been set up for us and we work on and offshore so we have both on and offshore banking relationships.”

He gave me time to think about this but nothing really seemed out of place. He continued. “From time to time, there are things that we can move from one country to another with less scrutiny or inspection than other people or methods. Those things can bring us extra cash and add to the monies that we have in the different banks around the world. I know that your dad has money in the Bahamas, the Cayman Islands and Switzerland besides what we get from the work here in the US. If any of us want to buy and sell a boat to make some money, we have the cash to do so if It’s a $20k boat or a $2 million boat.”

When he said, million, that made my ears perk up. I’d never really asked about money because I never paid attention to it. I asked, “What kinds of things do you move? Drugs?” This was the early 80’s in south Florida. Everyone knew about cocaine and I knew a couple people suspected of running things onshore.

Eddie said, “Sometimes drugs, sometimes artwork or other things that would have a heavy tax coming into or out of the country. I had a couple lion cubs once, that ended up in Saudi Arabia. I bring this up now because I’m not married and you’re a minor. If we were to get caught, it would be less of an impact than if we both were married with kids. The trip to the Bahamas will be legit but the trip through the canal will be a pickup and drop off of some drugs in California. I don’t want to spring this on you once we’ve left shore and leave you no choice in the matter.”

This was a surprise to me but it made sense. Kids that got caught were only usually kept until they were an adult then released. Adults paid the bigger price. I asked, “How much will we make and how much will be my cut?”

He just smiled. “I have enough cash to buy about a half million in coke. I buy it at twenty dollars a gram and sell it at sixty. When it hits the streets they sell it for a hundred. I can buy as much as I want from a guy in Panama and sell as much as I want to a guy in San Diego. I figure that It’s my money and I’m taking the bigger risk. I’ll take 80 percent of the profit and you can keep twenty.”

Doing the math, that meant he would keep eight-hundred thousand and I would get two-hundred thousand. That sounded a lot better than fifty bucks a day working as a mate. I nodded, and asked, “If I bring some of my own money, do I get eighty percent of that?”

He laughed at me. “Like father, like son. Your dad would ask and expect the same thing. If It’s fair for me, It’s fair for you. Bring as much as you want. There have been a few busts lately and there’s a big demand on both coasts.”

We were ready to leave the next day when Eddie came up to me. “Bull, I hate to ask this but my boat has a problem with the generator and I need a new part. It will be here in 2 days and another hour or two to install it. The boat you have is being chartered in two days and I need you to do the crossing alone and wait for me there. Are you up for it or do we need to find a mate to go with you?”

Making the crossing to the Bahamas wasn’t that hard and I’d done it many times, just never alone. I told him that I could do it and not to worry. He told me it needed to be at Green Turtle Cay marina. It was still early and I had a good breeze so I motored out to open water and then went under sail for the crossing. It was a nice day and I was about four hours out when I noticed a cigarette boat or speedboat flying across the water. I was used to seeing them along the coast or racing towards shore with a load of drugs as they tried to outrun the Coast Guard. They were about a half mile to my starboard side when it leapt out of the air, went upside down and slammed into the water. I immediately changed course to head to where they were. I was more concerned about getting to them and seeing if they were alright and didn’t stop to run below and call the coasties. When I got closer, I saw a submerged shipping container that must have fallen off a large freighter. There were no humans floating but the boat was still floating upside down. I quickly slipped a rope around my waist and tied it off to the sailboat. I grabbed my mask and dove in.