Date: Wed, 1 Sep 2021 17:44:24 +0200
From: mushu410@mail.com
Subject: Malcolm and My Neighbors Chapter 10 UPDATE

DISCLAIMER:

This story is fictional. No real boys have been harmed in the writing.

Certain characters have been inspired by ones created by Linwood Boomer and
copyrighted by Regency Entertainment. The main characters also contain
traits of people I really knew.  The television show "Malcolm in the
Middle" is copyright 2000 by Twentieth Century Fox Television, Regency
Entertainment, and Monarchy Enterprises.  This story in no way implies the
true sexual orientation of the actors or characters they portray.  It is
pure fantasy.

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Malcolm and My Neighbors
Chapter 10
The Littlest Blackmailer

It was early Saturday morning and Malcolm, Reese and Dewey had spent the
night and were to stay through until Sunday evening.  While his brothers
slept downstairs, Dewey had just finished his cereal and made the
jaw-dropping command that he was "ready for me to make him feel good like I
did for Reese and Malcolm."  I was shocked that he knew about it and I
didn't know what to do.  I mean, I can't deny that the little tyke made me
horny, but only 6-years-old.  And what load of potential trouble might this
bring?

"Look, Dewey," I said, still trying to find a pathway through this
surprising conversation.  "What I do with Reese and Malcolm--some people
would say it's very bad.  They shouldn't have told you.  It has to be kept
a secret.  I could get in big trouble if I did the same thing to you.  I
mean, if you ever told, even by accident, I could--"

"If you DON'T do it to me, then I WILL tell!" he interrupted.  The little
fucker.  This six-year-old tyke was trying to blackmail me.  In his high,
little boy voice he was threatening me, taking charge, trying to make me
his bitch.  I was more turned-on than ever!  And not only was I super horny
now, but I had an out.  I was waiting for him to say something like
that--to force me so that if it ever came out, I could blame it on him--say
he blackmailed me.  I didn't have a choice.  My cock was certainly saying
that I didn't have a choice.  It was throbbing now--actually pulsing and
moving with horny lust--a lust that was choking my throat and setting my
brain on fire.  It wasn't like I didn't want to.  It wasn't like I didn't
like Dewey or wasn't attracted to him.  I mean...he was the cutest little
thing you could imagine.  And I had never gone below age 11.  What would it
be like?  What would it be like to bring a 6-year-old off--to get him
writhing in orgasm?

"Fine, go lie on my bed!" I growled, pretending to be angry.  Still
clutching the teddy bear, I watched Dewey's naked little ass bounce to my
bedroom.  It was like my first time with Reese.  I felt dragged, pulled
like a magnet... under a spell.  I was about to cross yet another line.  My
head told me to stop.  But it didn't matter.  My hard cock was leading the
way.

He was lying on his back in the center of the bed.  Totally naked.  Still
clutching the big teddy bear to his right side.  Fuck, could this scene be
any hotter?  Actually it could.  "Spread your legs, Dewey," I said.  He
did.  "Wider," I said.  He did.  "Do you still suck your thumb?" I asked.
"Sometimes," he replied.  "Do it now," I said in a low tone, "suck it."  He
put his left hand up to his mouth and stuck in his thumb.  I could see his
little, almost toddler size cheeks moving in and out with the sucking
motion.  Okay, now this scene couldn't get any hotter.  And neither could
I.

I stood there a moment and took in the sight, my legs shaking.  He seemed
to be in no hurry.  He was barely over three feet tall, blond hair, rather
tan skin, especially for a blond, even on the part of him that would
normally be covered outside.  But then, I think he was no stranger to being
outside naked in the sun.  He had the cutest little ears that stuck out a
bit, and big, brown, soulful eyes.  His body, especially at the waist, was
hardly any wider than my outstretched hand.  "Make me feel good," he had
said.  Oh Dewey, sweet little Dewey, you have no idea.  I'm going to make
you feel good little guy... you little blackmailer.  I'm going to have you
screaming so hard in ecstasy that you'll wonder if this was even a good
idea.

There was no turning back in my mind now.  I was too horny.  If 20 cops had
been surrounding the bed with guns drawn, saying, "Suck and we'll shoot!" I
don't think I could have stopped my forward movement as his little penis,
his dick, his peepee, was now drawing me like a magnet.  Barely an inch and
a half long, and a third of that was foreskin, with the sweetest little
marble-sized balls underneath.  They weren't hanging down but drawn up to
him, his ballsac skin smooth.  It was a little mound of Dewey sweets, there
for my taking.  So smooth, so boy-like.  Ahhhh...

