Date: Fri, 6 Jan 2006 14:15:43 -0800 (PST)
From: James Daniels <losemypants@yahoo.com>
Subject: embarrassed 5

Embarrassed - 5

by James Daniels

losemypants@yahoo.com

"Hey dad," Gilbert was saying, "can Joey stay for dinner tonight?"

"That would be fine," said Wendell, Gilbert's father, "except that I
thought we would eat out tonight. He is welcome to go with us if he would
like."

"I don't want to impose," said Joey.

"Not at all, we would love to have you come with us," said Wendell, "my
treat."

"Thanks!" said Joey.

Joey followed Gilbert back up to his room so they could finish getting
dressed. Joey was still wearing the oversized clothes his boss had given
him when his disintegrated. He put on the tight loafers that Gilbert had
lent him.

Gilbert put on a pair of khaki pants and a polo shirt along with his new
loafers he had just bought. Joey noticed that Gilbert liked to match his
outfit completely. His bright orange socks matched his orange shirt, and
his blue briefs with orange trim matched the shirt and socks. Now dressed,
the boys went back downstairs where Wendell was waiting. He drove them to a
nice restaurant only a few miles away.

The group was seated at a plush booth in the shape of a 'U' with Wendell
and Gilbert at either end and Joey in the middle. As soon as they sat down,
Joey took his shoes off to get comfortable. It took him some effort since
the shoes were tight, but he used his toes to pry the tight shoes off his
feet. He didn't realize that when he did that, the loafers went skidding
across the floor.

Shortly after the waiter brought drinks, Joey felt tugging on his pants. He
looked down to see Gilbert pulling on his baggy pants. He looked at
Gilbert, but he was looking at his father as if nothing was happening. Joey
lifted his hips slightly, allowing Gil to pull his pants down to his
ankles. Joey lifted up his feet, and Gil pulled the pants all the way
off. Gil kicked the pants away, unaware that he had kicked them farther
than he thought.

Again Joey felt movement in his lap and looked down. He saw that Gil had
slipped his foot out of his loafer and had his socked foot in his lap. Joey
tried not to squirm in his seat as Gil began running his foot up and down
Joey's growing hard-on through his boxers shorts. The orange sock stood out
from the dark plaid of the boxers, and Joey was afraid Gil's dad would
notice.

Wendell decided that his son and his friend must think he is blind. There
was no way he could miss his son's socked foot rubbing up and down his
friend's erect cock. Wendell decided to relax and enjoy himself, so he
slipped his own shoes off.

Joey felt something new in his lap and looked down. He was surprised to
find another socked foot in his lap. It took a minute for Joey to realize
that Gilbert's dad was stroking his cock with his socked foot just like his
son. Joey looked at Wendell, and the man smiled and winked. Joey smiled
back and enjoyed the sensation of two socked feet working his boner. The
feeling was intense and soon Joey's rigid cock was leaking pre-cum.

When the waiter brought their entrees, both of the socked feet disappeared
from Joey's lap. But Joey got a different surprise from Wendell. His
friend's dad picked up the sharp knife that had come with his
steak. Wendell held the knife up to Joey's boxers and made a small cut in
the side of them. Joey gasped, now realizing what was happening. Wendell
slid the knife up the side of Joey's boxers, and the underwear tore away
easily. It took Wendell a bit of sawing when he got the knife to the
elastic waistband, but finally the knife went through and the boxers fell
away from Joey's body. Wendell grabbed the shredded boxers and pulled,
ripping them the rest of the way off of Joey. As he did this, Joey moaned
from the pleasure of having his underwear cut off of him in the restaurant.

Sitting almost naked from the waist down had Joey even more excited than
before, but he was also nervous that someone might see. He now had two
socked feet in his lap, both rubbing his hard cock. He couldn't even focus
on his food, only on the sensation in his lap. Just as the waiter came up
to check on them, Joey's body began to twitch and he let out a series of
grunts as he reached orgasm. His cum shot out in spurts, landing mostly on
the two socked feet in his lap. He sighed with pleasure at the feeling of
being half naked and cumming in the middle of the restaurant with the
waiter watching. Once he was spent, Joey looked around, afraid that someone
else might have seen what happened, but no one else seemed to be paying
attention.

After he came, Joey began to eat his food along with Wendell and
Gilbert. Occasionally Joey would feel one of them rubbing his foot with
their own socked feet. At the end of the meal, Wendell excused himself to
use the restroom. Joey began to search under the table for his clothes, but
found that neither his pants nor his shoes were there.

"Gilbert, do you know where my pants are?" asked Joey

"Sure, they are under the table," answered Gilbert. He looked under the
table and also discovered that the pants weren't there. "I guess I kicked
them farther away than I thought." Gilbert looked around on the floor near
them, but the pants were nowhere to be found. He didn't see the shoes
either.

