The Birthday Club 2

By Zyngaru
zyngaru@ml1.net

Copyright 2020 by Zyngaru, all rights reserved

The Birthday Club - Chapter 2
 
I’m happy with the number of emails from guys submitting their Birthday Club fantasies. Here are the first of what I hope are many more. If nothing else, here is an opportunity to get your name in a story. Although I will only use the initial of the last name to protect privacy.
 
Story 1 - The Aquatic Park
 
This is my Birthday Club fantasy. Sherman K.
 
Today is my eleventh birthday. I’m small and exceptionally skinny with blond hair and blue eyes. If I were into girls, I’d be the poster boy in every girl’s bedroom. But not only am I not into girls, I hate them. For some reason, they like to boss me around and tease me and in general, make my life miserable. What I don’t understand at my tender age, is that these girls are interested in me, and thus they try to get my attention the only way they know how.
 
This morning I climb out of bed, strip off my Superman pajamas and immediately pull on my blue and white swimming board shorts. I look like the quintessential surfer boy in them. Now it’s eight in the morning and my birthday party at the city’s Aquatic Park isn’t until noon, but I’m is so excited, I’m ready to go four hours early. Today is my special day. There’s only going to be my very best friends at my party. John, who lives next door, is my bestest and oldest friend. We’ve known each other since we were toddlers going to the same daycare. Then there’s Randy, Steve and Dylan. I’ve known all three of them since first grade.
 
No sooner than I’m up and moving around, John comes over to hang out until time to go to the party. Now two eleven year old boys, who are excited and anxious, can be frustrating for a parent. This is the case for my parents. John and I are running around with so much pent up nervous energy that if harnessed, we could power our town for a month. It’s all my parents can do to keep from spanking the both of us, to settle us down. They would do that on any other day, but this being my birthday, they don’t want to ruin it for me with a spanking, so they just grit their teeth and work through it. Now, neither John or I are strangers to spankings. We’re your typical tweens and as such receive our fair share of bottom warm ups.
 
Thirty minutes before noon, we all climb into our SUV and drive to the Aquatic Park. Upon arriving, we can see Randy, Steve and Dylan waiting by the entrance door. Of course the SUV has to be unloaded with all of our party stuff and then lugged inside before us boys can hit the pool and water slides. What seems like hours, but is actually only a few minutes, is all it takes to get everything inside, so we’re finally released to go and burn off our energy. The water slides are the main attraction. We love the really high one, that cork screws around and around before dropping us into the deep end of the pool. We go down this slide at least a half dozen times before doing some back flips off the diving boards.
 
Now we’re just treading water in the deep end of the pool watching other kids slide down the big slide, when Randy gets his big idea. Randy thinks it’ll be awesome if we go one at a time down the slide head first to see who can skim over the top of the water the furthest. The others will stay in the pool to take the measurement. Now, it’s against the rules to go down this particular slide head first, for safety reasons, but boys being boys, we figure we can get away with it. So one at a time we each take a turn. Thus far with only me left to try it, Dylan has skimmed across the pool the furthest. Fortunately for us, the lifeguard has been too busy talking to a boy standing by her chair, to take any notice of what we are doing.
 
Now, it’s my turn to walk up the long ramp to the top of the slide. Other kids are pushing to go, so I let them go before me. Once I’m the only one still standing on top pf the slide, I get down on my belly and push off. I circle around and around and around. Now at the beginning of this account, I mentioned that I’m exceptionally skinny. This means that I don’t have much of a buttocks. Actually you can say I don’t have any butt at all. My legs just go up and connect with my waist without any of the normal bulge of a butt. Now when I was sliding down feet first, there wasn’t any problem, but now that I’m sliding head first, there’s a situation arising which I hadn’t anticipated. Half way down, I can feel my swimmers slipping. Normally I’d just reach back and hold on to them, but in this situation, my arms are stretched out in front of me, so I’ll glide better across the top of the pool when I land. So I can’t reach back and get hold of my swimmers. I try to spread my legs out behind me to help keep my swimmers from sliding down.
 
