Just about

Waking with his alarm, K-T pulled back the covers and was greeted with his rock-hard erection. Determining he had some time before needing to head to the post office, he decided to masturbate to get rid of his boner. Gripping his shaft and using saliva as lube, he started to pump away.

Getting into it, he pictured Lily in the low-cut swimsuit she had been wearing yesterday. As he got closer to climaxing, he began to pump faster and faster, his leaking precum adding to the lubrication. Before long, he could feel the impending orgasm starting deep within his body, just then, his phone buzzed on the nightstand, forcing him out of his reverie and stopping him right on the edge.

Checking the screen, he saw a message from his mom reminding him that he needed to mail the passports that morning before the 9:00 am pickup at the post office. Looking at the time, he saw that it was already 8:15. Without any time to lose, K-T quickly got up and grabbed the only piece of clothing he had left, the skimpy robe from the bathroom. Pulling it on, he tried to position his erection in a way that wasn’t noticeable as he tied the belt. His dick was still sensitive from his recent edging, and touching it to adjust it sent a shockwave of pleasure through his body. Rushing downstairs, he plucked the passports and car keys off of the counter, slipped on his shoes and ran to the garage.

Sitting down in the car, the short robe rode up high enough to expose his balls. Trying to tug it down, there wasn’t enough material to completely cover him. Worried about missing the mail pick-up, he gave up on protecting his modesty, and started the car, heading to the post office at a fast clip. Pulling into the lot, he parked the car and got out. Looking down at himself, he saw that not only was his persistent boner causing an obscene protrusion in the robe, but his precum had left a wet mark on the fabric.

Trying unsuccessfully to adjust himself to be less noticeable, all he managed was to arouse himself even further with the touching, causing him to leak a little more. Resigned, he held his hands with the passports in front of his crotch to hide the spot and the bulge. Speed walking into the building, his motion caused the back of the robe to billow up slightly giving anyone in the vicinity a view of the bottom of his butt. Getting inside, he checked his phone and saw it was 8:40. Taking a padded envelope, he walked over to a table and started writing out the addresses on the front. Bending over as he worked, he was flashing his ass and his balls hanging between his legs to the employees at the counter. Finishing up, he slipped the passports inside and walked up to the counter, with it pressed to his front. Stepping up to the desk, he was greeted by Jennifer’s friend Lisa from the pool.

K-T blushed as he remembered their last encounter where he lost his swimsuit and she took a photo with him while he was unknowingly completely naked, he looked up at her as she stared back lecherously. “I know we don’t have a dress code here, but you took it very casual” she said with a smirk pointing his robe.

“Sorry, I had to rush here to get this mailed before the first pick-up” he replied sheepishly. “Well, you just made it” she replied, “You will need to seal the package before I can take it though” she said indicating the envelope. Looking down, he pulled off the tape strip, and folded over the flap closing it, keeping it pressed to his front to hide his boner. As he was making sure it was properly sealed, he noticed he had accidentally gotten his robe belt caught in the tape. Trying to pull it free, Lisa reached across the counter saying “I can take that now”, ripping the envelope out of his hands. As she pulled the package back across the counter, the belt became untied and slipped through the loops in the robe before coming completely out. Without anything holding it together, the robe fell open in the front, allowing K-T’s erection to flop forward onto the counter, leaving a wet spot. Gasping, K-T hurriedly tugged it back in while pulling his robe back closed, the contact with his sensitive head causing him to groan with pleasure.

Lisa, on the other hand, saw the belt dangling from the envelope in her hand and said “sorry, this can’t be mailed” before pulling it free of the tape and tossing it into the trash can at her feet. “Can I have that back?”, K-T desperately begged. “Sorry, I am not allowed to take anything out of the garbage and hand it across the counter, it could have someone’s personal information on it”, Lisa replied, shrugging. Trying to reason with her that it was a fabric belt, and not a piece of mail, K-T was unable to get her to budge and give him the belt back.

Finishing up the transaction, K-T couldn’t wait to get out of the post office and to somewhere more private. Signing the receipt, he accidentally dropped the pen. Acting impulsively, he let go of his robe as he squatted down to the ground to pick up the pen. Standing back up, his erection, no longer contained, rubbed against the front of the counter. With his masturbation session cut short, and the constant touching, this was all that was needed to push him over the edge. Moaning loud enough to get the attention of everyone in the post office, K-T started cumming. The ropes shooting straight up in the air and coming back down to land on his face and chest. Gripping the counter to keep himself from falling when his knees threatened to buckle, his robe stayed wide open leaving everything he offered on display.

Deep within his orgasmic bliss, he didn’t even notice Lisa pulling out her phone and taking a video to send to her friends. Finally coming down from his high, K-T suddenly realized where he was, and that his face and torso was now coated in jizz. Looking at Lisa, she had a giant smile on her face “Thank you for your business, enjoy the rest of your day. I would say that I hope to see more of you, but I’ve already seen everything”. Completely embarrassed, K-T was about to pull his robe closed, but he remembered this was his only clothing left, and he didn’t want to soil it with his cum, so he cupped his sticky, softening penis with his hands and ran back to the car with his robe flapping behind him like a cape as the rivulets of cum dripped down his body.

Getting into the car, he found some napkins in the glove box and cleaned himself up. Dumping the dirty napkins into the passenger footwell, he tried to pull his robe closed, but without the belt, it refused to stay together. Without any other option, K-T was **** to drive home with his entire front exposed. The low, sporty car offered no tinting, so at every stop light, the cars alongside him had a clear view down through the window of his penis resting on his lap, a few even having an opportunity to snap some pictures before the light turned green.

Pulling into the garage back at Mary’s house, he was happy to finally be back somewhere private. Since it was still early in the day, K-T thought about how he wanted to spend it.