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 14 The "Coach" Gets "Initiated"

Right now, in my mind, the single greatest thing we had purchased when making my house ready for the boys was the over-size hammock. I say this because I found myself lying in it in the shade, with 3, wonderful, beautiful, naked boys all cuddled together with me. Sigh. We certainly needed some relax time after what had already been a very full day.

The day had started with me sucking and rimming little Dewey. Then all 3 boys got spanked, Malcolm got rimmed, they each had an orgasm, and I had two along the way. A little while after that, I joined Dewey in the bathroom for some special (pee and mirror) play, which led to another orgasm for him and me. Wow. It makes me tired just thinking about it – tired but happy.

So now, there we were, cuddled together in mid-afternoon, after hours of playing in the pool. As breakfast had been so late, we had just finished lunch – hot dogs on the grill and potato chips. Tired, satiated, and cuddled with me, they were in their "little boy mode" and pleaded with me to tell them a story. Actually, I had the perfect one ready. I had a plan in my mind for a next scene but wasn't sure how I was going to get it started. Now I knew.

So, I told them a story of a football coach and his team. I said that I had read it on the internet but I hadn't. I was just making it up. The gist of it was there was a football coach who was not the nicest guy. The thing the team hated most was that he was always calling them, "buttwipes:" "Nice move, buttwipe! Good thinking, buttwipe! Get your heads outta your asses you bunch of buttwipes!" One day after a brutal loss, as the team was getting undressed for their showers, he was balling them out and called them "buttwipes" one time too many. Something snapped in the team and they told the coach it was time for them to "initiate" him. They ended up tying up the coach and humiliating him and abusing him, even sexually. Yes, I said "sexually."

Okay, not what you would call a bed-time story. Anyway, we were soon all asleep as we had stayed up late, had a big meal, and like I said, were tired from swimming all day. I'm thinking I woke up about two hours later (judging by the height of the sun – yeah, I'm part Indian, I can do those things – haha). I worked my way out of the hammock and stretched my nude, 22-year-old body. Malcolm woke up too, and set on the edge of the hammock. The problem is, when he did, he tipped the balance and all 3 boys ended up in the grass as the hammock flipped over. They were a little dazed but unhurt. I got a good laugh out of it.

Anyway, they too, stood up and stretched their young, naked bodies – gosh, what a sight! Dewey looked at me and said he had to pee again. I saw Malcolm giving us a really weird look so I told Dewey to go by himself this time. Anyway, I wasn't quite awake yet plus I had other plans in mind for my next orgasm. Malcolm followed Dewey into the house and Reese just walked over to the nearest bush and let his piss fly. Oh fuck! I could only see him from the back, but hearing the sound, knowing what he was doing, and seeing his hot butt from the back, and his stance – legs spread, middle pushed forward, hands on hips – enjoying a good pee outdoors. It seemed so sexy, so masculine. But that was Reese all over to me.

I too went in the house to relieve myself. Mainly, I didn't want Reese to notice how I was getting a hard-on from watching him pee. From my toilet, I could hear Dewey and Malcolm pissing together in the hall bathroom. Man! But that's a fantasy for another day. We all ended up in the basement, raiding the bar fridge for sodas. They settled their still naked bodies on the couch with the remote, while I took my still naked body upstairs to the bedroom to get out the stuff.

The stuff? Well, it was like this. Last week, after loading up on things from the toy store, I went next door to the sporting goods store to see what I could find. Being a gym teacher, I already had the basic equipment. But my eye couldn't help but be drawn to the jockstraps lining the one wall, especially the youth ones – some so small they would even fit 6-year-old Dewey! And an evil plan began to form in my mind. Well not evil so much as lustful. Anyway, I would be the victim.

So after I got everything laid out on my bed, I went downstairs. They seemed totally awake now – animated as they watched The Three Stooges on TV. "I have a surprise for you in the bedroom," I said. "What?" asked Malcolm. (Why do people always ask what a surprise is?) "Go see," I said. They ran upstairs, then I tip-toed up to eavesdrop on them.

