Max leaves

"Fine! I can take a hint," Max says while getting out of the pool. "Enjoy your stupid pool, jerk!" Max walked inside the house and slammed the door closed, locking it behind him.

Dylan, who was standing on the other side of the pool, darts quickly across the backyard to the back entrance of the home. In the course of his sprint, his foot landed in a puddle of pool water sending his front foot sliding farther ahead of the other foot, forcing poor Dylan into the splits.

Normally, Dylan's body was very flexible. However, in this particular instance, his male parts were thrust violently against the pavement creating a wet smacking sound and causing him to yell out in pain with a much higher voice than he was accustomed to hearing from himself. His hands slowly crept down the center of his body toward the source of his growing agony and he gingerly cradled his nuts through the thin fabric of his swim attire. He lifted himself out of the splits and sat in a chair for a moment caressing his (unfortunately male) anatomy to alleviate the pain in his crotch.

And Max saw the whole thing! "Damn! I heard his nuts smack the ground!", Max thought to himself as he imagined what Dylan's swollen package must look like by now. He loved seeing the aggressive brute get knocked down a few pegs and quickly decided he would make sure Dylan got thoroughly busted for the rest of the day.

Dylan sat focusing on his male torment and decided he would find a way back inside his house after his nuts didn't hurt so much.