My Birthday Present

By NAMB

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This story is intended for adults only. It contains depictions of forced nudity, spanking, and/or sexual activity of preteen and young teen children. This is fantasy, and the author in no way endorses or practices these things on real life. If you are not of legal age in your community to read or view such material, please leave now.
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My Birthday Present

Tracy is my absolute bestest friend. We met back in kindergarten and we’ve done everything together ever since.

She’s the one who showed me what little boys looked like. We were 7 years old at the time and her male cousin was visiting her.

He was only 6 years old and didn’t know that he was supposed to keep his private parts private. She asked him to take it out to show us and he just did it!

Her other cousin, Jeff, caught us and told us that we shouldn’t be doing that. I didn’t really know why at the time.

All I remember is “Gee, it must be neat having one of those. You can pee standing up and it just looks like it would be fun to have one.” I was disappointed that I was not so equipped.

That was almost 7 years ago. Things have changed. Tracy and I found out a lot more about boys than what they looked like. Having a penis isn’t a benefit; it’s a liability. First of all, it’s just “out there:” exposed, vulnerable. It’s not protected like our “girl parts.”

It’s subject to damage, physically, especially the balls. But it also betrays its owner. When a girl excites a boy, she makes him hard and there is nothing he can do about it and he can’t hide it. Tracy and I loved to make boys hard, just to see if we could do it and just for the fun of it.

It’s called “cock teasing” and it was our favorite sport. We’d do it anywhere at any time: at the mall, in school and even at church. It’s amazing what a short skirt, tight-fitting shorts or a revealing blouse can do. We didn’t even have to try that much.

Teen boys were the easiest. Once a boy hits puberty, all he thinks about is sex and we would hardly have to do anything to make him pop a boner. Older boys were a bit more of a challenge, but they would surrender too. Even grown men who should know better would get a lump in their pants.

It’s not like we targeted old men – oh, there was Mr. Nelson, our English teacher, but he was like 25 years old right out of college and what a hunk. Most adult men who got hard in our presence were “collateral damage.” Tracy and I would be teasing a boy or group of boys and then men would be looking on and get hard too.

We had to be careful with the effect we had over men and boys. With great power comes great responsibilities.

When I turned 15, Tracy arranged for a special birthday party for me. She didn’t give me any details except to say that I had to keep it a secret. She was inviting only a select group of girls and all of them were sworn to secrecy too.

She arranged it at her house, on the Saturday prior to my actual birthday.

I arrived early at the time she told me to be there. The house was decorated for a party. It was then that she said, “I have a special present for you and I want to show it to you before the rest of the girls arrive.”

“What is it?”

“Come with me, Sharon.”

She led me outside, opened the gate and led me to the back of her house. Then I saw my present: it was her brother, Trent. He was standing there with a bow on his head and “mummified” in gift wrap.

“Go ahead,” Tracy said, “open it up.”

I tore at the paper and it immediately became apparent that he was naked under his wrapping. I removed all the paper and there he stood with the bow still on his head, and a diaper made of the kind of tissue paper used for wrapping a gift.

“Wow, you went all out, Tracy.” I said picking at the tissue paper. I exposed his penis to reveal a second pink bow wrapped around his penis and balls.

“But how? Why is he letting you make him be naked?”

“I caught him masturbating. I mean big time. I got pictures of him doing it at the screen of his computer. If my dad saw them, he’d probably take away his car keys for life.”

“When did this happen?”

“Last Thursday.”

“And you didn’t tell me?”

“And spoil the surprise! That’s when I came up with the idea for this party. You don’t think I could pull off a party with a bunch of unchaperoned girls, liquor and who knows what else will happen, if my brother were around.

Now he has nothing to say about it.”

“So are you going to keep him naked for the party?”

“That’s up to you, girl. He’s your present. You can do whatever you want with him. He’s yours for the day. If you tell him to stay naked, he’ll stay naked. If you tell him to lick your foot, he’ll lick your foot. If you tell him to kiss your ass, he’ll kiss your ass. If you tell him to jerk off, then jerk-off he will.

I’ve seen him do it – jerk off, that is. Man, he can pump that stuff out. I made him do it for me when I caught him.”

“When are the rest of the girls coming over?”

“In about 15 minutes. I told them not to arrive early. That will give us time to plan.”

The three of us went inside.

“We’ll have some time for Trent to perform, but I hope you’ll let him alone long enough to greet and serve us girls.”

The doorbell rang.

“Wait a minute!” I said. “Do you really mean I can have him do anything?”

“Yes, within reason.”

I giggled as I grabbed a couple of balloons and tied them to the bow around his penis and balls. I shortened up the ribbons holding the balloons so they hovered about chest high. I put the other bow back on his head.

