Date: Mon, 30 Aug 2021 16:50:44 +0200
From: mushu410@mail.com
Subject: Malcolm and My Neighbors Chapter 8

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 8
How to Get a Clean Boy Dirty

I woke up at 5:00 to the sound of my cellphone alarm going off.
Eleven-year-old Malcolm was still entwined onto me and his twelve-year-old
brother, Reese, was still spooned up against him.  I sighed as I recalled
the events of earlier this afternoon, how I had not only given Malcolm his
first blowjob but also his first ever orgasm.  Malcolm had given me a long
hard kiss that sent me to the moon; then I had another mind-blowing orgasm
as I gave Malcolm his first ever rim-job -- and that was a first for me
too!  Could my life possibly get any better?  I didn't see how.

I gently shook their naked bodies to rouse them from their nap.  "C'mon,
guys, your parents are expecting you home for dinner," I said.  They
stretched a bit and rolled out of the bed.  Man I loved looking at their
waking, naked bodies.  Malcolm started to put his underwear and shorts on
but Reese started right for the door.  "Reese!" I shouted.  He turned
around and looked at me sleepily.  "Shorts!" I pointed.  He shrugged his
shoulders, then sat down on the bed and donned his boxers and shorts, then
lumbered toward the door.  Malcolm followed, then stopped.  Reese stopped
and waited for his brother.

"I want to kiss and cuddle with Mom and Dad like you and Dewey have been
doing," Malcolm said to his brother, then looked at me.  "So?" said Reese,
"do it then."  "I don't know how to get started," said Malcolm.  Reese just
rolled his eyes.  "Malcolm," I said, "it will happen.  If not tonight, then
tomorrow.  When you want it bad enough, you'll figure it out."  "Okay,
thanks," said Malcolm, "I mean, thanks for EVERYTHING!"  "You, too,
Sunshine!" I said as I got up and gave him a tight hug.  "C'mon," said
Reese, "I'm hungry."  So they started for the door.  "I'll be back after
dinner," Reese yelled, then the sound of the front door closing.  I
realized that my cock, though totally soft, was aching.  "I wonder if I
sprained it?" I thought.  Maybe I should cut down on orgasms.  Anyway, I
was hungry too, so I pulled on my shorts and went to the kitchen for a beer
and a sandwich.

As promised, hot little Reese showed up after dinner.  You probably
wouldn't notice if you weren't looking for it, but I could tell that his
little four-incher was already half hard and tenting out his shorts, trying
to stand up.  "C'mon, let's get started!" he exclaimed.  And he shoved his
shorts and underwear down in one swift move, his now rock hard cock
pointing up.  Again, I thought I almost heard it go "boing" as it popped up
when the waistband of his boxers cleared it.  It did hit him in the stomach
and made a slight slapping sound.  Even that made my knees buckle.  It was
so sexy!  Everything about this boy was sexy to me -- (even his snot, but
that's a different chapter)!  He looked at me with his bright, eager smile.
Such a handsome face; such a hot little body!

We went into the bathroom and I started the water.  "It's going to take
several minutes to fill up," I said.  "You want me to carry you around like
I did yesterday?"  "Yeah!" he cried excitedly, as he reached his arms up
toward my neck.  I got him under the armpits and pulled him up to me.  He
wrapped his bare legs tightly around my naked waist, his hard little
fuck-rod pushing into my stomach.  He rested his head on my shoulder,
rubbing against my cheek as I positioned my hands under his bare buttocks.
Then he leaned back, looked at me with glowing eyes, and planted one of his
special, long, gentle kisses on my lips.  Ahhh...so sweet!

"What are your brothers doing tonight?" I asked, as he put his head back on
my shoulder.  I had wondered if now that Malcolm had been initiated into
the joys of oral sex, if he was going to be demanding it constantly the way
his horny pubescent brother did.  "It's Dewey's night to do chores," he
answered, "and Malcolm's lying on the couch on top of Dad, naked."
"Already?!" I exclaimed.  "How did that happen?"

Well, as I've said already, Reese has a fairly uncomplicated view of the
world.  And sometimes, folks with that view, while maybe not the smartest,
have a way of cutting through the bull and getting things done faster than
the rest of us -- those of us who overthink everything.  So the story he
told me was that when they got home, their dad was lying on the couch
watching TV.  Malcolm stopped toward the end of the couch, near his
father's knees, with Reese standing behind him.  "Hi, boys!" said their
dad, looking up at them.  And then: "Did you want something Malcolm?"
Malcolm just stood there for a few seconds.  Then with another roll of his
eyes, Reese grabbed the waist band of Malcolm's shorts and briefs together,
and shoved them all the way down to his ankles in one swoop.  Then he
quickly stood up and shoved Malcolm in the direction of his father.  As
Malcolm's feet were caught in his pants, he couldn't take a step to steady
himself, and had no choice but to fall right onto his father,
chest-to-chest and face-to-face.

