Date: Fri, 28 Sep 2012 18:08:47 -0700 (PDT)
From: DJ <dough304@yahoo.com>
Subject: Malcolm and My Neighbors Chapter 4
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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INTRODUCTION TO THE SERIES-PLEASE READ
While these stories are inspired by the TV show "Malcolm in the Middle" and
reference elements from them, in no way do you have to be familiar with the
show to enjoy the stories. As the narrator, I describe everyone fully,
just as if it were really happening to me for the first time. So it's just
like reading a totally made-up story from the Adult/Youth section (my
favorite section). Of course, you can always do a web search of the show
and find some pictures -- there are even shirtless pictures out there of
the actors from the show. And there are videos as well. As of this
writing, I have about 20 chapters planned in my head. They will get more
sexual and wilder as things progress. Each story is self-contained and
also has a cum scene. So you can just read one chapter at a time and come
back to other chapters whenever. The first few chapters are just me
cumming but later...well, I don't want to give too much away. I try to
make my stories real-to set things up as if what ends up happening could
have truly happened. So to get into it, you need to read the whole story
and see how things end up happening. If you do, the story will have more
"impact" on you at the end-if you know what I mean. Thanks for reading,
and let me know if you like it.
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Malcolm and My Neighbors
Chapter 4
Reese Finds Out
While 12-year-old Reese was in the bathroom, naked and peeing, I was still
coming down from my "sex high." I'm pretty sure he was totally unaware of
this, but I got so horny sucking the pretend "snakebites" he had drawn on
his butt that I actually came in my shorts without ever touching my cock.
Now it was quiet in there and I wondered what he was doing...
"What's THIS?!" I heard him exclaim from the bathroom.
I wondered what he was talking about. "Oh shit!" I thought, my stomach
coming up into my throat and back down--"THE PORN MAGAZINE!"
Because my cable and internet wouldn't be hooked up for a few days, I had
bought a gay porn magazine to jack off to that night. I had totally
forgotten about it! It was just solo pictures--no sex scenes, but still...
"Is this supposed to be a muscle magazine?" Reese asked as he came out of
the bathroom flipping pages. I had moved to the end of the bed and was
sitting there. He came to sit next to me. I started to reach for the
magazine: "Reese, I--" but he pulled away from me and got up to keep me
from getting it.
"Wait a minute," he said, "this guy's got a boner!" He turned some more
pages... "And so does this one!" He had a dumb look on his face. Okay,
so maybe this kid wasn't the sharpest tool in the shed. "Man, you're
a...you're a HOMO!" he cried. (Finally you get it, little dude.)
I waited for screaming, puking, him flying from the house...but he just
stood there in all his glorious nakedness, with an incredulous, slightly
dumb look on his face. How was I ever going to get out of this one?
"Reese, first of all I'm bi...bi-sexual. I like both men and women. And
you know, I never pushed myself on you. You're the one who was running
around outside stark naked and with a boner. You're the one who got naked
on my bed--who told me to pull down your pants." He just stood there.
What was he thinking? "I was hoping we could be friends," I continued.
"And if you told anyone about this it could make things very difficult for
me."
He stood there for another moment, then he said, "I won't tell" (but that
evil grin was forming) "if you suck my DICK!" And when he said the word
"dick" I swear, his cock just shot up from softness to all its 4 inch glory
in one second. I almost heard it go "boinggg!" As terrified as I was of
this scene, that was so hot that my just spent cock couldn't help but
twitch and start to chub up a bit.
"Reese, that's blackmail," I said. "That's not very nice."
"I'm sorry, Mr. Jones!" and he threw himself down on his knees in front of
me, put his head in my lap and wrapped his arms tightly around my waist.
"I'm sorry, I'm SORRY!" he wailed, almost crying. "I told you I'm bad. I
don't know how to be nice! I just want my dick sucked so bad!!! I think
about it all the time--I gotta know what it feels like, please--PLEASE suck
my dick for me!" I couldn't help but think back to my first time with my
friend Ronnie when we were only 11--how we had sucked each other off
because we, too, just had to know what it felt liked to get sucked. But
then, we didn't break any laws in doing it.
"Reese, I--"
"Truth or dare!" he interrupted me.
"Huh?" I asked.
"Let's play truth or dare--you say truth!" I just sat there bewildered.
"Say `truth,'' he continued, "TRUTH! Say it. SAY IT!!!" He was so wound
up. This kid was relentless.
"Okay, `truth!'' I said.
"Okay, now that means I get to ask you a question and you have to tell me
the truth no matter what."
