I was wearing a tube top and was dancing around. I didn’t think anyone saw it fall down a few times but they apparently did because my boyfriend had a huge boner and he had his hand in his pants I was so embarrassed. To make things worse some guy unzipped the tube top causing it to fall completely off. I may be twelve but I am a 34C, and five feet tall. My boyfriend is staring as the guy who unzipped it picks it up to run with it. I end up chasing him with each boob out and everyone staring. To make things even worse the guy yanked down my boyfriends pants so they all saw his boner. And of course there are videos of my bouncing boobs and his boner. He’s 14. I was given my shirt back and my boyfriend pulled up his pants. I will never forget the image of his penis. I was looking at it and it was looking at me. And my nipples got hard and I got wet it was awful. And his penis kept getting bigger because he wasn’t fully hard so I even saw his foreskin retract. And my boobs are still bouncing in someone’s phone.
Last year, me and my best friend, CJ, went on a trip to Miami, FL. There is one thing you must know before I begin, CJ has pretty bad tummy problems. Before we got in the car, CJ insisted on having lunch. I wasn’t hungry, so I just waited for her to eat. There was really old pizza in the fridge. It didn’t look good to me, so I didn’t say anything. She then had a Jack Links Slim Jim. Then we got in the car. When we got to Oklahoma City, I could tell she was in distress. She was clammy and slowly rubbing her stomach. I pulled into a shell gas station and asked her if she needed the restroom. She said no, and told me to run in and get tampons and laxatives, she said it was because she was having stomach pains. It was really akward buying those, because I’m a guy. I came out, and she popped all but 2 of the laxatives in her mouth. “I think the pizza gave me a stomach ache.” She said and we drove out of the parking lot. Our hotel was about an hour away. About 20 minutes after we left shell, CJ’s tummy was grumbling really bad. (she is also very embarrassed about admitting if she has diarrhea or a tummy ache.) I asked her if she was okay. She nodded and popped the other laxatives. I sighed. Only 8 minutes later, she was pretending that her stomach didn’t sound like a whales having sex. I reached over and patted her shoulder. I told her I knew her tummy hurts and I’ll get her to a bathroom as soon as possible. She turned to look out the window and sighed. The nearest bathroom was at our hotel and I checked in really fast. When CJ walked in, I noticed she had diarrhea all over the back of her. She was wearing a white shirt and short denim shorts. It was caked to the back of her legs, too. Every time she took a step, I heard her fart. We got into the hotel room and she exploded into the toilet. I felt really sorry for her, knowing she had a sensitive stomach.
So, a few years ago, I was in Disney World for a week. One night, we were watching a few fireworks right outside the hotel building. I felt the urge to go to the bathroom. I thought I could hold it for a little longer. I then told my mom, that I needed to go, so we headed back to the hotel room. While we were on the elevator going up to the room, I couldn’t hold on any longer, and I ended up going in my pants. We then went back to room. My mom went out to a store and then came back a few minutes later. she came into the room with a bunch of bags that contained diapers and baby supplies. She said that if I couldn’t control myself like a young woman, then I would be treated like a baby girl. She took out one of the diapers and made me lay down. she put the diaper on me. I took a look and the diapers had Eeyor and Piglet all over. It was embarrassing. I had to wear diapers the rest of the trip. I was even changed on those changing tables in the bathrooms. My mom also took a few pictures and said it reminded her of when I was 2. She also dressed me up like a toddler.
My cousin Wendy and I (both 12 at the time) were at the lake where our parents had taken us for the day. Wendy’s younger brother, Colt, 9, had been a real pest to us all day. We finally were able to lose him when he got real interested in building a sandcastle with some other kids his age. We swam out to one of the rafts that’re anchored out in the deep part of the lake for kids to jump off of. Wendy and I mainly went out there to get away from Colt and to watch some of the cute boys show off for us.
Unfortunately, Colt discovered us and sure enough he was out there jumping off the raft we were on trying to splash us and, again, just generally annoying us. I told Wendy we should head back up to shore and see if we could lose him again. Wendy, the devious fiend, had a better idea for ridding us of her brother. She pointed out something I hadn’t really noticed and when she whispered her plan to me I snorted out loud.
Colt dove off the other side of the raft, swam around to where me and Wendy were setting on the edge with our feet slowing swinging in the water. He popped up in between us putting his arms on the raft to hold himself in place. He rattled on about his dives and asked us if we’d see him dive and what we thought. He went on and on and I wondered if what Wendy had planned would happen.
Then, just as soon as Colt said he was going to jump off again, Wendy quickly winked at me and we prepared. Now Colt is a bit small for his age and very thin and wiry, in other words, there’s not much to him. His swim trunks are usually too big for him and this is what Wendy had pointed out to me earlier: His trunks stuck far out from his body when he was hanging from the side of the raft which made it very easy for Wendy and me to carefully slip a toe into the side pockets of the trunks. Then, as he hoisted himself up, we quickly slipped down off the raft taking his trunks with us!
