Date: Sat, 24 Nov 2012 10:10:24 -0800 (PST)
From: DJ <dough304@yahoo.com>
Subject: Malcolm and My Neighbors Chapter 14

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 14
The "Coach" Gets "Initiated"

Right now, in my mind, the single greatest thing we had purchased when
making my house ready for the boys was the over-size hammock.  I say this
because I found myself lying in it in the shade, with 3, wonderful,
beautiful, naked boys all cuddled together with me.  Sigh.  We certainly
needed some relax time after what had already been a very full day.

The day had started with me sucking and rimming little Dewey.  Then all 3
boys got spanked, Malcolm got rimmed, they each had an orgasm, and I had
two along the way.  A little while after that, I joined Dewey in the
bathroom for some special (pee and mirror) play, which led to another
orgasm for him and me.  Wow.  It makes me tired just thinking about it –
tired but happy.

So now, there we were, cuddled together in mid-afternoon, after hours of
playing in the pool.  As breakfast had been so late, we had just finished
lunch – hot dogs on the grill and potato chips.  Tired, satiated, and
cuddled with me, they were in their "little boy mode" and pleaded with me
to tell them a story.  Actually, I had the perfect one ready.  I had a plan
in my mind for a next scene but wasn't sure how I was going to get it
started.  Now I knew.

So, I told them a story of a football coach and his team.  I said that I
had read it on the internet but I hadn't.  I was just making it up.  The
gist of it was there was a football coach who was not the nicest guy.  The
thing the team hated most was that he was always calling them, "buttwipes:"
"Nice move, buttwipe!  Good thinking, buttwipe!  Get your heads outta your
asses you bunch of buttwipes!"  One day after a brutal loss, as the team
was getting undressed for their showers, he was balling them out and called
them "buttwipes" one time too many.  Something snapped in the team and they
told the coach it was time for them to "initiate" him.  They ended up tying
up the coach and humiliating him and abusing him, even sexually.  Yes, I
said "sexually."

Okay, not what you would call a bed-time story.  Anyway, we were soon all
asleep as we had stayed up late, had a big meal, and like I said, were
tired from swimming all day.  I'm thinking I woke up about two hours later
(judging by the height of the sun – yeah, I'm part Indian, I can do
those things – haha).  I worked my way out of the hammock and stretched
my nude, 22-year-old body.  Malcolm woke up too, and set on the edge of the
hammock.  The problem is, when he did, he tipped the balance and all 3 boys
ended up in the grass as the hammock flipped over.  They were a little
dazed but unhurt.  I got a good laugh out of it.

Anyway, they too, stood up and stretched their young, naked bodies –
gosh, what a sight!  Dewey looked at me and said he had to pee again.  I
saw Malcolm giving us a really weird look so I told Dewey to go by himself
this time.  Anyway, I wasn't quite awake yet plus I had other plans in mind
for my next orgasm.  Malcolm followed Dewey into the house and Reese just
walked over to the nearest bush and let his piss fly.  Oh fuck!  I could
only see him from the back, but hearing the sound, knowing what he was
doing, and seeing his hot butt from the back, and his stance – legs
spread, middle pushed forward, hands on hips – enjoying a good pee
outdoors.  It seemed so sexy, so masculine.  But that was Reese all over to
me.

I too went in the house to relieve myself.  Mainly, I didn't want Reese to
notice how I was getting a hard-on from watching him pee.  From my toilet,
I could hear Dewey and Malcolm pissing together in the hall bathroom.  Man!
But that's a fantasy for another day.  We all ended up in the basement,
raiding the bar fridge for sodas.  They settled their still naked bodies on
the couch with the remote, while I took my still naked body upstairs to the
bedroom to get out the stuff.

The stuff?  Well, it was like this.  Last week, after loading up on things
from the toy store, I went next door to the sporting goods store to see
what I could find.  Being a gym teacher, I already had the basic equipment.
But my eye couldn't help but be drawn to the jockstraps lining the one
wall, especially the youth ones – some so small they would even fit
6-year-old Dewey!  And an evil plan began to form in my mind.  Well not
evil so much as lustful.  Anyway, I would be the victim.