Lying on my bed was a pile for each of them – two medium sized youth football helmets and shoulder pads for Reese and Malcolm, and one small set that was Dewey-sized (so yes, we're talking "American" football, not what we call "soccer" here in the states). I had put their shoes with them on the bed as well so there'd be no mistake as to whose pile was whose. Besides, there's something about someone being naked or nearly naked but adding shoes that makes them seem almost more naked. I mean, being totally naked can say, "I'm a nudist," or, "I just got out of the shower," etc. But naked or almost naked with shoes says, "I'm naked because I want to be...because I have a plan in mind for this nakedness." It was more sexual...more sexy. Well, in my mind anyway. But I digress. Back to the piles of stuff.

In each pile was a youth jockstrap, of course. Six-year-old Dewey's was so tiny! The pouch was not even as big as my open mouth. I couldn't wait to see him in it – all of them.

Along with their gear to put on was one more pile – a football and some pieces of cotton rope. After the story I told them at lunch, it would be painfully obvious to anyone what I had in mind. "Why do we need to wear jockstraps just to toss a football around?" asked Reese, "And what's the rope for?" Okay, obvious to anyone but Reese, but I love him. "Don't you see?" answered Malcolm, "He wants us to tie him up and initiate him – abuse him like the football team did in that story he told us." Oh, Malcolm, I love you too!

"What's this thing?" I heard Dewey's high voice chirp, obviously talking about the wisp of material that was his jockstrap. "It's like underwear," said Reese. "Underwear?" asked Dewey. "Underwear for your peepee," answered Malcolm. "Ohhh," said Dewey. I heard a little shuffling as they must be donning them, then Dewey again: "Do you feel good in there, Pierre?" Huh? "Who's Pierre?" said Malcolm. "My peepee," piped Dewey. The little bugger – only Dewey would give his peepee a name. Well, maybe not only Dewey, but only Dewey would name it "Pierre." Where did he even get that?

I heard more shuffling with some plastic sounds – probably donning the helmets and shoulder pads now. Then I heard the bed springs – they must be sitting down to put on their shoes. I quickly tip-toed down the steps then blew my whistle loudly. Yes, I had put a whistle around my neck and donned a baseball cap that said "Coach" on it as well. "Well, buttwipes?" I yelled as loud and mean as I could. "What are you doing up there, buttwipes? What's taking you so long, buttwipes?"

"See? He's calling us `buttwipes,'" I heard Malcolm say in a half-whisper. There was a second of silence then Reese growled, "Let's get him!" "Yeah!" cried Dewey in a low, evil tone. Hehe! This was going to be fun! I jumped over to the couch and sat down just as I heard their shoed hooves racing down the steps. As I had rehearsed this in my head, I was all ready to chew them out and call them "buttwipes" a bunch more times, but the sight that met me took my breath away. I couldn't speak.

The sight of all three of them together was almost too much for my senses. I didn't know where to look. Reese had come in first, followed by Malcolm with Dewey trailing. As they stood before me in a line, Dewey was on my left, Reese on my right, with Malcolm in the middle. I'm not even sure how to start – one at a time or all three together?

Let's start with the jockstraps – blindingly white and impossibly little on their relatively small boy bodies. As I already said, there's something about being almost naked that's even sexier than being "nude." The jockstraps served to pull my eye to the center of their bodies, to that special place where the boyhood lies. It emphasized their crotch, saying, "I'm a man, a male, a boy – I got something important here in this package!" My cock rose to its full attention during the first few seconds that I stared at them.

You could definitely see a little bulge in each of them – Reese's even more so with his bigger, just-into-puberty boy package! Oh fuck, he is such a little hunk! Again, even though I had been able to see their dicks all weekend, there was something equally sexy about them being hidden by the pouches now – their beautiful, almost naked bodies with the sweetest parts covered by a thin shred of cotton. Would I get to unwrap the package? Would they rip it off in front of me? My mind was racing as my cock was raging.

And then the shoes – nothing at all from their barely covered crotches to their naked ankles, and then their clunky shoes looking so big on their smooth, naked young legs, and again, so sexy.

And now, up their gorgeous smooth legs, past their little white pouches, up their smooth narrow stomachs, pecs (wider for Reese, yum!) and to the shoulder pads. And the helmets. Oh fuck, it was so hot! For Dewey, especially, even though his stuff was the right size for him, the helmet and shoulder pads still looked so huge. It was almost comical, especially coupled with the fierce attitude he brought with it – his little scowling face and angry brown eyes almost lost in the big headgear. The same was true for Malcolm and Reese to a lesser degree. But aside from making them look that much more macho (for they were already macho little boys anyway) I think the helmets and big hard pads served to make them act even more macho. Just as I had dreamed, they were now ready to attack their nasty coach.

