Date: Fri, 17 Feb 2012 14:51:19 -0500 From: Ray Subject: My Sixteen Year Old Brother Part 2 MY SIXTEEN YEAR OLD BROTHER Copyright 2012 By The Mariner This true erotic story is intended for ADULT readers only. If you are not of legal age in your locality to be reading erotic material or should you disapprove of such material, PLEASE LEAVE. This story is assigned to only the Nifty Archives for posting on their website. Mariner1931@cox.net YYYYY PROLOGUE One of my desires when I was younger, was wanting to join the Navy. Mom wouldn't let Dad sign my enlistment even though I told them I would enlist as soon as I was eighteen years old. They, at least, Mom, tried to talk me out of it. But, as soon as I turned eighteen after graduating high school, I went to the recruiting office with my birth certificate in hand and enlisted. Of course, Mom had a fit but, my Dad smiled and congratulated me as he shook my hand. Collin, he was different. He cried and cried. Sue, went to her room to cry. I tried holding Collin in my lap and soothing him but it was only nominally successful until we all went to the train station to meet up with the group that I was traveling with to training camp. Instead of a hug, Collin ran off with, Mom following him. My life changed with the train leaving the station. YYYYY A Different Experience When we arrived at the training center, it was a frightening and different experience. Not being used to being hollered at was, at first, a bit unnerving. To say the least, it took some getting used too. We arrived in the early evening but after the time, at least to me, when I would have had supper. Men in white uniforms with blue arm bands with the letters SP emblazoned on them in gold met us and immediately started hollering and calling us "boots" met us as we left the train. The rounded us up, hollering all of the time, telling us to line up in three columns. Most of us only had a vague idea of what they wanted but, we eventually formed up in a ragged semblance of three columns. One of the "greeters" who seemed to be in charge, hollered "forward march." We hesitated for a moment before we all moved in the direction this leader indicated. After the train left, we marched across the tracks walking in the general direction of a high barbed-wire topped chain-link fence that seemed to stretch endlessly to our left and right. Turning to our left, we walked or rather marched with the fence on our right. In the distance we could see literally hundreds of two-story non-descript buildings and groups of men marching in formation. We didn't know at the time that we would be converted into the same marching units that we were seeing. I'll skip the disconcerting, at least to a bunch of teenagers, events that occurred after we were marched though a set of large gates to eventually wind up in one of the buildings that we had seen. It contained rows of double bunks one bottom and one top bunk. The leader that had met us hollered that we were to meet our company commander at 0800, military time, in the morning. We all wondered what that was until one of the guys explained that it was eight o'clock in the morning. Again, let's skip meeting the company commander, who was a prick, and, lets skip being marched to chow, breakfast. We were still in civilian clothes as were more young men than I had ever seen in one room eating. One thing that never seemed to stop or let up was the endless hollering. It went on all day except when we were in classes learning about the Navy. After breakfast, we were marched or at least we were trying to march, to the base Medical Dispensary where we were to endure another shock. In a huge room with numbers from 'one' to whatever on the floor, we were told to 'peel' off and stand on onf of the numbers. When the entire group had done as we were told, our company commander told us to strip and stack our clothes neatly on top of our clothes. That surprised us but, we learned that our clothing with valuables would be shipped home. After stripping, we stood naked, waiting for what seemed ages. I had become used to being naked with other guys ever since I had started showering with school buddies. But, I had never seen so many different, physically, guys. They were short, tall, some fat, some skinny and some in pretty good shape. Some guys had short cocks, some were stubby and a few were a little above average. Talk about a smorgasbord, there was every type imaginable. Anyway, we were led through a maze of doors into various rooms. Doctors checked some parts of our bodies and what, I learned later were medical corpsman, checked other parts. All of us seemed to become at least enlarged when the doctor checked our testicles for rupture. It took most of the day to finish the physical part of our examinations and being hit in the shoulder muscles with a series of shots