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 21 A Night with Malcolm, Part 2 – "What's Up, Doc?"

"I still want your dick in me," said little Malcolm quietly, his 11-year-old head resting on my chest. He had first said it a few minutes ago actually. After talking a bit, we came to the conclusion that it wasn't so much that he wanted to be fucked per se, but that he wanted super closeness with me – super intimacy. I suggested a tongue in the mouth was a less painful way to share body parts. He thought that was gross but did it as a favor to me, sending me into immediate and cataclysmic orgasm!

It was early Monday evening. I had just moved into my house Saturday a week ago, and in the past 10 days, this house had surely seen more orgasms than it had in all the previous years of its existence. I certainly couldn't recall having so many in such a concentrated period of time and certainly not so powerful. Just days ago, first Malcolm, and then little Dewey had had their first orgasms in my own horny, perverted, slut-mouth. And just when I thought there was nothing new – no further to possibly go, Malcolm had just agreed to French kiss me while I furiously jacked off; and now he wanted me to fuck him! Surely, I must be in a dream, I thought, for the umpteenth time this week!

Okay, clarification, he didn't want to be fucked. Just to be impaled on my cock. Impaled! Oh shit! The thought of that makes me just as horny. In my head, I formed this picture of me walking around the house with him sticking out from me like a pig on a spit, just being held up by my giant cock up his rectum.

But hey, I didn't have to really fuck him. I've probably written this more than once already, but ultimately for me, (as it was for Malcolm) the best and favorite thing of all the physical stuff we did WAS the closeness. So...sit around all evening with my cock up him? Hugging? Cooing? Kissing? Caressing? Sign me up!!

But (pun intended) how to get it in there. "Malcolm," I said, "you're a math genius. So do the math. If my cock is twice as thick as Reese's, how much more area is that?" "Four times," he said immediately. "So," I continued, "having my cock go in your butt would be the equivalent of having 4 of Reese's cocks go up your butt. And truth be told, I think I'm actually more than twice as thick as Reese." "You are," he said, "a little more than twice as thick. Having you in me would be more like six of Reese's dicks."

"Six dicks?" I said. "Six of Reese's Dick??!! Going up your tiny ass?! Forget the intense pain, what if something rips and you have to go to the hospital? You have an explanation ready for you mom on that one?"

He giggled.

"You're giggling??!!" But I couldn't help but giggle too. "I was picturing us at the hospital and coming up with explanations," he said, still giggling: "Mom, this big goose flew right through the open window and right up my butt!" More laughter from us both, then me: "Lois, it all happened so fast...one moment I was showing him my old saxophone, somehow, the next moment, we tripped and he was blowing Kenny G. tunes out of his ass." Once again the chair was shaking, now with convulsions from laughter. Ah, this kid! I grabbed him tight. "I love you, Malcolm," I said.

"I love you, too, Uncle Jay!"

We kissed. That was enough. That was everything. I was fine in going no farther.

"I still want your dick in me," he said, once again, his head on my chest. "Malcolm," I said, "I want that too. When you first brought it up, I was ready to write that off — to talk you out of it. I thought you were crazy. But now, I really want it too. But I just think...well...maybe we will have to wait a few years." "No! Tonight!" he almost yelled and he was tearing up like he was about to burst into tears again.

"Look," he said, wiping his eyes. "I'm the math genius, right?" "Yes," I answered. "Well, I can picture shapes and measures," he said. "It won't really be like taking 6 of Reese's dicks because you're picturing 6 literal dicks together with all the air space in between. That would be like 2 times wider than your dick is. You have to think of all the dicks as melding together as one – filling up all the air space in between. So, taking your dick up my ass would in reality, be more like taking 3 of Reese's as far as how far my anus would literally have to expand to take it. Does that make sense?" He lifted his sweet boy head off of me and was staring me in the face again.

"Umm...yes, it makes sense, but..."

"But what?"

"But it's just the most bazar set of sentences I've ever heard come out of anyone's mouth, let alone from an 11-year-old!" He smiled, and then we both cracked up again. And once again, I pulled him close. Ah, sweet Malcolm. "Anyway," he continued, "a dick is spongy like you said so it's won't be exactly like putting a steel rod that width up my ass. And besides that, I shit out a turd almost as big as your dick right before I came over here." "Really?" I asked. "Yeah," he replied. "Must have had something to do with all the enemas and lube from yesterday," I volunteered. He gave me half a grin, not sure if I was joking or not.