I was now lying on my chest, my mouth just inches away from his
spread-wide-open 6-year-old crotch.  As with Malcolm the night before, I
lewdly sucked in his entire little man groin with one loud, big slurp.
"Oh!" he cried and putting his hands on the bed, he quickly pulled himself
away from me.  Careful to not be too rough in my lust, I grabbed his legs
just above the knees and pulled him back into my mouth, not letting go of
him as I began my assault again.  "Oh!  Oh!  Oh!" he cried again in his
little boy voice.  And although moving around a bit, he was not trying to
get away.  He was mine.

I don't have to tell you that my cock was screamingly hard.  In the
position I was in, my head was below the center of the bed, my chest on it,
with my knees on the floor.  It would have been very easy to rub my raging
hard-on against the bed into a quick orgasm.  But I didn't want it to be so
quick.  I wanted to savor this moment, again a first for me--sucking such a
young, small boy.

I let his balls drop out of my mouth and concentrated on his little peepee,
sucking harder and pulling out, trying to pull the blood into it and make
him hard.  "Oh!  Oh!  Oh!" he cried again as my tactic was working and he
boned up to a steel-hard, proud, two magnificent inches!  Oh FUCK!  I
pulled off to look at it standing there, straight up, all wet and shiny
from my spit, throbbing in time to his heartbeats.  As I've said before, I
wished I could look at it and suck it at the same time.  But that is not
possible.  So I chose sucking, of course.  I alternately just rested my
mouth on him and sucked, getting in rhythm to the time of his throbs.  Then
after doing that for a while, I would go up and down on him as I sucked and
slobbered all over him, keeping him slippery.  Like his brothers, his
foreskin stayed pulled up, stretched over the head of his boycock.

I had noticed that Dewey seemed less emotional than his brothers.  It was
often hard to tell what he was thinking or feeling behind his facial
expressions, or lack thereof.  And his reaction to being sucked-off was
along those lines.  While he was clearly enjoying it, moving around and
making little "hums" and "ohs" he was nowhere near the insane writhings
that his older siblings had demonstrated.

I pulled off of him again, in part to get another look at his wet, shiny
little pecker; but also to see how he would react.  "Why did you stop?" he
asked (the reaction I was hoping for--it made my cock twitch).  "Do you
like it?" I asked.  "Oh yes!" he said, "please don't stop--suck my peepee
some more!  Suck my peepee!"  Oh FUCK!  I think you know by now that
hearing the little boys egg me on like that--hearing obscene demands come
out of their little mouths just about drives me crazy!  And this was no
different.  I was starting to get that frenzy now as I rudely dived back
onto him, almost hurting him as I slammed down onto him in my passion.

I sucked in a faster rhythm as I pistoned my head up and down, started
swiping him all over with my tongue and also humming on him, all
simultaneously.  This had the desired effect of eliciting more and louder
outbursts from him as well as getting him to that "writhing" state.  And in
turn, this of course made me even hornier and I upped my enthusiasm even
more.  I was going to get this little tyke to explode in the best feeling
of his life and I knew I would explode with him.

This went on for 2, 3, 4 minutes as I was relentless in my mad mouth-work
on his little stick.  I was starting to get a little tired, but I vowed
that I would not stop--I would push myself until he came--until he had what
might even be his first ever orgasm.  Another minute went by as his
outbursts were now almost constant: "Oh!  Uh!  Ah!" he cried amidst other
sounds--grunts, groans, and moans.  No cusswords, though.  And then, "Uncle
Jay!" he cried, "I feel all funny!"  "That's okay, Cowboy!" I shouted, then
went back to sucking him for a few seconds before I pulled off again just
to say, "Let it happen!"  "But I think I'm going to pee!" he shouted as his
writhing was getting more violent at my sucking.  Now I had read many
stories online about little boys getting sucked off and knew (if the
stories were right) that when they were about to have their first orgasm
that they would say they thought they were going to pee when in fact they
were about to cum.  "It's okay, Dewey!"  I said.  "Go ahead and pee!"

"In your mouth?!"  he was continuing to writhe all over--I had to hold him
down.

