Date: Wed, 5 Dec 2012 11:38:08 -0800 (PST)
From: DJ <dough304@yahoo.com>
Subject: Malcolm and My Neighbors Chapter 16

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 16
An Itch You Can't Scratch

So, I had just had a crying, screaming orgasm from Reese fucking my mouth
while I was trying to hold my enema.  Fuck, what freaky shit!  (And no, I
didn't mean a pun this time.)  Now we were all gathered together around the
toilet where I was sitting as the boys comforted me as I came down from my
insane cum.  And, we all realized that despite getting enemas, our
buttholes still itched and burned.  I figured that one enema wasn't enough
to get rid of the chili pepper coming through us.  And it wasn't going to
help with the inflammation from the hot stuff either.  So...what to do
next?

"I think...I think," I said, "that it's going to take another enema to get
all the chili pepper out of our butts."  "Oh, man," said Dewey, "I wanna
play video games!"  "Another enema?" said Malcolm, "I don't know if I want
another enema."  "Are you gonna suck us first like you did before?" said
Reese, clearly ready for anything that would give his crotch area a good
feeling.  "Of, course, Little Man," I said.  "Then I'm ready!" he answered
with a gleam in his eye.  "Nnnnoooooo!" 6-year-old Dewey whined.  "I don't
know," said Malcolm.  "Look, guys," I said, "I know how you feel.  As much
as part of me got very horny from what we just did, it was weird too.  I
mean, part of me would like to do it again maybe sometime in the future.
Part of me would rather just go on with our day and play.  But there are
two truths that you can't deny: One, is that you did like it – once I
got you hard, you stayed hard the whole time.  And the other truth is that
we are all very uncomfortable and we're gonna be this way for hours.  So it
would be much better to take 15 minutes and do something about it now and
get it done –then we'll feel great the rest of the day and have a lot of
fun!"

"Oh...okay," said Malcolm, now convinced.  And we all looked at Dewey.
"Okay," he said, defeated.  "Yay!" said Reese, and he led the way as we all
trooped to the bathroom downstairs.  As soon as we entered the room, Reese,
whose dick was already at half-mast, gave me a look as if to say, "Well?"
So I immediately sat down on the toilet and took his waiting cock in my
mouth.  I swear, it was almost as if he had shoved it into me – it got
hard in a split-second, the head banging down my throat and causing me to
gag.  He just giggled as I pulled off of him.  "Next!" I said as before.
Again, this idea of boys lining up to get sucked made me shudder in
horniness, although my cock stayed tame at the moment.  I was still
recovering from the super-intense orgasm I had had moments ago.  Little
Malcolm stepped up and offered me his soft 2-incher, which, within a minute
grew to its hard, proud 3-inches of beauty.

As I sucked the boys to hardness, I couldn't help but fantasize again of
the baseball team of 8 to 10 year olds, only this time, instead of naked by
my pool, I pictured us in the dugout, where they lined up and either pulled
down their pants to get sucked or just unzipped and pulled their tiny
morsels through the fly of their sexy, tight baseball pants.  "Hmmm," I
said out loud as I was now smashing my face into little Dewey's bare
stomach.  I soon felt his tiny peepee grow in my mouth and then throb in
its awesome 2 inch glory.  Oh fuck!

Tearing myself away from his bald little crotch, I got up and got the enema
bottles out of the trash, quickly cleaned them off and filled them with
warm water.  Then I filled up the large enema bag I had purchased.  I saw
the boys disappear from the mirror as I was about done.  When I turned
around, my heart stopped.  There they were – back in position – knees
against their shoulders, hands on their waists, elbows on the floor and
their hot, white, little asses shoved high up into the air.  Their
rock-hard little cocks were pointed down at their handsome faces.  I sucked
in my breath and fell back against the vanity at the sight.  Honestly, I
think my mouth actually watered.  I mean, I was so into rimming, and here
was this sight of three rimmable butts, so, maybe I truly was having a
Pavlovian reaction to their three exposed little holes!  I can't say for
sure; but my fuck-stick was definitely reacting, rising up to its full,
hard 6 inches in a matter of seconds.  "C'mon, Uncle Jay," it was the cute,
high voice of 6-year-old Dewey, "I want to play."