that would ward of a variety of diseases. After the examinations, we were issued our uniforms, shoes, two pair, dress and work, socks and underwear to blue, white and work uniforms plus hats, a heavy 'pea coat' plus something called a mattress cover and blankets. After returning to the 'barracks' we were marched to another building for 'indoctrination' where, we were indoctrinated in what the Navy was, expected, and a lot of stuff that was totally not understood, at least then. It would become clear later. Before we left the 'indoctrination' building, the company commander advised us that the men on the first 'deck'aka floor' of the barracks would be known as 'the first platoon' and those on the second 'deck' would be the 'second platoon'. YYYYY After the first few days of what seemed like endless marching and hollering, we began to shape up into a credible marching unit. The intense cold winds blowing off of Lake Michigan may have had a little to do with it. Our fearless leader had appointed men to be in charge when he was not around. Glenn, twenty years old, was a good looking guy who was even mannered. He didn't take on the airs of being in charge and that plus being older than all of us may have been the reason he was selected. Anyway, I didn't have trouble becoming a part of the group. I had read enough about the Navy plus its expectations to make it pretty easy. The one thing that caught me of guard was the unusual nakedness that seemed to be accepted by almost all of us. I remember the first night we arrived and we were in bed. I didn't sleep that well, being really away from home for the first time. I could tell there were a lot of others that had the same problem and some of them were crying into their pillows. After awhile, it was replaced with the soft slapping of flesh on flesh. Guys were jerking off just like I was. Most of us slept in only our boxer shorts but, a few guys wore their t-shirts. In the morning's some guys that had been wearing t-shirts got out of their bunks shirtless. We all knew why. YYYYY Most of us went naked between our bunk area and the showers. A very large variety of cocks was visible, short, medium long, and some that were longer than others and there were many that were circumcised. To see a guy pop a hard on when showering was not unusual even though we had heard through the grapevine that something called 'saltpeter' was put in our food so we would not get horny or a hard on. I don't think it worked that well, if at all. More than one guy, me included woke up with a raging hard on. Hey, it was natural. My problem was keeping my eyes off of some of the better looking, well build guys that didn't seem to worry about being naked and displaying their attributes?large cocks, heavy balls and tight asses. We all showered before turning in for the night, that was one of the rules. After showering, most of us would wear a towel around our waists and scrubbed the clothing that we had worn. Some guys did not cover themselves. It was difficult not to watch some of the guys cocks swinging vigorously and occasionally rubbing against the waist high wooden board. The result being some of this activity resulted in more than a few half-hard cocks. Thankfully, my towel did a pretty good job of hiding my excitement. YYYYY I never thought about other guys in my company being gay. Hell, I had only recently became aware that men, particularly good looking well built guys, interested me more than girls. Fortunately, I was able to suppress my feelings since we had been told that having enlisted and not admitting to being homosexual could result in a 'Bad Conduct Discharge.' When I heard this, it concerned me since so many temptations were all around. Jerking off at night helped. We were in the fifth week of training when, I learned there was at least one other guy that felt the way I did about other men. His name was Sheldon and, he slept two bunks down from mine in the top bunk, same as me. I knew. Sheldon but not well. He marched in my platoon two rows behind me. He was dark-haired, almost auburn, with blue eyes. In the showers, it was not difficult to see that he must have lifted weights. He had a better than average build, smoothly tapered, well muscled and, like me, he was uncircumcised. Flaccid, the pink tip of his cock peeked out from under its foreskin. As he showered and washed himself, the length of his cock would stretch and the crown of his cock was more exposed. By comparison, he was a little larger than I was but, not by much. I had measured myself at seven inches hard, four inches soft. Like mine, Sheldon's cock rested on his heavy balls. It wasn't difficult to realize that Sheldon, under other circumstances, was someone that I would have liked to know better or that he felt the same. I didn't realize how soon I would get the chance. YYYYY TBC