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.
