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 12 Dewey's Comeuppance
I was in the kitchen getting breakfast ready. A lot had happened already this morning. Dewey had somehow found out about my exploits with his older brothers and blackmailed me into sucking off his little 6-year-old peepee. Then Malcolm and Reese got into a fist fight over who told. I gave them both a spanking but more to scare them – it wasn't a hard spanking – more of a sexual one and we all got off from it, that's for sure.
At the moment, they were all in the pool. I could hear the sound of their laughing, squealing, and splashing through the open French doors of the kitchen. While the oven was preheating, I put plates, cups, napkins and utensils in a basket, then added a bottle of orange juice. When I took the basket out, mini-hunk Reese was standing on the diving board, beating his budding pec muscles while doing a Tarzan yell. His 3 inch soft penis was bouncing around along with the board. (My thanks to whoever invented the diving board!) Then he did a forward somersault, making a big splash as he hit the water.
I went back in to get the pizzas out of the freezer. I had found some breakfast pizzas – single serving size crusts with gravy and eggs, bacon, and cheese on them. I put them in the oven, set the timer, then went back out to watch the kids. Man, how many times can I say it? What a life I was leading! What a lucky guy I was! Just watching them play and have fun in the pool – knowing that I was able to provide that for them – seeing them smile and hearing them laugh – that brought me almost as much joy as the sex – no – as much joy, honest.
"C'mon, Uncle Jay, get in and play with us!" said Reese, and the other two added their encouragement. "I can't, I have to sit here and listen for the oven timer," I said. Also, I needed to think. Yes, the spanking had made an impression on them, but I don't think it was enough to keep them from fighting in the future. I had to give them some tools, figure out how to help them see each other differently. A plan was forming. I went into the guest room closet and found some poster board and markers that I had used for school. The painter's tape was downstairs in the laundry room with the tools.
I taped up some of the poster paper on the wall where the weight bench was. Across from it, I placed two chairs from the game table for Reese and Malcolm, and one of the smaller "teddy bear" chairs for Dewey.
Change is not easy and comes a lot faster with tangible rewards, especially for kids. I was thinking that I could give the boys an allowance. But, for every infraction of the rules, they would lose a quarter and only get what was left at the end of the week. I would have to ask Hal and Lois permission but I think they would go along.
I heard the dinging of the stove timer and went up to get the pizzas and take them outside. The boys' eyes got huge when they saw this new food. Yes, I was spoiling them, but wouldn't you? The breakfast pizzas were really good actually. We wolfed them down.
"Okay, boys," I said after we ate. "We need to go back into the house and talk about the fight and what happened this morning." "Oh, can't we go swim—" Reese started. But Malcolm hit him and Reese quickly zipped it, sat up straight, and tried to look like a good little boy. Gosh, his "good little boy look" was so bogus looking! I had to stifle a laugh. "Grab something and take it into the kitchen, then downstairs," I said.
When we got to the bottom of the stairs, and Reese saw the posters and chairs he whined, "Gosh, this looks like schooooolll." "Shut up, Reese!" said Malcolm. Young Dewey had already grabbed the other bear from the other chair, and dutifully sat down on the small seat clutching the stuffed panda. Reese and Malcolm took the bigger chairs on either side. "I guess it is like school," I started, "in that I really want you to learn something – something important.
"I could go into some basic reasons as to why fighting is wrong – that you can hurt someone, etc. But I think you understand all that. What I want you to think about is what your relationship is going to be like in the future. You see, it wasn't just seeing you guys fight like that that was upsetting to me, it was seeing BROTHERS do that. Here I am without any brothers or sisters at all. I was so lonely growing up. I would have given anything to have a good brother to play with and to be there for me. And you guys have that and you could throw that all away with the fighting.
"And you know, most people, as they go through life, lose track of their friends. Most of the friends I had in high school, I hardly see now. The only people who remain constant in your life are your family. So you should be nice. You should treat each other the way you would treat someone that you want to be your friend. I couldn't stand it if it turned out that ten years from now, I couldn't be friends with you guys because you hated each other." They were actually taking all this in. Good.
"Now, tell me, without getting loud or throwing punches, what makes you boys fight?" I asked. Well, I could go on, but I won't give you a ten thousand word blow-by-blow of our conversation. The upshot was that Reese teased Malcolm about being smart and Malcolm teased Reese about being dumb. Reese, with some prodding from my psychological brain, came to the insight that he was a bully at school, and punched Malcolm because he did feel dumb. So he lashed out with his fists before people could say something that hurt his feelings. The two older brothers realized that Dewey was pretty cool, but they took advantage of his small size to tease him out of boredom. And usually when he was annoying and they were mean to him, it was only because Dewey was bored and trying to get them to play.