"Mmm-hmm," I managed to mumble out, not wanting to separate my sucking
mouth from this amazingly hot little guy who was about to cum.

And then...something strange.  I felt a big throb in his penis and then
some liquid hitting the inside of my mouth.  Was he cumming?  Couldn't be
possible at his age.  But whatever it was, my mouth was quickly filling up.
Oh fuck, it was PEE!  The little fucker WAS pissing in my mouth!!!  There
were only two choices, pull off and get piss all over my brand new bed, or
swallow.  I didn't really have time to even think about it.  I just
reacted.  I swallowed.  As fast as I could.  Once I got my mouth emptied,
it wasn't too bad.  I guess little boys with little dicks with little holes
at the end of them don't pee too fast.  And it didn't taste bad either.
Actually, it was pretty watery and almost had a sweet taste.  I guess I was
drinking down what was left of the two diet sodas he had had this morning.
I kept swallowing as with my tongue, I could feel the urine passing through
on the bottom of his penis.  It was actually kind of hot.  I realized that
my cock was still rock hard.

In fact, as his little fuck-tool continued to spurt his hot liquid into my
mouth, I was beginning to really get into it.  I remembered the first day I
had laid eyes on him, just 8 days prior, watching him pee on my hedge as he
proudly told me he was watering my bushes for me.  I remembered getting
down to get my eyes close to watch his proud little cock spew out the piss
and how I wanted then to put my mouth on it.  It was just a fleeting
thought at the time and I had never had such thoughts before.  But the fact
is, like Reese's cum, I was drinking now the essence of Dewey--something
that his boy body had produced--something that was coming out of his
someday-to-be man-tool.  Fuck!  I kid you not, my horniness was now ramped
up to an even higher level.

He finally finished (I guess 24 ounces of soda is a lot to go through such
a little peepee).  He was still nail-hard and I, in even greater frenzy,
attacked his cock (which had never left my mouth) with even more intense
sucking, tonguing and humming.  Expect this time, instead of purposeful
humming, my sounds were the involuntary moans and grunts of my unbridled
lust.

After a minute of this, I had had enough and decided it was time to go for
his little ass.  Yes, I hadn't done that with his brothers the first time,
and I had talked to them about it before I did; but at 6 years old, maybe
Dewey wouldn't think anything about it.  Besides, he had just peed in my
mouth--wasn't that more nasty than having a tongue in your hole?  Anyway,
at this point I didn't care.  I was too horny.  I was going to tongue fuck
his sweet, hot little back door whether he liked it or not.  Whether he
wanted it or not.  Even if I had to hold him down with all my strength.  I
lifted off of him, slammed his legs together, roughly flipped him over,
spread his legs again and dived down, smacking my face onto his ass.  I
took a few swipes up along his crack.  OH SWEET!!!!  "What...what are you
doing?!!" he cried.

"It's called `rimming' little man.  Just relax and enjoy it!"

"Oh...okay," he replied.  And then his "ohs" became outbursts of joy as he
began to writhe again at this new found pleasure.  But again, I pulled off
to get a look at my object of lust.  Such a masculine little butt, jutting
up so tall so proud.  I was almost blind with lust.  I had to try--I had to
see if I could get one entire cheek of his butt into my mouth.  I opened my
mouth as wide as I could--until it hurt.  I went back down.  I couldn't
worry about covering my teeth with my lips, but I was gentle.  Of course I
couldn't get the whole thing in my mouth but I was able to get the whole
top part that was jutting up--maybe a section as big as a billiard
ball--maybe even a tennis ball.  It was maybe one third of his buttcheek
actually.  But still it was stupendous!  It was like I was eating
him--feasting on his glorious boy backside.

I kept my mouth on him and sucked for maybe 30 seconds, then did the same
thing on the other cheek.  It was so fuckin' hot!  It was all I could do
not to touch my cock, but I knew that one touch would send me into orgasm
and we weren't finished yet.  As much as I was loving sucking on his
buttcheek, I knew I could do that another day.  So I went back to his
hole--I wanted to rim him before he lost his little hardon.