Malcolm had a look of shock and surprise on his face, but then he saw the
smile and love in his father's eyes and immediately relaxed.  "I love you,
Daddy," he said.  Then he gave his father a nice, long, gentle kiss on the
lips, just like he had learned from watching his brothers.  Hal, as
expected, started crying, and also rubbing Malcolm all over, including
going down over his bare butt.  When Hal realized how far he had gone, he
said, "Oh, sorry son."  But Malcolm reached around and picked up his
father's hand and put it back on his butt.  Then he gave his father another
nice, special kiss while his daddy continued to rub his little bottom.
Reese picked up Malcolm's feet, pulled his shorts and briefs clear off and
placed Malcolm's feet on top of his dad's legs.  Dewey, who had been
watching TV on the floor, stood up and was ready to pounce.  Reese had even
further presence of mind to decide that Malcolm and Daddy should be alone
on this first time, so he picked up Dewey and said, "C'mon, Dewey.  I'll
play with you in our room."  "Okay!" said Dewey.  Reese even remembered to
take nude Malcolm's clothes with him to their room so his mother wouldn't
have anything to yell about.  "Lois, c'mere!" he heard his dad shout as he
and Dewey went down the hall.

"Wow, Reese!" I pulled him back away from me so I could look him in the
eye.  "I'm really impressed.  You thought of everything!"  Reese beamed
with pride.  "You know what?" I said, "I think Malcolm has a very good big
brother!"  "You mean Francis?" he asked (Francis was the fifteen-year-old
brother they had told me about who was away at military school).  "No, I
mean you!  For what you did for Malcolm!"  Reese had that sweet, dumb look
on his face that I so loved.  My words were slowly sinking in.  "Wow!" he
exclaimed, "I am, aren't I?  I've never been a good big brother before.
This is cool!"  "Yes it is, Little Man!" I said.  "Yes it is."  And I
turned off the water.  The tub was ready.

I wasn't sure why Reese had particularly asked to be sucked off in the tub.
I mean, my big whirlpool tub was so deep, it covered up most of your body
when you got down into it.  Was he thinking I would suck him off under the
water?  Who am I kidding?  Reese doesn't think -- well not that often,
anyway.  I shucked down my shorts and boxers and threw them aside.  Like
his brother, Malcolm, Reese didn't seem to really take any notice of my
cock -- just another body part.  Kind of like if you met someone in pants,
then saw them in shorts a few days after, you really wouldn't think about
their knees.

Anyway, I turned on the motor and set the timer for 15 minutes and we got
in.  "WOW!" cried Reese, "this is awesome!"  And then: "Are you going to
suck me now?"  Right to the point.  "I guess you will have to stand like
you did by the front door yesterday," I said.  "Okay!" Reese exclaimed, as
he jumped up with a humongous smile on his face and offered me his skyward
pointing dicklett,.  I had told you in an earlier chapter that we had
decided that Reese would stay still and let me service him and then at the
end I would let him fuck my face to finish.  That way, it would last longer
and we would both get more enjoyment.  But I knew he really liked to
control it and I figured I would just let him and we would get this first
orgasm out of the way quickly.  I had other plans for him later -- for a
different part of his anatomy.  That's when I would really get MY
enjoyment...

He grabbed my head and rammed it in and started pumping -- so rough, so
callous, so sexy!  I loved every minute of it, my cock standing up as hard
as ever!  As I said, I think I needed to give my cock a rest so I wasn't
going to jack off this time.  Instead, I just concentrated on feeling his
marvelous, muscular, jutting, little butt.  I didn't even have to rub it
that much.  I could just let my hands keep still and let his pumping do the
work.  I had wondered what would be different about sucking him in the tub.
Well, the fact that his butt was all wet and slippery made its smoothness
ten times more delectable to me.  Yes...yet another first on my list of
sexual things that would send me into orbit.  We would definitely be doing
this again!

"Uh... uh... uh!" he grunted and groaned like a little animal, letting out
a grunt with each thrust as his smooth stomach made slapping noises against
my face.  I amped up my sucking and my tongue work.  I started making
"Hmmms," too.  I wanted to get his cum, in part, because I was horny.  But
also, and I say yes, even more so, because I wanted to cuddle with him in
the tub before the whirl-pooling stopped.  "Oh shit!  Oh fuck, you
cocksucker!  I'm gonna cum down your throat!  You want it faggot?!"  I
looked up, and his face was red -- sweat dripping down.  Fuck, so sexy!
"Mm-hmm," I mumbled with my mouth full of boy-dick.  You might wonder why I
allowed him to call me names like that.  To be honest, I don't even think
he realized he was doing it.  He was 100 percent respectful to me at all
other times.  And the fact is, I just really got off on making him lose it
that way.  My six-inch cock was pulsing and throbbing!

"AHHH!!!" he cried, "I'm cumming!!  Take it, baby swallow that load, you
slut!"  Even in his daze of lust, he had the presence of mind to pull his
penis back a couple of inches.  He knew now, that I liked the sensation of
his sweet boy-cum hitting my horny tongue.  Plus, I think he also liked
having his cockhead in my mouth, so he could feel me literally sucking the
cum out of him.  Oh shit, oh shit!!!  I reached for my cock in nearly blind
lust, but talked myself out of it.  "Save it for later!" I screamed to
myself, and had just enough discipline to listen.

"AHHH!!!" cried Reese again, and once more I felt that familiar mighty
throb of his powerful little fuck-stick and the first splatter of his
boy-juice hitting my tongue.  Once more, I was in ecstasy at both the
physical sensation and the mental thought of the fact that I was taking
into me, something that came from Reese, something that he created,
something that represented his essence -- his MALE essence.  Oh fuck, there
was nothing hotter possible in the universe!  Once again I almost reached
for my cock to make myself cum and once again, I forced myself out of it.

