Date: Fri, 08 Jul 2005 18:19:54 -0400
From: Frontrnrusa@netscape.net
Subject: Brothers in Arms

Brothers in Arms - Part I
By: Holloway


This is a work of fiction with adult content.  I'd like to hear your
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Copyright 2005 Holloway.

     In February of 1991, our father, Major Ryan Wyatt Andrews was shot
down over Iraq.  My brother and I were 10 years old.  We were watching the
news with our grandparents when we saw the wreckage of a jet and the body
of our father, charred, but recognizable as our dad.  I remember it as
clearly as it was yesterday.  I looked at Wyatt and began to cry; he pulled
me in his arms and held me rocking as his tears dropped on the back of my
neck.  Our grandparent's put their arms around Wyatt and me trying to
console us.  Late the next day our mother, also a military pilot flew in
from Kuwait.  We met her at the air terminal on base.  She ran up and threw
her arms around Wyatt and me, we all cried because we loved my dad.  My
father's funeral was held at Arlington a week later.  Wyatt and I dressed
in black suits with white shirts and dark blue ties.  Mother, told us how
important it was for us to be the men of the family today.  Our family sat
side-by-side as the military honor guard went through the ceremony and then
presented mother with the flag that had draped my father's coffin.  The
Secretary of Defense and the Commandant of the Marines shook our hands and
offered their condolences.  The following morning we flew back home.
Nothing had changed back home except the fact that my father was dead.  I
missed him terribly because he understood Wyatt and me and I loved him so
much.  Three weeks later mother, returned to duty in Kuwait.  Our
grandparents took on the role as parents as they had done over the last
several years.

     Mother, was promoted to Major in 1995.  By the time Wyatt and me where
fourteen we were already taller than most other kids in High School, we
were identical twins and people had a hard time telling us apart.  We both
had short sandy blonde hair with brown eyes and tanned looking skin.  We
loved the military.  Anything and everything about it excited us.  We read
books and when we weren't on base we played war at home.  During the summer
of 1996 Wyatt met a girl named Sara.  She was the daughter of a Gunnery
Sergeant on base.  She was pretty and my brother was really taken by her.
At first I felt left out but after a while I made my own way once again.  I
did things by myself and of course I missed Wyatt after all he was my
brother.  Two months after Wyatt and Sara had been going out together,
Wyatt came home after midnight.  He woke me by knocking on the window to
the bedroom so our grandparent's wouldn't know he'd stayed out past curfew.
He crawled inside and undressed without turning the light on.  He stripped
down to his boxers and crawled in bed next to me and we talked.  I listened
to him talk about Sara and how he felt, I'm not sure what I was feeling but
I knew my body was changing because being beside Wyatt excited me.

Out of nowhere Wyatt turned on his side and looked at me in the dark, "it's
alright!"

I turned on my side looking at him, "I feel so many things inside."

"We both do."  Wyatt's fingers move over the side of my face

     With those words' Wyatt picked up my hand and placed it on his chest.
My fingers slowly moved over his hairless chest and down his stomach until
they enclosed his erection.  All our lives Wyatt and I had messed around
together but tonight was different.  I moved down and put my mouth over his
erection.  He cried out and turned around putting my erection in his mouth,
we were young and full of youth and within minutes we had filled each other
with our scalding seed.  I moaned as Wyatt continued to suck on me until I
was hard again.  That excited him.  He moved up lying on top of me and
looked in my face.  "You know Ryan I'll always need you the way I did
tonight, I swear."  I could hear the tension in his voice.

Touching the side of his face gently he laid his head on my chest, "Wyatt I
need you too, promise me you'll never leave me."  My fingers moved through
his thick and silky hair and my young body responded wanting him badly, he
didn't resist my urges to move down my body and make love to me with his
mouth once again.  My fingers feverishly moved in his hair, he moaned, I
cried out and filled his mouth once again.  He lay his head on my lap my
fingers greedily moving through his hair, up his neck and down the side of
his face, this was happiness.

After a while Wyatt moved up next to me, he bent forward and kissed my
lips, putting his tongue in my mouth, when we broke apart he smiled, "I
swear."