In this silly costume, I sent him off to answer the door.

He opened the door while standing behind it. There were two girls there: Katie and Francine. I recognized them. They were girls in his class – upperclassmen. High praise for the party indeed. I could just imagine what school would be like for him having to face them every day after what they would see (and already saw) today.

As he closed the door, the two girls got their first good look at him and doubled over in laughter. “It’s true! He’s naked!” Katie squeaked like a giddy girl half her age.

“I’m glad I accepted the invitation. I was only expecting some drinks. This is going to be a fun party,” her mate responded.

The act was repeated as Denise, Patricia, Ellen and Barbara arrived.

Denise and Patricia arrived singly. Ellen arrived with Barbara. Tracy and I were friends with our classmates Denise and Patricia. We occasionally did things together like sleepovers, but nothing like this.

Ellen was also in our class, but we never did anything with her outside of school. Tracy knows her better than me. Barbara was Ellen’s younger cousin. At 13 years of age, she was the youngest girl at the party.

“Make yourselves at home,” our hostess said, “If you need anything our servant, Trent, will take care of it.”

The girls didn’t hesitate to put him through his paces. Most of them delighted in taking a tweak at his naked rear end and one or two of the bolder ones a grope at his penis.

At one point, he announced, “I have to go to the bathroom.”

His sister asked, “Number 1 or Number 2?”

He blushed and responded, “Number 1.”

“Well, there is no way all us girls are going to be able to crowd around you in the bathroom to watch, so you’ll have to do it outside.”

Francine pulled Tracy aside and whispered something in her ear.

Tracy’s face lit up, “Excellent idea! Only Trent is Sharon’s boy for the day, so ask her.”

I heard her idea and immediately approved it.

Tracy directed her brother. “Stand here. Hands at your sides.” She got some ribbon and fashioned a collar around his neck and braided up some more ribbon to make a lead. Meanwhile I could detect a slight trembling in the boy’s body as he was fighting from doing a ‘pee dance” as his bladder became ever fuller. The other girls noticed and laughed.

Tracy handed the lead to me.

“Down on all fours,” I commanded. “We’re going to take our doggie out for a walk in the yard.”

I had to let him get back up to go down the stairs but made him get down as soon as we got to the grass.

There was only one tree in Tracy’s back yard and we led him to it.

“You know what to do,” I said. “Lift your leg and water the tree.”

He swayed a bit as he did it and had a difficult time holding his leg up.

Katie lent him a hand and held it up for him. Meanwhile the rest of us girls were snapping pictures with our phones.

It took him almost a minute to pee and we giggled for every second watching him do it.

He finally finished and Katie asked him if he was done. He said yes, and she let go of this knee.

As I was walking him back to the house, Ellen asked, “Can I ride him?”

“Why not,” I responded.

She got on his back and I led him back to the house. It was obvious that he was in pain. “What’s the matter,” I asked.

“My knees. The rocks are digging into my knees. I don’t think I could make it across the concrete with her on my back.”

I nodded to Ellen, “Get off. We’ll do this inside on the rug.”

I led him inside. He was able to get up the stairs on all fours.

Back in the living room I asked, “It wouldn’t be a party without pony rides. Who wants to go first?”

“I’m first,” Ellen insisted.

I led him one lap around the room where I told Ellen, “Time to get off and let the other girls ride him.”

The girls were queued up and all of them took a ride, even Francine and Katie. They each took pictures of the other girl riding their classmate.

Every girl had something drink, even Barbara so by the time of the main event they were tipsy and ready for anything.

“Another game that is fun to play is ‘pin the tail on the donkey.’” Tracy announced.

She pointed at Trent. “That is our donkey.” Holding up a vibrator she said, “and this is our tail.”

She went on to explain, “Here is how the game will work. “Trent will be on all fours on the coffee table so he’s at a comfortable height.

We’ll blindfold each girl and spin her around. Then the rest of us girls will give her instructions on how to insert the viby into my brother’s ass. Once she’s done that, she can turn it on for a minute.

The girl who does it in the least amount of time wins.

The birthday girl goes last. Who wants to be first.”

She got a chorus of girls jumping up and down shouting, “Me, me!”

“Sharon, he’s your boy. You get to choose.”

“He’s your brother, so I want you to go first.” I then filled out the rest of the “batting line up.”

There were a lot of giggles and picture taking as the girls shouted instructions at Tracy. I don’t know how she sorted them all out, but she did navigate to the vicinity of her brother’s rear end quickly.

Getting her to position the vibrator so she could insert it took a lot more time, but once she “found the slot” of his ass cheeks all she had to do was push it gently as she moved it up and down the crack. She found the hole and pushed it in to the cheers and the applause of the rest of us girls.

