Date: Mon, 7 Dec 2009 21:00:31 -0800 (PST)
From: Jon D <playbuddy123@yahoo.com>
Subject: Growing Up Navy - 2

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
live to read material of this kind, please stop here. If this story might
offend you please go to another site. You are invited to send comments or
story ideas to Playbuddy123@yahoo.com


Growing Up Navy - 2


The warm water rolling down Jared's back was soothing and refreshing. He
rubbed a bar of lightly scented soap under each arm, over his chest, and
then between his legs. Wrapping his fingers around his shaft, he gently
lathered the entire length of his dick, pausing to circle his knob a few
times to make sure it was squeaky clean. He liked the fact that he had been
circumcised. He thought it made the head of his dick look sexy. His
brother, Matty, hadn't been, their mom deciding that "she didn't want to
hurt the little guy," and left him intact.

Jared added a bit more soap to his hand and ran it through his bush, making
sure he washed away all the traces of the wet dream he'd had the night
before. A final bit of soap in his palm and a quick swipe up and down his
crack and he was finished.

With the noise coming from the shower, it was hard to hear the bathroom
door opening and closing. Jared thought he heard something and guessed that
his brother Matty may have walked in. Putting his face under the spray he
rinsed the soap away from his eyes and then pulled the curtain back to take
a look.

Matty was standing in front of the toilet, his sleep pants pushed down over
his rear end, taking a pee.

"Sup?" Jared said, not able to take his eyes off his brother's cute butt.

"Couldn't wait," Matty yawned as he finished and shook the last drops off
the end of his penis. "Will you drive me today?"

Jared didn't mind taking his brother to school once in a while, but he had
made it clear to Matty he didn't want to make a habit of it. The kid hadn't
asked lately, so Jared agreed. "Yeah, okay!"

"Thanks," Matty said, looking back over his shoulder and pulling up his
pants.

Jared closed the curtain and reached for the shampoo to do his hair.

"Flushing!" Matty called out, and pulled the handle.

The boys had learned old houses, like those on base, often had poor
plumbing. The warning allowed Jared enough time to step back from the spray
when all the cold water went to the toilet, leaving only scalding hot water
coming out of the shower.

A few minutes later Jared toweled himself dry, pulled on a pair of grey
boxers, and walked back to their room.

"You going to shower?" Jared asked, seeing that Matty had climbed back into
bed.

"Nah, I have gym third period. I'll take one then."

"Well, you better get your ass dressed. I'm not going to be late because
you decided to stay in bed another fifteen minutes."

Matty sighed softly, "School sucks!"

Jared zipped up his jeans and reached for a shirt. "What's wrong this
time?" he said gently, walking over to the bunk bed.

"I don't get Geometry," Matty whispered, apparently embarrassed.

Jared gave him a tender smile. "Dad always helped you with that didn't he?"

Matty gave a little nod.

"Bring your stuff home tonight and I'll help you with it until he gets
back."

Matty's face lit up. "You will?"

"Yeah," Jared laughed. "That's what big brothers are for." He pushed a tuft
of hair away from Matty's eyes. "Now get your ass out of the rack."

"Yes, Sir," Matty giggled.

* * * *

The drive to the Middle School was uneventful. Jared smiled as he pulled up
to the curb by the front door. A sea of look alike thirteen and fourteen
year olds were heading inside. The school required every kid to wear khaki
pants, and the same style pull over golf shirt. It didn't matter if you
were a boy or a girl; the clothes had to be the same. The only concession
was that the color of the shirt could be red, white, or blue, your
choice. The kid's moms usually bought two of each and then they could just
switch them around day to day to fit their mood. Jared noted that Matty was
having a "Red" day.

"Mom said she'd come get me," Matty said, climbing out of Jared's beat up
old pick up.

"Okay, you have a good day," Jared grinned, and then as an after thought,
said softly, "make Dad proud of you."

Matty's eyes grew a little wet, and he nodded.

