Date: Sat, 10 Nov 2012 16:56:20 -0800 (PST)
From: DJ <dough304@yahoo.com>
Subject: Malcolm and My Neighbors Chapter 11

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.

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Malcolm and My Neighbors
Chapter 11
Trouble for Reese and Malcolm

Dear Readers, I know some of you are fans of hard spankings, and I can
enjoy that in other people's fantasy stories.  And from the title of this
chapter you might think/hope that is what is going to happen.  But
Mr. Jones would never do that.  So...I wanted to tell you up front so you
won't be too disappointed.  But, if you have enjoyed all the previous
chapters, I'm sure you will still enjoy this one as well.  It is fun!  And
now...on with our story...

I was lying under a blanket of boys -- literally.  I had just finished
sucking off little 6-year-old Dewey.  Of course I was hesitant, but he
blackmailed me.  He said that if I didn't do it, he would say that I did.
Malcolm and Reese ended up watching and encouraging him in his orgasm (his
first, I'm pretty sure).  Then Reese was so turned on, he forced his cock
into my mouth and throat fucked me like a young bull -- so hot!  Now we
were all cuddled together -- Dewey on top of me, the other boys on either
side of me, arms on Dewey, heads on my chest, legs entwined with mine.
Life could not possible get any better.  Ahhh...

Malcolm broke the silence: "I didn't think you would suck Dewey," he said.
"I'm glad," said Reese, "now we can all do stuff all weekend instead of
trying to hide it from Dewey."  "Yeah," said Malcolm, "but Dewey, you know
you can never tell.  If someone else finds out, Uncle Jay would go to
jail."  "I'm not stupid," said Dewey, in his so cute, 6-year-old little
voice.  "And..." continued Malcolm, "if anything ever happened to Uncle Jay
then there'd be no playroom downstairs for us, no big bathtub to play in,
and no pool."  "No POOOOLLLL??!!!" cried Dewey, as he jerked his head off
my chest, looking horrified.  "That's right, no pool," answered Malcolm.
"I won't tell!" said Dewey as he put his head back on my chest and squeezed
me tight with his little arms.  "Anyway, why WOULD I tell?  I LIKED it!"
So cute.  I couldn't be mad at him.  But I should.  I should be mad at all
three of the boys,

"You know," I said, "I would have never ended up with Dewey if you guys
hadn't told him what we were doing in the first place.  That was not a good
thing to do -- you could have gotten me in huge trouble.  I should be
really mad at you."

Both boys had put their heads up, looking at each other, obviously very
upset.  But that's good.  I wanted them to think about what they had done.
"Why'd you tell, Reese?!" shouted Malcolm.  "I DIDN'T tell!" shouted back
Reese, with twice the fury of Malcolm as he got in Malcolm's face.  Young
Dewey just slid down my chest and put his arms over his head.  "Guys--" I
started, but was interrupted.

"WELL I DIDN'T TELL!" screamed Malcolm.  I was in shock.  I mean, I
couldn't believe the speed at which this was escalating.  "YES YOU DID,
BECAUSE I KNOW I DIDN'T!" Reese screamed back at him.  Their faces were
blood red and their eyes like fire.  And then...the attack.

Reese lunged across me at Malcolm -- with such force that he knocked him
off the bed onto the floor.  He dived down after him but Malcolm must have
rolled just in time because Malcolm was standing up just as I heard the
"thump" of Reese landing.  But in a split second Reese was up and they were
throwing punches.  I don't mean little slaps but they were really trying to
hurt each other, all the time snarling and cussing each other out.  It was
such a shock that I couldn't react at first.  I couldn't even believe what
was happening before me.  Finally (probably only a few seconds had gone by)
I jumped toward them, only the way my adrenaline was pumping now, it seemed
as if things were happening in slow motion.

I put my arms between them and threw Reese back onto the bed while I pushed
Malcolm in the other direction.  "STOP THIS RIGHT NOW!" I screamed,
surprising even myself with the volume of my voice.  I was furious now.  I
was upset by what I had seen, angry that they would fight, and furious that
they did it in my house -- on my watch.  They stopped and both looked at
me -- too terrified of me now to speak.  Good.  They should be.

