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.