Date: Mon, 26 Mar 2007 20:40:36 -0700
From: Horatio Hornblower <horatio_69@hotmail.com>
Subject: Base Brats

I lay on my back, staring at the ceiling.  Today was the
day.  It was not a good day.

I was living in military housing near the base with my mom,
step-dad and little step-sister.  My mom and dad are both
military but they divorced 6 years ago.  When my parents
first split up, both my older brother and I lived with my
mom and my dad lived only a few blocks away.  But my mom got
posted and so my older brother Mike stayed with my dad so he
could finish high school at the same school.  He's five
years older than me, so since I'm 12 that makes him 17.

After the posting, my mom met another guy, (military again),
and got remarried.  I don't call my step-dad, "Dad," I just
call him Dan, his name.  We get along okay, but he's not my
real dad.  I try not to hold it against him but I can't help
it sometimes.  My step-sister is Emily.  She's, uh, nine, I
guess.  We get along pretty well, and I help her with
reading, which she lousy at but I am good at.  I think the
truce between me and Dan is based on that.  That's the
background on the ol' family situation.

It's not a good day today because both Mom and Dan are going
away for 6 months.  Both Mom and Dan are military, like I
already mentioned, and both of them are due to go to
Afghanistan.  Dan was supposed to go for 6 months and then
Mom was supposed to six months but they fixed it instead so
they would both be gone for the same six months.  I don't
think Dan wanted to look after 2 kids by himself for 6
months.  I don't think Mom wanted me and Dan alone together
for 6 months.  Good call, Mom.

So now me and Emily are going to stay with another military
family at the same base for six months.  There was talk of
us staying with our other real parents but Mom thought we
should stay here at the same school.  The couple we're
staying with are really good friends of Mom and Dan, and
they've always been nice to me, so that part's okay.  But
they have two kids, two boys, and that's the part that
worries me.

Aaron is 16 and I don't really know him, but he's really
into hockey.  It's his whole life.  Dan wanted me in hockey
but I like basketball better.  (Yet another difference of
opinion.)  Aaron has his own room in the basement.  The
other boy is Jeremy, who's 14.  He's in high school now but
we were at the same school last year and he was a dick.  He
was always teasing me and my friends.  Now Jeremy and I will
be sharing a room.  I have a hard time thinking about this
as good news.

I get up and go piss and get dressed.  I pack the small bag
of stuff I'm taking over to the Stewarts' house, (most of my
clothes and stuff went yesterday).  I get a bowl of cereal
and take it in to the living room to watch tv.  I watch the
news a lot more now.  Nothing had better happen to my mom in
Afghanistan or I will freak.  I know she has to go, and why,
and it's important, but I'm worried.  I can admit it.  The
dad of one of the kids in my class was killed last summer by
a suicide bomber.

The rest of the day was a bit of a blur.  A lot of last
minute stuff in the house, my mom totally on edge and
feeling guilty about leaving us.  We all go to the gym at
the base where all the other families are saying good-bye
too.  Then Mom and Dan get on the bus and we watch it drive
away to the airport.  The Stewarts, Liz and Steve, were
there to say good-bye too, and to take Emily and I home.  We
get in the minivan and go to their house.

We have dinner and watch TV afterwards.  Emily cries off and
on.  I don't want anyone to see me cry so I don't.  And I
don't have my own room where I can be alone either.  All the
Stewarts are being really nice to me, even Jeremy, but I'm
sure he was ordered to.  I go get a book and read.
Eventually, Liz sends me to bed.  There's school tomorrow.

I go upstairs and get ready for bed.  Jeremy follows about
10 minutes later.

"Hey, Brian," he starts stripping off his clothes.

"Uh, hi."  I don't know what to say.  I mean, if I were him
I'd probably not be thrilled by someone just moving into my
house and my room for six months.

"Listen, man, don't feel uncomfortable about doing anything
you want in here.  It's cool.  It's your room too now.  Make
yourself at home."  I could tell Jeremy was making a special
effort to be nice.  No doubt the special effort was prompted
by a lecture from his mom.

"Thanks.  Sorry for invading your space," I replied.

"Hey, no problem.  This is gonna be cool.  And you can use
my Wii whenever you want."

"Thanks."  I turned to pretend to look through my backpack
for something.  I didn't feel like talking.

Jeremy was now wearing only boxers.  He was skinny.  Not a
lot of muscles, but nice shoulders.  And hair on his legs
and his pits.  I had started noticing this stuff a lot
lately.  Well, not really lately.  I had always been looking
at the other guys changing for swimming, but only lately had
I noticed that I was noticing.  If that makes sense to you,
please explain it to me.  I think it means I'm gay, but
that's not really the answer I want.

I watch Jeremy climb the ladder to the top bunk.  I sit on
the bottom bunk and take off all my clothes except for my
boxers.  At home I sleep in pajama bottoms but if Jeremy
sleeps in his boxers, then I'll do the same here.

"You're not going to sleep already, are you?"  Jeremy drops
his head down and looks at me upside down.  I'm under the
covers but I'm not sleepy.  "Who's your teacher this year?"

"Mr. Allen," I answer.