"You want to play?" I thought, "Uncle Jay wants to play too."  And then I
had an evil thought, well, at least a lustful one.  Yes, my cock was hard
and aching now so I was thinking from the groin again.  "Boys," I said, "I
need you to get closer together so I can monitor you better."  (Yeah, here
I was making up medical sounding shit again to manipulate them into my
horny desires.)  Dewey was in the middle, and without questioning it, Reese
and Malcolm shimmied over to their little brother until they were all
touching.  I mean, their butts were all lined up and touching each other!
Oh fuck!  Oh SHIT what a SIGHT!  MAN!  I was panting now, already.  But I
wasn't done yet.  "No, not like that," I said, trying to hold myself
together and sound normal, "Malcolm, and Reese, I need you to come around
to the side so the three of you make a triangle."  "Huh?" said Reese, but
Malcolm was already shifting around on his shoulders and elbows, his little
ass wiggling as he came around and made an angle of his ass with Dewey's.
"Okay, Reese," I said, "now just shift over until your butt is between
Dewey's and Malcolm's."  "Okay," he said, and again, I perved on watching
his hot, tight butt move back and forth as he shimmied over until they were
all touching.  Oh fuck!  It was too much.  But then, it still wasn't
enough.  I had to get them level – yes, I had to create the perfect
picture for my sick brain.

"Okay, Dewey," I said, "lean against your brothers and move in, getting
your butt up as high as you can."  He did and his butt came up a good 3
inches.  "Okay, now Reese," I said, sounding like a director blocking a
play, "move your shoulders out 3 inches...a little more...stop, perfect!
And now Malcolm, you more out 2 inches...that's good.  Awesome, everybody!"
And it was.  It was more than awesome.  It was more than I had ever
imagined.  I had never, I mean, never, ever, ever in my entire life seen
anything so spectacular – not in nature, not in a movie, not in sex.  I
had never seen it for real, never seen it on the internet, never even
fantasized about it.  And here it was.  A triangle of little boy butts –
smooth, white, hot, tight, perky, pert, soft, sweet, and they posed for me
like this in all innocence!  My mind was reeling, I mean, I wasn't sure
that I wasn't about to slip over into insanity.  And yet, if this was the
way to insanity, then stop the train and let me on board!

And yet, I still wasn't done!  Moving on to what must be a PhD. In
perviness, I had yet another base, lewd idea.  "Okay, now, boys," I said,
breathless.  "In order to get the enema tube in easier, I need you to relax
your holes.  It's like an exercise.  Just keep flexing them open and closed
and try to keep them open as much as you can."  How I was able to form
words at this point, I don't know.  I guess my horniness was just so strong
as to fill my body with adrenaline and keep my mouth moving somehow.  And
fuck –they did it!  FUCK!  FUCK!  FUCK!  There they were, smashed
together, almost like one, fused, brother-butt with 6 beautiful cheeks and
3 beyond belief holes, obscenely opening and closing for my horny eyes.
Oh, to have a picture.  But then, it was an image that would be burned into
my memory forever.

My head was spinning, my vision was about to go.  I fell to me knees,
crashing to the floor and grabbed the vanity as tightly as I could with my
left arm.  "Oh shit, boys!" I cried, as I grabbed my madly aching cock with
my right hand.  "I can't stand it, oh FUCK I CAN'T STAND IT!"  And I
started wildly jacking my sensitive cock.  "Oh boys," I said, between
pants..."If you could see what I see"...pant... "you are all so
beautiful"... pant... "and looking at your butts like that!"... "and I love
you so much!"... gasping for breath... "I love your insides!"... almost
crying now... "and your outsides!"... barely able to stay vertical... "and
I love you for letting me look at you like this"... "Man, you're a sick
perve," said Malcolm, but as with Reese, he didn't say it with judgment,
just stating a fact.  "I know, I know!" I cried, and I was virtually
overcome with tears now... "But he's a FUN perve," added Reese, helpfully.
"What's a perve?" chimed little Dewey.  "It's someone who goes crazy from
looking at little boys' butts!" I cried, and then it hit.
"UUUURRRGGGGHHHHHAAAAHHHHH!!!!!!" I let out a terrifying scream as my cock
started to spew.  It made all three of the boys jump.  But they really
couldn't go anywhere in the position they were in.

I had never cum so quickly in my life, especially after just having shot a
few minutes before.  But I had never been so horny before – never had
such an insanely lustful sight to look at and make me so sex-crazy!
"YYYEEEEOOOWWWW!!!!" I screamed again, an Indian war-cry now as my primal
self came to the surface.  It wasn't a big load as it was freshly made, but
it landed on all of their butts, making me even that much more horny.  "OH
FUCK OH FUCK OH FUCK OH SHIT!!" I cried.  "SSSSHHHIIIITTTTT!!!!!" I
screamed at the top of my lungs.  "UH-HUH, UH-HUH, UH-HUH," I yelled, in a
grunting cry over and over as I wheezed and gasped for breath in between.

