My experiences being pantsed

[Robert Brooks]

Snow! Where did you grow up?

That’s a great story. I like how even though nobody seemed to notice, you still felt embarrassed, knowing how easily they could have seen you!

I’m really looking forward to hearing the other two — particularly the one on the bus! I love stories set on busses / coaches

[Jeepman89]

Robert, have you read my Frank's Naked Bus Dare? viewtopic.php?t=1111

[RaccoonBatteryStaple]

In each of the 3 cases, who saw you?

Did you have a bunch of people see?

Were they all pretty quick pantsings or was there more of a slow, deliberate build up and aftermath the other two times?

This is what happened the second time I was pantsed. I will admit I'm a little hazy whether this was in 7th or early 8th grade, I just know I was a target of bullying during that window and I know there had been a couple other attempts to pants me that had failed before this one.

To set the scene, I went to a K-8 school that had a K-4 wing and a 5-8 wing. Part of the junior high wing was built in the 1950s with classrooms up a half-flight of stairs and the cafeteria down a flight of stairs. The other half was built in the 1960s at ground level and the main hallway to connect the wings ran through the junction of the old and new JH sections.

The 5-8 grades rotated classes like in high school so the bell had rung and so all the JH kids were in the hallway en route to their lockers along the hallways or else on their way to their next class. I was on my way to the last class of the day, walking up the middle of the stairway. Then, just as I put one foot on the top step, someone behind me grabbed my pants (pretty sure they were green corduroy) and gave a firm downward tug. The fact that I was mid-step made it even easier since I was still moving upward and effectively helped the process along.

In an instant my pants came down to just above my knees. Since I had been moving, I stumbled and went down to my knees, my books flying out in front of me. This of course drew attention from everyone around who stopped and turned to see what happened. I was now on my hands and knees, pants pinned under those knees, revealing a pair of very white Fruit of the Looms with the blue and gold stripes on the waistband. The crowd melted away from me, so everyone coming toward the stairs was presented with an unobstructed view of my bottom.

At this point the roar of laughter began. This would have been a crowd of about 50-75 boys and girls between the ages of 11-14, and with it being a small school, they all knew who I was.

In the seconds afterward, I was disoriented enough that my first response was actually to try and gather my books so I crawled forward a little before my brain kicked back in. Because of my position, I couldn't really recover without standing all the way up so now everyone in front of me in the upper part of the hall could see my thighs and the front of my briefs.

I struggled to bring my pants back up and then realized that although they came right down, I had to pause with my pants at mid-thigh to deliberately unbutton and unzip them to get them back up again which of course I fumbled at given the humiliation of it all. Eventually I got things back in place and retrieved my stuff at which point the crowd went on its way although there was still some giggling and pointing during the next class and then at the end of the day.

As before, feel free to ask any questions you might have.

[RaccoonBatteryStaple]

In each of the 3 cases, who saw you?

Did you have a bunch of people see?

Were they all pretty quick pantsings or was there more of a slow, deliberate build up and aftermath the other two times?

This is what happened the third time I was pantsed. Like the second time, I'm a little hazy whether this was in 7th or early 8th grade but I'm sure it happened after the second incident by a couple of months.

We were at school and getting on the school bus. I'm pretty sure this was for a field trip and not for the everyday ride home. It had to have been early fall or late spring, because I wasn't wearing a coat. I can't remember if I was wearing jeans or another pair of cords. Definitely not shorts though.

Everyone was close together and jostling once we got up the steps and into the aisle. I got to about the fourth row and that's when it happened. Hands near my hips from behind and then the downward tugging sensation.

This time they didn't get my pants down right away and I started to turn and reach for the waist of my pants to try and stop it. But the person behind me would not be denied and pulled harder. At that point I began to lose my balance and tip forward, giving them the leverage they needed. My pants slid about halfway down my butt to show off my FTLs with the blue and gold stripes, and then began to bind -- probably caught at the flare of my hips. This only lasted an instant, before the waist of my pants began pulling my briefs with them!

Once past my hips, the rest happened in an instant. My pants dropped down to my knees, my briefs came down to mid-thigh in the back and I felt the front waistband drop far enough for my penis to pop up over top of it. I toppled to my right into an empty seat face-first with my bare butt in the air facing the aisle.

This is about when the other kids around me realized what was going on. Now, the last time I remember there being a lot of laughing and comments, but this time there was some cheering also. This was the most humiliated I had (and have) ever been in public as the line to board the bus stalled with rubberneckers and of course the boys and girls in the surrounding seats all prairie dogged to see what was going on as well.

From the momentum of my fall, I kind of bounced against the seat and my knees slid off and went to the floor. I struggled to get my penis back into my briefs and then squirmed my way up to a seated position at the window with my naked butt on the seat. It was about that time I felt my penis stiffen. I start crying as I'm lifting my hips off the seat, trying to get my briefs all the way up and then my pants which again have to be unbuttoned and unzipped to put back on while also trying to adjust and conceal what is now a raging erection from my peers around me.

This of course all took place in less than 30 seconds and life went on and of course nobody asked if I was okay or anything, so I spent what had to be the next ten minutes sitting there with a rock-hard penis poking incessantly at my briefs in my a post-crying, near-blubbering mess of embarrassment, humiliation, and confusion with what I recognize now as arousal.

Based on the comments I did and did not get, at least 10 kids saw my bare butt, but I don't think anyone ever noticed my penis.

So, those are my three experiences being pantsed in my formative years. Ask if you're curious about anything and I'll see if I can jog my memories.

[RaccoonBatteryStaple]

Snow! Where did you grow up?

Upstate Illinois, this would have been very early '80s when we got a lot of snow in the winter.

That’s a great story. I like how even though nobody seemed to notice, you still felt embarrassed, knowing how easily they could have seen you!

I suppose the embarrassment was equal parts from the physical exposure and knowing I'd done it without even giving it a thought. Keep in mind this was also at the other end of the hallway from where we came in from recess and the doors would have been open for some time with all the kids passing inside so once I stood up the cold air on my skin was quite noticeable! And I was really worried about getting in trouble if my teacher saw me like that.

I’m really looking forward to hearing the other two — particularly the one on the bus!

I hope you found them as interesting as the first.