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 8 How to Get a Clean Boy Dirty

I woke up at 5:00 to the sound of my cellphone alarm going off. Eleven-year-old Malcolm was still entwined onto me and his twelve-year-old brother, Reese, was still spooned up against him. I sighed as I recalled the events of earlier this afternoon, how I had not only given Malcolm his first blowjob but also his first ever orgasm. Malcolm had given me a long hard kiss that sent me to the moon; then I had another mind-blowing orgasm as I gave Malcolm his first ever rim-job -- and that was a first for me too! Could my life possibly get any better? I didn't see how.

I gently shook their naked bodies to rouse them from their nap. "C'mon, guys, your parents are expecting you home for dinner," I said. They stretched a bit and rolled out of the bed. Man I loved looking at their waking, naked bodies. Malcolm started to put his underwear and shorts on but Reese started right for the door. "Reese!" I shouted. He turned around and looked at me sleepily. "Shorts!" I pointed. He shrugged his shoulders, then sat down on the bed and donned his boxers and shorts, then lumbered toward the door. Malcolm followed, then stopped. Reese stopped and waited for his brother.

"I want to kiss and cuddle with Mom and Dad like you and Dewey have been doing," Malcolm said to his brother, then looked at me. "So?" said Reese, "do it then." "I don't know how to get started," said Malcolm. Reese just rolled his eyes. "Malcolm," I said, "it will happen. If not tonight, then tomorrow. When you want it bad enough, you'll figure it out." "Okay, thanks," said Malcolm, "I mean, thanks for EVERYTHING!" "You, too, Sunshine!" I said as I got up and gave him a tight hug. "C'mon," said Reese, "I'm hungry." So they started for the door. "I'll be back after dinner," Reese yelled, then the sound of the front door closing. I realized that my cock, though totally soft, was aching. "I wonder if I sprained it?" I thought. Maybe I should cut down on orgasms. Anyway, I was hungry too, so I pulled on my shorts and went to the kitchen for a beer and a sandwich.

As promised, hot little Reese showed up after dinner. You probably wouldn't notice if you weren't looking for it, but I could tell that his little four-incher was already half hard and tenting out his shorts, trying to stand up. "C'mon, let's get started!" he exclaimed. And he shoved his shorts and underwear down in one swift move, his now rock hard cock pointing up. Again, I thought I almost heard it go "boing" as it popped up when the waistband of his boxers cleared it. It did hit him in the stomach and made a slight slapping sound. Even that made my knees buckle. It was so sexy! Everything about this boy was sexy to me -- (even his snot, but that's a different chapter)! He looked at me with his bright, eager smile. Such a handsome face; such a hot little body!

We went into the bathroom and I started the water. "It's going to take several minutes to fill up," I said. "You want me to carry you around like I did yesterday?" "Yeah!" he cried excitedly, as he reached his arms up toward my neck. I got him under the armpits and pulled him up to me. He wrapped his bare legs tightly around my naked waist, his hard little fuck-rod pushing into my stomach. He rested his head on my shoulder, rubbing against my cheek as I positioned my hands under his bare buttocks. Then he leaned back, looked at me with glowing eyes, and planted one of his special, long, gentle kisses on my lips. Ahhh...so sweet!

"What are your brothers doing tonight?" I asked, as he put his head back on my shoulder. I had wondered if now that Malcolm had been initiated into the joys of oral sex, if he was going to be demanding it constantly the way his horny pubescent brother did. "It's Dewey's night to do chores," he answered, "and Malcolm's lying on the couch on top of Dad, naked." "Already?!" I exclaimed. "How did that happen?"

Well, as I've said already, Reese has a fairly uncomplicated view of the world. And sometimes, folks with that view, while maybe not the smartest, have a way of cutting through the bull and getting things done faster than the rest of us -- those of us who overthink everything. So the story he told me was that when they got home, their dad was lying on the couch watching TV. Malcolm stopped toward the end of the couch, near his father's knees, with Reese standing behind him. "Hi, boys!" said their dad, looking up at them. And then: "Did you want something Malcolm?" Malcolm just stood there for a few seconds. Then with another roll of his eyes, Reese grabbed the waist band of Malcolm's shorts and briefs together, and shoved them all the way down to his ankles in one swoop. Then he quickly stood up and shoved Malcolm in the direction of his father. As Malcolm's feet were caught in his pants, he couldn't take a step to steady himself, and had no choice but to fall right onto his father, chest-to-chest and face-to-face.

