Date: Fri, 5 Oct 2012 18:55:54 -0700 (PDT)
From: DJ <dough304@yahoo.com>
Subject: Malcolm and My Neighbors Chapter 5

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 5a
Bound to Cum

This post of my story is really two chapters, but I promised a cum scene in
every chapter so I put these two together.  The first chapter, 5 "a" has a
sex scene but the second chapter, 5 "b" is just about family love and
affection—intense affection, but not sex.  I worked hard on it.  It is
very sweet and I hope you will read it as well.  I mean...does EVERYTHING
have to be whacking material?  (Grin.)  And now...on with the story...

Reese and I were on my bed, his head on my chest.  Just 5 minutes ago I had
given him the first blowjob of his young, 12-year-old life.  And he had
given me my first (but WONDERFUL!) brutal throat-fucking, coming to orgasm
in only 60 seconds.  Yes, I had sucked many dicks before, but never been
throat-fucked with the animal passion of hot little Reese.

"Mr. Jones," Reese asked me, "is it supposed to happen that fast?"  "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.

I was whipped from my third explosive orgasm of the day (thanks to him,
although I'm not sure he was aware of any of them).  But I knew the little
horndog wasn't going to take "No," for an answer because after all he
was...well...a little horndog.

"Okay, my man," I said, "but this is the last one today.  You have to
promise you won't ask me again."

"The last one TODAY?!"  (I swear his voice went up two octaves.)  "Does
that mean you'll...you'll suck me again TOMORROW??!!!"

"Sure, Reese, why not?"  (He looked like he was going to faint.)

"What...what about the day after tomorrow?" he asked, dazed.

"Reese, there may be days when my parents are here, or I'm away all day,
but other than that, basically, I'll suck you every day.  I don't know why
you would think I wouldn't.  Couldn't you tell I liked it?"

"I don't know; I wasn't really paying attention.  I just...  Wow!  This is
like a dream come true!"  And he fell back off his elbows, his head
plopping onto the mattress.

I looked at his cute, naked body lying there and thought to myself, "Reese,
you're my dream come true as well—beyond my imagination."  "But you
didn't promise," I said out loud.

"Huh?"

"You have to promise me, that after this next time, you won't ask me to
suck you off again today.  If you do, I'm going to pick you up and throw
you out the door!"

"Well that might be fun!" his blue-gray eyes gleamed, "But I promise!"

"Okay," I replied with a big smile.  But the wheels were turning fast in my
head.  I was trying to think how I could make him last longer and make this
second time a lot more fun for both of us.  I got it!  "Okay, Reese, you
want it to last longer this time, right?"

"Yup."

"The only way I can make you last longer is if you stay still and let me
control it.  You think you can do that?"

"Yup."  (I stared at him.)  "Well...um...do you really want the truth?"

"Yes, Reese."

"Then, nope, I don't think I can stay still."

"Okay," I said, digging in my box in the closet that I had packed my
bathrobes in, "then I'm going to have to tie you up."

"How're you gonna do that?" Reese asked.

"I'm going to tie your wrists and ankles to the four corners of the bed," I
answered, grinning to myself.  I knew he would protest and I was going to
have fun playing his role for a change—being the one to badger him and
drive him crazy until he gave in and let me do what I wanted.  It wasn't
that I was into bondage.  I just wanted to keep him still.  But it would be
fun to strategize on how to talk him into something and win an argument.  I
found my two old bathrobes and pulled the belts out of them, then grabbed
two neckties off the hanger in front of me.  When I turned around, I
gasped.  Once again, for the umpteenth time in the past 24 hours, I felt
the blood draining from my head.

Reese had positioned his tight little four foot, four inch frame in the
middle of the bed in an "X" shape, his head propped up on two pillows (so
he could watch, I presume) his arms up and outstretched and his legs
obscenely spread as wide as possible, his feet stretching toward the
corners of the kingsize bed.  His hard, sexy boy-rod was pointing toward
his chin.  His balls were drawn up and I could see the cleft of his
ass—almost to his hole.  And with his arms in that position, I had a
fantastic view of his luscious, white, totally smooth armpits.  Mmmmm.

I had to stand there a moment and take it in, not just visually but
mentally.  Visually, it was a sight.  So obscene, so provocative—him
just lying there all spread open for the taking, just waiting for me to tie
him up and have my way with him.  Wow!  I say it again, what a kid!

And then mentally, I was trying to process it.  On the surface, I kept
thinking this boy was easy to figure out.  Yet he kept surprising me.  He
was a somewhat confusing combination of traits—so sexy yet so innocent;
such an alpha male yet so child-like; so wild, yet so trusting; so
boisterous, yet so sweet.

