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 16 An Itch You Can't Scratch

So, I had just had a crying, screaming orgasm from Reese fucking my mouth while I was trying to hold my enema. Fuck, what freaky shit! (And no, I didn't mean a pun this time.) Now we were all gathered together around the toilet where I was sitting as the boys comforted me as I came down from my insane cum. And, we all realized that despite getting enemas, our buttholes still itched and burned. I figured that one enema wasn't enough to get rid of the chili pepper coming through us. And it wasn't going to help with the inflammation from the hot stuff either. So...what to do next?

"I think...I think," I said, "that it's going to take another enema to get all the chili pepper out of our butts." "Oh, man," said Dewey, "I wanna play video games!" "Another enema?" said Malcolm, "I don't know if I want another enema." "Are you gonna suck us first like you did before?" said Reese, clearly ready for anything that would give his crotch area a good feeling. "Of, course, Little Man," I said. "Then I'm ready!" he answered with a gleam in his eye. "Nnnnoooooo!" 6-year-old Dewey whined. "I don't know," said Malcolm. "Look, guys," I said, "I know how you feel. As much as part of me got very horny from what we just did, it was weird too. I mean, part of me would like to do it again maybe sometime in the future. Part of me would rather just go on with our day and play. But there are two truths that you can't deny: One, is that you did like it – once I got you hard, you stayed hard the whole time. And the other truth is that we are all very uncomfortable and we're gonna be this way for hours. So it would be much better to take 15 minutes and do something about it now and get it done –then we'll feel great the rest of the day and have a lot of fun!"

"Oh...okay," said Malcolm, now convinced. And we all looked at Dewey. "Okay," he said, defeated. "Yay!" said Reese, and he led the way as we all trooped to the bathroom downstairs. As soon as we entered the room, Reese, whose dick was already at half-mast, gave me a look as if to say, "Well?" So I immediately sat down on the toilet and took his waiting cock in my mouth. I swear, it was almost as if he had shoved it into me – it got hard in a split-second, the head banging down my throat and causing me to gag. He just giggled as I pulled off of him. "Next!" I said as before. Again, this idea of boys lining up to get sucked made me shudder in horniness, although my cock stayed tame at the moment. I was still recovering from the super-intense orgasm I had had moments ago. Little Malcolm stepped up and offered me his soft 2-incher, which, within a minute grew to its hard, proud 3-inches of beauty.

As I sucked the boys to hardness, I couldn't help but fantasize again of the baseball team of 8 to 10 year olds, only this time, instead of naked by my pool, I pictured us in the dugout, where they lined up and either pulled down their pants to get sucked or just unzipped and pulled their tiny morsels through the fly of their sexy, tight baseball pants. "Hmmm," I said out loud as I was now smashing my face into little Dewey's bare stomach. I soon felt his tiny peepee grow in my mouth and then throb in its awesome 2 inch glory. Oh fuck!

Tearing myself away from his bald little crotch, I got up and got the enema bottles out of the trash, quickly cleaned them off and filled them with warm water. Then I filled up the large enema bag I had purchased. I saw the boys disappear from the mirror as I was about done. When I turned around, my heart stopped. There they were – back in position – knees against their shoulders, hands on their waists, elbows on the floor and their hot, white, little asses shoved high up into the air. Their rock-hard little cocks were pointed down at their handsome faces. I sucked in my breath and fell back against the vanity at the sight. Honestly, I think my mouth actually watered. I mean, I was so into rimming, and here was this sight of three rimmable butts, so, maybe I truly was having a Pavlovian reaction to their three exposed little holes! I can't say for sure; but my fuck-stick was definitely reacting, rising up to its full, hard 6 inches in a matter of seconds. "C'mon, Uncle Jay," it was the cute, high voice of 6-year-old Dewey, "I want to play."

