Date: Fri, 3 Sep 2021 18:11:38 +0200
From: mushu410@mail.com
Subject: Malcolm and My Neighbors Chapter 13 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 13
Having my Dick and Watching it Too

So it had been quite a morning already.  Dewey, under threat of blackmail,
had demanded that I "make him feel good like I did for his brothers."  So I
sucked him and rimmed him, only to find out later that he didn't know what
the "feel good" was going to be.  He had no idea.  But, we both loved it.
Still, his brothers got in a fight over who told and of course we found out
that neither told, only that Reese had said I made him "feel good."  In
between all that, they were all spanked for their bad behavior – playful
spanks that brought us all to rousing orgasms.

And now, I was lying outside in the huge hammock – part of the ton of
awesome stuff my Mom had purchased for my poolside patio when we fixed up
the house last week.  And I was not alone.  Shortly after I got out of the
pool, young Malcolm joined me, his naked body lying on top of my naked body
as I rubbed my hands all over his sweet little butt.  He proved he was not
lying when he had told me a week earlier, that he liked hugging and kissing
more than the sex.  Man.  He had his little arms smashed against my sides,
rubbing his bare wet chest onto mine, a big smile on his face, looking up
at me with his gorgeous blue eyes.

Then he would lean up and kiss me on the mouth.  Oh fuck!  He would lick
his lips first, then, not hard, but gently press his lips against mine for
30 seconds at a time, sometimes a minute, two!  He wasn't the least bit
aroused; it was just pure, super-intimacy to him.  Even better, he didn't
mind that I was fully aroused, my hard 6-inch dick poking into his little
white butt.  For the millionth time in the past week, I thought about how
lucky I was.  For the millionth time I also said to myself that what I was
doing at the moment was as nice as anything I'd ever done – something I
could do forever.  But, it was not to last.

"Uncle Jay!"  It was Dewey.  He had come up to the edge of the pool where
Malcolm and I were lying.  "I have to go pee," he said.  I couldn't think
why he was telling me that.  "So?" said Malcolm lifting up his head, "go in
the house and pee!"  And he put his head back down on my chest.  "Uncle
Jay!" cried Dewey, "I really have to pee!  I have to go right now!

"C'mon, Uncle Jay!"  He had gotten out of the pool and held out his hand to
me.  In the back of my mind I think I knew where this was leading.  I
wasn't even sure if I wanted it to go there.  But I also didn't want him to
say the wrong thing in front of his brothers.  I unraveled myself from
cuddly little Malcolm, giving him a parting kiss on the forehead, and stood
up to take 6-year-old Dewey's hand.  "Where are you going?" asked Malcolm
incredulously.  "I'll be back," I said over my shoulder, as in a dream-like
state, I was being led by Dewey to the house.

We went in through the French doors of the master bedroom and into the
bath.  I made sure the door was locked.  Instead of going over to the
toilet, Dewey just stood in the middle of the room, looking at me.  Oh man,
what the fuck was I doing?  What was we he doing?  Did he really want this?
Or did he just think I did?  Or was it both?  And what did I want?  As I had
been doing all week when the boys were around, I let my cock decide.  And
it was still standing tall – rock-hard.  Oh fuck.  I was going to do it
again: again, drawn to a forbidden act like a magnet.  The first and only
time it had happened, I hadn't expected it.

He was about to have his first orgasm in my sucking mouth and said he had
to pee.  I told him to go ahead, thinking he was going to just orgasm.
But he really did pee...in my mouth...and before I had time to think, I
swallowed, first to keep my mattress clean, but then, because it turned me
on.  Oh shit, oh fuck!  What had I become?  What kind of depraved slut was I
turning into?  But I had to.  I couldn't turn down this invitation.  How
many guys get it?  And I had to do it now before I thought any more about
it and talked myself out of it.

