A Birthday Surprise (Patreon)

All characters are 18+ 

This is actually based on a true story, funnily enough. Some aspects have been changed/added. 

I'll start by saying that my friends are assholes. Not assholes in the douchebag kind of way, more in the friendly kind of way. My friends are friendly assholes.

They're jokers, and have always been jokers. I guess I was, too, a little, but on the night of my eighteenth birthday party, they went one step too far, and it changed my life.

As anybody who has ever had a party knows, the run up was excruciatingly stressful. Would people show up? If they did, would they have a good time? Was the food sorted out? The DJ? The venue? Perhaps I was too much of a worrier, but I had sleepless nights over it.

When the day finally arrived, it felt like I was getting married. Everything was planned to perfection, but I still had a niggling feeling that something would go wrong, and I was right, or kinda' right at least.

I have a big family, you see. Everyone on both sides had been invited for the first couple of hours, after which, the responsible adults would leave, and the irresponsible ones would remain for a night of shots, dancing and puking.

When the party finally began, I spent the first hour at the bar having my first legal pint of beer with my dad.

"Try to relax, son" he told me, "it's your big night".

I did try, and with the help of another couple of beers, I somewhat succeeded, and sure enough, after an hour, my family and friends had filled the place out, and I could finally begin to enjoy the night that I'd been so stressed out about.

That was, until my best friend Adam rushed over to me with a look of pure panic on his face.

"We have a problem" he said, and I gawped at him.

"A problem?"

Before Adam could respond, the music faded away, the DJ began to speak, and every person in the room turned to look at me as I became a shade of red that had never been seen on a human before.

Now, before I continue, I'd like to explain that within the crowd of roughly sixty to seventy people, both sets of my grandparents sat, both in their eighties, as well as every aunt, uncle, cousin, sibling and distant relative that I had ever met. My mom and two older brothers were also there, and every friend that I had.

We'd joked about it before, but the key word was joked. I hadn't considered that they would ever actually do it, but I was wrong. Oh, I was very wrong.

The DJ asked for the dance floor to be cleared, and I stood like Moses as the Red Sea of people parted and left me alone. I looked into the crowd of old and young, and could see the look of apologetic misery on the faces of my friends. What the fuck had they done?

After a few agonising minutes of having every eye on me, the door straight ahead burst open, and the realisation of what was happening hit me like a train.

A man of about thirty appeared, and admittedly, he was probably the most handsome man I'd ever laid eyes on. He was dressed in a fireman's suit, and even through the thick fabric, I could see his muscles bulge.

I glared at Adam and the rest of the gang, my heart punching through my chest as the sexy fireman began to walk toward me, and then my eyes fell on some of the more conservative members of my increasingly horrified family. They looked almost as terrified as I felt.

The music cranked back up, though it wasn't a song I'd heard before, nor was I even particularly bothered about it. I continued to watch this complete hunk as he approached me, until finally he stood inches away and began.

This was mortifying for more than one reason. Sure, having my entire family watch someone giving me a strip tease was incredibly embarrassing, but the more pressing matter was that nobody on the planet knew that I was gay.

It was a joke of course. A cruel prank organised by my friends, though I later found out that the male stripper wasn't due to arrive until after my family had left. Alas, here he was, and I was far too polite to cause a scene. At least, more of a scene than what was already being caused.

The fireman had someone slide a chair against the back of my legs, and quite roughly shoved me onto it as he began. I couldn't look at anybody now, least of all my poor elderly grandparents.

His jacket came off first, slow and sexually. When the zipper reached the end, he grabbed my wrist, had me yank it the rest of the way, then placed both of my hands on his solid, washboard abs as he dropped the jacket onto the floor.

Had I been alone with this man, it would have been a spectacular ordeal, but we weren't alone, not by a long shot, so when he lowered my hands to the zipper of his pants, I felt physically sick.

What could I do? I considered running from my own party, but how dramatic would that have been? The only option I had, was to brush it off and act as though this was a hilarious joke. That idea faded quite quickly, when the man's pants came down to reveal a gigantic bulge hidden beneath a pair of lace briefs.

