Malcolm In The Middle

Malcolm's Tale

I was born with two older brothers, and then along came my little brother. We get along for the most part, but we all love to torture each other endlessly. Francis was born first. He's smart, in a way, and always getting in trouble. He was sent to military school at 16. Reese is the next oldest, as smart as a box of rocks, and as gifted for finding trouble as Francis. I'm the smart one, who hates getting in trouble and is about as emotionally stable as a rock perched on the tip of a needle. Then there is my little brother, Dewey, who is secretly gifted as well, but more for music and emotional stability.

While all my brothers and I are different, we all share quite a few physical and psychological traits as well.

All of us are fairly attractive. All my brothers have our dad's blond hair, while I have my mom's dark brown hair. We all have blue or blue-gray eyes. All of us are in good shape, too, like our parents. All all us boys have a penchant for proving others wrong. No matter what someone claims to us about ourselves, we'll go out of our way to prove them wrong. That's what let Jason get away with what he did.

See, when I was 13, Reese was 14, and Dewey was 9, and while Francis was 17 and away at military school, these new people moved in next door. They had a son about my age, Jason, and a daughter who was about five or six. My folks, being ostracized by the entire neighborhood - for good reasons, I might add - were desperate for friends. Having new neighbors was their chance at having friends next door, and they were going to do anything to make that happen.

So, when we were invited over for a cookout shortly after the new neighbors moved in, they jumped on it. They warned us boys to be on our best behavior, and that if we screwed this up there would be hell to pay. Now, Mom was great at paying out hell. I won't go into particulars, let's just say that all four of us boys were going to be providing therapists with yachts for decades.

Anyway, the cookout. It all started there.

At first it was just fine, I guess. Jason seemed okay, though his sister soon found out she loved the taste of Reese's flesh. She was biting him nearly constantly the entire day. Jason and I got along okay, though he had a real good way of making me look like a freak. Not a hard thing to do, granted, but he was excellent at it. By the end of the cookout, all our parents thought I was staring at his mom's breasts and couldn't control myself. Still, he was a next-door neighbor, and not a bad guy, so whatever.

The problem was that we ended up in a feud with the new neighbors. Well, our moms did. So we had to as well. On the face of it, anyway. Behind the scenes, Dad was spending time with Jason's dad, and I was hanging out with Jason. Reese sometimes joined us, but Jason had a way of making him feel like he had other things to do and he would take off. Jason could manipulate Reese like a master craftsman working his medium. It was a joy to watch!

Well, after a few days of sneaking around behind our mom's backs, a day came along when our parents were out doing things and had left all of us at home. Except Jason's little sister, who was with her parents for the day. That gave Jason and I a chance to mess around in his dad's man-cave. It was great! He had a big-screen TV, a cool stereo system, comfy couches, and all kinds of things in that little shed in their back yard. It was very nice. So Jason and I were watching one of his dad's movies and having fresh popped popcorn.

When the movie ended, Jason asked me, "So, you wanna see something extra cool?"

Now, that was usually said to Reese just before Jason did or said or showed him something that made him want to leave. When it was said to me, it was usually followed by an embarrassing statement made in front of others. But as we were alone, I wasn't concerned about that possibility.

So I said, "Sure. What?"

Jason got up from the sofa and fished around in the bookshelf, then brought back a VHS tape in a black plastic case. He handed it to me, so I opened it. It was titled, 'Debbie Does Dallas.'

"Is this a porno?" I squeaked.

Jason had his best 'trouble' grin as he nodded, then took the tape from my now shaking hands. He had it in the machine and had started it before I was able to even think of anything to say, so I was speechless as the movie began to play.

I had never seen anything like it! I mean, I'm a brain, so I'd seen plenty of clinical illustrations of nudity, and lots of medical drawings in books, and even a few color plates of actual sexual organs, but nothing like this!

