Well, he didn't live exactly next door , but it seemed like an appropriate title.
I'm 66, a retired engineer, into motorbikes, old and new. I live in a quiet village, on my own (divorced) and in recent years I have grown accustomed to the company of men, rather than women, but generally, I keep myself to myself. Become good with my right hand, you might say !
I am known locally for being pretty handy with sorting out motorcycle problems. Living in a small village means that I have to be careful when it comes to any sort of involvement with either females, or guys. Since being divorced, I have begun to show more interest in the male of the species, but I have to limit this to online activities , and even then, discreetly.
I was a little surprised one sunny afternoon when a neighbour"s son, Tom, a nice young lad of 15, came to see me, and to explain that , although he wasn't yet old enough to ride it, he had acquired an old motorbike to "do up" for use, once he had reached 16. He enquired if I would perhaps be able to spend some time helping, or at least advising, him about mechanics and electrics. I willingly agreed - I knew his mother slightly, and I was aware that, as there was no father in their household, I was happy to help. I explained to him that although I was busy that particular day, on one of my own projects, and that I preferred to work on bikes outdoors, on sunny days, he was welcome to come round anytime to find me there, outback, whenever he had a chance, after school. Tom was a shy lad, quiet for his age, and had short, slightly ginger hair, and a freckly complexion. He looked a lot younger than his 15 years.
He didn't appear over the next few days, and I had kind of almost forgotten our conversation. I have a good garage/workshop in the back garden, well equipped, but also full of all my junk, collected over a lifetime, including a stack of ( partially hidden) men's magazines, which I retain for (occasional !) re-use , when I get fed up with modern internet, cheaply made, porn.
. The mags are almost entirely of the female exposure type, with just a couple of really raunchy "men only" gay wank mags.
A couple of weeks later, after I had been working outside in the garden for the day, I had gone back indoors, to collect some bike manuals that I stored upstairs, in a back bedroom. By coincidence, Tom happened to arrive, on his way home from school, just while I was still upstairs, gazing out of the bedroom window, and, not finding me, he had made his way to my garage workshop. The door was open , and he went in to look for me.
I have a direct view from the bedroom window to the garage, and through the garage window, some of the interior is visible. I could therefore see him glancing around, wondering where I was, but also taking stock of all the tools and equipment that were stored therein. Instead of rushing down, ( not sure why) I stayed to observe what he might do.
He looked around a fair bit, before noticing the pile of magazines - and pulled one out - I guess that he probably thought they were bike mags. I think he got quite a shock when he realised that they were pretty explicit , and had nothing to do with motorcycles ! I rapidly decided I should get back downstairs ! He must have heard me coming, because by the time I got to the garage door, he was looking at my bike, and ready to talk to me - the pile of mags neatly back together, looking intact. He looked slightly flustered, and his freckled face was distinctly red. I couldn't help noticing that his school trousers had a definite tent in the front. He stuttered a little, apologised for having let himself in, but then gradually relaxed. Magazines weren't mentioned. And then we talked for quite a while about his bike , what he wanted to do with it, and how we might work together, before he eventually had to return to his home for tea. I was relieved that he did not seem fazed by anything he may have discovered in my literature ! I had also left the opportunity open for him to come back again, when he had more time.
