Date: Sun, 13 Apr 2014 18:23:40 +0000 From: Nice Guy Subject: My Little Brigade Boy 1 Niceguy98 Chapter 1 - The Beginning ---------------------------------------------------------- When I walked into the hall on that fateful Monday night, I was in my full uniform, freshly shaved, smiling like a madman. I laid eyes on my Lieutenant, a formidable old woman whom the boys knew as Mrs Dacker, but everyone else called her Val. I smiled by way of a greeting and she smiled back. "Ah Grant!" she enthused, shaking my hand warmly. "Good to have you on board!" "Happy to be here!" I replied. She started to go through everything we were going to do that night, and how old the boys were (8-10 years) as all the boys began to file in and began to run around, screaming and laughing in the way only young boys can. I have always thought that young kids are always more tuned in to the wavelength of the world than the rest of us. Being 14, I never wanted to lose touch with that, which became part of my motivation for coming here. I was assigned my squad of 6 little beaming boys, and introduced myself to all of them. They were all extremely cute, but one little boy stood out from all the rest. He stood at about 3.5 feet tall, could be about 3 or 4 stone sodding wet, but what struck me the most was his face. His electric blonde hair sat perfectly without any obvious effort, his beautiful blue eyes were always sparkling and his ruby red lips were permanantly set in a smile. When I introduced myself to him, he gave me a squeaky "Hi." and looked pretty scared of me. I kneeled down to his level and raised my fist. "Don't worry, I won't bite!" I said. He seemed to believe me and brought his fist to mine, giving me that cute smile. I stuck my tongue out and he giggled. It looked like we were going to get on just fine. Any further banter was cut off by the arrival of the other teenage helpers, Craig, Stewart and Gordon. I straightened up and greeted them with a handshake. Val assigned them their squads and the evening began. We started with an opening prayer. I had never really given them much thought or weight, so I didn't do anything while everyone else bowed their heads and the boys put their hands together. I panned my eyes around the room, looking for anything interesting. When my eyes settled at the end of my row, I saw my blonde bombshell with one eye open, looking around. When he saw me looking at him, his eyes widened. I just winked at him and he visibly relaxed. I smiled at him and he smiled back. We were now bonded by secret. The prayer ended and no-one was any the wiser. Val decided that we were going to play basketball first, and, being an "impoverished" organisation, they didn't have proper basketball nets. And, being the most junior helper monkey, I was volunteered to be the net. I stood with a hoop at arms length, while boys ran around in front of me and attempted to get it into the net. When no-one was looking, I was a little cheeky and moved the hoop to let them get a point. About halfway through the game, my blonde bombshell decided he was going to be a defender, so he stood, right underneath the net, uncomfortably close to my crotch, batting away the basketball. I'm pretty sure he didn't mean it, but his cute little butt kept crashing into my groin, and, being an always horney 14 year old, I immediatley popped a boner. By fate, my cock was arranged in my pants so that it wasn't that noticable. But, it would appear that my little blonde bombshell did notice, by the way he was bumping into me. When the game ended, he looked over and winked at me. I winked back, but inside I was reeling. What is that little boy going to think? Will he tell anyone? I spent the rest of the night worrying, in the back of my mind, about what was going to happen. The end of the night came extremely quickly, and all the boys began to leave. Everyone else except Val began to leave as well. I was starting to leave, then I noticed that my little blonde boy was standing slightly limply on his own. I was confused, so I went up to him and I kneeled onto my haunches. "Hey!" I said, "Who's coming to pick you up?" He looked up at me with confusion in his eyes and fear written on his face. "I...I don't know!" he stuttered. "My...My dad's supposed to be but...but...but." His bottom lip started trembling. My heart melted. I put my hand on his shoulder and gently guided him to a chair. "Hey, hey." I consoled. "I'm sure your dad will be here soon. Don't worry about it!" He looked up at me and saw my smiling face, and seemed to be comforted. "What's your name, buddy?" I said, rubbing his shoulder. "Ma..Matthew." he said, not fully recovered yet. "Well, Matthew." I soothed, "I'm Grant. And I'm going to stay with you until your dad comes, OK?" He looked up at me, astonishment written on his face. "Really?" he gasped. "But...But don't you have to go home?" I pulled out my phone. "It's okay." I said, "I'll just text my mum and let her know I'm going to be late." His concerned face stretched into a relieved smile. He grasped my hand and squeezed in appreciation. "Thank you!" he whispered. "No problem, little buddy." I said back, squeezing too. I happened to look up and I saw Val staring straight at us both. My face must have registered fear or concern, because she just smiled and said "Don't worry, I'll call your dad and see where he is." I smiled in relief and Matthew uttered his thanks to Val, who turned away and began busying herself with her mobile. Matthew, having made his ease with me, began nattering away about everything and anything. I interjected, registered interest, smiled and laughed at appropriate points and ended up finding out a lot more at him. He was going to breakdancing classes, and was constantly practising. His mum and dad weren't living together and he normally lived with his mum nearer where he went to school. He got on well with both his mum and his dad, but he found his dad a bit annoying. Of course, that was the moment his dad chose to walk in. "Hey bud!" he boomed, making the both of us jump out of our skins. "DAD!" he shouted, jumping off his chair and running over to him. His dad brought his hand onto his sons back and squeezed his shoulderblade. "I'm really sorry I'm late. I got stuck in traffic on the back road!" he said, kissing the top of his forehead. Matthew pulled his face out of his dad's side and beamed up at him. "It's okay, Dad! Grant's been looking after me!" he laughed, pointing at me. "Oh is that right?" he said back, extending his hand. I took it and shook it firmly. "I'm his squad leader." I explained. "Ah!" he praised. "Going the extra mile. Kudos!" "Thanks." I blushed. He laughed. "Well, I'd better get the scamp home!" he said, starting to usher him out of the door. "Wait!" Matthew said, pulling away from his dad. He came up to me and raised his fist. I brought it up to his and ruffled his hair. "See you, kiddo!" I whispered, winking at him. "Bye!" he waved, running back to his dad. I waved, watched them go and sighed happily. Val turned to me and smiled. "He is nice, isn't he?" she said. I turned back to her, smiling. "He is, and very sporty too!" I said back. I helped Val pack up the rest of her stuff and started to walk home. All the way, all I could think of was Matthew. My boner returned and angrily pulsed at me until I managed to get to my room. As soon as I had shut my bedroom door, I shucked my trousers, shirt and socks and bounded onto my bed. I hooked my underwear under my balls and began jacking my 7 inch uncut boner in earnest. I usually had several young sluts from porn videos to fuel my fantasies, but now, all I could think off was that little pert ass of his. How much I wanted to see that little ass naked, how much I wanted to squeeze and massage those little globes and dive right in between them... The familiar feeling came, but a thousand times stronger. Five enormous shots shot all over my chest and stomach, loads more than I normally did. I sighed in ecstacy. "Wow." I whispered, just before the tendrils of sleep grabbed me. "What has that kid done to me..." ----------------------------------------------------------- End Of Chapter 1 Any comments/constructive critisism to niceguy0398@gmail.com Check out my other story "Highland Flings": http://www.nifty.org/nifty/gay/camping/highland-flings Nifty needs your help to stay alive and continue delivering wonderful stories, so donate what you can. http://donate.nifty.org/donate.html