I buried my face into his little ass, already starting my crazed, lustful
moans and groans.  I started lapping--big, long, wide, wet laps from the
base of his balls up to the base of his tailbone.  "Ooh!  Ooh!  Ooh!" he
cried with every lap--in that sweet little 6-year-old voice.  Oh fuck!
"Hhmph, blkkk, yhhg" I moaned.  His little boy behind started to writhe in
pleasure with my tongue swipes over his little pucker.  And I, too, started
to move around.  I was careful to not let my cock touch anything, but I was
too hot with lust to keep still.

I put my hands on his little buttcheeks and gently pulled them open.  Once
again, I had to pull back and look at the living fantasy before me.  Gosh,
what a tiny little hole.  Would I ever get my tongue in?  Like Malcolm's,
Dewey's little raisin was tight and white.  Oh fuck!  I couldn't hold back
any longer.  I dived in, smashing my head into his sweet, precious
boy-butt.  "Ow!  Not so hard!" he cried.  "Sorry, Honey," I said and
relented the hard smashing of my face into his butt.  But I kept licking
and his "Ohs" and "Oohs" of lust became louder and more constant.  I
lapped, I swiped, I poked, I sucked.  "Oh Dewey!" I cried...
"slurp...lick...suck... Oh Dewey, you make me so hot!...  lick...suck..."

My orgasm was building and from the pulsing I felt in his hole, I figured
his was too.  It was time to go for the gold!  I flipped him over and had
him in position in a spit second--you know what I mean--knees to his
shoulders, ass high in the air.  "Dewey!" I said in between gentle lappings
at his tight winker.  "Pretty soon you're going to get that feeling again
like you have to pee."  I continued my licking.  "But something different
will happen... Slurp...lick...lick...  You will have what's called an
orgasm."  I licked some more.  "Your whole body will shake really hard but
don't be scared... Lick...slurp...slurp...  If you relax and let it happen
it will feel really good!"  "Oh... oh... okaaaay!" he cried, his own
horniness building.

"You gotta open your hole and let me get my tongue in!" I shouted.  "Relax
and pretend you are pooping and push out!" I was almost screaming--crazed
with violent lust now.  There it was!!!  I felt that pencil-sized opening
and quickly jammed my tongue in.  He let out a high, ear-piercing scream as
his hole slammed shut.  "C'mon, Cowboy!" I was screaming now.  "Try to keep
it open--you'll be glad you did!!"

I pulled back and waited--there it was--the little dark passage amid a sea
of white.  OH SHIT!!!  I dove in again.  I attacked his hole as if I were a
hunting lion going in for the kill: lapping, stabbing, tongue-fucking him
whenever I had an opening.  He let out another high, shrill, deafening
scream but this time he didn't stop.  His screams continued:
"EEEEEEEEOOOOOOWWWWEEEEE!!!!" he cried over and over and over.  It was
almost impossible to believe that such volume could come out of such a
little body.

For a second, I thought I heard footsteps running up the stairs.  I had
forgotten about his brothers.  What would they think about seeing my face
buried in the splayed tiny ass of their young sibling?  I didn't care.  I
mean, I did in the big picture, but the part of my body that was
controlling me at present didn't care.  I slightly turned and moved my eyes
to see them standing, naked in the doorway.  Out of the corner of my eye, I
saw a flurry of hand movement.  Reese was wildly jacking off.

I put my mind back on the tight little hole that was wrapped around my
pointed tongue.  I put my thumbs to his hole and spread him just a little,
trying to be gentle.  I stabbed again.  "EEEEEEEEOOOOOOWWWWEEEEE!!!!" he
continued to screamed like a fire alarm gone berserk.  I didn't know how
much more of that my ears could take.  Still, it made me furiously horny to
know how crazy I was making him.  His hole was relaxing more and I was able
to do a more steady tongue-fucking.  Whenever his little opening slammed
shut, I just lapped like a rabid dog until little Dewey opened up for me
again.

I was starting to feel more throbbing in his hole and I was glad as I was
certain that my cock was about to start spewing all by itself.  "Hmmm,
Mmmm, HHMMMM!" I was almost screaming right into his hole now.  "Uncle
Jay!" he cried, "I'm getting a funny feeling!"

