Coming Out at a Birthday Party

Trevor, a tall, muscular, 20-year-old with stormy gray eyes and a close-cropped blond hair, had a devilish grin etched on his face as he blindfolded Ryan, his partner of five years. Ryan, at 20 years old as of today, was a lanky, athletic build with deep blonde hair and soft blue eyes. Trevor had planned something special for Ryan's birthday, something that would be a thrill for both of them. The moment he entered the house from his trip to the gym his partner had drug him into the bedroom, stripped him down, and tied a white cloth around his head.

Trevor's hands are warm against Ryan's shoulders, gently steering him through the narrow hallway. "Just a few more steps," he murmurs, voice low and teasing in that way that always makes Ryan's stomach flip.

Ryan laughs, a little nervously. The blindfold is soft velvet, but it throws him completely off. "You're not leading me into a closet full of balloons again, right? Because that was a lot of static cling."

"No balloons," Trevor promises. "And I don't think they'd be clinging to anything this time anyway." He laughed.

Ryan knew Trevor was right. He was stark naked, there wasn't anything for the balloons to really latch onto. His skin was pale in the way of someone who burns before they tan, a pasty ivory with pink undertones that the golden light of the windows they passed only emphasized. His collarbones were pronounced, shoulders a bit knobby, like he was stretched out and never quite filled in. There was a gentle dusting of soft, light brown hair across his chest and arms, like fuzz on a peach, trailing down over his belly and into a barely-there treasure trail that ended just at a small patch of pubes. Resting in the soft tuft was a small two-inch dick slightly hard bobbing around as he walked.

"This time it's very grown-up. Very... mature content." His hands tightened for a moment, just a playful squeeze, and Ryan could practically hear the smirk in his voice. He knew what was coming. Trevor had promised they'd have sex in the backyard for months, but it had been far too cold. He was more than ready for this birthday treat! He could feel his dick slightly stiffen as his feet went from the carpeted hall to the kitchen floor where the glass windows led to the back yard, "You read?"

"Oh yeah!" Ryan almost moaned allowed. He felt Trevor move passed him slightly to grab the glass door and pull it open. As the warm air slapped his naked body, he could also smell the distinct fragrance of meat cooking on a grill, the same smell he clocked when he'd arrived home.

As Trevor led him out the back door, Ryan heard the soft crunch of feet on grass and what he thought was laughter but something about it felt... off. There were too many voices. Too many footsteps. And then a loud whisper, sharp and incredulous: "Oh my god, is he naked?"

Ryan yanked off the blindfold and his heart dropped into his stomach.

There, standing in the golden glow of string lights and scattered candles, were at least twenty people. Friends from past jobs. A few college roommates. His cousins Marcy and Dylan. And many more. All of them were holding drinks, staring at him in stunned silence, like deer caught in headlights. Eyes wide. Jaws open. One person's cup tilted in their hand, soda dripping unnoticed onto the grass.

Ryan looked down.

Absolutely naked. That was it. His pale, lanky body was on full display--bony shoulders, a faint trail of chest hair, limbs that always felt too long, and his tiny dick now fully hard sticking three inches straight out from his body. His skin, prone to blushing even on a good day, was now turning a fierce, blotchy red.

He heard someone let out a low, "Wow," not necessarily admiring.

His hands shot down, as if he could somehow make himself smaller, or at the very least shield his dignity.

Trevor, completely unbothered, threw his arms wide and shouted with delight, "Surprise!!!"

For a beat, no one moved. The moment stretched, heavy and surreal. Then someone snorted--loudly. Another person let out a whoop. Laughter rippled through the crowd, uneven at first, like a wave of secondhand embarrassment and reluctant delight.

Ryan wanted to die. His heart pounded in his ears. He felt like every inch of his skin was lit up in neon. He could see people whispering--mouths closed, eyebrows raised. Phones were out. At least two people were very clearly taking pictures.

He turned to Trevor; eyes blazing. "What the actual fuck?!"

"I was so proud of you last month when you came out to your family about having a tiny dick." His partner said, "I know you still hurt considering they still haven't spoken to you but what kind of partner would I be if I didn't push you to continue your progress?"

"Coming out is one thing, being exposed is another." Ryan almost hissed.

Ryan just stared at him dumbfounded for a moment more before he began to reach for the glass door leading back inside. Trevor grabbed his arm. Without words, the two stared each other down. What felt like an eternity passed before Ryan's arm softened and so did Trevor's grip. The blonde took a deep breath,

"You've got this babe." Trevor gave a familiar warm smile.