"You want to play?" I thought, "Uncle Jay wants to play too." And then I had an evil thought, well, at least a lustful one. Yes, my cock was hard and aching now so I was thinking from the groin again. "Boys," I said, "I need you to get closer together so I can monitor you better." (Yeah, here I was making up medical sounding shit again to manipulate them into my horny desires.) Dewey was in the middle, and without questioning it, Reese and Malcolm shimmied over to their little brother until they were all touching. I mean, their butts were all lined up and touching each other! Oh fuck! Oh SHIT what a SIGHT! MAN! I was panting now, already. But I wasn't done yet. "No, not like that," I said, trying to hold myself together and sound normal, "Malcolm, and Reese, I need you to come around to the side so the three of you make a triangle." "Huh?" said Reese, but Malcolm was already shifting around on his shoulders and elbows, his little ass wiggling as he came around and made an angle of his ass with Dewey's. "Okay, Reese," I said, "now just shift over until your butt is between Dewey's and Malcolm's." "Okay," he said, and again, I perved on watching his hot, tight butt move back and forth as he shimmied over until they were all touching. Oh fuck! It was too much. But then, it still wasn't enough. I had to get them level – yes, I had to create the perfect picture for my sick brain.

"Okay, Dewey," I said, "lean against your brothers and move in, getting your butt up as high as you can." He did and his butt came up a good 3 inches. "Okay, now Reese," I said, sounding like a director blocking a play, "move your shoulders out 3 inches...a little more...stop, perfect! And now Malcolm, you more out 2 inches...that's good. Awesome, everybody!" And it was. It was more than awesome. It was more than I had ever imagined. I had never, I mean, never, ever, ever in my entire life seen anything so spectacular – not in nature, not in a movie, not in sex. I had never seen it for real, never seen it on the internet, never even fantasized about it. And here it was. A triangle of little boy butts – smooth, white, hot, tight, perky, pert, soft, sweet, and they posed for me like this in all innocence! My mind was reeling, I mean, I wasn't sure that I wasn't about to slip over into insanity. And yet, if this was the way to insanity, then stop the train and let me on board!

And yet, I still wasn't done! Moving on to what must be a PhD. In perviness, I had yet another base, lewd idea. "Okay, now, boys," I said, breathless. "In order to get the enema tube in easier, I need you to relax your holes. It's like an exercise. Just keep flexing them open and closed and try to keep them open as much as you can." How I was able to form words at this point, I don't know. I guess my horniness was just so strong as to fill my body with adrenaline and keep my mouth moving somehow. And fuck –they did it! FUCK! FUCK! FUCK! There they were, smashed together, almost like one, fused, brother-butt with 6 beautiful cheeks and 3 beyond belief holes, obscenely opening and closing for my horny eyes. Oh, to have a picture. But then, it was an image that would be burned into my memory forever.

My head was spinning, my vision was about to go. I fell to me knees, crashing to the floor and grabbed the vanity as tightly as I could with my left arm. "Oh shit, boys!" I cried, as I grabbed my madly aching cock with my right hand. "I can't stand it, oh FUCK I CAN'T STAND IT!" And I started wildly jacking my sensitive cock. "Oh boys," I said, between pants..."If you could see what I see"...pant... "you are all so beautiful"... pant... "and looking at your butts like that!"... "and I love you so much!"... gasping for breath... "I love your insides!"... almost crying now... "and your outsides!"... barely able to stay vertical... "and I love you for letting me look at you like this"... "Man, you're a sick perve," said Malcolm, but as with Reese, he didn't say it with judgment, just stating a fact. "I know, I know!" I cried, and I was virtually overcome with tears now... "But he's a FUN perve," added Reese, helpfully. "What's a perve?" chimed little Dewey. "It's someone who goes crazy from looking at little boys' butts!" I cried, and then it hit. "UUUURRRGGGGHHHHHAAAAHHHHH!!!!!!" I let out a terrifying scream as my cock started to spew. It made all three of the boys jump. But they really couldn't go anywhere in the position they were in.

I had never cum so quickly in my life, especially after just having shot a few minutes before. But I had never been so horny before – never had such an insanely lustful sight to look at and make me so sex-crazy! "YYYEEEEOOOWWWW!!!!" I screamed again, an Indian war-cry now as my primal self came to the surface. It wasn't a big load as it was freshly made, but it landed on all of their butts, making me even that much more horny. "OH FUCK OH FUCK OH FUCK OH SHIT!!" I cried. "SSSSHHHIIIITTTTT!!!!!" I screamed at the top of my lungs. "UH-HUH, UH-HUH, UH-HUH," I yelled, in a grunting cry over and over as I wheezed and gasped for breath in between.