So this was my sight. Oh man! But as long as it just took me to describe, I took it all in in seconds, and it was only seconds before they spoke. "Stop calling us buttwipes!" It was Malcolm screaming at me, surprising me that he would take the lead and also at the level of his intense anger. "Yeah, YOU'RE the buttwipe!" screamed Reese. "Yeah, YOU'RE the buttwipe!" echoed Dewey as loud as he could.

I was taken aback by their anger. But then it was obviously acting as they got that "deer in the headlights" look, unable to think of what to do next. I had to take the lead. "But you ARE buttwipes!" I said. "Buttwipes, buttwipes, BUTTWIPES!" I was yelling now, starting to recover from the vision that had knocked me over when they entered the room. "You're the lousiest excuse for a football team I've ever seen," I continued, "you bunch of BUTTWIPES!"

A pause for a second and then, Reese: "GET HIM!" "YAAAA!" they all cried. Reese and Malcolm grabbed me by the arms and pulled me up to a standing position. "What are we going to do with him?" Reese asked Malcolm. "We have to tie him to something!" said Malcolm, and they led me through the door into the back half of the basement, little Dewey following and spanking my naked butt as we went – oh fuck!

I can't say that I resisted but even if I had wanted to, I couldn't have – I was too weak with lust and almost in disbelief at these boys acting out a fantasy for me in real life. It was surreal.

"Tie him to the table legs!" shouted Malcolm, looking at the lab table that served as an island for the wet bar. "Tie his hands up first!" said Reese. They tied my hands behind my back and shoved me down. They were a little bit forceful. I hoped I hadn't made a mistake. Still, I was rock-hard as they tied ropes around my chest together with the table legs. Not too tight though. So far so good. And then again, they just stopped and stood, not knowing what to do next, so again it was my turn.

"You bunch of buttwipes!" I shouted, "I'll get you for this you buttwipes! You can't do this to me! You'll never—" and then I was interrupted...interrupted as Reese stepped up and yanked the front of his jockstrap down and shoved his 12-year-old cock into my mouth. "Shut up and suck me!" he shouted. "You buttwipe!" he added. "Yeah, you buttwipe!" echoed Dewey. In only a few seconds, Reese's boyrod inflated to its full, hard 4 inches. My own was throbbing as much as his. This was so sexy!

Hey smashed his crotch against my face, gagging and suffocating me with his little manhood, and giving me a pain in the back as I was smashed against the table legs. Finally, after I heaved for the fifth time, he let up and pulled out. He just stood in front of me, his boy boner inches away from my face. I looked up to see him glaring down at me through his helmet, a wicked grin on his handsome 12-year-old face. My aching cock heaved with my chest as I struggled to get my breath.

"Let me have a turn!" cried Dewey, shoving Reese out of the way with his little arm. He had to stand up on my thighs and then tip toe to get his crotch near my face. Following Reese's lead, he yanked the front of his jockstrap down, hooked the elastic under his 6-year-old little balls and grabbed me by the hair. Then he pushed my head down to rub his toddler size peter in my face. "Suck my peepee, buttwipe!" he cried. Oh shit, my cock twitched. I willed myself not to cum yet. I obediently opened my mouth and slurped in his little boy jewels, cock and balls together. Then I hungrily sucked, making "mmm" noises as I did. As I sucked eagerly, I stuck my tongue out as far as I could and licked under his balls, catching a little of his perineum as I did. I felt his little peepee start to inflate so I pulled off and concentrated on that, bringing him to his full little boy 2 inch hardness. So sweet! Ahhh...

He sighed an audible sigh and almost breathless said, "Yeah, suck it, buttwipe," in his precious high young boy voice. This must have gone for a minute with my hums and Dewey's soft "oohs" and "ahhs" before Reese intervened to ramp things up again. "C'mon, Dewey, get him!" shouted Reese. Little Dewey was lost in his peepee pleasure but at Reese's yelling, he sort of woke up from it and got back into the game. "Yeah!" cried Dewey loudly, "lick my poopy hole now!" ("Poopy hole" – oh FUCK!) And he turned around. but even with Reese pushing my head down by the hair and Dewey almost trying to climb up my chest, I couldn't quite reach is little rosebud.