We were quiet for a bit, just enjoying the closeness, again, his sweet cheek lying on my bare chest. "I could finger you," I said finally. "You know, start with one finger, then two, then three. That's how they do it in all the porn stories I've read." But Malcolm was frowning. So was I. "But I don't want to do that," I said. "There's no intimacy in a finger. I want the first part of me that goes in you to be the most intimate part of me." "Me too," said Malcolm, and his shy smile returned.

Another moment of quiet, and then: "BUTT PLUGS!" I exclaimed. "AHH!" yelled Malcolm, jumping up to glare at me, "did you have to bellow right in my ear and scare the shit out of me?"

"You need all the shit scared out of you if I'm going to get my dick in."

"Ewww."

"Anyway, I guess you know what I'm talking about, huh, Mr. Internet?"

"I know."

"Well, I saw some at the porn store today — they had a whole set of like six of them in different sizes—made just for what we're talking about right now."

"You were at the PORN store??!"

"Yeah."

"Why? What'd you get?"

"Well, after what we went through with the chili and everything, I decided I wanted to be prepared for anything. So I bought some dildos, rubbers, and lots of lube — I got the edible flavored kind." (I bought some fake handcuffs too, and some costumes, but I would share that with Malcolm some other day.)

"Cool, can we go back?"

"Malcolm, you know they would never let you in. And I'm not going to leave you alone in the car in that part of town. Maybe..." (I was thinking hard)..."maybe I can make some... CARROTS!" I yelled, causing him to jump again and look daggers at me. "I just got some carrots," I said, "I can carve some up."

He got a shit-eating grin on his face. So, off we trooped to the kitchen, his arms still around me as they had been since he first walked in; and now his lower limbs around my waist as before. I opened the bag of carrots and...yes! There was one really fat one in the bag. Perfect. "How many do we need?" I asked Malcolm. "Do you think three is enough?"

"I don't know. You're the fucking expert," he replied. Then we both cracked up at his pun.

"I'm going to say, `three,'" I said. I found the peeler and the paring knife. I sat down at the dining table, him still facing me in a hug, his head on my shoulder. I picked up the biggest carrot, but then thought, "no" I should make the smallest one first and then we can go ahead and insert that one and get started. Then I had another thought. I stood up, still carrying him, and took us both to my bedroom where I had my stash from the porn shop. I got out two bottles of strawberry lube and put one on the dining table and one on the table next to the reclining chair. Now, we would be ready.

Although my cock stayed hard for a long time after my radical orgasm, at some point it had gone soft, as had Malcolm's. That was changing now. Thinking about the intense eroticism and passion of where this night was headed, I was beginning to chub up. And Malcolm would be too, in a second. As I had done earlier, I swooped his little member up to my mouth—this time, just lifting him straight up by his armpits so his head was almost touching the ceiling. He let out another gasp at my speed and easy strength. And there it was. His marvelous morsel. I slurped it in with newfound passion and elicited all manner of ooh's and ahh's from him (my favorite sounds!) as I sucked him back to full hardness. My dick was now not only erect, but throbbing from the process.

Turning him around, I sat us both down on the dining chair with him on my lap, his little soft white butt pressed back against me — against my throbbing, raging hard-on. "Oh Malcolm," I practically whispered in his ear as I picked up the knife and started to carve the smallest carrot. "I'm gonna put my dick in you tonight, Malcolm." I said it seductively, like a tiger, like a vampire, like — like — like me being horny beyond all belief. Again. "I'm gonna impale you on my cock," I said. Malcolm let out a gasp and shuddered. "I'm going to make love to you, Malcolm," I said, squeezing him from the sides with my arms as I continued to shape his little invader in my hands. "This is going to be the most awesome night of your life...of my life too," and I nuzzled his cheek with mine. I was almost finished carving.

