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 24 A Night with Dewy, Part 1 – Buttasm for Dewey
I had just finished Reese's daily 5:00 o'clock blowjob. He ordered me to down on my knees and then mercilessly fucked my face for a quick cum. It was all I could do to keep from jacking off, but I didn't want to cum - not until later, that is. For now it was....
Dewey's turn! Yup! Dewey would be over in less than an hour to spend the night. Just him and me. For the first time. I was so fucking excited! I had had a good bit of time alone with both Reese and Malcolm, but never with Dewey. In fact, Dewey didn't even get initiated into things until three days ago. You remember how that went: The little bugger blackmailed me – said that if I didn't make him feel good like I did Reese and Malcolm that he would tell. So...I rimmed him, sucked him, and drank his pee (that wasn't planned but I decided I liked it). Then later it turned out that when he said I was to make him "feel good like his brothers" he didn't know what that was going to be. Oh well. Now he did! And yes, I was so fucking excited!
As I have said, my favorite of the three boys is the one I'm with at the time. It's true, it really is. But I was extra excited at Dewey's visit as again, I just hadn't had that much time with him. And he was so INCREDIBLY cute! I mean, there should be a law against anyone being as cute as he is.
I checked the cupboards and fridge to make sure I had lots of little boy food. Went downstairs and looked over the toys. I was actually feeling a little nervous even. Still, just the thought of him was making my dick chub up. Hmmmmm... little Dewey!
I went back upstairs to wait. It was almost 6:00 p.m. I couldn't even sit, I had to get up and walk around. I heard a rapping at my back bedroom door. Oh MAN! There, through the windows of the French doors stood little Dewey. TOTALLY NAKED! I felt, and almost heard my cock shoot up! I mean, naked! No shoes, no nothing. All he had with him was the dirtiest, most threadbare stuffed animal I had ever seen. It was a rabbit – I think. I slid open the door and swooped him up into my arms. He had a huge smile. "Why didn't you just come in, Cowboy?" I asked. "The door was too heavy for me," he said in that amazingly cute little 6-year-old voice of his. Oh Dewey! Sweet little blond, little tan, little precious, little 35 pound 3 foot something tall Dewey! I pulled him tightly to me in a big hug. He wrapped his little free arm around me and pulled tightly as well. So sweet.
"Who's this?" I asked, looking at the well-used rabbit. "That's Mr. Biggles," he said. "Oh," I answered, "well you and Mr. Biggles are going to have a WHOLE lot of fun tonight and tomorrow. But I bet you are going to have a LOT more fun than he will, because YOU have a peepee and he doesn't!" This sent little Dewey into a fit of giggles, but then he said, "Shhh, he doesn't know he doesn't have a peepee." Then more giggles.
Then: "I want to go swimming!" he said. "Well, you can't take Mr. Biggles," I said. Reaching back his arm, he heaved poor Mr. Biggles across the room who then slammed into the wall and then unceremoniously dropped to the floor. "Let's go!" said Dewey. Um...okay...
We played around in the pool for the next 2 hours or so. There was lots of wresting, me throwing him over and over and over. Of course. I was about one quarter hard all the time (and like Dewey, I was naked). I guess the cold water and the constant change of action kept me somewhat soft. But feeling Dewey's slippery, wet body rubbing against mine all the time... Oh man! And his ass! I couldn't keep my hands off his ass! So tiny yet so pert. So boyish yet so firm! All smooth and wet! As I would pick him up to throw him, I would grab a cheek, always trying to get my finger to touch his little hole. And if I were carrying him around, I would basically hold him to me with an arm around his waist, leaving my other hand free to roam all over his slippery ass, and again, go hunting for his hidden winker! He never commented on all of my touching on his butthole. Either he didn't think anything about it, or he was too caught up in the play to notice. Somehow his innocence about it made it seem all the more filthy to my horny, perverted brain! Man!
