Date: Fri, 17 Feb 2012 14:51:19 -0500
From: Ray <mariner23502@hotmail.com>
Subject: My Sixteen Year Old Brother Part 2

MY SIXTEEN YEAR OLD BROTHER
Copyright 2012
By The Mariner


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PROLOGUE

One of my desires when I was younger, was wanting to join the Navy.  Mom
wouldn't let Dad sign my enlistment even though I told them I would enlist
as soon as I was eighteen years old. They, at least, Mom, tried to talk me
out of it. But, as soon as I turned eighteen after graduating high school,
I went to the recruiting office with my birth certificate in hand and
enlisted.  Of course, Mom had a fit but, my Dad smiled and congratulated me
as he shook my hand.

Collin, he was different. He cried and cried.  Sue, went to her room to
cry.  I tried holding Collin in my lap and soothing him but it was only
nominally successful until we all went to the train station to meet up with
the group that I was traveling with to training camp.  Instead of a hug,
Collin ran off with, Mom following him.

My life changed with the train leaving the station.

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A Different Experience

When we arrived at the training center, it was a frightening and different
experience.  Not being used to being hollered at was, at first, a bit
unnerving. To say the least, it took some getting used too. We arrived in
the early evening but after the time, at least to me, when I would have had
supper. Men in white uniforms with blue arm bands with the letters SP
emblazoned on them in gold met us and immediately started hollering and
calling us "boots" met us as we left the train.  The rounded us up,
hollering all of the time, telling us to line up in three columns.  Most of
us only had a vague idea of what they wanted but, we eventually formed up
in a ragged semblance of three columns.

One of the "greeters" who seemed to be in charge, hollered "forward march."
We hesitated for a moment before we all moved in the direction this leader
indicated.  After the train left, we marched across the tracks walking in
the general direction of a high barbed-wire topped chain-link fence that
seemed to stretch endlessly to our left and right. Turning to our left, we
walked or rather marched with the fence on our right. In the distance we
could see literally hundreds of two-story non-descript buildings and groups
of men marching in formation. We didn't know at the time that we would be
converted into the same marching units that we were seeing.

I'll skip the disconcerting, at least to a bunch of teenagers, events that
occurred after we were marched though a set of large gates to eventually
wind up in one of the buildings that we had seen. It contained rows of
double bunks one bottom and one top bunk. The leader that had met us
hollered that we were to meet our company commander at 0800, military time,
in the morning. We all wondered what that was until one of the guys
explained that it was eight o'clock in the morning.

Again, let's skip meeting the company commander, who was a prick, and, lets
skip being marched to chow, breakfast.  We were still in civilian clothes
as were more young men than I had ever seen in one room eating.  One thing
that never seemed to stop or let up was the endless hollering. It went on
all day except when we were in classes learning about the Navy.

After breakfast, we were marched or at least we were trying to march, to
the base Medical Dispensary where we were to endure another shock.  In a
huge room with numbers from 'one' to whatever on the floor, we were told to
'peel' off and stand on onf of the numbers.

When the entire group had done as we were told, our company commander told
us to strip and stack our clothes neatly on top of our clothes. That
surprised us but, we learned that our clothing with valuables would be
shipped home.  After stripping, we stood naked, waiting for what seemed
ages. I had become used to being naked with other guys ever since I had
started showering with school buddies.  But, I had never seen so many
different, physically, guys.  They were short, tall, some fat, some skinny
and some in pretty good shape. Some guys had short cocks, some were stubby
and a few were a little above average.  Talk about a smorgasbord, there was
every type imaginable.

Anyway, we were led through a maze of doors into various rooms. Doctors
checked some parts of our bodies and what, I learned later were medical
corpsman, checked other parts.  All of us seemed to become at least
enlarged when the doctor checked our testicles for rupture.

