Date: Sun, 28 Dec 2014 22:51:04 +0000 From: Nice Guy Subject: Fumble And Tumble Niceguy98 ---------------- Fumble and Tumble - A Short Story ---------------- The enrolment service was something that everybody hated, but it was a necessary cross to bear (pardon the pun) if we were to be a part of the Boys Brigade. Exams and schoolwork had piled high, and I couldn't seem to make time to spend alone with either of my beautiful little scamps. I had to make do with fleeting fist pumps and hair ruffling. I mean, they could get together any time they wanted, and satisfy their rampant pre-teen libidos quite effectively. As for me, I was stuck with my right hand. As you could probably tell, I wasn't really enjoying the service. I wouldn't have anyway, but the fact that I had a mountain of homework waiting for me when I got back made it much worse. Matthew and Alex were sitting in front of me for the whole service. It was quite enjoyable, truth be told, if a little hard on my trousers. See, the pews had half of the back cut out of them, meaning you could only rest your shoulder blades against them. It was uncomfortable, but it had an added bonus. Those two beautiful, torturous, wiggling behinds were in my eyeline every single time I bowed my head, which, of course, being church, was quite a lot. Matthew had on these black waisted boxers, that seemed a little too big for him. Obviously he had just gotten them. Alex, meanwhile, had on a pair of incredibly frayed white boxers, that betrayed an ever-so-slight glimpse of smooth crack. It had been far too long since camp, and that... interesting sleepover. My mind, for some reason, was intent on casting me back to right after breakfast. We had all gone back upstairs, this time without all the gentle tipsy molestation, and were trying to allocate who would go for a shower first, finally settling on a rota. I went first with Oscar, who seemed titillated with the idea of showering with someone. "It's been ages since I took baths with my brothers! I miss it so much!" he had remarked. He got into the shower first, and it was thankfully plenty big for both of us thanks to the fact it was a hybrid shower-bath. "You want to wash me?" Oscar giggled, wiggling his behind at me as I stepped in the shower. My boner made itself known quite quickly, obviously. I smiled and said "Sure, wee man!" He just giggled, and handed me the soap. I squeezed a generous amount onto my hand and swiped over his head with the shower wand, wetting his hair, and making him sigh. I splatted the gel on his head and began to lather it up, noticing that his little noodle had sprung back to attention. I smirked a little, and turned him around to face me, so I could wink at him. His hair had been suitably lathered, so I began work on his lithe little body, eliciting giggles at every opportunity. I finally had the opportunity to inspect that wonderful skin up close, and I had no intention of wasting it. I started suddenly. Everyone stood up, and I stood up a heartbeat slower, silently thanking common sense for making me wear a t-shirt under my dress shirt. I think Alex and Matthew realised I was staring, without even looking back. They couldn't stop smiling, but had the sense to keep their giggles under control. This overwhelming sense of paranoia overtook me, and I looked around me. Thankfully, everyone seemed to be completely enraptured with either the service, or their own shoes. So much of my mind was screaming at me to try and have a little fumble with my little torturous demi-gods. Nothing overt, mind you. A little brush. An accidental grope. Nobody would be any the wiser. I pinched myself and sighed quietly. "You okay?" I looked around. Cameron stared back at me, a concerned look creasing his brow. The only other living soul in the world who I trusted to know about my escapades. He followed where my eyes were before, and glanced down at my crotch, before a little smile broached his lips. "Don't worry. I'll give you some 'assistance' with your problem in a bit!" My eyes couldn't have been wider. I had just set him up with someone, a rather wonderful, captivating, slightly crazy girl who had just moved here, at his request, mind you, and here he was, propositioning me, for the first time in three years, no less! It was almost too much to take in. "W...W..what about..." I stuttered. "You mean Jen?" I nodded dumbly. "Dude. Article 1 of the Bro Code specifically states that a bro comes before a ho!" I smirked slightly. "Besides, I think it's time we go out with a bang, don't you?" He put his hand on the