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 The Pool Party By s19000 Chapter 11 (exhib, d/s, M/m)

   It was night time at his parents' pool party, and Timmie was in his room
preparing himself for sex.  He had painted his toenails and fingernails a
bright red, applied mascara until his eyelashes stood out black, and
outlined his eyes with purple eyeshadow.  He had decided this would be the
night he would give up any semblance of being a male.  He would become a
complete pussy.

   His sister Melodie had exercised authority over Timmie in such a way
that he was constantly aroused and constantly frustrated, but she had given
that up earlier in the day when she was fucked before an audience that
included her mother and father.  Now Timmie was on his own, and he wanted
to give himself to explicit, dirty, public sex.

   He knew party guests were fucking each other on the pool deck.  He
wanted to join them, and he wanted to look like a slut, so men would want
to fuck him.  He applied rouge to his cheeks, using skill he acquired
imitating teen-aged crossdressers he saw on the Internet.  He coated his
lips with red lipstick, to make them look like cocksucker lips.  He put on
dangling earrings, studied his face in the mirror, and thought he looked
like he wanted cock.

   He pulled a top made of purple spandex over his head.  It was thin
enough that his nipples poked out slightly, as though they were miniature
tits.  Timmie wished he had real tits.  He flicked his nipples with a
fingernail, making them stand out even more.

   Naked from the waist down, he studied his appearance in a full-length
mirror.  He had slender hips, and his hairless penis formed a stalk in the
middle of his crotch.  When it was stiff, it got a little larger, but it
existed only to excite him.  Timmie knew his penis would never fuck anyone,
male or female.

   He watched himself while he squeezed some lube on his fingers and worked
it into his asshole.  He spread his feet and pushed his ass out, using two
fingers to push the lube in.  The lube made it easier to insert a black
butt plug.  He liked the way it felt inside him.

   He pulled pants made of tight purple spandex up his legs and settled the
waistband low on his hips, adjusting the stretchy fabric until it pressed
against the butt plug.  He slipped on open-toed sandals with low heels and
pivoted in front of the mirror.  He thought he looked fuckable.  That was
the way he wanted to look, so he left his room and went to join the party
guests on the pool deck.

   A band was playing.  Timmie was watching couples feel each other up
while they danced, when a voice next to him said, "If you're looking for
some cock, you're going to get it.  You look hot."

   Timmie wanted to look hot, and he said "Thank you" automatically.  It
was Ron who spoke, the heavy-set man whose cock Timmie kissed earlier in
the day, just before Ron fucked Melodie in front of the assembled party
guests.

   Ron looked him up and down.  "How old are you, anyway?"

   "Sixteen."

   "Old enough to know what you want, and young enough to get it.  Keep
dressing like that, and you'll be a cum dump before you stop looking so
androgynous." Timmie's penis stiffened, and Ron saw it pushing against the
spandex pants.  "You're a real wanna-be slut, aren't you?  I bet you'd like
someone to play with these." Ron tweaked Timmie's nipples, twisting each
one between his thumb and a finger.

   Timmie moaned, but, instead of pulling away, he arched his back,
thrusting his chest out toward Ron's hands.

   Ron laughed.  "OK, pussy boy, how about you learn the difference between
a pussy and a man." He walked out into the middle of the dancing couples
and waited.  Timmie followed him.  The band was playing a slow number, and
Ron looked at Timmie.  "Well?"

   Timmie understood.  Ron was a real man, and if Timmie wanted attention
from him, he would have to offer himself.  He stepped forward, pressed his
body against Ron's, and waited to see what Ron would do to him.

   Ron slid one of his hands down Timmie's back and probed for Timmie's
asshole.  "What's this?  A butt plug?" His fingers pushed the plug,
repeatedly pressing it into Timmie's ass.

   Timmie felt like he was being fucked, and he moaned.  The pressure
pushed his stiff penis firmly against the hard muscle of Ron's leg.  He
moved his hips in time to the music, rubbing his penis against Ron's thigh.
He kept his movements small, hoping others wouldn't notice.