"Yeah!  I had him for grade seven too.  He's pretty cool in
class but he gives too much homework."  So we talk about
teachers for a bit.  He tells me about high school.  He
hates English and got in big shit at home over his last
report card.

I start to get sleepy and start to drift off.  Jeremy kills
the light and I go to sleep.

I wake up in the morning to Jeremy's alarm clock.  It's on
the desk, so I get up and kill it.  I stretch and start
looking for clothes.

"You can have the shower first," Jeremy mumbles.  So I go
shower.

When I come back, Jeremy is still in bed.  I get dressed.
I'm sitting on my bed, putting my socks on, when he jumps
off the top bunk and lands in front of me with a thud, butt
naked with his ass in my face.  He bends over and picks up
the boxers he was wearing last night off the floor.  He has
hair in his ass crack.  Am I going to get hair there?  I
have the start of hair around my dick now but I'd never
considered that my ass might get hairy.  Weird.

Jeremy goes for his shower and I go down for breakfast.
Then it's off to school, cos it's Monday, and school is
about three blocks away, so I walk with Emily.

I could tell that I was being moody at school, which pissed
me off because I didn't want to appear upset that my mom was
gone.  Mr. Allen was extra nice to me when I was being
moody, which pissed me off even more because it meant that
it was showing.  He didn't slack off on the math homework
though.  What a crappy day.  I had basketball after school,
which was okay though.

I came home and watched TV for awhile.  Liz tried to talk to
me a bit, but I didn't feel like talking so she left me
alone.  Jeremy was already home, but up in his room.

Liz prompted me to start my homework so I got my math books
out and started working at the dining room table.  I needed
my other math workbook so I went up to Jeremy's room to get
it.

I opened the door to the bedroom and there was Jeremy naked
with his hard dick in his hand.  He covered himself up with
a blanket quickly.  I realized he must have been jerking
off.

"Sorry," I said, frozen.

"Oh it's you," he said from a semi-sitting position and
flopped back on the bed.

"I'll just get my book and go," I said, reaching into my
backpack and then backing quickly out the door, shutting it
behind me.  I went back down and went back to my homework,
except that I couldn't concentrate on it.  My dick was as
hard as a rock.

Jeremy came down about 20 minutes later wearing sweatpants
and a t-shirt.  His dark brown hair was kinda messy and wet
from a shower.  He smelled good.

"Jeremy, homework!"  Liz ordered.  He whined a bit before
dragging his books over and sitting down across from me.

"Sorry, for barging in on you," I said.

"Don't worry about it," he flashed me a grin.  "It was bound
to happen sooner or later."

He banged around his books a bit without doing any actual
work.  Then he wandered over to the computer and logged on
to msn.  The dining room and living room were all one room,
but the computer was sort of in the middle.  I felt a bit
guilty watching over his shoulder but I couldn't help
myself.  He started chatting to someone and I went back to
my math book without doing anything except feeling my dick
through my jeans, which was as hard as steel.

"Jeremy!  You're supposed to be doing homework, not playing
on the computer," Liz nagged at her son.

"Mom, I need the computer to write my essay," Jeremy
replied, using a line I suspected he'd used before.

Liz gave him a lecture, and a parent-child homework argument
unfolded.  I don't need to write it down, you've heard it
before.  The conclusion of it was Jeremy sitting at the
table with his English books, with orders to write an essay
longhand, looking sullen.  His mom went back to the kitchen
and started banging pots.

Jeremy stared gloomily at a blank page.  I got started on my
math homework.

Forty-five minutes later I looked at what Jeremy had been up
to.  It looked like he'd written a paragraph.

I leant over and read the assignment sheet.  He was supposed
to write an essay on a Midsummer Night's Dream.

"Have you read it?" I asked.  He shook his head no.  I
picked up the paragraph he'd written and read it.  It wasn't
very good.  "When's it due?"

"In a week."

I picked up a blank sheet of paper and wrote a paragraph.
One that resembled the introduction to an essay.  (I know
what you're thinking - no real grade 7 kid could or would
write a high school essay.  Well you're wrong.  Aaron kicks
ass at hockey, I'm good at writing.  So there.  And if you
have issues with that, don't email me, I don't care.)

"Show that to your mom.  I'll help you write the rest after
I've read the play."

"Brian.you rock!"  He reached over and musses my hair.

Everyone sat down to dinner, which was pretty good,
actually.  After dinner I helped Emily with her reading for
an hour, then Jeremy taught me how to play boxing on the
Wii.  He kicked my ass, of course, but it was pretty neat.

After he beat me a bunch of times, he punched me on the arm
for real, but not hard.  He kept doing it until I punched
him back.  That was the trigger for him to wrestle me to the
ground and sit on me, which he did easily.  I'm pretty
average in size for my age, but he was 14 to my 12, so it
wasn't much of a contest.  He started tickling me into a
frenzy.

"Jeremy!  Get off him!"  Liz was pissed off.  But I didn't
really mind, oddly.

When it was time for bed, this time Jeremy stripped naked
right away, scattering his clothes all over the floor.  He
didn't try to cover up or turn away, so I got a good look at
him.  His dick was a pretty decent size, for a 14 year old
anyway, and he had a great big bush of hair.

