Date: Fri, 27 Aug 2021 16:43:17 +0200
From: mushu410@mail.com
Subject: Malcolm and My Neighbors Chapter 6

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 6
Malcolm the Spy

So, I told you in the last chapter that Reese came over the next day
(Sunday) and told me how he and Dewey cuddled with their Dad in the
recliner, then both ended up naked all evening, even sleeping naked.  What
I didn't tell you is that hot little Reese was still naked.  As he would
soon tell me, he hadn't worn a stich of clothing since Saturday afternoon.
And when he walked in my front door (yes, I had unlocked it earlier in
anticipation of his walking in) not only was he totally naked, but his
proud little 12-year-old cocklett was unashamedly pointed at the sky!

The kinky little fagslut, (and now boylover) cockhound in me, wanted to
drop to my knees and take that hot tool in my mouth right then.  For upon
seeing him, especially like THAT, my cock was pointed at the sky in a
matter of seconds as well.  I had dressed more smartly this time, wearing
loose fitting boxers and running shorts instead of a jockstrap and cargos.
I had a feeling this would be my new uniform for the summer.

But anyway, the grown-up, bisexual, school teacher in me had some concern
(albeit slight) about him walking around outside naked AND with a boner,
not to mention wondering what his parents would say about his walking over
to visit me without a stitch of clothes.  "Reese," I said, "are your
parents okay with you coming over here naked like that?"  "Sure," he said,
"we've always played outside naked."  "Yeah, but people can see you walking
over to my front door," I replied.  "AND, your DICK is rock hard!"  He just
shrugged his shoulders--totally unconcerned.  He had that cute, blank look
on his face.  I don't think he had ever decided it was okay to be outside
naked and with a boner.  I just don't think he ever thought about it; and
he wasn't planning to.  So hot!  Fuck, I was so horny already!!

He was still standing by the door, out of sight of the front windows.
Fuck, I had to have him NOW!  Sure, it was him and not me, who pushed for
all the sex stuff we did yesterday.  But I only resisted because of his
age.  The hard fact is that I was every bit as much of a horndog as he was.
"So...so you're gonna suck me again today, right?" said Reese, standing
there in all his beautiful, naked, horny glory.  "Yesterday, you said you
would...you prom--" "Reese!" I interrupted, as I pulled off my clean
wife-beater to use as my cum rag.  "Of course, I'm going to suck you.  I
would never want to disappoint you, little man!  Just tell me when you're
going to cum because I want to cum at the same time," I said as I dropped
to my knees in front of him.

I looked up at him as I shoved down my shorts and boxers.  His cute little
face was locked in a daze of disbelief and happiness.  As he was only 4
foot, 4 inches high, I had to really scrunch my body down to get my mouth
even with his hot little rod.  But I liked that position.  Even though he
was only 12, he was so macho and masculine and had such a hot, budding
muscular little pre-teen body.  It felt good to me--it felt right to be on
my knees before him--to be the servant of his boy-rod--of his horniness.

I moved my mouth and tongue around just a second to work up a little
saliva.  I wondered how quickly he would cum this time.  I wondered if I
could last until he did.  I felt like I was already on the brink, so turned
on by his nakedness and his personality--just the audacity of walking over
here naked and with a boner, then just standing at my front door like that
chatting as if it were an everyday thing.  Shit, I hoped it would be!

I pursed my wet lips and opened them just enough to slurp his dime-sized
little boy-tool into my hot, waiting mouth.  I went all the way down,
grabbing his naked little ass from behind and smashing my face as hard as I
could against his stomach.  Then, I just held myself there.
"OH...OH...OH!" he cried, and I actually had to push up on his butt to hold
him up as his knees buckled and he almost collapsed.

He grabbed onto my head and squeezed me tight, leaning over in lust, and
also to have something to hold onto to keep himself vertical.  I was out of
air and really gagging so, still holding onto his butt and hips, I pushed
myself off and went all the way back until I was sucking just the very end
of his stretched foreskin with my lips.  Then, I went all the way back
down, and back out again a couple of inches.  Then again, and again,
keeping up a steady rhythm.  He was letting out a constant moan that rose
in volume and pitch every time my face smashed against his smooth stomach.

But it only took a few more strokes until he realized the position he was
in.  As soon as he did, he took over, grabbing my head with both of his
hands and ramming his steel-hard pecker in and out of my throat like a
bucking little rabbit.  Or maybe more like a tiger.  He was still moaning
and panting.  His animalism as he throat-fucked me made me so fucking
horny.  This is what I wanted.  I wanted him to take over--to be in charge.
I think that's what he liked and to me, it was so damned sexy!  The other
reason I wanted him to take over was so I could concentrate more on jacking
my own cock while this sexy little fucker was abusing my mouth.  I jacked
myself slowly because even though less than a minute had gone by, I was
already as horny as I had been at the scenes the day before.  I was already
on the brink of a huge orgasm.

