Back to Lucas’ house for an emergency.

The wheels of her cute, older car rumbled underneath us as Jane drove towards the primary men’s shelter in my area. The bumps in the road weren’t helping my penis stay calm, and neither was the way Garland glanced down at me every couple minutes— it felt like I had a never ending half-boner threatening to make my situation here more embarrassing than it was scary.

“You ready Lucas?” The giant woman asked as we pulled to an intersection to downtown. “You should have at least a week’s supplies in your bag.”

“W-well, I kinda forgot to bring extra clothes…”

Her eyes shot wide suddenly, and she very seriously asked me how much I’d prepared to leave home. I could feel her breath on every inch of my exposed skin. Swallowing the lump in my throat, I told Jane, “I, didn’t really think about whether I could leave mom before I called you— like, I’ve tried running away before, but not like this! I didn’t know where we’d go if I called you.”

“Okay, shit, this puts a wrinkle in things.” Garland said as she parked the car against the sidewalk. Her hands were rubbing her temples in thought, and she asked me, “When does Christine usually get off work, should she be home now?”

Far be it from a proper, demure boy to ogle, but the sight of the Detective’s breasts and muscles straining her button-down shirt made me pause in a daydream while the question of schedules processed in my head. When my tight mini skirt threatened to expose my arousal to this professional woman, I booted my mouth up, “Oh, um, ah… yeah, momma’s probably trying to pick me up from school right now. She usually grabs me from one of the after school clubs she won’t let me join.”

“We can work with that…” Jane said as she ripped a u-turn, “Let’s swing by your house to grab proper clothing before she gets back.”

I breathed a deep sigh of relief as she drove back to the suburbs where mom had me trapped; not only because I needed more wardrobe to last in a shelter, but more importantly, because I left all my old video games at home! There’s no fucking way I could live for weeks without my farming sims, platformers, or JRPGs nearby!

But… I wasn’t about to tell this big, serious detective that I needed to grab my DS system. Boys were supposed to cook, clean, and please, so I’d feel awkward mentioning such a non-productive hobby. And we were at my house (without mother’s car in sight) already anyway, so it was time for me to dash in and grab my stuff— no questions asked.

My stupid boy parts wanted to make things difficult, however, because the erection I was sporting in my skirt had split the skimpy garment like a cheap pair of tights.

I shrieked out loud, and you could probably imagine my embarrassment as the scruffy detective got a good look at my buttcheeks in my flowery, childish panties. My face turned bright red, knowing that my dumb boy hormones had just humiliated me by straining the panty-fabric against my package in broad suburban daylight.

I rushed through my front door before Garland could say a word, and also one second before my tumescent boy parts ripped the waistband of these panties apart. My ill-fitting underwear fell to my ankles as a blush crept down to my flat chest, and I covered my butt-naked bottom half as I dashed upstairs for the clothing, hygiene products, and Ninten-ko games I needed to grab.