A Day at the Lake
Follow up to Moving In!
After the little show I put on for the neighbors, I avoided them for a while. It would have been hard to avoid them so long in our small apartment building. But the hound took that difficulty from me. He knocked on my door a few days after he and that cat caught me jacking off. Not being stark naked and near climax let me examine his face a little more.
“For a fucker that isn't shy enough to close the door, you sure are hard to catch," his jowl warbled as he cracked his joke. I would have closed the door on him as soon as I saw who it was, but he was already talking. Besides, he was pretty handsome.
I raised my paw up to my neck and rub the scruff. As embarrassed as I was, I still tried to joke back. “Yeah, I finally figured out how these damn things work."
He gave a hardy guffaw at that. “Well, if you aren't too busy figuring out how to use the drawers, Smokey and I are going to the lake with a couple of friends. We were wondering if you'd like to come along."
My horny side took over for a moment. I imagined this hound and I hanging out at the lake. We had a couple beers too many, and I mention he looks good in a swimsuit. He says you'd look good without one. He reaches over and...
“Hey, hello?" I'm back in front of the daddy of a hound dog. He looked at me strangely.
“Sorry," I explained, “I just kinda spaced"
“Oh, well, uh..." he started to ask again.
“I guess I'd be down," I said, “but why are you inviting me? You barely know me."
“I'd say I know you enough," the hound said, clearly referencing what he saw.
“I guess you know me better than a lot," I said, sheepishly.
He definitely read my embarrassment at the memory, but he blew past that. And just said, “I don't mind starting over." He stuck his hand out, and introduced himself as Walt.
There was something in his voice. He said that he didn't mind starting over, but the way he said it was off. It was like he did mind starting over, but he was just saying that to be nice. The idea was so strange that I couldn't take it seriously. Why would he want our first introduction to be me cumming in front of him?
I brushed off my paranoia and shook his hand, “Rambo."
“Well, Rambo. Grab some swim stuff, and we'll be off," Walt said excitedly.
“I actually don't have anything for swimming," I say, just realizing that I haven't swam for some time.
Walt's response surprised me though, “Don't worry about that. I have a swimsuit for you."
I looked at him for a moment, expecting an explanation for him picking one up.
“I, uh, meant that I have an extra laying around," he said.
I nodded, satisfied.
It wasn't long before I was in Walt's messy old truck. He and the cat, who I learned is Smokey, sit up front. I'm in the back between two other dogs. They definitely smell like they work in construction. They both have a musk. I personally like the rottweiler's more, but the bluetick also had a nice smell.
I occasionally throw in a passing comment, but mostly keep to myself. I try my best not to look at any of my social media feeds, because the other two would see the screen. Instead, I place my hands on my legs and just listen to the four of them chat.
The conversation turned to me briefly. The rottweiler asked me if I had a mate.
“Nah," I said casually, “not really interested in committing to anything."
“You're full wolf, aren't you?" the bluetick asked, “Isn't committing yourself, like, a whole thing?"
The rottweiler didn't wait for me to answer. “Maybe he's just a player. A guy like him probably wants to strut his stuff before settling down."
Without turning his head to look at us, Smokey piped up, “if only you knew."
It wasn't a venomous statement. He delivered it lightly, like an inside joke. Even so, I blushed and looked down. I don't know what Walt and Smokey told these two, but they moved on to a new topic quickly after he said that. Maybe they didn't really catch that Smokey might have something more to say, or maybe they've heard everything and don't want a rehash. I felt my cheeks turn red at that thought. At the same time, I felt a tingle in my lower half. My mind hated that these two might know about the incident, but my cock really seemed to enjoy it.
We got to the lake shortly after that conversation. Everyone got out quickly, ready to enjoy the cool water. Walt took out a bag from the bed of his truck. He unzipped it, pulled out some swim trunks, and tossed them to me. He, then, took the bag over to an area that seemed to be regularly used for these kinds of things and started setting up a little sitting area. It looked like a nice spot. It had a tree for shade and a pile of rocks that looked fit for a fire.
I stepped away from the group, who were comfortable changing in front of each other with only the truck blocking views, and changed into the trunks behind some trees. The trunks were a little big, but the drawstring was enough to tighten them to my body. They felt odd. I don't know how to describe it, but they felt like they had never been worn before. Maybe they were a gift or something.
I returned to the group. Everyone had changed except Walt, who was still preparing a little sitting area. I saw Smokey looking at me. He had a neutral expression, but his eyes had a hint of mischievousness behind them. I had a feeling he was thinking of some jokes to make about my modesty. I was about to ask him why he was looking at me like that when Walt turned and saw me. He waved me over.