"Alright," I said, "everybody get dressed!"  "Wh--" started Malcolm.
"DID I SAY YOU COULD SPEAK?" I screamed, again surprised at my own
intensity.  I was the drill sergeant from hell now.  "Do not talk to me; do
not talk to each other; do not TOUCH each other.  Get dressed, RIGHT now
and then sit on the couch downstairs -- but with lots of SPACE in between
all of you."  "But I didn't do anything," whined Dewey.  "Yes you did," I
said, "you blackmailed me.  Now no more talking -- any of you to anyone!"
They just stood there frozen, in shock.  "GO!!!" I screamed.  And then they
silently but quickly headed for the basement where their stuff was.

I really was angry.  More than angry, I was upset by the violence I had
witnessed.  I had never seen anyone act like that.  And of course, my
images of Malcolm and Reese were of niceness and sweetness.  Although, the
first day we met, Reese had told me he was bad and in trouble all the time.
I guess I told them to get dressed because maybe I was going to send them
home.  That would probably be by far the worst thing I could do to them.
But...I had promised Lois and Hal that I would figure out how to discipline
them.  And, I had committed to these boys.  I mean, just because you find
out something about someone that surprises you and that you don't like, you
can't throw away all the good things about them and reject them --
especially not little boys.

So no, I wasn't going to send them home.  But I could scare them.  I could
teach them a lesson.  And...maybe have a little fun myself in the process.
I went to the top of the stairs and listened.  I could hear moving around
and angry whispering coming from downstairs.  "NO TALKING!" I screamed.
Dead silence, then the sound of zippers and such.  I had to stifle a giggle
from myself.  I waited and in about another minute there was dead silence
again.  They must be sitting on the couch now.  I slowly descended the
stairs and made sure they could hear me... hear me "slowly" descending the
stairs.

I got down to the bottom and entered the room.  They looked at me with fear
and trepidation, then looked back down at the floor.  I walked over to the
game table, got a chair, brought it back to the TV area and set down
opposite them on the other side of the room.  I just glared at them for a
full minute, saying nothing.  And then...

"Strip," I said.  Their little heads jerked up and their eyes opened wide.
Malcolm opened his mouth to speak, but I was watching him -- I knew he
would be the one.  "NO TALKING!" I screamed in fury, making them all jump.
I waited a few seconds then again, "Strip!"  I said it in a low, guttural
tone -- man, I was so evil.  Little Dewey went into action, I guess he
wanted to get back on my good side.  He quickly pulled off his shoes and
socks, stood up and shucked his shorts and little underoos briefs in one
motion, then pulled his shirt up over his head, displaying his hairless
armpits while his little cocklett jiggled and bounced.  Reese and Malcolm
watched.  Man, it was so hot!

Dewey threw his shirt down on the couch and sat his little naked body down,
looking at me awaiting the next order.  I turned and looked angrily at
Malcolm and Reese.  They kind of swallowed then slowly turned and looked at
each other.  Then, almost in unison, they slowly bent over to untie their
shoes.  Oh man!!  My mouth was watering.  You may be asking what the big
deal is -- I mean, I saw them naked all the time.  But...I had never seen
them slowly strip.  And even if I saw them strip at all, usually all they
were wearing were shorts and underwear anyway; and that would be down and
off in the blink of an eye.

This was different.  Somehow the slowness of it -- of them starting fully
dressed and then the slow revealing of their smooth young bodies...  Then
there was the control I was having over them at the moment -- the look on
the faces...  And yes, even the humiliation of it...  I told you I was
evil.  But in defense of myself, I was now being ruled by my cock and not
my brain, as my member was standing up in its full, rock-hard six inches
(yes, I was still naked).

