This story all started because I woke up horny AF. I could have just stroked and been done with it but I had errands to run and saw it as a perfect opportunity to edge all day.

By that, I mean I got my trusty butt plug out of the drawer and into my ass. I love wearing the thing out in public. Not only does it feel amazing it is just as much the thought of it there and nobody else knowing. Unless they see the outline of my cock that is.

Well yesterday I decided to go with just workout type shorts and no underwear. The extra breeze and 'exposed' feeling made it even more intense. Off I go to run these errands. My cock was extra sensitive and I couldn't help but rub on it some while I was driving. In hindsight this wasn't the best idea. Note, this was multiple hours of errands, multiple stops, and multiple hours of getting more and more turned on.

I ended up at the mall and I didn't know it at the time but things were about to come to a climax. Literally. At this point I couldn't take much more and I could barely fight the urge to keep my hands off my dick in public. Every step with that plug moving around and hitting my prostate was too much. I still had to actually find some clothes though.

I ended up finding a couple shirts and went in the dressing room to try them on. I shouldn't have went into a private place. I saw it as an opportunity to just give myself a couple strokes. I couldn't help it. I swear it was no more than brushing against it a couple time's (through my shorts) and I realized what was happening. I was fucking cumming ALL OVER myself. In a panic I realized my drawstring was tied and I couldn't get my dick out to even shoot it anywhere but my pants. So here I am cumming rope after rope. I finally fished it out of my plant leg right as I was about done but it was too late. I looked down and realized that when light gray nylon shorts get cum on them, the wet spots turn really dark. FUCK!

There was no mistaking there was an issue down there. It was super noticeable and I was so fucked. There was nothing left for me but a walk of shame. I left the shirts in the dressing room and more or less tried to use my hands to cover the view of the mess. I just had to go for it. A walk of shame out of that store, through the halls, and back to my car. It seemed like the longest walk ever.

Looking back it's kinda funny but wow was it crazy at the time. Would I do it again on purpose? No. Will I go out in public again like that? Oh yes, absolutely. It honestly turned me on so much that I was stroking like a mad man on the way home and busted another huge nut just thinking about it