And then, at the moment my cock made its last frantic pulse, I let go of it
and was immediately on them.  I lunged down, and wrapping my arms around
all three of their butts together, I licked up all my cum as I sucked on
their buttcheeks and lapped at their gaping holes.  Now it was them who
cried.  "EEEEEEE!!!" screamed Dewey in his impossibly high, glass breaking
screams as my pointed tongue stabbed at his tight little winker.
"AAAHHHH!!!!  SHIT!" cried Malcolm as I lapped and slurped and tongue
fucked his pure white, sweet, opening.  "FUCK!  FUCK!  FUCK!  FUCK!!!"
shouted Reese as I rammed my tongue up his open shoot and fucked it in and
out, driving him nuts.  I was in a frenzy from their animalistic, macho
noises and I quickly went in circles around the brother-boy-ass, working my
tongue in ways that drove them into ecstasy.

"Oh fuck!" I cried myself as I finally and reluctantly stopped my mad
assault on their little behinds.  "Guys," I said, panting, "I could rim you
all day but I don't want you to cum yet or you won't enjoy the enemas."  I
grabbed the first one and lubed it up.  I decided I'd start with Malcolm
this time.  "Open up, Sunshine," I said, as I placed the tip on his little
raisin.  It went in quickly and easily, his hole already relaxed from the
rimming.  Dewey, next, and he sucked in his breath then let it out with a
sigh as the long, thin tube disappeared totally into his poop shoot.  Then
Reese who moaned and hummed as the little tube made its journey all the way
into his hot ass.  Man!  It was so hot seeing them like that, butts
together, all three plugged up with a bottle sticking out of them.  Oh
fuck!

I went back to Malcolm and started to squeeze.  "Ah!" he cried and looking
down, I could see his eyes bulge out in shock.  "What's wrong?" I cried,
"Is it too hot?"  "Uh...uh...no," he said, "it's a little hot,
it...actually, if feels fuckin' awesome," he said, his little boy cocklett
throbbing.  "I guess it just surprised me.  Keep going!"  So, I squeezed
the rest of the water into him.  Leaving the bottle in, I went right to
Dewey and slowly squeezed.  "Ooh!  Ooh!  Ooh!" he cried.  "You okay,
Cowboy?" I asked.  "Yeah," he said, trying to get his breath, "it's good."
And I squeezed the rest of the hot water into him.  Reese next.  "Oh fuck!"
he cried, "man, that's nice!  It never felt like this when Mom did it!"  I
finished the bottle into him and then Malcolm said, "I think I could take
another one."  "Me too!" echoed Reese enthusiastically.  "Dewey, do you
want any more?" I said.  Shoot, I felt like the waitress at the diner
taking orders.  "I'm good," answered little Dewey, panting, and obviously
happy.  His little, rock-hard two inch rod also bespoke of his current
happiness.

I eased the tube out of young Malcolm's tight ass and refilled it with warm
water.  I slowly inserted the tube again and started squeezing as I went.
"Ohh, ohh, aaahhhhh," he swooned.  The bottle now empty, I asked him if he
wanted more.  "No, I'm good," he said with a lustful sigh, his blue eyes
glowing, and his 3-inch peepee flexing in bliss.  I did the same in turn
with Reese whose moans of lustful pleasure were louder than his brothers.
"I can take one more!" he said, and of course I obliged.  "Oh, yeah!" he
cried, "give it to me baby!"  Oh fuck, he was so hot!  The horny little,
hormone-raging bugger!  "Yeah, take it, Little Man!" I said, mixing my hot
talk with his among the general ooh's, ahh's, and sighs of lust filling the
room.

When I was done with Reese, I noticed that my own cock was hard as well.  I
don't remember it getting hard again.  Or did it never go down after I
jacked off onto their unbelievably hot asses?  Was that possible?  Anyway,
I grabbed the enema bag and filled it with warm water for myself.  "Sorry,
Reese," I said, "but I'm going to go ahead and give myself one now so we
can get this done.  Plus, if I have another orgasm right now like the last
two I just had, my cock might break off."  "Okay," he squeezed out the word
between his lustful hums and groans.

