Date: Sat, 28 Aug 2021 16:10:47 +0200
From: mushu410@mail.com
Subject: Malcolm and My Neighbors Chapter 7

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

Dear Readers, this chapter might be a little longer than some of my others,
but if you knew Malcolm the way I do, you would know how uptight he is, and
that he takes a lot of loosening up.  So in case you need to read this in
parts, I have divided it into five sections, giving each part its own
heading.  That way, if you need to leave it and come back, you can find
your place.  I encourage you to read it all, as each part sets up the next
and will bring you to a stronger "conclusion."

*** PART 1 – THE REVEALING ***

So, I was waiting on my bed--waiting to see how the rest of my life was
going to turn out.  It was all in the hands of 11-year-old Malcolm, who had
just caught me sucking the dick of his 12-year-old brother, Reese.  After
Malcolm left, Reese had decided that the only sure-fire way to guarantee
that Malcolm would not tell what he saw, was if I were to suck Malcolm's
dick as well.  And Reese went home to talk to Malcolm.

It wasn't a question of whether or not I wanted to suck Malcolm.  Did I
want to?  Oh HELL yeah, FUCK yeah!  I had wanted to see what was under that
little loincloth he was wearing ever since I saw him and his brothers
playing Indians in the back yard.  The question was, did Malcolm want to
get sucked?  Was he going to join in on our little games, or was he going
to use his knowledge to make Reese's life miserable--and ruin mine?

I put on a baggy t-shirt to cover my bare torso and just waited on the bed,
watching the clock and trying not to go insane.  Ten minutes had gone by
when I heard the front door.  It was the longest ten minutes of my life.
And yet, in practical terms I thought that if Malcolm could be persuaded in
just 10 minutes that meant he was definitely up for it--it was a good
sign--IF Malcolm was with Reese when I heard the door.  But then he had to
be.  There's no way Reese would have given up after just 10 minutes.  He
was!  Malcolm and Reese walked into my bedroom together.  I let out a sigh
of relief.  It felt like the first breath I had taken in a long time.  And
not only was Malcolm here, but he had stripped off his shoes, socks and
shirt, now in only his long shorts with just a bit of the waistband of his
white briefs showing above.  FUCK, he looked sexy!

"Do it!" said Reese to Malcolm.  "C'mon--just like we talked about."  There
was an odd mixture of anger and pleading in his voice.  Malcolm had kind of
a far off look in his eyes, and, almost like a robot, he reached for the
snap on his shorts, undid it, then pulled down his zipper.  He then pushed
his shorts and underwear down together and stepped out of them.  He was now
standing before me in his total naked fantastic-ness.  I had fainted once
at the sight of Reese and almost fainted several times with him.  Now, I
felt myself starting to black out again at the sight of beautiful, totally
naked Malcolm.  I grabbed on to the side of the bed to steady myself.
Seconds passed.  I opened my eyes and let out a little sigh.  Malcolm, oh,
Malcolm.

He was very skinny, ribs sticking out, very white skin, especially his
middle section that never saw the sunlight.  He was so sweet and pure
looking... aahhhhhh...  Probably about 4 foot 2 and maybe 55 pounds.
Eleven years old but much younger looking--I'm thinking nine--could pass
for eight.  And his penis?  Small and thin like the rest of him.  About an
inch and a half of actual shaft with another extra half inch of foreskin
beyond.  So yes, like his brothers, his little cocklett was uncut.  It was
perfect, again, just like the rest of him!  And his balls, they too were
just right--no bigger than marbles, and hanging down just a bit in their
wrinkled little sack.  Of course, he was totally hairless, and that, along
with his pale, translucent skin and slender frame all added up to magnify
his delectableness--his innocence--his ethereal boy beauty.

"Can you show me your butt?" I managed to spit out, breathless.  Malcolm
slowly turned around and stopped, revealing his blinding white backside to
me.  As he turned, Reese turned to him and said, almost in a whisper: "He
likes butts.  He'll suck on your butt for you too, if you want him."  What
was it about Reese's complicity in this that made a hot scene even that
much hotter?  I don't know, but I know my dick was at full mast in my
pants.  "Okay," I said, and young Malcolm slowly turned around to face me
again.  His eyes were pointed down toward the floor.  "Wow," was all I
could say.

I have to say, that even though he was very much the opposite of his
brother Reese, in his own way, Malcolm was every bit as beautiful.  And the
sight of the two of them together, macho, budding muscles little Reese in
nothing but a pair of shorts, and shy, wiry Malcolm in nothing at all: it
was a wet-dream come true--much like the first time I laid eyes on them in
their loincloths 3 days earlier.

Now you may wonder why Malcolm, who was not just skinny, but downright
scrawny--bony even, would be described by me as just as beautiful as Reese
who had a flat stomach, a tan, and the beginnings of a V-shaped torso along
with pecs and biceps.  I've asked myself that same question.  I think it is
because the standards by which one views a little boy are different than
how one views adults or even older boys.  For Malcolm, to not be in puberty
– maybe even years away from it, to not have any muscle development was
standard.  Lots of little boys are very skinny.  That, along with his white
skin and his seeming shyness gave him a sweet, innocent delicateness that
made him extremely attractive to me.

He and Reese were total opposites in personality and looks.  But I wanted
them both.  With Reese, I wanted to pick him up and slam him down on the
bed and dive on his cock, then have him shove me onto my back and ravage me
with it.  With Malcolm, I wanted to pick him up gently, like a piece of
priceless glassware, and hold him, coddle him, gently kiss him all
over--make love to him--and finally give him the ultimate pleasure on his
boy-penis that such a beautiful little lad deserved.

And like Reese, only more so with Malcolm, there was just something about
their innocence, and the way they so readily exposed their fully naked
bodies to me--Reese with speedy lust and Malcolm, reticent, yet obviously
willing.  Well, I think it was obvious...