It’s not working very well. Not having a butt, my swimmers don’t have anything to grab hold of, so they continue to slip down my legs. By the time I reach the bottom and shoot out over the water, my swimmers are down around his knees. As I glide across the top of the pool, my swimmers slide down to my ankles and then they totally come off, leaving me naked in the pool. Now whether it’s due to less friction being naked, as I glide across the water or because I’m just better at gliding than my friends, who knows, but I go the furthest and win our competition. Unfortunately, I can’t really celebrate because I’m very naked in a very public pool. My friends Once they see me naked, laugh hysterically at my predicament. I’m red faced from embarrassment and frantically look around to see if I can locate my swimmers, with no luck at all.
 
I also hear a whistle blowing in the background, which I totally ignore, because finding my swimmers and covering up my nakedness is the most important thing for me right now. Then I spots them. They’re sitting on the bottom of the deep end of the pool. I quickly dive down to try and get them, but to my frustration, I can only get about half way down. When I surface to get a breath of air and try again, there’s an angry lifeguard standing on the pool deck blowing her whistle and motioning for me to come to her. Now, I don’t want to go to her. Not like this. I want to dive back down to retrieve my swimmers, but the lifeguard is not taking no for an answer. So, I swim to the edge of the pool, where she tells me to get out of the pool.
 
Sherman: “But I can’t. My swim trunks are down there.”
 
Now evidently the lifeguard hadn’t noticed that I’m stark naked until just now and begins laughing.
 
Lifeguard: “Serves you right, young man. Now get out of the pool immediately.”
 
Sherman: “But I’m naked!”
 
Lifeguard: “I don’t care. Get out of the pool.”
 
With no other option, I slowly climb out of the pool and stand in front of the lifeguard with my hands clasped over my tiny boyhood. Now anytime a lifeguard calls someone out, everyone else stops what they’re doing and looks on to see what’s happening. Today they’re getting a real treat. Today they’re seeing a stark naked little boy, frozen in place in front of a lifeguard that is reading him the riot act.
 
Lifeguard: “Do you know why I blew my whistle at you?”
 
Sherman: “Because I’m swimming naked?”
 
Lifeguard: “No! Actually, I didn’t know you were naked until just now. I blew my whistle because you came down the slide head first which is a serious safety issue.”
 
Sherman’s Mom: “SHERMAN! What on earth are you doing out here naked?”
 
Lifeguard: “Is Sherman your son?”
 
Sherman’s mom: “Yes.”
 
Lifeguard: “Well it seems your son decided to break the rules and went down the slide head first. In doing so, evidently his swimmers came off and are now sitting at the bottom of the pool.”
 
Sherman’s mom: “Is that true, Sherman?”
 
Sherman: “Yes ma’am.”
 
Sherman’s Mom: “Then it serves you right that you’re naked. If you’d obeyed the rules your swimmers wouldn’t have come off. So as far as I’m concerned, you can just stay naked. Oh! And move those hands. It looks like you’re playing with yourself and you know how I feel about you playing with yourself. Besides, you ain’t got nothing to cover up and even if you had, rules breakers don’t deserve any modesty.”
 
Sherman: “But mom. I’m naked and everyone will see my willy!”
 
Sherman’s mom: “You ain’t got nothing they haven’t seen before. Now move your hands or I’ll smack that bottom of yours.”
 
I don’t have any other option, since mom won’t stand up for me. I slowly move my hands down by my sides, revealing my wiener to everyone. I can feel every eye in the place looking directly at my little two inch bald penis. I’ve never been so embarrassed in my young life.
 
Lifeguard: “I’m thinking you’ve learned your lesson about going down the slide backwards, so I’m going to let you off on that one.”
 
Sherman: “Thanks.”
 
Lifeguard: “ But since I’m a member of the Birthday Club and we like to make sure boys have a very special and memorable birthday, I’ve decided since you swam naked in my pool, which isn’t allowed, that you can stay this way until you retrieve your swimmers.”
 
Sherman: “What! No! Please! I tried to get them, but they’re down too deep. I can’t dive that deep.”
 
