Fell into the pool, then...... SeXStoRY

So this is one of those embarrassing stories, but in a weird way, I enjoyed the embarrassment, and would love to find new situations to get embarressed in. Anyway, I had gone to a house party of a friend, must have been 50+ guys and girls there, drinking and partying. It was a great party, after a few drinks, I was having a great time chatting and flirting as I moved around the house. The back of the house opens onto a patio that leads right to the pool. As the house got stuffy, more and more people wandered out to hang out, smoke, and get some air. I was standing near the edge, chatting up this cute couple, both who I had seen around at other things, but never got to really talk to. Being a few beers in, I can honestly say I don't remember what we being said, but I know we all seemed to be having a great time. Suddenly some guy burst out of the house, and ran across the patio with someone yelling at him. He pushed past the couple I was talking to, and tripped over my leg. He tumbled over one way, I tumbled the other, into the pool. When I surfaced, everyone was asking if I was alright....well those who were not laughing their asses off, anyway. So I dragged myself out of the pool, sopping wet. The chick whose house it was came right over and told me to follow her to her laundry room so we could dry my clothes. Once there, she gave me a towel and left me to get undressed and dump my clothes into the dryer. I wandered back out to the party, towel wrapped around my waist. Oh the cat calls and whistles I got from both the guys and girls. Someone was kind enough to give me a beer, which I chugged, then went and got another. I was embarrassed at falling into the pool, I was embarrassed to be only wearing a towel. Could not see the night getting any worse. Everyone enjoyed making little comments about my state of dress, and all I could do is hope the dryer buzzed soon so I could get dressed. One guy walked up to me and asked, "So, you wearing anything under that there kilt, Braveheart?" When I responded sarcastically, "Why don't you check for yourself?" he laughed, and then grabbed the towel and whipped it off of me, running away with it. So, there I stood, in the middle of the room, holding a beer in one hand, and trying to cover my cock with my other. Everyone cheered. I must have turned several colors of red. Then the alcohol must have really kicked in. I was like fuck it, I'm going to stay naked until someone gets my clothes. At first people were shocked that I was not trying to hide anything as I walked around and tried to talk to people. I did keep a semi-chubby, but I think the beer was helping keeping it from a full on hard on. I did get a lot of butt slaps, and a couple of dick grabs. Certainly I drank a LOT more for the rest of the night, and I think there were people posing for pics with me (though apparently everyone has been nice enough to pretend no such evidence exists). When I woke in the morning, I found myself with a blaket covering me as I lay on the couch, and my clothes still in the dryer. Guess I stayed naked all night, and passed out on the couch. LOL Since then, of course, I get lots of people making little comments, or knowing glances at my crotch. I always make the same joke back, "Well, if you ever want a naked guy to hang around your house, just let me know." So far, no takers. :(