Date: Thu, 16 Sep 2021 18:28:48 +0200
From: mushu410@mail.com
Subject: Malcolm and My Neighbors Chapter 22 UPDATE

DISCLAIMER:

This story is fictional. No real boys have been harmed in the writing.

Certain characters have been inspired by ones created by Linwood Boomer and
copyrighted by Regency Entertainment. The main characters also contain
traits of people I really knew.  The television show "Malcolm in the
Middle" is copyright 2000 by Twentieth Century Fox Television, Regency
Entertainment, and Monarchy Enterprises.  This story in no way implies the
true sexual orientation of the actors or characters they portray.  It is
pure fantasy.

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Malcolm and My Neighbors
Chapter 22
A Night with Malcolm, Part 3 – "Ride `em, Partner!"

 "So, do you feel close enough to me now, baby?" I asked, pulling him to me
in a hug.  "Yeah!" he exclaimed, "this is just like I thought it would be!"
Really?  Oh Malcolm, this is so way beyond anything I ever imagined we
would do.  But then, so were several other things I had done with the boys
in the past ten days.

Malcolm had said he wanted to have my dick in him – not to be fucked,
but just to feel that connection with me.  So, after tremendous
preparation, we made it.  Yup.  And the incredible contractions of his
boy-ass muscles in trying to expel the huge invader had milked me into a
stupendous orgasm, me shooting my seed up his 11-year-old intestines.
Ahhhh...

When I started to go soft, he said, "No!  Keep it in!"  And then to ensure
that – to get me hard, he knew that all he had to do was call me
"Daddy."  Oh fuck!  So here we were, sitting in the chair, my newly hard
cock still up his ass.  Connected.  That's what he wanted.  He had
insisted, even cried when he arrived, saying that he wanted to be held all
night.  So I had done that too, ever since he had arrived 2 orgasms ago.

I leaned back in the recliner, taking him with me, him now lying on top of
me, both of us stark naked, chest-to-chest.  "Kiss me, Daddy!" he said with
an evil little gleam in his eye.  Fuck!  Why did him calling me "Daddy"
make me so crazy?  But it did!  I grabbed him by the back of the head as I
licked my lips, pulled his face to mine and then bucked my hips, ramming my
cock up in him another inch.  "Oh!" he exclaimed, pulling his face off me,
but it was a happy, "Oh!" and he was still smiling at me.  Yeah, his ass
was totally loosened up now.  And it only took what?  Three-and-a-half
hours?  Man.

He sat up and looked down on me in the reclining chair.  He rubbed my chest
a little.  "You're still wet," he said.  "So are you," I replied,
"together, we're a pretty sweaty mess — but a sexy mess!"  That made him
giggle.

"I got it," I said, quickly standing up and taking him with me, still
impaled (man, I love that word) on my 6-inch fuck-stick.  "Where are we
going?" he asking, wrapping his little arms around me.  "We're going to
take a shower," I said.

"But how--?"

 "Don't worry, we'll figure it out," I said.

My master bath had a walk-in shower.  Not as big as the one downstairs, but
plenty big enough for the two of us.  I walked us right over to it and
turned on the water to get it hot.  I was literally jolted when I turned
around and looked at us in the mirror.  I mean, there sat Malcolm,
literally, sitting on my upturned cock.  He once again had his legs wrapped
around my waist, which brought them up high, causing his little butt cheeks
to be obscenely spread, so you could really see that my cock was going up
in him.  It was like some kind of porn picture.  I put one leg behind me
and leaned back until I could actually see his asshole.  His tiny,
dot-sized little boy asshole stretched around my man-size dick.  Oh fuck!
I couldn't stand it!  I mean, literally (again) I had to close my eyes
before I fainted, came, or both.

"What are you doing?" he asked when I leaned back.  "I'm looking at us in
the mirror," I said breathlessly.  I opened my eyes to see him turn his
head and look around too.  "Wow!" he said, then he giggled.  "Look at your
cock up my ass!"  Then he started bouncing up and down on it, watching
himself.  "Malcolm, DON'T!" I yelled.  I was trying not to freak out.
"What's the matter?" he asked.  I staggered over to the vanity and turned
around, sitting my butt on the edge of it to steady myself.  "If you do
that, number one, you're gonna make me cum and then my dick won't stay in
your ass and number two, you're gonna make me crazy and I'm gonna start
fucking you madly until I do cum."

