Date: Sat, 25 Mar 2000 18:47:58 -0800 (PST)
From: Boylite <boylite@rickontv.com>
Subject: Malcolm on the Bottom Chapter 2

Malcolm on the Bottom
b/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.

Author's Note: Thanks for all the good responses to part 1. I
appreciate everyone's comments, and I hope I don't annoy anyone
by not responding individually to most of them, but I think the story
says about all I want to.



Life is unfair...

Chapter 2: Malcolm on Top

** Malcolm, aside: "A couple days ago I had sex with my brother
Reese. That still sounds weird, especially to me. I don't even like
Reese that much. But boy, did it feel good. Now I can't think of
anything else. And I can't tell anybody, I don't want anyone finding
out that I sucked his... you know. Down there. It's been all I can do
to just find out about sex without anybody finding out. I mean, I've
had sex now, so at least I should know a little about it, but I really
don't. Well, I guess that's what the Internet is for."

"I haven't even been able to talk to Reese. That's kinda a problem
when you share a room with two brothers- you get no privacy at all.
And my little brother Dewey isn't anyone I want to find out, either.

"Well, I dunno about that." **

It's dark in the boys' room. Tonight only Malcolm and Dewey are
here, Reese is off at a friend's. It's a warm night, and both boys are
clad only in white briefs. Malcolm is sweating, coating his slim
form with a glossy layer of moisture. He's awake, rolling around a
bit, as Dewey sleeps next to him.

Dewey is eight, a small, skinny blond boy. Like Malcolm, he's
sweating, moaning, and rolling around, but it seems to be from a
bad dream. Malcolm keeps trying to sleep, putting a pillow over his
face to cut off the sound, but it doesn't work. He gives up, wide
awake, thinking over what happened with Reese the other night.
Quickly, involuntarily, his small dick starts to rise.

He ignores it for a moment, rolling over on his stomach, but that
just makes it more uncomfortable. He rolls onto his back, sliding
his hand across his slick midsection, pausing only a second at the
waistband of his underpants before reaching in and touching his
boyhood. His little stiffy feels at home against his soft palm. The
warmth is nice, and the pressure on his little dickie feels terrific. He
starts stroking, quickly building up to the level Reese taught him.

He's sweating more now, breathing harder. With his left hand he
starts squeezing his nipples, tweaking each in turn and adding to his
fun. Before long the restriction of his jockey's is too much, and he
pauses to kick them off. The thin moonlight coming through the
open window catches his damp form with a silvery light. His
cocklet is as big as it's ever been, a little over three inches. His body
is hairless, smooth, with only a bit of muscle beginning to be
defined in his chest and legs. He doesn't know it yet, but Malcolm
is a very sexy young boy.

Malcolm is so wrapped up in the feelings from his crotch that he
doesn't even notice when Dewey wakes up. The smaller boy has
been having a bad dream, and he wakes up with a start. He feels
Malcolm moving next to him and rolls over to talk to his brother,
but keeps his mouth shut when he sees what Malcolm is doing in
the dark. The young boy has no idea why Malcolm is pulling on his
dink, but he's sure it's something  dirty. Still, it's fun to watch.
Malcolm's eyes are closed, and he's breathing really hard, his hand
moving really fast up and down his dickie.

Pressure builds quickly in the eleven year old, and before long he's
ready to burst. Trying to keep it going, Malcolm concentrates, but
he loses control with all his muscles tensing as his body spasms,
amazing feelings of pleasure bursting through his small form as his
dry orgasm crests.

Trying to calm his breathing, knowing that he's made too much
noise, Malcolm starts to come down. He turns toward Dewey,
hoping to see the boy sleeping soundly next to him. No such luck.

"That was cool, Malcolm. Can you do it again?" He was smiling,
almost giddy.

**Aside: "This is probably the point where I should just roll over
and die. Dewey... I mean, DEWEY just saw me jerk off. He's going
to tell everybody. I'm DEAD." **

"Go back to sleep, stupid. You were just having a dream."

** Aside: "He might just buy that. He's not that smart." **

"No, way. I wanna know what you were doing. Can I do it too?"

** Aside: "He's only eight, but for some reason that kind of excites
me." **

"Okay, but you have to promise that it's a big secret." Malcolm
doesn't think that Dewey will keep it, but he's got nothing to lose
now.

Dewey's face breaks open in a big grin. "Okay! Show me!" He's
being too loud, making Malcolm afraid that one of their parents will
hear them.

"Shh!. You have to keep quiet! And don't forget, it's a secret. If you
tell anybody I'm going to feed you to the Sasquatch under the bed."

Fear flashes over Dewey's face. "No! Don't do that. I'll be good, I
promise!"