So Reese did something very sexy (as he always seems to do). He picked his little brother up and threw him over his shoulder, then smashed the little ass into my face. It is a very weird thing to have an ass seemingly suspended in the air just coming straight at you. And the fact that it was framed by the straps of the white jock made it 10 times hotter! Fuck, it was sexy! I still had to move my face around to get my tongue right between his softball size melons and find his opening. Oh man, so hot. I could rim a little boy for hours, or at least until my tongue cramped up. But it was hard to keep contact as Reese kept moving him around and pressing him more into my face, making it hard to breathe at times as well. So, I contented myself with just keeping my mouth open and sucking and licking whatever part came my way. But it was so hot – this little butt, the nastiness of it, the fact that the big brother was holding the little brother and ramming his brothers butt into my face – oh fuck!

And then Reese upped the level even again, as he put his hands on his little brother's tiny buttcheeks and pried them open for me, now pushing Dewey's precious white little pucker against my starving mouth. I licked, I sucked, I slurped, I stabbed. I was in ecstasy! And judging from the wiggling and vocal outbursts coming from him, Dewey was too.

This went on for minutes and I was wondering what happened to 11-year-old Malcolm, when I heard a low voice hiss, "It's my turn now." It rather scared me – the evilness of it. Reese and Dewey moved away and Malcolm stood there glaring at me like he could kill me. Then eat me. I couldn't help but notice that Reese had pulled his jock strap up but was obviously still at full hardness. Shit he looked hot! Dewey just stood there with his strap still hooked under his miniscule balls, his hard 2-incher proudly sticking straight out. The whole scene had me crazy – the helmets, the shoulder pads, the jocks, the shoes, the attitude... I shuddered.

"Tie him to the ottoman," Malcolm growled. His brothers gave him a weird look but then followed orders. I got the impression they had never seen this side of him either. In the other room was a coffee table sized ottoman. It was actually a padded leather box on wheels that I used to store blankets. Dewey wheeled it over while Reese untied my arms from the table. Malcolm just stood there, the team captain now. "You try to get away, BUTTWIPE," he hissed, "and we'll do WAY more worse things to you than what we're about to do!" I said nothing, but sheepishly walked the 2 steps over to the ottoman and waited for instructions. "On your back," said the captain.

I sat on the end of the ottoman then leaned back to lie down. First they put a rope under it, then tied my hands to each end of the rope. Then they tied a second rope around my waist. "Bring your knees up to your chest, buttwipe," Malcolm snarled. I opened my mouth to protest but thought better of it. With my knees up, Captain Malcolm had his runt-sized minions wrap another rope around me just behind my knees, leaving me immobile and very exposed. "You won't get away with this, you buttwipes!" I yelled. Oh shit, my cock had never been so hard! I had never been so excited. We all waited to see what Malcolm would say next. Dewey look almost frightened but Reese had an evil gleam in his eye. Then finally, "Beat his fuckin' ass!" yelled Malcolm.

Reese and Dewey wasted no time in starting to whack me, each taking a cheek with one hand. Thankfully, they kept it somewhat light, the same as I had done them – it gave me a pleasurable sting that made me even more horny. I noted that Reese still had his raging boner stretching out his white pouch; while Dewey had pulled his jockstrap back up over his now obviously deflated boy tool. But he definitely had a look of glee as he spanked my 22-year-old smooth ass.

Malcolm was still soft too. I could tell this as he was now standing at the end of the ottoman over my tilted back head. Then he put his hands on my sides and leaned down and started grinding his cloth-covered crotch in my face. He rubbed it up and down, back and forth. I breathed in deeply and opened my mouth to see if I could catch anything in it. I could feel his 2 inch dick start to harden up. Once it had turned from a limp green bean to a spike of hard asparagus, he pulled off of me to yank his size 10 jockstrap down, then forced his 3-incher into my mouth.

