My Brother’s Birthday Surprise
by David Heulfryn

 

My brother gave me a surprise on my eighteenth birthday. I was nervous as he was looking at me in a funny way all day. Mum and Dad gave me my presents, and we went out for lunch. It was a family affair. But my elder brother, Chris, had arranged a night out later that evening.

I’d told him I didn’t want people to make a fuss, but he was adamant he was taking me into town to celebrate. It was just going to be me and him. I told him I didn’t want his mates tagging along, and I didn’t want my mates going out with my brother.

It was not because he was homophobic; he wasn’t. But Chris would tease me about being gay and would tease my mates when he saw them. I did have a few straight mates, but most were gay.

Chris got me drunk a couple of weeks ago. Mum and Dad were taking a long weekend somewhere, no doubt enjoying time away from their two teenage boys. Chris was not afraid to tell me they were probably fucking each other as we slowly got drunk.

He was nineteen, and I was seventeen. He was straight and had a steady girlfriend, but as we got more drunk, he became fascinated about me being gay. It was the first time we’d really talked about it since I came out to the family a few years ago. He seemed confused about how I could know I was gay without being with a girl. It was simple. How did he know he was straight without ever being with a boy?

The alcohol had loosened our tongues. Chris told me that sometimes when his girlfriend gave him a blowjob, she would stick a finger in his arse. He didn’t know why it felt good, and I had to explain to him about the prostate, the male G-spot.

He was fascinated and asked me loads of questions. In the end, I had to admit I knew all about the male G-spot by researching on the internet. He laughed when I told him that and suggested that I meant from looking at gay porn. It was true. But I had to admit I had not experienced anything like that, and I was still a virgin. He didn’t mock me, as I’d expected. He poured us another drink. He seemed disappointed I was still a virgin. He’d lost his virginity at fifteen.

I wasn’t a virgin through choice. I didn’t have the opportunities that a straight boy had. I had my gay mates, but I didn’t want to have sex with them and potentially spoil some close friendships. After I drained my glass, I told him I was knackered and going to bed.

“Happy wanking, Sammy,” Chris called after me as I went upstairs to my room.

 

The following morning, I woke late and found Chris had passed out on the sofa.

But now it was my birthday. That evening was a distant memory despite being only a few weeks ago. The alcohol had obviously dulled my memories, but not enough for me to tell Chris that I didn’t want to get too pissed.

Chris took control. He told me to take a shower before we went out. I returned from the bathroom with a towel around my waist to find Chris in my bedroom. He was going through my wardrobe, selecting what clothes I would wear. He picked out some chinos and a floral shirt. He hung them on my wardrobe door and picked out some dark, clean socks.

“I was going to wear my jeans,” I told him, but he shook his head.

“We may be going somewhere they don’t let you in wearing jeans.” He told me.

I sighed. Some posh nightclub, I suspected. I was not too fond of those stuck-up places. I was secretly hoping we would be going to a gay club, but none I knew of had such a strict dress code.

“What do they call gay boys like you.” He looked at my bare chest. It was smooth and hairless. “Twinks?” He chuckled, “You’re definitely not a bear. You do not have a bit of body hair. I’d be surprised you’ve even got pubes.”

“I’ve got pubes!” I snapped at him. “And yes, Chris. I’m a twink. Now fuck off and let me get dressed.”

“Not so fast, Sammy.” He was grinning at me. He picked up something on my desk. It was a pair of white briefs. He held them in front of me. “And you must wear these. I bought us both a pair for tonight.” He threw the briefs on my shirt and trousers and left me to get dressed. As he left, he turned back to me, “I’ll be checking after I’ve had my shower.”

He left me alone. I considered wearing what I wanted, but it wasn’t worth the stress.

I dressed in what he wanted me to wear. The briefs were tight and enhanced my bulge. Even though I was soft, my bulge looked more prominent than I’d ever seen it. I knew the brand was designed for gay customers. I was surprised Chris knew about them.

Chris came back into my room as I was buttoning up my shirt. He was wrapped in a towel after having his shower.

