The Pool Party
By s19000
Chapter 10
(exhib, d/s, M/M)
It was cocktail hour, and the swimming pool glittered in the
afternoon sun. A group of men stood around the barbeque,
laughing and talking. Other guests were at the bar. Evan stood
in front of the platform.
He couldn't stop staring at it. When Frank had told him he
should get up on top and wait, he had become so excited he had
cum right on the pool deck.
As he thought of what could happen to him on the platform, his penis
stiffened. He had on pair of shorts and a long shirt because he
knew he would get excited, and he wanted to hide it. "Without my
shirt," he thought, "people would see how stiff I am." The
thought excited him. When he looked down at himself he couldn't
see his penis, but he saw little bumps in his shirt made by his
hard nipples.
Leo came up to him. "Thinking about it, aren't you?" Leo slapped
Evan on the back. "You know, almost every cocktail hour someone
gets up there. It entertains our guests."
"You want me to be entertainment?"
"Sure. Why do you think I invited you? We always need pussies at
our parties."
"Pussies?"
"Yeah. Some guys like pussies better than women, and others just
want a break from fucking women. And you're definitely pussy. Up
close, from a distance, it's easy to tell. Frank could tell the
minute he saw you."
Evan looked around at the people on the pool deck. Men and women
were talking, laughing, and drinking. Couples fondled each
other. Next to the bar, several men surrounded a woman, touching
her breasts and reaching between her legs. "All these people,"
he said to Leo. "I can't…"
"Don't worry – everyone knows about you. Why do you think the
women haven't come on to you? They're here to fuck, and they aren't
going to waste time on someone like you. Anyway, if you're
worried about what they'll think, don't. They won't think any
less of you. They know it's why you're here. Hey, I'm looking forward
to
seeing it, myself." Leo slapped Evan on the back again and
headed for the bar.
Evan continued to look at the platform. His penis was still
stiff in his shorts, and he was aware of his asshole, which felt
like an open hole into the interior of his body. He saw a sheet of
paper on top of the platform and picked it up. It said, "Evan.
Put your head on the pad and point your ass toward the bar." He
looked at the paper and wondered if he dared get up on the
platform.
A woman startled him from his thoughts by lifting his shirt and
exposing the tent in his shorts made by his stiff penis. "It
looks like something's turning you on," she said. It was Gail,
Leo's wife and Frank's mother. "You're the entertainment, aren't
you? Have you been enjoying the party?"
"Yes."
"From the looks of this," Gail said, pointing at Evan's stiff
penis. "You think you'll be enjoying yourself even more in a
little while." She let go of Evan's shirt. "Do you know who'll
be doing you?"
For a moment Evan couldn't respond, but then he wanted to tell
Gail she was wrong about him. "No I…"
But Gail interrupted him. "Whoever it is, he'll be big. Are you
ready for him? I'd better check." She slid her hand down the
back of Evan's shorts. Her fingers wiggled their way into the
crack of his ass, and one pushed into his hole.
Evan's penis jerked as he felt her finger slide in and out of his
hole, and he caught himself just before he pushed his ass back
at her hand.
"Good. You've lubed yourself," said Gail. She pulled her hand out
of Evan's shorts, leaving an emptiness that made him even more
aware of his hole. "That was smart of you. Now don't worry.
Nobody here cares about you or who you are. To them, you're just
an object, so you can let yourself go. And since you do want to
get fucked…" She held up her finger, coated with Evan's lube.
"You should thank me for approving your invitation." She looked
at him expectantly.
"Oh. Thank you."
She laughed, wiping her finger on Evan's shorts. "You really are
a pussy, aren't you?" She took the paper from his hand and went
over to the bar. Evan saw her showing the paper to some people
and pointing at him. One woman made eye contact with him and
clapped her hands. It made him hot.
After Frank had talked to him, Evan had let himself think about
his fantasies involving men. He realized that when he thought
about being fucked, it always made him cum. He remembered
playing with his penis and fingering his ass while he wished a
man was fucking him. Now it could be true. All he had to do was
get up on the platform.
Frank, Leo, and Gail all said everyone knew about him. How could
that be, if he hadn't been sure himself? He saw Gail show the
paper to more people. Everyone who read it would think he was a
pussy, no matter what he did. If he didn't get up on the
platform, Leo wouldn't invite him again. But if he did, maybe
some of the men would like what they saw and want to fuck him,
too. Did he want that?
