Date: Wed, 18 Jun 2014 21:43:53 +0000 From: Nice Guy Subject: My Little Brigade Boy 18 Niceguy98 Chapter 18 - A Hero's Welcome --------------------------------------------------------- He looked incredibly cute in his BB polo, jumper and black tracksuit bottoms. The look of dogged determination in his bright blue eyes as he leant on his crutches scared me for a moment. I briefly registered Keith walking towards the main hall, before I was snapped back to the room. My squad went crazy as he took his place behind them, hugging him and gently slapping his back. Matthew looked a little bit embarrassed, but put up with it as he limped into position. I gave him a concerned look, as if to say "Are you okay?" He just smiled, and that reassured me. The music started, Val called us through, the boys and parents quietened down and we marched into the room. We marched into position and I quickly panned my eyes over the room before standing to attention. Three sides of the room were covered with chairs, three quarters filled with beaming parents, doting grandparents and bored-looking kids. Keith exchanged a grin with me from the left hand side, and the stage had a large table set with an enormous pile of trophies and four chairs. On the left hand side was our Captain, one of my oldest friends dad's. The middle chairs were filled with two board members: the treasurer and our secretary. The right hand seat sat the Scottish Vice-President of the Boys Brigade himself, who was actually an extremely nice man, despite his lofty stature in the Brigade. Val introduced us all and we got into playing our games. We always played team basketball on parent's night, and occasionally got parents to be the nets instead of us, which is always entertaining. After a while, we all formed up again, slightly sweaty from our exertions, and Val began to liberally distribute the awards. Best Squad went to Gordon's squad. Best 1st Year Boy went to Alex, under a massive cheer from our team and an enormous grin from him. Best 2nd Year Boy went to another boy in Craig's squad. Fergus got his Endeavour award alongside 5 other boys, along with Perfect Attendance, which he shared with 3 other people. There was only one trophy left to give out: Best Boy. Val held it up and paused for dramatic effect. "Ladies and gentlemen, the Best Boy award goes to... Matthew!" Matthew gasped, a massive grin on his face, while the place went absolutely wild. Everyone was on their feet. The boys forgot themselves for a moment, and began jumping up and down whilst clapping their hands. He limped forward to the Vice-President, who had tactfully come down from the stage to save him the trip. Matthew gratefully shook his hand, and accepted the trophy, but unsuccessfully attempted to balance it on one of his crutches. I stepped forward and steadied it before he dropped it. Matthew looked up at me gratefully and we walked back to our spaces. I set it down in front of him, exchanged a little smile with him and stood back to position. I was expecting it to be the end of the night, but, apparently, Val had other ideas. She produced a small blue box from underneath the table and held it in her hand. "Ladies and gentlemen, I may have told a little white lie about that being the last award." she began, to good-natured laughter from everyone. "There is one more, and it's an extremely unusual one. The whole national Boys Brigade only gives this award out once in a blue moon! It is awarded when one of our boys performs a truly selfless act." She gestured for Matthew to come forward. He complied, and Val stood next to him, placed the box in his hand and placed a hand on his shoulder. "Doubtless you have heard what happened to young Matthew last week. He was run over outside this very hall, and lapsed into a coma. Even then, this boy refused to give up. He stayed right by his side the whole time, forgoing everything else. He is most likely the person most deserving of this award we have ever had." She paused for a moment to wipe a tear from her eye. Matthew was biting his bottom lip, gripping the box like his life depended on it. "If you would step forward, Lance Corporal Robertson, to receive your award?" An enormous cheer went up, and everyone shot to their feet. My mind began to spin, but my muscles steered me towards the smiling, teared up form of Matthew. I stuck out my hand, attempting to follow protocol, but Matthew was having none of it. He grabbed me around the waist and squeezed tightly. I knelt down and grabbed him by the waist as well, trying to keep the tears from falling. He held me for the longest time, as the background thumps grew ever louder, before letting me go and handing me the box. I opened it, and saw the BB Crest set on a blue heart-shaped medal, with the words "Terrance Macleoud Memorial Medal for Bravery" Attempting to slip back into protocol, he began to speak, "This is in recognition of your act of selflessness, L...Lance Corporal. Y...You are a credit to the Company, y...your parents, and the Brigade." I straightened back up, gave him my crispest salute, dropped him a sly wink, then turned to my right. The thumping had receded to the background, and I was aware of Val, the Vice President, the Captain and the board members lined up beside Matthew. I shook hands with all of them in turn, and they praised me incessantly. It was a little embarrassing, but I bore it. Matthew gave me a little thumbs up as we walked back to our places. Val dismissed us all with a huge smile, and my whole squad ran towards me and grabbed onto me. I ended up with Jamie on my front, Alex on my back, Fergus and Aidan on my arms and Angus on my leg. Laughter permeated the room as I lost my balance and fell heavily onto my bum. I registered a flash of light, and turned my head to be confronted with a camera lens attached to Andy, the Junior Section leader