"I love you Malcolm," I said, nibbling gently on his ear. "You're sweet, you're precious, you're beautiful...and your mine tonight," I said, putting the little carrot butt-plug down. It was finished. "Kiss me, Son," I said (I don't know why I called him that — I never had before). "Okay, Daddy," he said, and somehow when that word "Daddy" came out of his mouth I nearly exploded right there. I want to have that kind of loving relationship and for him to say that – and it's such a little boy thing to say... "Oh, Malcolm!" was all I could say, and I smashed my face against him in a passionate kiss as he turned his head to meet mine. "You liked me calling you that, didn't you?" he said, when our kiss broke—that famous twinkle in his eye." "Calling me what?" I said. "Daddy," he said, and once again, I shuddered and made an audible moan. He giggled.

Man — I loved it but I wasn't sure it was good for him to know he had such easy power over me. That could be dangerous. Oh well, I had been totally under Reese's spell since the moment he had walked into my house. Why not Malcolm as well?

"This one's ready," I said, changing the subject. His eyes got wide as he looked at it...and thought about the prospect. It was smaller than Reese's dick, even at its widest point, and just tapered a little under the wide part — just enough to keep it plugged up in Malcolm's tight little hole.

He didn't say anything so I just went ahead and lubed it up, making sure to get as much as I could around the tip. "You ready?" I asked. He just nodded, and took the home-made intruder from me. "Here?" he asked. "Why not?" I replied, and simply backed my chair up from the table so he would have room to maneuver. He scrunched down in the chair and ended up actually putting his feet up on the table. I held him with one arm around his chest while I petted him all over with my free hand. I saw the slick, orange little plug disappear down between his obscenely splayed skinny legs. He twitched. "Hurt?" I asked. "It's cold," was all he said.

Time passed...like two minutes, and apart from Malcolm's hard breathing, nothing happened. "I can't do it," he finally said. I was half disappointed but also half relieved. I mean, my dick going up Malcolm's bum? That was too way out even for me. "Malcolm," I said soothingly, again, nuzzling his cheek with mine, "it's okay, really, we can just cuddle and kiss and stuff. We don't have to—" "No," he interrupted. "I wanna do it. I just can't do it myself. You're gonna have to put it in for me." And then he seemed to relax back into me as his breathing slowed and he held the carrot-plug up for me to take. So. He was giving me this control. There was something intimate in that all by itself.

But this was unexpected. I took a deep breath to settle myself. "Okay, baby," I cooed. "I can do it. It will be okay." As I held him with my arm, I rubbed his side — his silky smooth skin with my hand as I also bent my head down and gave him kisses on top of his head. Meanwhile, first with my fingertip, then with the home-made plug, I found the target. I pushed. "Just relax and push out, Sunshine," I said, giving him more little kisses. He was breathing hard again, and then with a grunt, he gave way and it started to go in. I just kept pushing. Not hard, and I would have stopped if he had really clamped down or really protested. At the same time, I knew that once it popped past that widest part, it wouldn't be so bad and he would quickly get used to it. I wanted to get that part over with.

So slowly, but purposefully, I applied gentle pressure. And it kept moving. "Ah! Ah! Ah!" He was half crying out and half grunting. "Almost, there, baby," I cooed, still feeling the carrot disappear up into his hidden place. "Uh! Uh!" he continued, his little face twisted into a grimace, and then...bingo. The carrot seemed to jump almost an inch as it finally did pop past that widest part and get suddenly sucked up into his ass the rest of the way. I couldn't see it, but just to know it was happening and to feel it, made my cock twitch.

"Ow! Ow! Ow!" he cried, "It hurts!" But I kept my resolve. Despite his thrashing, I kept him in a vice-like grip with my left arm as I kept my finger on the base of the little carrot, continually pushing, lest his little boy ass muscles be successful in trying to expel it. "Ow! Oh Fuck!" he shouted out, his breath coming in hard pants. "MmmmmUHHHH!" he groaned, but I kept up the pressure. Actually, it was very erotic feeling how the carrot was moving at the continued contractions of his sweet ass; and I had to wonder what my cock was going to feel like under the same treatment — if we made it that far. "It's okay, Sunshine," I said softly in his ear. All this time I had not stopped kissing him, nuzzling him. I pulled him up on me so my face was near his. "Kiss me," I said. And he did. It was a wonderfully passionate kiss, no doubt magnified by his need to get his mind onto something besides the fire in his little ass.