He looked a little surprised at that.  "Really?" he said.

"Yes, Malcolm, I'm not joking."

"So I really make you crazy, huh?" he said with a smile that was 60 percent
surprise, 20 percent shy, and 20 percent evil.  I couldn't let this little
genius know he could control me.  "I admit nothing," I said, but then I
added simply: "Yes."  Fuck, I'm such a cave-in.  I had my head down but
looked up at him.  He actually looked like he was going to bust out crying
again.  "What?" I asked.  "I love you!" he exclaimed.  Then he threw
himself against me, squeezing me with his arms and legs, pressing his chest
to my chest and his face to my shoulder.  Oh, Malcolm, sweet little
Malcolm.  "I love you, too," I softly whispered in his ear.  "This is the
best night of my life," he said softy, but with great passion.  Wow.  Maybe
it was me who had the power over him.  Maybe it didn't matter.  It didn't.
If we truly loved each other, it didn't matter who had what power because
we would be unselfish about it.  But then, lust by nature is basically
selfish.  But then...oh, fuck it all, time for the shower!

By now the bathroom was so steamed up, I could no longer see in the mirror
anyway.  It was covered with fog.  I adjusted the water temperature and
walked us both in.  It was a wonderfully soothing sensation, having this
loving little boy hugging me while the warm droplets of water pelted me and
massaged the rest of me.  It was so nice.  Thankfully, I didn't relax
enough for my cock do go down.  Honestly, I don't think that was possible
as long as it was in his ass, which still felt amazing.  But it had been a
very tense evening.  Tense in a good way — in an all-out throw mores,
norms, and everything else to the wind way, but good.  But tense.  Lots of
crying, yelling, screaming, hugging, kissing, pain, grunting, groaning,
scrunched up faces, anticipation, ecstasy.  And looking back, I think I had
been hard for pretty much every second of it, even right after cumming.
Man what a life I was leading!!

"Hold on to me and lean back, Sunshine," I said.  I got a big glob of
shampoo and started washing his hair.  "Oh, my," he said.  "What?" I asked.
"It just feels so nice," he replied.  And it did.  It all did.  It was all
so sensual; and still erotic enough to keep me hard, as did the occasional
squeeze of his ass muscles on my dick.  I don't know if he was doing that
on purpose or if it was involuntary.  Did it matter?

Anyway, we took our sweet time and took turns washing each other's hair,
face, neck, shoulders, chests.  We washed each other's backs down as far as
we could reach.  I of course could get all the way down, even past his butt
to most of his legs.  He could only reach about halfway down my butt, but
OH!  The feeling of his small hands rubbing up and down on my slippery,
soaped-up ass.  The fact that he was even doing it — was willing to do
it — happily doing it.  That may not be a monumental thing in light of
what else had happened so far tonight but it was definitely another new
thing on the list of stuff we've done.  The little neighbor boy was rubbing
my ass.  And for a long time.  And hugging me while he was doing it.  Ah,
so sweet.  What was this life I was leading?  I couldn't even process it.
Had the ancient gods conspired and voted and bestowed on me some award:
"Let's let Jay experience in real life every fantasy he could possibly
dream of, and a whole bunch more that he never would have dreamed of."
Ahhh.  That's how it felt.  Who in the whole-wide-world has a better life
than mine?  I would trade places with no one.

Well, we could have stayed in there all night (I have a tankless hot water
heater so the hot water never stops coming).  But I think we'd had our fill
so we got out and dried each other off, which, in turn, was still very
intimate and bonding and fun.  Leaving the steamy bathroom, I headed for my
king-sized bed.  It was now after 11:00 o'clock at night.  The other reason
I wanted us to get out of the shower is that my dick had been doing a slow
build of horniness.  Sure, I had cum two times tonight already, but now my
hard dick had been not only hard and straining for the past half hour
straight, but had been up little Malcolm's butt the entire time.  I mean,
there's only so much a guy can take!  I tried to put it out of my mind
during the magnificent shower, but I could no longer ignore the throbbing
emanating from my crotch area.

