Date: Thu, 17 Apr 2014 22:46:07 +0000 From: Nice Guy Subject: My Little Brigade Boy 2 Niceguy98 Chapter 2 - Anticipation ---------------------------------------------------------- You know how everyone says that time slows down to a crawl when you are looking forward to something? After waiting an entire week to go back to Boy's Brigade again, I can now tell you that is entirely true! No week in my life had ever gone slower, before or since. But, it finally got here. I wolfed down my dinner, showered and got dressed in record time. I even combed my hair, an utter rairity. Once I had finished my ablusions, I looked myself over in the mirror. 5 foot 9 inches of ginger haired lankyness stared back at me, green-eyed and smiling. I prodded at a spot on my chin and exhaled quietly. Nothing I could do about that, so I walked out of the bathroom, kissed my mum on the cheek and started my walk to the church hall. When I finally got to the hall, Matthew was already there, chatting with his team-mates, Jamie and Fergus. As I watched, Matthew put his hands over Jamie and Fergus'es shoulders and pulled them closer to him, grinning all the while. Sneakily, I saw him putting his hands on their pert behinds and squeezing. I walked up behind them slowly and moved my head in between Matthew and Jamie's heads. "Hey boys!" I beamed brightly. The three of them jumped in shock, then started laughing. Matthew gently slapped my shoulder. "Don't do that!" he giggled. "What?" I said, grasping his shoulder, "I can't scare my squad?" "Yes!" Jamie chimed in. We all had a good laugh at that, until Mrs Dacker called us to attention. The prayer came and went, and the games began. Football this week. I was (internally) salivating at the prospect. Our squad were second to play, so while I thought everyone was occupied with the game, I sneaked off to the toilets for some coffee-induced relief. As soon as my cock was released, the golden stream started and hit the back of the urinal with surprising force. I sighed in relief and put my free hand on the wall. Suddenly, I heard shuffling at the door of the urinal and before I could shout "Occupied!", Matthew came in and sidled up to the adjoining urinal. "Hey." he said, casually undoing his flies. "Hey bud." I said back as casually as possible whilst reeling inside. "Oh my god! I'm going to see his dick!" I screamed into myself. He fished out his cute little morsel and started to pee. I, as casually as possible, looked him over. His fleshy tube was about 1.5 inches long, but it was extremely thick for a little kid, about as thick as my index finger. As he pulled back his skin to pee, his little pink head and piss slit was revealed to me. The blood began rushing to my dick and it started chubbing up. "Uh oh!" I thought as my face screwed up in the effort to release the last dribbles before it began to hurt. I suddenly heard a little giggle emanate from Matthew. "Your winkie is getting bigger." he whispered, pointing to it with his free hand. I looked down to his impish face and smiled. "Yeah. It gets like that sometimes." I said, absent-mindedly stroking myself. Matthew giggled again, poking his tongue out of the side of his mouth. "Mine does that too." he whispered, leaning closer. "Especially when I play with it!" he finished, giggling. I laughed too. "Me too, buddy!" I said, relaxing slightly. "My daddy's gets really big too!", he added, shaking off before zipping back up. "You've seen your dad?" I gasped, shaking off too. "Yep!" he beamed, "He says it's because he doesn't sleep with Mommy anymore!" At that moment, I was pretty sure he had no idea what his dad meant by sleep, so I just nodded with a tight smile, carefully stowing the laugh I felt building up in my belly. I was treated to the sight of his flexing stomach as he redid the clasp of his trousers and that wiggling ass as he walked away. I thought it would be a little suspicious for us to walk out together, so I gave it 30 seconds and went out. No one was any the wiser. As I took my place, Matthew looked over at me and smiled. I winked and leaned back, casually adjusting my dick to a more comfortable position. The little dark-haired nymph sat next to me noticed what I was doing and giggled, grasping his mound through his trousers in solidarity. I looked him over. His extremely tiny frame was wrapped in a uniform that was a size too big for him, so it didn't give much away. His inquisitive brown eyes, however, told me everything I need to know. I winked at him and he blushed, grasping his little stick ever tighter. "What's your name, kiddo?" I whispered, bringing my fist up. "Alex." he squeaked, his face boiling. I smiled. "Don't worry!" I whispered. "I won't tell if you won't!" His face relaxed and he finally brought his fist to mine. "Good," I whispered, "Now we're friends!" He giggled and turned his head back to the game, just as one of the kids scored. Everyone jumped out of their seats and cheered, as all the boys ran round and hugged each other. The final whistle blew and the cheering intensified. All the boys were cheering as the losing team took their place, still grinning. My squad was up next. I gave them all a little pep talk and ended with the "Go Green Team!" chant that was entirely cliched and lost on them completely. I would never consider them Glasgow City, but they were still very good. Especially my little blond striker, Matthew. He seemed to know exactly where the ball was going to go every time it came near him, never missing a goal opportunity. At every goal, some of my team jumped on to me cheering, and it was all I could do to stay upright. I had Alex on one hand, Jamie on the other, Fergus on my front and Matthew on my back, grasping my shoulders. Little hard things were poking into both my sides and my back. I immediatley popped a boner, of course, but I had learned from last time and made sure I had very baggy boxers on that didn't give anything away. I was free to enjoy the little wriggling sweaty bodies without anyone knowing my ulterior motives. I growled like a bear and started spinning the boys around. They squealed like little girls and held on tight. Everyone else, boys and teens alike laughed at my antics and Val just smiled. When I began to tire, I kneeled down and urged the boys to get off me. They groaned but complied, running back onto the pitch and continuing with the game. I took a seat, removed my jumper and started fanning myself with it, much to the amusement of Craig, who was sitting next to me. "Looks like your band of scamps like you, buddy!" he praised, slapping my back. I blushed, but since I was red-faced from excertion, it wasn't noticable. The game ended and we won by a landslide. My boys all crashed into one giggling, cheering heap. When Val called time and told them to get into their squad, it took them all a few seconds to extricate themselves and stand in their place. My squad got three extra points, and Matthew got 2 extra personal points for being such a good striker. They all clenched their fists and crashed their shoulders together. Val let them at it for a few seconds, then told them to stand at ease. They complied immediatley, putting their hands behind their backs and spreading their legs shoulder-length apart, the model Brigade Boys. Val finally ended the night with a prayer and dismissed the boys, waving me over. "Grant?" she started. "It's about Matthew." My tongue clenched and I fought to keep my face impassive. "Yes?" I said as cooly as possible. "What about him?" "His dad has a new job and can't always get here on time for the end of Anchor Boys, because of traffic," she elaborated, "so since you seem to be getting on so well with him, would you mind keeping an eye on him in the Small Hall while Junior Section starts for about 20 minutes at the end?" My brain detracted from it's moorings and began spinning. 20 minutes alone with one of the most beautiful anodises in existence? Who would pass up something like that? "Su..Sure!" I stammered, "But is his dad ok with it?" She tilted her head and raised her eyebrows. "He was the one who suggested it!" she said. "He saw you with him last week and knows how good you are with him." She placed her hand on my shoulder. "You'll do great, and I'll be here if you need anything!" she beamed. Matthew ran over to me and started tugging at my sleeve. "Do you wanna see my handstands?" he said, jumping up and down. "Sure, buddy!" I beamed, placing my hand on his back. "But let's go into the Small Hall so you don't disturb the Junior Section!" "Okay!" he squealed, taking off in the direction of the door. I giggled softly. This was going to be interesting. ----------------------------------------------------------- End Of Chapter 2 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