"Malcolm," I said.  "I think you're beautiful and I really, really want to
suck your dick."  Malcolm's face jerked up and he looked at me but I
couldn't really read what he was thinking.  "But I want you to want it," I
continued.  "I mean, Reese threatened me, he tried to force it into my
mouth, he begged and cried."  "I did not CRY!" interjected Reese, but I
ignored him.  "I knew he wanted it," I continued.  "I knew he wasn't going
to let up until he got it.  But you: I can't really tell what you're
thinking."

"I want it," said Malcolm quietly.  "It's just kind of happening fast: and
kind of weird with Reese standing there."

We both paused and looked at Reese.  For several seconds.  Several more
seconds.  "Do you want me to leave?" asked Reese.

"Yes," Malcolm and I said simultaneously.

"Okay, have fun boys!" Reese gave us a salute and headed for the door with
a big smile.  He had no capacity for reading the tenseness or weirdness of
the situation.  In his mind, he did his little brother a humongous favor by
arranging for him to get his cock sucked; and now, Malcolm and Mr. Jones
were gonna have a big ol' shit-load of fun.  That's it.  You had to have a
little envy for him and his uncomplicated view on life.

We heard the front door close, leaving Malcolm and I alone with our
thoughts--alone with his naked body and my trepidation; alone with his cock
and my mouth.

*** PART 2 – THE TALKING ***

"How sure are you, Malcolm?" I asked.  "On a scale of one to ten, how much
do you want me to suck your cock right now?"  (Gosh, what a weird question
to ask someone.)  "Six point five," answered Malcolm.  (Okay, I can work
with that.)

"Well, what would it take to get you to a ten?" I asked.

"I don't know," said Malcolm.  "There's part of me that doesn't want to.  I
mean, I've never done anything like this before.  I hardly know you.  But
there's a bigger part of me that wants to.  I want to know what it feels
like.  And I saw how much Reese enjoyed it.  So I guess there's an even
bigger part of me that really wants to really want to, if that makes
sense."

"That makes perfect sense," I said.  "You're a very bright boy--very
articulate."

"I know," was all he said.

"Malcolm, I don't want to take all day and try to explain my whole life to
you. But I first sucked a cock when I was your age.  It was with my
eleven-year-old friend.  We weren't interested in sucking, but we both
really, really wanted to find out what it felt like to get sucked.  So we
did each other.  I really liked getting sucked, but my friend went
absolutely bonkers over it.  And there was something about me having the
ability--the power to make him go so crazy that I really liked.  So, I kept
doing it.  I do like girls.  But I still like sucking cock.  And until the
other day with Reese, I never sucked anyone who was younger than me; and I
didn't plan that.  I'm not a predator who went out looking.  I care about
kids.  I'm not going to hurt you.  I never would."

"If I thought, that, do you think I'd be standing here naked and alone with
you?" he asked sarcastically.  "Sorry," he added.

"Well what's keeping you over there?" I asked.  "Reese would have been on
me the second we were alone."

"Well I'm not Reese!" he said.

"I know, I don't expect you to be, but just..."  I sighed.  "Look, you
trust me not to hurt you.  How about trusting me to tell me what's going on
in that head of yours."

A pause, then he said, "I'm afraid."

"Afraid of what?  You've already shown me your whole naked body and said
you know I won't hurt you."  I stopped talking and let the silence do its
work.

"I've never had an orgasm before," he finally mumbled.

"What?" I said.  I really wasn't sure I heard him.

"I've never had an orgasm before, okay?!  I don't know if I can!  I don't
want you to laugh at me!  Everybody already thinks I'm a freak anyway!"

"They think you're a freak because you can't have an orgasm?!"

"NNNOOOO!  It's because I'm smart--they put me in the Krelboyne class.
Everybody makes fun of me--even Reese.  Especially Reese."

Of course, I wanted to find out what a Krelboyne was but right now, I
didn't want to get off on a tangent.  "Malcolm, as far as having orgasms,
Reese told me that all his brothers played with themselves."

"We do."

"Even Dewey?"

"Sure."

"Has Dewey ever had an orgasm?"  (Man, the pictures going through my head!
Little, six-year-old Dewey jacking off!!)

"I don't know," answered Malcolm.  I could tell he was getting exasperated
with this conversation.

"Look, Malcolm, I'll make a deal with you.  No, I'll make two deals with
you.  Number one, if I can't get you to have an orgasm, I promise, I will
never tell Reese.  But number two, I guarantee that I can make you cum."  I
gave him a very serious look.  "How do know that?" he asked.  "Because
everybody can cum," I said.  "Besides, it takes everybody longer their
first time, so you shouldn't be worried.  You just have been stopping your
jacking off too soon.  And I guarantee it because someone else's mouth on
your cock feels WAY, WAY better than your own hand."

"So how are you going to guarantee it?" he asked.  "What do I get if you
can't do it?"

"What do you want?" I asked.  I braced myself--I had a feeling he was going
to hit me in the pocketbook.  And if I lost, how could he explain the money
to his parents?

"I want you to train me," he said.

"Train you?"

"Yeah, you know, bodybuilding--lifting weights."  I almost had to bite my
lip to keep my serious face.  I would have gladly lifted weights with him
anyway--that would be great fun for me.  "For how long, I asked?" still
playing the role of the serious negotiator.  "Every day until school
starts," he answered.  He was trying not to let it show, but he was looking
rather pleased with himself.  He was also definitely more relaxed.  Now, we
were getting to know each other, and he was also feeling a little bit of
control.  "Done," I answered, and then we shook on it.  My first bodily
contact with him!

"Malcolm.  How about you sit on the bed here next to me and we talk a bit.
Do you want to put your shorts back on?"

"No.  I'm fine," he said calmly.  (Man, I love this family!)

"Well we can get to know each other some more.  You can ask me anything you
want.  But I'm really curious about one thing.  While I was sucking Reese's
dick, you didn't make a sound.  But when he kissed me, you said, `Ewww,'
and then you said, `I can't believe you guys kissed!'  What was that about?
I mean, virtually anybody else would have thought the dick sucking to be
the really gross and abnormal thing, not the kiss."

"Well for like the last six months, Reese has talked about nothing but
sex--about how he can't wait to get some pussy or get his dick sucked.  So
I figure, for someone as horny as he is, and for someone who can't delay
gratification for more than a millionth of a second, that Reese would let
the first willing mouth he could find get around his dick, whether it was a
man, woman, or a goat."

