Date: Sun, 1 Jan 2006 07:46:13 -0800 (PST)
From: James Daniels <losemypants@yahoo.com>
Subject: embarrassed 4

Joey's alarm went off, but he did not want to get up. Today was the first
day of his new job. He was both excited and nervous at the same time. He
lay in bed with his eyes clothes, not really ready to get up. Then he heard
a truck pull into the driveway in front of their house, and he was out of
bed in a flash. Joey looked out the window and saw Bob, the delivery driver
who had been coming around lately, getting out of his truck. Luckily Joey
was wearing the new pajamas Bob had given him, and also had on a pair of
briefs under the pjs and a pair of socks. Joey ran down and opened the
front door just as Bob was walking up onto the porch.

"Hey, Joey," said Bob, "nice pjs."

"Thanks," said Joey, grinning.

"Sorry to disappoint you today," said Bob, "but I don't have a package for
you. I wondered if I could get your help. I have some packages going to
addresses that I don't know. I wondered if you could give me directions
again?"

"Sure, no problem," agreed Joey.

"Great, they are in the back of my truck."

Joey followed Bob around to the back of the truck. The door was open and
the truck was big enough that he walked in. Joey followed him with Bob
giving him a hand getting up inside the truck. It was parked so that the
door was open to the street, so anybody passing by could see in.

Bob pointed out some boxes, and Joey stood looking at them, reading the
addresses. Then he felt Bob come up behind him and press his body against
him. Joey could feel Bob's boner in his pants poking against his
pajama-clad rear end. As Joey started to give directions to the first
address, he felt Bob's arms come around and start unbuttoning his pajama
top. Once he had it open, Bob began to rub Joey's chest and tweak his
nipples. Joey moaned from pleasure. Then Bob worked his hands down to
Joey's pajama bottoms and gently slid them down. Joey lifted up his feet,
allowing Bob to take them all the way off.

Now Bob's hands were all over Joey, rubbing and stroking him, carressing
his cock through his underwear. Finally Bob hooked his hands on the
underpants and pulled them down. Again Joey lifted up his feet to allow Bob
to take them off. Now Joey was naked except for his socks in Bob's
truck. Bob's hands continued to rub Joey all over, and he moaned with
pleasure and leaned forward over a stack of boxes.

Joey felt Bob slide a finger up his rectum, and Joey tensed with
excitement. Slowly Bob slid his finger out, then Joey felt something else
slide up his rectum. Joey realized Bob had unzipped his uniform pants and
was sliding his penis in and out of him. At the same time Bob reached
around and began jacking Joey's dick. Joey groaned louder as he felt Bob
inside of him, sliding in and out, as well as his strong hands working his
cock. He could hear cars driving past and wondered if anyone saw them.

"Oh, oh, oh," moaned Joey as Bob drove his dick into his rectum faster and
faster and harder and harder. Bob's hand jacked Joey's boner even faster
too. Joey let out a loud groan as he felt his dick explode, shooting cum
all over the boxes. At the same time Bob pulled out and shot his load on
Joey's back. Joey was almost collapsed on the boxes, still leaking cum,
trying to regain his composure after his intense orgasm. Finally Bob took
him in his strong arms, turned him around to face him, and kissed him. When
Joey felt Bob's tongue in his mouth, he started to get boned up again.

Bob laughed, feeling Joey's semi, and said, "Sorry little buddy, I don't
have time for another."

Joey smiled. "That's O.K. Once was enough." He started to pull his pajamas
back on.

"Oh, and I lied to you," said Bob.

"What?" asked Joey.

"I do have a package for you," said Bob, smiling at Joey.

Joey smiled back, thanked him for the package, and hopped out of the
truck. "See you later," he called. He watched as Bob backed out of the
driveway and drove off. Suddenly Joey realized that he had left his
underwear on the truck. He smiled, happy that he had given Bob a
present. Joey turned to go back inside and found his door to be
locked. "Damn," he said aloud, and went to retrieve the spare key they kept
hidden. It was gone. "Oh no! What happened to it? How am I going to get in?
How can I go to work?" In a panic Joey ran, package in hand, to the house
next door. He rang the bell and Gilbert answered.

"Gilbert!" yelled Joey. "Can you help me? I am locked out of my house and
have to get ready to go to work. I don't know what to do."

Gilbert thought for a minute, then said, "You could borrow some of my
clothes if you want."

"You're the best!" said Joey. "Thanks, man!" Joey followed Gilbert upstairs
to his room. He set the package down on the floor in Gilbert's room and
said, "Do you mind if I leave this here until after work?"