Malcolm starts to relax a little. It dawns on him that he's sitting
naked on a bed with his baby brother, his little penis limp after its
exertion. Time to get it excited again. "Okay. You have to take your
underpants off." Dewey surprises him by not resisting at all; the kid
just kneels and slips his shorts down, then kicks them off the bed.

Dewey's hidden regions haven't hidden much. At eight, he's much
less developed than Malcolm, but he's still kinda cute. His dick is
tiny, pulled taut with his small sack. It's a tight little bunch between
his legs, the skinny boy totally smooth and hairless. Right now he's
soft, but as Malcolm watches the little prick bounces a bit as Dewey
flexes it involuntarily. There isn't a muscle visible on his body, but
Malcolm is starting to get turned on regardless, his little peter
starting to fill out again.

He needs to take charge, and it's good that he's playing with Dewey,
since he's the only one of his brothers smaller than Malcolm. "What
I was doing is called jerking off. It's a kind of sex. It's something
that you can do to make yourself feel really good."

"What's sex?"

Malcolm sighs. What a baby. "Sex is what two people do to feel
good. It's also where babies come from, when a man and woman do
it. But this is a different kind, something you can do by yourself. It's
called jerking off."

"Reese always calls me a jerk off. Isn't that a bad thing?"

"No, you dummy. Being a jerk off is bad, but jerking off is fun."

"Oh."

"Okay, this is what you do. You kinda wrap your fingers
around your dick, and rub it up and down. Don't do it too hard,
or you'll make it raw." Malcolm spent two days this week with
his pricklet to red and sore to touch, so he knows this all too
well now. "It should start to feel good pretty quick."

Dewey starts playing with himself, unconvinced that it will feel
good. Maybe Malcolm is just trying to get him to do this to
make him feel stupid, or something. Still, it does feel good, but
not good enough to make him jump around like Malcolm was
before.

"Is this right, Malcolm? Is something supposed to happen?"

Malcolm looks at the younger boy's lackluster efforts. "If you
keep doing it like that, you're never gonna cum."

"What's cum?"

Malcolm sighs again, forgetting that a week earlier he had no
idea what it was. Right up until Reese gave him a mouthful of
sperm. "Cumming is when you sorta finish. It's also called a
'climax', and it's about the best thing you can feel."

"Can you help me, Malcolm? I wanna cum, but I can't." Dewey
is whining now, acting just as young as his eight years.

** Aside: "This is where I'm supposed to tell him he's too
young. Where I'm supposed to be the stern older brother, and
make him stop. But he's *cute*, and I want someone else to
play with..."  **

"Okay, Dewey, I'll help you, but your gonna have to return the
favor. I'll make you cum, but then you're going to have to help
me."

"Okay." Dewey doesn't have any idea what Malcolm has in
mind for 'helping', doesn't know that the older boy has started
looking at his brother's ass too closely over the past week.

"Lie back on the bed." Dewey complies, his arms out, his little
dick sticking up less than three inches from his scrawny form.
Malcolm moves closer to him, leaning over the kid. He reaches
out with one hand, gently caressing the soft skin in front of
him. Dewey giggles, but stops when Malcolm gives him a
nasty look. Malcolm's hand works over the smaller boy,
rubbing his smooth, hairless chest and stomach, slowly
working toward his little dink. Dewey is breathing harder now,
willing to accept anything Malcolm tells him, already liking the
way this feels.

Malcolm reaches Dewey's dick, taking it into his hand. The
smaller boy gasps, enjoying the feeling. Malcolm gently
strokes it, pulling the skin back and forth over the stiff insides.
Dewey is actively groaning now, beginning to understand what
it's all about.  His brother keeps stroking him for a minute as
pressure builds inside Dewey, then backs off.

"Malcolm! Why'd you stop?"

"Just relax, dork. I'm gonna do something even better. But you
have to promise to let me do something that will feel good to
me, too."

**Aside: "I'm going to go to Hell for this, I know it, but I
*really* want to know what fucking feels like. Is that really
wrong?" **

"I promise, I promise, just keep doing it, please?"

Malcolm smiles, then strokes the small penis again. His little
brother's nuts are tight up under it, and the whole thing looks
like it might make a nice mouthful. He liked sucking Reese off;
he knows Dewey won't be able to give him any jizz, but it
might still be fun. He lowers his mouth toward the little toy,
sticking his tongue out to make first contact. He licks down
Dewey's dick, bringing a gasp of delight from the younger boy.
He moves his body between the younger boy's legs, prime
position for what's to come.