Malcolm had a look of shock and surprise on his face, but then he saw the smile and love in his father's eyes and immediately relaxed. "I love you, Daddy," he said. Then he gave his father a nice, long, gentle kiss on the lips, just like he had learned from watching his brothers. Hal, as expected, started crying, and also rubbing Malcolm all over, including going down over his bare butt. When Hal realized how far he had gone, he said, "Oh, sorry son." But Malcolm reached around and picked up his father's hand and put it back on his butt. Then he gave his father another nice, special kiss while his daddy continued to rub his little bottom. Reese picked up Malcolm's feet, pulled his shorts and briefs clear off and placed Malcolm's feet on top of his dad's legs. Dewey, who had been watching TV on the floor, stood up and was ready to pounce. Reese had even further presence of mind to decide that Malcolm and Daddy should be alone on this first time, so he picked up Dewey and said, "C'mon, Dewey. I'll play with you in our room." "Okay!" said Dewey. Reese even remembered to take nude Malcolm's clothes with him to their room so his mother wouldn't have anything to yell about. "Lois, c'mere!" he heard his dad shout as he and Dewey went down the hall.

"Wow, Reese!" I pulled him back away from me so I could look him in the eye. "I'm really impressed. You thought of everything!" Reese beamed with pride. "You know what?" I said, "I think Malcolm has a very good big brother!" "You mean Francis?" he asked (Francis was the fifteen-year-old brother they had told me about who was away at military school). "No, I mean you! For what you did for Malcolm!" Reese had that sweet, dumb look on his face that I so loved. My words were slowly sinking in. "Wow!" he exclaimed, "I am, aren't I? I've never been a good big brother before. This is cool!" "Yes it is, Little Man!" I said. "Yes it is." And I turned off the water. The tub was ready.

I wasn't sure why Reese had particularly asked to be sucked off in the tub. I mean, my big whirlpool tub was so deep, it covered up most of your body when you got down into it. Was he thinking I would suck him off under the water? Who am I kidding? Reese doesn't think -- well not that often, anyway. I shucked down my shorts and boxers and threw them aside. Like his brother, Malcolm, Reese didn't seem to really take any notice of my cock -- just another body part. Kind of like if you met someone in pants, then saw them in shorts a few days after, you really wouldn't think about their knees.

Anyway, I turned on the motor and set the timer for 15 minutes and we got in. "WOW!" cried Reese, "this is awesome!" And then: "Are you going to suck me now?" Right to the point. "I guess you will have to stand like you did by the front door yesterday," I said. "Okay!" Reese exclaimed, as he jumped up with a humongous smile on his face and offered me his skyward pointing dicklett,. I had told you in an earlier chapter that we had decided that Reese would stay still and let me service him and then at the end I would let him fuck my face to finish. That way, it would last longer and we would both get more enjoyment. But I knew he really liked to control it and I figured I would just let him and we would get this first orgasm out of the way quickly. I had other plans for him later -- for a different part of his anatomy. That's when I would really get MY enjoyment...

He grabbed my head and rammed it in and started pumping -- so rough, so callous, so sexy! I loved every minute of it, my cock standing up as hard as ever! As I said, I think I needed to give my cock a rest so I wasn't going to jack off this time. Instead, I just concentrated on feeling his marvelous, muscular, jutting, little butt. I didn't even have to rub it that much. I could just let my hands keep still and let his pumping do the work. I had wondered what would be different about sucking him in the tub. Well, the fact that his butt was all wet and slippery made its smoothness ten times more delectable to me. Yes...yet another first on my list of sexual things that would send me into orbit. We would definitely be doing this again!

"Uh... uh... uh!" he grunted and groaned like a little animal, letting out a grunt with each thrust as his smooth stomach made slapping noises against my face. I amped up my sucking and my tongue work. I started making "Hmmms," too. I wanted to get his cum, in part, because I was horny. But also, and I say yes, even more so, because I wanted to cuddle with him in the tub before the whirl-pooling stopped. "Oh shit! Oh fuck, you cocksucker! I'm gonna cum down your throat! You want it faggot?!" I looked up, and his face was red -- sweat dripping down. Fuck, so sexy! "Mm-hmm," I mumbled with my mouth full of boy-dick. You might wonder why I allowed him to call me names like that. To be honest, I don't even think he realized he was doing it. He was 100 percent respectful to me at all other times. And the fact is, I just really got off on making him lose it that way. My six-inch cock was pulsing and throbbing!

"AHHH!!!" he cried, "I'm cumming!! Take it, baby swallow that load, you slut!" Even in his daze of lust, he had the presence of mind to pull his penis back a couple of inches. He knew now, that I liked the sensation of his sweet boy-cum hitting my horny tongue. Plus, I think he also liked having his cockhead in my mouth, so he could feel me literally sucking the cum out of him. Oh shit, oh shit!!! I reached for my cock in nearly blind lust, but talked myself out of it. "Save it for later!" I screamed to myself, and had just enough discipline to listen.

"AHHH!!!" cried Reese again, and once more I felt that familiar mighty throb of his powerful little fuck-stick and the first splatter of his boy-juice hitting my tongue. Once more, I was in ecstasy at both the physical sensation and the mental thought of the fact that I was taking into me, something that came from Reese, something that he created, something that represented his essence -- his MALE essence. Oh fuck, there was nothing hotter possible in the universe! Once again I almost reached for my cock to make myself cum and once again, I forced myself out of it.