It was all so hot and sexy and nasty--him walking in naked and hard, me
dropping to my knees, him fucking my mouth like a beast right there in the
living room--before he even took more than 2 steps into the house.  I was
slurping and sucking and gagging.  I was in ecstasy!  I started humming,
making "mmmm" sounds in part because I was so fucking enjoying what was in
my mouth, in part to vibrate his little raging cocklett, and in part to
give his sense of sound something additional to fuel his rampant lust.

It worked.  "I'M CUMMING!" he screamed, and with that, I jacked myself just
two more times and then took my hand off my burning 6-incher as I started
spewing sperm all over the place between his legs.  I quickly grabbed his
hips and pulled him back out of my throat so that the head of his cock was
now in my mouth.  I made it just in time, just as I felt the first big
throb of his powerful orgasm overtaking him.  "SSSHHHIIITTTT!!!" he cried,
squeezing my head tighter, "AAAHHHHHH!!!  OH FUCK!  OH FUCK!  OH FUCK!"

I was screaming too, as much as one can scream with two inches of dick in
his mouth.  So all that came out were loud, high-pitched, muffled
"MMMMMM'S!!!"  But just as I started the first giant pulse of my orgasm, I
finally felt and tasted what I had longed for and missed out during
yesterday's scenes--his boy-cum hitting my tongue!  It really did taste
kind of sweet.  But the good taste was only part of the joy--the main joy
was that it was REESE'S CUM!!  I was tasting, savoring, swallowing REESE'S
boy-seed--the essence of his sexy, animal maleness!!!  I grabbed his hips
to steady myself as my spasms became more like convulsions at the ecstasy I
was feeling as his boy-rod exploded into my sucking mouth.  He was
practically convulsing too, but I decided to up the ante, grabbing onto his
buttcheeks; squeezing them and pulling them apart to expose his little
pucker to the air.  "SSSHHHIIITTTT!!!" he screamed at the top of his lungs
and at an impossibly high pitch.  "OH SHIT!  OH FUCK!  OH FUCK!  OH FUCK!
OH SSSHHHIIITTTT!!!" he cried as the last precious spurt of boyjuice landed
onto my tongue.

This time it all lasted a little longer than the first--maybe almost 2
minutes of bliss.  And this time he didn't cry.  Yet we were spent as if
having done a day's labor.  He got to the point of his cock being too
sensitive for touch and grabbing my shoulders, yanked himself away from me.
We both collapsed into a heap on the floor, me banging against the front
door with him at my feet.  We were both panting.

I found my shirt and wiped up the cum, then pulled up my shorts.  "C'mere,
you," I said.  He tiredly, yet eagerly, pulled himself over, resting his
cheek on my chest, wrapping me round with the budding muscles of his young arms.  We just laid there a few minutes, recovering, as I rubbed him up and down from the top of his back down to the bottom of his butt.

"Hey Reese," I said, when we were pretty much breathing normally.  "I don't
know if that kiss you gave me yesterday was a one-time thing or not; and if
it was, I'm perfectly fine with that.  But...if you would enjoy it, I
wouldn't refuse a kiss right now to go along with this nice cuddle."  He
immediately and calmly pulled himself up and gave me the sweetest, nicest,
five-second kiss on the lips.  Then he rested his head on my chest again
with a little sigh.

"Was that thanks for sucking you off or was that just because you love me?"
I asked.  "Both!" he chirped.  "But here's one just because I love you!"
Then he actually licked his lips, and gave me another kiss just as sweet
and nice as the one before--but wetter--and longer.  This time it was me who sighed.

We just stayed there a few minutes until I got tired of being on the hard
floor.  And we couldn't very well hang out on the couch as Reese was
totally naked and I still didn't have curtains yet.  "Hey, little man," I
said, "let's go back and get comfortable on the bed and you can tell me all
about what happened yesterday when you got home."

"Okay," he said as I got up.  "Well, are you coming?" I asked as I looked
down at him.  "I'm too tired!" he whined in a little boy voice as he put
his arms up for me to lift him.  No problem.  After all, I lifted weights
almost every day and had for years.  I bent down and got him under the arms
and pulled him up to me.  He wrapped his legs tightly around my waste and
rested his head on my shoulder as we walked to the bedroom.  "No, please!"
he cried as I started to lean over to put him down on the bed.  "Carry me
around some more, pleeease!" He leaned back and looked at me with his best
"Bambi" eyes and smile.