“I knew you’d look good in them.” He gestured to my clothes. “Are you wearing your new underwear?” He smirked.

“Yes,” I sighed.

“Let me see.”

“Really!” I pulled up the waistband to show they were the same brand he’d bought.

“Not good enough, Sammy. I want to see them properly.”

I knew Chris well enough that he wouldn’t let this go, so I unbuttoned my chinos and pulled them down. I adjusted the briefs so they felt comfortable.

“Looking good!” He sucked in a breath through his teeth. “How the fuck are you still a virgin?”

I scowled at him for making fun of me. Yes, I was a virgin and not through fucking choice. I pulled up my chinos again to cover up.

Chris went over to my desk. He picked up another pair of briefs, identical to the ones I wore. I hadn’t noticed them before. He made sure I was looking at him when he dropped his towel, exposing himself.

I’d not seen my brother naked for many, many years. We had separate rooms, so we were never naked in front of each other. He stood motionless and let me look at him.

“Is it as big as you imagined?” He asked.

Looking at his cock and balls did nothing for me, “I’ve never really thought about it. You’re my brother, for fucks sake. I don’t think about your cock!”

“Shame. Because my girlfriend loves it.” Chris pulled on the briefs, covering up his thick cock.

He picked up his towel and left, wiggling his arse as he went. It was a pert arse, one that I would love to squeeze if it didn’t belong to my brother.

I was glad when he left. I didn’t know what he was trying to do. Was he teasing me, trying to make me jealous of his body and his cock. It was bigger than mine, longer and thicker, but I wasn’t ashamed of my cock. It was big enough, and I never doubted that I could satisfy my partner when the time came. I just wished I had the chance to satisfy a partner with my cock. But I needed a boyfriend first.

Chris was fully dressed when he came back. But what he wore surprised me. He was wearing exactly the same clothes as me.

“What the fuck, Chris.”

“Look good, don’t I? I think this stuff looks better on me than you. Besides, tonight is your first night out, where you can legally buy a pint. And we are the Wilson Brothers. It’s going to be great.”

I was starting to look forward to going out, but I wasn’t sure I wanted us to dress the same way. We looked like twins.

Chris checked his phone. “The taxi’s here. Grab your money. The night starts here.”

I grabbed my wallet and slipped my mobile phone into the back pocket of my chinos. “You’re buying the first round,” I told my brother as we left.

We got some funny looks as we entered the first pub. Chris ordered our drinks at the bar with a flourish, declaring that I was his little brother and had finally come of age. He embarrassed me by telling the barman that I was in awe of Chris and hero-worshipped him and insisted on dressing like him.

I told him to ‘fuck off’.

Chris then embarrassed me further by telling the barman I was gay and we only came here because I fancied him. I punched him in the arm, but the barman was a bit of a hunk.

The barman wasn’t impressed with Chris’ larking and sternly asked us for our ID to check our ages.

We only had one drink in that pub before we moved on. As the night went on, I got merry but not drunk. I noticed Chris kept checking his watch.

“Getting bored and wanna go home?” I asked him.

“Nope, just making sure we have time for another drink.” I grinned knowingly.

“Okay, go get ‘em, Bro.” I really was merry; I never called him Bro.

“No chance. It’s your round.” Chris told me.

I almost stumbled off my bar stool as I went to get our drinks. This had to be my last. I told Chris that when I went back to our table. He supped his pint. “If you insist.” He grinned.

I’d only half drunk my pint when Chris told me we had to move on.

“I’ve got a surprise for you. A special birthday surprise.” He wouldn’t say anything else, and I followed him as he walked down the street.

He stopped at a door. It looked like a door to an office block, but two burly blokes stood on each side. Chris showed them his ID and told me to show them mine. They opened the door.

“What is this?” It was all very mysterious.

Ahead of us, I could hear music. It got louder as we got closer. It was obviously a nightclub. Two more burly blokes stood on each side of another door. They weren’t like the two at the front door; these two only wore a jockstrap and some kind of harness across their chests. They looked hunky, but they also looked like they weren’t to be messed with.