I hung the bag on the towel rack and easily put the bulbous end of the tube
up my ass.  I was no stranger to things up my ass, including dick.
Although I preferred sucking, which was just as well since I could never
find many guys who were into buttfucking.  I released the clip and got down
on my hands and knees, then down on my shoulders, my butt sticking up high
in the air.  "Oh fuck!" I cried, as the warm, almost hot water started
filling me up.  My cock was throbbing.  "See?" said Reese.  "Oh, fuck,
yeah!" I answered as the warm water flowed over my prostate, giving me an
intense sexual feeling I had never experienced before.  "Ahhh... hmmmm..."
my moans and sighs joined in with the boys.

As soon as I was full, I got up and stopped the flow, then took the bottles
out of the little boy asses.  I remained standing over them and hoped they
could hold their water a long time, as the sight before me was one I wanted
to leer at forever.  I took the tube out of my butt and gently rubbed my
cock, not too much as I was close to cumming again and I didn't want to
yet.  But fuck, I mean, FUCK!  I've already described the sight of their
three butts joined as one, but man, it was... it made me want to cry, I
mean, it was so phenomenally fantastic!  I felt like I was probably looking
down on something no man on earth had ever seen before; as if I had made
some great discovering, or been the first to reach the top of the highest
mountain and look down upon the other side.  OH FUCK, FUCK,
FUCK-FUCK-FUCK!!!!!!!!!!!!!

But nothing lasts forever and among my moans of lust began a bit of
gurgling noises and a few slight moans of pain from the coming cramps.
"Boys," I said, having yet one more idea to put a kinky twist on things,
"let's let it out all together in the shower."  I don't know why, I just
wanted to do something different – to milk everything I could out of
this wicked, wild experience.  "In the shower?!" said Malcolm.  "Why not?"
I said, "It's just going to be water."  "Okay," said Malcolm, "I'm getting
close."  "Me too," said Reese.  "Me three," echoed Dewey.

Oh man, I had to let go of my cock before I shot, and yet, when I did, it
still flexed up and down by itself, straining to release the tension of a
third load already this morning.  I was granted another minute of bliss as
I looked past my throbbing member onto the beautiful, six-cheeked
brother-boy-butt beneath me.  And then, "That's it!" said Reese.  "Me too!"
cried Malcolm, and they both just somersaulted backwards onto their butts
and stood up.  As they moved, little Dewey fell down onto his back and then
stood up abruptly as well.  We all charged into the shower and I quickly
closed the door.  "Okay," I said, "on the count of three" (and they counted
with me, giggling): "one, two, THREE!"

Fuck, it sounded like a waterfall.  And fuck, it made me so horny.  There's
just something that gets me about anything coming out of these hunky little
boys whether it be cum, pee, or water from their tight little holes!  Fuck,
it was a horny sound – and sight – seeing the water pour down out of
their asses and hit the shower floor with a loud "splat!"  We were all
laughing, then everybody squatted, working to get the last bit out.
Finally, we each ended up in a corner of the shower, energy spent as we
panted and gently played with our still hard cocks.  Occasionally, someone
would push out a little more water that was left in him and we'd watch it
run out from under him and roll down the drain.

"This is so sick," said Malcolm, right after he himself had released a bit
of his butt water.  "I know, isn't it great!" cried Reese, straining to
poop out yet more liquid.  Finally, all emptied, we just lingered there in
our positions, still recovering from the lustful events of the morning so
far.  I think, had we been sitting on something warm and soft instead of
the cold, hard shower, we might even have drifted off to sleep.

"Okay, guys," I said, finally, "let's get cleaned up."  I started the water
and we more or less got in a circular "conga line," each one washing the
butt of the person in front of him.  I got on my knees and washed Dewey's
butt, Dewey washed Reese's, Reese washed Malcolm, and Malcolm washed me.
Man, it felt so awesome feeling his delicate, 11-year-old hands probing
over and over in between my cheeks!  Shit!  "Get up in between the legs and
do the balls as well," I said, "anything that was in contact with the
shower floor."  And as I delighted in rubbing all over Dewey's tiny balls
and crotch, I doubly delighted at the feeling of Malcolm's soapy hands
rubbing all over mine.  Man, this day is a constant train of sexual
thrills!  We kept washing each other way beyond the point of getting each
other clean.  No one was complaining.  But eventually, my knees got tired
of being on the hard tile.  "Okay," I said, standing up, "now the legs."
So we did each other's legs, and while not as overtly sexual as the butt to
ball washing, any contact I could have with any smooth boyskin was bliss,
and the slippery soapiness of my hands made it even more blissful.
Ahhhh...