top of mine, as he sat down, leaning closer to me. "We've both got that special someone now, don't we? Or in your case, two special someone's!" he whispered, gesturing knowingly. "I'll see you tonight, 4pm, at our tree." he winked. I nodded, and we said nothing more to each other until the service concluded, beyond the odd snide remark or witty comment. I embraced him, and he left, since he had no rank and had no other obligations beyond this point. Lucky sod. I had to stay for a while longer, since all the high-ups from all over the Battalion were chatting away to each other. The coffee, thankfully, was plentiful. About 15 minutes after the service, I realised that Matthew and Alex were sitting, slightly limply, at the side of the hall, eating sandwiches. I walked over, they saw me, and their faces lit up. I gave a little smile, and sat down. Matthew gave out an exaggerated yawn. "This is seriously boring, isn't it?" Alex looked at him, to me, and copied my smirk. "You know what would liven it up? Someone running through the middle of it naked!" I bent double, my belly hurting from the silent spasms. "I'm pretty sure it'd give everyone a coronary!" I heaved. Matthews grin grew more pronounced, and the look in his eyes shifted. "I guess we'll have to settle for being naked upstairs in the old vestry then!" It took me a second to realise they weren't joking, by which time, they stood up, clapped me on either shoulder, and in perfect sync, whispered, "See you in ten minutes!" Those little teases! I gave it a few minutes, downed some tepid coffee to calm my nerves, and stealthily slipped out of the room. I walked up the dim stairs, a slight stab of light coming through the skylight to illuminate the unlit corridor. One of the doors at the end was ajar, and as I walked closer, I noticed the faded "Vestry" sign above the door and walked in. The two of them were sitting on one of the sofa, hands all over each other, making out furiously. My already turgid cock started to hurt. Matthew, through his slobbering, noticed me and smiled. "Look who decided to show up!" he laughed. Alex spun around, jumped up and into my arms, attacking my face with his lips. I sank into him, and felt a little pair of hands paw at my crotch, attempting to loosen my trousers. Thankfully, it was a snap belt, and he undid it with ease. Alex patted my shoulders, and I put him down. "Sit on the couch!" he commanded. I smirked a little, but complied, and put my hands to my crotch. "No!" Matthew asserted, slapping my hand away. "No touching!" "Let us rock your world!" Alex whispered, completely seriously. "Close your eyes." Matthew whispered. I obeyed, and heard the rustling of fabric. I was so tempted to open my eyes, but didn't, wanting to follow their rules. To a point. I cracked my left eye open ever so slightly. Satisfied with the sight of two naked little boys about to go down on my cock, I leant back a little and re-closed my eyes. I heard two little giggles, a whispered "He looks happy" and two velvet suction cups on either side of my cock. I let out an involuntary sigh of elation. "Good boys..." I hissed. "You know just how I like it!" One of the suction cups detached, and the other engulfed my cock, swallowing it in velvet squidginess from root to tip. I gave out a little giggle, as pleasure shot through my entire body. The other naked little guy unbuttoned my shirt, and pulled it off, before straddling my chest and sucking the life out of my face, grinding his little cocklet into my stomach, without any letup on my cock. His little tongue mashed against mine, and I grabbed his little butt and began to probe at his insides. He pulled away from my mouth. "Put your spermies in my mouth!" Alex whispered. I nodded, eyes still shut, and he resumed attacking my face, grabbing my hair as he got even more into it. So did Matthew, for that matter. He pulled up my legs, found my butthole with his dick, and shoved his dick in with all the finesse of a bull in a china shop. After the initial pain at the dry intrusion, and the groan I gave out into Alex's mouth, it started feeling pretty good. More than good, since he was going like a piston, the way only little boys can. Once Alex realised what was going on, he pulled away from me, licked my nose, and spun himself around on my chest, using his hands on my pecs as leverage. He thudded back down, and sunk that veteran velvet mouth down on my aching dick. I had no way of lasting any longer, since the stimulation from both ends was absolutely insane. I bit my lip to keep myself from screaming