"Oh FUCK! SHIT!" Reese cried, his pumping finally slowing down, then him backing off and pulling out of my sucking mouth with a loud "Pop!" Oh fuck ñ even that sound made me want to attack my own boner again, but still I held off. He collapsed back against the other end of the tub with a big splash. But that's okay. After my earlier bath with Malcolm, I knew to cover the floor near the tub with towels this time.

"Man!" he said, still in a daze, but looking at me with a grateful gleam in his eyes as he sat there panting. "I'm glad I don't go quite so crazy over getting sucked now," he said, "but it still feels just as good!" "Just wait `til later, Little Man," I thought to myself: "I'm going to show you what crazy is."

And then, Reese got a funny look on his face, a little more serious. "You know," he said, "if you're going to be sucking my cock all the time, I shouldn't have to call you `Mr. Jones.'"

Oh fuck... was this it? Was he really going to make me his bitch? Treat me like shit now? I couldn't allow that if I was going to be his teacher at school. Was our relationship as I knew it over already? I felt myself turning pale. "Why is that, Reese?" I just barely forced myself to say, hardly able to keep my composure.

"Because," he said, "when you do it, I feel so close to you. And I love you so much for doing it, and for how you're so nice to do that for me." (I was crumbling inside.) "You said we were friends," he continued, "and `Mr. Jones' is so...so..." "Formal?" I asked, breathless. "Yeah, that's it!" said Reese. "It's too formal."

I tried to swallow down a big lump in my throat -- tried to swallow the guilt I was feeling for what I was just thinking about Reese. I'm sure glad that he couldn't read minds. "C'mere, you!" I spread my arms wide, choking back tears. Just like Malcolm, he jumped across the tub and dived onto me, forcing out a gallon of water as he did. Unlike Malcolm, he didn't notice that he did, but that's okay.

"Well, Reese," I said, still teary as I wrapped my arms around him in a big hug. "I'm going to have you and your brothers in school in the fall and I can't have you calling me by my first name there. And if you do it here, then it's going to be awfully hard for you to go back to Mr. Jones' at school. Maybe..." I was thinking. "Maybe you can call me Uncle Jones,'" I said. He lifted his head up off my chest and looked at me with a frown. "No, that still doesn't sound right," he said. "What about `Uncle Jonesy?'" I asked. He frowned and started to shake his head, and then: "'Uncle Jay!'" he blurted out. "'Uncle Jay' is cool. Can we call you that?" he looked so happy, smiling up at me. I started to cry. Gosh, I guess I was a lot like his dad.

"What's the matter? What did I say?!" he asked. He looked like he could cry too. "Oh Reese," I said. I'm crying because I feel so happy. You see, I would really love to be your uncle. I wish I was your uncle -- that I had nephews like you and Malcolm and Dewey for real. And you see, my first name is Jason but my whole family calls me `Jay' for short. So when you called me Uncle Jay, just like my real family would, it just made me...Oh, Reese!" I said squeezing him and leaning down my head to rub it on the top of his. "I love you so much!" I exclaimed, still choking back tears.

"So I made you cry because I made you happy?!" he asked. "Yes," I nodded still teary. "Wow!" he said, "this is like a day of -- like in history or something for me! First, I found out I'm a good big brother, then I made somebody cry because I made them happy. I sure never did that before!" (Actually, he had with his father but he wasn't thinking.) And then he started singing! He just put his little head on my chest and starting singing in a made-up tune, "I made Uncle Jay so happy that he cried. I made Uncle Jay so happy that he cried." The tune didn't really sound that good, but who cares? Man, it was the cutest thing. There seemed to be a million different ways that this little dude was able to make me love him.

Then we just laid there like that in in the tub in silence awhile, further relaxing into the water and into each other. I would not have traded those ten minutes for a summer in Hawaii. It was paradise. When the water stopped swirling he wanted me to turn it back on, but I explained to him that too much time in the whirlpool makes you feel shaky -- maybe even sick. "Okay," and his little brow was furrowed again. "You got any boats to play with?" he asked. In my mind I said, "Duh -- I'm 22," but out loud I just said, "No."

"I'll get some," he said as he got up and out of the tub. "Towel!" I cried, and he grabbed one and rubbed it on himself for three seconds. "And Reese, I really don't want you to go home like that." "I'm not," he said, and he walked over to the nightstand and picked up my cellphone and dialed a number. "Hey Dewey, I'm taking a bath with Mr. Jones and we don't have anything to play with. Will you bring the bathtub toys over for me? Okay. Bye." By this time he had walked back into the bathroom. "Dewey will be right over," he said as he put my cellphone on the side of the tub. "Reese?" I tried not to come down too hard on him. "Do you think it's a good idea for Dewey to know that you and I are taking a bath together?" I asked, with not a little tenseness in my voice. Reese looked at me with his dumb, blank expression, then: "Oh, you're right," he said. "When Dewey sees this tub, he's going to want to get in with us." "No, Reese, what I MEANT was --" "But don't worry," he interrupted. "I just remembered, it's Dewey's night to do chores," and he put his head back on my chest, looking pleased with himself as we heard the sound of the front door opening.