Again , a couple of weeks had passed, when , late on a Saturday afternoon , while I was still working, in the garage, I heard the side gate slam . Without really understanding why, I instinctively moved to the far, dark end of the workshop. Tom let himself into the garage, studied my bike for a bit, and then, thinking that he was alone, he went straight to the magazine stash . I think he had noticed that my car wasn't on the drive, ( it was in for several days to the local garage) and he had assumed that I was out, and that he had the place to himself. I watched as he selected and then thumbed through a few girly mags. He soon had to slightly adjust the crotch of his jeans, but then he reached one of the gay mags. Suddenly, he was really interested - he checked the window, partly closed the door, and opened the mag under the bench light, really grasping at his jeans front, as he looked at some of the images. I could see from his trousers that he was very aroused, and I too had to quietly adjust my own pants, wherein a bulge was developing. He studied a particular page intently - it had a photo of a young guy wearing just very small shorts, but with his cock and balls showing down one leg, not yet hard, but with a lovely foreskin bobble end. He studied the soft penis, then turned over the page, this time the young man was half hard, foreskin half retracted and was clearly playing with it. Tom adjusted his pants again while staring at the photos. Turning the page again, he could see the boy had been joined by an older man, and both their cocks were now fully stiff. Tom rubbed through the front of his jeans, gently, and turned another page. I could see the outline of Tom's penis, including the giveaway "helmet" straining against the fabric of his trousers. This time the page had a closeup of the two penises, the man's prominent, curved and circumcised, while the boy's was straight, and with foreskin still only partly retracted, but really erect. I doubt that Tom had ever seen an adult cock, never mind one that this one was tip to tip with a boycock of his own age. Tom thrust his right hand down inside his pants, I thought, to play more intimately. He stopped, thought for a moment. Leaving the magazine open at that page, he stepped away from the bench , quickly looked around , quietly fully closed the garage door, before hurriedly unbuckling his belt, opening his jeans fly, and pushed both jeans and pants down to his knees. His cock had sprung upright in doing so, as he stood , facing the bench with the open magazine, with his cock tip almost on the open page. Unsurprisingly, all of his pubic area was lightly covered with developing light ginger hair. His young dick was already solid, nob end shrouded with a tight foreskin, and slightly exposed at the slit. I was mesmerized, and fascinated by his exposed cock and heavy balls. He was clearly very excited by the magazine images, and was unable to stop himself from stroking the length of his dick immediately, urgently, foreskin rolling back and forth. His shaft was quite thin, white, but both his balls, and his foreskin were dark, and well wrinkled. His foreskin concealed the beautiful , elongated mushroom shape bulge of his helmet. The sight of him spontaneously wanking was too much for me - my own cock had erected and needed release. I didn't know whether ( or even how) to reveal my presence, or simply to watch Tom. I decided to keep quiet, so daren't undo my flies, because of the zip noise. My cock strained against my pants too, the swollen sensitive nob end , and piss slit trapped hard against my underpants. As I watched , Tom continued to masturbate, sliding his foreskin back and forth over his swollen cock end. I could clearly hear that squelching/slapping sound of cock masturbation.
The large nob end on my own cock was still squashed tight in my pants, and I was not in a position to release it. He turned another page, this time revealing the full spread of the boy and the man with their hard cocks pressed together. Tom's hand wanked faster, foreskin and nob end now wet and shiny in the light of the bench lamp. I don't think he had even imagined these things before, never mind seen them. He parted his legs, stood legs astride, cock proudly solid, fully erect as he turned another page and gasped audibly. The magazine scene was post orgasm, with the boycock having spurted onto the man's stomach and pubic hair. It was too much for Tom's young brain , his eyes closed, his head went back, his ginger haired balls tightened right up , but, to my surprise, he released his grip on his cock. This gave me a perfect side view of his beautiful young dick . I could see his foreskin was fully retracted, his swollen bell end red and shiny, pulsing, throbbing, before shooting 6 or 7 wonderful handsfree jets of boycum from the tip, onto the open pages of the gay porn mag . His cock went on pulsing even after the last sperm dribbled out. In the meantime, this sight had so excited my restrained cock, that I too had ejaculated in my pants, without even having had the opportunity to really rub my own stiffy. I had scarcely had the time to fully enjoy the sight and sounds of the young schoolboy orgasming in my garage, but the picture of his lovely smooth young dick spurting jets of spunk is forever etched on my mind.
Realizing that I might return at any time, and catch him with his pants down,Tom quickly tucked his now softening cock away, uncomfortably, into his pants, and pulled up his jeans. He hastily looked around for something to mop up the evidence, quickly found an oily rag and tried to wipe his spunk streaks off the magazine pages. In doing so, he left an oily smear across those very pages - a reminder to me (in the future) that enabled me to re-live the sight of a young boy wanking ( maybe for the first time) in an old man's garage ! It also reminded me of the time when I had first acquired that particular mag, and similarly spilled my young juices at the unexpected sight of a boy and an older man satisfying their desires together, by manual means.
The whole scenario had taken less than five minutes from the time Tom had first seen the boy"s dick poking out from the leg of his shorts, to acheiving a great climax ( for both of us !). Masturbation comes so quickly and so naturally, once a teenage brain gets stimulated by pornographic images ! Tom then left quite hurriedly, and I was left to deal with the wetness of my own spunk slowly seeping through my pants.