out, as the orgasmic groan of all three months of insufficient release came out. "Watch out, Alex." Matthew squeaked, drunk on endorphins. "He looks like he's gonna blow!" Alex moaned out over my cock, which sent my pleasure straight over the ball-drawing edge. I bucked right into him, and he was right there with me, catching every burning hot strand of cum right in his mouth. I filled him up neatly and nicely, and he didn't spill a drop. "Oh... good... good boys." I breathed out. The piston was still going, keeping the crest high for so, so much longer. With a quiet squeak, even that stopped, but I felt a little splash before it did. Not enough to leak, mind you, but just enough to make it all the more interesting. My little Brigade boys were growing up! Alex gently pulled off my dick, still not spilling a drop. He took one look at Matthew, and mashed his lips with his, opening his mouth and spitballing my seed with him. He pulled away, and took a position hovering over my mouth. With a smirk, he opened his mouth, letting the last of my seed drip from his mouth in one long string. I opened my mouth, and caught it nimbly, savouring every drop on my tongue before swallowing it back. Matthew giggled, and pulled out of me, grabbing Alex by the shoulder as he did so. With huge grins on our faces, we laid together, giggling and pecking at each other like we were in a drunken orgy. "We'd better get back, guys." I finally said, glancing at my watch. The entire encounter had taken less than ten minutes. We redressed as quickly as we were able, but I took a minute to ensure we all appeared presentable, and sprayed a little deodorant in the room and on ourselves, to attempt to mask the excessive sweat. After we had made ourselves presentable, we went back to the hall, where nobody had noticed we had gone. Just in time too. The minister was looking for me. I think he wanted some help with the churches ailing computer. It took about ten minutes to fix the problem, and another ten to show him how to prevent it in the future, and he thanked me profusely. The party had begun to wind down when we got back, so I started to walk the little ones home. I dropped Alex off first, since his house was closest, leaving me alone with Matthew. He grabbed my hand as we walked away from Alex's house. "Did you have fun at the service?" he asked, in the most innocent voice possible. I looked down at him, and grinned a little. "Surprisingly, I enjoyed it a lot more than I thought I would!" He snorted a little. "I heard you talking with Cameron." he added, "Never got a chance to talk to him before he left, but what did he mean when he said meet me at our tree?" I took a little moment to try and word my reply, before answering. "Cameron and I are best friends, and we used to share a lot of things with each other." "You mean you played with him?" Matthew gasped, gripping my hand. "Yep!" I smiled, "We played with each other for a long, long time, and I even lost my virginity to him!" "Wow!" "Yep!" I laughed, "But now we're a little older, we've found other people. Cameron found a lovely girl named Jen..." I took a breath, hitching slightly. "...and I found you guys!" I finished. "So, we decided to have one last romp together." Matthew looked away, deep in thought for a few moments, before he replied. "So, you guys are gonna not play around anymore?" "Pretty much. I mean, I love him, and care for him so much, but I know I don't like him in that way anymore. We grew up together, and it was amazing, but now it's almost over." "It's a bit sad." he stated, staring at the pavement. "It is a little, but you know what?" "Hmm?" I squeezed his hand. "You should never, ever be sad just because something is over. You should be happy because it happened, and make sure you always remember it." He raised his head, his eyes sparkling again. "Yeah!" he grinned, jumping up and pecking me on the cheek. We had managed to walk all the way to his house by that point. Just before he went inside, he jumped into my arms, whispered "Have fun!", and ran into his dad's arms. I waved to Keith, bade my goodbyes and began to walk home. When I got home, I collapsed on my couch, and happened to glance at my watch. 