“Oh, Adam, I can’t believe you’re going to do this,” Mary cried, “Aren’t you embarrassed at all? Stop, please!” This just emboldened me even further. I unzipped my shorts and let them fall to my ankles. My hands clasping the waistband of my underpants and tugged them down, and enjoyed the feel of the cotton slipping across the curve of each butt cheek.
“Oh, you’re really shameless!” Mary said. “Not at all, Mary – I feel great!,” I replied while bending down to pull my shorts and underpants out of each pant-leg, drawing them off each sneaker, then dropping them next to my bike.
Now, not wearing a stitch except my socks and sneakers, I turned with my backside facing my four friends and took off around the track. As I jogged around, a couple of cars passed, one of them honking its horn at me. Sweat began to form on my back,