moved away from me, and just kept on playing with me. He lowered himself and put his lips on my nipples from the right nip to the left side, and I was ready to climb the walls. His hot tongue then began a downward trail along the treasure trail that leads to my pubic region. He wet every hair on my belly body as he slowly traveled downward. With a loud slurping sound, he engulfed my cock and held it there in his mouth, making soft humming sounds of approval. Then he started to suck me in earnest.

To the brink and back, so many times, until I begged for release, and he whispered, “I know, I know, I am the one that got you there, now let me have it.” And I did, just as there was one more brilliant lightning flash and a loud rumble of thunder. I was able to see that he was pumping himself to completion of his own puddled orgasm, just as he was licking me clean of the last droplets of my own fluid.

At the next moment, the electricity returned. The scene that was so fucking hot and erotic before in the dark of the storm now seemed to be less so in the glare of the lights. Tim looked up at me, and then stood up said, “Now remember, I only get horny for cock during thunderstorms.” He laughed softly when I replied that I was certainly glad that we did not live in the desert.

We are still neighbors. Tim still has his “dolly du jour”. And we have it worked out so that we create our own stormy weather every now and then whether there is a real thunderstorm or not. His “signal” is his old goofy habit of his shifting his equipment, at which point we both know that it is time to create our own electricity. Inside, out of the weather.

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