Date: Sat, 8 Oct 2022 17:26:30 +0200
From: mushu410@mail.com
Subject: Malcolm and My Neighbors Chapter 23 (Revised)

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 23
A Night with Malcolm, Part 4 – A "French" Fuck?

So Malcolm and I had now been connected dick-to-butt for quite some time –
through all the time it took to actually get me up inside him; then
through my first orgasm inside him (second one of the night, by the way)
as his little but powerful ass had milked my raging boner.  Then there
was the wonderful shower we took followed by my first experience at truly
fucking – at truly moving my cock in and out of somebody else.  It took
some doing to keep him enticed, but with a little lovemaking on my part
he really got into it and I had my third screaming orgasm of the night.
But I hadn't heard him scream or felt him going wild like I did.

"Did you have an orgasm?" I managed to ask, looking down at his little
member to see that it was still hard as a nail.  "No," he said simply.

And then...and then I felt my cock going soft.  Oh, no!  Malcolm said he
wanted to fall asleep with it in him.  What to do?  After what he had just
given me, I had to give him something in return.

And then I had a thought — a new thought — a perverse thought — an
almost evilly lustful thought.  It seemed that there was no end to the sick
things I could come up with when given the opportunity.  Just the idea of
what I was thinking was enough to make my cock twitch, even though it was
still deflating.  After three insane, explosive orgasms, I didn't think I
could do anything about that.  But I could still do something for Malcolm.

I remembered how crazy Malcolm got a few days ago when I rimmed him.  I
mean, he went absolutely insane.  Yes, I did write, probably, that I fucked
him with my tongue.  All the porn stories say that, don't they?  What I
meant by that and what I take it that others mean, is that about a quarter
inch of the tip of the tongue is going about a quarter inch into the
butthole. That's because most tongues aren't really very long, and more so
because the butthole only opens to about the size of a pencil (at least
when tight).  Now I do have a long tongue - I even got teased about it.
So the only thing barrier to getting my tongue in Malcolm was his tiny,
tight little boy hole.

But I remembered some fuck videos I had seen on the internet — videos
where guys fuck a while and then the top guy starts taking his dick
entirely out of the bottom's ass, then rams it back again.  I remembered
that when they do that, the bottom's asshole doesn't slam shut.  No, it
stays open for a moment.  And who knows, maybe when all loosened up like
that it could stay open a long time.  After all, I had had my dick in
Malcolms hot hole for what seemed like hours.  Could I actually tongue
fuck him, I mena, for real?  I was going to find out.

Even though I had just cum, I was still on the high of my orgasm.  I was
still horny — horny enough to do — to try anything.  My breath
speeding up again, my adrenaline pumping, I pushed with my legs, and with
my ever-shrinking cock still barely in Malcolm's little bottom, I got his
ass high up in the air.  "What are you going to do?" he asked.  "I'm going
to give you an orgasm that you will remember when you are senile," I
growled.  And then in one swift movement, I yanked my spent cock out of him
and whipped my face down to his precious center.  OH FUCK!  IT WAS!  It was
open!  Gaping!  Gaping open — not as big as my dick, but
big...wide...plenty of room for my...  I couldn't afford to wait any
longer.  With new-found animalistic passion, I dove onto his hole and stuck
my tongue out as far as I could.  FUCK!  I had to have literally an inch
and a half of my tongue fully inserted up Malcolm's shoot!  It was
incredible.  Incredible to me, and to him too, obviously.

His scream started low, as one who was so shocked, so suddenly surprised,
he couldn't process what was happening.  And then, as these incredible,
never-before feelings from his ass took over, the scream rose in pitch and
volume like a siren.  With wicked glee, I started actually, and truly
FUCKING him with my TONGUE!  It was unbelievable!

Within seconds, I had Malcolm sobbing wildly and screaming in outbursts
that sounded like something from a slasher film.  It was enough to break
the windows — enough to be heard outside even.  Still pistoning his
gaping hole with my tongue, I reached up and grabbed a pillow and threw it
over his head.  He grabbed it and smashed it to his face and screamed and
cried into it for all he was worth.  I was already having to use every
muscle fiber in my body to hold his ass in place as he bucked wildly; and
giving him the pillow to hold meant that he was no longer pushing away from
he with his arms.  "AHHHH!!!  MOMMYYY!!!  DADDYYY!!!" I heard him wail into
the pillow.  And then, "GEEEKKK, GGRYBLL, FIKKKK, MMPPHH," and all manner
of unintelligible, scary sounds.  He was like a boy possessed.

