Date: Fri, 25 Apr 2014 19:48:43 +0000 From: Nice Guy Subject: My Little Brigade Boy 5 Niceguy98 Chapter 5 - A Wonderful Reality ---------------------------------------------------------- A slow smile spread across my lips as I turned around. "What's that?" he continued, pointing at the wet patches on my boxers. "Pee?" I rubbed my eye. "No, buddy." I said, my filter completely gone. "It's sperm." "You mean the sticky stuff that makes babies?" he gasped. My eyes must have registered confusion, because he elaborated. "My daddy told me all of this after he and mummy split up, but said that not everyone gets the talk when they're nine." he said, puffing his tiny chest out. That helped explain it, apart from the part about the nine year old getting the talk. That was just plain amazing. I could not believe how liberal his dad seemed to be. I had a moment of envy for the little lad, growing up with a parent like Keith, before I decided to reply. "Yep!" I said, absent-mindedly scratching myself. He giggled again. "Is it making you itchy?" he giggled, unconsciously thumbing himself through his trousers. With a start I realised what I was doing. "Yeah!" I giggled, "Just a bit!" His face lit up. "Well, you could always borrow a pair of mine!" he said, completely seriously. The image of me trying to fit into a pair of Matthews underpants flashed through my minds eye. "That's a kind offer, buddy, but I don't think I'd fit!" I laughed. His face suddenly grew darker, as a naughty plan seemed to form in his mind. "Well," he whispered, moving closer to me, "What if I..." he stood up on his tiptoes and grabbed my shoulder, "...dared you to do it?" My cock blew up instantly, as the impact of those five words hit me like a sledgehammer. I gave him a little wry smile and whispered "Hmm...Well that would be a very different ball game!", grabbing him under the shoulders. He gave me another beautiful laugh and started mock struggling. "Noo!" he squealed, "It's my turn first!" I set him down gently. "Well, we'd better go upstairs then!" I said, attempting to sound paternal, "Since you're supposed to be going to sleep!" "Aww!" he pouted. "But I wanted to do them down here!" I sighed, pretending to be exasperated. "Oh well then!" I said, "But you'd better draw the curtains, to at least pretend you're going to sleep!" I took a quick glance at my watch. 8.45. "May I remind you, buddy, that you only have 15 minutes before you need to go for your bath?" I said jokingly. He paused mid-drawing. "Well, then I suppose I'd better get ready then!" he said, drawing the curtains with a flourish and turning around. He placed his thumbs into the waistband of his trousers and began to pull them down, slower than continental drift. Agonisingly, inch by inch, more of this heavenly beauty was revealed to me. The beguiling beauty of his deliciously white V, leading on to the hairless pubic mound, and finally, the main event. The flavourful morsal that was his dick. All one and a half pink inches of it stood out from in front of his high, tight, wrinkled and completely bare nutsack. He let the trousers drop to the floor, stepped out of them, picked them up and threw them towards me. The crotch caught me straight in the face. I was slapped with an extremely heady scent that was all Matthew, intermingled with a very slight hint of ammonia. Even as I write, I can practically taste it. My boner was beginning to hurt at this point. "I think your winky wants to get out!" he giggled, grabbing his trousers from my face. As my eyes adjusted, I was suddenly aware that Matthews torso was right in front of me, and his hands were at my boxers, unbuttoning the front. It was all I could do not to cum right then and there, as my boner popped out through the hole in my boxers and glared angrily at Matthew. He giggled seductively. "We're twins now!" he said. I giggled back, grabbing him under the shoulders. "Lets get upstairs." I said, hoisting his heaving form into my side. His little boner poked into my belly and he squeaked. "Yep!" he giggled. I slowly stood up and began to slowly climb the stairs. Matthew wrapped his legs around my waist and hugged into me, draping his arms over my shoulders. "Which one's your bedroom?" I said, beginning to feel the strain. "Second on the right." he giggled. "But aren't we going into the bathroom?" "We are you ninny!" I laughed, "I just need to get your PJ's first!" "Ohhh!" he realised. I made it to his room, kicked open the door and deposited him onto his bed. He landed face up, still grinning. "Aren't you going to come here?" he said, patting the bed beside him. I looked over from his dresser and went extremely weak at the knees. My sensibilities were still (barely) intact, so I turned away and said, "You'd better have a shower first though, and then we can play as much as you want!" "Aww." he pouted. "No awws, little man!" I shouted, impersonating his dad. He cracked up, his little body convulsing with laughter. I took the opportunity and quickly kissed his little blonde mop. "I promise we'll play dares after we've both had a shower!" I whispered. "I'll just use your dad's one!" He looked slightly crestfallen, but wound up with anticipation. "Okay!" he said, running off to the bathroom. I was thankful to have him out of the room, as it gave me opportunity to try and think a little straighter. I didn't know this kid well, I had only met him 4 weeks ago, for the love of God! It would appear that he was extremely casual about nudity and sex, which he had probably inherited from his dad. I was about to cross a line from which there was no turning back. You've crossed that line already, my voice of reason chided me. But there was only one real question. Did he want to? I had no idea. He hadn't told me outright, so I couldn't take his outrageous flirting at face value. As I turned the shower on and began to lather, my thought deepened. When I thought about it, I decided I really, really wanted to, but that didn't matter one iota. My brain ruled over my cock, up to a point. It still needed relief. So I grabbed it and began to pull quickly. I pounded quickly, letting the spray of the shower gently tickle my balls. Closing my eyes, I began imagining that it was Matthews warm, gentle hands that were tickling my balls, his giggle permiating my mind. I decided that was going to be my first dare. The feeling came in a few minutes, and my baby-batter flew out of my balls and got sucked down the drain. I came out of the shower, feeling slightly more in control. I didn't have any clean clothes, so I just borrowed one of Keith's t-shirts and a pair of his lounge pants. I was sure he wouldn't mind. I walked back into Matthews bedroom, fully intent on playing any dares he had laid out for me. But I found him, fast asleep, dressed in only a pair of black underpants. I smiled. It seemed the extra 10 minutes was too much for him. He stirred slightly as I watched, half opening his eyes. He saw me and mumbled out "Come...Come sleep with me." I, of course, obliged. Whipping off my t-shirt, I crossed the room and lay next to him, his head on my chest. It was a tight fit, but we managed. Kissing the top of his golden hair, inhaling the wonderful strawberry scent of his shampoo, intermingled with a little Matthew musk, I pulled the blankets up over us and snuggled down. His belly ended up mashed into my crotch. My boner made a reapperance, and would have been uncomfortable if it weren't for the extremely big lounge pants. Matthew yawned, and his neutral sleeping face curled into a contented smile, his little stiffy poking into my leg. I yawned too, and gently rubbed his bare back as I drifted off to sleep. ----------------------------------------------------------- End Of Chapter 5 Any comments/constructive criticism 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