"Hurry, please," he said quietly.  I was aroused from my dream-like state
and started tying his ankle.  "See, I said `please.'  I'm being nice,
aren't I Mr. Jones?"  "Yes you are, Reese," I replied, as I tied his other
ankle.  I was hurrying as I started to tie his wrist.  I didn't notice when
it happened (who can keep track on a day like this?), but my 6 inch cock
was once again ragingly hard.  I finished tying his last wrist.  I hadn't
stretched him.  I didn't want him to be uncomfortable.  But I had him
pretty tight.  I didn't want him thrashing around either.  "How's that,
feel?" I asked.

"It feels fine, thank you," Reese replied.  "See, I can be nice, Mr. Jones.
I'm using my manners.  I can be—FUCK!!!" he screamed when I licked his
little cock.  "Is it...is it okay if I cuss?" he asked, already breathless.

"Yes, Reese, that's fine."

"Shit!  Fuck!  Oh, fuck!  Oh, Shit!" he yelled as I licked his cock some
more.  I just pointed my tongue and ran the tip of it up and down lightly.
He was able to move a few inches side to side and lift his butt up off the
bed a bit but he couldn't really get away from me.  And he couldn't control
it.  I stopped licking for a few seconds.  He stopped shouting and tried to
get his breath.  I went back to his dick, this time lapping it and then
pursing my lips onto it and slobbering all over it.  "Oh!  Oh!  Oh!" he
cried.

Then I puckered my lips and gently blew, drying off what I had just made
wet.  "Ahhhh!" he screamed, "MOMMMMYYYY!!!!  DADDDDYYYY!!!!  AHHHH!!!
FUCK, FUCK, FUCK, SHITTTTTTTT!!!!"

Did I say before that I really get off on getting guys excited—on
hearing them go crazy from my mouth?  Reese, aside from being the ultimate
hot little boy was the ultimate in verbal!  In all my years of
cock-sucking, I had never made a guy cry for his Mommy and Daddy!  And we
were just getting started!  My cock was furious.  I was making my plans as
I gently blew narrow streams of air on his throbbing 4-inch penis.  I
decided I would force myself to just stick to his groin and not give in to
my desires to lick his pits, suck his nipples and do various things that he
might not be ready to take.  I also decided not to waste any time with my
hands but just to use my mouth—to show him totally what I could do to
him that he could never do to himself.  I also resisted the urge to peel
back his foreskin.  Some boys are just too sensitive there and why push it?
All I had to do right now was make him feel good enough to come back
another day.  I could work up to all the other things I wanted to do in
time.

After blowing on him (to his continued outbursts) for another minute or so
-- until his little fuck stick was good and dry -- I moved down to his
balls, very slowly slurping just the left one into my mouth and then gently
sucking.  "SSSHHHIIITTTT!!!!"  he wailed.  "Uh...uh...uh!" he was grunting
now.  I moved over to the other grape sized testicle.  He continued to make
loud moaning and grunting sounds.  Then, I easily took both of his small
12-year-old balls into my mouth and sucked a little harder.

"AAAHHHHHHH!!!" this time it was more of a scream, or more half scream,
half growl -- the sexy little bugger!  My cock was throbbing in my
shorts!  Reese was now beating his head onto the pillows as he continued to
cry out.  I continued to suck his balls while licking them at the same
time, continuing to drive him crazy—eliciting a wide and wild variety of
grunts, screams, and howls from him.  It was almost like a horror movie
when a human is turning into a monster.  Except the monster in the room was
his horniness and his cries were fueling my own horniness even more.  I was
fully ready to rip off my shorts and jack myself off but I kept my
discipline and continued to concentrate on him.

I released his balls and went lower, lapping at his perineum for the first
time ever.  I heard a gasp and while continuing to lick, I bent my head up
to see his face.  His eyes were wide in shock as he was processing these
new feelings.  Obviously he had never realized that this part of his body
could bring such pleasure.  I continued to lap as another wail started
inside him.  It started low and soft and built into a loud, high pitched
wail, almost as if he were being tortured.  I pulled off to get a good look
at his face.  "NO!  NO!  NO!" he cried.  "LICK ME!  LICK ME!  DON'T STOP
LICKING ME!!!"  I licked.

"Mr. Jones," he managed to spit out in between grunts, screams and gasps.

"What?"

"KEEP LICKING!  DON'T, DON'T, DON'T STOP LICKING!"

"Okay, I won't, I promise," I managed to mumble out while my tongue was
sticking out of my mouth continuing to lap at his obscenely spread-eagle
crotch.  My senses were on overload.  What I was doing—the thought of
what I was doing—the sight of what I was doing...  Had I not already cum
3 times in the last hour, I've no doubt that I would have had my second
spontaneous orgasm that day.

