Date: Wed, 18 Jun 2014 21:43:53 +0000
From: Nice Guy <niceguy0398@gmail.com>
Subject: My Little Brigade Boy 20

Niceguy98
Chapter 20 - Pop

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Alex giggled, and I tipped my head.

"Remember our little conversation?" I said. "About the fact that your ribs
could break?"

The corner of Matthews mouth just curled up slightly.

"Got an x-ray on Wednesday. Doc said that my ribs have healed up very
quickly, it's just a little bit inflamed. The meds should have taken care
of that by now, though!"

My mouth just opened, and my already hard cock began to scream at me,
begging to be put inside that tight, hot, pleasure producing little
orifice.

Matthew saw my obvious discomfort and giggled.  "I think your willy likes
me!"

I groaned a little, attempting to keep some semblance of control, but Alex
stood in front of me, put one hand on my chest and another on my package.

My control vanished in an instant.

"Let's get naked." I whispered.

The boys giggled, and while Alex was naked almost instantly, Matthew took a
little longer. I noted how much more independent he had become, before the
sight of their little bouncing cocklets banished all other thought.

Alex was wearing nothing but his little yellow hat and his walking boots,
while Matthew had on absolutely nothing other than a smile and one sock.

I let out an animalistic moan of barely repressed desire, and the boys
giggled at my frustration.

I whipped my t-shirt off and pulled my trousers and underwear down as fast
as humanly possible, and was left with my pants around my ankles, my boner
sticking straight out, the blood red head exposed.

Alex saw it and licked his lips, a lustful smile on his face.  Seeing this,
I smiled and gestured for him to come over.

He literally bounded over and sank to his knees in front of me.

I glanced over at Matthew, and noticed him slowly stroking his cock to the
tableau in front of him.

I smiled, and he stuck out his tongue.

Grabbing Alex'es shoulder just before he was going to go down on me, I
moved closer to him.

I leant over and kissed him, savouring the residual burger taste on his
lips before pulling away.

"You taste nice." I whispered.

He giggled a little, before leaning down.

I leant over to Matthew and noticed a little red streak on his top lip.  I
locked my lips with his, gently poking at his tongue with mine.  The
wonderful taste of the lingering ketchup flooded both our mouths and made
us sigh in pleasure.

I pulled away and whispered "So do you.", before an amazingly soft mouth
went to town on my cock, and I was compelled to look down.

Alex had flipped his cap backwards and had over half my dick in his
mouth. I could feel his little tongue poking it's way around my
circumference, before he relaxed his throat and took another inch in.  I
put my hand on his head and he winked at me, before taking another two
inches in.

Before I knew it, his lips were touching my mound and my head was down his
throat.

His silky smooth mouth felt absolutely amazing, and, despite me being deep
in his throat, he still managed to lick every single square centimetre of
my cock.

"Ooh!" Matthew whispered. "That looks amazing! Have you been practising?"

Alex muttered an "Uhuh" around my cock, the vibrations making my balls
dance.

The feelings were getting extremely overwhelming, and I began to gently
thrust in and out of his distended mouth, wanting to keep the good feelings
rolling for as long as I could.  I felt myself teetering on the verge of
cumming, so I began to slowly pull myself out of his mouth.

Alex relinquished my iron-hard cock with a pop, leaving a string of spit
connecting my foreskin to his lips. He stood up and I kissed him, tasting
my salty precum whilst gently playing with his little spike.

Matthews eyes widened with glee.

"Are you going to stick your thing in me now?" he said, licking his lips
and giggling.  I nodded. He just giggled, turned around and slid down the
chair, ending up on all fours, supporting himself on the chair.

His perfect, pert, lilly-white arse stared right up at me, his moist little
rosebud winking at me.

I bent over and kissed each cheek, making him giggle sweetly before
scrabbling around around at the bottom of the bag to grab the tube of lube.

I gestured to Alex.  "Can you help me get him ready?" I asked.