And man, the slowness of it was killing me, but in a good way.  They were
expecting to be spanked, so they wanted to delay that as long as possible.
Thus, they undressed as slowly as they could.  I watched the socks come
down, revealing their little bare feet.  Then the shirts, slowly pulled up
and over their heads, showing off their young, naked armpits.  And showing
off now their bare chests and stomachs.  Then the shorts -- first the
snap, then the zipper -- slowly -- then letting them fall and step out
of them, now revealing their pubescent, totally smooth legs.  Reese was
wearing faded blue boxers, Malcolm, bright white briefs.  Again, my mouth
was watering.

They hesitated.  I knew they wanted to speak but they thought better of it.
Thumbs in the waistbands, and down -- sloooowly down they came as they
bent over, following with their thumbs all the way to the floor.  First one
foot pulled out, then the other, the underwear tossed aside.  They stood
up.  Naked.  Frightened, innocent, vulnerable, naked, humbled.  Did I say
naked?  Oh man, oh shit, oh FUCK!

I just stared at them, my hard cock throbbing.  They stood there dead
still.  It was almost like I was seeing them for the first time.  I could
just jack off right now and put them out of their misery -- me too,
because my cock was in pain from horniness.  But no, there was no way I
would end this so soon.  I was going to milk this scene for all the
pleasure I could get.  And it would be pleasurable for them too, I think,
as the plan was continually forming in my lustful brain.  But first, I just
leered at them some more, taking in every square inch of the rich sight
before me.  They would look at me with a worried, questioning expression,
then in turn looked down at the floor in embarrassment as I shamelessly
ogled their young, hairless bodies.

Finally, I spoke, "Okay, Reese, you threw the first punch so you're first.
Get over here."  He made a pleading look at Malcolm but there was nothing
Malcolm could do.  Isn't that interesting though.  Not long ago they were
at each other, but now, allies in their sentence for their crimes.  Reese
slowly walked over and stood before me, but not too close.  "Closer," I
said sternly.  He timidly moved up, almost touching my knees.  I spread my
legs wide.  "Closer," I said again, and again he moved up.  His little boy
cock was now just inches from my face.  I think he had a few more pubic
hairs on his miniscule bush since last time I looked.  But...the looking
was now done.  I leaned forward and sucked him into my mouth with a loud
"slurp."

"UH!" he cried, more in surprise, I think, than lust.  But it was Reese,
and the lust caught up a split second later as his little penis started to
inflate in my hot, wet, sucking mouth.  He put his hands on my head as
usual, but I reached up and grabbed his wrists and firmly placed his hands
back at his sides.  "Wh... what are you doing?" Malcolm asked
incredulously.  He was unable to refrain from speaking, but then, that was
Malcolm.  I pulled off of Reese's sweet boydick just long enough to say,
"It makes the punishment more intense."  Still with a look of disbelief on
his face, Malcolm came over to watch.  Dewey watched from the couch.

After I had pulled off Reese to speak, then went back down on him, he put
his hands back on my head and started to pump.  As much as I loved that, it
was not on the menu for right now.  Again, I pulled his hands off me, then
I pulled off of his now raging 4-inch erection.  "Now you're ready," I
said, "over my knee."  I saw the blood drain out of his face but his cock
remained rock hard.  Malcolm looked shocked and fearful.  Little Dewey
looked as though he was happily anticipating Reese getting a beating.

With a little sigh, Reese dutifully laid down across my naked lap, his hard
boycock pushing against my thigh, while my 22-year-old boner pressed
against his naked hip.  Oh man, oh man, OH MAN!!!  Reese's ASS!!!!  What a
sight!  I was shaking.  It seemed in just this short time I had gotten more
fixed on his cock, sucking him off all the time.  I hadn't forgotten his
ass -- of course not -- but I had forgotten how MAGNIFICENT it was!
Firm, jutting up, slightly tan, tight, muscular.  Hhhmmmm...

I placed my hand on it and gently stroked.  Ah, his skin felt so nice.  I
was so hot!  I thought back to that first day -- just this past Saturday
actually, when he came over and I ended up messing with his hot butt.  I
thought then that I had died and gone to heaven.  And now, it was like that
day was coming back and wrapped into the scene of the moment.  My hard dick
was straining to spew already!