Malcolm likes the taste of Dewey's fresh-washed cock,
continuing to bathe it with his tongue. He licks up and down,
swirling around the taut pole, licking the boy's nutsack and
inner thighs. Dewey's moaning constantly now, and Malcolm
knows this is the time to finish him off. With one move he
takes the whole thing into his mouth, the little member not
even filling him up. He bobs his head up and down, swirling
his tongue the whole time and pausing sometimes for a quick
swipe at the little boy's nuts. Dewey starts to thrash around as
Malcolm runs his hands up the kid's flanks, then takes his little
nipples in hand and squeezes. Every muscle in Dewey's body
tenses up, his whole young form spasming as he experiences
the first orgasm of his eight years.
Malcolm slows down, still gently working on the little prick,
but trying to cool off the softening member. He strokes the
boy's form, enjoying to softness of his skin, the total lack of
muscle tone in the kid. Slowly Dewey comes down from his
high, and Malcolm pulls off of his penis.

"That, Dewey, is cumming. Did you like it?"

The smaller boy is still panting. "That... that... felt... you used...
your mouth. That's gross, Malcolm. Do it... again?" He was
almost plaintive.

**Aside: "I think he liked it." **

"Uh uh, Dewey, you've got to make good on making me feel
good."

Even in the moonlight Malcolm can see the look of horror on
his little brother's face. "You want me to suck on yours,
Malcolm? I can't do that. Mommy always makes me wash my
*hands* whenever I touch down there; I don't like the way
soap tastes, I can't suck it."

Malcolm smiles a bit. "That's okay, Dewey, you don't have to
suck on it. I have something else in mind." His brother's
eyebrows go up. "Just relax, I know what I'm doing. You'll like
it."

** Aside: "At least that's what all those stories on the Internet
say." **

"What are you gonna do, Malcolm?"

"Don't worry, it'll be okay."  Malcolm gets up from the bed,
going over to Reese's dresser to retrieve the older boy's tube of
KY. There's more than enough of the slippery gel for what he
wants to try. "Roll onto your stomach, Dewey." The little boy
looks at him funny, but complies. Malcolm grabs a couple
pillows. "Lift up." When Dewey does he stuffs the pillows
under the boy, leaving him bent over them, ass exposed.

Leaving the lube for a minute, Malcolm lets his hands roam
over the smooth form in front of him. The kid feels terrific, and
Malcolm knows that his first fuck is going to be a good one.
Reese's cock had felt good inside Malcolm, now he hopes that
his will feel as good to little Dewey. The small boy's rosebud
winks at him, the tight pink ring looking clean and ready for
him. Reese hadn't rimmed him, but Malcolm had read enough
to want to try that on Dewey. He lowers his face, a moment of
doubt crossing over him, hoping that the kid won't choose now
for a fart. Tongue extended, he makes contact.

Dewey's asshole is surprisingly tasteless, just a little of the
funkiness that Malcolm had tasted on his prick. The skin is as
smooth as the rest of the boy, and equally hairless. He works
his tongue around, accompanied by his brother's renewed gasps
of pleasure. After a minute, Malcolm's saliva loosens up
Dewey's ring, and the older boy begins to work in a finger.

It's tight, but there isn't much resistance to Malcolm's digit. He
gets it in to the second knuckle before Dewey even realizes
what it is, and by then it's started to feel good to him. He works
it around for a bit, continuing to loosen the virgin hole, getting
it ready for invasion.

Malcolm pulls out, reaching for the tube of lube. He knows it'll
take more than just a little spit to get the boy ready for him; he
doesn't want to hurt the boy, knowing his mother will find out
about anything that hurts Dewey. With a gob of lube in place,
Malcolm returns to the snug hole, this time working two
slippery fingers in. Dewey likes it, enjoys the feeling of his big
brother feeling him up back there. Once in a while Malcolm
hits something deep inside him that makes him gasp; he wants
more of that.

After only a couple of minutes Malcolm slips in a third finger,
knowing that many worked on his ass for Reese. The smaller
boy is totally relaxed, loving the sensation of being finger
fucked. Malcolm keeps it up for another few minutes, then
decides he's ready.

He pulls back, taking his hand away from his brother. Dewey's
head is buried in the bed; he's not even watching as Malcolm
lubes up his cock, looking bigger to him that its usual three
inches. With a good coating in place he straddles the boy,
lining up his prick with the pink rose between his brother's
cheeks. The slim form looks beautiful to Malcolm, the
moonlight highlighting Dewey with a cool glow.

The boy doesn't even flinch as the head of Malcolm's dick
makes contact. There's no resistance at all as he pushes in.
Pleasure enfolds him, his boyhood becoming the center of his
existence as waves of wonder work out from his prick. He
eases all the way into the smaller form, pushing deep until his
bare pubes are pushing against Dewey's asscheeks. Balls deep
in his brother, Malcolm leans forward, covering the boy. He
holds most of his weight up on his elbows, but lowers his face
right next to his brother's. Front against back, skin to skin with
his little brother feels great. The feelings coming from his dick
are almost too much to take, but Malcolm wants to draw them
out as long as he can.