Lifeguard: “You’ll just have to figure it out, but until then, you’re staying naked.”
 
Sherman: “Mom! Please make her get my swimmers for me.”
 
Sherman’s mom: “I’ll do no such thing. This lifeguard didn’t drop your swimmers in the pool. You did. So it’s up to you to get them back. Unless of course you want to go home naked.”
 
Sherman: “No. Not that! I’ll get them. Somehow.”
 
Sherman: “Guys. You’ll help me? Right?”
 
Lifeguard: “Sherman. You lost your swimmers. It’s your responsibility to get them back. But since you’re saying you can’t dive down that deep. I’ll let your friends help you. But if they do. They have to be naked as well.”
 
Sherman: “Guys. You heard her. You can help me get my swimmers back.”
 
Randy: “No way, dude. I’m not getting naked.”
 
Dylan: “Me either.”
 
Sherman: “Steve?”
 
Steve: “You know we’re best buds and all, but I just can’t go naked with everyone seeing me. I just can’t.”
 
John: “I’ll do it. You’re my bestest friend and I’m sort of responsible for you being naked, since I did the whole slide head first thing too.”
 
Sherman: “Thanks John. I know you can dive that deep. You’re an awesome swimmer.”
 
John looks around and then closes his eyes as he lowers his swim trunks and steps out of them. That’s when the lifeguard bends down, grabs his trunks and tosses them out into the middle of the pool. Everyone watches as John’s trunks slowly sink to the bottom.
 
Lifeguard: “Since you admitted that you broke the same rule as Sherman, it’s only fair that you have to do the same punishment.”
 
Lifeguard: “What about you three?”
 
Randy: “We gotta go. Mom will be outside to pick us up in just a few minutes.”
 
With that Randy, Steve and Dylan take off for the exit, even though the actual party hasn’t began and no one has had cake and ice cream yet.
 
Lifeguard: “Well boys. It looks like you two are on your own.”
 
Sherman’s mom: “Well it looks like we’re going to have plenty of cake and ice cream. If anyone wants to come over to our table and celebrate Sherman’s birthday with us, you’re more than welcome.”
 
Sherman’s mom tells the lifeguard: “I’m going to go ahead and serve it now and the boys can come back later to dive for their swimmers.”
 
Sherman: “But mom we’re naked. Can’t we get our swimmers first?”
 
Sherman’s mom: “No! Three of your friends have already deserted you, so we’re going to have your party right now, before anything else happens.”
 
With that, naked me and naked John walk behind my very determined mom, back to where the picnic tables are set up. We’re followed by a dozen kids of varying ages. The group is evenly split between boys and girls. Now, John wasn’t expecting this turn of events when he volunteered to get naked and help me retrieve his swimmers, but now he doesn’t have much choice in letting everyone gawk at his two inch bald pecker. Both of us are embarrassed as we can be and try to hurry the party up, but my mom isn’t having any of it. She takes her time dishing out cake and ice cream and then makes me open my gifts. At least the three deserters left their gifts. My dad is enjoying the whole situation. It’s been awhile since he’s seen me totally naked. Yes, he still spanks me bare bottom, but he only lowers my clothing enough to get to my butt cheeks when spanking me. He never makes me completely disrobe. I’m terrified that he might rethink that after today. He might decide it’s a good idea to keep track of my bodily develop over the next couple years, by making me get completely naked when spanking me.
 
When cake and ice cream has been eaten and the gifts unwrapped, Sherman’s mom announces it’s time for Sherman’s birthday spanking. This is when dad takes over and pulls me across his lap and begins spanking him one slap at a time, as everyone counts off each strike. After dad delivers the eleventh smack, he pauses and waits for the crowd to ask if I’m going to get one to grow on. With that question, dad delivers the final blow, which is a very loud smack to both cheeks. Now, I’ve easily kept my cool with the first eleven smacks of my birthday spanking, but when dad delivers the one to grow on, I yelp really loud, to everyone’s enjoyment. Yep, I’m thinking dad likes me being totally naked for spanking now.
 
Sherman’s dad: “Sherman. I’m thinking now would be a good time to dive for your swimmers. It might cool that red bottom of your’s down just a little.”
 