It was not a really hot day for summer, so about the time the sun just started going down it was starting to get chilly. "Time to go in, Cowboy," I said. `Nooooo..." he whined (big surprise). "Yes, Dewey," I said, just carrying him up the pool steps without giving him a choice. "Anyway," I reminded him, "you've got lots of toys to play with inside." "What toooys," he said, pouting. He knew. "How about a toy paddle to spank you if you don't stop being silly?" I asked, giving him a few whacks on his bare butt (which, by the way, was enough to make my cock start to go up). Dewey leaned back and looked at me with a half grin and a twinkle in his eye. All the boys had been given spankings a couple days ago but in ways that stimulated them and resulted in crazy orgasms. "I don't want a spanking," he said playfully, "right now," he added. Oh Dewey! Well, I had his mind off the pool...
So now, we had arrived at the play area in the basement. "Legos!" he cried and wiggled to get down. He carried the big box to the soft rug in front of the TV, dumped them out and started building. "Come and play with me," he said. We had played about 15 minutes when he announced, "I'm hungry." "Popcorn?" I asked. "Yeah!" he cried. "C'mon," I said getting up. "The popcorn maker is upstairs."
I think he was about to get up, but then he got this wicked little grin on his face. Then his look went serious and he started moving his upper body around and grunting. Then he looked up and me and whined, "My legs won't work." "They won't?" I asked, in mock surprise. "Nooo," he whined, and looked at me with a little gleam in his eye. I was going to pick him up, but then I saw the toy phone on the table. I decided to really get into this game. I pretended to dial as I had the orange hollow plastic receiver up to my ear. "Hello, Doctor?" I said (I heard Dewey giggle). "Dewey's legs won't work... Really?... I see... Okay, Doc. That's what we'll do then." And I hung up the phone.
"Well Dewey, he said it's something going around and it's not too serious as long as you have someone to give you the cure." "What's the cure?" he asked, playing along. "The cure," I said, "is lots of stimulation right at the top of your legs. So to save you, I have to spend the entire night rubbing and licking and sucking you, all over your peepee and butt!" His eyes got huge! "When can we start?" he asked. "Right now, Cowboy!" I cried, and I practically fell to the floor and dove on him, taking in his little cocklett and miniscule balls together in one, dirty sounding "slurp."
"Ah!" he let out a little gasp as he sucked in his breath. I made my mouth water and got his little package soaked. His balls were marble-sized and his beautiful, amazing little pecker was about one inch of cock with another half inch of foreskin. Hmmmm.
"Hmmm," sighed young Dewey, almost as if reading my mind. I pulled off of his balls and just gently slurped on his teeny boystick, trying to suck some blood into the little tool and get it angry. It happened almost immediately. Oh, it made me so hot! Feeling it grow in my mouth like that - knowing that I was the one making it grow! "Hmmmm!" cried out little Dewey again. He was at his full hard, angry 2 inches now. I pulled off to feast on the sight. There it was – glistening with my spit, sticking straight up, the foreskin obscenely stretched over the head, his "real" head turned to the side, eyes closed in ecstasy, and then, raising his head: "Why'd you stop, Uncle Jay?" he said breathlessly. "C'mon, suck my peepee; suck my peepee, pppllleeeeaaasseee!" OH FUCK! Hearing that come out of his tiny mouth??!!! I nearly dissolved into a puddle on the floor! FUCK!!
I practically smashed my head onto his bald little crotch, sucking on that little piece of asparagus, and now going up and down as well and slobbering all over it in the process. "Ooohhh!" he squealed. Oh man! Hearing a little boy ooh and ah in ecstasy and again knowing it was me – my mouth making him do it! I felt like I was seconds away from spontaneously shooting my own load.
I felt movement under me and out of the corner of my eye, I saw his legs go up. I pulled off of him. OH SHIT! He had brought his knees up to his chest, exposing his tiny precious hole. Fuck! The little bugger was asking me to rim him! One thing about 6-year-olds is they are pretty good at making their needs known. "Remember, push out and open it for me," I said, already barely able to speak as I stared at his pink-white tiny pucker. He did. "Oh Dewey, oh fuck, oh Dewey!" I cried out loud as I dived on him
"WWWHHHHAAAAAHHHH!!!" he screamed bloody murder as if he were being torn apart when he felt the tip of my tongue work its way up a quarter inch into his whole. "HMMM!" my scream into his ass must have echoed up his little orifice as I was already becoming overcome with horniness and emotion. "HMMM!" I screamed again, lewdly jabbing my tongue up his shoot whenever he gave me entrance. Oh fuck!