"Let it happen, Dewey, it's okay!" a voice said.  It was Malcolm.  Malcolm
jumped onto the bed next to Dewey while Reese ran around and climbed in on
the other side, his hard four-incher leading the way.  I looked down at
Dewey to see Malcolm starting to rub Dewey's chest.  But the way Dewey was
all scrunched up he couldn't really reach much.  So he started kissing him
on the cheek!  And then Reese started up on the other side as well!  It
was...it was...I can hardly say what it was!  It was FUCKIN' AWESOME!
There must have been smoke coming out of my ears at this point, as my brain
was blowing fuses trying to process all that was going on.  Here I was,
eating out a 6-year-old's little ass, while his barely pubescent brothers
lovingly kissed him, while at the same time verbally urging him on in his
lust.

It was more than I could take.  For the second time in my life, my cock
started to spew without being touched.  I pulled off of Dewey, and as his
little legs slammed down on either side of me, I dove onto his proud, angry
two-incher like a pack of dogs in heat.  Forcing myself to be gentle, I
sucked, licked, bobbed, and slobbered--as fast as I could and as hard as I
dared.

"EEEEEEEEOOOOOOWWWWEEEEE!!!!" he continued his screams but the writhing of
his little body got more violent.  He was trying to push his little
cocklett up into me, while at the same time banging his fists all over the
place--even onto his brothers.  They grabbed his wrists and held him down.
"C'mon, Dewey!" cried Malcolm, "let it happen!"  "Yeah, Dewy, you can do
it!" followed Reese.  The sound of all their voices together--three
brothers--three wetdreams all in the same live dream.  I couldn't stop
orgasming.  My cock pulsed and throbbed and bounced non-stop.  On and on
until I was in pain.  But the pleasure outweighed the pain.  Long after I
had stopped putting out semen, it was still pulsing, trying to put out a
horny load that was no longer there.

"Oh!  Oh!  OOOHHHH!!!" cried Dewey.  This was it!  I felt that familiar
raging hard pulsing of his boydick in my mouth as he let out a terrifying
mess of random high screams and animal-like grunts and snarls.  "That a
boy, Dewey!" cried Reese.  "Go Dewey!" shouted Malcolm.  His violent spasms
caused his crotch to push up and slam into my mouth 8...9...10 times.
Finally, his 6-year-old orgasm, what I strongly suspected was the first in
his life, was spent.  And so was I.  Wow!

Too tired to move very far, I pried a space open between Reese and Dewey
and flopped down in between them on my back, trying to get my breath.
"Uncle Jay YOU GOTTA SUCK ME NOW!" shouted Reese.  He was almost crying.
"Okay, Reese, just give me a min--" and like a flash he was on me, his cock
all the way down my throat.  Holding on to the headboard, he bucked like a
young bull, mercilessly fucking his hard 12-year-old stick in and out of my
mouth--all the way down my throat, smashing my face with a loud "SLAP" then
back out before ramming it home again.  Though no longer hard, it was still
a horny scene to me--him so animalistic and lost in his lust.  Me, that is,
my sucking mouth, the object of it.  And both of his brothers there
watching.  It was brutal and hard to catch breaths, but I knew he wouldn't
last long.

And he didn't.  In less than a minute I felt that hard pulsing again and
that familiar horny taste of young Reese's cum exploding into my mouth.  I
was starting to like it now.  Not because it inherently tasted good, but
because I loved Reese and everything about him.  So if I loved everything
about him, then I would love his cum.  It almost tasted sweet to me.  I
sucked and swallowed, and put my hands up to feel and squeeze his muscular,
fucking butt.  "AAHHHH!!!" he cried, like an Indian making an attack.
"AAHHH!  AHH!!  Ah!!  Ahhhh...  And then finally, he pulled out and just
sat on my chest as he came down from his sexual high.

"Thank you!" he cried breathlessly, as he flopped down on the bed beside
me, then rested his sweet head on my chest.  I pulled Dewey, who was still
smashed up against me, on top of me, then I reached for Malcolm.  I pulled
Malcolm against my other side and he put his head on my chest, opposite
Reese.  Reese and Malcolm both put their arms around Dewey--Reese on his
lower back and Malcolm on his butt.  The two older brothers each put a
naked leg on top of mine and pressed their whole bodies against my side as
I pulled them tighter to me.  Ahhh...

So here I was--three brothers--three beautiful boys that I loved--three
sexy, horndog little boys, all surrounding me--blanketing me--enveloping
me.  Surely this was a dream.  I closed my eyes and reveled in it.  I had
no desire to wake up any time soon.

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Coming in Chapter 11 -- Trouble for Reese and Malcolm

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