"What am I going to do?" asked Joey. "I can't walk out of here naked."

Gilbert thought for a minute, then said, "maybe you could tie something
around your waist."

"I could tie my shirt around my waist," said Joey, unbuttoning the dress
shirt he had borrowed from his boss. He tied it around his waist, but
realized it would only cover him in the front, not in the back. "I guess
this is the best I can do."

Wendell returned to the table, and his son explained Joey's
predicament. "If we leave quickly," he said, "no one will notice."

The three stood up and started to walk out of the restaurant with Joey in
the middle. A number of the men in the restaurant noticed Joey, half naked
with a shirt tied around his waist and his naked rear end exposed, and
laughed. Once they reached the parking lot, Joey ran to the car. As he did,
the shirt came undone and fell to the ground. Joey kept running, leaving
the shirt behind him. He reached the car, now naked except for his socks,
and hid behind the car. A man passing by saw Joey crouched down and naked
and snickered. Finally Gilbert and his dad reached the car and unlocked the
door so Joey could jump in.

When they arrived home, Joey told Gilbert he would get his pajamas the next
day as he wanted to get home. He told him he would take Gilbert up on his
offer to spend the night another time. Joey ran to his front door naked,
found the hidden spare key, and let himself in. He wondered how he would
explain to his boss how he lost the clothes Chris lent him.

Joey woke up the next morning and remembered he had the day off from
work. He was happy until he realized that he was behind in his
studies. School would be starting up again soon, and he was supposed to
have gotten some research and reading done over the summer. Being a
procrastinator, Joey naturally had not even started the work and was now
way behind. He decided his day would be best spent at the
library. Fortunately the community college was a short walk from his house,
so Joey decided to try going to the library there.

After showering Joey put on an old pair of silky thin white basketball
shorts with a red t-shirt, white ankle socks and his sneaks. He wore red,
white and blue underwear beneath the shorts. The shorts were so old they
had become almost transparent, and Joey didn't realize that his underwear
showed right through. He grabbed his book bag and headed out the door.

Walking to the library Joey passed a couple of teen-aged boys about his own
age. He heard one of them say something to the other and laugh, then the
other boy called out, "Hey faggot, your panties are showing." Joey's face
turned as red as his shirt and he hurried his pace. Maybe the underwear was
a bad choice after all.

Once he got to the library, Joey found the books he needed and sat down at
a study carrel. The carrels had partitions between the desks so that you
could only see the feet of the person sitting on the other side. Joey
noticed that the guy sitting opposite him had taken off his sneakers. Joey
copied him, kicking off his sneakers and pushing them aside.

When Joey realized he had forgotten to get one of the books he needed, he
got back up to search the stacks. He didn't bother to put his sneakers back
on, but instead walked around the library in his socks. When Joey returned
to his carrel, he got a glimpse of the guy sitting opposite him. He
appeared to be a few years older than Joey and was very cute. Joey sat back
down, and as he did he heard a slight ripping sound. He realized that the
side seam of the shorts was ripping open, and his briefs were showing
through the small hole. Apparently the shorts were so old the stitching was
coming undone.  In his concern for his ripping shorts, Joey did not even
notice that his sneakers were gone.

Joey tried to concentrate on his reading, but realized something was
bumping his feet. He realized the guy across from him was bumping Joey's
feet with his own. Joey didn't know if this was accidental or on purpose
until he realized that the guy was rubbing his socked feet against
Joey's. This got Joey so turned on he became hard almost instantly.

Joey got up again and returned to the stacks to look for another book. As
he passed the student sitting across from him, the guy smiled at him and
noticed Joey's boner tenting his shorts. Joey walked into the stacks and
began looking around. After a couple of minutes he became aware of the
student he had been flirting with coming up behind him. Immediately the
man's hands were caressing Joey's back and rear end. Then his hands found
the hole in Joey's shorts where the seam was coming open.

Joey heard a ripping noise and felt the fabric of his shorts tearing
away. The man had grabbed onto the torn part of the shorts and pulled,
ripping half of the shorts away in one move. The man continued to tear at
Joey's shorts, ripping them piece by piece. Within minutes the shreds of
the basketball shorts were on the floor, and Joey was standing in just his
t-shirt, underwear and socks.

The man managed to drop his jeans and was humping his rear end through
their underwear. His hands continued to explore Joey's body. The hands came
in contact with Joey's briefs and yanked them down. Joey stepped out of his
underwear and was now half naked. At the same time the man pulled his own
briefs down.

The man easily slipped his cock inside of Joey and started to fuck him. At
the same time he reached around to jack Joey's boner. Joey was bent over
and had to hold onto the stacks for support. He was excited that he was
doing this in the library, but also afraid that they would be
caught. Little did he know that another college student had wandered upon
the scene and was now hiding on the other side of the stacks watching them.