His junk was quite literally inches from my face. I could smell the warm musk from him, a delicious aroma of cologne and fresh sweat which washed over me with every thrust of his hips. He was strong, too, forcing my hands to trail his wonderful torso, until they reached the waistband of his skimpy underpants.

"You're gonna' pull em' off" he whispered, and some guy in a suit who looked like a nightclub bouncer handed him a white, somewhat see through towel which he used to shield what was soon to be his nudity from the rest of the crowd.

I gawped at him, but when I took a moment too long, he placed his large hands over mine, and we ripped his underwear off together.

It took me a second to realise that a cock of no less than six or seven inches soft was now staring back at me. Other than my own, I'd never even seen one in real life. It was magnificent, and slightly concerning. Who even had a cock that size? His penis length, however, wasn't the most pressing matter.

I now had two issues. The first being my families certain confusion that I was getting a naked lap dance from a man, and the second, the fact that my confused little mind was fighting off the sexual arousal in my pants.

As a somewhat drunk teen, I was simply unable to comprehend both issues at the same time, and so I didn't, and instead, I watched as the hot stripper straddled my lap, facing me, and had me rub my hands up his thick thighs as he wrapped the towel around both of us.

"Are you gettin' hard, kid?" He asked me, and I wasn't sure if he was angry or happy at the fact that my jeans were beginning to strain.

I couldn't answer him. The question had been so painfully blunt that it stunned me almost as much as his monstrous cock. He reached between my legs and squeezed my erection, then called the guy who I assume was his body guard over.

"He's eighteen, right?" He asked the stern looking man, who nodded.

Before I knew what was happening, the stripper had pulled me to my feet and tied the towel around his waist. He lifted my arm up, like I'd won a boxing match, and proudly announced the situation to the entire room.

"I've given him a boner, and I haven't even started yet!"

The blood drained from my body. It felt like someone had reached inside me and twisted my stomach, but the worst was yet to come.

The man stood behind me as we faced into the crowd of my family who I simply couldn't look at. I felt his arms around my waist, and a moment later, a coolness on my bare legs as my jeans slid down to my ankles.

Do you want to know what's more horrifying than being stripped half naked by a stripper whilst your entire family watches on? Me too, because I've yet to come across it.

My erection had thankfully died instantly, but it was no less humiliating. I felt his fingers at the waistband of my boxer briefs, and finally my brain kicked into life, and I turned to him with a look of venomous warning on my face.

"Relax, kid" he whispered and turned me right back to the crowd.

"Who wants to see his cock?!"

I felt like vomiting.

Of course, I didn't exactly blame him. How was he to know that the room was populated mostly by my aging family? The spotlight was quite literally on us, so he couldn't even see them. That made it no less horrific for me though.

My underwear was yanked down, and not a second too soon was the white linen towel wrapped around my waist, too. I almost cried with relief until I realised that we were now both wearing the same towel.

"Go with my moves, kid" he whispered in my ear, "or they really will see it".

I felt like a puppet. The man held my naked waist and moved me sensually around the dance floor, and all I could think about was this light piece of fabric sliding off of us and exposing my genitals to my family. I have never willed a piece of material as much in my life.

When our naked display finally came to an end, the man guided me back toward my discarded underwear and whispered to me again.

"Stay standing when I let you go, and keep your hands over your junk".

I once again had no response.

"When I bend you, bend".

I gulped, grabbed my cock and balls, and felt the light material slide away from me, leaving me totally naked from the waist down as I prayed that my family had turned away.

"Bend"

He pushed my back forward, keeping my naked ass in place, which covered his huge cock from the crowd's view. I felt it push between my butt cheeks as I bent forward and once again, this sudden homoerotic madness made the blood rush to my dick.

"Who thinks Danny has been a very naughty boy?!" The man called to the crowd, and my eyes widened as a roar of agreement came back.

"Who thinks we should spank Danny for being a very naughty boy?!" Another roar, and I wasn't sure whether to be relieved that the crowd weren't throwing their guts up, or disgusted that they were actually partaking in this horror show.

