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 22 A Night with Malcolm, Part 3 – "Ride `em, Partner!"
"So, do you feel close enough to me now, baby?" I asked, pulling him to me in a hug. "Yeah!" he exclaimed, "this is just like I thought it would be!" Really? Oh Malcolm, this is so way beyond anything I ever imagined we would do. But then, so were several other things I had done with the boys in the past ten days.
Malcolm had said he wanted to have my dick in him – not to be fucked, but just to feel that connection with me. So, after tremendous preparation, we made it. Yup. And the incredible contractions of his boy-ass muscles in trying to expel the huge invader had milked me into a stupendous orgasm, me shooting my seed up his 11-year-old intestines. Ahhhh...
When I started to go soft, he said, "No! Keep it in!" And then to ensure that – to get me hard, he knew that all he had to do was call me "Daddy." Oh fuck! So here we were, sitting in the chair, my newly hard cock still up his ass. Connected. That's what he wanted. He had insisted, even cried when he arrived, saying that he wanted to be held all night. So I had done that too, ever since he had arrived 2 orgasms ago.
I leaned back in the recliner, taking him with me, him now lying on top of me, both of us stark naked, chest-to-chest. "Kiss me, Daddy!" he said with an evil little gleam in his eye. Fuck! Why did him calling me "Daddy" make me so crazy? But it did! I grabbed him by the back of the head as I licked my lips, pulled his face to mine and then bucked my hips, ramming my cock up in him another inch. "Oh!" he exclaimed, pulling his face off me, but it was a happy, "Oh!" and he was still smiling at me. Yeah, his ass was totally loosened up now. And it only took what? Three-and-a-half hours? Man.
He sat up and looked down on me in the reclining chair. He rubbed my chest a little. "You're still wet," he said. "So are you," I replied, "together, we're a pretty sweaty mess — but a sexy mess!" That made him giggle.
"I got it," I said, quickly standing up and taking him with me, still impaled (man, I love that word) on my 6-inch fuck-stick. "Where are we going?" he asking, wrapping his little arms around me. "We're going to take a shower," I said.
"But how--?"
"Don't worry, we'll figure it out," I said.
My master bath had a walk-in shower. Not as big as the one downstairs, but plenty big enough for the two of us. I walked us right over to it and turned on the water to get it hot. I was literally jolted when I turned around and looked at us in the mirror. I mean, there sat Malcolm, literally, sitting on my upturned cock. He once again had his legs wrapped around my waist, which brought them up high, causing his little butt cheeks to be obscenely spread, so you could really see that my cock was going up in him. It was like some kind of porn picture. I put one leg behind me and leaned back until I could actually see his asshole. His tiny, dot-sized little boy asshole stretched around my man-size dick. Oh fuck! I couldn't stand it! I mean, literally (again) I had to close my eyes before I fainted, came, or both.
"What are you doing?" he asked when I leaned back. "I'm looking at us in the mirror," I said breathlessly. I opened my eyes to see him turn his head and look around too. "Wow!" he said, then he giggled. "Look at your cock up my ass!" Then he started bouncing up and down on it, watching himself. "Malcolm, DON'T!" I yelled. I was trying not to freak out. "What's the matter?" he asked. I staggered over to the vanity and turned around, sitting my butt on the edge of it to steady myself. "If you do that, number one, you're gonna make me cum and then my dick won't stay in your ass and number two, you're gonna make me crazy and I'm gonna start fucking you madly until I do cum."
He looked a little surprised at that. "Really?" he said.
"Yes, Malcolm, I'm not joking."
"So I really make you crazy, huh?" he said with a smile that was 60 percent surprise, 20 percent shy, and 20 percent evil. I couldn't let this little genius know he could control me. "I admit nothing," I said, but then I added simply: "Yes." Fuck, I'm such a cave-in. I had my head down but looked up at him. He actually looked like he was going to bust out crying again. "What?" I asked. "I love you!" he exclaimed. Then he threw himself against me, squeezing me with his arms and legs, pressing his chest to my chest and his face to my shoulder. Oh, Malcolm, sweet little Malcolm. "I love you, too," I softly whispered in his ear. "This is the best night of my life," he said softy, but with great passion. Wow. Maybe it was me who had the power over him. Maybe it didn't matter. It didn't. If we truly loved each other, it didn't matter who had what power because we would be unselfish about it. But then, lust by nature is basically selfish. But then...oh, fuck it all, time for the shower!