He just smiled and winked at Matthew.  "I've already been doing that!" he
giggled. "Yesterday, I went over to Matthew's and we spent the whole day
getting him ready. I got four fingers inside him!"

My eyebrow flew to the ceiling.  "What did you use for lube?"

Matthew just giggled and turned his head to me.  "Have a smell and see!" he
giggled.

Alex joined him, and I knelt down to nose level with his bum, then inhaled.

Mixed in with Matthew musk and a little bit of strawberry soap, was a
curious scent that I couldn't quite place.

Then it hit me, like a swarm of bees under my dick.

"Butter?" I said incredulously, standing back up.

Their cheeky smiles told me everything I needed to know.

I shook my head, a lopsided grin on my face.

"I guess you don't need to get ready! You want to go now?"  Matthew nodded,
so I gently grabbed his hips and lined my cock up with his buttered hole.

Alex moved behind me and sat on the chair next to Matthew, to grab him in
for a tongue and passion filled kiss.

With that little spectacle in front of me, I smeared a small amount of lube
on the head of my dick, and began to push against his rosebud. It took a
few seconds, but I got past his ring without too much effort.

Apart from a slight moan into Alex'es mouth, he didn't seem to be in much
discomfort, so I began to push into his bountiful pleasure cave. The silken
vice felt absolutely amazing, and I had to be extremely careful not to buck
right into him and possibly hurt him.

He pulled away from Alex'es mouth and practically screamed at me to go
harder.

I, of course, obliged.

I slammed over half my cock into him in one fluid movement, smacking his
prostate in the process.

He squealed out in pleasure, and Alex grabbed his face and stuck his tongue
down his throat to silence him.

I reached over to grab his little stick and began to gently wank him
through my upturned fist, as I pulled almost all the way out of Matthew to
slam all the way back in.

His squeals were a little more silenced now, but the rhythmic squeezing of
his vice round my cock signalled his pleasure quite clearly.

I was so close to popping off one of the most intense orgasms in my life, I
couldn't stop bucking. In and out, in and out, trying to hold back, hearing
Matthew squeal, feeling his ass quiver, feeling Alex playing with Matthew
while I played with him.

Suddenly, Alex stood up on the chair, shoved his cock into Matthews mouth
and melted into the sensations.

What was already an amazing scene turned into one of the most erotic
tableau's I had ever been privy to.

And we all knew it. Alex'es face was the picture of pleasure, and Matthew
was essentially quivering underneath us both. My purchase on his hips was
becoming unreliable thanks to our sweat, so I brought Alex a little closer
to me, but I didn't let up at all on the little ass underneath me.

With my hands on his shoulders, he was looking right into my eyes.  I
brought my face a little closer, and so did he. Our lips were centimetres
from each other.

I could smell his stinky breath, and could see the beads of sweat on his
forehead.

I wanted more. So much more.

I closed the gap, and our bodies connected. Our tongues began battling with
each other in our mouths, feeling around every single inch of our mouths.

My orgasm reared it's head again, and I was too far gone to even think
about stopping it. From Alex'es humping, I could tell he was close too.

I gave one last push, moaned into Alex'es mouth and let rip.

My balls drew up, my slit opened and my spunk flew. I blacked out, and
almost fell forward as over six shots of my jizz went all the way into
Matthew's colon.

I could feel Matthew tightening underneath me, and Alex began to squeal, so
I gently touched the head of Matthews dick and grabbed Alex by the behind.

My cock slipped out of Matthew's ring, sated for the moment, and Alex'es
red raw, still-hard cock popped out of his mouth too.

Matthew rolled over, and I noticed a bead of fluid on the tip of his
slit. I gently swiped it off and offered it to Alex.

He took it into his mouth, and sighed in ecstasy at the honeyed flavours
that were coursing across his tastebuds. Matthew giggled, drunk in his post
orgasmic filled bliss.

I slid down and sat heavily on my bum in between the two chairs, Alex sat
down and Matthew rolled over.

In unison, we took a deep breath and sighed happily, giggling contentedly.
"I love you guys!" I whispered between breaths.