Ryan tried to rally whatever courage he had. Fixing his posture, he stood upright and turned back to his friends who still waited around in anticipation. Trying his best he kept his hands at his side. The looks across all of them were a wild display of disgust, to joint humiliation, and more.

"Hi ev... everyone..." Ryan stuttered before clearing his throat, "I am so glad you came here for my birthday." He looked over to his partner Trevor who gave him a caring look of support, "As you can see... I'm naked."

"That's pretty obvious!" His cousin Dylan shouted from the back and a few guests laughed. Ryan tried to join their humor.

"I... I just want to say something," he said, louder than he meant to. A few people turned toward him. Most kept sipping their drinks, awkwardly pretending to be engaged in other conversations.

Trevor turned to him with a soft smile, encouraging.

Ryan took a breath and said, "I know this is... a lot. Seeing me like this. And I know people are probably thinking, what the hell is he doing, right?" A few people chuckled nervously. No one contradicted him.

He shifted his hands, trying his best to be brave. "So... I'm just going to be honest. I... I have... I have a small dick as you can see." He gave a shaky laugh, trying to break the tension. "I've got a small dick. Always have. It's hard at my full three inches because I thought Trevor and I were going to have sex out here, this was a surprise."

Silence.

Not the supportive kind.

Not the respectful kind.

Just... stunned.

Someone choked on their drink. Someone else let out a short, disbelieving snort. Marcy, his cousin, turned to Dylan and whispered something with wide eyes. A friend from college actually grimaced and looked away.

The weight of it hit Ryan like a slap. His only solace was the fact there was a privacy fence that ran the length of the backyard.

A woman near the back muttered, "Oh my god," under her breath, clearly not realizing or not caring that he could hear her.

"Is this why Aunt Marcy hasn't spoken to you?" Dylan called out, "Jesus Christ, Ryan she's been calling everyone in the family distraught but wouldn't say why."

"Clearly she was humiliated!" Marcy added.

Ryan felt heat creeping up his neck, worse than before. Not just embarrassment now humiliation. Sharp. Hot. Ugly. His skin crawled. The pillow felt useless in his hands.

He looked at Trevor. His partner came up to his side and put his hand on his bare shoulder as they looked out over the group. Ryan's words hung in the air, and the reaction was worse than he could have ever imagined.

At first, there was a stunned silence. Then came the murmurs, too soft to understand at first, but they quickly grew louder.

"No way, man," someone muttered. "That's... that's embarrassing."

Ryan's stomach dropped.

"I can't believe I've been friends with you for all these years!" another voice piped up, full of disbelief.

Someone laughed, but it wasn't a kind laugh. It was harsh, almost cruel. "What's the point of even having a dick at that point? Can you even use it?"

Before Ryan could respond to one of his college roommates Trevor cut him off, "He can't use it. We've tried but it's just too small. I do all the fucking for the both of us."

The old roommate threw his hands in the air in disgust. Ryan's heart pounded. His eyes darted around, looking for any shred of support, but all he saw were expressions of disgust--eyes narrowing, mouths curling in disdain. Marcy, his cousin, didn't even bother hiding her disapproval. She looked at him like he was a freak, then muttered something to Dylan about how this was "too much."

"Seriously, dude," a guy from his gym said, shaking his head. "I've worked out with you! We had coffee a few times! Now I learn that you are a shrimp dicked loser?"

'I'm sorry." Ryan said allowed.

"I can't continue to be friends with you." A blonde said from the corner. He set his drink down and made a B-line for the side of the house where the entrance to the gate was located. Two others followed.

"You are a disgrace to this whole fucking family!" Marcy called out before turning to say something to Dylan. The pair marched to the exit.

In a matter of minutes, the crowd that had once been buzzing with energy and laughter had thinned to barely eight people.

The backyard suddenly felt empty.

Finally, Trevor moved away from Ryan, to the remaining eight guests.

"James, can you flip those burgers? I'm sure they need it. They have to be about done!" The man spoke as if the situation was entirely normal. "If you're still hungry, we're getting there!"

James, one of Ryan's friends from school moved over to the grill that sat at the back near the fence. Trevor bolted passed Ryan and back inside.

For the first moment, Ryan was able to take in the scene. In the middle of the yard was a round table with a blue gingham tablecloth, surrounded by mismatched chairs, some with worn cushions. A long side table held bowls of chips, plastic plates, and cups, along with a few drinks--beer cans, lemonade, and soda--scattered across it in a haphazard display.