He took off his shirt. "I'm going to do it," he thought, and the
thought almost made him cum in his pants. "I'm really going to
do it." He dropped his shirt on the deck.
He rubbed his hand across his hairless chest and felt his stiff
nipples. They had swollen into little mounds. "I've always liked
to look at pictures of girls with puffies," he thought. "Now
I've got them. I'm like a teenage girl in heat. I like it."
He pushed his shorts down over his ass, lifted them over his
stiff penis, and stepped out of them. He was naked on the pool
deck while the party continued around him. His penis stood
straight out in front of him. He heard a burst of laughter from
the bar. "Are they laughing at me?" he thought. "Maybe they are,
because they can see I'm doing something they would never do."
He let his shorts fall to the deck and put his hand on the top
of the platform. "But what's wrong with that? Real men have real
cocks. Like Frank. Not like me." He looked down at himself. "I
have a penis, not a cock. And real men have needs. What's wrong
with helping them out? Why should they always have to find a
girl? And they should never have to jack off. That's for people
like me. When real men want to cum, they should be able to put
their cocks in a hole like mine."
He climbed up onto the platform. "Everybody can see me," he
thought. "They're going to watch me take cock. God, I'm so
excited. I wonder who it will be. No, I don't want to know. I
just want him to do it."
Evan crawled to the center of the platform. "I wonder if I
should spread my legs, to make it easier for him to fuck me.
God, I almost came without touching myself. Oh yes, I want to
spread for him."
He moved his knees apart. "Now anyone who looks can see my hole.
I hope they're looking. Maybe more than one man will want me. I
hope so. Maybe tonight I'll leave the door to my room open so men can
come in and fuck me."
He spread his legs wider. "I'll bet a lot of people just want to be
amused. They want to see someone get fucked to start the
evening. They don't care who it is. That's OK. Why should they
care? To them, I'm just the entertainment, like an object. I
like that. An object doesn't care how it's used, so why should I
care? I'm for fucking, that's all. Why couldn't I see it
before? I want to be like this. I don't want to care. I want to
be a hole. No. Two holes. So I can take two cocks. One in my ass
and one in my mouth. If the cocks are long enough, maybe they'll
meet in the middle."
He put his head down on the pad and lifted his ass. "I'm doing
just what Frank told me to do," he thought. "He's just a boy,
but I like doing what he tells me to. Maybe boys will fuck me,
too. I heard there's a room in the basement where the boys go
while their parents fuck up here. I should leave a note there
with my room number. But what's taking so long? I want it.
Where is he?"
He moved his ass, thrusting it back as though he was taking
strokes from a cock. "People are coming over to watch. Good.
They'll see I lubed my hole. Coated my fingers with lube and
stuck them in my ass and moved them around and in and out until
my hole stayed open when I took them out. Maybe it's still open,
and they can see inside me."
He heard people gathering around the platform, making comments
and laughing.
"He really wants it, doesn't he?"
"Look at him. He lubed himself to get ready."
"What kind of a guy gives himself up like this?"
"Hey, here comes Frank! And he's got that little faggot Sammie
with him."
"Hey, Frank, give it to him good!"
"Think you can make him cum, Frank?"
"Pound his ass so it won't close for a week!"
"No, wait. It won't be Frank. Here comes Leo's maintenance guy."
"Look how dirty he is. He must have been working on the cars."
"He's unzipping his pants. Whoa! Look at that cock."
"And it's still soft."
"Ha, ha, look at that. Sammie's going to be his fluffer."
"Suck it, Sammie. Get him good and hard."
"Come on, buddy, it's hard now. Get to it."
"Look at that, dear. They're really going to do it."
"Hey. The pussy's wiggling his ass. He wants it."
"Man, he shoved it right in."
"Give it to him!"
"Look at him fuck! You think he likes women, too? I could use
some of that."
"Look. The pussy's got cum running out of him."
"Guess you got his G-Spot, fella!"
"Oh, man, he slammed it all the way in. He must be cumming."
"He's pulling out. Shit, he's still hard. And his cum's just
running out of that ass."
"Hey, guy, I think you opened him up for good."