I had to pull off – I had to take a break before I lost my mind. And I didn't want to cum yet either. But I found, the idea of just looking at his butt was still virtually enough to make me cum. Oh fuck! There it was – a tremendous "off"-white compared to his tan skin, yet still somewhat tan because of his never-care attitude about naked outdoor play. I grabbed him underneath and lifted up on his little boy behind, raising it high in the air, his tiny cheeks madly spread, his tiny hole still winking at me as his entire loins continued to throb in lust. He laid there panting, watching me, then, "C'mon, Uncle Jay, more!" Who could resist?
Like an animal, now, I attacked, growling, spitting, slurping, snarling, sounding like a lion. He giggled and squealed in delight, both at my noises and at the tremendous feelings I was giving his little hole. I went into dog mode, making little "arfs" and panting noises as I began to just lap at him – over and over, getting him soaked with my slimy spit, my tongue scraping and rubbing, stimulating him to new levels. "Ah! Ah! Ah!" he was half panting, half grunting now, no longer able to giggle at what I was doing to him.
He unbent his little legs and started trying to move his little ass down (it was still high up in the air). Maybe the rimming was getting to be too much for him. Maybe he just wanted sucked. I didn't care. I backed off and let him fall down then, still in animal mode, dove wildly down onto that delicious peepee. "AARRRHHHAAAA!!!" he screamed, almost as if crying out in pain. His sounds were almost frightening yet he made no attempt to get away, so I kept at it. I guess that is the result when you have a little boy just beginning to experience things, not to mention millions of sex nerves concentrated into such a small spot. So I sucked.
I sucked with as much force as I dared. I went up and down some, but with his writhing around now, it was hard to keep my mouth on his little stick. I decided I would go back to rimming. There's just something about a boy ass. And something about making him cum from his asshole. It just absolutely freaks me out.
Quickly pulling off of him, I grabbed him under the knees and shoved him up and over into rim position again, his ass again high in the air. "N... n... nooo," he finally said, "my pee... pee... pee... peepee!" he was gasping so hard for breath he could hardly talk. "This will be better, Cowboy!" I shouted as I dove back in, lapping madly causing wild screams to emit from his 6-year-old throat. "Remember," I shouted, "I have to stimulate you everywhere to cure your legs – Doctor's orders!" "Okay!" he screamed out in lust, and then let out another scary shriek of lustful ecstasy.
Stimulate him everywhere... oh yeah... why rush? Holding him tightly by the sides of his precious, soft hineycheeks, I branched out, rubbing my face in his crack, all over his sweet mounds of buttflesh. I sniffed, I blew, I licked, I bit, I sucked. I took huge globs of buttcheek in my mouth and licked, hummed, and sucked on it, almost giving him a hicky. He was writhing in pleasure and calming down some – but still loving it! So was I!
"You know what I going to do, Dewey?" I asked, still panting. "Wh... what?" he cried out in lustful gasps. "I'm going to give you an orgasm in your butt," I said, between my slobbering, licking and sucking. "It's called a buttasm – that's what the doctor said I had to do." "O... okay!" he cried as I went back to his center and started to just suck on his little hole.
O gosh. I couldn't make it last any longer. I was too gone in lust now. I was going in for the kill. "Open it for me!" I cried, and then I started jabbing my tongue madly, waiting for that quarter of an inch opening when I could actually get the tip of my tongue into him. At times he was able to keep it open like that for several seconds, allowing me to wriggle it around and even fuck it in and out a bit. Oh shit! Fireworks were exploding in my brain!
And little Dewey was exploding too. I had to hold him tighter as he started to shake and writhe and buck around more. And his screams – his impossibly high screams. On the one hand, my eardrums were being practically shattered but on the other, my lust was driven by his screaming reactions to my horny tongue.
