Climb the fence.

I decide to follow my testosterone fueled urges and climb the fence. It isn't hard, really. I brace on foot against a fence post and then swing the other up and over. The problem occurs when I go to throw the second leg over. As I said earlier, I was only wearing boxer shorts.

As I moved to drop down in the neighbor's yard, the flap caught on the top of a fence post. It was too late to turn back, I had already shifted my weight to jump down.

As I fell to earth, I heard the fabric ripping. I landed hard in the grass on my back. As I lay there I saw John's boxers flapping in the breeze. Before I could even catch my breath, the wind caught them and carried them away.

"Oh my god, are you okay?" Jordan asked.

"I'm fine," I said as I got to my feet. I brushed off my naked body. It was my turn to feel embarassed. "Except the fence ripped my shorts off, so I am kinda naked now."

Jordan giggled.

"Well, let me in and I promise not to look," she said. "I can get you something of my dad's to wear home. I'd hate for you to get arrested for public nudity because you were trying to help me."

If John had found himself in this situation I would have been SO pissed. Maybe I had been under estimating to power of testosterone for all of these years. Why in the hell had I come outside in my boxers? And why had I decided to climb the fence when I easily could have just reached over?

I reached up and unlocked the gate, intending on covering my penis with my had, but as soon as the gate swung open, Jordan charged in. She wrapped my in a bear hug. I am not even sure she thought about what she was doing. She was just excited to have been saved.

I looked down at her big brown eyes and what was really a pretty face, if she would take care of herself. Her tits, which felt a lot perkier than I would have thought pressed against my stomach.

I couldn't help it. I felt my cock starting to swell.