"Reese!" we heard the high pitched voice of little Dewey shouting. "Back here!" cried Reese, nearly bursting my eardrums with his volume. He still had his head on my chest. Then he sat up, and I quickly leaned forward, trying to hide my still hard cock. Little Dewey was wearing a pair of bib overalls but nothing else -- no shirt or shoes. Man, did he look cute! "Thanks, Dewey!" said Reese, taking the plastic basket of boats and other toys from him. Then, as predicted, six-year-old Dewey cried, "I wanna take a bath too!" "No, Dewey," said Reese. "It's just me and Mr. Jones tonight." Dewey started pouting and his eyes began to blaze. I don't know if he was working up to a tantrum or a cry or what. "Dewey, I promise, you can come back another night and take a bath, right, Mr. Jones?" "Yes, Dewey," I said, "you can come this weekend." I wanted to put it off a few days and have some more fun with Reese and Malcolm in the meantime. Dewey looked at me like he was trying to figure out how far he could go with me. "But I want to take a bath, nnooowww," he whined (change of tactic). "Did you finish all your chores?" asked Reese, and from the way Reese said it, I knew that Reese knew he hadn't. "Yes," said Dewey, looking down at his bare feet. "I'm going to ask Mom," Reese said and grabbed the phone. "NO!" cried Dewey and tried to grab it but Reese quickly moved back to the other side of the tub out of reach.

"Mom," Reese said into the phone, "has Dewey finished all his chores yet? Well tell him to come home, `cause I'm taking a bath with Mr. Jones, and we want to play by ourselves. "WHAT THE FUCK?!!!" I screamed inside my head..."REESE, WHAT HAVE YOU DONE?!!!" "Yeah," I heard him say through my daze -- I thought I was going to throw up -- preferably on Reese. "He's got this huge whirlpool tub in his bedroom," he continued happily. "You should see it -- it's awesome!" "Oh Reese, you are killing me," I thought. "She wants to talk to you," said Reese, holding out the phone. "H..hello?" I managed to garble out. "Hi, Mr. Jones, this is Lois, how are you?" (She wasn't even upset?!! Again, I asked myself what kind of family was this?) "Um...fine, you?" I managed to say. "Oh, I'm fine," she answered. "Listen she said, "I need you to send Dewey home. He hasn't finished his evening chores so he can't take a bath with you boys tonight. Maybe some other time." Was she messing with me? She sounded perfectly normal -- perfectly happy.

"How about Friday?" I asked, now regaining my composure. "Actually," I continued, "I was thinking of asking all three boys if they wanted to spend the weekend with me, if that's okay with you. The pool should be ready by then. We can hang out; and it will give you and Hal a break." (While I'm sucking and rimming her little boys -- aren't I a good neighbor?)

"Well, I don't know," she said, sounding hesitant, "let me check with my husband." And I guess she only half covered up the phone because I heard her do this sort of half-whispered yell: "Hal!" she exclaimed. "Mr. Jones next door wants to keep the kids for us this weekend!" "All THREE?!" Hal exclaimed in that same whispered yell. I think they were deliriously happy but not wanting me to hear it. "Tell him YES!" exclaimed Hal, and I thought I heard jumping sounds...were they dancing?" "Um...yes, Mr. Jones," said Lois in her best responsible parent voice. "We think that would be fine -- very nice of you." "Okay, Lois," I said, "I'll talk to you later about the details. Oh, and Lois?" "Yes?" she asked. "The name's `Jason,'" I said. "Okay," she said, "goodnight, Jason." "Goodnight," I replied and I'm sure I heard shrieks of laughter as she was hanging up the phone.

So, poor Dewey was sent home and Reese and I had tremendous fun for the next half hour playing fisherman, tug boat captain, and war of course. I was a Commander; he was a Navy Seal. When the water started to get a little colder, I shifted gears into the next part of my plan. "Hey, Reese," I said. "You remember when I washed your butthole when I was checking to see if you had any injury back there?" "Uh-huh," he answered. "You liked that, didn't you?" I asked. "Sure, it was okay -- felt kinda good," he replied casually. "Well you wanna know what makes it feel way better?" I asked. "What?" he replied. "It feels way better when your dick is hard," I said. "Really?" he asked and he looked like he wasn't really grasping how that could be.

"I'll show you," I said. "Sit up on the edge of the tub." He did. "Now," I said, "feel the skin under your balls." He did. "It feels soft, right?" "Yup," he replied. "Now," I said, "see how it changes when your dick gets hard." I took his 3-inch flaccid little penis into my hot mouth. Hmmmmm... He was fully erect in three sucks. This was the first time I ever felt him actually get hard in my mouth. Up to now, he had always been rock hard before I touched him. Feeling him get hard in my mouth got me way hard again too -- rock hard. "Ahhh!" he cried, "don't stop!" (I didn't want to, but I had bigger plans...) "Patience, little man," I said. "Now," I continued, "feel under your balls again." He did. "See how it feels a lot firmer now, sort of like your cock when it's hard?" "Cool!" he said. "See," I continued (I was being "medical" with him again) "your pleasure zone goes from the end of your cock, down your shaft, down through and including your balls, down under your balls to your asshole, then through your asshole and up inside you to your prostate. It feels good anywhere along there. That's why some guys like to get fucked in the ass."