By now the bathroom was so steamed up, I could no longer see in the mirror anyway. It was covered with fog. I adjusted the water temperature and walked us both in. It was a wonderfully soothing sensation, having this loving little boy hugging me while the warm droplets of water pelted me and massaged the rest of me. It was so nice. Thankfully, I didn't relax enough for my cock do go down. Honestly, I don't think that was possible as long as it was in his ass, which still felt amazing. But it had been a very tense evening. Tense in a good way — in an all-out throw mores, norms, and everything else to the wind way, but good. But tense. Lots of crying, yelling, screaming, hugging, kissing, pain, grunting, groaning, scrunched up faces, anticipation, ecstasy. And looking back, I think I had been hard for pretty much every second of it, even right after cumming. Man what a life I was leading!!
"Hold on to me and lean back, Sunshine," I said. I got a big glob of shampoo and started washing his hair. "Oh, my," he said. "What?" I asked. "It just feels so nice," he replied. And it did. It all did. It was all so sensual; and still erotic enough to keep me hard, as did the occasional squeeze of his ass muscles on my dick. I don't know if he was doing that on purpose or if it was involuntary. Did it matter?
Anyway, we took our sweet time and took turns washing each other's hair, face, neck, shoulders, chests. We washed each other's backs down as far as we could reach. I of course could get all the way down, even past his butt to most of his legs. He could only reach about halfway down my butt, but OH! The feeling of his small hands rubbing up and down on my slippery, soaped-up ass. The fact that he was even doing it — was willing to do it — happily doing it. That may not be a monumental thing in light of what else had happened so far tonight but it was definitely another new thing on the list of stuff we've done. The little neighbor boy was rubbing my ass. And for a long time. And hugging me while he was doing it. Ah, so sweet. What was this life I was leading? I couldn't even process it. Had the ancient gods conspired and voted and bestowed on me some award: "Let's let Jay experience in real life every fantasy he could possibly dream of, and a whole bunch more that he never would have dreamed of." Ahhh. That's how it felt. Who in the whole-wide-world has a better life than mine? I would trade places with no one.
Well, we could have stayed in there all night (I have a tankless hot water heater so the hot water never stops coming). But I think we'd had our fill so we got out and dried each other off, which, in turn, was still very intimate and bonding and fun. Leaving the steamy bathroom, I headed for my king-sized bed. It was now after 11:00 o'clock at night. The other reason I wanted us to get out of the shower is that my dick had been doing a slow build of horniness. Sure, I had cum two times tonight already, but now my hard dick had been not only hard and straining for the past half hour straight, but had been up little Malcolm's butt the entire time. I mean, there's only so much a guy can take! I tried to put it out of my mind during the magnificent shower, but I could no longer ignore the throbbing emanating from my crotch area.
"Malcolm," I said, through clenched teeth, trying not to spring all my building lust on him at once. "What?" he said. "I'm not going to be able to keep this dick like this much longer," I said, already starting to breathe hard. "What do you mean?" he asked. Gosh, is he really still that innocent? Maybe, at 11, he is. "Because," I said, trying not to sound too tense, "you've been squeezing on it with your hot ass for the past half hour and I'm starting to go mad. I'm either going to have to pull it out of you and jack it off, or...or..." "Fuck me?" he said. Oh shit! Just hearing him say the words "fuck me" in my ear, practically put me into orbit.
"Was that a question or an invitation?" I asked, quickly, maybe a little too loudly. His eyes got big. And then, "but I wanted to fall asleep with you in me!" he cried, and threw his head onto my chest, squeezing me tightly with his arms and legs again. That action didn't exactly help my predicament. But I squeezed him back. "We can still do that," I said breathlessly. "After."
"Look, you liked it when Reese did it to you," I continued. "I explained at the time how your dick more-or-less goes from the tip of your penis all the way down your crotch and up into your ass to your prostate. Don't think of it as fucking. Think of it as me jacking off your insides."
He was thinking. I mean, you can't deny that the act of fucking is more than just the physical feelings. There's an aspect of dominance to it, who's in charge, who's on top, who is entering who. There's also an extra level of gayness in being fucked — way higher than simply letting a cocksucker suck you off. Anyway...I couldn't wait any longer. I slid my hands down his marvelously smooth back and grabbed him by his sweet little hiney. Then, I lifted him up 2 inches and back down. Ten times. "Oh!" he let out a little gasp about the third time. "OH!" a little louder now on the fifth insertion. "OH FUCK!" he said on the tenth one. And he was already panting too. Moreover, I looked down and saw that his little member was starting to get erect!
"Can we...can you...I mean, can we walk around and do it?" he asked breathlessly. I had carried both Reese and Malcolm around the house naked and chest-to-chest before. They both loved the idea of being carried around so easily by a strong young man they admired. "Fuck yeah! Anything you want!" I practically shouted (and jumped) for joy.
Immediately, I started. I had never let go of his marvelous little ass and I started in earnest, lifting him up and back down as I walked to the bedroom door. There was an erotic squishing, slurping sound with each movement that added that much more to my horniness. He couldn't really hug me as I was throwing him up and down so fast, so he locked his fingers behind my neck and leaned back, letting himself get into it.