So after I got everything laid out on my bed, I went downstairs.  They
seemed totally awake now – animated as they watched The Three Stooges on
TV.  "I have a surprise for you in the bedroom," I said.  "What?" asked
Malcolm.  (Why do people always ask what a surprise is?)  "Go see," I said.
They ran upstairs, then I tip-toed up to eavesdrop on them.

Lying on my bed was a pile for each of them – two medium sized youth
football helmets and shoulder pads for Reese and Malcolm, and one small set
that was Dewey-sized (so yes, we're talking "American" football, not what
we call "soccer" here in the states).  I had put their shoes with them on
the bed as well so there'd be no mistake as to whose pile was whose.
Besides, there's something about someone being naked or nearly naked but
adding shoes that makes them seem almost more naked.  I mean, being totally
naked can say, "I'm a nudist," or, "I just got out of the shower," etc.
But naked or almost naked with shoes says, "I'm naked because I want to
be...because I have a plan in mind for this nakedness."  It was more
sexual...more sexy.  Well, in my mind anyway.  But I digress.  Back to the
piles of stuff.

In each pile was a youth jockstrap, of course.  Six-year-old Dewey's was so
tiny!  The pouch was not even as big as my open mouth.  I couldn't wait to
see him in it – all of them.

Along with their gear to put on was one more pile – a football and some
pieces of cotton rope.  After the story I told them at lunch, it would be
painfully obvious to anyone what I had in mind.  "Why do we need to wear
jockstraps just to toss a football around?" asked Reese, "And what's the
rope for?"  Okay, obvious to anyone but Reese, but I love him.  "Don't you
see?" answered Malcolm, "He wants us to tie him up and initiate him –
abuse him like the football team did in that story he told us."  Oh,
Malcolm, I love you too!

"What's this thing?" I heard Dewey's high voice chirp, obviously talking
about the wisp of material that was his jockstrap.  "It's like underwear,"
said Reese.  "Underwear?" asked Dewey.  "Underwear for your peepee,"
answered Malcolm.  "Ohhh," said Dewey.  I heard a little shuffling as they
must be donning them, then Dewey again: "Do you feel good in there,
Pierre?"  Huh?  "Who's Pierre?" said Malcolm.  "My peepee," piped Dewey.
The little bugger – only Dewey would give his peepee a name.  Well,
maybe not only Dewey, but only Dewey would name it "Pierre."  Where did he
even get that?

I heard more shuffling with some plastic sounds – probably donning the
helmets and shoulder pads now.  Then I heard the bed springs – they must
be sitting down to put on their shoes.  I quickly tip-toed down the steps
then blew my whistle loudly.  Yes, I had put a whistle around my neck and
donned a baseball cap that said "Coach" on it as well.  "Well, buttwipes?"
I yelled as loud and mean as I could.  "What are you doing up there,
buttwipes?  What's taking you so long, buttwipes?"

"See?  He's calling us `buttwipes,'" I heard Malcolm say in a half-whisper.
There was a second of silence then Reese growled, "Let's get him!"  "Yeah!"
cried Dewey in a low, evil tone.  Hehe!  This was going to be fun!  I
jumped over to the couch and sat down just as I heard their shoed hooves
racing down the steps.  As I had rehearsed this in my head, I was all ready
to chew them out and call them "buttwipes" a bunch more times, but the
sight that met me took my breath away.  I couldn't speak.

The sight of all three of them together was almost too much for my senses.
I didn't know where to look.  Reese had come in first, followed by Malcolm
with Dewey trailing.  As they stood before me in a line, Dewey was on my
left, Reese on my right, with Malcolm in the middle.  I'm not even sure how
to start – one at a time or all three together?

