Date: Thu, 15 May 2014 22:24:12 +0000
From: Nice Guy <niceguy0398@gmail.com>
Subject: My Little Brigade Boy 10

Niceguy98
Chapter 10 - Shark Teeth

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We froze and looked up.

The smiling form of Keith stared back at us.  "Dad!" Matthew squealed,
disengaging himself from me and running across the garden, throwing himself
into his Dad's arms.

"Hey bud!" he said, slapping his back.

"Guess what I did today?" he giggled.

"Hmm..." Keith pretended to think, "You went to the moon?"

Matthew giggled.  "Even better than that!" he said.

"What could be better than that?" Keith said, confused.

Matthew looked up at his dad, still grinning.  "I've got two brothers now!"
he said, beaming from ear to ear.

I stood back up at this and extended my greetings to Keith.

He saw me, and beamed from ear to ear.  "What's all this about then?" he
said.

"Oh," I said casually, "It's just a little thing that Matthew, Alex and I
have going on."

"We're all brothers now!" Matthew piped up.

Keith began grinning from ear to ear.  "Well," he began, "That is better
than going to the moon!"

I laughed gently and Matthew extricated himself from his dad.  "I love them
both dearly." I said sincerely, kissing the top of his blonde mop.

"I know." Keith said. "It is pretty obvious!"  He spread his arms out. I
stepped into them.

Hugging me tightly, he whispered "I guess that, since you and Matthew are
now brothers, you are my son then."

"I guess so." I whispered, hugging him even tighter.

He finally let me go and kissed my head.  "I'll see you next week, son." he
said, clapping my back.

Matthew jumped up and kissed my lips again, not opening his mouth this
time, but it was still pretty magical.  "I'll see you next week." he
whispered, running back to his dad.

Parents evening was coming up at the end of the month, and our Mondays
began gearing themselves towards practising for it.  It became ever so
slightly repetitive, but the boys were spurred along by the thought of the
fun day out that Saturday as their reward for doing well.

Val, the slave driver she was, had an extremely specific schedule and we
were all expected to follow it to a T.  My squad, under my gentle guidance,
fell into step quickly.

Until Val decided to drop a bombshell.  "The Brigade Vice-President will be
coming on parents night to present your awards." she said grandly.  "But
don't worry!" she added, somewhat unhelpfully. "He's a very nice man, and
he won't bite!"

The boys all began to look scared, until I stepped in to try and reassure
them.  "Mrs. Dacker is right, guys!" I said, "He is a very nice man."

"Have you met him before?" Jamie piped up, in a curious tone.

I recalled a firm handshake, a winning smile, some strong aftershave and an
excellence in sporting award some years ago when I was in Junior Section at
10 years old.

I smiled reassuringly.  "Yes, and let me tell you, he wears extremely
strong aftershave!" I whispered.  The boys giggled, satisfied that he
wasn't going to eat them.

They returned to their manoeuvres with renewed vigour.  Just before the
end, pleased with everyone's progress, Val said they could play dodge-ball.
Everyone cheered and broke rank.

But before the helpers had a chance to get in with the game, Val called us
aside.  "I'm doing nominations for the Endeavour awards right now, and I
need you guys to nominate the boys in your squads who may not run the
fastest, be the strongest, or be the most technically accurate, but someone
who tries hard."

We all nodded our understanding, people already in mind.  "I'll give you
guys until next week to think about it." she finished with a smile, "Now
get back to the game!"

I grinned, grabbed a ball from the side and threw it at the nearest pack of
squealing kids.  As I threw, I realised the one boy in my squad that would
be perfect for the award. Someone who escaped everyone's notice, and worked
extremely hard in the background without making a fuss.

Fergus.

Looking over at him, I smiled. He gave me a cheeky grin, before running
away from one of Stuart's badly thrown shots.  Yes. He would be brilliant
for it.

Turning back to my boys, I realised that they were still standing close to
each other. So I aimed the ball between them and threw.  I managed to hit
them both, a feat I didn't think I could accomplish.  They looked at me,
stuck out their tongues and ran off to the side.

The game finally ended and another boy who's name I didn't know from
Craig's squad won.

The prayer came and went and everyone left, including Matthew, who was
going to visit his gran.

I found myself at a bit of a loose end and, after helping Val pack away
everything, I went home early.

That Saturday, I was in town with my friends. We were going to watch a
movie, and we all split up to get our various refreshments, wanting to
avoid the vastly overinflated prices at the cinema itself.

As I walked past a jewellery shop, something caught my eye.  I looked in
the window and saw it.

A leather necklace, with a silver sharks tooth on it.  I smiled. I knew two
little brothers of mine who would love something like that.  The little
notice said that engraving was also available at no extra cost, and that
they had three available, so I opened the door and went inside.

The nice old lady behind the counter was a little surprised that I wanted
three of them, but was more than happy when I produced my card.  Once it
went through, she went and busied herself out back for a few minutes, and
came back with three, slightly warm, freshly engraved sharks teeth, one
with my name on it, one with Matthew's name on it and another with Alex's
name on it.