I finished us off by taking the shower nozzle and hose off its holder and
putting it under each boy's butt and rinsing his hole, the hard spray of
water giving them yet another new sexual thrill on their tight little
puckers.  Reese wanted to do me, and he took his time, thrilling me with
the feel of the water as well as the thought that it was him giving it to
me.  Ahhh, so hot!

Finally, I decided we were done and I reluctantly turned off the water.
Although it was not with total reluctance because I was ready to flop onto
something soft for a while, having literally spent all morning on bathroom
floors.  As we dried off, I noticed that Malcolm and Dewey were starting to
go soft, but my dick was still pointing to the sky; as was Reese's.  The
horny little fucker!

I also noticed that I still had an uncomfortable sensation in my anus.  I
didn't want to say anything to the boys, because I wanted to see what they
would say on their own.  But as I tried to process the feeling, it seemed
that the burning was gone, but I was still itching back there.  In fact, as
for the first time in quite a while, I didn't have some overtly sexual
escapade going on to distract me, I found that I was really itching –
intensely itching.  I noticed that Dewey was spending a lot of time rubbing
the towel between his little cheeks.  Reese too.  Then Malcolm: "Man, my
butthole is still itching like crazy!" he cried.  "Mine, too!" said Reese.
"Mine three!" said Dewey.  "I'm about to put my finger up my butt and
scratch it," Reese said.  "Ewww," said Malcolm.  "Well, it's better than
feeling like this all day," said Reese, "Anyway, I can't stand it!"  "I
know," I added.  "I think the enema did wash out all the pepper, but we're
still sort of inflamed, you know.  We're sore from how the pepper burned
us."

"Well what are we going to do?" asked Malcolm.  "I don't want to stick my
finger up my ass," he said.  "What if it was someone else's finger?" I
asked, and actually, instead of looking horrified, he seemed to relax at
the thought of not having to use his own finger.  "Or..." I said.  ("No,
DON'T SAY IT!" I screamed to myself inside my head.  But it was too late.
I was thinking with my cock now.  The horny train had already left the
station.)  "Or..." I said, plunging ahead with something that could really
freak them out – maybe even send them running home, "there's something
that can go in a butt that feels a whole lot better than a finger."  I
paused a moment and let that sink in.  "What?" said eager Reese.  "You
see," I continued, "a finger is all hard and bony and pointy, with a
fingernail on the end.  It's really not made to be the best thing to put up
inside a butt.  What you want is something smooth and round and spongy,
something that's stiff enough to force in, but soft enough to feel nice at
the same time.  "Oh NO!" cried Malcolm, rolling his eyes.  "What?  What?!"
cried Reese, looking at me, then Malcolm with that precious, confused, dumb
look on his face.  "He wants to fuck us!" yelled Malcolm, and then he
started past me for the door.

I grabbed him and pulled him to me in a hug.  Yes, I knew Malcolm well
enough already to know that in his neediness for affection he found it hard
to resist a hug from me.  I felt him start to melt into me.  "Now Malcolm,"
I said gently, my arms wrapped around his naked back, "do you really think
I would ever force you, or even try hard to talk you in to doing something
you didn't really want to do?"  "No," he said, and I felt him totally
relax.  "Okay, then," I replied and I kissed him on top of the head and
stepped back from him.  "I'm not going to fuck anybody," I said.  "I'm too
big for boys your age.  But you guys can fuck each other."

"What's fuck?" asked little Dewey.  "Gosh, Dewey," said Malcolm, "you hear
us use that word like 100 times a day!"  "Yeah, but I don't know what it
means," said Dewey.  "It's when somebody puts their hard peepee inside
somebody's butthole, or a girl's pussy and goes in and out with it until
they get that good feeling," I answered.  "Oh," said Dewey, "does it hurt?"
"Yeah, does it hurt?" echoed Reese.

"Well, it will be like the enema tube going in, only fatter.  It may hurt a
little, but then once it's all the way in, you just stay completely still,
and your hole gets used to it.  Then it starts to feel really good –
especially when our holes are driving us crazy with this itching.  Honest,
this is the best way I can think of to scratch the itch."  Of course, I
hadn't tried to think of any other ways and I wasn't planning to.

