Home, bearings and everything in-between

The home you grew up in still looked the same, it's time-worn appearance soothed your thoughts. It looked identical to all the others around, with landscaped lawns, two storied setting and a in ground pool.

"It's good to be back.." you murmured with a small smile. You angled your bare face to the sky in revelry. This left your cock dirty and dangling in the wind. Though no one seemed to mind.

"Did you say something James?"

That was your mom. She must've heard your mutterings. She was looking back at you in confusion, she must've felt you still weren't well yet.

"Leave the boy alone will you, he's just got back," intercepting her mid-way, your father swooped in while dragging her inside. He winked back at you with a hidden thumbs up. This caused you to roll your eyes, doubly so because of his frank nakedness.

Accepting facts, curiously you looked around. Being before midday, most people were still at work, this left the neighbourhood eerily deserted. This was probably for the best, for now. But that didn't stop you from jerking it out in the open. The need trumped the sake of propriety. Maybe that's why everyone was naked.

This cooled your inner anxiety somewhat. When in Rome...

Bare ass now on the end of your bed, you pondered over your day so far. There wasn't too much you could do as of now, you had to play it by ear, so to speak. This left you thinking about the oddities about your house.

The main things were still there: the appliances, beds, photos, and electronics. But what was missing were the carpets, rugs, closets, wardrobes and some doors.

It did make sense, in a perverted kind of way.

You didn't need clothes or a place to put/hang them, so why not use the space for other things? Also, with everyone cumming all over the place frequently, it was practical to limit cleaning time. All the floors were hardwood in sense. And privacy wasn't really a thing, because everything was already seen. So who needed doors on interior rooms. Only common sense dictated doors on exterior exits.

Pondering on this, you lay back on your bed for a brief moment or two. Unknowingly, you drifted off into a light sleep. It seemed like you had just closed your eyes when you heard a voice calling you.

"Dinner!"

Through the sleep-fog you managed to sit up after hearing your mother's incessant voice.

"Yeah! I'm coming!" You yelled out, angry at being awoken. She must've heard, because now there was only silence.

Automatically, you reached for some clothes. That's when you realised you had none. Smiling ruefully, you stood up. A slick sound illicited as you moved to a standing position. You looked down.

"Oh! Damn, I forgot about this...," Surprised by the cum now coated over your balls and legs you cursed out. You thought about cleaning it, but on second thought, you didn't bother. It would soon become messier. Did you masturbate yourself in your sleep? Well.. who cares? You felt invigorated.

Your eyes shone with splendor.

"To dinner!" You cheerily said, taking a one eighty digree approach to earlier today. Your ass cheeks clapped together as you descended the stairs with a spring in your step.