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 18 Scratching Reese's Itch

So, after suffering terribly itchy buttholes from eating way-too-hot chili, I had convinced the boys that the answer to getting rid of the itch was for everybody to get fucked. And it was working. Malcolm said the itch was gone after Reese had fucked the hell out of him as Malcolm urged him on. And Dewey was no longer complaining as he had just orgasmed while Malcolm fucked him silly. But Malcolm had still not cum yet. No, in his uptightness, it took Malcolm a lot longer to cum than his brothers. That is why I said Malcolm should fuck both Dewey, then Reese.

As soon as Dewey had started his deafening, high screams and his little cocklett started pulsing in my mouth in orgasm, I pulled off of him and screamed, "Get ready, Reese!"

Reese paused a moment with a confused look to process what I said; but then, in one split-second movement he threw himself backwards and onto his back, knees on his chest, butthole obscenely exposed for all to see. Could this get any hotter? "FUCK ME, MALCOLM!!" he screamed. Oh shit! It COULD get hotter!

Again, in seemingly all one movement, Malcolm virtually jumped on top of Reese, and rammed his horny dick into his brother's virgin backdoor with full-force. Little Reese's eyes practically shot right out of their sockets. "AAAAHHHHH! FUCK!!!! WHAT DID YOU DO???!!! AAAAAHHHHH!! FUCK!!! SHIT!!!!" he cried. "SORRY!" cried Malcolm, coming to his senses somewhat. "I didn't mean it! I got carried away!" Reese was banging his head on the mattress and moaning and grunting as he pounded his fists onto the mattress. But I noticed he was still rock hard and so, apparently was young Malcolm, as his cock was still fully and firmly embedded in his big brothers tight ass.

"Oh shit! Oh fuck!" Reese cried and he was still moaning. But the volume was coming down somewhat, and he had stopped banging his head onto the mattress. "Just don't move, Malcolm, just don't move!" he cried. "Okay!" Malcolm cried in return. Both were panting, Reese more than Malcolm after the brutal assault on his tight little boyhole. Seeing Malcolm so fired up in lust and Reese fired up enough to take it had my head spinning. I wanted to offer some kind of help or encouragement but I couldn't speak. In my haze, I felt movement against my body. It was Dewey climbing into my lap, again to watch his big brothers fuck. I wrapped my arms around him and squeezed his small, naked body to mine. It felt great having his little butt and smooth back pressed against my raging 6-inch boner. But more than that, I just needed something to squeeze.

Reese and Malcolm were quieter now, still breathing hard but not moaning or talking. Malcolm, of course had not started moving. "I'm gonna cum soon," said Malcolm. "What?" said Reese through slightly gritted teeth, "You're not even moving!" "I know, but your hole is throbbing and milking my dick just like when Uncle Jay sucks it. Only tighter!"

"Okay," grunted Reese, "start moving then. Slow." Still holding Dewey to me with one arm, I grabbed the lube with the other and as Malcolm slowly pulled his 3 inch hard rod out of his brother's ass, I squirted a bunch of lube on it. I did this 3 times in a row. "Okay," said Reese with less of a grunt and more of a sigh now. "Okay what?" said Malcolm, still slowly pumping. "It's starting to feel better," said Reese. And he looked like he was enjoying it now, a goofy look on his sweet young face. Another half a minute went by of Malcolm's slow, steady pumping. "Okay," said Reese. "Okay what?" said Malcolm again.

"Fuck me."

SHITTTT!!!!! Hearing macho man-boy Reese telling his little brother to fuck him just about sent me into orbit. I was as horny as I had ever been. At this point I was afraid to move a millimeter lest my cock not only explode in orgasm; but my whole body just disintegrate into one last lustful pile of dust. I started just slobbering all over Dewey, licking him and sucking on his ears, his cheeks, neck, shoulders... "Stop it!" he cried, "You're getting me all wet!"

Meanwhile, we watched as young Malcolm slowly sped up his thrusts into Reese's 12-year-old spread ass. Again with each thrust, came that squishing sound that added to my horniness. "Yeah," said Reese, a look of bliss on his handsome face now. "Speed it up brother," he said. "You want it?" cried Malcolm, as he started really ramming it into his older, stronger brother. "You want it, BITCH?" he yelled, now slamming into Reese's boyhole with rabbit-like speed. Shit, how was Reese, the alpha-male going to take that? Reese's eyes flew open and bugged out as he grabbed the sheets. "Just shut up and fuck me you little shit!" he cried.

"You want fucked?" cried Malcolm. "You like my dick in your ass? Does it feel good punk?" "Yeah," screamed Reese, "give it to me, gimme all you got!!" Malcolm actually slowed down his speed so he could pull out further, pause, then ram his dick as hard as he could all the way into Reese's ass. With every ram there was a big loud smack and a grunt from Reese but he made no protest. "Like that, BITCH?" cried Malcolm. "Yeah!" said Reese, "and stop callin' me bitch, you're the BITCH!"

