Date: Thu, 19 Aug 2021 20:21:30 +0200
From: mushu410@mail.com
Subject: Malcolm and My Neighbors Chapter 2 (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 2
Reese's Visit

So, after finding out the little boys in the house next door played outside
naked, I just had to buy the house.  It would be a month or two before all
the paperwork was officially ready and the house would be mine.  But I
couldn't wait to move in.  School had just ended for the summer and I
didn't want to wait another day to start taking in the eye candy next door.
I had looked at the house on a Friday afternoon.  The contract was
exchanged early Friday evening.  I had put in the contract that I wanted to
move in right away and rent until my loan came through.  But the owners
were so desperate and afraid of losing a sale that they insisted I move in
right away rent free.  So after all the papers were signed and I got the
keys, I went right to Sleep Center and picked out a king size bed to be
delivered the next day.  Saturday morning with a borrowed pick-up and some
help from family and friends, we moved in some of my old bedroom furniture.
My parents gave me the old furniture from the family room in the basement
and a few dishes to get me started.  I ordered us pizza for lunch and after
that -- voila -- here I was home alone in my own place for the first
time in my life.

I couldn't get the cable and internet hooked up until the first of the week,
so I went to the newsstand and bought some magazines including a copy of
"Barely Legal Boys."  I had never bought porn before, but when looking on
the internet I always looked for the youngest guys I could find on sites
like Freshmen or Milky.  Anyway, I was looking forward to having a good
time with the magazine that evening.  The last time I had done anything
sexual was more than a year ago, when I was still in college.

But let me take a moment and give you a little background on myself.  I
started to notice girls and get hard-ons when I was 11 or so.  My friends
and I were so horny all the time and talked constantly about fucking a
girl, getting a blowjob, even anal sex.  One day, my friend Ronnie told me
he would suck my dick if I sucked his.  He even said he would do me first.
In our minds, there wasn't anything gay about it.  We were just so
desperate to find out what it felt like to have our dicks sucked that we
would do anything, including suck each other.  I have to say it was
amazing.  I was lying on my bed and when I came, I basically sat up and had
my legs up in the air simultaneously -- then both ends of me banged back
down on the bed then back up about 10 times.

"So did you shoot?" asked Ronnie.

"Yeh, couldn't you tell?"

"Not really.  My mouth was all full of spit."

"So you swallowed my cum?"

"I guess.  Aren't you supposed to?"

"I dunno.  Will it hurt you?"

"Nah.  Girls do it.  It makes their breasts grow."

"Are our breasts gonna grow now?'

"Nah.  We're boys.  Anyway, it's your turn to do me now."

"OK."  So Ronnie laid down in the middle of my bed and I went for his dick.
It was about 3 inches, I guess -- the same as mine.  The truth is, some
of the details of that day are sketchy.  I mean, my head was spinning.  What
we were doing was so new, so forbidden -- we had crossed a huge line in
our young lives; it was a lot to take in.  I remember that his cock didn't
really have any taste.  (I'm not sure why I thought it would.)  But as soon
as I went down on it, he let out a huge gasp.  So in a way, having his cock
in my mouth was slightly boring, but the fact that he was so into it made
the whole process exciting.  In fact, I found that my dick was starting to
bone up again already.

I had just laid there silent, in a daze while he sucked me off but Ronnie
made constant noises -- oohing and ahhing and saying things like "oh man"
and "oh shit!"  His enthusiasm turned me on more and more.  As you would
expect, he came pretty quick and nearly screamed his lungs out when he did,
letting out what was a pretty loud "SHIT!!!!"  It's a good thing no one
else was home.  I did feel his cum in my mouth.  I really didn't like the
taste but it seemed like it was faster to get it out of my mouth if I just
swallowed it.  And after having just experienced how tremendous it felt to
have the cum sucked out of me, I certainly wasn't going to deny him the
privilege by pulling my mouth off.

It took him a couple of minutes to recover, then he opened his eyes and
noticed my hard-on.  "Looks like you liked sucking me off," he said.
"Yeh," I answered.  I probably should have come up with a lie for
appearances sake, but I didn't think fast enough.  He just laid there
looking at me with a twinkle in his eye and a shit-eating grin on his face.