The following morning just like clock work Wyatt was out the front door and
on the way to the base pool with Sara.  It didn't matter now that I knew
Wyatt would always be a part of me.  Over the next few years until we
graduated from high school Wyatt had several girl friends.  I on the other
hand never felt comfortable around girls, I had friends many of them were
the same friends as Wyatt.  My best friend was Eric, when Wyatt was with
Sara I hung out with Eric, we rode bicycles and played war.  Several times
we took Eric's BB gun and went down to the railroad trestle and shot at the
rats that were always foraging by the small stream.  Near the end of summer
Eric and I went to the base pool to swim.  Wyatt and Sara were hanging out
and spotted us as soon as we arrived.  I could tell by the look on Wyatt's
face he was angry.  Eric and I swam and played water polo with a few of the
guys from school, after the game we returned to Eric's house and changed
clothes.  I felt the same tension with Eric I felt with Wyatt.  I made an
excuse to leave, I liked Eric but Wyatt was inside me and I could never do
anything with another person.

During high school we played on the school's basketball and baseball teams
and worked on the school paper and yearbook.  In our senior years we were
nominated the cutest boys and most likely to succeed.  My attachment to
Wyatt grew stronger over the years, I loved him as a brother, but I also
loved him as one man loves another man, I wanted to be with forever.  One
night as we lay in bed I told him everything I had been thinking.  He was
quiet for a while then he turned toward me and smiled. "I'm glad because I
don't want anyone but you, I promise."

High School graduation night I asked Wyatt what he wanted to do?  When I
asked if he wanted to go and hang out with everyone he looked at me with an
evil grin on his face and held up a motel room key.  He drove our
granddad's truck to the motel.  The room was nice and inside the
refrigerator were six beers.  Wyatt smiled as he locked the front door and
stripped naked dropping his clothes to the floor.  I looked at him and did
the same thing.  We sat on the bed drinking beer and watching movies.  In
between movies I asked Wyatt if he ever messed around with Sara or other
guys when we were growing up.  He looked at me, "No, never.  Did you mess
around with Eric?"

"No, I couldn't"

Wyatt's smile left his face, "If I find out, you've touched another guy
I'll die, you can't do those things with anyone but me, promise me on your
honor?"

He made me feel good inside, "I promise."

Wyatt gently pushed me back on the bed and we made love to each other with
our mouth's. We lay there exhausted. As we relaxed Wyatt had me turn over
on my stomach and put his dick inside my butt.  It hurt at first but after
a few minutes it felt all right, I didn't like it but Wyatt did and that
made it okay for me.  When Wyatt came it was my turn.  Once I was buried
deep inside of him he cried out telling me, I was so big.  As I began to
move in and out of him he cried out and moaned telling me how good it felt
and when I came inside of him he almost screamed.  We had sex with each
other over and over until morning came and we fell asleep.  It was late
morning when we woke up, Wyatt had another surprise. We had the room for
two days.  We dressed and went to the beach where we fell asleep in the sun
waking late in the day.  We stopped at Burger King before heading back to
the motel.  On the drive Wyatt looked at me, "Ryan, you're an awesome
looking guy."

I couldn't believe what I had just heard, my brother telling me I was the
best looking guy and all my life I thought he was the ultimate looking guy.
I reached over and squeezed his hand, he smiled at me and turned up the
radio.  On the way back to the motel Wyatt put his head in my lap and fell
asleep.  My fingers moved through his silky hair and my erection strained,
I wanted him.  Most of all I wanted to protect him.  That evening when we
lay down we held each other talking about our futures, Wyatt's face was
warm against my chest, my lips kissed his hair over and over as I relished
in his scent. He fell asleep in my arms my fingers moving down his back
until I too feel asleep.

Wyatt and I selected an Ivy League school.  I can't tell you where since it
has only been a few years since we graduated from College.  During our
first year we entered NROTC.  We were both excited and participated in
every military event.  We looked forward to the summers we spent at boot
camp it was everything we could have dreamed of and more.  There was only
one thing that didn't change for either of us, our feelings for each other.
By the time we were twenty we had grown to six feet, we kept our blonde
hair cut short and we looked healthy from all our physical training.  Wyatt
was on the schools track team and I played on the Baseball team.  I never
missed any of Wyatt's races unless it conflicted with a ball game.  During
the summer, Wyatt attended a cross country meet in New York, I wouldn't be
able to get there until the following day.  Wyatt had been walking around
in the city shopping when he was beat up and robbed by a group of
teenagers, they beat him up really good.  When I saw him at the hospital I
thought I might fall apart, I wanted to but Wyatt needed me.  I sat next to
him holding his hand in mine, when he woke up I smiled at him, "Geez!
Slugger I can imagine what the other guys look like."