I grabbed him by the armpits and picked him up to me.  "Can I have a kiss
first?" I asked.  (Little Dewey and I had never kissed.)  He nodded his
head and gave me a very nice kiss on the mouth for about 3 seconds.  Then
he leaned his head back.  "Hurry," he said, "I really have to go!"  I
walked over to the sink and stood him on the vanity.  His chin was at the
level of the top of my head.  His little boy penis was at my chest level.
"Try to go as slow as you can," I said.  He nodded, and I leaned down.  I
slurped his tiny, precious jewel into my mouth.  My knees were shaking.

I thought there would be a pause; I thought I would have a moment to get
ready.  I know that if I was about to pee in someone's mouth it would take
me a moment to work up to it.  But not this cowboy.  No, he cut loose the
second I had him in my mouth.  Oh man, there it was – his pee –
Dewey's pee!  His juice, his liquid, something he had made himself, saved
it for me, and now was sharing it with me.  Ahhh...  I was never hornier.
Oh fuck!  Like before, it was basically watery with a sweet taste –
really not what you would expect urine to taste like at all.  He had had
another orange soda since breakfast.

But as with taking cum into my mouth, it's not the taste - it's the faucet
– and the owner of the faucet!  And the sharing of himself.  The fact
that this pee was coming from the cutest little tyke in the world, the fact
that it was coming from the center of his boyhood, the fact that I had that
same boyhood in my horny mouth, the fact that he was willingly and happily,
even proudly sharing his essence with me – all that combined in my
perverted brain to make this an awesome scene for me.  I swallowed like a
camel about to go on a 2 week journey.  I swallowed like a man dying of
thirst.  I sucked and swallowed and rubbed my hands up and down his back,
butt, and legs like the horny, warped fuck that I am!  And I was proud he
chose to give me the gift!

Oh man, my cock was throbbing, moving on its own.  I grabbed a 6-year-old
little buttcheek in each hand and smashed my face into his hairless crotch,
swallowing his offering as I started to rub my achingly hard dick on his
silky smooth leg.  He started to go erect as I greedily sucked the pee out
of him – and he was still pissing, the little fucker!  In fact, as his
dick got hard, the piss seemed to shoot out of him with more force, until
he was fully hard, sticking straight out, and the piss was hitting the back
of my throat, almost choking me.  But I stayed at my post as he, now in
horniness grabbed my head and pressed his bald crotch to my face even
harder.  What a sexy little dude!

I didn't think I could take much more without grabbing my cock and shooting
my load but just as I thought that, the flow slowed down to a trickle, then
he was done.  But...I wasn't and neither was he.  With his hands still on
my head and my face still pressed into his smooth stomach, I upped the
power of my sucking, getting his little peepee wet as I swabbed my tongue
all over it and developed a sucking rhythm that went with his throbs.  "Oh!
Oh!  Oh!" the cries of his high pitched, 6-year-old voice punctuating my
obscene slurping sounds on him.  Oh man – what a hot, sexy scene!  My
knees were still shaking.  My head was spinning.

And then, "Lick my hiney!" he cried as he pulled off of me and turned
around on the sink counter.  He leaned over, his hands on the mirror and
his awesome sweet buttlett sticking out in my face.  There were pink
remains of my fingerprints where I had been clutching his buttcheeks.
Fuck!  I had to grab onto the edge of the counter to steady myself.  And
then I went in.

Still holding onto the counter and trying not to faint, I smashed my face
against him, trying to get as much of my tongue in his crack as I could.  I
drilled at his hole, stabbing and lapping.  And then, recovering some from
my light-headedness, I released my hands from the sink and went in for the
kill – grabbing half an ass in each hand and spreading him wide as I
attacked his cute little pucker with a new fury.  With all the spit I could
muster, I slurped, lapped and stabbed, the sounds of my obscene assault
along with his high-pitched squeals of delight combining to up my frenzy of
lust.  But then, he started laughing.  I don't mean little giggles, but
down-right laughing, his little butt shaking with the rest of him.  This
was something new.

I reluctantly pried my face out of him and asked, "What's funny?  Does it
tickle?"  "No," he said, "I saw my face in the mirror.  When you lick me
there, it gets all scrunched up and funny looking."  Man, I wish I could
see.  I got it!  "Dewey, turn sideways," I said.  The vanity was very wide
so there was plenty of room.  Now with him sideways, we could both turn our
heads and watch his face in the mirror.  I slammed my face back between his
sweet cheeks with even more passion than before.  If we were going to watch
a show, it was going to be a good one.

