Date: Thu, 5 Sep 2013 15:14:32 -0700 (PDT)
From: DJ <dough304@yahoo.com>
Subject: Malcolm and My Neighbors Chapter 24

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 23
A Night with Dewy, Part 1 – Buttasm for Dewey

Dewey's turn!  Yup!  Dewey would be over in less than an hour to spend the
night.  Just him and me.  For the first time.  I was so fucking excited!  I
had had a good bit of time alone with both Reese and Malcolm, but never
with Dewey.  In fact, Dewey didn't even get initiated into things until
three days ago.  You remember how that went: The little bugger blackmailed
me – said that if I didn't make him feel good like I did Reese and
Malcolm that he would tell.  So...I rimmed him, sucked him, and drank his
pee (that wasn't planned but I decided I liked it).  Then later it turned
out that when he said I was to make him "feel good" he didn't know what
that was going to be.  Oh well.  Now he did!  And yes, I was so fucking
excited!

As I have said, my favorite of the three boys is the one I'm with at the
time.  It's true, it really is.  But I was extra excited at Dewey's visit
as again, I just hadn't had that much time with him.  And he was so
INCREDIBLY cute!  I mean, there should be a law against anyone being as
cute as he is.

I checked the cupboards and fridge to make sure I had lots of little boy
food.  Went downstairs and looked over the toys.  I was actually feeling a
little nervous even.  But the thought of him was making my dick chub up.
Hmmmmm... little Dewey!

I went back upstairs to wait.  It was almost 6:00 p.m.  I couldn't even
sit, I had to get up and walk around.  I heard a rapping at my back bedroom
door.  Oh MAN!  There, through the windows of the French doors stood little
Dewey.  TOTALLY NAKED!  I felt, and almost heard my cock shoot up!  I mean,
naked!  No shoes, no nothing.  All he had with him was the dirtiest, most
threadbare stuffed animal I had ever seen.  It was a rabbit – I think.
I slid open the door and swooped him up into my arms.  He had a huge smile.
"Why didn't you just come in, Cowboy?" I asked.  "The door was too heavy
for me," he said in that amazingly cute little 6-year-old voice of his.  Oh
Dewey!  Sweet little blond, little tan, little precious, little 35 pound 3
foot something tall Dewey!  I pulled him tightly to me in a big hug.  He
wrapped his little free arm around me and pulled tightly as well.  So
sweet.

"Who's this?" I asked, looking at the well-used rabbit.  "That's
Mr. Biggles," he said.  "Oh," I answered, "well you and Mr. Biggles are
going to have a WHOLE lot of fun tonight and tomorrow.  But I bet you are
going to have a LOT more fun than he will, because YOU have a peepee and he
doesn't!"  This sent little Dewey into a fit of giggles, but then he said,
"Shhh, he doesn't know he doesn't have a peepee."  Then more giggles.

Then: "I want to go swimming!" he said.  "Well, you can't take
Mr. Biggles," I said.  Reaching back his arm, he heaved poor Mr. Biggles
across the room who then slammed into the wall and then unceremoniously
dropped to the floor.  "Let's go!" said Dewey.  Um...okay...

We played around in the pool for the next 2 hours or so.  There was lots of
wresting, me throwing him over and over and over.  Of course.  I was about
one quarter hard all the time (and like Dewey, I was naked).  I guess the
cold water and the constant change of action kept me somewhat soft.  But
feeling Dewey's slippery, wet body rubbing against mine all the time...  Oh
man!  And his ass!  I couldn't keep my hands off his ass!  So tiny yet so
pert.  So boyish yet so firm!  All smooth and wet!  As I would pick him up
to throw him, I would grab a cheek, always trying to get my finger to touch
his little hole.  And if I were carrying him around, I would basically hold
him to me with an arm around his waist, leaving my other hand free to roam
all over his slippery ass, and again, go hunting for his hidden winker!  He
never commented on all of my touching on his butthole.  Either he didn't
think anything about it, or he was too caught up in the play to notice.
Somehow his innocence about it made it seem all the more filthy to my
horny, perverted brain!  Man!