And then, at the moment my cock made its last frantic pulse, I let go of it and was immediately on them. I lunged down, and wrapping my arms around all three of their butts together, I licked up all my cum as I sucked on their buttcheeks and lapped at their gaping holes. Now it was them who cried. "EEEEEEE!!!" screamed Dewey in his impossibly high, glass breaking screams as my pointed tongue stabbed at his tight little winker. "AAAHHHH!!!! SHIT!" cried Malcolm as I lapped and slurped and tongue fucked his pure white, sweet, opening. "FUCK! FUCK! FUCK! FUCK!!!" shouted Reese as I rammed my tongue up his open shoot and fucked it in and out, driving him nuts. I was in a frenzy from their animalistic, macho noises and I quickly went in circles around the brother-boy-ass, working my tongue in ways that drove them into ecstasy.

"Oh fuck!" I cried myself as I finally and reluctantly stopped my mad assault on their little behinds. "Guys," I said, panting, "I could rim you all day but I don't want you to cum yet or you won't enjoy the enemas." I grabbed the first one and lubed it up. I decided I'd start with Malcolm this time. "Open up, Sunshine," I said, as I placed the tip on his little raisin. It went in quickly and easily, his hole already relaxed from the rimming. Dewey, next, and he sucked in his breath then let it out with a sigh as the long, thin tube disappeared totally into his poop shoot. Then Reese who moaned and hummed as the little tube made its journey all the way into his hot ass. Man! It was so hot seeing them like that, butts together, all three plugged up with a bottle sticking out of them. Oh fuck!

I went back to Malcolm and started to squeeze. "Ah!" he cried and looking down, I could see his eyes bulge out in shock. "What's wrong?" I cried, "Is it too hot?" "Uh...uh...no," he said, "it's a little hot, it...actually, if feels fuckin' awesome," he said, his little boy cocklett throbbing. "I guess it just surprised me. Keep going!" So, I squeezed the rest of the water into him. Leaving the bottle in, I went right to Dewey and slowly squeezed. "Ooh! Ooh! Ooh!" he cried. "You okay, Cowboy?" I asked. "Yeah," he said, trying to get his breath, "it's good." And I squeezed the rest of the hot water into him. Reese next. "Oh fuck!" he cried, "man, that's nice! It never felt like this when Mom did it!" I finished the bottle into him and then Malcolm said, "I think I could take another one." "Me too!" echoed Reese enthusiastically. "Dewey, do you want any more?" I said. Shoot, I felt like the waitress at the diner taking orders. "I'm good," answered little Dewey, panting, and obviously happy. His little, rock-hard two inch rod also bespoke of his current happiness.

I eased the tube out of young Malcolm's tight ass and refilled it with warm water. I slowly inserted the tube again and started squeezing as I went. "Ohh, ohh, aaahhhhh," he swooned. The bottle now empty, I asked him if he wanted more. "No, I'm good," he said with a lustful sigh, his blue eyes glowing, and his 3-inch peepee flexing in bliss. I did the same in turn with Reese whose moans of lustful pleasure were louder than his brothers. "I can take one more!" he said, and of course I obliged. "Oh, yeah!" he cried, "give it to me baby!" Oh fuck, he was so hot! The horny little, hormone-raging bugger! "Yeah, take it, Little Man!" I said, mixing my hot talk with his among the general ooh's, ahh's, and sighs of lust filling the room.

When I was done with Reese, I noticed that my own cock was hard as well. I don't remember it getting hard again. Or did it never go down after I jacked off onto their unbelievably hot asses? Was that possible? Anyway, I grabbed the enema bag and filled it with warm water for myself. "Sorry, Reese," I said, "but I'm going to go ahead and give myself one now so we can get this done. Plus, if I have another orgasm right now like the last two I just had, my cock might break off." "Okay," he squeezed out the word between his lustful hums and groans.

