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K-T encountered no problems driving over to his house. Jennifer’s sporty little car was really fun to drive even though he spent most of the trip on slow residential streets. Pulling into his driveway, K-T put the car into park and as he pulled the keys out of the ignition, he accidentally dropped them into the footwell.

Cursing under his breath, K-T contorted himself to reach down and pick them up. Just as his fingers grasped the key chain, he heard a series of pops from his shirt. Quickly sitting up, he saw that his romper was open all the way down to his stomach. The head of his penis just barely poked out above the topmost remaining button. He tried to pull the sides back together, but without any buttons, the top of the outfit wouldn’t stay together. Seeing how close he was to the front door, K-T decided to make a run for it.

Looking up and down the street, he didn’t see anyone out, so he got out of the car and sprinted for the house. He was almost to the door when he misjudged the porch step and tripped. As he fell forward, time seemed to slow down as he heard each of the remaining buttons fail one after the other. As he landed in front of the door on his hands and knees, his erection flopped out of the front of his romper. Standing up, he struggled to get it back in, but without any buttons to keep his outfit closed, there was nothing to contain his junk.

Hoping to get inside before anyone noticed, K-T made for the door. As he reached for the handle it finally dawned on him that he didn’t have any keys. He had lost enough sets over the years that his parents didn’t trust him with them anymore. He prayed that his parents had forgotten to lock the door before they left, but a quick check of the handle dashed that. Knowing that his family didn’t keep a spare key hidden anywhere, he went around to check the back door.

Sneaking around the side of the house, K-T tightly grasped the front of his outfit, trying to keep it closed. Getting to the door, he found it locked as well. Looking down, he saw the old doggy door left over from a previous owner. Sizing it up, he decided he could probably fit through it. He got down on all fours, **** his arms through the door and started to pull himself inside.

Meanwhile, in the house behind K-T’s, Mrs. Carlyle was standing in her kitchen washing dishes. Looking out of her window, she saw someone wriggling their way into the Smith’s back door. Knowing that the family was on vacation for the summer, she put down the sponge, and immediately pulled out her phone to call the police and report the burglar.

K-T was able to get as far as his waist before getting stuck. He knew it wouldn’t take much to get his hips through the door, but he didn’t have anything he could grasp to pull himself through. Just as he firmly planted his hands on the door, and was ready to push he heard a shout from outside, “Don’t move! You are under arrest for breaking and entering!”

K-T began stammering trying to explain that he lived there, but the police officer could not hear his panicked mumbling through the door. “Slowly work your way back out of the door. No sudden movements. As soon as you are out put your hands on the back of your head” the officer ordered.

K-T inched his way back out of the house, momentarily grateful that he was face down so the officer didn’t see his erection. As soon as his head cleared the door, he pulled his arms out and put his hands on the back of his head. Just then, he heard a couple of clicks and felt cold metal on his wrists as the officer put him in handcuffs. The officer roughly grabbed his elbows and ordered K-T to “get up” as she helped pull him from the ground.

Once standing, the officer turned K-T around to face her and gasped when she saw his romper was wide open in the front and his boner was pointed right at her. “I’m also arresting you for public indecency” she stated. K-T instantly started blabbering “Please don’t! I live here; I just forgot my key and didn’t have any other way to get inside. I wasn’t trying to expose myself, the buttons all failed from this being too tight”. Stopping to take a breath, K-T fought back tears at the fear of being arrested. With his hands cuffed behind his back he was unable to cover up and continued to expose himself to the officer.

As K-T continued to explain his situation to the unconvinced officer, Mrs. Carlyle walked over from her house. Getting closer she called out “K-T is that you?” before noticing his attire and gasping “Oh my!”. “Please return to your home, this is police business” the officer commanded.

Mrs. Carlyle responded “I’m the one who called you. I thought this was an intruder, but K-T lives here”.

