Date: Wed, 18 Jan 2006 14:03:46 -0800 (PST)
From: James Daniels <losemypants@yahoo.com>
Subject: embarrassed 7

Embarrassed - 7

by James Daniels

losemypants@yahoo.com

Gilbert and Joey started to walk upstairs to Gil's room, but halfway up
Joey stopped and said, "Um, is it O.K. if I get something from the
'fridge?"

"Sure, help yourself," said Gil. "I am heading upstairs to put some clothes
on before dad yells at me again."

Joey went back downstairs, but rather than head for the kitchen, he stood
outside the door to the dining room listening in. He could hear from the
conversation that Bill was the name of Gil's dad's business colleague. He
heard the two men walk out to the kitchen to get coffee, and Joey quickly
ran into the dining room and ducked under the table. The tablecloth that
was on it helped to keep him hidden.

As soon as the men sat back down at the table, Gil grabbed a hold of Bill's
ankle. At first Bill jumped, obviously surprised. When he looked under the
table and saw Joey smiling up at him, he smiled back and stretched his legs
out.

"Anything wrong?" asked Wendell, Gilbert's dad.

"No," replied Bill, "just getting comfortable."

Joey slowly pulled one of Bill's loafers off and began to massage his
socked foot. Then he slid the other loafer off, feeling the smooth nylon
sock on that foot. After a few minutes of rubbing Bill's socked feet, Joey
reached up to his lap. He could feel Bill's erection through his suit pants
and began caressing it. As he did, he became aware that Bill's foot had
come into contact with his owner boner and was now rubbing it through his
shorts. Joey quickly pulled his shorts down so Bill was rubbing his socked
foot against his underwear.

Joey slowly unzipped Bill's trousers, quietly so that Wendell would not
hear. Joey reached inside and felt Bill's silk boxers. Joey had never worn
silk boxers before, but figured if he felt that material against his dick
all day, he would be constantly boned up. Joey stroked Bill's hard-on
through the silk material for a few minutes before pulling Bill's dick out
of his pants. Joey leaned forward and closed his mouth around Bill's
boner. He began slowly moving his mouth up and down the shaft while
twirling his tongue around the head of his penis.

Bill's rubbing of Joey's boner with his socked feet was speeding up, so
Joey pulled down his shorts. Now he felt the silky nylon socks rubbing
directly against his penis. He could feel himself leaking pre-cum and knew
Bill's socks must be getting wet. Joey increased the speed at which he was
working his mouth up and down Bill's dick. Joey felt an intense rush and
suddenly began shooting his cum all over Bill's socks. He pulled his mouth
off of Bill's cock just as the man shot. Bill's cum spilled all over his
boxers and pants, with some landing on Joey's face.

Wendell got up to get some files from his office, and when he did Joey took
his chance to escape. He pulled up his shorts and ran out of the dining
room, giving Bill a smile as he left. Bill quickly zipped his pants back up
and hoped his suit coat would hide the cum stains. He slid his socked feet,
now wet with Joey's jizz, back into his dress shoes.

Joey ran back upstairs to Gil's room. "What took you so long?" asked Gil.

"Oh, just looking around," said Joey. He noticed Gil had put on
pajamas. The pjs were thin, so Joey knew that Gil had taken his underwear
off, although he still had on his socks.

"Are you going to spend the night?" asked Gilbert. "Do you want to borrow
some pajamas? Or a robe?"

"Sure, I can spend the night," said Joey. "I will just wear a robe if that
is O.K."

Gil handed Joey a robe, and Joey took off his shoes, shirt and shorts. He
pulled the robe on over his underwear and also left his socks on.

The boys walked back downstairs and headed for the den where they planned
to watch movies on T.V. After watching a horror movie for about a half an
hour, Joey got up to get a drink from the kitchen. He opened the
refrigerator and stood looking inside. Just then Bill walked into the
kitchen and stood behind Joey. "I thought I would get myself a beer," said
Bill.

"Do you want me to move?" asked Joey.

"No, I can reach around you," said Bill. He reached his arms around Joey,
but instead of getting a beer, he slid his hands down Joey's chest. He
reached the tie around Joey's waist and undid it, letting Joey's robe fall
open. Bill began to rub Joey's hardening dick through his briefs, then
hooked his thumbs on the waistband and pulled the underwear down. The
underpants fell to the floor, where Joey kicked them off and away
underneath the kitchen table.

Still standing behind Joey, Bill was now jacking the boy's cock. When they
heard Gilbert coming toward the kitchen, Bill quickly grabbed a beer and
Joey closed the robe and tried to hide his boner. Bill left the kitchen as
Joey grabbed sodas for Gil and himself. The boys went back to their horror
movie on T.V.

