He mumbled an apology for not being more hospitable as he commented that he would get a couple of towels for us and he trotted off to the interior of his house. I did not know how much of this I could take, Tim being naked in the same room. He returned with towels, and handed one to me, and I slipped my wet shorts off also, relieved for the lack of lighting and electricity since I was well aware that my cock had firmed up with a demanding tumescence. I would have been embarrassed for him to see me in an aroused state, and I wrapped his proffered towel and cinched it around my waist.

Tim, on the other hand, had used his towel to dry himself, and then casually tossed it aside. He was buck naked. That was too tempting for me to ignore, and I was determined to get a good close look at his equipment to see if he were hung as much as my fantasies had imagined him to be. I moved much closer to him, on the pretense of still watching the storm, hoping that a good long lightning flash would permit me to see his cock. Damn, I was horny, and all I wanted was a peek at his prick. When I finally did get a good view, it nearly took my breath away again, what an enormous tool he had, and it was not really more than only half-hard. No wonder he had multiple women in his bed, he could satisfy more than one with that much meat.

Standing close together, very casually and very naturally, Tim put out his arm and sort of draped it around my shoulder, thanking me for helping him. Any hopes that I had of keeping my boner hidden disappeared with that action, since my dick virtually sprang up and out of the towel. I had felt the towel coming loose but had been afraid to tighten it since I did not want to disengage from Tim’s friendly embrace. The towel fell.

Tim had to feel it, as I did, as it hit the floor and our feet. He said nothing. Nothing changed. Neither of us was saying much of anything other than some continued expressions of “wows!” when the storm continued to do something spectacular. If he was aware that I was standing next to him with the largest erection of my life, he said nothing, his arm still around my shoulder. Then his arm sort of dropped from my shoulder to my waist, and he gave me a gentle hug, pulling me closer to him. My dick was so hard with this that I think I would have broken the glass if I had been any closer to the patio door. Then just as casually as his hand and arm had moved from my shoulder to my waist, his hand moved to the small of my back. Then he wandered further, and began slowly rubbing the cheeks of my ass. I was not objecting to anything, and he was taking it slowly, apparently, in case I did.

He removed his hand from my backside, and turned to face me squarely in the darkness. Using both his hands, he placed his left hand under my balls and took my throbbing cock in his right hand and tenderly and gently stroked my throbbing cock. I reached for his cock, but he