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. The End Do you have an Internet dare for me? I’d love to hear if you enjoyed
the story, what you liked and any other adventures I could make. I am
a 24-year-old straight male. I love being an exhibitionist, being
dared and almost being caught.