Malcolm and My Neighbors

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 11 Trouble for Reese and Malcolm

Dear Readers, I know some of you are fans of hard spankings, and I can enjoy that in other people's fantasy stories. And from the title of this chapter you might think/hope that is what is going to happen. But Mr. Jones would never do that. So...I wanted to tell you up front so you won't be too disappointed. But, if you have enjoyed all the previous chapters, I'm sure you will still enjoy this one as well. It is fun! And now...on with our story...

I was lying under a blanket of boys -- literally. I had just finished sucking off little 6-year-old Dewey. Of course I was hesitant, but he blackmailed me. He said that if I didn't do it, he would say that I did. Malcolm and Reese ended up watching and encouraging him in his orgasm (his first, I'm pretty sure). Then Reese was so turned on, he forced his cock into my mouth and throat fucked me like a young bull -- so hot! Now we were all cuddled together -- Dewey on top of me, the other boys on either side of me, arms on Dewey, heads on my chest, legs entwined with mine. Life could not possibly get any better. Ahhh...

Malcolm broke the silence: "I didn't think you would suck Dewey," he said. "I'm glad," said Reese, "now we can all do stuff all weekend instead of trying to hide it from Dewey." "Yeah," said Malcolm, "but Dewey, you know you can never tell. If someone else finds out, Uncle Jay would go to jail." "I'm not stupid," said Dewey, in his so cute, 6-year-old little voice. "And..." continued Malcolm, "if anything ever happened to Uncle Jay then there'd be no playroom downstairs for us, no big bathtub to play in, and no pool." "No POOOOLLLL??!!!" cried Dewey, as he jerked his head off my chest, looking horrified. "That's right, no pool," answered Malcolm. "I won't tell!" said Dewey as he put his head back on my chest and squeezed me tight with his little arms. "Anyway, why WOULD I tell? I LIKED it!" So cute. I couldn't be mad at him. But I should. I should be mad at all three of the boys,

"You know," I said, "I would have never ended up with Dewey if you guys hadn't told him what we were doing in the first place. That was not a good thing to do -- you could have gotten me in huge trouble. I should be really mad at you."

Both boys had put their heads up, looking at each other, obviously very upset. But that's good. I wanted them to think about what they had done. "Why'd you tell, Reese?!" shouted Malcolm. "I DIDN'T tell!" shouted back Reese, with twice the fury of Malcolm as he got in Malcolm's face. Young Dewey just slid down my chest and put his arms over his head. "Guys--" I started, but was interrupted.

"WELL I DIDN'T TELL!" screamed Malcolm. I was in shock. I mean, I couldn't believe the speed at which this was escalating. "YES YOU DID, BECAUSE I KNOW I DIDN'T!" Reese screamed back at him. Their faces were blood red and their eyes like fire. And then...the attack.

Reese lunged across me at Malcolm -- with such force that he knocked him off the bed onto the floor. He dived down after him but Malcolm must have rolled just in time because Malcolm was standing up just as I heard the "thump" of Reese landing. But in a split second Reese was up and they were throwing punches. I don't mean little slaps but they were really trying to hurt each other, all the time snarling and cussing each other out. It was such a shock that I couldn't react at first. I couldn't even believe what was happening before me. Finally (probably only a few seconds had gone by) I jumped toward them, only the way my adrenaline was pumping now, it seemed as if things were happening in slow motion.

I put my arms between them and threw Reese back onto the bed while I pushed Malcolm in the other direction. "STOP THIS RIGHT NOW!" I screamed, surprising even myself with the volume of my voice. I was furious now. I was upset by what I had seen, angry that they would fight, and furious that they did it in my house -- on my watch. They stopped and both looked at me -- too terrified of me now to speak. Good. They should be.

"Alright," I said, "everybody get dressed!" "Wh--" started Malcolm. "DID I SAY YOU COULD SPEAK?" I screamed, again surprised at my own intensity. I was the drill sergeant from hell now. "Do not talk to me; do not talk to each other; do not TOUCH each other. Get dressed, RIGHT now and then sit on the couch downstairs -- but with lots of SPACE in between all of you." "But I didn't do anything," whined Dewey. "Yes you did," I said, "you blackmailed me. Now no more talking -- any of you to anyone!" They just stood there frozen, in shock. "GO!!!" I screamed. And then they silently but quickly headed for the basement where their stuff was.

