Date: Wed, 4 Jun 2014 07:19:10 +0000
From: Nice Guy <niceguy0398@gmail.com>
Subject: My Little Brigade Boy 15

Niceguy98
Chapter 15 - And The Little One Said

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Keith looked at me, then to Matthews begging face, then back to me.

He gently shook his head.  "I suppose." he said, pointing at me. "As long
as you call your mum!"

Matthew would have jumped up and hugged his dad if it weren't for the cast,
but he was content with kissing his cheek.  He looked at me and winked.

I winked back, pulling out my phone and sending off a quick text to my mum.
Jumping in beside Matthew, we set off back home.

As soon as we set off, I felt a little hot hand seek out mine. I looked
over, saw what he was trying to do, upended my hand and locked it with his.
He smiled at me, then ruined the tender moment by sticking his tongue out.

I just giggled a little, and stuck my tongue out as well.

Contented with his mischief, he turned away and stared out the window, but
didn't let go of my hand.

Keith got a text from Carol to say they were on the way, just as we pulled
into the driveway.

Opening the car door, I held out my hand, intending to help Matthew out.
He just shook his head and swung his legs out, leaning against the car for
support.

He grabbed his crutches and began walking towards the door, a determined
look of concentration on his face.  I had a moment of extreme pride for
this boy, then a moment of extreme empathy.

I had gone through the same situation when I sliced my kneecap open in the
summer before high school.  For the entire holiday, I had to attempt to
function like normal without being able to bend one leg for fear of popping
the stitches.  I hated being stuck, completely unable to do anything beyond
hobbling from the fridge to the couch, having to ask for help from other
people.  I nearly went stir-crazy.

Balling my fist behind my back, I silently promised to not let that happen
to him. Not a chance.  Matthew was far too full of energy to be stuck on
the couch for eight weeks.  His leg and ribs may be broken, but his wings
certainly hadn't been.

I followed them into the house, and Matthew expressed his desire to take a
nap before the troops arrived.  Keith agreed, as he needed to straighten up
the place before anyone arrived.

I said that it would probably be a good idea for me to have a nap as well,
so I followed Matthew up the stairs, opening his bedroom door for him.  He
sat down heavily on the bed, sighing slightly at the release of tension.

"I'm beat." he whispered.

I giggled slightly.  "You okay for now?" I said, making my way to the door.

He pouted.  "Not really."

I raised my eyebrows, prompting him to continue.

"Will you sleep with me?"

I just nodded, not trusting myself to speak.

His tired face curled into a smile.  He tapped the side of the bed and gave
me his best "come hither" look.

Why would I even try resisting?

I hefted his cast onto the bed and lay next to him, placing a gentle
protective hand over his shoulder.

I looked into his eyes and he looked into mine, losing ourselves in our
stares.  It was several minutes before either of us spoke.

"You saved my life." he whispered to me, his eyes tearing up.

"You're my brother and I love you." I replied, feeling my eyes tearing up
too. "I know you would do the same for me."

He smiled.

"I love you too."

I brought my lips a little closer to his, and Matthew closed the gap to
mash them together.

He didn't open his mouth, but adrenaline still flew fleetingly until he
pulled away.

Eyelids drooping, he smiled at me before gently resting his head on the
pillow.  I did the same, inhaling Matthews breath mixed with his
intoxicating musk. It tasted sweet thanks to the cough sweets.

My eyes closed, and I fell asleep, the wriggling, patched up Adonis of my
dreams lying next to me.

In what felt like an instant, I felt two little pairs of hands on my back
and heard quiet giggling behind me.

I turned around quickly and seized the two sources of the giggling by the
waist and growled playfully.

"Who awakes me from my slumber?" I growled.

The boys squealed and began wriggling.  I jumped off the bed, hiked up
their t-shirts and blew two huge raspberries onto their bellies, making
them squeal even louder.

Matthew grabbed my shoulders, obviously woken by the ruckus.  "Hey, you
guys starting without me?" he said, tactfully mastering the broken rib
talking technique.

"That depends." I said, straightening up. "You want to play dares?"

The boys looked at each other and smiled broadly.  "Yes!" they chorused.

They all sat on the bed. Alex and Fergus crossed their legs and Matthew
swung his legs down to the floor.

I rolled out their sleeping bags onto the floor in preparation for later
on, then clapped my hands.

"Who wants to go first?" I said, looking at the three of them in turn.

Fergus grinned and raised his hand.  I nodded to him.