   "Trying to get yourself off?" said Ron.  Timmie kept moving his hips. 
"Gotta tell me if you like it, or you'll have to stop."

   Timmie's penis felt good, and he didn't want to stop.  "Yes," he said
softly.

   "Yes, what?"

   "Yes, I like it."

   "What do you like?  Tell me."

   Timmie continued to fuck his penis against Ron.  "I like the way it
feels when I rub against you." People were noticing his movements and
looking at him.

   "Yeah, yeah," said Ron, "You're just like a dog in heat.  Don't pretend
you're a real person and not a walking fuck hole.  Say exactly what you're
doing."

   Timmie felt a rush of humiliation, followed immediately by increased
sexual excitement.  It was exactly what he wanted, and his self-restraint
vanished.  "It's my penis," he said.  "I'm rubbing my penis against your
leg."

   Your penis?  Not your cock?"

   "Real men have cocks.  I don't." As soon as he said it, Timmie wanted to
cum.

   "You really are a pussy.  Since you don't have a cock, want to feel
one?"

   "I want to cum."

   "Real cock first.  After all, you kissed it earlier."

   Timmie felt delicious excitement radiating from his penis through his
body.  His legs were spread, his knees were bent, and he was very obviously
rubbing himself off against Ron's thigh.  He could hear people talking
about what he was doing.  He didn't want stop, so he had to do what Ron
wanted him to do.  Taking Ron's orders made him feel that he was a pussy,
while Ron was a Man.  He wanted to do whatever Ron told him to, in front of
as many people as possible.  "Yes.  Please."

   "Please what?"

   "Please let me feel your cock."

   Timmie stepped back so Ron could adjust his cock until it was standing
up.  Its large bulge pressed against Ron's pants.  It excited Timmie to see
how much smaller the small thin bump made by his stiff penis was than the
bulge of Ron's cock.  It felt good, because he wanted to be smaller than a
real man.  He pressed his penis against Ron's cock.

   "Like how that feels, pussy boy?"

   "Oh, yes."

   "Still want to cum?"

   "More than ever."

   "Good."

   Ron maneuvered them until they were in the brightest spot on the pool
deck.  A crowd of party guests had gathered to watch.  The band was still
playing, but Ron dropped his arms to his side and stood still.  "Hump your
penis against my cock, but don't cum until I tell you to."

   Timmie stepped forward and rubbed his penis against Ron's cock.  He felt
like he was under a spotlight, putting on a show for the amusement of the
people who were watching.  He wanted them to see what a pussy he was, so he
grabbed Ron's shoulders, leaned his upper body back, and pressed his penis
harder against Ron's real cock.  Ron continued to stand still, while Timmie
humped, rubbing his penis up and down the full length of Ron's cock.  He
felt his cum begin to rise up in his penis, but somehow Ron knew it. 
"Don't cum yet."

   Timmie knew he should do whatever Ron told him to do, since Ron was a
Man and he was a pussy.  He continued to hump, while he suppressed his need
to cum.  "Are we going to cum together?" he asked.  He thought it would be
exciting if a real man came because of him.

   Ron laughed.  "No chance, pussy."

   A thrill of arousal shot through Timmie.  There was no shared sex here.
It was just him, showing how he was intoxicated by cock and would do
anything for it.  Ron doesn't care about me at all, Timmie thought.  I'm
having sex by myself to provide amusement for him and the people watching.
It's humiliating, but it's so hot.  He sank into a pussy dream, seeing
himself servicing Real Men who didn't care who he was, while beautiful
women laughed.

   Ron's voice interrupted his reverie.  "There's a difference between
pussies like you and real men like me, and you're going to show everyone
what it is."

   Timmie thought the difference couldn't be clearer.  He was a pussy, and
Ron was a Man.  That's the way it was, and there was nothing to be done
about it.  Timmie didn't mind, because that's the way he wanted it to be.

   Ron continued, "Pussies need to cum, and a pussies like you can't help
themselves -- they cum because they have to.  Real men choose when they
cum. They cum when they want to."

   "I need to cum.  I know I'm a pussy, and I don't know if I can stop
myself."