Dewey feels his brother's breath, looking over at the older boy's
face only a few inches away. He sees one of he brother's hands,
then turns and sees the other. "Malcolm? If your hands are up
here, what's down there?"

"Shhh, it's okay, Dewey. That's my dick."

The younger boy nods for a second, then his eyes pop open.
"Malcolm!" He's shouting. Malcolm knows that he'll have to
shut him up, or else be caught fucking him. Fighting the
suddenly moving boy under him, enjoying the feeling of
Dewey's ass, he puts a hand over the kid's mouth.

"Quiet, Dewey, you'll wake up Mom!" He relaxes a little as he
sees Dewey understanding the problem. "We can't let her catch
us like this." Dewey shakes his head, agreeing. "Just relax,
you'll like this. You liked my fingers, and you liked my dick
before you know what it was, right?" Dewey nods. "Then you'll
like this. It feels so good, Dewey, you have to let me, please?
Just let me fuck you this once? You said you'd do what I want."

Dewey thinks for a second, then nods. "Okay, but you never
said you were gonna FUCK me." He'd heard the word before,
but never knew what it meant anyway.

The short conversation gave Malcolm's cock a moment to
relax. It's still as stiff as every, but he's not ready to pop
anymore. He's ready now.

He pulls back, able to feel every millimeter of his boyhood
rubbing inside his brother. The tight ring of muscle holds onto
him, squeezing pleasure into his cock. He's able to feel the
ridge of his cockhead pulling against Dewey's sphincter and
stops pulling back, holding him for a second before pushing
back in.

Dewey's relaxed a little, and begins to enjoy the feelings inside
him again. It doesn't hurt, it just feels big and full and good.
Each of Malcolm's thrusts into him feel like they're going to
push right up his throat, but somehow that feels good. His little
pricklet, pushed into a pillow, feels terrific, and if Malcolm
keeps this up Dewey knows he's gonna "cum" again.

Malcolm does keep it up. He builds up a slow rhythm, working
his dick in and out of Dewey's ass, instincts quickly teaching
the eleven year old how to fuck. His slight muscles ripple, the
sweat on his body glistening in the moonlight. He can smell
just a touch of unfamiliar body odor on himself now, and it
turns him on even more. He strokes his brother's upper body,
loving the feel of the smooth sweaty skin of Dewey's shoulders
and upper arms. The younger boy is gasping with his own
delight, the sounds helping Malcolm along to his orgasm.

His cock is starting to throb in the tight love tunnel, and he
knows it won't be long. He wants to hold out, wants to stay
inside Dewey forever, but he can't. The waves of pleasure
begin to crest, the friction of his boyhood inside his brother
becomes too much, and suddenly Malcolm feels his body
tense. He spasms, driving his dick as far into the little boy as he
can, his fingers digging into Dewey's shoulders. The boy
shudders under him, his own second orgasm coursing through
him.

The two boys are rigid for minutes, each gasping and panting
as he comes down from his high. They'd have stayed that way
longer, but the unmistakable sound of footsteps hits them both
at the same time. Malcolm rolls off his brother, his softening
pricklet pulling free with an audible snap. They snatch at the
bedsheets, managing to cover their nakedness just as their
mother opens the door and flips on the light.

Lois sees her two youngest, sweaty and tangled in the bed
clothes. They've been fighting, she just knows it.

"Honestly you two, I'm sick of this. You're brothers, you have
to learn to get along, damn it, not fight every time you're alone
together. Whatever it is, you two make up, right now!"

The boys look at each other. Only Malcolm speaks. "You're
right Mom, we were being stupid. I'm sorry, Dewey."

Dewey catches on quick. "I'm sorry too, Malcolm. I love you."

"I love you too, little brother." He rolls over, careful to stay
covered, and hugs the smaller boy, enjoying the feel of smooth
skin against him even as his mother looks on.

She's suspicious, but can't figure out why. "That's better. You
two stay like that, and go to sleep. No more of that fighting!"
The light goes off, the door closes, and footsteps recede down
the hall.

"Whew. I thought we'd had it." Malcolm keeps a hold of
Dewey, still liking the contact.

Dewey does, too. "And we can't stop it, Malcolm. Mom said to
stay this way." He's got a smile on his face.

**Aside: "There it is. I've just been the fucker for the first time,
and I hope it's not the last. I kinda tricked Dewey into it, and I
guess that wasn't that nice, but he liked it in the end. And I
liked it in his end, too.


End of Chapter 2.

Stay tuned for Chapter 3, the finale, Malcolm in the Middle,
with a special appearance by big brother Francis.