"I always sleep naked," he said, "ever tried it?"

"Uh, yeah, sometimes."  I did sometimes pull off my pj
bottoms in bed.

"Don't worry about it, dude.  It feels way better, more
natural."

I took off all my clothes, but I paused when I got to my
boxers.  Screw it, I said to myself.  And dropped those too.
Jeremy was watching from the top bunk, lounging naked on top
of the covers.

"And don't worry about jerking off in our room either,"
Jeremy stated, "I do it all the time.  You should too.
Whenever you want," and he turned out the light.

I lay in bed under the covers, naked, my boner in my right
hand.  Now this is going to sound silly, but it's the truth.
I didn't know what jacking off was exactly.  I knew it
involved rubbing your penis, and the result was an orgasm
and ejaculation, but this knowledge was all out of a sex ed
book.   I wasn't really sure how to produce the mysterious
"orgasm," although I knew enough to desperately want one.  I
stroked myself gently for awhile, and drifted off to sleep.

The rest of the week followed pretty much the same pattern.
Jeremy spent as much time naked in the bedroom as he
possibly could and jerked off at least twice a day, in the
morning while I was in the shower and after school, (before
the daily homework war with his mother).  Liz and Steve took
turns cooking, and both could cook really well.  Breakfast
was cereal, and lunch was an unexciting brown bag of boring
sandwiches, but supper was always a big deal.  Emily was ok
and she spent a lot of time with Liz.  I didn't see a lot of
Aaron really, but he was always really friendly and nice.

And most surprisingly, Jeremy was unbelievably cool with me.
It's like he really wanted me for a friend.  Doing his
English homework for him, and coaching him on what happened
in the play so he wouldn't have to actually read it for the
test probably helped, but he was still cool.  Maybe I
misjudged him.  Or maybe he was only being an asshole at
school to impress his friends.  Whatever.

On Saturday, Aaron dragged me outside to play net while he
fired tennis balls at me.  I was pretty bad, but he didn't
give up on me and we did it again on Sunday with Jeremy and
Steve too.  I was marginally better on Sunday, by which I
mean that I put on the second worst performance by a ball
hockey goalie in history.

"So how's the basketball thing going?"  Jeremy liked to talk
while we were in bed before going to sleep.  The
conversations were kind of one sided sometimes.

"It's cool.  I'm not great but I can play defence okay."

"I used to play hockey but I quit, my dad was pissed, but he
let me quit," Jeremy rambled on.

"Why did you quit?" I asked.

"Aw, it was getting lame.  Some of the guys thought they
were real hot shots and the coach bought it and gave them
all the ice time.  Basically the coach's son and his
buddies."

"So you don't do any sports?"  In an army town, most kids
were in something.  Besides, we were in the middle of
nowhere and there wasn't much else to do.

"My dad wants me to do something but I dunno what."

"Swimming is cool," I was a decent swimmer from swimming
lessons but that was about it, I'd never competed or
anything.

"Wanna try out with me?"

"Sure, I guess."  I wasn't too keen on it, but whatever.

There was a long silence.

"Say, I can't figure something out.  When do you jerk off?
You never seem to do it."

"Umm.," I didn't know what to say to that, out of the blue.

"I thought you were doing it in the shower but you never
seem to be in there long enough."  I had walked in on Jeremy
masturbating twice more in the last week.  The second time
was when I was coming back from the shower in the morning
and it almost seemed as if he was trying to get caught.

"You can do it here whenever you want," Jeremy continued, "I
don't mind.  In fact, I might do it right now.  I'm super
horny.  Is that cool with you?"

"Uh, sure."  He's going to do it now?

"You can do it too if you want, it's just us buds."

"Nah, it's ok.  I'll do it later," I answered.  I was very
horned up though.

The bed started to shake a little.  I wished I could see
what he was doing exactly, but he was out of sight in the
top bunk above me.  Jeremy moaned a little.  The rhythmic
shaking sped up and the moaning picked up too.  He gave a
little yell and the shaking stopped, replaced by his
panting.

"Whew, that was a gooder," Jeremy announced with a note of
pride in his voice.  "Aren't you gonna do it too?"

I was hornier than I had ever been in my whole life.  But I
lay there frozen.

Jeremy dropped his head down and looked at me in the
darkness.  "You do do it, don't you?"  I could tell he was
on to me.

"I, I've never done it before," I stammered, ashamed of my
ignorance.

"What?  Really?  Oh man, you aren't gonna believe it!  Just
grab your dick and stroke it!," Jeremy urged.

"I've tried that but nothing happens."

Jeremy swung out of the top bunk and sat down on my bed
beside me.  His dick was semi-hard, with the head just
peeking through his foreskin, and he smelled of sweaty boy.
"Show me how you do it," he commanded.  "Don't be shy, I've
seen your stuff before."

I pulled back the covers to reveal my naked body and hard
on.  I pushed the loose skin on my circumcised cock up and
down.