Other than the tongue kiss earlier, which will be forever etched in my memory, this was the longest and most passionate kiss I had every received from Malcolm. It lasted a good minute and was accompanied by lots of lip movement, lip sucking, face smashing, and all manner of grunts, groans, and muted screams (the screams were all from me). My dick was throbbing: I felt as if I were halfway to orgasm already. Finally (alas) he broke the sweet kiss. Gasping for breath, he just leaned back a few inches and stared at me, a little bit wild-eyed, his hair soaked with sweat, but no longer crying out.

"Better?" I asked. All he could do was nod. "If I take my finger away are you going to keep it in?" Again, he just nodded. His panting was starting to slow down. Just for good measure, though, I kept the pressure of my finger going on the base of the plug, as I managed to get him turned around and facing me, sitting my right leg. That way, the pressure of my thigh up in between his butt cheeks would keep him firmly impaled, and also we could now hug.

And we did. He grabbed onto me and held me tight, and I rubbed my hands all up and down his sweet, hot bod — from running my fingers through his hair, down to cupping and squeezing the cheeks of his little bottom. Oh, Malcolm. Oh, Malcolm. Oh, Malcolm! I gave him a squeeze. A bear hug. He squeezed me back, even tighter. I could barely breathe.

Feeling confident that the little orange vegetable was firmly implanted, I got up, still carrying him of course, and got a blanket out of the closet to throw over the recliner. I didn't want to get lube all over it. I got us into the position in which we had first started in the recliner — him sitting sideways across my lap, his legs over the arm of the chair, his upper body turned sideways to hug me, his arms around my neck, his head sideways on my shoulder. Again, I'll say it: If I could just stay like this forever I would be perfectly happy and content. I needed nothing more.

"How long do we keep it in?" Malcolm asked me, breaking my reverie. "I dunno," I answered, "I would say at least until you forget about it, maybe longer."

Now, I could give you a blow-by-blow of the next 2 carrots, but that, I think, would get rather redundant (read "boring"). If you really want all the details, just copy and paste the above paragraphs into your word processor, then put more of the words in caps and add more exclamation points. The gist of it is that he kept each of the three carrots in for about an hour.

Now I know some of you horny fuckers may find that hard to believe. I mean, once you WANNA fuck, then you GOTTA fuck, right? Right then. Who can delay it for that long? Well, we did. What you have to remember about Malcolm is that he hasn't hit puberty yet. Doesn't yet have all those "sexy hormones" as Reese calls them, to make him crazy for sex like a mad dog. And you also have to remember that deep down, I, like Malcolm, was basically just looking for super-intimacy — with boys — with, well, anybody really. So, the sitting together in the chair, while not as "super-intimate" as being bound cock-to-butt, was almost as good for us. We were on a journey to something, but we didn't want to be on the highway. We were on the back roads, making lots of stops—lots of kisses, cuddles, caresses. We didn't need to and we didn't want to rush past that. And besides all that, although we hadn't said it in exact words, we both knew that when we finally came together, we wanted it to be a good experience. If it were to happen with screaming intense pain, then that would erase all the intimacy we were building up all evening. And we weren't about to let that happen — not about to spoil it.

And there was lots of talking, which for Malcolm, is bonding. We never played a video game, we never turned on the stereo or the TV. My hard-on finally even went down, and I didn't bother to suck Malcolm to hardness for the other two carrots. By the time the third and last carrot-plug was ready to come out, we were much, much closer. And it was nearly 10:00 o'clock in the evening. And in all these 4 hours we had never stopped touching. I had never stopped holding him, just as he wanted.

Neither of us had said anything for the past few minutes, and then:

"Uncle Jay?"

I just knew by the way he said it that he was ready for the final carrot to come out and be replaced. It was time. "You ready for the next phase?" I asked.

"Uh-huh."

I gently pulled his head off of my shoulder to look him in the eye. He had a look of shyness, a look of happiness, a look of excitement, a look that said he loved me. Another mental picture for me to commit to memory forever. But.

"Malcolm," I said, "we still don't have to do this. Or...even if we start, you can stop it any time." "I know," he said matter-of-factly. "Listen," I continued, "I think you need to put it in this time. You need to control it. It wouldn't be good for me to do it." "But how do I do that?" he asked. "Just sit on it," I said simply. "Just lower your body down onto me. You can do that. It won't be like trying to put something in you with your hand." "Okay," was all he said.