"So you're saying that part seemed normal to you?" I asked.  "For Reese,
yes," he replied, "but then, Reese isn't normal."

"So what about the kiss?" I asked.  "Well, it was kind of a long kiss," he
said.  "But I guess there's nothing wrong with it.  It's just that, now,
Dad and Reese and Dewey have been all kissy with each other and hugging and
everything all of a sudden.  Last night, they were all cuddled up in the
chair together for two hours.  And Reese and Dewey are sleeping together
naked and all cuddled up.  And while all this is going on, I'm...I'm..."

"You're left out of it?" I asked.

He put his arm up to wipe his eyes.  "What are you, some kind of
psychologist or something?" he snapped.  "No," I replied, "but I know a
little bit about it.  Malcolm, we both know that you could go sit on your
dad's lap or cuddle with your brothers just as easily as they do.  Your
legs work every bit as well as theirs."  He just shrugged his shoulders.
"I'm going to take another stab at being a psychologist and say, I'm
guessing that you spend more time thinking about things than doing them, is
that true?"

"I don't know.  Maybe."

"Well, it's true of a lot of smart people.  But your brother Reese, he just
jumps right in and does stuff before thinking."

"That's for sure."

"And that may get him into trouble sometimes, but in the last few days it's
gotten him lots of hugs and kisses, not to mention blow-jobs."  Malcolm
giggled a little bit when I said, "blow-jobs."  Ah...there's the little boy
that I knew was in there.  "Malcolm, my friend, you've got to get out of
your head and get out into the world and experience some things.  If you
decide you don't like hugs and kisses, and BLOW-JOBS" (more giggles) "you
can always say you don't want anymore, but you can at least try it all.
So, are you feeling better?" I asked.

"Uh-huh."

"Where are we on the scale now: one to ten?"

"Uh...seven point two!" he replied.

"Malcolm," I continued, "do you know what foreplay is?"

"Sure, it's when people use their mouth and hands to get each other excited
before they start, you know...intercourse."

"Wow, such a fancy word for an eleven year old."

"I told you I was in the smart class.  We learned about everything.  Plus,
I hacked past the parental controls at the library and I've seen all kinds
of stuff on the internet.  I know EVERYTHING.  I know WAY more about it
than Reese does."

Okay, I'd try to process all that later, but anyway...  "Well foreplay can
just be cuddling, kissing, even talking like we are now.  Here's what I'm
asking you to do.  I want you to put yourself in my hands and let me do
anything and everything to you.  We will do lots of foreplay.  And you just
go along without question.  Not only do you not question me out loud, but
you try to turn off your brain and not analyze everything while it's
happening.  Just experience it.  That's how you're going to get your body
unlocked and have your first, mind-blowing orgasm.  And you want that,
don't you?"

"On a scale of eight point one!" he said excitedly.  "But can't you give me
some idea, I mean, I gotta know you're not going to do anything too weird.
I gotta know what to expect, pleeeeease."

"Sure, Malcolm.  One question.  You said you know everything.  Do you know
what rimming is?"

"Sure."  And then his eyes got huge and he sucked in his breath with a loud
gasp.  He opened his mouth to say something but I put my finger on his lips
and then he backed off.

"So, Malcolm, I want to cuddle with you on the bed for a while, hold you,
rub you all over.  Then I want to give you a bath and wash you everywhere.
And we'll cuddle in the bathtub too.  Then I'm going to give you a full
body massage, then I'm going to kiss you everywhere," (he started to open
his mouth again).  "Not on the mouth," I said.  "I will never kiss you on
the mouth until and unless you kiss me there first.  But I'm going to kiss
you EVERYWHERE else."  (I paused to let the word "everywhere" sink into him
a bit.  Oh, this was going to be fun!)  "Actually," I continued, "I think I
told you more than I was planning to.  But that's okay.  The main thing is
that you just go with the nice feelings in your body and don't let your
brain talk yourself out of feeling something good."

"Well...can I ask one more question before we get started?" he said.

"Sure."

"What about the dick sucking?"

"How bad do you want it now?"

"Uh...I think I'm at a nine point two!"

"We'll get to it; I promise.  I GAURANTEE that before this afternoon is
over, I will have given you the best feeling of your life!"

"Okay, now I'm at a nine point five!" cried Malcolm, sucking in his breath.

"Well then c'mere, Sunshine," and I leaned back onto the bed.  "Let's get
started!"

*** PART 3 – THE HUGGING ***

He actually pounced his totally smooth naked body onto me in a tight hug,
his cheek on my chest.  It was just like Reese.  Only he weighed a whole
lot less.  I embraced him back in a tight hug.  I could tell he was digging
it and totally relaxed now.  I also had the impression that like his older
brother, he was somewhat starved for attention and affection.  I began to
rub my hands up and down his back and arms, then pretty soon went right to
his little butt to get his reaction.  He let out a gasp and jerked his head
up and looked at me with a look of surprise and a twinkle in his eye.
"Nine point SIX!" he said and then he put his face onto my chest and
pressed down, as if he wanted to bury himself into me.  Ah... such a sweet
little boy.

After getting the positive reaction, I pretty much just concentrated on his
narrow little ass.  Man, my cock was straining already.  I had promised
little Malcolm a lot of foreplay, but would I be able to hold my own orgasm
off that long?  Oh well, might as well just enjoy the journey.

With one had continuing to rub his sweet little bottom, I also started
running my fingers through his hair and giving him little kisses on top of
his head.  I stroked his cheeks and gently ran my fingers over the nooks
and crannies of his little ears.  I lightly ran my finger down his nose.
In some ways, the head is just as intimate as the butt, not because it's
normally covered like a butt, but because like a butt, the head is very
personal space, and not often touched by others.