"No, no.  You need to have a rhythm to it."  Jeremy slid
over a bit and our legs were touching, bare skin to bare
skin.  "Watch me."  He started jerking himself.  I gawked at
the sight, rubbing myself.

"No, like this."  With that, Jeremy reached over and took
over stroking my cock.  Saying that the feeling was electric
doesn't do it justice.  It only took a minute of stroking
and my body and head and cock exploded in my first orgasm.
The sensation was totally overwhelming as I spurted my first
cum all over the place and my body trembled and shook.  When
it was over, all I could do was lay there, awestruck.  There
was cum on my chest and cock.

Jeremy smelled his hand, also covered in my cum, and then
held it under my nose.  "Did ya like that?"  He knew I did.

"Holy fuck holy fuck holy fuck," was the most intelligent
thing I could come up with.

"Ha ha!  I knew you'd love it!"  Jeremy mussed my hair.

"Holy fuck holy fuck holy fuck," more words of wisdom from
yours truly.

"Okay, your turn," Jeremy put my hand on his boner.   It was
both hard and soft at the same time.  I ran my fingers
through his pubic bush.  It felt neat.  I played with his
balls too, which got an "oh yeah," out of him.

"Stroke it like this," putting his hand on mine he guided
mine up and down on him.  I soon had the hang of it and
Jeremy came in a sticky mess all over his chest and my hand.

"Christ, that was awesome.  Thanks, Brian."  Jeremy put his
arm around me in a friendly half hug.

"Thanks," I said, weakly.  I was still blown away by the
whole thing.  Jeremy picked his dirty boxers up off the
floor and wiped himself off with them.  Then he cleaned me
up too.  "Sleep tight, bud," he said as he tossed the cum
soaked underwear back on the floor and hopped back up on his
bunk.  Jeremy was asleep and snoring softly in short order.

I lay in bed, wide awake, pondering it all.  I didn't know
what to make of it, other than I liked it and wanted more.
I jerked off again by myself and fell asleep covered in my
own cum.

When the alarm went off the next morning, Jeremy leaned down
and looked at me, "good morning, Horn Dog.  Gonna beat your
meat to start the day?"  I reached down to touch myself
under the covers.  "Ah, c'mon, show me," Jeremy begged.

I flipped the covers back to reveal my morning wood.  I shut
my eyes and got into beating off.  The next thing I knew,
Jeremy crawled in beside me and started wacking too.  I came
first, watching him.  Jeremy's load followed right behind.

And after that, believe it or not, was a pretty normal day.
Showers, breakfast, and school.  Just like every other day.
Except, that I had a boner all day and couldn't think for 2
minutes about anything except getting home to beat off.

When I finally did get home, Jeremy was already there,
watching TV in the living room.

"Hey, bud!"  His face lit up when he saw me and he nearly
ran me down when he followed me up the stairs to our
bedroom.  Our bedroom.

He closed the door behind us and we looked at each other for
a minute.  Jeremy's head was on an angle and he had a
knowing smile.  He looked hot.

Jeremy took a step forward and grabbed at my crotch, feeling
my cock through my jeans.  I was already hard.  I reached
over to him.

Pretty soon we were naked and standing facing each other,
jacking each other off.  I came first, but Jeremy was right
behind me, and shortly we were covered in each other's
spunk.

This established a pattern.every morning Jeremy would climb
into my bed and we'd jerk off together, every day after
school we'd go straight upstairs and do each other.  God
knows I was enjoying it, but Jeremy was just as
enthusiastic.  We were both randy as hell.  I felt guilty
about jerking off with another guy sometimes, cos it's
clearly gay, but I never hesitated to do it when the time
came either.  I wanted to be straight but I knew I wasn't.

Another week of this went by.  When I was checking out my
basketball teammates, I started to think about jerking off
with them, too.  Sometimes I even popped wood, which was
embarrassing, but I don't think anyone noticed.  If they
did, they didn't say anything, they probably wouldn't want
to admit they were looking.

Friday, Jeremy didn't come home from school on time.  I
started in on my homework, horny and desperate for my usual
after-school wank with him.  Liz was out too, and left me a
note about dinner and looking after Emily.  I don't know
where Aaron was, probably at his girlfriend's house.  He
spent most of his free time there.

Jeremy and his parents finally showed up about 7.  Jeremy
looked like hell.  He had clearly been on the losing end of
a fight, and it wasn't a pretty loss.  His face was bruised
and his upper lip had a big scab where it had been split.
He was walking funny.  He didn't say anything but just went
upstairs, slowly, one stair at a time.  His dad followed.

"How's Emily?  Did you manage with supper, dear?" Liz asked.
We've been at the hospital with Jeremy.  He was in a fight
at school."

"Everything's cool," I answered.  "The rest of the lasagna
is in the fridge.  Aaron wasn't home so there's enough left
for all three of you."  Aaron ate like a horse.  Jeremy
packed it away too, so did I, I suppose.  But Aaron ate
every meal like he hadn't eaten for days.  All that hockey
used a lot of calories, I guess.  His body was in great
shape, lean and ripped.  He looked pretty decent in the
crotch department too, from what I could see when he went
around the house in just his boxer briefs.  He had a line of
hair going down from his belly button that looked real-

It's pretty sad that Liz and I can't have a conversation
about dinner without my mind wandering back to sex stuff.

