Date: Fri, 8 Jan 2010 05:12:16 -0800 (PST)
From: Jon D <playbuddy123@yahoo.com>
Subject: Growing Up Navy 9

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 - 9


Matty woke just after eight the next morning; Jared was still fast asleep.
He crawled out of bed, pushed down his sleep pants, and put on some clean
boxers and jeans. Opening the closet, he dug around until he found his
favorite T-Shirt. "Man, I gotta pee," he thought as he hurriedly pulled the
shirt over his head and then grabbed a pair of warm socks.

After his trip to the bathroom, Matty stopped by the bedroom. Jared was
still sleeping. He picked up his cell phone and headed for the kitchen.

"Hi, Mom." He opened the refrigerator door and grabbed the orange juice.

"Hi, honey," Mrs. Wolters smiled. She reached for the bread, "Toast?" she
asked, opening the wrapper.

"Yeah, and how about a couple of eggs?" he smiled, taking a gulp from the
carton.

Seeing that, Mrs. Wolters gave Matty "the look," the one that every Mom
uses when their child is doing something that they don't like. "Use a
glass?" she sighed as Matty was just raising the carton to his lips again.

"Oh, yeah," Matty blushed. "Are you working today?"

"Yes, they asked me to come in. It's just for a few hours though."

"So when will you be home?"

"I'm not sure, it could be any time."

Matty took the plate of toast his mother offered and reached for the
jam. "I might go someplace with Brandon. Is that okay?"

"Sure, just let Jared know where you are."

Matty nodded.

* * * *

After breakfast, Matty left his Mom in the kitchen and went down to the
family room for some privacy. The signal wasn't very strong but he managed
to get service. Matty was relieved when Brandon quickly answered.

"Brandon? This is Matty. What the fuck happened between Christopher and
Jared last night?"

Brandon explained what he knew.

The younger guys became convinced their older brother's needed some time
together to finish sorting things out.

"My Mom's going to be at work for a while, but she could come home any
time," Matty offered as they discussed what they could arrange. "Could your
Mom take us someplace? Then your house would be empty for a while."

Brandon agreed and they worked out a plan.

"Okay, call me after you talk to your mom," Matty said, closing his phone.

Ten minutes later Brandon called with the news that it was all
set. Mrs. Chapin would drive them to the bicycle place so Matty could get a
new wheel, and then they would stop at the mall for a few hours of
shopping.

"Excellent!" Matty grinned, "I'll tell Jared to call Christopher."

* * * *

After Matty had shaken him awake, Jared made the call to Christopher. "I'll
be there about noon," Jared had said, and Matty smiled.

"Thanks for giving us some time to be alone."

Matty nodded. "No problem!" Then he held out his hand, palm up. "I could
use a few bucks for a new wheel," he grinned.

Jared frowned, but dug in his dresser for an old tin box, and opened it. He
pulled out a small wad of bills. "You can have thirty," he said with a
smile, "I need a little to buy Christopher something."

Matty pulled a couple of bills from his pocket. "Mom gave me some too," he
laughed.

Matty saw that Jared had just figured out that he had been conned.

"You little squirt," Jared laughed.

* * * *

Jared threw on some old clothes and hurried to the mall. He wandered from
store to store. Remembering what Mrs. Chapin had told him about how
Christopher liked pretty things, he struggled to find something just right.

He saw a lead crystal paper weight, "Nah, too expensive." he thought. Then
he stood for a while in front of a jewelry store looking at rings. "Too
soon, and also too expensive."

Jared was getting frustrated when he finally spotted something that would
be perfect. A quick purchase, plus a visit to one other store, and he was
on his way back home.

* * * *


Jared stripped, adjusted the spray in the shower, and stepped in. The warm
water was refreshing. The soap and shampoo seemed to help wash the bad
memories of the previous night away. He toweled dry, put on some deodorant,
combed his hair, and went back to the bedroom to dress.

It was almost a half an hour before he settled on the right
outfit. "Ready," he said with a whisper after looking at himself in the
mirror.