I too, was possessed, possessed by lust — a lust to keep my tongue
entering his hole.  It was incredible. It was the most base and perverted,
and yet possibly the most intimate thing I had ever done.  My tongue, the
part of my mouth that the world didn't see, tasting Malcolm's insides, his
center, the entrance up into his body.  Oh FUCK!  Like Malcolm, I, too,
began to cry as I kept up my wild pistoning in and out of his awesome
orifice, my face emphatically smashed against his smooth little ass.  Oh if
only I had a six-inch tongue!  But he was such a little boy.  Even an inch
and a half must feel like a huge amount of tongue up inside of him.  "Was I
hitting his prostate?" I wondered.  I was hitting something!

"AHHHH!  AHHHH!  AHHHH!" he continued to cry into the pillow, his legs
flailing about, his asshole throbbing in violent lust around my stabbing
tongue.  In and out I went, just as with my cock.  In and out, in and out,
but the slippery, slimy, softness of my tongue had to feel even better to
him than my hard cock had.  I started pushing up with my tongue as I
pistoned, trying to get even more pressure on his most sensitive spots.  It
worked.  "EEEKKKKK!  FFRRYYYGGGG!  KKKAAAKKK!" he screamed out, sounding as
if his eyes were being scratched out.  I kept up my relentless assault,
determined to make this little boy blast off.

At certain moments, as I continued to storm on his hot winker, he would
flop the pillow off his face onto the bed, take a few huge gasps for air
between his wracking sobs, then smash the pillow back onto his face and
again, scream for all he was worth.  Even though my spent cock had not yet
come back, I still felt as horny as I had ever been in my life.  I would
remember this moment forever!  FUCK!  Oh FUCK!  I mean FUCK OF ALL FUCKS OF
ALL FUCKS!!!!!!!!

Malcolm again flopped the pillow back onto the bed, a heaving gasp for air,
and then a new sound.  His scream now turned into more of a wail, a wail
that continued but rose up and down in its own rhythm, even though he was
still jerking with sobs.  He was getting close.  Me still crying, I smashed
my face into him even more, no doubt causing him pain, but he didn't
protest.  Nor did he protest when I moved my thumbs in closer to his hole
and pulled out, spreading him open even wider.  "OOOOOOOOOOOhhhhhhhhhhh!
OOOOOOOOOOOOOOhhhhhhhhhhhh!  OOOOOOOOOOOOOOhhhhhhhhhhhhh!" he wailed, in
unbelievably high-pitched, sick puppy-dog like sounds.  I became even more
overcome with sobs, so carried away was I by lust in the insane sexual
feelings I was able to bring down upon Malcolm.

I now had my tongue up him as far as I could possibly push it out of my
mouth.  It must have been two whole inches now.  I slowed down my frenetic
thrusts and started long, even strokes in a steady rhythm.  "AH!!!" he
cried out, then "AH!!!  AH!!!  AH!!!" in rhythm with my thrusting, then
more sobs.  This went on for a full minute.  Then another.  I was crazy
with lust!  And then it hit.  His scream started as a low howl, then rose
continuously up to a high wail.  At the same time, I felt those powerful
rhythmic spasms of his asshole wrapped around my tongue, that told me his
little cock was spasming in victorious orgasm, trying to push out an
as-yet-to-be-created load.  I felt like I could even feel his prostate
throbbing with each push, and I had sensations of vibrating and shoving and
flexing and all kinds of feelings, both mental and physical.

"EEEKKKK!  EEEKKKK!  EEEKKKK!" his screams were back at the glass-breaking
level now, and in fear of his being heard next door, I reached up and
clamped my hand down over his mouth.  "HHHMMMMMMM!  HHHMMMMMMM!
HHHMMMMMMM!" he screamed bloody murder into my hand as he kept up the
violent spasms of his orgasmic fireworks.