I don’t hesitate. I make for the pool as fast as I can without actually running, with John right behind me. We both dive into the pool to try and get our swimmers. We come up short the first three times we go for them, but finally on the fourth try, John is able to get down to the bottom and snag my swimmers. He has to try two more times before he can get back down deep enough to snag his.
 
Neither of us waste any time pulling our swimmers back on, even though it’s difficult while treading water. We secure them with a very tight knot. Yes, this is a day neither of us will ever forget. Yes, we’ll have other embarrassing days in our lives, but probably none as eventful as today. I also discover that John is truly my only best friend. He stuck with me through this humiliating ordeal. John didn’t have to do it. He did it because we are the best of friends. Now the other three guys? Later when I get home, they try to make up and be friends, but of course when push came to shove, those three didn’t make the grade and never again are they going to be thought of, by either John or me, as best friends.
 
Thanks Sherman K for your story. I am sure that all who read this, will feel your embarrassment.
 
 
Story 2 - School Storage Building
 
My name is Justin S. The following story is my fantasy about me on my seventeenth birthday. It’s humiliating as heck and even when I read this over again it embarrasses me every time.
 
Gina and Trisha's Birthday Club soon becomes the talk of the school. Girls start coming to Gina and Trisha with special requests regarding boys that they have crushes on or ones that they’re seeking to take revenge on for a variety of insults and misbehaviour that they have been subjected to.
 
One girl, that gets Gina and Trisha's interest, is Becky. Becky is eleven years old and in the sixth grade with them. She’s a rather shy girl who keeps very much to herself, so the two girls are a little surprised when she approaches them.
 
Becky: "Um, excuse me. Could I talk to you guys a minute?"
 
Gina: "Sure Becky. What's up?"
 
Becky goes on to tell the girls about a boy who is picking on her. His name is Justin. He’s older, 16, and in high school. He’s known as a bully by just about everyone. He loves picking on and tormenting younger kids, who can’t defend themselves and he’s singled out Becky as a victim because she lives nearby and he sees her every morning at the bus stop. He often teases her and demands her lunch money and she’s too afraid of him to tell anyone.
 
Trisha: "That's horrible, Becky! You have to report him."
 
Becky: "And then see him every day on the school bus? He'd make my life even more miserable!"
 
Gina: "Well, what we need to do is get something on him and then induct him into the Birthday Club! That would take him down a peg or two."
 
So, the girls begin plotting. One of the older boys tell them that Justin always has lots of new stuff, like cell phones and I-pads that he’s sure Justin can't afford. The boy tells them that he thinks Justin is simply stealing these things. The girls decide to follow him and see if they can catch him in the act.
 
It turns out that Justin's birthday is a week away so they have to act fast. A few days later, Gina is shadowing him in a department store, when she notices him hanging around a display of flash cards. She hides behind a display case and turns on the video on her phone. To her delight she captures Justin pocketing card after card, when he thinks no one is looking. She gets a good shot of his face during the heist and goes to meet Trisha.
 
Trisha: "Any luck?"
 
Gina: "You're not going to believe this!"
 
After showing Trisha what she’s recorded, the girls agree that they have Justin at their mercy. They tell Becky to meet them behind the school storage building on Justin's birthday at 3:00 p.m. and to bring along any other girls that she thinks Justin has been bothering.
 
On the day of his birthday, Justin wakes up to find an email on his phone saying ‘Happy Birthday.’ The email address is unfamiliar, but he opens it anyway. That's when he almost faints. There on his phone is complete evidence of him stealing from the department store. There’s also a note. "If you'd like to discuss this before we turn this over to the police, be behind the school storage building at 3:00."
 
All day Justin sweats it out and when the last bell rings, he reluctantly heads for the storage building. When he gets there, he’s shocked to see, about a dozen, younger girls standing there with big grins on their faces.
 
Gina: "Welcome to your special birthday event Justin."
 
Justin: "What the heck is going on here?"
 
Trisha: "We're here to help make your birthday a memorable one. We want to induct you into the Birthday Club!"
 
