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 13 Having my Dick and Watching it Too
So it had been quite a morning already. Dewey, under threat of blackmail, had demanded that I "make him feel good like I did for his brothers." So I sucked him and rimmed him, only to find out later that he didn't know what the "feel good" was going to be. He had no idea. But, we both loved it. Still, his brothers got in a fight over who told and of course we found out that neither told, only that Reese had said I made him "feel good." In between all that, they were all spanked for their bad behavior – playful spanks that brought us all to rousing orgasms.
And now, I was lying outside in the huge hammock – part of the ton of awesome stuff my Mom had purchased for my poolside patio when we fixed up the house last week. And I was not alone. Shortly after I got out of the pool, young Malcolm joined me, his naked body lying on top of my naked body as I rubbed my hands all over his sweet little butt. He proved he was not lying when he had told me a week earlier, that he liked hugging and kissing more than the sex. Man. He had his little arms smashed against my sides, rubbing his bare wet chest onto mine, a big smile on his face, looking up at me with his gorgeous blue eyes.
Then he would lean up and kiss me on the mouth. Oh fuck! He would lick his lips first, then, not hard, but gently press his lips against mine for 30 seconds at a time, sometimes a minute, two! He wasn't the least bit aroused; it was just pure, super-intimacy to him. Even better, he didn't mind that I was fully aroused, my hard 6-inch dick poking into his little white butt. For the millionth time in the past week, I thought about how lucky I was. For the millionth time I also said to myself that what I was doing at the moment was as nice as anything I'd ever done – something I could do forever. But, it was not to last.
"Uncle Jay!" It was Dewey. He had come up to the edge of the pool where Malcolm and I were lying. "I have to go pee," he said. I couldn't think why he was telling me that. "So?" said Malcolm lifting up his head, "go in the house and pee!" And he put his head back down on my chest. "Uncle Jay!" cried Dewey, "I really have to pee! I have to go right now!
"C'mon, Uncle Jay!" He had gotten out of the pool and held out his hand to me. In the back of my mind I think I knew where this was leading. I wasn't even sure if I wanted it to go there. But I also didn't want him to say the wrong thing in front of his brothers. I unraveled myself from cuddly little Malcolm, giving him a parting kiss on the forehead, and stood up to take 6-year-old Dewey's hand. "Where are you going?" asked Malcolm incredulously. "I'll be back," I said over my shoulder, as in a dream-like state, I was being led by Dewey to the house.
We went in through the French doors of the master bedroom and into the bath. I made sure the door was locked. Instead of going over to the toilet, Dewey just stood in the middle of the room, looking at me. Oh man, what the fuck was I doing? What was we he doing? Did he really want this? Or did he just think I did? Or was it both? And what did I want? As I had been doing all week when the boys were around, I let my cock decide. And it was still standing tall – rock-hard. Oh fuck. I was going to do it again: again, drawn to a forbidden act like a magnet. The first and only time it had happened, I hadn't expected it.
He was about to have his first orgasm in my sucking mouth and said he had to pee. I told him to go ahead, thinking he was going to just orgasm. But he really did pee...in my mouth...and before I had time to think, I swallowed, first to keep my mattress clean, but then, because it turned me on. Oh shit, oh fuck! What had I become? What kind of depraved slut was I turning into? But I had to. I couldn't turn down this invitation. How many guys get it? And I had to do it now before I thought any more about it and talked myself out of it.
I grabbed him by the armpits and picked him up to me. "Can I have a kiss first?" I asked. (Little Dewey and I had never kissed.) He nodded his head and gave me a very nice kiss on the mouth for about 3 seconds. Then he leaned his head back. "Hurry," he said, "I really have to go!" I walked over to the sink and stood him on the vanity. His chin was at the level of the top of my head. His little boy penis was at my chest level. "Try to go as slow as you can," I said. He nodded, and I leaned down. I slurped his tiny, precious jewel into my mouth. My knees were shaking.
I thought there would be a pause; I thought I would have a moment to get ready. I know that if I was about to pee in someone's mouth it would take me a moment to work up to it. But not this cowboy. No, he cut loose the second I had him in my mouth. Oh man, there it was – his pee – Dewey's pee! His juice, his liquid, something he had made himself, saved it for me, and now was sharing it with me. Ahhh... I was never hornier. Oh fuck! Like before, it was basically watery with a sweet taste – really not what you would expect urine to taste like at all. He had had another orange soda since breakfast.
But as with taking cum into my mouth, it's not the taste - it's the faucet – and the owner of the faucet! And the sharing of himself. The fact that this pee was coming from the cutest little tyke in the world, the fact that it was coming from the center of his boyhood, the fact that I had that same boyhood in my horny mouth, the fact that he was willingly and happily, even proudly sharing his essence with me – all that combined in my perverted brain to make this an awesome scene for me. I swallowed like a camel about to go on a 2 week journey. I swallowed like a man dying of thirst. I sucked and swallowed and rubbed my hands up and down his back, butt, and legs like the horny, warped fuck that I am! And I was proud he chose to give me the gift!