"Is Jeremy okay?"

"He's badly hurt.  He's got two cracked ribs but he'll be
alright in a few weeks.   He'll have to take it easy for
awhile."

I went upstairs to see how he was doing.  I surprised myself
at how concerned I was.  I guess in two weeks we had become
pretty good friends.  Even besides the jerking off together
and me doing his homework, we hung out and played ball
hockey and video games all the time.

Jeremy was lying in my bed, the lower bunk, looking
uncomfortable.  When he saw me, he turned his face to the
wall.  Steve, his dad, was sitting with him.

"Brian, you and Jeremy will have to trade bunks, at least
for the next few weeks.  He can't climb up to the top rack
with his cracked ribs."

"I don't mind.  Is he okay?"

"He'll be fine.  He needs rest.  I'll let you two talk for a
few minutes but then come downstairs."  Steve left, closing
the door behind him.

"What happened, man?  You look awful!"

Jeremy kept looking at the wall and didn't answer.  I think
he was crying.  I sat on the edge of the bed and neither of
us spoke.

"Who did it?" I asked, unable to contain my curiosity.

"Leave me alone," he snapped.  I could see Jeremy meant it,
so I left and went downstairs.

I stayed in the living room with everyone else until it was
time for bed.  When I went up to our room, Jeremy was
asleep.  I quietly slipped into my rack and went to sleep
too.

The next day, Saturday, everyone in the house was subdued
and quiet.  In the morning, I hung out with Aaron in his
room in the basement.  We talked hockey and he taught me how
to workout with his dumbbell set.  He took off his shirt for
that, which definitely increased my interest.

"You can come down and work out with me whenever you want,"
Aaron said.  "Except when Katie is over, of course."  Sure,
no problem.  Just take off all of your clothes next time,
please.

Jeremy had calmed down enough to talk to me when I took his
lunch up to him, but it was still an awkward conversation.
It was just meaningless small talk meant to prevent any real
discussion, like about who kicked the crap out of him and
why.  He clearly wasn't ready to talk about that.

That afternoon, I went to talk to Steve, who was looking
through a book of shed designs to decide what he wanted to
build in the spring.

"Can we bring Jeremy's Wii up to his room so he has
something to do?"

"Sure, but what will you use for a TV," Steve replied.  The
Wii was hooked up to the TV in the living room.  It was the
only TV in the house and absolutely enormous.  Moving it
upstairs was out of the question.

"We could go to my house and grab a TV from there," I
proposed.  "My mom has a smaller one in her room."

Steve thought about this for a minute and decided that it
would be okay.  "Okay, Bri, go clean off the truck while I
talk to Liz for a minute."

I got dressed and went outside.  The snow had been falling
steadily all day.  Outdoor hockey was out of the question
today.  I found a snow brush and had Steve's pickup cleaned
off by the time he came out.

We drove the short distance to my house and went inside.  I
showed Steve the TV in Mom's and Dan's bedroom.  I
disconnected it from the VCR and Steve picked it up off its
stand and carried it downstairs.  I could see there were
some videos fallen down behind the stand after the TV was
gone.  College Dorm Sluts 7?  Ugh!  Then I thought about my
Mom and Dan watching those together and that was genuinely
100% gross.

I grabbed a couple of other things from my room too, mainly
books.  Then Steve and I went back to the house and took the
TV up to Jeremy's room.  Jeremy was mightily surprised by
this.  I ran down and got the Wii and set it all up.  Then
Jeremy and I sat down to play.

We played baseball, which I know isn't the most fun Wii
game, but Jeremy wasn't moving around too much.  His face
was still a mess, bruised, cut and swollen.  His chest when
I saw it was even worse.  The biggest, hugest, ugliest, most
multicoloured bruise I'd ever seen.  No wonder he didn't
move around a lot.  Still, he seemed happy to have a
distraction.

And that's what we did for the rest of Saturday and all day
Sunday.  We played Wii, or Jeremy watched me play.  After I
came back up from dinner on Sunday, Jeremy was sitting on
the floor, playing bowling of all things.

"You know what, Jer?  You stink.  I mean you smell, bad."
He hadn't showered since before his accident.  He hadn't
even changed his underwear.  His hair was all greasy.

"I don't care.  I can't smell it," he growled.

"You should definitely shower or something."

He turned to look at me.  "I can't even lift my arms, how am
I supposed to shower?"  It was true he couldn't do much for
himself.

"Get in the bathroom," I ordered.  Jeremy grumbled, but he
went.

I turned on the shower and adjusted the temperature.  Then I
pulled down his boxers and he stepped out of them and into
the water.  I stripped naked and followed him, stepping into
the tub and pulling the shower curtain closed.

I washed him all over, starting with his hair and working my
way down.  Face, pits, shoulders, crotch, even his ass
crack.  He twitched big time when I soaped up under his
foreskin and again when I touched his anus.  We both had
boners.  I got down on one knee to wash his legs and I
tickled his nut sac a little as I did his thighs.  Neither
of us spoke a word.