I really was angry. More than angry, I was upset by the violence I had witnessed. I had never seen anyone act like that. And of course, my images of Malcolm and Reese were of niceness and sweetness. Although, the first day we met, Reese had told me he was bad and in trouble all the time. I guess I told them to get dressed because maybe I was going to send them home. That would probably be by far the worst thing I could do to them. But...I had promised Lois and Hal that I would figure out how to discipline them. And, I had committed to these boys. I mean, just because you find out something about someone that surprises you and that you don't like, you can't throw away all the good things about them and reject them -- especially not little boys.

So no, I wasn't going to send them home. But I could scare them. I could teach them a lesson. And...maybe have a little fun myself in the process. I went to the top of the stairs and listened. I could hear moving around and angry whispering coming from downstairs. "NO TALKING!" I screamed. Dead silence, then the sound of zippers and such. I had to stifle a giggle from myself. I waited and in about another minute there was dead silence again. They must be sitting on the couch now. I slowly descended the stairs and made sure they could hear me... hear me "slowly" descending the stairs.

I got down to the bottom and entered the room. They looked at me with fear and trepidation, then looked back down at the floor. I walked over to the game table, got a chair, brought it back to the TV area and set down opposite them on the other side of the room. I just glared at them for a full minute, saying nothing. And then...

"Strip," I said. Their little heads jerked up and their eyes opened wide. Malcolm opened his mouth to speak, but I was watching him -- I knew he would be the one. "NO TALKING!" I screamed in fury, making them all jump. I waited a few seconds then again, "Strip!" I said it in a low, guttural tone -- man, I was so evil. Little Dewey went into action, I guess he wanted to get back on my good side. He quickly pulled off his shoes and socks, stood up and shucked his shorts and little underoos briefs in one motion, then pulled his shirt up over his head, displaying his hairless armpits while his little cocklett jiggled and bounced. Reese and Malcolm watched. Man, it was so hot!

Dewey threw his shirt down on the couch and sat his little naked body down, looking at me awaiting the next order. I turned and looked angrily at Malcolm and Reese. They kind of swallowed then slowly turned and looked at each other. Then, almost in unison, they slowly bent over to untie their shoes. Oh man!! My mouth was watering. You may be asking what the big deal is -- I mean, I saw them naked all the time. But...I had never seen them slowly strip. And even if I saw them strip at all, usually all they were wearing were shorts and underwear anyway; and that would be down and off in the blink of an eye.

This was different. Somehow the slowness of it -- of them starting fully dressed and then the slow revealing of their smooth young bodies... Then there was the control I was having over them at the moment -- the look on the faces... And yes, even the humiliation of it... I told you I was evil. But in defense of myself, I was now being ruled by my cock and not my brain, as my member was standing up in its full, rock-hard six inches (yes, I was still naked).

And man, the slowness of it was killing me, but in a good way. They were expecting to be spanked, so they wanted to delay that as long as possible. Thus, they undressed as slowly as they could. I watched the socks come down, revealing their little bare feet. Then the shirts, slowly pulled up and over their heads, showing off their young, naked armpits. And showing off now their bare chests and stomachs. Then the shorts -- first the snap, then the zipper -- slowly -- then letting them fall and step out of them, now revealing their pubescent, totally smooth legs. Reese was wearing faded blue boxers, Malcolm, bright white briefs. Again, my mouth was watering.

They hesitated. I knew they wanted to speak but they thought better of it. Thumbs in the waistbands, and down -- sloooowly down they came as they bent over, following with their thumbs all the way to the floor. First one foot pulled out, then the other, the underwear tossed aside. They stood up. Naked. Frightened, innocent, vulnerable, naked, humbled. Did I say naked? Oh man, oh shit, oh FUCK!

I just stared at them, my hard cock throbbing. They stood there dead still. It was almost like I was seeing them for the first time. I could just jack off right now and put them out of their misery -- me too, because my cock was in pain from horniness. But no, there was no way I would end this so soon. I was going to milk this scene for all the pleasure I could get. And it would be pleasurable for them too, I think, as the plan was continually forming in my lustful brain. But first, I just leered at them some more, taking in every square inch of the rich sight before me. They would look at me with a worried, questioning expression, then in turn looked down at the floor in embarrassment as I shamelessly ogled their young, hairless bodies.

