Stormy Weather brings out the Good Neighbor policy.

For several years, Tim had lived next door to me. He was on the road a lot but I would see him nearly every weekend when he was working on his lawn, mowing in the summertime, raking leaves in the autumn, etc. He obviously enjoyed his back yard lawn work, and loved walking around it with drink in hand (“talking to the weeds” he described it). He went shirtless most of the time. He was well built with a hairy chest that covered some of the perkiest pecs ever on his wide shouldered frame. Tim had the genetic disposition to always have that great looking hunk of a Hercules-like body while the rest of us mere humans have to jog, do crunches, diet, and try to look like Tim, who did nothing at all to look as fantastic as he always did.

Tim was divorced but his ex-wife was often around anyway and was there for overnight stays from time to time. And to add to that, he frequently had a live-in “dolly du jour” that shared his bed and did light housekeeping for him. The dolly changed often, and it seemed pointless to try to remember their names even though Tim would refer to them by name in his discussions. “Nikki…now let me see, was she the one with the really big tits?” And Tim would laugh and say, “Naw, Nikki was the one with the really big ears. Alexis had the really big tits.” That sort of banter.

My wife and her gal pals openly ogled Tim. He was, indeed, handsome, and his rakish behavior just made him the more attractive to the women. I tried to disguise my own ogling but sometimes I found myself shamelessly staring at his shirtless body as he strolled around his yard. I had not been physical with a male since sometime back in college, but I did certainly think about it when I felt my loins stirring when I looked at him. Every male has a limit as to when sex with another male is going to be acceptable, and if I were ever going to do it with another guy again, it would be Tim. If I were ever going to do it.

When he would saunter up to me to have a chat in the back yard, I know my dick twitched involuntarily but I would have been mortified to have him think that he aroused me so easily just by his masculine presence. He also had this good/bad goofy habit of polishing his balls when we talked, sort of cupping his equipment in one hand and shifting it around to the other side of his pants. I loved to watch him do this, of course, and he did actually seem to notice my noticing with an intense interest but he never said a word. He was laid back and he was cool, with a great sense of humor. In short, Tim was a fun guy to be around.

He always referred to his dolly as his “current squeeze”. He seemed intent upon not having a long term relationship with any of them. I teased him about his ex-wife showing up while he had a squeeze in tow, and he just laughed and asked me if I had ever had two women in bed at the same time with the clear implication that his