"So then, who gets to fuck who?" asked Reese, his boycock still hard and
proud.  "Well, you can fuck Malcolm," I said, "and Malcolm can fuck you and
Dewey.  "I'm not letting him fuck me!" cried Malcolm, almost screaming.
"PLEASE!!!" cried Reese.  And Reese WAS screaming.  "I gotta fuck you!  I
gotta know what that feels like, PLEASE!  I'll do ANYTHING!  You can fuck
me a hundred times!  I'll even suck your dick!"  And with that, he dropped
to his knees, grabbed his younger brother by the ass and smashed his face
into him as he slurped Malcolm's soft two-incher into his mouth.  OH FUCK!
I practically fainted, crashing down to my knees and grabbing the sink for
support.  "Get off me, you fag!" cried Malcolm, and shoved Reese so hard,
he fell completely backwards onto the floor.  But I noticed that Malcolm's
little cocklett was about half hard already.

"I'm not a fag!" said Reese, "Uncle Jay, am I a fag?"  "No," I said, barely
able to speak, "you're just a young boy with so many sex hormones going
through your body that you will try anything with anyone to make your body
feel good."  Oh fuck, I was still on my knees and gasping for air from what
I had just witnessed.  "See?" said Reese, "I'm not a fag – it's just my
sexy hormones."  Malcolm just rolled his eyes.

"Wait a minute," said Reese.  "How come Malcolm gets to fuck two people and
I only get to fuck once?"  Here we go – fucking sibling rivalry.
"Because Malcolm will last a lot longer than you so he can fuck one boy
half the time, then finish in the other boy.  Besides, you're way too big
for Dewey."  That seemed to satisfy him, and the fact that I complimented
his cock size helped.

I stood myself up and turned to Malcolm.  I could see the wheels turning
behind his blue eyes.  I think he was going to agree.  Remember, Malcolm is
not at all into puberty yet, so no "sexy hormones" raging through him.
Yet, the roleplay we did revealed he likes to be the alpha dog.  I think
the idea of him getting to fuck both his brothers, to make them both "his
bitch," especially the older, bigger, more muscular Reese, would appeal to
him.  I was right.

"Okay," he said.  "WHAT?!" said Reese, barely able to contain himself.
"Okay, you can fuck me.  And I get to fuck you and Dewey.  But don't cum in
my ass!  If you cum in my ass, I'm going to kill you!"  "Oh Malcolm, I
gotta cum in your ass.  I gotta!"  "Then the deal's OFF!" shouted Malcolm.
"Oh, Malcolm, PLEASE!" and he dropped to his knees again, but Malcolm
stepped back and covered his still half-hard dick with his hands.  "Reese!"
I shouted.  "If it gets things done, just pull out of Malcolm when you're
ready to cum and you can put it in me and cum in my ass."  "Really?!" asked
Reese, looking at me in disbelief as if I had just crowned him King of the
World.  "Oh, THANK YOU!" he cried, and slammed against me in an incredibly
tight embrace.  "Reese..." I said, "can't...breathe..."  "Oh, sorry," he
replied, and he let go.  "It's okay," I said, and I grabbed the box of
tissues and the tube of KY jelly and we walked out to the family room.

It was no surprise to anyone that Reese blurted out, "Can I go first,
PLEASEEEE?" as he looked at Malcolm.  Malcolm knew it was pointless to
argue.  "Let's get it over with," he said.  But there was a twinkle in his
eyes as well.  Malcolm was not totally adverse to trying new pleasurable
things in his sex region.  They both looked at me.  I had to pause a
moment.  I had been so busy talking and getting the boys to the point of
fucking each other, that I hadn't yet really thought about the gravity of
what was about to happen – the line we were all about to cross.  These
three hot brothers were about to fuck each other!!!  And I was about to
watch!!!

I took a deep breath, trying to steady myself, both mentally and
physically.  My aching cock was as hard as it had ever been.  "Okay," I
said, "Malcolm, like down on your back."  And he did.  Oh fuck!  It was
really going to happen!  His little cock was still plumped up, and I got
down on the mattress next to him and sucked him into my mouth.  It only
took about 10 seconds to get him fully hard and proud.  Hmmm.  "Okay,
Reese," I said, taking a deep breath.  "Let me lube you up."  We were all
dead quiet.  Things seemed to be moving in slow motion.  It was like we
were in some ritual – some ceremony as he slowly walked over to me and I
saw my hand slowly bringing the lube up to his 4-inch erection.  I squirted
a liberal amount on him, then spread it around – gently so as to not
arouse him and make him cum too soon.  He was breathing hard and had his
eyes closed.

