Date: Wed, 20 Jan 2010 05:59:48 -0800 (PST)
From: Jon D <playbuddy123@yahoo.com>
Subject: Growing Up Navy - 12

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
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Growing Up Navy - 12


Jared kept telling himself, "It's for a good cause," though he now
regretted having agreed to take Matty to the show. "Donkey Basketball?" he
sighed.

The charity event had been dreamed up by some sailors to support the local
food shelf. The number of poor families in need of food was increasing and
donations were falling behind. With each ten dollar gift to the food
pantry, the donor received a ticket to watch two teams of riders on donkeys
battle it out on the basketball floor. It was dubbed "The Army/Navy game
you'll never forget."

Matty thought watching donkeys run back and forth across a basketball floor
was an extremely funny idea. Jared wasn't quite so sure.

"Hurry Up!" Matty whined as Jared slowly made his way toward his
truck. "We're going to be late!"

Jared smiled at his brother's enthusiasm.

"I'm coming, hold your horses. Or should that be donkeys?" Jared grinned.

Matty gave him a dirty look.

Jared had asked Christopher if he and Brandon wanted to join them, but
Christopher had been tutoring a younger student in piano, and said, "I
promised him we'd go over his recital material. I can't let him down."

Jared admired the fact that Christopher stuck by his promises.

* * * *

The old armory building had been decked out with streamers, the concrete
floor covered with a layer of sand, and bleachers brought in for
seating. Two portable basketball hoops stood at opposite ends of the large
space.

The crowd cheered as the Navy team clumsily rode through the truck size
door at the back of the place. They booed when the Army team followed. The
riders had dressed as rodeo clowns with funny hats, shirts, and jeans. The
donkeys had each been fitted with little cloth booties tied to their hoofs;
apparently to give them better footing.

The two teams were comprised of four riders each. The Navy donkeys wore
dark blue blankets with the word Navy stitched in gold on them and the
others had grey blankets with the word Army.

Army and Navy went at one another with enthusiasm, though without much
speed. One team would head down court only as fast as stubborn donkeys
could be persuaded to do so, which at times wasn't even possible. A half
dozen "ball boys" about ten years of age lined the sides of the court
tossing in basketballs after a shot or if one fell out of the hands of a
player. It was more of a show than a real game.

Matty laughed and carried on, and soon Jared joined him. Jared was pleased
to see his little brother having so much fun. More than once they looked at
one another and smiled.

The donkeys were given a rest after thirty minutes and then played a final
thirty minutes. All in all, the thing lasted a little over an hour and a
half. To their credit, the Navy team had fought a good fight, but fell to
Army by a heartbreaking score of 28 to 22.

"Did you like that?" Jared grinned as he and Matty climbed back in the
truck.

"Yeah, it was really funny!" Matty laughed. "I had a great time. Did you
see when that Army one took a dump?"

"Everybody did," Jared groaned, starting the truck.

He wondered if all thirteen year old boys were fascinated with farts and
other bodily functions. It almost sounded as if Matty thought seeing a
donkey take a shit was the highlight of the night.

* * * *

Mrs. Wolters was working late, so after stopping for a burger, Jared and
Matty got comfortable on the couch in the family room.

Luke Skywalker was busy battling the Evil Empire for, like, the zillionth
time. Matty snuggled close and Jared wrapped his arm around him. Toward the
end of the movie Matty dropped his hand between Jared's legs and gently
cupped his nuts.

"What are you doing?" Jared asked playfully.

"Nothing," Matty giggled.

Jared didn't make any attempt to move the hand away, and neither did
Matty. They sat like that until the end of the film.

"You're getting a boner!" Matty smiled, lightly tickling the front of
Jared's jeans.

"You would too if I had my hand where you have yours."

Matty's eyes seemed to twinkle.

"So do it," he grinned.

Jared glanced at the clock on the wall. "Too late," he sighed. "It's
bedtime."

