Date: Mon, 28 Feb 2000 19:02:11 -0800 (PST)
From: Richard Farnesworth <boylite@rickontv.com>
Subject: Malcolm on the Bottom, t/b

Malcolm on the Bottom
t/b incest anal oral fictional characters

By Boylite  <boylite@rickontv.com>

This story is fictional. No real boys have been harmed in the writing.
Certain characters have been based on ones created by Linwood Boomer and
copyrighted by Regency Entertainment. The television show "Malcolm in the
Middle" is copyright 2000 by Twentieth Century Fox Television, Regency
Entertainment, and Monarchy Enterprises.

If you're too young to read this wherever you reside, or if reading this
strikes you as a mortal sin, then stop and go away before you go to jail
or Hell.

This version is slightly revised from versions posted on newsgroups.


Life isn't fair...
Chapter 1: On the Bottom


"Reese!"

"Reese!"

The sound is a screech rising above the din of the television. Reese and
Malcolm look at each other, each wondering what the older boy has
done to deserve that sound. Neither makes any move to turn down the
TV, though.

"Reese! Dammit, boy, I'm calling you!"

Malcolm reaches for the remote, muting the TV. "What did you do,
butthole? You're gonna get us both in trouble."

His brother looks confused, which isn't too unusual. "I don't think I did
anything..." he trails off.

"That's what you said after you tried teaching Dewey how to swim with
the boat anchor tied to his ankle."

"Well, that's how Francis taught me to swim," he says, defensively.

Their mother bursts into the room. She is topless, her sagging breasts
bouncing with her loping stride. She is a mess, her hair everywhere,
with a clean blouse dragging behind her on the floor.

"Reese! I've been calling you! Were you just going to wait until I came
all the way down here before you answered?"

He grimaces a bit. "Well, I..."

"Don't worry about that now. I've got to get ready to go out to dinner.
You're in charge of Malcolm until your father and I get home."

The two boys look at each other, both now confused. Malcolm picks it
up first. "You're going out? To dinner? And I have to stay with
butthole?

Their mother struggles into her blouse, then starts to fasten her bra
overtop. She's almost got it done before she realizes the mistake and
bares all again. "Yes. We didn't tell you before now so that you
wouldn't have time to plan something stupid for while we're out. It'll
only be for a couple of hours, and the house better still be here when
we get back." She rights her outfit and begins casting about for her
purse. "And don't call your brother a butthole. He's the only brother...
wait, that's not right, you've got others. Call him a butthole if you
want."

** Malcolm turns away from them, speaking to no one in particular. "I
hate it when they do things like this. Besides the fact that I can't stand it
when they leave Reese in charge. I wish Francis were back from
military school. It's always fun to see him. Though most of the time I
just wish I was an only child, except then I'd be the only one for mom
to focus on." **

Reese has real pain on his face. "But mom! I wanted to go out tonight! I
can't stay here and watch the little jerks."

She's almost ready, hunting only for her keys. "Tough, kiddo. You're
the oldest one here, so you get the duty. Next weekend Francis will be
home, he can deal with it. And it's only one jerk, you only have to deal
with Malcolm."

"Where's Dewey?" they both ask.

She flips her hand absentmindedly. "Ah, I left him tied up behind the
Rosen's. That was the only way I could get Sherry Rosen to baby-sit
him. She wouldn't deal with even that for you two monsters, so you're
on your own. There's some leftover meatloaf in the fridge. It better be
gone when I get home." With that she takes inventory of herself and
runs out the door. The car can be heard screeching away.

Malcolm and Reese flop back down, the tension draining. The smaller
boy hits the remote and the sound blares again.

After a few minutes Malcolm looks at his brother. "So why aren't you
beating me up or something?"

Again, Reese shows confusion. "Why would I do that?"

"Because you *always* do when we're left alone."

Reese is thoughtful for a second. Then he smiles. "Oh, yeah, I do."
Pulling back his arm, he begins to pummel the boy.

