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The beginnings - Walking the dog

Every once in a while, I get a craving to go out and get naked in public places. Not that I dare to get completely naked directly in front of people, but I keep going farther. When I first realized my exhibitionistic tendencies, I started by jogging in my own neighborhood. I would wear a T-shirt, untucked and a pair of shorts.

I would pull the shorts down so that my underwear would be exposed if I moved a lot or if the wind picked up. Each time I went out, the jog would be for about 1 mile. That was enough to get me away from my own neighbors. So here I am jogging around my neighborhood about two times a week, showing passers by my underwear peeking out. This was very thrilling for me. I would pass another jogger or someone walking their dog and it was a rush. I didn't know for sure if they could see what I was showing, but I could see some people do a double take.

Gradually, my shorts got shorter and shorter. Then they crept lower and lower. I would be going out to jog and it would look like my shorts were falling down. It was completely obvious that my underwear was showing and my shorts were falling. After doing this a few times, I dared myself to do more. Going out this way so many times started to get boring.

The Panties

Now I tried to figure out a way to go farther and still get away with it. Now keep in mind I'm in my own neighborhood, jogging when other people are out. Part of the rush of exhibitionism is the fear of getting caught. Here I am jogging around with my shorts coming down. If I got caught, no big deal. I would just say my shorts were falling and excuse myself if anyone said anything. To get the thrill again I needed to add something that I could get away with, but would embarrass me if I got caught.

I decided to start over again with the shorts and the T-shirt, only this time I added a twist. I waited until my girlfriend went to work then decided to see what I could come up with. Her sexy clothes somehow fascinated me. After looking through a number of drawers, I found what I thought would work. Instead of my usual tighty whiteys, I would wear a pair of my girlfriend's panties. For added effect, I chose a pair that were unmistakably women's. It was a cotton pair with lace edging and a flower print. Now if I ever got caught, I couldn't just dismiss it as my shorts were falling. Now people would see the lace and the flowers! My god, I don't know if I can do this.

What if a policeman patrolling the neighborhood saw me, what if a neighbor was out walking their dog, the possibilities ran through my head.

The first time I went out in my panties, I stayed conservative. I put on my T-shirt and shorts. The T-shirt went just past my waist line. I pulled the shorts up to the point where the T-shirt ended. If I stood perfectly still, you would see nothing. If I stretched, wiggled, bent over or JOGGED, my panties would be exposed. And since jogging is what I set out to do twice a week, I knew my panties would show. I went outside, doing my warm-ups and then set out for my jog. My heart is absolutely racing. I hope no one sees me, yet at the same time I hope someone sees my little running outfit. On my way around, I ran into two joggers and about five or six cars passed by. I forced myself to always be on whichever side of the street the car was on. That way they would be close enough to see what I had on. I can't believe I'm doing this.

I didn't get much of a reaction my whole time out. So I decided that over the next few times I would get riskier. The shorts went lower and lower. Then I thought to myself, I've seen plenty of girls wearing long T-shirts and you can't tell what they have on underneath. This gave me an idea. To increase the risk, what if I lose the shorts and just wear a longer T-shirt? So I added this to my jogs. The first T-shirt I wore covered my butt completely. I looked in the mirror and when I stood still, nothing could be seen. I looked a bit strange wearing just a T-shirt, but I convinced myself that if girls and little kids can get away with it, so can I. I went out a few times like this, wearing only a T-shirt and panties. I felt like a little girl at a slumber party. Once again the thrill of going out this way was wearing off. I tried to think of how girls would approach this situation and how they might make the "outfit" sexier.

