MALCOLM IN THE MIDDLE-1
Hey, my name's Malcolm Mayfield and I'm from small white suburban town in Summersville NJ. I'm biracial (my mother's Irish/Polish mix while my dad's African American). I never knew my real father as he and my mother never married, she was just some white girl he was fucking while he cheated on his wife. My mom moved to Summersville from Philadelphia with my caucasian step father (John) when I was 2. He and my mom had another child (my little half sister -Claire) when I turned 5. My step father treated me differently than he did my sister, probably because I wasn't his biological offspring, but I could definitely always feel the difference in affection he showed her verses me. We never hugged, he never had anything remotely kind to say to or about me, he acted as if I didn't exist unless it was to chastise me, and he never called me "son", only Malcolm.
I grew up with a slight complex. My mom always told me that I was just as good as any of the white kids in the neighborhood, but I always felt different on the inside. No one in my area looked like me (not even my mother). I had a very fair light tan skin complexion with thick pink lips, a wide nose, and soft tight black curly hair in a world of pale white skin, blonde red brown or brunette hair, thin lips, and narrow noses. The only people I saw who even remotely resembled me were in the sports world, --football and basketball to be specific. It didn't help that some of the parents didn't want me playing with their children in the playgrounds or sandboxes when I was younger. As I got older and entered into elementary school, kids would chase me home and beat me up for no good reason while calling me hateful names I didn't understand. Mom said they were just jealous because I was so "special", but I didn't want to be special, I wanted to be just like everyone else.
Junior high was no better. From as far back as I could remember I was always an outcast. No one wanted me on their baseball or soccer teams, and no one sat beside me during lunch periods or recess. The only bright spot was when I was 14 and the new neighbors moved in next door. My mom noticed they had 2 teenaged boys near my age (15 and 17), so she was the first one to make friendly contact with them, becoming the friendly neighbor.
Mr and Mrs Hill were very nice to me, and allowed me to hang with their sons Brit and Brandon all the time. They were the only family that took me in (despite my differences), letting me sleep and eat over their house, hang out with them after school, play video games in their sons rooms, and even go on family trips to the beach and amusement parks. My mother was so happy that I'd finally gotten some real friends..., that I didn't have the nerve to tell her that Brit and Brandon were mean to me, --making me do nasty degrading things to them in order to be their friend.
It started one day when we were playing video games up in their room. Brit (the older one) told me that he'd heard from some boys in the neighborhood that I didn't know who my real daddy way, he said that he'd heard my mom was a whore and got gang banged by a bunch of black convicts and that my dad could be any one of a hundred men sitting on death's row! He and Brandon thought it was hilarious, while I felt like a knife had been rammed straight through my chest. Here I'd thought Brit was my friend, yet here he teased me just as badly as any of the neighborhood kids.
Brandon soon joined in as they both refused to let me play with their video games. They said that it would cost me if I wanted to continue to play with them. I knew their family was planning on a trip to 6-flags this summer, and I really wanted to go with them. So Brit told me I could still go if I cleaned his sneakers. I said "okay", then looked around for a rag to polish off his dirty sneaks.
"No stupid..., with your tongue!" he said, causing Brandon to start laughing.
I tried to protest, but Brit was head strong about his decision of making me use my tongue. I got down onto the floor in front of him then bent forward. Both brothers stared down at me, huge grins on their faces as they waited to see if I'd do it. I leant forward and extended my tongue, licking the top of Brit's shoe.
"He's doing it...!" laughed Brandon, disbelieving his own eyes.
"Of course he is..., he's a pathetic little mixed breed with no real family and friends to call his own! He'll do anything we tell him to!" said Brit, sounding like the other neighborhood kids.
"Anything...?" asked Brandon, watching me lick the dirt off Brit's sneaker. "Hey..., I want my sneakers licked too!"