Let's start with the jockstraps – blindingly white and impossibly little
on their relatively small boy bodies.  As I already said, there's something
about being almost naked that's even sexier than being "nude."  The
jockstraps served to pull my eye to the center of their bodies, to that
special place where the boyhood lies.  It emphasized their crotch, saying,
"I'm a man, a male, a boy – I got something important here in this
package!"  My cock rose to its full attention during the first few seconds
that I stared at them.

You could definitely see a little bulge in each of them – Reese's even
more so with his bigger, just-into-puberty boy package!  Oh fuck, he is
such a little hunk!  Again, even though I had been able to see their dicks
all weekend, there was something equally sexy about them being hidden by
the pouches now – their beautiful, almost naked bodies with the sweetest
parts covered by a thin shred of cotton.  Would I get to unwrap the
package?  Would they rip it off in front of me?  My mind was racing as my
cock was raging.

And then the shoes – nothing at all from their barely covered crotches
to their naked ankles, and then their clunky shoes looking so big on their
smooth, naked young legs, and again, so sexy.

And now, up their gorgeous smooth legs, past their little white pouches, up
their smooth narrow stomachs, pecs (wider for Reese, yum!) and to the
shoulder pads.  And the helmets.  Oh fuck, it was so hot!  For Dewey,
especially, even though his stuff was the right size for him, the helmet
and shoulder pads still looked so huge.  It was almost comical, especially
coupled with the fierce attitude he brought with it – his little
scowling face and angry brown eyes almost lost in the big headgear.  The
same was true for Malcolm and Reese to a lesser degree.  But aside from
making them look that much more macho (for they were already macho little
boys anyway) I think the helmets and big hard pads served to make them act
even more macho.  Just as I had dreamed, they were now ready to attack
their nasty coach.

So this was my sight.  Oh man!  But as long as it just took me to describe,
I took it all in in seconds, and it was only seconds before they spoke.
"Stop calling us buttwipes!"  It was Malcolm screaming at me, surprising me
that he would take the lead and also at the level of his intense anger.
"Yeah, YOU'RE the buttwipe!" screamed Reese.  "Yeah, YOU'RE the buttwipe!"
echoed Dewey as loud as he could.

I was taken aback by their anger.  But then it was obviously acting as they
got that "deer in the headlights" look, unable to think of what to do next.
I had to take the lead.  "But you ARE buttwipes!" I said.  "Buttwipes,
buttwipes, BUTTWIPES!"  I was yelling now, starting to recover from the
vision that had knocked me over when they entered the room.  "You're the
lousiest excuse for a football team I've ever seen," I continued, "you
bunch of BUTTWIPES!"

A pause for a second and then, Reese: "GET HIM!"  "YAAAA!" they all cried.
Reese and Malcolm grabbed me by the arms and pulled me up to a standing
position.  "What are we going to do with him?" Reese asked Malcolm.  "We
have to tie him to something!" said Malcolm, and they led me through the
door into the back half of the basement, little Dewey following and
spanking my naked butt as we went – oh fuck!

I can't say that I resisted but even if I had wanted to, I couldn't have –
I was too weak with lust and almost in disbelief at these boys acting out a
fantasy for me in real life.  It was surreal.

"Tie him to the table legs!" shouted Malcolm, looking at the lab table that
served as an island for the wet bar.  "Tie his hands up first!" said Reese.
They tied my hands behind my back and shoved me down.  They were a little
bit forceful.  I hoped I hadn't made a mistake.  Still, I was rock-hard as
they tied ropes around my chest together with the table legs.  Not too
tight though.  So far so good.  And then again, they just stopped and
stood, not knowing what to do next, so again it was my turn.

"You bunch of buttwipes!" I shouted, "I'll get you for this you buttwipes!
You can't do this to me!  You'll never—" and then I was
interrupted...interrupted as Reese stepped up and yanked the front of his
jockstrap down and shoved his 12-year-old cock into my mouth.  "Shut up and
suck me!" he shouted.  "You buttwipe!" he added.  "Yeah, you buttwipe!"
echoed Dewey.  In only a few seconds, Reese's boyrod inflated to its full,
hard 4 inches.  My own was throbbing as much as his.  This was so sexy!