"Oh!" he said, his eyes were gleaming. "Have you ever been fucked in the ass?" he asked, his eyes getting bigger. Man, it was hard to keep this kid on track sometimes. "I'll answer that another time," I said, "but let's get back to YOU and YOUR `pleasure zone.'" That was perfectly fine with him, the little horndog! "Like I said," I continued, "when your dick is hard, it makes the whole area from your cock down into your butt a lot more sensitive, so any kind of stimulation on your butthole feels really awesome." He was just looking at me with a great big grin, fully trusting and expecting to like whatever I did with him next.

"Here, c'mere," I said, and I got him on my lap, then I lifted him up on my knees, raising him up out of the water. I grabbed the soap and got a good lather on my hand. "Now lean back and bring your knees up to your chest," I said. He did so immediately -- oh fuck, so hot! I slowly moved my soapy finger toward his obscenely exposed butthole and gave it a little rub. "Oh!!!" he cried, and jumped so hard I could barely hold on to him. "Man!" he said, "do that again!" His brow was furrowed up with passion but he had a huge, goofy smile on his face. This time he grabbed onto me and tensed up, trying to ready himself to stay in place. He was leaning back to me -- his shoulder blades on my chest and his head back -- his cheek against mine. I held him with my arm across his wet, slippery, smooth chest. It was such a sweet, intimate position to be in as I violated his most private place.

I went back in and gave him another little rub with my finger. "Oh fuck!" he cried and jumped again, but this time, only a couple of inches. I held him even tighter on the chest and went back to give his little exit a steady back and forth rub. "Oh!... Oh!... Oh!" he cried and squirmed. But I kept my hand on his sweet little ass as he moved around and never stopped my finger rubbing on his pink, hairless hole. Oh fuck! I felt my cock throbbing under him. I saw his rigid four-incher jump as well. It was so fuckin' hot! And we were just beginning! "Oh man! Oh shit! Oh..." and his expletives turned into more of a steady moan as I rubbed back and forth. I kept it up for another minute or two as he continued to moan, swear, and squirm. Just his wet body squirming against mine was enough to make me crazy. Another thing to add to my "to-do" list with him maybe? Naked, wet wrestling perhaps?

"Okay, wait," I said. I had an idea. I gently slid him off me and got out of the tub. I turned the whirlpool motor back on and set it for just 3 minutes. Then I got back into the tub and pulled him on to me in the same position as before, his knees up to his chest, exposing wide his hot little pucker for all the world to see -- well for me anyway. I put one arm under the center of his back and got the other one right behind his knees. Then I lifted him off of me, lowered him somewhat into the water and moved him until his little winker was right in front of one of the whirlpool jets. It had the expected effect.

"SSSHHHHIIIITTTTT!!! OH FUCK!!!" he cried, and he was trying to bounce around like a bucking bronco. But I was ready, and using all my upper body strength, I kept his body squished together in a ball with his hot little hole still aimed at the force of the jet. "AH!!! AH!!! AH!!!" he cried, still jerking around, his head banging back and forth so hard, you'd think he would snap his neck. Next, I started moving him back and forth, bringing him away from the pulsing water, then back up to it in a slow rhythm. "Ah...ah...ah..." he moaned and panted in time to the movement, his cock jumping every time I got him closest to the force of the jet. In no time at all, the motor stopped and we were left in the quiet of the now lukewarm water.

I leaned back and pulled him back onto me. I let him lie there on top of me and recover while I stroked up and down his wonderful, slippery, pre-teen chest. "Hmmm," I sighed out loud. "What are you going to do to me next?" he asked, tired, but cheerful. "Are you gonna suck me again now?" And he turned his head and looked at me with his pleading, "Bambi-eyes" look. "Well, Little Man," I said, there's something more I can do on your butthole that's even better than what we've done already. "Really?!" he asked. "Yeah," I continued, "actually I did it with Malcolm this afternoon and he went crazy over it. That's probably what caused the screaming you heard when you were outside the window." "Wow," he said, "tell me!" "Well," (I took my time...and I turned him sideways on my lap so I could look him in the eye.) "There's something that feels even better on your butthole than a finger; better than a jet of water; and that... is... another person's tongue.