"No, I don't mind," said Gilbert. "Here, try these clothes." He handed Joey
a pair of khakhi pants, a blue polo shirt, matching blue socks, and a pair
of loafers.

"Uh, um," stammered Joey, "I don't have any underwear either."

"No problem," said Gilbert. He went to a drawer and pulled out a pair of
red bikini briefs. Joey was surprised Gilbert had such sexy underwear.

Joey unbuttoned his pajama top and let it slide off his shoulders, then he
dropped his pajama pants and stepped out of them. Lastly he pulled off his
socks. He didn't mind standing in front of Gilbert naked. In fact he was
sure Gilbert had seen him naked through the window.

Gilbert was wearing a robe, and Joey wasn't sure what he had on
underneath. Joey did notice Gilbert fumbling with the robe as if he were
trying to hide a boner.

Joey pulled on the skimpy underwear followed by the shirt and pants. The
clothes were pretty tight on him, which surprised him since Gilbert was a
bit skinnier than he but not that much. "Do you like to wear your clothes
tight?" Joey asked.

"I like to wear my clothes long after I have outgrown them," answered
Gilbert. "That way they get worn and start to tear at the seams and things
like that."

Joey grinned at Gilbert, understanding exactly what he meant. He knew
Gilbert liked showing off too; he was just a bit more shy than Joey. "Well
thanks for lending these to me, you are really saving my life," said Joey
as he sat on the bed to pull on the socks. The last thing he did was
squeeze his feet into the loafers which were very tight on him. He stood up
and looked at himself in the mirror. The tight pants would leave little to
the imagination. "Thanks again, Gilbert. I will bring them by tonight after
work, and I will pick up the package at the same time."

As Joey walked to the bookstore, he could feel the clothes stretching at
the seams. He would be lucky if they stayed in one piece through the
day. When he got to the store, his new boss Chris showed him
around. Finally he asked Joey to start shelving the new books that had come
in.

Joey spent the morning walking around the bookstore shelving
books. Everytime he bent down or reached up he could feel the seams of his
clothes give a little more. Every so often he could hear a slight tearing
noise and knew the clothes were giving way. After the shelving was
finished, Chris asked Joey to work at the cash register. Chris gave him a
crash course and Joey dove in, ringing up the customers.

As Joey was ringing up a man's purchases, he decided to take off his shoes
since his feet were killing him. The loafers were so tight it took
considerable effort. Joey had to balance himself while he used his toes to
push the tight shoes off his feet. It took so much effort the shoes went
flying when they popped off, and Joey had no idea where they went. The man
he was ringing up figured out what the boy was doing and leaned over to
look behind the counter. He saw Joey standing in his blue socks and smiled
at him. Joey smiled back and bagged up the books.

Joey was relieved to get the shoes off and was wiggling his toes in his
socks. He liked walking around behind the counter in just his socks to get
bags or find books on hold for customers. As he was finishing up a
transaction with another man, Joey bent down to get a shopping bag for all
the books. When he did he heard a loud rip, and looked down so see the seam
along one side of the pants had completely ripped open. His leg and the
side of the red bikini briefs were now showing.

Joey continued to work, and every time he would bend down or reach up, his
clothes would tear more. The seams on the shirt began to rip, exposing his
bare skin. The seam down the other side of the pants tore so that his
underwear was exposed on both sides. Chris saw his predicament and told him
he did not have to keep working the register. He sent him to the back of
the store to clean and straighten the shelves. Joey walked to the secluded
area in his socks, leaving his loafers somewhere behind the counter.

Joey's clothe continued to tear as he worked, getting worse and worse. The
button at the waistband of the pants popped off. The sides of the shirt
ripped open so that it was barely hanging on his body. With the button of
the pants gone the zipper began to rip open. The situation got worse as
Joey's clothes began to fall off of his as he worked. The shirt had finally
torn so much that when Joey reached up to a top shelf, the remaining shreds
fell to the floor. Joey bent down to pick them up, and the last few threads
of the pants gave away, and the remnants of the trousers also fell to the
floor. Joey was now standing in the store in nothing but the skimpy red
bikini briefs and the blue socks.

Chris came back to see how Joey was doing, and found the boy nearly naked
and embarrassed. To make matters worse, Joey's boner was obvious in the
skimpy underwear. Joey saw Chris and picked up the shreds of his clothes
and tried to hold them in front of him to cover his embarrassing situation.