"Mr. Jones, keep licking," he gasped, now breathless from my continued
assault on his private area.  "But...I want to tell you...(gasp)...that no
matter what I do... UHHH!  No matter how I scream... or cry... or...or
anything... FUCK!!  Just don't take your mouth off of me until after I cum.
OHHHHH!!!  Please, Mr. Jones...PLEASE!!"

"Okay, I promise," and that's all I said because I didn't want to bite my
protruding tongue.

I now pointed my tongue again, just teasing him with the tip of it—going
up and down, from the bottom of his crotch—almost starting at his
butthole, up to the underside of his balls.  I was just barely touching him
and at the same time, I opened my mouth around my tongue and blew air onto
his wet crotch while I was licking.  I had my hands on his thighs to help
hold him down.  He was trying to stay still—trying to keep his crotch in
contact with my tongue and the wonderful feelings it was giving him, but he
couldn't help but buck his hips around.  And his head...he was now turning
his head from side to side, slamming it onto the pillow and moaning each
time as he did.  I wish I could have had it on film so I would be able to
take in the whole scene at once.  I wanted to raise up and just take in the
sight of his hard dick and thrashing muscular little pre-teen bod.  But I
dutifully kept my mouth in contact with his boy-crotch as I had promised.

By now, at least 3 or 4 minutes had gone by.  So young Reese had already
lasted three times longer than the first time I had sucked off his sweet
little pecker 10 minutes earlier—the first ever blowjob of his young
life.  I decided to move up to his balls again, only this time not to suck.
I kept my pointed tongue licking motion and just moved up a bit, going back
and forth between his boy balls now.  This elicited a new host of grunts,
growls, and moans from him, along with more head slamming into the pillows.
I kept this up for a good minute, until he was spent from his variety of
sounds and was now just making loud, hoarse, gasping sounds as if he had
just run non-stop for twenty miles.

I thought maybe I should bring things to a close before the little guy had
a heart attack or something.  Besides, much to my disbelief, my own
22-year-old cock was painfully begging to cum again for the fourth time
that afternoon and I was ready to give some attention to my own meat.

The first time I had sucked Reese, all I managed to do was hold my mouth on
his boy-rod while he brutally fucked my throat until he came a minute
later.  This time it was going to be more sensuous and gentle, whether he
liked it or not.  But I was going to make sure that he liked it.  As slowly
as I could, I moved my wet pursed lips up his half-inch thick shaft and
then went down over the tip of his sweet cocklett, just holding it still in
my mouth and gently sucking.  He bucked his hips up about four inches
trying to ram his cock into me again, but I anticipated that and moved back
as he came up so only the head remained in my mouth.

"TAKE MY COCK YOU COCKSUCKER!  YOU MOTHER-FUCKIN' FAGGOT!  EAT MY CUM YOU
BITCH!  SUCK MMMEEEE!!!!!!"  Reese was in a rage.

Shit -- I had never heard such language come out of a 12-year-old mouth.
And the fact that he already had a high-pitched, barely pubescent voice,
and then the rage brought it up another octave -- shit -- it was the
absolute fucking horniest thing I've ever heard in my life!  My cock was
spasming in my jock, almost sending me into another orgasm.

But say what you want, little man, I was in control this time.  I roughly
grabbed the pillows out from under his head and stuffed them under his ass.
This had the effect of one: stretching the bonds tying him and making him
now totally immobile and two: raising up his middle and causing his cock
and body flexing to be even more tense, thus multiplying his pleasure.

So now, it was time to head for home.  I slowly went down on him all the
way, burying his hot little cockhead in the back of my throat and letting
my gag reflex squeeze it a bit.  Then, I slowly went back up, trying to
salivate as much as I could.  I slowly but gradually sped up my tempo, each
time going all the way down and gagging, then coming back up with just the
head in my mouth, alternately sucking and blowing.  Once again, I was
immensely turned on by my own sounds caused by the shoving of his dick past
my gag reflex, as well as the sucking and the slurping.

But after just a few passes, Reese's fits of screams were drowning me out
and then his screams turned into a broken rhythm of sobs and moans.  Once
again, the pleasure overload on his young little body was bringing him to
tears.  I kept going, remembering my promise to not take my mouth off of
him until he came.  I developed a rhythm in time with his sobs (or was he
sobbing in time with my rhythm?).  It had been a good five or six minutes
now and I wanted to get him off so he could start breathing normally again.
As he sobbed and moaned and cried out, he was still trying to move and
pulling violently at the ties holding him down to the bed.  The thought
crossed my mind that if his bonds didn't break, the bedframe would.  I was
now going as fast as I could, both of us caught up in a whirlwind of
overpowering lust.

