Skunked

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This happened about 30 years ago, the summer before my senior year in high school. I grew up in a rural farm town. My grandparents owned one of the farms, and every year for the Fourth of July, they hosted a picnic where a lot of the people from the community attended, including a lot of the kids from my school. There were probably 100 to 150 people there.

I was trying to help out by organizing a kick ball game for some of the younger kids. One of the kids kicked the ball into the , so I went in after the ball and surprised a skunk. You know what surprised skunks do. I booked out of there, but it was too late, it had gotten me good. I ran back to the house and thought I could find some of my Grandpa’s clothes to change into. Well, Granny met me at the door and would have none of that because her house would smell like a skunk for a week. “We’re going to have to clean you up out here”, so she called my Mom and went over to the faucet by the back door. This was right in plain sight of most of the people there.

She had my sister go get an old tub. “Now I’ve been through this before. You’re gonna have to take off the clothes that got sprayed and put them in the tub. We’re going to have to round up some tomato juice and soak those clothes, and we’re going to have to wash you down with the hose, and if that doesn’t work, we’ll have to use tomato juice on you”. I was always a little shy, to the point that it felt weird for me to even take off my shirt in gym class when I was on the skins team, so it was really embarrassing to think about being in my underwear. But, stinking as I was, I stripped off everything but my tighty whities, which is what guys wore back then. This began to draw attention. Then, my sister helpfully noted that it had soaked through to my underwear. “I’m sorry honey, but you gotta take those off too then”. I tried to beg my case that I couldn’t be totally naked around all these people, but even my Mom said I had to do it. “This is one of those things that just happened and you’ll just have to deal with it. Everybody’s seen a guy naked before, and it’s not like you’re the first that’s had to do something embarrassing”. I knew this was one of those things that I couldn’t get out of, so I just did it to get it over with. I turned my back to everyone and peeled off the last shred of my modesty and threw them in the tub.

I can’t describe how mortified I was standing there totally exposed being soaked with cold water. I couldn’t remember the last time anyone besides my brother had seen me naked. To my further embarrassment, I couldn’t even pretend to preserve any modesty, because I had to scrub with both hands, and they kept making me turn around to keep spraying me all over. I don’t think my sister had ever seen me naked, and here she was having to focus on me to spray water. A lot of people were watching at this point, and I just felt like I was going to puke or pass out. I was shaking all over, more from embarrassment than from the cold water. Granny saw how embarrassed I was, so she told my sister to stop spraying for a minute, and came over to talk to me. “Listen to me. You have nothing to be embarrassed about. You didn’t do this on purpose, and to be honest, most of the men here would give their eye teeth to be built like you. No one is embarrassed but you. This is going to go on for a long time yet, so just grit your teeth and get through it”. Then she tried to joke a little. “Besides, the girls look to be enjoying the show, and since you’re my grandson that kind of makes me proud, so if they want to look, let them look and have some fun with it”. That helped a little, and when I looked around, she was right. No one was freaking out. No one was calling me a pervert or anything. The girls did seem to be enjoying it, and I guess that was ok, maybe even a little flattering. There wasn’t much I could do about it anyway. By that point, the worst was over because everyone there had seen everything there was to see, so I relaxed a little and just let things happen.

It did go on for a long time because soap and water weren’t working and we ran out of tomato juice. Someone had to go to their house to get some more, which took like forever. My sister traded off the spraying job to my brother, who then traded off with my sister’s best friend, which kind of brought back the major embarrassment for a while from her close scrutiny. More people kept coming, and the first thing they saw when they came around the back of the house was my shiny wet dick or butt. Eventually, we did all we could, but the smell still wasn’t completely gone. The clothes I had been wearing were a complete loss and had to be burned. My dear mother decided there was no point in ruining more clothes, and didn’t want the car stinking, so to go home I had to ride in the back of a friend’s pickup. Mom didn’t want me in the house yet, so she had Dad put a tarp down in the backyard, and make a tent out of a blanket and some clothesline and stakes so I could “air out”. The next morning I had “aired out” enough that I could get into my own shower and keep scrubbing.

