Date: Sun, 3 Jan 2010 15:49:03 -0800 (PST)
From: Jon D <playbuddy123@yahoo.com>
Subject: Growing Up Navy - 8  (revised)

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contains descriptions of imagined sexual activity between teenage boys and
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Growing Up Navy - 8


As he parked his truck in a far corner of the lot, Jared felt uncomfortably
out of place. The Henderson Academy for the Arts was a private high school,
so he wasn't surprised to see row after row of expensive cars. He hoped no
one would mind that he had parked his beater among them.

Jared had called Christopher every night after their date. He had been
amazed at how easy it was to talk to a guy with whom he had only spent a
few hours. He smiled when he thought about Christopher's halting and
somewhat embarrassed invitation of a day earlier.

"I know this is, like, short notice, and feel free to say you can't make
it," Christopher had rambled near the end of their last phone call. "But
there is a small recital at school tomorrow night, and I'm, like, playing,
and I thought maybe..."

"Of course I want to come," Jared had blurted out. Both guys had laughed.

"Well, show up around 6:45, and I'll have Brandon meet you at the door,"
Christopher had said enthusiastically.

"I'll be there. Do I have to dress up or anything?"

"Nah, this is just for our school."

As Jared neared the entrance, he saw Brandon staring out the door.

"Hey," Jared said with a grin as he walked in.

"Hi," Brandon smiled, "Christopher is really excited you could come," he
said, nodding toward some stairs.

"I wouldn't have missed it for anything."

Jared followed Brandon up a few steps and then down a long hall toward an
auditorium. He noticed a small crowd of people in line, all better dressed
than him. "Parents," he thought to himself.

"So, are you Christopher's new boyfriend?" Brandon giggled as they waited
to be seated.

Jared blushed, took a quick look around to see if anyone was listening and
then answered. "I don't think so," he said quietly. `How did you get that
idea?"

"Well, you seem to be the only thing he wants to talk about lately."

"I am?" Jared blushed again.

"Yeah," Brandon whispered as they followed a student usher toward their
seats. "Actually, he's never had a boyfriend before. I was just guessing,"
he grinned.

Jared rolled his eyes. "Just like Matty," he thought to himself, "I wonder
if little brothers are all the same?"

"There's Mom," Brandon said, and motioned to the usher.

Mrs. Chapin stood and extended her hand as Brandon and Jared were shown to
seats next to her. "I'm Karen Chapin," she said warmly as Jared shook her
hand, "You must be Jared."

"Yes, Ma'am," Jared said softly as they sat down.

"I'm so glad you could join us."

The lights dimmed.

The recital started with a string quartet, then a trio of woodwinds
accompanied by piano. The stage was cleared, the lighting changed, and the
grand piano was used for a series of solo performances. The first, a girl
of about fourteen played a piece, and then a boy looking as if he was
perhaps seventeen, and then one more girl.

Jared scanned the program and found Christopher was at the end. The string
quartet played again, this time with a violin solo. Finally, it was time
for Christopher.

The only light on stage was a spotlight focused on the piano. Christopher
walked on stage, and from the audience applause it was clear he was last on
the program for a reason. This was apparently to be the highlight of the
concert.

Christopher was wearing black slacks and a long sleeve black shirt, which
he had left open at the collar. His blond hair had been styled and seemed
to shine under the lights.

"He's gorgeous," Jared thought as Christopher seated himself at the piano,
paused, and then began to play.

Jared sat in stunned silence as the room was filled with music. Christopher
deserved the title prodigy, even if he didn't use it or like it. Jared
stared at Christopher's hands as they flew over the keys. He played with
passion, strength, and when the music called for it, softness, and even a
touch of eroticism. Jared had never heard anything so beautiful.

"Oh my God," Jared thought to himself as he was pulled into Christopher's
world of music, "I never imagined..."

Brandon put a finger under Jared's jaw and lightly pushed his mouth
closed. They exchanged looks, Brandon smirked, and Jared just gave him a
silly grin.

When Christopher finished, the applause was deafening. A number of people
got to their feet, the whole house joining them.

"A standing ovation," Jared marveled.

Christopher blushed, bowed and grinned from ear to ear. The applause
continued; the audience wanted more. Christopher sat back down at the
piano; the audience took their seats and grew quiet. Christopher paused and
then stood.

"I've been working on something this week," he said softly to the crowd and
then turned to look directly at where Brandon and his mom were
seated. "It's called `Dreaming of Me,' and I want to dedicate it to someone
special." Christopher stared directly at Jared, their eyes met, and he
smiled.