She took off her blindfold and turned it on. It emitted a gentle humming sound and we could see the shocked expression on Trent’s face.

“That should be about a minute,” she said and turned it off and pulled it out. She wiped it off and put more lubricant on it and announced, “Next girl!”

Each of the guests too her turn with the boy. By the third insertion, one of them yelled out, “Look at that! He’s leaking.”

Indeed, a drop of viscus precum hung precariously off the end of his penis, elongating into a string pulled by gravity. It eventually snapped, falling to the table. From then on, he was leaking like a faucet in need of a washer.

By the time it was my turn, there was quite a pool of precum on the table.

I really didn’t need to be turned around to feel dizzy. The alcohol was sufficient for that. But it also made me bolder. I had lost my inhibitions and was able to enjoy what I was about to do.

At first it was confusing with the cacophony of female voices each shouting out a different instruction, but I was able to isolate Tracy’s voice and tried to filter it out so I could concentrate on her instructions.

Going last had its advantages. I saw what worked and didn’t work with the other girls, and the girls got better at giving instructions.

I found his asshole in pretty good time. I felt so powerful as I pushed the toy in. I was already high on alcohol but even higher on dominance and impaling the boy with the vibrator put me over the top. I wet my panties. I didn’t care.

I removed the blind fold and giggled as I looked down the body of the boy in front of me and saw the end of the device sticking out. Tracy shouted, “Go ahead, girl, turn him on.”

I did and the girls crowded around to watch the precum being milked from his penis. I think Tracy let it go a lot longer than the minute the other girls got. I hated to turn the vibrator off.

Finally, she called it off. “I don’t want to waste a cum on this. I think we’d all like to see how Trent can perform jerking off. We can all sit around more comfortably and get a better view.

Besides, we’re running out of time. My mom will be home in a couple of hours and we got to get this place cleaned up.”

“We’ll help,” Patricia said, to which all the girls nodded their assent.

Tracy’s brother was still on the table on all fours and we commanded him to kneel up. His penis was erected and dripping precum. I don’t think there was a girl who failed to get a picture of that.

“And now for the climax – in more ways than one.” Tracy produced a sheet to lay out in front of him. “It was in the laundry and has to be washed anyway,” she explained.

“Time to unwrap my present,” I said undoing his collar and lead. I also undid the ribbons on his penis and balls allowing the balloons to float up to the ceiling.

“Tracy tells me that you are a world-class masturbator. How about you show us?”

Wait a sec,” Tracy cautioned. She reached behind him and turned the vibrator on. “Now, you can do it. Jerk off for Sharon and the rest of us girls.”

He reached down and started to stroke his penis. Out came the girls’ phones. They could not decide whether to watch the live show going on in front of them or look at it through their tiny screens so they could enjoy it over and over again in the future. Some girls snapped pictures, others were intent on taking videos. We all agreed to share everything when the party was over.

Trent pumped away for about a minute when he announced, “I’m cumming.” The girls got up from their seats and crowded around. Video clips were started. Eight phones were focused on his hand and penis as cum leapt from it.

Tracy was right; he was a world-class cummer. He shot out a huge glob of cum that made Patricia and Barbara who were standing in front of him to jump back.

His second shot was just as good, landing even further down on the sheet.

Trent kept pumping and shooting for at least a minute. By the time he was done, there was nothing but silence from the awed girls.

Tracy broke us out of our shock She switched off the vibrator and removed it. “We better get the sheet up before it soaks trough.”

Katie remarked, “My cousin showed me some videos of men doing this on her computer. They’re supposed to be porn stars and I don’t think they pick them because their penises are small or they don’t cum a lot.

Trent is as big as some of them, but none of them can beat how much cum he just shot out.

Tracy, you should make a porn movie starring your brother.”

“I’ll keep that in mind,” Tracy giggled.

The party sort of broke up after that. As promised the girls all pitched in to help clean up the place and remove all traces of the party. Tracy even put the sheet in the washing machine.

As they were leaving she cautioned the rest of us girls, “Now remember. Take care with those pictures. We share them only with ourselves. We don’t want to ruin a good thing. If those pictures get out, we could be in trouble.

If those pictures get out then the cat is out of the bag on my brother. He’ll be embarrassed for sure, but we can no longer hold them as blackmail over him.

I don’t know when we’ll have the opportunity to do something like this again, but I would like to have the opportunity.”

I stood at the door with Tracy as she said good-bye to her guests.

She closed the door as the last girl left and turned to her brother, “So did you have a good time? The girls really liked you.”

“Really?”

“They all think you are cute.”

Yeah, he’s cute and he’s still mine for the rest of the day. “Can I take him home with me? My mom is still out. I hear that boys can recover and do it again.”

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