3.45pm. I sprung up with a renewed force and ran to my room, sprayed on more deodorant and threw some new clothes on, grabbed my jacket and started to walk to our tree. It was a bit of a slog, and had most likely been undiscovered by any of the local kids, bar the two of us. Cameron was there before me, and when he saw me approach, he stood up and smiled, holding a small crate of beer in his clenched hand, wearing an incredibly tight tank top and his favourite blue frayed jeans. "Where did you get those?" I asked incredulously. "Where else?" he laughed, pulling me into an embrace. "The same place I got our first beer." It had been a standing joke between the two of us for quite some time that his dad enjoyed the drink... a little too much of it on occasion, but thankfully, he had waited until he and his sister could fend for themselves before drinking himself into a stupor. We were a little more sensible than that, but not by much. Over the next four hours, we consumed the crate between us, plus the crisps and Irn Bru he had produced out of nowhere, reminiscing like mad over every little detail of that old tree. The stripped bark where we sharpened our sticks, the ring of dead weeds and brown ground where ten years of urine had taken it's toll on the soil, the rope swing where I had sliced open my kneecap, and Cameron had ruined his favourite jumper trying to stop the bleeding, the bush next to it, where we found a pack of condoms and a Playboy magazine, and our journey to orgasm properly started, the burn we had spent many lazy summer days throwing rocks into, plus a thousand more little details we were becoming too drunk to recall. The sun began to dip down behind the foliage, I sighed happily and laid back on the thoughtfully placed blanket. "I am far too out of it to walk home!" I giggled, swaying slightly as I sat up again. "I p..prepared for that!" he hiccuped. "I cleared it with our folks to be out tonight, and I brought this!" He fished into his bag of wonders and pulled out two sleeping bags, and a pop-up tent. He picked up the tent, unsnapped it and threw it to the ground, where it popped up into a two-person tent. We weren't exactly the Bear Grylls types. That done, he picked up the sleeping bags and brandished them at me. "They zip together." he laughed, as he tried to lay them out. I rolled up to help him, laying my own out. "I don't think we'll have much problem keeping warm, do you?" I winked. Once we were satisfied with the configuration of the sleeping bags, we stripped our outer layers off, took our muddy shoes off, and wriggled into the sleeping bags, and I zipped them together, putting my arm around him at the same time. "It's been a while, hasn't it?" he whispered, wiggling his clothed meat against mine as we got more comfortable. "It has." I whispered back, bashing my nose against his playfully. "If I recall, it was your 15th birthday party, right after everyone else had gone home." He smiled broadly at the memory, as the world around us faded to black. "You know the best way to keep the core body temperatures of two people in an enclosed sleeping bag up is to sleep naked?" I mentioned playfully. His smile broadened. "Horny bastard!" he noted, bridging the gap between our mouths, slower than continental drift. "Always looking for the way to get into a pretty boys pants." "Well," I replied, tasting the beer on Cameron's breath. "Only a... select few." He gave one last, fleeting smile, and our lips locked together. We hastened out of our clothes, pushing them to the bottom of the sleeping bag, having no further need for them. I could feel his soldier standing at attention right next to mine, so I flexed and whacked it against mine. He moaned his approval into my mouth, and grabbed our dicks together, mashing the heads into each others mounds as he did so. I giggled yet again, and tried to make a grab for his arse, but I was so uncoordinated, I ended up grabbing his upper leg. I disengaged from his mouth and turned around, presenting my behind to the dick that had so gently deflowered it, all those years ago. There was no talk of protection, we both knew we didn't have anything to worry about. He reached up, grabbed some Vaseline from his bag of tricks, and began to apply it to both his leaking dick and my accepting snatch. It didn't take that much, he lined up with my hole, and whispered "You ready?" "Give it to me, nice and hard." I asserted, closing my eyes and smiling. After one little snort of mild amusement, he smacked his dick into me, in one, solid, fluid movement. I was thankful for the mile of forest to cover up my animalistic scream of ecstacy. I couldn't even hear Cameron's moans over mine, I was so loud. This was interesting, on a whole new level. I was never allowed to scream out as much as I wanted to when having sex, on account of parents and neighbours. It added a whole new level to our already amazing lovemaking. Cameron