* * * *

Matty was confident as he settled into his seat in history class. The test
papers were being distributed and he felt good about how well he might
do. This was one of his favorite subjects. Looking around the room, his
best friend, TJ, caught his attention and raised an eyebrow as if to say,
"you ready?" Matty nodded, and smiled.

The test seemed easy, and Matty was one of the first to finish. As he sat
quietly for the others, he thought about how much he missed his dad. "Yeah,
a lot of kids around here had a parent that had shipped out," he thought,
"but that doesn't make it any easier."

At the end of class, Mr. Henderson stopped him at the door.

"Matthew?"

"Yes, sir?"

"I just wanted you to know that if you ever need anything, you know, while
your dad's away? Just ask."

Matty nodded. "Thanks," he said softly.

"How did you do on the test?" TJ asked the moment they were in the hall.

Matty gave his friend a mischievous smile, "I kicked ass!"

TJ laughed, "You always do in history, but what about Geometry?"

Matty got a sour look, "that's another story."

TJ and Matty were the same age, thirteen, though Matty was a few months
older. TJ, short for Terrel Jefferson, had been born in South Carolina and
had spent enough years in the south to have a bit of a drawl. The signs of
his African American heritage were muted somewhat because his mother was
lighter skinned. As far as Matty was concerned, TJ was TJ, and that was
that!

The boys headed to gym class and were glad to see the volley ball nets
strung across the room.

"Yes!" TJ said with enthusiasm as they made their way to the locker
room. "I love volleyball!"

"You hate push ups is more like it," Matty laughed, "Volleyball nets means
we don't have to run laps, do sit ups, and shit like that."

"That too," TJ giggled. "Oh, remember last week when Tommy farted when we
were doing sit ups?"

Matty laughed. "Yeah, that was really funny."

The guys laughed and carried on as they headed to their lockers to change.

* * * *

Back at the high School, Tyler, Jared's best friend, was prattling on about
how unfair it was for seniors to be allowed to park their cars close to the
building and freshman had to walk the farthest. Honestly, Jared wasn't
listening. Staring at the far end of the hall he had his eyes fixed on an
amazing sight.

Apparently sensing he was being ignored, Tyler followed Jared's gaze. "Oh
yeah, that's what I'm talking about," he said in a hushed voice, "I'd fuck
that in a heartbeat!"

The girl was definitely first class cheerleader material with a drop dead
smile, almost perfect body, and a set of tits that really made a statement.

"So would I," Jared said softly, only then realizing Tyler was looking at
the girl and he, Jared, was staring at the boy standing right next to her.

The boy was about 6'1" perhaps 175 pounds, toned, muscled in all the right
places, and good looking enough to cause Jared to pop wood.

"That's what I like about High School," Tyler motored on, "good looking ass
as far as the eye can see."

Jared grinned and thought to himself, "You have no idea!"

As he and Tyler walked down the hall, Jared felt bad that he couldn't come
out and talk to his best friend about what he was really feeling. The
"don't ask, don't tell" policy for those enlisted in the military had
unofficially filtered down to include families. It made it difficult for a
kid to come out and say what he was thinking or feeling, even to his
friends. The fact that almost all of his jerk off fantasies now were about
guys, told Jared something about himself, even though he wasn't quite ready
to admit it. "Maybe it's just a phase I'm going through," he thought as he
stared at the girl this time. Try as he might, his eyes went back to the
boy. "Damn, he's cute," he thought and reached down to shift the lump in
the front of his pants.

* * * *

When Jared got home that afternoon, his mom was busy in the kitchen, and
Matty was down in the family room watching TV. He put his book bag on the
floor near his desk, undid a couple of buttons on his shirt and kicked off
his shoes. As he looked around the room he saw it was a mess. Clothes were
all over the place, one of Matty's school projects was spread out on his
desk in a jumble, it was clear neither of the boys had been tending to the
business of keeping the place tidy. "Dad would be pissed," Jared thought,
and made up his mind.