With a slight turn of the head and a greater turn of my eye, I COULD see
him!  Not only his face, but ALL of him – and myself too!  It had
finally happened.  For all the things I had done with them when I said to
myself that I wished I could be on them and yet stand back and watch at the
same time... now I was!  Oh fuck – it was absolutely the hottest sight
ever!  Little Dewey, standing on the counter, knees bent, chest bent
forward, hands on his knees and his hot, masculine little boybutt sticking
WAY out in such a filthy way.  And me with my face buried in said butt,
while my own face was contorted in hot lust, my eyes ablaze, and his
alternately contorted in lust, then laughter from him at the sight of his
"scrunched up face."  Fuck!  Fuck, fuck, FUCK!

I was so horny now, I was like a wild man – maybe more like a wild dog.
I jammed my face into his little ass, almost knocking him over.  I moved my
face back and forth like a wild animal ripping apart meat, and I made the
sounds to match: "GGRRYYGGG FFFKKKKRRRR HHHHMMMMKKKKK!!!!"  I wanted to
grab my cock, but reached around and grabbed Dewey's hard little peepee
instead.  I had never jacked off such a little dick but I found that my
thumb and one finger did the trick.  "Oh, OH, OOOHH!!!" he cried, his cries
of delight getting louder as his laughter was replaced by his stronger
cries of lust.

"AAAHHH!!!  AAAHHH!!!" he cried out, almost at his screaming point now.
Then suddenly, he jerked himself up to a standing position, whipped around
in a split second, and jammed his hot, little pricklett into my hungry
mouth.  "GGRRYYGGG FFFKKKKRRRR HHHHMMMMKKKKK!!!!"  I cried again, making up
a new language – a language of unbridled boylust.  Again, I grabbed his
hot little ass and smashed him into me; and again, I turned so I could
watch this incredible scene in the mirror.  Watching me, feeling his cock
in my mouth, hearing his cries, feeling his ass, and then SEEING it all as
it was happening – that put me over the edge.  "HHHMMMM!!!" I screamed
into him, smashing my face into him even harder as I tried to literally
swallow his cock.  That was enough for him as well.

"EEEOOOOWWW!!" came the siren screams once again, then twice, three times
as his mini-fucktool pulsed mightily in mouth in the throes of his boy
orgasm.  I held onto him tight, not wanting him to collapse and fall.  I
put as much of my own weight as I could against the sink to keep myself
stable.  Finally, after about 10 magnificent thrusts, his boyrod slowed
down and then stopped pulsing.  I grabbed him to me and we both fell to the
floor, although, I brought us down slowly so as not to hurt him.

He was panting from his powerful orgasm and I was panting almost as much
from my own lust.  "Dewey!" I shouted, still in my frenzy, "I'm going to
cum off on you, cowboy!" I cried as I climbed on top of him.  "You mean
you're gonna shoot your stuff on me?" he cried.  "It won't hurt you!" I
shouted, as I lowered myself to get my cock onto his lower stomach, right
at the base of his own cocklett.  He didn't protest, and before he had time
to think about it, I started my fucking motion.  I had never fucked anyone
and the motion gave a new-found feeling to my ass muscles which I kind of
liked.  But that feeling was no match for the feeling of my cock on Dewey's
soft, smooth, little boy skin.  Oh man!!

My lust was so powerful at this point that I had to rein it in, otherwise I
was going to scrape off some of his precious 6-year-old skin.  But whatever
I did, I knew it was only going to be seconds until I shot.  I rubbed
against him back and forth, my whole shaft alive with feeling, awesome as
the head made contact with his stomach and awesome as the base brushed upon
his now soft little uncut piece.  "Oh Dewey," I cried, still pumping on
him.  "Oh Dewey... what we just did... you got me so hot... oh Dewey... oh
Dewey, oh FUCK OH DEWEY!  OH... OH... GET READY COWBOY, HERE IT COMES!!!!!!