It was not a really hot day for summer, so about the time the sun just
started going down it was starting to get chilly.  "Time to go in, Cowboy,"
I said.  `Nooooo..." he whined (big surprise).  "Yes, Dewey," I said, just
carrying him up the pool steps without giving him a choice.  "Anyway," I
reminded him, "you've got lots of toys to play with inside."  "What
toooys," he said, pouting.  He knew.  "How about a toy paddle to spank you
if you don't stop being silly?" I asked, giving him a few whacks on his
bare butt (which, by the way, was enough to make my cock start to go up).
Dewey leaned back and looked at me with a half grin and a twinkle in his
eye.  All the boys had been given spankings a couple days ago but in ways
that stimulated them and resulted in crazy orgasms.  "I don't want a
spanking," he said playfully, "right now," he added.  Oh Dewey!  Well, I
had his mind off the pool...

So now, we had arrived at the play area in the basement.  "Legos!" he cried
and wiggled to get down.  He carried the big box to the soft rug in front
of the TV, dumped them out and started building.  "Come and play with me,"
he said.  We had played about 15 minutes when he announced, "I'm hungry."
"Popcorn?" I asked.  "Yeah!" he cried.  "C'mon," I said getting up.  "The
popcorn maker is upstairs."

I think he was about to get up, but then he got this wicked little grin on
his face.  Then his look went serious and he started moving his upper body
around and grunting.  Then he looked up and me and whined, "My legs won't
work."  "They won't?" I asked, in mock surprise.  "Nooo," he whined, and
looked at me with a little gleam in his eye.  I was going to pick him up,
but then I saw the toy phone on the table.  I decided to really get into
this game.  I pretended to dial as I had the orange hollow plastic receiver
up to my ear.  "Hello, Doctor?" I said (I heard Dewey giggle).  "Dewey's
legs won't work...  Really?...  I see...  Okay, Doc.  That's what we'll do
then."  And I hung up the phone.

"Well Dewey, he said it's something going around and it's not too serious
as long as you have someone to give you the cure."  "What's the cure?" he
asked, playing along.  "The cure," I said, "is lots of stimulation right at
the top of your legs.  So to save you, I have to spend the entire night
rubbing and licking and sucking you, all over your peepee and butt!"  His
eyes got huge!  "When can we start?" he asked.  "Right now, Cowboy!" I
cried, and I practically fell to the floor and dove on him, taking in his
little cocklett and miniscule balls together in one, dirty sounding
"slurp."

"Ah!" he let out a little gasp as he sucked in his breath.  I made my mouth
water and got his little package soaked.  His balls were marble-sized and
his beautiful, amazing little pecker was about one inch of cock with
another half inch of foreskin.  Hmmmm.

"Hmmm," sighed young Dewey, almost as if reading my mind.  I pulled off of
his balls and just gently slurped on his teeny boystick, trying to suck
some blood into the little tool and get it angry.  It happened almost
immediately.  Oh, it made me so hot!  Feeling it grow in my mouth like that
- knowing that I was the one making it grow!  "Hmmmm!" cried out little
Dewey again.  He was at his full hard, angry 2 inches now.  I pulled off to
feast on the sight.  There it was – glistening with my spit, sticking
straight up, the foreskin obscenely stretched over the head, his "real"
head turned to the side, eyes closed in ecstasy, and then, raising his
head: "Why'd you stop, Uncle Jay?" he said breathlessly.  "C'mon, suck my
peepee; suck my peepee, pppllleeeeaaasseee!"  OH FUCK!  Hearing that come
out of his tiny mouth??!!!  I nearly dissolved into a puddle on the floor!
FUCK!!

I practically smashed my head onto his bald little crotch, sucking on that
little piece of asparagus, and now going up and down as well and slobbering
all over it in the process.  "Ooohhh!" he squealed.  Oh man!  Hearing a
little boy ooh and ah in ecstasy and again knowing it was me – my mouth
making him do it!  I felt like I was seconds away from spontaneously
shooting my own load.

I felt movement under me and out of the corner of my eye, I saw his legs go
up.  I pulled off of him.  OH SHIT!  He had brought his knees up to his
chest, exposing his tiny precious hole.  Fuck!  The little bugger was
asking me to rim him!  One thing about 6-year-olds is they are pretty good
at making their needs known.  "Remember, push out and open it for me," I
said, already barely able to speak as I stared at his pink-white tiny
pucker.  He did.  "Oh Dewey, oh fuck, oh Dewey!" I cried out loud as I
dived on him

"WWWHHHHAAAAAHHHH!!!" he screamed bloody murder as if he were being torn
apart when he felt the tip of my tongue work its way up a quarter inch into
his whole.  "HMMM!" my scream into his ass must have echoed up his little
orifice as I was already becoming overcome with horniness and emotion.
"HMMM!" I screamed again, lewdly jabbing my tongue up his shoot whenever he
gave me entrance.  Oh fuck!