"Malcolm," I said, through clenched teeth, trying not to spring all my
building lust on him at once.  "What?" he said.  "I'm not going to be able
to keep this dick like this much longer," I said, already starting to
breathe hard.  "What do you mean?" he asked.  Gosh, is he really still that
innocent?  Maybe, at 11, he is.  "Because," I said, trying not to sound too
tense, "you've been squeezing on it with your hot ass for the past half
hour and I'm starting to go mad.  I'm either going to have to pull it out
of you and jack it off, or...or..."  "Fuck me?" he said.  Oh shit!  Just
hearing him say the words "fuck me" in my ear, practically put me into
orbit.

"Was that a question or an invitation?" I asked, quickly, maybe a little
too loudly.  His eyes got big.  And then, "but I wanted to fall asleep with
you in me!" he cried, and threw his head onto my chest, squeezing me
tightly with his arms and legs again.  That action didn't exactly help my
predicament.  But I squeezed him back.  "We can still do that," I said
breathlessly.  "After."

"Look, you liked it when Reese did it to you," I continued.  "I explained
at the time how your dick more-or-less goes from the tip of your penis all
the way down your crotch and up into your ass to your prostate.  Don't
think of it as fucking.  Think of it as me jacking off your insides."

He was thinking.  I mean, you can't deny that the act of fucking is more
than just the physical feelings.  There's an aspect of dominance to it,
who's in charge, who's on top, who is entering who.  There's also an extra
level of gayness in being fucked — way higher than simply letting a
cocksucker suck you off.  Anyway...I couldn't wait any longer.  I slid my
hands down his marvelously smooth back and grabbed him by his sweet little
hiney.  Then, I lifted him up 2 inches and back down.  Ten times.  "Oh!" he
let out a little gasp about the third time.  "OH!" a little louder now on
the fifth insertion.  "OH FUCK!" he said on the tenth one.  And he was
already panting too.  Moreover, I looked down and saw that his little
member was starting to get erect!

"Can we...can you...I mean, can we walk around and do it?" he asked
breathlessly.  I had carried both Reese and Malcolm around the house naked
and chest-to-chest before.  They both loved the idea of being carried
around so easily by a strong young man they admired.  "Fuck yeah!  Anything
you want!" I practically shouted (and jumped) for joy.

Immediately, I started.  I had never let go of his marvelous little ass and
I started in earnest, lifting him up and back down as I walked to the
bedroom door.  There was an erotic squishing, slurping sound with each
movement that added that much more to my horniness.  He couldn't really hug
me as I was throwing him up and down so fast, so he locked his fingers
behind my neck and leaned back, letting himself get into it.

"Oh Malcolm, oh man!" I said, "This is wonderful!"  He seemed to be full of
glee, too.  He was being wickedly thrown up and down as if on an amusement
park ride.  And at the same time getting all kinds of sexual stimulation —
and new kinds at that.  He was making these quiet little grunts every time
I slammed his 55-pound body down onto my raging 6-incher: "uh...uh...uh..."
Fuck, I was so horny!  And FUCK, I was really FUCKING!  For the first time
in my 22-year-old life, my dick was going in and out of someone else!  I
looked down to see that his little boystick was at its full hard 3-inches
now as well.  Oh fuck!  Once again, my head was spinning, overwhelmed with
all the thoughts, feelings, and physical sensations.

"Oh Malcolm!" I cried out again.  I had taken him to the kitchen and was
making the rounds back through the living room to my bedroom again.  I had
a thought.  Maybe not a good one but I had to try to do it while I had the
chance.  I wanted to get to the bed.  I wanted to find out what it was like
to REALLY fuck someone.  If he would let me.  "Malcolm, I gotta try
something, I just GOTTA!  Just go with me please!" I implored.  He just
sort of nodded in a daze.  He was too lost in lust to do anything else.

I set down on the edge of the bed, then laid back.  Holding onto him to
keep him upright, I reached down and picked up his legs, put them on my
chest, then spun him around.  Then I sat up.  Now, he was sitting on my
lap, his back to my chest.  But not for long.

Reaching around and holding him tightly to my chest with my forearm, I
carried him and crawled to the center of the bed, being mindful to keep my
fuckstick firmly lodge in his young rectum.  Then I slowly lowered us both
down.  OH FUCK!  This felt stupendous!!!