So, on the papers we wrote no teasing. Also, we wrote down all the bad words they called each other like "stupid" and put alternatives across like "silly boy." I know that sounds, well, silly, but at least calling someone silly doesn't usually lead to a punch. They all realized that they really were hurt by their meanness toward each other and that they didn't want to grow up like that. We also made a list of all of their good traits. Reese was fun, would defend you, and came up with fun things do to. Malcolm, was good to play with, thoughtful, and could get them out of jams when Reese's fun ideas went too far. Dewey was cute and cuddly, and basically nice all the time as long as the older ones were nice to him and gave him some attention. It all went on for about 45 minutes. It was good. The teacher in me, the psychologist in me, and the Uncle in me were all happy.
"So...anyway," I said, "about this telling. Did it ever occur to you guys to ask Dewey who told on me and what was said?" I could tell by their faces that it hadn't. This was a revelation to them. "Well, Dewey?" I asked. "It was Reese," said Dewey. "Aha! I KNEW it!" shouted Malcolm. "Dewey, I'm gonna pound your face in!" screamed Reese. "BOYS!!!" I shouted. "What did we just talk about?! Okay...Dewey, tell us exactly what you heard and when and how.
"It was right after you moved in," said Dewey. "We were in bed and Mommy came in to kiss me goodnight. And Reese said that you made him feel really good." I paused, trying to digest what he just said. "That's it?" I said. "He's right," said Malcolm, "those were Reese's exact words. I remember them."
"And did they tell you anything else?" I asked. "Did you overhear them talking at all – about anything?" "No," said Dewey, "only I know that they are all happy when they come back from your house and they hug me and are nice to me now."
"But Dewey..." I didn't want to get them fighting but I was really struggling to get a handle on this. "You asked me, no you demanded to me that I suck your dick." "No I didn't," said Dewey calmly. "Don't lie, Dewey!" said, Malcolm. "Yeah, don't lie!" added Reese.
"Wait...wait," I said. It was all coming back to me. Oh shit! Oh fuck! "He's right," I moaned. "He never said that. All he said was that he wanted me to make him feel good the way I did for you two. That's the same thing he heard Reese say. Oh man! Dewey, what did you think I was going to do when I told you to go lie on the bed and I came into the bedroom – and you were lying their naked?" "I don't know," said Dewey simply.
So...I could have given him a kiss on the forehead, or a backrub, or told him a story...anything. And instead, I committed a felony on him. Or was it two felonies? I felt lightheaded. I sat down on the floor against the wall. Then I started beating my head against it. "Uncle Jay, what's wrong?" Reese jumped off his chair and got down on the floor with me, putting a hand on my shoulder. "Don't worry, Uncle Jay," said Malcolm, joining his brother on the floor near me. "Dewey will never tell. He knows lots of secrets, don't you Dewey?" "Uh-huh," said Dewey. And he got off of his chair and walked over and stood between my legs, his little cocklett just inches away from my mouth. He was still holding the stuffed panda bear.
"Was I bad?" Dewey asked. "Am I going to get a spanking like you gave Reese and Malcolm?" And as he said this he was rubbing his little dickie. And it was starting to chub up! He WANTED a spanking, the little bugger! Oh what the hell! My head was already spinning. The past was past. And like Reese said, with Dewey in on things, now we could all have lots of fun. My cock too started to chub up, and I leaned in and slurped little Dewey's cute peepee into my horny mouth. Oh fuck!
I sucked and pulled, bringing his 6-year-old penis to its full, hard 2-inch glory. Then I bobbed up and down on it a bit. Reese and Malcolm sat on either side of us and watched, waiting to see what would happen next. In my abject lust I quickly recovered from the shock of our conversation, and the wheels started to turn in my evil, lustful mind. "You know," I said, pulling off of his hot, angry little nail, "this whole mess today, including the fight your brothers had is all your fault, Dewey. I think your brothers should be the ones to spank you. And I looked at him with an evil grin, while poor little Dewey looked terrified.
"Yeah," said Malcolm, "WE should get to spank you!" "Yeah, Dewey!" echoed Reese. "This whole mess wouldn't have happened," continued Malcolm, "if you hadn't been so manipulative and mercenary!" "Yeah Dewey!" said Reese, then "Huh??" as he looked at Malcolm.