I had to pull off – I had to take a break before I lost my mind.  And I
didn't want to cum yet either.  But I found, the idea of just looking at
his butt was still virtually enough to make me cum.  Oh fuck!  There it was
– a tremendous "off"-white compared to his tan skin, yet still somewhat
tan because of his never-care attitude about naked outdoor play.  I grabbed
him underneath and lifted up on his little boy behind, raising it high in
the air, his tiny cheeks madly spread, his tiny hole still winking at me as
his entire loins continued to throb in lust.  He laid there panting,
watching me, then, "C'mon, Uncle Jay, more!"  Who could resist?

Like an animal, now, I attacked, growling, spitting, slurping, snarling,
sounding like a lion.  He giggled and squealed in delight, both at my
noises and at the tremendous feelings I was giving his little hole.  I went
into dog mode, making little "arfs" and panting noises as I began to just
lap at him – over and over, getting him soaked with my slimy spit, my
tongue scraping and rubbing, stimulating him to new levels.  "Ah!  Ah!
Ah!" he was half panting, half grunting now, no longer able to giggle at
what I was doing to him.

He unbent his little legs and started trying to move his little ass down
(it was still high up in the air).  Maybe the rimming was getting to be too
much for him.  Maybe he just wanted sucked.  I didn't care.  I backed off
and let him fall down then, still in animal mode, dove wildly down onto
that delicious peepee.  "AARRRHHHAAAA!!!" he screamed, almost as if crying
out in pain.  His sounds were almost frightening yet he made no attempt to
get away, so I kept at it.  I guess that is the result when you have a
little boy just beginning to experience things, not to mention millions of
sex nerves concentrated into such a small spot.  So I sucked.

I sucked with as much force as I dared.  I went up and down some, but with
his writhing around now, it was hard to keep my mouth on his little stick.
I decided I would go back to rimming.  There's just something about a boy
ass.  And something about making him cum from his asshole.  It just
absolutely freaks me out.

Quickly pulling off of him, I grabbed him under the knees and shoved him up
and over into rim position again, his ass again high in the air.
"N... n... nooo," he finally said, "my pee... pee... pee... peepee!" he was
gasping so hard for breath he could hardly talk.  "This will be better,
Cowboy!" I shouted as I dove back in, lapping madly causing wild screams to
emit from his 6-year-old throat.  "Remember," I shouted, "I have to
stimulate you everywhere to cure your legs – Doctor's orders!"  "Okay!"
he screamed out in lust, and then let out another scary shriek of lustful
ecstasy.

Stimulate him everywhere... oh yeah... why rush?  Holding him tightly by
the sides of his precious, soft hineycheeks, I branched out, rubbing my
face in his crack, all over his sweet mounds of buttflesh.  I sniffed, I
blew, I licked, I bit, I sucked.  I took huge globs of buttcheek in my
mouth and licked, hummed, and sucked on it, almost giving him a hicky.  He
was writhing in pleasure and calming down some – but still loving it!
So was I!

"You know what I going to do, Dewey?" I asked, still panting.
"Wh... what?" he cried out in lustful gasps.  "I'm going to give you an
orgasm in your butt," I said, between my slobbering, licking and sucking.
"It's called a buttasm – that's what the doctor said I had to do."
"O... okay!" he cried as I went back to his center and started to just suck
on his little hole.

O gosh.  I couldn't make it last any longer.  I was too gone in lust now.
I was going in for the kill.  "Open it for me!" I cried, and then I started
jabbing my tongue madly, waiting for that quarter of an inch opening when I
could actually get the tip of my tongue into him.  At times he was able to
keep it open like that for several seconds, allowing me to wriggle it
around and even fuck it in and out a bit. Oh shit!  Fireworks were
exploding in my brain!

And little Dewey was exploding too.  I had to hold him tighter as he
started to shake and writhe and buck around more.  And his screams – his
impossibly high screams.  On the one hand, my eardrums were being
practically shattered but on the other, my lust was driven by his screaming
reactions to my horny tongue.