I hung the bag on the towel rack and easily put the bulbous end of the tube up my ass. I was no stranger to things up my ass, including dick. Although I preferred sucking, which was just as well since I could never find many guys who were into buttfucking. I released the clip and got down on my hands and knees, then down on my shoulders, my butt sticking up high in the air. "Oh fuck!" I cried, as the warm, almost hot water started filling me up. My cock was throbbing. "See?" said Reese. "Oh, fuck, yeah!" I answered as the warm water flowed over my prostate, giving me an intense sexual feeling I had never experienced before. "Ahhh... hmmmm..." my moans and sighs joined in with the boys.

As soon as I was full, I got up and stopped the flow, then took the bottles out of the little boy asses. I remained standing over them and hoped they could hold their water a long time, as the sight before me was one I wanted to leer at forever. I took the tube out of my butt and gently rubbed my cock, not too much as I was close to cumming again and I didn't want to yet. But fuck, I mean, FUCK! I've already described the sight of their three butts joined as one, but man, it was... it made me want to cry, I mean, it was so phenomenally fantastic! I felt like I was probably looking down on something no man on earth had ever seen before; as if I had made some great discovering, or been the first to reach the top of the highest mountain and look down upon the other side. OH FUCK, FUCK, FUCK-FUCK-FUCK!!!!!!!!!!!!!

But nothing lasts forever and among my moans of lust began a bit of gurgling noises and a few slight moans of pain from the coming cramps. "Boys," I said, having yet one more idea to put a kinky twist on things, "let's let it out all together in the shower." I don't know why, I just wanted to do something different – to milk everything I could out of this wicked, wild experience. "In the shower?!" said Malcolm. "Why not?" I said, "It's just going to be water." "Okay," said Malcolm, "I'm getting close." "Me too," said Reese. "Me three," echoed Dewey.

Oh man, I had to let go of my cock before I shot, and yet, when I did, it still flexed up and down by itself, straining to release the tension of a third load already this morning. I was granted another minute of bliss as I looked past my throbbing member onto the beautiful, six-cheeked brother-boy-butt beneath me. And then, "That's it!" said Reese. "Me too!" cried Malcolm, and they both just somersaulted backwards onto their butts and stood up. As they moved, little Dewey fell down onto his back and then stood up abruptly as well. We all charged into the shower and I quickly closed the door. "Okay," I said, "on the count of three" (and they counted with me, giggling): "one, two, THREE!"

Fuck, it sounded like a waterfall. And fuck, it made me so horny. There's just something that gets me about anything coming out of these hunky little boys whether it be cum, pee, or water from their tight little holes! Fuck, it was a horny sound – and sight – seeing the water pour down out of their asses and hit the shower floor with a loud "splat!" We were all laughing, then everybody squatted, working to get the last bit out. Finally, we each ended up in a corner of the shower, energy spent as we panted and gently played with our still hard cocks. Occasionally, someone would push out a little more water that was left in him and we'd watch it run out from under him and roll down the drain.

"This is so sick," said Malcolm, right after he himself had released a bit of his butt water. "I know, isn't it great!" cried Reese, straining to poop out yet more liquid. Finally, all emptied, we just lingered there in our positions, still recovering from the lustful events of the morning so far. I think, had we been sitting on something warm and soft instead of the cold, hard shower, we might even have drifted off to sleep.

"Okay, guys," I said, finally, "let's get cleaned up." I started the water and we more or less got in a circular "conga line," each one washing the butt of the person in front of him. I got on my knees and washed Dewey's butt, Dewey washed Reese's, Reese washed Malcolm, and Malcolm washed me. Man, it felt so awesome feeling his delicate, 11-year-old hands probing over and over in between my cheeks! Shit! "Get up in between the legs and do the balls as well," I said, "anything that was in contact with the shower floor." And as I delighted in rubbing all over Dewey's tiny balls and crotch, I doubly delighted at the feeling of Malcolm's soapy hands rubbing all over mine. Man, this day is a constant train of sexual thrills! We kept washing each other way beyond the point of getting each other clean. No one was complaining. But eventually, my knees got tired of being on the hard tile. "Okay," I said, standing up, "now the legs." So we did each other's legs, and while not as overtly sexual as the butt to ball washing, any contact I could have with any smooth boyskin was bliss, and the slippery soapiness of my hands made it even more blissful. Ahhhh...