"Yes, Reese, I know the game." The evil grin was coming back to his
handsome little face. (Right now, I wished he wasn't so handsome--or
hunky.)
"Have you ever sucked a dick before?" Again I paused, my jaw had dropped.
"Answer!" he cried. He was grilling me like a lawyer. "Have you ever
sucked a dick? Have you ever sucked a dick? You HAVE to answer the
question!"
"Okay, YES I HAVE!" I almost shouted.
"How many? How many times? Was it a lot? Did you really like it?" he
asked.
"No, no," I replied. "You only get one question and I already answered it.
Now it's your turn: truth or dare?"
"I don't care. You pick," he said urgently.
"Alright, I pick DARE!" (His eyes gleamed.) But I was going to end this
and end it now. I was going to dare him to do something I knew he would
never do: "I dare you to give me a big, long, wet romantic kiss right on
the lips!" He took my breath from me as he jumped up and knocked against
me, our heads making a "clunk" sound as he knocked me all the way onto my
back on the bed. It was one continuous motion. Before I knew what was
happening, he had his lips locked onto mine, sucking and humming, his rock
hard boner pressing into my shirtless torso. He held it for at least a
minute, moving his lips around and sucking. I don't think he knew about
French kissing yet, or maybe that was just too gross for him to do with me.
Not that I cared, really, I mean, the animal passion that was on top of me
was off the chart. I had fireworks going on in my head and in my pants!
It was my first kiss ever by a boy! It was...the best kiss of my life!!
Finally, he broke the kiss. "Oh, fuck!" I cried, "Oh REESE!" He was
looking down at me with animal fire in his eyes. He wiped the spit off his
mouth with his bare arm, making a little "yuck" face as he did. "There, I
did it!" he cried. "Now you HAVE to suck my dick!" And then he was on me.
In a split second he jumped up with his crotch now right over my face. He
pushed down his 4-inch hard-on and was stabbing my face with it, trying to
get it in my mouth. He had my arms pinned down with his knees. I was
turning my head from side to side and trying to talk him down. "Reese, you
can't-- This isn't--" And then: bullseye. His 12-year-old dick was in my
mouth. I gathered up all my strength and forced my arms up, sending him
flying backwards, almost onto the floor. "Reese!" I shouted. "You can't
do that to people! That was rape--it's a felony! People go to prison for
doing what you just did!" (Like I had any room to talk.) I wasn't mad at
him for putting his dick in my mouth, shit, I wanted it. But I didn't want
to go to jail. And I didn't want him to try what he just did with the
wrong person and end up in jail himself. So for his sake, I put on an act
that I was very mad--that he was in big trouble.
He stood up at the end of the bed with a look of horror on his face. And
then the tears came. Crying out with sobs and trying to see through the
tears, he stumbled, still totally naked, toward the front door. But I
easily caught up with him before he could get the deadbolt unlocked. We
collapsed into a heap on the floor, him wracked with sobs, crying onto my
chest, his arms wrapped around me for dear life. "I'm sorry!" he wailed in
between sobs. "I'm sorry! I'm sorry! I'm bad!!! Please don't be mad!
Please be my friend!"
"Reese, Reese! It's okay, little man. I know you didn't mean it. It's
just, you worry me. I'm afraid that if you did something like that to the
wrong person, you really would go to jail."
"I'm sorry! I'm sorry!" he cried, but his sobs were subsiding just a bit
now. I was petting his head and rubbing his bare back. "Reese, it's going
to be okay," I said. "I forgive you. I totally forgive you. And you're
my friend and I would never rat on a friend. It's okay. Clean slate," I
said, and I pulled him to me, cuddling him tighter.
"So you're not mad?" He was sounding like a very little boy now. "No,
Reese, I'm not mad," I said. "We're fine."
"Oh... So will you suck my dick then?"
("WHAT???!!!" I screamed inside my head--"after all we just went through in
the past 10 minutes??")
"Reese, it--" "PLEASE!" he interrupted. "You said you did it before and I
just want my dick sucked so BAD! I GOTTA have my dick sucked, Mr. Jones, I
GOTTA! And who am I ever gonna get to do it? Girls don't like me.
Pleeeeeassse suck my dick, Mr. JONES, PLEASE!!!" He was sobbing again now.
"Reese, I can't suck your dick."
"Why? (sob) Don't you like me? (sob) Am I ugly?"
"Of course I like you and you're definitely not ugly. You're one of the
most beautiful, handsome boys I've ever seen. And I probably shouldn't
even tell you this, but the truth is, I really would like to suck your
dick. I'd LOVE to suck your dick. I've thought about it since I first
laid eyes on you. It's because of you and your brothers that I bought this
house next to you." (I was revealing a lot of myself right now--I hoped
that wouldn't come back to haunt me.) "But the bottom line is, that if I
suck your dick, I could go to jail."