"Don't be upset," said Chris, stroking Joey on the back. "I think I might
have some extra clothes you can wear," he said, leading Joey back to his
office. While Chris was searching for his extra clothes, there was a knock
on his office door. Jeremy, one of the other new employees, needed to talk
to him.

"I don't want him to see me in my underwear," said Joey.

"Just hide under my desk until he's gone," said Chris.

"But you can see under your desk from the other chair."

"Just use the wastbasket to block yourself from view."

"O.K.," said Joey, scrambling under the desk and using the basket to
prevent Jeremy from seeing him.

"Come in," called Chris, sitting down at his desk.

Jeremy came in and sat down and began to complain to Chris about his
problems at home which were causing him to be late and miss work.

Joey found himself to be nervous but also excited. He realized he was
developing a little crush on his boss, and having Chris sitting so close to
him was getting him aroused. He wondered how Chris would react if he
touched him. He certainly couldn't say anything or try to stop him, not
with Jeremy sitting right there.

Joey quietly untied Chris' dress shoes. When he tried to pull the shoes
off, Chris resisted, moving his feet back. But Joey persisted, pulling on
the tight dress shoes. Eventually he was able to pull them off with some
effort. Joey began to massage Chris' feet in his black dress socks, which
seemed to relax him a little.

Now Joey reached farther up toward Chris' lap and found the fly of his
pants. Again Chris resisted, trying to block Joey with his hands. But Chris
couldn't be too obvious or Jeremy would figure out something was
wrong. Joey managed to get Chris' pants undone so that he underwear, a pair
of black briefs, were exposed. Joey began to pull on the pants to try to
pull them down. Chris was squirming in his chair, trying to prevent Joey
from getting his pants down.

"Are you alright, sir?" asked Jeremy.

"Uh, yes, I'm fine," answered Chris. "Go on." Chris eventually felt his
pants pulled down. The next thing he knew Joey had his pants all the way
off, and Chris realized he was sitting at his desk in front of Jeremy in
his underwear and socks. Luckily all Jeremy could see was his shirt and tie
from the waist up.

What neither Chris now Joey realized was that Joey had accidentally knocked
the wastebasket away that was hiding him. It had hit the carpet so did not
make much noise, thus neither realized it was gone. Jeremy, however,
noticed and was now interested in watching the show going on underneath
Chris' desk. Jeremy was prolonging his talk with Chris so he could watch,
and at the same time trying to hide his boner from his boss.

Joey was now yanking on Chris' underwear, trying to pull them down. Chris
was again resisting, holding onto the briefs with one hand. Eventually his
hand slipped and the briefs slid down his legs and off his body. As Joey
pulled his boss' underwear off and tossed them aside, he took off his own
briefs as well. Joey was jacking himself off as his mouth closed arouond
Chris' erect penis.

"Ohhh," moaned Chris as he felt Joey begin sucking his cock.

"What was that, sir?" asked Jeremy, now watching Joey give their boss a
blow job.

"Oh, uh, nothing," said Chris, "What were you saying?" He tried to focus on
what Jeremy was saying, but all he could do was enjoy the sensation of his
newest employee working his tongue up and down his rigid dick. As Jeremy
continued to talk and Joey continued to work his cock, Chris would murmur,
"mmm," as if he were listening to what was being said.

Jeremy noticed Chris was paying little attention to what he said, so the
boy was able to look under the desk to see Joey, now naked and jacking off,
working his mouth up and down on Chris' dick. Joey did not realize when he
tossed his underwear and his boss' underwear away, they ended up on the
floor away from the desk, so Jeremy was also getting turned on looking at
his boss' underwear lying on the floor. Chris was so engrossed in the
blowjob, he didn't notice when Jeremy slid his hand into his pocket.

It was obvious to Jeremy what was happening as his boss grunted and closed
his eyes. As the man tried to control his face and his breathing, Jeremy
looked under the desk in time to see Joey cum, shooting jizz all over his
boss' socked feet.

Chris was trying to pay attention to Jeremy, but all he could think about
was Joey's mouth on his dick as the intensity built. Chris felt the
beginnings of his orgasm as his dick pulsed and shot out loads of cum.

Joey knew his boss was about to cum, and his own dick lost control as he
shot his load.

"So it's O.K., then?"

Chris still had his eyes closed with his dick dripping the last of his cum
when he realized Jeremy was asking him a question. His eyes popped open and
he said, "What?"

"Is it O.K. if I take the day off?" repeated Jeremy.

"Uh, oh yeah, sure," muttered Chris.