"Oh FUCK!  SHIT!"  Reese cried, his pumping finally slowing down, then him
backing off and pulling out of my sucking mouth with a loud "Pop!"  Oh fuck
ñ even that sound made me want to attack my own boner again, but still I
held off.  He collapsed back against the other end of the tub with a big
splash.  But that's okay.  After my earlier bath with Malcolm, I knew to
cover the floor near the tub with towels this time.

"Man!" he said, still in a daze, but looking at me with a grateful gleam in
his eyes as he sat there panting.  "I'm glad I don't go quite so crazy over
getting sucked now," he said, "but it still feels just as good!"  "Just
wait `til later, Little Man," I thought to myself: "I'm going to show you
what crazy is."

And then, Reese got a funny look on his face, a little more serious.  "You
know," he said, "if you're going to be sucking my cock all the time, I
shouldn't have to call you `Mr. Jones.'"

Oh fuck... was this it?  Was he really going to make me his bitch?  Treat
me like shit now?  I couldn't allow that if I was going to be his teacher
at school.  Was our relationship as I knew it over already?  I felt myself
turning pale.  "Why is that, Reese?" I just barely forced myself to say,
hardly able to keep my composure.

"Because," he said, "when you do it, I feel so close to you.  And I love
you so much for doing it, and for how you're so nice to do that for me."
(I was crumbling inside.)  "You said we were friends," he continued, "and
`Mr. Jones' is so...so..."  "Formal?" I asked, breathless.  "Yeah, that's
it!" said Reese.  "It's too formal."

I tried to swallow down a big lump in my throat -- tried to swallow the
guilt I was feeling for what I was just thinking about Reese.  I'm sure
glad that he couldn't read minds.  "C'mere, you!" I spread my arms wide,
choking back tears.  Just like Malcolm, he jumped across the tub and dived
onto me, forcing out a gallon of water as he did.  Unlike Malcolm, he
didn't notice that he did, but that's okay.

"Well, Reese," I said, still teary as I wrapped my arms around him in a big
hug.  "I'm going to have you and your brothers in school in the fall and I
can't have you calling me by my first name there.  And if you do it here,
then it's going to be awfully hard for you to go back to `Mr. Jones' at
school.  Maybe..." I was thinking.  "Maybe you can call me `Uncle Jones,'"
I said.  He lifted his head up off my chest and looked at me with a frown.
"No, that still doesn't sound right," he said.  "What about `Uncle
Jonesy?'"  I asked.  He frowned and started to shake his head, and then:
"'Uncle Jay!'" he blurted out.  "'Uncle Jay' is cool.  Can we call you
that?" he looked so happy, smiling up at me.  I started to cry.  Gosh, I
guess I was a lot like his dad.

"What's the matter?  What did I say?!" he asked.  He looked like he could
cry too.  "Oh Reese," I said.  I'm crying because I feel so happy.  You
see, I would really love to be your uncle.  I wish I was your uncle -- that
I had nephews like you and Malcolm and Dewey for real.  And you see, my
first name is Jason but my whole family calls me `Jay' for short.  So when
you called me Uncle Jay, just like my real family would, it just made
me...Oh, Reese!" I said squeezing him and leaning down my head to rub it on
the top of his.  "I love you so much!" I exclaimed, still choking back
tears.

"So I made you cry because I made you happy?!" he asked.  "Yes," I nodded
still teary.  "Wow!" he said, "this is like a day of -- like in history or
something for me!  First, I found out I'm a good big brother, then I made
somebody cry because I made them happy.  I sure never did that before!"
(Actually, he had with his father but he wasn't thinking.)  And then he
started singing!  He just put his little head on my chest and starting
singing in a made-up tune, "I made Uncle Jay so happy that he cried.  I
made Uncle Jay so happy that he cried."  The tune didn't really sound that
good, but who cares?  Man, it was the cutest thing.  There seemed to be a
million different ways that this little dude was able to make me love him.

Then we just laid there like that in in the tub in silence awhile, further
relaxing into the water and into each other.  I would not have traded those
ten minutes for a summer in Hawaii.  It was paradise.  When the water
stopped swirling he wanted me to turn it back on, but I explained to him
that too much time in the whirlpool makes you feel shaky -- maybe even
sick.  "Okay," and his little brow was furrowed again.  "You got any boats
to play with?" he asked.  In my mind I said, "Duh -- I'm 22," but out loud
I just said, "No."

"I'll get some," he said as he got up and out of the tub.  "Towel!" I
cried, and he grabbed one and rubbed it on himself for three seconds.  "And
Reese, I really don't want you to go home like that."  "I'm not," he said,
and he walked over to the nightstand and picked up my cellphone and dialed
a number.  "Hey Dewey, I'm taking a bath with Mr. Jones and we don't have
anything to play with.  Will you bring the bathtub toys over for me?  Okay.
Bye."  By this time he had walked back into the bathroom.  "Dewey will be
right over," he said as he put my cellphone on the side of the tub.
"Reese?" I tried not to come down too hard on him.  "Do you think it's a
good idea for Dewey to know that you and I are taking a bath together?" I
asked, with not a little tenseness in my voice.  Reese looked at me with
his dumb, blank expression, then: "Oh, you're right," he said.  "When Dewey
sees this tub, he's going to want to get in with us."  "No, Reese, what I
MEANT was --" "But don't worry," he interrupted.  "I just remembered, it's
Dewey's night to do chores," and he put his head back on my chest, looking
pleased with himself as we heard the sound of the front door opening.