"Oh Malcolm, oh man!" I said, "This is wonderful!" He seemed to be full of glee, too. He was being wickedly thrown up and down as if on an amusement park ride. And at the same time getting all kinds of sexual stimulation — and new kinds at that. He was making these quiet little grunts every time I slammed his 55-pound body down onto my raging 6-incher: "uh...uh...uh..." Fuck, I was so horny! And FUCK, I was really FUCKING! For the first time in my 22-year-old life, my dick was going in and out of someone else! I looked down to see that his little boystick was at its full hard 3-inches now as well. Oh fuck! Once again, my head was spinning, overwhelmed with all the thoughts, feelings, and physical sensations.
"Oh Malcolm!" I cried out again. I had taken him to the kitchen and was making the rounds back through the living room to my bedroom again. I had a thought. Maybe not a good one but I had to try to do it while I had the chance. I wanted to get to the bed. I wanted to find out what it was like to REALLY fuck someone. If he would let me. "Malcolm, I gotta try something, I just GOTTA! Just go with me please!" I implored. He just sort of nodded in a daze. He was too lost in lust to do anything else.
I set down on the edge of the bed, then laid back. Holding onto him to keep him upright, I reached down and picked up his legs, put them on my chest, then spun him around. Then I sat up. Now, he was sitting on my lap, his back to my chest. But not for long.
Reaching around and holding him tightly to my chest with my forearm, I carried him and crawled to the center of the bed, being mindful to keep my fuckstick firmly lodge in his young rectum. Then I slowly lowered us both down. OH FUCK! This felt stupendous!!!
I just laid there on him for a while, not putting all my weight on him but just reveling in the sensation. But now...now it was time to FUCK, I mean REALLY FUCK! I lifted off of him and eased my raging boner out about halfway, then slowly put it back in. No protest from him. I sped up. Faster. Faster. Still faster. The slurping, sloshing sounds of my well-lubed cock going in and out of his loosened, but still tight orifice were driving me crazy. And then, when I got to a certain speed, there was added a "slapping" sound as my stomach smashed into his sweet little boy behind. That was it! That really set me off.
Suddenly, I was a wild man and I started banging him mercilessly like there was no tomorrow. The sounds, oh, the sounds. We now mixed in my moans of lust along with his grunts coming a split second after every slap. I discovered that I really liked fucking. Is this what it was like to fuck a girl? Not only did I like this position, this feeling of power and control, but the physical sensation was something new and thrilling to me. As I humped his little ass, I could feel my own ass muscles clenching and releasing, even some of that same clenching and releasing was felt in my asshole! Unbelievable! No wonder guys like fucking so much!
"Uncle Jay! Uncle Jay!" It was Malcolm. I think he had actually shouted several times but it was at least the third time until it was enough to pull me out of my lustful frenzy on his cute young body. "What, Sunshine?" I yelled, still fucking madly. "I don't like this!" he said. "WHAT???!!!" I screamed inside my head. "What?" I said out loud—still fucking though... "I said I don't like this," he said again, almost shouting this time.
"Well you're not supposed to like it, you little BITCH! It doesn't matter if you like it, you're being fucked, so just shut up and take it until I'm done!" Okay, that's what I said INSIDE my head. But I would never say that to Malcolm. You know me better than that. "Does it hurt?" is what I really said to him, sadly, slowing down my fucking to where I was just easing it in and out of him slowly. Actually, I found that this felt almost as good to me – on my cock and ass as well.
"No," was all he said.
"Well what, then?!" I cried, still sliding in and out of him, not wanting this to end. There aren't enough words in all the world to tell you how much I didn't want this to end.
"I don't know!" he said, "I just...I just feel...used."
Oh man. Yeah, I know, I was using him, and that's part of the dominance of the fuck. Yes, I screamed that stuff inside my head again. But this was Malcolm. Malcolm! So I slowed down – down to a stop. Hey, I needed a break anyway. It was amazing that I hadn't cum yet. I could only be thankful that the two out-of-this-world orgasms I had already had this evening were giving me my current staying power. I let my body rest on him again, my cock still hard and throbbing, his ass still gripping it. Okay, if fucking him was a 10, on a scale of 1 to 10, this was still a 9. Or maybe an 8 and a half. Or maybe...hmmm...the bottom line (no pun intended) was that I had to finish fucking him. I just HAD to! But I had to make him want it.
An IDEA! I had to get us face to face. Without telling him what I was going to do, I reversed the order of getting him in this position, until he was turned around in my lap, us face to face as before, then, down on his back, me on top, with his legs up above him and resting against me. Yes, this was still a submissive position. But now, we could kiss. And that's what I did. My cock had never left his body, and calling on great willpower, I kept it perfectly still. And then I went about seducing him. Seducing him with closeness — with love.
