Date: Thu, 13 Dec 2012 06:35:02 -0800 (PST) From: DJ <dough304@yahoo.com> Subject: Malcolm and My Neighbors Chapter 17 DISCLAIMER: This story is fictional. No real boys have been harmed in the writing. Certain characters have been inspired by ones created by Linwood Boomer and copyrighted by Regency Entertainment. The main characters also contain traits of people I really knew. The television show "Malcolm in the Middle" is copyright 2000 by Twentieth Century Fox Television, Regency Entertainment, and Monarchy Enterprises. This story in no way implies the true sexual orientation of the actors or characters they portray. It is pure fantasy. * * * * * * * * * * Malcolm and My Neighbors Chapter 17 More "Scratching" Reese had just finished fucking the hell out of Malcolm, the first for both of them the first time for me to witness such an event. It all came about because our buttholes were itching madly due to me dumping way to much pepper into the chili we ate last night. So I had a wicked idea and said the best way to get rid of the itch was to scratch it with a dick! Oh fuck, it was so hot! Reese, of course, had a 4th-of-July-worthy orgasm and Malcolm, still hard, had just gone to the bathroom to wash the KY jelly off his little white ass. Meanwhile, 6-year-old Dewey was going nuts from the agonizing itching in his little hole, and put himself in position, on his back, knees to chest, demanding to be fucked! I was sitting on the big mattress on the basement floor with my arm around hunky Reese. Even though we had both just cum, we were starting to chub up again just from watching young Dewey get into the fuck position. I couldn't wait. "C'mon, Malcolm! Hurry up! Dewey's ass is killing him!" "Yeah, c'mon," said Dewey, "get out here and fuck me!" OH SHITTT!!! That comment sent my dick all the way up to full length in seconds! FUCK! "I'm com" Malcolm started to say and then was stopped cold when he came around the corner and saw his 30-some pound brother lying there in fuck position. His eyes half-closed as he leered at the tiny tan-white spread ass. He couldn't help but reach down and rub his hard 3-inch erection. "C'mon, Malcolm!" said Dewey. I felt my body shudder in abject lust. Just like a few minutes ago when Reese was about to top Malcolm, time seemed to slow down. As my mind was overwhelmed with what was going to happen, it felt like I was watching things in slow motion. I clung to my senses as Malcolm slowly walked the few feet across the room to where we were. I saw my hand going to his little pricklett, lube in hand. I made sure to put a liberal amount on him and an extra glob on the tip, the same as with Reese. I brought it down to Dewey's cute, tiny, white hole and squirted out another big glob. Then I sat back. "Malcolm, remember" "I know," he interrupted me not rudely but like a boy with a purpose. He had one thing on his mind getting his 11-year-old dick into Dewey's 6-year-old hole. And he didn't need any instructions to slow it down. Again, seemingly in slow motion, he covered Dewey's tiny body with his own and gently grabbed young Dewey's ankles and put them on his pre-teen shoulders. He paused for a second, then quickly leaned in and gave Dewey a sweet, 5-second kiss on the mouth. When he pulled off, little Dewey was looking up at Malcolm with his eyes aglow. He was ready to be fucked. Ready to be fucked by his big brother. Malcolm put the head of his hot boy-rod at Dewey's entrance. Reese and I were barely breathing. "Okay, Dewey," I said, almost in a whisper, "just relax and push out like you're trying to poop just like with the enema tube." "Okay," he grunted and then his face got more and more contorted as he started to push harder and harder. He was gritting his teeth and clutching the sheets in his strong little fists. Meanwhile, young Malcolm's face was also becoming more and more contorted as he started pushing more, trying to gain entrance to his little brother's virgin ass. "Uhhh," he was grunting now too, and his face was sweaty with concentration. And then finally from Malcolm an "AH!" and we saw his body jerk; but simultaneously from little Dewey came an, "OWW!!! Take it out! Take it out!!!" And little Dewey's hard rock went suddenly limp. So Malcolm pulled out. Sigh. He and Dewey were both panting and Reese and I let out a big breath and were panting as well. I think we had been holding our breath the whole time. Anyway, all was not lost. Dewey wasn't crying and he wasn't yelling any more. And I wasn't too concerned about the yelling he