"Yeah? Well who's on top?!" shouted Malcolm, still making his powerful, loud smashes into his brother's horny ass. "Well tonight I'll get on top of you and fuck you to pieces you little bastard!" screamed Reese, and then, sighing: "Oh fuck, yeah, just like that!" "Yeah," said little Malcolm with animal lust in his voice, still fucking away, "you like that don't you?" "So what? So did you!" cried Reese amid his moans of lust. It was amazing to hear them. It was like they were having a verbal fist-fight, all the while both in rapture from the fucking they were doing together. But Malcolm didn't seem to have an answer for the last remark so he did something else amazing to see. He leaned down and pressed his lips to his big brother in a passionate kiss. I mean he smashed his face onto Reese's. It looked like it was hurting.

Reese, caught up in his lust though, didn't seem to mind. No. Not only did he return the kiss but he took his clenched fists off of the sheets and put his hands up and stared rubbing all over Malcolm as they kissed – rubbing his chest, sides, back. It was raw passion but loving at the same time. I was sure my cock was going to explode all over Dewey's sweet back. Dewey, while not hard, watched transfixed along with me.

Reese's hands moved down to Malcolm's pulsing little butt and started rubbing it all over as far as he could reach. This had the effect of calming Malcolm down and his kiss on Reese became less passionate and more loving. They both started moaning in hums against each other's lips. I had to lie down. I fell over onto my side, taking Dewey with me. Dewey and I spooned together as we continued to watch this incredible scene.

"Ahh, I'm gonna cum soon!" grunted Malcolm, finally pulling off Reese's mouth. "Me too!" echoed Reese. Malcolm lifted his chest up off of Reese so he could get more control and pound him harder. And pound him he did. The hot sounds of squishing, slurping dick going in and out of hole; and bare stomach smacking bare ass once again filled the room. I pulled Dewey tighter to me and sucked on his shoulder. He didn't protest. We were both enthralled at the lustful sight hardly two feet away from us.

"Uh, uh, uh..." they were both grunting in time with each fast, loud, smack of Malcolm's stomach against Reese's hot ass. It was almost like they were twins. "Uh, uh, uh," they both kept grunting in sync over and over. I was almost grunting with them, letting out audible gasps in time with their smacks and grunts. Six-year-old Dewey was breathing harder as well, his eyes still fixed on the brother fuck-scene before him.

"Ahhh... hmmmm..." sighed Reese, "fuck me bro." Malcolm shuddered and let out a groan at Reese's words. He kept up a steady rhythm, not frenzied, but strong – like a man with a job. Their sweet, young, beautiful faces gave away the intense lustful pleasure they were feeling as little cock moved in and out of little butt. I started rubbing Dewey up and down all over his chest and stomach. My painfully hard cock throbbed against his smooth, bare back.

"Yeah," said Reese, his eyes tightly closed in bliss, "feels so good..." "Uh, uh, uh," Malcolm kept grinding and pounding his brother's tight ass. "Oh, I'm getting close!" cried Malcolm. "Go for it!" shouted Reese back. And now, Malcolm did step up the pace, moving faster and hitting Reese's ass harder. The louder squishing and smacking sounds matched the louder moans, grunts, and groans they were now making, no longer in rhythm, but random, as they squeezed out their loud lustful cries amid sighs of pleasure.

"Oh fuck! Oh fuck! Oh FUCK!" Malcolm was crying in rhythm now with each thrust, "I'm gonna CUM!" he screamed. "UH! UH! UH!" it was a half groan, half scream coming from little Malcolm with each pound on his brothers upturned ass. "I'm getting there too!" yelled Reese, as he took his hands off his fucking brother to grab on to the sheets again. "Let me have it, man!" he cried.

"OH! OH! OH!" cried Malcolm, and then, finally: "I'M CUMMMMINNNGGGG!!!!!! AHHHH!!" "FUCK!!!" cried Reese, "Do it man, cum in me bro!!" he yelled. When Malcolm heard the world "bro" he actually shuddered again and let out a loud, broken, "AHHH" as he collapsed on top of Reese.

His eyes were bugged out and he was making these frenetic grunting sounds as he went into his boygasm inside his brother's warm butt. "Ohhhh!" cried out Reese, knowing what was happening; and then he cried out, "me too!" and he started to moan and shout as he beat his head against the mattress, his little cock throbbing and shooting it's pre-teen load between his and Malcolm's stomach. For the second time in his young life, his boy dick was spewing out its load without even being touched. "AAAHHH!!" he cried as he grabbed Malcolm, wrapping his arms tightly around his back and pulling his little brother tightly to him. "Ahhh...ah..ah," sighed Malcolm, still spasming and shuddering as his pre-pubescent little boycock emptied its pretend load into Reese's ass.

"Oh...oh...oh, Malcolm!' cried Reese as his orgasm began to subside and he started just clinging to Malcolm and rubbing him and nuzzling the side of his face against Malcolm's. Malcolm, too, was now coming down from his cum and returned the face rubbing, and then he brought his lips to Reese's for another long, passionate kiss. Reese, kept one arm around Malcolm, still squeezing him tight and with the other hand he rubbed his fingers through Malcolm's hair and pulled Malcolm's face to his.

