The boys don’t team up

To my relief, the other boys just watched. Unfortunately my relief was short-lived, I felt a hand fiddle with the button of my jeans. My jeans felt looser around my hips. The sound of my zipper drove me crazy and panic set in. Slowly but surely Sem pulled my jeans down. I felt a cold breeze over my bare hips. I tried to get out by wobbling my body violently, but this made my jeans slip to my ankles faster. For Sem the moment to take it off completely and throw it away. There I lay, held with my shirt over my face, except for my underwear and a sock, naked to five guys.