Finally, sadly (for me) the rhythmic spasms slowed down and came to an end.
But I could not stop.  No, I was still a man possessed.  I knew I might
never have an opportunity like this again, so I kept my face plastered
there, I kept wagging my tongue in him trying to reach up as far as I can.
He began to struggle from side to side, to try to push away.  He was
screaming into my hand still on his mouth and trying to turn his head.
Then finally, "STOP!!!!!" he cried as he managed to get his feet on my
shoulders and kick me off with a mighty thrust.

For just a moment, time seemed to stop.  It was nearly midnight.  It was
the first time in six hours that we were not touching each other on at
least some part of our bodies.  But only for a second.  As if being forced
together by two opposing winds, we slammed back together, out chests making
a thud, a slap, and a cracking sound, almost knocking the breath out of
dear little Malcolm.  Immediately, we burst into a new level of wailing
sobs, as we collapsed onto the bed in each other's arms.  I don't know how
long we cried.  I'm not sure why we cried.  Was it just the feeling of
being overwhelmed?  Was it deeper than that?  Did it come out of our sense
of lonely memories and now joy and relief at having someone to show us
love?  People cry on each other's should for comfort when tragedy hits, but
we were crying out of something happier.  It was weird.  But it was
intimate.  It increased our closeness.

Maybe it was about 10 minutes for me, then another 10 more for Malcolm.  I
held him tight.  When he finally stopped, I held one tissue, then another
for him to blow his nose into.  I don't think my cock actually moved, but I
felt like it twitched.  Why?  I don't know.  Just another intimate act with
a boy?  Receiving another kind of fluid from him?  Yucky fluid, though.

Finally, after getting both of us desnotted, and using further tissues to
get us free of some of the tears and sweat, it was apparent that he was
close to falling asleep.  We laid there in silence for a moment and then
again, I heard his quiet request: "I still want to go to sleep with your
dick in me."  Sigh.  "I don't know if I can, Malcolm," I said.  "I'll try.
I don't think we can sleep with my dick in you in this position though.
Here, roll over then spoon back up against me."  He did, making sure to
never lose body contact with me in the process.  (Remember, his plea when
he had walked in at 6:00 this evening was that I would never stop holding
him all night.)  Now, my chin was on top of his head, his bare back against
my naked chest, his sweet little white bottom pressing into my groin.  We
waited a minute.  I tried to will myself to get an erection.  But the whole
night had been too much.  Sigh.

"Sorry, Malcolm," I said.  "I think I had enough orgasming tonight to last
me for the rest of my life, and there's just nothing left."
"Please... please, Daddy," he said.  Oh fuck!  He called me "daddy" again,
knowing how my hearing that had made my dick spring up before!  I loved it!
But it was no use.  He wiggled his little butt against my dick.  Oh man.  I
wanted to get hard — I wanted to get hard so bad.  At any other possible
moment in my life I would have, but..."Sorry, Sunshine," I said.

And then he turned his head around to look at me.  I raised up and put my
head above his to look into his eyes.  He looked slightly pensive.  "What,
my prince?" I asked.  "I can't believe I'm doing this again...and so soon,"
he added.  Then he licked his lips and raised up.  Was he?  (We had
experimented with French kissing when the evening began.  He hated it but
doing it with him sent me into almost immediate, crazy orgasm.)  Oh yes!
He was!  He did!  I felt his lips press against mine, then the slight tip
of his tongue gently push into my mouth and rest there, as I eagerly and
lustfully started sucking on it.  And like sailors raising a sail, my cock
quickly started to come to full mast.  I managed to shove it up into him
before I reached full size.  It went in easily, and it felt great for both
of us to feel it continue to grow up inside of him.  When he realized I
was fully hard, he gently broke the kiss, then turned his head back around,
resting his sweet 11-year-old head on my arm.

"Uncle Jay?" he said sleepily.

"Huh?"

"Thanks for everything.  Thanks for tonight."

"I'm the one that should be grateful, Malcolm.  Thank you."

So, we both were grateful, and we had reason to be.  We both got what we
wanted from the other.  We figured out how to get it in a way that made the
other person want to give it to us.  And we met the goal of being connected
and getting closer to each other.

In no time at all, I heard the steady breathing coming from him, that told
me my little prince was finally asleep.  Asleep with my big cock still
imbedded in his ass.  Just like he wanted.

