Date: Fri, 15 Jan 2010 13:37:44 -0800 (PST)
From: Jon D <playbuddy123@yahoo.com>
Subject: Growing Up Navy- 11

Disclaimer: This is a work of FICTION. Any similarity between my characters
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 - 11


Matty had been determined that he was going to have it out with his brother
over the practical joke he had played. Sending a picture of Matty's ass to
TJ `wasn't fair' he thought. In the end, TJ had convinced Matty it was
better to get even than to get mad.

"I've got a couple of ideas," TJ had laughed after they had come downstairs
after looking at the computer.

"Will it get him good?"

"Definitely," TJ giggled.

They spent the next half hour making plans.

* * * *

It was just past midnight that Mrs. Wolters hurried into the boy's
bedroom. She shook Matty softly, "Matty, get up, honey, your Dad's on the
phone."

"Huh?" Matty groaned sleepily.

"It's your Dad."

Matty's eyes popped open, "Dad?"

"Yeah, hurry, I'll wake up Jared.

Matty climbed down from his bunk and raced to his parent's bedroom.

"Dad?" Matty said excitedly as he picked up the phone.

"Hi, sport, sorry to wake you up, but I really wanted to hear your voice."

"It's good to hear you, too, Dad," Matty said with a grin.

"How's school?"

"Pretty good, Jared's helping me with my geometry. I'm doing okay in
everything else."

"Minding your mom?"

"Yeah," Matty giggled.

"Sorry I won't be able to watch you win the big trophy at the bike park."

"I'm not good enough to win."

"Yes you are! Besides, it's about time somebody beat TJ."

"Yeah," Matty laughed.

"Is Jared there?"

"Mom's getting him now. When are you coming home?"

"I don't know. It'll be a little while."

Matty was quiet for a few seconds. "I really miss you," he said, his lower
lip trembling.

"I miss you too, be good now, okay?"

"Yes, Sir," Matty said, his eyes filling with tears. "Here's Jared."

Chief Wolters talked with Jared for a while, before ending the call with a
final few minutes with his wife.

"It was nice to talk to him," Jared said gently to his mom. "He sounds
good."

"Yeah, he does. He said things have settled down after the accident. It was
great to hear him, huh?" she said.

Matty snuggled up to his mom for a hug. "I hope he comes home soon."

"Me too, honey," she said softly, "me too."

* * * *

The rest of the week was boring. Jared and Christopher kept up their
nightly phone calls, but resisted the urge to get into another jerk off
session.

"My dumb ass little brother is probably listening again," Jared said just
loud enough that Matty could hear.

A loud fart and a giggle came from the top bunk.

"Knew it," Jared sighed.

"So, can you come over this weekend?" Christopher asked, for the second
time that week.

"Like I said before, it all depends on if mom has to work," Jared said
softly, "You know I want to, I mean, I really, really want to!" He
whispered.

"Let me know," Christopher sighed. "It's been a while."

"Five days, eighteen hours and twelve minutes."

"What?" Christopher laughed.

"Well, it's not like I've been watching the clock or anything!"

"I hope we can work it out," Christopher whispered, "even if it's just for
a little while."

* * * *

Friday morning, Jared was up early, but Matty had been up even earlier.

"Are you sick or something?" Jared asked before pouring milk on his cereal.

"No, why?" Matty said, biting into a doughnut.

Mrs. Wolters glanced in his direction and nudged a bowl of apples and
oranges his way.

"You're never out of bed this early, and you've got a goofy smile on your
face."

Matty shrugged, "Maybe I just can't wait to get to school!"

Jared sighed, "You're weird, you know that?"

Matty saw his mom wasn't looking, so he flipped his brother his middle
finger.

Jared shook his head, "You better watch it, or I'll add a couple of more
flowers to your garden."

Matty's eyes narrowed.

"What's that about flowers?" Mrs. Wolters asked.

"Nothing," Jared mumbled, digging into his breakfast.

* * * *

Later that morning, Jared had a nagging feeling something was going on, but
he couldn't put his finger on it. Kids passing him in the hall whispered,
giggled or out right laughed. "What's that about?" he thought the first
time it happened. After a couple of more times, he reached down and made
doubly sure his zipper was pulled up tight. It was fine, he shrugged, and
went on his way.

Just as Jared neared the cafeteria his phone rang, it was Christopher's
ring tone. He quickly stepped into an empty classroom. "Hey, babe," he
whispered, making sure no one was watching.

"Hey," Christopher said happily.

"You know I'm not supposed to use my phone in school."

"Yeah, sorry, but I thought I'd take a chance. I just wanted to tell you
`don't worry about it.'"

"Don't worry about what?" Jared asked.

"You know, "It...It's fine! Got to go, talk to you later! Bye."