I put both hands on his butt and started a deep massage, squeezing and
rubbing, taking a cheek in each hand (which easily fit) and smashing them,
then spreading them wide apart and looking at his little pink hole.  It was
twitching just a little bit as his cock throbbed.  Fuck, so hot!  I kept my
thigh moving back and forth on his ripe boner to keep him aroused and
horned up.

Finally, I decided to move on.  "Are you ready for your spanking?" I asked,
with not a little meanness in my voice.  A pause and then he said, "Yes.
Let's get it over with."  Okay... "Whack."  "Ow!" he cried, but I hardly
hit him that hard.  I whacked him again, and again and again -- not hard
enough to really hurt, just enough to sting a little -- just enough
really, to stimulate his hot 12-year-old ass and get him more horny.  He
had stopped saying, "ow," and was now writhing around on my lap, pressing
his little cock against my leg and making "ooh's" and "ahh's" and little
grunts.

I kept spanking, reveling in the feel of my hand on his tight ass, his
smooth skin, the way it jiggled slightly at my smacks, the way it was
starting to turn slightly pink.  I was panting, almost out of breath.  Man.

He continued to writhe on my lap, trying to pump his piece and get himself
off against my leg, the little fucker.  Malcolm was standing right there
watching, half smiling, half in shock still.  "C'mere, Malcolm," I said,
"let's get you started as well."  With even more shock, but not a little
lust in his eyes, sweet little Malcolm moved in, offering me his sweet
little 2 inch cock.  I rudely slurped it in, actually, took his cock and
balls both into my mouth, pressing my face into him and trying to get as
much of his hot little body into me as I could.  "Ah!" he gasped, and
grabbed my head with both hands.  I backed off a bit and let his balls drop
from my hungry mouth, just sucking on his little penis now, which quickly
inflated to its full, hard as steel, 3 inches.  Oh man, this was the first
time I had ever done something actually sexual with two of them at the same
time.  My head was spinning.  "Don't blackout!" I screamed to myself inside
my head.  I was taking hard breaths through my nose as I continued to smack
my hand onto Reese's hot tweener ass.

The three of us were in a triangle arrangement, so Malcolm could look down
and watch as my hand continually met his big brother's ass.  With a slight
turn of the head, I could see his ass jiggle myself, all the while,
reveling in the feeling of Malcolm's hard, throbbing nail in my mouth.
Meanwhile, Dewey was sitting on the end of the couch watching us, while he
played with his now hard little two-inch dickie.

Several minutes had gone by, and along with all the physical feelings --
my hand on Reese's butt, my mouth around Malcolm's penis, I was near
delirium from all the sounds -- the smacking, the slurping, the owing,
oohing, ahhing, and general grunts and hums.  It was awesome!  I felt like
I could cum any time, yet I didn't want this to be over too soon.

But Reese couldn't wait.  Suddenly, he started screaming as he bucked his
hips and I could just feel his small amout of boy juice spill out onto my
naked thigh.  "SSSHHHHIIIITTTT!!!!" he screamed, loud enough to shake the
house.  Dewey actually jumped up and flew over to the far side of the sofa.
I could feel Malcolm start to throb as well, so I quickly pulled off of
him, hoping to prevent his orgasm.  We both just watched Reese's hot, tight
butt jump around in my lap as he got my leg sticky.  "OH SSHIIITTT!!!
FFFUUUCCCKKK!!!" he cried.  "MOMMY!"  (Wow!  It had been like 10 orgams ago
since he had said that.)  "OH!  Oh!  Oh..." he cried, and then finally
spent, he just fell off my lap onto the floor.

Malcolm and I looked at each other for a second, then I roughly grabbed him
and threw him over my lap, little white ass at the ready!  Oh man -- his
ass!  I had to just stop and stare.  He pulled his head up and turned
around to look at me, digging his pre-pubescent little boner into my leg.
"Patience, Sunshine," I said breathlessly.  "Oh Malcolm," I said to myself,
"your ass -- your ASS!!"  So small, so blinding white, so pure, so
innocent looking.  I gave it a light slap, just to see how much it would
jiggle.  Wow!  As I thought, it jiggled more than Reese's, Malcolm's having
more fat on it than muscle at his earlier stage of development.

