The Pool Party
By s19000
Chapter 2
(m/m, tg, exhib)

Timmie walked across the pool deck to his father, Leo. Leo was 
tall and fit, with brown hair that showed gray at the temples. 
The hair on his chest swirled on his pecs. He was talking to 
Heather and Justin, a couple in their late twenties, invited to 
one of Leo's weekend-long pool parties for the first time.

Heather was dressed in a purple bikini that showed off her 
breasts and revealed the shape of her nipples and pussy. Justin 
was a younger version of Leo. As his father introduced him, 
Timmie's stiff penis was clearly outlined by the stretchy yellow 
fabric of his girl's suit. "Nice to meet you," said Timmie, who, 
like all of Leo's children, had been taught how to behave in 
social situations.

"The pleasure is certainly ours," said Justin, looking Timmie up 
and down, from the circles of his nipples to his stiff penis.

Timmie blushed. "Thank you, Justin," he said. It was understood 
that everyone, regardless of age, used first names at pool 
parties.

Timmie turned to Heather. "I really like your suit. I wish I had 
one like it, but I know I couldn't wear it like you do."

"Why thank you," said Heather, "But I think your suit is perfect 
on you. It shows you off so well, and it makes such a statement 
about who you are."

Timmie smiled with pleasure, and his penis twitched in his suit.

"Go say hello to your mother," said Leo. "Then report to 
Melodie."

"Yes, father." Timmie walked across the pool deck toward his 
mother. He felt good inside, because Heather and Justin had made 
him feel so much like a pussy. He hoped they were watching him 
swing his exposed ass as he walked away from them.

Timmie's mother, Gail, was talking to a large man wearing a 
boxer swim suit. The man's shirt hung over his bulging stomach, 
but that didn't conceal the tube of cock that ran down his leg. 
The tip of his cock head showed at the bottom of his suit, and 
Timmie felt a spasm of desire as he looked at it.

He greeted his mother, who kissed his cheek and said, "Timmie, 
it's not polite to stare."

"That's OK," said the man. "Let the boy look. I'm used to it." 
He laughed. "Looks good, doesn't it?" Timmie looked away in 
embarrassment.

"Answer Ron, dear," said his mother.

"Yes sir," said Timmie.

"Stare all you want," said Ron. "I don't mind."

Timmie looked again. The fabric of Ron's suit strained against 
the bulk of his cock. Then his cock flexed slightly and the head 
dropped completely into view. "Looks like you and Leo have done 
a job raising this one," Ron said to Gail, adjusting his cock.

Gail smiled, "Thank you. He's a good boy." She was slender and 
wore the smallest possible bikini. The top covered her breasts 
with half-inch strips of fabric. Timmie liked his mother's 
breasts because they were small, like his. The bottom of her 
suit covered only the slit of her pussy. He liked his mother's 
pussy because it was hairless. He kept his penis and his body 
hairless, too. He wanted to be like his mother in every way.

Timmie's younger brother, Frank, walked up. "Geez, Ron. If you 
let him, Timmie would stare at your cock all day." Frank was 
fourteen years old, but he seemed older. "Hey, mom," he said. "I 
need a piece of ass. How about it?"

"Not right now, dear," said Gail, "I'm talking to our guests."

"Geez. You're not talking to guests. You're talking to my faggot 
brother. Look at him. Hey! He's got lipstick on."

"Now, now," said Gail, "You know Timmie does what Melodie tells 
him to. I'm sure she said it was all right."

"That's what I said. He's a faggot. Look at that thing sticking 
up in his suit. Is that a pencil? It sure isn't big enough to be 
a cock. Mine's way bigger than that. His is more like, like..."

"A clitoris, dear," said Gail.

"Yeah, that's it. Timmie doesn't have a cock, he has a clit."

It thrilled Timmie to hear his mother and brother talk about him 
as if he wasn't there, and he loved hearing his penis called a 
clit. As he listened, his penis-clit got so stiff it pushed the 
fabric of his suit away from his body.

"Don't be too hard on Timmie," said Ron. "He is what he is, just 
like you and I are what we are, and your mom is what she is. I 
don't know about you, but when I want to fuck, I look for a 
willing hole. I don't let my mind get in the way."

"Yeah, I know what you mean," said Frank. "That's why I keep 
Sammie around. Hey, Sammie, come here!"

Sammie was thirteen years old. He wore a pink jumpsuit, white 
socks, and pink shoes with buckles and low heels. The shoes 
shaped his smooth legs and made his ass thrust out a little, 
calling attention to how tight his jumpsuit was. Sammie's hair 
was long and went nicely with his earrings, curved eyebrows, and 
the blush that highlighted his cheeks.