"Reese!" we heard the high pitched voice of little Dewey shouting.  "Back
here!" cried Reese, nearly bursting my eardrums with his volume.  He still
had his head on my chest.  Then he sat up, and I quickly leaned forward,
trying to hide my still hard cock.  Little Dewey was wearing a pair of bib
overalls but nothing else -- no shirt or shoes.  Man, did he look cute!
"Thanks, Dewey!" said Reese, taking the plastic basket of boats and other
toys from him.  Then, as predicted, six-year-old Dewey cried, "I wanna take
a bath too!"  "No, Dewey," said Reese.  "It's just me and Mr. Jones
tonight."  Dewey started pouting and his eyes began to blaze.  I don't know
if he was working up to a tantrum or a cry or what.  "Dewey, I promise, you
can come back another night and take a bath, right, Mr. Jones?"  "Yes,
Dewey," I said, "you can come this weekend."  I wanted to put it off a few
days and have some more fun with Reese and Malcolm in the meantime.  Dewey
looked at me like he was trying to figure out how far he could go with me.
"But I want to take a bath, nnooowww," he whined (change of tactic).  "Did
you finish all your chores?" asked Reese, and from the way Reese said it, I
knew that Reese knew he hadn't.  "Yes," said Dewey, looking down at his
bare feet.  "I'm going to ask Mom," Reese said and grabbed the phone.
"NO!" cried Dewey and tried to grab it but Reese quickly moved back to the
other side of the tub out of reach.

"Mom," Reese said into the phone, "has Dewey finished all his chores yet?
Well tell him to come home, `cause I'm taking a bath with Mr. Jones, and we
want to play by ourselves.  "WHAT THE FUCK?!!!" I screamed inside my
head..."REESE, WHAT HAVE YOU DONE?!!!"  "Yeah," I heard him say through my
daze -- I thought I was going to throw up -- preferably on Reese.  "He's
got this huge whirlpool tub in his bedroom," he continued happily.  "You
should see it -- it's awesome!"  "Oh Reese, you are killing me," I thought.
"She wants to talk to you," said Reese, holding out the phone.  "H..hello?"
I managed to garble out.  "Hi, Mr. Jones, this is Lois, how are you?"  (She
wasn't even upset?!!  Again, I asked myself what kind of family was this?)
"Um...fine, you?" I managed to say.  "Oh, I'm fine," she answered.  "Listen
she said, "I need you to send Dewey home.  He hasn't finished his evening
chores so he can't take a bath with you boys tonight.  Maybe some other
time."  Was she messing with me?  She sounded perfectly normal -- perfectly
happy.

"How about Friday?" I asked, now regaining my composure.  "Actually," I
continued, "I was thinking of asking all three boys if they wanted to spend
the weekend with me, if that's okay with you.  The pool should be ready by
then.  We can hang out; and it will give you and Hal a break."  (While I'm
sucking and rimming her little boys -- aren't I a good neighbor?)

"Well, I don't know," she said, sounding hesitant, "let me check with my
husband."  And I guess she only half covered up the phone because I heard
her do this sort of half-whispered yell: "Hal!" she exclaimed.  "Mr. Jones
next door wants to keep the kids for us this weekend!"  "All THREE?!" Hal
exclaimed in that same whispered yell.  I think they were deliriously happy
but not wanting me to hear it.  "Tell him YES!" exclaimed Hal, and I
thought I heard jumping sounds...were they dancing?"  "Um...yes,
Mr. Jones," said Lois in her best responsible parent voice.  "We think that
would be fine -- very nice of you."  "Okay, Lois," I said, "I'll talk to
you later about the details.  Oh, and Lois?"  "Yes?" she asked.  "The
name's `Jason,'" I said.  "Okay," she said, "goodnight, Jason."
"Goodnight," I replied and I'm sure I heard shrieks of laughter as she was
hanging up the phone.

So, poor Dewey was sent home and Reese and I had tremendous fun for the
next half hour playing fisherman, tug boat captain, and war of course.  I
was a Commander; he was a Navy Seal.  When the water started to get a
little colder, I shifted gears into the next part of my plan.  "Hey,
Reese," I said.  "You remember when I washed your butthole when I was
checking to see if you had any injury back there?"  "Uh-huh," he answered.
"You liked that, didn't you?" I asked.  "Sure, it was okay -- felt kinda
good," he replied casually.  "Well you wanna know what makes it feel way
better?" I asked.  "What?" he replied.  "It feels way better when your dick
is hard," I said.  "Really?" he asked and he looked like he wasn't really
grasping how that could be.