Just like a skirt turns into a miniskirt and that turns into a micromini, I tried the same idea. I shortened the T-shirt little by little. I can't believe no one has stopped me yet. The first step you could see a little panty peeking out at the bottom. I was beet red the first time I went out dressed like this. Now there would be no question as to what I was wearing. There was no way for me to cover up either. I always left my shorts at home. Eventually the shirts went higher. I went from a peek of panty at the bottom, to a normal length T-shirt that would go a few inches below my waist. I started to get comfortable with this length. Now my pantied ass was about half exposed. You didn't even have to look hard. Next, I decided force myself to get risky. I dare me to wear one of my girlfriend's baby tees with the panties. I don't know if you know what baby tees are. They are those little T-shirts cute girls wear that look like little kid's T-shirts. They are small and form fitting. Basically they are child sized T-shirts. Now I'm starting to shake. I'm so nervous at going out in public this way!

Now it gets risky

I put the baby tee on and it comes down about half way down my chest. So my stomach to my waist is bare. Then I'm wearing the floral print panties. You should see me now. I look like a little girl. There is no way after trying this outfit on, am I going out like this. This time I wait until after dark to go out in this outfit. Before I went out when it was still daylight. This time I waited until about 10pm. I reluctantly did my stretches, and started on my way. I can barely jog. My knees are shaking so badly. If someone, anyone, sees me like this, I'll fall down with embarrassment.

How far is too far?

At this point, I'm jogging around outside looking like a little girl. It thrills me intensely to be outside in the open wearing hardly anything. The other side of the coin, I'm humiliating myself. I running around outside in girls' panties, and a T-shirt so tiny there is no doubt. I think this may be too far in these little adventures. Now if I get caught, we are talking about charges, not just dirty looks. Can you imagine as a man to be stopped by the police or a neighbor dressed as I am?

So I continue on my way, feeling sexy, embarrassed, humiliated, and thrilled all at the same time. I was almost halfway through my trip and I haven't seen a car or person yet. Thankfully.

I decided to make a deal with myself, if for any reason I want to hide myself from a person or a car, I can crouch and hide, pretending to tie my shoe or whatever. The deal was this, if I ever elected to take that option, I would have to make the next two encounters with people or cars more daring. This would mean that I would have to take off the rest of my clothes except for one piece. I continue on, paranoid that I hear people or cars. Is that flash of light, headlights from a car??? It is! I jump down crouched behind a bush. The car drove on.

Shit! I just used my chicken clause. Now I had to force myself into further humiliation and remove everything except for one piece of clothing. What should I leave on? My shoes are kind of important since the sand and debris on the sidewalks would hurt my feet. The two shoes would count as one piece. But then I'd have to take off the panties too and be naked for the next two cars that drove by!

Decisions, decisions . . . I couldn't dare myself to go completely naked, so I opted to leave the panties on. I took off the T-shirt, removed my shoes and socks and left them there to be picked up again on the way back.

Now I'm running as fast as I can to make the round trip, without seeing anyone again. As part of the dare and humiliation, under no circumstances can I return home without making the round trip. The only exception might be the police. As I'm running, I can hear the music from an approaching car. It's loud rock, so at least its not the police. I hear the car slowing down behind me . . .

Cars have slowed before I told myself. Just let them look at me, laugh and then move on. The car pulls up along side of me slowing to my pace. I'm trying not to look directly at them. They seem to be following me. I can't tell how many are in the car, but I can hear they are teenagers and there are males and females in the car. I feel so humiliated right now. I'm wearing nothing but girls' panties, jogging around. I don't feel like a man. I feel like a little girl being punished, forced to be naked in front of a group of people. One of the guys yells out the window, "Hey, what the hell are you doing pal?" I could barely get out the words, "It's... a a a... dare". The car burst out in laughter. "Oh yeah?", said a couple of people. The people in the car were wondering aloud, "What should we do?" I said, "Go away." I kept jogging, telling myself I couldn't turn back, I have no clothes on with the exception of these lace trimmed panties.

The guy who seemed to be the spokesman for the group asked, "Where did you get those?" "Those what?", I replied. "The girls' underwear you have on . . . " I told him, "It's part of the dare." I started to really feel threatened here. Maybe the girls in the car would say something. Suddenly the car stopped in front of me and everyone got out. I had to stop my jogging now because they were right in front of me. "Leave me alone," I said. Then one of the guys said "Grab him!"