I finished us off by taking the shower nozzle and hose off its holder and putting it under each boy's butt and rinsing his hole, the hard spray of water giving them yet another new sexual thrill on their tight little puckers. Reese wanted to do me, and he took his time, thrilling me with the feel of the water as well as the thought that it was him giving it to me. Ahhh, so hot!

Finally, I decided we were done and I reluctantly turned off the water. Although it was not with total reluctance because I was ready to flop onto something soft for a while, having literally spent all morning on bathroom floors. As we dried off, I noticed that Malcolm and Dewey were starting to go soft, but my dick was still pointing to the sky; as was Reese's. The horny little fucker!

I also noticed that I still had an uncomfortable sensation in my anus. I didn't want to say anything to the boys, because I wanted to see what they would say on their own. But as I tried to process the feeling, it seemed that the burning was gone, but I was still itching back there. In fact, as for the first time in quite a while, I didn't have some overtly sexual escapade going on to distract me, I found that I was really itching – intensely itching. I noticed that Dewey was spending a lot of time rubbing the towel between his little cheeks. Reese too. Then Malcolm: "Man, my butthole is still itching like crazy!" he cried. "Mine, too!" said Reese. "Mine three!" said Dewey. "I'm about to put my finger up my butt and scratch it," Reese said. "Ewww," said Malcolm. "Well, it's better than feeling like this all day," said Reese, "Anyway, I can't stand it!" "I know," I added. "I think the enema did wash out all the pepper, but we're still sort of inflamed, you know. We're sore from how the pepper burned us."

"Well what are we going to do?" asked Malcolm. "I don't want to stick my finger up my ass," he said. "What if it was someone else's finger?" I asked, and actually, instead of looking horrified, he seemed to relax at the thought of not having to use his own finger. "Or..." I said. ("No, DON'T SAY IT!" I screamed to myself inside my head. But it was too late. I was thinking with my cock now. The horny train had already left the station.) "Or..." I said, plunging ahead with something that could really freak them out – maybe even send them running home, "there's something that can go in a butt that feels a whole lot better than a finger." I paused a moment and let that sink in. "What?" said eager Reese. "You see," I continued, "a finger is all hard and bony and pointy, with a fingernail on the end. It's really not made to be the best thing to put up inside a butt. What you want is something smooth and round and spongy, something that's stiff enough to force in, but soft enough to feel nice at the same time. "Oh NO!" cried Malcolm, rolling his eyes. "What? What?!" cried Reese, looking at me, then Malcolm with that precious, confused, dumb look on his face. "He wants to fuck us!" yelled Malcolm, and then he started past me for the door.

I grabbed him and pulled him to me in a hug. Yes, I knew Malcolm well enough already to know that in his neediness for affection he found it hard to resist a hug from me. I felt him start to melt into me. "Now Malcolm," I said gently, my arms wrapped around his naked back, "do you really think I would ever force you, or even try hard to talk you in to doing something you didn't really want to do?" "No," he said, and I felt him totally relax. "Okay, then," I replied and I kissed him on top of the head and stepped back from him. "I'm not going to fuck anybody," I said. "I'm too big for boys your age. But you guys can fuck each other."

"What's fuck?" asked little Dewey. "Gosh, Dewey," said Malcolm, "you hear us use that word like 100 times a day!" "Yeah, but I don't know what it means," said Dewey. "It's when somebody puts their hard peepee inside somebody's butthole, or a girl's pussy and goes in and out with it until they get that good feeling," I answered. "Oh," said Dewey, "does it hurt?" "Yeah, does it hurt?" echoed Reese.

"Well, it will be like the enema tube going in, only fatter. It may hurt a little, but then once it's all the way in, you just stay completely still, and your hole gets used to it. Then it starts to feel really good – especially when our holes are driving us crazy with this itching. Honest, this is the best way I can think of to scratch the itch." Of course, I hadn't tried to think of any other ways and I wasn't planning to.