Hey smashed his crotch against my face, gagging and suffocating me with his
little manhood, and giving me a pain in the back as I was smashed against
the table legs.  Finally, after I heaved for the fifth time, he let up and
pulled out.  He just stood in front of me, his boy boner inches away from
my face.  I looked up to see him glaring down at me through his helmet, a
wicked grin on his handsome 12-year-old face.  My aching cock heaved with
my chest as I struggled to get my breath.

"Let me have a turn!" cried Dewey, shoving Reese out of the way with his
little arm.  He had to stand up on my thighs and then tip toe to get his
crotch near my face.  Following Reese's lead, he yanked the front of his
jockstrap down, hooked the elastic under his 6-year-old little balls and
grabbed me by the hair.  Then he pushed my head down to rub his toddler
size peter in my face.  "Suck my peepee, buttwipe!" he cried.  Oh shit, my
cock twitched.  I willed myself not to cum yet.  I obediently opened my
mouth and slurped in his little boy jewels, cock and balls together.  Then
I hungrily sucked, making "mmm" noises as I did.  As I sucked eagerly, I
stuck my tongue out as far as I could and licked under his balls, catching
a little of his perineum as I did.  I felt his little peepee start to
inflate so I pulled off and concentrated on that, bringing him to his full
little boy 2 inch hardness.  So sweet!  Ahhh...

He sighed an audible sigh and almost breathless said, "Yeah, suck it,
buttwipe," in his precious high young boy voice.  This must have gone for a
minute with my hums and Dewey's soft "oohs" and "ahhs" before Reese
intervened to ramp things up again.  "C'mon, Dewey, get him!" shouted
Reese.  Little Dewey was lost in his peepee pleasure but at Reese's
yelling, he sort of woke up from it and got back into the game.  "Yeah!"
cried Dewey loudly, "lick my poopy hole now!"  ("Poopy hole" – oh FUCK!)
And he turned around. but even with Reese pushing my head down by the hair
and Dewey almost trying to climb up my chest, I couldn't quite reach is
little rosebud.

So Reese did something very sexy (as he always seems to do).  He picked his
little brother up and threw him over his shoulder, then smashed the little
ass into my face.  It is a very weird thing to have an ass seemingly
suspended in the air just coming straight at you.  And the fact that it was
framed by the straps of the white jock made it 10 times hotter!  Fuck, it
was sexy!  I still had to move my face around to get my tongue right
between his softball size melons and find his opening.  Oh man, so hot.  I
could rim a little boy for hours, or at least until my tongue cramped up.
But it was hard to keep contact as Reese kept moving him around and
pressing him more into my face, making it hard to breathe at times as well.
So, I contented myself with just keeping my mouth open and sucking and
licking whatever part came my way.  But it was so hot – this little
butt, the nastiness of it, the fact that the big brother was holding the
little brother and ramming his brothers butt into my face – oh fuck!

And then Reese upped the level even again, as he put his hands on his
little brother's tiny buttcheeks and pried them open for me, now pushing
Dewey's precious white little pucker against my starving mouth.  I licked,
I sucked, I slurped, I stabbed.  I was in ecstasy!  And judging from the
wiggling and vocal outbursts coming from him, Dewey was too.

This went on for minutes and I was wondering what happened to 11-year-old
Malcolm, when I heard a low voice hiss, "It's my turn now."  It rather
scared me – the evilness of it.  Reese and Dewey moved away and Malcolm
stood there glaring at me like he could kill me.  Then eat me.  I couldn't
help but notice that Reese had pulled his jock strap up but was obviously
still at full hardness.  Shit he looked hot!  Dewey just stood there with
his strap still hooked under his miniscule balls, his hard 2-incher proudly
sticking straight out.  The whole scene had me crazy – the helmets, the
shoulder pads, the jocks, the shoes, the attitude...  I shuddered.