But the spanking had to wait as I wasn't going to go past any of the sweet
steps I had just established.  So first, as with Reese, I started rubbing.
Malcolm was letting out little, almost cooing noises at the intimate
contact.  But as with Reese, I didn't want him to get so relaxed that he
lost his boner, so again, I kept my thigh moving under it, rubbing it back
and forth all the time.

Then, I put a hand on each cheek, and like Reese, only even more so, I
could get an entire cheek in each of my adult hands.  I rubbed, I massaged,
I squeezed.  And I spent plenty of time prying those sweet little butt
halves apart, gazing at his tight, white little raisin.  I worked up a big
thing of thin spit in my mouth and let it drip down onto his tiny opening.
Then I leaned down closer and blew.  "AHHH!" Malcolm cried, "Oh MAN!
OHHH!!"  "Flex it for me, Malcolm," I said in a low growl, almost like an
animal voice.  He did.  Oh shit!  There was his hot little winker, opening
and closing, showing me the channel to the center of himself.  Head
spinning... deep breaths...  I actually held his butt open with the fingers
of one hand so I could pinch myself with the other and keep myself
conscious (while I continued to watch him open and close it).

Okay, enough of that, I couldn't take much more.  I shifted gears, and gave
his boy behind a whack, picking my hand up right away so I could watch the
jiggling.  Sweet!  "Whack, whack, whack," again and again, over and over,
stinging his little butt, giving his horny body thrills that went through
his ass, all the way down to his little prostate, and then out through the
end of his boydick.  Oh man, I don't know who was hornier.  I would say me,
but judging by his crazed writhing and the sounds coming out of him, I
couldn't be sure.  "Ah!  Ah!  Uha, uha, uha," he was moaning loudly in
rhythm with the smacks now, almost like sobs, but if they were, they were
sobs of lust, not pain.  I wasn't hitting him that hard.  This went on for
a minute, then two as I continued to scream in lust in my head from the
sounds of the whacks, his cries, and the site of his sweet, white little
melons shaking like jello with every hit.  But, I really didn't think I
could take much more.  His boybutt was pink enough and my hand was hurting
from all the spanking I had done.  And my insanely hard cock was hurting
even more, begging for its pent-up load to be set free.

I stopped and just rubbed my hand up and down his white-pink little
backside.  "Did Uncle Jay spank little Malcolm too hard and hurt him?" I
asked in a voice like you would use when talking to a baby.  "No, not at
all," said Malcolm.  I repeated it exactly the same way and smacked him
hard this time.  "Ow!  No!" he said again.  Then for the third time, in my
loud adult voice I asked, "DID UNCLE JAY SPANK YOU TOO HARD?!!!"  "SMACK"
"OOOWWWWW!!! Cried Malcolm, and put his hands behind him to rub his hurting
butt.  "YES!" he cried, "TOO HARD!!"

"Oh..." I said (back to the baby voice) "then I guess I will have to kiss
it and make it better."  Reese was still lying on the floor at my feet,
having been looking up and watching me with his brother the whole time.  So
I just got both arms under Malcolm, picked him up and threw him over top of
Reese, so that he landed in the center of the mattress that was still on
the floor.  Right behind him, I dived down and rubbed my face all over his
ass, then started in giving big, wet, loud kisses all over it.  Malcolm was
shaking his ass back and forth as I did, obviously into it.  But I wanted
to keep the horny momentum going even better, so I dived into the center.

