Malcolm on the Bottom b/b incest anal oral fictional characters
By Boylite boylite@rickontv.com
This story is fictional. No real boys have been harmed in the writing. Certain characters have been based on ones created by Linwood Boomer and copyrighted by Regency Entertainment. The television show "Malcolm in the Middle" is copyright 2000 by Twentieth Century Fox Television, Regency Entertainment, and Monarchy Enterprises.
If you're too young to read this wherever you reside, or if reading this strikes you as a mortal sin, then stop and go away before you go to jail or Hell.
Author's Note: Thanks for all the good responses to part 1. I appreciate everyone's comments, and I hope I don't annoy anyone by not responding individually to most of them, but I think the story says about all I want to.
Life is unfair...
Chapter 2: Malcolm on Top
** Malcolm, aside: "A couple days ago I had sex with my brother Reese. That still sounds weird, especially to me. I don't even like Reese that much. But boy, did it feel good. Now I can't think of anything else. And I can't tell anybody, I don't want anyone finding out that I sucked his... you know. Down there. It's been all I can do to just find out about sex without anybody finding out. I mean, I've had sex now, so at least I should know a little about it, but I really don't. Well, I guess that's what the Internet is for."
"I haven't even been able to talk to Reese. That's kinda a problem when you share a room with two brothers- you get no privacy at all. And my little brother Dewey isn't anyone I want to find out, either.
"Well, I dunno about that." **
It's dark in the boys' room. Tonight only Malcolm and Dewey are here, Reese is off at a friend's. It's a warm night, and both boys are clad only in white briefs. Malcolm is sweating, coating his slim form with a glossy layer of moisture. He's awake, rolling around a bit, as Dewey sleeps next to him.
Dewey is eight, a small, skinny blond boy. Like Malcolm, he's sweating, moaning, and rolling around, but it seems to be from a bad dream. Malcolm keeps trying to sleep, putting a pillow over his face to cut off the sound, but it doesn't work. He gives up, wide awake, thinking over what happened with Reese the other night. Quickly, involuntarily, his small dick starts to rise.
He ignores it for a moment, rolling over on his stomach, but that just makes it more uncomfortable. He rolls onto his back, sliding his hand across his slick midsection, pausing only a second at the waistband of his underpants before reaching in and touching his boyhood. His little stiffy feels at home against his soft palm. The warmth is nice, and the pressure on his little dickie feels terrific. He starts stroking, quickly building up to the level Reese taught him.
He's sweating more now, breathing harder. With his left hand he starts squeezing his nipples, tweaking each in turn and adding to his fun. Before long the restriction of his jockey's is too much, and he pauses to kick them off. The thin moonlight coming through the open window catches his damp form with a silvery light. His cocklet is as big as it's ever been, a little over three inches. His body is hairless, smooth, with only a bit of muscle beginning to be defined in his chest and legs. He doesn't know it yet, but Malcolm is a very sexy young boy.
Malcolm is so wrapped up in the feelings from his crotch that he doesn't even notice when Dewey wakes up. The smaller boy has been having a bad dream, and he wakes up with a start. He feels Malcolm moving next to him and rolls over to talk to his brother, but keeps his mouth shut when he sees what Malcolm is doing in the dark. The young boy has no idea why Malcolm is pulling on his dink, but he's sure it's something dirty. Still, it's fun to watch. Malcolm's eyes are closed, and he's breathing really hard, his hand moving really fast up and down his dickie.
Pressure builds quickly in the eleven year old, and before long he's ready to burst. Trying to keep it going, Malcolm concentrates, but he loses control with all his muscles tensing as his body spasms, amazing feelings of pleasure bursting through his small form as his dry orgasm crests.
Trying to calm his breathing, knowing that he's made too much noise, Malcolm starts to come down. He turns toward Dewey, hoping to see the boy sleeping soundly next to him. No such luck.
"That was cool, Malcolm. Can you do it again?" He was smiling, almost giddy.
**Aside: "This is probably the point where I should just roll over and die. Dewey... I mean, DEWEY just saw me jerk off. He's going to tell everybody. I'm DEAD." **
"Go back to sleep, stupid. You were just having a dream."
** Aside: "He might just buy that. He's not that smart." **
"No, way. I wanna know what you were doing. Can I do it too?"
** Aside: "He's only eight, but for some reason that kind of excites me." **
"Okay, but you have to promise that it's a big secret." Malcolm doesn't think that Dewey will keep it, but he's got nothing to lose now.
Dewey's face breaks open in a big grin. "Okay! Show me!" He's being too loud, making Malcolm afraid that one of their parents will hear them.