Justin: "What are you talking about?"
 
Gina: "Well Justin, you see, inductees into the Birthday Club get to show us their birthday suits."
 
Trisha: "And they get their birthday spanks and I think if anyone needs a good bare bottom spanking it's you."
 
Justin: "If you think I'm going to strip for you guys and let you spank me you're crazy. You're just a bunch of little girls!"
Gina: "I'm sorry girls. It looks like Justin doesn't want to join the club. I guess we'll have to go."
 
Justin: "You're damn right. You better leave before I kick some little girl butt."
 
Trisha: "Ok, we're going. By the way Gina, do you have that email address for the police department?"
 
Justin: "Wait! What? What are you going to do?"
 
Gina: "Oh, we were just going to do our civic duty to help catch a criminal."
 
Trisha: "Yeah, it's too bad you're not in the Birthday Club, members get special protection."
 
Justin's face turns scarlet red. He begs and pleads for the girls to not send anything to the police, but the girls insist that the only way he can protect himself is to join the Birthday Club. Finally, seeing no other way out, Justin agrees.
 
Trisha: "Ok, Justin. We need to see you in your birthday suit. Let's get started. Take off your clothes!"
 
All the girls start giggling and watch intently as Justin begins pulling his clothing off. There are eight girls there including Trisha, Gina and Becky. Becky's younger sister Beth, who’s 10 years old, is also there with two of her friends from the fifth grade. The other two girls are Vicky and Tammy.
 
When Justin is down to his underwear he stops.
 
Justin: "Isn't this enough? Do I have to take everything off?"
 
Vicky: "Were you born with underwear on? If not, then that's not your birthday suit. Take them off!"
 
The girls watch with great anticipation. Most of the younger ones have never seen a grown boy's hidden stuff. Even the members of the Birthday Club haven't seen a 17-year-old totally naked and they’re looking forward to seeing what an almost man really looks like.
 
Justin still hesitates.
 
Gina: "Come on Justin. We don't have all day."
 
Tammy: "Yeah, let's see what a big boy looks like!"
 
Justin has nowhere to go and he can't stall any longer. There’s a reason he’s stalling. Justin likes to be a bully and push younger kids around because it makes him feel like a big man, but in reality, he isn't a very big man at all, especially in the penis department. He pulls down his underwear and covers himself quickly before anyone gets a good look.
 
Gina: "Hands on your head Justin. We want to look at your birthday suit."
 
He slowly complies as he turns bright red and looks down at the ground. There’s an audible gasp from the group of girls followed quickly by hysterical laughter.
 
Trisha: "Oh my God! It's tiny!"
 
Tammy: "My three-year-old brother is bigger than that!"
 
Gina: "Justin’s hung like a hamster!"
 
Most of the younger girls don't have much to compare it to, but they laugh along with the others. Justin's tiny penis just hangs there limply as the girls look on and laugh.
 
Trisha: "Ok, hamster dick. Time for your birthday spanks. Since Becky nominated you for membership, she gets to go first. Here Becky, I brought along a ping pong paddle from the gym."
 
Becky takes the paddle and walks over and stands behind Justin.
 
Gina: "You stay just like that Justin. Hands on your head and look at us. We want to watch your face as you get your spanks."
 
Becky begins and she gives it all she has, as revenge for everything she has suffered. Then her younger sister goes next, followed by the others. By the third girl, Justin is sobbing and tears are running down his checks. When the last girl has gone, his bottom is even redder than his face and his face is soaked with tears.
 
Gina: "Ok Justin, you're now a member. The last thing we need to do before you leave is take a picture of your little friend there for our scrapbook."
 
Justin: "What! No way. You can't do that!"
 
Gina: I'm afraid you don't have a choice. But I can understand why you don’t want to be photographed, with that tiny little thing just hanging there. Is there anything you can do to make it bigger?"
 
All the girls laugh. The younger ones aren't sure why they’re laughing, but they do anyway.
 
Trisha: " Come on Justin, show the girls what a big man you are."
 