** Aside, Malcolm says, "Maybe I shouldn't have reminded him of
that..." **

Reese stops, looking down at the boy cringing under him. "Hey,
Malcolm, I know something else we could try..."

The smaller boy is happy for the respite, but worried. "I'm not gonna
eat that meatloaf, Reese, I don't care how much you beat me."

"No, numbnuts, something fun. Something that Francis showed me that
they do at his school. Come on." With that he drags the smaller boy
upstairs to his bedroom.

"Reese, what are we gonna do?" Fear fills his cool blue eyes.

"Don't worry, Malcolm, you'll like this." Then he starts tugging at the
11 year-old's belt.

Malcolm pulls back. "No, I'm not kidding. What are you doing?"

**Aside, "I'm really not kidding."**

"Francis taught me how they make each other feel really good,
Malcolm. He likes it, and now I want to show you."

"Is this some kind of fag trick, Reese? If it is, I'll kill you."

"You and what army, squirt? So what if it's queer? It feels really good."
For once, a bit of understanding dawns on his face. "And Mom and
Dad would hate it if they knew about it."

**Aside, Malcolm is the one who cringes. "He always knows my weak
points."**

Malcolm relaxes just a bit. "Okay, show me. But if I tell you to, you
gotta stop, right?"

Reese smiles. "Sure. Whatever you say."

The thirteen year-old pulls his t-shirt over his head, revealing the
skinny body that Malcolm's seen before. His nipples are small, about
the size of nickels, his ribs visible under the skin. Muscled Reese is not.
No hair graces his body, just smooth boy skin. "Take off your clothes
too, Malcolm." Reese kicks off his shoes, then undoes his pants and
drops them. He steps out, reaching down to pull of his socks. Clad only
in plaid boxers he moves toward the bed.

Malcolm looks him over. His brother is actually kind of cute, though
he's never really looked at him that way before. The small boy is
teetering right on the edge of puberty, and hormones have begun to
push him over that edge. Reese is only a few inches taller, less than two
full years older. His arms have some nice definition, and his legs show
muscles that have built up in years of running from his mother.
Malcolm notices that the boy's boxers have a nice bulge, and his brother
is getting a little stiff.

"Come on, Malcolm. Strip."

** "I should know better than this..." **

But he begins to strip anyway. His shirt peels off, showing even less
muscle than the older boy. His own pants and sneakers follow, leaving
him in white briefs that match his brother's. The younger boy has much
less of a bulge, but it's growing by the second. Reese has always
thought Malcolm was kinda cute, but only as his own adolescence has
progressed has it really started to bother him. They looked a lot alike,
with brown hair almost dirty blond, slim builds, and blue eyes, but Reese
thought he was just ordinary. His little brother, though, was gorgeous.
It was the eyes, of course. Everyone noticed Malcolm's eyes. Icy blue,
but lively, friendly, cute. Reese wanted them.

He flops over on the bed, pulling his little brother along. They wrestle
for a minute, each enjoying the skin on skin contact, each young penis
growing harder by the second.

"Reese, I'm really not sure about this..."

"Oh, come on, Malcolm. Francis likes it, and I think you will, too."

With that he rolls on top of Malcolm, grinding his crotch into the young
boy. Malcolm fights for a second, and then relaxes. Reese leans down,
not being as rough, and kisses the smaller boy. Their lips lock,
Malcolm resisting for just a second before giving in to the feelings
coming from his lower parts. Reese's lips are soft and mobile, and after
a moment he feels the older boys tongue trying to get into his mouth.
Another second's resistance and he opens to it, feeling the muscular
organ push past his lips. After that, he's lost.

The two boys roll around, their young parts as hard as they can get.
Neither comes up for any air for quite a while. When they break, each
is panting.

"This is what they do in military school?," Malcolm asks, incredulous.

"Francis says that they're all pansy-assed fags. But he's one too."