Matty frowned, "Come on," he said softly, giving Jared's stuff a gentle
squeeze. "Put your hand on my dick, let's play."

Jared reached down and gently pulled his brother's hand out of his
crotch. "Bedtime!" he said more firmly.

Matty pouted. "I don't want to go," he said softly, with a touch of
attitude.

Jared knew Matty well enough that this would go one of two ways. Either
he'd have to wrestle him to the floor and haul him upstairs with brute
force, or he could offer him an incentive.

"If you're in and out of the shower and in bed in twenty minutes, I'll give
you a surprise!"

"What kind of surprise?" Matty asked quizzically, perhaps thinking this was
some kind of trick.

"If I told you, then it wouldn't be a surprise." Jared reached over and
groped Matty between his legs. "But I think it will be something you'll
like." he smiled.

Matty giggled and ran up the stairs two at a time.

* * * *

The smell of freshly showered boy filled the bedroom when Jared stepped
inside and closed the door. "Eighteen minutes," he laughed, "Not bad!"

Matty smiled. Jared climbed the four steps up to the top bunk and crawled
onto the bed. Matty was wearing his usual beat up T-Shirt and already had a
hand in his sleep pants gently stroking himself.

"Did you have a good time tonight?" Jared asked, lightly rubbing his
brother's chest.

"Yeah," Matty whispered, his eyes dancing, a playful grin on his face.

Jared slowly moved his hand downward. As he reached the top of his
brother's pants he paused and laid it flat on his tummy. The boys looked at
one another; it was almost like a game of `chicken'. The question was, who
would blink first?

Jared's lips formed a mischievous smile as he slowly reached under the
waistband of the sleepers.  Matty moved his own hand aside when his brother
wrapped his fingers around his penis. Matty's eyes twinkled and then
blinked as Jared gave his dick a very slow stroke.

"I bet that feels good," Jared laughed softly.

Matty just nodded, his grin growing wider.

As he lay there, Jared thought his little brother looked even younger than
his thirteen years. Fresh from the shower, his hair shiny clean and combed,
he looked like he was ready for church, a little angel. Well, a little
angel with a very hard dick!

Jared fondled his brother for a couple of minutes, giving his shaft and
balls equal attention. Then he pulled his hand back out. Reaching with both
hands, he gently tugged, pulling the soft flannel down over Matty's
ass. His brother smiled when his cock popped out and slapped against his
belly.

"Are you going to suck it?" he smiled mischievously.

Jared stroked him again. "You going to cum in my mouth if I do?"

Matty nodded, "Probably," he giggled.

Jared smiled. "Okay, but only if you promise to squirt a lot," he laughed.

It didn't take very long. Jared's warm, wet, mouth would be inviting for
any guy let alone a horny thirteen year old. Matty's soft whimpers
increased as Jared tongued him, sucked, and stroked. At one point he pulled
Matty's foreskin back and slurped on his soft pink head until Matty pulled
his cock away, apparently because the sensations were becoming too much.

"Gonna," Matty finally grunted a few minutes later, and then shot his
load. "Ugh," he moaned as he thrust his cock deep into his brother's
mouth. "Oh God, suck it!" He whined in a tiny high pitched whimper.

Jared sucked a little faster, twisted his hand a couple of times and
swallowed the three shots of warm cream that filled his mouth. He licked
the head of Matty's cock as the last few dribbles found their way out and
then licked the shaft clean. He looked up and smiled.

"Your nuts must have been full!" Jared laughed softly.

"It's been a couple of days," Matty giggled.

Jared rested his head on his brother's tummy for a moment and then
reluctantly got up and started to crawl down.

"Sleep tight," he whispered.

"Thanks," Matty said softly with a tender look in Jared's direction.

"No problem," Jared grinned.

* * * *

Though they hadn't talked about it, Jared vowed that Matty's little trick
with the bumper sticker wouldn't go unanswered. "Just be patient, wait for
the right time," Jared said to himself. "Then, let him have it!"