I just laid there on him for a while, not putting all my weight on him but
just reveling in the sensation.  But now...now it was time to FUCK, I mean
REALLY FUCK!  I lifted off of him and eased my raging boner out about
halfway, then slowly put it back in.  No protest from him.  I sped up.
Faster.  Faster.  Still faster.  The slurping, sloshing sounds of my
well-lubed cock going in and out of his loosened, but still tight orifice
were driving me crazy.  And then, when I got to a certain speed, there was
added a "slapping" sound as my stomach smashed into his sweet little boy
behind.  That was it!  That really set me off.

Suddenly, I was a wild man and I started banging him mercilessly like there
was no tomorrow.  The sounds, oh, the sounds.  We now mixed in my moans of
lust along with his grunts coming a split second after every slap.  I
discovered that I really liked fucking.  Is this what it was like to fuck a
girl?  Not only did I like this position, this feeling of power and
control, but the physical sensation was something new and thrilling to me.
As I humped his little ass, I could feel my own ass muscles clenching and
releasing, even some of that same clenching and releasing was felt in my
asshole!  Unbelievable!  No wonder guys like fucking so much!

"Uncle Jay!  Uncle Jay!"  It was Malcolm.  I think he had actually shouted
several times but it was at least the third time until it was enough to
pull me out of my lustful frenzy on his cute young body.  "What, Sunshine?"
I yelled, still fucking madly.  "I don't like this!" he said.  "WHAT???!!!"
I screamed inside my head.  "What?" I said out loud—still fucking
though...  "I said I don't like this," he said again, almost shouting this
time.

"Well you're not supposed to like it, you little BITCH!  It doesn't matter
if you like it, you're being fucked, so just shut up and take it until I'm
done!"  Okay, that's what I said INSIDE my head.  But I would never say
that to Malcolm.  You know me better than that.  "Does it hurt?" is what I
really said to him, sadly, slowing down my fucking to where I was just
easing it in and out of him slowly.  Actually, I found that this felt
almost as good to me – on my cock and ass as well.

"No," was all he said.

"Well what, then?!" I cried, still sliding in and out of him, not wanting
this to end.  There aren't enough words in all the world to tell you how
much I didn't want this to end.

"I don't know!" he said, "I just...I just feel...used."

Oh man.  Yeah, I know, I was using him, and that's part of the dominance of
the fuck.  Yes, I screamed that stuff inside my head again.  But this was
Malcolm.  Malcolm!  So I slowed down – down to a stop.  Hey, I needed a
break anyway.  It was amazing that I hadn't cum yet.  I could only be
thankful that the two out-of-this-world orgasms I had already had this
evening were giving me my current staying power.  I let my body rest on him
again, my cock still hard and throbbing, his ass still gripping it.  Okay,
if fucking him was a 10, on a scale of 1 to 10, this was still a 9.  Or
maybe an 8 and a half.  Or maybe...hmmm...the bottom line (no pun intended)
was that I had to finish fucking him.  I just HAD to!  But I had to make
him want it.

An IDEA!  I had to get us face to face.  Without telling him what I was
going to do, I reversed the order of getting him in this position, until he
was turned around in my lap, us face to face as before, then, down on his
back, me on top, with his legs up above him and resting against me.  Yes,
this was still a submissive position.  But now, we could kiss.  And that's
what I did.  My cock had never left his body, and calling on great
willpower, I kept it perfectly still.  And then I went about seducing him.
Seducing him with closeness — with love.

"Oh, Malcolm!" I said with utmost passion as I started planting wet, hot
kisses all over his little face, neck, shoulders, hair..."Oh, Malcolm, I
love you so much!"  (And I did.  Believe me, I wasn't having to fake any of
this.)  More kisses, along with some sucking on his ears, neck, and
shoulder now.  "Oh Malcolm!  I can't believe...I just can't believe how
incredibly lucky I was to get the house right next door to you," I said
breathlessly.  "Oh Malcolm, you mean so much to me!"  I picked up his arm
and moved it above his head, then went down and started licking his armpit.
I wanted to show him I could still be submissive.  That I was here to
serve.  Plus, I really wanted to eat out his hairless, white armpit.  He
let me do it for about 10 seconds, then he jerked away with a giggle.  That
was all he could take.  I nuzzled my cheek against his.  My cock was still
throbbing in his butt — expanding and contracting in sheer horniness and
desire for him.  And his contractions back on me seemed faster and stronger
again.  I looked down at our enjoined crotches.  Oh shit!  The little
fucker was hard again!