He liked Hollister Co. tops and bottoms, so had selected a Cali button down
shirt, nicely crumpled-looking, faded jeans with a few holes in the legs,
and a salmon colored zipper fleece top. It gave him the surfer boy look he
liked and his Dad didn't. His 5'11 inch frame was average, he guessed, and
his upper body was nicely muscled. At 165 pounds he was trim but solid and
athletic looking. A few days a week in the weight room before baseball
season each year had really been helping things along.

He felt butterflies in his stomach as he thought about seeing Christopher
again.

* * * *

Christopher was about to chase Brandon through the house with the intent of
sitting on him and forcing him to promise to `stay the fuck out of his
business' when his cell rang. It had been Jared and he had asked if he
could come over. According to Jared, Matty and Brandon had cooked something
up so the two older boys could be alone.

"Okay, I'll see you at noon, then," Christopher had said.

With Jared coming over, Christopher now found himself in the uncomfortable
position of being thankful for Brandon's meddling.

Christopher quickly cleaned his room, moving stacks of music off his desk
and tossing them under his bed. He gathered up the empty soda cans
littering the place, dumping them in the recycle bin. Then he picked up the
clothes scattered around on the floor. He looked at his watch and saw he
had more than an hour left, so he pulled the covers off his bed, put on
clean sheets, and made it up again. As he looked around the room,
Christopher had a pang of nervousness. It would be the first time the boys
were alone, except for those couple of times in the front seat of the
truck.

Tucking the last bit of school work out of sight, Christopher thought, "I
hope he likes my room."

There was a soft knock on the door. Christopher opened it and found Brandon
standing with a bashful look on his face. He bit his lower lip and looked
up at his brother. "So, I guess Jared told you that Matty and I arranged it
so that you guys could have some time alone?" he said softly, "I'll keep
Mom busy for a couple of hours. Will that be long enough?"

Christopher's heart melted. When Brandon was being nice, he was
adorable. "Yeah, that would be great," he said softly and smiled.

Brandon's eyes twinkled with mischief. "So what are you guys going to do?"
he giggled. "Kiss?"

Christopher chuckled. "Yeah, we might," He teased. He put his hands on his
brother's shoulders, turned him around and gave him a playful push toward
the door. "Now get out of here, I have to get ready!"

Brandon smiled and headed down the hall. "Wear your sexy underwear!" he
laughed, "It'll drive Jared nuts!"

* * * *

Christopher waited until his mom and brother were out of the house before
he stripped and headed bare ass toward the bathroom. He stopped at the
linen cupboard in the hall to get a towel. As he looked at the stacks, he
couldn't stop thinking about what lay hidden behind them. He knew that in
the corner, tucked behind the bath towels, was a small enema bulb. When he
and his brother had been little, his mom had put them over her knee and
used it on them when she felt they needed it.

Christopher had played with the little squirty thing a few times after he
discovered he liked the feel of stuff in his butt. He learned it was much
easier to put things in your hole if you were clean back there. Making up
his mind, he fished his hand behind the towels, felt the cardboard box, and
brought it out.

Once he was in the bathroom with the door closed and locked, Christopher
felt comfortably at home. He pulled the lowest drawer open on the cabinet
of the sink, took out the jar of Vaseline and popped the top. He greased
the tip of the enema bulb and then put a dab on his finger. Reaching back
he rubbed his hole and then slid a little of the stuff inside. Filling a
glass with warm water, Christopher laid down on the soft rug, resting
comfortably on his side. He filled the gadget with water, eased the tip
between his ass cheeks, and up his rear end. He squeezed gently and the
warm water flowed into his rectum.

"Oh, that's nice," he whispered.

He held the tip inside himself for a moment and then withdrew it, only to
fill it again. After five squirts he rested until he felt an urgent need to
go, and then hurried to the toilet. After he was done, he filled the glass
again and gave himself a few more squirts as a rinse.

Finally in the shower, Christopher washed all his parts, shampooed his
hair, and ran a final soapy hand up and down his crack, making doubly sure
there was no trace of anything back there. He rinsed and turned the water
off.