"Anything you want, little man."  Hey, I was getting a hug -- naked chest
to naked chest and it felt great.  Plus, I was holding him up with my hands
on his naked butt.  Why would I want this to end?  I'm guessing he weighed
about 80 pounds is all.  I could carry him around for a long time.  I
stayed away from the front windows though, just walking him around through
the bedrooms and the hall.

Eventually, we settled on the bed and he told me the events of Saturday
evening that I related to you in the previous chapter.  Later, I actually
talked him in to going home and putting on some shorts so we could hang out
in the front room.  When he got back, he was surprised to see me unpacking
my video games.  He loved that I had a ton of games he didn't have, and we
played awhile.  We also wrestled a lot.  He loved that as well.  I had a
hard-on the whole time we wrestled, but I could tell he didn't at all.  If
he noticed that I did, he obviously didn't care.  I tried to get him to
talk about school or home but didn't get much out of him.  I don't think he
was trying to hold back anything, I think he just wasn't really used to
making conversation.

But I was glad we were making the effort to talk; and had wrestled and
played video games.  I certainly didn't want our relationship to be based
just on sex.  Although I did suck him off two more times that day, and came
with him as well.  Ahhhh...nice...  I had asked him if he wanted to be tied
up again.  He gave me a vehement "No!" even though he insisted it was
fantastic.  "It was just TOO fantastic," he said.  "It scared me."

"Okay, little man.  No more ropes until you're ready."

Before he went home for dinner, we checked the pool shed and took inventory
of all the equipment.  It looked like I had a vacuum and brush etc.,
everything for cleaning.  The pump seemed to be okay.  What I needed most
was advice.  Reese gave me a hug and another kiss before he left by way of
the driveway gate.  Ah...what a kid!

Monday, as promised, I went over to his house and knocked on the door,
getting him up so he could go to the pool place with me.  He came to the
door stark naked.  I didn't ask.  Eleven-year-old Malcolm, who looked more
like he was nine, came out wearing only his bright white briefs (so hot!).
Malcolm was wishy-washy about joining us, but finally decided he didn't
have anything better to do.  I found out that Dewey was at the
babysitter--partly to keep himself out of trouble, but mainly to protect
him from Malcolm, and especially Reese while his parents were at work.  His
parents could no longer find anyone who would babysit all three of them
together.  That was a little scary to hear and made me wonder again just
what kind of family I had moved in next to.  The memory of all the houses
around them being for sale came back to me...oh well...  What's done is
done.  On to the pool place.

To me the pool looked so bad that I was sure I'd have to drain it and start
over.  But the pool guy said it would be easier and cheaper to just pick
the big stuff off the top with leaf skimmers, keep cleaning the filter, and
let the chemicals and the filter do the work.  Once the algae was gone, the
walls and bottom would take some elbow grease, then some more filtering
until the water was clear and balanced.  All-in-all, it was going to take
several days to a week.

I just assumed the boys were going to help, and apparently they did too.
Reese was jovial as they followed me through the gate--excited at the
prospect of constant access to a pool.  Malcolm had been reserved all
morning and kept giving both me and Reese weird looks.  Did he suspect
something already?  How could he?  I had just moved in two days ago.

I had bought extra skimmers and brushes so we'd each have one.  We spent
about an hour skimming off what algae we could, then went around the sides
with brushes, leaning over and cleaning down as far as we could reach.  I
didn't want them getting into the filthy water (although they were ready
to).

After we had done all we could do for that day, we had lunch by the pool;
after which Malcolm asked to use the bathroom.  I directed him to the
closest one, which was through the patio doors in the master bedroom and to
the master bath.  After a minute, he stuck his head out the door and said
he was leaving, and that he was going to go out the front door because his
bike was in the front yard.

As he closed the door, Reese and I heaved a sigh of relief and gave each
other a big grin.  It had been so hard to be around him all morning without
being able to get my lips onto his sweet, hot boy-meat.  "Wait for Malcolm to be gone," I whispered, and then counted slowly to ten.  "Okay, now!" I said, and we both bolted to the bedroom, stripping off clothes as we went.  I kept my shorts on and he, of course, stripped naked.

He jumped into the center of the bed, spread his legs, and propped his
hands behind his head, giving me an erotic view of his armpits and crotch.
It was probably my favorite position in which to see a naked male--of any
age, really--just so open and willing--so sexy!  (Okay, I liked butt views
too but anyway...)

I wasted no time in going down on him.  I could give him a longer blow-job
later.  Right now, I was so fuckin' horny!  I wanted that boy-seed!  By the
third time I did him the day before, we had come up with a system that gave
us both all the pleasure we wanted and satisfied our horniness.  He would
do his best to stay still and let me service him for a while, then I would
let him control it at the end and fuck the hell out of my face until he
shot off down my throat.  We both had a ton of built up horniness so I
probably had only gone up and down on him about 10 times when he got up,
anxious to ram his cock into me.

