The Pool Party
By s19000
Chapter 3
(M/m, tg, exhib)

Gail glanced at her sixteen-year old son, who was 
standing next to her on the pool deck. His stretchy 
yellow girl's swim suit clearly outlined his stiff penis.

"I think it's time you reported to Melodie, honey," she 
said. "Get along, now."

"Yes, mother." Timmie turned to the heavyset man with the 
large cock who stood next to his mother. "It was nice to 
meet you, Ron."

But Ron was staring across the pool deck at Melodie, who 
lay on a lounge reading a magazine. Her white bikini 
contrasted with her tanned fifteen-year old body. Her 
streaked hair reached her shoulders, her eyes were 
outlined in black, and her mouth glistened. As she read, 
she opened and closed her legs, exposing the white fabric 
between them. The two triangles of her bikini top swelled 
out over her fifteen-year old breasts.

Melodie looked up as Timmie approached. "Hi," she said. 
"You look really good today. Very pussy."

Timmie sat down in a deck chair next to Melodie. "Thank 
you."

Melodie nodded at the party guests who stood in groups 
around the pool, drinking and talking. "I think some of 
these people already want to fuck you. I'm not surprised. 
That's a hot suit."

Timmie licked his pink lips. "I love it when people want 
to fuck me."

Ron walked up and stood in front of them. His cock 
strained against the fabric of his swim suit. He looked 
Melodie up and down. Melodie let her knees drop apart, 
showing him the thin layer of white fabric that covered 
her fifteen-year old pussy.

"You're hot," said Ron.

"Yeah?" said Melodie.

"Yeah, and I need a fuck." The head of Ron's cock slid 
below the leg of his swim trunks.

"You want to fuck?" asked Melodie.

"Yeah."

"Me?"

"Yeah."

"You want to fuck me right here?"

"Yeah."

"You want these people to see you fuck me?"

"Yeah. I want them to watch you wriggle on my cock."

"My parents will see."

"You want them to. Besides, your mother sent me over 
here. She thinks you're a hot little piece of ass with a 
mind so nasty you've never admitted to it. She thinks 
today's the day you should say out loud how nasty you 
really are. She told me to fuck the truth out of you." 

"I'll fuck," said Melodie, watching the shaft of Ron's 
cock slide out of his suit. "But only if you let Timmie 
kiss your cock first."

Timmie gasped. His stiff penis jumped and began leaking 
pre-cum. The pre-cum moistened his yellow suit and made 
it transparent, so that the tip of his penis showed 
through the damp fabric.

"Sure, why not?" said Ron. "I never mind a little service 
from a faggot."

Melodie pulled Timmie forward, until his face was close 
to Ron's cock. "You've wanted to do it for a long time," 
she said. "Now's your chance."

"You mean the little faggot's never kissed a cock?" said 
Ron.

"Never kissed one, never even touched one," said Melodie. 
She turned to Timmie. "Don't do it yet. I'll tell you 
when."

Timmie's face was inches away from Ron's crotch. The 
shaft and head of Ron's cock rested against his hairy 
leg, filling Timmie's vision. Timmie's lips parted, and 
his nipples popped up and made little tents in the top of 
his suit. His penis continued to leak, spreading the wet 
spot on his suit. He stared at Ron's cock and stopped 
thinking.

Melodie spoke in Timmie's ear. "In a minute a lot of 
people will see you kiss that cock, and they'll know for 
sure you're a pussy. They're looking already, and they're 
going to see me tell you to do it. They'll know I control 
your mouth. Does that excite you? Does that make you 
stiff?"

"Oh yes," said Timmie. "That's what I want. I want you to 
tell me what to do. My penis is so stiff. Please tell me 
to kiss it." Timmie's lips were almost touching Ron's 
cock. He felt the heat of it, and he smelled it. But he 
had to wait, because his father had put Melodie in charge 
of him.

"Mother's looking now," said Melodie. "She's going to see 
what you do, and you know what? She'll never fuck you, 
but she'll fuck your brother. You know that, don't you? 
One day she'll let Frank climb on top of her, shove his 
boycock in, and fuck her. She'll take his cum in her 
cunt, but she won't fuck you because you're pussy. And 
Father's watching, too. When he sees this, he'll probably 
decide it's time for him to fuck you. That's what you 
want, isn't it? You don't want to fuck mother, you want 
to be fucked by father."

"Yes," Timmie said softly. His face was almost touching 
Ron's cock.

"Yes, what?"

"Yes, I want father to fuck me." 

"Where? Where to you want him to fuck you?"

The nearness of Ron's cock and Melodie's sexy talk were 
exciting Timmie, and he raised his voice. "In my ass."

"You don't have an ass. Where do you want father to fuck 
you?"

"In my cunt!" Timmie yelled. "I want my father to fuck me 
in my cunt!" His words echoed across the pool deck, and 
Timmie heard his mother laugh.

"When you look in your mirror tonight, you'll see a pussy 
who kisses cocks," said Melodie. "Go ahead and kiss it."

Timmie closed his eyes and leaned forward until his lips 
touched Ron's cock. He kissed it, and the heat and smell 
of it went to his head. He was kissing mancock, as he 
dreamed of doing each time he played with himself in bed 
at night. Now on the pool deck his imagination began to 
work. He saw himself naked and sweating, writhing in the 
middle of a group of men who were using him. They played 
with his nipples and fondled his penis to make him 
hotter. Their fingers probed between his legs to open him 
up. They thrust their cocks into his mouth and his cunt. 
They shot their cum in his holes and on his face and 
body. It ran from his ass and his mouth and coated his 
hair and dripped from his body, and he wanted more, and 
more, and more.

"That's enough." Melodie's voice broke the spell, and 
Timmie pulled reluctantly from Ron's cock. His lips stuck 
to it as if they didn't want to leave. He sat back in his 
chair, dazed.

"Spread your legs," said Melodie, "So everyone can see." 
Timmie spread his legs and looked down. The feel of cock 
on his lips had made him cum, without even touching 
himself. His cum had soaked the bottom of his suit until 
the entire crotch was transparent, and he could see all 
of his penis. Because he shaved it, there was no hair to 
hide how small it was, and because it was limp, it was 
smaller than ever.

"Lift your legs and hook them over the arms of your 
chair," said Melodie. "Then slide your ass down to the 
edge of the seat."

Timmie knew people were looking at him. If he did what 
Melodie wanted, they would see his little penis, the bare 
smooth cheeks of his ass, and the narrow strip of yellow 
fabric that covered the hole where he wanted his father 
to fuck him. His penis began to stiffen again as he 
lifted his legs, but he didn't put them over the arms of 
the chair. Instead, he grabbed them with his hands and 
pulled them all the way back until they were beside his 
ears. He wanted to be sure his father and mother and 
their guests could see everything.