Oh man, my cock was throbbing, moving on its own. I grabbed a 6-year-old little buttcheek in each hand and smashed my face into his hairless crotch, swallowing his offering as I started to rub my achingly hard dick on his silky smooth leg. He started to go erect as I greedily sucked the pee out of him – and he was still pissing, the little fucker! In fact, as his dick got hard, the piss seemed to shoot out of him with more force, until he was fully hard, sticking straight out, and the piss was hitting the back of my throat, almost choking me. But I stayed at my post as he, now in horniness grabbed my head and pressed his bald crotch to my face even harder. What a sexy little dude!
I didn't think I could take much more without grabbing my cock and shooting my load but just as I thought that, the flow slowed down to a trickle, then he was done. But...I wasn't and neither was he. With his hands still on my head and my face still pressed into his smooth stomach, I upped the power of my sucking, getting his little peepee wet as I swabbed my tongue all over it and developed a sucking rhythm that went with his throbs. "Oh! Oh! Oh!" the cries of his high pitched, 6-year-old voice punctuating my obscene slurping sounds on him. Oh man – what a hot, sexy scene! My knees were still shaking. My head was spinning.
And then, "Lick my hiney!" he cried as he pulled off of me and turned around on the sink counter. He leaned over, his hands on the mirror and his awesome sweet buttlett sticking out in my face. There were pink remains of my fingerprints where I had been clutching his buttcheeks. Fuck! I had to grab onto the edge of the counter to steady myself. And then I went in.
Still holding onto the counter and trying not to faint, I smashed my face against him, trying to get as much of my tongue in his crack as I could. I drilled at his hole, stabbing and lapping. And then, recovering some from my light-headedness, I released my hands from the sink and went in for the kill – grabbing half an ass in each hand and spreading him wide as I attacked his cute little pucker with a new fury. With all the spit I could muster, I slurped, lapped and stabbed, the sounds of my obscene assault along with his high-pitched squeals of delight combining to up my frenzy of lust. But then, he started laughing. I don't mean little giggles, but down-right laughing, his little butt shaking with the rest of him. This was something new.
I reluctantly pried my face out of him and asked, "What's funny? Does it tickle?" "No," he said, "I saw my face in the mirror. When you lick me there, it gets all scrunched up and funny looking." Man, I wish I could see. I got it! "Dewey, turn sideways," I said. The vanity was very wide so there was plenty of room. Now with him sideways, we could both turn our heads and watch his face in the mirror. I slammed my face back between his sweet cheeks with even more passion than before. If we were going to watch a show, it was going to be a good one.
With a slight turn of the head and a greater turn of my eye, I COULD see him! Not only his face, but ALL of him – and myself too! It had finally happened. For all the things I had done with them when I said to myself that I wished I could be on them and yet stand back and watch at the same time... now I was! Oh fuck – it was absolutely the hottest sight ever! Little Dewey, standing on the counter, knees bent, chest bent forward, hands on his knees and his hot, masculine little boybutt sticking WAY out in such a filthy way. And me with my face buried in said butt, while my own face was contorted in hot lust, my eyes ablaze, and his alternately contorted in lust, then laughter from him at the sight of his "scrunched up face." Fuck! Fuck, fuck, FUCK!
I was so horny now, I was like a wild man – maybe more like a wild dog. I jammed my face into his little ass, almost knocking him over. I moved my face back and forth like a wild animal ripping apart meat, and I made the sounds to match: "GGRRYYGGG FFFKKKKRRRR HHHHMMMMKKKKK!!!!" I wanted to grab my cock, but reached around and grabbed Dewey's hard little peepee instead. I had never jacked off such a little dick but I found that my thumb and one finger did the trick. "Oh, OH, OOOHH!!!" he cried, his cries of delight getting louder as his laughter was replaced by his stronger cries of lust.
"AAAHHH!!! AAAHHH!!!" he cried out, almost at his screaming point now. Then suddenly, he jerked himself up to a standing position, whipped around in a split second, and jammed his hot, little pricklett into my hungry mouth. "GGRRYYGGG FFFKKKKRRRR HHHHMMMMKKKKK!!!!" I cried again, making up a new language – a language of unbridled boylust. Again, I grabbed his hot little ass and smashed him into me; and again, I turned so I could watch this incredible scene in the mirror. Watching me, feeling his cock in my mouth, hearing his cries, feeling his ass, and then SEEING it all as it was happening – that put me over the edge. "HHHMMMM!!!" I screamed into him, smashing my face into him even harder as I tried to literally swallow his cock. That was enough for him as well.
"EEEOOOOWWW!!" came the siren screams once again, then twice, three times as his mini-fucktool pulsed mightily in mouth in the throes of his boy orgasm. I held onto him tight, not wanting him to collapse and fall. I put as much of my own weight as I could against the sink to keep myself stable. Finally, after about 10 magnificent thrusts, his boyrod slowed down and then stopped pulsing. I grabbed him to me and we both fell to the floor, although, I brought us down slowly so as not to hurt him.
