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.
Malcolm and My Neighbors Chapter 10 The Littlest Blackmailer
It was early Saturday morning and Malcolm, Reese and Dewey had spent the night and were to stay through until Sunday evening. While his brothers slept downstairs, Dewey had just finished his cereal and made the jaw-dropping command that he was "ready for me to make him feel good like I did for Reese and Malcolm." I was shocked that he knew about it and I didn't know what to do. I mean, I can't deny that the little tyke made me horny, but only 6-years-old. And what load of potential trouble might this bring?
"Look, Dewey," I said, still trying to find a pathway through this surprising conversation. "What I do with Reese and Malcolm--some people would say it's very bad. They shouldn't have told you. It has to be kept a secret. I could get in big trouble if I did the same thing to you. I mean, if you ever told, even by accident, I could--"
"If you DON'T do it to me, then I WILL tell!" he interrupted. The little fucker. This six-year-old tyke was trying to blackmail me. In his high, little boy voice he was threatening me, taking charge, trying to make me his bitch. I was more turned-on than ever! And not only was I super horny now, but I had an out. I was waiting for him to say something like that--to force me so that if it ever came out, I could blame it on him--say he blackmailed me. I didn't have a choice. My cock was certainly saying that I didn't have a choice. It was throbbing now--actually pulsing and moving with horny lust--a lust that was choking my throat and setting my brain on fire. It wasn't like I didn't want to. It wasn't like I didn't like Dewey or wasn't attracted to him. I mean...he was the cutest little thing you could imagine. And I had never gone below age 11. What would it be like? What would it be like to bring a 6-year-old off--to get him writhing in orgasm?
"Fine, go lie on my bed!" I growled, pretending to be angry. Still clutching the teddy bear, I watched Dewey's naked little ass bounce to my bedroom. It was like my first time with Reese. I felt dragged, pulled like a magnet... under a spell. I was about to cross yet another line. My head told me to stop. But it didn't matter. My hard cock was leading the way.
He was lying on his back in the center of the bed. Totally naked. Still clutching the big teddy bear to his right side. Fuck, could this scene be any hotter? Actually it could. "Spread your legs, Dewey," I said. He did. "Wider," I said. He did. "Do you still suck your thumb?" I asked. "Sometimes," he replied. "Do it now," I said in a low tone, "suck it." He put his left hand up to his mouth and stuck in his thumb. I could see his little, almost toddler size cheeks moving in and out with the sucking motion. Okay, now this scene couldn't get any hotter. And neither could I.
I stood there a moment and took in the sight, my legs shaking. He seemed to be in no hurry. He was barely over three feet tall, blond hair, rather tan skin, especially for a blond, even on the part of him that would normally be covered outside. But then, I think he was no stranger to being outside naked in the sun. He had the cutest little ears that stuck out a bit, and big, brown, soulful eyes. His body, especially at the waist, was hardly any wider than my outstretched hand. "Make me feel good," he had said. Oh Dewey, sweet little Dewey, you have no idea. I'm going to make you feel good little guy... you little blackmailer. I'm going to have you screaming so hard in ecstasy that you'll wonder if this was even a good idea.
There was no turning back in my mind now. I was too horny. If 20 cops had been surrounding the bed with guns drawn, saying, "Suck and we'll shoot!" I don't think I could have stopped my forward movement as his little penis, his dick, his peepee, was now drawing me like a magnet. Barely an inch and a half long, and a third of that was foreskin, with the sweetest little marble-sized balls underneath. They weren't hanging down but drawn up to him, his ballsac skin smooth. It was a little mound of Dewey sweets, there for my taking. So smooth, so boy-like. Ahhhh...
I was now lying on my chest, my mouth just inches away from his spread-wide-open 6-year-old crotch. As with Malcolm the night before, I lewdly sucked in his entire little man groin with one loud, big slurp. "Oh!" he cried and putting his hands on the bed, he quickly pulled himself away from me. Careful to not be too rough in my lust, I grabbed his legs just above the knees and pulled him back into my mouth, not letting go of him as I began my assault again. "Oh! Oh! Oh!" he cried again in his little boy voice. And although moving around a bit, he was not trying to get away. He was mine.
