Date: Mon, 28 Dec 2009 08:06:53 -0800 (PST) From: Jon D Subject: Growing Up Navy - 6 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 - 6 "Jared, are you okay?" Matty asked as Jared stared at Brandon and his brother leaving the old hangar. "Yeah, I'm okay," Jared said, recovering from his shock. Brandon's brother looks familiar. I thought maybe I'd seen him before." "He goes to Henderson Academy," Matty offered. "That private school?" "Yeah, it's mostly art and music. I think it's really expensive." "Do they have a lot of money?" Jared said softly. "I don't know. Their Dad is a red shirt, do they get paid much?" "Loading Ordinance? Hanging bombs and rockets? I doubt it," Jared said with a frown. "Maybe their grandparents help out. Brandon said something about how their grandpa owned his own company or something." "Cool, Jared whispered to himself. * * * * Matty noticed that Jared was distracted the rest of the day. Several times either Matty or his mother had to repeat themselves before Jared would answer their question. "Are you feeling all right?" Mrs. Wolters asked, getting up from the supper table and feeling Jared's forehead. "I'm fine, Mom, "Jared said with a frustrated look. "He's been like this all day!" Matty said in a matter of fact way before stuffing a big spoon of ice cream into his mouth. Jared shot his brother a look. Swallowing, Matty added, "I'm just saying." He shrugged his shoulders. * * * * That night in bed, Jared closed his eyes and thought about Christopher. "He was just like in my dream," he told himself, savoring the image in his mind. The blond hair, worn slightly long, was clean but not overly styled. It had the casual skater boy look Jared loved. The boy was about 5'9" maybe 140 pounds, slim but with some nice definition in his arms and chest. The worn jeans hung low on his hips, but weren't saggy. Christopher's ass was nicely displayed. The red hoody, exactly like Jared remembered from his dreams, added to the casual relaxed look that totally worked. "How am I going to meet him?" Jared thought as he idly stroked his dick. "Ask Matty? Find out where he lives? Go to his school?" Jared tried to think of every way he could to meet his dream guy. Nothing seemed like it would work. "Jared?" Matty's soft voice called from the bunk above him. "Yeah?" "I'm horny," Matty giggled. "Want to fool around?" Jared's dick was hard, and his hand was still slowly stroking it, but he wasn't thinking of Matty. "I'm not in the mood tonight," he whispered. "How about you just jerk him off this time?" It was quiet for a moment. "Okay," Matty said, sounding a bit disappointed. "Promise we can do it some other time?" "I promise." Jared laughed softly. It was quiet in the room for a few minutes and then Jared saw the mattress above his head start a rhythmic bounce. The springs made a soft squeaking sound as the pounding slowly increased. Jared smiled as he thought about his younger brother jerking off just a few feet away. He imagined him pushing his sleep pants down and wrapping his hand around his stiff little cock. His ass cheeks clenching, he'd drive his prick into the soft mattress. He could almost see his brother's dick as he fisted it, shoving it in and out of his tightly closed hand. The bouncing went on for another five minutes or so. Matty moaned quietly a few times, and then grunted. There were two more squeaks of the bed, and then all was still. Jared smiled. "I hope it was a good one," he thought as Matty rolled over, the sound of his heavy breathing slowly fading. Jared closed his eyes again and decided it was time he too took care of business. He pulled on his dick, wrapping his hand around the head a few times in a well practiced motion. He thought of his last dream with Christopher's sweet smile, soft voice, and perfect looks. Jared grew harder. He pumped his cock, applying more pressure from his hand as he neared the top of each stroke. "Yeah, suck my dick," he thought to himself as his tingle grew. He slid his hand up and down gaining speed until he was at an urgent pace. Jared continued for a minute longer, until he went over the top. He made a soft grunt as his dick jerked, and a fountain of cream spurt out. The warm bursts covered his stomach and flew up toward his chest. He raised his hips, pulled on his cock one last time, and finally collapsed, totally wiped out. He took in a deep breath and slowly exhaled. "Oh, fuck," Jared whispered softly, running a finger through the warm goo on his chest. "That was one of my best!" "Night, Jared," Matty giggled only seconds after his brother had climaxed. It