Frank put his arm around Sammie and rested his hand on Sammie's 
ass. "Ron, this is Sammie. He's always willing."

"It's nice to meet you, Sammie," said Ron. "You're a real 
beauty."

"Oh, thank you," said Sammie, giving Ron a big sexy smile.

"Hey!" said Frank.

Gail laughed and said to Sammie. "Frank's feeling a little 
restless. Could you help him out?"

"Sure," said Sammie. He put his hand on the front of Frank's 
trunks and said, "Come on."

They headed off toward the poolside dressing rooms, but Frank 
turned to call back to his mother, "I'll be looking for you 
later!"

*    *    *

Frank and Sammie entered one of the dressing rooms. It had a 
changing area, a shower, and a daybed for guests who wanted 
privacy. As soon as the door closed, Sammie pressed his body 
against Frank. Frank squeezed Sammie's ass. "What's with you and 
Ron?"

"Nothing, silly. Didn't you see the way he was looking across 
the deck at your sister? Melodie's the one he wants to fuck."

"Shit. She'll fuck anything that walks."

Sammie felt Frank's cock growing, and he moved his body against 
it. "Your mom made you hot, didn't she? Or was it Timmie?"

"Fuck. Mom's hot, especially in that suit. I'd love to do her."

"I wish you'd let me watch. That would be squirmy hot." Sammie 
continued to move his little body against Frank.

"I would if she would." Frank unzipped the back of Sammie's pink 
jumpsuit.

"If she won't, you'll just have to do Timmie." Sammie grabbed 
Frank's hard cock through his suit and squeezed.

"He's turned into a piece of ass, all right. He might as well 
yell 'Fuck me!' out there." Frank yanked Sammie's jumpsuit down, 
revealing a pink bra and lacy pink panties.

"So why don't you?" Sammie fell back on the bed and pulled Frank 
down on top of him.

"That fucking Melodie won't let him fuck, or do anything. 
Otherwise, I would." Frank pushed his own swim suit down, and 
his hard cock popped out.

"How would you do it?" Sammie pressed his panty-covered penis 
against Frank's naked cock.

"Be quiet and pay attention to this." Frank pushed the end of 
his cock against the little bulge in Sammie's panties. "You want 
it, don't you?"

"Oh, yes. I love your cock. It makes me feel all girly." Sammie 
made little movements with his hips, rubbing his panty-covered 
penis against Frank's cock.

"Yeah? Well I need some pussy right now." Frank reached between 
Sammie's legs and felt him up through the panties.

"Ooooh. That feels good. Would you do that to Timmie?"

"What do you care?" Frank pulled Sammie's panties down.

Sammie humped his hips and his bare penis flopped around. "I 
just want to know. Tell me."

"Sure. Whatever." Frank pulled Sammie's legs up and back and 
rubbed his cock around Sammie's ass. Frank insisted that Sammie 
keep himself ready to fuck at all times during pool parties, so 
Sammie was already lubed and moist.

Sammie squealed when he felt Frank's cock against his ass. 
"Shove it in me." He pushed himself at Frank's cock. "Fuck me 
like you'd fuck Timmie."

Frank pressed forward, and the head of his cock slipped in 
easily. "Shit, I wouldn't do Timmie like this. I'd just grab 
him, put him against the wall, and fuck him." He thrust his cock 
all the way in.

"Would you like fucking him better than this? Would your cock 
like his pussy better than mine?"

Frank began fucking, and his cock slid smoothly in and out of 
Sammie. "Shit, I don't know. Maybe you should watch me fuck him 
and find out." 

"I'd love to. I'd love to watch you fuck him against the wall. 
Then I'd want it even more."

"If you need it so much, you can always fuck yourself with your 
dildo. That would keep you open and ready."Frank rotated his 
hips.

"Oh, god, do that more." Sammie tried to get all of Frank's cock 
inside his pussy. "I'd love to sit on the floor and fuck myself 
while you fucked Timmie. That would be so squirmy." Sammie moved 
his hips in time with Frank's thrusts. "Would you kiss him?"

"Shit, no." Frank fucked faster. "Timmie's for fucking, not for 
kissing. Just like you." He slammed his cock one last time, and 
his cum pulsed into Sammie.

"You fuck me, but you won't kiss me," Sammie moaned. "That's 
squirmy hot." His penis spurted its own small cum.

Frank immediately pulled out of Sammie and got back into his 
swim trunks. "Let's go," he said.

Sammie pulled his panties up and put his pink jump suit back on. 
Even before they left the dressing room, his panties were wet. 
In the front, they soaked up his own cum, while in the back, 
Frank's cum leaked slowly out of his pussy. Sammie loved wearing 
wet panties.