"Thank you, sir," said Jeremy, getting up to leave. As he walked out of the
office, he discretely kicked the two pair of briefs that had been on the
floor out of the office door. Outside of the office he bent, picked them
up, and stuffed them in his pocket.

"Oh, man, I can't believe you did that," Chris said to Joey after Jeremy
was gone.

Joey got out from under the desk as Chris pulled his pants back on. "Where
is my underwear?" asked Chris.

Joey was naked looking around the office. "I don't know. I can't find mine
either."

"Well, forget it for now," said Chris, "we have to find you some clothes."
Chris found an extra set of clothes for Joey to wear. "Here, put these on,
then you can take your lunch break." Chris put his shoes back on and walked
out into the store.

Jeremy quickly pulled his boss' clothes on. He had given him boxers, dress
pants and a dress shirt, all of which were too big. He retrieved his
loafers from under the front counter and left for his lunch break. He took
a quick break and only drank a soda. As he walked around the mall, the
baggy pants kept sliding down. At one point they fell down to his ankles,
exposing the baggy boxers. A couple of teens laughed at him.

When Joey returned to the store, Chris put him on cash register duty
again. "You will be the only one in the store," said Chris. "Jeremy is
going to lunch, and I have to run an errand. Will you be alright by
yourself for a bit?"

"Sure, no problem," said Joey. He assisted customers with no problem, but
realized more and more that he had to pee. He tried to ignore it at first,
but it got worse. He started fidgeting around and grabbing at his penis
like little boys do when they have to pee. He knew it was obvious that he
had to go.

As Joey was talking to a customer, he was hopping around and pulling on his
dick. "What's the matter, son?" asked the customer.

"Uh, nothing, sir," answered Joey and the man continued to talk to him
about books he wanted.

After holding it as long as he could, Joey felt his muscles release and the
familiar pulsing in his dick. He began to pee his pants in front of
customers. The boxers became immediately soaked, and the pee spread to the
pants, soaking the front and then running down the legs.

Two young men who worked in the mall and were browsing in the store saw
what happened. They both laughed, and one said, "Look at the baby pissing
his pants."

"Don't worry, son," said the customer Joey was helping. "We all have
accidents."

"Thank you, sir," said Joey, feeling a little bit of comfort. Then he
looked down and saw that he had completely soaked his boss' boxers and
pants, and the pee had run down and even soaked his socks inside his
loafers. "What am I going to do?" he asked himself.

Luckily Jeremy returned from his lunch break. "What happened to you?" he
asked.

"I had an accident and peed my pants," said Joey, now even more embarrassed
to have to explain to his co-worker.

"Well, I will cover for you," said Jeremy. "Go to the restroom and clean
up."

Joey ran out of the store and headed for the restroom. As he walked he
heard the sloshing of his wet socks inside the shoes. People saw his wet
pants and snickered. When he reached the restroom he stripped everything
off, including the shirt which had gotten wet, and held them up to the hand
dryer to dry them off. A couple of men came in and saw him naked. Joey was
embarrassed, but there was no way to hide himself.

Joey worked the rest of the day in his boss' stained clothes, promising
Chris he would wash them and return them the next day. As he walked home,
the baggy pants kept sliding down, exposing his boxers. Joey would quickly
pull them back up, but this was giving him an erection. As a car full of
teen-aged boys drove past, Joey's pants fell again. This time the baggy
boxers fell too, and his boner was exposed to the car full of boys. They
pointed and laughed at him and he put his hands over his hard-on. This just
made the boys laugh more. Joey finally got his boxers and pants pulled back
up as the boys drove off.

"What a day," Joey said to himself as he rang his neighbors'
doorbell. Gilbert answered the door and Joey said, "I'm really sorry, man,
but your clothes got torn up. They were just too small for me. Oh, and I
lost your underwear too, sorry. I guess I owe you."

"That's O.K.," said Gilbert, "you can make it up to me. Did you want to get
your pajamas and the package you left here?"

"Oh, yeah, I forgot about that," said Joey. He followed Gilbert up to his
room. Joey sat down on the bed and pulled Gilbert's tight loafers off his
feet. "Here are you shoes, and I will return the socks after I wash them."

"O.K.," said Gilbert. "Here are the pajamas you had on this morning, and
here is your package," he said, handing everything to Joey. "So what
happened today?"

Joey began to tell Gilbert all about what had happened to him on his first
day of work. When he was done, Gilbert said, "Why don't you change into
your pajamas and hang out with me tonight? We could watch movies together
in our pjs."

Joey thought about that, wondering what would happen if he and Gilbert
spent the evening together.