I don't have to tell you that my cock was screamingly hard. In the position I was in, my head was below the center of the bed, my chest on it, with my knees on the floor. It would have been very easy to rub my raging hard-on against the bed into a quick orgasm. But I didn't want it to be so quick. I wanted to savor this moment, again a first for me--sucking such a young, small boy.
I let his balls drop out of my mouth and concentrated on his little peepee, sucking harder and pulling out, trying to pull the blood into it and make him hard. "Oh! Oh! Oh!" he cried again as my tactic was working and he boned up to a steel-hard, proud, two magnificent inches! Oh FUCK! I pulled off to look at it standing there, straight up, all wet and shiny from my spit, throbbing in time to his heartbeats. As I've said before, I wished I could look at it and suck it at the same time. But that is not possible. So I chose sucking, of course. I alternately just rested my mouth on him and sucked, getting in rhythm to the time of his throbs. Then after doing that for a while, I would go up and down on him as I sucked and slobbered all over him, keeping him slippery. Like his brothers, his foreskin stayed pulled up, stretched over the head of his boycock.
I had noticed that Dewey seemed less emotional than his brothers. It was often hard to tell what he was thinking or feeling behind his facial expressions, or lack thereof. And his reaction to being sucked-off was along those lines. While he was clearly enjoying it, moving around and making little "hums" and "ohs" he was nowhere near the insane writhings that his older siblings had demonstrated.
I pulled off of him again, in part to get another look at his wet, shiny little pecker; but also to see how he would react. "Why did you stop?" he asked (the reaction I was hoping for--it made my cock twitch). "Do you like it?" I asked. "Oh yes!" he said, "please don't stop--suck my peepee some more! Suck my peepee!" Oh FUCK! I think you know by now that hearing the little boys egg me on like that--hearing obscene demands come out of their little mouths just about drives me crazy! And this was no different. I was starting to get that frenzy now as I rudely dived back onto him, almost hurting him as I slammed down onto him in my passion.
I sucked in a faster rhythm as I pistoned my head up and down, started swiping him all over with my tongue and also humming on him, all simultaneously. This had the desired effect of eliciting more and louder outbursts from him as well as getting him to that "writhing" state. And in turn, this of course made me even hornier and I upped my enthusiasm even more. I was going to get this little tyke to explode in the best feeling of his life and I knew I would explode with him.
This went on for 2, 3, 4 minutes as I was relentless in my mad mouth-work on his little stick. I was starting to get a little tired, but I vowed that I would not stop--I would push myself until he came--until he had what might even be his first ever orgasm. Another minute went by as his outbursts were now almost constant: "Oh! Uh! Ah!" he cried amidst other sounds--grunts, groans, and moans. No cusswords, though. And then, "Uncle Jay!" he cried, "I feel all funny!" "That's okay, Cowboy!" I shouted, then went back to sucking him for a few seconds before I pulled off again just to say, "Let it happen!" "But I think I'm going to pee!" he shouted as his writhing was getting more violent at my sucking. Now I had read many stories online about little boys getting sucked off and knew (if the stories were right) that when they were about to have their first orgasm that they would say they thought they were going to pee when in fact they were about to cum. "It's okay, Dewey!" I said. "Go ahead and pee!"
"In your mouth?!" he was continuing to writhe all over--I had to hold him down.
"Mmm-hmm," I managed to mumble out, not wanting to separate my sucking mouth from this amazingly hot little guy who was about to cum.