His smile quickly faded into his familiar look of confusion. It wasn't that he was shocked as much as that he couldn't even process what I had just said. "I know it sounds dirty," I said, "but your asshole is clean. But then, it is a dirty thing to do -- dirty in a nasty, naughty, sexy way!" And I gave him my best evil grin (one I had learned from him). He just sat there for a second with that dumb, loveable look on his face. "How could someone do that?" he must be thinking. "How could someone do that?" he said out loud. "You really did that? You put your tongue where Malcolm's poop comes out? That is so gross! That is so sick! That is so...so --" And then in a flash, he jumped up and threw his chest over the side of the tub; his little ass wickedly sticking out at me. "Do it!" he said in a loud, nasty growl.

Oh FUCK! Reese, you make me so HOT! "On the bed!" I said, almost shouting already. Of course he jumped up and flew right to the bed before toweling off. I jumped out and did a cursory drying of myself, then walked out of the bathroom to see him in that same obscene position he got in the first day I got a look at his butthole. He was in the center of the bed on all fours, his knees bent with his ass sticking way out and his cheeks obscenely spread. Instead of being on his hands, he was down on his elbows which put his shoulders almost down on the bed and had the effect of putting his ass way up in the air compared to the rest of him. I can't think of another word to describe it -- OBSCENE, OBSCENE, OBSCENE!!! And my cock was HARD, HARD, FUCKIN' ROCK HARD!!! I was about to blow already!

I climbed onto the side of the bed and quickly dried him off, going over his back, butt, down his legs, then reaching under him to dry his front. I threw the towel into the bathroom and walked around to the end of the bed to stare at the magnificent sight before me -- Reese's totally smooth, muscular little ass. I thought back to the first time with him, just 2 days ago, when I had to make up a story to get a look and touch at his little ass. Now, I could do anything I wanted -- ravish him with my tongue without fear. And ravish him, I would. I heard myself panting already.

I got down on my knees at the end of the bed and took in the sight before Me -- Reese's obscenely spread and jutting, buttcheeks with his little pucker open to the world. Ohhh... If I had to decide on only one thing I could look at the rest of my life, it wouldn't be family, or sunsets, or anything on a screen. It would be the sight before me now. I know I've said it before but I had never been so hard in my life. I guess I said the same thing about Malcolm, though. Who did I like better? Which ass was better to see? To rim? Would you believe me if I said they were different from each other but both equally special in their own way? What if I said that my favorite brother was simply the one I was with at the time? It's true! I can believe it! What's hard to believe is that anyone could be so lucky.

So there it was -- all for me. Reese's ass. Somewhat tan already, about a foot wide maybe, the back of his ballsac hanging down between his widely spread legs. Not a hair in sight. So hot, so innocent, so brazenly sexy, so child-like trusting, so HORNY -- both of us!

"Well?" he asked, are you gonna do it? Are you gonna lick me?" Oh, man, just hearing him say "are you gonna lick me" out loud with that sexy, young, 12-year-old voice made me dizzy. Fuck, fuck, fuck! I hope I didn't faint again.

I moved my tongue around in my mouth to get it good and wet and leaned in. I gave it one lap and then heard a scream from Reese, then a loud "CRACK" almost simultaneously. I was in a daze for a second. I didn't know what happened. But Reese was lying fully down on his stomach with his head at the headboard and groaning. Apparently, at first contact of my tongue with his hole, he shot forward like a rocket and slammed into the headboard. The crash was so loud, once I realized what had happened, I half expected to see little cartoon birds flying around his head. "Reese! Reese! Are you alright?" I shouted, shaking him by the shoulder. "Ohhh..." he moaned. I got him moved down a bit so I could inspect the top of his head. It was easy to see his scalp between his spiked hair. No damage. No damage to the headboard either. "Reese, are you okay?" I said again. "M... m... more..." he replied as he tried to get back up on all fours.

"No, not in that position," I said. I was disappointed because I loved looking at him that way, but I could hardly send him home with a concussion. "Here," I said, "put your middle on these pillows," and I put the bed pillows in the middle of the bed so he could lie on them and still have his ass up in the air. I noticed that as he climbed on, he was still rock hard, the little fucker.

The grown up, non-horny part of me paused to ask myself, "Was this safe? I mean, if it affects him that much could something else happen? Could a 12-year-old boy have a heart attack?" That's what my brain said. My cock said, "Nah, go for it!" I don't have to tell you which part of my anatomy won.

I grabbed onto his legs as tightly as I could and dove in. "AaaaawwwwwWWWWWW!!!!!" he cried. It was non-stop. He sounded like an injured puppy howling in pain. A big, loud puppy. But he wasn't trying to get away from my lapping tongue so I kept going. Oh shit, it was so hot! Oh fuck, for the umpteenth time in 4 days I felt like my 6-inch-boner would explode at any second! Reese's freakish cries were a little scary (10 percent) but majorly sexy (90 percent!). It was a new sound from him that bumped me up to a new level of horniness.

This was only the second time I had ever rimmed anyone, much less a boy, his younger brother Malcolm being the first, just hours ago. I had fantasized about it for years and quickly decided that this was now my favorite thing to do. Somehow, having my face buried in a little ass seemed even more sexy than having my mouth on a cock -- more intimate, a more private place, a greater intrusion of innocence and extension of trust. I can't say that I was "in love" with Reese as so many guys might say they are in stories. But I was definitely in love with his hole -- or in lust!