In no time at all, I began to feel more throbbing, and then that rhythmic,
intense throbbing with quick, now horrendous, screaming sobs in time that
told me the hot little stud was shooting off in my mouth.  Fuck, it made me
dizzy!  I pulled back and sucked on just the top two inches of his penis,
hoping to get a taste of his cum this time.  It's not that I like the
taste, it's just that the proof in my mouth that I made a guy shoot his
load is a huge turn-on for me.  And I wanted to know in my mouth and head
that I was swallowing his essence—taking his man-child seed into me.  I
think I tasted a little bit but my mouth was full of spit and I'm sure that
after just cumming 15 minutes earlier, his little prostate hadn't had time
to manufacture much.

After about 10 orgasmic throbs, I just held him still in my mouth, not
wanting to hurt his sensitive cock but also not wanting to pull off until
he was 100 percent spent.  When his rhythmic sobs turned into broken,
random cries, I knew he was done; and coming back down to earth mentally my
own self, I untied him as quickly as I could.  He rolled off the pillows
which I threw into place at the head of the bed.  Then the second I laid
down, he pounced onto me, burying his young face into my chest and
practically screaming and wailing—his little body wracked with violent
sobs.

He had placed his naked body fully on top of me and I just put one arm
around his waist and one around his back (this was no time for butt
rubbing) and held him tight.  The little guy cried and cried, taking a good
15 minutes until he cried himself out.  My own emotions had been on a
roller coaster with this kid and now I was worried again.  As his sobs
began to subside, I tried to find out what was going on in his young brain:
"Reese, are you okay?"

"Y...yesss."

"Did you like what we just did?"

"YES!  YES!!" and he squeezed me with his arms and legs and pressed his
head harder onto my bare chest.

"Then why are you crying?"

"I...I don't know..."

Okay—once again, I couldn't figure him out.  Gosh, he was fun though.  I
mean, "fun" is such a puny word to describe all I had done with him that
afternoon—the magnitude of it—all the firsts both for him and for me,
the fact that he was not only willing but the instigator, the fact that I
loved his personality, his face, his body, his dick, and his ass; the fact
that he was right next door and summer vacation had just begun for both of
us...my head was spinning again...overwhelmed with what lay before
me—and what lay on top of me.

Reese had totally calmed down now and was entirely relaxed.  "Hey," he
lifted his head up and looked at me.  "When are you going to cum?  Are you
going to look at your porn magazine later?"

"Reese, I've already shot my load three times today with you."

"Huh??!!"

"The first time was when I was looking at your butt, checking you for
injury.  While you had your face buried in the mattress, I jacked off.
Then, when you had me sucking the snakebites on your butt, I got so horny
that I came without even touching my dick.  Then, when I sucked you off the
first time, I pulled out my dick and jacked off and came at the same time
that you did.  And frankly, after that hot scene of sucking you off the
second time, then holding your body tight to me for the last 20 minutes,
I'm ready to cum again."  He had a look of disbelief on his face, then he
wriggled around until he felt my hard dick (which had never gone down)
pressing through my shorts into his lower stomach.

"Wow!" he cried, still with disbelief.  "So I make you horny?"  A big smile
was breaking on to his lips.

"Fuck, yes, little man, you make me VERY horny!"  His eyes lit up.  His
whole face was beaming with pride as if he had just received a major award
or scored the goal that won the big game.  He sat up on my waist and put
his arms up and flexed his biceps, turning and making different poses.  Oh
fuck!  My dream-boy, thrilled that I perved on him—sitting on me;
displaying himself for me without a second thought.  How many times can a
22 year old guy almost faint in one day—was this occasion number
forty-five?

My macho little stud put his arms down and just rubbed his hands up and
down my sides.  I took the opportunity to reach for the tissue box and once
again, clean the snot off of my chest and his face.  He grinned and his
eyes gleamed as I brought a clean tissue up to his nose like before.  It
seemed that in between fucking my face, he liked for me to treat him like a
very young child.  "Blow," I said, holding the tissue under his cute little
snozzle.  As before, it took several blows to get him all cleaned out.  And
as before, I felt my hard cock twitch as I received his snot and wondered
if something was really wrong with me.  Nah.  I'm okay.  I threw the
tissues onto the floor and looked up at him as he looked down at me, once
again, rubbing his little hands up and down my bare sides.  He was being so
sweet and gentle.  Then he stopped and his face gradually changed, from a
smile, into a furrowed, brow, then back to a smile.  Obviously, the little
wheels were turning inside his head.

And then, once again he surprised me.  He leaned down and put his face to
mine and gave me a very gentle, sweet kiss right on the lips.  And he held
it for about 5 seconds.  It was fantastic!  And yet, it wasn't sexual.  It
was about as rich a kiss as you could give and not be sexual.  It was,
however, terribly, terribly loving.  And he confirmed this with his next
words.  "I love you," he said.

"Reese," I said, overcome yet again, by all the intensity of the past two
hours' events, "I love you, too, little man."

