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 t
he 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.
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