Ryan was too lost in taking in the space and his own emotions he hadn't seen Heather walk up to him. She was a brunette with a short bob, one of Ryan's friends from a volunteer organization they were a part of.

"I'm so sorry you have such a small dick, Ryan." He said softly bringing her drink to her mouth. It was obvious she was uncomfortable but trying her best.

"It's fine." The blonde responded.

"It's not." She came back, "Having a small dick is a terrible, awful, horrible thing. Some would rather die than be stuck with such a pathetic excuse for a penis. You are so strong for pushing through."

"Thank you." Ryan forced a smile.

"It must be terrible being disowned by your friends and family." Heather continued, "No one wants to be associated with a guy with such a shrimp dick."

"Yeah." He agreed, "Why did you stay?"

Heather took a moment to think over her words. Taking another sip of her cocktail she looked over Ryan's frail body. Her eyes stopped on his softening dick. Suddenly the small appendage seemed even smaller. For a moment Ryan thought she wasn't even going to respond to him. Finally, she cleared her throat.

"As long as you don't let anyone know at the office, I'm alright." She stated, "But if word gets out that you have a small dick," She paused, "I might have to... cut ties as well."

"I understand," Ryan said.

Suddenly Trevor reappeared with a cake in hand. Ryan's face flushed when he got sight of the sugary dessert. It was a ridiculous, overly decorated dick-shaped cake covered in icing and sprinkles. Along the length of the massive shaft were the words: Happy Birthday, Ryan! Sorry for your tiny dick!

"Alright, we've got cake!" Trevor announced, attempting to inject some energy into the air. A few of the guests whooped and called out as the man carried the cake to the table. As Trevor turned to him with that strained, hopeful look, Ryan felt a twinge of something fragile--an ache to believe this could still be okay, even as the awkwardness continued to swirl around them.

After a while, Trevor gently led Ryan to their bedroom, to get a moment or reprieve. He had been wandering around naked for about an hour. The room was quiet, a small sanctuary from the chaos outside, but the sounds of the party still reached them--muted laughter, clinking glasses, and the occasional shout.

Trevor moved to the window beside the bed and slid it open, maybe hoping the fresh air would help, or maybe just not thinking. Instantly, the sounds of the backyard poured in sharper--clearer now, no longer softened by glass.

"... like, what's even the point if it's that small?" someone sneered, followed by a ripple of laughter.

"Ugh, I'd die if my dick was that small!" Another called out.

"How are you feeling?" Trevor asked his partner. Ryan sat on the edge of the bed. He was overwhelmed, honesty.

"I feel like I'm losing everyone." He said allowed, "My parents. Half this damn party!"

"Oh, come on, Ryan. It's not that bad. At least they are learning the truth!" Trevor said, feigning sympathy. The man moved to his partner's side and sat next to him. His soft lips pressed against Ryan's neck causing chills to run down his entire body.

"What are you doing, Trev?" Ryan asked, his voice barely a whisper.

"I'm going to make you feel better, Ryan," Trevor said, his voice low and husky. "I'm going to fuck you, and I'm going to make sure everyone knows about it."

Trevor pushed Ryan back along the bed, his large body looming over him. He leaned down, his lips brushing against Ryan's ear. "Say it, Ryan. Tell me you want me to fuck you."

"I... I want you to fuck me, Trev. But I'm just really hurt right now... I..." Ryan whispered, his cheeks flushing with a mix of humiliation and desire.

Trevor smiled, his fingers tracing the line of Ryan's jaw. "In understand," he whispered, his lips capturing Ryan's in a searing kiss, "Having a tiny clit for a dick must be hard."

Their tongues clashed, exploring each other's mouths as Trevor's hands roamed over Ryan's body. He pinched Ryan's nipples, making him gasp, and then trailed his fingers down to his cock, stiffening again.

"Fuck, Trevor," Ryan moaned, his hips bucking against Trevor's hand.

Trevor broke away from the kiss, his lips trailing down Ryan's body, leaving a trail of kisses and nips. He took Ryan's tiny cock into his mouth, swirling his tongue around the head before sucking it deep. Even at its full length, the dick didn't even reach into Trevor's throat.

Ryan's moans filled the room, his hands fisting the sheets as Trevor's head bobbed up and down. But Trevor didn't want to make this too easy for Ryan. He wanted Ryan to remember this night, to remember how he was used and humiliated.

He pulled away from Ryan's cock, a wicked smile on his face. "You taste good, Ryan, but I want that ass!" Shouting Trevor's voice carried out into the backyard.