He turned to Matthew.  "Matthew, I dare you to get naked!" he giggled.

Matthews eyes flew to the ceiling, and Alex started giggling too, while I
sat in awe of the little horn dog abandoning all delusions of pretence.

"Sure!" he said, biting his lip. "But I'm gonna need a little help!"

He looked at me and gave me the look that destroyed my sensibilities yet
again.  Raising his arms, he wriggled his eyebrows at me.  I grabbed the
hem of his shirt and pulled it up over his head, enlarging the head hole to
slip it past the stitches.

I then grabbed the waistband of the trackies and pulled them down, avoiding
the cast like a pro.  Confronted with his cute little morsel, I couldn't
resist.

I leaned over and kissed the underside of his shaft, letting the tip get
tickled by my peach fuzz.

Matthew shuddered and his half-hard shaft began to stiffen to the tune of
his heartbeats. The foreskin retracted and his head popped out to say hello
to us.

A lustful look clouded Fergus'es face, while Alex kept giggling.  "Save
some for us!" Alex said between gasps for breath.

Matthew just looked at him.  "I dare you to get naked too, then!" he
winked.

Alex stood up and was naked in almost an instant, his little boner jutting
out of his bare, creamy white mound.

The sheer display of flesh on offer caused my cock to rise up and press
painfully against my jeans.  Alex saw the subtle move I made to adjust
myself, and giggled.

I took the opportunity.  "Well, I suppose I'd better join you guys!" I
said, standing up and tugging at the hem of my shirt.

"Wait!" Alex shouted, grabbing my hand.  I looked at him, confused, until
his smile explained it all.

He asked Fergus to help him, and I raised my hands above my head,
submitting to them both.  They pulled the shirt over my stretched body as I
bent over slightly, slowly revealing my hairy torso.  Both Alex and Fergus
gasped, while Matthew just smiled.

"You're so hairy!" Alex gasped, tentatively reaching out for my pecs.

I guided his hand closer, giving him permission, and his little hot hand
made contact.  He gently played with the soft hairs as Fergus undid the
button clasp on my jeans, obviously eager enough to overcome the initial
shock.

As Fergus undid my fly, my jeans dropped to the floor, revealing a pair of
A-fly boxers with the Saltire emblazoned on them.  My cock was very visible
against the strained fabric, as was the wet spot that turned the blue
fabric darker.

Alex stopped playing with my chest and noticed my near-nakedness.  He
gently licked his lips.

I snorted quietly, and my cock jumped at the possibilities.

"Well go on then!" Matthew piped up from the side. "Get them off!"

I winked at Matthew, then placed my thumbs in the waistband and pulled them
down.  My wild bush of pubes that had reigned before had been trimmed back
to a more manageable clump.

Fergus gasped, while both Alex and Matthew bit their bottom lips.

"He's so big!" he whispered.

Matthew giggled.  "If you think he's big, you should see my dad!"

I laughed, but it turned into a strangled moan when Alex began lapping
under the hood of my cock.  His little poking tongue felt amazing against
my head.

I tapped Alex on the shoulder and he disengaged, looking a little confused.

I knelt down and kissed his cheek.  "Good job, buddy, but you should
probably help your buddies out too!"

Fergus looked at Matthew, at Alex and then to me.  "It's okay! I'll help
Matthew and you can help Grant!"

I sat down on the floor beside Fergus.  "And I'll help you out!"

Everyone started giggling, and Matthew lay back.

Fergus got between Matthews legs and gently brought his little pulsing
morsel into his mouth, carefully ensuring his weight was on the bed instead
of Matthew.

His eyes rolled back and he started moaning in his unique high pitched
tone.

I laid down parallel to the bed and Fergus, sensing me, thrust his boner
closer to my mouth.

I took the blood red head into my lips and began suckling like a baby to a
teat.

As soon as I did, I could feel a little warm orifice attempting to take my
whole cock into his mouth, and not succeeding, getting about two inches
down and beginning to gag.

I popped out Fergus and guided Alex's hands to the sides of my cock.  He
got the idea and began to jack me off whilst licking the head.

Job done, I inhaled Fergus back into my mouth.

I wrapped my tongue around his thick, fleshy tube and began to bob my head
up and down.  Fergus vocalised his approval around Matthew's dick, causing
him to hump spasmodically.

Alex sped up on my cock, taking as much as he could into his mouth, keeping
his sucking up like a pro.

I could feel my orgasm broiling in my balls, and tried to warn Alex, but it
was too late.