I was 13, and an early bloomer. I was still short, so I didn't look it, but I had begun puberty nearly a year before. By now I had pubic hair, some underarm hair starting fuzz, I was battling zits, and I had B.O. and oily skin. I was also fully sexually capable, if you know what I mean. I was taking care of a certain physical and psychological urge on a daily basis. Sharing a room with two brothers meant I had to be inventive in finding times and places to take care of those urges. I managed just fine. For the most part.

However, the past couple of days I hadn't been able to dispel the urge. I'd even been nearly caught by Reese, which is always a disaster. Not that Reese didn't do that was well. I had long ago lost count of the many times I had actually caught Reese at it. He wasn't very bright, as I've mentioned. But he was very violent, and very capable of violence, so I never mentioned what I'd seen to anyone, and especially not to him, not even as a tease or for leverage. Still, we both knew the other was doing it. The point is, I'd been unable to quench the urge for nearly two days now. I guess I was spending too much time with Jason, too.

Anyway, there I was, watching my first porno, with a two-day build-up, with Jason.

"Is this great, or what?" he asked, grinning at me.

I looked away from the movie at him and nodded. I could feel my huge grin, and my burning-hot face. I could also feel my throbbing erection. I had recently switched to boxers from the boring, ordinary white briefs my mom insisted I wear. I'd gotten a few pairs with some money I'd earned doing chores for folks. So, wearing boxers and flimsy boarding shorts, I was showing.

Well, so was Jason. I mean, not that I meant to notice, I just sort of did as I looked at him and nodded. He was wearing a button-front shirt, but completely open, and boarding shorts like mine. And I could tell, almost instantly, that he was either wearing loose boxers too, or no underwear at all. I could easily see that he was completely erect too.

Now that I look back on it, I am sure he was intentionally showing it off. He was leaned back in the sofa, arms on the back of it, legs slightly apart, his shirt open and to the sides baring his chest and tummy, and impressively tenting those baggy boarding shorts.

Not wanting to be caught seeing his boner, I covered my lap with my hands as covertly as possible and looked back at the movie. It was... well... exciting! The actors did everything! Even some things I had thought were just rumors or exaggerations.

When it was finally over, he turned to me and asked, "So, what'cha think?"

"It was..."

What should I say? What would a normal, healthy teenaged boy say in that situation?

"Awesome," I finished.

"Want to see another one?"

What should I say? What would a normal, healthy teenaged boy say in that situation?

"Sure."

As he removed the tape and dug out another one, I was almost forced to notice a few things. Like his obvious erection, for one. His open shirt did nothing to hide it at all. Neither did his loose boarding shorts. He was not wearing anything under those shorts, I was certain now. As he moved from the shelves to the VCR I could see the tip of his penis pressing firmly against the material of those multicolored shorts, making a rounded tent protrusion that could not be missed. I wondered if he even noticed, or cared. He sure didn't seem to at all. Not even as he walked back to the sofa. He just smiled at me as he walked toward me, that tent leading the way by a couple of inches. He sat back again, smiling, arms on the back of the sofa, legs slightly apart, his tent so obvious it was embarrassing.

We watched the next one all the way through, not saying a word. I was furiously trying to think of a way to leave without being obvious about my intent to take care of the almost intolerable pressure I was building up. It was too embarrassing to admit to the real reason I wanted to leave so badly. I needed to get home and take care of it. But Reese was there, so I'd have to go somewhere else.

When the movie ended, Jason looked over at me and said, "Pretty wild, huh?"

"Uh, yeah," I admitted.

"I don't know about you, but I really have to take care of it. Like, right now."

"Huh?" I squeaked.

"You know. I need to do it."

"Do it?"

He couldn't be talking about masturbating... could he?

"You know!" he stated firmly, grinning, then moving his fist up and down above his lap. "Take care of it!"

"Oh, yeah. Me too," I slowly admitted, wanting to seem as normal as possible.

"Okay," he grinned, then lifted his ass up off the sofa and then slid his shorts down. Just like that. Like it was nothing.