Gilbert had managed to find a movie with lots of young male stars, many of
them shirtless in some of the scenes. After some time, both Joey and Gil
popped boners. Joey could hide his with the robe, but he noticed Gil
squirming trying to hide his erection through the thin pajamas. At one
point Gil's boner poked out of the fly of his pajama pants, and he quickly
tried to stuff it back in.

"You don't have to hide it from me," said Joey. "In fact, if you want to
take care of it, I don't mind."

"Are you sure?" asked Gilbert.

"Sure, in fact, I wouldn't mind taking care of mine too."

"O.K., sure," said Gil, although he waited for Joey to make the first move.

Joey opened up his robe and his boner sprang free. He began to slowly
stroke up and down the shaft. Gil pulled his dick back out of the pjs and
also began to stroke. Both boys quietly jacked off as they watched the
movie. Joey became aware of footsteps behind them and knew that Bill was
watching. Taking this as a cue, he reached over and took a hold of Gil's
penis. Gil let out a gasp as he felt Joey take his boner in his hand. Now
encouraged, Gilbert reached over and took Joey's erection in his hand. With
Bill watching and stroking through his pants, the boys jacked each other's
cocks.

As Joey felt himself ready to cum, he began to moan softly. Gil's hand
began stroking Joey's cock faster, and Joey began to moan more loudly. Then
Joey let out a loud grunt as his cum began to spew all over himself. That
was enough to make Gil cum, and although he was quiet, his face turned red
and his body twitched as he had an orgasm. Behind them Bill quietly filled
his silk boxers with another load of cum.

The next morning Joey slipped quietly away while Gilbert slept and headed
home to shower and get dressed. He put on a pair of white briefs with some
thin silky nylon track pants, a t-shirt, white socks and sneakers. Once he
was dressed he headed for the kitchen when his father intercepted him. "I'm
glad you remembered," said Joseph, Sr., Joey's dad.

Remembered what? Joey wasn't sure he knew what his dad was talking
about. Then he looked down and saw that his father had packed a suitcase
and a small travel bag. Now Joey remembered! "No problem, dad," he said, "I
wouldn't forget that you needed a ride to the airport."

"Thanks, son, can you get my suitcase for me?" Joey and his dad headed out
to Joseph's car with his luggage. At the airport he parked his dad's car in
the short-term parking lot and walked his father inside. He told his dad
that he would walk him to his gate. Joey didn't mind, and he always enjoyed
watching men have to take their shoes off and get searched at the security
gate.

Joey escorted his father to the gate and watched him board the
airplane. After that he headed back for his car, hopping onto a moving
sidewalk to speed up the walk. Joey wasn't paying much attention and had
not realized that his thin track pants had become caught in the mechanism
of the moving sidewalk. As he moved forward his pants were becoming more
and more entangled in the gears. Suddenly Joey felt a tugging on his pants
as they were pulled down. He looked down and realized that his pants were
caught. He tried pulling them out, but they were stuck.

As Joey's pants continued to grind away, caught on the mechanisms of the
moving sidewalk, the track pants were pulled down farther and farther. Joey
kept pulling at them, but that was only ripping them. Now people around him
were noticing the boy with his underpants showing trying to pull his pants
out of the machinery. By the time he was at the end of the sidewalk, his
pants had pulled all the way down to his ankles, exposing all of his white
briefs. He finally realized he would not get his pants out of the gears, so
Joey decided he better pull his legs out of them. When he did, his sneakers
came off with the pants. Joey stood at the end of the sidewalk wearing just
his underwear, white socks, and a t-shirt. A couple of men stopped to try
to help him, but at the same time they were snickering at the boy in his
underpants. Joey pulled down on his t-shirt, trying to cover his underwear,
but the shirt was too short. All the suited men on their way to and from
business meetings had a good laugh at Joey standing in the middle of the
airport in his underwear.

Eventually a man in a uniform who worked for the airport security division
came to assist Joey. He got the moving sidewalk stopped so that they could
get Joey's clothes out, but of course the pants were completely ripped and
not wearable. One of Joey's sneakers had also gotten ground up in the
machinery, so Joey couldn't wear that either. He ended up tossing
everything into the trash. The security guard, who introduced himself as
Kyle, walked Joey to the security office with men snickering at Joey's
predicament the entire way.

Once inside the office, Kyle said, "Have a seat and I will try to find you
some clothes. Sometimes people leave things here." He began to look in some
drawers, pulling out clothes from a lost-and-found. While he searched, Joey
had a chance to get a good look at Kyle. He was probably in his
mid-twenties, Joey guessed, and looked pretty hot in his tight polyester
uniform. Finally Kyle pulled out some sweatpants and said, "Here, you could
wear these."