It took most of the day to finish the physical part of our examinations and
being hit in the shoulder muscles with a series of shots that would ward of
a variety of diseases.  After the examinations, we were issued our
uniforms, shoes, two pair, dress and work, socks and underwear to blue,
white and work uniforms plus hats, a heavy 'pea coat' plus something called
a mattress cover and blankets.  After returning to the 'barracks' we were
marched to another building for 'indoctrination' where, we were
indoctrinated in what the Navy was, expected, and a lot of stuff that was
totally not understood, at least then. It would become clear later.

Before we left the 'indoctrination' building, the company commander advised
us that the men on the first 'deck'aka floor' of the barracks would be
known as 'the first platoon' and those on the second 'deck' would be the
'second platoon'.

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After the first few days of what seemed like endless marching and
hollering, we began to shape up into a credible marching unit.  The intense
cold winds blowing off of Lake Michigan may have had a little to do with
it.

Our fearless leader had appointed men to be in charge when he was not
around. Glenn, twenty years old, was a good looking guy who was even
mannered. He didn't take on the airs of being in charge and that plus being
older than all of us may have been the reason he was selected.  Anyway, I
didn't have trouble becoming a part of the group. I had read enough about
the Navy plus its expectations to make it pretty easy.  The one thing that
caught me of guard was the unusual nakedness that seemed to be accepted by
almost all of us.

I remember the first night we arrived and we were in bed.  I didn't sleep
that well, being really away from home for the first time. I could tell
there were a lot of others that had the same problem and some of them were
crying into their pillows.  After awhile, it was replaced with the soft
slapping of flesh on flesh. Guys were jerking off just like I was. Most of
us slept in only our boxer shorts but, a few guys wore their t-shirts. In
the morning's some guys that had been wearing t-shirts got out of their
bunks shirtless.  We all knew why.  YYYYY

Most of us went naked between our bunk area and the showers. A very large
variety of cocks was visible, short, medium long, and some that were longer
than others and there were many that were circumcised.

To see a guy pop a hard on when showering was not unusual even though we
had heard through the grapevine that something called 'saltpeter' was put
in our food so we would not get horny or a hard on.  I don't think it
worked that well, if at all. More than one guy, me included woke up with a
raging hard on. Hey, it was natural. My problem was keeping my eyes off of
some of the better looking, well build guys that didn't seem to worry about
being naked and displaying their attributes?large cocks, heavy balls and
tight asses.

We all showered before turning in for the night, that was one of the
rules. After showering, most of us would wear a towel around our waists and
scrubbed the clothing that we had worn. Some guys did not cover
themselves. It was difficult not to watch some of the guys cocks swinging
vigorously and occasionally rubbing against the waist high wooden
board. The result being some of this activity resulted in more than a few
half-hard cocks.  Thankfully, my towel did a pretty good job of hiding my
excitement.

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I never thought about other guys in my company being gay. Hell, I had only
recently became aware that men, particularly good looking well built guys,
interested me more than girls.  Fortunately, I was able to suppress my
feelings since we had been told that having enlisted and not admitting to
being homosexual could result in a 'Bad Conduct Discharge.'  When I heard
this, it concerned me since so many temptations were all around. Jerking
off at night helped.

We were in the fifth week of training when, I learned there was at least
one other guy that felt the way I did about other men.  His name was
Sheldon and, he slept two bunks down from mine in the top bunk, same as me.
I knew. Sheldon but not well. He marched in my platoon two rows behind me.
He was dark-haired, almost auburn, with blue eyes. In the showers, it was
not difficult to see that he must have lifted weights. He had a better than
average build, smoothly tapered, well muscled and, like me, he was
uncircumcised.

Flaccid, the pink tip of his cock peeked out from under its foreskin.  As
he showered and washed himself, the length of his cock would stretch and
the crown of his cock was more exposed. By comparison, he was a little
larger than I was but, not by much. I had measured myself at seven inches
hard, four inches soft. Like mine, Sheldon's cock rested on his heavy
balls.  It wasn't difficult to realize that Sheldon, under other
circumstances, was someone that I would have liked to know better or that
he felt the same.  I didn't realize how soon I would get the chance.

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TBC