Way more rooms

Reaching the bottom of the basement stairs, K-T is greeted by a large living space with an old-fashioned bar along the wall. Complete with all of the detailed woodwork and mirror on the back. Moving down the hall, he finds a fully outfitted gym, thinking to himself, “maybe this is the year I get ripped”. Continuing on, he finds a spa with a steam room, sauna, and even a massage table. Next, he enters a small home movie theater with a screen even bigger than the one in the family room upstairs. Further down the hall is a one lane bowling alley, K-T thinks excitedly that he will really take advantage of this over the summer. He finally reaches the end of the hall and finds two doors. The first opens into the laundry room with its maze of pipes bringing in clothes from all over the house, and the very complicated looking automated system in the center of the room. Remembering half of his clothes are in that system, he decides to try to figure out how to work it later in the day.

The final door opens into an unfinished storage space. There are a few rows of shelves stacked high with boxes all neatly labeled. Digging around he found 6 labeled with ‘Shrimp Dick’s’. He started opening them and found old bowling trophies, books, papers, and even some photos. None of which interested him. In the final box, he found clothes, thinking they might come in handy later in the summer, he put them back but remembered which box it was.

Heading back upstairs, he saw it was approaching lunch time, so he made himself a sandwich and sat down to watch some TV. Deciding to go for a swim, he went upstairs, hung the robe back up in the bathroom and grabbed a towel so he wouldn’t humiliate himself again this time. Walking out, he dropped the towel on a chair by the pool and cannonballed into the water. The massive splash not only soaked his new towel, but also his shorts that were almost dry. After swimming a few laps, he pulled out the raft and laid around for a while before getting out. Being unable to dry himself off with his towel, he hung it on one of the chairs to dry and laid on another to air dry. Falling asleep again, he had another sexual dream about Lily, waking up as the sun was starting to set. Looking down on himself, he saw his all-over tan was even darker now, and he was once again hard as a rock.

Checking to find the towel and shorts still damp, he went inside to find Satan sitting by his leash whining. Realizing he should probably take the dog for a walk; he went upstairs and grabbed his sunglasses and some clothes. Looking at his scant options, he picked the old gym shorts, even though he had grown a lot since buying them. Pulling them on, they were so tight, they weren’t much more than boxer briefs. His erection made a prominent outline in them, but he had nothing else to wear other than the pink pajama shorts, and that was not going to happen. Hoping no one in the neighborhood would care that he is shirtless, he headed downstairs and pulled on his sneakers. Putting on Satan’s leash and harness, he held his phone in his hand because he couldn’t even get a quarter into the pockets of these overly stretched shorts.

30 minutes into the walk, and it was uneventful, other than a few neighbors out on their lawn doing a double take when seeing what K-T was wearing. Turning back for home, a squirrel ran out in front of them, setting Satan off on a tearing run. Not expecting that, K-T was pulled after him unable to get any grip with his shoes. He was dragged down the street and through a yard with their sprinklers running, soaking him. He continued getting pulled across a property line through some shrubs. His shorts caught on a branch, and already stretched past their limit, they ripped from his body causing his erection to spring forward as he came out the other side. Naked and hard except for a pair of sneakers and sunglasses, and more than 2 blocks from home, K-T was mortified. The squirrel bounded up a tree ending Satan’s chase. The dog sat at the base of the trunk barking up at the squirrel, much to K-T’s chagrin, afraid that the dog would get people’s attention. Pulling on the leash and trying to get Satan to run back to the house, the dog was insistent on sniffing every tree, bush, and rock on their route. Despite his small size, he was strong, and K-T was unable to pull him away from his sniffing journey. As it was twilight, K-T hoped people wouldn’t be able to see him, but there was definitely still enough light to make out every detail. Since he was holding the leash, he could only cover up with one hand, which proved very inadequate for both his swinging balls and massive boner.

One neighbor, looking out her window called to her husband, “I think there is a wet, naked boy walking a dog down the street”. “You need to get a new pair of glasses”, her husband yelled back from the TV room. Penny had just finished up work and was stepping outside to check the mail when she opened the door and saw the boy from next door slowly walking down the street pulling Mary’s dog with one hand and holding his other in front of his crotch (hiding very little). He didn’t seem to notice her, but she definitely noticed him as he made his way next door and up to the house. She thought to herself, that she had yet to see the boy with a stitch of clothing on him.

Now that his long, naked trot through the neighborhood was over and he was inside, K-T unclipped the dog, and said, “now I know why they named you Satan”. He could swear the dog looked up at him and smiled before walking away to eat his dinner. The long time it took to get home allowed K-T to air dry, so he reheated some of the pizza from the night before, and as it cooked, he walked outside to grab the shorts and towel now that they were dry. Not wanting to risk spilling on them again, he took them upstairs and ate in the living room naked. After finishing his food, he continued watching TV until he slowly drifted asleep.