Finally, I spoke, "Okay, Reese, you threw the first punch so you're first. Get over here." He made a pleading look at Malcolm but there was nothing Malcolm could do. Isn't that interesting though. Not long ago they were at each other, but now, allies in their sentence for their crimes. Reese slowly walked over and stood before me, but not too close. "Closer," I said sternly. He timidly moved up, almost touching my knees. I spread my legs wide. "Closer," I said again, and again he moved up. His little boy cock was now just inches from my face. I think he had a few more pubic hairs on his miniscule bush since last time I looked. But...the looking was now done. I leaned forward and sucked him into my mouth with a loud "slurp."

"UH!" he cried, more in surprise, I think, than lust. But it was Reese, and the lust caught up a split second later as his little penis started to inflate in my hot, wet, sucking mouth. He put his hands on my head as usual, but I reached up and grabbed his wrists and firmly placed his hands back at his sides. "Wh... what are you doing?" Malcolm asked incredulously. He was unable to refrain from speaking, but then, that was Malcolm. I pulled off of Reese's sweet boydick just long enough to say, "It makes the punishment more intense." Still with a look of disbelief on his face, Malcolm came over to watch. Dewey watched from the couch.

After I had pulled off Reese to speak, then went back down on him, he put his hands back on my head and started to pump. As much as I loved that, it was not on the menu for right now. Again, I pulled his hands off me, then I pulled off of his now raging 4-inch erection. "Now you're ready," I said, "over my knee." I saw the blood drain out of his face but his cock remained rock hard. Malcolm looked shocked and fearful. Little Dewey looked as though he was happily anticipating Reese getting a beating.

With a little sigh, Reese dutifully laid down across my naked lap, his hard boycock pushing against my thigh, while my 22-year-old boner pressed against his naked hip. Oh man, oh man, OH MAN!!! Reese's ASS!!!! What a sight! I was shaking. It seemed in just this short time I had gotten more fixed on his cock, sucking him off all the time. I hadn't forgotten his ass -- of course not -- but I had forgotten how MAGNIFICENT it was! Firm, jutting up, slightly tan, tight, muscular. Hhhmmmm...

I placed my hand on it and gently stroked. Ah, his skin felt so nice. I was so hot! I thought back to that first day -- just this past Saturday actually, when he came over and I ended up messing with his hot butt. I thought then that I had died and gone to heaven. And now, it was like that day was coming back and wrapped into the scene of the moment. My hard dick was straining to spew already!

I put both hands on his butt and started a deep massage, squeezing and rubbing, taking a cheek in each hand (which easily fit) and smashing them, then spreading them wide apart and looking at his little pink hole. It was twitching just a little bit as his cock throbbed. Fuck, so hot! I kept my thigh moving back and forth on his ripe boner to keep him aroused and horned up.

Finally, I decided to move on. "Are you ready for your spanking?" I asked, with not a little meanness in my voice. A pause and then he said, "Yes. Let's get it over with." Okay... "Whack." "Ow!" he cried, but I hardly hit him that hard. I whacked him again, and again and again -- not hard enough to really hurt, just enough to sting a little -- just enough really, to stimulate his hot 12-year-old ass and get him more horny. He had stopped saying, "ow," and was now writhing around on my lap, pressing his little cock against my leg and making "ooh's" and "ahh's" and little grunts.

I kept spanking, reveling in the feel of my hand on his tight ass, his smooth skin, the way it jiggled slightly at my smacks, the way it was starting to turn slightly pink. I was panting, almost out of breath. Man.

He continued to writhe on my lap, trying to pump his piece and get himself off against my leg, the little fucker. Malcolm was standing right there watching, half smiling, half in shock still. "C'mere, Malcolm," I said, "let's get you started as well." With even more shock, but not a little lust in his eyes, sweet little Malcolm moved in, offering me his sweet little 2 inch cock. I rudely slurped it in, actually, took his cock and balls both into my mouth, pressing my face into him and trying to get as much of his hot little body into me as I could. "Ah!" he gasped, and grabbed my head with both hands. I backed off a bit and let his balls drop from my hungry mouth, just sucking on his little penis now, which quickly inflated to its full, hard as steel, 3 inches. Oh man, this was the first time I had ever done something actually sexual with two of them at the same time. My head was spinning. "Don't blackout!" I screamed to myself inside my head. I was taking hard breaths through my nose as I continued to smack my hand onto Reese's hot tweener ass.