Once again, my roaring passion was unleashed.  Almost bopping our heads
together, I reigned my lips down onto his.  He kissed me back with equal
passion as he grabbed me around the neck.  I took that as permission.  As I
slowly started to move in and out, not only did he not protest, but he
actually "HMMM-ed" out in loud passion against my lips as he brought his
ass up to meet my ever-incrreasing thrusts!  FFFUUUUUUCCCKKK!!!  OH
MALCOLM!!!!  There was no way I would last much longer now!  He slid his
hands down to my shoulders, digging his little fingers into my back,
squeezing.  It hurt, but feeling the passion coming from him was
incredible, serving only to up my horny frenzy.

"Bam!  Bam!  Bam!" came the sounds as I once again went to town on his now
upturned ass.  Our kiss continued.  I found that in this position, I didn't
get quite the enjoyment from my ass flexing as I had before, but it was
more than made up for by being face-to-face...by the closeness, the
intimacy, the passionate kissing.  Yeah, we were still fucking, but now,
again another first for me, I was also making love.  OH MALCOLM!!!!

"UH!"  I finally had to pull my mouth off of him so I could cry out.  I
couldn't hold that part of my passion in any more.  In this position, I
found that I could get my cock deeper in him than ever.  So I was taking
long strokes, pulling out as far as I dared, then ramming back into him.
We both cried out with each slam of my stomach to his little butt as my
fuckstick relentlessly invaded him.  "UH!  UH!  UH!" we both cried, the
unison timing of our outbursts only adding to my horniness.  I bent my head
down and pressed my cheek against his.  With the yelling we were doing, now
headed towards all out screaming, we could no longer kiss; but I wanted to
be as close to him as possible — intimate — connected.  That's what
he wanted.  That's what we both wanted.

"OH MALCOLM!!!" I cried out like an animal, almost shrieking.  "OH MALCOLM!
I'M GONNA CUM!  YOU WANT MY JUICE?"  (I had already cum in him once, so I
knew he would take it.  But I wanted to hear him say it.)  "YEAH, GIVE IT
TO ME, UNCLE JAY!!!" he screamed also, almost as loud as me.

"OH FUCK!  OH FUCK!  OH FUCK!" I was near sobbing again now, once again
about to shoot my seed into his sweet little boy behind.  And this time
instead of him milking it out of me like before, I would be the one giving
it to him.  Somehow that upped the passion yet another level.  "OH MALCOM!
OH MALCOLM!  OOOOOOOOOOOHHHHHHHHHHH MAAAALLLCCOOLLMMMM!!!"

And then with all other manner of shrieks, snorts and unintelligible
gibberish at full volume, it hit.  It was the storm of storms, the
explosion of explosions, the...well, for me, it was the orgasm of all
orgasms!  "FFFFUUUUCCCKKKK!!!" I cried as my crazy hard boner started
spewing into him.  The force was so powerful, I half expected to see a
geyser of my cum shooting up out of his mouth.  "FFFFUUUUCCCKKKK!!!" I
cried again — this time it was more of a squeal, up high at a pitch
level I didn't know I had.  I felt like I rammed into him 40 times, spewing
out a gallon of cum with every thrust.  I heard fireworks, thunder, bombs!
I saw fire, lightening!  OH FUCK!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Finally, I started to come down from my high.  It was like I had gone to
some other dimension and had to mentally claw my way back into this world.
"Oh, Malcolm," was all I could say, softly and breathlessly now.  The
screaming had stopped, the sobbing subsided.  But I was still panting as if
clutching at my last breath.  I finally was able to come out of my
post-orgasm world long enough to notice Malcolm again.  He was panting as
well, but not nearly as much as me.  He was looking up at me with a little
smile.  There was great love and adoration in his eyes.  He was beautiful.


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