Jared closed his phone, now more confused than ever.

* * * *

"Sup?" Tyler said, as they sat down to lunch.

"Nothing," Jared sighed, "How are things with Amanda?"

Tyler grinned, "Getting interesting."

"Like?"

"Like my hand in her pants," Tyler smiled.

Jared laughed. "Did she jerk you off?"

"Yeah, and I diddled her, it was great!"

Jared grinned. "So are you taking her to the big dance?"

"Yeah," Tyler said softly.

"Cool." Jared took a drink of apple juice.

"How about you? Are you going to ask Christopher?"

Jared panicked, swallowed wrong, and ended up blowing a mouthful of juice
across the table.

Tyler howled, several kids at other tables looked to see what was going on.

"That's not funny," Jared coughed, trying to recover.

"Well, you could!" Tyler smiled.

Jared gave his best friend a stern look, "do the words, `go fuck yourself'
mean anything?"

Tyler rolled his eyes and giggled.

The boys were quiet for a minute.

"So, what's going on around here?" Jared asked, changing the subject.

"What do you mean?"

"I mean, like, kids laughing when they see me in the halls."

"I don't know. I wouldn't worry about it," Tyler said with a grin. "It's
not like the whole school thinks you got a small dick or anything!" he
laughed.

* * * *

As he headed out to the school parking lot, Jared saw a small crowd of kids
standing around the back of his truck.

"Now, what?" he thought as he got closer.

"Wolters! Love your bumper sticker." A kid laughed.

A couple of girls giggled.

"I don't' have a bumper sticker," Jared said somewhat confused.

As Jared came around to the back, he saw a dark green tag with white
letters. "Big Truck! Little Willy!"

The kids all laughed.

His phone rang again, it was Christopher. "Sorry I couldn't talk earlier. I
just wondered, would you take that sticker off your truck? I think I'd be
embarrassed to ride with you," he giggled.

"You knew about it?" Jared asked exasperated.

"Yeah, Matty sent me a pic. Though, I don't know why you chose that one?"

Jared closed his eyes, "Matty, you little shit!" he thought to
himself. "You are so dead."

* * * *

As it turned out, the weekend couldn't have worked out better if Jared had
planned it that way. Matty accepted a sleepover invitation from TJ, so even
though he had to watch him for a while during the day, Jared was free for
all of Saturday night. He didn't waste any time calling Christopher and
setting something up.

* * * *

Christopher begged off a trip his mom had arranged to take the boys to see
their grandparents. She had relented when Christopher argued he needed
several hours of uninterrupted practice.

"Well, if it's for school," she sighed. "We'll be back about 10:00 p.m."

Brandon shot his brother a playful look. "Practice, huh?" he giggled, "Bet
I know what you'll be practicing!"

* * * *

Jared arrived a few minutes before five. As soon as the door was opened he
grinned, wrapped his arms around Christopher in a hug, lifting him off the
floor.

"God, I've missed you!" Jared laughed, giving his boyfriend a gentle
bounce. It was good to see him again.

As he set him back down, Jared leaned in for a kiss.

"I'll give you a month to stop doing that," Christopher laughed after
several long minutes with Jared's tongue in his mouth.

The boys smiled at one another, neither one wanting to move.

"My mom's going to be back at 10:00," Christopher finally said softly, "So
what's the plan?"

"I think I owe you dinner," Jared laughed. "Then back here for a while?"

Christopher grinned. "Perfect!"

* * * *

Jared had fretted over the choice of a restaurant, but honestly, with a
limited budget there were only a few places he could afford. "Not burgers,"
he told himself, and then made up his mind.

The small Italian restaurant was a bit shabby, but it was cozy and known to
have good food. The lights were low; a candle flickered in a red glass
centerpiece. The waitress was college age. She flirted with both boys as
they looked over the menu making their selections.

"Soup and salad, and a spaghetti and meatballs," She said with a
smile. "Anything else?"

"Breadsticks?" Jared suggested. Christopher nodded, "and two diet colas."

"Coming right up," she grinned.

"How did you know I wanted diet?" Christopher smiled.

"That's what you had in your hand the other day at the bike park."

"You remember that?"

"I remember everything about you," Jared blushed.

Christopher giggled, "Everything?"

Jared gave him a mischievous look, "Even that tiny mark on your left butt
cheek."

Christopher laughed, "I sat on a piece of broken glass when I was three. I
cried for hours." He giggled, "Mom finally gave me ice cream to make me
stop.

Both boys smiled at one another, talked about silly things and enjoyed
their meal. It was wonderful.

* * * *

"Want to watch a DVD?" Christopher asked, leading Jared downstairs into
their family room.

"Sure, you have one with some cute guys in it?" Jared laughed.