was obvious Matty had been listening. Jared smiled, "Night, Matty," he chuckled. * * * * The next morning, Jared was disappointed that he hadn't dreamed of Christopher. "Maybe another time," he thought grabbing clean boxers from his drawer and heading for the shower. Jared's lack of concentration carried over from the previous day to when he, Matty and his Mom went to the base chapel for services. Jared had taken over cooking breakfast on Sunday, something that his father had made a tradition. While he was busy in the kitchen, he saw to it that Matty cleaned their room. After pancakes, the family dressed for church and made it to the chapel. Walking back out to the car after services, TJ appeared, seemingly out of nowhere. "Hey," Matty grinned as his best friend walked up. "Hey," TJ smiled back. "Hi Mrs. Wolters," TJ said politely as Matty's mom grinned at him. "My Mom and Dad are going off base for lunch, TJ grinned. "You want to come along?" he asked Matty. Matty nodded his head and gave his Mom a hopeful look. "Fine with me," Mrs. Wolters said with a little laugh. Reaching into her pocket she took out a twenty and handed it to Matty. "On your best behavior, and make sure you remember your manners at the table." "Yes, Mom," Matty chirped and ran off. "Why don't you drive," Mrs. Wolters said, handing the car keys to Jared. Jared took the keys and gave his mom a quizzical look. "Why?" "A girl likes to have a man drive her around once and a while." Jared started the car and headed back toward the house. It was quiet for a moment. "I just got word from your dad last night." "Oh?" Jared switched on the left turn signal and waited until it was safe to make the turn. "The Eisenhower isn't coming back to port." Jared's heart sank. "I thought they might come home after the accident." Someone sounded their horn behind them. Jared made the turn. "The damage has been repaired, well, at least enough of it that the Captain feels it won't jeopardize their mission." "Matty will be upset," Jared whispered. "It might be better if it came from you," Mrs. Wolters offered. Jared thought for a moment. "Sometimes a guy just needs his mom," he said softly. "This sounds like one of those kinds of things. Let me know when you're going to tell him and I'll make sure I'm there." Mrs. Wolters nodded. "Thanks for helping me take care of him." "He's a little pain in the ass sometimes," Jared chuckled, "but he's my brother," he said softly as if that explained everything. * * * * Mrs. Wolters waited until after supper to tell Matty that the Ike was staying in the Med. He looked at Jared and tears came to his eyes, but instead of falling apart, he wiped at his eyes and took a deep breath. "Dad said he had a job to do," Matty said, apparently trying to show how brave he was. "We'll just have to wait until he gets it done." Mrs. Wolters smiled and gave him a hug. "I love you guys," she whispered. * * * * Jared was only a little surprised when Matty crawled into bed with him that evening. "I thought you might show up," he laughed as Matty crawled under the covers. "You sleeping nude again?" Matty giggled as he reached for Jared's dick. "Yeah, and keep your hands to yourself." Jared laughed when Matty gave him a grope. Matty pulled his hand back. "It's okay, I just want to snuggle," he said, cuddling closer. "You've been climbing into my bed a lot lately," Jared whispered as he turned to his side and stared into Matty's eyes. "Yeah." Matty looked down. "Can I ask you something?" he whispered. "Sure," Jared said, gently running his fingers through his brother's hair. "Am I a fag?" Jared's hand stopped moving, he really wasn't expecting anything like that from his brother. "Where did that come from?" he asked softly. "Some of the guys at school talk about cock suckers, and they call them fags." Jared thought for a moment. "I hate that word," he whispered, "it's mean and hurtful." He paused. "You already know most guys are attracted to girls, some to guys, and some to both. I really don't think you can change who you are or who you love." "I sucked your dick, and you sucked mine, what does that make us?" Jared cuddled Matty closer, "Brothers," he said with a sigh. It was quiet for a while. "Jared?" "Yeah?" "Do you like girls, or do you like guys?" Jared's pulse raced, his breathing got shallower. A knot seemed to form in his stomach. "I can't lie to Matty," he thought. Before Jared could answer, Matty looked up. "I thought so," Matty whispered. "What do you mean?" "If you liked girls, you wouldn't have had to think about it, you'd have just said so." "Would you hate me