The three of us were in a triangle arrangement, so Malcolm could look down and watch as my hand continually met his big brother's ass. With a slight turn of the head, I could see his ass jiggle myself, all the while, reveling in the feeling of Malcolm's hard, throbbing nail in my mouth. Meanwhile, Dewey was sitting on the end of the couch watching us, while he played with his now hard little two-inch dickie.

Several minutes had gone by, and along with all the physical feelings -- my hand on Reese's butt, my mouth around Malcolm's penis, I was near delirium from all the sounds -- the smacking, the slurping, the owing, oohing, ahhing, and general grunts and hums. It was awesome! I felt like I could cum any time, yet I didn't want this to be over too soon.

But Reese couldn't wait. Suddenly, he started screaming as he bucked his hips and I could just feel his small amout of boy juice spill out onto my naked thigh. "SSSHHHHIIIITTTT!!!!" he screamed, loud enough to shake the house. Dewey actually jumped up and flew over to the far side of the sofa. I could feel Malcolm start to throb as well, so I quickly pulled off of him, hoping to prevent his orgasm. We both just watched Reese's hot, tight butt jump around in my lap as he got my leg sticky. "OH SSHIIITTT!!! FFFUUUCCCKKK!!!" he cried. "MOMMY!" (Wow! It had been like 10 orgasms ago since he had said that.) "OH! Oh! Oh..." he cried, and then finally spent, he just fell off my lap onto the floor.

Malcolm and I looked at each other for a second, then I roughly grabbed him and threw him over my lap, little white ass at the ready! Oh man -- his ass! I had to just stop and stare. He pulled his head up and turned around to look at me, digging his pre-pubescent little boner into my leg. "Patience, Sunshine," I said breathlessly. "Oh Malcolm," I said to myself, "your ass -- your ASS!!" So small, so blinding white, so pure, so innocent looking. I gave it a light slap, just to see how much it would jiggle. Wow! As I thought, it jiggled more than Reese's, Malcolm's having more fat on it than muscle at his earlier stage of development.

But the spanking had to wait as I wasn't going to go past any of the sweet steps I had just established. So first, as with Reese, I started rubbing. Malcolm was letting out little, almost cooing noises at the intimate contact. But as with Reese, I didn't want him to get so relaxed that he lost his boner, so again, I kept my thigh moving under it, rubbing it back and forth all the time.

Then, I put a hand on each cheek, and like Reese, only even more so, I could get an entire cheek in each of my adult hands. I rubbed, I massaged, I squeezed. And I spent plenty of time prying those sweet little butt halves apart, gazing at his tight, white little raisin. I worked up a big thing of thin spit in my mouth and let it drip down onto his tiny opening. Then I leaned down closer and blew. "AHHH!" Malcolm cried, "Oh MAN! OHHH!!" "Flex it for me, Malcolm," I said in a low growl, almost like an animal voice. He did. Oh shit! There was his hot little winker, opening and closing, showing me the channel to the center of himself. Head spinning... deep breaths... I actually held his butt open with the fingers of one hand so I could pinch myself with the other and keep myself conscious (while I continued to watch him open and close it).

Okay, enough of that, I couldn't take much more. I shifted gears, and gave his boy behind a whack, picking my hand up right away so I could watch the jiggling. Sweet! "Whack, whack, whack," again and again, over and over, stinging his little butt, giving his horny body thrills that went through his ass, all the way down to his little prostate, and then out through the end of his boydick. Oh man, I don't know who was hornier. I would say me, but judging by his crazed writhing and the sounds coming out of him, I couldn't be sure. "Ah! Ah! Uha, uha, uha," he was moaning loudly in rhythm with the smacks now, almost like sobs, but if they were, they were sobs of lust, not pain. I wasn't hitting him that hard. This went on for a minute, then two as I continued to scream in lust in my head from the sounds of the whacks, his cries, and the site of his sweet, white little melons shaking like jello with every hit. But, I really didn't think I could take much more. His boybutt was pink enough and my hand was hurting from all the spanking I had done. And my insanely hard cock was hurting even more, begging for its pent-up load to be set free.