"Then go get them...!" said Brit, causing Brandon to jump up off the bed and run to his room. "Get all of your sneakers..., and your winter boots and galoshes too!" ordered Brit, grinning hard as he looked down at me tongue polishing his shoes clean.
After that they started treating me worse and worse. The next day Brandon had to clean out his parent's garage, he ordered me to do it while he and his brother sat in the living room watching TV. That weekend Brit made me mow and rake the lawn, doing his and his brother chores while their parents were out of the house. When mr and msr Hill returned home, they congratulated Brit on a job well done on the yard and handed him his allowance.
The chores started to turn sexual one night while I was sleeping over. Mrs Hill thought it was nice that her son's had friends of an ethnic background, despite me being the only "ethnic" living in an all white neighborhood. Brandon complained to Brit that he didn't want me sleeping with him in his bed anymore, so Brit decided to make me sleep on the floor like the family pet. So after mr and mrs Hill went off to bed, they stopped treating me like an equal and started treating me like shit.
They made me smell their dirty underwear, rubbing my nose in their skid marks. After that Brit made me suck his toes, making me lick the lent from between each one. While doing this Brandon realized that I had a hardon in shorts, and made sure to point this out to his brother.
Brit teased me about being gay, saying I like doing those nasty things because I was a pervert! They made me strip naked as they laughed at my hardon and called me more names. I was mortified as I didn't understand why I was getting so excited by them mistreating me?
After the laughter died down, Brit started to whisper something into Brandon's ear. Brandon snickered as he ran over to the door to check the hall to make sure their parents' bedroom door was closed. Once done he closed and locked Brit's door. Brit went over to his closet and dug out a porno he had hidden inside.
He popped it into the DVD player as they turned down the volume and sat at the foot of Brit's bed and started to watch. I remained on the floor naked as a big tit blonde hair girl was kneeling between a group of guys, all with their rock hard cocks hanging out of their pants poolside. She jacked each one off, smiling up at the camera before taking them in her mouth one after at a time.
I didn't know Brit had movies like this, and I had never seen a porno before in my life! I couldn't help getting excited all over again as I watched all of those big white cocks slap against her face and fuck her mouth. Brandon whispered to Brit as he pointed at my stiff cock. Brit leaned back on the bed on his elbow, rubbing his own hard crotch with his free hand.
"So Malcolm..., you like that, eh...?" he asked, rubbing the mound tenting his parachute pants. "You like what that girl's doing to those guys...?" he asked, as I alternated looking at him and the TV. "Think you can do that...?" he asked, getting more aggressive as he rubbed himself.
Brandon's dick started to tent his shorts also. My hardon was in plain sight out in the open. "Why don't you come over here and lick my cock like you did my sneakers last week?" he asked, reaching in to free his hardon.
Brandon was holding back the laughter as he watched me crawl over to the bed beside Brit. Brit pulled down the waistband of his parachute pants and his underwear, tucking them down just under his balls. His big white hard 8 inch cock came into view as I licked my lips with anticipation. "Looks like he wants to suck it...!" noticed Brandon, reading my face expressions.
"He does..., he can't help himself! He's nothing but a low life dirty cock sucker! Ain't that right Malcolm?" asked Brit, stroking his hardon. "You want to suck this cock, don't you?" he asked, as I stared at his hand stroking back and forth. "You want it...?"
"Yes..." I said, feeling drawn to it.
I could hear Brandon giggling in the background, but I didn't care.
"Then come get it!" offered Brit, removing his hand as his cock stood at a 10 o'clock angle up off of his stomach.
I got up on my knees and leaned in against the bed as I pressed my face over his groin. His cock was a pinkish tan color, with a crimson red tip. Light brownish hair sprouted from his pubic brush (matching his head), just around the base of his dick. I reached up to grab it but Brit quickly pushed my hand away. "Naw man..., use your mouth, not your hands!"
Recalling what the girl did on TV, I leant forward and stated to lick his cock. Brandon laughed as I ran my tongue up and down the side and up to the head. The cock throbbed and pulsed, waiting for me to make my next more. "Take it in your mouth..." encouraged Brit.