The next day after school, we did it again.  I was an only child, so my
house was always empty for a couple hours after school.  I made him suck me
first like before but I really couldn't wait to suck him off.  In the back
of his mind, he knew it too.  Pretty soon, I gave up the pretext of making
him suck me and just went right to sucking him off.  He'd come in, get
totally naked, flop on the bed, I'd do him, then he'd get dressed and we'd
play like normal kids.  We didn't talk about it any other time and it
didn't change our relationship.  Looking back, I've tried to analyze why I
was so into sucking his dick -- I'm still trying to figure it out in a
way.  I've never thought of myself as gay.  Never had any thoughts of a
"lover" in the sense of living with a guy, kissing him, calling him "honey"
and stuff like that.  There was just something to me that was addictive
about getting guys off.  I loved to hear them moan, to be in charge of
their bodies, to be the one to make them explode, to be the one to make
them feel good.

It wasn't too long before I started sucking off other boys.  I presented
myself as just being nice and doing them a favor for fun -- same as if I
were lending them a video game.  I never got teased and never got a
reputation as being faggy because I didn't act faggy.  In fact, even in
elementary school I was a stand-out on the rec league baseball and soccer
teams.  So, I was a jock who just would do guys a favor.  No one thought of
me as gay or a sissy and I didn't think of myself that way either.  I had
my set of friends who I knew wouldn't go for it and who knew nothing about
my other side.  Then I had my set of boys that I sucked off and they didn't
spread it around.  They didn't want to be accused of being a fag any more
than I did.

As I got older, I found that I liked younger looking boys better.  The
interesting thing about middle schoolers is that they are in wildly
different stages of development.  If you look through a middle school
yearbook, you'll notice that the kids look like they are anywhere from age 8
to 18.  The big hairy dicks didn't excite me as much as the smooth little
ones.  I think maybe I was trying to relive my early experiences with
Ronnie.

All through high school and college I found classmates and teammates
wanting to be sucked.  I still sought out the more slender, smaller,
smoother ones.  And I only pursued certain types.  I really wanted to suck
off guys who had never done anything before.  They were the ones who were
most into it and made the most noise and that's what turned me on the most.
I sought out the shy types or the crazy types who would do anything.  The
handsome, confident jocks who I knew were getting it regularly with girls
held no interest for me.  I always stayed in my age group.  It never
occurred to me to seek out younger boys.  I don't know why.  I guess I was
getting enough cock within my own circle that I didn't think about
branching out.  And playing on several sports teams, there was never a
shortage of prospects.  And yes, I had dated some girls, went to parties,
made out, and I enjoyed it all.  But I never went further.  It seemed like
I was just addicted to cock and that kept me sexually satisfied -- either
jacking off while I sucked a guy or jacking off later while I relived it in
my head.

I had majored in physical ed so upon graduating, I was pretty buffed.  I'm
5 foot 8, 145 pounds.  So yes, very slender but totally solid and defined --
nice pecs and a true six-pack.  I'm one quarter American Indian and I
inherited those "hair" genes.  By that I mean I have a thick head of jet
black hair which I keep very short, and I have virtually no hair on my
body.  There's nothing in my armpits, on my ass, around my hole, or on my
balls -- just a little bit at the base of my cock.  I have no beard
whatsoever -- never shaved at all.  And I have a year round light tan.
With my shirt off and all my muscles, I look about 18, but with my shirt
on, I could probably pass for 14.  Soft, my dick is about 4 inches, hard, a
good, somewhat thick 6.  I'm cut.  I wish I was uncut but what are you
gonna do?

So now you know all about me...on with the story.

Like I said, we had pizza, folks left and I was all alone.  I had just
hooked up the stereo, and was unpacking some boxes of CDs in the living
room when the front door burst open (no knock) and little neighbor Reese
bounded in.  "Hey, you moved in!" he said.

"Umm...yeh," I replied.  I felt like I should tell him to knock first.  I
didn't think it would be good to establish a precedent of his just walking
in.  But I just couldn't say anything disparaging to this mini
hunk-and-a-half.  "Any good CDs?" he asked as he dropped down to the floor
and started grabbing things out of the box and tossing them in all
directions.