"Nnnnoooooo!" cried Dewey, then he fell onto me and grabbed onto my neck, his little, still hard two-incher poking into my chest. "C'mon, Dewey," I said, standing up and picking him up with me. "I promise, if they hit you too hard, I'll stop them. Plus, I have an idea of how to make it feel REALLY good – even better than it was for Reese and Malcolm!" "Oh...okay," said little Dewey with a sigh.
I took him to the TV area with Malcolm and Reese in tow, sat him down on the mattress, then I laid down, placing my head in the center. "Okay, guys," I said to Reese and Malcolm. "Here's the thing – if you want to spank Dewey a good long time then you have to go easy on him. `Cause if you spank him too hard, then it will end and your fun will be over. Understand?" "Yup," they both replied. "Okay then," I said. And I pulled young Dewey down onto me, taking his precious 6-year-old boyrod into my hot and waiting mouth. Oh man! It felt so hard and I could feel it throbbing! And so tiny! So perverted and obscene! My raging boner was twitching already, my cum jumping at the gate, ready to take off!
His nice, smooth stomach was on my face but I could turn my head and breathe when I needed to. His knees were kind of in my armpits and his little feet down at my sides. He was using the panda bear as a pillow, and also to support his chest. I paused a minute and just rubbed my hands up and down over his smooth, silky, tiny boybutt. A shame that in this position, I couldn't see it or see the spanking that was about to happen. But still, the inside of my mouth had a great view!
"Okay, boys," I mumbled, with my mouth full of 6-year-old dick, "remember, not too hard." "Okay!" they both chirped, and then, "Whack!" "Ow!" cried Dewey, but I could tell from the sound of the whack, it wasn't that hard. And he didn't tell them to stop, nor did he try to move away. Although, he did move around on me. "Whack!" again, then again, "Ow!" from Dewey. But it was only a half-hearted "ow."
And then, the brothers started in earnest. The sounds of whacks and smacks came fast, one on top of the other without rhythm. I could tell from that that they were both spanking him at the same time, one of them on each buttcheek! Fuck, that idea, the image in my head, hearing those sounds – I was so fuckin' hot!!
And Dewey...Dewey was turning me on just as much with all his writhing around on top of me, his tiny boycock throbbing in bliss. His "ow's" had quickly turned into "ooh's" and "ahh's" as he felt the pleasure of my sucking mouth on his young penis, along with the horny, stinging, smacks of pleasure on his size-6 behind. As he was being stimulated by three people, simultaneously from both sides, he couldn't help but start to escalate into louder and faster outbursts. Less pleasurable "ooh" sounds from him now – instead, loud grunting "UH'S" as he writhed around harder, now lifting his shoulders up with his arms and grinding his boy peepee into my willing mouth!
I turned my eyes and saw that Reese now was hard too. And even Malcolm, as I looked to the other side! I guess their horny memories of the spanking they just got were coming back to them as they now stimulated their own brother in the same way. But the sight of their young hard-ons, the whole scene, the smacking sounds, Dewey's grunts, the thought of it all – I was about to go into orbit! Fuck, it was too much!!
I had to grab my cock. I wasn't going to let myself cum until Dewey started his blastoff, but I was going to make sure I was ready. I jacked myself up and down 5, 10, 15 times. Okay. I was ready. I just kept my hand on my furiously hard boner, keeping my about to blow orgasm right at the brink. I couldn't hold off much longer. I started sucking harder on Dewey's little pricklett, also adding some tongue action and timing my hard sucks to match his throbs. "AH! AH! AHH!!!" he cried. It was working. He would soon blow.
I took my hand off my obscenely hard boner and started rubbing up and down his smooth boy legs, trying to add even more stimulation to him and send him over the edge. By now, Dewey was writhing around even more and his outbursts were coming faster and louder. And from the sound of it, Reese and Malcolm had intensified the whacks – the sounds of that being louder and faster as well. But I don't think Dewey noticed. He was too lost in lust. I think we are all were.
Then Dewey started jerking his shoulders up and then banging his head and chest back down onto the panda bear, his hard little stick giving a mighty shake in my mouth with each hit. His assortment of "ooh's" and grunts became a constant, guttural moan, so low, it was almost frightening to hear it come out of such a small child. It rose radically back and forth in both pitch and volume, varying with the smacks on his ass, the smashing into his stuffed panda bear, and the throbs of his boystick in my hot, hungry mouth. He was totally out of breath by now, his constant loud but eerie moan broken up by hard gasps for oxygen.
