ex joined in whenever the opportunity presented itself. Whether this all happened or not just added to the Tim Mystique. I had Tim in many jerk off fantasies; that is what fantasies are for, isn’t it?
Here in the Midwest, storms can come up suddenly and often in the middle of the night with thunder and lightning and strong winds. My wife and I were awakened by one of these summer storms one night well after midnight. She is one of the world’s most dedicated sleepers, always groggy when awakened, and she seemed to be only distantly aware of the storm. She nudged me and advised me to go secure the things on the patio, and she was back to sleep immediately. She and the Great Sphinx have the sleep ability in common! I was now wide-awake and knew that I needed to head downstairs to the patio to secure the umbrella, the grill, and the kid’s toys. The electricity went out as I made my way downstairs.

It was easy to see things, however, through the lightning flashes. A great gust of wind had picked up our patio umbrella and it was cart-wheeling across the lawn as I chased after it, along with some plastic lawn chairs, and some other bits and pieces that were blowing around like tumbleweed in a western movie. The grill made a loud clattering noise as it made contact with the concrete. I kept chasing after our property, retrieving and securing it, and then chasing after something else. I became aware that Tim had also surfaced and was doing the same routine next door. I finished my retrievals, and went next door to help him, and we both ended up on his patio with the last of the stray objects, both out of breath and drenched with wet hair and wet shorts. It was then in the lightning flashes that I became aware that Tim was wearing only his jockey shorts. I was wearing gym shorts and no underwear, and my gym shorts were clinging like paper to my soaked skin.

With panting breath, Tim said that we had earned a beer, and invited me inside. I protested that I needed to get back to bed, but he simply did not listen to me, as he disappeared inside. Just then a new downpour hit with a vengeance, and I ducked inside as a loud clap of thunder and more streaks of lightning lit up the stormy night.

With cold beers in hand, we continued to watch and admire the electrical storm, now outside on his patio again. It was pleasant to be sharing space with this handsome hunk particularly in his wet underwear! I was enjoying the occasional commentary as a spectacular lightning bolt would light the sky, or a deep rumble of thunder would growl like a tiger. Tim was leaning against the patio doorframe, and each time the lightning flashed, his profile was outlined. His outline was enhanced by the definite awareness of his evident maleness, and my eyes were riveted to the sizable bulge in the front of his jockeys. Even with cold wet shorts, he definitely had the signs of a big one in those cold wet shorts!

As though he had read my thoughts of the cold wet shorts, Tim slipped his shorts off with the comment that the wet shorts were making him think he had just wet his pants.