Date: Sun, 1 Jan 2006 07:46:13 -0800 (PST) From: James Daniels 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.