"So then, who gets to fuck who?" asked Reese, his boycock still hard and proud. "Well, you can fuck Malcolm," I said, "and Malcolm can fuck you and Dewey. "I'm not letting him fuck me!" cried Malcolm, almost screaming. "PLEASE!!!" cried Reese. And Reese WAS screaming. "I gotta fuck you! I gotta know what that feels like, PLEASE! I'll do ANYTHING! You can fuck me a hundred times! I'll even suck your dick!" And with that, he dropped to his knees, grabbed his younger brother by the ass and smashed his face into him as he slurped Malcolm's soft two-incher into his mouth. OH FUCK! I practically fainted, crashing down to my knees and grabbing the sink for support. "Get off me, you fag!" cried Malcolm, and shoved Reese so hard, he fell completely backwards onto the floor. But I noticed that Malcolm's little cocklett was about half hard already.

"I'm not a fag!" said Reese, "Uncle Jay, am I a fag?" "No," I said, barely able to speak, "you're just a young boy with so many sex hormones going through your body that you will try anything with anyone to make your body feel good." Oh fuck, I was still on my knees and gasping for air from what I had just witnessed. "See?" said Reese, "I'm not a fag – it's just my sexy hormones." Malcolm just rolled his eyes.

"Wait a minute," said Reese. "How come Malcolm gets to fuck two people and I only get to fuck once?" Here we go – fucking sibling rivalry. "Because Malcolm will last a lot longer than you so he can fuck one boy half the time, then finish in the other boy. Besides, you're way too big for Dewey." That seemed to satisfy him, and the fact that I complimented his cock size helped.

I stood myself up and turned to Malcolm. I could see the wheels turning behind his blue eyes. I think he was going to agree. Remember, Malcolm is not at all into puberty yet, so no "sexy hormones" raging through him. Yet, the roleplay we did revealed he likes to be the alpha dog. I think the idea of him getting to fuck both his brothers, to make them both "his bitch," especially the older, bigger, more muscular Reese, would appeal to him. I was right.

"Okay," he said. "WHAT?!" said Reese, barely able to contain himself. "Okay, you can fuck me. And I get to fuck you and Dewey. But don't cum in my ass! If you cum in my ass, I'm going to kill you!" "Oh Malcolm, I gotta cum in your ass. I gotta!" "Then the deal's OFF!" shouted Malcolm. "Oh, Malcolm, PLEASE!" and he dropped to his knees again, but Malcolm stepped back and covered his still half-hard dick with his hands. "Reese!" I shouted. "If it gets things done, just pull out of Malcolm when you're ready to cum and you can put it in me and cum in my ass." "Really?!" asked Reese, looking at me in disbelief as if I had just crowned him King of the World. "Oh, THANK YOU!" he cried, and slammed against me in an incredibly tight embrace. "Reese..." I said, "can't...breathe..." "Oh, sorry," he replied, and he let go. "It's okay," I said, and I grabbed the box of tissues and the tube of KY jelly and we walked out to the family room.

It was no surprise to anyone that Reese blurted out, "Can I go first, PLEASEEEE?" as he looked at Malcolm. Malcolm knew it was pointless to argue. "Let's get it over with," he said. But there was a twinkle in his eyes as well. Malcolm was not totally adverse to trying new pleasurable things in his sex region. They both looked at me. I had to pause a moment. I had been so busy talking and getting the boys to the point of fucking each other, that I hadn't yet really thought about the gravity of what was about to happen – the line we were all about to cross. These three hot brothers were about to fuck each other!!! And I was about to watch!!!

I took a deep breath, trying to steady myself, both mentally and physically. My aching cock was as hard as it had ever been. "Okay," I said, "Malcolm, like down on your back." And he did. Oh fuck! It was really going to happen! His little cock was still plumped up, and I got down on the mattress next to him and sucked him into my mouth. It only took about 10 seconds to get him fully hard and proud. Hmmm. "Okay, Reese," I said, taking a deep breath. "Let me lube you up." We were all dead quiet. Things seemed to be moving in slow motion. It was like we were in some ritual – some ceremony as he slowly walked over to me and I saw my hand slowly bringing the lube up to his 4-inch erection. I squirted a liberal amount on him, then spread it around – gently so as to not arouse him and make him cum too soon. He was breathing hard and had his eyes closed.

