Date: Thu, 3 Dec 2009 06:14:20 -0800 (PST)
From: Jon D <playbuddy123@yahoo.com>
Subject: Growing Up Navy - 1  (Revised)

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and real people, places, or events is merely a coincidence. This story
contains descriptions of imagined sexual activity between teenage boys and
between brothers. If you are not 18 years old or if it is illegal where you
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Growing Up Navy 1


Jared Wolters was bored. The Transformers DVD was playing on the TV for,
like, the zillionth time. He had tried to think of something, anything else
to do, but had come up empty. Adding to his frustration was his growing
belief, after hearing his friends constant stories, that he was the only
kid at Rickover High School that wasn't getting any action.

"No fuck Virginia," Jared muttered, repeating a phrase he had used a lot
lately.

The actual name of the town was Norfolk, VA. Jared, his younger brother
Matthew, and his Mom and Dad lived in military housing at the Norfolk Navel
Station.

Jared heard the sound of feet on the stairs and moments later his younger
brother flopped onto the couch next to him in the basement family room. The
kid gave him a playful grin and then crawled into his lap. At age 13, Matty
as Jared liked to call him, always seemed to be in motion.

Wearing loose sleep pants and an old T-Shirt, Matty settled into Jared's
lap. Putting his arm around his older brother he smiled. "You're in
charge," he giggled. "Mom and Dad went over to the Anderson's."

"Aye, Aye," Jared smiled, "I've got the con."

Jared and Matty had heard enough military talk through the years to be
familiar with the drill. Their Dad, Chief Petty Officer Benjamin Wolters,
was a machinist's mate on the aircraft carrier Eisenhower.

"I like it when you're in charge," Matty laughed.

"Why?" Jared grinned.

"Because you let me get away with stuff," Matty smiled.

"You always get away with stuff! You're Mom and Dad's golden child."

Jared remembered the many times his folks had referred to Matty as "their
little surprise." One time they obviously hadn't been careful enough, and
Matty had come along. It was clear they treasured the fact that he was
here.

Valentines Day, Jared had smiled after doing the math. "Dad must have
gotten lucky that year because nine months later, Mathew James popped out.

Matty gave his brother a devilish grin, "You're just jealous because I'm
their favorite!"

"I'll show you who the favorite is, you little squirt!" Jared laughed,
grabbed his brother around the middle, and started to tickle him.

Matty laughed, squirmed, and tried to get away from Jared's teasing
hands. He finally broke free and stood up. Grinning, he knelt back down on
the couch between Jared's legs and put his hands on the back cushion on
either side of Jared's head. He looked down into his brother's face.

"That wasn't fair," he playfully pouted.

Jared smiled, reached around, and gently grabbed one of Matty's butt cheeks
in each hand.  Matty's soft bottom was nicely outlined in the sleep pants
and was just too tempting a target. Jared gave the soft globes a
squeeze. Matty giggled, and Jared squeezed his rear end again. Then, with a
practiced move Jared pulled Matty onto his shoulder and stood up. Matty
laughed as his brother balanced him like a sack of potatoes.

"No, Stop!" Matty giggled as Jared held him by his legs. He slipped a few
inches toward the floor as his sleep pants slid part way down.

Jared laughed, seeing his brother's butt crack. With Matty kicking and
squealing, Jared hauled him upstairs bare ass and all, to get his bath.

* * * *

One of the disadvantages of living on the grounds of the Naval Station was
that base housing was, in most cases, pretty old. The result was that Jared
and Matty had to share a room. By shoving their bunk beds against one wall,
the guys managed to get their two desks crammed into the otherwise small
space. The close quarters didn't allow for much privacy.

Jared waited until Matty was asleep before he crawled out of his bunk and
grabbed his lap top. He was glad his Dad had agreed to the router so the
whole family could have high speed access. He pulled his desk chair close
to his bed, plugged in the power cord on the computer, and lay back down in
his bunk. Jared had started out with the top bunk, but when Matty turned
ten he threw a fit one day yelling he was now old enough to sleep up
top. In fact, just prior to the tantrum Jared had been worrying Matty might
wake up some night and see the bunk bouncing over his head as he jerked
off, so he really didn't mind making the switch.

"Show time," Jared whispered to himself as he opened up one of his favorite
porn sites.

The amateur video site had both straight and gay choices, was free, and
hotter than hell.

When Jared reached the start page where it asked him to verify his age, he
laughed softly, "Well, sixteen is close to eighteen," he reasoned and with
a quick click declared himself eighteen.

He briefly watched a few straight videos, but wasn't impressed. Bored, he
turned to the gay ones, which he had to admit, he found much more
interesting.