“I'm gonna build a fire. I don't know how long we'll stay, but I figured we'll probably want a little food before we head out." Walt explained. I nodded, not sure if he wanted me to say something.
“You do that, Walt," the bluetick said, “we'll go and cool off." The two dogs started to run and then looked back at me and Smokey expectantly.
“I still need to put on my lotion!" Smokey called out, then he patted me on the back. “They're both single you know. You should get out there and 'strut your stuff'."
I looked at him, not sure if he was trying to be funny or nice. I brushed it off and run into the water with the other two. The cool water flowing through my fur felt nice. I enjoyed hanging out and chatting with the rottweiler.
It wasn't long before I noticed something was off. The swim trunks I was wearing felt strangely loose. I tried to tighten them by adjusting the drawstring, but it felt like the trunks were getting bigger. There was suddenly cool water rushing on my dick. I reach down and try to push the cloth so it was flat against my fur. Instead of just polyester, I also felt my fur in some places. I looked down and was horrified at the sight. The swim trunks were coming apart. I tried to grab at some of the pieces as they floated up, but they dissolved when I wrapped my paws around them. I didn't know how to react, so I kept grabbing at the pieces. The two dogs watched me splash around. Before long, my entire swimsuit was gone. I had nothing covering me besides the water.
I looked at the two dogs, and I could tell they knew it. They were looking at me with mischievous eyes.
“I... uh," I stutter, suddenly aware of the position I was in. I had been had.
They both smiled and grabbed me. They began dragging me to the shore where Walt and Smokey were.
“Hey! HEY! Please don't!" I shouted.
My cries were ignored as I was pulled closer to shore. I tried kicking and moving to get out of their grasp, but they were both too strong. Despite my best efforts to get away from them, I'm soon back on shore completely naked, being held like a prize.
“Oh ho," Walt said, “I see the swim trunks didn't work out."
I felt myself blushing. “Please don't look," I said, knowing they wouldn't listen.
“Come on, didn't I tell you to strut your stuff?" Smokey snickered, “But looking at you, you don't have that much stuff to strut around."
I looked down. I saw what he meant. My cock was a lot smaller than it usually was.
“The water was cold," I say, trying to defend my manhood.
“Oh, I'm sure it is," Walt retorted. His voice was condescending.
“I bet it's usually huge," the bluetick said.
The one dissent came from the rottweiler, “nah, I bet this is as big as it gets."
As embarrassing as it was, I couldn't help but feel aroused. These guys teaming up to trick me and now make fun of my size, it was all extremely hot. There I was, completely naked with no way to cover myself, being told how small I was, and I was loving it.
“Aw, is the little guy getting hard?" the bluetick teased.
“N-no," I stutter. I move one leg forward and try to cover my stiffening cock.
“Oh, he is. Look at that thing," the rottweiler said. “I guess he isn't a grower."
I moan slightly at that comment.
“Cute sound," Smokey called out.
“Now, guys. Come on. Let's be nice to the puppy." Walt chimed in, still adding on to the humiliation. He walked up to me and took my cock in between his finger and thumb. He started moving his fingers up and down. I moaned in response.
“There we go, he just needs a little gentleness," Walt commented.
“Please don't stop," I sighed.
“Aww, does the puppy like the attention?" Walt cooed.
“Mhm," I responded.
“Mmmm, well, it's a good thing he'll get it for a bit longer," he stopped stroking me.
“No, please. Let me finish...," I begged.
“Maybe later, but not yet," Walt said. I looked at him in confusion. “Smokey, you have the duct tape?"
Smokey tosses a roll of tape to Walt.
“Take him to the tree, guys." The two dogs follow his instruction. Before long, I was tied to the tree with a throbbing boner. I tried to resist. I wiggled and moved my arms. It was useless though. It was four against one. I didn't hate the struggle though. It felt like we were all just taking a role in an amazing porno.
“There we go. All bound up for us to enjoy," Walt said, satisfied.
“How long are you going to keep me here?" I ask.
“Well, maybe until you've warmed up enough for us to see how tiny you really are. Maybe until we leave."
It was so embarrassing, being surrounded by guys and just looked at while being naked. They had seen every part of me and could make any joke they wanted, knowing it would be true. They could talk about my bubble butt, my love handles, or even...
“Fuck," Walt interrupted my thoughts, “it might have been the water, but you really are small right now."
“No offense," the rottweiler said, “but that's the tiniest prick I've ever seen."
Those comments made my legs go limp. For the second time, I came hands-free in front of Walt and Smokey. The dogs laughed at me, and the cat smiled.