and resident photographer. You can always rely on someone to have a camera right when you least want it. The boys finally let me go, but not before squeezing me extremely tightly. I stood up, patted myself down, and composed myself for a lot of handshaking and polite kow-towing. It was quite entertaining for me, pretending I was an adult for half an hour while boys ran about around our feet, fighting the urge to growl like a bear and run after them. As I was just about to leave, Keith came up to me. I grabbed him into a hug and whispered, "You and Matthew were in on that, weren't you?" He giggled a little. "Guilty as charged!" he said. "Val called me yesterday, and I told Matthew about it after you left." I grabbed a cup and began to pour some Irn-Bru into it. "Well, I certainly don't deserve it." I said, bringing the cup to my lips. Keith just laughed, bringing his cup to his lips. "You probably are one of the only people who actually deserves it!" Before I could mete out another humble comment, I felt two little arms wrap around my waist and a little face go into the small of my back. "Guess who?" Alex giggled. I pretended to think, while Keith nearly chocked on his drink. "Hmm... Is is Miley Cyrus?" He emitted a loud "Eww!" which made me laugh. "Oh I know!" I said, turning around and grabbing his waist. "Alex!" He jumped up and grabbed my shoulders to stabilise himself. He flashed that little toothy grin of his, and I fought the urge to plant a kiss on those wonderful little lips. "You looking forward to next week?" I asked, making do with gently swiping his fringe out of his eyes. "It's going to be so much fun!" he giggled. He began to squirm, so I set him down. He grabbed by shoulder to pull me down, and he whispered, "We'll be having some fun too, won't we?" My cock instantly blew up in my pants, but I kept it together (sort of) and winked at him. "I guess so!" I whispered back, "But we'll need to wait till the barbecue starts so we can sneak off!" He giggled a little, then turned to Keith. "Will Matthew be coming too?" he asked, rocking back and forth on his feet. Keith smiled. "He'll be coming along later on for the barbecue, but he won't come with you on the trip, as his crutches may be a little impractical in the mud!" Alex stopped rocking, and began to look a little crestfallen. I grabbed his shoulder, and knelt down. "I don't want to leave his side either, bro. But I can guarantee you that if Matthew were to come with us, he won't have any fun humphing his cast around the fields!" "I guess so." he said, smiling a little. Keith grabbed my shoulder and tapped it gently. "Well, I guess we should be off!" he said grandly, as I noticed that Matthew had suddenly appeared under his arm. "I guess I'll see you guys at the barbecue!" Matthew chirped, looking at Alex and I. Alex disengaged from me and ran up to Matthew. "I'll see you next week, bro." he whispered, quickly looking around before planting a kiss on his cheek. Matthew patted his arm. "I'm looking forward to it." The next week couldn't have come fast enough. It was an early start, but I had been up for quite some time thinking about everything that could happen, and furiously masturbating at the thoughts. Amalgamations of every single encounter I had had with those wonderful little nymphs crashed through my mind, the memory of the dopamine intensifying my hand movements. I had packed my bag the night before with my lunch, camera and wet weather stuff, since the forecast was to be rain. But, at the bottom of the bag, under the false bottom I had crafted many years ago to hide sweets in school, lay a tube of lubricant, three packets of tissues, and an SD card. I woke up bright and early, slightly manic from the sleep deprivation, and three coffees and a bagel later I was out the door and being driven up to the park. Val was already there, and so was Gordon. It was then I found out that, due to the fact they had exams the next day, Craig and Stewart were staying in to study. But, no matter. The group was getting split in two anyway by squad. As the boys trickled in in groups of three and four, they were split into their groups. My entire squad, with the exception of Matthew, were there and practically vibrating with anticipation, Alex probably more so than anyone else. We were introduced to our guide for the day, a tall Bear Grylls type called Cliff, and we set off for the forest. We played team building games and stealth games. We all painted our faces with mud and led a successful "ambush" against the other team, then broke for lunch. I sat down on a vaguely clean patch of ground and Alex sat next to me. He had a yellow cap on, which contrasted brilliantly with his grubby face, and I almost laughed out loud. "Brilliant camouflage, buddy!" I snorted. He just looked up at the brim of his cap and giggled. I gently flicked the cap lid and he giggled harder. The mood suddenly turned serious as he bit his bottom lip to try and get his giggling under control. His two front teeth were missing and, despite the fact he had mud all over his face, he ended up bewitching me, holding my gaze like a pro. I looked around quickly, making sure no one was watching, then leant forward and kissed his grubby cheek. He squirmed happily and stuck his tongue out. "I have to pee!" he announced, standing up to pat himself down. "Me too." I whispered. As I stood up, he grabbed my hand with his hot little hand and we walked together to a tree far out of sight or sound of the group and the path. ----------------------------------------------------------- End Of Chapter 18 Any comments/constructive criticism to niceguy0398@gmail.com Check out my stories at: http://www.nifty.org/nifty/authors.html#niceguy Nifty needs your help to stay alive and continue delivering wonderful stories, so donate what you can. http://donate.nifty.org/donate.html