* * * *

It was a little more than a week later when everything was in place. Matty
relied on Jared to wake him each morning. On this day, Jared waited until
the last possible moment.

"Time for school!" Jared hollered, giving Matty's bed a shake. "Get your
lazy ass out of the rack!"

He laughed as soon as Matty was awake. "You're late, get a move on. Mom's
waiting."

Matty glanced at Jared's desk, saw the time, and snapped to. "Why didn't
you wake me?" He whined as he scurried down. But by that time, Jared was
out the door and gone. Matty heard him on the stairs and knew he was
already on his way to school.

Matty ran to the bathroom, peed, and quickly jumped into the shower. He
toweled himself dry and ran bare ass back to the bedroom. Pulling open his
dresser, he reached for a pair of underwear. "What the fuck?" he mumbled as
he found the drawer was empty. "Where's my underwear?"

Matty searched through the rest of the drawers, still nothing.

"Mom!" he yelled at the top of his lungs, "Have you seen my underwear?"

"In your drawer!" His mother called from downstairs.

Matty grew frustrated. "Shit!" He mumbled as he searched one more
time. "Nothing!"

"Hurry up!" his mother yelled.

Matty ran back across the hall to the bathroom and searched the dirty
clothes hamper. Jeans, towels, socks, and a pair of his mom's panties, but
no underwear!

"Shit," Matty mumbled again, running back to his room.

Matty knew he couldn't go to school without underwear. "I'll use Jared's,"
he thought and hurried to open his brother's dresser. It too was empty,
except for a piece of white computer paper.

"Looking for something?" it said in large letters. A smiley face had been
drawn in marker at the bottom of the page.

"Jared, you asshole!" Matty cursed under his breath.

In a panic he rummaged through his closet looking for anything that might
work. "Not even a fucking jock!"

Way in the back of the closet was a cardboard box with a few things that no
longer fit. At the very bottom Matty found something. "Beggars can't be
choosers," he sighed, reluctantly pulling them on.

* * * *

The moment Matty had been dreading for three hours finally arrived, third
period gym.

The other guys were already changing.

"You better hurry," TJ said, pulling his pants down and reaching for his
jock.

Matty remembered the last guy that was late. Coach had made him pay for it.

"I know, twenty push ups and ten laps around the gym." Matty rolled his
eyes.

Slowly he pulled off his shirt. He then undid his pants, and pushed them
down, knowing he didn't have anything else to put on.

TJ's laughter carried the entire length of the locker room, causing almost
everyone to turn and look.

"Fuck," Matty muttered.

"Love your giraffes," TJ giggled.

Matty stood with his pants around his ankles as twenty guys stared at his
fourth grade underoos; the brightly colored giraffes unmistakable against
the white cotton. The entire place broke up. "I wonder if the Scooby Do's
would have been any better," he thought dryly as the boys continued to
laugh.

Matty turned red, kicked off his khakis, and pulled on his gym shorts.

* * * *

Later that same week, Jared and Christopher were lying on Christopher's bed
thumbing through a bike catalogue.

"I want to get Brandon something special for his birthday," Christopher
explained.

"It was nice of your mom to let us come to your room," Jared smiled.

"Yeah, even though she said I had to leave the door open," Christopher
laughed.

"Do you think she knows?"

Christopher smiled, "My mom's really smart. She knows, but probably just
doesn't want us messing around when Brandon's here."

"Would a kiss be messing around?" Jared grinned.

Christopher leaned over and they kissed softly. "I don't think she'd mind."

They kissed for a couple of minutes longer.

"How about this?" Christopher pointed at an amazing bike.

"It's awesome, but look at the price."

Christopher shrugged it off. "My granddad will help," he laughed.

The boys lay close to one another a while longer, laughing, talking, and
kissing from time to time. Jared thought it was one of those nearly perfect
moments.

"I've had something I've wanted to ask you." Christopher rolled on to his
back and pulled Jared closer.

"Sorry, but my mom won't let me get married until I'm out of high school,"
Jared joked.