Fifteen minutes later, Jared was stroking his cock and was getting
close. "Oh yeah," he mumbled as he watched two twink guys in a sixty
nine. "Suck his dick." The younger of the two took the head of the other
guy's cock into his mouth and part way down his throat. "Suck that mother
fucker."

The more he watched, the more excited he became. He felt his orgasm
approach. He especially liked the way the younger guy opened his mouth so
the other guy could face fuck him. Moments later, Jared stiffened, closed
his eyes, and held his breath.

"Swallow it," Jared grunted softly, imagining he was getting a blow job
himself.

He felt his cock jerk, and three squirts of cum traveled the length of his
dick and shot out the end.

"Yeah, take my jizz," he moaned as he emptied his nuts into his hand.

It was a great cum, and Jared desperately wanted it to last. He tugged his
cock in the hope of milking out a few more drops, adding to his
happiness. Finally spent, he sighed softly as the remains of his climax
slid down his belly.

"Oh fuck, that was nice," he whispered, staring at the sticky cream messing
his hand.

He reached under his bed, found the old wash cloth he used as a cum rag,
and wiped his fingers and dick. He noted that the rag was getting crusty
and stiff. "I really need to throw it in the wash once in a while," he
thought to himself as he tossed it back under the bed.

Listening to Matty's breathing, Jared grinned when he concluded his brother
was still sound asleep. "Nothing wakes up that little squirt," he
smiled. Crawling out of bed, he put his computer back on his desk.

"Night, Bro," he whispered, tucking in a loose corner of Matty's
blanket. He gave his brother a soft pat on the tummy. "Sleep tight."

* * * *

"Did you boys get your bunks squared away?" Chief Wolters asked with a
smile as he stood at the stove flipping pancakes.

"Yes, Sir," Jared and Matty said at almost the same time.

The Chief nodded, "Glad to hear it," he laughed. "I don't have time for an
inspection today."

Sunday mornings were always the same. The Chief made breakfast, the boys
cleaned their room, and his wife got to sleep in late. Well, if you can
call 0800 late. After a leisurely breakfast the whole family would head to
the base Chapel for services.

The Chief stacked the pancakes on a plate and sat down. He passed the plate
to Jared, who pulled three off the top and then passed it along to Matty.

It was quiet for a few minutes as the guys concentrated on their
meal. Matty smiled and the Chief thought his eyes seemed to twinkle with
mischief.

"You've got that look," The Chief grinned, staring at his youngest son.

"What look?" Matty giggled, his mouth full of pancakes.

"Like you're up to something!"

Matty laughed back, "Not yet," he grinned.

The Chief's mood slowly turned from playful to serious. He didn't want to
spoil the moment, but he had something he had to say.

"I need to tell you guys something," he said softly, looking first at
Jared, and then Matty. Both boys grew quiet. "The Ike is shipping out."

Jared was the first to react. "That wasn't supposed to happen for a long
time!" He said, sounding bewildered.

"They need us to take over in the Med, so they can send another carrier
group to the Gulf."

"When?" Jared said softly.

"Soon," the Chief whispered.

"I don't want you to go," Matty whined as tears came to his eyes.

"It's my job, Matty. You know that."

"But the last time you went away it was for, like, a year!" Matty
whimpered, tears starting to roll down his cheeks.

"I know, I'm sorry," the Chief said, gently reaching over to put a hand on
Matty's shoulder.

Matty sobbed and reached for his Dad. The Chief gave him a tender
hug. Matty climbed into his Dad's lap and held him around the neck as he
wept.

"Does Mom know?" Jared asked, wiping a tear from the corner of his eye.

"I told her last night."

Jared nodded. It looked as if he could barely speak. "You don't have to
worry about us. You just go out there and kick some ass."

The Chief nodded. "I know, you guys are tough, you take care of your mom,
huh?"

Jared nodded, seeming determined to not break down in front of his Dad.

Matty's sobs grew louder and he held his Dad tighter.

* * * *

Jared was always amazed at how fast news traveled. By Monday morning
practically everyone in his school knew the Ike was being deployed. His
best friend hurried up to him the instant he got to his locker.

"I just heard, man," Tyler said with a concerned look.

"Yeah, it sucks. But you have to expect it, you know?"

Tyler nodded. "My Dad was gone for six months the last time."

"Is he shipping out at the same time as the Ike?"

Tyler shrugged, "We haven't heard yet, but I won't be surprised." He
paused, "How's your mom?"

"Solid as a rock! She's used to this stuff I suppose."

"Matty?"

"He's taking it real hard. He's still kind of young, doesn't understand it
all."

Tyler nodded. "I cried for a week when I was his age."

Jared slammed his locker door shut. "We're Navy!" he said proudly and
firmly.

"Damn right!" Tyler answered back strong.

The guys looked into each other's eyes and each saw determination.