"Who has a belt?!" The man called again, and now I was worried.

From the corner of my eye, I watched Adam approach us with an expression of both sympathy and hilarity. He pulled his belt from his pants, handed it to the man, and placed his hand on my shoulder.

"I'm so fucking sorry, bro" he said, and burst into laughter as he disappeared again.

"I need eighteen people to line up behind him!" The stripper called out, and the music changed to an upbeat fucking jig.

I couldn't look. I refused to bare witness to the traitorous monsters who called themselves family. I could see feet go by as I held onto my privates like my life depended on it.

"ONE!" The DJ yelled, and I gasped as the belt stung at my buttocks.

"Happy Birthday, Danny" one of my cousins laughed, passing the belt back to the next in line.

"TWO!" The DJ called, and I winced as my brother hit me with such force that I'm surprised the damn belt didn't snap.

On and on and on it went. Cousins, brothers, aunts and uncles all took turns beating my poor butt until it came to the eighteenth strike.

"Do you have anything you'd like to say, dad?" I heard the DJ say, as my own fucking father stood behind me with the belt in his hand.

"Well, Danny" my dad said, now holding the microphone, "I'll admit that I wasn't quite expecting to be looking up your butt tonight, and I certainly wasn't planning on punishing you on your eighteenth birthday, but here we are! So enjoy your night, son, your mother and I love you very much".

With those painful words, my dad brought back his arm and whacked my brutalised ass with such force that I almost fell forward, and jolted upright as I hissed with pain.

The stripper returned and spun me around to reveal my shining ass to the crowd.

"Do you think he's been punished enough?" He called out, and I was somewhat relieved to hear a sea of 'yes' return, along with a few 'no's' from the guys.

"Nice one, kid" he whispered, as he slid my underwear up my legs.

When I was clad in my shirt and my boxer briefs once more, I expected the ordeal to come to an end, but instead, the song changed again, and now I felt like I was on the set of Magic Mike.

I grimaced as my injured ass hit the wood of the chair and I was seated once again. The stripper, who was still naked with only the towel around his waist, took a bottle from the guy in a suit and squirted oil down his chest.

"Rub it in" he told me, and I did.

For the third time, I felt my cock stiffen, but now I had no jeans to hide the tent. I wanted the ground to swallow me, because I knew that anybody who cared to look, would instantly see my erection.

The man continued guiding my hands around his solid body, until he stepped closer once more, and opened the towel so that his perfect cock was right back at my face, but my head and his junk were still covered from the crowd.

He drizzled his long pole with the oil.

"Hand or mouth?" He asked, and my jaw dropped.

"H... Hand" I replied sheepishly, and he nodded.

I don't recall if he placed my hand there or I did, but a few seconds later, I was massaging the oil into this man's penis. By now, my cock was bursting in my underwear. I so wished that the room would simply clear out and leave me alone with this handsome, fit hunk, but it wasn't to be, and now my entire family watched on as I gave my first handjob.

The guy didn't actually get hard, which was strange, but I guess it was his job, and he probably wasn't even gay. I tried to keep my mind blank as I jerked him off, until finally he stepped back and closed the towel again.

"Lay on the ground on your back" he whispered to me, and I didn't know whether to laugh or cry.

I did as I was told, even though I now knew that my boner was public knowledge. I tried to cover it with my hands, but the naked man moved them to my sides and stood over me so that I was looking directly up the towel where I could see his cock, balls, taint and ass. It certainly didn't help my hard on.

He began to squat, and my eyes turned to the size of dinner plates as he quite literally sat on my face. His cock and balls rested over my eyes, his warm hole pressed down on my lips, and a moment later he began to speak.

"So... Have you all been having a good night?" He said into the microphone, much to the joy of the crowd who clapped and laughed.

"It's a tough gig" he continued, "sometimes you've gotta just take a break and sit down".

More laughter, as I tried to focus on something other than the butt hole on my mouth.

"Everyone give it up for Danny!" He roared, and the crowd cheered as he stood up and dragged me to my feet, dazed and disorientated.