Then he scooted down a bit and put his cheek to my chest and cuddled
against me.  This time, he did not move my hand from his back to his butt
and I did not move it either.  We were beyond butt play at this point.  Now
we were doing intense, but platonic affection.  I loved the kiss.  I mean I
LOVED it, but deep down, there was something about the scene that made me
uncomfortable.  It took a couple of minutes for it to come to the surface.

"Reese?"

"Hmm?"

"Do you ever kiss your father like that?"

"Huh?"

"Do you kiss your father like that?  Do you hug him and look him in the eye
and tell him you love him?"

"Huh-uh.  Not for a long time anyway."

"How long?"

"I don't know.  Since I was younger than Dewey."

"Well look, Reese, I love lying here with you on top of me and I loved the
kiss and the sex and that we are friends and can say `I love you.'"  But I
don't want to come between you and your father.  Maybe in a way, I will be
more fun than your Dad.  But your Dad works hard all day to provide for you
and worries about you and loves you.  Nobody's ever more important than
your Dad."

"So you don't want me to kiss you anymore?" asked Reese, with that furrowed
brow, that slightly dumb expression that I loved already.

"Oh, Reese, I want you to kiss me as often and for as long as you
want—it was fantastic!  I just think your Dad should get the same
treatment.  What do you think?  What do you think he would do if you kissed
him and told him you loved him?"

Reese thought a moment, then said, "He would probably cry."

"Really?"

"Yeah, he gets all emotional over hugs, cards, any nice thing you say to
him."

"Well that shows you how much he cares about you.  I think you should go
home and kiss him."

"Okay."

"Really?  Just like that—okay?"

"Uh-huh," he replied (good old uncomplicated Reese was back).  I decided to
take it further.  "I want you to be as close to him as you are to me right
now," I said.  "Give him a nice long kiss on the mouth, sit on his lap.
Just...just wear your shorts so he can rub your skin—rub you all
over—your arms and legs and chest.  Let him really love on you.  Be
vulnerable."

"Huh?"

"'Vulnerable,' it means to be open...trusting.  Be like a little kid...
Call him "Daddy."

"Okay."

"Okay?" I asked.

"Uh-huh," he replied (it was just that simple to him).  "I'm getting
sleepy.  I wanna take a nap," he added.  "Me too," I replied.  All the sexy
stuff we had just done was probably the equivalent of eight hours of
calisthenics.  But before I could fall asleep, I had to take care of
something.  "Reese," I said with a little trepidation, not knowing what he
would think or say, "before I can get to sleep I'm gonna have to jack off.
I mean, my cock has been hard and aching for the last half hour now."  He
already had his eyes closed and without comment, he just rolled his stark
naked body off of me and onto his back next to me.

I reached across him and grabbed some more tissues, then moved away from
him a little bit and lowered my pants and jock as I stared at his
fantastically beautiful, sexy, yet somehow still innocent little frame.
Everything in me told me not to but I couldn't help it, I just had to ask:
"Reese?"

"Huh?" he said sleepily, his eyes closed.

"There's something...well...you see...  I don't just like cocks, but I like
all parts of the body, especially the parts that are usually hidden, like
butts, and...and armpits."

"Uh-huh."

"So I was wondering ("SHUT-UP," I told myself—but I couldn't) I was
wondering if I could lick your armpit while I jacked off?"  He snorted out
a little giggle but said nothing.  He simply, immediately and without
further thought, raised his left arm up and rested it above his head,
exposing his creamy white, beautiful, totally hairless armpit to my horny
eyes.  I could have cum right then and there.  But I managed to hold off.
I had to get a few licks in—HAD to experience this forbidden act which
would be yet another first for me today.

I noticed that the washcloth I had used to clean him earlier was still on
the bed.  I decided to lay it out flat under my cock and just rub on it,
leaving my hands free to brace myself and just totally bury my head into
his pit.  I started my fucking movements on the rough, wet texture of the
washcloth as I put my nose in his armpit.  Ahhhhhh...  He hadn't reached
that stage of puberty yet where he was really sweating, but all the
exertion of his recent orgasms had served to give him a slight odor.  I
stuck out my tongue and gave it a swab—a bit of sweaty saltiness.  Wow!
I was in such ecstasy that I almost didn't notice him jerk and giggle
again.  "It's okay," he offered.  "Go ahead."  So he managed to keep
himself still while I dove in.  I sucked and kissed and inhaled and lapped
and sucked and kissed and inhaled and lapped.  I gently sucked in one
place, almost giving him hickeys.  I moved my mouth around, making sure to
cover the entire territory, which wasn't that much.  Meanwhile, the whole
time, I was rubbing back and forth on the washcloth, shaking the bed as my
mounting orgasm approached.