Pressing my face into his crack, I made big wide swipes with my tongue at
his little hole.  "Ahhh!!!" shrieked Malcolm, almost as high-pitched as
Dewey.  It was hard to keep contact though, because in his ecstasy, his
butt was all over the place.  "Dewey, you sit on his back," I said.
"Reese, you hold down his legs."  So 30-some-pound Dewey sat on the small
of Malcolm's back facing me, while Reese moved over to put a hand on each
of Malcolm's spread legs.  Meanwhile, I spread his little, sweet ass cheeks
with my fingers and spread his tight mini-hole with my thumbs.  "Open up,
Sunshine," I said.  And he did -- I saw it flex open!  FUCK!  I think
that is the single hottest thing I have ever seen or ever will see.  A
little boy opening up his beautiful little hole for you.  Oh MAN!!!!!

I dove back in, lapping just on his hole, getting it all sloppy wet, then
sometimes moving down his perineum and even the back of his tight young
ballsac.  He continued to try to buck around and writhe but his brothers
had him pretty well immobilized.  It wasn't exactly a bondage scene but the
fact that he was being restrained and that his brothers were actually doing
it, including the 6-year-old's naked ass sitting on his back...well...it
just made it all that much hotter for me.  I knew I was going to cum very
soon.  Any second, I thought.  But despite the lack of movement, Malcolm
still registered his enjoyment to my ears with his continued ear-splitting
screams and encouragement.  "AHHH!!!" cried Malcolm, "yes... yes... lick
me... lick me... EAT ME... OH FUCK!!!!

The more he screamed and tried to move, the more aggressive I got.  I got
his little butthole wetter, I lapped bigger and wider.  I stabbed at him
faster, working my tongue into his tight little orifice whenever I had an
opening.  It was like thunder in my brain, like a storm about to blow, like
a cloudburst about to explode.  "Malcolm, are you about to cum?!" I half
mumbled out (as I kept trying to eat him while talking) and I half screamed
it out (as I was so excited).  "YES... ANY... SECOND NOW!..." he screamed
out between fits of incoherent outbursts.  I was going to bring him off
from his hole!  I was going to give him the same gift I gave Reese the
other night -- an orgasm without his cock every being touched.

"Lick, slurp, stab, suck, lap, lick, slurp."  I was making obscene sounds
with my mouth as I upped the intensity of my attack even further.  And
then, as I had done a few other times when getting completely carried away
by lust, I began to add grunts and growls... animal sounds... incoherent
"mmphs" and "grkks" and... and on and on.  I felt young Malcolm's hole
start to throb.  I think my loud, obscene sounds were about to put him over
the edge.  Dewey and Reese noticed it as well.  Dewey scooted down further
onto the top of Malcolm's butt -- so he could get his little peepee
rubbed by the hair on the top of my head -- the little fucker!  And Reese
let go of Malcolm's legs because I think he got tired of holding them, but
also, so he could come up and start spanking his brother's naked ass cheeks
as I rimmed him.

"You have been a naughty little boy, Malcolm," Reese said, "and you deserve
your punishment!" he cried as he kept spanking.  OH FUCK!!!  That did it!
If I didn't grab my cock and shoot off in the next second, then I was going
to have a spontaneous orgasm in the next five.  But the timing was just
right.  Reese kept talking, calling Malcolm a "bad little boy," and he kept
spanking, while I smashed my face into his little behind for all I was
worth, trying to get my tongue far enough up in him to come out his mouth!
It all came together -- it hit -- Malcolm erupted --
"SSSHHHHIIIITTTT!!!!  MMMMOMMMYYYY!  DADDDDDYYYYY!" he screamed like a
banshee.  I could feel the mighty throbs around the tip of my tongue --
the pulsings of a young boy's glorious orgasm.  And it was only the second
one ever in Malcolm's 11 years of life.  "FUCK!!!  SHIT!!! OH SHIT!  OH
FUCK!  OH SSSHHHHIIIITTT!!" he cried.

As soon as I heard Malcolm cry out, "SSSHHHHIIIITTTT!!!!" I grabbed my cock
and shot my own first wad.  I continued to spew what felt like a gallon of
cum as I heard Malcolm's cries of "Mommy" and "Daddy" along with the sounds
of Reese's nasty talk and the spanking of Malcolm.  And then, there was the
feel of young Dewey's peepee throbbing against my scalp, not to mention my
tongue being powerfully squeezed by the spasms of Malcolm's butt muscles
caught up in powerful orgasm...