I got under his arms and pulled him up so that we were in a tighter hug
with his chin on my shoulder and his cheek touching mine.  With both hands
back on his middle now, I rubbed down his thighs as far as I could reach
and then I went to town on his pre-pubescent buttcheeks, making deep
massage motions and squeezing them apart then smashing them back together.
He was making "ooh" and "ahh" sounds.  His dick was still soft
though--nothing was poking me in the stomach.  I continued the rubbing and
also turned my head and started giving him big wet kisses on his cheek and
sucking on his earlobe.

"Oh Malcolm," I said softly, almost whispering in his ear.  "I'm so glad
you came over to my house and that you jumped on top of me to give me this
nice hug.  You are such a sweet boy; a nice boy; a beautiful boy.  I really
want to hug you and kiss you all day and do everything to you and make you
feel really happy and good."  Malcolm just kind of shuddered and then he
spread his legs and wrapped them around mine, squeezing me with them.
Ah...so hot...

But then he started asking me questions.  I would soon discover that
Malcolm was quite the little chatterbox.  I was already lost in lust so I
had to sort of pull myself back into reality in order to converse with him.
But for him, I think what we were doing wasn't so much sexual as just
friendly (granted, EXTREMLY friendly).  But like I said, he wasn't aroused.
After all, he didn't have the raging hormones that Reese did.  And...I did
say that talking could be foreplay.  And furthermore, he did imply that
this wouldn't be so weird to him if he knew me better.  So we got to know
each other better.  We laid there on the bed and I held him and rubbed him
and kissed him as we talked for a long time--probably 30 minutes or more.
Other than having to leave my straining hard-on untouched for that length
of time, it was nice.  We talked about favorite movies, video games, our
families, how we grew up, our experiences at school.

It helped me totally relax which was a real gift; because already, at this
point, it was entirely clear that he wasn't going to tell on me, even if we
stopped here and went no further.  But I felt that as the talking was
bringing us closer and closer together, that that was paving the way for me
to get to suck him a lot in the future--and cuddle with him.  And you know,
I LOVED the cuddling part.  And I loved, that like my relationship with
Reese, it was clear that Malcolm and I were going to be friends on lots of
levels instead of just sex buddies.

*** PART 4 – THE WASHING ***

"Okay, Sunshine," I said.  (Why "Sunshine?"  I don't know.  It's just the
first thing that came out of my mouth.  It seemed that if Reese was going
to be "Little Man" that I ought to have a nickname for Malcolm too.)
"Earlier you said you were at a nine point six.  Where are you now?" I
asked.  "Umm, nine point seven-five," he said with a smile.

"Well then, I think it's time to move to the bathtub."  He started to get
up.  "No," I said, "you wait here on the bed.  Let me get everything
ready."  I went into the bathroom, took off my shirt, and started the water
in the tub.  The house was originally a three bedroom but the previous
owners had taken one bedroom and used it to enlarge the kitchen and to make
a big master bath including a separate oversize whirlpool tub.  While the
tub was filling, I dug through my CDs and put on some quiet music.  I was
also able to find a vanilla scented candle, and I lit that and put it by
the tub.

While I was doing all this, I told Malcolm to pick up my cellphone and call
Reese and tell him we were going to be awhile and for him not to come over
until after dinner.  "No, he hasn't sucked me yet," I heard Malcolm say.
"Right now, we're about to take a bath."  Then to me: "Reese wants to know
why you never took a bath with him?!" he shouted from the bedroom over the
loud sound of the running water.

"Tell him it just never came up, but I'd love to take a bath with him!"

"He wants to know when you're going to suck him again!"

"Tell him after dinner!"

"He wants to know if you will suck him in the bathtub!"

"Tell him yes, then tell him bye!"

"He said, `Yes,' Reese, but I gotta go, the tub's ready...  Yes, I'm having
a LOT of fun, THANKS!...  See ya."  And he hung up the phone.

It made me feel really good to hear Malcolm thank his brother and say that
he was having a LOT of fun.  I was too!  I went over to the bed and held my
arms out.  Malcolm got the idea right away, and with a look of delight, put
his arms around my neck and then wrapped his legs around me as I got my
hands under his butt to pick him up.  The tub was only half full, so, just
as I had done with Reese the day before, I carried Malcolm around the back
of the house a bit, checking on the tub until it was ready.  After a few
minutes (too few!) I gently put him down into the hot water, then turned
off the spigot.

I had a funny, tingly feeling as I put my hands to my shorts.  I was about
to do two brand new things for me: one) expose not just my dick, but my
rock-hard six inch erection to a young boy, and two) be naked with a boy,
and not just in the same space, but touching and cuddling that way.  "Ah,"
I sighed out loud as I dropped my pants while looking at young Malcolm and
thinking about all that was still to come on this blissful afternoon.
Malcolm looked at my dick but he didn't make any sounds or change his
expression.  To him, it was just another body part, not an object of
blatant lust the way his little white pecker (still soft, by the way) was
for me.

I turned on the tub motor, setting the timer for fifteen minutes and
climbed in and sat down opposite him.  "Wow!" he exclaimed with a little
laugh.  "This is COOL!"  "It IS cool, isn't it?" I answered.  "This is the
first time I've used it."  "Really, why is that?" he asked.  "I was waiting
for you," I said with a smile.  He smiled back.  "So how about a hug?" I
asked, patting my hand on my chest.  He flew across the tub and landed on
me, knocking not a little bit of water out of the tub as he went.  "Whoa,
easy there, Sunshine."  "Sorry," he said.  "It's okay," I replied, and I
squeezed him tight, then moved my hand down to pat his little butt, which
wasn't even that much wider than my hand.

He melted into me and we held that position for a minute.  But as it was
bending him backwards just a bit, he broke my embrace and turned around and
sat on my lap, his naked back now against my naked chest.  He squirmed
around a little.  "Gosh," he said, "your big dick is really poking me."
"Don't worry," I said, "it doesn't bite," (he giggled) "but I do!"  And I
gave him a playful, gentle bite on the neck.  "No!" he cried and made a
fake attempt to get away as I held on tight.  Then, like any kid, he bent
his head over to give me access and leaned at the waist to get his neck by
my mouth for more.  So, I give him lots of little bites on the neck,
shoulder, forearm, ear...whatever I could reach.  I was in heaven.  He
seemed pretty happy too.

