Daniel pulled on his cargo shorts watching Barb disappear through the trees at the back of the parking lot. The light overhead gave everything a yellow-orange tint.
He buttoned his shorts and grabbed the zipper pull. His still rock hard cock stuck straight out of his fly. He had to tuck his bone into the shorts and pull the zipper up taking care not to catch anything. His shorts tented out until he tucked his shaft behind the waistband which held it up and out of the way. He found his flip flops but no shirt, both t-shirt and his serving shirt were missing. He searched through his bag again but nothing. Daniel did not like people to see his body even though he had a fine looking physique, lean muscles, six pack abs.
He had no choice, he would be forced to walk home wearing only his cargo shorts which rode extremely low without underwear. His bush was completely exposed over the front of the shorts. Without a t-shirt to hide the top of the shorts his cock arrangement would not work as it poked far above the top of the shorts. Instead he had to angle his hard cock over to the right so that his cock-head was not visible.
Daniel quickly ran his hand over his chest and abs to check for any more wet cum spots. Everything had dried.
He started to walk out of the parking lot and onto the paved bike path which gave him a tree lined, relatively private, although brightly lit route home to his parents place. He felt embarrassed being forced to walk home like this, cum covered, commando. It felt strange to feel the air on his balls as he walked.
"What the fuck?" Daniel asked as he began to go over the night's events.
"Did all that shit happen or was it a fucking dream? That dumb fucking bitch," he thought to himself.
He hadn't made it fifty feet up the path when he heard, "Daniel?" someone was calling his name from a bench along the path.
Steve Lalonde was a long-time friend of his parents and a frequent guest for dinners and socials. He had seen Daniel grow up. Daniel long suspected that Mr. Lalonde was gay, never married and no date ever accompanied him to any of the get-togethers over the years.
"Fuck," Daniel thought, "What the fuck is he doing out at 3 AM just sitting on a bench along the motherfucking path? Maybe I can walk by and pretend not to notice."
"Hi Daniel!" Mr. Lalonde said recognizing him.
"Hi," Daniel said walking briskly.
"Can I talk to you for a minute?" Mr. Lalonde said as Daniel was about to pass.
Daniel had no choice, he would have to stop and talk to Mr. Lalonde. "Sure," he said and stopped under the streetlight. He faced Mr. Lalonde squarely as the older gentleman remained seated on the bench.
"Why is it so bright here?" Daniel thought to himself.
"I still need someone to do that painting around the place," Steve Lalonde said, his eyes roaming across the young man's chest, arms and abs. He paused when he saw Daniel's pubes over the front of his shorts.
"Oh right," Daniel said. Daniel could see Mr. Lalonde staring straight at his bush, he could feel his face flush.
"You are still planning to do it, right?" Mr. Lalonde asked, not hiding the fact that his eyes were drinking in Daniel's body while he was standing there.
"Definitely," Daniel said. Making another grand was worth putting up with Mr. Lalonde.
Daniel shifted uneasily crossing his arms across his chest to cover up. He lowered a hand to hide his bush but then changed his mind bringing his arm back up, this just drew more attention to his exposed pubic zone.
Daniel could finally feel his erection subsiding, he felt relieved, thinking this would make things easier. He was about to learn that a semi erect cock can be even harder to hide than a fully hard one. As his dick grew shorter it slipped from its moorings under the waist band and flopped forward against the front of his cargos in a sudden bulge right at Mr Lalonde's eye level. There was nothing he could do, he stood there dying to get away.
"Okay, great, I am still deciding on the paint it will be latex... uhhhh," Mr. Lalonde was shocked by the sudden bulge in the front of Daniel's shorts. He stared at the fabric as it strained forward, he could clearly see the young man's meat through the fabric, the lines, the head of his penis, everything. What was happening with this young man he had always known to be so modest? Whatever it was he liked it.
"Sounds good," Daniel said abruptly.
"Okay... we will talk soon," Mr. Lalonde said slowly as Daniel turned and began to walk away. He stared after the young man, enjoying the view of his muscular toned back almost as much as the front. "Wow those shorts are low, I can see the top of his ass crack, dang what a treat to finally see Daniel reveal some skin."
Daniel wished he could die he felt so embarrassed after talking to Mr. Lalonde. As he walked up the path he felt violated, exposed and somehow reduced, like part of himself had been striped away. He was nearing his street.
He walked up the driveway sandwiched between his parent's house and the Montgomery's next door.
The only thing that could have made this night worse would be if Mickey Mongomery, the eighteen year old neighbor kid saw him in this state.
Mickey's bedroom window faced Daniel's and was barely twenty feet away. Daniel had caught Mickey spying on him when he came into his room after showering. Daniel closed his curtains that second and has kept them pulled ever since. Daniel was so upset that the little pervert was trying to check him out that he went and spoke to Harry Montgomery, Mickey's dad, right after it happened. Mickey had to apologize to Daniel in front of Harry and June, his parents. It was so hilarious to see the kid almost bawling as he said sorry. "Looked so good on the little perv," Daniel thought at the time.
Mickey seeing him like this would be the ultimate embarrassment, luckily it was three am and everything was dark.
Daniel quickly unlocked the door and went into his parent's summer home.
Once inside he headed straight to the shower and washed off all dried cum and sweat. He put on fresh boxers and climbed into his bed. He laid there staring at the wall, in shock with what had just happened to him. He still couldn't believe what Barb had done. He cringed and shuddered thinking of Mr. Lalonde staring at his bush and seeing his semi hard cock tent his shorts. He really did feel like dying. Eventually he drifted off to sleep.
***
Daniel woke up in his dark bedroom his hand went where it always goes when he opens his eyes, straight to his crotch where he grabbed his rock hard bone around the base. This morning was different though, he was instantly reminded of what had happened the night before. Barb threatening to fire him and then forcing him to strip, cutting off his boxers, making him stroke his cock in front of her and then forcing him to cum even though he tried to fight it off. He immediately dropped his cock as the embarrassment he suffered in front of Mr. Lalonde replayed in his mind.
He reached over to the shelf beside his bed and grabbed his cell, eleven-o-eight am it read. He threw off the comforter and climbed out of bed. He was alone in the house his parents used to live in for months at a time. Now they were barely up here 3 weekends all summer. Daniel headed downstairs.
Several blocks away Barb Cook was staring at the screen on her tablet. According to Gtrax Daniel was still at home. She thought of the night before and how incredible it had turned out. She had planned to fire Daniel but made the split decision to make him her bitch instead. She was very happy with her decision so far and was still allowing the twenty year old a long leash.
Daniel was spreading peanut butter across a toasted slice of twelve grain when his phone chirped. He had a text.
"Good morning," the text read.