It was an amazing cum scene I had witnessed. Maybe it didn't have the crazy screaming or the intense thrashing that some of the boy's orgasms, or mine for that matter, had had in the week plus since I had moved in. But what the boys went through was so deep, so intimate, so loving. I think in a way, they worked to not let their bodies go crazy because that would have made it harder for them to stay pressed together in passion the way they did. I say it again, it was amazing. There is no other word.

I felt as if I had witnessed something very rare, very private, very special, very loving. I felt it a privilege to be there. I felt closer to all three of the boys because of it. Whatever love I had for them, whatever commitment, whatever resolve to help them grow and have a good life – it had all just gone up a notch. I felt like we were family now. And it even made me think about my own future. It made me really want to have kids – have my own to hold as a baby and nurture growing up.

Dewey and I just stayed where we were, watching the boys. Malcolm's now softening penis fell out of Reese's relaxed ass and he put his head on Reese's chest as Reese wrapped both his arms around him again. We were all quiet – in a hush – almost as if we were at some ceremony. It seemed that no one wanted to break the silence.

Finally, as quietly as I could, moving slowly to not make any noise, I slid Dewey and myself over to the boys to cuddle us all together. Dewey put his skinny, 6-year-old arm around 11-year-old Malcolm's sweet back and I put my arm around the top of Reese's head and nuzzled my face into his cheek. Little Dewey rested his head on Reese's bare shoulder and gave Malcolm a kiss on the cheek. Again, if we lived in a different culture, it was the kind of scene that would have made a beautiful, incredible picture...

...I don't know how long I was asleep. I dreamed I was cuddled in a loving embrace with three beautiful young boys. I woke up to find it was true. The boys were all asleep as well. It's no wonder, as the burning and itching in our butts had caused us to wake up before the sun was barely over the horizon. I wanted to stay there cuddled with them in my waking dream but my butt was itching me too much. Unlike the three of them, my itch had not yet been scratched.

"Man," I said to myself in a half-whisper, but it was enough to wake Malcolm. "What?" he said, and then Reese woke up as well. Malcolm rolled off Reese and he sat up and stretched. Reese did the same. I pulled myself away from little Dewey who was still asleep and sat up as well. All our cocks were soft, something you didn't see too often around this house. I was fidgeting and sighing. What was I going to do?

"Hey," said Malcolm, "you didn't get your butthole scratched yet." Reese jerked up into full sitting position, suddenly awake now. With a gleam in his eye, he looked at me, then at Malcolm, then back at me. "I'll fuck you!" he proclaimed with a big smile. Ah Reese – such a helpful boy scout. But no. "You know I love your dick, Little Man," I said, "and it's the perfect size for you and looks great on you. But I'm afraid I need something a little bigger to scratch my itch." That was true, but at the same time, I wasn't ready to let Reese fuck my ass. I mean, I know he fucks the hell out of my mouth and calls me names when he does but somehow I feel like I'm still in control of it. To let someone fuck you up the ass; in my head seems like a much more sub type thing to do. And I didn't want to go there with a 12-year-old alpha-boy who I was going to have as a school student in a couple of months.

"How big?" asked Malcolm, the practical scientist. "Huh?" I asked. I had been lost in my thoughts over Reese's offer. "How big a thing do you need to scratch your ass?" he asked. (Man, if I had a nickel for every bizarre sentence from a boy mouth that I heard in this house...) "Oh, I don't know," I said, "something about as thick as a golf ball and several inches long. I mean, maybe I will have to go to the porn store and buy a fake dick." "Can I come?!" exclaimed Reese. "No, Reese," I said, "they wouldn't let you in anyway." Reese's face drooped in disappointment.

"Well what about a broom or a little baseball bat or something?" continued Malcolm. Gosh he really wanted to help me. So sweet. And weird. "Well, a broomstick isn't thick enough and I don't really have anything the right size. Besides, the thing with an actual live cock is that it's stiff enough to force it into a butt, yet it still has some softness to it – some give – that's why it can feel so good."

He was thinking so hard – I could really see the wheels turning. "What are you doing Malcolm?" I said, "trying to think of someone you can call up to come over and fuck me?" "No," said Malcolm, "not exactly. But give me a minute. I bet I can think of something." Okay, I would give him a minute. Given his genius level IQ, not to mention his proclamation that he had seen every kind of sex act on the internet, he probably could think of something. But if he didn't soon, I was going to go buy a dick. I wanted to be a responsible baby sitter and not leave the boys alone. But the porn store was in a wicked bad part of town. So I didn't want to take them with me either. And yet, something had to be done about this itching because my butthole was killing me. "C'mon, Malcolm," I said to myself, "think of something." And then...he jerked his head up with a smile and I saw the light come into his eye. And I wondered what perverted adventure was in store for me next.

Coming in Chapter 19 – Dewey Lends a Hand

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