Kicking the habit
Slowly I removed my
shoes, socks, shirt and pants, hoping against hope that Sheila would
not force me to bare all. When I was down to my briefs I stopped.
“Your not done Stud!” Lauren cackled, and when I looked at Sheila I
saw a very determined look in her eye. With much resignation and
trying to shield my manhood as much as possible I dropped my drawers.
This caused much giggling and laughter from the crowd. As I stood
there with my hands in front of my crotch my face glowed in shame.
This was the most humiliating event of my entire life. Here I was,
defeated, drunken and stripped in front of my girlfriend and eight of
her friends. As I stood there for their display I heard Lauren say
“Sheila, is it true he has to stay this way ALL SUMMER!” I had almost
forgotten. I wouldn’t be dressed again until September!