How do I fully describe the act of eating out a beautiful boy's armpit?  I
mean, if I had to choose between that and sucking his dick or eating his
ass, I'd take the dick or ass hands down.  And yet, there was something so
unique, so special, so powerful, so forbidden, so nasty about getting into
yet another private place on his body that was so incredibly fucking hot!
On a scale of one to ten it was a solid nine or more.  And it was something
I hoped I could repeat many times with him in the future.  But it soon
ended as after all, I had just experienced a good half hour of foreplay.
My orgasm came quickly and as I was already spent, both physically and
prostrate-wise (this was my fourth orgasm in less than two hours) I did not
have the huge explosion that I did previously.  Yet it was just as
rewarding.  Only more gentle.  Here, lying next to me was this beautiful
boy—this boy whose cum I had eaten twice, whose butt I had sucked, who
had kissed me and told me he loved me, now exposing his little armpit for
me to devour.  Ahhhhh...  It was all so nice.

"Did you cum?" he asked.  "Yup." I answered.  "Man, you're really sick!" he
said.  He said it with no anger, no judgment—just making a statement,
the same as if he had said that I had black hair.  I pulled up my pants,
then grabbed my cellphone and set the alarm for 4:00.  I wanted to make
sure he got home well in time for dinner.  I stared at this beautiful boy
as he was drifting off to sleep, wondering what the summer was really going
to be like.  In the past 24 hours, I had cum 5 times, once spontaneously,
fainted from lust, and done and seen all manner of things that almost drove
me crazy.  I was young and in shape but how much can a person take?  Would
I survive living next door to young Reese?  Maybe not, but what a way to
go!

I put all worries out of my head and got next to Reese, laying my arm and
leg across him as he moved towards me to cuddle into me.  I listened to his
breathing change as he fell asleep.  Then, I nuzzled my face into his cheek
and neck, and followed my young prince off into dreamland.


Chapter 5b -- Epilogue -- Reese and "Daddy"

The next day, with a lot of pumping for detail from me, Reese told me what
happened when he got home late Saturday afternoon.  Here is the story,
including fleshing out of details based on what I later learned about the
personalities of the whole family, plus some more details I got days later
from Malcolm.  And if you're looking for sex, there is none here.  But keep
reading.  What happened is really sweet.

Reese walked into his house in just his shorts (having still left his shirt
and shoes at my house).  As expected, Malcolm and Dewey were on the couch
watching TV, Mom was in the kitchen, and his Dad was sitting in the
recliner reading the paper.  He was going to go right over to his dad, then
he remembered that I had said to be like a little kid and let his dad rub
him all over.

Now, as I got to know Reese later, I would learn that he tends to take
things literally.  Or he will take one thing out of five things you tell
him and focus on it and magnify it.  So he decided to REALLY be
"vulnerable" and find something else to wear besides the knee-length shorts
he had been wearing (or rather, NOT wearing—at my house, anyway).  He
looked first through his drawers, then Malcolm's, then finally Dewey's,
throwing things out and letting them land anywhere as he went.  In the
bottom of Dewey's drawers, he found a little red speedo bathing suit that
Dewey had used for swimming lessons last summer.  He stripped naked, and
with some doing, managed to squeeze into the little suit that barely
stretched around his jewels and left much of his buttcrack sticking out.
(Later, I got him to model it for me and he looked stupendous!)  Then he
made his way back to the family room.

No one really noticed or thought about what he was wearing since the family
often saw each other fully naked around the house (or even in the yard,
hence, why I bought the house next to them).  He stood next to his father
reading the paper in the recliner.  "Hi Daddy," he said, even raising his
voice to a higher pitch, the little devil.

"Hello son," said his father, still reading the paper.  "Wait, did you just
call me "Daddy?'" Hal asked.

"Yup," said Reese.  "Can I sit on your lap, Daddy?"  Hal paused a moment
trying to process this.  He looked at his nearly naked 12-year-old son
standing before him, just starting to hit puberty—so handsome, so well
developed, so beautiful.  And he had just called him "Daddy" and wanted to
sit on his lap!

"Sure, Son!" he almost shouted, quickly throwing the newspaper to the
floor.  Reese readily climbed into his Daddy's lap, sitting sideways with
his legs hanging over the arm of the chair.  He pressed his head into his
father's shoulder, cuddling against him.  Hal, as predicted, both teared up
and started to hug Reese and cuddle him as he alternately rubbed up and
down Reese's legs, arms and chest, even stroking his cheeks and hair while
giving him little kisses on his head.

After a few minutes of this cuddling, which Reese found he was enjoying
even more than he thought he would, he took his father's face in his hands,
looked him straight in the eye and said, "I love you, Daddy."  Then, still
holding his father's face, he gave him a long, long kiss right on the lips.
This brought audible sobs from Hal as well as even more intense hugging,
rubbing, and kissing on Reese.