After he rinsed off, I leaned up against his back, right up
close with my hard dick touching his ass.  This was the most
naked body contact we had ever had.  He wasn't much taller
than me, since he was a bit short for his age.  I reached
around and jacked him as the water beat on his chest.  He
threw his head back and moaned.  It wasn't long before he
came with a pretty load groan, all over the shower wall.  He
turned to face me, panting.

I was pretty worked up by this time, so I went for it and
came in a hurry.  I shot my load on the wall too.

I got rid of the evidence and shut off the water and Jeremy
got out.  I rubbed him dry and wrapped the towel around his
waist.  He left the bathroom as I dried off.  Steve was in
the hallway as I came out.  He didn't say anything but I
thought I saw a raised eyebrow.

We played some more Wii and went to bed.

At school the next day, I got the real story about Jeremy's
fight from Frank, one of the other guys in my class.

"No, he did not get in a fight exactly," Frank stated.

"So what did happen then?"  I demanded.

"He was ambushed.  Two of the guys from his hockey team
jumped him and beat him."

"Where?  On his way home from school?"

"No, at school.  It happened when he was alone in the locker
room."

"How do you know all this?"

"My older brother, Ray, is on the team.  Two of the guys
really have it in for him and have been talking about
beating the crap out of him."

"Why?"

"You don't know why he quit hockey?"

"No."

Frank didn't say anything for a second.  "The coach caught
Jeremy giving another guy on the team a blow job."

"Whoa," was all I could say.

"It was in the arena after a game on a road trip."

"And the coach announced it to everyone?"

"He kicked Jeremy off the team straight away.  They were
away on a road trip.  The coach called his dad and made him
come and pick him up."

"But how did anyone find out?"

"The coach told his son.  His son told everyone."

"Who was the other guy?"

"Nobody knows for sure, but everyone thinks it was Adam
Marsden.  Adam was his best friend.  Now he hates him.  Adam
was probably one of the guys who beat him up."

I pondered all this. "Did Adam get kicked off the team?"

"No, he's buddies with the coach's son."

"That's crap."

"That's how life works, old boy."

The rest of the week went by quickly.  Jeremy stayed home
from school to recover.  Much to his disappointment, Liz
took away the Wii and replaced it with home study
assignments from school.

"The time at home will give you a chance to bring your marks
up," she lectured sternly.

So I would come home, we'd do his homework together, and
then we'd play Wii.  He wasn't stupid, but he was clearly
behind.  He clearly had been coasting along through school
and had finally run up against some teachers in high school
who were more demanding.

We didn't do any jerking off together.  I tried to start
something, but he pushed my hand away and said it was kids
stuff.  I didn't force the issue.

Saturday was my birthday.  I was 13.  I hadn't said anything
to anybody, but I still felt sorry for myself that morning.
I plunked myself down in front of the TV and pouted.

The phone rang.  Liz stuck her head around the corner from
the kitchen.

"You answer that, Brian."

Odd.  I picked up the phone, "hello?"

"Happy birthday, Brian!"  It was my mom, calling from
Afghanistan.  My mom was allowed satellite phone time to
call home.  Normally she called on Sunday at 10 to talk to
me and Emily and usually Liz.  We had a prearranged time so
that I would know to be home.  Mom emailed regularly too.

Mom and I had a quick conversation and then she put Dan on
the phone and he said happy birthday too.  He even sounded
like he meant it.

"I think you'll like your present," he said.  "It's a
combined present from your Mom, me, and your Dad."

"What is it?"

"Liz has it.  She'll give it to you."

As it turned out, it was a laptop.  I could hardly believe
it.  A brand new Dell, widescreen, DVD burner, the works.

I got other presents too.  Liz and Steve gave me a Leafs
hockey jersey, (#1, Raycroft).  Aaron gave me a goalie stick
and Jeremy gave me a goalie mask.  A used one, but I only
play pickup.  Emily gave me a scrapbook that she made
herself with lots of pictures.

Liz hugged me and kissed me on the cheek.  "Thanks for being
so good to Jeremy; he really needs a friend right now.  And
thanks for helping him with his English homework."  I guess
she knew I was doing most of the work.

We all ate lunch and Liz had a cake.  It was a pretty cool
birthday.

That night, after a pretty full day of playing on my new
computer, Liz finally sent me to bed at 1 am.  Jeremy was
already in bed but was either waiting up for me or I woke
him up.

"Hey, wait," he hissed after I got undressed and as I
started up the ladder to the top bunk.  He sat up and put
his feet on the floor so I was standing between his knees.
We were both naked.  He reached for my dick and stroked me
til I was hard and throbbing.

"Now for your real birthday present," he said and he sucked
my dick into his mouth.

"Ohhhh," was all I could say as I got my first blow job.

Jeremy sucked and bobbed up on my dick with enthusiasm.  I
was pretty enthusiastic too.  In fact, I was out of my tree
it felt so good.  The rest of the world didn't exist, just
the hot, wet mouth, slurping on my cock.

"I'm gonna shoot," I said weakly.  He didn't stop and I shot
into his mouth.  "That was the best ever," I said, after I
caught my breath.