"How about Eragon? I love the guy that finds the dragon egg!"

"Yeah, he's hot. Put that one on."

Christopher found the movie and got it started.

"All the houses on base are the same," Jared said with a look around the
room. "Ours looks just like yours."

"Well, at least you always know where the bathroom is!" Christopher
laughed.

"Come here, you," Jared smiled and pulled Christopher down into his lap on
the sofa. His weight felt comfortable, right.

Christopher wrapped his arms around his boyfriend's neck. They softly
kissed. "Thanks for dinner."

"You're welcome."

Christopher licked his lips. "It's a good thing we both had the garlic
bread." he joked.

Jared gave Christopher a tender squeeze. "You feel cuddly tonight!"

"And your knees are bony!" Christopher laughed.

Jared pulled Christopher backwards and playfully dumped him on the
sofa. Looking up, Christopher smiled, "Are you trying to have your way with
me?"

"I was thinking about it."

Christopher's eyes met Jared's. They looked at one another tenderly for a
long moment. Then, Jared lay down next to Christopher and they kissed
again. Their kiss was gentle, slow, loving.

Jared touched Christopher's cheek ever so softly with his finger. Knowing
the time was right, he said, "I think I'm falling in love with you."

It was quiet for a moment.

"I already have," Christopher whispered back, blinking away a tear.

* * * *

Having shed their shirts earlier, the boys, now bare chest to bare chest
continued their lovemaking. Jared ran his hand slowly down Christopher's
stomach, gently following the light trail of fine hair until it reached the
top of his low slung jeans.

Christopher broke their kiss. "What are you doing?" he giggled when Jared's
fingers burrowed under his belt.

"Seeing what I can find," Jared smiled.

"You've wanted to get in my pants all night."

Jared gave him a devilish grin. Christopher was right. Jared used both
hands to pop the top button and undo Christopher's belt, before playfully
tugging his boyfriend's pants down over his ass.

"That's better," he laughed, "besides they were just in the way!"

Smiling at Christopher, Jared quickly did the same to his own pants and
then lay on top of him so they could rub dicks.

"Sword fight?" Jared laughed, rolling back and forth slapping his cock
against Christopher's.

Both boys grinned as they grabbed their dicks and smacked each other. The
game went on for just a minute or two.

"It's better to make love, not war," Christopher said tenderly, wrapping
his arms around Jared's neck once again, pulling him down into a kiss.

"Wanna suck for a while?" Jared finally asked when they pulled apart.

Christopher nodded. They threw their jeans into a heap, turned around so
they could each get a cock in their mouth, and got busy.

Jared opened his mouth, slipped the end of Christopher's penis between his
lips, and took a long, slow slurp. As always Christopher tasted clean,
sweet and just so...Christopher. Jared noted the faint smell of bath soap
coming from the soft patch of hair between his legs.

"Oh," Christopher moaned, raising his hips and pushing his dick deeper into
Jared's mouth. "Suck me," he whispered as he carefully maneuvered his dick
from side to side.

Christopher then licked the soft end of Jared's dick, stroked him a couple
of times, and went down further. Both boys groaned as the warm mouths had
the desired effect. Licking and sucking, the guys played with one another
for maybe twenty minutes, their hands gently exploring each other's nuts
and butt holes.

"Sorry, but my jaw is getting sore," Christopher laughed, pulling away.

"Yeah, mine too."

Jared turned himself around so he and Christopher could kiss again.

"Can I have a crack at that sweet ass of yours? He whispered, gently
pushing a lock of hair away from Christopher's eyes. The boys smiled at one
another.

"You want to fuck me?" Christopher giggled.

Jared nodded.

Christopher blushed, "Okay, but I need to go get the stuff," he said
softly.

Christopher got out from under Jared and playfully ran bare ass up the
stairs. Jared watched his boyfriend's butt all the way.

A few minutes later Christopher crawled back onto the couch. "For you," he
giggled, handing over a condom. "And "for me," he waved a tube of lube.

"How do you want it?" Jared whispered as they kissed again.

Christopher lay back, resting his head on the arm of the sofa. He spread
his legs and pulled his knees back toward his chest. "How about like this?"
he smiled.

"Works for me," Jared grinned, and got between Christopher's legs.

After wrapping his dick, Jared put a lubed finger to Christopher's hole and
inserted it slowly. He twisted it around a bit and then ever so gently
added a second finger. Christopher smiled. "Like that?" Jared asked after a
couple of minutes.

Christopher nodded, "Now give me the real thing," he whispered.

Jared carefully greased his shaft and then scooted a bit closer. Holding
his dick firmly with his right hand, he used his left to push Christopher's
leg back so he could get at his target. They both made soft noises of
delight as Jared slowly pushed his cock forward and entered his ass. Jared
watched as the head of his dick disappeared. Christopher's hole, opening
like a flower, easily let him in.