"Shh!. You have to keep quiet! And don't forget, it's a secret. If you tell anybody I'm going to feed you to the Sasquatch under the bed."
Fear flashes over Dewey's face. "No! Don't do that. I'll be good, I promise!"
Malcolm starts to relax a little. It dawns on him that he's sitting naked on a bed with his baby brother, his little penis limp after its exertion. Time to get it excited again. "Okay. You have to take your underpants off." Dewey surprises him by not resisting at all; the kid just kneels and slips his shorts down, then kicks them off the bed.
Dewey's hidden regions haven't hidden much. At eight, he's much less developed than Malcolm, but he's still kinda cute. His dick is tiny, pulled taut with his small sack. It's a tight little bunch between his legs, the skinny boy totally smooth and hairless. Right now he's soft, but as Malcolm watches the little prick bounces a bit as Dewey flexes it involuntarily. There isn't a muscle visible on his body, but Malcolm is starting to get turned on regardless, his little peter starting to fill out again.
He needs to take charge, and it's good that he's playing with Dewey, since he's the only one of his brothers smaller than Malcolm. "What I was doing is called jerking off. It's a kind of sex. It's something that you can do to make yourself feel really good."
"What's sex?"
Malcolm sighs. What a baby. "Sex is what two people do to feel good. It's also where babies come from, when a man and woman do it. But this is a different kind, something you can do by yourself. It's called jerking off."
"Reese always calls me a jerk off. Isn't that a bad thing?"
"No, you dummy. Being a jerk off is bad, but jerking off is fun."
"Oh."
"Okay, this is what you do. You kinda wrap your fingers around your dick, and rub it up and down. Don't do it too hard, or you'll make it raw." Malcolm spent two days this week with his pricklet to red and sore to touch, so he knows this all too well now. "It should start to feel good pretty quick."
Dewey starts playing with himself, unconvinced that it will feel good. Maybe Malcolm is just trying to get him to do this to make him feel stupid, or something. Still, it does feel good, but not good enough to make him jump around like Malcolm was before.
"Is this right, Malcolm? Is something supposed to happen?"
Malcolm looks at the younger boy's lackluster efforts. "If you keep doing it like that, you're never gonna cum."
"What's cum?"
Malcolm sighs again, forgetting that a week earlier he had no idea what it was. Right up until Reese gave him a mouthful of sperm. "Cumming is when you sorta finish. It's also called a 'climax', and it's about the best thing you can feel."
"Can you help me, Malcolm? I wanna cum, but I can't." Dewey is whining now, acting just as young as his eight years.
** Aside: "This is where I'm supposed to tell him he's too young. Where I'm supposed to be the stern older brother, and make him stop. But he's cute, and I want someone else to play with..." **
"Okay, Dewey, I'll help you, but your gonna have to return the favor. I'll make you cum, but then you're going to have to help me."
"Okay." Dewey doesn't have any idea what Malcolm has in mind for 'helping', doesn't know that the older boy has started looking at his brother's ass too closely over the past week.
"Lie back on the bed." Dewey complies, his arms out, his little dick sticking up less than three inches from his scrawny form. Malcolm moves closer to him, leaning over the kid. He reaches out with one hand, gently caressing the soft skin in front of him. Dewey giggles, but stops when Malcolm gives him a nasty look. Malcolm's hand works over the smaller boy, rubbing his smooth, hairless chest and stomach, slowly working toward his little dink. Dewey is breathing harder now, willing to accept anything Malcolm tells him, already liking the way this feels.
Malcolm reaches Dewey's dick, taking it into his hand. The smaller boy gasps, enjoying the feeling. Malcolm gently strokes it, pulling the skin back and forth over the stiff insides. Dewey is actively groaning now, beginning to understand what it's all about. His brother keeps stroking him for a minute as pressure builds inside Dewey, then backs off.
"Malcolm! Why'd you stop?"
"Just relax, dork. I'm gonna do something even better. But you have to promise to let me do something that will feel good to me, too."
**Aside: "I'm going to go to Hell for this, I know it, but I really want to know what fucking feels like. Is that really wrong?" **
"I promise, I promise, just keep doing it, please?"
Malcolm smiles, then strokes the small penis again. His little brother's nuts are tight up under it, and the whole thing looks like it might make a nice mouthful. He liked sucking Reese off; he knows Dewey won't be able to give him any jizz, but it might still be fun. He lowers his mouth toward the little toy, sticking his tongue out to make first contact. He licks down Dewey's dick, bringing a gasp of delight from the younger boy. He moves his body between the younger boy's legs, prime position for what's to come.