"Glad you liked it," Jeremy said proudly.

I got down on my knees between his legs and felt his hard
on.  It was slippery with his pre-cum.  I could feel him
trembling at my touch.  I leaned forward and smelled his
cock.  There was a faint odour, but it didn't smell bad.

"You don't have to suck me, if you don't want to."

I didn't answer but licked his dick, tentatively.  The pre-
cum was sticky but didn't taste bad.  I licked it some more.
This wasn't so bad.

I took him into my mouth and tried sucking a little.  I
don't think I was very expert at it, but I did my best.  My
best was good enough because it wasn't long before Jeremy
was on the brink.

He tried pushing my head away but I kept sucking until he
blew his load in my mouth.  I wasn't terribly keen on the
idea but if he would swallow, then I would too.  The taste
was surprising and unfamiliar, but not terrible either.  I
stood up.

Jeremy grabbed my hand and lay back on the bed, pulling me
down beside him.  I was careful not to lean on his injured
chest but our knees were touching.  We just lay there
quietly together for a minute.  I felt drained and drifted
asleep.

Jeremy woke me up and pushed me so I was lying down in the
bed.  He crawled in beside me and pulled the covers over us.
I went back to sleep.

After a birthday like that, where you get a party, a new
laptop, hockey gear, and your first blowjob. well it's hard
to top that.  I'd say Sunday was anti-climactic, but Jeremy
made sure I climaxed in his mouth multiple times.

So that was pretty much settled.  Jeremy and I went at it
like crazy every chance we got, which was a lot, what with
sharing a room and all.  I think Steve suspected us, but he
never said a world and everything went pretty smoothly.
School, basketball, and sex too.  Pretty cool.

Jeremy went back to school after a week but it wasn't easy
for him.  After the big fight, there wasn't one kid who
didn't know why Jeremy had been kicked off his hockey team
and why he had been beaten up.  He got called a lot of
names.  What was worse, no one wanted to be seen to be his
friend, his former friends were all afraid of being labeled
a fag too.

No one knew exactly who had kicked the crap out of him.  The
guys who jumped him, the first thing they did was wrap a
towel around his head so he couldn't see who it was.  Or so
Jeremy said.  If he knew, he didn't tell anyone, not even
me.  The identities of those two guys were the source of a
lot of rumours, but most people thought it was Adam Marsden,
probably the guy he was caught sucking off, and Jason
Mackay, the coach's son.

Contrary to what you might expect, Jeremy's marks started
going up, not down.  He didn't have hockey anymore, and he
didn't have any friends besides me, and he avoided going
anywhere on his own.  That left plenty of time for homework,
Liz made sure of it.

There were two incidents of note over the next two months.
Both involved Frank.

The first was when Frank was over at my house after school
to work on a project together.  We were working at the
dining room table and I had my laptop out.  I got up for a
minute to go piss and I stopped in the kitchen for a couple
of Cokes on my way back.  By the time I sat down again,
Frank had found my porn collection.

There were no women in my porn collection.  After a couple
of weeks of sucking Jeremy's cock, I was pretty sure what I
liked, and it wasn't girls.  Okay, I really knew I was gay
the first time I sucked his cock, but let's not split hairs.
So what Frank had found was a folder full of pictures of
naked young guys, often sucking dick or fucking.

Frank looked at me thoughtfully.  "I sorta thought you might
be gay," he said evenly.  "It's cool.  I'm not, but it
doesn't bother me if you are."

"Thanks," I answered, shocked at being discovered.

"Sorry for snooping, Brian, but you know, it's not like you
were going to tell me on your own."

"True," I admitted.

"Can you get me some straight porn?  With girls?"

"Sure," I said.  "I'm sure I can find some for you.  Will a
Swedish girls volleyball team orgy be okay?"

"That will be more than okay.  My mom caught me looking at
naked chicks once on the computer.  Now there's a password
that only she knows and she's always lurking over my
shoulder whenever I'm online."

My laptop had wireless built in.  Steve and Liz didn't know
I could pick up the neighbour's open network.  I didn't see
any reason to tell them.

So Frank knew I was gay and was cool with it.  We were still
friends and he never said anything to anyone. Actually, I
think we were better friends for it.  Frank definitely
appreciated the porn I burned for him.  I told him several
times what a sacrifice it was for me to have to look at
naked girls for him.

The second incident was a bigger deal.  Frank and I were
walking home from school when we saw a crowd of older kids
on the street ahead of us.  When we got closer, we could see
it was Jeremy being taunted and shoved around.  The leader
was Jason Mackay.

Jason and some other kid I didn't recognize were doing most
of the bullying.  The rest were watching and laughing,
cracking off the odd cocksucker comment here and there.
They were all high school kids.

Jason shoved Jeremy one more time and then took a swing and
missed.   The other kid connected hard though, and Jeremy
went down hard on the ground and took a couple of kicks to
the gut.  I rushed in without even thinking.  I wasn't going
to let him get kicked to death.