if I said I might like guys?" The only answer Matty gave was a hug. "What about you?" Jared whispered. "I like girls," Matty said confidently. "Tits are awesome!" he laughed. Jared laughed as well. "So, what about those times we played around?" Matty giggled. "I don't care who sucks my dick!" The logic was crystal clear, simple, and totally something Matty would come up with. "You little perv," Jared giggled, "It's so easy for him," he thought as he tucked his arm around his brother, "he has it all figured out already." He closed his eyes, "and I'm just getting started." "Oh, I almost forgot. I saw Brandon and his folks this afternoon while I was with TJ," Matty said with a yawn. "Was his brother with him?" "Christopher? Yeah, he was with them, why?" "No reason I guess," Jared said, not wanting to raise any suspicion. "Do you like him or something?" "Why would you think that?" "No reason, I guess," Matty said with a grin. * * * * It was a full week after first seeing Christopher that Jared had the chance to see him again. Matty wanted to spend a couple of hours with his bike, and Jared had agreed to drive him. From the moment they arrived at the hanger, Jared scanned the crowd. He carefully looked at everyone in the stands and then at all those who were on bikes or skateboards. "No Brandon and no Christopher!" Jared sighed to himself. "Looking for someone?" Matty asked. "No, just checking things out." Matty nodded, and took off for the ramps with a smirk. Jared watched for more than an hour and was growing frustrated that Brandon hadn't shown up. He had just turned around to look at Matty when he saw his bike fly sideways during a huge jump. Matty was off balance and Jared instinctively closed his eyes, just knowing Matty was going to crash. Jared had seen wipe outs like this many times. He opened his eyes expecting to see Matty getting up and dusting himself off. "Oh shit!" Jared gasped when he saw Matty sprawled on the floor, unmoving. Jared hurried off the bleachers and ran toward the ramp. "Matty!" He yelled, and then yelled it again and again as he tried to get there fast. Several of the other riders had pulled their bikes to a stop and were in a small circle as Jared broke through. "Matty!" Jared said more softly as he touched his brother. Looking up briefly, Jared yelled, "Call for help!" It wasn't more than two minutes before a parent scrambled down from the bleachers and pushed through the small crowd. "I'm a corpsman," the guy said quickly, "give me some room." The crowd pulled back, Jared rested on his knees next to his brother. The corpsman slowly felt around Matty's head and neck, checked his breathing, heart rate, and then slowly checked for broken bones. He loosened the strap on the helmet. About two minutes into the exam, Matty groaned, turned his head and opened his eyes. Jared blinked away tears. "What's your name, Son?" The corpsman asked. "Mathew Wolters," Jared was relieved to hear his brother answer. "What day is it?" "Saturday?" Matty asked softly, his eyes not yet focused. "How many fingers am I holding up?" the guy asked. "Three," Matty said finally becoming more awake. "Do you hurt anywhere?" "My butt," Matty said with a groan as the small crowd laughed. "Okay, let's try sitting you up," the guy said and helped Matty to sit up. "Dizzy?" "Nah, I'm okay," Matty said starting to get annoyed, apparently unsure of what all the fuss was about. "Okay, let's stand you up then." Jared took one arm and the corpsman the other. They got Matty to his feet. "Everything okay?" Jared asked. "Yeah," Matty said softly. Looking at all the concerned faces, he blushed. "Your bike's toast!" a kid said from the back of the crowd. Jared turned as the high school age guy carried Matty's bike over; the front wheel was bent beyond repair. "Oh man," Matty groaned. "Let's get you home," Jared said grabbing the frame and lifting the bike off the ground. Matty nodded. Matty was near tears as Jared loaded the wreck into the back of the truck. "We'll buy a new wheel. It'll be good as new," Jared said softly, closing the tailgate. Matty nodded. "Come here," Jared whispered and held out his arms. He gave his brother a tender hug. "You scared the crap out of me, you know that?" He laughed. "Sorry," Matty blushed. "It didn't do my butt any good either," he laughed. "Matty, you all right, man?" Brandon said quickly as he and Christopher appeared on the passenger side of the truck. "Yeah," Matty smiled as he turned in their direction. "You're late; I thought you were going to be here an hour ago." "Yeah, sorry. We would have been here sooner, but