"Who are these for, if you don't mind me asking?" she said, handing me the
bag.

"They're for my brothers." I said, bidding her thanks.

The weight of the boxes in my bag made me smile as I met back up with my
friends. I don't even remember what the movie was, only how paranoid I was
about losing the boxes.

That Monday, it was very windy outside, and the boys were somehow even more
hyperactive than usual.  I had my shark tooth necklace on under my uniform,
all ready for the big reveal later on.  So we decided to tire them out. We
gave them gymnastics, a lot of running about and even a little bit of
free-running, administered by me.  Being little kids, all I taught them to
do was how to land silently, and I made clear that I wouldn't be
responsible for how they used it!

I asked Alex and Matthew to wait behind for a moment. I went to my bag,
made sure I knew which one was which in my hands, and walked through to the
small hall.  What I found them doing was extremely cute.  Matthew was
trying to teach Alex how to do a handstand.  He wasn't that good and
Matthew had to keep holding on to him.

"Hey, guys?" I said.

Matthew righted Alex and stood expectantly.

"Close your eyes and hold out your hands. I've got something for you guys!"
I said, with as much whimsy as I could muster.

They looked at each other, gasped, squeezed their eyes tight and held out
their hands expectantly.

I opened the boxes and placed it on their hands, opening them slowly.

Fishing mine out of my collar I told them to open their eyes.  They looked
down and gasped, their faces a picture of joy.

I stood, beaming.

Alex looked at Matthew, then up to me.  "I love it, Grant!" he laughed,
pulling it out of it's box. Matthew just stood there, still stunned.  "Will
you put it on me?" he asked, pouting and holding it out to me.

I just smiled. I took it and hooked it round the back of his neck, kissing
his neck as I did so. He giggled.

I turned to Matthew.  "You need a hand, Matthew?" I said.

He looked up at me, tears down his face.  "It's..." he began, gripping the
box. "Just so brilliant."  He jumped up into my arms and held me tight.

Alex jumped up as well.  I swung them around for a bit, and then sat them
down on the floor with me.

"Look!" I said, holding mine. "I've got one as well!"

"We match!" Matthew piped up, hooking his over his neck.

"Yeah!" Alex said, still beaming.

"It's just a little thing to show we're brothers now!" I whispered,
grabbing the two of them close to me.

Matthew and Alex looked at each other for a moment. They then kissed both
my cheeks, whispered "Thank you." and grabbed my crotch simultaneously.

I grabbed their crotches as well and squeezed.

They giggled a little bit, but bounded away at the sound of the door
opening.

Carol and Keith walked in, chatting animatedly. It seemed that they had
become friends as fast as their sons, who both ran into them extremely
quickly.

"Look at what Grant got us!" they chorused, jumping up and down while
holding them out.

Both Carol and Keith looked at the pieces of jewellery in awe.

"Well." Keith finally said, beckoning me over, "It's lucky that you guys
have got such a generous brother."

"Exactly!" Carol said, "It's amazing that he got you guys that!"

"It's nothing, really!" I said, walking over. "I saw it and thought of
them."

"It most certainly is not nothing!" Carol said, hugging me tightly.

"You're the best, Grant!" Matthew said, hugging Alex close.

"Do you mind at all taking a picture?" Keith said. "It's just that you all
look brilliant!"

No one did, so I posed between them, as Keith took a photo.  When he asked
for another one, Matthew and Alex looked at each other mischievously and
kissed my cheeks.  Carol and Keith laughed raucously and snapped more
photos.  After a few more, Carol and Keith both decided that they had to go
home.

Alex and Matthew lined up, kissed me on the lips, and bounded away to their
cars.

Carol kissed me on the cheek.  "You are a brilliant young man, you know
that?" she said.

I shrugged.  "I'm just doing what any brother would do!" I laughed.

Keith hugged me as well.  "Above and beyond, son." he said, clapping my
back, "Above and beyond!"

I watched them go, a warm feeling inside of me.

That night, I lay awake till the wee small hours, thinking about those two
boys. I finally fell asleep, but my dreams were filled with them.

I went to school muzzy-headed and couldn't concentrate. My best mate,
Cameron noticed and asked what was wrong.  I had never confessed to anyone
that I was a boy-lover, and I wasn't sure how my friend would react to it,
so I stowed it for another time and made up some bullshit about missing my
morning cup of coffee.  There are times and places to come out, and the
middle of a crowded lunch hall isn't one of them.

The rest of the week passed by at a snails pace, until the glorious Monday
rolled around again.

In my over-eagerness, I ended up at the hall just as Val appeared.  She was
surprised, to say the least, but I made up some more bullshit about my mum
needing to leave the house early, and she bought it.  She was actually
happy to have an extra helper, and roped me in to bring her stuff into the
hall.

I was on my second box, and casually looked towards the road as I
straightened up.

Matthew was walking from one of the far away car parking spaces with his
dad, and as I watched, they both stepped onto the pavement and saw me.
Matthew waved, and I smiled back.

He began running along the pavement, much to the amusement of Keith.

I saw the car before either of them.

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End Of Chapter 10

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