did. I've been around tons of kids of all ages and you have to realize that the younger they are, the less levels of expression they have. So the slightest, tiniest booboo can be cause for blood-curdling screams. But one split second of attention and all is forgotten. So based on Dewey's reaction, I was pretty confident that it didn't hurt that much that we could talk him through it. "Dewey, it's okay," I said, "just let me get a little more lube on you and it will be okay." "Nnnoooo!" he whined but not in pain. And he still had his knees on his chest. Fuck so hot! "Dewey," I continued, trying to be persuasive, yet gentle in my tone, "in life, you have to learn to take the bad with the good. Now you saw how much Malcolm enjoyed getting fucked," (Man, did I really just say that? To a six year old?!) "and once you get Malcolm's cock all the way in and let it sit there it will start to feel really good. And besides, it's the only way I know to get rid of the terrible, horrible itching you have. Just a minute ago, you were begging to be fucked, remember?" He didn't say anything. The wheels were turning. And then I had a brainstorm. "Listen, Dewey," I said. I have an idea of how I can get you more slippery inside, then Malcolm can get in you easier. Can we try it?" "Well..." he said. "Look," I said, "if we try it and it still hurts just as bad, then we quit for good, I promise." He was thinking. "Dewey, have I ever lied to you?" I asked. "Ohhh, oookay," he sighed. YES! My idea was to take the bulbous plastic end off the tube of the enema bag, put that up Dewey's ass, then put the tube of KY jelly in the end of it and squirt the lube through. I came out of the bathroom with it, already lubing it up. It was a little bigger than the enema tube, but not as wide as Malcolm's cock. So it would be a good bridge to get him ready for his first cornholing. Ahhh... "Okay, Dewey, let's try this now," I said. I had slathered KY jelly onto the tube until it was falling back off and I put yet another huge glob of it on Dewey's tight, still exposed little pucker. "Okay, Cowboy," I coaxed, "just relax and push out and this will go right in and get you all fixed up." Okay, it didn't go "right" in. But to his credit, my little Cowboy grunted and pushed and grabbed the sheets and scrunched up his cute little face again, and then finally, it popped in! Victory! Little Dewey's eyes bugged out and it looked like he was trying to speak but couldn't. "Eeeehhh," he was sucking in his breath, "eeeehhh, eeeehhh." "Dewey, are you alright?" said Malcolm, "Dewey, say something!" "I...I...I'm okay..." Dewey said finally, his little chest heaving. "Way to go, Dewey," encouraged Reese. Man, it was a horny scene, young Dewey trying so hard to get ready to get it up the ass! I just stayed still until he calmed down and was breathing normally. I checked on the brothers and they were both still rock-hard. Everyone was now looking at me to see what I would do next. I had to sort of give myself a mental slap to get myself going again. This whole scene this whole morning was so unlike anything I had remotely experienced or thought would ever happen in my life. It was other-worldly. Here I was with my hand on a plastic tube up a 6-year-old's butt so I could prepare him to get fucked by his brother! But, I had a job to do. So I took a deep breath and pressed on. I put the end of the KY tube into the end of the enema tube. It just fit. Then I started squeezing about half a tube up into Dewey's orifice. Before I was done, I pulled it partly out so that a bunch of the sex lube would come out of the holes right as it was actually in his crimper. If lube is what it was going to take, then little Dewey was at the moment the most lubed up person on earth. I scooted myself out of the way to make room for Malcolm to get back into position. He gave me a questioning look and I nodded in the affirmative. As Malcolm moved into position, Reese said, "Are you ready to try it again, Dewey?" "Yes," said Dewey, "I want all this itching to stop!" "Good man," replied Reese, as he patted him on the shoulder. Malcolm turned to point his cock to me and I applied yet more lube. Then it was back on top of Dewey, ankles on shoulders and tiny cock pressed against miniscule hole. No kiss this time. Malcolm was a man on a mission. We all sucked in our breath and waited. Once again, they both scrunched up their sweet boy faces as 6-year-old Dewey pushed out with his little ass while Malcolm applied pressure from the other direction. We knew it would