Ryan tensed, but Trevor shushed him, his lips capturing Ryan's in another demanding kiss. "Relax, Ryan. I've got you, my little pin dicked love."

Trevor's fingers slipped inside Ryan's hole, stretching him, preparing him. He added a second finger, scissoring them, making Ryan moan and squirm. Ryan hadn't noticed the hush that fell over the outside.

"Fuck, Trev, that feels so good!" Ryan shouted, his eyes closed, his body lost in the sensation.

Trevor removed his fingers, a thin sheen of saliva coating them. Trevor stood to his feet. Unbuckling his belt, he let his chinos fall to the ground. As the fabric dropped his massive ten-inch cock sprang to life. Ryan's eyes widened. It was like seeing that massive tool anew every time.

He positioned himself at Ryan's entrance, his cock pressing against him.

"Ready for me, Ryan?" Trevor asked, his voice a low growl.

Ryan nodded, his breath coming in short gasps. "Yes, please!"

Trevor pushed in slowly, giving Ryan time to adjust to his size. He could feel Ryan's body tense, but he didn't stop. He pushed in further.

"You okay?" Trevor asked, his voice gentle. Ryan nodded, his hands reaching up to cup Trevor's face, "Looks like your tiny dick is enjoying it!" Ryan blushed. Trevor started to move, slowly at first, then picking up speed. Ryan moaned with each thrust, his hands gripping Trevor tightly.

"Ouch, yes!" Ryan moaned, his hands gripping Trevor's biceps.

Trevor began to move, his hips thrusting against Ryan's. The bed creaked with their movements, the sounds of their bodies slapping together filling the room. The headboard began to bag along the wall, calling out to the guests below.

"Deeper, ooh, deeper!" Ryan moaned, his legs wrapping around Trevor's waist.

Trevor obliged, pushing in deeper, his cock filling Ryan completely. He leaned down, his lips capturing Ryan's in a searing kiss as he began to move faster.

"Faster, fuuuuk me, give it to meee!" Ryan moaned, his body moving in sync with Trevor's.

Trevor increased his pace, his body slamming against Ryan's. The sounds of their lovemaking filled the room, a symphony of moans, grunts, and the slapping of flesh against flesh.

"Harder, harder, yes," Ryan moaned, his body lost in the sensation as the ten inched rammed in and out of his once tight hole.

Trevor complied, his body moving like a piston as he fucked Ryan with all his might. The sounds of their friends downstairs were a constant reminder of Ryan's humiliation, and Trevor loved it.

"Oh, oh, ooooh," Ryan moaned, his body tense as he neared the edge. His voice carried over the backyard.

"Fuck, you small dicked bitch!" Trevor grunted, his body moving like a machine as he pushed Ryan over the edge.

Ryan's body convulsed, his cock erupting, cum shooting onto his chest as he rode out his orgasm.

"Cum for me, baby," Trevor growled, his voice hoarse with desire. "I wanna see your useless shrimp dick squirt!" Ryan obeyed, his body arching, his overgrown clit pulsing in into the air. A pale, soft liquid started to drip from the tiny patch of skin and ran over Ryan's pubes. His three inches began to vanish.

"Fuck yes, baby!" Trevor continued his onslaught of his partner's ass. It was only a few moments more before he began to release his seed deep in Ryan's hole. His body trembling. With a groan, the bigger man kept hammering his partner's ass. Ryan's hole was filled with ropes and more ropes. Trevor pulled his cock out, leaving a huge hole behind.

"God damn babe..." Ryan smiled.

The pair lay there for a moment, their bodies slick with sweat, their breaths coming in rapid gasps.

"Happy birthday, Ryan," Trevor said, a smug smile on his face as he looked down at his friend.

Ryan looked up at him, his eyes filled with a mix of humiliation and desire. "Thanks, Trev. That was... something else. What about the guests..."

"Well, we still need to cut the cake! I'm sure they are waiting." Trevor jumped to his feet, a few drops of cum flew about the room.

Ryan looked at the open window suddenly aware of the fact that not a single sound was coming from the outside. Trevor crept to the edge and glanced out. The eight guests had dwindled down to four, three of which starred directly up at the window.

"Let me get cleaned up really quick, I guess," Ryan said as he lifted himself up off the bed. Trevor shook his head. Placing his hand on his partner's chest he gave the man a knowing smile.

"Don't worry about it, babe," Trevor reached for his briefs and pants, "They already know you're a cumdump."

Ryan knew he was right.