Taking a deep breath, Jared sighed, and got to work. After straitening up
the desks and making the beds, Jared started to gather up the clothes. He
reached for the red shirt Matty had tossed on the floor. He was surprised
when he found it was wet.

"What the fuck?"

Jared held up the shirt and gave it a good look. He found the wet spot was
actually a stain about the size of a quarter. There was a faint white ring
around the edges. Raising the shirt to his nose he sniffed.

"Cum," Jared whispered, and then smiled. "My little bro is growing up," he
chuckled.

* * * *

All through supper and later when he was helping Matty with his Geometry,
Jared wondered if he should tell his brother what he had found. "I felt
like a little pervert," Jared thought, as he remembered the time just after
he had discovered how to masturbate. Kids were taught about sex in school,
but they still managed to get some things wrong.

Matty was already in bed when Jared came back from the bathroom after
brushing his teeth and finishing his evening chores.

"Ready for lights out?" Jared smiled as he tucked the edges of Matty's
blanket under the mattress.

"Yeah," Matty smiled, "and thanks for helping me with my homework."

"No problem," Jared smiled. He paused, and looked into Matty's eyes.

"I just wanted to tell you one more thing before you went to sleep. I found
your school shirt today, and well, there was some stuff on it."

Matty's eyes grew wide.

"I just wanted you to know, it's okay. All little guys do what you're
doing."

Matty blinked, but didn't say a word. He looked a little scared.

"Next time, just get a wash cloth from the bathroom after you're done, and
clean things up. Mom doesn't need to see that stuff. Don't use your shirt!
Okay?"

Matty appeared speechless, finally he nodded, just a little.

"Oh, and one more thing," Jared grinned, "do it as often as you want and
have a good time!" he giggled.

Matty tried to hold back a smile but couldn't. "Really?" he asked with a
blush.

"My record is five times in one day," Jared laughed. "Let me know if you
ever top that!"

Both guys grinned and then laughed.

* * * *

Matty slowly opened his eyes and yawned, turning to look at the clock on
Jared's desk. "Three in the morning," he thought as the pressure in his
bladder became more urgent. "I shouldn't have had that soda before bed," he
told himself as he rolled over and headed to the bathroom.

Finished, Matty walked quietly back to the bedroom, being careful to not
wake his brother. He stopped in the doorway and looked at Jared sound
asleep on his stomach, blankets almost all the way off, snoring
softly. Matty thought about how nice Jared had been to him lately, helping
him with his homework, making sure he was okay while dad was away, and not
making fun of him for jerking off.

Jared had the kind of body that Matty wanted when he got older. Just
average height, maybe 5'11" he was about 165 pounds, with nice muscles, but
nothing outstanding. He played first base on the school baseball team, and
Matty always liked the way he looked in his uniform. As he watched, Jared
rolled and one of his legs pulled the blanket down further.

"He's not wearing underwear," Matty whispered, surprise in his voice.

Matty walked closer, staring at his naked brother. He'd seen him lots of
times that way, but tonight, well, tonight it was different. Matty's dick
stirred. He stood inches from Jared and watched his slow easy
breathing. Matty's penis was firming up, something it was doing a lot these
days. Without thinking, he reached into his pants and gave it a couple of
tugs. Fascinated with seeing his brother naked, Matty knelt down on the
floor next to Jared. He couldn't help himself. For some reason he couldn't
explain, he had to touch his brother. He didn't know why, he just had
to. Matty ever so slowly moved his hand to a spot low on his brother's
back, and with just his fingertips, lightly touched him. Listening and
watching for any sign that Jared was waking up, Matty grew bolder and made
a few circles using more of his hand, tenderly feeling his brother's
back. Staring at Jared's ass, Matty moved lower, softly feeling one cheek
and then the other. As he rubbed, he let a finger lightly trace the crack
that separated the firm mounds.

