Get Michael!

When I was in junior high, several of us guys regularly hung out with a boy who had access to his family car. I don't remember him being much older than us; maybe he had an early license. Anyway, it seemed we were always out late on Friday or Saturday nights after a movie or a high school game, driving around town and acting crazy. We never did anything really bad, just drove around after we should have been home in bed. Sometimes we waved at police cars and occasionally they stopped us to make sure we weren't drinking. To a carload of seventh graders, all of that was funny beyond description.


The guy who drove had a wicked sense of humor. He would lean toward the boy next to him and whisper, "Get Michael!" Or John or David or some other guy in the car. The word spread among us immediately that "Michael" was our target. We would gang up on him, try to hold him still, and strip off all his clothes except his underpants. Summer or winter, the car would come to a sudden halt and "Michael" would be thrown out wearing nothing but his whitie-tighties.


We might circle the block just once or stay gone for as much as ten minutes. Sometimes we threw the victim's clothes out along the way. Then we'd finally swing by and let him climb into the car. If we'd tossed his clothes, he had to get out of the car at every stop and pick up his own stuff. The driver might take advantage of that and speed off again.



Every Saturday night one of us would be chosen. Never more than one. We'd see the driver lean over and whisper. Sometimes he said "Get Marty!" and I would try to keep at least my pants while they stripped me. But I always lost that battle and ended up in the street in my underwear.


This was hilarious fun to us. None of us drank or did drugs or even smoked. We just laughed our butts off as we left some poor boy standing in a front yard or on a business corner at midnight, wearing nothing but his briefs.


After I learned how to pump my dick, I realized that the boy who drove the car was secretly jacking off with one hand and steering the car with the other while the chosen boy was stripped. But I never mentioned it to any of the others. I got boners from knowing what he was doing but kept that part to myself, waiting until I got home to take care of my horny situation.

Martin