I’d seen him a few times, walking past my house. Always on his own, a nervy-looking bloke, often glancing in at me as he passed. This particular morning I was outside, tinkering with the car. “Hi”, came a voice. I looked up from under the car bonnet, and there he was. “I’m Mike”, he offered. “You’re quite new, aren’t you?” he enquired. I introduced myself and we chatted about my car which he had been admiring since I moved in. He had the previous model and was keen to get my thoughts. It turned out he lived around the corner. I invited him in for a coffee and we continued to chat inanely about this and that. Without wishing to sound cruel, we were poles apart - I didn’t see us becoming pals, but it was good to get to know my neighbours nonetheless. I found my mind drifting as he was talking. I suddenly felt the urge to indulge in a bit of mischief. I started to blatantly adjust myself and was pleased to see his reaction. His talking slowed and he looked directly at my packet which was beginning to grow in response to my nudges. With the aim of ‘leaving them wanting more’, I stopped but widened my legs a little and became increasingly aroused as he seemed more and more interested. By now his voice was shaking and faltering. He certainly didn’t look like he’d be up for anything; I’d already assumed this was something that had never presented itself to him before. We continued chatting for a few minutes, his eyes still darting down to my lap, presumably enjoying the view. Eventually I decided my next move. “Anyway, I need to get on”, I announced, and rose to my feet. “What are you up to for the rest of the day?” he asked. I decided to go for broke. I had nothing to lose except maybe embarrassing a relative stranger. “I think I’m going to go and have a nice wank!” I grinned. He laughed and blushed furiously, but reacted by saying “nice”. This was encouraging. My next question had to be bold and to the point. “Fancy it?” He laughed and continued blushing, looking around nervously. “What do you mean?” “A bit of wanking together. Just for fun. Playing about with each other”, I replied. “Oh, erm... well, I’m not gay”. “Nor am I”, I said “plenty of guys help each other out. It doesn’t mean anything, it’s just a bit of fun...” By now I could tell his reluctance was giving way to curiosity. He nervously giggled “I’ve only ever had one girlfriend and that was years ago. I’ve never done anything with another guy before”, he said. He was so nervous by now he was visibly shaking. “It’s okay,” I said, “If you’re curious we don’t need to do anything heavy. Are you interested?” He looked at my packet again, then up at me, and nodded with a giggle. “Do you want to see it?” I asked. Again he nodded, licking his lips - more from nerves. “Let’s go upstairs, just relax, it’s just a bit of fun”, I repeated, hoping this mantra would allow him to ease himself into the idea. We went upstairs into my bedroom. “You can have a feel if you like” I said. Again his nerves were clearly holding him back. I reached out and took his arm by the wrist and placed his shaking hand over my bulge. “Go for it”, I encouraged. He started to clumsily pad at my crotch without really thinking about what he was doing. Within a minute or so he began to find his pace, and had started to define the shape of my cock and use his fingers to squeeze. He worked out where my helmet was and his thumb was stroking it, causing my erection to increase. “Do you like it?” I asked. He was beginning to relax. “Mmm”, he said. “Shall I get it out or do you want to?” He didn’t say anything, but started to undo my belt buckle and the button of my jeans. Breathing heavily he unzipped me and reached inside, wrapping his hand and fingers around my rock hard prick and pulled it out through my zipper. “Oh yes”, I moaned, and pulled my jeans down just past my hips, allowing my shaved balls to swing free. “What do you think?” I asked. “Very nice”, he replied. His confidence was growing and by now he was pulling my cock towards him with both hands, wanking me over and over. His hands were warm and soft, and my cock twitched with each finishing stroke of his milking technique. He was still trembling but the nervous giggling had given way to almost panting. “Do you want me to play with you?” I asked. Again, no reply as he unfastened his belt and pulled his trousers down just above his knees, revealing a limp cock. “I’m a bit nervous” he explained. “It’s fine, I like playing with soft cocks”. I don’t think he was prepared for my next move. I dropped to my knees and took his small limp cock into my mouth, rolling my tongue around it in my mouth in an attempt to get him hard. Stroking his balls as well seemed to do the trick, and soon he hardened and was enjoying the slow hard sucks I was giving him. After a while he asked to suck me but his inexperience was clear, as he seemed to favour just kissing and licking the end of my prick, although that was fine by me. After some more mutual tugging, we stood up, spraying our hot cum in hard jets over each other’s cocks. I had a couple of days’ worth, but his came out like piss, I’ve never seen such a heavy cummer. Sadly after this he resorted to his awkward embarrassed state and hurriedly left. Perhaps the guilt got the better of him, but I’m keeping an eye out for him and have a sneaking suspicion our paths - and cocks - will cross again.