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.
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