Malcolm likes the taste of Dewey's fresh-washed cock, continuing to bathe it with his tongue. He licks up and down, swirling around the taut pole, licking the boy's nutsack and inner thighs. Dewey's moaning constantly now, and Malcolm knows this is the time to finish him off. With one move he takes the whole thing into his mouth, the little member not even filling him up. He bobs his head up and down, swirling his tongue the whole time and pausing sometimes for a quick swipe at the little boy's nuts. Dewey starts to thrash around as Malcolm runs his hands up the kid's flanks, then takes his little nipples in hand and squeezes. Every muscle in Dewey's body tenses up, his whole young form spasming as he experiences the first orgasm of his eight years. Malcolm slows down, still gently working on the little prick, but trying to cool off the softening member. He strokes the boy's form, enjoying to softness of his skin, the total lack of muscle tone in the kid. Slowly Dewey comes down from his high, and Malcolm pulls off of his penis.
"That, Dewey, is cumming. Did you like it?"
The smaller boy is still panting. "That... that... felt... you used... your mouth. That's gross, Malcolm. Do it... again?" He was almost plaintive.
**Aside: "I think he liked it." **
"Uh uh, Dewey, you've got to make good on making me feel good."
Even in the moonlight Malcolm can see the look of horror on his little brother's face. "You want me to suck on yours, Malcolm? I can't do that. Mommy always makes me wash my hands whenever I touch down there; I don't like the way soap tastes, I can't suck it."
Malcolm smiles a bit. "That's okay, Dewey, you don't have to suck on it. I have something else in mind." His brother's eyebrows go up. "Just relax, I know what I'm doing. You'll like it."
** Aside: "At least that's what all those stories on the Internet say." **
"What are you gonna do, Malcolm?"
"Don't worry, it'll be okay." Malcolm gets up from the bed, going over to Reese's dresser to retrieve the older boy's tube of KY. There's more than enough of the slippery gel for what he wants to try. "Roll onto your stomach, Dewey." The little boy looks at him funny, but complies. Malcolm grabs a couple pillows. "Lift up." When Dewey does he stuffs the pillows under the boy, leaving him bent over them, ass exposed.
Leaving the lube for a minute, Malcolm lets his hands roam over the smooth form in front of him. The kid feels terrific, and Malcolm knows that his first fuck is going to be a good one. Reese's cock had felt good inside Malcolm, now he hopes that his will feel as good to little Dewey. The small boy's rosebud winks at him, the tight pink ring looking clean and ready for him. Reese hadn't rimmed him, but Malcolm had read enough to want to try that on Dewey. He lowers his face, a moment of doubt crossing over him, hoping that the kid won't choose now for a fart. Tongue extended, he makes contact.
Dewey's asshole is surprisingly tasteless, just a little of the funkiness that Malcolm had tasted on his prick. The skin is as smooth as the rest of the boy, and equally hairless. He works his tongue around, accompanied by his brother's renewed gasps of pleasure. After a minute, Malcolm's saliva loosens up Dewey's ring, and the older boy begins to work in a finger.
It's tight, but there isn't much resistance to Malcolm's digit. He gets it in to the second knuckle before Dewey even realizes what it is, and by then it's started to feel good to him. He works it around for a bit, continuing to loosen the virgin hole, getting it ready for invasion.
Malcolm pulls out, reaching for the tube of lube. He knows it'll take more than just a little spit to get the boy ready for him; he doesn't want to hurt the boy, knowing his mother will find out about anything that hurts Dewey. With a gob of lube in place, Malcolm returns to the snug hole, this time working two slippery fingers in. Dewey likes it, enjoys the feeling of his big brother feeling him up back there. Once in a while Malcolm hits something deep inside him that makes him gasp; he wants more of that.
After only a couple of minutes Malcolm slips in a third finger, knowing that many worked on his ass for Reese. The smaller boy is totally relaxed, loving the sensation of being finger fucked. Malcolm keeps it up for another few minutes, then decides he's ready.
He pulls back, taking his hand away from his brother. Dewey's head is buried in the bed; he's not even watching as Malcolm lubes up his cock, looking bigger to him that its usual three inches. With a good coating in place he straddles the boy, lining up his prick with the pink rose between his brother's cheeks. The slim form looks beautiful to Malcolm, the moonlight highlighting Dewey with a cool glow.
The boy doesn't even flinch as the head of Malcolm's dick makes contact. There's no resistance at all as he pushes in. Pleasure enfolds him, his boyhood becoming the center of his existence as waves of wonder work out from his prick. He eases all the way into the smaller form, pushing deep until his bare pubes are pushing against Dewey's asscheeks. Balls deep in his brother, Malcolm leans forward, covering the boy. He holds most of his weight up on his elbows, but lowers his face right next to his brother's. Front against back, skin to skin with his little brother feels great. The feelings coming from his dick are almost too much to take, but Malcolm wants to draw them out as long as he can.