He started moving it in and out. He was fucking me! I started whimpering and shaking as I stretched my neck, trying to meet his sexy boy thrusts. "Not yet, buttwipe," he said after a minute, "you don't get to cum yet." Then he stepped over me and climbed on top, squeezing himself between my knees and my chin, then setting himself right down on my face. Again, it was so incredibly sexy to watch it coming at me, emphasized by the white straps encircling his sweet cheeks. "Now wipe my butt, buttwipe!" and he giggled. A second later, Dewey giggled as well. By this time, Malcolm was already writhing around on my face and also flexing his butt, trying to keep his hole open. Oh fuck oh shit OH FUCK!!! I was almost in tears, such was the level of my lustful pleasure. Malcolm's ass was so sweet. I sucked, I stabbed, I lapped. I did everything I could to get him open and get my tongue up his boy-shoot, tongue-fucking him for all I was worth. He was my boy-god and his asshole was his center. I would serve.

Then Reese stopped spanking me as he hit the floor in laughter: "Wipe my butt, buttwipe! I get it!" he said, "That's funny!" It was just as well because even though I was still getting pleasure from being stimulated there, the pain was building up. But Dewey then did an amazing thing that almost overwhelmed my senses. Instead of staying on my right buttcheek where we was, he moved his little hand to the middle. Now, remember, I was totally exposed, my knees tied against my chest, my buttocks spread open for all to see. Yes. He was SPANKING ME RIGHT ON MY BUTTHOLE!!!!!!!

Oh, oh, oh, OH!!! I thought I was going to faint, have a heart attack, explode, I don't know! And yet, I couldn't help but flex my hole as I tried to keep it open, trying to up this unreal stimulation even more. And as I did, I started to cry, almost literally, but definitely audibly into Malcolm's tight ass. "Aha, aha, aha!" I cried, somewhat muffled, my mouth deep between his 2 white grapefruit-size melons. All of a sudden he jumped off of me and turned his gaze toward Reese who was still on the floor. "Fuck his face!" shouted Captain Malcolm.

As you know, Reese didn't have to be told twice. In a flash, I felt his still rock hard fuck-stick barreling all the way down. There was an audible "splat" as his stomach slammed against my face, then the sound of me gagging and choking on his 4-inch tool. Mercifully, he pulled out halfway to give me a slight break before ramming home again. This was insane! Dewey's little hand smacking my open asshole was enough alone to put me over the edge, not just that it felt so hot, but that I knew it was a cute little 6-year-old in a jock strap and football helmet and pads who was gleefully doing it to me. Then seeing Malcolm out of the corner of my eye, also in helmet and shoulder pads, supervising and giving the orders, his boy crotch enclosed in the blinding white jockstrap just a foot from my face. And then I could look up and see hot Little Man Reese, looking down at me through his sexy football helmet as well, his eyes on fire, his face contorted in mad lust. I could feel the cloth of his size 12 cotton jock brush against my cheeks as he continued to ram his cock in and out of my ravenous throat.

Oh shit, I had never felt anything like this! Yes, he had fucked my throat before but never in this position. My head was hanging off the end of the ottoman, tilted back, making a perfectly straight channel from the opening of my mouth right into my throat. Did Malcolm already know about this position? Was it something he had seen on the internet maybe? Never mind, young Reese was taking advantage of it and fucking my hot mouth like a pussy, taking long stokes, pulling out till the head was just at my sucking lips, then ramming back in. He was relentless and the sounds of my sucking and gagging, the feel of him in my mouth and against my face, the sight of him as I looked up, it was too much. My head was spinning. I had never felt a sensation like it. And the fact that I was immobilized, the fact that he had the power to brutally use me the way he was, Dewey too...it all served to make my cock start pulsing in pending orgasm. There's nothing that gets me off more than the thought that I am making guys crazy; and then the noises they make that confirm it.

Young Reese was obviously loving it as well, not only judging by his scrunched up face, but he started making sounds also, "Uh, uh, uh..." he grunted with each hard thrust into me. It pushed me over the top and I joined him in similar, but even more intense sounds.

"Uh-huh! Uh-huh! Uh-huh!" I was actually crying in sobs now, tears coming down my face caused mainly by Reese's brutality on it. Reese yelled, "Dewey get closer!" Then I heard a cracking sound. Then again, and again, every time he rammed his fuck-stick in me. He must be crashing his helmet into Dewey's helmet now with each thrust. Add to that the sound of Dewey spanking my hole, plus my own sobs, gags, gurgles, and slurps, not to mention the slapping sound as Reese continued to slam his stomach against my mouth. Then Malcolm started smacking his fists on his own shoulder blades. "Yeah, buttwipe, you're getting just what you deserve!" he shouted. "MMM-HMM!" I cried, my mouth full of Reese dick. "Smack him, Dewey!" cried Malcolm. "Fuck him, Reese!" he screamed. "HHHHMMMM!!!" I screamed too, amid my almost convulsive other noises.