And the sounds he was making! The sounds Malcolm made! My big thing was hearing guys go crazy from the ministrations of my mouth and tongue and if rimming was going to elicit this, it was definitely going to be a part of the future routine! "EEEOOOWWWW!!" he continued to scream like a little banshee. I didn't see how he could keep that up long without losing his voice. But then, he wasn't going to last much longer. I found myself making noises also as I smashed my face between his sweet buttcheeks, making all manner of moans and gurgling sounds as I lapped, stabbed an sucked. While at first, I was disappointed to not have him in that obscene position on his hands and knees, I found that in this position, my face was literally buried between his smooth, firm melons. I could really feel his little ass surrounding me -- it was so fuckin' HOT!!

It was a challenge, but I was able to keep my tongue in constant contact with his little pink winker as he writhed back and forth on the bed. Then it hit me that if he was going to cum soon, I had to flip him over now and give him the ultimate treatment. "Reese!" (I was so horny I was practically screaming). "Try to relax and push out on your hole like you did when I was examining you before! It will let me get my tongue in better!" I cried as I flipped him over onto his back and threw the pillows aside. "Okay!" he managed to blurt out as he got a 2 second reprieve from the assault of my maddeningly horny wet licker.

Like with Malcolm, I grabbed his ankles and threw them up to his ears, then grabbed his phenomenal little preteen ass and yanked it two feet into the air. And again, I arched my own body to get my aching cockhead in contact with his squirming back as once again I dove in to his tight hole! My ultimate fantasy with my ultimate boy. Maybe I would be the one to have a heart attack! It was almost more than I could process -- like winning the lottery, becoming a movie star, and getting elected president all on the same day!

I pulled back a second and said, "Open up," in a guttural tone. I saw his hole open up to the size of a pencil and quickly jammed the tip of my tongue in before it could close. That had to be the horniest thing I'd ever seen and I dove back in like an animal now. Like a tiger who hadn't eaten in weeks. "YYYYEEEEOOOOAAAAHHHH!!!!" screamed Reese at an ear-splitting volume. "Keep it open, baby!" I cried as I lapped trying to get him relaxed. He was bucking his hips wildly but I was doing my best to keep him from moving too much and follow him with my head, never breaking the hole-to-tongue connection. "AHHHH!! AHHHH!! A-HA! A-HA! A-HA!" Those rhythmic cries were the sound of Reese breaking into sobs. Oh well, I was kind of used to it now with these brothers.

I made big, wide, wet laps up and down his hole for half a minute. I was feeling his hole relax more and stay open longer, even though emotionally, he was in a manic state. I grabbed his awesome cheeks and, with my thumbs at his hole, pried him open as far as I could and began my final, radical assault. Pointing my tongue as much as I could and smashing my face obscenely hard into his widely spread boy behind, I jammed my tongue in as far as I could then back and forth, back and forth in a wild fucking motion. "A-HA! A-HA! A-HA!" he cried, and I do mean cried. He was smashing his tightly clenched fists onto the bed and slamming his head onto the mattress, even as his feet were bounding crazily in all directions. Still, I kept a firm grip on his ass and continued my tongue fucking on the entrance to the center of his being.

Oh shit! I was crazed with lust! "MMM! GRHPK! FCKKK!" I mumbled, moaned and snarled, unable to keep myself from making obscene, loud grunts and groans even as I never lost contact with my tongue up his opening. "A-HA! A-HA! A-HA!" he continued to cry. This went on for a minute -- two minutes. I was shocked that he hadn't cum yet. But then, I hadn't sucked him -- in fact, neither he nor I had touched his dick. I had had my eyes closed, lost in lust, but then opened them to look at his sex-crazed, twisted little face. Fuck, it was such a horny sight that I -- if it were possible, and apparently it was -- managed to up my level of voraciousness on his little 12-year-old pucker. I smashed my face into him even further and pried him open even more -- no doubt causing him pain on both counts but the pleasure obviously outweighed it. Without losing contact, I actually screamed into his open ass, doing a shrill, Indian warcry as my tongue sped up the fucking motion. "EEOOOWWWW!!!" I screamed, over and over as I tried to get my breath in between.

Reese was practically in convulsions now, no longer crying or thrashing in any kind of rhythm, but frantically pounding all his body parts all over the place as he gasped for air amid ear-splitting shrieks and sobs. I don't know how it is possible, but it just seemed like every scene I had with these neighbor boys was somehow hotter than the last. I'm truly running out of words to describe it. FUCK! FUCK! FUCK!! SHIT! SHIT! SHIT!! OBSCENE! SEXY! OFF THE CHART! EXPLOSION! PARADISE! DREAM COME TRUE!

