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 Date: Fri, 25 Apr 2014 19:48:43 +0000
From: Nice Guy <niceguy0398@gmail.com>
Subject: My Little Brigade Boy 4
I apologise for the lack of steam in the last chapters, it should be a

lot hotter from now on!

   Thanks to Paul <pablosound2010@hotmail.com> for his brilliant editing
skills.

   Niceguy98

   Chapter 4 - A Curious Jam

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   At Company Section two weeks later, I was right in the middle of playing
football when my captain's phone rang.  He answered it and his face turned
into a picture of confusion.  "It's for you, Grant?" he said, holding the
phone out.  I stopped midway through kicking and walked towards him.  "Who
is it?" I said, macabre possibilities running through my head.

   "It's Keith.  Matthew's dad." the Captain said, passing his phone to me.
I put it to my ear and Keith came on, sounding extremely stressed.  "Hey,
Grant." Keith said.  "I'm so sorry, but I really need a favour." "Sure?" I
said, my turn to be confused coming up.  "Can you come over to mine and
look after Matthew for tonight?" he said.  "Only, my brothers wife is about
ready to have her baby and I need to get to the hospital!"

   I found myself completely lost for words.  "But...But why me?" I finally
stuttered.  "You...You've only known me for four weeks!" There was a rush
of static over the speaker.  "I know, I know!" he said.  "To be honest, you
weren't the first person I called, but you are the only one I could think
of who could possibly come at such short notice." I pretended to be
sceptical, when in reality I was jumping.  To be honest, in my wildest
fantasies, I never thought I would be able to spend that amount of time
with him.

   "Look." he said, sensing my (faked) apprehension.  "All you have to do
is keep an eye on him and make sure he doesn't burn the place down. 
There's sandwiches and Coke in the fridge and he'll go to bed about 10."
"It's fine!" I said.  "I'll grab my stuff and I'll be there as soon as I
can.  What's your address?" He gave me it.  It was about 10 minutes away
from the hall.  "I'll call my mum, let her know where I'll be and I'll be
over as soon as I can." Keith sighed again, a huge weight lifted off his
shoulders.  "Thank you so much!" he gushed, ringing off.

   I smiled slightly.  I was going to be alone in a house with a little
Adonis for the whole night!  I'm pretty sure he'd be game, but I had to let
him come to me.  I'd let him know I was interested and that's it.  That
way, I know he would never tell.  I grabbed my bag and ran out the door,
speed dialling my mum mid-run.  "Mum?" I panted, "I'm, uh...  not going to
be home for a while."

   I explained the situation and my mum, while slightly apprehensive,
agreed that it was probably the only viable course of action.  She did,
however, make me promise to call her if anything at all happened.  I sighed
slightly.  While I love my mum unconditionally, she can be extremely
overbearing.  I finally rang off, just as I rounded the corner of the
street.  Their house was, of course, at the end of the street.  Sod's law.
Sweat was pouring out of my face as I ran into the driveway.

   It was a modest sized house for the area, not completely dissimilar to
my own.  I only registered fleetingly though, because I was already at the
door ringing the bell.  Almost as soon as I rang the bell, the door opened.
I was confronted with the slumped form of Keith, who looked completely
over-stressed.  "Grant!" he shouted, suddenly bringing me into his arms. 
He smelt like he hadn't washed in two days.  "Thank you so much again for
doing this!  The little scamp awaits in the living room." He waved his hand
at the door.  I stepped through and walked into the slightly askew front
room to find Matthew, doing a handstand in his jammies.

   He, of course, was shirtless, and wearing blue starred bottoms tied at
the waist to keep them from slipping.  I smiled as soon as I saw him. 
"Hey, Matthew!" I said, startling him.  He righted himself and looked over
towards me.  His face lit up.  "Grant!" he squealed, running over.  I held
out my arms and he jumped into them, almost knocking me off balance even
though I was prepared.  I put one hand on his bare back and another on his
rump, stabilising him.  His smooth skin and firm, flexing muscles felt so
good under my hands.

   "What are you doing here?" he squealed into my slightly sweaty, still
uniformed shoulder.  "He's here to look after you while I go and help
Auntie Pam and Uncle John!" Keith said, kissing his sons forehead. 
"Great!" Matthew squealed, squirming in my arms, the vibrations travelling
through my body and into my dick, making it rise up and rub against my
trousers.  I was beginning to tire, and my cock was becoming noticeably
hard, so I deposited the wriggling imp on the couch and turned to Keith. 
"Don't worry!" I said, attempting to sound confident.  "I'm sure we'll have
lots of fun!" Keith laughed.  "I'm not worried on that front.  Just make
sure he gets to bed by 10!" "Aww!" Matthew pouted.  "No aww's little man!"
Keith said firmly.  He withered and sat down, pout still out.