"Tie him to the ottoman," Malcolm growled.  His brothers gave him a weird
look but then followed orders.  I got the impression they had never seen
this side of him either.  In the other room was a coffee table sized
ottoman.  It was actually a padded leather box on wheels that I used to
store blankets.  Dewey wheeled it over while Reese untied my arms from the
table.  Malcolm just stood there, the team captain now.  "You try to get
away, BUTTWIPE," he hissed, "and we'll do WAY more worse things to you than
what we're about to do!"  I said nothing, but sheepishly walked the 2 steps
over to the ottoman and waited for instructions.  "On your back," said the
captain.

I sat on the end of the ottoman then leaned back to lie down.  First they
put a rope under it, then tied my hands to each end of the rope.  Then they
tied a second rope around my waist.  "Bring your knees up to your chest,
buttwipe," Malcolm snarled.  I opened my mouth to protest but thought
better of it.  With my knees up, Captain Malcolm had his runt-sized minions
wrap another rope around me just behind my knees, leaving me immobile and
very exposed.  "You won't get away with this, you buttwipes!" I yelled.  Oh
shit, my cock had never been so hard!  I had never been so excited.  We all
waited to see what Malcolm would say next.  Dewey look almost frightened
but Reese had an evil gleam in his eye.  Then finally, "Beat his fuckin'
ass!" yelled Malcolm.

Reese and Dewey wasted no time in starting to whack me, each taking a cheek
with one hand.  Thankfully, they kept it somewhat light, the same as I had
done them – it gave me a pleasurable sting that made me even more horny.
I noted that Reese still had his raging boner stretching out his white
pouch; while Dewey had pulled his jockstrap back up over his now obviously
deflated boy tool.  But he definitely had a look of glee as he spanked my
22-year-old smooth ass.

Malcolm was still soft too.  I could tell this as he was now standing at
the end of the ottoman over my tilted back head.  Then he put his hands on
my sides and leaned down and started grinding his cloth-covered crotch in
my face.  He rubbed it up and down, back and forth.  I breathed in deeply
and opened my mouth to see if I could catch anything in it.  I could feel
his 2 inch dick start to harden up.  Once it had turned from a limp green
bean to a spike of hard asparagus, he pulled off of me to yank his size 10
jockstrap down, then forced his 3-incher into my mouth.

He started moving it in and out.  He was fucking me!  I started whimpering
and shaking as I stretched my neck, trying to meet his sexy boy thrusts.
"Not yet, buttwipe," he said after a minute, "you don't get to cum yet."
Then he stepped over me and climbed on top, squeezing himself between my
knees and my chin, then setting himself right down on my face.  Again, it
was so incredibly sexy to watch it coming at me, emphasized by the white
straps encircling his sweet cheeks.  "Now wipe my butt, buttwipe!" and he
giggled.  A second later, Dewey giggled as well.  By this time, Malcolm was
already writhing around on my face and also flexing his butt, trying to
keep his hole open.  Oh fuck oh shit OH FUCK!!!  I was almost in tears,
such was the level of my lustful pleasure.  Malcolm's ass was so sweet.  I
sucked, I stabbed, I lapped.  I did everything I could to get him open and
get my tongue up his boy-shoot, tongue-fucking him for all I was worth.  He
was my boy-god and his asshole was his center.  I would serve.

Then Reese stopped spanking me as he hit the floor in laughter: "Wipe my
butt, buttwipe!  I get it!" he said, "That's funny!"  It was just as well
because even though I was still getting pleasure from being stimulated
there, the pain was building up.  But Dewey then did an amazing thing that
almost overwhelmed my senses.  Instead of staying on my right buttcheek
where we was, he moved his little hand to the middle.  Now, remember, I was
totally exposed, my knees tied against my chest, my buttocks spread open
for all to see.  Yes.  He was SPANKING ME RIGHT ON MY BUTTHOLE!!!!!!!