Once again, I found myself screaming into his little-boy upturned white ass
as I tried to do everything conceivable to it all at once.  We both
screamed – him emitting bloodcurdling shrieks into the air while I cried
and screamed into his open ass, all the while licking, lapping, slurping,
sucking, stabbing, slobbering, even humming into it with my screams.

He was pounding his little fists on the rug now: "Blam, blam, blam, blam,
blam!" almost in a rhythm; which told me he was getting close.  Somehow
amid my over-the-top passion, I realized that I had never seen one of the
boys cum when I made them cum.  No, I had always kept my face pressed to
whatever part of their crotch I was sucking.  Either that, or I had
exploded back away from them, lost in my own convulsions.  So as I
continued my no-holds-barred assault on his ass and listened to both our
screams, I decided that this time I was going to watch – to visually
enjoy the fruits of my labors.

"AAAHHH!!!" he was screaming as if being eaten alive.  And my cock was
throbbing as if it would explode and kill me in the process.  "HHMMMM!!!" I
screamed up inside of him as my tongue continued to mercilessly fuck his
now open asshole.  "AAAAHHHHH!!!" he wailed again, with impossible volume
and unimaginable shrillness.  Oh Dewey!  You're driving me crazy!  I gotta
get you off, man!

Moving my cheeks and tongue all around to make my mouth water, I virtually
hocked a gob of clear spit onto his boy butt and then went at him with my
tongue like a jackhammer, literally digging into his wet hole with my
slippery tongue as fast as it would possibly move.  In and out in and out
like a piston in a V8 hemi engine.  "GGRRYYYKK!  GRRRRMMMPHHH!
FFFYYYKKKCC!" his screams unintelligible now, my fingers digging into the
sides of his buttcheeks to hold him still and force the sexy contact with
my tongue.

"AAAHHHH!!!  AAAHHHH!!!  AAAHHHH!!!" his frightening screams were coming in
time with his fist pounding now, his ass shoving itself up into my face
with each scream.  And then... and then I felt it – that powerful
rhythmic thrust of his ass muscles around my stabbing tongue.  This was it!
HE WAS CUMMING!!!

Letting him fly, I jumped up to a standing position, grabbed my cock and
started jacking as I looked down to see him exploding on the floor.  With
each wave of his powerful orgasm, his middle heaved itself up off the
floor, then slammed back down with a thud causing his legs to flop up,
making him look like some kind of crazy, mutant inchworm.  His eyes were
wide open in shock, his head also being jerked up, then banging back to the
floor with each convulsion of his middle.  His screams were lower, more
like loud lustful grunts, again, coming in rhythm with each of his upward
thrusts.

When I saw his cock pulsing all by itself as he thrust his middle up into
the air, that was enough to send me over.  Joining him in screams, I
started spewing out a load like I was trying to shoot down the enemy.  The
first spurt shot all the way across Dewey and landed on the sofa.  In my
wild jacking and cumming, the others went all over, on the rug, the Legos –
onto Dewey.  But using every brain cell in my head, I willed myself to keep
my eyes on Dewey and stay upright, reveling in looking down on his jerking,
convulsions and spasms.

It was amazing.  I watched as a little boy went crazy.  And I had done it.
I had brought him to this point of sheer ecstasy.  I had given him this
buttasm.

All too soon but almost together, our respective dick throbbing and body
jerking slowed down.  I still stood mesmerized by the continued yet milder
jerks and pumps that his spermless dick and body were making, accompanied
by his gasping for air and the heaving of his chest for oxygen.  Oh fuck!
What a scene!!!  Oh Dewey!!!

My own panting slowed down along with his until it was almost quiet.  He
had his eyes closed, but then he opened them, looked at me and smiled.  "So
how was that, Cowboy?" I asked.  "Did that cure you?  Can you move those
legs now?"  "Uh-huh," he said with a grin, and showed me by lifting them up
and down, a big smile on his face.  "And did you like your `buttasm?'" I
asked.  "OH YES!" he cried, looking at me with sheer happiness.  "Well,
that's what the doctor told me on the phone to give you," I said as I
flopped down beside him.  "He's a good doctor!" piped little Dewey.  Then
he picked up some Legos, and started building a building on top of my
chest.


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Coming in Chapter 25 – A Night with Dewy Part 2 – Naughty Peeboy

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