The scary part

I could tell these guys were extremely drunk. They were kind of clumsy. Unfortunately for me, there were four guys and two girls.

I'm thinking to myself, what the hell is going on here? I'm just running around for fun. I didn't want to get hurt. I'm a very skinny guy, so four guys will do the trick. They tackled me to the ground in someone's yard. "Let's have fun with him!", said one of the girls to my surprise. "Ok, Tammy and Sarah, pull up your skirts, let's see if this guy is a fag or what," said the spokesperson. Someone grabbed my panties and pulled them off me. "Don't hurt him guys, we'll get in trouble," another guy said. I had one person holding down each arm and one person holding my legs. One girl plopped down on my face and pulled her panties off. When I say plopped, that's exactly what she did. Because she was drunk, she wasn't very graceful. Then she stuffed her panties into my mouth. The other girl started dry humping me, while the guys watched and held me down. I wasn't screaming at the time because I had no idea what was happening. As a man, this is the last thing I ever expected. "Are you liking this, girlie boy?", the spokesman said. Contrary to other stories you read where people actually enjoy getting raped, this was not pleasant in the least. I'm naked in someone's yard being forced to do things and humiliated.

This is not something that can be enjoyed.

I am scared to death. Everyone points out that I don't have an erection. I try to explain but the panties in my mouth keep me from being understood. "I hate fags!", one of the guys said. And with that he unzipped his pants and started to piss on me! I screamed through the panty gag in protest. Doesn't do much good with someone sitting on my legs, someone on my face and someone holding my arms.

Apparently since they were all drunk, this was funny. I count myself lucky he has the mercy or the poor aim, most likely, to just pee on my stomach. How degrading, to get pissed on by another guy? Ugh! How disgusting. I'm now revolted by this whole thing. Everybody knows what happens when you drink and you gotta go. To see someone else peeing has to be torture for these people. Just then the girl on my face starts to pee. Her urine fills my mouth, splatters on my face, and sprays all over the place. To watch all of this was too much, because now the other guys take turns pissing all over me and holding me down. I can feel the warmness splashing all over me. Now that six people have taken a turn, I am soaking wet in urine. I smell urine, girls' perfume, sweat and alcohol. What a disgusting smell it is to be covered in.

I thought it was humiliating to be seen wearing panties. Now I'm being degraded farther than I've EVER imagined. I've read stories about women who are degraded, but never a man. I'm being laughed at, stripped naked, forced to the ground and pissed on. "Go get his clothes," someone says. In the meantime someone went to the car and found a couple ropes. They forced my panties back onto me, soaking now for all the piss. It takes all the guys' uncoordinated muscle to pull me up. I'm thinking to myself, "What more could they possible do?" They drag my gagged, pantied, pissed on body over to a light pole and tie me to it with the rope they had. "My god! Who's gonna find me like this!?", I gurgled into the girls' panties.

They drove off laughing and yelling gay slurs at me. I stood there crying in my panties unable to free myself. I don't know how long it was. It felt like an hour. I'm standing under a street light almost naked and abused. The embarrassment is just beginning. As I stood there shivering and crying, a police car drove up and saw me tied to the light pole. I don't know if I wanted her to see me and help me or if I wanted to be ashamed by myself. I couldn't stand there until morning when the kids came out to catch the bus. Of all my luck, the police officer is a woman. This only adds to my humiliation. She frees me from the pole, and removes the panties from my mouth. "Thank you so much," I say. I feel so degraded and humiliated right now. The officer asked me what had happened. I replied, "It was all part of a dare. I'm too embarrassed to talk about it." "I'm going to have to take you in and get a report.", she said. Oh my god! How much more degrading was this going to be?

So to add to my abasement I am paraded around the police station dressed in my pissed on panties for an hour. I tell everyone the same story because I am too humiliated as it is. I tell them it was all part of an Internet dare and I had to wait out there until someone came and untied me. It wasn't supposed to be a police officer, it was supposed to be a passer by. They believed my story and drove me home.

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