I stopped and just rubbed my hand up and down his white-pink little backside. "Did Uncle Jay spank little Malcolm too hard and hurt him?" I asked in a voice like you would use when talking to a baby. "No, not at all," said Malcolm. I repeated it exactly the same way and smacked him hard this time. "Ow! No!" he said again. Then for the third time, in my loud adult voice I asked, "DID UNCLE JAY SPANK YOU TOO HARD?!!!" "SMACK" "OOOWWWWW!!! Cried Malcolm, and put his hands behind him to rub his hurting butt. "YES!" he cried, "TOO HARD!!"

"Oh..." I said (back to the baby voice) "then I guess I will have to kiss it and make it better." Reese was still lying on the floor at my feet, having been looking up and watching me with his brother the whole time. So I just got both arms under Malcolm, picked him up and threw him over top of Reese, so that he landed in the center of the mattress that was still on the floor. Right behind him, I dived down and rubbed my face all over his ass, then started in giving big, wet, loud kisses all over it. Malcolm was shaking his ass back and forth as I did, obviously into it. But I wanted to keep the horny momentum going even better, so I dived into the center.

Pressing my face into his crack, I made big wide swipes with my tongue at his little hole. "Ahhh!!!" shrieked Malcolm, almost as high-pitched as Dewey. It was hard to keep contact though, because in his ecstasy, his butt was all over the place. "Dewey, you sit on his back," I said. "Reese, you hold down his legs." So 30-some-pound Dewey sat on the small of Malcolm's back facing me, while Reese moved over to put a hand on each of Malcolm's spread legs. Meanwhile, I spread his little, sweet ass cheeks with my fingers and spread his tight mini-hole with my thumbs. "Open up, Sunshine," I said. And he did -- I saw it flex open! FUCK! I think that is the single hottest thing I have ever seen or ever will see. A little boy opening up his beautiful little hole for you. Oh MAN!!!!!

I dove back in, lapping just on his hole, getting it all sloppy wet, then sometimes moving down his perineum and even the back of his tight young ballsac. He continued to try to buck around and writhe but his brothers had him pretty well immobilized. It wasn't exactly a bondage scene but the fact that he was being restrained and that his brothers were actually doing it, including the 6-year-old's naked ass sitting on his back...well...it just made it all that much hotter for me. I knew I was going to cum very soon. Any second, I thought. But despite the lack of movement, Malcolm still registered his enjoyment to my ears with his continued ear-splitting screams and encouragement. "AHHH!!!" cried Malcolm, "yes... yes... lick me... lick me... EAT ME... OH FUCK!!!!

The more he screamed and tried to move, the more aggressive I got. I got his little butthole wetter, I lapped bigger and wider. I stabbed at him faster, working my tongue into his tight little orifice whenever I had an opening. It was like thunder in my brain, like a storm about to blow, like a cloudburst about to explode. "Malcolm, are you about to cum?!" I half mumbled out (as I kept trying to eat him while talking) and I half screamed it out (as I was so excited). "YES... ANY... SECOND NOW!..." he screamed out between fits of incoherent outbursts. I was going to bring him off from his hole! I was going to give him the same gift I gave Reese the other night -- an orgasm without his cock every being touched.

"Lick, slurp, stab, suck, lap, lick, slurp." I was making obscene sounds with my mouth as I upped the intensity of my attack even further. And then, as I had done a few other times when getting completely carried away by lust, I began to add grunts and growls... animal sounds... incoherent "mmphs" and "grkks" and... and on and on. I felt young Malcolm's hole start to throb. I think my loud, obscene sounds were about to put him over the edge. Dewey and Reese noticed it as well. Dewey scooted down further onto the top of Malcolm's butt -- so he could get his little peepee rubbed by the hair on the top of my head -- the little fucker! And Reese let go of Malcolm's legs because I think he got tired of holding them, but also, so he could come up and start spanking his brother's naked ass cheeks as I rimmed him.

"You have been a naughty little boy, Malcolm," Reese said, "and you deserve your punishment!" he cried as he kept spanking. OH FUCK!!! That did it! If I didn't grab my cock and shoot off in the next second, then I was going to have a spontaneous orgasm in the next five. But the timing was just right. Reese kept talking, calling Malcolm a "bad little boy," and he kept spanking, while I smashed my face into his little behind for all I was worth, trying to get my tongue far enough up in him to come out his mouth! It all came together -- it hit -- Malcolm erupted -- "SSSHHHHIIIITTTT!!!! MMMMOMMMYYYY! DADDDDDYYYYY!" he screamed like a banshee. I could feel the mighty throbs around the tip of my tongue -- the pulsings of a young boy's glorious orgasm. And it was only the second one ever in Malcolm's 11 years of life. "FUCK!!! SHIT!!! OH SHIT! OH FUCK! OH SSSHHHHIIIITTT!!" he cried.