I grabbed from behind the hair of the guy who hit him and
smashed him in the nose as hard as I could.  I heard a
crunch as the bone broke and then there was blood gushing
everywhere.  Not a fair punch but that was the end of him.
I turned to look for Mackay, but Frank had already popped
him one and he was rubbing his jaw and crying.  Frank and I
stood back to back, still ready to fight.  No one else was
interested and they all backed away.

I have no idea who called the Meatheads, probably someone
watching out a window.  The MPs pulled up and everyone ran
away, including Mackay.  Jeremy was still in a ball on the
ground and so was the kid whose nose I broke.  Frank and I
stood our ground.  We explained to the MPs what happened and
ambulances came for Jeremy and the other kid.  I wanted to
go with Jeremy but they wouldn't let me.  Instead they took
us to their station to make statements.  After the
statements, Frank and I got driven home.

Steve was waiting for me at home and Liz was at the hospital
with Jeremy.  I told him the story.  He hugged me and told
me he was proud of me and sent me to go shower.  I was still
covered in the blood of the kid whose nose I had broken.

That's pretty much it.  Jeremy was okay; he had only had the
wind knocked out of him, not like before.  He gave me an
extra good blowjob to say thank you for saving his ass.

The Meatheads didn't charge anybody but Jeremy didn't have
anymore trouble after that.  I think Mackay's dad read him
the riot act.  Or maybe it was his mom, who knows.

Mom and Dan came home from Afghanistan on leave for a couple
of weeks in May.    Mom couldn't stop crying she was so glad
to see me and Emily.  Surprisingly, me and Dan actually got
along okay.  He was really nice to me and told me he was
proud of me for standing up to bullies.  We spent a week at
home then we skipped a week of school to go see Grandma and
Grandpa.

One afternoon Dan borrowed Grandpa's .22 and took me out to
teach me how to shoot.  It was pretty fun and I was shooting
decently well.  I still have the target paper from my best
five round grouping.

"Christ, Brian, you can fight, you can shoot.  The next
thing you know, you'll have some gorgeous girlfriend," Dan
laughed.

"I don't think I'll have a girlfriend.  I'm gay."  Oh my
God.  I didn't plan to say that.

There was a shocked silence.  We were both pretty stunned.
Finally Dan spoke.

"That's cool, Brian.  If you're gay, that is.  Are you sure?
I mean, you're pretty young to decide something like that.
Even if you're jacking off with a buddy, it doesn't mean
anything.  Lots of guys do when they're your age."

"No, I'm gay.  I'm definitely gay."  I realized after I said
it how defiant I sounded.

Dan paused, smiled, and stepped over and hugged me.  "It
doesn't matter to me.  I love you anyway."

I was pretty shocked again but I hugged him back.

"Thanks," I said.  "Sorry I gave you such a hard time
before."

"That's okay.  I understand."  There was a long pause.
"Does your mother know you're gay?"

"No," I replied.  "I hadn't planned on telling anybody.  I
don't even know why I just told you."

"Well, I'm glad you trusted me.  And I won't say anything to
your Mom if you don't want me to."

"I'll tell her myself."

So I told my mom after dinner, although it took me forever
to work up the nerve.  I really threw her for a loop but she
said she was okay with it and told me over and over how she
loved me no matter what.  I think it was a couple of days
before she actually settled down but then everything was
okay.

So I guess there isn't that much more to tell.  Mom and Dan
went back to Afghanistan to finish their tour but they both
came home safely.  Jeremy and I both went to summer camp but
not together.  He went to hockey camp for two weeks and I
went to scout camp for two weeks.

The next September we both joined the swim team that trained
at the base pool together.  There were a lot of hot boys on
the team, and we ended up fooling around with a couple of
other guys on the team in the hotel on a road trip.

There were 6 of us in a room playing cards, the game was
Asshole.  When it started getting boring, one of the other
guys suggested Strip Asshole.  Whoever was the Janitor had
to take off a piece of clothing and socks and belts didn't
count.  Well Jeremy wasn't very good at regular Asshole, but
this time he couldn't lose somehow.  Me and two other guys
were down to our undies when one of the other guys finally
had to lose those too.  That made him the President's slave
and Jeremy said he wanted to be jacked off.

So the guy started beating off Jeremy right in front of
everybody.  It was pretty hot and I could tell everyone else
had a boner.  I whipped mine out and started jacking myself
so two other guys did too.  That left one guy wearing a t-
shirt and boxers but he wouldn't jerk with us.  He did stay
to watch and he was grinning so I guess he was cool with it,
even if he didn't want to join in.  The naked Janitor
finished off Jeremy and then one at a time finished off the
rest of us that were jacking.  The Janitor did himself and
then that was it for cards and everyone went to bed.
Nothing else happened.  That night.

Jeremy and I have done lots of stuff together since then but
I've told you enough.  The rest is just between the two of
us.

***

My other stories:

/nifty/gay/camping/roughing-it-in-bush
/nifty/gay/military/convoy-cock
/nifty/gay/military/shower-time
/nifty/gay/military/on-shift
/nifty/gay/young-friends/sleepover-with-adam-and-geoff
/nifty/gay/young-friends/d-and-d-got-me-laid
/nifty/gay/young-friends/big-white