"I'll show you," I said.  "Sit up on the edge of the tub."  He did.  "Now,"
I said, "feel the skin under your balls."  He did.  "It feels soft, right?"
"Yup," he replied.  "Now," I said, "see how it changes when your dick gets
hard."  I took his 3-inch flaccid little penis into my hot mouth.
Hmmmmm...  He was fully erect in three sucks.  This was the first time I
ever felt him actually get hard in my mouth.  Up to now, he had always been
rock hard before I touched him.  Feeling him get hard in my mouth got me
way hard again too -- rock hard.  "Ahhh!" he cried, "don't stop!"  (I
didn't want to, but I had bigger plans...)  "Patience, little man," I said.
"Now," I continued, "feel under your balls again."  He did.  "See how it
feels a lot firmer now, sort of like your cock when it's hard?"  "Cool!" he
said.  "See," I continued (I was being "medical" with him again) "your
pleasure zone goes from the end of your cock, down your shaft, down through
and including your balls, down under your balls to your asshole, then
through your asshole and up inside you to your prostate.  It feels good
anywhere along there.  That's why some guys like to get fucked in the ass."

"Oh!" he said, his eyes were gleaming.  "Have you ever been fucked in the
ass?" he asked, his eyes getting bigger.  Man, it was hard to keep this kid
on track sometimes.  "I'll answer that another time," I said, "but let's
get back to YOU and YOUR `pleasure zone.'"  That was perfectly fine with
him, the little horndog!  "Like I said," I continued, "when your dick is
hard, it makes the whole area from your cock down into your butt a lot more
sensitive, so any kind of stimulation on your butthole feels really
awesome."  He was just looking at me with a great big grin, fully trusting
and expecting to like whatever I did with him next.

"Here, c'mere," I said, and I got him on my lap, then I lifted him up on my
knees, raising him up out of the water.  I grabbed the soap and got a good
lather on my hand.  "Now lean back and bring your knees up to your chest,"
I said.  He did so immediately -- oh fuck, so hot!  I slowly moved my soapy
finger toward his obscenely exposed butthole and gave it a little rub.
"Oh!!!" he cried, and jumped so hard I could barely hold on to him.  "Man!"
he said, "do that again!"  His brow was furrowed up with passion but he had
a huge, goofy smile on his face.  This time he grabbed onto me and tensed
up, trying to ready himself to stay in place.  He was leaning back to
me -- his shoulder blades on my chest and his head back -- his cheek
against mine.  I held him with my arm across his wet, slippery, smooth
chest.  It was such a sweet, intimate position to be in as I violated his
most private place.

I went back in and gave him another little rub with my finger.  "Oh fuck!"
he cried and jumped again, but this time, only a couple of inches.  I held
him even tighter on the chest and went back to give his little exit a
steady back and forth rub.  "Oh!... Oh!... Oh!" he cried and squirmed.  But
I kept my hand on his sweet little ass as he moved around and never stopped
my finger rubbing on his pink, hairless hole.  Oh fuck!  I felt my cock
throbbing under him.  I saw his rigid four-incher jump as well.  It was so
fuckin' hot!  And we were just beginning!  "Oh man!  Oh shit!  Oh..." and
his expletives turned into more of a steady moan as I rubbed back and
forth.  I kept it up for another minute or two as he continued to moan,
swear, and squirm.  Just his wet body squirming against mine was enough to
make me crazy.  Another thing to add to my "to-do" list with him maybe?
Naked, wet wrestling perhaps?

"Okay, wait," I said.  I had an idea.  I gently slid him off me and got out
of the tub.  I turned the whirlpool motor back on and set it for just 3
minutes.  Then I got back into the tub and pulled him on to me in the same
position as before, his knees up to his chest, exposing wide his hot little
pucker for all the world to see -- well for me anyway.  I put one arm under
the center of his back and got the other one right behind his knees.  Then
I lifted him off of me, lowered him somewhat into the water and moved him
until his little winker was right in front of one of the whirlpool jets.
It had the expected effect.

"SSSHHHHIIIITTTTT!!!  OH FUCK!!!" he cried, and he was trying to bounce
around like a bucking bronco.  But I was ready, and using all my upper body
strength, I kept his body squished together in a ball with his hot little
hole still aimed at the force of the jet.  "AH!!!  AH!!!  AH!!!" he cried,
still jerking around, his head banging back and forth so hard, you'd think
he would snap his neck.  Next, I started moving him back and forth,
bringing him away from the pulsing water, then back up to it in a slow
rhythm.  "Ah...ah...ah..." he moaned and panted in time to the movement,
his cock jumping every time I got him closest to the force of the jet.  In
no time at all, the motor stopped and we were left in the quiet of the now
lukewarm water.

I leaned back and pulled him back onto me.  I let him lie there on top of
me and recover while I stroked up and down his wonderful, slippery,
pre-teen chest.  "Hmmm," I sighed out loud.  "What are you going to do to
me next?" he asked, tired, but cheerful.  "Are you gonna suck me again
now?"  And he turned his head and looked at me with his pleading,
"Bambi-eyes" look.  "Well, Little Man," I said, there's something more I
can do on your butthole that's even better than what we've done already.
"Really?!" he asked.  "Yeah," I continued, "actually I did it with Malcolm
this afternoon and he went crazy over it.  That's probably what caused the
screaming you heard when you were outside the window."  "Wow," he said,
"tell me!"  "Well," (I took my time...and I turned him sideways on my lap
so I could look him in the eye.)  "There's something that feels even better
on your butthole than a finger; better than a jet of water; and
that... is... another person's tongue.