go in that was no question. The question was, would it go in all the way? And would Dewey keep it in? "Uhhh," Dewey squeezed out a grunt as he bore down. Both he and Malcolm were breathing hard. "Give him a kiss," I whispered to Reese. "Who?" asked Reese. "Dewey!" I answered in a loud whisper. Reese immediately leaned over and pressed his lips down hard on his youngest brother. "Hmmmm!" Dewey cried, and started thrashing around. And I watched with my heart in my throat as Malcolm's preteen cock started to go in! Oh fuck, what a sight! It kept going and going, slowly, but non-stop. And then, there it was! All the way in! Malcolm's hairless stomach was now pressed totally and tightly to Dewey's bald little ass! FUCK!!! "HHHHMMMMMMM!!!" screamed Dewey against Reese's mouth as his eyes bugged out, and he started beating Reese on the back with his fists. "What?!" yelled Reese pulling off. "AAAHHHHH!!!" yelled Dewey, his mouth finally free, but he wasn't crying. "AAAHHHHH!!!" he yelled again, and then again. But it was less an outburst of pain and more of a cry of "What the fuck?!!!" He was beating his fists on the mattress and his head was thrashing back and forth, each side of his face in turn slamming into the mattress. "AAAHHHHH!!!" he cried again, and then finally stopped to take a deep breath, his chest heaving. "UH! UH! UH!" he was spitting out loud outbursts of animal grunts. "Can you handle it Dewey?" I cried. "What's the worst bad word?" he yelled. "Fuck" I yelled back. "FUCK! FUCK! FUCK! FUCK! FUCK! FUCK! FUCK! FUCK!" he screamed, the bizarre, high-pitched expletive coming out of his 6-year-old mouth. "Ooooo," he was moaning now but his thrashing was starting to subside somewhat. Finally, he started to wind down, like an old record player that had been unplugged. He laid there quietly, his little chest still heaving in strong breaths. "Okay, Dewey?" Reese asked. "I'll live," Dewey said weakly, but he made no verbal or physical attempt to dislodge his obscenely entwined brother. "Malcolm, you okay?" I said. "Ohhhh," shuddered Malcolm, his eyes tightly closed, and then he just nodded "yes" vigorously. Sweat was dripping down off of Malcolm onto young Dewey's stomach. "Let me get him hard," I said and Malcolm lifted up some so I could get my head in and my mouth onto Dewey's tiny peepee. I lewdly slurped it in and gently sucked. Meanwhile, I rubbed his stomach and chest with my hand. I heard smooching noises and turned my head and looked over out of the corner of my eye. Reese was kissing him again. Fuck, this was so hot all three of us pressed against the altar of Dewey, working at him from the butt, the cock, and the mouth. Man, my dick was hurting already! All the attention, plus the fact that Malcolm hadn't moved for 2 minutes was starting to have its effect, and Dewey's little member slowly inflated to its full, hard 2 inches. "Is it okay for Malcolm to start moving now?" I pulled off his little cocklett just long enough to ask. Reese, in turn, pulled his mouth off of his brother so Dewey could answer. "Uh-huh," was all he said. Reese sat up and moved closer to watch but I put my mouth back on Dewey's hot little nail. I wanted to bring him off soon so that Malcolm would have some erection left to fuck Reese's itching ass. I watched in horny glee as young Malcolm's stomach started to slowly move away from the spread ass of his young sibling, then slowly back in to smash against it. "Hmmmm," Dewey let out a long moan. "Wow," said Reese with a horny sigh. Malcolm kept a slow but steady pace, pulling his 3 inch asparagus out about halfway then back in until he gently came up against sweet Dewey's little behind. It made a little squishy sound each time, due to all the lube I had poured into Dewey. Still sucking his hot little rod, I turned my head to try to see Dewey's face. His eyes were closed and his mouth half open in a dazed smile. "I think you can speed it up, Malcolm," I said, pulling off just to say that, then back down onto Dewey's throbbing peepee. I started to apply my sucking pressure in rhythm to his throbs and felt his throbs speed up and get stronger because of it. Meanwhile, young Malcolm sped up his boythrusts, going at about one each second and hitting Dewey harder with his lustful preteen smacks of stomach to ass. The smacking sound coupled with the now louder and obscene squishing sound had me furiously horny. I added to the sounds, humming on Dewey's sweet member, both to stimulate him and because I was so horny I had to let it out with some