Alex and Matthew put their hands on my sweaty, still bare shoulders.  "We
love you too." Matthew whispered.

We just laid there for a few minutes, basking in the post-orgasmic bliss.

After that, a cold wind began to pick up and the sun went behind the
clouds, so I suggested we get cleaned up.

I handed round the tissues and we all unceremoniously wiped between our
legs and Matthew wiped his bum to retrieve the vestiges of cum. I suggested
he wedge some tissues into his ass to stop my cum becoming visible and he
did, before pulling his trousers on.

Alex and I did the same, but while I was pulling my shirt on, I heard a
twig snap behind me.

I spun around, and didn't see anything immediately, but another twig
snapped and I noticed a flash of red t-shirt.

"Who's there?" I shouted, not expecting an answer.

A figure suddenly emerged, dressed in that red t-shirt and black
tracksuit. I recognised him from somewhere.

Then it hit me as he got a little closer.

"Aidan?" Matthew gasped.

Aidan looked confused, but came a little closer.

"I heard some weird noises, was that you guys?"

My mind flew at a mile a minute, trying to credibly explain away what we
were doing in the middle of the forest half-naked, but, thankfully, Alex
seemed to work a little quicker than me.

"We wanted to get changed out of our grubby clothes, and Matthew managed to
trip when we were playing, so he joined us!"

I fought to keep my face straight, pretending that our intentions were
mundane.

Aidan looked confused for a moment, then he smiled. I gently released a
breath I didn't realise I was holding.

"Cool! I wanted to get changed too, and was trying to find a spot. Mind if
I join you?"

This had taken an interesting turn. I was getting the chance to see another
little kid in his undies! I was expecting to at least get blackmailed, at
worst tattled on.

"Sure!" I said, tactfully toning down my excitement. "We're all guys here."

Aidan shrugged, then walked over to us.

"We've seen each others winkys already, so I don't care!" he giggled,
tugging at the bottom of his grubby t-shirt.

He brought it up over his head, and I was confronted with two penny piece
sized pink nipples, the tiniest traces of puppy fat on his stomach and
stretched ribs as he threw his shirt to the floor.

Next came the trousers. He was wearing the cutest little black-piped red
boxers, which had quite a discernible bulge in them.

"Earth to Grant!"

Aidans voice snapped me back to reality. I realised that I had been staring
at him, slack-jawed, as he was getting undressed.

I shook my head, then went a little red.

"Sorry, mate. I was miles away."

Matthew and Alex giggled a little at my discomfort. I shot them a quick
"Thanks for the support" look that made them laugh even harder.

"It's okay." Aidan said, pulling his new trousers on, "My cousin has the
exact same look on his face whenever I get changed in front of him. He's
the same age as you."

He slipped his shirt on, then began to walk off.

"Let's do this again sometime!" he fired over his shoulder as he walked out
of the clearing.

I stared, open-mouthed at his little behind as he walked away, and as soon
as he was out of earshot, I collapsed to the ground in hysterical laughter.

The boys joined me, and we all rolled around on the floor for a bit, until
I grabbed both their shoulders.

"We'd better get back before all the leftovers are gone!"

They agreed, and after helping Matthew off the ground, we began to walk
back to the barbecue pit.

There was a pile of crisps and a load of squash left, so we gorged happily
whilst making polite conversation with everyone about nothing and nonsense,
interspersed with annoying comments from the doting parents about my school
life.

The sun began to lower as we chatted and laughed unaware, and our numbers
slowly dwindled until there was just seven: The Captain, Andy, Keith, Helen
and the three of us.

Conversation finally swung to holiday plans, and once everyone else had
shared their plans, I looked to Alex and asked him what he was doing.

He stared at the floor, looking a little crestfallen.

I put my hand on his shoulder.  "What's up?" I asked, rubbing gently.

"I'm going to Melbourne for the whole summer to stay with my cousins." he
whispered, a single tear falling from his eye to land on the dusty ground
below.