"Listen, Reese," I said. "Hmmm?" he said, as if some place far away. "Reese, look at me!" I said, and he opened his eyes. "You know, if you hurt Malcolm, he will shove you off of him and that will be it. You've got to go slow," I said. "You've got to push only when he says push and stop when he says stop. Do you understand?" "Yes, I will," answered Reese. "Promise?" said Malcolm. "I promise," Reese replied. Again, having to take a deep breath as I thought about where this was going, I put one more final, big glob of KY jelly right on the tip of his hard cock. "Okay, Malcolm," I said, "bring your knees up to your chest." Oh fuck, did I really just hear that come out of my mouth? Saying that to an 11-year-old??? Malcolm did it. I squeezed a big glob of the lube right onto his tight hole. Fuck oh fuck oh shit!

"Okay, Reese," I said, "now, get down on top of him and let his ankles rest on your shoulders." Oh man, seeing him get into that position – if that wasn't the hottest thing ever, I don't know what was. Another deep breath now as the words slowly formed in my brain. "Okay," I said, "now just touch the tip of your cock to his hole and push against it but don't push it in. Wait for him to open up for you. Now Malcolm, just push out like you're trying to take a crap and that will open you up." Malcolm made a face and then they both let out a loud gasp – and I did too as I saw Reese's cock go halfway in!!! Oh fuck! Never, I mean, never would I have fantasized that I would actually see something like this in a billion, trillion, zillion years. I was almost crying again from the sheer magnitude of it. FUCK!

"Just... just... just let me get used to it a minute," Malcolm squeezed out the words between his pants of lust. He was still rock-hard. "Okay," Reese somehow managed to say. He too, was panting in lust, nearly lost in this other-worldly sex scene. I was sitting cross-legged like an Indian now, my face less than 2 feet from Malcolm's ass. Wanting a better view, little Dewey came over and sat down in my lap, stimulating me even more. Now, I had a bare little ass pressing against my hard cock and a naked little boy-bod to rub and squeeze in my lust.

"Okay," grunted Malcolm, "push," And FUCK! I watched Reese's cock go the rest of the way into his younger brother until it totally disappeared, Reese's bald crotch now obscenely pressed against little Malcolm's hairless, pre-pubescent ass. They both gasped. Malcolm grabbed the sheet with his fists. Reese had a contorted expression of lust on his face that was already dripping with sweat. "Wow..." sighed Dewey. My cock throbbed against his little butt as I too, let out a lustful sigh. I reached around and started tickly Dewey's soft, tiny peepee.

"Oh man," said Malcolm, his head moving from side to side. "How do you feel, Malcolm?" I asked. "Full!" he cried, but with a lustful, animal tone to his voice. "Can I move yet?" asked Reese, tense with horniness. "Just... just give me another minute," answered Malcolm. "Reese, you doing okay?" I asked. "Oh man!" he squeezed out between lustful gasps, "it feels awesome! Tight and warm!" Oh fuck, I think just hearing that and watching this scene, I had to be every bit as horny as young Reese with his cock fully buried in his young brother's tight ass. "Okay," grunted Malcolm. "Okay, what?" said Reese urgently. There was a pause from Malcolm and then, "Fuck me."

OH SHIT! I very nearly came all over Dewey's back when I heard those words. FUCK! I couldn't stand it! Somehow, remembering to be gentle, Reese slowly pulled about halfway out, then slowly pushed back in all the way. "Uhhhh!" Malcolm sucked in his breath and his eyes got wide. "You okay?" said Reese as he stopped. "Yeah," sighed Malcolm, "just keep going – keep going just like that." Reese didn't need to be told twice. Out he slowly pulled again, revealing two inches of his dime-thick cock. Then back in. He kept that up over and over, groans, moans, and sighs from both of them punctuating his thrusts. Dewey and I moaned along with them, his sweet little morsel totally hard now as I continued to play with it.