And then... I felt the throbbing slow down and quickly stop as I heard
Malcolm's head hit the mattress.  He was panting in huge gasps, as if he
had been stuck under water for the past five minutes.

We all moved away from him and sat on the mattress leaning up against the
sofa.  We were all out of breath to varying degrees, if not because of the
physical exertion, because of the excitement we had all shared.  And I
realized -- in one almost continuous scene, I had gone from doing
something sexual for the first time with two of them to doing something
sexual with all three of them involved.  Oh man!  If this was the kind of
stuff you could write "true story" books about and go on TV and promote, I
could be a millionaire.  What a life I was leading!  And it had only
started 7 days ago!

"Guys," I said, after we had all calmed down.  I was directing it to Reese
and Malcolm.  "I know I didn't really spank you, but I wanted to scare you
though.  I wanted to teach you a lesson.  What happened was very wrong and
I don't want that to ever happen again."

"But HONEST, I didn't tell," said Malcolm.  "Well I didn't either!" shouted
Reese and he looked like he was about to lunge at Malcolm.  "GUYS!" I
screamed as loud as I could.  "THIS is what I'm talking about!  I wasn't
talking about who said what or what Dewey might have heard.  I was talking
about the fight you had!  That's wrong, and as far as I'm concerned it can
never happen again!  Now, we'll sort it out calmly later, okay?  Right now,
I'm hungry and I'm going to see about getting us some breakfast."

I stood up but before I turned to leave the room I noticed very confused
looks on their faces.  "What?" I asked.  Malcolm and Reese exchanged a
cautious look and then Malcolm: "That's it?"  "What do you mean, `that's
it?'" I asked.  "You're not going to really spank us, or send us home, or
take away the video games or anything?" he said.  "No," I said.  "That's
the kind of things parents do, not Uncles.  But this is my house and I
expect certain behavior and certain things I won't tolerate.  But I think
I've impressed that upon you and like I said, we're going to talk more
about it later, CALMLY."  "But no more punishment," Malcolm said again.
Gosh, for a kid who is a genius, he's being pretty thick.  Meanwhile, poor
Reese was just looking back and forth from me to Malcolm as we spoke with
that priceless dumb, confused look of his that I so love.  "No more
punishment, Malcolm," I answered.  "What else do you want me to say?  That
I love you?  That it's all better?  That we are BFF's --
best-friends-forever?"

The light started to come back into his eyes and a smile broke out.  When
Reese saw that on Malcolm, he got the same expression as well, as did
Dewey.  Malcolm jumped up and hugged me in a full-frontal hug and Reese
quickly followed suit, squeezing me from behind.  Meanwhile, Dewey wrapped
himself around my leg again.  Man, it felt so nice!  These boys -- these
still naked boys -- how could anyone stay upset with them?  But...I was
furiously hungry and it was on to the kitchen.  "Look, guys," I said, "if I
let you go swimming for a few minutes while I get stuff ready, will you get
out right when I call?  The stuff I'm making is hot and I don't like cold
food."  "We will!" they all promised and then ran up the outside steps and
I heard the splash as they jumped into the pool.

I noticed the line of rings on a wire that was part of the pool-cue holder.
You could slide them back and forth with your pool stick and use them to
keep score.  I went over to them and started moving them one-by-one to the
other side as I said to myself, "saw boys swim naked, sucked Malcolm's cock
and balls while he was asleep, slept cuddled with Reese and Malcolm, sucked
Dewey, drank from Dewey, rimmed Dewey, sucked Reese, spanked Reese, spanked
Malcolm, rimmed Malcolm."  Wow, hardly more than 16 hours had gone by and I
had scored 10 points!  And there were many more hours left in the weekend!
I started up the steps to the kitchen.  I was hungry.  And I was going to
need all my strength.

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Coming in Chapter 12 - Dewey's Comeuppance

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