"Isn't that cute? Sammie's helping him pull up his pants."
"Look at the pussy. He's got cum running out of his ass, and
there's a puddle of his own cum underneath him."
"And he's still just kneeling there. Hey, pussy! He's not coming
back. He grabbed a beer and left."
The noise dropped as people drifted away. "I want more," Evan
thought. "If someone fucked me now, I couldn't get all stiff and
excited because I just came so much. That would be hot, getting
fucked when I'm not excited. I couldn't do anything about it if
someone wanted to do me right now."
But no one did, so Evan climbed down from the platform. He found
his shirt and shorts on the deck. People had walked all over
them, and they were torn and dirty. He put them on. Cum from his
ass soaked through the shorts.
He walked past the party guests to his room. No one talked to
him. "They just watched me take cock," he thought. "But now I'm
not taking cock, so they don't notice me at all. That's the way it
should be."
By the time he reached his room, his penis was stiff again. He
took off his clothes and stood in front of the full-length
mirror. He found it hard to believe he had ever wanted to fuck a
woman. It was so clear to him now. "I'm for fucking," he
thought. "Thinking that makes me excited. But I don't want to be
excited when I'm fucked." He jacked penis until he came.
His cum dribbled out of his penis and dripped to the floor. "The
guy who fucked me came a lot more than that," he thought. He
fingered his ass and felt the cum still inside him. "Real men
cum a lot more than I do."
He continued to look at himself in the mirror while he thought
about being fucked by a real man. After a few moments, his penis
stiffened again. "I'm getting excited again," he thought. "But I
want to know what it feels like just to be used, and if I'm
excited, I'll think about how I feel instead of about being a
hole for cock."
He jacked off again to drain himself of cum, so that he wouldn't
get excited so easily. When he came, his penis oozed only a few
small drops.
A while later, when his penis stopped being sensitive, he
deliberately jacked off a third time. "This doesn't feel very
good," he thought. "That's because I don't really want to cum.
My penis is staying soft, even though I'm jacking it. That's
good. I don't think I should ever get hard again.'
He watched himself in the mirror as he jacked himself. "Look how
small and soft my penis is. I don't need my whole hand to jack
it. My thumb and a finger are enough. Like that. And because
it's soft, I can bend and twist it. It's much better this way."
Just using his fingers on his soft penis, he couldn't make
himself cum. "I'm close," he thought, "but just rubbing it isn't
enough. And I should cum again, or I might get excited when I
get fucked."
He thought of Timmie on his back with his legs pulled up by his
head, so he lay down on the floor on his back and pulled his
legs up. He pushed a finger into his ass while he pulled at his
limp penis.
"I need more," he thought. He pushed another finger in. Then he
watched as he fucked himself. The cum in his ass lubricated his
fingers and they slid smoothly in and out.
"I'm going to cum," he thought. He closed his eyes and imagined
he was being fucked. "I'm being fucked by a real man, and there
are more men waiting to fuck me. They're lined up, waiting to
put their cocks in my hole. They want to cum in me." He pushed
his fingers into his ass as far as he could and frantically
rubbed his penis, and he came.
When he opened his eyes, he saw that he had produced only a drop
of moisture that sat on the tip of his limp penis. If he hadn't
felt himself cumming, he wouldn't have been able to tell.
"That's the right way for a pussy like me," he thought.
He got up and took a tube of lubricant from the top of the
dresser. He took off the top of the tube, pressed the opening
against his hole, and worked it inside. When he squeezed the
tube, he felt the lube squirting into his ass.
He went to the bed and arranged the pillows so his ass would be
raised and visible from the hall. He pulled the shades on the
window and turned off the lights. It was dark in the room.
He felt his way to the door and opened it. The light from the
doorway lit up the pile of pillows.
He could hear people in the hallway as he went back to the bed
and lay down on the pillows. He adjusted himself so his penis
pressed into the pillows and his ass was raised up. He spread
his legs. His head and face were in the dark, but his lubed ass
glistened in the light from the hall. He knew people who passed
couldn't tell who was on the bed, but they would see an ass for
fucking.
Soon he heard exclamations as people looked into his room. That
was when he knew what he wanted to be for the rest of his life.
"Just a hole," he thought. "That's all. Just a hole."
He waited for cock.
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