**Aside, "Who'd have seen that coming?" **

Reese pushes his younger brother back down onto the bed, then pulls at
the smaller boy's underpants. They pull away, revealing his small
boner. Reese bets that the same thing Francis did on him the week
before will work on the smaller boy. Even if Malcolm is the smarter one.

Malcolm's little organ is hard as a board, about three inches long. He's
circumcised, though Reese doesn't have a clue about what that means
yet. The head is bright pink, the skin smooth, blending down to the
boy's hairless crotch. His balls are small, their tight little sack pulled up
under the little stiffy. He studies this toy for a moment, then reaches out
and begins sliding his hand up and down the organ.

"What are you doing?  Wha... how... but... don't... how... no... keep
doing that."

Reese smiles, knowing the kid is hooked. He keeps stroking, his thumb
and forefinger easily circling his brother's dink. "You like this, right
Malcolm?"

The little one is panting, the pressure already building in his immature
parts. "Yes, god, Reese. Please... keep... doing... that." For a second his
friend Stevie flashes through his head, his own speech suddenly
sounding like the handicapped boy. Could he feel like this? Is that why
he talks that way?

Then all conscious thought leaves Malcolm. A new feeling flows from
his small cock, something warmer and wetter. With all the effort he can
muster, Malcolm looks down the length of his body, seeing his
brother's head buried in his crotch.

Reese is sucking his dick!

Some part of the cute boy wants to stop his brother, but that isn't the
part in charge right now. He flops back, letting the waves of pleasure
ripple across his young form. Without thinking about it the little boy
reaches his own nipples and pinches them, feeling a new kind of fun
course through him. Moans escape his lips as his brother pleasures him,
feelings building from a place Malcolm has never known inside
himself. Pressure builds and builds, and suddenly he starts to panic.

"Stop it, Reese!" That takes almost all he can muster. "I think I'm
gonna pee!" Then it's gone, the pressure bursting out from his little
cocklet, a feeling like his whole lower body is twisted inside out.
Malcolm bounces around on the bed. He trembles for a moment,
feeling shocked, as Reese pulls his mouth away but keeps stroking his
new toy, keeping it almost stiff.

Finally, Malcolm regains a little of his wits. "What the HELL was
that?"

His older brother smiles up at him sweetly. "What was what? Oh, that,
little brother? Well, I guess I can teach you something, sometimes,
huh?"

Recovering, Malcolm smiles. "I wish you could teach me something
like that everyday. What was it?"

"You know about sex, right? That men and woman get naked, and do
things?" Malcolm nods, he's heard bits, and even seen movies with
people grinding around naked, but he's never really figured out what
they're doing. "Well, that was part of it. That was a blow job. It's
supposed to be a woman doing it, but a guy can, too. And the end
there? That's called cumming. When you get older, stuff comes out of
your dick then, and that's what makes a baby."

Malcolm gets it then, the words he's read about sperm coming back to
him. "That's the sperm stuff, right? Don't I have any? I'm a boy, right?"

"No duh, dipsqueak. But you have to be older. You have to be a man,
like me."

"You're not a man."

"I can make sperm."

"Show me." Malcolm thinks he has Reese, this time.

"Okay, but you have to do what I did."

"You want me to suck it? No WAY!"

Reese looks hurt. "Come on, Malc. You gotta. I'm all hard, and I did it
for you."

Malcolm thinks for only a second. "Okay." Reese falls back on the bed,
and Malcolm moves toward the older boy's crotch. His shorts are tented
out, giving Malcolm an idea of how big the boy is. Doubts set in, but he
keeps going. He touches the shorts, catching his fingers in the
waistband. With a deep breath, he pulls them down.

Reese's cock flops free, springing  up to smack onto his stomach. The
organ is bigger than Malcolm's, maybe almost five inches, and a thin
layer of curly brown hair coats his crotch above Reese's cock. His nuts
are much bigger than the younger boy's, fuller, and his sack is a little
looser, even though it's pulled up now.