And then...something strange. I felt a big throb in his penis and then some liquid hitting the inside of my mouth. Was he cumming? Couldn't be possible at his age. But whatever it was, my mouth was quickly filling up. Oh fuck, it was PEE! The little fucker WAS pissing in my mouth!!! There were only two choices, pull off and get piss all over my brand new bed, or swallow. I didn't really have time to even think about it. I just reacted. I swallowed. As fast as I could. Once I got my mouth emptied, it wasn't too bad. I guess little boys with little dicks with little holes at the end of them don't pee too fast. And it didn't taste bad either. Actually, it was pretty watery and almost had a sweet taste. I guess I was drinking down what was left of the two diet sodas he had had this morning. I kept swallowing as with my tongue, I could feel the urine passing through on the bottom of his penis. It was actually kind of hot. I realized that my cock was still rock hard.
In fact, as his little fuck-tool continued to spurt his hot liquid into my mouth, I was beginning to really get into it. I remembered the first day I had laid eyes on him, just 8 days prior, watching him pee on my hedge as he proudly told me he was watering my bushes for me. I remembered getting down to get my eyes close to watch his proud little cock spew out the piss and how I wanted then to put my mouth on it. It was just a fleeting thought at the time and I had never had such thoughts before. But the fact is, like Reese's cum, I was drinking now the essence of Dewey--something that his boy body had produced--something that was coming out of his someday-to-be man-tool. Fuck! I kid you not, my horniness was now ramped up to an even higher level.
He finally finished (I guess 24 ounces of soda is a lot to go through such a little peepee). He was still nail-hard and I, in even greater frenzy, attacked his cock (which had never left my mouth) with even more intense sucking, tonguing and humming. Expect this time, instead of purposeful humming, my sounds were the involuntary moans and grunts of my unbridled lust.
After a minute of this, I had had enough and decided it was time to go for his little ass. Yes, I hadn't done that with his brothers the first time, and I had talked to them about it before I did; but at 6 years old, maybe Dewey wouldn't think anything about it. Besides, he had just peed in my mouth--wasn't that more nasty than having a tongue in your hole? Anyway, at this point I didn't care. I was too horny. I was going to tongue fuck his sweet, hot little back door whether he liked it or not. Whether he wanted it or not. Even if I had to hold him down with all my strength. I lifted off of him, slammed his legs together, roughly flipped him over, spread his legs again and dived down, smacking my face onto his ass. I took a few swipes up along his crack. OH SWEET!!!! "What...what are you doing?!!" he cried.
"It's called `rimming' little man. Just relax and enjoy it!"
"Oh...okay," he replied. And then his "ohs" became outbursts of joy as he began to writhe again at this new found pleasure. But again, I pulled off to get a look at my object of lust. Such a masculine little butt, jutting up so tall so proud. I was almost blind with lust. I had to try--I had to see if I could get one entire cheek of his butt into my mouth. I opened my mouth as wide as I could--until it hurt. I went back down. I couldn't worry about covering my teeth with my lips, but I was gentle. Of course I couldn't get the whole thing in my mouth but I was able to get the whole top part that was jutting up--maybe a section as big as a billiard ball--maybe even a tennis ball. It was maybe one third of his buttcheek actually. But still it was stupendous! It was like I was eating him--feasting on his glorious boy backside.
I kept my mouth on him and sucked for maybe 30 seconds, then did the same thing on the other cheek. It was so fuckin' hot! It was all I could do not to touch my cock, but I knew that one touch would send me into orgasm and we weren't finished yet. As much as I was loving sucking on his buttcheek, I knew I could do that another day. So I went back to his hole--I wanted to rim him before he lost his little hardon.
I buried my face into his little ass, already starting my crazed, lustful moans and groans. I started lapping--big, long, wide, wet laps from the base of his balls up to the base of his tailbone. "Ooh! Ooh! Ooh!" he cried with every lap--in that sweet little 6-year-old voice. Oh fuck! "Hhmph, blkkk, yhhg" I moaned. His little boy behind started to writhe in pleasure with my tongue swipes over his little pucker. And I, too, started to move around. I was careful to not let my cock touch anything, but I was too hot with lust to keep still.