Wyatt turned away from me, "Ryan, leave me alone."

I continued to hold his hand until he pulled away and turned on his side
facing the wall.  I knew whatever he was feeling it would take time for him
to tell me.  I walked down to the cafeteria and got a cup of coffee and a
coke for Wyatt, when I got back to his room he was asleep.  I sat in the
chair and looked at him.  I wondered how and why I felt the need to be
loved by my brother in a physical way, he was everything a guy could want
to be, he had the world waiting for him.  He told me time and again all he
wanted was me in his life to be happy.  Late that night he woke, turning
over he looked at me, I must have fallen asleep because his fingers
brushing against my face woke me.  Wyatt looked tired, "Ryan just listen to
me."

I nodded my head.

"I was walking around the city sightseeing.  I stopped at Macy's and got
you some cologne and then I walked up forty-second street looking at the
marquees and posters.  I got turned around and walked down an alley way.
At the end of the alley were five teenagers no more than sixteen or
seventeen.  One of them asked me what I had in the bag and I told him to
mind his business.  As I turned to leave one of the kids jumped on my back.
I slung him off into the wall, I heard his head crack as he hit the brick.
Before I could turn around the remaining guys were on me hitting and
kicking me.  I punched a couple of them hard in the face, I'm sure I broke
a nose and maybe even one of the guys arms.  That is all I remember.  When
I woke up, it was late in the day, I called out until someone heard me and
called the police.  Ryan, this whole time I've been laying in this hospital
bed I've worried about if had it been you.  Ryan, I don't give a shit what
the world thinks, I love you and I will not let anyone hurt you ever, I
swear to God, I won't."

Wyatt was getting upset, I stood up and put my arms around him until he
calmed down.  I sat back down and smoothed his hair.  "Wyatt, I love you
too."

He looked over at me tears coming from his eyes.  I wanted to cry so badly.
Instead, I caressed his face until he went to sleep and then I cried
silently.

We felt ready for the world at 22, until we woke up one morning and began
considering being sent to separate military assignments, I figured we'd
survive it but Wyatt wasn't that sure, actually I'd never seen him unsure.
We ran several miles after dinner then returned to our dorm room.  After
showering we sat down for the evening Wyatt looked at me, I saw tears in
his eyes and it scared the crap out of me. I felt everything he felt and
knew everything he knew but why he was crying made me afraid.  He looked at
me and I pulled him tight in my arms his head rested on my shoulder, he
whispered to me "Ryan, I love you."

I gently took his face in my hands and I kissed him on the lips until he
melted in my arms. That night when I made love to him it wasn't lust that I
felt, it was the need to be loved and the need to be wanted by Wyatt.  That
was the night that sealed our bonds more so than being identical twins.

On graduation day, we received our Marine commissions.  Mother, walked up
from the audience to the podium and pinned Lieutenant bars to our
collars. She smiled and we saluted then she hugged us and wished us the
world.  After the ceremony we had ten days before we were to report to Camp
Bray for further training.  Wyatt and I had laid out a plan that would take
us the next five years to carry out.  We had decided before graduation that
we would save one of our salaries every year for the next five years at the
end of that time we would have more than enough to go into business
together.  Wyatt wanted to go back to college and get his masters degree in
engineering.  I wanted that too, at least it would give us time together
for another 16 or so months.  We weren't surprised when we received word
upon arrival at Camp Bray that we were being sent onto William and Mary in
Virginia to continue our Engineering Degrees.  We knew beyond a doubt that
mother had pulled some strings, now that she had been promoted to Colonel
and stationed in Washington.

Within the week we reported to William and Mary, it took a few days to find
a small apartment off campus.  Since we were brothers, the people that
rented to us didn't even think about it being two guys.  We settled into
our routine quickly.

The months passed unremarkably.  On completion of our Masters program we
were issued orders for Iraq; We were slated to provide engineering
expertise to the Iraqis.  That night in bed Wyatt lay his head on my arm I
could feel the knots in my stomach and knew that Wyatt felt them too.  I
worried about losing him.  I sat up and Wyatt rested his head in my lap.  I
looked down at him as my fingers moved through his hair.  "Wyatt, we're
going to be all right. I want you to remember that once we get out of the
Marines we're going to get a place of our own and make a life together just
the way we talked about."

Wyatt turned his head so he was looking up at me.  "I know."

He turned his head back and closed his eyes as my fingers caressed the side
of his face.