Oh gosh. It was really going to happen. I felt a drop of sweat run down the side of my face. I noticed I was breathing hard. I didn't notice when my cock got hard but it was. Painfully hard. Ragingly hard. Put dick up Malcolm's sweet, tight, little butt hard. MAN! I grabbed the lube and started greasing myself up.

"Malcolm," I began again, "I think it will work better if you put it in right away." (I was thinking back to various porn videos I had watched and picturing how sometimes, a person's hole will stay open for a second after a cock is pulled out.) "Just poop the carrot out of your hole and then keep that same feeling of pushing out and sit down on my cock right away before your hole has time to close. Got it?"

"Yeah," he said. I could see a little sweat on his brow too, now.

"Also, being a little horny can't hurt," I said as I put down the lube.

He looked at me with a big smile, knowing I was going to cradle him and lift him up in my arms like doing a curl. He was ready. So lift him I did, and for the third time this evening I slurped his precious boytool into my hot mouth. I sucked, I hummed, I smashed my face into his bald little crotch. I moved my hand and groped his ass, my finger bumping the obscenely large vegetable jutting out of his tight winker. Or course, the idea was that now his winker would be loosened up. And...as large as the carrot felt to me in the middle of his little ass, it wasn't as big around as my cock, especially the tapered part that was currently keeping his asshole stretched. Never mind. He said he was ready. I know my cock was ready, truly throbbing and straining at itself, now that I had Malcolm's sweet little pee-pee in my mouth. And after about 30 seconds of my ministrations, Malcolm's hot mini fuck-stick started to grow in my mouth and join me in hard horniness. He quickly became fully hard and I sucked him another minute for good measure. Part of me wanted to get to it, but part of me was also holding back. I mean, part of me still had not gotten my mind around what we were about to do — or attempt to do.

I was thinking of more instructions in my head while I fellated him. Something told me that if we didn't succeed in this tonight we would both regret it for a long time - both be afraid to try it again.

"Okay, Malcolm," I said as I finally pulled off him, panting in lust. "Just remember that no matter how much it hurts, your hole will get used to it quicker than you think, so try, just try with all your might to not pull off of me. Okay?"

"I got it," he nodded.

Man, I did hope I wouldn't end up hurting him. But I had just crossed over into mad lust. I had no hesitation now. It was like I was on a runaway train and there was nothing I could do to stop it. "Okay," I said again, already panting. And I lowered him down and turned him from his side to upright. "Just put your feet on either side of me, and you're gonna squat down by my cock and get rid of the carrot, and then just keep squatting down right onto my dick." He just nodded and got into position. OH FUCK!!!!!! My head was spinning. "Don't faint," I kept saying to myself, "don't faint!"

I saw his face scrunch up as he started to push the carrot out. I couldn't believe this was really happening. My head was spinning. The room was spinning. I could feel my heart pounding, almost as if it were about to burst out of my chest.

"Plop," there really was a little plopping sound as the carrot got past the wide point and then literally shot out of his ass into my lap. As instructed, as fast as he could, he grabbed my cock, aimed, and then impaled himself, not just on the tip, but on a good, whole two inches of it! "FUCKAHHH!!!!!!" it was both of us. I don't know who screamed louder.

"OWWWW!!! OWWWW!!! OWWWW!!!" he wailed, "OH SHIT! IT HURTS! IT HURTS! IT'S TOO BIG! IT BURNS!! OH FUCK!!!!!"

"MALCOLM!" It was me shouting now. I put my hands on his thighs, not to hold him down but to encourage him not to rise up. Not to give up. "YOU'RE DOING GREAT, SON, JUST HANG IN THERE! JUST GIVE IT A MINUTE, TWO MINUTES. IT WILL GET BETTER, I PROMISE!"

Oh, it was all so insane. It was his idea and now he was going crazy from it — and not in a good way. And I was going crazy with so many thoughts and feelings. I don't even know how to categorize or prioritize them. There was the physical feeling of 2 inches of my cock in a live body (for the first time ever!) And the body was wet and warm and soft and...OH FUCK! There was the fact that it WAS a first – and on so many levels. There was the fact that it was a little boy, the fact that the little boy was Malcolm, the fact that I loved him, the fact that despite the pain he wanted to be this close to me. There was the contractions of his body involuntarily trying to expel this horrible invader — my cock was being milked to the nth degree! There was...OH FUCK!

