I got fully pantsed... and I actually kind of deserved it

[PantsDownFun]

This story is a mix of actual events and fiction. I call it an "almost happened" story, the beginning is something that really happened, in the middle I change just a few small details, which allows for it to end completely different from what actually happened. If anyone is interested, I can also follow up with clarification on what was real, what was fiction.

I was about 16 when this happened. It had been a few years since I had last pantsed anyone. I tried to tell myself that I had grown out of that phase, but in reality it was an itch, just below the surface, just waiting to get scratched. And scratch it, I was about to do. My mom was very active in the adult leadership of the Boy Scout troop that I was in. She was having a meeting at the Scoutmaster's house. I ended up in the basement, along with the Scoutmaster's younger son (T) and the younger son of the assistant scoutmaster (S), both were about 12 or 13 years old. I got "stuck" on "babysitter" duty, not that I minded, I was an only child who had always wanted little brothers, "babysitting" duty gave me the opportunity to pretend for just a while that I was the older brother that I always wanted to be.
All that evening I had noticed that T was wearing hand me down jeans that were at least two sizes too big for him and he didn't have a belt. Every minute or two he was having to pull up on his pants to keep them from falling. Every time I noticed his pants slip a little, I got a little excited, just how funny it would be to see his pants fall in front of his friend. S didn't seem to have noticed that this was going on. Then again, S was kind of hard to read, very shy, very reserved, he might have noticed but just didn't show it. Also, I had never seen him, nor his older or younger brother in anything but snug fitting clothes, I'm not entirely sure that he even had a concept that pants could fall down.
At one point, T and S were playing some game while both standing at a table. At that moment, I knew what I had to do without knowing what I had to do. I walked up behind T as quietly as I could, grabbed hold of his jeans, and yanked them all the way to the floor, before stepping on them and pushing him some so he stumbled completely out of his pants. So now, there he was, standing in his loose fitting, but very thin fabric boxers in front of me and his friend. Looking back now, I'm disappointed that I didn't think to reach up and pull his boxers down too, but alas, I was already focused on having fun keeping his pants away from him, so the moment of opportunity had passed. What I couldn't have seen coming was that T wouldn't even try to get his pants back. It was obvious that he was embarrassed to be seen in his underwear, but he was more intent on revenge than ending his embarrassment.
T jumped onto my back and called to S, "come on, pull his pants down." For a while I was able to hold onto my belt buckle to keep S from undoing it. T recognized that S would never get my belt undone as long as my hands were free, so he decided that he would force me to move my hands by putting his arm around my neck, forcing me to grab at his arm to keep him from choking me. As soon as I did that, S was quickly able to get my belt undone. Then S did something that sent a wave of terror through me. He immediately started working on pulling my pants down instead of undoing my pants button and zipper. I was wearing almost this exact pair of boxers https://www.walmart.com/ip/Fruit-of-the ... rs/8807454. They were actually a little bit looser than my pants. If I didn't know anything else about what was about to happen, I knew that my pants would pull my boxers down with them. I'm fairly certain that S wore briefs still, so wasn't thinking about the fact that boxers come down much easier, but maybe he did know that, he was just really wanting to do a double pantsing and claim it was an accident... that would be a side of that kid that I hadn't seen before, but you never know. Either way, I felt my pants and boxers starting to slide down. I couldn't even really say anything, beg him to undo the button and leave my boxers, after all, I didn't pull down T's boxers, now I was really wishing I had pulled down his boxers if I was about to be exposed either way.
Once my pants and boxers started moving, they moved quickly. Seemingly in the time of a single breath, my pants and boxers were now around my knees. T and S were both laughing uncontrollably, I'm definitely more of a grower than a shower, so soft I'm only about 3 inches, I also had very long pubic hair, making me look smaller than I actually am (this was well before I had even thought of grooming). And now these two knew exactly what my penis looked like. To make things worse, I could hear footsteps on the stairs. I didn't know who was coming down, but I was about to have another person, I was almost hoping that it would be a parent, because if it was the Scoutmaster's son, I'd have to face him in school the next day... it was the Scoutmaster who came down, which wasn't the worst case scenario, but it was still bad. He just stops and stares at us, now all frozen in place. I have to imagine exactly what he saw. Me, with my dick out, pants and boxers around my knees, S knelt down in front of me holding onto my pants still, T hanging on my back, arm around my neck, still not wearing pants. He said the only thing that he possibly could have said, "what the hell is happening?" T immediately responded, "He started it, he pantsed me." It took the Scoutmaster a second to process this, "he pantsed you?" I just kind of nodded, I didn't know what trouble I was going to be in, but I knew that lying probably wasn't going to help. I didn't expect the Scoutmaster to laugh, but he did, saying, "well, PDF, have you learned your lesson about why it is a bad idea to pants T? I think you've had consequence enough, now all of you, put your clothes back on... oh, and T, wear the damned belt that I bought you." Then just turned and walked back upstairs. I think we all sat there for a good minute, still frozen, not quite believing what just happened. Finally T let go and I was able to pull up my pants. T actually kept just walking around in his boxers for a few minutes, not in too much of a hurry to put his pants back on.
I realized two things that night. First, I still enjoyed humiliation, just a little, but very reluctantly. Second, I really loved pantsing other guys and that I was going to have to find more opportunities to do just that. And next time, I promised myself, I wouldn't forget to try to pull down boxers as well.

[tim409]

Personally, I think this should happen to every boy several times during his school years and it is best done in front of the girls in school. I also much prefer it happens to boys rather than girls even though girls do not show as much as boys for obvious reasons since Mother Nature put all our parts up front where they can easily be seen. Like you, one of the times it should be done is in the mid teens like 15-17 when he has more to show.

My wife has even done it to me several times when she had lady friends over (although I did not resist much and a few times, I took them off and stayed nude much to the ladies enjoyment.