The swirling hot water was doing the trick and if both of us were 100
percent relaxed when we got in, we were 150 percent relaxed now.  My dick
even started to go soft which was not a bad thing, as a constantly hard
dick does tend to raise one's tension level.  We also had stopped talking
and were just fully embracing the moment--the warmth, the massage, the
closeness.  I squeezed him in gentle hugs and then rubbed my wet hands
slowly up and down his slippery chest.  I avoided going as far down as his
groin.  I was still taking things slowly.  But I couldn't help giving him
more kisses all around his head as I held him.  Just like with his brother,
I was already feeling some real, honest love for this boy.

Before long, the 15 minutes were up and the swirling stopped.  Now I was
going to wash him.  This was the part where I would finally get to touch
his dick.  Without moving him, I reached over to the shower hose and turned
it on and adjusted the water.  "Lean forward a little, baby," I said in a
low, soft voice.  I put the spout over his hair and took my time, running
my fingers through it long past the point where it was saturated.  I turned
off the water then lovingly shampooed his hair, again really taking my
time.  Then I did it once more.  Using just my soapy hands, I washed all
around his ears and neck, then I told him to close his eyes tight and I
carefully washed and rinsed his face.

My dick was totally soft and yet I felt great passion for what I was
doing--for Malcolm--and for what I was doing with Malcolm.  I mean they
were three separate things.  There was the act of washing a boy which was
awesome.  Then there was Malcolm who was awesome unto himself.  Then there
was the reality that I was doing this awesome thing with this awesome boy.
It was like a dream.

"Malcolm, I gotta have some more cuddle before I do any more," I said, and
with the force of my strong feelings, I yanked him back against me and held
him tight to my chest.  We both gasped in a breath of air, then let out a
slow sigh.  I wish there were a thousand different ways to say "nice" but I
gotta just say it again: it was nice.  We stayed that way for several
minutes.

"Okay," I said, "get up on your knees."  I could sense the mounting tension
in him as he did.  Not fear, not a sense of wanting to turn back, but that
same sense that I had--of being about to take a step into unchartered
territory.  His little white butt was just above the water now.  And I was
going to wash all that I saw.

With my hands actually shaking, I rubbed the bar of soap on him liberally
above the waste, then put the soap down and started washing him with my
bare hands.  I started at the base of his neck, again taking my time,
moving over to his shoulders.  As I said earlier, I wasn't going to let
this be about getting his dick in my mouth, but about the journey--I was
going to enjoy it all.  I would never have dreamed it would put me in such
ecstasy to wash another person's shoulder blades.  Gosh, they were so sexy
though.  His skin felt so soft and smooth, and the slipperiness added from
the soap...it was too much.  Not only were my hands shaking now but my
whole body felt aquiver.  Would you think I were lying if I said that
washing sweet, young Malcolm's upper back, on a scale of one to ten was
already at TEN?!  I swear, I was almost afraid to go any lower lest I
explode into a million pieces or vaporize and disappear, such was the
intensity of everything I was feeling – both inside, and with my hands.

But that little ass was beckoning: calling to me; screaming at me in all
its whiteness.  Taking quicker breaths now, I felt Malcolm tense up, then
relax as I went lower, now doing his lower back.  He was so small and
narrow that my two hands pretty much covered his shoulder blades entirely,
and then likewise, the rest of his back down to his narrow waist.

It was now the moment of truth.  I grabbed the soap again to work up a good
lather on my hands.  Then, as if watching myself from a distance, as if in
a dream, I saw my hands approach those two white, delicious looking orbs.
My head was spinning as I made contact.  "OH SHIT!!!" I was screaming in my
mind, my brain blowing circuits like mad.  If I thought his back felt nice,
his butt was like a whole `nother universe--so soft, so supple, so
intimate.  I feared that dizziness would overtake me.  "Lean over onto the
tub," I said almost with a growl, and gave him a shove, rougher than I
meant to.  He didn't mind.  He knew my roughness was coming from what he
was doing to me.  He actually shook his little butt at me as he leaned
over, bringing his two little grapefruit sized orbs further out of the
water.

"Oh Malcolm," I managed to say as I quickly got myself reclined back in the
tub, "I think I'm going to fain..."  And I did.  The second brother from
next door to make me faint with lust--both times involving their
fantastic-beyond-belief bare little butts.

I awoke to a sight that was too good to be true.  As I opened my eyes and
came out of my black-out, I saw Malcolm.  A special part of Malcolm.  He
had positioned himself near me, straddled my legs with his feet, then bent
at the knees and stuck his butt out toward me, now only inches away from my
face.  It was there before me in all its soapy white magnificence, the
crack opened just a bit--just a hint of his hairless hole showing, just the
very bottom of his little ballsack revealed between his widely spread,
delicate legs.  So cute, so brazen.  So innocent, so dirty.

"Fuck, Malcolm!  Are you trying to make me faint again?!" I yelled as well
as I could while at the same time feeling rather breathless.  "Do you want
me to move?" he asked.  "NO!!" I cried.  "Then WASH it, sucker!" he said,
almost in the same animal tone that I had used with him.  And then he let
out a little giggle.

My cock, which had been soft for the last 10 minutes shot up in seconds
when he said that, almost like young Reese's did the first time he asked me
(told me) to suck his dick.  I grabbed the soap and got more wet lather on
my hands, then went back to the magnificent buttlett before me.  I rubbed,
I petted, I squeezed, I caressed, I swooned.  I let my thumbs go down into
the crack and rub along his hole.  I also turned my hand sideways and
rubbed it up and down his little crack.  He did not flinch at either
advance.

I could have kept washing him there all day, but after a couple minutes, I
remembered that there were several other things on the menu for later; and
as yet, I had only washed one fourth of his precious boy-bod.

I made short work of his thighs and knees, wrapping both hands around them
and going up and down quickly a few times, being careful not to bump his
sensitive little nutsack.  Then I had him sit down opposite me and I lifted
each foot to wash him from the knees down.  I did take my time on his feet,
making sure to get each toe individually and in between as well.  He had a
huge smile and glee in his eyes the whole time--obviously enjoying all this
intimate attention.