The music was slow, haunting, and amazingly tender. It seemed to Jared as
if it were a love poem set to music. It wasn't especially long, but the
main theme returned again and again, first played with one hand, then the
other, until it was played with both, as if it were a union of two
spirits. At one point, Jared heard a faint few bars of music from the Navy
hymn, the lyrics, `For those in peril on the sea,' brought tears to his
eyes as he thought of both their Dads.

When the last note ended, it hung in the air. The silence was incredible,
and then once again a burst of applause.

* * * *

As the auditorium cleared, Jared nervously talked with Mrs. Chapin and
Brandon.

"Looking for someone?" Christopher said softly, sneaking up behind them.

Jared turned and smiled. "Yeah," he grinned. Now just inches away from
Christopher, he wished he could wrap his arms around him in a hug. "But not
here," he thought sadly.

"So, how did I do?" Christopher smiled.

Jared opened his mouth but couldn't find any words.

"That bad?" Christopher teased.

"No, that good!" Jared laughed.

Brandon and Mrs. Chapin congratulated Christopher on his performance. Jared
stood by while they talked about each of the other kids by name, and how
they had done.

When the conversation wound down, Christopher asked his mom, "Can I get a
ride with Jared?"

"Of course, if it's all right with him."

"They're boyfriend's, Mom," Brandon giggled. "Of course it's all right."

Jared winced at the words; he thought for sure Mrs. Chapin would be
surprised to learn there might be more to their friendship. Instead, she
was incredibly calm.

"Brandon! You little fart!" Christopher said angrily, shooting his brother
a menacing look.

Mrs. Chapin laughed softly. "Please excuse them," she said to Jared,
"they're like this all the time."

Jared grinned with relief. "My brother Matty is the same age as
Brandon. I'm used to it."

Mrs. Chapin smiled. "Well, have him home by midnight."

"Yes, Ma'am," Jared nodded.


* * * *

Starting the truck, Jared asked, "Straight home?"

Christopher smiled. "Is that what you want?"

Jared laughed, "No!"

"Turn left at the corner, I have a place in mind.

Christopher directed Jared to a small park about a half mile from the
school. They found a secluded spot for the truck and pulled in. As soon as
the engine was turned off Christopher scooted closer and Jared wrapped his
arms around him.

"You were incredible tonight," Jared said softly, "I had no idea you were
that good."

Christopher shrugged, "Like I said before, I love music."

"Thanks for inviting me."

Christopher turned and looked at Jared. "I think this is another one of
those kissable moments," he giggled.

Jared grinned and leaned closer. They softly touched lips. The kiss slowly
grew bolder, and then more passionate.

The boys snuggled and kissed for a few minutes. Jared reached between
Christopher's legs. Christopher put his hand on Jared's and let him rub his
crotch for just a moment.

"We better not," he said sadly, "these are my performance clothes, and I
don't want to mess them up."

Jared smiled. "No mess, I promise!"

Christopher reluctantly took his hand off Jared's. Jared went to work
undoing his belt, top button, and then his zipper.

Christopher raised his ass off the seat a few inches as Jared pulled his
pants down to his knees. Christopher was wearing a tiny pair of black
bikini undies.

"These are pretty sexy," Jared laughed, fingering Christopher's cock
through the fabric.

"I thought you might like them," Christopher giggled.

"You wore them just for me?"

"I figured you'd try to get into my pants sometime tonight!"

Jared grinned, looked up at Christopher, and then ever so slowly pulled the
scanty little briefs down. "My brother thinks I'm a pretty good
cocksucker."

Christopher blinked.

"You know, brothers play games sometimes." Jared offered in way of
explanation.

Christopher blushed, "Well, not me and my brother," he said softly. Then he
smiled, "Get busy, I'll let you know if you're any good!" he laughed.

Jared smiled and bent down over Christopher's crotch. The boy's dick was
already hard, stood about seven inches, and was nicely proportioned. It was
slightly shorter than Jared's and a little thinner. It was cut, and had the
cutest flared head Jared had seen.

Jared licked the knob, causing Christopher to moan softly. Jared could
taste a drop of pre cum on the tip; he savored its flavor. He softly
stroked Christopher's shaft as he wrapped his lips around him and sucked.

"Oh yeah," Christopher whispered as he arched his back, lifted his hips and
shoved his dick further into Jared's mouth. "Suck it," he said softly as he
ran his fingers through Jared's hair. Jared's mouth bobbed up and down over
his lap. "That feels really good," he whimpered when Jared began to play
with his nuts.

It seemed Christopher's cock was growing by the minute. The throbbing
thickness of the shaft pushed deep into Jared's throat. He had to take a
quick breath to keep from passing out. The intensity grew as they went at
it. Perhaps ten minutes went by with Jared sucking, licking, and stroking
Christopher's dick in every way he could to give him pleasure.