"Wow. It's big." Malcolm is impressed.

Reese smiles. "Thanks. When you get hair, that's when you get sperm."

"Oh." The smaller boy starts to play with the organ, surprised to
feel it getting even stiffer. The skin is so soft and squishy, but the
insides are so hard. It's weird. His cockhead is darker than
Malcolm's, almost purple, and even from a foot away Malcolm
can notice the scent. It's musky, but not dirty. He sort of likes it.
He begins as Reese did with him, wrapping his hand around the
organ and stroking. Reese moans, so Malcolm knows he's doing
it right. He keeps going for a minute, still trying to decide if he
really wants to suck the big thing.

Reese is panting a bit now. "Please, Malcolm? Please suck it?"

**Aside, "I KNOW that I shouldn't do this. I KNOW this is
wrong. But it felt so good when he did it to me..." **

"Okay.  I'll try it."

Reese smiles a bit. "Thanks. You're the best. But watch out for
teeth, and go easy."

"I'll try." Nervously he leans down, breathing in the scent of his
brother's crotch. It's not really as bad as he'd expect, considering
that it is Reese, after all. He must have washed up recently. With
the big cock staring back at him with its one eye, Malcolm
extends his tongue and gets his first taste of cock.

It's not that bad. Musky, like the smell, and kinda meaty. Better
than the meatloaf. Experimentally he licks down the length,
feeling his brother shudder. A few more licks and it's slick with
his spit, shiny. He's ready for more. Malcolm opens wide and
engulfs the tool, knowing instinctively that the deeper he can get
it the better it will feel for Reese. Without expecting it, he gets
the whole thing in his mouth, the head just hitting into his throat
as his nose is buried in Reese's pubic hair. Cool.

The taste is okay, better than that really. It feels good, and he's
even gotten to like the smell. Ready now, Malcolm closes down
a little, bringing his whole tongue in contact with the prick in his
mouth. Reese moans, twisting on the bed. Malcolm smiles
around his cock, oddly happy that he can make his brother make
that noise. He pulls back, careful with his teeth, until just the
head of it is still in his mouth. He gives it a little flick with his
tongue and dives back down.

Reese is in ecstasy. Francis blew him once, just to get him to
return the favor. Malcolm is much better than Francis. Francis
also wanted to fuck him, something Reese is now dying to try
with his little brother. Right now, though, all that matters is the
little mouth sucking his prick. He runs his fingers through the
smaller boy's hair, encouraging him. It won't be long now.

Malcolm is having a great time. He's surprised to discover that he
really likes having a cock in his mouth, and his own little pricklet
is getting hard again. He keeps bouncing up and down, liking
Reese's fingers in his hair, discovering that he's a born
cocksucker.

Reese's moans are building, and he knows it won't be long. "I'm
gonna cum soon, Malc. Take it all." Malcolm still isn't too sure
what that means, but suddenly Reese's whole body stiffens. He
flops around a bit, and then something warm and salty is filling
Malcolm's mouth. Squirt after squirt shoots out of the older boy's
cock. Malcolm isn't sure about it, but he hangs on as Reese
writhes around, rewarded with his first ever mouth full of sperm.
Once he's over the shock of it, Malcolm kind of likes it, running
his tongue over the softening cock to catch the last dribbles. He
swallows a little, swirling the rest inside his mouth. He lets the
cock slip out, but holds some of the sperm.

He does like it. He keeps it in his mouth, enjoying the flavor.
Reese sees his brother's mouth still working and knows what the
boy is doing; it must be a family thing; he really liked the taste of
Francis' cum, too. Interested, he pulls the smaller boy to him as
his orgasm fades. He takes the boy in his arms, lining up with his
mouth, and kisses him. Malcolm opens up right away, rewarding
Reese with a taste of the remains of his own semen, mixed with
his brother's saliva. It's lots better than the dinner mom left for
them.