Christopher laughed. "Not that, silly!"

He grew quiet. "There's an art exhibition at my school in two weeks. The
kids that are really into art will have their stuff on display. After the
show, there will be a social, food, music and dancing. "Will you go with
me? Be my date?"

"No," Jared said quickly. His smile faded and he grew very quiet. His heart
was racing. Jared felt scared. "I mean, I don't know."

Christopher's face turned from one of expectation to disappointment. "Why
not?"

"Go to a dance? With a guy?" Jared couldn't wrap his mind around the idea
of being out in public, and he did mean OUT.

"Not with any guy, with me," Christopher whispered, his eyes growing wet,
"your boyfriend."

"I just don't know," Jared said again, his stomach turning sour.

* * * *

The look of disappointment in Christopher's eyes haunted Jared for days. He
had apologized again and again. But, even though Christopher said
everything was all right, Jared sensed that it wasn't. After three nearly
sleepless nights he called Mrs. Chapin.  He knew Christopher would still be
at school for his late day lessons. "Could I come over and talk with you?"
he asked. "It's about Christopher," he whispered.

* * * *

The day of the art show, Mrs. Chapin gently persuaded Christopher he had a
responsibility to support his fellow classmates. "They attend your music
recitals, you need to do the right thing and go to their exhibition."

Christopher thought about it all afternoon and finally agreed his mother
had a point. Sure he was disappointed to go alone, but this was his world
of art and music, not Jared's.

"I'll do it," he finally said at supper. "Will you give me a ride over
there?"

"Sure," Mrs. Chapin smiled. "You get cleaned up, put on some nice clothes,
and I'll finish here in the kitchen.

Christopher showered, toweled dry, and opened his closet. He looked at
several outfits, but then decided to go with basic black, as he usually did
when he performed. He added a small gold chain around his wrist and one
earring to finish the look. He spent a long time on his hair and then
declared himself `ready'.

Just as he was coming down the stairs the doorbell rang.

"Honey, will you get that?" Christopher's mom called from the family room.

"Sure, Mom."

Christopher pulled the door open and there stood Jared. Dressed in black as
Christopher was, holding a single red rose.

"Is that invitation still open?" Jared whispered, slowly handing him the
flower.

Christopher was momentarily speechless. Tears started streaming down his
cheeks. "I thought you didn't want to."

Jared looked down, blushed, "I was scared and I was only thinking about
myself. I thought it might be embarrassing. I totally forgot about you and
your feelings." He paused for a moment. Looking up, he said, "I'm sorry;
this is the second time that I've messed up."

Christopher stepped forward, wrapped his arms around Jared's neck, and
kissed him softly. "I love you so much," he sobbed quietly.

They hugged for a long moment.

Jared stepped back and wiped away a tear of his own. "So, will I like this
artsy fartsy stuff?" He sniffed and then laughed.

Christopher managed a smile as he too wiped his eyes. "You better, or I'll
kick your ass."

Jared held out his hand. "Let's get going. Brandon's been watching us for
the last five minutes."

Christopher turned and caught Brandon disappearing around the corner.

"That little shit," Christopher smiled.

"Just like Matty," Jared laughed.

Christopher pulled away. "I have to put this in water," he said softly,
lifting the rose to his face to give it a sniff.

His mom came into the hall carrying a tall thin bud vase. "Need something
to put that in?" she smiled.

Christopher blinked, "Did you...and Jared?" he stuttered.

"Talk?" his mom finished her son's sentence. "The answer is yes!" She
grinned and then leaned over and whispered in Christopher's ear. "I really
like this boy."

Christopher wrapped his arms around his mom and gave her a hug. "So do I,"
he whispered back.


* * * *


I want to thank Andrew for his help with editing, and for story ideas for
this chapter. Also, thank you to the many readers that have sent emails of
encouragement. If you have comments or story ideas, feel free to send them
to Playbuddy123@yahoo.com Jon