noise. I could hear Reese breathing hard behind me, his face no more than a foot from the entwined butt and cock of his younger brothers. "Ahhhh," it was the sound of little Dewey sighing, and then, "faster," he said with another lustful sigh. Malcolm wasted no time and started plowing his little brother's little butt in earnest. It's hard to describe the sound. It was kind of like when you open the lid on a washing machine that's agitating really fast a sort of loud, quick, rhythmic sloshing sound. Dewey started humming and then his humming would break in rhythm every time Malcolm slammed into him. And then that would make him laugh. "Dewey, don't make me laugh," said Malcolm, "I gotta concentrate on fucking you." (Fuck, did I really just hear that??) Anyway, by this point Dewey was getting too horny to hum and laugh. He was already at the moaning level now as I felt his cock start to really throb in my sucking 22-year-old mouth. Trying not to suck too hard and hurt his little peepee, I sped up my sucking rhythm and sucked a little harder, meanwhile amping up my humming and tongue action, licking all over his hot mini-fuck tool. I also started rubbing my hand all over his nipples, until I had them good and hard. This elicited a special "Oooh" from him. I pinched them ever so gently as I made my mouth water, slobbering all over his mad-hard pricklett. I brought my hand up to his face, rubbing it as well and he took my fingers in his mouth and bit and sucked on them in between his mounting outbursts of hums, grunts and groans. Fuck, it was so hot I wanted to jack-off so bad! He started to writhe around, beating his head on the pillow from side to side again, and smacking his hands on the mattress. His legs were wiggling on Malcolm's fucking shoulders as well. "Go, Dewey!" cried Reese. I had almost forgotten about Reese. I looked over and saw him jacking himself out of the corner of my eye. I reached out and pulled his hand off his 4-inch boner. I wanted to make sure he didn't cum before Malcolm got to ram his fuck-tool up Reese's sexy 12-year-old ass. "AAHHGGG!" Dewey started to cry. He was about to blast! "AAHHGGG!" he cried again, and then again. "Faster, Malcolm!" shouted Reese. Malcolm started bucking at breakneck speed and yelling himself in horniness. "AAAAHHHH!!!" he cried. The throbs of Dewey's hard little boy pecker were getting faster and stronger on my lusty tongue. I was mad-horny now and started to really suck him, going into my frenzied grunts and groans as I had before: "MRRGGHH! FRMMMPP! GHHRRRYYYKK!" I screamed against his bald little boy crotch. Dewey was thrashing around even more, his legs beating a broken rhythm on to Malcolm's shoulders. My hair was wet with sweat, a mixture of my own and Malcolm's. "AAAHHHH!!" cried Malcolm repeatedly as he was now furiously pounding his young brother's ass. "UH! UH! UH!" Dewey groaned and grunted with each thrust, his little cocklett seeming to grow to twice its size with each powerful throb of his impending explosion. And then it hit: "EEEEEE!" screamed Dewey in that impossibly high, ear-splitting squeal the kind that can only come from a tiny body with tiny vocal cords. "EEEEEEE! EEEEEEEE!! EEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!!" he wailed, his face red and his eyes scrunched closed in his little boy orgasm. I felt the familiar rhythmic pulsing of his pricklett on my tongue that just about sent me over the edge as well. But I couldn't cum yet I needed to wait until we were all done. "Get ready, Reese!" I virtually screamed in lust as I pulled off Dewey's pulsing boy boner. Dewey continued to scream and convulse in his mighty orgasm as Malcolm pulled out to wait for Reese, an almost scarily crazed look on his sweat-soaked, red, 11-year-old face. Dewey was banging his head onto the mattress and his chest was heaving in pants as he gasped for air amidst his continued loud screams and moans. Meanwhile, Reese paused a moment with a confused look to process what I said; and then, in one split-second movement he threw himself backwards onto his back, knees on his chest, butthole obscenely exposed for all to see. I drooled at the sight along with the background of Dewey's continued fist-pounding and yells. Fuck! Could this get any hotter? "FUCK ME, MALCOLM!!" screamed Reese. Oh YES! It COULD get hotter! * * * * * * * Coming in Chapter 18 Scratching Reese's Itch Hey Guys, some of you that I used to hear from all the time I haven't heard from in a while. 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