   "Now, Grant." he said, turning to me.  "My numbers on the counter,
there's sandwiches in the fridge, crisps and Cola in the cupboard.  Get him
to go for a shower at 9 and get him into bed at about 10.  Okay?"

   "Okay!" I said chirpily.  He clapped my shoulder.  "Good luck!" he said,
halfway out the door.  "I'll see you later little man!" he fired over my
shoulder.  "Bye!" Matthew shouted back.

   The door closed and the car began to drive away.  I smiled and turned
back to walk into the living room, realising where I was and what
opportunities lay ahead.  I clapped my hands together.  "So, Matthew." I
said, "What do you want to do?" He looked up at me, his head slightly
tilted and a wry smile on his lips.  "Well." he said.  "I think I need a
shower!" He wrinkled his nose.  "And by the smell of things, I think you
need one too!" he giggled.

   I laughed.  "I know!" I said, between snorts, "But, I'm really hungry so
I want to get some food first!" Matthew laughed and rubbed his belly.  "Me
too!" he said, bounding up off the sofa and running towards the kitchen.

   I followed him, watching his extremely pert bottom wiggle as he ran to
the fridge.  It was a beautiful sight, and it took all my willpower not to
jump him then and there.

   Only the thought of hurting him stopped me.  The one thing I would never
want to do to a boy snapped me out of my uncontrollable lust.

   Matthew opened the fridge and fished out sandwiches from the middle
shelf, plonking them on the breakfast bar.  "Cheese or ham?" he said as he
turned around.  "I'm easy!" I said, closing the fridge door.  He handed me
a ham one, plucked one of his own and began eating.  Sitting down on the
chair, he started gently swinging his legs.  I sat next to him and he
smiled up at me.  I smiled back and returned to eating my sandwich.

   "Grant?" Matthew squeaked.  "Hmm?" I said, my mouth full of sandwich. 
"I wanted to ask you something." he said, a slight note of terror in his
voice.  I looked down at his scared face and my heart melted.  Placing my
hand on his shoulder, I began to sooth him.  "Hey, buddy.  You can ask me
absolutely anything you want and I won't judge you, laugh at you or tell
anyone." I said, rubbing his shoulder.  "As long as you do the same for
me." His eyes widened.  "Really?" he questioned.

   "Of course!" I said, raising my fist.  "That's what friends are for,
right?" "Right." he said, bringing his fist to mine.  "So what is it?" I
said, giving a little smile to try and put him at ease.

   He stared straight into me, and I nearly got lost in his blue pool
again. "Why is it that everyone's winky is bigger than mine?" he wimpered.
"Yours, my dad's, Fergus's..." he trailed off, looking about ready to cry.
My heart melted again, and I had to fight back my own tears.  I put out my
arms, and he shuffled into them.  I held him close and tight, and gently
rubbed his back.  I rested my chin on his head, and began to soothe again,
for the second time in as many minutes.  "Hey, hey." I whispered.  "It's
because you're only 9 years old, buddy!  You are actually very big for your
age, much bigger than I was.  Fergus is just a bit bigger.  You have a lot
more growing to do, so don't worry about it!" Matthew sniffled and mumbled
"Wow!  Really?"

   "Yep!" I said with a degree of levity.  "Your winky is very beautiful
and won't be that size forever!  It will be very appealing to girls
extremely soon!" I joked.

   "Eww!" he screwed up his nose.  "Girls are stinky!" I clapped him on the
shoulder.  "Right answer!" I laughed.

   He smiled at me.  "Thanks for answering me." he said, "There are a few
things that I can't ask my dad." I patted his shoulder.  "No problem,
buddy." I said back, grabbing another sandwich.

   Matthew did the same, and with a mouthful of sandwich, mumbled "I've had
enough.  Want to watch a movie?"

   "Sure!" I said, "What have you got in mind?" His face lit up and he ran
upstairs.  He returned a few seconds later with a classic Pokémon movie.  I
forget which one, but the last time I had watched it was long ago. 
"Great!" I said, mirroring my thoughts, "I haven't seen that in years!" He
beamed, ran into the sitting room and put the DVD in.  As it started up, I
sat down on the big sofa.  Matthew fiddled about for a bit, giving me
another nice view of his behind and, sensationally, a bit of builders
crack.