I looked at Malcolm and saw that he had tears coming down his cheeks, not that he was crying, but... But what? The pressure, maybe? But, he had stopped howling. Now it was more moans (granted, they were horrible moans — like someone dying, but still). "Ooooohhhhh," he moaned. "Fuck! Shit!" and other expletives would punctuate his groaning. I could hardly feel bad for him, I mean I could hardly feel anything for anybody at that moment. Nearly all my brain power was being concentrated on trying to keep myself from cumming. Although I saw that poor Malcolm's little cocklett had gone totally soft.

I started rubbing him all over, trying to calm him and also get my mind off my about-to-explode dick. "Is it getting any better?" I finally asked after 2, maybe 3 minutes had gone by. (I knew it was, I mean, his sounds had come way down.) "NO!" he snarled out at me. I started to speak but thought better of it. I thought of trying to kiss him, hug him, but decided against those things too. Meanwhile, my cock was still throbbing mightily as his 11-year-old ass muscles continued to push on it. Fuck, it was so HOT! I finally decided that Malcolm would have to sort his own self out, and I just allowed myself to relax back into the chair and take it all in — his scrunched up face, the fact that he was hanging in there — like a trooper — taking the pain — taking the pain for me, for my pleasure, to feel closeness with me, be bonded: CONNECTED! OH, MALCOLM!

OH FUCK!!!!!!!! I felt him shove himself down another inch. We both cried out, him in pain, me in lustful surprise. "Malcolm, are you sure?!" I was still almost shouting in horniness. "Might as well get it over with," he grunted out, and then, unbelievably impaled himself down another inch with another scary howl coming from his beautiful pink lips. How far would he go? How far could he? I didn't feel like I had run into anything yet.

He was panting for all get-out, his hair once again soaked, sweat dripping off of him onto my stomach and chest. I had to try to do something to help him the rest of the way. "Malcolm," I said breathlessly, "kiss me." He really couldn't move in his predicament, but he looked up at me and stuck his lips out. OH, MALCOLM! I moved in with more passion than I thought I had, and, nearly crying myself now in overwhelming feelings of all kinds, grabbed him by the back of his sweaty head and smashed my lips into his. "HHHHMMMMMM!!!!" We were both screaming against the other's face, me at the horny sensation, and him, that once again, he had shoved himself down another - another inch of fire in his little boy ass.

But we never broke the kiss.

"C'mon, Malcolm," I said inside my head, my lips still locked with his, "you can do it, you GOTTA do it, just one more inch, baby!" Man, I didn't want to rape him and I wouldn't rape him. But I just wasn't sure how I was ever going to recover if he were to suddenly pull off of me instead of getting that final last little bit all the way up inside his body.

I stepped up my passion to him, milking his lips with mine, rubbing him wildly all over — his head, his cheeks, his shoulders, arms, chest, stomach, sides, back, legs — OH MALCOM! I wanted to scream it out loud. I wanted to grab that hot little fuckin' ass! But I dare not.

"HHHHMMMMMAAAHHHH!!!!" his scream started as a fierce hum against my lips and then he broke the kiss and howled out like a banshee as in one, final thrust he shoved himself down on the last inch of my 6-inch penis. He was now sitting on my stomach, my pubic hair against the smooth skin of his tiny behind.

Fantastic! I had to scream now, too! "GGGHHHHYYYYYRRRRRGGGGHHH!!!!" I could no longer scream in any kind of human way. What I was experiencing, a party of, privilege to do, was galaxies beyond my imagination. "MMMMRRRRIIIEEEE" I wailed again, from where or what I do not know. Perhaps some ancient Indian war-cry buried in my genes from long ago ancestors.

"OH!" We were both grunting, groaning, and panting now, trying to take it all in, trying to keep from going crazy, trying to keep from literally exploding. Recovering just a little, I went back to rubbing and petting him. Still unable to speak, I started kissing him all over where I could reach, then I pulled him to me in a hug. Once again, he grabbed me around the neck and squeezed. Our bodies were hot with passion, slippery with sweat. Our chests were heaving from still strong panting. I ran my fingers though his soaked hair, I gently sucked on his ear, I sucked on the side of his neck. But I couldn't speak. I just couldn't. I didn't know if I would ever be able to speak again. The feelings — the feelings I already talked about when my little love bug impaled himself on those first two inches — the physical sensation, the emotional feelings, the mental aspect. I was way beyond processing it much less talking about it. What I did know was that I wanted this moment to last forever.