Oh, oh, oh, OH!!!  I thought I was going to faint, have a heart attack,
explode, I don't know!  And yet, I couldn't help but flex my hole as I
tried to keep it open, trying to up this unreal stimulation even more.  And
as I did, I started to cry, almost literally, but definitely audibly into
Malcolm's tight ass.  "Aha, aha, aha!" I cried, somewhat muffled, my mouth
deep between his 2 white grapefruit-size melons.  All of a sudden he jumped
off of me and turned his gaze toward Reese who was still on the floor.
"Fuck his face!" shouted Captain Malcolm.

As you know, Reese didn't have to be told twice.  In a flash, I felt his
still rock hard fuck-stick barreling all the way down.  There was an
audible "splat" as his stomach slammed against my face, then the sound of
me gagging and choking on his 4-inch tool.  Mercifully, he pulled out
halfway to give me a slight break before ramming home again.  This was
insane!  Dewey's little hand smacking my open asshole was enough alone to
put me over the edge, not just that it felt so hot, but that I knew it was
a cute little 6-year-old in a jock strap and football helmet and pads who
was gleefully doing it to me.  Then seeing Malcolm out of the corner of my
eye, also in helmet and shoulder pads, supervising and giving the orders,
his boy crotch enclosed in the blinding white jockstrap just a foot from my
face.  And then I could look up and see hot Little Man Reese, looking down
at me through his sexy football helmet as well, his eyes on fire, his face
contorted in mad lust.  I could feel the cloth of his size 12 cotton jock
brush against my cheeks as he continued to ram his cock in and out of my
ravenous throat.

Oh shit, I had never felt anything like this!  Yes, he had fucked my throat
before but never in this position.  My head was hanging off the end of the
ottoman, tilted back, making a perfectly straight channel from the opening
of my mouth right into my throat.  Did Malcolm already know about this
position?  Was it something he had seen on the internet maybe?  Never mind,
young Reese was taking advantage of it and fucking my hot mouth like a
pussy, taking long stokes, pulling out till the head was just at my sucking
lips, then ramming back in.  He was relentless and the sounds of my sucking
and gagging, the feel of him in my mouth and against my face, the sight of
him as I looked up, it was too much.  My head was spinning.  I had never
felt a sensation like it.  And the fact that I was immobilized, the fact
that he had the power to brutally use me the way he was, Dewey too...it all
served to make my cock start pulsing in pending orgasm.  There's nothing
that gets me off more than the thought that I am making guys crazy; and
then the noises they make that confirm it.

Young Reese was obviously loving it as well, not only judging by his
scrunched up face, but he started making sounds also, "Uh, uh, uh..." he
grunted with each hard thrust into me.  It pushed me over the top and I
joined him in similar, but even more intense sounds.

"Uh-huh!  Uh-huh!  Uh-huh!" I was actually crying in sobs now, tears coming
down my face caused mainly by Reese's brutality on it.  Reese yelled,
"Dewey get closer!"  Then I heard a cracking sound.  Then again, and again,
every time he rammed his fuck-stick in me.  He must be crashing his helmet
into Dewey's helmet now with each thrust.  Add to that the sound of Dewey
spanking my hole, plus my own sobs, gags, gurgles, and slurps, not to
mention the slapping sound as Reese continued to slam his stomach against
my mouth.  Then Malcolm started smacking his fists on his own shoulder
blades.  "Yeah, buttwipe, you're getting just what you deserve!" he
shouted.  "MMM-HMM!" I cried, my mouth full of Reese dick.  "Smack him,
Dewey!" cried Malcolm.  "Fuck him, Reese!" he screamed.  "HHHHMMMM!!!" I
screamed too, amid my almost convulsive other noises.