Then I had him sit on my lap once more.  Man, I just had to stop washing
him again and pull him close to me and hug and kiss him.  I almost wanted
to tell him that I loved him.  But, I thought, no...it's too soon for that.
Don't push it.  Instead I just told him how glad I was to be holding him
and how I was having so much fun making him feel good.  And how such a nice
boy like him deserved to be made to feel good.  He kind of melted back into
me--leaned his head back onto my shoulder and sighed as I kissed him and
talked softly to him.

Now you may or may not know, but whirlpool tubs are very deep, so I reached
over and opened the drain.  The water was above Malcolm's waste, even as he
was sitting on my lap.  I wanted to get more of his hot little body
exposed.

While the water was draining, I washed each of his arms.  I took extra time
in each armpit – "Yum!" – and I was very gentle and slow with his
delicate hands--washing each finger in turn, of course.

Then, it was on to his chest.  Man, we were getting close!  By this time
the water had drained down to the top of my thighs, meaning his entire body
was exposed now from the knees up.  So I plugged the drain back up.  My
breathing started to pick up as I rubbed up and down on his little pecs,
rubbing over his nipples several times, until they were standing out.  I
made my way down to his stomach, finished there, then paused.  I leaned
over and forward to get a look at his face.  He turned to me with a little
smile and made a little motion, saying in effect, "Go ahead."

Once again with shaking hands, I worked up a nice wet lather between my
palms.  Then again, as if in a dream, I looked down over his narrow
shoulder and saw my hands moving toward the center of his body--moving
toward the prize.  Ohhhhh... ahhhhhh... there it is!  My hands are on his
little penis!!  Oh fuck, oh fuck, oh shit, don't faint again!  But I
managed to pull it together and gently rubbed back and forth.  Oh, man, it
was so sweet!  I lifted up his little not even two inch soft penis, held it
with one hand and gently washed his little balls with the other.  Then I
started washing his shaft with the hand that was holding it, gently going
up and down on it with just my thumb and two fingers in a slow jacking
motion.

Again my head was spinning.  It seemed that in the past 3 days I had done a
million things with Reese that I had never done before--never thought I
would do.  Then today, I had done and was doing a ton more new things with
Malcolm.  And now, I was about to do one more.  I went up to the top of
that sweet, long, sexy foreskin.  Ahhhh... head is spinning...  I took a
deep breath.  Then, I clasped my thumb and two fingers together at the top
of his little shaft and slowly pushed down, wriggling and squirming my way
along, because of the softness of his member along with the slipperiness of
the soap.  But finally, I was there.  His little skin totally peeled back
and his head popping out--so white like the rest of him--so sexy.  It was
hardly bigger than a blueberry.  Oh man – what a sight!  What a feeling,
again, both mentally and in my hand!  SHIT!!!!  Malcolm, giving me access
to such a private place!

And not only giving me access, but I finally felt him shudder.  I finally
felt a little throb inside my fingers.  I pushed them down as far as I
could, stretching that little foreskin all the way down and bringing
greater tension to that little rod.  It had the desired and expected effect
of causing his awesome little fuck-stick to start filling up with blood.
"Oh..oh..oh!" he cried.  And then, with my other soapy hand, I went back to
my jacking motion, but being very gentle as I went over the exposed, tender
head.

"Oh FUCK!!!!" he cried, "Oh that feels so good!  Oh Mr. Jones, Oh
Mr. Jones!  Ahh..."  By this time, he had turned his body some and was
rubbing his face into me.  Then he started kissing me, but they were big,
passionate, open-mouth kisses where he'd take a hunk of the skin on my
chest or neck and suck it into his mouth between his outburst of "Oh's!"
And he kept working his way up...  Was he?
AAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!  He did!  HE FUCKIN' KISSED ME RIGHT
ON THE MOUTH!

"OH, MALCOLM!" I cried, and I could hold off no longer.  I reached between
his skinny legs and grabbed the end of my cock, gave it just two strokes
and started spewing volcanoes of cum all over his chest.  "Oh FUCK!" I
cried, and I grabbed him and kissed him hard as I continued to shoot and
shake.  Within a couple of seconds though, it hit me that I had just forced
myself onto him so I let him go.  But FUCK, I mean FUCK, FUCK, FUCK, the
little hotrod DIDN'T BREAK THE KISS!!!!!!

Finally, it was me who broke it, more to get my breath than anything else.
"Oh Malcolm!" I cried, myself almost in tears.  "Oh Malcolm!  Thank you!
That was as huge an orgasm as I've ever had, and it's because of YOU!  Oh,
Malcolm, I am going to make you feel so good."  And I got up out of the
tub.  Even though I had just cum, I was still ragingly horny--still on the
high of what had just happened.  I didn't even bother to wash the cum off
either of us.  "Malcolm, I'm gonna make you feel so good," I kept saying
over and over.  I grabbed a towel and took literally 3 seconds to dry
myself, then lifted him up by the armpits and stood him on the toilet seat.
"Oh, Malcolm," I continued--I was talking non-stop, "that was so nice!
Your dick was so hard!  And that KISS!!!"  As I was saying this, I had
reached for a clean towel and spent a few more seconds drying him off than
I did me--I wanted to be gentle and loving with him despite the lava-like
passion I was feeling.  "Oh, Malcolm!  Oh, Malcolm, you've got me so hot!
YOU'RE so hot!  Oh, FUCK!  MALCOLM!"  And as I was saying all this, I
grabbed him and threw him over my shoulder like a sack of potatoes

*** PART 5 – THE RAVISHING ***

I got near the bed, yanked him off my shoulders, threw him several feet
through the air onto the center of the bed, and then I dove onto his still
hard cock.  While careful to be gentle with my mouth, I was so crazed with
lust that I was making loud, vulgar chewing and slurping sounds as if I
were a wild animal ripping apart meat.  No, make that a pack of wild
animals.