"Not if I don't tell" he said right away. "And I wouldn't. Like you said,
friends don't rat on each other. And I know lots of secrets that I've
never told. Bad things I've done. Secrets about my brothers. I'm good at
keeping secrets. " He had pretty much stopped crying now.
"Okay," I said. "Tell me a secret about your brothers then." He looked up
at me. "You're trying to trick me, aren't you?" he said. "No," I replied,
"I was just testing you. But what about you? Can you tell me a secret
about you? Something you did that I could have on you--that would get you
into big trouble?" He thought for a moment. "Well?" I asked, "Can't you
think of anything?" "Oh, there are lots of them," he replied, "I'm trying
to decide on the worst one for you." "That's okay," I said, "just pick
one."
"Well...I stole my great-grandma's diamond ring out of my mom's jewelry box
and tried to pawn it."
"Really? That is pretty bad. What happened?"
"They wouldn't take it. They said they don't do business with kids."
"Where is the ring now?"
"I don't know. I lost it."
"You lost it?"
"Yeh, I hid it somewhere and I don't remember where I hid it. So now it's
lost. Mom would kill me if she ever found out."
"Wow."
"So...so NOW will you suck me off?"
"Oh, Reese."
"PLEASE!!!" He was almost crying again. And again, he grabbed on to me
tight, pressing his head into my bare stomach. "PLEASE suck me Mr. Jones,
PLEASE! Suck me! Suck me! Suck me! Suck me! Suck me!" (Crap, he was
like a 5-year-old kid having a tantrum to get a new toy!) "Suck me! Suck
me! Suck me! Suck me! Suck me! Suck--" "OKAY," I yelled. (It looked
like there was one and only one way I was ever going to get out of this.)
Reese said, "'Okay,' stop saying `suck me' or `okay' you WILL suck me?"
"Okay, I will suck you," I said. Finally.
His little face lit up like a kid at Christmas--pure disbelief combined
with pure, childish joy. He just turned his body and laid right there with
his butt on my lap -- his little 4-incher was still hard! "Oh fuck, do
it!" he cried. Then he sat up suddenly and looked me in the eye, scared.
"Don't tell Mom, I said `fuck,'' he said, "please, don't tell Mom!" I had
to grin. I was about to commit a felony on him and he was worried about a
cuss word? "I would never tell, Reese," I said. "Think of my house as a
tattle-free zone. For both of us." He laid back down. I just stared at
his beautiful, hot uncut member, the foreskin stretched obscenely over the
head. Like I said before, it was the size of a roll of dimes--worth
ever-so-much more though. After about all of one second, he put his head
up and looked at me: "Well?" he asked. Such an impatient boy but then that
shouldn't surprise me.
"Can we wait five minutes?" I asked. "I don't want to do it here on the
floor. You were just crying your eyes out. Let's take a few minutes and
get the snot cleaned off us and just relax a bit, okay? Then I'll give you
the greatest feeling of your life, I promise."
"You promise?"
"Yes."
"Five minutes?"
"Yes. Let's go to the bedroom." We got up and for the third time in the
past hour, I made sure my front door was looked--what a weird day! As soon
as we walked in the bedroom door he said, "How many minutes has it been
now?" "It's barely been 10 seconds," I answered. "Look," I said, picking
up my cellphone, "I'm going to set my timer for 5 minutes and when it goes
off, I promise, I'll have your sweet, hot cock in my mouth before it stops
buzzing."
"Okay!" he beamed.
I grabbed some tissues out of the box on the nightstand and held one up to
his nose. "Blow," I said. It took several blows until his little snotter
was empty. And am I a total, sick-beyond-hope pervert?, but there was
something even hot--very hot to me about holding the tissue under his nose
while he blew. I actually had to reach into my pants and adjust my now
(once again!) raging hard cock. Part of it was just that he let me do it
-- it seemed like an intimate thing in a way. And then there was the fact
that he was freely giving me some of his bodily fluids--weird, I know! But
another part of the turn-on was that it seemed like such a little-kid thing
to do--to hold a tissue for him under his nose instead of him doing it
himself like a normal 12-year-old would do. It sort of made me feel like I
was about to suck off a 5-year-old instead. And yes, forgive me, but
somehow that made me even more horny. Wow.
The washcloth I had used to wash his butthole was still on the bed. I
grabbed it and rinsed it under some warm water in the bathroom. Then, I
gently dabbed at his eyes and cheeks, under his nose, around his mouth.
