Author's Note: This one's for John Doe; thanks for the story idea. This story features incest, femdom, homosexuality, "corrective" rape, and other controversial topics. Proceed with caution.
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It was Saturday night. Most of his friends were out partying or on dates, but Troy stayed at home. Katie and Laura had tried to convince him that he should have a party, since his parents were out of town, but he wanted to spend the time by himself. He had freedom and privacy, and in his life that was a rare thing.
Troy's father was a military man, having gone through the ranks and served many tours of duty, he was now top brass, having a demanding schedule and traveling frequently. His mother was a thin, gaunt, stressed-out socialite who meddled in Troy's life incessantly. She wanted to make sure that he had good marks, hung out with the right kids, and already had his college life more or less planned.
Troy didn't mind that so much, since his father wanted nothing to do with him. Troy was very thin, taking after his mother in that regard. He was also sensitive, artistic, and somewhat of a weakling. He had never shown any aptitude or interest in sports, couldn't fight, wouldn't hunt... His older brother, Grant, was the only one of his two sons his father would even acknowledge.
So the attention his mother payed to him was somewhat welcome. The only thing Troy resented strongly were his mother's attempts to set him up with some influential industrialist or lobbyist's daughter. She wanted to ensure that Troy became well connected, and married the right girl, paving his way to wealth and nobility.
Troy's mother just thought he was shy, fussy... a bit bookish. She thought he was always more concerned with his studies and projects than girls. That sat fine with her until recently. Now that he was eighteen, she thought he should at least start courting girls. If he didn't at least get a foot in the door, all the good ones would be snapped up by the time he was 21.
Troy was resenting the increasing pressure his mother was putting on him, but tonight, at least, he had a break. He could be himself. He could indulge his own needs and desires. He glanced at the clock. It was eight o'clock. Kevin Carlson would be there soon.
Troy smiled into the mirror, blowing his reflection a kiss. He turned about, ogling himself for the hundredth time. His cock was hardening with anticipation. He had shaved all his pubic hair off, and that being the only hair on his body, his skin was smooth, white, and pure. He turned and thrust his butt out toward the mirror, spreading his ass cheeks and running his hands down the back of his nylon-clad thighs.
He spread his legs further, shuffling his feet in their stiletto heels as far as he could while still maintaining his balance. He felt so sexy and so horny. He couldn't wait to hear the doorbell ring. He stroked his cock quickly a couple of times, then took his hand away. If he was supposed to be a girl, he wouldn't have a cock. He ignored it and went back to caressing his buttocks. He spread his cheeks as wide as he could and admired his thin, curvy backside and legs in the reflection from between his own knees. He grinned. He shuffled his feet out a bit further, spreading his legs dangerously wide. With excitement pounding in his heart, he fingered his butthole. Would tonight be the night Kevin would take his ass-cherry?
With impressive grace and agility, he twisted with his legs still spread wide and retrieved his phone. "Can't wait to suck your cock lover," he texted.
"Me too bitch :)" came Kevin's reply quickly. Troy's own small dick throbbed even harder at the response. Troy moaned. He wanted to masturbate so badly, but he was enjoying feeling like a sexually frustrated girl. Only one thing would satisfy him: his lover's cock.
Troy wanted to dance. He ran, naked but for his heels, stockings, and garter belt, into the living room and turned on the stereo. He put on some classic Madonna, and began to shake and bounce to the beat. He adored the sensation of his hairless cock bouncing and flapping in time to the music - it was like he was masturbating, but he didn't have to touch his dick to do so. He swayed and twisted sensuously to the music. Madonna always put him in the mood to suck cock. He couldn't wait, he was so horny.
His little cock was pounding in frustrated lust. He thrust his tongue out, flicking it in the air, bobbing his neck forth and back, simulating fellatio in the air. He moaned and tweaked his nipples. They were hard as little pebbles. He felt like such a slut, and he was loving it.