Malcolm's animalistic screams joined mine as for the first time in his
life, he felt the sucking of another person's mouth on his 11-year-old
little cocklett.  "AH!  AH!  AH!"  He was almost convulsing already, and
working to get his breath.  After a minute of this delicious torture on
him, I lifted up my head to get another look at his glorious, hairless
boy-hood.  Like his brother's, the foreskin had come back up, obscenely
stretched over his little cockhead.  Fully hard, he was about three inches,
no wider than my index finger, and pointing up toward his chin, almost flat
against his belly.  There was no hotter site in the whole universe!

"Malcolm," I said, as I moved up and started voraciously sucking and
tonguing his belly button.  "I know I promised you a massage."  I had
slurped my lips up further and was now on his left nipple.  He somehow kept
that nipple in place as he grabbed my head and smashed me into his chest:
meanwhile, the rest of his entire body was writhing in all directions.
"But, I don't think you need a massage to get you off," I gasped, moving
over to his other nipple and sucking hard.  "I really" (gasp) "think we've
done about all the foreplay we need to do."  But I wasn't going to pass up
his armpits--or a few other parts either...

I didn't know if he was going to be ticklish or not, so I locked one of my
arms onto his thin chest and got a vice-like grip on his arm and dove in.
"AAAAHHHHH!!!!!!" he screamed with a ferociousness that belied his young,
little body.  I had to stop: "Is it okay?  Do you like it?" I asked
urgently. "YES!  YES!  YES!" he cried, and went back to panting as I dove
back in, licking, sucking, smashing my face in.  I was like a starving
animal on him that had smelled a drop of blood.

"Oh, Malcolm," I said as I slurped my wet lips down the inside of his arm
to his hand, still talking all the way.  "Oh, Malcolm.  I want you so bad,"
I said, sucking each finger into my mouth.  "I want to eat you!" I cried,
as I slurped my way back up his arm: "to devour you!" I said like an animal
as I roughly flipped him over onto his stomach.  "Malcolm!"  I was on his
back now, slurping, licking, sucking wads of tender skin into my mouth,
giving him tender bites when I did, working my way down.  "Malcolm!
Malcolm!  Malcolm!"  Through all of this, Malcolm continued to writhe and
pant and moan, sometimes punctuating the moans with loud "Oh's!"

And then.

And then I arrived.  Arrived at what had been my goal through all of this
long intense foreplay.  The globes.  The mounds.  The orbs.  Sweet
Malcolm's little grapefruit sized buttcheeks.  If I said in the first
chapter, that his butt didn't jut out like his brothers, realize that all
butts stick up when someone is on his stomach.  It was the most precious,
delicious site I could possibly imagine in this on any other world.  I was
almost blind with lust!

"AAAHHHHHEEEEEEOOOOOO!!!!"  I screamed an Indian yell as I smacked my head
down into his buttcheek, making an audible slap and eliciting another loud
"OH!" from him.  I stayed on top and opened my mouth as wide as I possibly
could, wanting to suck in an entire buttcheek if possible.  I was in
another world.  A feeling was coming over me like never before.  I couldn't
decide if it was another orgasm or a heart attack.  I didn't care.  Nothing
mattered right now.  Nothing but my mouth and this incredible little body I
was ravenously chomping on.

I held off on the final target and moved down again.  I wanted to
experience all of him before we both came.  I quickly slurped and tongued
my way down the tender skin along the back of his thigh, his knee his calf.
He continued to moan loudly, as I did too, with my mouth full of him.

I licked and kissed the soles of his feet, then sucked his big toe, then
the whole end of his foot all at once.  He was beating his fists onto the
bed and moving back and forth.  I could wait no longer.  I stuck my tongue
out and in one long, lighting fast lick shot my head up his other leg and
arrived at his prized, hot little ass once more.  It was then that I
finally paused--finally lifted my mouth off of my new little sextoy.

I took just a moment to stare at his butt, relishing ahead of time the
thought of what I was about to do.  My hands went in.  I spread his cheeks.
Ah...  There it was.  His sweet little hole--his pucker, his raisin, his
back door, his starfish, his vent, his rosebud, his brown eye.  But it
wasn't brown.  No, not at all.  It wasn't even pink.  It was just as sweet
and white as the rest of his glorious, magnificent butt!  "Here it comes,
Malcolm!" I was almost screaming.  "Don't fight it!  Don't think about it!
Just let it happen!  Let it happen!"

And I went in.  CONTACT!  "MMMM!!!!" all I could do was moan loudly because
there was no way in hell that I was going to remove my mouth from that
sweet little hole.  But moan I did as I voraciously sucked around the
outside of it while at the same time jabbing at it with the tip of my
tongue.

"WHA--?  WHA--?  WHA--?"  Malcolm was virtually babbling now as his head
came up two feet off the pillow then slammed back down onto it, over and
over.  "GA--!  FU--!  GA--!  SHHHH--!" he cried.  We were both near the
point of sobbing, so intense was the scene.

Oh, man.  I couldn't wait.  I was afraid both of us would cum soon.  "I'VE
GOT ONE MORE THING UP MY SLEEVE, SUNSHINE!" I screamed, my voice an octave
higher than normal.  "IT FEELS EVEN BETTER WHEN YOU'RE IN THIS POSITION!"
and I flipped him over, grabbed his ankles and threw them up to his head,
then grabbed him by the hips, lifting his little ass two feet into the air.
"Push out like you're trying to take a shit!" I yelled.  "It will help open
up your hole."  He did.  WHAT A SIGHT!!!  I helped the opening along by
putting my thumbs on either side of his hole and prying him apart further.
Then I dove in with my tongue.

"FUCK!!!!!!!" screamed Malcolm as if he were being ripped in two.
"MMOOMMMYYYY!!!!!" DDAADDDDYYYY!!!!!!!" he screamed in an impossibly
shrill, loud voice.  His screams only fueled my horniness, making me attack
his hole with even more fury, if that were possible.  I lapped, I tongued,
I sucked, I stabbed.  I alternately lapped to get his hole to relax and
widen, then pointed my tongue and stabbed the tip in as far as I could.  He
did open up some more – OH FUCK--SO HOT!  And now, I was just basically
fucking his sweet little hole with my tongue.

