Date: Thu, 12 Jun 2014 21:23:56 +0000 From: Nice Guy Subject: My Little Brigade Boy 17 Niceguy98 Chapter 17 - Keep Me Down --------------------------------------------------------- Alex inhaled Matthew's jewels into his mouth and began to suck on them gently, while Fergus and I lapped at Matthews mouth with our tongues, willing them to open up. Ever so slowly, he began to respond to us, moaning lightly into our mouths and slowly grinding into Alex. Our poking tongues began to invade his mouth and rub against his and each others. I saw Matthew open his eyes, before widening them, disbelieving what was actually happening to him. I tapped Fergus and we moved away, satisfied that we had woken him up. He yawned, went to stretch, then groaned out in pleasure as Alex sped up on his cock. "Whoa." he gasped, his middle on fire under Alex'es practised tongue. Alex, hearing this, decided to speed things along. He stuck his index finger out towards Fergus and he sucked on it like it was tastiest dick, getting as much spit on it as possible. Alex pulled out when he was satisfied, reached round for Matthew's buttocks and poked in for his prize. We could tell when he had poked in, because Matthew's face grimaced for a moment, before it expanded into an enormous shuddering gasp. Alex gently pulled his finger out of his butt, before plopping the red-raw cock out of his mouth. He kissed Matthew's mound and looked at us. "Good morning!" he said, hamming up his best butler accent. We all had a good laugh at that. Before Keith opened the door. "What's so funny gu-" he said, rounding the door, two huge stacks of pancakes in either hand. He suddenly realised our state of undress and hardness, and gave a slight smile. "I brought pancakes!" he said, brandishing the plates. "Oh goody!" Fergus chirped, bounding up to grab a pancake, oblivious to his bounding little cock giving us all a show. Keith snorted slightly, then he walked to the centre of the room and said "Eat up! You two need to get to school in an hour!" Of course, Matthew had no intention of going back to school, and I had been signed off for the entire week, so I intended to enjoy it! What was left of it, anyway. The four of us devoured the two piles very quickly and Alex and Fergus bounded away to get showers. I warned them off playing around for too long, and they seemed to listen because they were in and out in 10 minutes. Keith went out to drop them off at school, and, after coaxing Matthew into underwear and coaxing myself into pyjama bottoms, we sat in the sitting room. While we were watching some random daytime show, Matthew snuggled up next to me, his head resting on my chest. I put my hand on his shoulder and he beamed up at me. Planting a kiss in his little mop, I whispered "I love you kiddo." He squirmed happily and kissed my chest. "I love you too, Grant." Looking into his eyes, I wanted to freeze this moment in time forever. Then, I thought of the next best thing. "Promise me something." I whispered. "Hmm?" he vocalised, looking a little curious. "Don't ever grow up. Even when you're a grey, old man of a hundred years old, stay the little beautiful little boy you are today." I whispered, kissing his forehead. He kissed my chest, then my neck, then my mouth. "I promise." Our little tender moment was interrupted by an insistent beeping emanating from my trouser pocket. I pulled out my phone and read the notification that appeared. I must have emanated a little involuntary gasp, because Matthew looked up at me, a confused expression on his face. "I totally forgot the parents evening was tonight!" I gasped. Matthew gasped. "Me too!" he said. I looked down and met his eyes. Saw his red raw face that had scabbed over and gone a slightly healthier shade of pink, his purple bruises on his chest beginning to show green flecks, and his enormous white casted leg, peppered with the red and green signatures of Alex and Fergus. I didn't think he was quite ready to face the world just yet, but I knew there would be no stopping him. "I take it you want to go, then?" I said, squeezing his shoulder again. He looked at me like I had just said the stupidest thing in the world. I just laughed and gently patted his back. "Stupid question." I whispered. "But I am going to have to go home and get changed for it." He grabbed my sides and squeezed as hard as he dared. I patted his underwear covered butt. "I know buddy. I don't want to leave you either, but I have to. I need to make myself look presentable for the Vice-President, and so do you!" He giggled slightly. "I know." he said. At that moment, Keith opened the front door and spied us sitting on the couch, Matthews arms around my torso. Matthew saw him and smiled. "Did you remember that parents evening is tonight?" I said. Keith's eyes widened slightly. "Do you want to go, buddy?" he said, placing a hand on his sons shoulder. "Of course!" he said excitedly. Keith just sighed. "Okay then!" he said, throwing his hands in the air in mock exasperation. "But you need to stick close to Grant so he can help you if you need it." Matthew shuffled over and kissed me on the cheek. "No problem." he said, giggling slightly. Keith and I joined him, before I stood up. "I guess I need to get home and get ready for tonight!" I announced. Matthew smiled at me. I smiled back, before going upstairs to pull on my street clothes and gather my stuff. When I walked back downstairs, bag flung over my shoulder, Keith grabbed me into one of his trademark bear hugs. "Thanks for everything." he whispered, squeezing me tight. Matthew was next as soon as Keith let go of me. I knelt down and brought him into my arms. Kissing him on the cheek, I whispered "See you tonight." before opening the door and starting the long walk home. As I was walking home, I caught a look at myself in a puddle. It looked like I had aged 5 years since Monday. In many ways, I had. Before I had even set foot across the threshold of the house, my mum grabbed me and held me tight, obviously happy to have me back. I gave her the potted, bland version of everything that had happened, and explained that I would be going to the parents evening, and so would Matthew. She expressed her concern, but I told her that there would be no stopping him. After showering, shitting, shaving and putting on my best uniform, I began to walk to the hall, concern for Matthew clouding my thoughts for the whole way. I got to the hall 15 minutes before the parents evening was due to start, and helped Val and everyone else to set up the hall in preparation for the VP's appearance. Everything was ready, and parents and kids began to filter in. We got the parents seated, and the boys were sent into the small hall to form up for their dramatic entrance. As I was getting my squad lined up and checking the roll, Matthew limped in. ----------------------------------------------------------- End Of Chapter 17 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