Now Malcolm and Dewey were taking all of this in, Malcolm trying to at once
pretend he didn't notice and then alternately rolling his eyes.  Little
Dewey, however, was watching intently, and decided he wanted in on the
action.  He climbed his not quite 40 pound, 6-year-old body onto his Dad's
other leg, planting himself in between Reese's legs.  "I love you, too,
Daddy!" he chirped.  Then, like his brother, he leaned up and gave his
father a good five second kiss on the mouth.

Reese confided that on another day he might have gotten jealous—gotten
mad at Dewey for muscling in on his idea.  But not this time.  Maybe it was
all the tension that had just been released through the sex.  Or maybe it
was just the way that his father was acting that told him there was plenty
of love to go around.  Whatever the reason, instead of lashing out at
Dewey, he looked at his little brother, still in his pajamas from when he
had gotten up, and decided that his little brother was very cute and
loveable.

"Dewey, give me a kiss," Reese said.

"No!" said Dewey, not trusting his brother, worried that he would give him
a bite or who knows what instead of a kiss.

"C'mon, Dewey, please," Reese implored.  Dewey looked at Reese, then looked
up at his father's pleading eyes.

"Okay," said Dewey with a little sigh.  Reese smiled and gently picked
Dewey up by the armpits and pulled him over to him in a hug, chest to chest
now.  Then still holding Dewey under the arms, he pulled him to his mouth
and gave him a very long kiss—more like 10 seconds, this time.  Dewey
had a general mistrust of all his older brothers and tried to keep his
defenses up, but that was hard for a 6-year-old.  As he came out of the
kiss, he gave a happy sigh, then melted into his big brother.  It felt
really good to have his bare cheek pressed against the warm skin of his
strong, big brother's naked chest.  Meanwhile, Reese rubbed Dewey up and
down—from the top of his head to the bottom of his butt.

Then Dewey had an idea to make it even nicer.  He hopped off of the chair
and quickly pulled his pajamas off.  It only took a second to strip, as he
had no socks or underwear on.  Then he happily climbed back onto the laps
of Daddy and Reese, this time sitting with his little butt on Reese's lap
and his bare back against Reese's naked chest.  Now they were skin to skin.
Dewey and Reese both sighed.

Hal sighed too, and still tearing up, rubbed his boys all over while
kissing the tops of their heads.  Dewey leaned in and pressed his cheek
against his father's chest.  Reese alternately squeezed Dewey in a hug with
both arms, then rubbed him up and down from his neck, all the way down his
chest and stomach until he gently would run in to the top of Dewey's little
penis.  Sometimes, he would add a gentle kiss on Dewey's cheek or neck.  He
wondered why it took so long for him to realize what a nice, cute little
brother he had.

"Honey," (Hal couldn't resist showing off) "c'mere and look at your boys!"
He was beaming with pride.  Lois came in and beamed too.  Then she stopped
and thought a second, "What are these boys up to?  What have they done?"
She opened her mouth to speak but then stopped herself (no small task for
Lois).  Hal was happy and she wasn't going to spoil that for him.  Whatever
they did, she would find out later and they would pay for it.  For now, let
Hal enjoy his moment.  "Well look at my sweet little boys!" she said,
kissing all three of them on top of the head.  And then, "It's about TIME
you boys showed your father a little appreciation!"

Malcolm could finally take no more.  "This is sickening!" he said in
disgust.  "I'm going to my room!"

"Yeah, and you can clean up all those clothes you threw on the floor while
you're in there!" his mother shouted after him.

"But I didn't—"

"GO!" shouted his mother and Malcolm stormed off.

Reese, Hal and Dewey just stayed where they were, still smiling.  In fact
they stayed like that for over an hour—until Lois called them to dinner.
Dewey just got up and went to the table naked.  Upon rising, Reese realized
that the little child's speedo he was wearing was really tight.  So he
squirmed himself out of it and sat at his place naked as well.  Lois was
about to yell at them for coming to the table naked, but then, to be
honest—and she always tried to be honest—she couldn't see what it
really hurt.  But wait—what if company came to the door?  Ha!  That's a
laugh—they never got company.  "Reese, pick that swimsuit up and put it
in your room!" she said.  "We're not savages around here."

Malcolm passed a naked Reese in the hallway, and when he got to the table
saw that Dewey was naked also.  "What's wrong with this family?!  Why is
everybody naked?" he screamed.  "I guess they just felt like it, son," Hal
replied calmly.  "Well if THEY get to be naked, then I get to be naked
TOO!" Malcolm cried, ripping all his clothes off and throwing them on the
kitchen floor.  "Of course you can be naked honey," said Lois.  "You're a
cute boy, and you've got nothing to be ashamed of.  But put your clothes
away in your room."