It was so funny hearing his yelp. He’d gotten up on the raft and was on his hands and knees before he could react to losing his swim trunks. Wendy and I snorted at Colt baring his butt to everyone and we took off to shore with his swim trunks. We did get into trouble but not much as Colt’s parents actually found what we’d done a bit amusing. Colt’s red-face and bare butt streak to his towel was hilarious when he finally figured out no one was going to bring him anything to cover with (Wendy and I weren’t as it kept him from bugging us and no one else yet knew he was naked except a few kids out at the rafts.) so he had to swim back up to shore and run naked for his towel.
An added bonus to this embarrassing moment for Colt is that Wendy and I now knew how easy it was to “accidently” remove a skinny boy’s swim trunks at the rafts and used the technique a few more times on some cute boys out there!
This happend a few weeks ago when I was getting ready to go to a black tie gala with my parents. Both of them were going straight from work. I was being escorted by our butler to the event. About thirty minutes before the event my tux still had not arrived from the cleaners. So I told the butler I was getting in the shower and he should drop it off in my room if it arrived. so I went to take a shower. I had disrobed and was about to get into the shower when I realized that I didn’t have a towel, I went back into my room (which connects to the bathroom) to search for it. I found it on the floor next to the foot of my bed. With my back to the door (completly naked) I bent down to pick up my towel. Just as I bent over the butler came in with my tux. “Oh my god” he said. “Sir I am so sorry” as he dropped the tux, and backed out of the room. I guess I put the BUTT in butler that day, and it took my a little bit of time to get over my loss of Dignatity.
This just happened a few weeks ago. I’m a 17-year-old guy, and my sister is 15. One interest we both share is sports. Only my sister also likes to gamble on sports. She generally breaks even. Occasionally, she loses big, but pays for it with a lot of small wins. I’ve always worried about her, but she ignores my warnings. Our parents think it is just a phase.
So earlier this month, on Sunday, Jamie and I were planning to watch the Rangers-Angels game on TV. But Mom wanted us to run a few errands for her. No problem. We would just record the game on TV and watch it later. That meant keeping the radio in the car turned off so we don’t accidentally hear the score. So we made a few stops and then went to the mall for the final errand. Jamie wanted to then go look for a new top to wear to a friend’s party. I didn’t want to spend time watching Jamie shop, so I went elsewhere and told her to call me on my cell when she was ready to leave.
So I pass by an electronics score and the radio is on. I accidently hear part of the game. It is the top of the ninth, Texas already has a big lead and they are putting together yet another rally. Well, I guess the game is spoiled for me, but I get an idea on how to teach Jamie a lesson. As we are driving home, I say to her that I would like to make a bet on the game. Jamie is surprised because I never gamble, but I am betting against her Angels, and she cannot pass up any bet. She asks how much, and I say no money. If Texas wins, she has to get naked in front of my friends, but if the Angels win I get naked in front of her friends. She immediately agrees.
So we start watching the recorded game. Texas takes an early lead, and by the middle innings it is clear how the game will turn out. From the middle innings on, Jamie says nothing. She just stares at the screen. When the final out is made, she takes the remote and turns off the set. Jamie turns to me and asks, “So, when do I put on the show?”
Now I have no intention of having my sister go naked in front of my friends. But I am trying to teach her a lesson, so I am going to make her squirm for a while. I note that next Sunday our parents will be gone for the entire day. I will invite my friends over to see the Clippers-Thunder playoff game. Jamie can do her little strip tease then.
All week Jamie is obviously thinking about Sunday. Sunday comes and she is helping me get a few snacks ready for the guys. She asks, “Do I do it before or after the game?” I decide she has enough, so I tell her to forget it. The bet is off. I thought Jamie would be relieved, but no. “I don’t welsh on a bet,” she says. I tell her it’s OK. It’s not welshing if I let her off the hook. She says she always pays her bets regardless. I finally confess the bet was rigged, but it makes no difference. “I took the bet willingly. I lost. I don’t welsh on my bets for any reason.” I do not like the way this is going.
By the time my friends arrive, I am pleading with Jamie not to undress. With everyone sitting waiting for the game, Jamie stands up and tells the guys about our bet, and that she is now delivering the payoff. My friends whoop and holler as Jamie begins to undress. When she gets down to her bra and panties, they call for more. So off comes the bra. The guys cheer. Down come the panties. More cheering. Someone asks her to turn around so they can see her ass. Jamie does what is requested. Finally she says the show is over and gets dressed. I am dying.
After the game, everyone leaves and I ask Jamie why she stripped when she didn’t have to. “You wanted to teach me a lesson?,” she says. “Well, I wanted to teach you a lesson. It was humiliating and embarrassing to go naked in front of your friends. But now it’s over. My embarrassment is done. Your friends will never mention this to me again. But they will mention it to you. They will tease you for months on end, and you will continue to be embarrassed.”
Jamie was right. From the next day on, whenever my friends see Jamie, they are also polite and nice to her. They say hi, or ask how she’s doing. It is just like before. No one mentions seeing her nude. But when it is just me, the guys bring it up constantly. It is now only going on three weeks about, so it hasn’t been months yet as Jamie predicted. But I am getting pretty sick of the ragging.
BTW, Jamie is still gambling. She lost a lot betting on the first two games of the Thunder-Spurs series. She hopes to make it up on the Magic-Pacers series. And I still worry.