They hold each other for a few minutes, Reese beginning to
notice the hard little prick pressing into his stomach. His own
won't be ready again for a couple of minutes, but it's time to
move on to the next phase with Malcolm. He extricates himself,
standing and going to the dresser. He's stashed the tube that
Francis left him there, and now it's time to try it. Malcolm isn't
really watching him, doesn't see him drop it next to the bed.

Reese joins his brother again, moving to pleasure the smaller
boy's cock. It's redder now than it was, angry looking. Reese
strokes it for a second, then swallows it. Malcolm moans, the
pleasure beginning again. His brother keeps sucking for a
minute, then pulls off.

"Don't stop, Reese, please? I'll do it for you again."

Reese smiles. "It's okay. I just want to try something else." He
retrieves the tube from the floor, Malcolm not recognizing it.
Reese opens it, squeezing a bit of lube onto his fingers. "You'll
like this. Really."

Malcolm wouldn't have believed it a little earlier, but he trusts
Reese. The older boy, awkward with some kind of goop on one
hand, positions himself back between Malcolm's legs. "Lift up,"
Reese says, and the smaller boy does, letting Reese put a pillow
behind his back. He gets his brother's legs over his shoulders, his
mouth positioned again in front of Malcolm's little cock. Reese
goes down on it again, but at the same time he works his hands
under the kid's hips, down to his ass.

The skin is warm, soft, and smooth. It feels great to his dry hand,
massaging its own way around the little globes. His lubed fingers
quickly slide their way to their target, reaching out to Malcolm's
tight pucker.

"What are you doing, Reese?" Malcolm is a little scared at this
feeling.

"Relax, little brother. You'll like this." He continues, as gently as
Francis had been with him, gently circling the little rosebud,
working the lube into his tender skin. Malcolm does relax, and
Reese takes the next step, slowly working a finger into the boy's
asshole itself. There's a moment of tension, but Malcolm gives
in, and soon Reese's finger is sliding inside the boy. His little
cock is harder than ever, and the kid's moans are increasing.
Reese quickly slides a second finger into the hole, pushing both
deep inside to the spot Francis had taught him about. Malcolm
doesn't really like the stretching, but before he can complain it's
all replaced by a totally new kind of pleasure as Reese's fingers
seem to open him up all over again. They touch something inside
him that sends little shocks through his small body, making him
writhe around, starting those feelings in his prick and balls again.

After only a moment of it, Malcolm can't take any more. Every
muscle in his body tenses, his body dry-firing as his powerful
orgasm hits. Reese's fingers hurt, trapped inside his ass, but he
waits, knowing it won't last. As the boy starts to come down he
resumes his ministrations, feeling the boy relax around him,
prick softening, muscles caving in.

"Wow."  That's all Malcolm can get out for a minute. "Why
doesn't everybody know about this?"

Reese keeps working on the tight boyhole. "Francis said most
people think this is wrong. We can't tell anybody."

"People are stupid."

"Yeah."

Malcolm starts to notice what Reese is doing to him. "Do you
really like having your fingers up my butt, Reese?"

"I want to put more than that up there, kid." Malcolm frowns at
him. "You ever hear of buttfucking?"

The frown stays in place. "Yeah, but you don't really mean..."
Realization dawns, his pretty eyes opening wide. "No way, you
can't put your... your... you can't do that."

"Come on, little bro. It's not that bad."

"What do you mean? You've done it?" He's incredulous at the
idea.

Reese nods. "Francis did it to me. It hurt a little, at first, but it
feels really good. You like my fingers, right?" He wiggles them,
making Malcolm shudder with the little burst of prostate
pleasure. "It's just like that, only a little bigger. More full. Please,
Malcolm?"

** Aside: "I really don't know about this part. I mean, I sucked
his dick, but I'm not sure I want it in my... my... my... oh, my.
Well, what the hell." **

"Okay, but you have to go easy."

Reese's grin is a mile wide. "I'll be gentle with you, my little
virgin." That was the same thing Francis had said to him. It
wasn't too much of a lie.