Matty stuck his free hand back in his pants and slowly stroked his slender
five inch pole. It was now rock hard. He loved the feeling he got when he
pulled the foreskin back and forth over the end of his dick. Matty's
breathing quickened. The warm feel of Jared's rear end, the naughtiness of
touching him there, and the natural horniness that came with being 13 all
combined in an instant. Two more strokes and Matty's eyes fluttered, his
dick jerked, and three squirts of cum shot out leaving a creamy mess in his
underpants.

"Oh, God" Matty whispered as he pulled at his dick, frantically trying to
make the good feeling last.

A final few drops oozed out the end and then he was done. He sat back.

Recovering, he looked at his fingers. "Wash cloth," he whispered to
himself, "Jared said use a wash cloth."

He got up, and, holding his dick and balls with his messy hand he hurried
back to the bathroom.

Clean, and with dry underpants, Matty climbed back into bed and pulled the
blankets snuggly around him.

"Sleep tight, Jared," he whispered, and then smiled.

* * * *

Life for the boys settled into a somewhat predictable routine. School,
chores, a little fun on weekends and then it started all over again. Jared
was glad the Navy had long ago approved the use of email. Matty seemed to
be getting a note three times a week from their dad, Jared about the same,
and his mom a little more often.

Tyler was at the house when Jared got the most recent one. "Dad says things
are going fine. They're on station and he's got the guys all squared away."
Jared smiled.

Tyler was busy playing a video game. "Ask him if you can go to Aspen with
us? The skiing is gonna be awesome!"

Jared laughed. "Mom's in charge when Dad's away. I can tell you the answer
right now. No fucking way!"

Tyler laughed, "Your mom says, `Fuck'?"

Jared rolled his eyes. "Some day I'm really going kick your ass," he
laughed.

"So how's Matty doing?" Tyler asked, switching off the game.

"Pretty good. Oh, by the way, he started jerking off!"

"He did?" Tyler laughed. "Cool, is he any good at it?"

"How would I know?" Jared grinned.

"I used to jerk off with my brother all the time," Tyler said with a shrug
and then blushed.

"You never told me that!"

"Well, I didn't know if you'd think it was gay or something."

Jared grew quiet. "We're best friends. No matter what, we'll always be best
friends."

Tyler nodded, and then smiled as if he was recalling a fond memory. "I was
about Matty's age and Tristan was, like, seventeen."

Jared smiled back. "Was it fun?" he asked softly.

Tyler blushed again, "Hell, ya, I loved it," he laughed, "Made me feel all
grown up."

The guys were quiet for a moment. Jared wondered if there would come a time
when he could tell Tyler that he was interested in guys. He thought about
doing it now. He struggled with himself. "Maybe another time," he finally
decided.

"You know you just gave me a boner!" Jared laughed, stroking the front of
his jeans. "All that talk about jerking off!"

"You're welcome," Tyler joked. "That's what friends are for." He laughed.

 * * * *

That night, the dream came again, only this time Jared and Christopher were
in the front seat of his truck. Jared's jeans were part way down and
Christopher had his face buried in his crotch. Jared lifted his ass off the
seat, gently pumping his dick in and out of the teen's warm mouth. He loved
the soft feel of Christopher's hoody as he pushed him down on his cock
urging him to take it deeper. He face fucked the kid with increasing
urgency. Christopher pursed his lips, and sucked, making a slurping
sound. Jared was close. The tingle grew and then it was time.

Jared woke up the moment his nuts cut loose and he started to spurt. He
grabbed his cock and tugged it, shooting load after load into the
mattress. Spent, he slowly rubbed his knob in the warm puddle and spread it
around. He loved the feel of the slippery stuff on the end of his dick.

"Fuck," he moaned, "I've got to find that kid," he smiled.

* * * *

Send comments and story ideas to Playbuddy123@yahoo.com thanks everyone for
the emails and the encouragement. Jon