Justin blushes even brighter red and then reaches down and begins playing with his penis. With squeals of laughter and the attention of all the girls, it doesn't take long for his 'little friend' to stand up proudly. Unfortunately, it doesn't do much for his size, so he just stands there with his tiny friend pointing at the sky as the girls take turns taking pictures.
 
Gina: "Ok Justin, I think you can get dressed now, but remember, we still have the video and lots of pictures of your little friend. If you ever bother Becky again, bad things could happen."
 
The girls all giggle as they leave Justin to get dressed. As Becky passes him, she gives him one last hard slap on his bottom.
 
Becky: "That's one to grow by!"
 
Thank you Justin S. for your story. I’m sure readers are feeling what you feel when dreaming of this fantasy.
 
 
Story 3 - The Block Party.
 
Israel G. sent this to me and gave me permission to share it with you. I took the liberty to change it from third person to first person, so readers can better feel the emotions of what Israel is telling us.
 
Today is my thirteenth birthday. I’ve been looking forward to this day for months. The day a boy turns thirteen is a very special day. It’s the day when a Jewish boy is thought of as a man. Now I would have gotten a huge party any way, but I want something over and beyond what other boys my age have gotten in the past. I beg and plead with my parents to throw me the biggest and grandest party ever.
 
I know exactly what I want. I want a block party. I want the entire block to be closed off to traffic and everyone in the neighborhood be out on the street enjoying the games, rides, festivities and fun. I’ve had this party pictured in my imagination for months. It has taken months for my parents to finally agree to my, bigger than big, party with one condition. I try really hard to get my parents to tell me what the condition is, but they stay true to their plan, and simply tell me that I have to agree to it, without knowing what it was. With only two weeks to my birthday, I finally accept their condition. My parents write the condition down on a card and slip it into an envelop and then seal the envelop. They hand it to me to sign, that I agree to do whatever is written inside. Then they give it to our Rabbi to open on my birthday. This way, there’s no backing out of the agreement.
 
I’m a little scared when my Rabbi explains to me, that very thing, very precisely. He tells me that at thirteen I’m a man and men’s agreements are to be kept, no matter what. I explain to Rabbi that I totally understand and will go along with whatever the condition my parents put in that envelop. Then I quickly forget about the whole thing and plan out everything I want at my block party. If you can think of it, it has been included. There’s a bounce house. There are carnival rides and even a side show with odd looking people in it. There are all kinds of game booths. There is food galore. You name it, if it’s kosher, then it’s there.
 
For two weeks, I ride the highest of highs. I’m so excited that last night it took forever for me to fall asleep. The good thing is that the party doesn’t begin until noon, so I sleep in. It’s eleven before I finally turn over and get out of bed to go and take a shower. Once naked I stare at myself in the full length mirror on the back of the bathroom door. I’m impressed with my body. I’m indeed a man. I have a nice, fat, three inch penis with hair all around it. I can remember like it was yesterday when my penis was a skinny, one inch thing with no hair anywhere to be found. As I take my shower, I play with my penis until it bones up to a stiff five inches. I love the idea that today as I beat off, it’s my first time doing it as a man. To me it just feels more intense now that I’m an adult. I squirt three really awesome times and then another two less so times. It feels so good all through my body. After soaping myself up really well, I rinse it all down the drain. Once dry, I again stare at my naked manly body in the mirror as I put on my favorite outfit for my special day.
 
By the time I walk downstairs to gather with my family, consisting of mom and dad, fifteen year old, big sister, Rebecca and eleven year old, little brother, Elijah, it’s time to go meet my guests and get the block party started. Me and my family walk out of our brownstone house onto the front stoop and wave at the crowd gathered around. There are people all up and down our street. Rabbi walks up onto the stoop with us carrying an envelop.
 
Rabbi: Neighbors, friends and family, we are gathered here today to celebrate the special birthday of Israel G. Today he’s a man. Inside this envelop is a condition Israel agreed to, so that he could have you all here for a block party. Israel, now that you’re a man, do you still agree to the condition inside this envelop?”
 
Israel: “Oh Ya! This is the best. I’ll do whatever is in that envelop and be happy doing it.”
 