"Oh, that's nice," Christopher whispered as Jared gently pushed all seven
inches up his butt. "I love the feel of you in there," Christopher
whimpered, wiggling his rear end to get the angle just right.

"You're so tight," Jared moaned. He pulled back a bit, slid in, and then
pumped Christopher again. "God I love your ass."

Christopher pulled his legs back a little further, and stared at Jared's
dick as it entered him. "Stick it back in," he quietly urged when Jared had
pulled out a bit too far, "I want all of it," he whispered, closing his
eyes. "I really want you to fuck me!"

Jared started a deliberate fucking motion, using long slow strokes. He took
his time. Christopher's moans of happiness urged him on, but he wasn't in a
hurry. He wanted this to last. Jared's firm abs, strong legs, and lean body
all worked to his advantage. He was young, full of cum, and knew how to
fuck. He looked into Christopher's face as he steadily pumped his cock in
and out of his rear end. Christopher was smiling. "He loves this," Jared
thought as he drilled away. He made sure each stroke filled his boyfriend's
ass. As time went on, the moans became more intense, the pace more hurried.

"Getting there," he grunted.

"Yeah, cum in my ass," Christopher whimpered.

Jared moaned, and slammed in a little harder. "Fuck," he grunted softly,
"my dick feels so good in there."

"Do it," Christopher moaned, "Fuck me, fuck me harder!"

Jared didn't need another invitation. He pulled back and then really
started to pound Christopher's hole. Using his legs, Jared drove his cock
forward again and again. "Oh shit," Jared grunted, "Oh, shit!"

Christopher whined, his need apparent. "Oh God, fuck me," he begged, his
voice getting higher pitched.

Jared slammed in, aiming to the left and then the next time to the right,
trying to stuff his cock as far up Christopher's butt as he could
reach. "Take my dick," he groaned and then slammed in particularly hard,
"give me your ass!"

Christopher spread his legs wider. Jared pounded in again.

"Ugh, ugh!" Jared quivered. He held his breath and then fucked in and out
quickly three times. "Cumming!"

Jared twisted his dick and thrust in as far as he could. He paused and held
himself balls deep. He grunted as he shot his load. His eyes closed as
spurt after spurt of cream filled the condom. Spent, he slowly relaxed, but
kept his cock firmly buried in his boyfriend's rear end. Finally he looked
down.

Christopher opened his eyes and the two boys looked at one another.

"Oh fuck," Jared whispered as he gently withdrew.

Jared collapsed on top of Christopher and slowly recovered. The boys
kissed.

"That was sweet," Jared whispered, "I don't think I've ever cum that much!"

Christopher kissed Jared tenderly on the cheek.

"Did you get off?" Jared asked, moving to the side, taking his weight off
Christopher's chest.

"Not yet."

Jared playfully put his finger in the crack of Christopher's ass. "Want
some help?"

"Yeah," Christopher said with a husky voice, "finger me."

He reached for his dick and stroked himself. Jared tenderly played with
Christopher's well fucked hole. Each in and out motion seemed to turn
Christopher on even more.

"Deeper," Christopher whimpered.

Jared stuffed his finger into his boyfriend's warm tunnel and dug around
until he found the spot. As soon as his finger landed on it, Christopher
arched his back and stroked harder.

"Yeah. There! There!" he grunted.

It was only moments later when a small fountain of sperm shot from the end
of his dick. The eruption of boy juice spilled over the head and down the
shaft.

"Oh, God," Christopher groaned and arched his back again.

Jared twisted his finger in the hope of giving Christopher one more magical
moment. Christopher's eye lids fluttered as the last squirts left his
dick. His hand slowed as his orgasm faded.

Gently, Jared pulled his finger out of Christopher's butt. Christopher
opened his eyes and they both grinned.

"Well, I guess that answers the question of whether or not you're a
bottom," Jared giggled.

Christopher blushed.

The boys cleaned up, dressed, and then watched part of the movie before
both fell asleep.

* * * *

It was past eleven when Mrs. Chapin and Brandon finally returned home. She
found Christopher and Jared in the family room snuggled on the couch,
asleep in each other's arms.

"Christopher, wake up," Mrs. Chapin said softly, gently shaking her oldest
son. "Time for Jared to go home."

Christopher woke, and for a brief moment Mrs. Chapin could see fear on his
face.

"It's all right," She quietly reassured him, hoping her eyes said it
all. She loved her son. Finding him asleep in the arms of another boy
wasn't a problem.

"Thanks, Mom," Christopher said softly and leaned toward her, giving her a
soft kiss on the cheek, relieved she understood.

"You're welcome, sweetheart," she smiled.

* * * *

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