“At least let me keep my towel on,” Frank says.

“NO!” she says, yanking it out of his grasp. The towel whips from his fingers, making a harsh snapping sound as it pinches the air.

“I’m tired of you ALWAYS getting ready at the last minute!”

The door to the patio isn’t that far.

Seeing what she’s doing, some of Frank’s friends walk into the kitchen and start laughing.

They then join in, taking hold of his arms and start pushing him to the door. One of them opens it while smugly saying, “Hope you have a good time!”

“Hey, c’mon guys!” Frank says, nervously laughing, brightening up his face in a grin that almost seems half mad. His friends are actually holding his arms to his sides, forcing his exposed dick to fumble and sway, the circumcised head bouncing.

At just the last second, just as he sees everyone at the night-time BBQ, shocked faces expand and twist into humiliating laughter. Their eyes going wide, surprised at what they’re seeing.

Just as he’s being pushed up to the stairs, his friends let go and she continues to push him forward, one hand swinging behind his back as, in that second, he’s suddenly forced into a situation where everyone can see his penis sway into the wind.