Rabbi: “Well, since you have all these witnesses to your agreeing to the condition, let’s open the envelop and see what it is.”
 
Rabbi opens the envelop and reads the note that’s inside. He starts laughing hysterically.
 
Israel: “What is it? Is it all that funny?”
 
Rabbi: “Oh ya. This is going to be the funniest thing that’s happened in our neighborhood for a long time. Here, why don’t you read it out loud to the crowd.”
 
Rabbi hands me the note and I start reading it.
 
Israel: “Israel wants a block party to celebrate his birthday and has agreed to do whatever we, his parents, decide as the condition for us allowing the block party. So we have decided that Israel should attend his block party wearing his...”
 
I stop reading. I can’t believe what it says. How could my parents ask this?
 
Crowd shouting: “Wearing what?”
 
I look out at the crowd and they are staring up at me with great anticipation.
 
Israel: “Wearing my birthday suit all day.”
 
The crowd erupts into laughter and cheers. I look back at my parents who are smiling from ear to ear. Rebecca is looking at me as though she’s ready to eat me alive. Elijah has his mouth hanging open and his eyes are as big as saucers.
 
Elijah: “Israel. Are you really going to get naked in front of all these people?”
 
Rabbi: “Elijah, your brother agreed to this condition in front of all these witnesses. He doesn’t have a choice.”
 
I’m in shock. I don’t know what to say or do. I heard Elijah and I heard Rabbi, but it’s like they are miles away. How could mom and dad do this to me. I’m their oldest son. I’m a man today. How can they embarrass me on my special day? I want to just run into the house and hide. But all of these people are here waiting to have fun at my block party. Mom and dad went to all this work and expense to make my party happen. I want this party more than anything. But to have to be naked and stay that way in front of everyone? How could they do this to me?
 
Rabbi: “Israel. Isn’t it time to get this party started?”
 
I look at Rabbi, as his words snap me out of my trance. I whisper to Rabbi.
 
Israel: “But I can’t take my clothes off and go naked. I just can’t. I’m a man and it’ll be too embarrassing.”
 
Rabbi: “Israel. You agreed to this condition. As a man, you have to do what you agreed to. Only a boy backs out of agreements.”
 
I’m thinking, maybe I want to stay a boy for another day. But that isn’t right. I can’t do that. If I back out of this, then everything everyone has done to make this day special, will be disappointed. I really don’t have any other option but to do what I agreed to, no matter how embarrassing it’s going to be. So, I try to speak to the crowd, although my voice is breaking up and cracking a lot. Some of it due to my nervousness and the rest due to puberty.
 
Israel: “So, I’m to attend my block party wearing my birthday suit. WOW! I haven’t worn my birthday suit in public in years. But I guess today, friends, you’re all going to see my birthday suit.”
 
I slowly remove the clothing, that took me over an hour to pick out to wear for my special day. It’s very difficult to lower my jeans revealing my polka dot boxers. Why did I wear these boxers? Now that I’m standing in front of everyone in my underwear, there’s a hush that comes over the crowd. Rebecca is actually licking her lips. Elijah has moved closer to me so he can get a better look. I haven’t let Elijah see me naked since I was eleven. Now he’s going to get to see all of me and learn exactly what his body is about to change into.
 
I put my thumbs in the waistband of my underwear and quickly push them down to my ankles and step out of them, leaving me totally naked. Cheers and applause immediately erupt all up and down the block. My dick, which usually hangs limp at three inches, has shrunk up to less than an inch, trying to hide from the crowd. It’s so embarrassing. If I have to be naked, then I want my dick to be as long as it can be, not turn into a turtle and hide it’s head. But here I am, standing naked in front of everyone, while they applaud at my total humiliation.
 
Rabbi: “Well, let’s get this party going.”
 
Elijah grabs my hand and pulls me down the steps into the crowd. He’s wanting to get to the fun stuff and wants me to go with him. So, Elijah pulls me from one booth to the next, as people we pass get a good look at my nakedness. The only good thing is, that my dick does come out of hiding and hangs at it’s usual three inches. It’s funny what you think about when you’re in a situation like this. I can’t get it out of my mind, that I wish I had more pubic hair. I only have the smallest mustache of hair right at the base of my dick. Which is funny since to Elijah that’s the best part of me being naked.
 