His moan continued to build, crossing over into more of a scream now. It almost made me want to stop and let him rest, but then, I was too horny to stop. And besides, he was making no attempts to get away. Not at all, rather, his stomach was practically glued to my face as his little 6-year-old cock strained in pending orgasm. There was no stopping any of us now. We were like a run-away train, heading toward an explosive crash!
"Take it, Dewey!" cried Reese. "Yeah, Dewey," added Malcolm, "you've been a very bad boy. Naughty, naughty, naughty, naughty!" As he said this, he started smacking Dewey's buttcheek in rhythm with each word. Then Reese joined him on the opposite buttcheek. As they both loudly chanted, "naughty, naughty, naughty," over and over, they smacked his little 6-year-old ass in time with each "naught." How my cock wasn't spewing by itself by now I don't know. But it was as horny as anything I had ever heard or could have imagined.
How Dewey had lasted this long, I didn't know either. But I could definitely feel more and harder throbbing in his boyrod now. And then...the screams. As with the first time (just hours ago) when I had jammed my tongue up his 6-year-old butthole, he let out a scream like a steam whistle on steroids. "Yeah, Dewey!" cried Reese. "Go, Dewey!" shouted Malcolm, as they both continued to whack his little bottom – even harder now, judging by the sounds. "EEEEOOOOOWWWW!!!!!" screamed little Dewey again, and then...there it was... the now to me unmistakable throbs of orgasm, so powerful even in a dick as young and small as Dewey's – as if his little cock were trying to force out all of his insides. "EEEEOOOOOWWWW!!!!!" he screamed again, even louder and higher if that were possible.
And I joined him, screaming mightily into his stomach with my mouth full of his dick. "HHHMMMM!!!" was all I could do as I continued to suck. But I had to scream what I could, and I did, over and over. I also grabbed my painfully hard 22-year-old cock and immediately started spewing cum all over the place. Not feeling it hit my chest, I knew it was going past me onto the back and butt of little Dewey – maybe even onto the hands of his spanking brothers. That thought made me even more horny and my orgasm overtook my entire body – my head bumping up and smashing hard into Dewey, while my legs jumped three feet up off the mattress then slammed back down into it, again and again until I was spent.
Dewey was spent at the same time and just collapsed on me. That would have been fine except now I couldn't breathe. I grabbed him and slid down and out from under him. I sat up to see Reese staring at his hand. I saw the light reflecting something on it... "You got cum on my hand," said Reese. He had a kind of far off look in his eye as he brought it up to his mouth. "Don't do it!" cried Malcolm. But you know Reese – totally impulsive. And he did it. He put it in his mouth and sucked the cum off of it. He sat there for a second as we all waited. Then, a horrible expression came across his face. And then, "Ewwwwww!" and he opened his mouth and stuck out his tongue and pawed at it, trying to scrape the cum off of it. Malcolm and Dewey were rolling their naked bodies on the mattress, laughing their asses off. It was pretty funny. Then Reese ran to the bar sink and grabbed a cup and rinsed his mouth out several times.
He came back into the room looking rather sheepish, Malcolm's and Dewey's eyes still lit up in mirth. "That's disgusting!" Reese said. "How do you EAT that stuff?" "Gosh, Reese, you're going to hurt my feelings, saying my cum is awful and everything." I was kidding, but Reese got that confused looked, mixed with a look that said he was about to burst into tears. "I didn't mean anything by it!" he said, and he jumped down onto the mattress and threw himself on me in a big hug. "Reese, I was just kidding little man – no worries. And I know cum is weird. I don't like it either. I only like yours and that's because it comes from you and I like everything about you. And the same will be true for Malcolm when he cums and for Dewey when he cums. "And for Francis?" asked Reese. Oh fuck, another brother – another potential person to tell. Why don't we just tell all the boys in the city – have them line up at my door? Let the cops in on it too, while we're at it! Man!
"Boys, I don't think it's a good idea to tell Francis about what we do. He may not understand. But let's don't worry about that right now. You've been here since yesterday afternoon and I haven't even been in the pool with you yet. Let's go swimming!" And we did. It was great fun. For the rest of the morning, I was just a "normal" fully heterosexual uncle, romping around with his nephews. I didn't even notice their dicks rubbing across me or the feel of my hand on their bare little asses as we played. Well...not that much, anyway.
Coming in Chapter 13 - Having my Dick and Watching it Too
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