My shorts tear open. So, no.

Each careful step I take through the crowded convention floor rubs my crotch the wrong way—and draws the attention of every nerd girl nearby—but despite my microscopic shorts being filled to burst with cock, my whole group exits the main halls without too much groping. We break the huddle that kept us unmolested the moment we enter the entrance area's clearing; getting more than a little hot and bothered from the excessive skin-contact.

"Okay, we're almost in the clear… say, Ming Zhao, do you know why those people are blocking the exit?"

"Or why they're so hot?"

"No, but I like the way they're touching each other."

A cosplay meetup compromised of only scantily-clad characters— including a Woman wearing the same costume I wore at the beginning of this horrible day. As I'm treated to that glorious cornucopia of half-naked men and women, the unthinkable happens: I get an erection. An enormous one. My hardening manhood strains my overtaxed shorts until their fly bursts wide open, and just like that I'm exposed once again— my stupid dick throbbing for anyone to see.

The snapped button hits one of those cosplayer ladies in the nape, whereupon she turns around and glares straight at me and my blushing companions. At first she seems angry, then she looks really turned-on— a lick of her lips signaling lust loud and clear.

"Hello nurse~!"

Her eyes drink in the titillating vista of my privates made public, and I start stuttering; my face burgundy when all her friends join in on the ogling. I throw down both hands in a **** bid for modesty, but can't quite obscure my massive hard-on from my new audience; prompting wild laughter from the audience as they draw their phones.

"Whoa! That's a nice dick!"

"Aww, why you blushing sugar? You've got nothing to be ashamed of!"

"Ooh, let me take a picture of it… or twelve!"

"Woof."

"Hey, Baby— do you mind if I taste-test ya'?"

I freeze up, too embarrassed to process the crowd's cajoles, and prepare to suffer as my member twitches for the cameras. But when I hear a shutter click, I get my head out of my ass and remember my half-naked friends' predicaments. Ming Zhao's tits are sticking out so if she were to cover them her pussy would be exposed, Zelda is clad in only her lingerie, and poor Natalie is… oh yeah, she's fully clothed. Without thinking, I throw myself between my companions and the wall of slavering photographers; unwillingly making my abs, vermillion face, and rock-hard sex their sole target.

While I tremble at the knees in embarrassment, Natalie dives in to 'save' me; wrapping her hand around my third leg to hide it from sight, but, at her helping hand's touch, I emit a sound so sexual it would shame my family three generations back. I'm mortified by the sound that came from the depths of my soul, but Natalie apparently loves it; as she wheezes her appreciation of my predicament, her bandeau snaps like cold taffy and her gargantuan knockers bounce free— becoming the new centerpiece to our **** centerfold. The sexy strongwoman shrieks, tinting crimson but remaining steady as my shield.

I feel grateful for her selfless actions, but also ashamed by my own inaction. So I gather all my courage and do something for her, saving Natalie from further embarrassment by putting myself back in the line of fire; lifting her bridal-style—even though it re-exposes my throbbing love rod to the photographic firing squad—and carrying the bashful Amazonian out of the convention center, our destination being the parking garage.

I'm sprinting away from the cacophony of camera shutters and catcalls while Natalie showers me with affectionate kisses; far behind us, I can hear Zelda shouting, "Slow down! Slow the Hell down, Moby Dick!!"

But I don't slow down, not letting up my frantic pace until Natalie and I are sheltered in the concrete tomb where we'd parked; Ming Zhao catches up a scant moment after us, her athletics—like her beauty—never failing to impress. Easily the worst endurance runner of the group is Zelda, her breath MIA by the time she reaches the garage. It's not the only thing of hers missing.

"Let's, *huff* never, do that, again."

"Umm… Zelda?" I ask, avoiding looking in her direction, Natalie still cradled in my arms.

"*Huff* yeah?"

"What happened to your panties?"

"Fuck."