Before sunrise we donned our running clothes and headed out for a leisurely
run.  We neared an area of the lake that was secluded.  In the two years we
had been running here we had never seen anyone near the area.  Wyatt pulled
me to a stop just as we disappeared behind a screen of Azaleas.  The grass
was dry.  Wyatt pulled me to the ground beside him.  He began to make love
to me, I couldn't last long and I cried out never wanting him to stop and
he didn't.  He made me hard once again and then easily made me cum a second
time.  I pulled him on top of me.  He smiled looking in my eyes. "I love
you."

"I love you too."  I kissed him.

He jumped up pulling me to my feet and we continued on with our run.  It
was noon when we got back to the apartment.  Everything we owned was in
boxes.  We showered together before laying down.  The look on Wyatt's face
told me what he wanted.  I lifted his legs to my shoulders and began to
enter him stopping when he winced with pain.  As soon as I was deep inside
of him I moved hard to his cries of pleasure.  As the tension built in both
of our bodies, I pulled his lips to mine kissing him and holding his head
against my chest as I went deeper inside him and my fingers moved up the
back of his neck.  Wyatt cried out, his seed shooting hot between our
bodies, the feeling was incredible.  He cried out saying he loved me.  The
moment he felt my warmth entering him he cried out until I was spent and
gently lay him on his back withdrawing from him and moving his legs from my
shoulders.  He lay their looking so beautiful my throat caught and I
couldn't say a word at that moment.  I gathered him in my arms and kissed
him then I rocked him gently, his head lay against my chest and we went to
sleep.  I woke first and slowly moved down his body tasting him until he
woke and eagerly held my head in place as his erection teased me until he
cried out and rewarded me.  I lay my head atop his deflating erection
closing my eyes as his fingers moved up and down the back of my neck.  By
afternoon we had moved everything into storage. We realized how difficult
it would be to find time and places to be together safely.  On the drive to
base we touched each other every chance we got always reminding ourselves
of our plans for the future.  As we entered the front gate on base I looked
at Wyatt one more time and told him I loved him with my life.

He smiled at me, "I love you in the same way."

Once I parked the car in front of the BOQ we were Marines.  Wyatt and I
unpacked our gear placing it in our quarters.  With everything put in place
we drove over to the base exchange.  Several people did a double take as we
walked inside. We spent the next two hours buying civilian clothes in
addition to all the small stuff we'd need for our trip.  As we entered the
cashier's line, the young girl behind the counter flirted with us, we were
both flattered by her attention.  We had soon changed into our running gear
and where headed across base, jumping ditches and mud as we enjoyed the run
and the feeling of the wind in our faces.  We finished our run just in time
to shift colors.  We stood tall as sweat dripped from our bodies and the
flag was lowered.  We hurried to the showers as soon as the bugle ended.
Clean we jumped in the car and headed out to a small mom and pop
restaurant.  We had a filling dinner then headed back to the BOQ.  We
watched television for an hour before turning it off and sitting next to
each other talking.  Somehow I could tell our talk was going to be serious,
the tone in Wyatt's voice made that clear.

Wyatt put his hand on my leg.  "Ryan, all my life I've only loved you.
We're going to be heading over to Iraq next week and the possibility exist
that one or both of us could die."  I started to say something but Wyatt
put his hand up.  "Listen Ryan, I'd rather die than live without you in my
life, I know that sounds strange but it's true.  Nothing in this world
matters to me anymore but you."

I looked at Wyatt and started to cry.  "You bastard don't do this to me.  I
have to know in my heart that if I die you'll go on with your life.  I love
you too fucking much for anything to hurt you."  Wyatt pulled me in his
arms, that was the end of our conversation.  Wyatt lay back on the bed, his
strong legs on my shoulders as I drove inside him making him swear that
he'd never leave me, never.  The tension in me was so great I drove deep
and hard until he had his head thrown back in ecstasy, I hadn't noticed he
had already spent his seed over his stomach and chest.  I groaned and
filled him, he whimpered.  I pulled him in my arms and kissed the top of
his head as my fingers greedily moved up his back with a force that told
Wyatt he belonged to me.  Wyatt kissed my nipples causing my erection to
dance to his touch.  After a fast shower I lay on my back and watched as
Wyatt moved over my erection his mouth taking every inch inside his throat,
when he looked up at me I couldn't explain what I saw and I filled his
mouth.  My hand holding the back of his head as I fed him all of me with
each contraction of my body.