had held fast, obviously concerned with my lusty moaning. "I said give it to me!" I shouted, grabbing his butt and nailing him even farther into my butt. He got the hint, and joined me in my carnal squealing, nailing me with a ferocity I had never seen before. It felt amazing. I have no idea why I wasn't screaming in pain. Maybe it was his long, dripping shaft nailing my love button with every thrust. Maybe it was his proximity to me as he screwed me, his sweaty, naked chest against my back. Whatever it was, we were in heaven. His thrusting picked up in pace. His mound was smacking against my ass with that gorgeous slapping noise that was unmistakable. The tent was filling with the sweet sounds of impassioned moans, and the tangy smell of butt, pheromones, and teenage sweat. No problems staying warm at all. As the temperature plummeted around us, the tent got ever hotter. Out of nowhere, Cameron froze, gave a strangled cry that sounded like an otter, and let rip. I felt at least four massive shots coat my insides, and felt the fullness of it envelop me, teasing me over the edge, slowly, carefully. My seed began to dribble out the end of my cock, in time with my snare-drum heartbeat. My brain had gone mad, elevating me to the stratosphere, with Cameron riding the waves right next to me. I gave out a long, drawn-out breath I didn't realise I was holding, as we came back to the cold ground and soft sleeping bag. "Whoa." I exhaled. Cameron gave out a giggle, and tightened his grip around me. I put my hand on his arm, and smiled a sleepy, drunken smile. He gave me one back, and, in a fit of post-orgasmic bliss, our eyelids drooped, and we fell into a deep, tender sleep. After Christmas, we were playing dodgeball, and I needed to go to the toilet. As I got my snake out and started peeing, I felt a presence next to me at the other urinal. I looked down, and Matthew was right there, smiling back up at me, his snake out and pulsing. I grinned back, he wandered over to a cubicle, and beckoned me over with his finger. Like a magnet, I was drawn to him, while he pulled his underwear down, his rigid dick bouncing up and down. He pointed at my bum, and wriggled his eyebrows. I just bent over the loo, kicked shut the door, and let him right at it. He slid in with an ease that betrayed my submission, and went like a piston that felt oh so familiar. The drooling from my cock was much faster and harder thanks to it, letting my minstrations feel so much better. It didn't take me long to bring myself over the edge, and Matthew was right there with me. My orgasm came, shoved me off the cliff, and fired my cum ropes into the bowl, by some miracle missing my shirt. I suddenly heard a slam, as the door opened and someone else came in. I turned around to Matthew, and I couldn't see him. I expected him to be right there, being terrified alongside me, but he wasn't. After a moment or two, the memory of why he wasn't hit me, like a thousand knives to the chest. I sat down heavily, pants still around my ankles, and buried my head in my hands, let tears fall from my eyes and anguish fall out of my heart, for a moment or two, at least, before I picked myself off, dusted myself off, and carried on. Not because I wanted to, but because I had to. ---------------------------------------------------------- END ---------------------------------------------------------- The inspiration for this series, whose name is not Matthew, incidentally, has recently moved out of my life, whether permanently or not, I have no idea. It doesn't feel right to me, to continue the series in his absence. I will leave it to the imagination of my readership to imagine what became of Matthew, and, who knows, maybe you'll find out someday! So, to conclude, if I were to attempt something so grandiose as a dedication, this story is for him. That wonderful, blonde-haired scamp, who made my life so much richer. May you never grow old. ---------------------------------------------------------- Any comments/constructive criticism to niceguy0398@gmail.com Nifty needs your help to stay alive and continue delivering wonderful stories, so donate what you can. http://donate.nifty.org/donate.html MY OTHER STORIES: Young Lovers Series: Highland Flings - /gay/camping/highland-flings Big And Little Lovers Series: My Little Brigade Boy - /gay/adult-youth/my-little-brigade-boy Camp Blow By Blow - /gay/camping/camp-blow-by-blow Fumble And Tumble - /gay/adult-youth/fumble-and-tumble Stand Alone Stories: What A Onesie Can Lead To - /gay/young-friends/what-a-onesie-can-lead-to