We all continued in this frenzy for another loud minute as I wondered how
long I could last.  I knew Reese wouldn't last much longer, and then: "Oh
shit!  Oh shit!  Oh shit!" he cried, "I'm cumming!!!!"  And this time, he
didn't remember to pull back and let me taste it.  No, he rammed at me with
such force I thought I was going to end up swallowing his whole body.  I
strained at my bonds, trying to wiggle and get myself to cum as I felt
Reese's sexy powerful thrusts and throbbing in my throat as meanwhile,
Dewey ramped up the spanking on my hole, going harder and faster.

And then, I felt a hand.  A young hand.  On my cock.  Grabbing.  Jacking.
OH FUUUUCCCCKKKK!!!!!!!  MALCOLM WAS JACKING ME OFF!!!!  AAAHHHHHH!!!!!!!!
My mouth full of dick, unable to really breathe, I stopped sucking on Reese
and with barely any air, screamed like I had rabies.
"EEEEEEEEEOOOOWWWWW!!!!" I cried, my body convulsing, the ropes digging in
to my wrists, waist, and knees as I strained at them.  And then my
6-inch-cock went off in young Malcolm's little hand.  I must have shot a
gallon of cum as he kept jacking me up and down.  I felt it hit my face, I
heard it splat against Reese's chest.  I felt...  I heard...  ...

"Uncle Jay!  Uncle Jay!"  Someone was shaking me.  Had I been dreaming?  I
opened my eyes to see 3 football helmeted faces staring down at me with
concern.  "Uncle Jay, are you alright?" cried Malcolm.  "You fainted, Uncle
Jay!" said Reese.  "Again," he added.  I could feel my feet on the floor;
my untied hands had been placed on my stomach.  "How long was I out?" I
asked.  "Like 5 minutes!" exclaimed Reese.  "Yeah," forever!" echoed little
Dewey.  "Twenty-eight seconds," said Malcolm, "so are you okay?" he looked
really worried.

"That was...," I struggled to get my breath and get myself together, "That
was the most incredible experience of my life!" I said, "maybe the
strongest orgasm I've ever had too!" I exclaimed as I smiled, especially at
Malcolm.  They all three let out a sigh of relief.  "Yeah," said Reese,
"you got cum on me again."  "Me too," said Malcolm, holding up his sticky
hand.  "I didn't get any cum on me," said Dewey.  "Well here, Dewey," said
Reese as he grabbed a giggling Dewey and lifted him up into a hug,
spreading my cum from his stomach to Dewey's.  Reese was laughing too, and
then he pretended to be trying to kiss little Dewey, their facemasks loudly
bumping together as he made loud smooching sounds.

"I know what," I said, sitting up, quickly recovering.  "Let's do what they
do after a real football game: Let's hit the showers!"  "Yay!!" they all
cried and we trotted to the bathroom, helmets, and shoulder pads being shed
along the way.  I adjusted the water as they finished stripping, then they
all stepped into the big shower – it was the size of a small walk-in
closet.  There was a bottle of body wash attached to the wall.  I told
everybody to put 2 big globs of it on them and spread it around.  Then I
got down on my knees to be closer to their height and pulled them to me.
We all just rubbed our slippery, soapy bodies against each other while our
hands rubbed up and down each other's backs and butts.  I was too tired to
do anything else overtly sexual tonight but I quickly realized that we
could have a lot of future fun in this shower.  Besides, I was rubbing my
naturally smooth man chest against three little naturally smooth boy
chests; all the while feeling little hands moving in and out of my
buttcrack!  What more could I want?

And aside from being tired, I was feeling a little hungry.  Now having my
own pad, I was determined to become a cook and had decided I would try my
hand at making chili for dinner.  I should probably get that started soon.
And after my fifth orgasm of the day at the hands of these hot little
fuckers, I think I would finally be able to focus on something else for a
couple of hours.  I pulled each of them to me one at a time to give them a
big long kiss which they eagerly returned.  `I love you guys," I said.  "We
love you too!" they replied.  And then, it was a group hug, as the warm
water rained down on us, soothing our smooth, young, sex-tired bodies.
Like I said: tired, but happy.


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Coming in Chapter 15 – Burning Butts and Washed Out Guts

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