When it became obvious he couldn't work anymore, Dwayne took to simply sitting out on his porch all day lost in his daydreams. He enjoyed the sights and sounds of his back yard with the two cottonwood trees that seemed to always attract all sorts of songbirds. Why he could simply listen for hours to the birds singing, distracted only when the squirrels, running the electrical wires, would peer down and bark at him.
The weather had been nice that summer and he never got too hot because even on the warmest days a cool breeze gentle stroked him. It was fortunate for him that the weather stayed mild on into the early fall because, as time passed, he was forced to not only spend his days out on the porch, he had to sleep there too. Although by then just when it seemed things were coming to a head, he was still unable to move from his deck chair.
Day and night Dwayne had to recline in the chair with his pants left open and his cock simply hanging out for most everyone to see. He had been able to keep it a secret for a surprisingly long time as his organ slowly slid out into the lawn but, all too soon, it had reached the back gate and had nowhere to go but into the neighbor's yard. The shocked couple rushed over to confront Dwayne but immediately saw his ordeal and decided to help. At first they simply hid his cock behind a trellis but, later, they were even kind enough to keep the rose bushes trimmed back away from his blossoming member.
Things remained relatively calm for Dwayne for a while then, his neighbors extended the trellis as he continued to grow, and the winter was very mild. When the temperature did drop to an uncomfortable level, the neighbors carefully covered up his bare skin while they covered their more delicate plants. Out on his porch he would simply wrap himself in a heavy blanket and watch as the moon slid in and out of the clouds.
By the next spring Dwayne was beginning to get a bit horny and he spent some long afternoons calculating the square root of two out to the fifty-seventh decimal point over and over again. That intricate math problem kept him out of trouble until mid June when one evening he drifted to sleep and began to dream of caves. First they were of small caves, like the small gold mines that dotted the nearby foothills, but soon he dreamt of coal mines and then finally he dreamt of the Carlsbad Caverns.