As soon as I heard Malcolm cry out, "SSSHHHHIIIITTTT!!!!" I grabbed my cock and shot my own first wad. I continued to spew what felt like a gallon of cum as I heard Malcolm's cries of "Mommy" and "Daddy" along with the sounds of Reese's nasty talk and the spanking of Malcolm. And then, there was the feel of young Dewey's peepee throbbing against my scalp, not to mention my tongue being powerfully squeezed by the spasms of Malcolm's butt muscles caught up in powerful orgasm...

And then... I felt the throbbing slow down and quickly stop as I heard Malcolm's head hit the mattress. He was panting in huge gasps, as if he had been stuck under water for the past five minutes.

We all moved away from him and sat on the mattress leaning up against the sofa. We were all out of breath to varying degrees, if not because of the physical exertion, because of the excitement we had all shared. And I realized -- in one almost continuous scene, I had gone from doing something sexual for the first time with two of them to doing something sexual with all three of them involved. Oh man! If this was the kind of stuff you could write "true story" books about and go on TV and promote, I could be a millionaire. What a life I was leading! And it had only started 7 days ago!

"Guys," I said, after we had all calmed down. I was directing it to Reese and Malcolm. "I know I didn't really spank you, but I wanted to scare you though. I wanted to teach you a lesson. What happened was very wrong and I don't want that to ever happen again."

"But HONEST, I didn't tell," said Malcolm. "Well I didn't either!" shouted Reese and he looked like he was about to lunge at Malcolm. "GUYS!" I screamed as loud as I could. "THIS is what I'm talking about! I wasn't talking about who said what or what Dewey might have heard. I was talking about the fight you had! That's wrong, and as far as I'm concerned it can never happen again! Now, we'll sort it out calmly later, okay? Right now, I'm hungry and I'm going to see about getting us some breakfast."

I stood up but before I turned to leave the room I noticed very confused looks on their faces. "What?" I asked. Malcolm and Reese exchanged a cautious look and then Malcolm: "That's it?" "What do you mean, `that's it?'" I asked. "You're not going to really spank us, or send us home, or take away the video games or anything?" he said. "No," I said. "That's the kind of things parents do, not Uncles. But this is my house and I expect certain behavior and certain things I won't tolerate. But I think I've impressed that upon you and like I said, we're going to talk more about it later, CALMLY." "But no more punishment," Malcolm said again. Gosh, for a kid who is a genius, he's being pretty thick. Meanwhile, poor Reese was just looking back and forth from me to Malcolm as we spoke with that priceless dumb, confused look of his that I so love. "No more punishment, Malcolm," I answered. "What else do you want me to say? That I love you? That it's all better? That we are BFF's -- best-friends-forever?"

The light started to come back into his eyes and a smile broke out. When Reese saw that on Malcolm, he got the same expression as well, as did Dewey. Malcolm jumped up and hugged me in a full-frontal hug and Reese quickly followed suit, squeezing me from behind. Meanwhile, Dewey wrapped himself around my leg again. Man, it felt so nice! These boys -- these still naked boys -- how could anyone stay upset with them? But...I was furiously hungry and it was on to the kitchen. "Look, guys," I said, "if I let you go swimming for a few minutes while I get stuff ready, will you get out right when I call? The stuff I'm making is hot and I don't like cold food." "We will!" they all promised and then ran up the outside steps and I heard the splash as they jumped into the pool.

I noticed the line of rings on a wire that was part of the pool-cue holder. You could slide them back and forth with your pool stick and use them to keep score. I went over to them and started moving them one-by-one to the other side as I said to myself, "saw boys swim naked, sucked Malcolm's cock and balls while he was asleep, slept cuddled with Reese and Malcolm, sucked Dewey, drank from Dewey, rimmed Dewey, sucked Reese, spanked Reese, spanked Malcolm, rimmed Malcolm." Wow, hardly more than 16 hours had gone by and I had scored 10 points! And there were many more hours left in the weekend! I started up the steps to the kitchen. I was hungry. And I was going to need all my strength.

• * * * * * * Coming in Chapter 12 - Dewey's Comeuppance

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