* * * *

Two weeks later, CVN-69, the USS Dwight D. Eisenhower, left port. The huge
crowd waved and cheered as the ship slowly made its way through the channel
and out to sea. The "Ike" was getting to be an older ship; her keel laid
down in 1970, but several major overhauls kept her on the active duty
roster. The families that had gathered to see her off seemed to share the
same hope, that she'd return safely, and soon.

* * * *

During the first few days after their Dad's deployment, Jared noticed Matty
was more clingy and seemingly in need of constant reassurance. The days of
sitting on the couch by himself were few and far between as Matty made it a
point to snuggle close or climb into his lap.

"You miss Dad, huh?" Jared whispered on just such an occasion.

"Yeah," Matty whispered.

Jared hugged his brother tenderly. "Everything's going to be okay. I
promise!"

Matty nodded and buried his face in his brother's chest.

Jared felt himself needing to hold Matty as much as Matty needed to be
held.

"Brother's stick together," Jared whispered softly as he rocked Matty
gently. "No matter what!"

* * * *

The dimly lit alley was the perfect spot. The traffic on the street was
light and several dumpsters provided cover. Jared's senses were on alert as
he slowly walked further into shadows. The soft crunching sound of his
shoes as he walked down the road was eerily out of place in the otherwise
quiet surroundings.

"Over here," a voice called.

Jared turned to his left and saw the teen leaning against a chain link
fence. The red hoody sweat shirt, worn jeans, and boyish face combined to
give him a look that was cute as hell.

Jared smiled. "Glad you showed up," he said softly, approaching the young
blond.

"I'm always up for a good time," the kid smiled.

Jared stepped closer. The kid reached for his crotch and felt Jared's nut
sack and then his dick.

"You're kinda hung," he laughed.

"Go ahead, take him out," Jared smiled gently.

"By the way, my name's Christopher," the kid said with a sweet smile,
giving Jared's dick another feel.

"Jared,"

"You a Navy brat?"

Jared nodded.

"Damn the torpedoes, full speed ahead!" the blond kid, probably no more
than fifteen, laughed. He grew quiet as he gently caressed Jared's
crotch. The two boys looked into one another's eyes as their breathing
quickened, each apparently waiting for the other to make the next move.

Christopher slowly pulled Jared's zipper down. The sound of Jared's jeans
being undone was erotic. Tugging at the button at the top of Jared's waist,
Christopher popped it and then peeled the flaps back. Jared was going
commando, so with no underwear in the way, his dick flopped out.

"Nice torpedo!" Christopher whispered as he took Jared into his hand and
gave him a stroke. "Love your cock. What are you, like, 7"?

"Yeah, about that," Jared smiled.

The kid slowly got down on his knees and looked up. "Can I suck it?" he
asked softly.

Jared nodded, "I thought that was the point of this," he laughed.

Christopher opened his mouth and wrapped his lips around Jared's cock. He
sucked it slowly from the base to the tip. His warm mouth had the desired
effect. Jared grew stiff, and then incredibly hard.

Resting his hands on the teen's head, Jared slowly thrust his cock in and
out of the warm, wet hole.

"Yeah, suck my dick," he moaned, finding a natural rhythm and fucking in
and out of the kid's mouth with an easy pace.

Christopher reached for Jared's ass and softly gripped his butt as he
opened his throat and let Jared go part way down.

"Yeah, do that," Jared moaned when Christopher managed to swallow a bit
more and then used his tongue to skillfully lick around the head and pee
slit.

Jared felt the boy's fingers explore his ass crack as the warm mouth
continued its work on his dick. The tingle was starting, and Jared knew the
load he had been saving for a week was about to be delivered.

"Gonna shoot," he grunted, pulling Christopher's face tighter into his
crotch. He stiffened up and moaned as his nuts contracted. "Oh fuck!" Jared
moaned as wave after wave of pleasure rolled over him and he came,
squirting three long strings of cum down the kid's throat. "Fucking swallow
it," he groaned, holding his breath, enjoying the fantastic feelings coming
from his dick.

* * * *

Jared woke the next morning to messed sheets and a smelly crotch. "It was
all a dream," he sighed, running his fingers through his pubes. He sniffed
his hand and easily recognized the odor of day old sperm. "Fuck, I need a
shower," he moaned as he closed his eyes trying to recall the pleasant
dream.

"There's no way I'm going to find a guy like that on base." Jared thought
to himself, fondling his limp cock.

He glanced at his computer. "Maybe a chat room," he thought as he heard
Matty stir in the bunk above him. "Maybe."

* * * *

Here is the first chapter in a short series. Watch for more chapters as
Jared and Matty explore what it means to be brothers. Feel free to write me
with your comments, or suggestions. Playbuddy123@yahoo.com