I hurriedly scooted off the end of the bed and got on my knees on the
floor; and he scooted right down on his knees, grabbed my head and went to
town.  We were noisy as usual with the sounds of slurping, gagging, moaning
and grunting.  I was jacking wildly while he was ramming it home and after
only maybe 20 horny little-boy thrusts he shouted out, "I'm coming!"

As was our pattern already, I let it rip the same time he did, working hard
to keep myself upright and keep my mouth on his cock while my whole body
wracked with the convulsions of orgasm.  Again, I tasted his sweet,
precious cum; and again my convulsions were made more explosive by his
taste and the sound of the expletives coming from his pre-teen lips: "UH!
UH!  UH!  OH SHIT!  OH FUCK!" he cried.  "TAKE THAT CUM!  YEAH MAN, SWALLOW
THAT SHIT RIGHT DOWN YOU FAGGOT!  OH FUCK!!!  OH FUCK!!!  OH!
Oh!... oh... oh... (sigh)"

And he plopped back down onto the bed.  I had to get up and find a tissue
to wipe all the cum off my chest and hand, then I fell onto the bed beside
him.  I didn't get a hug or kiss every time, but maybe since this was the
first time today, he climbed up on top of me and gave me one of his
awesome, loving, sweet, long kisses!

And then from somewhere we heard a voice go, "Ewwww!"

What the fuck?!  It seemed like time stopped for a second.  And yet my
brain was going a thousand miles an hour.  Someone was in the house!
"Who's there?!" I shouted, my loud bravura not revealing my abject fear
over what I was just caught doing.  "Whoever is there, you better come out
right now!"  Reese and I were both on the bed, up on our knees.  we still had our arms wrapped around each other.

The half-opened closet door opened the rest of the way and a skinny little
body not much over 4 feet tall came into view.  It was Malcolm!  Oh, fuck,
he had seen everything!  I was dead!

"Malcolm, you little punk, I'm gonna kill you!" shouted a naked Reese as he
jumped off the bed and lunged at Malcolm.  But I grabbed him before he
could make contact with his clenched fists.  "Not if I tell Mom everything
I just saw!" shouted Malcolm as he headed toward the bedroom door.  "And I
can't BELIEVE you guys KISSED!" he said as he stopped at the door and
turned around.  "EWWWW!"  And then he ran out the front door.

Reese's entire body had turned red and he stormed around the room punching
his fist into the palm of his other hand, screaming, "I'm gonna kill him!
I'm gonna pound him to death!  I'm gonna kill him!"

"Reese!  Reese, that's fine for you!" I screamed over top of him to get his
attention.  "But you will just get a spanking or get grounded.  I'm going
to prison!"  I collapsed onto the bed in a puddle as I heard that word come
out of my mouth.  "Reese, what will he do?  What are WE going to do?"

"He won't tell," said Reese.  "He won't tell, `cause he knows I'll POUND
him if he does!!"

"How can you possibly be sure?  We gotta figure this out!  I mean, think
about it.  Aside from me going to jail, you're not gonna have me next door
anymore to suck the cum out of you three times a day every day."

He stopped and looked at me with a new-found fear.  "Let me think!" he
said, still pacing.  "Just give me a minute and let me think!  Let me
think!"  He was in a frenzy but starting to calm down.  I left him alone to
get his thoughts together and tried vainly to calm my own raging mind.

After a couple of minutes, Reese sat down on the bed.  "I don't think he'll
tell," Reese said.  "Why?" I asked.  "Don't you guys tell on each other?
Don't you ever try to get each other in trouble?"  "Yeah," said Reese, "but
not when we know it's going to cause this much trouble--not when it's
something this big.  Plus, even if he would tell on me, I don't think he
would get you in trouble."  "Why not?  He doesn't even know me," I said.
"Exactly," replied Reese, "there's nothing in it for him if he tells on
you."

"Well that makes sense, I guess."  (What did I know about brothers?  I was
an only child.)  "But how can you be sure?" I asked.  "There's no
guarantee."

"Maybe..." Reese was thinking again.  "I got it!" he said.

"What?!"

"There's one way that we never, ever tell no matter what, and that is when
we do something bad together.  If telling on us will get Malcolm into just
as much trouble, then there's no way he would ever tell!"

"So you're saying that..." I stammered, "that I...um..."

"I'm saying that you have to suck Malcolm's dick too!" replied Reese,
puffing up his chest--so proud of himself that he had come up with an
air-tight solution.

I swallowed hard--a lump in my throat.  Now I was getting in even deeper.
I was still terrified.

And yet, I felt my cock twitch in my pants.

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Coming in Chapter 7 -- The Return of Malcolm--Will He or Won't He?

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