"Listen, Reese," I said.  "Hmmm?" he said, as if some place far away.
"Reese, look at me!" I said, and he opened his eyes.  "You know, if you
hurt Malcolm, he will shove you off of him and that will be it.  You've got
to go slow," I said.  "You've got to push only when he says push and stop
when he says stop.  Do you understand?"  "Yes, I will," answered Reese.
"Promise?" said Malcolm.  "I promise," Reese replied.  Again, having to
take a deep breath as I thought about where this was going, I put one more
final, big glob of KY jelly right on the tip of his hard cock.  "Okay,
Malcolm," I said, "bring your knees up to your chest."  Oh fuck, did I
really just hear that come out of my mouth?  Saying that to an
11-year-old???  Malcolm did it.  I squeezed a big glob of the lube right
onto his tight hole.  Fuck oh fuck oh shit!

"Okay, Reese," I said, "now, get down on top of him and let his ankles rest
on your shoulders."  Oh man, seeing him get into that position – if that
wasn't the hottest thing ever, I don't know what was.  Another deep breath
now as the words slowly formed in my brain.  "Okay," I said, "now just
touch the tip of your cock to his hole and push against it but don't push
it in.  Wait for him to open up for you.  Now Malcolm, just push out like
you're trying to take a crap and that will open you up."  Malcolm made a
face and then they both let out a loud gasp – and I did too as I saw
Reese's cock go halfway in!!!  Oh fuck!  Never, I mean, never would I have
fantasized that I would actually see something like this in a billion,
trillion, zillion years.  I was almost crying again from the sheer
magnitude of it.  FUCK!

"Just... just... just let me get used to it a minute," Malcolm squeezed out
the words between his pants of lust.  He was still rock-hard.  "Okay,"
Reese somehow managed to say.  He too, was panting in lust, nearly lost in
this other-worldly sex scene.  I was sitting cross-legged like an Indian
now, my face less than 2 feet from Malcolm's ass.  Wanting a better view,
little Dewey came over and sat down in my lap, stimulating me even more.
Now, I had a bare little ass pressing against my hard cock and a naked
little boy-bod to rub and squeeze in my lust.

"Okay," grunted Malcolm, "push," And FUCK!  I watched Reese's cock go the
rest of the way into his younger brother until it totally disappeared,
Reese's bald crotch now obscenely pressed against little Malcolm's
hairless, pre-pubescent ass.  They both gasped.  Malcolm grabbed the sheet
with his fists.  Reese had a contorted expression of lust on his face that
was already dripping with sweat.  "Wow..." sighed Dewey.  My cock throbbed
against his little butt as I too, let out a lustful sigh.  I reached around
and started tickly Dewey's soft, tiny peepee.

"Oh man," said Malcolm, his head moving from side to side.  "How do you
feel, Malcolm?" I asked.  "Full!" he cried, but with a lustful, animal tone
to his voice.  "Can I move yet?" asked Reese, tense with horniness.
"Just... just give me another minute," answered Malcolm.  "Reese, you doing
okay?" I asked.  "Oh man!" he squeezed out between lustful gasps, "it feels
awesome!  Tight and warm!"  Oh fuck, I think just hearing that and watching
this scene, I had to be every bit as horny as young Reese with his cock
fully buried in his young brother's tight ass.  "Okay," grunted Malcolm.
"Okay, what?" said Reese urgently.  There was a pause from Malcolm and
then, "Fuck me."

OH SHIT!  I very nearly came all over Dewey's back when I heard those
words.  FUCK!  I couldn't stand it!  Somehow, remembering to be gentle,
Reese slowly pulled about halfway out, then slowly pushed back in all the
way.  "Uhhhh!" Malcolm sucked in his breath and his eyes got wide.  "You
okay?" said Reese as he stopped.  "Yeah," sighed Malcolm, "just keep going
– keep going just like that."  Reese didn't need to be told twice.  Out
he slowly pulled again, revealing two inches of his dime-thick cock.  Then
back in.  He kept that up over and over, groans, moans, and sighs from both
of them punctuating his thrusts.  Dewey and I moaned along with them, his
sweet little morsel totally hard now as I continued to play with it.