He was panting from his powerful orgasm and I was panting almost as much from my own lust. "Dewey!" I shouted, still in my frenzy, "I'm going to cum off on you, cowboy!" I cried as I climbed on top of him. "You mean you're gonna shoot your stuff on me?" he cried. "It won't hurt you!" I shouted, as I lowered myself to get my cock onto his lower stomach, right at the base of his own cocklett. He didn't protest, and before he had time to think about it, I started my fucking motion. I had never fucked anyone and the motion gave a new-found feeling to my ass muscles which I kind of liked. But that feeling was no match for the feeling of my cock on Dewey's soft, smooth, little boy skin. Oh man!!
My lust was so powerful at this point that I had to rein it in, otherwise I was going to scrape off some of his precious 6-year-old skin. But whatever I did, I knew it was only going to be seconds until I shot. I rubbed against him back and forth, my whole shaft alive with feeling, awesome as the head made contact with his stomach and awesome as the base brushed upon his now soft little uncut piece. "Oh Dewey," I cried, still pumping on him. "Oh Dewey... what we just did... you got me so hot... oh Dewey... oh Dewey, oh FUCK OH DEWEY! OH... OH... GET READY COWBOY, HERE IT COMES!!!!!!
And he just had time to squinch his eyes shut and turn his head as my first spray, barreled out of my gun and landed with an audible "splat" right on his face – a whole long streak of it, going right from his chin, across his mouth, up his cheek, over his eyelid and to his forhead. SHHHHIIITTTT!!!! It was too hot. I did a couple more pumps and then just collapsed on him, my raging fuckstick still maddeningly throbbing and putting out its load into his navel. For a second, I didn't even care if he could breath. I pulsed and pulsed from my cock, as my orgasm spread out to my arms and legs as I flailed them on the floor. "AAAHHHH!!!" I screamed, over and over like a crazy man. And then, finally, it was over and I just lay on top of him panting for all I was worth.
"Will you get this stuff off of me?" I heard a distant voice – it was like it was a thousand miles away. Oh yeah, Dewey. Little Dewey. I was still on top of him. "Oh, sorry," I said, as I moved off of him and onto the bathroom floor. "Not you!" he said (he was mumbling, trying to talk without really opening his mouth – why was that?) "THIS STUFF!" he managed to half scream through gritted teeth as he wildly pointed to my cum all over his face.
I was going to get up and get a rag, but he wanted it off NOW. And... even though normally, once I had orgasmed, I never wanted anything to do with cum, I was still horny in my brain. Despite the fact that my cock was deflated, I felt remarkable lust as I looked at the little tyke's cum-strewn face. So, I attacked again. In a millionth of a second, I shot up and again with the sounds of starving animals spewing somewhere from within me, I devoured his entire face in licks, sucks, and slurps, getting him all cleaned off of cum, but leaving him covered in my spit. As he wiped his eyes, I worked my way down, sucking his nips (no cum there but I sucked them anyway) and working my way down to eat my cum from his lower stomach and suck it out of his belly-button. Oh man – I could eat any manner of things out of that little belly button for hours on end! Maybe I would get the chance some day! Ah... Finally having obscenely cleaned him off, I plopped my tired head onto his soft stomach and just rubbed him all over while I continued trying to recover my breath.
After a minute, I rolled off of him and laid down on my back next to him on the floor. A minute after that, he rolled on top of me, his head on my chest. I rubbed him up and down, then held him to me. A couple of more minutes went by, then he moved up, gave me a sweet kiss on the lips, and said, "Let's go swimming." Yeah, Cowboy," I replied, "after that, I think we need to cool off!"
Still holding him, I stood up, then ran out and jumped into the pool. Malcolm, now back in the pool with Reese, was giving me a weird look. "So what have you two boys been up to?" Reese asked with a huge grin. "Uh... Dewey needed me to wipe him," I answered. "No, I didn't!" shouted Dewey. "I can wipe!" "Yeah, since last week!" shouted Reese, then almost drowned himself from laughing at his own joke.
"You think we couldn't hear Dewey's screams?" Malcolm said, "not to mention yours?" He was kind of mad. No, no...he was jealous. I was flattered. "C'mere, Malcolm," I said, "please." He slowly walked across the shallow half of the pool. I pulled him to me and picked him up, holding my hands under his naked butt. "Look, Sunshine, I have to share myself with all of you. And if I was wrong to leave you and go in the house with Dewey, then I'm sorry. If that hurt your feelings, then I'm really sorry." He hugged me tighter. "How about if I carry you around like this in the pool awhile, will that help?" He pulled back, looked at me and nodded. "And listen, Malcolm," I continued, "maybe sometimes I can have you guys over on different nights. So I'll have you over soon all by yourself, and we'll do whatever you want to do, how's that?" He didn't say a word. He didn't have to. He just licked his lips and put them to mine in a sweet, long, awesome kiss. For the million and first time, I'll say it: My life couldn't get any better.
Coming in Chapter 14 – The "Coach" Gets "Initiated"
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