And he just had time to squinch his eyes shut and turn his head as my first
spray, barreled out of my gun and landed with an audible "splat" right on
his face – a whole long streak of it, going right from his chin, across
his mouth, up his cheek, over his eyelid and to his forhead.
SHHHHIIITTTT!!!!  It was too hot.  I did a couple more pumps and then just
collapsed on him, my raging fuckstick still maddeningly throbbing and putting
out its load into his navel.  For a second, I didn't even care if he could
breath.  I pulsed and pulsed from my cock, as my orgasm spread out to my
arms and legs as I flailed them on the floor.  "AAAHHHH!!!"  I screamed,
over and over like a crazy man.  And then, finally, it was over and I just
lay on top of him panting for all I was worth.

"Will you get this stuff off of me?"  I heard a distant voice – it was
like it was a thousand miles away.  Oh yeah, Dewey.  Little Dewey.  I was
still on top of him.  "Oh, sorry," I said, as I moved off of him and onto
the bathroom floor.  "Not you!" he said (he was mumbling, trying to talk
without really opening his mouth – why was that?)  "THIS STUFF!" he
managed to half scream through gritted teeth as he wildly pointed to my cum
all over his face.

I was going to get up and get a rag, but he wanted it off NOW.  And... even
though normally, once I had orgasmed, I never wanted anything to do with
cum, I was still horny in my brain.  Despite the fact that my cock was
deflated, I felt remarkable lust as I looked at the little tyke's
cum-strewn face.  So, I attacked again.  In a millionth of a second, I shot
up and again with the sounds of starving animals spewing somewhere from
within me, I devoured his entire face in licks, sucks, and slurps, getting
him all cleaned off of cum, but leaving him covered in my spit.  As he
wiped his eyes, I worked my way down, sucking his nips (no cum there but I
sucked them anyway) and working my way down to eat my cum from his lower
stomach and suck it out of his belly-button.  Oh man – I could eat any
manner of things out of that little belly button for hours on end!  Maybe I
would get the chance some day!  Ah...  Finally having obscenely cleaned him
off, I plopped my tired head onto his soft stomach and just rubbed him all
over while I continued trying to recover my breath.

After a minute, I rolled off of him and laid down on my back next to him on
the floor.  A minute after that, he rolled on top of me, his head on my
chest.  I rubbed him up and down, then held him to me.  A couple of more
minutes went by, then he moved up, gave me a sweet kiss on the lips, and
said, "Let's go swimming."  Yeah, Cowboy," I replied, "after that, I think
we need to cool off!"

Still holding him, I stood up, then ran out and jumped into the pool.
Malcolm, now back in the pool with Reese, was giving me a weird look.  "So
what have you two boys been up to?" Reese asked with a huge grin.
"Uh... Dewey needed me to wipe him," I answered.  "No, I didn't!" shouted
Dewey.  "I can wipe!"  "Yeah, since last week!" shouted Reese, then almost
drowned himself from laughing at his own joke.

"You think we couldn't hear Dewey's screams?" Malcolm said, "not to mention
yours?"  He was kind of mad.  No, no...he was jealous.  I was flattered.
"C'mere, Malcolm," I said, "please."  He slowly walked across the shallow
half of the pool.  I pulled him to me and picked him up, holding my hands
under his naked butt.  "Look, Sunshine, I have to share myself with all of
you.  And if I was wrong to leave you and go in the house with Dewey, then
I'm sorry.  If that hurt your feelings, then I'm really sorry."  He hugged
me tighter.  "How about if I carry you around like this in the pool awhile,
will that help?"  He pulled back, looked at me and nodded.  "And listen,
Malcolm," I continued, "maybe sometimes I can have you guys over on
different nights.  So I'll have you over soon all by yourself, and we'll do
whatever you want to do, how's that?"  He didn't say a word.  He didn't
have to.  He just licked his lips and put them to mine in a sweet, long,
awesome kiss.  For the million and first time, I'll say it: My life
couldn't get any better.

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Coming in Chapter 14 – The "Coach" Gets "Initiated"

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