I put my hands on his little buttcheeks and gently pulled them open. Once again, I had to pull back and look at the living fantasy before me. Gosh, what a tiny little hole. Would I ever get my tongue in? Like Malcolm's, Dewey's little raisin was tight and white. Oh fuck! I couldn't hold back any longer. I dived in, smashing my head into his sweet, precious boy-butt. "Ow! Not so hard!" he cried. "Sorry, Honey," I said and relented the hard smashing of my face into his butt. But I kept licking and his "Ohs" and "Oohs" of lust became louder and more constant. I lapped, I swiped, I poked, I sucked. "Oh Dewey!" I cried... "slurp...lick...suck... Oh Dewey, you make me so hot!... lick...suck..."
My orgasm was building and from the pulsing I felt in his hole, I figured his was too. It was time to go for the gold! I flipped him over and had him in position in a spit second--you know what I mean--knees to his shoulders, ass high in the air. "Dewey!" I said in between gentle lappings at his tight winker. "Pretty soon you're going to get that feeling again like you have to pee." I continued my licking. "But something different will happen... Slurp...lick...lick... You will have what's called an orgasm." I licked some more. "Your whole body will shake really hard but don't be scared... Lick...slurp...slurp... If you relax and let it happen it will feel really good!" "Oh... oh... okaaaay!" he cried, his own horniness building.
"You gotta open your hole and let me get my tongue in!" I shouted. "Relax and pretend you are pooping and push out!" I was almost screaming--crazed with violent lust now. There it was!!! I felt that pencil-sized opening and quickly jammed my tongue in. He let out a high, ear-piercing scream as his hole slammed shut. "C'mon, Cowboy!" I was screaming now. "Try to keep it open--you'll be glad you did!!"
I pulled back and waited--there it was--the little dark passage amid a sea of white. OH SHIT!!! I dove in again. I attacked his hole as if I were a hunting lion going in for the kill: lapping, stabbing, tongue-fucking him whenever I had an opening. He let out another high, shrill, deafening scream but this time he didn't stop. His screams continued: "EEEEEEEEOOOOOOWWWWEEEEE!!!!" he cried over and over and over. It was almost impossible to believe that such volume could come out of such a little body.
For a second, I thought I heard footsteps running up the stairs. I had forgotten about his brothers. What would they think about seeing my face buried in the splayed tiny ass of their young sibling? I didn't care. I mean, I did in the big picture, but the part of my body that was controlling me at present didn't care. I slightly turned and moved my eyes to see them standing, naked in the doorway. Out of the corner of my eye, I saw a flurry of hand movement. Reese was wildly jacking off.
I put my mind back on the tight little hole that was wrapped around my pointed tongue. I put my thumbs to his hole and spread him just a little, trying to be gentle. I stabbed again. "EEEEEEEEOOOOOOWWWWEEEEE!!!!" he continued to screamed like a fire alarm gone berserk. I didn't know how much more of that my ears could take. Still, it made me furiously horny to know how crazy I was making him. His hole was relaxing more and I was able to do a more steady tongue-fucking. Whenever his little opening slammed shut, I just lapped like a rabid dog until little Dewey opened up for me again.
I was starting to feel more throbbing in his hole and I was glad as I was certain that my cock was about to start spewing all by itself. "Hmmm, Mmmm, HHMMMM!" I was almost screaming right into his hole now. "Uncle Jay!" he cried, "I'm getting a funny feeling!"
"Let it happen, Dewey, it's okay!" a voice said. It was Malcolm. Malcolm jumped onto the bed next to Dewey while Reese ran around and climbed in on the other side, his hard four-incher leading the way. I looked down at Dewey to see Malcolm starting to rub Dewey's chest. But the way Dewey was all scrunched up he couldn't really reach much. So he started kissing him on the cheek! And then Reese started up on the other side as well! It was...it was...I can hardly say what it was! It was FUCKIN' AWESOME! There must have been smoke coming out of my ears at this point, as my brain was blowing fuses trying to process all that was going on. Here I was, eating out a 6-year-old's little ass, while his barely pubescent brothers lovingly kissed him, while at the same time verbally urging him on in his lust.