"Wait, wait, wait," said his Father.  "First, before we do anything else,
we're going to say grace."  "Grace?!" screamed Malcolm inside his head.
"GRACE??!!  The only time we every say grace is at Thanksgiving!"  But he
looked at the table and the rest of his family was sitting there with a
pleasant expression, their heads dutifully bowed, patiently waiting for
Malcolm to sit down.  So he sat his little naked body down.  And his father
began grace by thanking God for his sons...

All three of the boys stayed naked until bed time.  Reese and Dewey
obviously enjoyed the freedom it gave their little bodies, running around,
wrestling, playing with Legos.  Malcolm couldn't decide if he liked it or
not.  It was kind of cool to be allowed to be freely naked all night in the
house.  But it was kind of weird, too.  A couple of times he almost got
dressed, but then he would have been the odd one out among his brothers.
And although he told himself he didn't care what they thought about them,
deep down he did.  And even deeper down, he KNEW that he did.

When it came time to go to bed, it was obvious that his brothers were going
to stay naked.  But Malcolm put his briefs back on.  He didn't think he
would be able to get to sleep if he were totally naked.  What if someone
saw him?  What if he kicked all the covers off and his thingy did
that... thing... you know...?

"I wanna sleep with Reese!" said little Dewey.  "Okay," said Reese happily.
Now Reese had his own single bed but Dewey and Malcolm shared a double
bed—a hand-me-down from their parents.  Reese looked at his little bed,
then over at the boys' big bed.  "Malcolm, you can have my bed," said
Reese.  "Alright!" said Malcolm with triumph, then he paused.  "Wait a
minute.  What do I have to do for it?"

"Nothing," said Reese, who had already climbed into bed with Dewey.

"Nothing?" thought Malcolm.  "This is really weird.  I'll pay for it.  I'll
probably wake up covered in gasoline or something.  But this bed is nice.
Having my own bed is great!  Except Reese will probably throw me out onto
the floor in five minutes.  Oh why can't I ever enjoy anything?!"

Meanwhile, Reese and Dewey were already cuddled up, spooned together, happy
as they could be.  Lois came in to give Dewey his goodnight kiss.  "Smooch"
"Goodnight, honey," said Lois.  "Goodnight, Mommy," Dewey answered.
"Mommy," said Reese quietly, "where's my kiss?"  Lois walked around to the
other side of the bed and leaned down to kiss Reese, then she stopped and
stood up.  Then she leaned down and started to...  Then she stopped and
stood up again.  "Alright, Reese, now this is just weird!  What's going on
here?  What have you DONE?!"

"Yeah, Mom!" cried Malcolm.  "Something's really wrong with him!  He let me
have his bed and said I didn't even have to do anything for it!"

"WHY IS EVERYBODY BEING MEAN TO ME?!"  Reese burst into tears.  "I TRIED TO
BE NICE TO EVERYBODY ALL DAY AND THIS IS WHAT I GET!"  "Wow," thought
Malcolm, "I made Reese cry and I didn't even hit him."  "Reese, baby, I'm
sorry," said Lois, sitting down on the bed.  "Wait," thought Malcolm,
"she's apologizing?!  Mom never apologizes!"

"Reese," continued Lois, "it's just that you are so suddenly different.
Can't you see why I'm wondering what's going on?  I mean, I'm just really
curious—what's come over you?"

"Mr. Jones," said Reese, his sobs now starting to subside.

"Our new neighbor?  What's he got to do with it?"

"Well," said Reese (don't worry, Reese will never give away the big
secret), "he just made me feel really good, and I really like him.  And
then he told me I should go home and make my family feel really good, so I
did.  That's all."  He had stopped crying now.

"Oh Reese," said his mom.  "Honey, I'm sorry."  And she got some tissues
and wiped his eyes then held it under his nose for him to blow.  (I was
jealous when Reese told me that part.  Man, what a sick fuck I am!)

"Do you still want that kiss?" Lois asked.  "Uh-huh," Reese answered,
shaking his head.  Lois leaned down to give him a peck on the lips but as
she started to pull away, Reese leaned up and held the kiss for a few
seconds before he put his head back on the pillow.  "I love you, Mommy,"
Reese said.  "I love you too, honey," answered Lois, in just a little bit
of a daze.  "Malcolm," said Lois, "do you want a goodnight kiss too?"

"No...thank you," said Malcolm without moving.

"Alright.  Good night, sweetie," and she left the room.

"Hal!" she cried, almost dancing down the hallway.  "We finally have a
neighbor who LIKES our kids!"

"Oh?" said Hal.  "Does he KNOW our kids?"

"Well, he knows Reese and Reese is by far the worst one."

"True, honey.  That's true."

"I think that new Mr. Jones is going to be a good influence on these boys!"

And they snuggled together on the couch.  It had been a good day.


Coming in Chapter 6 -- Malcolm the Spy

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