Then I rubbed vigorously over my chest which had received not a small
amount of his snot. Again, my cock twitched. So intimate...fuck what's
wrong with me?
I threw the washcloth down on the bed and laid down. "Reese," I said, "I
don't want you to EVER do anything with me that you don't want to, but if
you would enjoy it, it would make me happy if we could cuddle a bit
before--" WHOMP--he jumped onto my chest with a huge smile, even before I
could finish my sentence. I wrapped both my arms around him and squeezed
him in a tight hug for a moment while he nuzzled his cheek into my chest.
Then I relaxed and just rubbed both my hands up and down over his back. He
reached around and picked up my lower hand and placed it on his butt. Man,
this kid!! Yes, I really wanted to suck him TERRIBLY!! But would it
surprise you if I said that I would have also been perfectly content to
just lie there cuddling him like that forever? It felt so nice.
Ever the teacher, I wanted to alert him to what was about to happen before
the timer went off. "Reese, buddy, you know something intense is going to
happen when you get your dick sucked. It's called an orgasm. Your dick
and your whole body are going to shake and convulse and some white gooey
stuff may even shoot out of your cock. Of course, you won't know that
because it will be in my mouth, but you'll feet it throbbing and--" "You
mean like when I jack-off?" he asked.
"Well yes," I replied. "I didn't know if you knew about that or not."
"Sure," he answered quietly and matter-of-factly. All my brothers and me
play with ourselves." (ALL??!!) "Um..." (I tried to pull it together) can
you shoot yet? Does stuff come out of your dick?" "Yup!" he said proudly,
"for about six months now. Are you really going to drink it?" "Um...yeh,
that's part of giving a good blow-job," I answered sheepishly. "Ewww, that
is so gross!" he said. "But HOT!" he added as he looked up at me and
smiled. No judgment there.
He put his head back down on my chest and squeezed me tight as he wiggled a
little and ground his little pecker into me. I think we were both waiting
for the alarm to go off. I had stopped all thoughts of morals, laws,
grown-up rationality. I just wanted to suck his dick. I wanted to make
him scream, shake, cum. I think in the back of my mind, I knew I was going
to do it from the start. Deep down, I knew from the second he asked me
after he found the porn magazine. I just had to work up to it. Like I
said, he had me under his spell.
"DING, DING, DING!" the alarm was sounding. We both jumped a bit, then he
quickly rolled off me, his little member hard, proud and waiting. I would
have loved to relish the moment, taken a while and just stared at it, maybe
started by gently blowing on it, giving it little kisses maybe... But true
to my promise, I just dived right down and swallowed it to the balls in one
swoop. In case you're wondering, 4 inches IS enough to get back in the
throat and make you gag. But I was used to gagging on cock and I liked it
-- I was a pretty good deep-throater--lots of practice. So I held it there
for a second, using all my skills--letting my gag reflex squeeze the
grape-sized head while I licked the underside and worked my tongue, trying
to get it wet with saliva, all the while doing a sucking motion with my
cheeks. That sounds like a lot when you type it all out, but it was all
simultaneous and happened in just a second or two. Just long enough for
him to let out a scream.
And I mean a scream. I thought I had heard him scream when I saw him and
his brothers playing Indians, but this was a much louder, frightening,
blood-curdling scream! I thought sure I had permanently damaged him in
some way. I jumped up in terror: "Reese, what's the matter?" I cried.
"Ummph...grkk..blkkk..." is what came out of his mouth. He was incoherent.
Was he having a seizure? Then both of his hands swooped down, grabbing my
head with a loud and painful slap. He curled up his body and squashed my
face into his crotch. "Blkkk...grrch...eemmpph," was all he could get out.
I couldn't even get his cock back in my mouth because it was flat up
against his body and my face was pressed flat down over it. He was
furiously squirming and making those violent noises, trying to make
contact. I put my hands on the bed and, needing a great deal of strength,
pushed myself up just far enough to turn my head sideways and move my head
up to the tip of his penis so he could make entry.
And enter he did! His stomach slammed against my face as he forced his
cock all the way down my throat. He let out another scream--this time
lower, more animalistic. I tried to pull away. I wanted to control it, to
do things, to make it special for him. But he was having none of it. He
was latched onto my head for dear life, pumping his little fuck tool in and
out. The problem was, he was barely pumping out more than half an inch,
leaving his cock constantly in my throat. I couldn't get any breath. The
room was filled with the loud sounds of me gagging. I grabbed his wrists
and yanked them off my head, backing off his cock for a moment. "Reese!"