"OH FUCK!!!!" I heard. This time it was not my exploding thoughts but the cries of young Reese. And then, immediately I knew why. I had gone somewhere else -- lost in my lust as I listened to his cries at my rimming, but along with his expletive outburst, a feeling on my tongue pulled me back. His little hole was throbbing, spasming on my tongue as I looked down to see his cock pulsing and shooting out little spurts of boy-cum down onto his own contorted face -- even a little into his open, screaming mouth. And neither of us were even touching his little 4-inch dick!

As you can guess, the whole scene sent me into orbit and I, too, exploded, sending my seed skyrocketing up to my own face, and a lot of it landing back down on his little ass. As you might also guess, I felt faint, but with every fiber of my being, I willed myself to stay conscious, to keep my hands on his ass and my tongue at his hole -- my eyes open to watch his face and his exploding cock. I was not going to miss a second of this.

After a good 20 seconds or more, I felt the pulsing of his hole slow down and stop. I, however, could not stop my tongue-fucking on his sweet little hole. Even though I, too, had just cum, I was still caught up in a lustful dream, and I wanted it to go on forever. But alas, someone who is no longer horny and also wracked with violent sobs, is not wont to have a tongue continually up his ass. So Reese pulled away from me and his butt and legs slammed down onto the mattress. He was too spent; and panting and crying too hard to move any further. I too was out of breath and almost as spent. But I grabbed the pillows and propped myself up on them, then grabbed him and rolled him over onto me so he could let out all his sobs onto my chest as I held him tight -- a weird, yet now already familiar scene -- something that was both horny and intimate, lustful and loving. I rubbed up and down his back and butt and kissed the top of his head.

Finally, after about 10 minutes of crying, he came down, now just breathing hard, but no longer panting. "Uncle Jay," he said, "I'm too tired to kiss you." "That's okay," I said, thrilled at the sound of the words "Uncle Jay" coming out of his young lips. "Uncle Jay," he said again quietly, "Uncle Jay, Uncle Jay." "What?" I asked. "Nothing," he said with a sigh. "I just like calling you `Uncle Jay.'"

"Oh, Reese," I said, choking up myself now. "I want you to know. I NEED you to know that I think you're a terrific boy in every way. I definitely LOVE every sexy thing we do but I want to make sure you know it's not all about the sex. Even if we stopped all the sexy stuff, I would still love you just as much." He looked up at me with a confused, frightened look. "Why would we ever stop the sexy stuff?" he asked. "Oh, I would never stop it," I said. "But someday, you will have a girlfriend, then a wife. You will have other outlets that you will like better. I just want you to know that no matter what, I will always have a great and deep love for you as my friend -- as my nephew."

And with that, he did find the strength to pull himself up to me and give me one of his trademark, gentle loving kisses. While I passionately squeezed his ass.

He then scooted back down and put his head on my chest again. "I don't know," he said, "I can't imagine anything ever being better than what we just did. It was unbelievable. It was too much!" "Too much?!" I cried, gripped with horny fear. "Does that mean you don't want to do it again?"

"Oh, no!" he cried, "I want to do that every day!"

"Ahhh," I let out the hugest sight of relief in my 22-year-old existence. But then I said, "But not right now, okay? I'm too tired, and besides, I need to get over and see my parents. I haven't seen them since I moved." "Can I come?" he asked. Ah this kid! I hugged him tight and said, "No, not this time. We need to have some plain old family time and besides, I don't know when I will get back." "Okay," he replied.

"Alright, let's get ourselves moving," I said. We both kind of stretched and groaned as we roused ourselves off of the bed. I felt stiff -- the way I do the day after I work out too hard. And speaking of stiff, as we pulled apart my cock started to get stiff again, the reason being that the cum that was all over us had started to dry and stick us together and it stretched our skin as we pulled apart, then our skin snapped back, making a funny, tearing noise. I thought it was terribly sexy -- my cum and little Reese's cum, mixed as one and gluing us together. Reese just giggled. I got a warm washcloth, then cleaned up him -- his face, chest down to his penis, then his back and butt which had more of my cum. Then I cleaned myself up. Then I reached for the tissues. "Blow," I said. He did. Ahh...

He was still recovering, so I guided him to the bed and sat him down and pulled his boxers and shorts on for him, then I stood him up and pulled them up the rest of the way, snapped his shorts and pulled up his zipper. Once again, it was like I was treating him as a little boy. Once again, we both seemed to be really digging it. I threw on a shirt and shorts, slipped into some sandals, then grabbed my phone, wallet, and keys, putting everything in my pockets. "C-mere, you," I said as I held out my arms. I picked him up into another wrap-around hug and carried him to the front door. "I love you, Reese," I said as we got to the door. "I love you, too, Uncle Jay," he said quietly into my neck as his cheek rested on my shoulder. Then he leaned back, looked at me, then gave me a nice kiss on the lips. I opened the door, he climbed down from me and was gone from my sight. But not gone from my memory, as my cock now tenting out my shorts could attest.

Coming in Chapter 9 -- The Playroom, the Cook-out, and Dewey's Demands

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