He dried himself, cleaned up the bathroom, and scooted bare ass back to his
room.

Standing in just his bikini underwear, Christopher fretted over what to
wear. He finally decided on a pair of jeans that he knew would ride low and
tight on his ass. He decided to go with a layered look for the top with a
solid color T-Shirt. He would have put on his red hoody, but Jared still
had it, so he went with a subtle plaid shirt which he left mostly
unbuttoned. He pushed a rainbow color sash type belt through the loops of
the pants and let the end hang down at his side. He then spent fifteen
minutes on his hair.

* * * *

The doorbell rang, and when Christopher opened the door, he found Jared
standing awkwardly with his hands full.

"What have you got there?" he laughed.

"Something to say `I'm sorry'" Jared said with a blush.

"You didn't need to bring anything," Christopher said softly. "All's
forgiven."

Jared looked relieved.

"Come on, let me show you my room."

"Nice," Jared said softly as he entered Christopher's bedroom. He glanced
around, his eyes stopping at the electronic keyboard sitting against one
wall. "Is that where you practice?"

"Yeah," Christopher grinned, sitting down on his bed. "My granddad gave it
to me. It's really expensive I guess."

Jared looked at what he had in his hands. "Well, these aren't expensive,
but I hope you like them." He shrugged.

Jared smiled, handing a rolled tube and a small gift wrapped box to
Christopher.

"I'm really sorry for last night," Jared whispered.

Christopher took the gifts, but couldn't look Jared in the eyes. "I can't
handle stuff like that," he whispered. "I get so scared."

Jared got on his knees next to Christopher and touched him gently. "So, did
you mean it when you said, `all's forgiven?'" he whispered.

Christopher finally looked into his eyes. "Yes," he said softly. "But don't
you dare do that again!" he said firmly.

"I promise," Jared smiled.

"So, what did you get me?" Christopher said with a grin.

"Open it!"

Christopher opened the paper wrapped tube and carefully pulled out a movie
poster. The cute shirtless guys from the vampire film stared back at
him. At the bottom written in magic marker were the words, "Remembering our
first date! The first of many!" Then came the date followed by, "Love,
Jared."

Tears came to Christopher's eyes.

"Open the other one," Jared whispered.

Christopher tore the wrap off the small box and found it filled with silver
wrapped chocolate drops. A note read, "So a day won't go by without a
kiss."

This time Christopher did cry, and wrapped his arms around Jared. They
hugged for a long moment.

"So, we're okay?" Jared whispered in Christopher's ear.

Christopher pulled back, several tears rolling down his cheek. He nodded,
leaned forward, and they kissed.

* * * *

"You taste like spearmint," Jared giggled as he licked his lower lip.

"Mouthwash," Christopher laughed with a roll of his eyes.

The boys lay on the bed on their sides facing one another, tenderly
kissing, touching, and loving. The pace was slow; the smiles on their faces
were priceless as they savored each moment.

Jared smiled, running his fingers through Christopher's soft blond
hair. They kissed again, this time more deeply, Jared pushing his tongue
further into Christopher's mouth, trying to get more of Christopher's
unique taste.

"Mmm," Christopher moaned as the kiss went on and Jared's hands roamed.

"I love your ass," Jared smiled softly, caressing one of Christopher's butt
cheeks.

"You're an ass man?" Christopher laughed softly as he let Jared feel him
up.

"Maybe," Jared grinned, "How about you?"

Christopher reached between Jared's legs. "I like dick," he whispered,
groping Jared's cock.

The guys kissed again and ground their crotches against one another. Jared
rubbed Christopher's stomach and let his hand linger at the top button of
his jeans. He popped the button as Christopher softly rolled onto his
back. Jared pulled his zipper down as the boys looked lovingly into one
another's eyes.

Jared shifted position so he could tug on the pants legs and pull
Christopher's jeans down.

"Those cute black undies again?"

Christopher smiled. "Like `em?"

"Yeah."