"Well I --"

"What do you got to eat?" and he bounded to the fridge.  He came back
chomping on a slice of cold pizza.  He stood there looking cute as all get
out as he wiped his mouth of a bit of pizza sauce onto his bare arm.  He
was wearing a faded yellow sleeveless T, red basketball shorts, and sneaks
-- no socks.  "When can we go swimming?" he said with his mouth full of
pizza.

"Well the pool's all full of algae and I'm not even sure what to do to get
it clean.  It's probably going to be a few days anyway."  He looked down at
the floor and looked like he was almost ready to cry.  "Don't worry,
Reese," I said.  He looked up: "You remember my name?"  "Sure I do," I
replied.  I got up and put my arm around him and guided him over to the
couch where we sat down, my arm still around him, my hand on his bare upper
arm.  "Listen," I said, "I'll get started on the pool Monday.  I'll go to
the pool place first thing in the morning."  He looked unconvinced.
"Honest, Reese, I'll get it done.  I'm off all summer."

"All summer?  What do you do?" he asked.

"I'm the new gym teacher at Haven Middle Elementary," I replied.  Now he
really looked like he was going to cry.  "What's wrong now?" I asked.

"That's where I go to school," he said with a crack in his voice.

"So?  Don't you think I'll be a good teacher?"

"Sure you will, it's just that...I'm bad!  I'm in trouble all the time at
school!  You won't like me!" and then he did burst into tears.  He leaned
forward with his head in his hands, sobbing.

"Listen, Reese, you want us to get along and be friends, right?"

"Y...yess."

"Well let's make a deal with each other.  We'll have 2 different
relationships -- a school relationship and a home relationship.  If you
get in trouble at school, I won't hold it against you.  And if I have to
punish you at school, you won't hold it against me.  Every day at 3:30
we'll start over -- with a clean slate -- like nothing had ever
happened."

"You promise?" he asked, and he lifted up his shirt to wipe his eyes,
giving me a look at that sweet little tummy.

"I promise."  With that, he leaned back against me and nuzzled into my
armpit and my chest.

"So, you're gonna be my friend?"

"Sure I am."

"I never had a friend before."

I didn't know what to say to that.  Frankly, I was too busy perving on him
to switch into concerned adult mode.  He kept nuzzling into my chest and
armpit like a cat welcoming its master home.  I was only wearing a wife
beater myself.  The softness of his bare cheek rubbing on my bare skin had
my cock rock hard.  Luckily, I was wearing a jockstrap that kept my boner
from noticeably tenting out my shorts.  After he had rubbed his cheek
across my bare armpit several times he leaned back and looked at it and
said, "How come you don't have any hair under your arms?"  I told him about
my Indian background and he thought that was really cool.  "What about
you?" I asked, "Any hair there yet?"  He immediately put his arm up and
tried to look (man, this kid was so easy).

"I don't think so.  Do you see anything?"

I got close -- a few inches away and took my time, looking and trying to
inhale as strongly as I could without being obvious.  I think I detected a
slight odor of sweat but I wasn't sure.  At any rate, my cock was as hard
and hot as it had been yesterday when I had first laid eyes on this
mini-stud.

"Anyway," I said, "I don't know if I want you swimming in my pool and
getting blood in it."  (Nervous as hell, I couldn't stop myself.  I was
going to see how far I could go with him without breaking the law.)

"Blood?  What do you mean?"  He put his arm down.  Dang it.

"Well yesterday," I continued, "I saw you get wacked in the buttcrack
pretty good by a tomahawk.  Didn't that do any damage?"

"Nah, I don't think so.  Anyway, I been hit there lots of times before."

(Before??!!!  I felt my cock twitch.  Did this kid know what he was doing
to me?)  "Well I don't know," I continued, "that's a pretty sensitive area
of the body.  If you got a cut on your butthole and it scabbed over, it
could hurt and bleed the next time you took a shit."  Reese started
giggling.  "What's funny?" I asked.  "You're a teacher and you said
`shit,'" he answered, still giggling.

