I use to hang out with a mixed group of boys and girls when I was 15. As usual boys show off when girls were with us and most had crushes on a particular girl they liked. Mine was a girl named Nancy, blond, blue eyes and couldn't stop looking at her beautiful legs and butt. Inventing sexy games was the best way to get close and girls definitely didn't mind doing their share. I remember my friends pulling my leg about having a crush on Nancy and making me blush. They always had fun with me trying to pull my pants down to embarrass me because I was the youngest one of the group. One day I ended getting stripped in the middle of a field while girls stood watching. I still remember girls cheering when they saw my hard dick popped out of my underwear. Ended up stranded stark naked in front of girls, boys running away with my clothes and nowhere to hide my shame. They only thing I could think of, was Nancy seeing me naked. I could hear my friends roaring with laughter waving my clothes as if they were trophies, while exposing my stiff dick to giggling girls. There was nothing I didn't get forced to show that day and long enough time to view every single inch of me. They five minutes of nude shame turned into what seemed endless embarrassment. Paraded myself trying to get my clothes back and got them back when they were all good a ready. It was like one of those wet dreams I used to have that never thought would happed. I was so embarrassed I couldn't face any of them for months on end and even when I worked up the courage of to see them embarrassment was always in my mind. Of course blushing was a daily thing being reminded about it almost every day and hoping time would erase the experience. I didn't, I'm 25 now and still remember.