My cheeks on my face were as red as the ones on my ass, but I was just glad that the ordeal had come to an end. He held my arm up again, forcing me to bow to the crowd with him, and then leaned in.

"I just need you to come outside for a moment" he told me, and I was glad of the excuse to get some air.

I dressed quicker than I ever had before as people patted me on the back and returned to the dance floor. I wasn't quite sure that I'd even come back once I had done whatever I needed to do outside.

I followed the stripper and his bodyguard out into the cool night air, until he turned around and shook my hand.

"I didn't know your whole family were there, kid" he half winced, "so I skipped over some parts, sorry about that".

"It's uh... It's okay" I replied awkwardly, and waited for them to get into their van and go.

"Well, your buddies paid for the whole package" he continued, "so if you wanna hop into the back, I can finish up in there".

I cocked a brow. What was this all about?

"I'm fucking freezing, Shaun" the bouncer said, and jumped into the front seat of the van.

I'm not sure why exactly I followed Shaun into the back. I guess my horny young brain saw no issue with that fact that I could have easily been kidnapped, but when I climbed inside, Shaun closed the door and dropped the towel.

"You took those belts like a champ" he laughed, "let me see your ass".

I sheepishly pulled the back of my jeans down to show him. It wasn't like he hadn't seen it already, anyway.

"That'll hurt tomorrow" he chuckled, and without warning, yanked them down to my ankles once more.

My boxer briefs came with them, and now I was naked, and covering my cock again.

"You can suck it" he said, waving his large cock at me.

Perhaps it was the buzz of the entire thing, but now that we were alone, sucking his cock sounded like the most amazing idea in the world. I immediately dropped my hands and mindlessly got to my knees in the dusty van.

Shaun sat back as I leaned forward. Yes, I was nervous, but I was also incredibly horny, and a moment later, I was taking his pole into my mouth.

"Watch your teeth, kid" he breathed, as his flesh filled me.

He tasted amazing, and his cock was still slick with the flavourless oil that I'd rubbed into him earlier. It took him only a few seconds to get hard, and I was relieved that he didn't actually grow a huge amount.

I gagged on him, spilling my saliva down his hard cock as I plunged deeper and deeper, and tried to recall what I'd seen in the countless porn videos I'd watched.

"Jerk yourself while you do it" he mumbled, his body now relaxed as the scent of his sweat wafted over me.

He didn't need to ask me twice. I grabbed hold of my throbbing cock and began to pump it as I sucked. It was a wonderful experience, and it was at that moment that I realised that I would seek out cock for the rest of my life.

Being naked on my knees in front of this muscled god was unlike anything I'd felt before. He was so powerful and hot, and I was his toy.

"Oh yeah" he groaned, rubbing his hand through my hair, "gag on that shit".

His voice alone was enough to bring me to the edge. I moaned onto his rod, my entire body filling with the magical feeling of orgasm, until finally I began to cum all across the dusty floor of the van.

"Good boy" he moaned, keeping a handful of my hair in his fist as he pumped his cock into me.

As I shot my load, Shaun gasped and did the same. He was like a hose, pouring thick, hot sperm into my mouth as I did my best to gulp it down. It was delicious, and the more he fed me, the more I swallowed, until finally it was over.

"Happy birthday, Danny" he smirked as I dressed yet again, "keep this part between us, though, will you?" He added, "I'm technically not supposed to go this far".

I nodded as he opened the doors and I stepped back into the cold night.

"Rub lotion on your ass before you go to bed tonight" he grinned, "you'll thank yourself for it tomorrow".

I nodded once more and grinned too as the taste of the hot stripper remained on my tongue.

As they drove off, I felt a hand on my shoulder and turned to find Adam and a few of the others.

"Dude, we are really fucking sorry, man. We had no idea it would go that far in there".

I stared at them for a moment before a smile broke across my face.

"I guess this means I don't have to do the whole coming out thing, then, doesn't it?" I asked, and Adam beamed at me.

"Bro, we've known you were gay since you were like six, it's not that shocking".

We all laughed together as we returned to the party, and to save me from the eternal humiliation, not one person in my family has ever mentioned that wild night of my eighteenth birthday since.