My cream flew out of my slit into his mouth at an alarming rate, but Alex,
to his eternal glory, attempted to swallow it all. However, some did leak
out of the side of his mouth.  He popped my cock out of his mouth, and gave
me his biggest smile, made all the more brilliant by the pearly white
streaks across his chin.

I smiled back around Fergus'es cock and sped up.

Fergus sped up too around Matthew, and their moaning synchronised.

His cock started quivering, along with the rest of his body, pushing
Matthew over the edge too.

I heard him landing heavily on the bed, and felt Fergus begin to buckle.  I
grabbed his sides and gently guided him to the floor.

Alex smiled his cum filled smile at me, so I beckoned him over.  He sat on
my thigh, his little hot ass wriggling seductively, his little pole begging
for release.

I gave him a long, deep kiss, waggling my tongue all around his mouth,
searching out the traces of my juices.

When I pulled away, I began lapping at his chin to get at the rest, and he
started giggling his wonderful laugh, interspersed with beautiful moans
that made my cock dance.  With a naughty grin on my face, I began lapping
lower and lower, bathing his entire body like a mother would her puppy,
carefully skirting around his cock.

I caught his eyes, and he gave me his wide-eyed look and began to whimper.

Why would I even bother resisting?

I kissed his mound one last time, and gobbled up.  Knowing he wouldn't last
long, I mashed him into my face and licked urgently.

Alex began to whimper. He grabbed my hair and pulled as his dopamine high
deepened.  His dick began to quiver, and he gave a long, drawn-out squeak
before collapsing to the floor.

I looked around me, at the three boys in various stages of come downs and
giggled slightly.  "I never thought I would get here." I whispered to
myself, "Not in my wildest dreams."

I lay down next to Alex, and he snuggled his little naked form into my
side, tacky skin on tacky skin.

As I watched, Fergus got up onto the bed and lay behind Matthew, anchoring
himself behind.

From the sighs that they let out, I could only assume Fergus had anchored
himself in Matthews butt cheeks.

I sighed and smacked my lips. Alex did the same.  "I love you, buddy." I
whispered, rubbing his back.

He looked up at me, his chestnut brown eyes making contact with mine.  "I
love you too, Grant." he whispered back.

He shuffled away from my side and sat on me, rubbing his ass into my cock.
"I don't want to go to sleep!" he whispered, as my cock slipped in between
his cheeks, and his cheeky grin came back.

"Neither do I!" Matthew and Fergus piped up.

"Well..." I said, grabbing Alex'es milky white thighs.

"There is something else we can do..."

Alex looked down at me, a lustful look of curiosity on his face.  Grinding
my cock harder, he whispered "What's that?"

I giggled.  "Well, it involves putting someone's winky in your butt!"

His eyes widened and he looked terrified.  "But won't that hurt?"

I decided to be honest.

"It will a little bit at the start, but there's a special spot inside your
butt that feels amazing when someone's winky rubs it!"

He smiled slightly, the grinding becoming more insistent.

"You done it before then?"

My mind cast itself back to that fateful day I lost my virginity to my best
friend.  There was no doubt, that it felt absolutely amazing to have a cock
in your butt. The initial discomfort is a small price to pay.

My cock jumped at the memory and Alex felt it.

"That good, huh?"

I just nodded.

He shrugged.

"I'm game if you are!"

Matthew gestured over to Fergus and smiled.

Fergus'es eyes widened.

"Really?"

He just nodded.

I grabbed them all down for a kiss.

"Nice one!"

I gestured over to Matthew.

"Got anything to make it slippery?"

He giggled a little, then thought for a moment.

"I guess we could use the olive oil in the kitchen cupboard."

"Perfect." I enthused. "And good for your skin!"

We all had a good laugh at that.

I was dispatched to grab it from the kitchen, assuming that Keith was
asleep. But, not wanting to take the chance, I put my pyjama trousers on,
so, if caught, I could say I was getting some water or some other such
bullshit.

I crept down the stairs, carefully testing my weight on the floor before
committing to a step to minimise squeaks, then padded to the kitchen.  I
turned on the LED underfloor lights and began to look through the
cupboards, searching for the condiments cupboard.  After a few moments, I
found it, grabbing the oil from the top shelf.

"Olive Oil. Extra Virgin." I giggled.

I almost made it out.

No, really.

But life doesn't work like that.

Just before I crossed the threshold of the kitchen, the side light in the
sitting room turned on.

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End Of Chapter 15

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