Once again, I found myself screaming into his little-boy upturned white ass as I tried to do everything conceivable to it all at once. We both screamed – him emitting bloodcurdling shrieks into the air while I cried and screamed into his open ass, all the while licking, lapping, slurping, sucking, stabbing, slobbering, even humming into it with my screams.
He was pounding his little fists on the rug now: "Blam, blam, blam, blam, blam!" almost in a rhythm; which told me he was getting close. Somehow amid my over-the-top passion, I realized that I had never seen one of the boys cum when I made them cum. No, I had always kept my face pressed to whatever part of their crotch I was sucking. Either that, or I had exploded back away from them, lost in my own convulsions. So as I continued my no-holds-barred assault on his ass and listened to both our screams, I decided that this time I was going to watch – to visually enjoy the fruits of my labors.
"AAAHHH!!!" he was screaming as if being eaten alive. And my cock was throbbing as if it would explode and kill me in the process. "HHMMMM!!!" I screamed up inside of him as my tongue continued to mercilessly fuck his now open asshole. "AAAAHHHHH!!!" he wailed again, with impossible volume and unimaginable shrillness. Oh Dewey! You're driving me crazy! I gotta get you off, man!
Moving my cheeks and tongue all around to make my mouth water, I virtually hocked a gob of clear spit onto his boy butt and then went at him with my tongue like a jackhammer, literally digging into his wet hole with my slippery tongue as fast as it would possibly move. In and out in and out like a piston in a V8 hemi engine. "GGRRYYYKK! GRRRRMMMPHHH! FFFYYYKKKCC!" his screams unintelligible now, my fingers digging into the sides of his buttcheeks to hold him still and force the sexy contact with my tongue.
"AAAHHHH!!! AAAHHHH!!! AAAHHHH!!!" his frightening screams were coming in time with his fist pounding now, his ass shoving itself up into my face with each scream. And then... and then I felt it – that powerful rhythmic thrust of his ass muscles around my stabbing tongue. This was it! HE WAS CUMMING!!!
Letting him fly, I jumped up to a standing position, grabbed my cock and started jacking as I looked down to see him exploding on the floor. With each wave of his powerful orgasm, his middle heaved itself up off the floor, then slammed back down with a thud causing his legs to flop up, making him look like some kind of crazy, mutant inchworm. His eyes were wide open in shock, his head also being jerked up, then banging back to the floor with each convulsion of his middle. His screams were lower, more like loud lustful grunts, again, coming in rhythm with each of his upward thrusts.
When I saw his cock pulsing all by itself as he thrust his middle up into the air, that was enough to send me over. Joining him in screams, I started spewing out a load like I was trying to shoot down the enemy. The first spurt shot all the way across Dewey and landed on the sofa. In my wild jacking and cumming, the others went all over, on the rug, the Legos – onto Dewey. But using every brain cell in my head, I willed myself to keep my eyes on Dewey and stay upright, reveling in looking down on his jerking, convulsions and spasms.
It was amazing. I watched as a little boy went crazy. And I had done it. I had brought him to this point of sheer ecstasy. I had given him this buttasm.
All too soon but almost together, our respective dick throbbing and body jerking slowed down. I still stood mesmerized by the continued yet milder jerks and pumps that his spermless dick and body were making, accompanied by his gasping for air and the heaving of his chest for oxygen. Oh fuck! What a scene!!! Oh Dewey!!!
My own panting slowed down along with his until it was almost quiet. He had his eyes closed, but then he opened them, looked at me and smiled. "So how was that, Cowboy?" I asked. "Did that cure you? Can you move those legs now?" "Uh-huh," he said with a grin, and showed me by lifting them up and down, a big smile on his face. "And did you like your `buttasm?'" I asked. "OH YES!" he cried, looking at me with sheer happiness. "Well, that's what the doctor told me on the phone to give you," I said as I flopped down beside him. "He's a good doctor!" piped little Dewey. Then he picked up some Legos, and started building a building on top of my chest.
Coming in Chapter 25 – A Night with Dewy Part 2 – Naughty Peeboy
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