Joey stood up and walked over to where Kyle was standing. "Gee, it sure was
embarrassing to have everybody see me in my tightie whities," said
Joey. "All those guys looking at me in my underwear like that."

Kyle looked down and noticed Joey's boner tenting the front of his
briefs. "I bet it was, having lots of eyes on you when you're just in your
undies," said Kyle.

"Thanks," said Joey, taking the sweatpants. As he did, his hand brushed
against the front of Kyle's uniform pants, and Joey was sure he felt a
stirring inside. Joey watched as Kyle's dick grew, creating a bulge in the
tight trousers.

"You know, wearing this uniform can be embarrassing sometimes," said
Kyle. "The pants are so tight, if I get a boner, everybody sees it. Look,"
said Kyle, pointing to his now fully-erect penis bulging at the front of
the polyester pants.

"So what do you do when that happens?" asked Joey, now rubbing his hand
back and forth against Kyle's hard-on.

"I usually try to take care of it somehow," said Kyle.

"How do you do that?" asked Joey as he continued to stroke.

"I jack off all the time," said Kyle, "sometimes three times a day. I even
do it here at work."

"Really?" asked Joey, who was now stroking both Kyle and himself through
his underwear. He was getting turned on hearing Kyle talk about
masturbating. "Tell me about it."

"I sit at that desk there," said Kyle, pointing, "and watch the security
monitors. While I watched I jack myself off under the desk." Just then they
heard a key in the lock as someone was coming in. "Quick, hide under that
desk," said Kyle. After Joey was hidden under the oversized desk, Kyle sat
down and pretended to watch the monitors.

Kyle's supervisor, Jerry, who was only a few years older, walked into the
security office and sat down at a small desk. "Hi, Kyle, how's it going?"

"Not bad," answered Kyle, "pretty slow today."

"I heard some dumb kid lost his pants on the moving sidewalk," said Jerry,
laughing.

"Yeah, I helped him out," said Kyle. Suddenly he panicked. He could feel
the boy's hands untying his shoes. Once the laces were undone, the boy
tried to pull his shoes off. Kyle couldn't be out of his uniform in front
of his supervisor. He clenched his feet, trying to hold onto his shoes. But
the boy pulled so hard the shoes finally came off his feet. It felt good
when the air hit his hot feet in the black nylon socks, but if his boss
found him with his shoes off, he would be in trouble. He felt around with
his socked feet looking for his shoes, but he couldn't find them anywhere.

The next thing Kyle felt was the boy's hands at his crotch. Kyle pulled
back, trying to keep the boy's hands off his pants, but he couldn't pull
back too far for fear of his boss seeing. He put his hands in his lap and
tried to push Joey's hands away, but he managed to finally get the pants
unzipped. He felt the boy digging around in his crotch and pull his hard
cock out of his uniform trousers. Although Kyle tried to stop Joey, the boy
stroking his cock did feel good. Finally Kyle relented and let Joey jack
him off. He couldn't see under the desk and didn't know that Joey had his
underwear off and was masturbating himself.

As Kyle felt himself nearing orgasm, he began to squirm around in his
seat. He occasionally let out a small grunt which he tried to mask by
clearing his throat.

"Are you O.K.?" asked Jerry. He figured that Kyle was jacking off like he
usually did, but Jerry couldn't figure out how he was doing it with both
his hands on top of the desk.

"Uh, yeah, I'm fine," said Kyle. Just then he felt himself start to
shoot. He also felt something wet land on his socks, but he didn't know
what that was. After he had shot his load, Kyle felt the boy stuff his
quickly shrinking cock back in his pants and zip up.

"I think I'll get some coffee," said Jerry, getting up and walking into a
back room.

Kyle whispered under the desk, "Quick, now is your chance to get out of
here." Joey scrambled out from under the desk, now naked from the waist
down. Kyle tossed the sweatpants to Joey, who quickly pulled them on. Kyle
walked Joey to the door, let him out, and locked the door behind him.

Jerry came back into the office with his coffee cup and said, "Kyle, I told
you before, you can't take your shoes off in here."

"Sorry, Jerry," said Kyle.

"And what's that on your socks?" asked Jerry.

Kyle looked down and saw jizz all over his black nylon socks. The boy must
have cum all over his feet. "Uh, I guess I spilled something, sorry," said
Kyle, quickly sitting back down and putting his shoes back on.

Jerry snickered to himself, wondering how Kyle had managed to cum all over
his socks. Neither of the men noticed the pair of underwear on the floor
beneath the desk.

Joey headed out to the parking lot, his semi-erect penis bouncing around in
the loose sweatpants, hoping he would see Kyle again.