Dewey feels his brother's breath, looking over at the older boy's face only a few inches away. He sees one of he brother's hands, then turns and sees the other. "Malcolm? If your hands are up here, what's down there?"
"Shhh, it's okay, Dewey. That's my dick."
The younger boy nods for a second, then his eyes pop open. "Malcolm!" He's shouting. Malcolm knows that he'll have to shut him up, or else be caught fucking him. Fighting the suddenly moving boy under him, enjoying the feeling of Dewey's ass, he puts a hand over the kid's mouth.
"Quiet, Dewey, you'll wake up Mom!" He relaxes a little as he sees Dewey understanding the problem. "We can't let her catch us like this." Dewey shakes his head, agreeing. "Just relax, you'll like this. You liked my fingers, and you liked my dick before you know what it was, right?" Dewey nods. "Then you'll like this. It feels so good, Dewey, you have to let me, please? Just let me fuck you this once? You said you'd do what I want."
Dewey thinks for a second, then nods. "Okay, but you never said you were gonna FUCK me." He'd heard the word before, but never knew what it meant anyway.
The short conversation gave Malcolm's cock a moment to relax. It's still as stiff as every, but he's not ready to pop anymore. He's ready now.
He pulls back, able to feel every millimeter of his boyhood rubbing inside his brother. The tight ring of muscle holds onto him, squeezing pleasure into his cock. He's able to feel the ridge of his cockhead pulling against Dewey's sphincter and stops pulling back, holding him for a second before pushing back in.
Dewey's relaxed a little, and begins to enjoy the feelings inside him again. It doesn't hurt, it just feels big and full and good. Each of Malcolm's thrusts into him feel like they're going to push right up his throat, but somehow that feels good. His little pricklet, pushed into a pillow, feels terrific, and if Malcolm keeps this up Dewey knows he's gonna "cum" again.
Malcolm does keep it up. He builds up a slow rhythm, working his dick in and out of Dewey's ass, instincts quickly teaching the eleven year old how to fuck. His slight muscles ripple, the sweat on his body glistening in the moonlight. He can smell just a touch of unfamiliar body odor on himself now, and it turns him on even more. He strokes his brother's upper body, loving the feel of the smooth sweaty skin of Dewey's shoulders and upper arms. The younger boy is gasping with his own delight, the sounds helping Malcolm along to his orgasm.
His cock is starting to throb in the tight love tunnel, and he knows it won't be long. He wants to hold out, wants to stay inside Dewey forever, but he can't. The waves of pleasure begin to crest, the friction of his boyhood inside his brother becomes too much, and suddenly Malcolm feels his body tense. He spasms, driving his dick as far into the little boy as he can, his fingers digging into Dewey's shoulders. The boy shudders under him, his own second orgasm coursing through him.
The two boys are rigid for minutes, each gasping and panting as he comes down from his high. They'd have stayed that way longer, but the unmistakable sound of footsteps hits them both at the same time. Malcolm rolls off his brother, his softening pricklet pulling free with an audible snap. They snatch at the bedsheets, managing to cover their nakedness just as their mother opens the door and flips on the light.
Lois sees her two youngest, sweaty and tangled in the bed clothes. They've been fighting, she just knows it.
"Honestly you two, I'm sick of this. You're brothers, you have to learn to get along, damn it, not fight every time you're alone together. Whatever it is, you two make up, right now!"
The boys look at each other. Only Malcolm speaks. "You're right Mom, we were being stupid. I'm sorry, Dewey."
Dewey catches on quick. "I'm sorry too, Malcolm. I love you."
"I love you too, little brother." He rolls over, careful to stay covered, and hugs the smaller boy, enjoying the feel of smooth skin against him even as his mother looks on.
She's suspicious, but can't figure out why. "That's better. You two stay like that, and go to sleep. No more of that fighting!" The light goes off, the door closes, and footsteps recede down the hall.
"Whew. I thought we'd had it." Malcolm keeps a hold of Dewey, still liking the contact.
Dewey does, too. "And we can't stop it, Malcolm. Mom said to stay this way." He's got a smile on his face.
**Aside: "There it is. I've just been the fucker for the first time, and I hope it's not the last. I kinda tricked Dewey into it, and I guess that wasn't that nice, but he liked it in the end. And I liked it in his end, too.
End of Chapter 2.
Stay tuned for Chapter 3, the finale, Malcolm in the Middle, with a special appearance by big brother Francis.