His smile quickly faded into his familiar look of confusion.  It wasn't
that he was shocked as much as that he couldn't even process what I had
just said.  "I know it sounds dirty," I said, "but your asshole is clean.
But then, it is a dirty thing to do -- dirty in a nasty, naughty, sexy
way!"  And I gave him my best evil grin (one I had learned from him).  He
just sat there for a second with that dumb, loveable look on his face.
"How could someone do that?" he must be thinking.  "How could someone do
that?" he said out loud.  "You really did that?  You put your tongue where
Malcolm's poop comes out?  That is so gross!  That is so sick!  That is
so...so --" And then in a flash, he jumped up and threw his chest over the
side of the tub; his little ass wickedly sticking out at me.  "Do it!" he
said in a loud, nasty growl.

Oh FUCK!  Reese, you make me so HOT!  "On the bed!" I said, almost shouting
already.  Of course he jumped up and flew right to the bed before toweling
off.  I jumped out and did a cursory drying of myself, then walked out of
the bathroom to see him in that same obscene position he got in the first
day I got a look at his butthole.  He was in the center of the bed on all
fours, his knees bent with his ass sticking way out and his cheeks
obscenely spread.  Instead of being on his hands, he was down on his elbows
which put his shoulders almost down on the bed and had the effect of
putting his ass way up in the air compared to the rest of him.  I can't
think of another word to describe it -- OBSCENE, OBSCENE, OBSCENE!!!  And
my cock was HARD, HARD, FUCKIN' ROCK HARD!!!  I was about to blow already!

I climbed onto the side of the bed and quickly dried him off, going over
his back, butt, down his legs, then reaching under him to dry his front.  I
threw the towel into the bathroom and walked around to the end of the bed
to stare at the magnificent sight before me -- Reese's totally smooth,
muscular little ass.  I thought back to the first time with him, just 2
days ago, when I had to make up a story to get a look and touch at his
little ass.  Now, I could do anything I wanted -- ravish him with my tongue
without fear.  And ravish him, I would.  I heard myself panting already.

I got down on my knees at the end of the bed and took in the sight before
Me -- Reese's obscenely spread and jutting, buttcheeks with his little
pucker open to the world.  Ohhh...  If I had to decide on only one thing I
could look at the rest of my life, it wouldn't be family, or sunsets, or
anything on a screen.  It would be the sight before me now.  I know I've
said it before but I had never been so hard in my life.  I guess I said the
same thing about Malcolm, though.  Who did I like better?  Which ass was
better to see?  To rim?  Would you believe me if I said they were different
from each other but both equally special in their own way?  What if I said
that my favorite brother was simply the one I was with at the time?  It's
true!  I can believe it!  What's hard to believe is that anyone could be so
lucky.

So there it was -- all for me.  Reese's ass.  Somewhat tan already, about a
foot wide maybe, the back of his ballsac hanging down between his widely
spread legs.  Not a hair in sight.  So hot, so innocent, so brazenly sexy,
so child-like trusting, so HORNY -- both of us!

"Well?" he asked, are you gonna do it?  Are you gonna lick me?"  Oh, man,
just hearing him say "are you gonna lick me" out loud with that sexy,
young, 12-year-old voice made me dizzy.  Fuck, fuck, fuck!  I hope I didn't
faint again.

I moved my tongue around in my mouth to get it good and wet and leaned in.
I gave it one lap and then heard a scream from Reese, then a loud "CRACK"
almost simultaneously.  I was in a daze for a second.  I didn't know what
happened.  But Reese was lying fully down on his stomach with his head at
the headboard and groaning.  Apparently, at first contact of my tongue with
his hole, he shot forward like a rocket and slammed into the headboard.
The crash was so loud, once I realized what had happened, I half expected
to see little cartoon birds flying around his head.  "Reese!  Reese!  Are
you alright?" I shouted, shaking him by the shoulder.  "Ohhh..." he moaned.
I got him moved down a bit so I could inspect the top of his head.  It was
easy to see his scalp between his spiked hair.  No damage.  No damage to
the headboard either.  "Reese, are you okay?" I said again.
"M... m... more..." he replied as he tried to get back up on all fours.

"No, not in that position," I said.  I was disappointed because I loved
looking at him that way, but I could hardly send him home with a
concussion.  "Here," I said, "put your middle on these pillows," and I put
the bed pillows in the middle of the bed so he could lie on them and still
have his ass up in the air.  I noticed that as he climbed on, he was still
rock hard, the little fucker.

The grown up, non-horny part of me paused to ask myself, "Was this safe?  I
mean, if it affects him that much could something else happen?  Could a
12-year-old boy have a heart attack?"  That's what my brain said.  My cock
said, "Nah, go for it!"  I don't have to tell you which part of my anatomy
won.

I grabbed onto his legs as tightly as I could and dove in.
"AaaaawwwwwWWWWWW!!!!!" he cried.  It was non-stop.  He sounded like an
injured puppy howling in pain.  A big, loud puppy.  But he wasn't trying to
get away from my lapping tongue so I kept going.  Oh shit, it was so hot!
Oh fuck, for the umpteenth time in 4 days I felt like my 6-inch-boner would
explode at any second!  Reese's freakish cries were a little scary (10
percent) but majorly sexy (90 percent!).  It was a new sound from him that
bumped me up to a new level of horniness.