Chris noticed me eyeing their bulges as we entered through the doors.

This was no nightclub. It was a strip club, or whatever they called themselves. But it was a gay strip club. In front of us was a stage, and four men were stripping in front of a baying crowd. We’d arrived just in time to see them rip off their jockstraps in unison and expose their half-hard swinging cocks.

I felt my crotch push against my chinos. All four guys were sexy and were hung. Two of the guys were hunks, and the other two were twinks. The twinks had the longer cocks, and I was checking them out.

Chris started screaming with the crowd. They were screaming for the guys to get hard.

Chris nudged me. “That blond one on the left is fucking sexy and hung. I wouldn’t like to take that monster up my arse.” He was jumping and dancing to the music.

I couldn’t take my eyes off him and watched as he wanked his long cock and got hard. The hunk dancing beside him dropped to his knees and deep-throated the twink.

“What the fuck..!” Chris screamed and turned to me, “How the fuck does he do that.” He looked at me, expecting an answer.

“How the fuck should I know.” I wasn’t an expert on blowjobs. I’d never given one, and I’d never received one.

“Sorry, Bro. I forgot you’re a virgin.”

Fucking hell! He said it loud enough for the guys in front of him to hear. They turned to look at me and sniggered.

“Haven’t you tried with a dildo or something?” He asked. “Your fingers?” Chris pushed three fingers in his mouth and pretended to fellate them.

“Fucking hell, Chris. No, I haven’t.”

An MC came on stage, and the crowd started cheering. The guys on stage picked up their clothes and left the stage. The MC calmed the crowd.

“Thank you to those four gorgeous guys. I’m sure we all enjoyed that. Now. Next, on Amateur Night, we have something special for you.”

The crowd cheered.

“Will you please give a raucous welcome to…” he shouted even louder, “the Wilson Brothers.”

Chris grabbed my arm and forced me through the crowd. I felt some stray hands trying to grab my crotch and touch my bum.

“What the fuck, Chris!” I tried to pull away, but he held me firmly. “I’m not going up there!”

Chris smirked at me and virtually threw me on stage. I looked out at the crowd. I’d never seen so many sex-hungry men, primarily young and middle-aged, in my life.

“Strip! Strip! Strip!” They were chanting.

Chris started dancing as I stood still. He grabbed my hands, encouraging me to dance. I was scared. Did he expect me to strip naked in front of hundreds of strangers, most of whom wanted to suck my cock.

“I can’t.” I silently pleaded with Chris.

He danced and wiggled his arse into my crotch. “Yes, you can.” He smiled at me. “You need to loosen up and start enjoying life.” He started to unbutton my shirt. The crowd cheered as they saw my skin. He threw it to the side of the stage.

I gave in. There was no way out. I started to dance with Chris, and I unbuttoned his shirt. I was getting into it. My secret exhibition had been unleashed as I danced topless on the stage.

The crowd got excited as we took our shoes off. They knew what was coming. Our trousers must be next.

I knew I’d lose mine eventually, but I delayed it by dancing behind Chris, wrapping my arms around him, and unbuttoning his chinos.

The roar when I pulled down his fly was deafening.

Chris wiggled his arse and turned his back to the audience. I knelt and pulled his trousers down. There were some whoops from the crowd as it looked like I was sucking off my brother. But I disappointed them and stood up. But the crowd screamed when Chris turned round and showed them the bulge in his white briefs. Chris then stripped me of my chinos.

We were two brothers dancing on stage in nothing but our briefs. I started to feel turned on, and my cock thickened. I looked at Chris’ crotch, and he seemed to be in the same predicament.

“Get them off. Get them off.” The crowd chanted.

Chris approached me, “We’ll do it in unison,” He whispered.

My cock lurched at the prospect of being exposed and lusted after. I nodded to my brother.

“One… Two… Three.” Chris counted down.

And then we were naked. We were both half-hard, and I saw Chris grab his cock and stroke it. He was getting hard. I’d never seen his hard cock before. Until this morning, it had been years since I’d seen his cock at all.