Christopher hunched up into Jared's mouth, and then grunted, "Gonna cum."

Jared positioned himself so he could take whatever Christopher delivered. A
moment later four long shots of jizz filled his mouth. He swallowed after
the first one, held steady for the next two, swallowed again, and sucked
the last one, swirling his tongue around and around.

"Oh fuck," Christopher moaned, pushing his cock into his friend's mouth in
short jabs. "Suck it," he begged, holding Jared's head firmly against his
crotch.

Jared took all that Christopher had, and then slowly pulled back off.

"Damn, that was nice," Christopher whispered, his eyes closed, his hand
slowly stroking his now shrinking dick. "I can't believe you swallowed it!"

It was quiet for a minute.

"I guess your brother's right," Christopher giggled, looking at Jared. "You
are a pretty good cocksucker!"

They both laughed.

Christopher looked tenderly at Jared. "Want me to do you now?"

Jared was about to answer when he heard a growling sound. "Was that you?"
he laughed.

"Yeah, sorry," Christopher said with a blush, "I never eat before a
performance. I get too nervous." Christopher reached for his tummy as it
growled again.

"I can wait a while," Jared smiled. "We better feed you. You're tiny enough
as it is."

"Tiny? I prefer to think of myself as compact." Christopher laughed. "You
sure you don't want me to do you?"

"No, I'm good. You can help me out later. Let's get some food."

* * * *

The guys found a waffle restaurant not far from the park and were glad to
see that although there were a few people here and there, the booths toward
the back were empty, so it wasn't difficult to find one out of the way.

They placed their order and chatted for a couple of minutes.

"I have to go to the bathroom," Christopher said, excusing himself.

"Yeah, that's a good idea," Jared agreed and went with him.

The guys smiled as they took places next to one another at the urinals.

"Do you really have to go?" Christopher asked, pulling down his zipper and
fishing out his dick.

"Yeah," Jared smiled, doing the same. "See?" he laughed, as he stood back
just a little and showed a stream of pee.

Christopher took a quick look, "I like your dick," he smiled, "can't wait
to get it in my mouth." he laughed.

"Let me see yours again," Jared teased.

Christopher stepped back and held his out for Jared's inspection. Jared was
about to reach over and touch it, when the bathroom door opened. Both boys
quickly finished, washed their hands, and returned to the table.

"So, you wrote that last piece of music for me?" Jared asked as they were
finishing their meal.

"Yeah," Christopher replied softly.

"I loved it."

"Thanks."

"Will you play it again for me sometime when we're alone?"

Christopher blushed and nodded.

"You are so cute," Jared whispered. He leaned over and gave Christopher a
quick kiss.

"Shit, somebody will see!"

"I don't care," Jared laughed as they grinned at one another.

After their meal, they walked across the parking lot. Jared couldn't resist
reaching for Christopher's hand. They were nearly at the truck when a voice
called from behind them.

"Fag assholes!"

Jared turned and saw a guy, maybe nineteen, standing a few feet away.

"Ignore him," Christopher whispered.

"That's what's wrong with this country, too damn many niggers and queers."

Jared's anger rose. He stopped.

"No!" Christopher said under his breath.

"So, is the little one the bitch then?" the older kid said.

That was it, Jared wasn't going to stand there and listen to anyone talk
about Christopher like that.

He turned fully around. "Leave us alone, or you're going to get hurt."

The older kid laughed. "Bring it on!" He started for Jared.

Jared pushed Christopher gently aside to make more room for himself.

"Jared!" Christopher called out in fear.

The fight lasted exactly fifteen seconds. The older kid took a swing; Jared
stepped to his right, brought his fist around full force to a spot just
behind the kid's ear, and dropped him in his tracks.

The kid tried to focus and stagger to his feet, but Jared gave him another
punch to the jaw. The kid, now flat on his back, looked up as Jared stared
into his eyes.

"Who's the bitch now?" Jared whispered as the kid moaned.

Christopher pulled Jared's arm. "Take me home."

Jared nodded and they got in the truck.

Neither boy said a word for ten blocks.

"I'm sorry," Jared finally said when he'd calmed down. "I should have just
walked away."

He looked at Christopher, whose eyes were still filled with fear.

"You're okay. It's over," Jared said softly, reaching for Christopher's
hand.

Christopher pulled away and curled up against the door. "Just take me
home," he finally whispered.

The moment they arrived at Christopher's house, he was out the door. Jared
called to him, but he ran inside without even saying goodnight.

"Shit!" Jared cursed, slamming his hand onto the steering wheel, "This
can't be happening."

* * * *

Jared sat outside Christopher's house for a while, his emotions racing. "I
can't leave it like this," he finally said to himself and headed for the
door.

Mrs. Chapin answered.