This was only the second time I had ever rimmed anyone, much less a boy,
his younger brother Malcolm being the first, just hours ago.  I had
fantasized about it for years and quickly decided that this was now my
favorite thing to do.  Somehow, having my face buried in a little ass
seemed even more sexy than having my mouth on a cock -- more intimate, a
more private place, a greater intrusion of innocence and extension of
trust.  I can't say that I was "in love" with Reese as so many guys might
say they are in stories.  But I was definitely in love with his hole -- or
in lust!

And the sounds he was making!  The sounds Malcolm made!  My big thing was
hearing guys go crazy from the ministrations of my mouth and tongue and if
rimming was going to elicit this, it was definitely going to be a part of
the future routine!  "EEEOOOWWWW!!" he continued to scream like a little
banshee.  I didn't see how he could keep that up long without losing his
voice.  But then, he wasn't going to last much longer.  I found myself
making noises also as I smashed my face between his sweet buttcheeks,
making all manner of moans and gurgling sounds as I lapped, stabbed an
sucked.  While at first, I was disappointed to not have him in that obscene
position on his hands and knees, I found that in this position, my face was
literally buried between his smooth, firm melons.  I could really feel his
little ass surrounding me -- it was so fuckin' HOT!!

It was a challenge, but I was able to keep my tongue in constant contact
with his little pink winker as he writhed back and forth on the bed.  Then
it hit me that if he was going to cum soon, I had to flip him over now and
give him the ultimate treatment.  "Reese!" (I was so horny I was
practically screaming).  "Try to relax and push out on your hole like you
did when I was examining you before!  It will let me get my tongue in
better!" I cried as I flipped him over onto his back and threw the pillows
aside.  "Okay!" he managed to blurt out as he got a 2 second reprieve from
the assault of my maddeningly horny wet licker.

Like with Malcolm, I grabbed his ankles and threw them up to his ears, then
grabbed his phenomenal little preteen ass and yanked it two feet into the
air.  And again, I arched my own body to get my aching cockhead in contact
with his squirming back as once again I dove in to his tight hole!  My
ultimate fantasy with my ultimate boy.  Maybe I would be the one to have a
heart attack!  It was almost more than I could process -- like winning the
lottery, becoming a movie star, and getting elected president all on the
same day!

I pulled back a second and said, "Open up," in a guttural tone.  I saw his
hole open up to the size of a pencil and quickly jammed the tip of my
tongue in before it could close.  That had to be the horniest thing I'd
ever seen and I dove back in like an animal now.  Like a tiger who hadn't
eaten in weeks.  "YYYYEEEEOOOOAAAAHHHH!!!!" screamed Reese at an
ear-splitting volume.  "Keep it open, baby!" I cried as I lapped trying to
get him relaxed.  He was bucking his hips wildly but I was doing my best to
keep him from moving too much and follow him with my head, never breaking
the hole-to-tongue connection.  "AHHHH!!  AHHHH!!  A-HA!  A-HA!  A-HA!"
Those rhythmic cries were the sound of Reese breaking into sobs.  Oh well,
I was kind of used to it now with these brothers.

I made big, wide, wet laps up and down his hole for half a minute.  I was
feeling his hole relax more and stay open longer, even though emotionally,
he was in a manic state.  I grabbed his awesome cheeks and, with my thumbs
at his hole, pried him open as far as I could and began my final, radical
assault.  Pointing my tongue as much as I could and smashing my face
obscenely hard into his widely spread boy behind, I jammed my tongue in as
far as I could then back and forth, back and forth in a wild fucking
motion.  "A-HA!  A-HA!  A-HA!" he cried, and I do mean cried.  He was
smashing his tightly clenched fists onto the bed and slamming his head onto
the mattress, even as his feet were bounding crazily in all directions.
Still, I kept a firm grip on his ass and continued my tongue fucking on the
entrance to the center of his being.

Oh shit!  I was crazed with lust!  "MMM!  GRHPK!  FCKKK!" I mumbled, moaned
and snarled, unable to keep myself from making obscene, loud grunts and
groans even as I never lost contact with my tongue up his opening.  "A-HA!
A-HA!  A-HA!" he continued to cry.  This went on for a minute -- two
minutes.  I was shocked that he hadn't cum yet.  But then, I hadn't sucked
him -- in fact, neither he nor I had touched his dick.  I had had my eyes
closed, lost in lust, but then opened them to look at his sex-crazed,
twisted little face.  Fuck, it was such a horny sight that I -- if it were
possible, and apparently it was -- managed to up my level of voraciousness
on his little 12-year-old pucker.  I smashed my face into him even further
and pried him open even more -- no doubt causing him pain on both counts
but the pleasure obviously outweighed it.  Without losing contact, I
actually screamed into his open ass, doing a shrill, Indian warcry as my
tongue sped up the fucking motion.  "EEOOOWWWW!!!" I screamed, over and
over as I tried to get my breath in between.

Reese was practically in convulsions now, no longer crying or thrashing in
any kind of rhythm, but frantically pounding all his body parts all over
the place as he gasped for air amid ear-splitting shrieks and sobs.  I
don't know how it is possible, but it just seemed like every scene I had
with these neighbor boys was somehow hotter than the last.  I'm truly
running out of words to describe it.  FUCK!  FUCK!  FUCK!!  SHIT!  SHIT!
SHIT!!  OBSCENE!  SEXY!  OFF THE CHART!  EXPLOSION!  PARADISE!  DREAM COME
TRUE!