   My boner made another appearance, pulsing angrily at me, begging for
release.  Matthew turned around finally and sat next to me, and as the
movie started, he kept sneaking surreptitious glances at my crotch.  He
also began to slowly edge closer to me.  It was all I could do to keep my
eyes on the telly while this little Adonis was practically salivating.

   I decided to speed things along a little bit, so I gently stretched out,
sniffed my armpits, said "God, I need to change!" and pulled my brigade
shirt off.

   Matthew gasped, drinking in my torso.  While I would never consider
myself fit, constant running around and walking to school kept me
reasonably fit.  Thanks to my dad's genes, I was very hairy, a large
dusting of ginger hair all over my chest, armpits and belly.  It was
obvious that he hadn't seen another man properly with his shirt off other
than his dad, because the first words out of his mouth were "Wow!  You're
so hairy!" I laughed.  "I suppose." I said, "Probably not as hairy as your
dad though!" He looked at me strangely.

   "No actually." he said, "My dad's got no hair anywhere!" "Well, some men
are like that!" I replied, stretching out my arm.  Matthew took the hint.
He edged closer to me and put his head on my forearm.  I placed my hand on
his shoulder and pulled him a little closer, returning my attention to the
TV.

   As I watched, my little imp decided to edge even closer to me, resting
his head on my chest, my side touching his.  The feeling of skin on skin
was incredible, but the sudden feeling of Matthews hand on my chest was
even better.  He seemed fascinated with the hair on my chest and kept
playing with it.  His touch was incredibly soothing, and with a big yawn, I
realised how tired I actually was.

   Matthew looked up with his big blue puppy eyes, and whispered "Tired
already?" "Yep, sorry bud!" I said, pulling him a little closer.  "Do you
want to get off me?" He just smiled, sighed and said "Hmm...It's okay.  I
like this." I sighed along with him, the tendrils of sleep threatening to
grab me and tug me into oblivion.  My eyelids began to droop and before I
knew it, I was out like a light.  My last concious registration was the
wriggling form of Matthew adjusting his head onto my belly, sighing happily
and smacking his lips.

   I was standing in a beautiful meadow, on a wonderfully warm day.  The
grass was soft and malleable under my feet, and as I looked up, I could see
a little boy running up to me.  As he got closer, I realised he was naked,
his little wrinkled nutsack swaying freely with his little boner sticking
straight out in front of him.  With a start I realised.  It was Matthew!

   As he got closer, I could see the strands of his platinum blonde hair
catching the sunlight, making his hair glow and ripple like waves of gold.
He seemed to know he looked beautiful, and loved every second of it, for as
soon as he got close enough, he jumped, arms outstretched towards me.  I
caught him nimbly and squeezed him tight, his muscles flexing as he did the
same.  His little boner poked me in the stomach and my boner slid in
between his legs, encased in his thighs, rubbing up his buttcrack.  As I
slid my pole, the flowing precum lubricated the area and I sped up.  With
every thrust, Matthews shaft poked into my belly and he squeaked.  Faster
and faster my boner thrust, higher and higher my boys voice went.  Suddenly
he stopped and his body shook in an explosive dry orgasm.  The shaking took
me off the edge and I was spun into oblivion.  It felt like 10 huge shots
that flew out of my peeslit and onto his sweaty back.

   I felt a sudden jolt as my whole body convulsed me back to reality.  My
over stimulated senses slowly settled and I gradually became aware of my
surroundings.  I felt something warm at my side, and something long,
slender and hard under my hand.  I also felt something sticky under my
crotch.  Shit!  Adrenaline shot through my body as I realised I had just
had a wet dream for the first time in 3 years.  I gently moved the sleeping
form away from my body.  He snorted in his sleep and let out a gentle sigh
as I repositioned him.

   I turned the TV off and tiptoed to the bathroom.  I pulled my dress
trousers off and rolled them into a ball, intent on stuffing them in the
bottom of the washing pile later on.  I grabbed some toilet paper and wiped
myself as best I could, picking stray blobs of dried cum from my pubes. 
Catching a look at my crotch, I made a mental note to trim myself, then
turned away.  I flushed the toilet and crept towards the living room,
grabbing my bag.  I bent down to fish my gym shorts out, and heard an
impish giggle from behind me.

   "Nice butt!" Matthew laughed.

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