Christopher sat up and reached for the button on Jared's jeans. "Time to
get naked," he whispered and gave Jared a mischievous grin. "Are these Navy
issue?" Christopher laughed when he got down to Jared's underwear. The soft
knit boxers were battleship grey with a wide blue waistband.

"No, they're from the Gap," Jared laughed.

A few minutes later both boys were naked and under the covers. The kissing
was more intense.

"God, you're hard," Jared whispered as he stroked Christopher's dick.

"You are too."

They felt each other for a few more minutes and then Christopher pulled
away.

Giving Jared's cock a slow stroke he looked up. "I want this thing in my
mouth," he giggled and moved to a place where he could kneel over Jared's
crotch.

Jared held his cock straight up, Christopher opened wide, and eagerly went
down on him. He licked the soft head and then swirled his tongue around the
shaft. He moaned softly, apparently liking the taste.

"Yeah, that's nice," Jared sighed as Christopher reached out, took him in
his hand, and stroked him slowly.

Christopher sucked Jared's cock for a few minutes and then Jared scooted
around so they could suck each other. Christopher was on all fours on top
and Jared flat on his back underneath. As they sucked, Jared felt
Christopher's ass, and he in return played with Jared's balls. They both
managed to take the other almost fully in their mouths and down their
throats. The moaning and groaning added to the intensity.

Christopher raised his head off Jared's dick as Jared poked a finger at his
butt hole.

"Oh yeah," Christopher grunted and pushed his ass back toward Jared's
finger.

He lowered his head and rested it on the bed.

After a few minutes, Christopher turned around and lay face to face on top
of Jared. They kissed for a while. Jared continued to play with
Christopher's ass.

Christopher snuggled his head into a spot near Jared's neck and licked his
ear. Jared occasionally pumped his dick upwards to rub against
Christopher's. They made out a while longer and then Christopher pushed
himself up.

"Want to fuck?" he whispered as he stared into Jared's eyes.

Jared tried to hide his excitement at the question. "Do you?"

Christopher nodded.

Jared nodded back.

Christopher turned, leaned over Jared's chest, and reached for the drawer
of his nightstand. He dug around with his hand until he found a condom. The
lube was in the same place.

Jared watched as Christopher sat back, tore the end off the wrapper, and
then got on his knees down by Jared's dick. Jared smiled to see
Christopher's cock sticking straight out. Christopher carefully held the
tip and then gently unrolled the sheath down the full length of Jared's
shaft.

"Where did you learn how to do that?" Jared giggled as Christopher slowly
wrapped a lube slick hand around his dick, making sure it was totally
covered.

"We had to put them on bananas in school," he giggled. Then with a blush,
Christopher reached behind himself and stuck a finger in his bottom. "I'm
still a virgin," he whispered as he wiggled it around in there and then lay
down.

Facing one another again, they kissed, very, very tenderly.

"So am I," Jared whispered back.

Christopher gave him one last lingering kiss and then rolled to his
side. Facing away, he scooted back and spooned his ass into Jared's crotch.

Jared slid his finger into the crease between Christopher's butt cheeks and
found his hole. As Christopher made soft sounds of enjoyment, Jared
fingered him, easing one finger and then two into his private place. When
he thought Christopher was ready, he rubbed the head of his cock against
the tight ring.

"Ready?" he whispered.

Christopher nodded and pushed his ass back toward Jared. There was a
tension filled moment as the tight ring of Christopher's ass held firm and
wouldn't let Jared through, then suddenly he was inside.

"Oh!" Christopher yelped, clearly in pain. "It hurts."

"Want me to take it out?"

"No," Christopher whimpered, tensing up

Jared could feel Christopher tremble as his ass hole spasmed, gripping
Jared's cock in a vice like hold.

They hung like that for several minutes until finally Christopher relaxed
enough that Jared felt he could try to give him a little more.

"Oh fuck, you're big," Christopher whined as Jared pushed a couple of
inches further up his butt.

Jared couldn't stand the thought he was hurting the boy he was coming to
love. He pulled back out. "Maybe another time," he said softly rolling to
his back.