Later that afternoon Joey answered the phone to find Gilbert on the other
end. "Hey, Joey," said Gilbert, "my dad is taking me to a fancy restaurant
for dinner and wondered if you wanted to go with us. It's kind of an 'end
of summer' thing since school is starting soon."

"Sure," said Joey, "sounds great."

"Great, we are leaving at seven o'clock. Oh, and wear something dressy,
it's a nice place."

When Joey arrived at Gil's house, he was wearing a linen suit that was
off-white. The material was so thin, Joey's black bikini briefs were just
visible through the pants. Joey also wore a tight polo shirt and black
dress socks with a pair of slip-on dress shoes.

Wendell drove his son and Joey to the restaurant, and once they arrived
they were seated in a quiet booth in the corner. Joey sat between Gilbert
and Wendell.

The first thing Wendell did was order a bottle of wine. He didn't say a
word when the waiter brought three glasses and poured a glass of wine for
all three, even though Joey and Gilbert were below the legal drinking
age. Wendell made a toast and all three drank. Joey, not used to drinking
alcohol, felt a rush to his head after only about half of the glass. By the
time his had finished the glass and the waiter poured him a second, his
head was buzzing.

As Gil and his father chatted about school coming up, Joey kicked back and
relaxed. He slipped his feet out of his shoes and pushed the shoes away. As
he moved his socked feet around, he brushed up against another pair of
socked feet. Joey assumed Gil had also taken off his shoes. Joey began to
rub his feet against the other pair under the table, and to his pleasure
felt Gil rubbing back. Already getting a hard-on, Joey felt a hand move to
his lap and begin to stroke his boner. Joey closed his eyes, enjoying the
sensation. Then he realized that Gil was sitting too far away from him. He
opened his eyes and discovered that the feet rubbing against his were
Wendell's, and the hand in his lap was Wendell's as well.

Joey continued to sip his wine, feeling more and more of a buzz, as he slid
down in his seat. With his eyes still closed, he enjoyed the feeling of
Wendell caressing his rock-hard penis as his socked feet continued to
massage Joey's. He was too drunk to try to hide the fact that he was
getting a hand job under the table.

Gilbert, now fully aware that his dad was jacking his friend off, decided
to have his own fun. He took off his shoes and stretched out his legs,
coming into contact with his dad's and his friend's socked feet. All three
were now playing footsie under the table. Gil, who had also had a little
too much too drink, undid his pants and, lifting his hips up off the seat,
pulled the trousers down. They slid all the way off, and he kicked them
aside with his shoes. He reached into his briefs and pulled out his
dick. As he watched his friend get a hand job from his dad, he openly
jacked himself off under the table. He didn't even stop when the waiter
came up to the table. The waiter looked down at Gil with his boner in his
hand, jacking himself off, and smiled. Gil smiled back and kept
masturbating.

Joey, too drunk to stop himself, began moaning loudly as he felt himself
nearing orgasm. "Ung, ung, ung, uuhhng," he groaned as he began to shoot
his load. His cum quickly soaked through his thin bikini briefs and through
the thin pants.

Watching his buddy cum in his pants was enough to make Gil cum, and he shot
his load all over the tablecloth. As soon as he had shot, he pulled his
underpants back up.

As soon as his load was spent, Joey fell asleep. Because of all the wine he
had drunk, he was semi-aware, even in his sleep, that he had to pee. In his
mind he was getting up from the table to go to the restroom, but in
actuality he never got up. As Joey dreamed that he was standing at the
urinal having a piss, he began to pee in his pants. He sighed with relief
as his bladder relaxed and the pee began to flow. The urine quickly soaked
through his underwear and spread to his pants. Soon the entire front of his
pants were wet, and the piss was running down his legs and onto the floor
of the restaurant. Both Gil and Wendell watched as Joey peed in his pants
at the table while he slept.

Wendell decided it was time to get the boys home, so he quickly paid the
check. He woke Joey and instructed both boys to follow him out of the
restaurant. Joey got up and walked behind Wendell. His soaked pants were so
thin, his skimpy black bikini briefs showed clearly through the trousers.
He had also forgotten to put on his shoes, so walked out in just his
socks. Meanwhile Gilbert was too drunk to look for either his pants or his
shoes, so he got up and followed his dad out of the restaurant wearing his
suit coat and shirt but with no pants or shoes. The entire restaurant saw
him in his white undies and black socks. Most of the men in the restaurant
had a good laugh at the drunk boys walking out of the restaurant.

After they arrived at the car and Wendell realized the state of the boys,
he knew they would be plenty embarrassed when they remembered this the next
day. He got both boys into the car and drove them home.