* * * EPILOGUE * * *

Now you may be wanting to know how it went the next day, after all, he was
to stay until 5:00 p.m.  Well, I'll tell you straight off, there was no
more sex.  But, I don't really have to tell you that, do I?  I mean, c'mon,
you just read about all we just did.  It was enough.  More than enough.
Not that I didn't want to do it all again, but what I mean is, it was
"enough for now."

What did happen, was that after he was sleeping for about 10 minutes, my
cock did start to go down and soon plopped out of his boy-butt.  Not that I
would have left it in there all night.  I mean, what kind of damage might
that do to a guy's circulation, you know what I mean?  So anyway, I then
got up and put some warm soapy water in a pan and clear water in another,
then I lovingly washed him off as he slept.  For one thing, I wanted to
make sure his little hole was okay — not gaping open or hurt or
anything.  He seemed none the worse for wear.  But I also wanted to get all
the gooey lube off of both of us so we could have a good night's sleep.

I knew from the other nights he was here, that he slept a lot longer than
me, but I was so exhausted, that I had barely opened my eyes, and was still
half asleep when I felt him stir in the bed the next morning.  I quickly
rolled over and squeezed myself to him, so that we would still be connected
together when he woke up.

I heard him yawn, then he stretched and put his impossibly skinny little
arms back down to rest on mine.  I slowly opened my eyes, pretending to
just wake up.  I opened my eyes to see his adoring sweet face looking over
at me.  What a way to start the day!

"I have to pee," he said.  "I have to poop," I said.  "Do you still want me
to carry you all the time today?"  "Yes!" he said with glee, and a twinkle
in his breath-takingly-blue eyes.  And he smiled with that look of
surprised happiness as I picked him up and carried us both to the bathroom.
I sat down on the toilet, with him on my lap.  "How am I supposed to pee
like this?" he asked.  "Just pee," I said, already starting to push out my
first hunk of crap.

"But I'll...it will get on..."

"Just pee!" I shouted, and started tickling him.  On another day, he might
have jumped away but today he was not about to break our "connection."  So
he did start to pee.  And it did go right where he was afraid it would go —
all over my cock!  It was so hot, and I mean that in both ways.  And it was
Malcolm's pee — something he made in his body and that was now coming
out of the symbol of his boyhood.  My cock got about half hard.  I probably
would have gotten totally hard, had I not started trying to squeeze out the
next turd.  Anyway, since I took it in stride, Malcolm wasn't freaked out
about it.

So, we finished up in the bathroom, then he basically rode me piggy-back
while I made coffee, got the milk and cereal, out, etc.  We ate outside by
the pool with him sitting on my lap.  I asked him if he wanted me to feed
him.  He gave me a very weird look and said, "Why would I want that?"
Oops.

After breakfast, we spent most of the rest of the day in the pool.  In the
pool, we were in his favorite position of being chest to chest, with me
holding him up under his little ass.  Sometimes, I would hold him along my
side like you would hold a toddler.  It was so sexy.  And in the pool, the
water pretty much held him up so he weighed almost nothing in my arms.  I
could carry him around in there all day.  When we weren't in the pool, or
eating, we were cuddled together in the big hammock.  We actually had
fallen asleep in the hammock and were there when Reese came over to wake us
up and get his 5:00 o'clock blowjob.

"I guess it's time to go home," Malcolm said as he started to wake up, then
get up.  Right after he stood, he realized that for the first time in
hours, we were no longer touching.  He gave me a weird, almost frightened
look.  Then it turned into a smile and he shrugged his shoulders as if to
say, "it's okay."  Reese was picking up on none of this.  He had already
shucked his shorts and stepped out of them and was standing there in all
his naked glory, his glorious 4 hard inches on full display.  "Hurry up,
Malcolm!" he said.  (He wanted Malcolm to move out of the way.)  Malcolm
started for the house, then turned around and gave me a quick peck on the
lips before departing toward the kitchen.  His shorts were still by the
front door where he had taken them off last night.  "Bye," he called over
his shoulder.  "Bye, Malcolm," I called, and Malcolm disappeared into the
house.

Reese started toward me in the hammock, then stopped, his macho boy-dick
pointed right at me.  "Get down on the grass," he said, in a low, lustful
growl.

Oh Reese, you make me so crazy!

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Coming in Chapter 24 – Buttasm for Dewey

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