"Oh, Malcolm!" I said with utmost passion as I started planting wet, hot kisses all over his little face, neck, shoulders, hair..."Oh, Malcolm, I love you so much!" (And I did. Believe me, I wasn't having to fake any of this.) More kisses, along with some sucking on his ears, neck, and shoulder now. "Oh Malcolm! I can't believe...I just can't believe how incredibly lucky I was to get the house right next door to you," I said breathlessly. "Oh Malcolm, you mean so much to me!" I picked up his arm and moved it above his head, then went down and started licking his armpit. I wanted to show him I could still be submissive. That I was here to serve. Plus, I really wanted to eat out his hairless, white armpit. He let me do it for about 10 seconds, then he jerked away with a giggle. That was all he could take. I nuzzled my cheek against his. My cock was still throbbing in his butt — expanding and contracting in sheer horniness and desire for him. And his contractions back on me seemed faster and stronger again. I looked down at our enjoined crotches. Oh shit! The little fucker was hard again!
Once again, my roaring passion was unleashed. Almost bopping our heads together, I reigned my lips down onto his. He kissed me back with equal passion as he grabbed me around the neck. I took that as permission. As I slowly started to move in and out, not only did he not protest, but he actually "HMMM-ed" out in loud passion against my lips as he brought his ass up to meet my ever-incrreasing thrusts! FFFUUUUUUCCCKKK!!! OH MALCOLM!!!! There was no way I would last much longer now! He slid his hands down to my shoulders, digging his little fingers into my back, squeezing. It hurt, but feeling the passion coming from him was incredible, serving only to up my horny frenzy.
"Bam! Bam! Bam!" came the sounds as I once again went to town on his now upturned ass. Our kiss continued. I found that in this position, I didn't get quite the enjoyment from my ass flexing as I had before, but it was more than made up for by being face-to-face...by the closeness, the intimacy, the passionate kissing. Yeah, we were still fucking, but now, again another first for me, I was also making love. OH MALCOLM!!!!
"UH!" I finally had to pull my mouth off of him so I could cry out. I couldn't hold that part of my passion in any more. In this position, I found that I could get my cock deeper in him than ever. So I was taking long strokes, pulling out as far as I dared, then ramming back into him. We both cried out with each slam of my stomach to his little butt as my fuckstick relentlessly invaded him. "UH! UH! UH!" we both cried, the unison timing of our outbursts only adding to my horniness. I bent my head down and pressed my cheek against his. With the yelling we were doing, now headed towards all out screaming, we could no longer kiss; but I wanted to be as close to him as possible — intimate — connected. That's what he wanted. That's what we both wanted.
"OH MALCOLM!!!" I cried out like an animal, almost shrieking. "OH MALCOLM! I'M GONNA CUM! YOU WANT MY JUICE?" (I had already cum in him once, so I knew he would take it. But I wanted to hear him say it.) "YEAH, GIVE IT TO ME, UNCLE JAY!!!" he screamed also, almost as loud as me.
"OH FUCK! OH FUCK! OH FUCK!" I was near sobbing again now, once again about to shoot my seed into his sweet little boy behind. And this time instead of him milking it out of me like before, I would be the one giving it to him. Somehow that upped the passion yet another level. "OH MALCOM! OH MALCOLM! OOOOOOOOOOOHHHHHHHHHHH MAAAALLLCCOOLLMMMM!!!"
And then with all other manner of shrieks, snorts and unintelligible gibberish at full volume, it hit. It was the storm of storms, the explosion of explosions, the...well, for me, it was the orgasm of all orgasms! "FFFFUUUUCCCKKKK!!!" I cried as my crazy hard boner started spewing into him. The force was so powerful, I half expected to see a geyser of my cum shooting up out of his mouth. "FFFFUUUUCCCKKKK!!!" I cried again — this time it was more of a squeal, up high at a pitch level I didn't know I had. I felt like I rammed into him 40 times, spewing out a gallon of cum with every thrust. I heard fireworks, thunder, bombs! I saw fire, lightening! OH FUCK!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Finally, I started to come down from my high. It was like I had gone to some other dimension and had to mentally claw my way back into this world. "Oh, Malcolm," was all I could say, softly and breathlessly now. The screaming had stopped, the sobbing subsided. But I was still panting as if clutching at my last breath. I finally was able to come out of my post-orgasm world long enough to notice Malcolm again. He was panting as well, but not nearly as much as me. He was looking up at me with a little smile. There was great love and adoration in his eyes. He was beautiful.
Coming in Chapter 23 – A Night with Malcolm, Part 4 – A "French" Fuck?
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