Run!

Without a second thought at the sight of the fanged hound, Bobby ran his wet and nearly naked self away from it’s clutches.

Not thinking clearly and with no better alternative in sight, Bobby decided to jump atop the roof, jumping and grabbing the side and pulling himself up.

At least, he almost did.

Just as Bobby almost made it up, her heard a rip followed by a growl, and looked back to see that the dog had the back of his briefs in it’s mouth.

There was only one good way to clear this obstacle, and Bobby turned red at what he had to do.

Using a free hand, Bobby pulled his briefs down, exposing his magnum piece to the open air and rain, and kicked them off of his ankles as the dog ripped at them.

As the hound ferociously tore at the discarded underwear, Bobby climbed atop the roof of the house and breathed a sigh of relief.

That was until he realized that he was stark naked on the roof of a stranger’s house in the middle of a downpour.

Bobby looked down at his bare cock, and quickly covered it, nervous that some passerby would see him and confuse him for a perverted home invader.

Bobby knew he had to get down, and saw an opportunity to as the yard that held the dog was fenced off by a poolside fence, which led into a clearing that he could make for home without being seen.

Bobby decided on that course of action, and attempted to step down off the roof.

Though he did not succeed, as he slipped off the roof and landed in the pool.

Now Bobby was naked and now skinny dipping in a stranger’s pool, his embarrassment causing his face to warm which contrasted with the cold water on his skin.

Bobby swam to the pool ladder, and just as he was about to step out, he heard a voice.

“Bobby? Bobby McSquare?”