"Yeah!" cried Malcolm, "faster!" OH FUCK! And Reese sped up the tempo, his mighty boy-ass muscles flexing with each thrust. It was a magnificent sight. And as he sped up his powerful thrusts, the smacking sounds of stomach hitting ass were added, as were the more intense groans and cries of Reese and Malcolm. Still, twirling my fingers over Dewey's sweet center, I grabbed him around his naked chest with my other arm, pulling him to me and leaning down to bite, lick and suck on his head and neck; but never taking my eyes off of the fucking brothers.

"Yeah!" cried Malcolm again, "faster! Let me have it!" And that was the invitation for Reese to fully unleash all his 12-year-old boy-horniness into Malcolm's hot ass! He now started pistoning full-speed into Malcolm's horny hole, ass-slurping and butt-smacking sounds filling the room. "AHH!!!" cried out Malcolm, as he banged his tight little fists onto the mattress. But he was making no move to push Reese away. You could tell from his face, he was lost in horny lust, eyes pressed shut, face twisted, mouth agape in pants and cries. Reese had the same look of contorted ecstasy as he furiously pumped his fuck-stick in and out of his horny brother.

"UH! UH! UH!" they were both grunting nearly in unison as their fucking built up to a frenzied pitch. "I'm close!" screamed Reese at full volume, as if tried to be heard at a rock concert, "get ready Uncle Jay!" Taking my sucking mouth off of Dewey's ear, I quickly fell back, Dewey rolling off me as I brought my knees up to my chest. "AHHH!!!" I heard Reese scream, then felt a sharp jolt in my ass as he rammed in his boy-rock in one hard thrust while falling on top of me. If I hadn't been so fucking horny, it might have really hurt, but as my adrenaline was already pumping, the sexiness of it masked the pain. "AHHH!!!" he screamed again, pistoning into me with the speed of a rabbit and the ferociousness of a tiger.

I spread my legs, causing him to fall down further on me so that now his fast-moving stomach was rubbing against my about-to-blow, raging cock. "I'm gonna cum, you faggot!" he screamed. "Do you want it, you slut?" "Yes!" I cried, "give me your cum you fuckin' little stud!" "AHHHH!!!!!" he cried, and then he stopped his relentless pumping as I felt his cock throb against my hole. And then, again, he did something that amazed me. With his cock still throbbing and pumping in my ass in the throes of orgasm, he fell down on top of me, pressing his lips to mine in a hard, passionate kiss! That was all I need to set me off and start blasting my load out like a volcano. "HHMMM!!!" I screamed against his mouth, as I reached around and felt the tremendous muscles in his boy-ass as he slowed down his mad thrusts into me. "HHMMM!!!" I cried again, and over and over as my cock, spent of all its cum, still throbbed and pulsed, the muscles straining to shoot out a load that was already gone. Finally we both stopped our convulsions at about the same time, and Reese just fell onto me, his head now on my chest and his cock falling out of my ass with a slight "plop."

No one could say anything for a moment. We just all laid there panting. Finally, I slowly pushed Reese off of me and sat up, pulling him back to my side, and reaching out and pulling little Dewey to my other side. We all looked at Malcolm who was lying there with his eyes still closed, his cock still totally hard. "Well?" I said. A pause and then, "Huh?" asked Malcolm, opening his eyes and turning his head to look at us. "How was it?" I asked, "was it how you thought it would be?" "Oh, it was better!" he replied, "and the itch," he paused to sort of move his butt around and take stock of how it felt, "the itch is totally gone now, too!" Success!

"Well I can't stand this itching anymore," said little brother Dewey, "I need to get fucked RIGHT NOW!" He said it with such vigor, and it sounded so funny – such an outrageous sentence to hear coming out of a 6-year-old mouth. The rest of us burst out into laughter, then Dewey laughed as well.

"Just let me go clean this stuff off my butt," said Malcolm as he got up, "and then I'll be right back." "Okay, Dewey," I said, taking a deep breath, "lie down on your back." I felt my cock twitch when he did, even though it was totally spent from orgasming three times already. Reese had a look of evil lust in his eyes and it looked like his cock was already starting to grow. Dewey, without being told, put his knees up to his chest and looked up at me expectantly. I sucked in my breath as I pulled Reese's naked body tightly to mine in a lustful cuddle. "Hurry up, Malcolm!" I called.

Coming in Chapter 17 – More "Scratching"

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