Elijah: “I expected your willy to be bigger than mine, because you’re older. But I didn’t know about you having hairs down there. That’s awesome. Can I touch them?”
 
Now what can you say to your little brother when he asks such a question with hundreds of people looking on?
 
Israel: “Ya. Go ahead.”
 
Mistake! I really didn’t think this through. I only wanted to make Elijah happy and to get his curiosity sated, so he would stop asking me embarrassing questions in front of people, but no sooner than he touches my pubes and of course the shaft of my dick, things got really embarrassing in a hurry. I can feel it happening long before I see it. My dick starts swelling up and there’s no stopping it now. Before Elijah finishes rubbing my pubes, I have a full on boner in front of lots of people.
 
Elijah: “WOW! Your stiffie is awesome.”
 
Of course he doesn’t whisper. He yells it out. People stop what they’re doing to look. It’s at this very moment, Rebecca makes her appearance and gawks at my boner.
 
Rebecca: “Well little brother, I guess you’re a man now. I know lots of girls that are going to want to see this.”
 
No sooner than she says that, she takes out her cell and snaps photos and starts sending them to friends. Thirty minutes later, girls begin showing up to see my dick in person. Of course it’s relaxed to it’s normal state, but with so many girls staring at it, I know it isn’t going be long before it’ll stand up proud and show itself off for them. Sure enough it does and for the rest of the afternoon, I stay in a state of continuous erection.
 
The block party is supposed to end by four, so the street can be reopened, but it goes on for another two hours before the cops come to make us shut it all down and open the street, to car traffic. I think that I can get dressed again as soon as the block party is over, but no, my parents show me the condition and I have to stay naked for the rest of the day. That’s also when I see relatives arriving. Aunts, uncles, and cousins enter our house. Even both sets of grandparents are here. One set had to drive from another state to be here. They’re all gawking at my birthday suit and making comments. The women are saying things like how cute my dinkie looks. The men are trying to decide which side of our family my dick most represents. The boys are just enjoying seeing me naked and happy they don’t have to get naked. But it’s the girls that just can’t get enough of my dick. They not only want to see it, but to touch it. They’re thrilled beyond expression when it swells up to boner status over and over again. I hear the comments of the men taking credit for my getting continuous boners from their side of the family.
 
All in all, I’m staying embarrassed. I long ago stopped thinking about my red face with each and every comment, touch and stare of my penis. I just have to accept it, knowing that at midnight this nightmare will be over. Around nine at night, people start leaving, except the grandparents from out of state. They’re spending the night with us, which means I have to sleep with Elijah, so my grandparents can have my room. We don’t get to bed until after midnight. I don’t think Elijah will ever stop asking me questions and go to sleep, but by two in the morning he’s snuggled up close to me and is sound asleep. The good thing, at midnight on the dot, I put my polka dot boxers back on. The funny thing is, I didn’t get completely dressed. I chalk it up to being so late and my going to bed, but in all honesty, I feel completely dressed in just boxers, after being naked for so long.
 
To confirm it to me, the next morning I stay in my boxers around the house all morning without thinking anything of it. My dick even slips out the fly on numerous occasions and it doesn’t embarrass me. The following night, I sleep naked to Elijah’s enjoyment. I’m still sleeping with Elijah, since my grandparents are still using my room. To my surprise, Elijah removes his PJ’s and cuddles up to me naked and sleeps naked with me. It’s fun seeing my little brother naked. His tiny hairless dick and balls remind me of what my birthday suit used to look like, only two years ago. From that night onward, we brothers spend a lot of naked time together. My birthday block party, wearing only my birthday suit, bonded me and my brother closer than we would have ever been otherwise. So yes, it was the most embarrassing day of my life, but I wouldn’t trade it away for anything.
 
Thank you Israel G for your story. I’m sure that readers are feeling what you felt on your special day.