"OH FUCK!!!!" I heard.  This time it was not my exploding thoughts but the
cries of young Reese.  And then, immediately I knew why.  I had gone
somewhere else -- lost in my lust as I listened to his cries at my rimming,
but along with his expletive outburst, a feeling on my tongue pulled me
back.  His little hole was throbbing, spasming on my tongue as I looked
down to see his cock pulsing and shooting out little spurts of boy-cum down
onto his own contorted face -- even a little into his open, screaming
mouth.  And neither of us were even touching his little 4-inch dick!

As you can guess, the whole scene sent me into orbit and I, too, exploded,
sending my seed skyrocketing up to my own face, and a lot of it landing
back down on his little ass.  As you might also guess, I felt faint, but
with every fiber of my being, I willed myself to stay conscious, to keep my
hands on his ass and my tongue at his hole -- my eyes open to watch his
face and his exploding cock.  I was not going to miss a second of this.

After a good 20 seconds or more, I felt the pulsing of his hole slow down
and stop.  I, however, could not stop my tongue-fucking on his sweet little
hole.  Even though I, too, had just cum, I was still caught up in a lustful
dream, and I wanted it to go on forever.  But alas, someone who is no
longer horny and also wracked with violent sobs, is not wont to have a
tongue continually up his ass.  So Reese pulled away from me and his butt
and legs slammed down onto the mattress.  He was too spent; and panting and
crying too hard to move any further.  I too was out of breath and almost as
spent.  But I grabbed the pillows and propped myself up on them, then
grabbed him and rolled him over onto me so he could let out all his sobs
onto my chest as I held him tight -- a weird, yet now already familiar
scene -- something that was both horny and intimate, lustful and loving.  I
rubbed up and down his back and butt and kissed the top of his head.

Finally, after about 10 minutes of crying, he came down, now just breathing
hard, but no longer panting.  "Uncle Jay," he said, "I'm too tired to kiss
you."  "That's okay," I said, thrilled at the sound of the words "Uncle
Jay" coming out of his young lips.  "Uncle Jay," he said again quietly,
"Uncle Jay, Uncle Jay."  "What?" I asked.  "Nothing," he said with a sigh.
"I just like calling you `Uncle Jay.'"

"Oh, Reese," I said, choking up myself now.  "I want you to know.  I NEED
you to know that I think you're a terrific boy in every way.  I definitely
LOVE every sexy thing we do but I want to make sure you know it's not all
about the sex.  Even if we stopped all the sexy stuff, I would still love
you just as much."  He looked up at me with a confused, frightened look.
"Why would we ever stop the sexy stuff?" he asked.  "Oh, I would never stop
it," I said.  "But someday, you will have a girlfriend, then a wife.  You
will have other outlets that you will like better.  I just want you to know
that no matter what, I will always have a great and deep love for you as my
friend -- as my nephew."

And with that, he did find the strength to pull himself up to me and give
me one of his trademark, gentle loving kisses.  While I passionately
squeezed his ass.

He then scooted back down and put his head on my chest again.  "I don't
know," he said, "I can't imagine anything ever being better than what we
just did.  It was unbelievable.  It was too much!"  "Too much?!" I cried,
gripped with horny fear.  "Does that mean you don't want to do it again?"

"Oh, no!" he cried, "I want to do that every day!"

"Ahhh," I let out the hugest sight of relief in my 22-year-old existence.
But then I said, "But not right now, okay?  I'm too tired, and besides, I
need to get over and see my parents.  I haven't seen them since I moved."
"Can I come?" he asked.  Ah this kid!  I hugged him tight and said, "No,
not this time.  We need to have some plain old family time and besides, I
don't know when I will get back."  "Okay," he replied.

"Alright, let's get ourselves moving," I said.  We both kind of stretched
and groaned as we roused ourselves off of the bed.  I felt stiff -- the way
I do the day after I work out too hard.  And speaking of stiff, as we
pulled apart my cock started to get stiff again, the reason being that the
cum that was all over us had started to dry and stick us together and it
stretched our skin as we pulled apart, then our skin snapped back, making a
funny, tearing noise.  I thought it was terribly sexy -- my cum and little
Reese's cum, mixed as one and gluing us together.  Reese just giggled.  I
got a warm washcloth, then cleaned up him -- his face, chest down to his
penis, then his back and butt which had more of my cum.  Then I cleaned
myself up.  Then I reached for the tissues.  "Blow," I said.  He did.
Ahh...

He was still recovering, so I guided him to the bed and sat him down and
pulled his boxers and shorts on for him, then I stood him up and pulled
them up the rest of the way, snapped his shorts and pulled up his zipper.
Once again, it was like I was treating him as a little boy.  Once again, we
both seemed to be really digging it.  I threw on a shirt and shorts,
slipped into some sandals, then grabbed my phone, wallet, and keys, putting
everything in my pockets.  "C-mere, you," I said as I held out my arms.  I
picked him up into another wrap-around hug and carried him to the front
door.  "I love you, Reese," I said as we got to the door.  "I love you,
too, Uncle Jay," he said quietly into my neck as his cheek rested on my
shoulder.  Then he leaned back, looked at me, then gave me a nice kiss on
the lips.  I opened the door, he climbed down from me and was gone from my
sight.  But not gone from my memory, as my cock now tenting out my shorts
could attest.

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Coming in Chapter 9 -- The Playroom, the Cook-out, and Dewey's Demands

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