Nearby McDonalds

"H-how about that McDonalds right by the school?" You made your decision because that would be the shortest distance you'd have to walk naked in public. Plus, the place was usually packed in lunch hour but not after school— at least you were hoping.

"Excellent choice!" Silver says excitedly. She motions to the rest of the team resting at the benches. "Ok girls! Sam has graciously decided where he will take us out for lunch!"

The girls whoop and run towards where you and Silver's group are standing. Chris approaches as well and tries to stand right next to you, but she's overrun by the more enthusiastic crowd.

"Alright Sam, lead the way." She pats your butt and shoos you forward. Unable to resist (because the girls have your clothes hostage), you do as she says and begins to walk towards the McDonalds as the gaggle of girls follow you.

It's a five-minute walk with quips about your "cute butt" and "mysterious dick" all along the way. That doesn't bother you as much as the worry as how much noise they were making. For the quiet neighborhood street, you were passing through, the girls' softball team was loud as hell. Anyone who peeks out their windows to find what the ruckus is about would see you walking on the sidewalk in your birthday suit.

You're too preoccupied about being seen naked outside that you don't realize that you've arrived at the restaurant. You made the trip so many times during high school that you're still not paying any attention to your surroundings until you open the glass doors of the restaurant and step in. Once you lift your eyes, you freeze, stunned at the sight before you.

"Hi Sam!"

Despite your hopes, the restaurant is already packed_ full of more girls from your school, all of them with wide grins on their faces and waving at your direction. You turn and glare at Silver who comes in the door just behind you. You just know she had something to do with this.

"Oh right, I thought that you might be a bit lonely, so I called a few friends who really wanted to see you." She giggles. "A few?" you say, exasperated. "Actually, the entire swim team just happened to be eating here so I didn't have to do anything except to stay a little longer if they wanted to see a special treat."

The rest of the softball team files into the restaurant which shoves you reluctantly closer to the seated spectators. "Sit here Sam!" All of them say, shifting in their seats to make room. Before you can pick and choose, the stream of girls behind you forces you to keep moving deeper into the restaurant. In an instant, you are surrounded completely by the girls, their eyes completely locked on your clasped hands or your exposed rear.

"Sam, don't be shy! Show us what you've got!" And other similar comments fill the room until you can't even make out what anyone is saying. After about a minute of being center stage, your audience begins to get bolder. Girls begin to tug at your only cover, making it even more difficult to adjust your hands over your hard dick. Those behind you begin to pinch you and slap your buttcheeks.

You scan the room for help. Many of the girls you know from having classes with them but they show you no sympathy, clearly enjoying themselves. The softball team has completely dispersed and are off chatting with everybody. You look to the counter but even the female workers there seem to be enjoying the show. You finally lock eyes with Chris, the only girl who isn't grinning ear to ear, but she is standing behind the wall of horny girls, unable to do anything to help you out. She is saying something to you but you can't make it out because the rest of the room is being so damn noisy.

Out of the racket, you suddenly hear one voice louder than the rest. "Sam! Sam!"

You groan and look towards whoever is calling your name.