"Oh.  Well anyway, I'm serious, you could possibly have some real damage
back there."  The little dude stood up.  Was he...?  Yes!  His hands went
right to the waist of his shorts.  He shoved them, along with his boxers,
all the way down to his ankles in one swoop, then bent over.  "Do you see
anything?" he asked, so innocently.  "Your shirt's in the way," I said.  My
head was spinning.  I could barely speak.  Instead of just pulling it up a
few inches, he stood up, grabbed it by the neck and yanked it clear off.
Then he bent back over, actually bent his knees, stuck his butt out, put
his hands back and pulled his cheeks apart to expose his fantastic little
pucker for me!  He had played right into my hands!  Home run!

I fainted.

"Mr. Jones.  Mr. Jones!"  I woke up to someone jiggling my shoulder and
shouting my name.  I slowly came out of it.  In my line of sight was a
little uncut penis jiggling in time to the jiggling of my shoulder.  Reese
still had his pants down around his ankles.  "Mr. Jones, are you alright?"

I had to get focused.  All my adrenaline was pumping.  "I'm okay," I
managed to blurt out, "I just forgot to eat breakfast this morning," I
lied.  I felt the heat of the sun on me and realized that there were no
curtains at the front windows.  "Reese, if we're going to do this, we
really should go back in the bedroom where it's private."

"Okay."  Instead of pulling up his shorts, he just kicked off his shoes and
stepped out of them, now totally naked.  "Where's the bedroom?"

"Last door down the hall," I pointed, my eyes bugging out of their sockets.
He started out while I struggled to get myself up.  I adjusted my straining
hard-on.  I thought I better take his shorts with us in case someone from
his family came to the door -- I didn't want him walking out of my room
stark naked.  I staggered over to the front door to lock it, taking a good
whiff of the inside of his boxers as I made my way.

The sight that met me in my bedroom was unbelievable.  If someone had told
me aliens had landed in there, I would have believed that before I would
believe the magnificent sight on my bed.  Reese had placed his hot little
naked self in the middle of the bed on all fours.  His knees were spread
wide and bent, his butt sticking out and his cheeks spread.  His shoulders
were down on the bed with his face turned to the side, accentuating his
little behind that much more.  It was magnificent.  Michelangelo should
have been there to record it for posterior, I mean, posterity.  Okay, both
then.

No surprise, I once again felt faint.  I grabbed on to the doorway and
waited for the blood to come back to my head.  After feasting on this
little jewel for a moment, Reese lifted his head up and simply said,
"Aren't you going to look at my butt?"  He had a big, cute smile on his
face.

I maneuvered over to the end of the bed and got on my knees on the floor.
I wasn't sure what was going to happen.  It was like I was under a spell or
like I was outside of myself, watching myself in a dream -- a dream come
true.

"Move back toward the end of the bed," I said in a hoarse whisper.
"Further...more."  His feet were now hanging off the bed and his open ass
was just inches from my face.  I fought to keep from fainting again, afraid
that my face would fall into his ass and that would count as molestation.
I took off my shirt.  Yes, I was burning hot with passion but like the time
in the car yesterday, I thought I was also soon going to need a cum rag.

I closed my eyes and took a big, deep breath.  No shit smell.  Just a
little bit of a musky smell.  I don't know how a butthole can be cute but
his certainly was.  And while I'm on the subject, I have to tell you that
this is the first time in my life I had ever been close up to a butthole.
I had fantasized about it tons of times, especially in the last couple of
years.  But the guys that I had sucked off in the past were straight and I
was always afraid that suggesting anything to do with their butthole would
scare them away.  Besides, usually they didn't even have their pants down.
So like I said, having this sexy little boy in this position on my bed was
a dream come true.  His hole was pink and tight and dying to be worshipped.
What could I do?  I didn't want to go to jail.

"How's it look?" he asked.  Huh?  Oh yeh, in a way I had forgotten that he
was there.  I was so focused on the butt before me, I forgot that Reese the
whole person was in the room.  I had to keep this going.  I had to think
fast.  "Uh, I think I need to clean it," I said.

"What's the matter, didn't I wipe good?"

"I think so, I just want to make sure."  I lied.  His anus was squeaky
clean looking.  I stepped into the master bath for some supplies.
Thankfully, my mom had unpacked all my bathroom stuff while the rest of us
were moving in the furniture.  I grabbed a washcloth, soap, towel, and some
lotion.

