Worst summer of my life

[HitchingARide]

The summer I turned 13 I had the worst experience of my life. It was a hot, lazy day, and my neighbors had a hammock on a metal frame in the shade. I had used it often, but this time would be my last.
I had fallen asleep and woke suddenly when something was tossed over my face. Next I felt pressure on my wrists. I tried to rise but felt ropes tighten around my wrists and they pulled under the hammock.
I could hear the giggling and laughing and knew who most of them were. Other kids from around the part of the block I lived in. Mostly 10 and 11 year olds, but I heard a name or two of kids that I knew were no more than 8. Boys and girls.
They unbuttoned my shirt and pushed the sides under my back. Then they started on my jeans. I struggled but my wrists were pulled under the frame and tied off so there was nothing I could do to stop them.
They tickled me to get me rise enough to pull my jeans down and off, followed immediately by my underpants. Then they ran away cheering and yelling “We stripped (my name)” several times.
They left me, unable to get free. Twice in what I think was the next hour I felt hands on my privates and heard giggles that I was positive came from girls. Who and how old I had no idea. But I was rock hard.
Next, I suddenly felt movement. Again, I don’t know who or how many, but it was once again I was sure it was kids younger than me because they mentioned that I had little hairs growing around my ‘thing’. I did not recognize the voices. I could tell that they pulled the hammock out from under a tree and left me under the sun. I could feel it heating my skin and got worried about getting a sunburn on my privates.
It wasn’t long before I was rescued. My two best friends had heard kids laughing about stripping (my name) naked and came looking for me. They lifted the towel that had been over my eyes so I knew it was them, but they also laughed and made fun of my boner for several minutes before untying my wrists. My clothes were gone, all I had was my shirt which wasn’t long enough to cover anything. And with nobody home, my house was locked and my key in the pocket of my jeans.
I ran to the garage while my friends went to search for the rest of my clothes. They came back and told me they didn’t find them, but that my younger sister was home and in the house. They laughed when they saw the look on my face. Then they admitted they’d found my jeans but not my underwear two yards away. They went out and got my pants, and I was too pissed to even thank them. I went in and with one look on her face I knew my sister had been one of them.
She didn’t even try to deny it when I accused her, she just laughed and said that one of the boys was my age and he said my dick was extremely small. She held her finger and thumb apart at about the right length for my dick when it was hard. She even described my balls as two red, round blobs about an inch across, which was also quite accurate.
She finished with a statement that I still remember clearly to this day. “Now everyone in the neighborhood knows what you look like naked. At least thirty boys and girls from every house near ours saw you.”
It wasn’t until I was in high school that I stopped hearing references to what I looked like that day.
And before anyone asks, no, there was no revenge. I was too totally ashamed to tell my parents. I did apologize to my friends, but the idea of trying to beat up or strip neighborhood kids was out of the question. One, I was scared of some of the ones close to my age. And the younger ones would tell their parents. Besides, from reports I heard, the majority of the kids who stripped me were girls. As near as I know, only three boys assisted. And beating up girls was not acceptable behavior back then. Yeah, a lot of boys witnessed it, but even there, it seemed that the majority of those who watched or came back to look were girls.
I was laughed at frequently the rest of the summer, and as an eighth grader in the fall, I was pantsed on the first Friday along with about a third of the seventh-grade boys – something that had happened to me the year before. At least at school, it didn’t include lowering of underpants. But still, it wasn’t supposed to happen to boys in my grade at all – it was a ritual that the school turned a blind eye too as long as it didn’t go too far.

[PantsDownFun]

Damn, that is both humiliating and hot. How long ago was this? I'm assuming a fairly long time ago if schools were still turning a blind eye to pantsing (though I'm not overly opposed to them turning something of a blind eye again, the pendulum has swung more than it needs to).

[HitchingARide]

I turned 13 in 1965, so yeah, it was a long time ago.

[TONI]

This is a sad, not funny story, a lifelong trauma.

[ENFobsessed]

How was your relationship with your sister after this? I honestly don't think I would ever speak with her again