"OH!  OH!  OH!" he cried, gasping for breath.  "Let me know when you think
you're going to cum," I shouted, "so I can put your dick back in my mouth!"
"I'm at a nine point nine!" he managed to spit out in between his
incoherent screams of lust.

I continued my hardcore assault on his little boyhole.  In the meantime, I
had scrunched my body up and was now rubbing my about-to-explode six-inch
cock against his thrashing, sweet, naked back.

I worked my mouth to build up saliva, letting it drip out into his hole as
I continued to fuck my tongue in and out to the sounds of his moans,
shouts, and screams.  "Mr. Jones!" he cried.  "WWHATTT?!!" I screamed as I
went back to the tongue-raping I was giving him.

"IT'S A TEN!!!!"

OH FUCK!!!  In one continuous motion--in a billionth of a second it seemed,
I let go of his ass, grabbed his ankles, flipped them down, and dove onto
his cock, sucking as if my life depended on it.  "AHHHH!!!!!  AHHHH!!!!!
AHHH!!!!!"  He was convulsing with sobs now--crying--just like his brother,
Reese.  His hips bucked violently, his stomach smashing into my face as I
felt that familiar and tremendously wonderful feeling of a cock throbbing
mightily in my mouth in orgasm.  I grabbed my own cock and violently shot
again all over him for the second time in less than fifteen minutes.  His
head and his arms continued to rise up together and smash ferociously down
onto the bed in time with his convulsive thrusts.  I thought he was never
going to stop.  In reality, it was probably quite long for an
orgasm--thirty seconds at least.  Finally, he began to slow down and I
reluctantly lifted my mouth off of his prized little jewel.

His body was now convulsing, not in the throes of orgasm, but in sobs (as I
said, just like his brother).  I jumped up to the head of the bed and
quickly pulled him onto me, holding him tight and rubbing his back as he
cried his eyes out.  It took about 10 minutes for him to come all the way
down.  We laid there quietly for a few more minutes.  Finally, he spoke,
still a little breathless, not so much physically as mentally.  He was
still trying to take it all in.

"That was...that was," he said, "the most unbelievable experience of my
life.  Can we do it again?"  (Yup, just like his brother.)  "You mean,
NOW?" I asked.  "No, not now.  I couldn't take it again now.  But another
day?"  "Sure, Malcolm," I replied with a sigh of relief.  "Whenever you
want.  It was great!"  "But is it normal to cry like that?" he asked.  "For
the first time or the first few times, sure," I said.  (I sort of felt like
I was lying but then, it seemed like maybe it WAS normal--for his family at
least.)  "Pretty soon, you'll get more used to it and it won't be quite so
overwhelming," I said.  "But it will still feel really awesome!"

"That's good!" he said happily, looking up at me, then again resting his
head on my chest.

My cellphone rang.  It was Reese.  "Hey Reese," I said, "I'm putting you on
speaker."

"It sounded like you guys had fun!" chirped Reese.

"Huh?!" I said.  "Are you in the house?!"

"No, I was listening outside your window."  I suppose I should have been
surprised, but then, I was already getting to know Reese.  Malcolm and I
just looked at each other as if to say, "Yup, that's Reese."

"Are you guys going to take a nap now, like you and I did the other day?"
asked Reese.

"We hadn't thought about it, but it might be nice."  I looked at Malcolm
who nodded a definite yes.

"Can I come over and take a nap with you until dinner?" Reese asked.
Again, Malcolm nodded in the affirmative, so I said, "Sure, Reese, come on
over.  Lock the door after you come in."

"Okay, bye."

"Bye."

"Malcolm," I said after I hung up.  "I haven't rimmed Reese yet so maybe
it's better if you don't tell him about that.  I don't want him to feel
left out."  "Okay," said Malcolm.  And at that, we heard Reese walking in
the front door.

Malcolm and I were still cuddled on the bed, me on my back and him on his
side with his head on my chest.  Reese stood there with a slight frown.  He
started to walk toward, Malcolm, then he turned and walked toward me.  Then
he stopped and went back to Malcolm.  He finally climbed into the bed and
put his arm around Malcolm, spooning tightly up against his little brother.

"Wow, this is nice," I said.  "Yup," they both said in unison, then we
laughed.  Then Reese got up and shucked his shorts and boxers, which was
all he was wearing, joining his brother and me in total nakedness.  "Is
that cum on the end of your dick?" I asked, and Malcolm turned to look.  (I
wondered why Reese hadn't walked in with a boner, demanding to be sucked
off.)  "Yeah, I just jacked off," he said casually.  "When?" I asked.
"Just now, while I was outside listening to Malcolm cumming," he answered.
Malcolm whipped his head back toward me smiling, and with a huge gleam in
his eye.  He was obviously tickled that his big brother got off on the
sound of him getting off.  "You mean you stood out there and jacked off in
my driveway?" I exclaimed.  Malcolm snorted out a little giggle.  Reese
just shrugged his shoulders and said, "There's a bush there.  No one saw
me."  He was totally unconcerned.  Then he sleepily got back into bed,
cuddling and spooning against Malcolm naked.

"Reese," said Malcolm.

"Hmm?"

"I love you."

Reese's head shot up in surprise and he held it there for a moment.  "I
love you, too, Malcolm," he said.  Then he leaned down to give his brother
a kiss on the cheek, but Malcolm saw it coming and turned his head,
offering his lips.  Reese gave him one of his special long, sweet kisses on
the mouth, then plopped back down on the bed with a satisfied sigh.  "I
love you too, Mr. Jones," Malcolm said softly.  "You too, buddy," I said.
"I love both you buddies."

I laid there as we were drifting off to sleep, wondering if things would
have been like this at home if I had had brothers growing up.  Not really
the sex so much, but the affection.  But really, already in such a short
time, the sex I did for the boys had become an expression of my affection
for them as much as a release of my own lust.

All was quiet as we laid there in a cuddled blob on my king size bed, about
to waft off into slumberland.

"Hey," said Reese.  "Don't forget.  You promised to take a bath with me
after dinner."

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Coming in Chapter 8 – How to Get a Clean Boy Dirty

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