   "Not until I say so."

   Even though he his entire body felt like a penis, Timmie wanted to do
what this real man told him to do, because Ron was teaching him an
important thing about himself.  When he was in his room at night, playing
with his penis and his ass, he usually came right away.  After that, he
would do himself again and again, cumming each time.  Ron was right -- he
was a pussy with no self-control, and that was an important difference
between him and a real man.

   But now his entire being was consumed with the desire to cum, and a real
man was telling him not to do it.  He stopped humping, even though rubbing
his penis against Ron's cock was the best thing he had ever felt.

   "I didn't tell you to stop."

   "But ..."

   "Keep going, and don't cum until I tell you to."

   Timmie didn't know if he could hold out, but obediently he humped
himself against Ron's cock.

   "Look over there," said Ron.  "Your parents are watching." Leo and Gail
stood to the side, smiling.  Even though Timmie saw them, he kept humping.
It excited him to have his parents watch him debase himself.

   "There's your brother and that little faggot who hangs around with him."
Frank was in the crowd with his arms folded.  Sammie knelt in front of him,
his head in Frank's crotch.  It's not fair, Timmie thought.  I have to wait
to cum, but Frank can cum whenever he decides to.  Sammie sees to that.  I
guess Frank's a real man, even though he's young.  I'm a pussy, even though
I'm older.  He realized he wanted his brother to see he was as big a faggot
as Sammie, so he kept humping.

   "And Melodie's over there, with her little bimbo.  Looks like she'll be
doing some of that nasty stuff she talks about." Timmie felt a thrill of
excitement.  Until today, Melodie had controlled his sexuality, but she had
turned him loose, and now she could see the result.

   "People are taking videos," said Ron.  "You'll be all over the Internet,
and everyone at your school will see what you're doing.  It'll be
interesting in the school bathrooms.  You'll be sucking off every football
player on the team."

   The idea excited Timmie, but he couldn't concentrate on it because he
needed to cum so desperately.  "Please let me do it now.  I have to.  I
can't stand not doing it."

   "It?  What's it?"

   "I need to cum.  I have to cum.  I can't help it.  You're right, I'm
just a pussy."

   "What are you babbling about?"

   Timmie raised his voice.  "I need to cum."

   "I can't hear you."

   "Please let me cum." Timmie was almost shouting.

   "Louder, and I might let you do it."

   Timmie yelled.  "Please, please, please.  I need to cum so bad." His
words echoed around the pool.  "My penis needs to cum.  I need to cum.  I'm
a pussy, and all I want to do is cum.  Please let me do it." He knew people
were listening to him beg while he humped cock.  He didn't care.  He wanted
everyone to see him cum, his parents, his brother, Melodie.  Everyone.

   Ron grinned at him and stepped back."What a pussy.  No man would ever
say that.  OK, go ahead, if you need it so badly."

   Left alone in the spotlight, Timmie's hips thrust his stiff penis
against the spandex of his pants.  "Ah.  Ah!  Aaaaaahhhh!  I'm cumming! 
Look at me!  Watch me do it!  I'm cumming because I'm a pussy." His hips
jerked convulsively, and each time his crotch thrust forward more cum
squirted from his penis.  He had no control over how long or how much he
came, and it seemed to him that he came more than he ever had before.

   When he finally finished, cum soaked the entire front of his pants. 
Some of the people watching were laughing.  A woman pointed at him.  A man
shook his head.  Timmie felt a rush of humiliation which immediately turned
to excitement.  He felt his life had a new direction.  He was pussy, now,
and in the future, he knew he would seek to be humiliated for sexual
fulfillment.  He looked at Ron, the man who had given him this future life,
and said, "Thank you."

   Timmie slowly turned about, making sure everyone in the crowd could see
the large splotch of cum soaking his spandex pants.  When he finished his
circle, he said, "I'm pussy.  That's what I am, and that's what I should
be." He rubbed his soaked penis with two fingers, lifted them to his mouth,
and sucked off the cum.  He walked slowly off the pool deck, because he
wanted to give everyone the chance to see what he was.