"Hey, Chad? Brad? Anybody home? Your dog got out and-" the neighbor said after entering through the unlocked gate. He disdainfully set the newspaper filled with dog poop on the table by the pool. "Well, it's their dog's poop, I'm just returning it." He grumbled, "they should really pay me for cleaning up after their dog," then he saw Chad's face imprinted on the pouch for a second before the breeze wiped his face off the pouch as the Speedo fluttered in the wind. "That might do."
He plucked the Speedo off the line.
Chad was flummoxed. He didn't really know the neighbor that well. Back when Chad was younger, he had felt uncomfortable under the neighbor's gaze as he did yard work for his folks only wearing his swimsuit. Well, he was working on his tan, and had intended his near naked display for the girl across the street not for the neighbor or Bruno who he caught watching him from the sidewalk. Before he could speak, the neighbor's shorts were around his ankles, and then he stepped into Chad's leg holes and pulled Chad over his naked manhood. Chad instinctively screamed "Noooo!"
"Dang, this feels good, I can almost hear Chad screaming no that someone stole his lucky Speedo!" The neighbor exclaimed. His growing boner, kept Chad quiet. The guy had gone commando, and now pulled his shorts up over the stolen Speedo.
He had just exited the yard, when Rico returned with Chad's dog.
"Hey, what are you doing back there?" Rico shouted.
"Are you in charge of that animal?" the neighbor growled, "I just returned one of the souvenirs he left in my yard!"
"Are you sure it was this dog? I just walked him, and he deposited a huge load at the dog park," Rico protested.
"I didn't say that he just did, just that I had just returned some," the man sighed and headed for the door of his home.
Max yelped and leapt toward the retreating neighbor. He could hear Chad's faint sobbing coming from his new owner's crotch.