Date: Sun, 20 Apr 2014 21:45:42 +0000
From: Nice Guy <niceguy0398@gmail.com>
Subject: My Little Brigade Boy 3

Niceguy98
Chapter 3 - 20 Minutes

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As soon as he got into the small hall, he found the biggest space possible and started doing handstands.
I wasn't surprised, and felt a little twinge every time he did it because, in true break dancer style, he hadn't tucked in his shirt.
His beautifully pale stomach and tiny puffy nipples were revealed in all their stretched glory every time he made a move.
My mind was on overdrive, attempting to preserve the wonderful sights in front of me.

I sat down at the side and became a one man crowd, cheering him on every time he finished a move and hissing in sympathy when he fell over.
Matthew seemed to lap up the attention I was giving faster than I could dish it out, and he had his trademark smile on every time he made eye contact with me.
The rest of the time, that cute little tongue of his was stuck out in concentration.

Eventually he tired of his exercises and sat down next to me.
Out of sheer reflex, I put my hand on his shoulder.
To my eternal surprise, he snuggled up and rested his head into my side, closing his eyes and smiling contentedly, his body heat radiating like a furnace.

I dropped my hand to his chest and held fast.
"You ok, buddy?" I whispered, starting to gently rub.

"Yeah." he sighed, "Just a little tired."

This was the first time I had seen him without all his youthful boundless energy inside him.
"Strenuous day?" I said casually.
He smiled slightly.

"Something like that..." he said, placing his arm behind my back.
"What did you get up to?" I asked, feeling his hand snake around to my other side.
"Oh..." he yawned, "Just the usual. It was after school that was really tiring."
"Why, because of this?" I said, not really catching on.

He opened his eyes and gave me a little impish smile.
"Nope!" he giggled. "It wasn't that!"
"Then what was it?" I whispered, growing exasperated.
His face went beet red and he started giggling uncontrollably.
"I...I can't tell you what it was!" he said, between gasps for breath.

"Oh go on!" I encouraged, "I won't tell anyone!"
He looked right into my eyes for a beat, then raised his pinky and bit his lip.
"Pinky swear?" he said innocently.
I brought my pinky to his and shook it warmly.
Satisfied, he raised himself up on the chair, leaned on my shoulder and whispered in my ear.
"I played with Fergus'es winky after school today!" he said.

Any delusions of innocence I had about him vanished instantly.
My chest tightened, my arms clenched and my mouth uttered surprise.
Matthew looked up at me, his eyes wide and his face set in a fearful gasp.
"You ok?" he whispered.
I instantly felt guilty.

Mentally slapping myself back to reality, I resumed rubbing his chest.
"Yeah, kiddo. You just surprised me, that's all!" I said guiltily.
"Why?" he said, an eyebrow raised.
"Well, I'm just surprised you trust me that much to tell me something like that!" I said, shrugging my shoulders.
He snuggled into me, burying his nose into the folds of my jumper.
"I think you're cool." he mumbled. "And you are my squad leader!"
I giggled slightly at his simplistic logic.
"I'm glad." I said, gently poking his stomach.
He giggled, setting me off again. What I wouldn't give to hear that laugh again.

My logical brain told me not to ask him this, but my limbic system overrode it.
"What was it like?" I asked.
He looked up at me and smiled.
"It was really good!" he said, closing his eyes.
"We were up in my room and Fergus was playing with his winkie through his trousers.", he continued, as I looked on open-mouthed.
"So I dared him to show me his winky and he said he would if I did it too. So we both got our winkies out!"

My jaw dropped.
"His was so much bigger than mine!" he giggled.
"Well, he is taller than you!" I laughed awkwardly.
He snorted.
"Yeah. Then he asked me if he could touch it. And I said 'okay. As long as I can too!'. So we did and it felt really good!" he smiled wistfully.

Somehow, my jaw dropped even further as my mind went into overdrive, picturing the scene in my minds eye, effectively paralysing me as all my energies went into picturing this incredibly hot encounter.
Predictably, the only thing that wasn't paralysed was my cock.
Matthew's beautiful giggle surfaced again, dragging me out of my perverted dream.
"Did I do that?" he asked, pointing at the obvious lump in my trousers.

"Erm..." I stammered. "Ye...Yeah you did buddy!"
The giggle came again.
"It made me do that as well!" he laughed, pointing at his crotch.
Sure enough, his little trousers had a discernible bulge.
My dick started flexing painfully against my trousers, possibilities crashing through my minds eye.

"Wow!" I gasped, trying to stay composed. "I did something like that with my friend when I was just a little older than you!"
At that moment, the front door slammed and a shouted "Matthew?" came drifting into the room.
Matthews face lit up and he jumped up from the chair.
As his dad walked in, Matthew crashed into his belly.
"Hey bud!" he laughed, "I missed you too!"
He raised his head.
"Has this little reprobate been giving you trouble?" he fired at me, grinning.

I stood up, trying to cover my boner.
"No. No!" I said, "He's been good as gold!" I said warmly.
"Yeah!" Matthew piped up, "I was telling him all about what I did with Fergus!"

His fathers streaky blonde eyebrows shot to the ceiling.
"Oh really?" he said, "And is that why he's badly trying to cover up his crotch?"
My face flushed scarlet and my cock deflated in embarrassment.
His dad just laughed.
"Oh, don't worry!" he said, "It did the same thing to me."

It took me a few seconds to process what he had just said. Even then I refused to believe it.
I felt like an idiot for stuttering out a confused "Wh...What?"
Matthew just uttered another impish giggle.
He untangled himself from his dad and grabbed my elbow, pulling my head down.
"Don't worry!" he whispered, kissing my cheek as he did so. "He's on the level!"
His dad put out his hand. I took it.
"See you next week!" he said, bringing his other hand over.
"I look forward to it, sir!" I said, trying to ignore the soft but strong grip.

He squeezed slightly harder. I recognised the character test and didn't flinch.
"Please, call me Keith!" he said warmly.
He finally let go and fired a "Bye!" over his shoulder as he walked away, with a firm grasp on his son's shoulder.

I just stood there, dumbstruck, my mouth open, my brain spinning at the billion and one permutations of what had just happened.
Somehow, my limbs steered me home before my brain caught up with it, and the next thing I knew, I was in bed, pants around my ankles, wanking myself into oblivion.
Matthew came into my mind again, that kiss still lingering on my cheek, his warm breath lingering on my cheek as his voice came through my head.
The liberal father who was so hard over, and had an extremely strong hand.
I exhaled as my mind stuck his blonde mop on some random pornstars body. What I wouldn't give to see it.

But they was joined by the taller lanky frame of Fergus, his beautiful green eyes sparkling as he played with his best friends dick, the cutest look of concentration on his face.
Having absolutely no idea what it looked like, my mind went wild.
Was it cut? Was it uncut? How much longer was it than Matthews? For some reason, my mind gave him a 7 inch dick completely out of proportion with the rest of his body.
As I pounded faster and faster, Alex swept them both away with my crazy visions of what his dick looked like.

A few million pins and needles came rushing up and pulled the sperm from my balls.
I exploded with an enormous force all over myself and the bed.
I just about had the energy to cover myself with the bedclothes before I fell asleep, imps on my mind.

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End Of Chapter 3
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