Yep. You don't really have a choice

"Alright, if you have my back then I guess there's no problem..." You say, trying to sound sure of yourself. You walk to Chelsea's front door, the feel and sound of your bare feet reminding you of your near nudity. Reaching the door, the only thing left to do was take second to ready yourself and step outside. It was getting to be around dinner time, and though Chelsea lives on a quiet street the chance that someone could drive by and see you was high, not to mention any neighbors that could simply look out the window. You open the front door and step out onto the wooden porch, feeling the warm afternoon sun on your bare chest and legs. Looking around you don't see anyone on the street or hear any approaching vehicles, so you begin to walk towards your car in her driveway. The walk was short, only 15 or 20 feet, but you had to **** yourself not to sprint. You suppose that would look way more suspicious then someone confidently grabbing something from their car in their boxers.

Making it to your car, you open the back drivers side door and bend down to grab the beer off of the floor. It only would take a few seconds, but you feel the warmth of the sun on your backside, amplified by your dark boxers, as you lean into your car and the thought of any random neighbor looking outside and getting a good view shatters your faux confidence. It also has another, unexpected effect: your semi-erect cock has sprung into a full erection and you feel the head of your cock strain against the soft cotton of your underwear. With all thoughts of trying to appear nonchalant thrown to the wind you grab the 6 pack and spin around, slamming the car door.

As you turn to begin your short trek back to Chelsea's door you see the one thing you hoped you wouldn't: A woman jogging up the sidewalk towards you. She's keeping a good pace, wearing a black sports bra and boy shorts, and is no further than 15 feet away. How the hell did you miss her when you exited Chelsea's house? You make eye contact for a moment as the woman appears surprised by the nearly nude man standing in a suburban drive way, and you realize she must have gotten a full look at your ass while you were grabbing drinks from your car. maybe that's why her face is so red, and not the exercise. after the second of eye contact her eyes flick down, locking directly on your obviously hard cock and her gaze does nothing to soften your rod. Her eyes open wide, her mouth popping open at the brash display. You want to dash back to the door but its like your frozen in that moment, that awful embarrassing arousing moment. You look down to avoid any further eye contact and see the small dark spot forming where the head of your hard cock is pressing against your boxer shorts. Fuck, not only can she see you are fully erect outside, she can probably tell that you are so turned on that you are dripping precum into your underwear.

You stand there, legs frozen and cock throbbing to your heartbeat as the shocked jogger passes you by. as soon as she runs past you, you sprint for the door of the house as fast as your newly awakened legs with allow. It only takes a few strides to make it to the porch, and you feel your rigid cock strain and bounce with every step. You reach for the doorknob with your free hand and find, to your absolute horror, that the door locked behind you when you left. Forgetting any attempt not to draw attention from the neighbors you knock loudly on the door with one hand. You watch through the glass as Chelsea appears at the end of the hall, smiling and heading your way. Finally letting out a breath you didn't even know you were holding, you step back from the door so she can open it... but something feels off...

You look down to find that in your sprint to the door the button holding the slit in the front of your boxers has come undone, no, in fact it has disappeared completely, probably shooting off into the grass somewhere from the strain. Your cock stands at attention through the hole, fully exposed for anyone that looks, with a string of precum beginning to drip off the tip. With Chelsea almost at the door you reach down with your one free hand and try to stuff your dick back in, but without the button it springs back out almost immediately. The only thing you accomplish is getting your own fluids on your hand. The door begins to open so you do the only thing you can, hold the 6 pack of beer in front of your cock and hope she doesn't notice.