Stripped on the way home from school
Posted: Fri Jul 24, 2026 10:56 pm
I only recently stumbled upon this site and I immediately thought that an experience I had back in the early 60s, when I was a shy twelve-year-old boy, might be of interest. It left very deep, life-long marks on me, which is why I still remember it so vividly.
It happened one day when I was walking home from school with a few classmates – Jack, Kieran, Janet, Alice and Cathy (names obviously changed). Times were simpler, more innocent, much safer then – no need for school runs for a couple of decades yet – and we were dawdling and larking about as we always did after school. Kieran suggested we should walk round the back of the church where there was a secluded spot with a patch of grass bordered by the windowless wall of the church on one side, a high, thick hedge on the other, and a small wooded area at the far end.
Jack and I were walking in front as we crossed the lawn, followed by the others when Kieran came up alongside Jack and quietly said, ‘Strip me’. So that was why he wanted to come this way, I thought. He lay down on the grass with his head and shoulders propped up against the wall of the church. Jack crouched down beside him and unbuttoned his shirt. The girls stood side by side, wondering what was going on, but the penny soon dropped when Jack opened Kieran's trousers, and their eyes lit up with eager anticipation. Kieran's face went bright red, he started jiggling his feet rapidly up and down while making trilling ooing sounds as Jack tugged his trousers down well below his knees. When Jack reached for his underpants, Kieran's trilling and foot jiggling became even more intense. As Jack pulled his pants down, Kieran's very stiff penis popped out and stood straight up. I remember noticing that his willy was as bright red as his face, and thought that my willy was never so very bright red like that, but then mine never had three smiling girls staring at it.
A strange quiet then settled on the scene. Kieran had stopped jiggling his feet, though he was still bright red and ooing very quietly, as his eyes darted back and forth between his willy and the girls, who were all smiling broadly, seemingly unable to take their eyes off Kieran's stiff, twitching penis. Jack was still crouching next to Kieran, but he was gazing off into the distance at nothing in particular, apparently not knowing how he should react, what he should do next.
As the center of attention was quite rightly Kieran's penis, I'm sure no one took any notice of me standing off to the side, observing the scene. And even if they had, I'm sure they wouldn't have noticed the violent storm raging inside me, though I suspect my face was as bright red as Kieran's. Part of me was overwhelmed by terrifyingly toe-curling embarrassment unlike any I had ever experienced before, and I had a tremendous urge to run away as fast as I could. But my feet were firmly rooted to the spot because another, obviously greater, part of me was trying to summon the courage to tell Jack to strip me as well. At that moment, in spite of my desperate shyness, there was nothing in the world I wanted so much as to be lying there on the grass, naked, writhing in exquisite embarrassment as the girls stared and smiled at my stiff twitching willy (which really was stiff and twitching, though concealed in my trousers). Sadly, my shyness won out in the end and I remained fully clothed. Eventually Kieran got dressed as we all watched. Then we headed home, Kieran, Jack and myself in silence, having experienced excruciating, albeit thrilling, embarrassment, while the girls were utterly carefree, having had a wonderfully fun time, with not a whiff of embarrassment as they chatted, giggled and laughed as we went, even though in the socially conservative early 60s Kieran's will almost definitely have been the only penis they had ever seen, and most certainly the only erect penis. Even I, as boy, had had just the odd fleeting glance at another boy's willy as we stood at the school urinals, and until that day I had only ever seen my own penis become erect.
For a long time afterwards I went to sleep most nights imagining the girls in my class stripping me naked. And now, all these decades later, having been alone again for several years, I find myself once more having the same sort of fantasies about my female friends and acquaintances, hoping the day will come when they strip me naked to expose my little penis and my vulnerability.
I've come full circle.
It happened one day when I was walking home from school with a few classmates – Jack, Kieran, Janet, Alice and Cathy (names obviously changed). Times were simpler, more innocent, much safer then – no need for school runs for a couple of decades yet – and we were dawdling and larking about as we always did after school. Kieran suggested we should walk round the back of the church where there was a secluded spot with a patch of grass bordered by the windowless wall of the church on one side, a high, thick hedge on the other, and a small wooded area at the far end.
Jack and I were walking in front as we crossed the lawn, followed by the others when Kieran came up alongside Jack and quietly said, ‘Strip me’. So that was why he wanted to come this way, I thought. He lay down on the grass with his head and shoulders propped up against the wall of the church. Jack crouched down beside him and unbuttoned his shirt. The girls stood side by side, wondering what was going on, but the penny soon dropped when Jack opened Kieran's trousers, and their eyes lit up with eager anticipation. Kieran's face went bright red, he started jiggling his feet rapidly up and down while making trilling ooing sounds as Jack tugged his trousers down well below his knees. When Jack reached for his underpants, Kieran's trilling and foot jiggling became even more intense. As Jack pulled his pants down, Kieran's very stiff penis popped out and stood straight up. I remember noticing that his willy was as bright red as his face, and thought that my willy was never so very bright red like that, but then mine never had three smiling girls staring at it.
A strange quiet then settled on the scene. Kieran had stopped jiggling his feet, though he was still bright red and ooing very quietly, as his eyes darted back and forth between his willy and the girls, who were all smiling broadly, seemingly unable to take their eyes off Kieran's stiff, twitching penis. Jack was still crouching next to Kieran, but he was gazing off into the distance at nothing in particular, apparently not knowing how he should react, what he should do next.
As the center of attention was quite rightly Kieran's penis, I'm sure no one took any notice of me standing off to the side, observing the scene. And even if they had, I'm sure they wouldn't have noticed the violent storm raging inside me, though I suspect my face was as bright red as Kieran's. Part of me was overwhelmed by terrifyingly toe-curling embarrassment unlike any I had ever experienced before, and I had a tremendous urge to run away as fast as I could. But my feet were firmly rooted to the spot because another, obviously greater, part of me was trying to summon the courage to tell Jack to strip me as well. At that moment, in spite of my desperate shyness, there was nothing in the world I wanted so much as to be lying there on the grass, naked, writhing in exquisite embarrassment as the girls stared and smiled at my stiff twitching willy (which really was stiff and twitching, though concealed in my trousers). Sadly, my shyness won out in the end and I remained fully clothed. Eventually Kieran got dressed as we all watched. Then we headed home, Kieran, Jack and myself in silence, having experienced excruciating, albeit thrilling, embarrassment, while the girls were utterly carefree, having had a wonderfully fun time, with not a whiff of embarrassment as they chatted, giggled and laughed as we went, even though in the socially conservative early 60s Kieran's will almost definitely have been the only penis they had ever seen, and most certainly the only erect penis. Even I, as boy, had had just the odd fleeting glance at another boy's willy as we stood at the school urinals, and until that day I had only ever seen my own penis become erect.
For a long time afterwards I went to sleep most nights imagining the girls in my class stripping me naked. And now, all these decades later, having been alone again for several years, I find myself once more having the same sort of fantasies about my female friends and acquaintances, hoping the day will come when they strip me naked to expose my little penis and my vulnerability.
I've come full circle.