"No, I want it now."

Christopher reached for the lube and put a big glop on his hand, he rolled
over and stroked Jared's dick, slicking it up as never before. Then he
stuck several fingers up his ass.

"Try it again," he said firmly, getting back into the same position.

This time Jared's entry was easier, but Christopher's yelps told him he was
still causing him pain. He paused and then after a few moments started
again.

Christopher's cries diminished, and, over the space of a few minutes, Jared
felt him push his ass back toward him. Jared slipped out, and Christopher
turned.

"I want to stand up," Christopher said, quickly leaning over the bed, ass
out.

Jared took a place behind him, and, holding his waist, slowly inserted his
dick back up the kid's ass.

"Yeah, that's better," Christopher moaned. "Now really fuck me."

Jared picked up speed and steadily pounded Christopher's ass harder with
each stroke. He bent his knees and used his hips to slam
deeper. Christopher whimpered each time he felt Jared's dick push further
into his rear end, apparently wanting more.

"Your ass is so hot," Jared grunted as he fucked into Christopher again and
again, "I love it."

"Fuck me," Christopher whined softly, "stick it up my ass," he begged.

The grunts, groans, and the sound of Jared's nuts slapping against
Christopher's rear end filled the room, along with the smells of two teens
having sex.

As much as he wanted to, Jared couldn't hold out. "Gonna cum," he finally
grunted.

Christopher grabbed his dick and pulled on it as Jared headed for the
end. When the moment came, Jared's knees felt weak, and he wasn't sure he
could continue to stand. His orgasm was massive; he felt spurt after spurt
of juice beginning to shoot out the end of his dick.

"Doing it," he grunted as he screwed his cock around and around in
Christopher's hole, filling the condom.

"Oh, oh," Christopher moaned as he too unloaded, string after string of hot
jizz shooting onto his sheets.

"Oh fuck," Jared groaned, pulling Christopher tight against his crotch,
shooting the last of his cream.

Christopher held himself steady as Jared's dick twitched in his
ass. Neither guy made a move to pull away. Finally, Jared's cock withered
and fell out of the warm hole it had been burrowing in.

The guys lay down next to one another stunned.

"Oh God," Jared moaned. "That was so amazing!"

Christopher nodded, and then said softly, "Better than I ever dreamed."

Jared smiled, "I think that's supposed to be my line."

It was quiet for a moment. The boys kissed.

"Does this make us boyfriends?" Jared laughed softly.

"Yeah, I think it does!" Christopher giggled.

* * * *

The boys showered together and then toweled each other dry.

Christopher pulled on his underpants. "Much better," he smiled.

After dressing, they lay on the bed kissing once in a while, but mostly
just holding each other close. Jared was feeling very protective of his new
boyfriend.

"Can I ask you something?"

"Yeah,"

"Promise you won't get mad?"

"Um, I'll try"

"So what am I supposed to do when some asshole says mean things about you?"
Jared said softly, running his fingers through Christopher's hair.

"Just walk away from him."

"Even if he's going to hurt you?"

"No, then its all right to get mad," Christopher laughed. "But, there's too
much violence in the world. I just don't want any of my friends to be part
of it unless it's absolutely necessary."

Jared nodded. "Your mom's right, you are sensitive," he whispered.

The sound of voices coming from the kitchen caused both boys to sit up.

"They're back," Christopher said sadly.

"Yeah, but it's probably a good thing."

"Why?" Christopher laughed.

"Because I know in a few minutes I'd want to bend you over the bed and do
it again," Jared grinned.

They both laughed.

As Jared was leaving, Christopher grabbed a CD from his desk. "It's a
recording of me playing the piece I wrote for you."

Jared smiled; he realized that they hadn't saved enough time for
Christopher to play it like he promised. "Thanks, I'll listen to it every
night before I go to bed."

They kissed again.

Just then, Brandon barged through the door. "Eeeew, you're kissing!" he
made a face.

Jared and Christopher looked at one another, both no doubt thinking the
same thing, "That's not the only thing we were doing!"

* * * *

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