Reese pulls back a little, adds some lube to his fingers. He
kneels between Malcolm's legs, lifting them up onto his
shoulders. The kid's butt is perfect, totally free of blemishes or
anything. Francis had fucked Reese, but hadn't returned the
favor. Malcolm is going to be the first piece of ass he ever had,
and it looks terrific. He works plenty of lube into the boy's
opening, then coats his cock with more. Ready now, he leans
forward, lining up his tool with the little red rosebud. There's
almost a shock when he makes contact.

** Aside: "I'm not ready for this. I can't do this. Oh, god, I'm
doing this!" **

Reese pushes into him, the head of his cock popping easily into
his little brother. Malcolm feels a quick flash of pain, then just
feels full. The cock keeps sliding into him, more and more of his
brother's love tool filling his butt. In only a second it's pushing
against that good spot, making his whole body tingle, then he
feels Reese's pubic hair against his butt. It tickles a little against
his skin, chilled by the cool air of the bedroom.

Reese's eyes are closed, every bit of his consciousness focused
on the meat pole inside his brother. Every nerve ending in his
body is being stimulated by the feelings from inside that warm
moist hole, the tightness of the muscles gripping his prick
amazing. Part of him wants to stay just like that, but from
somewhere else comes the need to get more, to let loose and
*fuck* his virgin partner. He tries to control it, letting it build at
first as he pulls out of the boy, then slides back in, but the
pleasure is too much. His hands on Malcolm's shoulders, the
warmth and weight of the smaller kid's legs on his, Reese begins
to pump. After only a couple of thrusts he loses control and
begins pistoning the boy. Even more waves of feeling spread
from his cock, his body focuses on it, focuses on his brother's
soft body.

Malcolm is feeling a little pain from Reese's attack, but it isn't
bad compared with the feelings inside him. His insides feel like
rubber, being kneaded by his big brother's big cock. The smaller
boy starts to push back in time with the tool invading his body,
trying to drive it deeper. His little cocklet is hard again, his own
orgasm approaching.

Reese loses control as Malcolm begins moving in time with him,
all of his muscles tensing. He squeezes his brother, not caring
about the bruises that would soon rise. Everything is about his
cock, and the pressure building inside his balls. Waves flow
outward, rebounding and refocusing on his prick until he can't
take any more.

With a shout and a final spasm, Reese cums inside Malcolm, jets
of boy-joy juice spraying the virgin bowels of the cute boy.
Malcolm's own orgasm begins then, his third dry spasm of the
night. The clamping muscles of his ass hold his brother in place,
both rocking with the feelings spreading from their nether
regions.

Minutes pass as the two boys hold each other. Welts and
scratches are raised on each of them, blood even leaking from
one deep scratch that Malcolm can't remember making on the
older boy's chest. He traces his finger along it, suddenly in love
with the feeling of skin on skin. The slowly relax, both silent, as
they lower themselves to the bed. Reese's cock softens, sliding
out of his brother's rectum followed by a little trail of cock-drool.
It drips down, suddenly attracting Malcolm's attention.

"Look what you did to my bed, you dickhead! Now mom'll find
out!"

"Not if you lick it up." With that, Reese grabs the brother he
loves so much, driving his face into the damp spot on the bed.
"Lick it up, cocksucker." Malcolm does, again enjoying the taste
of his brother's slime, now mixed with the flavor of his own
insides. "Now we're going to take a shower, and you're going to
clean us both up, right, butthole?"

Malcolm giggles. "You're in charge," he says. He rises from the
bed, heading to turn on the shower, thinking about all the fun
they might have as a family.

**Aside: "You know, I'm starting to think that it might not be
such a bad thing to have three brothers after all. I know that I
want to fool around with Francis now, and Dewey's kind of cute.
Even if he does smell bad sometimes. We'll just have to shower
before and after." **


End of Chapter 1


Coming soon, if enough folks are interested: Chapter 2: Malcolm
on top.