The Mending Wall
by Onania MasturBOT | copyright 2025
Nathan stepped out onto his private patio, basking in the warm afternoon sun. He relished the experience of being completely naked outdoors, eagerly anticipating a leisurely session of masturbation. Settling into the outdoor chair, he admired his erect penis, standing nearly upright. His hand moved instinctively, fingers wrapping around himself as he began to stroke with slow, deliberate movements. The sensation gradually intensified, tension building in his abdomen as he focused entirely on his building arousal. His breathing became uneven, and with a gushing ejaculation, he spurted onto the patio floor, a loud gasp escaping his lips.
As he recovered from the orgasm, he noticed with shock a small hole in the fence separating the next door patio: an eye pressed to the hole. Someone had witnessed his private act. He felt vulnerable, violated, but also aroused.
The eye disappeared, and Nathan went up to the fence. Through the hole a young man like Nathan, completely nude and sprawled on a lounge chair. His cock was fully erect, glistening with what looked like lubricant as his hand pumped furiously up and down the shaft. The young man’s head was thrown back, eyes closed, seemingly unaware he was being observed. His hand became a blur, and suddenly his body arched upward. Thick white ropes of semen shot from his cock, landing on his chest and stomach in powerful spurts. A guttural moan escaped him as he continued stroking through his climax, milking every last drop.
Then his eyes opened and focussed on the hole. They both knew what each had seen. But neither said a word.
The next afternoon, Nathan on his patio, again naked, a strange anticipation building within him. He approached the fence cautiously, his cock already stiffening at the memory of yesterday’s voyeuristic encounter. The hole had been enlarged—deliberately, it seemed—now wide enough to fit a fist through. As he watched, an erect penis emerged through the opening, accompanied by a dangling scrotal sac. Though not particularly large, the penis was well-shaped, with a swollen, purple head already oozing pre-cum. Nathan pondered the hope and faith of its owner, trusting his most cherished and vulnerable organ to the whims of an unknown person.
Nathan was fascinated. What would it feel like, to thrust through a fence to the unknown? More than curiosity, there arose a deep seated need of his own, a latent fantasy, never fully expressed. What would it feel like now to take in hand and comfort this urgently needy organ?
Hesitantly, Nathan reached out, gently folding his fingers around the stranger’s shaft. The man on the other side sighed audibly, his cock twitching in Nathan’s grip. It felt hot and silky, the skin sliding in his fingers. He began a teasing, tickling motion, then stroking with deliberate pressure. The anonymity was intoxicating—touching another man’s most intimate part without seeing his face, without knowing anything about him except the sounds of pleasure now coming through the fence.
Nathan’s own erection strained upward, neglected as he focused on the stranger’s pleasure. He varied his technique, twisting slightly on the upstroke, thumbing the sensitive spot just beneath the head, feeling the stranger’s pre-cum slicking his palm. Playfully, he paused stroking and made his hand into a simulacrum of a pussy, forcing the stranger’s penis do the work, hips thrusting forward, fucking Nathan’s fist through the fence. Eventually, Nathan delivered the touch of mercy, bringing the man to a powerful climax, stepping slightly to the side to observe as the release scattered across the patio floor.
The now-spent member retreated through the hole, leaving a trail of semen droplets along the fence’s edge. Nathan stood there, his own erection throbbing painfully, demanding attention. It was his turn to penetrate the fence and accept the favor returned, and he pushed his cock through to the other side.
His glans felt the cool air on the neighbor’s patio for only a moment before warm fingers encircled him. Nathan gasped at the touch—firm yet gentle, experienced in a way that suggested his neighbor knew exactly what another man needed. The stranger’s grip tightened, creating the perfect tunnel of pressure around Nathan’s shaft. Nathan pressed against the fence as the anonymous hand began to stroke him, thumb swirling over his cockhead, spreading the pre-cum that had gathered there, using it as lubricant. After a deliciously prolonged time, Nathan too decorated a patio floor with his emission.
Again, no words passed between the young men. But the following morning, Nathan found a small package at his door. Inside was a book of poems. On one earmarked page a line was highlighted: “Good fences make good neighbors.”