"I was wondering if I could speak with Christopher. He was pretty upset and
I'm really worried about him."

"He's in his room." Mrs. Chapin showed Jared to the living room and got him
settled. "I'll let him know you're here."

A few minutes later, Mrs. Chapin returned, a concerned look on her
face. "I'm sorry, he doesn't want to see you right now."

"Please, I just have to talk to him!"

Mrs. Chapin sat down. "Maybe I could help if you told me what
happened. Christopher was too upset to say much."

Jared explained everything, even using a few of the words the bully had
used. Mrs. Chapin didn't say a word, but her face said she was deeply
concerned.

"Let me tell you a little bit about Christopher," She began, giving Jared a
gentle smile. "Since the time he was little his father and I have known he
was different. He was exceptionally curious, gentle, and loved pretty
things. One Christmas his father had bought a number of cars, trucks, and
other boy toys. Christopher looked at them for a few minutes and then
started playing with the bows and ribbons. He stuck the bows on the wall,
moved them around a few times and then came to me and pointed, `look,
Momma, pretty.' That's when we knew how special he was. Three years ago his
father came home from work early and found Christopher and another boy in
his room. They were lying on the bed kissing. It was just harmless
play. But my husband flew into a rage. He yelled at the boys, dragged the
neighbor boy to the door, sent him home and then he spanked Christopher."

Jared closed his eyes; he could practically see how frightened Christopher
must have been.

"It took us weeks to sort it all out. But now we all accept that
Christopher is gay, and we love him just the same."

"So he watched me punch a guy. He must think I'm like his Dad."

Mrs. Chapin nodded her head, "maybe, or perhaps he was just
frightened. He's very sensitive."

"Can I talk to him? Explain?"

"Not now, maybe tomorrow. I'll talk to him again."

"I'm so sorry," Jared whispered, tears coming to his eyes. "I never would
have done anything like that if I thought it would hurt him. In fact I was
trying to protect him."

"I know," Mrs. Chapin said gently and walked over and gave Jared a
hug. "Why don't you go home now, and I'll talk to Christopher for a while."

Jared nodded, and left.

* * * *

Like last time, Matty was awake and waiting for Jared in their room.

"How was your date?" Matty giggled, a huge smile on his face. Jared turned
to him, Matty could see something was wrong, terribly wrong. "What
happened?" he said quickly; instantly afraid. "Is dad all right?"

"Dad's fine," Jared said walking over to the bed. "It's Christopher."

Matty was confused.

"Some guy was hassling us after we left a restaurant, I got into a fight,
and Christopher is really, really upset."

"You talked to him, right? I mean, that's what dad always says, talk out
your problems?"

"I tried, but he won't see me."

Jared unbuttoned his shirt and tossed it over his desk chair, kicked off
his shoes, and then stripped down to his boxers. He gave Matty a sad
look. "Night, squirt."

Matty wanted to ask more questions, but sensed his brother wasn't up to
it. "Goodnight," he said, sad that Jared's date had gone so wrong.

Matty heard Jared tossing and turning for a long time. Eventually Jared got
up and went to his desk, picked up his cell phone and dialed a
number. Jared didn't say anything for a long time.

"Christopher? It's me, Jared. We need to talk."

Matty assumed Jared was talking to Christopher's voicemail.

"I'm so, so sorry, man. I would never want to hurt you. Please call me,
huh?" Jared snapped the phone closed and crawled back into bed.

Matty wanted to know everything about what had happened. He decided he'd
call Brandon in the morning to find out what he knew. But for now, he
wasn't about to leave his brother alone. Matty got out of his bunk and
crawled in beside Jared.

"Not now, Matty." Jared was near to tears.

Matty hugged Jared close. "You're my brother," he whispered.

Jared broke down in soft sobs. He turned and they hugged one another as
never before. They fell asleep that way.

* * * *

It was near three in the morning when Matty heard Jared's phone ring. It
was under the pillow, still in Jared's hand.

"Christopher?" Jared asked.

Matty could hear a voice on the other end.

"I'm so, so sorry," Jared sobbed.

Matty hugged his brother tighter, offering him what comfort he could.

Matty wasn't quite sure how long the call lasted, he must have dozed off
because the next thing he knew Jared had rolled over and was hugging him.

"He said its all okay!" Jared cried, burying his head in Matty's chest;
huge sobs of relief wracking him.

Matty softly ran his fingers through Jared's hair. He didn't know what to
say, so he just hugged his brother close.

* * * *


A special thanks to Andrew for several fantastic suggestions for this
chapter as well as his assistance as my editor. You can send your comments
and story ideas to Playbuddy123@yahoo.com The emails mean a lot, keep them
coming. Thanks, Jon