We all continued in this frenzy for another loud minute as I wondered how long I could last. I knew Reese wouldn't last much longer, and then: "Oh shit! Oh shit! Oh shit!" he cried, "I'm cumming!!!!" And this time, he didn't remember to pull back and let me taste it. No, he rammed at me with such force I thought I was going to end up swallowing his whole body. I strained at my bonds, trying to wiggle and get myself to cum as I felt Reese's sexy powerful thrusts and throbbing in my throat as meanwhile, Dewey ramped up the spanking on my hole, going harder and faster.

And then, I felt a hand. A young hand. On my cock. Grabbing. Jacking. OH FUUUUCCCCKKKK!!!!!!! MALCOLM WAS JACKING ME OFF!!!! AAAHHHHHH!!!!!!!! My mouth full of dick, unable to really breathe, I stopped sucking on Reese and with barely any air, screamed like I had rabies. "EEEEEEEEEOOOOWWWWW!!!!" I cried, my body convulsing, the ropes digging in to my wrists, waist, and knees as I strained at them. And then my 6-inch-cock went off in young Malcolm's little hand. I must have shot a gallon of cum as he kept jacking me up and down. I felt it hit my face, I heard it splat against Reese's chest. I felt... I heard... ...

"Uncle Jay! Uncle Jay!" Someone was shaking me. Had I been dreaming? I opened my eyes to see 3 football helmeted faces staring down at me with concern. "Uncle Jay, are you alright?" cried Malcolm. "You fainted, Uncle Jay!" said Reese. "Again," he added. I could feel my feet on the floor; my untied hands had been placed on my stomach. "How long was I out?" I asked. "Like 5 minutes!" exclaimed Reese. "Yeah," forever!" echoed little Dewey. "Twenty-eight seconds," said Malcolm, "so are you okay?" he looked really worried.

"That was...," I struggled to get my breath and get myself together, "That was the most incredible experience of my life!" I said, "maybe the strongest orgasm I've ever had too!" I exclaimed as I smiled, especially at Malcolm. They all three let out a sigh of relief. "Yeah," said Reese, "you got cum on me again." "Me too," said Malcolm, holding up his sticky hand. "I didn't get any cum on me," said Dewey. "Well here, Dewey," said Reese as he grabbed a giggling Dewey and lifted him up into a hug, spreading my cum from his stomach to Dewey's. Reese was laughing too, and then he pretended to be trying to kiss little Dewey, their facemasks loudly bumping together as he made loud smooching sounds.

"I know what," I said, sitting up, quickly recovering. "Let's do what they do after a real football game: Let's hit the showers!" "Yay!!" they all cried and we trotted to the bathroom, helmets, and shoulder pads being shed along the way. I adjusted the water as they finished stripping, then they all stepped into the big shower – it was the size of a small walk-in closet. There was a bottle of body wash attached to the wall. I told everybody to put 2 big globs of it on them and spread it around. Then I got down on my knees to be closer to their height and pulled them to me. We all just rubbed our slippery, soapy bodies against each other while our hands rubbed up and down each other's backs and butts. I was too tired to do anything else overtly sexual tonight but I quickly realized that we could have a lot of future fun in this shower. Besides, I was rubbing my naturally smooth man chest against three little naturally smooth boy chests; all the while feeling little hands moving in and out of my buttcrack! What more could I want?

And aside from being tired, I was feeling a little hungry. Now having my own pad, I was determined to become a cook and had decided I would try my hand at making chili for dinner. I should probably get that started soon. And after my fifth orgasm of the day at the hands of these hot little fuckers, I think I would finally be able to focus on something else for a couple of hours. I pulled each of them to me one at a time to give them a big long kiss which they eagerly returned. `I love you guys," I said. "We love you too!" they replied. And then, it was a group hug, as the warm water rained down on us, soothing our smooth, young, sex-tired bodies. Like I said: tired, but happy.

Coming in Chapter 15 – Burning Butts and Washed Out Guts

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