I was shouting as if we were at sea during a violent storm and I had to be
heard above the wind. "You have to pump your dick in and out further--like
a couple of inches--so it gets out of my throat and I can get my breath!"
I didn't know if he heard me or not, but I went back down and he grabbed my
head and rammed it in again. But this time, he did pull out a couple of
inches before ramming it back in. Now along with my gagging would be quick
gasps for air and loud slurping and sucking sounds--sounds that were making
me even more horny.
You'd think with all the jocks I had sucked I would be used to this
treatment. But the truth is, they were usually very tentative, nervous.
And they didn't want to offend me because they knew they would want to get
sucked again. Reese, however, had no compunction about using my mouth like
it was his for the taking (and in truth, it was...under his spell...). I
had never been face-fucked so brutally. Lucky for me, my first time was
with a small 12-year-old cocklett. I suppose, I should have been insulted
or felt put-down in some way. I mean here I was a grown-up man--a teacher
at his very school in fact, but I was letting this little 12-year-old make
me his bitch. The fact is, I didn't care. I mean, I really don't think he
thought of it that way. I don't even think he realized what he was doing.
He was just totally lost in his insane preteen horniness. Horniness that I
was causing! And to me, that was a huge turn-on, as was his animalism, his
maleness. "Suck my cock, paleface!" I could almost hear him saying, while
I pictured warpaint on his cheeks and chest.
Hardly a minute had gone by when I felt him speed up his powerful
12-year-old thrusts. I didn't expect him to last long. I shoved my pants
and jockstrap down and started jacking my cock wildly. I didn't have
anything to cum in but I didn't care. I could wash the bedspread--wash him
if I had to. I was determined to cum when he did. Along with all of my
loud squishy slurping, sucking and gagging sounds were the sounds of him
panting, and now that was being replaced by grunts. Every time he smashed
against my face he would make an, "uh... uh... uh..."
Then he started to hold his cock in for a second or two before pulling out
and I knew he was about to blow. I was already on the brink so I stopped
and waited for him. "Oh shit, oh fuck!" he cried. "I'm cummminngggg!!!!"
"AAAAAHHHHHHH!!!" he screamed another blood curdling scream and bucked
around like a jack hammer, never letting go of my head, however--making
sure his cock was buried all the way down my throat. I missed out on the
sensation of feeling his cum explode on my tongue but I could definitely
feel the throbbing. I knew I had gotten him off!
I grabbed my cock and my own explosive orgasm helped distract me from the
fact that I was gagging and suffocating at the hands of Reese. What words
do I have left to describe my orgasms? I keep saying each one was the best
of my life, but it's true! I nearly blacked out and I too, tremendously
convulsed along with him, our combined orgy shaking the bed on the floor.
I had only started cumming halfway through his explosion but he was still
going, now punching my throat with little thrusts and almost making sob
sounds with each one. Was he? Yes he was--he was crying again!
I guess he got to that post-orgasmic point where the cock is terribly
sensitive so with a violent shove, he threw my head off of his still erect
cock and jumped off of the bed. I didn't know just want to think. At
first, I was afraid that maybe he would again bolt for the front door. But
he just walked back and forth around the bed, punching the walls and
moaning in sobs, "Oh... OH... OHH!!" He cried. I just laid there
speechless on the bed watching him going nuts.
"Oh..." he had stopped sobbing now but was desperately trying to get his
breath. His chest was heaving. "Oh... oh..." and then he looked at me as
if he had forgotten about me--almost as if waking up from a dream. Then he
jumped on the bed and threw himself on me, again with his sweet little head
on my chest: "Oh... oh... oh... THANK YOU!" he cried. "Thank you! Thank
you..." He was still panting.
I was still speechless, so I just held him and petted him from his head
down--not forgetting his little ass this time. He kind of ground himself
into me and sighed. We laid there in silence for several minutes.
Finally, he spoke, "Mr. Jones, is it supposed to happen that fast?" Reese
asked me, still breathing just a little bit hard. For all my detailed
description above, from the time I went down on him until the time he
started cumming was not much more than a minute--literally--60 seconds of
sucking followed by a 20 second orgasm. Too soon to end such pleasure,
right?
"No, little man," I answered. "It was probably just because it was your
first time and you were so excited. The next time I suck you, it will last
longer.
"Good!" he chirped. Then he rolled off of me onto his back, propped
himself up on his elbows, spread his legs and looked at me expectantly.
It took a couple of seconds for this picture to register in my brain.
"What, you mean you want to do it again right NOW?!" I asked. "Why not?"
he answered, with his face bent into that now familiar confused, dumb
expression--an expression I was already growing to love.
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