Although Malcolm had stopped screaming, it was clear from his continued grunts and the look on his face that my big (for him) cock in his ass was still causing him considerable distress. And then, there was the fact that his body was still trying to push it out, constantly milking it with his butt muscle contractions. Oh fuck, it felt so good! Actually, the fog was starting to clear in my head now. Malcolm was still in pain but it was going away and he was going to live. He didn't pull away and I was in — I was all the way in — inside the wet, soft, warmth of his insides! OH FUCK! I was inside little Malcolm's INSIDES! Oh, I...I...oh shit! It was going to happen. He was still squeezing me involuntarily. And my cock was responding involuntarily. NOOO! I didn't want to but I couldn't stop it! I was going to cum!

"OH MALCOLM!" I cried out (the first actual word either of us had spoken in minutes). "Oh shit! Oh Fuck! OH MALCOLM!" and then, I started my own contractions, bucking him up and down, but using every fiber in me to not throw him off. "Oh!" he cried out, as he felt the flexing of my dick finally giving him some pleasure in his little ass. "SHIT!" I screamed as my load painted the insides of his poopshoot, and I grabbed his soft cock and started playing with it as I continued to buck and contract, causing him to start to chub up again. Feeling him grow in my hand set off a wild cycle of upping the power of my orgasm, which upped the pushing on his ass, which made his cock throb more in my hand, which made me hornier, etc... "OH MALCOLM!" I screamed out, almost crying again. "HAH! HAH! HAH!" I was letting out these weird grunt/screams with every contraction of my hot, squished cock, spewing all over inside him. Inside him! FUCK! NOW there was a part of me that was inside him and always would be — a part of me — from my body that would be soaked up and digested by his. "OH, MALCOM!!!!" I screamed again, even louder, causing him to jump but not off my dick.

"OH, MALCOLM, Malcolm, I love you so! I love you Malcolm" and I just kept saying that over and over and over. I couldn't stop myself. "Malcolm, I love you so MUCH!" I leaned forward and as I did, he sort of fell into me, our heads bumping at the sides, then resting on each other's shoulders as we panted and convulsed, grunted and groaned. We were too far gone to even kiss. This was way beyond that. It was animalistic. It was raw.

A moment later though, still panting, I was finally done convulsing in lust, and I started to rub him all over again as I began to kiss him all over his head and face. He started to rub me back and actually looked up at me and smiled through his teared up and sweat soaked eyes. "It's starting to feel good now," he said. And it should, because my cock was starting to soften up and shrink after the intense workout it had just had. "Ahhh," he cooed and sort of leaned back and pressed down on it. If I had not just had what were two of the biggest orgasms of my life, that might have been enough go get my cock growing again. But he noticed I was shrinking and got a look of alarm. "Keep it in!" he cried, "don't let it come out!" But I didn't see how three inches of soft cock was going to stay in a tight muscle that was built to strongly expel things. "I...I don't know if can," I said. Then he had a thought – I saw a little gleam: "Keep it in, Daddy!" he said. Fuck!... just hearing him call me "Daddy"... that did it!

"OHHHhhhh!" I shuddered as I felt my cock immediately start to grow again inside his wonderful, warm, soft, wet, ass. "Oh, oh, oh!" he cried, but he had a good look on his face – happiness mixed with pleasure mixed with surprise. "Wow!" he said, a few seconds after my cock had reached full hardness and finally stopped growing. "Man, it actually feels good now! Feels REALLY good!" he exclaimed. Then he just sat on my lap and moved around, making little "Mmm" sounds and cooing noises, eyes closed and a big smile on his face the whole time. Knowing it was my cock in his ass that was doing that to him was driving me wild, not to mention how good my cock felt surrounded by his tight orifice.

What he wanted most was just to feel close to me – to be "connected." And we were. It was nice. The mind-blowing orgasm I had up his ass was just a bonus. Oh Malcolm, my sweet little Malcolm.

Coming in Chapter 22 - A Night with Malcolm, Part 3 – "Ride `em, Partner!"

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