I put the wet washrag at the top of his buttcrack and gently squeezed,
watching the water trickle down and drip over his hole.  "How's that feel?"
I asked.  "Okay.  It tickles a little but feels fine," he said.  "Okay, I'm
going to put some soap on it now," I replied.  I was about to rub the bar
of soap on him when I thought better of it and instead wet my finger and
rubbed it vigorously over the soap until I had a good lather.  I watched my
finger move toward his hole in slow motion.  I was about to cross a new
line -- at age 22, doing something patently sexual with a 12-year-old.
But hey, it was all medical right?  I was helping him with his injury.
Would the judge buy it?  Would his parents?

His hole felt wonderful and not just that it in itself it felt
wonderful--but the whole scene was wonderful.  Here was this hot little
boy--half devilment and half innocence--giving me access to his most
private place.  I gently rubbed back and forth, reveling in the sight and
the feel of what I was doing.  So exciting.  So forbidden.  With my other
hand, I pulled down my shorts and jock and started jacking.  That, too,
felt wonderful.  After soaping him for a while, I got the washcloth again
and squeezed a little water out.  I took my time.  I would probably never
have an opportunity like this again and I wanted to make it last.  After
getting him rinsed good I picked up the towel, but then had a better idea.
Instead of drying him with the towel, I got within three inches of his
hole, puckered my lips, and gently blew.

"Ooohh!" he swooned, "that tickles!"  "Do you like it?" I asked.  "Oh yeh,"
he replied, "keep doing it."

I slowed down my jacking lest I cum any second.  I kept blowing on his hole
for a minute or two until it was all good and dry.  "I think you're okay,"
I said, "but I'm going to put some lotion on you, just to make sure."
"Okay," was all he said.  I squeezed a generous dollop onto my finger then
went in again to violate his most private spot.  "Ooh!" he yelped, "it's
cold!"

"Sorry.  You'll get used to it in a second."  The lotion was more slippery
and longer lasting then the soap, and gave his hole a deliciously different
feel to my finger.  What would happen if I switched my finger for my
tongue?  Would he know the difference?  No, I better not.  Right now I
could still claim it was all medical, at least try to if I had to.  After
his skin had absorbed all the lotion I was really ready to explode.  I had
one more idea.  "I need to do one more test," I said.  "I need to get a
look inside to make sure everything's okay"

"Huh?"  This time he actually put his head up and looked back at me.  What
a cute sight--in that position--and the confused dumb look on his face
was precious!  I had to stop jacking in part because I couldn't let him see
how my arm was moving; but more so because looking at him look like that, I
would have surely shot off.

"Just relax and put your head back down" (he did) "and then open up your
butthole for me."

"But how do I do that?"

"Just flex it."  Nothing.  "Push out with your hole just like you're trying
to push out a big turd," I said.  Success!  If I thought nothing could top
the orgasmic sights of the last two days, I was wrong.  "That's it," I
encouraged.  "Keep opening and closing your hole like that until I tell you
to stop."  Reese willingly and innocently complied.  I couldn't believe I
was there watching his 12-year-old pucker open and close, open and close.
It would open to just about the size of a pencil for a couple of seconds,
then tightly contract before opening again.  It was the most violently
obscene thing I had ever seen in my life and it wasn't in a picture, wasn't
in a video--it was happening right before my eyes.

Moreover, I now had both hands free to concentrate on my raging dick.  I
figured he wouldn't be able to keep up that action very long and that was
fine since I was about to cum anyway.  And I had to cum before he got tired
and stopped.  I had to cum with that live porn fantasy still going on
before me.  I could feel my orgasm building--rumbling from somewhere deep
within me like the beginning of an earthquake.  I picked up the end of the
quilt on the bed and jammed it into my mouth so I'd have something to bite
down on.  I made sure my t-shirt was completely covering my crotch.  Then
it hit.  I stifled my whimpers and groans as best as I could and after
about 7 spasms, collapsed onto the floor, pulling my pants haphazardly up
as I fell.

"Mr. Jones.  Mr. Jones, are you okay?  Are we done?  Did you pass out
again?

"No Reese, I didn't faint."

"What about my butt?  Is my butt okay?"

"Your butt is perfect little man.  Just perfect."


Coming in chapter 3 -- More first-aid treatment for Reese

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