Gracefully and energetically, he moved through various provocative and inviting poses as he danced. He mimicked moves he had seen strippers do. The years of yoga he'd done with his mom as well as the hip hop and break dance classes he'd taken, gave him flexibility and poise. Where the hell was Kevin? He reached for his phone again as "Justify My Love" came over the stereo. He moaned in urgent arousal and desire.
"Where are you lover?" he texted.
"Bout 10 min," came the resposnse. Troy couldn't wait ten minutes to get a cock into his mouth. And his own little peepee was so hard and horny it almost hurt.
Troy came up with a shameful, lusty, slutty idea that make his cock throb even harder. He could do his trick. That way he could suck cock and feel cock pleasure without cheating and jerking off like a boy.
He'd never shown anyone his trick either; he would show it to Kevin. It would be the first thing he saw when he came in.
Trembling with excitement, Troy got a pillow and tucked it under his arm. Skipping toward the front hall, he texted Kevin again. "I'm gonna leave the front door open for you. Just come right in. And have your cock out and hard and ready to be sucked :)"
"Kk," came the response. "Ur such a slut. :)"
Troy was going crazy with lust. What had come over him today? He felt like such a dirty whore, and he was craving more. He wanted to go further. Before he had only sucked Kevin's big, thick cock and swallowed his load. Tonight he wanted Kevin to fuck his ass like a little bitch. He didn't care how much it might hurt. He wanted it more than anything he'd ever wanted. And he didn't care if Kevin touched his cock. He never did, anyway. He would take care of himself while Kevin watched.
Troy placed the pillow before the front door and unlocked it. Laying with head toward the door, he raised his feet in the air and curled forward, his shoulders on the pillow. He kept curling, his feet over his head and then past. Slowly stretching and contorting further, he rolled his legs all the way over, until his knees rested just above his shoulders, in the piledriver position. He snaked his tongue out, and was able to give his own penis a quick lick. The music drove him wilder as he relaxed his muscles and prepared to crane his neck forward.
Moaning, he reached his hands behind him, spreading his buttocks and pressing down on his hips. As Madonna's voice smokily poured her lyrical sex into his ears, he bent his neck up and engulfed his own penis.
He gave a little whimper of joy, ecstasy flooding his brain as simultaneously his mouth was filled with the cock he so craved, and his penis felt the glorious satisfaction of oral stimulation.
He began sucking and pumping rapturously on his own shaft. It felt so amazing! Combined with his sexy clothes, Madonna's voice, and Kevin's impending arrival, he'd never felt more turned on or alive. Why had he been so scared to let anyone see or know about him sucking himself off? He wanted Kevin to see it! To see and know what a dirty, nasty, slutty little cocksucker he was. He wanted to be used and objectified by Kevin, to be his little whore, sucking cock and being fucked whenever Kevin wanted.
He was so tempted to suck himself to orgasm, he was so close... But he just kept teasing. He would let Kevin decide when, or if, he was going to get to cum.
He had a vision of Kevin opening the door, pulling Troy's little cock from his own mouth, replacing it with his huge one, then withdrawing and forcing his own cock back in his mouth, then back again...
His balls were churning and throbbing, dying to shoot his load into his own mouth so he could swallow it...
An even hornier image came to his mind! Troy was there, sucking himself gleefully, as Kevin entered, cock in hand... Without speaking, he simply knelt in front of Troy, forcing his thick member into Troy's mouth, alongside his own cock! Two cocks in his mouth! One Kevin's, the other his own! Troy screamed with pleasure around his own shaft at the thought, twitching on the brink of a glorious ejaculation...
This is who he truly was! A sissy, gay little cock-slut, begging to be fucked and used by any hard cock. Why had he ever tried to deny it?
The door handle rattled! Troy sucked even harder, grabbing his balls and squeezing in a desperate attempt to keep from cumming. Kevin was about to see him like this! His ass in the air, sucking like a slut on his own cock! Troy's heart threatened to burst right out of his chest with excitement!!
"Troy Mason MacAdam!!!" his mother's voice shrieked out. "Oh my god!!!"