It was more than I could take. For the second time in my life, my cock started to spew without being touched. I pulled off of Dewey, and as his little legs slammed down on either side of me, I dove onto his proud, angry two-incher like a pack of dogs in heat. Forcing myself to be gentle, I sucked, licked, bobbed, and slobbered--as fast as I could and as hard as I dared.
"EEEEEEEEOOOOOOWWWWEEEEE!!!!" he continued his screams but the writhing of his little body got more violent. He was trying to push his little cocklett up into me, while at the same time banging his fists all over the place--even onto his brothers. They grabbed his wrists and held him down. "C'mon, Dewey!" cried Malcolm, "let it happen!" "Yeah, Dewy, you can do it!" followed Reese. The sound of all their voices together--three brothers--three wetdreams all in the same live dream. I couldn't stop orgasming. My cock pulsed and throbbed and bounced non-stop. On and on until I was in pain. But the pleasure outweighed the pain. Long after I had stopped putting out semen, it was still pulsing, trying to put out a horny load that was no longer there.
"Oh! Oh! OOOHHHH!!!" cried Dewey. This was it! I felt that familiar raging hard pulsing of his boydick in my mouth as he let out a terrifying mess of random high screams and animal-like grunts and snarls. "That a boy, Dewey!" cried Reese. "Go Dewey!" shouted Malcolm. His violent spasms caused his crotch to push up and slam into my mouth 8...9...10 times. Finally, his 6-year-old orgasm, what I strongly suspected was the first in his life, was spent. And so was I. Wow!
Too tired to move very far, I pried a space open between Reese and Dewey and flopped down in between them on my back, trying to get my breath. "Uncle Jay YOU GOTTA SUCK ME NOW!" shouted Reese. He was almost crying. "Okay, Reese, just give me a min--" and like a flash he was on me, his cock all the way down my throat. Holding on to the headboard, he bucked like a young bull, mercilessly fucking his hard 12-year-old stick in and out of my mouth--all the way down my throat, smashing my face with a loud "SLAP" then back out before ramming it home again. Though no longer hard, it was still a horny scene to me--him so animalistic and lost in his lust. Me, that is, my sucking mouth, the object of it. And both of his brothers there watching. It was brutal and hard to catch breaths, but I knew he wouldn't last long.
And he didn't. In less than a minute I felt that hard pulsing again and that familiar horny taste of young Reese's cum exploding into my mouth. I was starting to like it now. Not because it inherently tasted good, but because I loved Reese and everything about him. So if I loved everything about him, then I would love his cum. It almost tasted sweet to me. I sucked and swallowed, and put my hands up to feel and squeeze his muscular, fucking butt. "AAHHHH!!!" he cried, like an Indian making an attack. "AAHHH! AHH!! Ah!! Ahhhh... And then finally, he pulled out and just sat on my chest as he came down from his sexual high.
"Thank you!" he cried breathlessly, as he flopped down on the bed beside me, then rested his sweet head on my chest. I pulled Dewey, who was still smashed up against me, on top of me, then I reached for Malcolm. I pulled Malcolm against my other side and he put his head on my chest, opposite Reese. Reese and Malcolm both put their arms around Dewey--Reese on his lower back and Malcolm on his butt. The two older brothers each put a naked leg on top of mine and pressed their whole bodies against my side as I pulled them tighter to me. Ahhh...
So here I was--three brothers--three beautiful boys that I loved--three sexy, horndog little boys, all surrounding me--blanketing me--enveloping me. Surely this was a dream. I closed my eyes and reveled in it. I had no desire to wake up any time soon.
Coming in Chapter 11 -- Trouble for Reese and Malcolm
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