I licked my lips and looked at the head up close. The crimson red crown looked like the tip of a hotdog as I opened my mouth and took it in. "ooooooh..." moaned Brit, falling back on the bed as I sucked.
"What's it feel like...?" asked Brandon, totally clueless.
"Aww shit..., it's the best fucking feeling in the world, dude!" said Brit, placing his hand on the back of my head.
I felt him gently pushing my head down, physically making me take more of his cock in. I had a clear view of the television, and could see the girl taking the men's cocks deep into her mouth. I figured that was what Brit wanted, so I started doing deeper and sucking harder.
"Shit man..., dude's a fucking natural!" he said, loving the way I sucked him.
I bobbed my head (with help from Brit), taking more and more of his hot cock inside. He lay there moaning, thrusting up into my face, using my mouth to jack himself off.
"aww fuck dude..., your mouth feels so fucking good! Don't stop..., keep sucking it! Just like that! Awww yeahhhhh..., fucking –A man!" groaned Brit, making me want to suck harder.
I liked being able to make him feel good. His hand tightened on the back of my head as he pushed me down further on his cock. I gagged when I felt the head hit the back of my mouth. "Ohhh yeah..., that felt good! Do that again!" he ordered, forcing my head down again. I felt his cock head bang into the back of my mouth, stopping right at the start of my throat. I gagged again as I started to choke of his big dick.
Brit decided to use the back of my mouth as a spring board, stopping short of penetrating my throat as he fucked steadily in and out of my mouth. I could hear him moaning louder as his cock got harder and then started pulsating in my mouth.
Immediately my mouth filled with spit. I did my best to drink it all but some managed to slide down the sides of his cock and into his pubic hairs. Brit's hands squeezed the back of my skull as his dick finally stopped throbbing. I continued to suck until I felt it softening between my sucking lips.
"That's enough...!" he said, pushing me off his cock.
I looked confused as I watched his cock fall against his pelvis and start to shrink. What did I do wrong? --I wondered to myself as I looked back at the television and saw a man shooting milk from his cock all over the girl's face. His cock pulsed and throbbed like Brit's as she let his milky stuff paint against her tongue. I looked back at Brit's soft cock and noticed some of the same milk in his public hairs, what I thought was spit!
"My turn!" called Brandon, jumping up off the bed as he pulled his own cock free from his shorts. I crawled over to him as I took his smaller cock (about 6 inches) into my mouth and started sucking.
I barely made a few in and out head bobs when Brandon started to moan already, his knees knocking as his body went into convulsions. He yanked his cock from my mouth and started jerking it. I was just about to open my mouth and take it back inside when it suddenly burst white cream all over my face. At first I was started, until I realized the same thing had happened to the girl in the movie. I opened my mouth (like she had done) and allowed some of Brandon's cream to paint my tongue.
"Swallow it!" ordered Brit as I closed my mouth and gulped.
"That's nasty...!" said Branded, tucking his cock as I started to feel embarrassed again.
"You boys getting ready for bed in there...?" asked mr Hill, tapping on the bedroom door. "Why's the door locked...?" he asked, twisting the knob.
Brit and Brandon quickly fastened their clothes and turned the movie back to the video games as I climbed into the sleeping bag on the floor to hide my nakedness. Brit unlocked the door as their father peeked his head in. "Your mother wanted me to check in on you guys..., don't be up too long, okay?"
"Okay dad!" answered Brit and Brandon.
Mr Hill was just about to close the door when he took a second look at my face...
"You're sweating quite a bit there, son..., maybe you guys should leave this door open and open a window!" said mr Hill before returning to his room.
"You fucking dip stick!" yelled Brit under his breath, throwing a shoe at me. "You almost got us caught! Next time, swallow ALL of the cum!" he said, referring to the sprinkles of semen Brandon left on my face.
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