“Even if that is true, I still need to arrest him for exposing his genitals in public” the officer explained. “But is it really public indecency if he is alone in his own yard?” Mrs. Carlyle replied. Thinking this through, the officer agreed with Mrs. Carlyle and took off K-T’s handcuffs.

The officer apologized for the confusion while K-T desperately tried to hold his outfit closed to provide himself some modesty. “The least we can do is help you get inside” the officer continued. “Do you happen to have a spare key?” she asked Mrs. Carlyle.

Mrs. Carlyle thought about the key K-T’s mother had given her in case of emergencies sitting in the drawer in her kitchen before responding “unfortunately, no. But we can help K-T get through the doggy door.”

“I can’t fit. I got stuck last time” K-T told the women. As he kept pulling the garment closed, he started straining the seams along his back. “This time we can give you the push needed to get through” the officer explained “Come on now, start going through the door”.

K-T got down on all fours and was about to push his head through the door when the officer told him to turn over. She explained that he needed to go through the doggy door on his back so he could use his arms to push against the interior of the door to help **** his way inside. As K-T started to argue with her, she immediately shut him down saying that he was wasting her time and she needed to get back to stopping actual crimes.

Sheepishly, K-T turned over and started inching his way inside. Unable to hold the front of his romper together, it hung open exposing every inch of his engorged manhood to the women. Wanting to get this whole affair over with, he tried scooting backwards as fast as possible to get inside.

Once his shoulders cleared the door, Mrs. Carlyle pulled out her phone and started snapping photos. “Good idea” the officer said, pulling out her phone “I should get some pictures as well for my incident report”.

K-T reached the same point as before, and got stuck again. Squirming and trying to work himself further inside caused the romper plackets to gently rub against his balls arousing him even further. Calling loudly from outside, the officer said “On the count of three, use your arms to push as hard as you can against the door, and we’ll push your legs inside”. K-T responded to the affirmative. Adjusting himself to get ready for the big push, he realized that his romper was caught on the frame of the doggy door. Just as he was about to say something, the women grabbed his ankles and started loudly counting. Quickly he placed his hands on the door, and at three gave a big push.

The effort of all three people pushing was enough to **** K-T through the door, but it was also enough to cause the already strained romper seams to completely fail, causing K-T to fall out of the garment and onto the kitchen floor. The jolt of the cold floor on his naked butt was the little bit needed to push him over the edge to ejaculate, causing him to shoot rope after rope of cum, soaking his torso as he loudly groaned from the waves of pleasure caused by his pent-up orgasm.

Momentarily dazed, K-T looked up just in time to see the remains of his outfit get snatched out through the doggy door. The officer knocked on the door asking K-T to open up. Glancing around, he couldn’t find anything suitable in the kitchen to clean himself up and provide some modesty.

Standing, he unlocked the door and slowly opened it a quarter of the way, hiding his body behind it. Before he could say anything, both women pushed their way inside. The officer instructed K-T and Mrs. Carlyle to stay put while she inspected the house. If K-T could get in via the doggy door, so could an intruder.

K-T could not help but notice neither woman had his romper in their hands. As he turned to look for it outside, Mrs. Carlyle quickly shut the door. “Don’t want to let out the AC” she explained, finally looking him over and seeing the semen running down his chest. Smirking she turned away, before saying “Next time I see your mother, I will let her know about this mishap and how she needs to get you a new house key”. K-T began stuttering trying to convince Mrs. Carlyle not to tell his mom about any of this when the officer reentered the kitchen.

“The house is all clear. Try not to lose your key in the future” She stated, before whipping out her phone and taking a full-frontal picture of K-T before he had a chance to cover himself, explaining she needed it to file her report. As the women left the kitchen quietly laughing to themselves, K-T closed and locked the door, finally alone.

Heading to the bathroom, he took a towel and wiped himself of the drying cum. He went into his dad’s office and found the passports in a desk drawer. Setting them out on the kitchen counter, he moved up to his room to find some clothes to take back to Mary’s house with him.