dufus here was hogging the bathroom." Christopher blushed and gave Brandon a light punch in the arm. "Shut your mouth squirt!" Brandon flipped him his middle finger. "You're gonna catch fly's with your mouth open like that!" Matty teased as Jared came out of his trance, only hearing a part of what had just been said. The thought that Matty had somehow arranged part of this crossed his mind but he really wasn't thinking that clearly. "Sorry, I'm Jared," he said as he held out his hand. "Christopher," the kid said with a smile. The way that Christopher said his name was just as Jared would have imagined. It was soft, gentle, almost girlish, but with the solid tone of a man. He liked the sound of his voice. As they shook hands, Jared held on a moment longer than usual. He couldn't seem to let go. Christopher didn't seem to mind. Matty looked at Jared and giggled. "Come on Bran, take a look at my bike." "I'm glad your brother's all right," Christopher said softly with just a hint of a smile. "Thanks," Jared said gently, returning the smile. The guys stared into one another's eyes for a long moment. "I'm really sorry," Jared said with a blush. "I know I shouldn't be staring at you, but I've had this crazy dream a few times and you look exactly like the guy that's in them." "Really?" Christopher said with a soft laugh. "So what happened in these dreams of yours?" Jared blushed again. "It doesn't matter, they were only dreams." "No, tell me!" Christopher teased. Jared rolled his eyes. "Can't, maybe some day," he said, wanting to change the subject. "You're cute when you blush like that," Christopher said with a grin. Jared's eyes went wide. "What?" he laughed. It was Christopher's turn to blush. "Well, sometimes I say things without thinking them out. Sorry I probably shouldn't have said that!" "Just ask him for his phone number and let's go," Matty giggled. Jared turned, "You little turd!" he laughed. "Well, you know you want to call him!" Jared turned back to Christopher. "I'm sorry, you have to excuse my little brother. He's really a pain sometimes." Christopher reached for Jared's hand, turned it over, and, using a small felt marker he pulled from his back pocket, wrote down a number. "It's my cell." Jared was at a loss for words again. Brandon and Christopher started to walk back to the ramps. "Nice meeting you!" Christopher said over his shoulder, "Call me!" * * * * It was quiet as Jared drove Matty back home. There was something about what had just happened that Jared didn't understand. "Did you say `you're late' to Brandon?" "Yeah," Matty said staring out the window. "You mean you knew he was coming?" "Yeah, how else were you going to meet his brother?" "What are you talking about?" "You practically peed yourself when you saw him last Saturday. Then you told me that you like guys. And when I mentioned that I'd seen Brandon last Sunday the first question you asked was if Christopher was there. It's pretty obvious you think he's hot!" "Matty, I..." "Besides, Brandon told me Christopher is totally gay." "He is?" Matty smiled. "Why do you think I told you to get his phone number?" Jared laughed. "You scheming little shit!" "What are brothers for?" Matty giggled. * * * * After hearing from the boys that Matty had taken a tumble, Mrs. Wolters fussed over him until Matty pulled away in frustration. "I'm fine Mom!" he finally said, putting an end to her inquiries. Mrs. Wolters got called into work shortly after supper, leaving Jared and Matty on their own. Matty asked if TJ could come over for a while and Jared agreed on the condition they not get too wild. The guys played a few video games, watched a DVD, and then TJ's folks arrived to take him home. "Did TJ go home?" Jared asked as he came downstairs. "A few minutes ago," Matty said staring at the TV. "Did you guys have a good time?" "Yeah, it was fun. Do you think he could stay over next time?" "You'll have to ask Mom, but she's said `yes' before." "Cool," Matty grinned. Jared sat down on the couch and Matty cuddled close. "Thanks again for helping me meet Christopher," Jared said, looking tenderly at his brother. "Did you call him?" Matty giggled. "Yeah, I just got off the phone. We must have talked for, like, an hour." "And?" "And, I'm going to meet him at the movies on Friday." Matty grinned. "It's just a movie!" Jared laughed. "We'll see," Matty giggled. * * * * Thanks to my editor, Andrew, for his suggestions and wise counsel. If you have comments or story ideas feel free to send them to Playbuddy123@yahoo.com Your emails make a difference. Thanks for the encouragement. Jon