I noticed that a couple of things happen when you’ve been that naked for that long in front of that many people from a small community. The first is that most everyone assumes you just don’t care any more about being naked since they’ve already seen you for an extended period. This started immediately when I got in the shower. I shared a bedroom with my younger brother who was 15. We shared a bathroom with my sister. My brother and I were used to sharing the bathroom and being naked around each other, but my sister never came in while we were in there. The next morning, she came waltzing into the bathroom while I was in the shower. We had a shower with a see through door, BTW. She said she was tired of having to wait to do her hair and makeup, and after yesterday, there wasn’t any point in her not coming in. That apparently applied to my mother too, who was in the bathroom in a few minutes to see how the scrubbing was coming and hung out talking to my sister. That also apparently applied to my sister’s friends too. She had a sleepover the next weekend, and they thought it would be ok to come in with her while I was showering since they had already seen me naked for so long the weekend before. I didn’t have much of a choice in any of this, they just assumed, and this became the norm because it kept happening. My brother was a little freaked about this at first, but it carried over to him to. Everyone called us Pete and Repete because we looked so much alike, so I guess they thought if you’ve seen one you’ve seen the other. They probably though it was me for a while the first time they walked in on him and I don’t think he realized they were there at first, but then they made the same assumption that since they had seen him naked it wouldn’t be any big deal to keep doing it. He was embarrassed for a while, but we eventually adapted to the new norm and didn’t think much of it. It eventually got to the point that we could walk around the house naked whoever was around and no one seemed to care. We were amazed that our parents were this open minded, and decided one day to see how far this would go. Mom had a couple of friends over to do some canning. I got out of the shower, and my brother got in. I walked out to the kitchen, pretending that I didn’t know anyone was there yet, walked to the refrigerator to get a drink right in front of everyone, and no one batted an eye. So I hung out and chatted and got pulled into helping until my brother walked in naked too. He got pulled into helping. We even got sent to the storage building in the back yard to bring in some boxes of jars and stopped to talk to our neighbor before going back in. Not a word was said, so it became the new norm that if we wanted to be naked, we were naked.

The other thing I noticed after something like this is that you get dared to do a lot of things naked. You know how guys are at that age anyway, and the girls who hadn’t been there were curious, so when things got a little boring hanging out on a Saturday night, daring me to do something became the entertainment. I had my limits. I wouldn’t do anything that could really get me in big trouble, like the dare to streak at a basketball game, but the word “chicken” got me to do a lot of stupid things. It started with the “incident” coming up at a party and then being dared to get naked in front of the people who hadn’t been there. I didn’t really want to, but I would get talked into it. This happened several times, and it got easier each time. During all of these times I’ve described, I had managed to never have an erection in front of anyone, so at one smaller party, after stripping again, some of my friends started teasing me about that, saying that something must be wrong if I had been seen naked this much and no one had ever seen a hard on. I was embarrassed to do it, but more embarrassed not to, so I gave in and worked up an impressive boner. Then, since I had already gone this far, they dared me to just go ahead and jack off in front of everyone. I didn’t think I could do that because I thought that was beyond my limits, but I had already been slowly stroking anyway to build up the boner, so I made them a bet. We drew a target on a piece of paper and hung it on the wall. If I came and missed the bullseye, I would jack off for any of the girls any time they wanted me to in front of anyone they wanted me to for the next three months. If I hit the bullseye, all the girls had to strip, and pick two guys to strip and jack off for them one at a time, and the girls had to stay naked the whole time. They took the bet and I won, so for once I was not the only one naked that night, and the two guys that got picked got to be mortified. There were other stupid things that were more public. I climbed a water tower in broad daylight when stone cold sober, and I did a couple of naked laps at roller skating when I was a little drunk. I fully expected to get thrown out and banned, but the manager just laughed and waved me on. Stuff like that happened all year.

In the spring, the editor of the yearbook asked me to do something that he said the advisor said was ok. I was a little nervous about this, but I agreed to do it because I thought it would be the perfect way to end this year. We went outside the school with the photographer (who was a girl), and I went behind some bushes and stripped – this was in the middle of a school day BTW, but everyone was in class. She took some pictures of me standing there looking embarrassed. We took some trying to use the bushes to hide behind, but the advisor said they showed too much. The photographer sneaked in some that showed everything, so those were definitely not used. In the one that was used, I had my hands in front of me, but it was obvious that I was very naked. And that is now preserved in my senior year yearbook.