"Yeah!" cried Malcolm, "faster!"  OH FUCK!  And Reese sped up the tempo,
his mighty boy-ass muscles flexing with each thrust.  It was a magnificent
sight.  And as he sped up his powerful thrusts, the smacking sounds of
stomach hitting ass were added, as were the more intense groans and cries
of Reese and Malcolm.  Still, twirling my fingers over Dewey's sweet
center, I grabbed him around his naked chest with my other arm, pulling him
to me and leaning down to bite, lick and suck on his head and neck; but
never taking my eyes off of the fucking brothers.

"Yeah!" cried Malcolm again, "faster!  Let me have it!"  And that was the
invitation for Reese to fully unleash all his 12-year-old boy-horniness
into Malcolm's hot ass!  He now started pistoning full-speed into Malcolm's
horny hole, ass-slurping and butt-smacking sounds filling the room.
"AHH!!!" cried out Malcolm, as he banged his tight little fists onto the
mattress.  But he was making no move to push Reese away.  You could tell
from his face, he was lost in horny lust, eyes pressed shut, face twisted,
mouth agape in pants and cries.  Reese had the same look of contorted
ecstasy as he furiously pumped his fuck-stick in and out of his horny
brother.

"UH!  UH!  UH!" they were both grunting nearly in unison as their fucking
built up to a frenzied pitch.  "I'm close!" screamed Reese at full volume,
as if tried to be heard at a rock concert, "get ready Uncle Jay!"  Taking
my sucking mouth off of Dewey's ear, I quickly fell back, Dewey rolling off
me as I brought my knees up to my chest.  "AHHH!!!" I heard Reese scream,
then felt a sharp jolt in my ass as he rammed in his boy-rock in one hard
thrust while falling on top of me.  If I hadn't been so fucking horny, it
might have really hurt, but as my adrenaline was already pumping, the
sexiness of it masked the pain.  "AHHH!!!" he screamed again, pistoning
into me with the speed of a rabbit and the ferociousness of a tiger.

I spread my legs, causing him to fall down further on me so that now his
fast-moving stomach was rubbing against my about-to-blow, raging cock.
"I'm gonna cum, you faggot!" he screamed.  "Do you want it, you slut?"
"Yes!" I cried, "give me your cum you fuckin' little stud!"  "AHHHH!!!!!"
he cried, and then he stopped his relentless pumping as I felt his cock
throb against my hole.  And then, again, he did something that amazed me.
With his cock still throbbing and pumping in my ass in the throes of
orgasm, he fell down on top of me, pressing his lips to mine in a hard,
passionate kiss!  That was all I need to set me off and start blasting my
load out like a volcano.  "HHMMM!!!" I screamed against his mouth, as I
reached around and felt the tremendous muscles in his boy-ass as he slowed
down his mad thrusts into me.  "HHMMM!!!" I cried again, and over and over
as my cock, spent of all its cum, still throbbed and pulsed, the muscles
straining to shoot out a load that was already gone.  Finally we both
stopped our convulsions at about the same time, and Reese just fell onto
me, his head now on my chest and his cock falling out of my ass with a
slight "plop."

No one could say anything for a moment.  We just all laid there panting.
Finally, I slowly pushed Reese off of me and sat up, pulling him back to my
side, and reaching out and pulling little Dewey to my other side.  We all
looked at Malcolm who was lying there with his eyes still closed, his cock
still totally hard.  "Well?" I said.  A pause and then, "Huh?" asked
Malcolm, opening his eyes and turning his head to look at us.  "How was
it?" I asked, "was it how you thought it would be?"  "Oh, it was better!"
he replied, "and the itch," he paused to sort of move his butt around and
take stock of how it felt, "the itch is totally gone now, too!"  Success!

"Well I can't stand this itching anymore," said little brother Dewey, "I
need to get fucked RIGHT NOW!"  He said it with such vigor, and it sounded
so funny – such an outrageous sentence to hear coming out of a
6-year-old mouth.  The rest of us burst out into laughter, then Dewey
laughed as well.

"Just let me go clean this stuff off my butt," said Malcolm as he got up,
"and then I'll be right back."  "Okay, Dewey," I said, taking a deep
breath, lie down on your back.  I felt my cock twitch when he did, even
though it was totally spent from orgasming three times already.  Reese had
a look of evil lust in his eyes and it looked like his cock was already
starting to grow.  Dewey, without being told, put his knees up to his chest
and looked up at me expectantly.  I sucked in my breath as I pulled Reese's
naked body tightly to mine.  "Hurry up, Malcolm!" I called.

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Coming in Chapter 17 – More "Scratching"

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