A familiar heat rose in my chest, as the implications of those words hit me
like a hammer to the nuts.

Matthew gripped me, his hand squeezing mine like a vice.

I grabbed Alex into my arms, as his tears flew freely.

"Hey. Hey..." I consoled, "It's not like Melbourne doesn't have
internet. We can Skype every weekend if you want to!"

He looked up and right into my eyes.  "You promise?" he sniffled, smiling a
little through his tears.

I kissed his forehead.

"I promise."

Helen just smiled at me.

"He really didn't want to go, but now I think you've convinced him to go
and have fun!"

"Oh, of course he'll have fun!" I answered, to laughs from everyone. "It's
the only place in the world they have that big yellow thing permanently
there!"

He giggled a little, the tears drying up.

"I'm gonna miss you though." Matthew said, putting his hand on his arm.

He untangled himself from me and entangled himself with Matthew.

"I'm gonna miss you too." he whispered. "But I'll Skype with you as well!"

Matthew gasped.

"We could have a three-way!"

That was all I heard before all the adults collapsed into hysterics, myself
included.

Matthew looked at us, his brow creased in confusion.  "Oh, don't worry,
mate! You're not supposed to get it!" I said, patting his shoulder.

He shrugged his shoulders in a "whatever" gesture, and turned back to Alex.

Smiling a little, he planted a kiss right on his lips, lingering for a
heartbeat or two.

"I love you, buddy." Matthew mouthed.

"I love you too, Matthew." Alex smiled, a tear of happiness springing from
his eye. "I love you bunches."

Alex brought himself closer to Matthew, and began squeezing him as tightly
as he could.

The adults smiled at the gesture of affection, but, despite my similar
outward appearance, I was using all my willpower against my urge to snog
the breath out of the both of them.

It might even be my last chance to, but I didn't want all of this to
stop. I cared far too much about them to do that.

Keith happened to glance down at his watch and his eyes widened.  "We'd
better get a wriggle on, guys! Car park closes at 10 and it's half 9!"

His words spurred everyone into action. We all began to stuff the leftovers
and equipment into the giant canvas bags they came in, to start the waddle
to Andy's car.

As soon as we did this, we began to say our goodbyes until September.

I solemnly shook hands with The Captain and Andy, and kissed Helen on the
cheek.

Then it got to the painful bit.

Alex looked up at me, tears beginning to spring, so I knelt down to his
level and grabbed his shoulders.

"There's something I want you to look after for me, while you're away in
Melbourne. Something that's very important to me." I whispered, subtly
fishing around in my back pocket for my wallet.

Pulling it out, I brought out a picture and handed it to him.

His little face lit up, as the picture was revealed.

It depicted Matthew and him, kissing me on the cheek, a broad grin on my
face and identical necklaces resting on our chests.

He looked to me, a huge smile on his face. But there was so much more.

"Turn it over, and you'll see a little reminder I wrote for you."

He flipped the piece of paper over, and in my neatest and clearest
handwriting, there were the words "Don't ever grow up. Even when you're a
grey, old man of a hundred years old, stay the beautiful little boy you are
today."

He looked up at me, and bit his lip to try and keep himself from crying. He
handed the picture to his mum, and jumped up into my arms, attempting to
turn me into a diamond.

"I... I love you, Grant." he heaved into my shirt.

I kissed his little mop, then gently set him down.

"I love you too, bro. Always have, always will."

He kissed my cheek one last time, then began to walk to his car.

Moments after he got in, the car began to pull away.

As I watched it go, a single tear began to fall down my cheek.

I suddenly felt a little hot hand in mine and looked down.

Matthew smiled sadly back up at me.

"I know, bro. I miss him already." I whispered, gently squeezing his
hand. "But just think, how sexy is he going to look with his amazing tan
when he gets back?"

Matthew snorted, then leant into my shoulder.

I took him under my arm, and we watched as the sun begin to dip below the
horizon, setting over this wonderful verse in our lives.

"Let there be many more."

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