The sensation of the man inside of him and jacking his cock at the same
time had Joey in ecstasy. He began to moan as he felt a stirring in his
groin. Suddenly the man pulled out and began to shoot cum onto Joey's
back. Joey's body shuddered and he let out a groan as his cum began gushing
out of his cock and shooting all over the library floor.

As soon as he had cum, the man quickly pulled his underwear and pants back
up and left. Joey pulled his colorful briefs back on and looked at his
shredded shorts. There was no way he could wear those home. He walked back
to his study carrel to find that the man who had just fucked him had packed
up his belongings and gone. Joey decided he had had enough of studying,
even though he hadn't accomplished much, and packed up his own
belongings. Joey searched under the desk, but his sneakers were nowhere to
be found. Joey wondered if the man had taken them when he wasn't looking.

Joey had to sneak out of the library wearing just his t-shirt, briefs and
socks. He used his book bag to cover himself, hoping people would think he
had shorts on underneath. A couple of fraternity boys saw him and
laughed. Joey ran out of the library and tried to find the way back home
with the least amount of traffic. Joey snuck home, using his book bag to
hide his predicament whenever a car drove past.

A delivery truck pulled over and Joey realized that Bob was driving. "Hey,
Joey," said Bob, "do you need a ride home?"

"I sure do," said Joey, jumping into the passenger seat of the
truck. "Thanks a lot, I really appreciate it."

"No problem," said Bob, "what happened to your clothes?"

"It's a long story," answered Joey.

Bob laughed, "Enough said. Here, want a bottled water? I have an extra
one."

"Thanks," said Joey, taking the water and downing it quickly.

"Mind if we drive around a bit before I take you home?" asked Bob. "I have
a lot of deliveries to make."

"No problem," said Joey.

Bob made several deliveries, then pulled into the driveway of a large
home. Bob walked to the front door and rang the bell, but no one was
home. He walked back to the truck and said to Joey, "I am going to leave
their package on the front porch. Would you mind helping me carry it? It's
pretty big."

"Sure," said Joey, hopping out of the truck. He followed Bob to the back of
the truck. He got inside the back and helped Bob pick up the package. It
wasn't very heavy, just large and awkward. The two of them carried it to
the front porch, and Joey was afraid someone would see him in just his
underwear and socks. Sure enough, a couple of cars drove by as they were
walking to the front porch, and certainly the men driving saw Joey in his
underwear.

Once they were done and back in the truck, Bob offered to buy Joey a soda
and pulled into the parking lot of a nearby fast food place.

"I can't go in like this," said Joey. "Everyone will see me in my
underwear."

"Don't worry," said Bob, "no one will notice. I will get the sodas and you
can go sit down in a corner. Nobody will pay any attention."

Joey hesitantly agreed and got out of the truck. He followed Bob into the
restaurant, then quickly ran to a booth in the corner. Bob soon joined him
with two sodas, and the pair chatted while they drank. Bob unlaced his
boots and kicked them off. The next thing Joey knew, Bob's foot was in his
crotch. The strong, muscular foot began to massage Joey's cock which was
growing increasingly hard. "So tell me how you lost your clothes," said
Bob.

"O.K.," said Joey, launching into the story of what happened at the
library. As he told Bob the story, he could feel the massaging of his
hard-on speeding up. As Joey reached the climax of the story, he realized
he was again reaching the point of no return. He moaned as his jizz shot
out, filling his briefs, while Bob continued to work his foot against
Joey's shooting cock. Joey's whole body shuddered as he came, and he
finally had to grab Bob's socked foot to make him stop when the feeling
became too intense.

"Wow," said Joey, catching his breath, "that felt great." Then a few
minutes later a different sensation came over. "Uh oh," he said, "all of a
sudden I have to pee real bad." He started to get out of the booth, but Bob
put his leg up to prevent him from leaving. "I really I have to go," said
Joey, "I can't hold it any longer."

"So go ahead and pee," said Bob, grinning at him.

"But I can't ... not here ... uh oh," said Joey, realizing he couldn't hold
it in any longer. The piss started to flow, immediately soaking his
underwear. Once the briefs were soaked, the pee ran onto the seat and then
down onto the floor. Both Joey's and Bob's socks became soaked with
urine. Joey hoped no one saw what was happening, but at the same time he
felt immense relief as he peed. Joey sighed once his bladder was empty.

"Better now?" asked Bob, smiling. He put his socked feet, now wet from the
pee, back into his boots and laced them up. "Let's go," he said, heading
out of the restaurant.

Joey followed in his soaking wet briefs, his half-hard cock apparent
through the wet material. His wet socks left footprints on the floor behind
him as he walked out.

"I guess we'd better get you home," said Bob.

eHHhhhh