I didn’t need to stroke my cock to get an erection.

Chris teased the audience by kneeling in front of my cock. He opened his mouth.

Then stood up and yelled, “Not a chance!” to the audience. He grabbed my arm and bowed to them, indicating the show was over.

We both bowed, and he led me off stage.

I couldn’t believe what I’d done; I was euphoric. We bumped into the blond twink backstage. Before I knew it, he was kissing me and had his hand wrapped around my cock. He stroked me, and I groaned into his mouth.

We’d forgotten to pick up our clothes as we left the stage, so we were stuck naked and exposed. Chris watched on as the blond kept kissing me. My cock leaked precum, and I felt I was about to cum. But he released my cock and dropped to his knees. He slurped on my cock, and I shivered as he deepthroated me. “Oh fuck!” I nearly screamed as it went down his throat, and his nose nestled in my dark pubes.

I heard the MC call for more volunteers to strip on stage as the twink kept sucking my cock. I was going to cum soon if he kept this up. He knew it and carried on relentlessly. I couldn’t talk; all I could do if groan with pleasure, so I couldn’t warn him when my cock exploded and shot cum down his throat.

I felt his lips tighten around my shaft. He kept all my cum inside him and swallowed. I felt a spray on my hip and looked over at my brother. I’d forgotten he was there, but he’d just cum from watching me get my first-ever blow job.

The twink stood up and kissed me. I tasted my cum on his lips. I was oblivious to the small crowd that watched.

“I’m going to fuck you.” The twink broke the kiss, twisted me around, pushed me against a wall, grabbed my hips, and pulled them towards him.

He pushed his face between my buttocks, and I felt his tongue poke my virgin hole. I was tight, and he took his time to relax me. I felt my hole open up and his fingers inside me. It hurt, mainly from the shock but also from having something thicker inside me.

I heard the twink gasp, his fingers fucking me. “Lube.” He said.

I tried to look behind me, but instead of seeing the blond twink, I saw my brother. He looked shocked.

“Are you sure?” He mouthed at me, and I looked away, pushing my arse back on the twinks invading fingers.

I looked back at Chris and nodded. I noticed his cock was hard again, and he was slowly stroking himself again.

I screamed as the twink’s cock entered me. He was kind enough to let me get used to his cock before gradually pushing his long cock deeper inside.

My eyes rolled to the back of my head. This was like nothing I ever felt before. From now on, I wanted to get fucked as much as I could.

The twink started fucking me. He started slow and then hastened his pace. I turned my head again; I wished I could see it happening. I wanted to see his cock going in and out of me, but I was faced with my brother again. His eyes were closed, his mouth loose, and I saw that another guy was on his knees, sucking on his cock.

My straight brother was getting a blow job from a guy, and he was enjoying it.

The sight made my cock lurch and harden. It had gone from flopping around as the twink fucked me to rampant and leaking. It made the fucking feel even better.

I kept looking at Chris, it aroused me more than being fucked. He was now coming, and I saw his face. I watched his face as he orgasmed. I watched his cum face.

My cock copied my brother. I came. I came without touching myself. I came from being fucked and watching my brother get sucked off.

Behind me, the twink was frantically fucking me. I could hear him panting, and then he stopped with his cock deep inside me. I wondered why he’d stopped. I was still enjoying it. Then I felt his cock throb. He was coming inside me. As his cock calmed, he pulled out and pushed back in, slowly and deliberately, getting my arse to milk his cock.

I sighed when he eventually pulled out. I stood up straight and was surprised when my brother came in and hugged me. Both of us were stark naked, our crotches touching, but I didn’t care. I was still riding the high of getting fucked.

“Fuck, Sammy. I never thought this would happen. I only signed us up to perform on stage. Not off stage.” He laughed.

“At least I’m not a virgin anymore.” I chuckled, “And you’re no longer straight.” I teased him.

“A blow job is a blow job. Who am I to turn one down.”

It was the best birthday ever.

 

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